A Reflection in the Shower and a Surprise!

You awaken slowly from the inky blackness of unconsciousness, and the first thought comes to your mind as you stir from the arrest. Is but a single thought…

“What a dream….” You think to yourself as you blearily reopen your eyes into the world, into a dark room, which at first you don’t recognize. Still, all the same, you try to get up; you must’ve gotten up early once again. The sun is not even up yet. All the same, you must get to work working on your next game. Even if you feel like you don’t want to get up out of bed, you must go despite your sluggishness. You can’t help also feel a subtle form of relief as you try to sit up, rubbing your eyes with your left hand to clear them up. In doing so, you feel a stiff soreness in your lower back and hips.

“And they say memory foam mattresses are supposed to be better for the back, what a load of…” you grumble to yourself internally as you try to sit up, this not being the first time that the so-called guaranteed relief of a memory foam mattress has failed you. However, as soon as you do so, you feel a weight on your right arm, and you stop and look and see what is causing this weight, and in doing so, your mind freezes.

“Oh god...” You mutter aloud softly as you stare at the slim sexy sleeping form of a certain Tammerianian princess. She mumbles slightly at your sudden movement as she has your right arm in a bit of a vice hold. Still dressed in nothing but her armbands and boots, with messy magenta hair strewn about, and still wearing the “trophies” of your lovemaking wedged between the top edges of her armbands and purple thigh-highs. With those said trophies still glistening in the early light, each one, a small red orb around the size of a peach, filled with viscous white cream. That same cream that you can still see upon Starfire’s angelic heart-shaped face as she slept ever so quietly in the dim early morning light.

Looking up from Starfire’s unmoving form, you saw throughout the rest of the room the charred remnants of your pants and shirt scattered about alongside Starfire’s own outfit. An, more importantly, saw the destroyed state that not only the bed was in but also parts of the room. As numerous objects that were once neatly organized now laid upon the floor, the displays looked as if their contents were rattled to the floor. There were hand-shaped burn marks all over the walls, the messy floor, and even upon the ruins of the now split in half and creaking bed in which you and Starfire now rested upon that creaked with every movement that you made.

This sight and the sight of Starfire made you slowly lay back down, eyes wide, even as Starfire reaffirmed her grip upon your arm and snuggled closer to you. As your mind tried to comprehend what exactly you had done, as even now as your memories came rushing back like a flood of what you and the princess that now laid beside you performed for numerous hours. A feat that still had you questioning how in the hell you accomplished it, you were still having a hard time believing it.

Even as you felt the soreness in your hips, the pain of hand-shaped sun burns upon your chest, and even felt the bed beneath you creak, you still couldn’t believe it. However, once you started questioning your very senses... You felt the unmistakable greasy feeling, that light but all-consuming feeling of dried sweat as it rests upon your skin, and the slight horrid smell of burnt fabrics made your mind come to a stop.

You needed a shower, a long hot one for not only your aching spine and hips but also to help you think. So, with great effort and making as little noise as possible. Which was still quite a bit given the destroyed state of your bed as it creaked with every movement you took to get out of it. You slowly slipped your right arm out of Starfires tight grip, sliding it ever so slowly from between her supple orange grape-fruit-sized melons. Only pausing for a moment as you felt Starfire’s grip tighten as she felt your arm move and thinking quickly, you lightly tickled Starfire’s side. Taking advantage of her ticklish weakness to make the princess from space loosen her grip ever so briefly before quicker than you ever thought possible, swapping your arm out with your own pillow as Starfire began to snooze ever so quietly as she hugged the soft object tightly to her chest and began to turn to her other side as you slowly got up from the bed.

Trying to make as little noise as possible as you snuck through the room and began to search for a new change of clothes. Grabbing a Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt, a pair of underpants, and some jeans before sneaking out of the master bedroom and into the nearby connected master bathroom. As you slowly opened the star wars door as it opened and closed with a quiet swoosh of air. As you snuck into the bathroom, you caught sight of the nearby alarm clock, the small little object that had somehow survived the many hour-long romp you and Starfire had committed throughout the room, showing that it read 5:30 am. Meaning the sun should be fully up soon and more than likely Starfire with it given her people’s connection to such celestial bodies.

Placing down your gathered clothing, you stopped to take in your reflection in the master bath’s mirror. Your body, your face, all of it was unrecognizable, even as you leaned forward over the hard marble countertop of the bathroom sinks to take a closer look at your new form. You still couldn’t associate this new face, this new body as your own as you stared onto a body meant for a warrior, an anime warrior, as you couldn’t help but associate this new form with that of the large human form of a Dragon ball Xenoverse character. Your mind paused for a bit as you took in your bulging muscles, your significant height, and your new sharply cut face. It was all so Alien.

You couldn’t help but shake your head as you pulled back and stopped for a moment as you spotted two baskets filled to the brim with goodies. One was filled with all of your preferred hygiene gear, razors, shampoo, and even the rare limited edition bars of star wars soap from Dr. Squach. The other was filled with several goodies that seemed to look like the same thing as yours... but it was all written in an alien language that you couldn’t read.

“The first must be my gift basket, and the other has to be Starfire’s,” you noted mentally as you inspected the goodie basket and pulled out a card that confirmed this as it gave congratulations to your new marriage as you shook your head once more and quickly picked out a bar of soap and bottle of shampoo and crossed the cold cobblestone floor of the master bath to enter the large stone walk-in shower. Before quickly turning on the hot water as it came pouring down from the large raindrop shower head that covered the ceiling of the shower as a skylight began to pour in the dim blue light of the arriving morning as hot steam began to fill the shower as you stood there for a second to take it all in and think as the hot raindrops of warm water poured over your form.

“Oh god, this is really real...” You muttered to yourself quietly in the shower as you took in the impossibility of the situation, of your new marriage to Starfire, and of the change to your very body, it... This was all insane. But it was all real, so much so that no matter how you looked at it. You couldn’t deny it. You, a video game designer, was now married to one of the hottest women in all of fiction and perhaps one of the most cursed...

As Starfire in the comics had a horrible history of constantly losing her husbands in her very long life. First, it was Nightwing when he refused to just be a side lover in Starfire’s political marriage to another Tammerianian, which left Kori crying so hard and so loud that it could be heard from space. Then her political marriage fell apart when her husband was assassinated before her eyes, and she was left helpless to do anything to save him thanks to a fast-acting poison. She married again for love to another Tammerianian, this time a general who quickly died in battle, leaving her heartbroken once more. After which, she dated and almost married another human man named Franklin Crandall, who seemed like a good choice at first... Before he turned out to be a spy for HIVE and then subsequently died after he was outed...

“Oh dear god, I am so fucked...” You muttered to yourself as your mind went over all of Starfire’s failed relationships. She was cursed; that much was obvious. All of Star’s failed marriages and relationships proved this, especially her relationship to Dick Grayson, the first robin, who she tried to marry after they got back together again. Only for Raven to go completely nuts and ruin it all by going full demon and kissing Star in front of everyone at the wedding. If that didn’t prove she wasn’t cursed, then you weren’t sure what did. (AN/ Yes, this all happened, Starfire is cursed as hell, and Dick is the only man she has ever dated to survive into his 50’s.)

That last memory made you pause as you realized the sheer madness of bad luck that was soon to come your way as you leaned over for a moment and caught yourself on the cobblestones of the shower wall. As you processed the sheer comic-book level of bullshit that was soon about to come your way due to your new marriage to Starfire. This made you take a deep breath to attempt to cool your nerves as you brought your left hand up to your face for a moment. Only to stop as you felt something new that you had ignored up to this point upon your ring finger and pulling back, you instantly spotted what it was...

As a single golden band now rested upon your ring finger, brilliant in its sheen and without a scratch on it. You hadn’t even noticed up until this point due to how well-fitted it was on your finger. It gave you a moment to pause in your dark thoughts about your possible impending doom, and you briefly questioned how the hell it had gotten there in the first place. You didn’t put on a ring, and neither did Starfire, but then again, nothing about this situation made any sense. In fact, by all reason and logic, you should want to break this marriage off...

Yet... As you stared at it. You thought back at Starfires words, about how she was willing to give this marriage a real chance and despite all of your logical reasoning telling you not to do it. A part of you deep down wanted to give it a try, despite all of the possible dangers, all of the possible comic book-y madness that might follow, and all of the sheer bullshit you might have to put up with. You wanted to give it a try, and that could lead to all kinds of trouble... Trouble you don’t know if you’re ready to deal with.

However, as you think this, you feel your muscles tense up and coil with power the likes of which you never thought possible. A strength that at first felt unreal, and as you pulled your hands back from the wall and took a moment to inspect your new body, you felt that power flow throughout all of your body.

This body, your body, was different, yes... but if what that bottle said was to be believed...

You clinched your hands tightly as you felt a power build in your muscles that gave you several thoughts possibilities for the future. The future you would share with Starfire, a future that would take every single chance it had to try and kill you and despite it all. You knew deep down that with this body, with the proper training, with the right teacher... You could take any level of bullshit that could come your way. Be it comic book or anime level bullshit, all you needed was the right teacher to show you the way to survive, to thrive, and to fight.

After all, if Starfire was real, then the other worlds, especially the world where these powers came from, had to be real. Which meant Goku, Krillin, and all of the other Z-Fighters were real. They could teach you, show you the way, and guide you and possibly Starfire on how to survive this wacky and wild multi-verse. But the question remained: Who in the large cast of Dragon Ball Z should you go after as a possible teacher?

Goku? Roshi? Piccolo? Hell, Krillin?

Your mind was so engrossed with these thoughts you didn’t hear the sound of the door of the shower opening and closing with a quiet swoosh of air as someone snuck into your shower. As by now, the warm yellow light of the sun had finally begun to break through the skylight illuminating the shower as you stood there in silence thinking before you heard giggling behind you and before you could even turn around! A pair of light orange arms slipped past your sides and wrapped your waist in a tight bear hug as you felt two large soft objects brushing up against you, with their familiar soft marshmallow softness pushed up against your back as Starfire floated up to place her head over your shoulder as your body jumped a bit in shock.

“Good morning, My Mate!~” Starfire sang out as she gave you a tight hug, and you felt your little buddy downstairs twitch for a moment as you fought back the urges it wanted to unleash once more. As Starfire gave a quick kiss despite you trying to sputter out a questioning reply.

“Starfire?!” You sputtered in shock as you flailed for a second before getting over your shock and trying to cover your privates from view. Not that Starfire seemed to notice or even care, as she just giggled all that more at your actions which she found somewhat amusing. That said... It left you with a few options...

You could either ask Starfire to leave and hope she listened... (Continue with the Story)

Or

You could also ask Starfire what she was doing in the shower with you... (Hot Soapy Lemons)