....
Shin stopped pretending.
Not all at once but over time .
He no longer wore the rigid posture of a Supreme Kai.
His movements became fluid, expressive. He chose brighter colors instead of plain uniforms.
Silk instead of armor.
His voice softened, carrying warmth where strict formality once lived.
For the first time in millions of years, Shin allowed himself to ask a forbidden question:
What do I really want when no one is watching?
The answer always led back to the same heavy presence....
To the Saiyan. Taru
Curiosity Becomes Intention....
Shin researched quietly, intimately.
Ancient texts. Mortal psychology. Saiyan biology. The way primal beings responded not to just beauty, but presence, confidence, scent, close proximity and calm dominance.
He altered nothing extreme.
Only subtle things.
The way he held eye contact.
The cadence of his speech.
The faint, controlled glow of Kai energy that softened his features and warmed the space around him.
He wasn't trying to seduce.
He was trying to be seen...
And when the Saiyan's gaze lingered just a moment longer than before and nose sniffing the air when he thought I wasn't looking.
Shin felt something settle into place.
...
.... 2 days later....
The Saiyan slept deeply during recovery.
His body was still slightly injured but was dense with restrained power, muscles dark and scarred, breath steady like distant thunder....
Shin watched over him.
At first from a distance
.
Then closer.
He told himself it was medical necessity when he adjusted bandages. Told himself it was duty when his hand rested briefly against warm skin to monitor healing, ki flow, and vital stability.
But over time, the touches lingered,
A hand at the shoulder.
Fingers brushing an arm.
The quiet reassurance of presence.
His gentle ki calmed the violence of the Saiyans aura .
It calmed Shin more....
...
The Saiyan Notices
Taru pov...
I noticed everything.
The change in his confidence.
The way he stood closer now.
The softness that replaced divine detachment.
Ancient Saiyans were not blind to desire.
We simply didn't fear it nor avoided it
I said nothing for now..
I was interested what Shin was becoming not because of attraction or my primal urge to dominate alone, but because he was finally alive.
No gods
No laws and decrees....
Just two beings choosing each other in exile.
...
. The Signal That Shouldn't Exist
The universe betrayed us.
Not through force but detection.
Far away, something cold and calculating brushed against Shin's suppressed Kai signature...
Advanced Tuffle instrumentation evolved beyond Canon had latched onto it like a predator finding heat.
Baby had re-awakened.
And he was now listening.
.....
We fled before confrontation.
I was still healing my zenkai incomplete, Tyrant Origin unstable and getting dangerous to use while injured.
Shin opened paths at the edge of reality, folding space to move us beyond mapped existence toward the rim of this universe, where timelines thinned and stars grew old.
Behind us
Baby adjusted his trajectory.
Changed priorities.
End of the chapter