Raditsu and Bulma sat in the den of the Capsule Corporation facility, watching reruns of Gilligan's Island. It had been two days since Yamcha had made his appearance, and already he seemed to be coming around more and more.

[I don't think I can do it,] Raditsu thought as he looked at Bulma. [This is ridiculous! I'm the strongest warrior in the universe and I'm afraid to ask Bulma to dinner.]

He looked in Bulma's direction again. The beautiful blue-haired woman was absorbed in the TV show, leaning forward with her mouth half-open. She wore a peach tank top and a pair of jeans, and she was barefoot. Raditsu couldn't help but notice that she had very nice feet.

[I've got to say it,] he thought as he mustered his courage. Looking at the top of Bulma's head, he said a little quickly, "Wanna have dinner tonight?"

Bulma looked at him, one eyebrow raised. "Did you just ask me on a date?" she said with a bit of a sly grin. The Saiyajin coin, tied to a string about her neck, gleamed.

"Yeh," Raditsu admitted.

"You're on." [Holy shit. She actually accepted.] "How does that French place downtown sound?"

"It sounds wonderful."

Raditsu actually smiled. He'd done it.

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It was seven o'clock at night by the time Bulma and Raditsu reached the restaurant. Raditsu hated wearing a tuxedo. "I look like a penguin in this getup," he muttered to Bulma, who looked absolutely glamorous in a glittering blue dress, slit to the knees and daringly cut at the bodice.

"Quit whining," Bulma mumbled back, her delicate pink lips barely moving. "You asked ME to come here, remember?"

[She's got me there.]

A man with a curled mustache intercepted them at the door, frowning. "Sorry, no admittance," he said. "We're full up."

"Get out of my-" Raditsu broke off as Bulma stepped on his foot. "How long until we can get a seat?" he asked instead.

"An hour at least."

"Sorry, but I'm not going to wait that long." Scowling, Raditsu turned and led Bulma back towards her car.

"Now what?" Bulma asked.

"Whatever you want."

Bulma grinned evilly.

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Ten minutes later, Bulma's car pulled out of the Wendy's drive-thru with a bag of food. About five minutes after that, the car whirred to a stop atop a quiet hill, shaded by a large oak tree. Raditsu and Bulma sat back and began to feast on greasy fast food.

"Maybe this was better than the French place," Bulma mused between bites of Wendy's pita.

"Why?" Raditsu asked as he swiftly polished off his burger.

Putting her pita down on the dashboard, Bulma leaned towards him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Now we'll have more time together," she said in a soft voice, smiling. Raditsu felt his insides melting as he looked into her eyes.

"That's always a good thing," he said, his voice also quiet.

"What's it like when two people are in love among the Saiyajin peoples?"

"It's different than Earth courtship," Raditsu explained, bringing his arm up and draping it about Bulma's slender shoulders. "We're a warrior culture, so when two men each vie for the same female, they fight. The loser dies and the winner keeps courting his female. Marriages aren't much of a ceremony; bascally, the two get together and have-"

"Uh, nevermind," Bulma said, blushing a bit. "I get the idea."

There was silence for a moment, in which Saiyajin and human sat back and looked up into the starry night. The silence was broken by Bulma edging closer to her Saiyajin companion, her dress rustling as she stretched a bit to touch her soft lips to his.

A jolt of excitement rushed through Raditsu's being. Without thinking, he kissed her back, sliding his arms around her body and holding her close, basking in the warmth of her presence as he continued to kiss her. The right shoulder strap of her dress slipped down, revealing more of her pale skin.

And then the pleasure was gone as Bulma pulled slowly away, giving him another of those smiles that never failed to make him melt. He returned it, still dizzy from the kiss.

"Don't get any ideas," she said suddenly, grinning.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Raditsu wasn't lying. He respected Bulma too much to rush into the sexual side of a relationship.

The night went by without any further problems.