Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6

Disclaimer: Same as the other chapters

Three weeks went by fast for Trunks. His job was going great. He knew he must be officially one of "the guys" because they started calling him by his name instead of "Hey, kid!" but being Bulma's son didn't make his job any easier.

Trunks and Miyuki had either seen each other or spoken every night since their first date. They went out to movies together and sometimes they watched DVD's at Miyuki's apartment. Trunks brought a television and his video game system over since Miyuki didn't have one. They had tried to be careful about appearing in really public places. A lot of times Trunks wore a cap to disguise himself.

Miyuki was enjoying Trunks' company tremendously and hadn't realized how lonely her life had been before he had wandered into it. She wished that she was one of those people who could just live for the moment, but she wasn't. Miyuki was a planner. She had her life mapped out, and a relationship was not part of it. At times it tore her apart inside when she thought about what it would be like without his presence. She had told herself countless times not to answer her phone when he called or to say that she had plans when he asked to meet her, but she never was able to follow through. Deep down she wanted nothing more than to have his arms wrapped around her and his lips pressed against hers. Trunks had never gone beyond kissing her, but she knew that it wouldn't be long before he wanted more. There were times when she wanted to forget about everything and rip his clothes off and have wild passionate sex with him, but her brain always managed to talk her out of it.

Trunks still avoided contact with Vegeta as much as possible. When they were in the same room, such as at dinner, they barely spoke. Trunks had not trained with his father since he started his job. Vegeta was too proud to ask, and Trunks was too stubborn to give in. Bulma watched helplessly, as the two men she loved grew farther and farther apart. Her son was spending a lot of time away from the house, and she was dying to know what he was doing.

Even Goten noticed a change in Trunks, mostly because he wasn't calling him everyday. Even though he thought his friend really needed a girlfriend, he was a little jealous of the time Trunks spent with her, especially since he didn't have a girlfriend, too. "Dude, doesn't she have a friend that you can fix me up with?"

"Well, she has a friend, but she won't go out with you because your not 18 and she doesn't want to get arrested." Trunks and Miyuki had this conversation at one point about a double date, but Sayuri wanted no part of it.

"Why did you tell her I wasn't 18?" whined Goten.

"Because I don't lie to her! We have an honest relationship. Ever heard of that?" replied Trunks.

"She will turn on you. I'm telling you dude. All women are the same."

"Whatever," said Trunks with a smile. He would try again to beg Sayuri to go out with him.

One lazy afternoon, Miyuki was sitting at her table surfing the Internet and smoking a cigarette when her cell phone rang. She looked at the number. It's him, she thought. `I shouldn't answer,' but she did anyway. "Hello," she said in her sexiest voice.

"Hello," said Trunks.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Standing outside your apartment," he replied.

"What?" Miyuki ran over to her window and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, Trunks was standing at the bottom of her stairs. He waved up at her and she waved back. "How dare you come over without calling me first," she scolded into the phone.

"I am calling you. How do you think I am talking to you right now?" he said and smiled at her.

She glared at him and, in a dramatic fashion, hung up the phone on him. Still looking at him, she crossed her arms and licked her lips seductively.

Trunks mouth curled up in a Vegeta-like smirk and he started walking up the stairs that lead to her front door. He pointed to her in the window and then pointed to the door, motioning for her to come and open it.

She didn't budge, but just kept looking at him and smiling. He put his hands together and mouthed the word "please," hoping that would get her to open the door. She tilted her head to the side and looked up as if contemplating whether she should or not. Finally, she disappeared from the window and appeared at the door to her apartment. "I hope you know that I don't have any make-up on and haven't done anything to my hair-" Before she could finish, Trunks had pulled her into an embrace and had stopped her conversation by placing his mouth over hers. She shut her eyes and returned his kiss with an equal amount of enthusiasm.

He pulled away from her. "You look fabulous, just like you always do. In fact, I kinda like you this way." She wore a pair of gray sweat shorts, which were folded over the waist and a white sleeveless t-shirt, which left her stomach exposed. Trunks pulled away from her to eye her bared stomach. He had never actually seen it before and he was shocked that she had a tattoo pattern that surrounded her belly button, along with a gold belly button ring. "Do you have any more tattoos I should know about?" he asked, lifting a lavender eyebrow.

"Maybe someday I will show them to you," she replied, a coy little smile on her face. Miyuki turned and walked over to her table, where she had been surfing on her computer. While she saved what she was doing, Trunks continued to scrutinize her appearance. He had never seen her-not looking perfect. She was wearing glasses and had her hair in a long braid down her back.

"So, you seem to like to put holes in your body," he observed. Chuckling, he took out his cell phone and focused the camera function in on her exposed navel. Before she knew it, he had taken a picture of it, and then quickly snapped one of her face.

She flashed him an annoyed look. "Yeah, what if I do like to put holes in my body? What of it?" she challenged.

"I think it's pretty sexy," remarked Trunks.

"How come you don't have your ear pierced?" asked Miyuki as she finished shutting off her PC and took one last puff of her lit cigarette before putting it out.

Trunks laughed nervously. "Are you kidding me? My father would rip me up one side and down the other if I ever did something like that." He sat down at one of the chairs by her table.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were an adult now," she teased.

Trunks shut his eyes and rubbed his forehead. Sometimes her flippant remarks were borderline cruel, and this was one of those times. He kept his head down and didn't look at her.

Miyuki closed her laptop and glanced over at Trunks. When he didn't look back at her she realized what she said must have hurt him. She walked over to him and took his hand. "I'm sorry. That was mean," she said softly.

Trunks stood up and looked her right in the eyes. "I will joke with you about anything in the world, except my father," he said to her with a very serious tone.

She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close. He did the same. The last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt Trunks or make him mad. She was accustomed to using sarcasm as a defense whenever she was nervous. And being around him always made her nervous. She released her hold on him and pulled back a bit so she could look at his face again. "Why are you so afraid of your father?" she asked in a whisper.

Trunks stayed quiet, thinking hard about how he should answer this question. Unfortunately, there was no easy answer. "I want to tell you about my father, but it's hard to talk about," he finally replied.

"You can tell me anything," she stated softly. "Come over here and sit down and tell me everything," she said gently pulling him toward the couch. When they both sat down, Miyuki turned sideways to face him, but Trunks didn't turn toward her. She put her hand on his shoulder, "Tell me," she prompted.

"My father was born to a race known as Saiyans. They were a violent race of mercenaries that were hired to kill many species and purge planets of their civilizations for profit. For most of his life, my father was a willing participant in the destruction of many aliens and their worlds. Ironically, the Saiyans home planet was destroyed by the very person who used them to kill so many others; an evil tyrant named Freiza. Today, only two remain of the Saiyan race; he and a man named Goku." He looked up at Miyuki, who at this point had her hand over her mouth. Trunks took a deep breath and then continued, "So, you see, that makes me half-Saiyan and half-human. My father was brought up to be a Saiyan warrior, strong and proud, and because of that, would never let me get out of line when I was younger. I don't like to confront him and have avoided arguing with him for most of my life. Recently, I finally started fighting back, and I am not sure that I like how I feel about some of the harsh things I have said to him."

"I knew your family was different, but…" she was very puzzled. "If he is a murderer, how on earth did he get hooked up with Bulma?" Bulma seemed like one of the most levelheaded women she knew. She idolized her and wanted to be just like her. This didn't seem like something the Bulma she knew would do.

"Another long story. My father and mother sort of got caught up in the heat of the moment when I was conceived. I was an accident. The fact is he never really was around very much when I was younger, not until my sister was born."

Again, Miyuki was shocked. She had no idea that Bulma had gotten pregnant by mistake. For some strange reason, this was even more outrageous than the fact that Trunks' father was an alien. "So, your mom isn't perfect?" said Miyuki. It just couldn't be true.

"Far from it. My mom has made her share of mistakes in her lifetime," replied Trunks.

As they both sat in the silence that followed, Trunks wondered what she was thinking about him. Miyuki sat with a stunned look on her face. She took off her glasses and set them on the table and then lit a cigarette. This was a lot of information for her to process.

Trunks got up and grabbed a pair of her sandals that were close by. He handed the to her. "Put these on. I have something to show you."

She took the sandals from him and put them on but she hardly knew what she was doing. Her mind was racing with all the information that he had just revealed to her. When she had finished putting them on she stood up. Trunks held out his hand for her to follow him. She grabbed her glasses and took a few puffs of her cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray then took his hand and they went outside. When they got to the bottom of her stairs, Trunks told her to climb on his back. After she did so, he slowly raised up into the air. Miyuki couldn't believe what was happening and she closed her eyes buried her face in his back. Trunks started flying faster and they swiftly made it up above the city.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked. "I can take you anywhere."

She held onto him with a death grip and slowly opened her eyes. She looked down at the city and it was an awesome sight. She could see the Capsule Corporation compound in the distance. She held on to him tighter. "Anywhere," she replied.

Trunks looked around and spotted a park. He headed toward it. When he touched down, Miyuki was still holding tight to him. Miyuki slowly put her feet on the ground and loosened her grip around his neck. When she was standing on her own two feet, she at last let go of him. She smiled. "I guess you weren't lying," she said smiling.

Trunks shook his head. "I would never, ever lie to you. I hope you know that, Miyuki."

They decided to take a walk together. As they strolled, Trunks told her more of the history of how his parents got together. Miyuki was very interested. It helped her to know that, with all the mistakes Bulma had made, she was able to rise above them and become the powerful and influential woman that she was today. Trunks kept taking pictures of her with his phone, which pissed her off to no end.

As they were walking they found a Frisbee that someone had left behind and they decided to play with it. "Now, you can't use any of those powers you have!" Miyuki warned Trunks.

"Oh, I won't." he said and winked at her. They began to toss the Frisbee around and it seemed to Miyuki that she had to work much harder and catching it than Trunks did. In a fit of frustration, she removed her sandals, and threw them and the Frisbee at him at the same time. Laughing, he flew around and caught all three effortlessly before landed in front of her in order to hand her sandals back to her. She grabbed the sandals from him and dropped them on the ground. "Show off," she mumbled as Trunks grinned. He returned to his place and stood waving the Frisbee, as if daring her to take it from him. She ran straight for him and tackled him to the ground, then tried to steal the Frisbee away from him. With her on top, Trunks pretended that he couldn't get up, but did not release his hold on the Frisbee. They rolled around on the ground together and Trunks managed to gain the upper hand, pinning her to the ground so that she couldn't move. "Now, what are you going to do?" he asked, as he bent his face down towards hers.

She lifted her head up slightly and gently traced his lips with her tongue. He let go of her arms so that he could embrace her and crushed his lips against hers. When Trunks had relaxed his grip on her, she turned him over so that she was on top. They stared at each other for a moment, before quickly separating. The park was not the place to be having an intimate encounter. Miyuki got up first and held out her hand to help Trunks up. "Are you hungry?" asked Trunks, while brushing off some dried grass from his pants.

"I am always hungry," Miyuki replied.

"Do you want to walk, or fly?" asked Trunks.

"I guess I could try the flying thing again."

Trunks had her get on his back again. They flew to a nearby restaurant and got a bite to eat. After eating they ended up going back to Miyuki's apartment. Miyuki invited Trunks in. As they sat together on the couch, Miyuki rested her head on Trunks' shoulder and shut her eyes. Trunks settled back on the couch and slid his arm around her back. She wrapped her arms around his chest and, before she knew it had drifted off to sleep. Relaxed and happy, Trunks also closed his eyes and dozed off. The two of them slept for a little while in each other's arms.

When Trunks finally awoke, he felt Miyuki next to him and at first thought he was dreaming. He looked down and saw her asleep in his arms. He gently picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. He had never been in her bedroom and was very curious as to what treasures laid in it. Like the rest of her apartment, her bedroom held only the bare necessities. He gently laid her down onto the bed and reluctantly undid his arms from around her warm body. She made a soft groaning noise as Trunks pulled away from her. She reached out to him and grabbed what she could and held on. "Don't go," she whispered sleepily.

"I can stay for a little while longer," he said smiling as he lay down next to her. He could hardly believe he was in her bed. He had dreamed of this moment--of course in a different way--but this was close enough. She again nestled into the nook of his shoulder and fell asleep. It wasn't long before Trunks joined her in slumber. Sometime during the night, Trunks got up. He whispered a goodbye to her and kissed her, but doubted she would remember his leaving.

The next day, Trunks stormed into his mother's office, upset that she had abruptly ordered him away from his job on the loading dock. "What's so damned important?" he said as he walked in. To his great surprise, Vegeta was there, also.

Bulma kept her back to him and was staring out the window. "Sit down, Trunks," she commanded in an irritated voice.

Trunks did as he was told and glanced at Vegeta with a questioning look.

Vegeta just stared forward, no emotion whatsoever on his face.

A few minutes later, Miyuki walked into Bulma's office. She was shocked to see Trunks and Vegeta there as well. "You wanted to see me, Bulma?" she asked, suddenly very nervous.

"Sit down Miyuki," she said with an equal amount of irritation.

Bulma turned around and faced the two of them. Fuming, she snatched up a newspaper that was on her desk and walked over to her son. "What the hell is THIS?" she snapped, waving the paper in front of his face.

Trunks stared at the paper. To his horror, on the front of the Society Page were several pictures of him and Miyuki from their day at the park. Pictures of them kissing, wrestling, walking hand in hand and everything else they had done that day, printed in unmistakable black-and-white, for the whole world to see.

"Shit," said Trunks.

Author's note: Okay, before you start freaking out like everyone else who read the story before I posted it, this will all be explained in the next chapter. Please be patient. That is why it's called a cliffhanger.