Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Trunks ❯ This is good-bye ( Chapter 14 )

Chapter 14

After Miyuki made them each a cup of tea, they walked back to the bedroom and sat down on the mattress. The two of them made small talk for a while, but soon Miyuki could feel exhaustion taking over her body. She had been up all night and she was struggling to stay awake and listen to what Trunks was saying, not wanting to waste a single second of their precious last few days together. Unable to keep her eyes open anymore, she drifted off to sleep, her head resting on his shoulder.

Looking down at her and seeing her sacked out, Trunks gently pried the emptied cup from her hand and set it on the floor. He gently laid her down and settled in next to her watching her sleep, until he drifted off himself.

A couple hours passed and Trunks was abruptly disturbed from slumber by the sound of his cell phone. Carefully he tiptoed out of the bedroom to answer its summons.

"Hi, honey. It's Mom. Is everything okay?" asked Bulma, concern in her tone.

"Yeah. Miyuki is sleeping. I was asleep too, `til you called," yawned Trunks.

"Sorry! I just wanted to know if you needed anything."

Trunks breathed a heavy sigh. "I don't need anything."

"Well, call me if you do," replied Bulma, unsure of what to do next. She wanted to know what had transpired between Miyuki and Vegeta, but was not sure this was a good time to ask.

"Mom, was father angry when he got home?" asked Trunks.

"He was…disturbed." Bulma took in a breath and bit her lip. "Trunks, you know your father loves you don't you?"

Trunks opened his eyes wide. He had never actually heard those words from his father, but had assumed Vegeta loved him in a way that only Vegeta could. "I guess so. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's not important. Call me if you need anything. I won't expect you for dinner."

"Thanks, Mom. Oh, and Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"I love you." Trunks never made it a practice to tell his mom that he loved her since he became a teenager, but at that moment he really wanted her to know it.

"I love you, too," replied Bulma with tears forming in her eyes.

They hung up their phones and Trunks made his way back into the bedroom. Miyuki was sitting up in bed attempting to wake up from slumber. She saw him return to the bedroom and smiled. "Hi. How long have I been sleeping?"

"A couple hours. Was I boring you that much?" suggested Trunks with a smirk on his face.

"Well, if you must know…" Miyuki did not finish her sentence and just grinned back at him.

Walking over to the mattress, Trunks plopped down next to her and pulled her close to him. She rested her head against his chest and gently stroked the fabric of his shirt. "What happens now? Do we start fighting again?"

Trunks rested his chin on top of her head and smoothed out the hair on her back. "We've wasted too much time being angry at each other," uttered Trunks. "Do you feel like eating? I am famished."

"That would be okay, I guess," she said half-heartedly, as eating was not at the top of her list of things to do at that moment. "I really ought to go to a meeting."

"Oh," replied Trunks. "Why don't you do that, and I will get us something to eat while you are gone?"

"Sounds good to me," yawned Miyuki. She stretched out some of the kinks in her back from sleeping on only a mattress, and they both stood up. Miyuki phoned Sayuri and made arrangements to meet her at a nearby meeting.

While Miyuki was gone, Trunks picked them up dinner along with some flowers and candles for a little mood enhancement. As he got everything together for her return, he decided that he wanted to enjoy their last few days together. It was too exhausting and frustrating for him to stay angry at her and it would make their eventual parting that much more painful for both of them.

Upon her return, Miyuki was pleasantly surprised at what she found. He had found an unpacked blanket and had opened it up in the middle of the living room floor. On it he arranged the take-out food, placed the lit candles in the middle, and scattered the flowers all around. Giggling delightedly, she slinked over to Trunks and playfully kissed him. They pulled away from each other and he led her to the dinner spread. "This is like a picnic," commented Miyuki as they sat on the floor. He dished out her food on a paper plate and handed it to her. She took the plate and seductively smiled at him as she began to eat. He made himself a plate, then lay down on his side, and dug in.

After taking a few bites, Miyuki turned to Trunks. "I have to ask you something," she stated in a serious tone.

He stopped stuffing his face and looked back at her. "You talk too much," he said with a smirk.

She made an annoyed face and flicked a vegetable at him, which he easily caught in his mouth. "I really do have something I have to ask you. What did I say to your father?"

Trunks swallowed the food in his mouth and his face tuned somber. "I couldn't hear you very well."

"Oh come on!" mocked Miyuki. "Don't you Saiyans have super-powered hearing or something?"

"Um…no. Heightened hearing is not one of my `super powers.'"

"Well, I know you must've heard some of it. I can only remember bits and pieces. Was I really that mean to him?"

Trunks looked down at his food. He didn't want to tell her that he had heard most every word, preferring to act naïve. "Really, I didn't hear that much."

"Okay, fine!" Her eyes became slits as she glared at him. "What I really want to know is if I need to apologize to him for what I said? I don't want him to hate me."

Trunks looked up at her. "I guess an apology would be a good thing," he said softly.

"HA! So you did hear the conversation!"

"Not all of it…well, most of it…"

"I knew it!" She declared, before putting her plate down and tackled him. "'Fess up! What did I say?" Miyuki quickly pinned his arms down and straddled him.

Trunks laughed, knowing he could easily overpower her, but really didn't want to. "Please don't hurt me. Please," he pleaded while still chuckling.

"I seem to remember that you are ticklish," she said, leaning over him as her mouth formed a devious smile.

"No! Not that! Anything but that!" They rolled around on the floor as Miyuki continued to try to tickle him and Trunks only half-attempted to get away from her. He rolled on top of her and pinned her arms to the floor with his hands. "Now, what are you going to do?"

Smiling seductively at him, she picked her head up and traced his lips with her tongue. Trunks let go of her arms and crushed his lips against hers. She pulled his head away and looked into his eyes. "You are such a sucker for that move."

The corner of Trunks lips curled into a Vegeta-like smirk. He leaned down to her ear and whispered into her ear. "Push me away."

His breath against her ear sent impulses through her body, such that there was no possible way she could push him away. He gently kissed the nape of her neck and then using his tongue he softly brushed against the skin under her chin. Miyuki took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the man so close to her. She lifted her knees and softly stroked his legs with her feet before wrapping her legs around him. Trunks moved his kisses down to the skin that was exposed at the top of her shirt and then slid his hand beneath the bottom of her shirt. As he stroked the skin of her stomach, she moaned at the intense pleasure his touch gave her.

Suddenly, Trunks stood up. Miyuki opened her eyes and looked at him with a shocked expression. "What's wrong?" she asked, hoping he wasn't upset by what had just happened. She could hardly catch her breath as she spoke the words.

Trunks smiled at her deviously. He took of his shirt and threw it at her. Then Miyuki felt a gust of wind around her. She blinked and looked about the room, to discover that he had disappeared. "What the hell!" she shouted, completely confused by what had just happened. Surely he wasn't angry.

Miyuki got her answer when she heard laughter coming from the bedroom. "I'm in here," he called out.

Making a disgusted noise, Miyuki pushed herself into a standing position and walked into the bedroom. Trunks was waiting for her kneeling on the mattress wearing nothing but his "briefs." With his index finger, he motioned for her to come over to him.

Smiling, she slowly walked towards him, removing her shirt and unzipped her shorts on the way. As they fell to the floor, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor as well. She stepped onto the mattress and stood above him. He looked up at her face and then down to her stomach. He gently glided his tongue around her navel while easing her panties off her hips and tossing them aside. Softly moaning, Miyuki entwined her fingers in his lavender hair and tilted her head back. Nothing mattered at that moment in time but the two of them, together. They spent the next several hours re-discovering each other, riding one wave of pleasure after another.

After the two of them had been completely satisfied, Miyuki and Trunks lay next to each other. Miyuki felt an overwhelming rush of emotions envelop her and tears started streaming down her face. She sat up and turned her back to him, not wanting him so see what was happening to her. She quickly tried to wipe her eyes so that he wouldn't notice, but he already had. He sat up next to her and turned her head around to face him. "What's wrong, Miyuki?" asked a worried Trunks as he touched her wet cheek with a fingertip. "Did I hurt you or something?"

"No…not at all. That was so wonderful. I am just so happy," she blurted. "I am just overly emotional right now with all that has happened to me in the last 24 hours. I'm sorry to be such a flake."

Trunks pulled her to him and held her while she tried to calm herself down. Trunks didn't know what to say to her, so he just held her.

Look at me, my depth perception must be off again

You got much closer than I thought you did

I'm in your reach

You held me in your head

Would you find it in your heart

To make this go away

And let me rest in pieces

Rest in Pieces Saliva

The days passed quickly as the time for Miyuki to go the airport approached. Bulma had arranged for her to be picked up by the company limousine and that everyone in the family would go to the airport with her. When the limo arrived, Miyuki said good-bye to her best friend, Sayuri, and to her apartment. As she hugged her best friend for the last time, she began to feel apprehensive about leaving the comfort of what she had known for so many years. "I'll come back and visit all the time. Whenever you want to see me, I will just fly you over, okay?"

Sayuri smiled and continued to hug her friend, knowing in her heart that their relationship would never be the same. "You take care of yourself and call me if you need me."

Miyuki slowly pulled away from their embrace. Tears were streaming down both of their faces as they said their last farewells.

On the ride to the airport, everyone was silent while Trunks held Miyuki the entire way there.

When they arrived, Miyuki felt like she was on autopilot as she handed over her luggage to the sky-cap. She took a deep breath before turning to face the Briefs family one last time. "Well, I guess this is it." Before he could react, she walked straight up to Vegeta and gave him a hug. A wide-eyed and quite bewildered Vegeta, looked at his mate for direction on how to handle this unexpected display of affection. Bulma moved her arms in a circle, mimicking a hug to an invisible person. Vegeta, following her lead placed his hands on Miyuki's back, not sure what else to do. As she pulled away she whispered, "Thank you for everything," and then lightly kissed the Saiyan prince on the cheek. Vegeta rubbed the spot on his cheek where she had kissed him and smirked.

Miyuki then turned toward Bulma and gave her a hug. Tears were forming in both women's eyes as they clung to each other one last time. "Thank you so much for giving me this chance. I won't disappoint you, I promise."

They released their hug at the same time and Bulma looked into her eyes. "I know you won't. Now go before I change my mind."

Miyuki bent down and hugged Bra, but the little girl began to make a scene in the middle of the gate, crying and begging her not to go.

At last it was time for Miyuki to say good-bye to Trunks. "Let's leave them alone," said Bulma as she ushered Vegeta and a sobbing Bra away from the pair.

A lone tear fell down Miyuki's cheek as she gazed into the eyes of the man she loved. In her heart, she hoped that some day they would meet again and that as he became a man, he wouldn't forget what they had shared. "I love you," she said.

A tear fell down Trunks' face after she said those words. "I love you, too," he replied softly. "I know you think that I am going to change when I go to college, but nothing will ever change the way I feel about you. I am a better man because of you."

Miyuki managed to smile as she struggled to gaze upon his face one more time through the shimmer of tears that were now freely flowing down her face. "This isn't good-bye forever. Someday we will be working together again. Won't we?"

A sad grin struggled to form on Trunks' face as he pulled her close to him. "Yeah, I'm sure that we will see each other again."

Miyuki held him for a short time until they were interrupted by one of the flight attendants. "Miss He, we are ready to depart whenever you are," he said and walked away from the embracing pair towards the plane.

"This is it," she said.

"Yeah, this is it," replied Trunks. He wiped a few tears from her face and kissed her deeply one last time before they both reluctantly broke apart from each other. She turned and walked down the jet-way corridor, not once looking back. He stared at her receding figure until she was completely out of sight and the gate agent pulled the door shut.

He stood this way for several moments, frozen on the spot. Bulma came up behind him and put a caring hand on his unmoving shoulder. Then she gently hooked her arm in his to lead him back to the car. Vegeta was waiting by the limo with Bra hugging his leg, still sobbing. Leaning against the vehicle with his arms crossed, he watched as his mate and son approached. The pain he saw on Trunks' face made a knot form in his own stomach. "You really loved that girl didn't you?" asked Vegeta of his first-born.

His father's words were too much to bear. Trunks shoulders shook uncontrollably as he broke down and started crying. Vegeta pulled his son to him and the two of them stood there while Trunks released all his pain, sorrow, and anger. Bulma reached up and rubbed her son's broad back as he sobbed in his father's arms. This was one of those times when he needed his father and Vegeta was happy that he could finally be there for him.

All during the silent ride home, Bra sat on her big brother's lap with her little arms wrapped around his neck. She hated to see Trunks cry and believed, in her childish way, that she could make his sadness go away if she just held him tightly enough. Sitting across from them, Bulma kept looking at her two children. Unlike Bra, she knew that Trunks would again seek the natural release that only crying could bring, for holding in the pain would only make him sick.

A dry-eyed Trunks, numbly stared out the side window at the scenery whizzing by. He couldn't say for certain what the future held in store for him. But without Miyuki, he could only foresee the coming years as ones filled with loneliness; that was the only thing of which he was sure.

Author's note: So, this is the end of the story, or is it????? What would happen if the pair met up again in 7 years after Trunks takes over as president of Capsule Corp.? Would you like to know? If so, review and let me know.