Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9

Everything Alanis Morisette

You see everything

You see every part

You see all my light

And you love my dark

You dig everything

Of which I'm ashamed

There's not anything to which you can't relate

And your still here

That night, Trunks actually slept without any problem. He felt exhausted by the time he got to his bed because the day had been such an emotional roller coaster. When his alarm went off, his first thought was of Miyuki and what they had shared the day before. He didn't really feel any different, but he was different. He got ready for work in a complete fog, thinking only of what he experienced and how good it felt. When he arrived at the breakfast table, his mom already had his coffee poured. She handed it to him and he mindlessly took it from her as he sat down at the table. He stretched and yawned and then stared into his coffee cup, a slight smile across his face. Bra stuck her tongue out at him when he sat down but even that didn't faze him. He just smiled back at his little sister and gazed around the room with a far off look in his eyes.

Bulma placed a plate in front of him, but he hardly noticed. "Trunks?" she asked. "Are you all right this morning?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Mom," he said as he gazed down at his plate and automatically started eating. Coming slowly out of his fog, he realized Vegeta was not planted in his usual chair reading the paper. "Where's Father?"

Bulma's face lit up at the mention of his name. She quickly turned away from her son to hide her giddiness from him. "He is still in bed, I think," she replied, trying not to sound too obvious.

"Hm, that's not like him. Is he sick or something?"

"He's just fine. Now eat your breakfast before you are late."

Trunks noticed his mother was making a tray that he assumed she was taking up to Vegeta. He then noticed that she wasn't dressed for work. "Aren't you going to the office?" asked Trunks.

Bulma was visibly tense when she answered her son. "I am going in late today. Clean up down here for me, will you, honey?" she said and scurried out of the room with the tray for her mate.

Trunks watched his mother leave the room and then looked over at his sister. Bra answered him by shrugging her shoulders and continuing to eat her cereal. She started humming a silly tune between bites, but that didn't bother Trunks. He loved everyone and everything this day-his first day as a real man.

He returned to his contented daze and ate his breakfast. He wondered if it was too early to call Miyuki because he really wanted to talk to her. After a little while, he felt something poking him in the arm. His sister was jabbing him with her spoon to get his attention. "I'm done," she announced.

"So get your little piglet butt out of the chair and take your bowl over to the sink," he told her as he made a mean face.

"Don't call me that! I'm telling!" she wailed. "Besides, Mommy said you were supposed to clean up."

"Yeah, but she didn't say I was supposed to clean up after you," he said and ruffled her hair, which was another thing she hated for him to do.

Bra in turn smacked him on the arm and stuck her tongue out at him. "You are so mean!"

"Just put your bowl in the sink and I'll put a video on for you," he said to her in a softer tone. Trunks figured it would be a good idea to let his parents be alone together for a while. It also meant that Bulma wouldn't be going in to work any time soon and Miyuki wouldn't have to face her.

Goten showed up at the door to the kitchen and let himself in. "Hi, I'm here!" he called out.

Bra's eyes lit up when he came in. "Hi, Goten!" she said, smiling brightly at him.

Goten rolled his eyes. Bra had recently started being really nice to him and he figured she had some sort of crush on him. "Hey, piglet," he said.

Oddly, Bra didn't get mad when Goten called her that. "Do you want to watch a video with me, Goten?"

"No, thanks. I am going to work with Trunks here."

Bra gave him a little, disappointed pout. Trunks took her into the other room and put a video on for her, before he and Goten went out the back door to work.

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As soon as he completed his interview with HR, Goten showed up about an hour after Trunks to start his new job on the dock. Kwang had all the guys cleaning because that's what they did when there were no immediate orders to fill. Some of the workers had been sent to the factory to help out over there. When lunchtime came around, Trunks showed Goten where the cafeteria was. After they got their food and sat down at a table, a curious Goten looked around. As he scanned the room, a lovely woman caught his eye. "Trunks, look at that girl. Do you know her?"

Trunks turned in his chair to look at the girl who was standing at the register and paying for her lunch. "Oh, her? Yeah, I know her," he said with a smile on his face. He stood up and waved her over. She smiled when she saw him waving and approached their table. Remembering his manners, Goten quickly stood up when she arrived. "Goten, I'd like you to meet Miyuki," Trunks said smiling broadly at her.

She couldn't help but smile back. "I guess we can eat together since our relationship was in the paper yesterday," she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Nice to meet you, Goten."

"The pleasure is all mine," he answered and bowed to her.

Miyuki sat down and the boys followed. "Did you talk to my mom?" asked Trunks.

"She never made it in. I hope she isn't still upset about yesterday."

"Um…I think she and my father had a late night last night," said Trunks with a grin.

"Too much information!" groaned Goten.

Miyuki smiled and looked down at her plate.

"Oh, I wanted to tell you two that my mom wants to have dinner with all of us. She asked me about it last night. You can bring Sayuri if you want. It will be a chance for you to get to know my father and sister. What do you think?" he asked, looking expectantly at Miyuki.

Miyuki returned his glance. "I guess I could do that," she replied. "Although, I don't know if Sayuri will come. She isn't really into social things. I'll be sure to ask her, though."

"I'm always up for dinner," said Goten. "When?"

"She didn't say, but I'll let you know when I talk to her." Trunks looked over at the remainder of food on Miyuki's tray. "Are you going to eat that cookie?" he asked.

"Yes, I am going to eat that cookie! Keep your hands off!" she said with a glare in her eyes.

After a few minutes of idle conversation and getting to know each other, Goten soon excused himself, figuring out that the pair wanted to be alone for a little while.

"Can I see you tonight?" asked Trunks, once Goten had left the room.

"I can't tonight," replied Miyuki.

"Can I ask why?" asked Trunks, a little annoyed that she didn't offer him an explanation.

"I have aerobics right after work and then Sayuri and I have plans," she stated. She looked at him and read the disappointment on his face. "I'm sorry," she apologized, placing her palm against his cheek. "I'm not busy tomorrow. Do you mind waiting till then?"

He wanted to spend every waking moment with her, but he knew that wasn't possible. "I guess I can wait, but only if you give me your cookie," he finally said with a grin. Laughing, she handed it over to him.

After Miyuki finished eating, Trunks walked her back to the lab. Bulma was waiting for them when they got there, so he took his leave of them so the two women could talk alone. Bulma asked Miyuki to come to her office and closed the door behind her before taking her seat. "Miyuki, I wanted to talk to you. Like I told you before, I always wanted you and Trunks to get together. I confess that it was a secret hope of mine. And, I am aware that you are interested in the position opening in North America when the CEO there leaves. I can't help wondering if you have discussed this situation with my son?"

Miyuki took a deep breath before answering. "Yes, Bulma, he knows about it. He isn't really happy about it, but I have to be a realist. After all he is only eighteen and I am twenty-three, and I did most of my "growing-up" during that time span. You can rest assured that I have no intention of holding him back from anything you have planned for him, if that is what you are asking."

"No, that is not what I am asking. But, I did see the way he was looking at you in my office, and I must be certain about how things stand between you. The question that remains is this: how badly do you want this promotion, Miyuki?"

Miyuki looked Bulma right in the eyes and stated firmly, "I want it more than anything. I want the chance to show you that I can make the North American business as successful as the one here. You know that I can do it, Bulma," she replied with pride.

"Yes, I do know that you would be a great asset to them, and to the company, but what about yourself? Is it really what you want to do? Speaking for myself, I would miss you terribly, as I know Trunks would. This would require a huge commitment on your part. You know that don't you?"

"Yes, and I am ready and willing to make that commitment to you and to Capsule Corp." Miyuki stated, a little stronger this time. "You have done so much to help me. I would like the chance to give back to you."

"I need to make a decision about this in the next week or so. Update your resume and fill out a transfer request, then bring the completed documents to me. Miyuki, you realize my son may never forgive me if I grant you this transfer," Bulma said, looking at her employee out of the corner of her eye.

"I don't want to hurt him, I really don't. Like I said, I don't want to ever hold him back either. Surely he isn't going to be working on the loading dock for the rest of his life. He is way too smart for that."

"No, it is my hope that my son will be taking over Capsule Corp. when he gets done with college," said Bulma, leaning back in her chair. She thought for a minute and then changed the subject. "Oh, by the way, I would like to invite you to dinner with my family. I also plan to have a few select members of the press there to take pictures of us all together. I want it made clear to everyone that I approve of this relationship, so that we can put to rest all the tabloid stories about how much I hate you. What night is good for you?"

"Any night but aerobics night," she answered and they both laughed. Once they agreed on an evening, Miyuki left Bulma's office feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Keeping her relationship with Trunks a secret had been more draining on her than she thought, but now that it was out in the open, she could rest easy.

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Trunks joined his parents and sister for dinner that evening although his mind was elsewhere during the meal. He started to feel strange about the way Miyuki had acted when he asked if they could see each other this evening. His irrational fears began to mount as he slowly talked himself into feeling like she was hiding something from him. After dinner he decided that he had to find out what she was doing and flew to her apartment, hiding in the shadows so that he couldn't be seen. He peered out of the darkness to see Miyuki and Sayuri leaving their apartments and walking down the street. They were chatting and smoking cigarettes, which didn't seem out of the ordinary. Trunks followed them, staying just far enough behind that he wouldn't be noticed.

The two women continued walking quite a distance, until they came upon a small building. Outside the building was a group of others, standing around talking and smoking. He watched as they walked up to the group and began hugging several of the members, both male and female. Trunks hung back and surveyed his surroundings and realized that this was one of the neighborhoods that his mother told him never to go to. "Why is she here?" he asked himself. Pretty soon, the group of people went into the building. When he was sure no one was left outside, Trunks crept up to the building, close enough to listen to what was going on inside. One by one, he heard people in the room taking turns, talking about their problems and voices of the others trying to help them. When Trunks thought he'd heard enough to satisfy his curiosity, he started to walk away, but he froze when the next person began to speak.

"Hi, my name is Miyuki, and I am an addict," said the familiar female voice. "As of today, I have two years, and thirty days clean. The topic I would like to discuss is relationships after sobriety and how others have dealt with all the issues that come up," she added.

So, this was what she didn't want to tell him, her secret. Ashamed that he'd doubted her, Trunks felt an enormous amount of guilt flooding over him. He quickly walked away from the open window and up the street, far from the building where the meeting was being held. "Why couldn't I have just trusted her?" he scolded himself. Was this tendency to be suspicious and possessive built into his Saiyan psyche, or was it his human side that made him that way? He walked on for a while, until he found himself back at Miyuki's apartment building where he sat on her steps and decided to wait for her. He felt torn inside, wanting to tell her how sorry he was for doubting her; but he was fearful that if he did that, he would also have to admit that he had been spying on her. Once she found out, would she ever trust him again?

He waited for what seemed like an eternity, for Miyuki to return. Before he saw them he heard her and her neighbor's laughing voices coming up the sidewalk and he stood at the bottom of her stairs, waiting. The moment she saw him, her face lit up and she ran to hug him. She buried her face in his chest as her arms encircled his torso. Grinning, Sayuri made her way around the embracing pair and up the stairs. "I suppose this means that you aren't going to invite me in," she said as she disappeared into her apartment.

Miyuki pulled away from Trunks and looked up at him. "Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," whispered Trunks back to her. "I missed you. I hope you aren't upset that I am here."

She gave him a mock-angry look and said, "Yes, I am very upset with you! I am afraid I will have to punish you. Come up to my room for your reprimand," she added, now with a seductive look in her eyes. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up the stairs to her apartment. Once inside, she dropped her purse in its spot, and turned to face him, noticing that he had a serious expression on his face. "Is there something wrong?" she asked.

Trunks took her hands in his and looked into her shining blue eyes. So many thoughts were speeding across his brain, that he couldn't find the exact words he wanted to say to her. While he was gazing at her, she smiled at him and, with her fingertips, lightly traced the outline of his lips. Trunks shut his eyes and savored the touch of her fingers. When he opened his eyes, she took his other hand and led him to her bedroom. Guiding him over to the bed she gently pushed him down into a seating position. She then lifted herself onto his lap and wrapped her legs and arms around him, kissing his lips at the same time.

Trunks responded by wrapping his arms around her and returning her kiss with equal enthusiasm. After a few moments of passionate kissing, Trunks pulled away from her and looked at her. "Did you think I just came over here for sex?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

Miyuki nodded her head and started licking his earlobe.

"Okay, then. I just wanted to get that straight," he said pulling her down and rolling her over so that he was on top. Just as they began kissing and removing clothing, Trunks stopped her again. "Before we go any further, I have to ask you something."

Miyuki had a look of frustration on her face. "You talk way too much," she said as she continued undressing him and herself.

"Really, I am being serious now," he said trying not to smile. "I have to ask you if I need to…protect myself from--"

Miyuki cut him off. "I know what you are getting at, and no, you don't have to worry, I am on the pill! Now shut up!" she uttered and covered his mouth with her own.

Their lovemaking lasted much longer this time as they explored each other's bodies with their hands and their tongues. Neither thought it possible for it to feel any more breathtaking than the previous evening, but this time together surpassed it for both of them.

They lay on the bed together in silence, enjoying the after-glow sensation in their bodies. Miyuki was the first to stir, rising from the bed to go into the other room to get her pack of cigarettes. She returned, lit one and climbed back in bed, sitting up against the headboard. Trunks rolled to face her and rested his head on his hand. After a few drags, she looked at him and asked, "Why were you here waiting for me?"

The relaxed smile on Trunks' face disappeared. He wasn't sure how honest he should be with her, but he didn't want to keep anything from her either. "I was disappointed when you said you were too busy to see me," he finally said.

"Aren't you going to ask me where I was?" she asked.

"Only if you want to tell me," he replied.

Miyuki pondered what her answer would be. She had never had a reason to be less than truthful with him, but since they were now lovers, their relationship had reached a new level. She flicked some ashes into her ashtray and took a long drag on her cigarette before answering him. "What I am about to tell you, must not go past this room. If I find out you repeated it to anyone, I will never forgive you," she said with grave sincerity.

"I promise," avowed Trunks.

Miyuki took a deep breath and began her story, "When I was in college, it was hard for me to keep up with my classes, work and juggle everything all at once, so I started using drugs to stay awake. Well, even before that, I drank pretty heavily, but it wasn't until I started using drugs that my downward spiral really got worse." She stopped and looked at Trunks. He appeared to be listening intently to what she was saying, so she continued. "I did a lot of things that I am ashamed of during that time in my life, Trunks. I kept promising myself that once I got through my next exam, I would stop using, but then another exam would come up, and I kept putting off quitting. Sayuri was my using buddy. The two of us shared an apartment in a different part of town. People were at our place all the time buying and selling and anything else you could imagine. I also had a string of abusive relationships during this time, based solely on what I could get from the guy for sex. I really hated myself. I wanted to die." Miyuki paused again remembering the pain that she felt that time in her life.

"I'm sorry," uttered Trunks.

She looked over at him for a second or two and continued with her story. "Anyway, one night when I was really messed up, my boyfriend at the time decided to use my face as a punching bag. I ended up in the hospital and one of the doctors told me if I didn't stop what I was doing I was going to die. Of course, I didn't care because I wanted to die. While I was in the hospital, Sayuri moved out of our apartment to this place. She also started going to spiritual meetings. I hated her for leaving me," Miyuki paused and lit another cigarette. The memories of that time in her life were one of the main reasons she smoked. "So, I was about to get evicted from our old apartment because I hadn't paid the rent since she left, and she said I could come and stay with her if I cleaned up. She made me go to meetings with her, but I only did it to have a place to stay. Surprisingly, I felt good after my first meeting. By then, I had already dropped all my classes for that quarter because I knew I was failing them, so with all the free time on my hands, I went to meetings, sometimes three a day. I learned that most of the people there had done a lot of terrible things, many of them similar to what I had done, and some had done much worse, but they all accepted me and loved me for exactly who I was," Gulping, Miyuki could feel tears forming in her eyes. She took a quick puff of her cigarette, waiting for the emotion to pass. "I haven't used since then. After a lot of emotional and physical pain, I got my shit together and got back on track. I was close to getting fired from Capsule Corp. too, but managed to get back on track where that was concerned. I got this apartment across from Sayuri when it opened up and here I am.

"If you want to run away now, feel free," she said as a sad chuckle came out of her mouth.

Trunks put his hand on her cheek and turned her head to face him. "I told you that no matter what, my feelings for you would never change. You can't get rid of me."

Miyuki stubbed out her cigarette and slid down on the bed so that they were facing each other. "You mean I am stuck with you?" she whispered.

He nodded and leaned forward to kiss her brow. His lips lingered there for a few seconds as he summoned the courage to confess what he had done. "I have something to tell you, too," he said as he pulled back to face her.

"Okay, spit it out," she retorted as she poked him in the chest.

"I followed you to your meeting tonight."

"What?" Miyuki was astonished. "Why did you do that?"

"I don't know. I felt like you were keeping something from me, and I guess I was afraid or jealous or…I don't know. I am so sorry." Trunks was so ashamed of his earlier actions now that he knew his suspicions were unfounded. He looked at her with a small grin. "Are you going to punish me again?"

She smiled her biggest smile and playfully smacked him across the shoulder. Then her expression turned serious again. "When you asked me yesterday about it being my first time, in a way it truly was. I haven't been with anyone since I got clean. So, you see, it really it was my first time sober, and it was much more enjoyable with you."

As Trunks held her tightly, Miyuki felt such a huge sense of relief that she had told him her story. She had nothing to hide from him now on and it felt so good.

Author's note: This was a really serious chapter after the last one. I hope I wasn't too over the top. I wanted to make Miyuki and addict because I wanted to write about someone who overcame an addiction. Some people very close to me are addicts in recovery and I myself attend Al-Anon meetings on a regular basis. Al-Anon saved my life!

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