Day Three: Morning

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“Aaaaaahhhhhahaha!” her squealing and laughing filled the once dead house. Candles lit what had once been ghostly halls, and silent rooms. She had taken the chance to bring life into the gloomy house, and now it was full of her giggles and happy screams. She padded down the top floor’s halls, dodging around a small desk and diving into one of the musky rooms. “No, no, no!” she held up her hands as the shadow of her pursuer loomed upon her, ready to pounce. She was off in a roll, falling on all fours and bounding aside as he leapt at her. She jumped back into the hall and peeled off toward the stairs. Her nude body slid down the banister as if she were an adolescent. “Sucker!” she called and slid into the kitchen.

The moonlight filtered in through grimy windows, and she paused to look at it. It really was beautiful, and it always seemed to be shedding its light upon her in precious moments. She looked behind her and drew in a sharp breath, he was there. “Gotcha now, no where to run to.” He said, a wicked grin plastered upon his face. He held his hands out, ready to grab his reward. She backed herself against the back door; it was cold against her back.

“I can’t take anymore!” she tried the knob, but the door would not give. “Please, don’t.” she begged, but it was too late. His fingers touched her soft delicate skin, striking the nerves with such precision that they were set aflame with motion. The tickling was torture, which let out gasping laughter rather than horrified screams. He had her at his whim, falling to the floor, kicking and squirming. She grabbed a hank of his hair, tugging in an attempt to make him stop.

“Not the hair!” He cried, and she laughed as she tugged again and he grabbed at her wrists. The floor became their playground, as they tussled in their lovers quarrel. He managed to hold her down in triumph, and she stuck out her tongue. Unless he let her go he could not tickle her, she was in the clear! Or so she thought. It wasn’t long before she felt the prickling sensation upon her side as a furry appendage assaulted her with deft agility. She shrieked with much disdain and wiggled against his body, little did she know, it was just as torturous for him. If only he were as nude as she! This had to do.

There was little she could do to get away, so she summed up her courage and raised her head toward his neck. He yelped at the attack, letting go of her long enough for her to slip out of his grasp. He remained on hands and knees, touching his neck. She had not bit him hard, but hard enough to make him react. She laughed vailiantly before reaching in with her hands and grabbing hold of the Saiya-Jin’s tail. He froze like ice, every hair on his body seemed to stand on end and he shook ever so slightly.

“Just where you should be, on all fours!” she laughed and tugged lightly on his tail. He cringed, and gritted his teeth. “What, no smart retort? Aw, poor Raditzu, cat got your tail?” she giggled and released him, which made him fall to his chest, sweat had begun to bead upon his brow.

“I was hoping you had forgotten about that, babe,” he said between breaths. It was his weak spot; it was any Saiya-Jin’s weak spot. She moved close to him, sitting down and reaching for his tail. He grew ridged, and she ever so carefully stroked his tail. It twitched to one side, as if it were alive. “Careful, it’s…sensitive.” He said, looking at her from the ground. He rested his head on his arms, letting her have her way with him.

“It’s like a cat’s tail.” She giggled and continued to caress it. Did he like it, she wondered? He always kept it wrapped around his waist, and out of sight. She actually kind of liked it. It made him look unique, what with his outrageous hair and what not. “I wish I had a tail,” she said idly, the tail flicked at her playfully.

“It’s nice, and all, but it gets in the way.” He replied in a muffled tone, his head buried against his arms. “Maybe we can gather the dragon balls and wish you a tail, wouldn’t that be interesting?” he didn’t see it, but her eyes lit up.

“Oh? Would you!?” she explained gleefully. “We would look so cute together, don’t you think?” he was up in moments, thinking of someway to retract what he had said. He certainly didn’t want to look cute. She could look as cute as she wanted, but he had appearances to keep up.

“Babe, I think we should leave that idea for later…along with other things.” He stood up and towered over her, and before she knew it she was being swooped upward in his arms. “I think you've gained weig-”

A graceful hand landed upon his cheek, creating an awful smacking sound, and he regretted his words. “I mean, you’re awfully light today! New diet?” he chuckled and she looked at him smugly. “You’re cute when you act like that.” He carried her off toward the bedroom. “We’ll have to talk about that attitude, too.” Another smacking noise echoed down the stairs as their forms disappeared.