Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Warning: This chapter contains Lemons so read at your own risk.

Chapter 7

Trunks sank down in his seat. Miyuki looked at the floor and did not look at the paper Bulma had placed before her son.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?" she shouted. "I have never been so embarrassed in all my life! Imagine my surprise when my secretary said there were thirty calls from the press wanting to know what I thought of the mysterious woman in my sons life." Bulma was pacing and her hands were waving wildly in the air. "I had no idea what they were talking about until I saw this. Could the two of you been any less discrete?"

Miyuki felt the tears forming in her eyes. This was not how she wanted Bulma to find out about the two of them.

Trunks stood up and dropped the paper on his mother's desk. "This is all my fault, Mom. Don't blame Miyuki for this."

"Looks to me like she was a very willing participant!" wailed Bulma to her son.

Miyuki kept looking at the floor. She was deathly afraid of Vegeta and could feel his eyes upon her. She didn't want to make Bulma any angrier with her, but at the same time, she felt she needed to speak. The words got just caught in her throat and wouldn't come out.

Bulma looked at Vegeta. "Well," she said to her husband, "Don't you have anything to say?"

With arms folded, Vegeta came out from the corner in which he's been standing and circled Miyuki to see her from every angle. In a move that surprised everyone, he stopped next to Trunks and put his arm on his son's shoulder. "I approve," he said in a deep, low voice.

"You approve?!" shrieked Bulma. "I didn't ask you if you approved! I asked you if you had anything to say to your son!"

Vegeta looked directly into Trunks eyes. He removed his hand from his son's shoulder and merely said, "As you know, I do not care for public displays of affection. You must learn to be more careful."

Bulma was steaming. Speechless with anger, she growled at her husband.

"What do you want me to say, woman?" he said to Bulma. "He is a man now, and men have needs. You said it yourself that he is growing up."

If there was one thing Bulma hated, it was when Vegeta used her own words against her. Bulma turned around to face her window in a huff.

Miyuki lifted her head when the fighting stopped and looked at Trunks. His face softened when he saw the tears in her eyes. She stood up and with a shaky voice stated, "Bulma, I am sorry you found out about us like this. I hope you understand that I never intended to hurt you in any way. It is my fault that you didn't know about our relationship, not Trunks'. I begged him not to tell you because I didn't want to jeopardize my job. I wasn't sure how you would react. Please, believe that I am truly sorry." She sank back down in the chair and hung her head.

Trunks and Vegeta listened to her words intently. Bulma breathed a heavy sigh and leaned her head into her hand. She slowly turned and sat down in her office chair. Trunks looked at his Mother with remorse. Vegeta now understood why his son hadn't been training with him.

"Miyuki," said Bulma, her tone now tinged with disappointment. "I am not angry that you are seeing my son. If I could have chosen a woman for my son to date, it would have been you. What I am upset about is that you kept this from me." She lifted her head and looked at Trunks. "I trusted both of you."

"She explained why she didn't tell you. Isn't that enough?" said Vegeta to his mate.

"Did I ask you your opinion?" she spat at Vegeta.

"No, but you are going to get it," he retorted with princely authority. "She is obviously remorseful and so is the boy. It is time to drop this!"

Trunks was beside himself. Never in a million years would he have expected Vegeta to take his side over Bulma's. `Perhaps I've misjudged him,' he thought.

Bulma was also shocked at what her mate had said. She stared at the two of them standing next to each other and looking back at her, so much more alike than either was willing to admit. Her head then turned to Miyuki who hadn't had the courage to look up. "Miyuki, look at me."

Taking a deep breath, Miyuki picked her head up, tears streaming down her face.

Bulma got up from her chair, came around the desk and handed Miyuki some tissues. She kept a few for herself as she could feel tears forming in her eyes as well. "How long have the two of you been seeing each other?" asked Bulma calmly.

"A couple of weeks," Miyuki answered.

"The day Father and I had that huge fight and I met her in your office. That was the day I asked her out," said Trunks.

"So, you've been hiding it from me all this time?" said Bulma as a tear escaped down her cheek. As tough as she was, she could never be around someone who was crying and not cry herself. "Why would you do that?"

"We just didn't know how you would react," said Trunks. "Actually, I'm glad you found out. I want everyone in the world to know how much I care about this woman."

They were all silent, except a few sniffles from the women in the room when they blew their noses. After a few moments of strained silence, Miyuki asked, "May I go back to work now?"

Bulma looked at her. "Yes, go ahead. I will speak with you later."

Miyuki got up and briskly walked out the door. Trunks started to follow her, but Vegeta touched his arm and stopped him. "Let her go," he said.

Trunks turned and looked at his father. Never before had Vegeta shown him this much compassion. "Father, I have to talk to her," he said.

"Give her some time. If there is one thing I have learned about your mother it is that when she is upset, the best thing is to stay away from her for a while."

"I guess I will go back to work then, too," said Trunks.

"Why don't you show me where you work," offered Vegeta.

"Okay," replied Trunks.

Bulma watched her husband and son leave her office together. Perhaps she had been too hard on Miyuki. At times Miyuki seemed so fragile, and at other times she was the toughest little lady she had ever met. Regardless, she was obviously shaken by the incident.

Vegeta accompanied his son to the dock and for the rest of the day, he and Trunks worked together. It became a contest between the two to see who could do more in less time. Never before had so much unloading and loading happened on the dock as it did that day. Kwang was ecstatic. Every single order they had was shipped that day. When the shift ended, he shook Vegeta's hand, thanking him for the help and telling him he was welcome anytime to work again. Vegeta grunted a goodbye to the strange fat man and then father and son flew off together in a race to see who would get home first.

Trunks tried ten times to reach Miyuki but she wasn't answering her cell phone. He gave up for a while after leaving her several messages. As soon as he and Vegeta got home and he had showered off the day's sweat, he tried one more time to call her. When her voicemail clicked on yet again, he said, "Miyuki, I know you are avoiding me. I am coming over to your apartment right now and I want to talk to you!"

He flew to her apartment. When he arrived, he banged on the door forcefully determined not to leave until they talked. Sayuri was the one who eventually opened the door. "I don't think she wants to talk to you," said Sayuri breathlessly. "She keeps saying her life is over. That's all she has told me. You better not have hurt her!" said Sayuri pointing an accusing finger at him.

"Please, believe me. It is all a big misunderstanding. I need to talk to her," pleaded Trunks.

Sayuri looked at him skeptically for a moment, but decided to open the door and let him in before she let herself out.

Miyuki was sitting on her couch, smoking a cigarette. The apartment was thick with smoke as if she had been doing nothing but smoke since she got home from work.

Trunks walked in. He could see that she had been crying for a long time because her cheeks were red and her eyes were puffy. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. "Miyuki, you have to talk to me. What are you thinking?" he pleaded, hoping for a reaction.

She said nothing, avoided his gaze and continued to smoke her cigarette.

"Can you believe that my father actually came over to where I work and helped me? We managed to fill every single order that was waiting. Was Kwang ever surprised! I don't think there will be anything for us to do tomorrow," he said with a small chuckle.

Miyuki finally turned her head to face him. Wordlessly, she reached up to brush away that stray piece of lavender hair out of his eyes. Trunks loved when she played with his hair. She turned her attention back to her cigarette and took another puff.

He put one finger on her bare arm and gently stroked up and down. She shut her eyes at the exquisite feel of his touch. She opened her eyes again and stubbed out her cigarette, blowing the last of the smoke from her mouth. She again turned to Trunks. "That feels really good," she whispered.

"Are you going to talk to me?" asked Trunks, moving closer to her.

A tear ran down her cheek as she spoke. "I don't have much to say," she said softly.

"What are you thinking?" he asked her again.

She went silent for a moment. There were so many thoughts dancing around in her head that she didn't know which one to start with. "My biggest fear is that because Bulma knows about us, she won't give me the promotion I have been seeking and I will be stuck here while you go off to college."

The promotion. She hadn't talked about that since the first day they met. Trunks had hoped she had changed her mind and decided not to seek the promotion and transfer. He stood up and started pacing around the apartment. "That's not a problem. I can always go to the college in town. It will be easy enough for my Mom to pull some strings to get me enrolled there in the fall." Despite his upbeat words, he was visibly upset by what Miyuki had just said.

"No, Trunks. Don't change your plans because of me, and don't expect me to change my plans because of you," she said as more tears fell down her cheek. She was amazed that she had any tears left to shed.

"Miyuki," he said as he felt tears pricking in his own eyes, "I love you."

She got up from the couch and walked over to him. Deep down, she wanted so much to return his love, but she was so unsure about herself that she couldn't say the words. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. Their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. His hands made their way around her waist and he felt the bare skin of her back that snuck out of the bottom of her shirt. The feel of his fingers on her flesh made her eager for more. She ran her hands down the middle of his back and found the bottom of his shirt. She slowly pulled it up and reached underneath to seek the warm skin of his back. Her fingertips traced each perfectly formed muscle as she slowly worked his shirt up to his arms. Their kisses became more heated and Trunks found himself with his hands under her shirt feeling the soft skin of her back and shoulders.

Miyuki slowly pulled away from him and tugged his shirt the rest of the way over his head. Breathing heavy, she looked at his chest. It was a sight to behold. "I want you!" she said looking right in his eyes.

"I…" that was all he managed to utter before Miyuki pulled away and removed her own shirt to reveal her breasts. She threw her shirt at him, turned and disappeared into her bedroom. Trunks wasn't sure what to do next; he had never done this before. He wondered if he should tell her or not. He finally decided to follow her into the bedroom and make her talk to him. He had to know what she was feeling and what her future plans were.

When he got inside the doorway, she was lying back on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of lacy white bikini panties. She slowly got up on her knees and motioned for him to come over to her. Without another thought, he rushed to the bed and pulled her to him. His lips crushed hers in a fervent kiss while his hand surrounded her breast. He pulled his lips away from hers and his lips replaced the hand on her breast. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as he traced her taut nipple with his tongue.

As he stood in front of her, she reached down to his belt and undid the buckle. Miyuki then undid the button and slowly unzipped his pants. As his pants fell to the floor, he pulled away from her and sat on the bed, coaxing his pants off the rest of the way. While Trunks was doing that, Miyuki slid back to the head of the bed and waited for him. Smiling, he turned and crawled to her, lightly resting his weight on top of her body. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and ran her fingers through his hair as they continued their zealous kissing. Miyuki could feel his hardness press against her. The pair rolled to their sides and Miyuki sat up and slowly slid off her panties. As she had sat up, he discovered her other tattoo, which was on her back near her right upper shoulder and had been hidden by her hair. He lifted her hair out of the way so that he could see it more clearly. "Faith?" he questioned softly.

Miyuki looked at him with confusion on her face.

"Your tattoo. It stands for `faith.' Why did you choose that?" The tattoo was the Japanese kanji symbol for faith.

"Because faith is the only thing that has gotten me this far in life. Faith that there is some power greater than myself guiding the universe, and guiding me to make the right decisions," she uttered as she moved closer to him again. She pushed him on his back and removed his underwear. Now there was no more material between them. Miyuki couldn't wait any longer and climbed on top of Trunks guiding him inside of her. She gently moved up and down on top of him. He grabbed her hips and countered her moves with his own. She leaned over and traced his lips with her tongue. Wanting more, he put a hand on the back of her head and pushed it closer so that their lips met. He then rolled her over so that he was on top and began to thrust in and out of her.

It was over very fast. They climaxed together in a wave of passion and release of all the tension that had built for so long between them, now gone in a rush of pleasure.

After a few moments of catching their breath, Trunks gently moved off of Miyuki and lay next to her. Her hair was covering half of her face and Trunks moved it away so that he could see all of her lovely face. Miyuki traced the outlines of Trunks nose and lips with her fingers. When she got to his lips he kissed her fingertips lightly.

Miyuki sat up and grabbed the sheet that was at the bottom of the bed. She pulled it up and over them, settling her head in the nook of his shoulder. She took her index finger and traced his belly button with the very tip. Trunks grabbed her hand. "Stop that," he said.

"Why?" replied Miyuki.

"Cause it tickles!" he answered back.

"Oh! The big strong man is ticklish! That's good to know," said Miyuki with a big grin on her face.

"Please, don't tell the guys at the loading dock. They will never let me live it down," said Trunks playfully.

Miyuki put her head back down on his shoulder and shut her eyes. She wanted to forever feel as good as she felt right at that moment.

"Miyuki?" questioned Trunks.

"Hmm?" she said without opening her eyes.

"About what we were talking about earlier-," Miyuki picked her head up abruptly and put her hand over his mouth.

"Please don't say anymore. Let's just enjoy the time we have together," she whispered to him. She took her hand away from his mouth, gently kissed his cheek, and then laid her head back on his shoulder.

"Can I just say one more thing?" Trunks asked.

She picked her head up and made a grimace at him. "Now what?" she said forcefully.

"That was my first time," he said in a barely audible voice.

Miyuki's face instantly softened. "I had no idea!" She said before giving him an apologetic kiss. She returned her head to his shoulder and he pulled her closer to him.

A few minutes later, they both drifted off to sleep, the earlier events of the day completely forgotten.