Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

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Ishtar agreed to give Sarada some time to consider the pros and cons of training with Parsley. At first thought, the answer seemed obvious. Training with her sister would not only offer her needed insight that only a superior fighter could provide, but could also offer her the motivation and the drive she would need to keep ahead. The same, she knew, would be the same of Parsley, thus allowing both of them to leap far ahead of their current statuses.

However, as she thought more on it, she feared what would happen if her sister turned on her. True, she had never been the treacherous type before, and Sarada had no reason to believe she would turn her back on her outside of her own ill-feelings toward her. But, there was something bothering her about the entire thing.

Well, she could think more on it tonight when she was laying in Ishtar's arms. Today, however, was going to be their day to spend together as... ah, damn, what was that word Charco and Totoma told her about? Husbands?

Yes, that was it, she thought.

This was going to be their day to spend together as husbands.

"Sight-seeing sounds great," she replied. "Hey! Maybe they have a fight club around here. I didn't get to fight Sasheem, and I'm still pissed about Chris cutting my tail off so I need to work out some steam."

For a moment, as Sarada replied, Ishtar found herself more concerned with a burgeoning discomfort stemming from both of her scapula. A thing that quickly rose in intensity before slowly fading to a dull throbbing. Though with the reasoning that it was simply the continuation of the ache that had spawned of Sarada's fight with Parsley, the Oni simply returned focus to her love before smiling goofily.

After all, she had just agreed to a date.

"Wonderful ... though we will have to see about the 'Fight Clubs', yes ?"

Getting up from the table then, the Oni was quick to pay the bill, which itself was a small labor given the lack of understanding of 'cost'. After a short time however- and several explanations- Ishtar managed to understand and after paying the equivalent of 10,000 Zeni* in Intergalactic Credits; the Oni walked out the door with her Saiyan love and into the air and noise of Capital City's streets.

And from there the duo moved from one shop to the next, exploring all the Capital had on offer as they made their way through the city.

Of particular interest for Ishtar, were the various clothing stores and boutiques. Never before had the Oni found within herself a desire for 'fashion' choosing only to wear clothing that did the bare minimum to protect her modesty (for the sake of others); and yet more since her reawakening she found enjoyment in trying on new things as a means of expressing herself ... though of course, the primary reason was to entice Sarada. There was simply something enjoyable about seeing, and feeling, Sarada gawk. It didn't matter of it covered her more, or less. Whether it was body armor- a thing the Oni herself had yet to fully grow accustomed to- or thin fabric that barely covered the body her love already knew well; the Saiyan always responded by ogling as she resisted the urge to let her tail speak the hidden truth only they shared.

As Ishtar shopped for outfits for herself, however, there was a concerted effort on her part to get Sarada to do the same. As, while it was true the armor she usually wore was functional, and hugged her body in all the right ways, having seen the woman in that tight fitting green dress during the banquet on Chroma had filled the Oni's mind with possibilities; and a desire to reciprocate upon what she herself had been subject to with each outfit.

Throughout this, too, the pair found themselves moving from vendor to vendor, trying out the 'street food', that Capital City offered in addition to the restaurant fare that itself was interwoven with the many storefronts; and Ishtar was like Zurvan on this front. Each new offering was accepted and enjoyed with wide eyes, and a small smile as the golden-eyed Oni enjoyed Earth food of this type for the first time. And in the end, Ishtar even found herself full for the first time in centuries on food, and not water; her particular favorites being the "Warm Canines", and something called a "Capital City Cheese Steak". Names that certainly did not explain what the meat was, surrounded as it was by slices of bread, and covered in strange sauces and onions ... yet not knowing perhaps added to the experience.

Their notoriety as well- while certainly not on the level of full celebrities- was enough to warrant curious nods, and the occasional "woah is that Sarada and ... er, the Blue Bull," being offered by some. And while it was hardly worthwhile in the end, the small talk that spawned of their limited fame was of some benefit. The "Warm Canine" vendor in particular noticing who the two women were, and offering praises even as he offered a hastily scrawled note on a napkin, that made known a "secret underground fighting cult of only the most powerfully badass bruh's around, that no one is supposed to talk about" that could be found in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.

So it was, that after the two explored the City's shops to the full, Ishtar turned towards Sarada and offered a small smile.

"So ... what do you think about that fight club ?"

As the Oni asked this question however, Sarada would notice that the pain in Ishtar's upper back had not faded, and was stemming from a certainly uninjured part of her own body.

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*Zeni is the equivalent to Yen (based on statements from Akira Toriyama), so 10 000 is approximately $90 USD.