Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8

Trunks woke an hour later to find himself alone in Miyuki's bed. He picked his head up and looked around, wondering where she was. As he attempted to clear his head he yawned and listened for her. He could hear sounds coming from the other room and he smelled an unbelievable aroma drifting from the kitchen. He got out of bed and quickly dressed in his underwear and pants, but could not find his shirt. He searched all over the small room, even looking under the bed, but the shirt was nowhere to be found.

When he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Miyuki in the kitchen cooking. Standing with her back to him, he could see that she was wearing his shirt, her lacy panties, and nothing else. "So, that's why I couldn't find my shirt!"

She jumped when he spoke, obviously startled by his sudden entrance. She smiled at him. "Hungry?" she asked.

"I'm always hungry," he replied. He walked over to where she was standing and wrapped his arms around her from the back as she faced the stove. "Whatcha' making?" he asked as he nuzzled the side of her neck, his lips feeling the softness of her skin.

For a minute, she forgot about cooking and enjoyed the feel of his lips against her flesh, but soon she snapped back to reality and remembered what she was doing. "A surprise, so get out of here till it's done," she said playfully smacking his hand with her spatula.

Trunks pulled away from her and went over to the table. His cell phone started ringing the moment he sat down. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the number on the display. "Is that your girlfriend?" asked Miyuki over her shoulder.

Trunks looked at her and rolled his eyes. Turning sideways in his seat, he flipped up the receiver and answered it, keeping his voice down.

"Dude, where are you at?" said Goten.

"Where am I at? Why do you want to know?" replied Trunks.

"Because, for the last couple of hours, your mom's been over here, carrying on to my mom about you and all I hear is a lot of crying and yelling. What the hell did you do?"

"Didn't you see this morning's edition of the paper?" Trunks whispered into the phone. He didn't want Miyuki to hear what he was talking about.

"No, why? Were you in it?"

"Unfortunately, yes. My mom found out about my girlfriend by reading it in today's society pages. Needless to say, she wasn't too happy about that."

"Ouch! That's cold! So did she ground you or something?" asked Goten.

Trunks smiled because his mother hadn't grounded him in years. "Uh, no. I haven't really talked to her since she blew up at me in her office earlier today. What's weird about the whole thing is that my father is pretty happy for me. He actually approves of Miyuki. But, you know how he is. He sure didn't appreciate seeing our public displays of affection plastered all over the front page of the paper."

Miyuki's head perked up when he heard Trunks mention his father and her name in the same sentence. She looked over at him. Gazing at his handsome features, her mind faded back into the tender moment they had just shared. She had such an honest relationship with him and that was so refreshing for her. Maybe she could change her plans for relocation in order to stay here to be with him. She shook her head and returned again to what she was doing.

Trunks continued talking to Goten. "Why don't you come over to Capsule Corp and get yourself a job? Then you wouldn't have to keep begging Chi-Chi for money and you could take Miyuki's cute neighbor on a real date and pay for it yourself."

"Get a job? I never thought of that. They actually pay you to lift and move stuff?" questioned Goten.

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Yeah. They pay you every week." Sometimes Goten was so much like his father, Goku.

"Where do I go?"

While Trunks was telling him the rest of what he needed to do to work at Capsule Corp., Miyuki brought two plates over to the table and cleared some space for them to eat. "Gotta go. My dinner is being served to me," he said and smiled at Miyuki.

"You are at her place? Well why didn't you say so? Later!" Goten said before hanging up the phone.

Shaking his head and chuckling, Trunks hung up his phone. As he began to eat, he looked over to Miyuki who seemed deep in thought. "Delicious," he declared, smiling and pointing at his plate.

"I am aren't I," she responded with a smile. In stagy fashion, she batted her eyelashes a few times. Trunks rested his head in his hand and grinned "What did your friend want?" asked Miyuki.

"He said my mom was over at his house crying to his mom. He called to find out what I had done to her."

Miyuki's face turned sad. "I really didn't mean to hurt her. She was so angry. I didn't like the way your dad was looking at me either."

"Don't worry about my father. That's just the way he is. The fact that he even acknowledged your existence is a plus. As for my mom, she'll get over it. We do need to talk to her, though."

"I know," said Miyuki with a sigh. "I'll talk to her first thing tomorrow when I go back to work."

"You didn't see her after we got reamed?" asked Trunks between bites.

"No, I tried to go back to work, but I couldn't concentrate so I just came home. The whole thing took me off guard. To see our pictures in the paper in that position just made me feel…violated. Then, to have seen Bulma so angry and feeling your father looking through me, I was really unsettled. I feel much better now," she said, giving him a knowing wink.

Trunks smiled and blushed a little. "I'll talk to her, too. I'm sure after she talks to Chi-Chi, she'll feel better."

They continued to eat in silence. When Trunks finished, he stretched his arms, slouched in his chair and watched Miyuki finish eating. She looked up to see him staring at her and grinned. Her next words took him by surprise. "That wasn't really your first time was it?" asked Miyuki.

Trunks blushed again and looked at the floor. "Yeah, it was. Why don't you believe that?"

"Well, because…you seemed to know what you were doing. It shocked me, I guess. You must read a lot of sex books or something," she remarked as she took her last bite of dinner.

Trunks laughed at her comment. "No, I don't read a lot of books about sex, or magazines for that matter. I guess you can thank my father's genes for my sex drive. Saiyans are known for particularly good skills in that area."

"Really?" she replied. "I will be sure to thank your father next time I see him."

"Don't you dare!" said Trunks, alarmed. "It's bad enough they know about us. I'm not sure I'm ready to discuss sex with my father." He shuddered at the thought of it. "So, I take it that wasn't your first time."

"Let's not get into a discussion about my past. I have made my share of mistakes. I'll just say that I've learned from them and leave it at that," she replied, growing a little uncomfortable.

A little disappointed, but still curious, Trunks didn't see the harm in his question so he continued to prod her for information on her sexual past, "So, it wasn't your first time, then."

Now, Miyuki was visibly pissed that he wanted to continue interrogating her about her past. "What exactly do you want to know, Trunks?" she snapped. "How many other men I have been with? Or how many times? Which notch are you in my bedpost? Perhaps you would like me to tell you in minute detail about which positions I have experienced?" she shouted, glaring at him.

Trunks blue eyes went wide, obviously shocked by the viciousness of her words. Miyuki stood up from the table and took off his shirt, forcefully threw it at him. She then turned and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Trunks sat in a daze for a moment, not exactly sure what had just happened. He thought he was asking her an innocent question, not realizing this was such a touchy subject for her. He dropped his shirt on the floor and went to the door of her bedroom. When he found it locked, he pounded on it, but she did not make any moves to open the door. "Open the door, Miyuki! If you don't, you know I can break it down!" he warned into the closed door. He thought back to Goten's earlier warning about how women turn on you. Was this really happening?

As he was mulling this over, she finally unlocked and opened the door. He didn't come into the room, but leaned against the doorframe with arms crossed, while Miyuki walked away to sit on her bed. Trunks observed that she had gotten dressed while she was in her bedroom alone. "If I said something to upset you, I'm sorry. I was just curious," he admitted, "and maybe a little jealous," he explained.

Miyuki, who was staring at the floor, lifted her head to face him. "Look, Trunks, you have your skeletons in your closet and so do I. I am not proud of all the actions of my past," she said softly. "Perhaps someday I will feel comfortable enough to tell you about it, but not today, and not now. Not after what we just shared. Can you understand what I'm saying?"

He walked over to stand in front of her and gently took her face in his hands. "I totally understand." He knelt and pressed his body forward against the side of her bed. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his torso as his arms came up to embrace her. "There is nothing you could ever tell me that would change how I feel about you. I meant it when I told you that I love you. I understand if you don't feel the same, but just know that I do love you with all my heart. The last thing in the world I ever want to do is hurt you."

Miyuki leaned forward, putting her arms under his and pulling him tightly against her. She knew deep in her heart that she loved him too, but she was afraid to say it out loud. Uttering those three words would make it real and she believed it would open her up to all kinds of pain that she didn't want to experience ever again. Whenever she loved someone, she ended up hurt and devastated. Up until she met Trunks, she was certain she had built an impenetrable wall around her feelings. Now, he was here with all his strength and amazing gentleness, punching a hole in that emotional wall, and she didn't want to hurt like that ever again.

They stayed holding each other for a long time, neither one wanting to let go. Miyuki was the first to release her hold. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was getting late. "I need to get some sleep," she finally whispered in his ear.

He stood up and took her hand. She then stood and hugged him some more. He tilted her face to his and kissed her lips gently. She pulled away, sliding her hands down his arms to rest in his hands. They smiled at each other, both knowing that things would be okay between them.

When they left the bedroom, Miyuki ran ahead of him and picked his shirt up from the floor. She put it on over her clothes and crossed her arms, holding tight to the material. Trunks gave her a playful look and tried to get it back from her. "Are you going to make me walk into my house without a shirt on? That's hardly discrete," he joked.

"You can't have this shirt back. It's mine! Besides, your father would be proud." She smiled at him.

He gave in and let her keep the shirt. "Thanks to you, I will have to sneak in the back door. If my mother saw me come in without a shirt, she would probably have a stroke!"

They continued kissing and saying goodbye for another fifteen minutes or so. Before he could leave, Trunks had to go searching for his shoes since he had no idea where they had ended up. When he finally found them, he put them on, and gave Miyuki one last kiss before leaving, shirtless.

Trunks arrived at Capsule Corp. and entered his house through the kitchen door, in hopes that no one would be there. To his astonishment, Vegeta was sitting at the table, drinking a glass of water and staring off into space. When Trunks walked in, he raised a dark eyebrow at him. "Did you have a shirt when you left the house, boy?" he asked casually

Reddening a little, Trunks just smiled at him and did not respond. He suspected that his father had more than an idea of what happened to his shirt and didn't need to explain anything. Trunks walked over to the refrigerator, pulled out a drink for himself and sat across from Vegeta. "Father, I want to thank you for coming to where I work. It meant a lot to me."

"I had nothing better to do," replied Vegeta, visibly embarrassed by his son's gratitude.

Trunks smiled, knowing that this was probably the only acknowledgement he was going to get from his father. He took a sip of his drink and slouched back in his chair.

After a few minutes, Vegeta asked, "So, how was it?"

Startled by his question, Trunks choked and almost spit out his drink. Quickly recovering, he asked, "How was what?"

"The girl, how was it?" said Vegeta, prodding his son for more information.

Trunks was very confused. "Are you asking me about Miyuki?" he questioned, reluctant to share what had just gone on between them.

"Your mother and I have our best sex after a big argument," his father stated matter-of-factly.

"Okay, that's way more than I really wanted to know!" replied Trunks. He had been taken by surprise with his father's candid remarks. Yet, he was enjoying the fact that they were sharing on this type of level, not just as father and son, but as two adults.

"All I can tell you is," Vegeta cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable with his next remark, "you need to protect yourself against unwanted…you know what I am talking about."

"You mean birth control?" Trunks opened his eyes wide, remembering that Miyuki and he had not discussed this issue. Everything between them happened so fast.

"Obviously, you neglected to think about that," said Vegeta, seeing the startled look on his son's face. "So, how was it?"

Trunks couldn't help but smile at the memory. Vegeta lowly chuckled and smiled back, knowing the look on his son's face meant things had gone well.

At that very moment, his mother and Bra walked into the room. Bulma was surprised to see the two of them at the table, as she had not heard any arguing going on when she approached the kitchen. "Hi Daddy," said Bra as she climbed up into his lap. Bulma looked at Trunks and after catching his glance looked away again. She was still a little upset with Miyuki and Trunks, but deep down she was also happy they had found each other. She went over to the refrigerator and got a drink for both her and Bra. She sat down next to Vegeta. Trunks and Bra were making nasty faces at each other, as they often did at the table.

Bulma was the first to break the awkward silence, "Trunks, I would like to invite you and Miyuki to dinner with the family. Goten could come, and if Miyuki has any friends, they are welcome as well. Do you think she will go for that?"

Trunks turned his attention away from his sister's face and toward his mother. He thought for a moment before responding. "Yeah, I think she would like that."

"Good, I'll talk to her tomorrow at work. We missed you at dinner this evening. Is everything okay?" asked Bulma.

"Yeah, everything is fine."

"What happened to your shirt?"

Vegeta tried not to be too obvious but could not hold back a slight chuckle.

"This kitchen is really hot and I took it off. Is the air conditioning working properly?" Trunks replied, hoping this would appease her curiosity.

Vegeta straightened up in his chair. "The boy is right," he agreed, then slipped his shirt off as well. "It is rather warm in here."

Bulma gaze went from father to son, completely puzzled by their behavior. She shrugged her shoulders. "I'll have it checked out tomorrow."

Relieved and thankful that his father covered for him, Trunks slowly let out the breath he had been holding in.

Author's note: This was my favorite chapter to write so far. Thank you so much to all who have reviewed! It really means a lot to me!!