Her mother always whispered of a world much like her own, gently whispered tales of people just like her on an impossible green planet lulled her to sleep as a child, and on this curious planet was an unspoken sort of magic that couldn't be describe...
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GENTLY WHISPERED TALES of towers taller than mountains and carriages that could move without horses played before her very eyes like a dream bleeding straight into the reality before her. Large hunks of rounded metal filled with beings of all sorts of shapes and colors made their way through the large white stone roads that arched over what Gohan called West City, navigating their way using sharp horned sounds similar to the trumpets of festivity her people welcomed the royals with. Aloe marveled at the sight, of hundreds of heavy machines with no wheels floating through the roads like magic and even some with wheels navigating through the chaos like the small ants she had seen before using their antennas to navigate through the small blades of grass. Every structure was made of either metal or stone, some spiraling up towards the heavens and some small with rounded tops and bustling with beings who each looked just as different and unique as the next.
She ingrained each sight deep into her mind, taking note of every crack and pebble so she could go back home and recount every detail to her people. Her fingers itched to grab a brush, hoping to capture such magnificence on a canvas and bring it back to show to the people of planet Eros.
"Easy there, hold onto me tightly I don't want you to fall." Gohan's laugh vibrated through his sturdy chest, and her cheeks fell red when she realized how much she'd been moving in his arms to get a closer look at this place named West City.
"I'd like to be shown around here, I've never seen structures quite like these—what makes those things move, Gohan?" She asked, looking down at the world below in wonder. She wondered if this is how birds felt, able to capture the beauty of the land in its entirety from far up above. She loved it. But she also wondered why no one else but the two beings seemed to be the only ones flying. Why were they all stuck to the land instead of soaring through the skies like them?
"You mean the cars? They run on gasoline mostly, the hover cars use anti-gravity machinery I think. Not sure, we don't use them." Gohan tightened his hold on her as they swooped down, and she wasn't sure if the butterflies came from the descent or the way the heat of his large palms felt pressed against the bare skin of her thighs, "But yeah I'll take you around the city, Mom doesn't like me going out on school days so maybe during the weekend I'll swing by and grab you."
She wanted to ask what school was and why he couldn't go out during that time, but she had more pressing matters to address, "You don't live with this Bulma?"
Gohan must've sensed the way she immediately tensed up at the thought of him leaving her, aside from Piccolo who didn't talk much he was the only being she had felt immediately comfortable with—but he regarded her with a gentle smile, "I promise I'll stop by every day, you'll like Bulma trust me. I'd bring you to my place but I'm not sure Mom would be too keen on a girl staying with us—much less someone so close in age."
