Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Somewhere Only We Know: Sequel to Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

 

Warning: This chapter contains lemons. Read at your own risk.

 

Somewhere Only We Know

Song by Keane

I came across a fallen tree

I felt the branches of it looking at me

Is this the place we used to love

Is this the place that I've been dreaming of

Oh simple thing where have you gone

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me when you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

 

Arriving at the restaurant, Sayuri and Miyuki found Miya sitting on a bench in the lobby. The older woman's face lit up as the two friends entered the room. She rose from her seat and moved toward them. Impulsively, Miya reached out and wrapped her arms around her only daughter, but Miyuki stood stiffly, not exactly sure about returning the hug. Sensing the discomfort in her posture, Miya quickly pulled away from her and smiled.

 

Miyuki cleared her throat. “Hello, Miya. I would like to introduce you to my friend Sayuri,” she said, stepping a little to the side and motioning toward Sayuri, who held out her hand in greeting. Miya reached out and warmly grasped the offered hand with both of hers.

 

“It's a pleasure to meet you. Miyuki wasn't kidding when she said the two of you look alike. The resemblance you two share is truly uncanny,” remarked a wide-eyed Sayuri.

 

“It is a pleasure to meet you, too,” responded Miya with a smile and a nod. “Since I was the first to arrive, I put my name on the waiting list so that we might be seated more quickly.” She turned, gazing again upon her beautiful daughter, and asked, “How was your day, Miyuki?”

 

Miyuki took a deep breath. “Hectic, but, in the end, I accomplished what I wanted to do. As of today, I no longer work for Capsule Corp. Thank goodness I switched to a new cell phone number. Once word of my resignation gets out to the press, you can bet that my old one will be ringing like crazy!”

 

A few minutes later, the maitre d' walked up to the group of ladies and escorted them to their table. Miyuki took a seat between her friend and her mother, leaving the seat across from her empty. Once they were all situated, she gave herself a mental hand smack for not returning her mother's hug. Although she was now aware of all of the regretful circumstances surrounding Miya's leaving her when she was little, this relationship was still all so new to her. This woman sitting here at the table with her, with her face, was her mother—the woman who gave her life.

 

While the waiter took their drink orders, Miyuki only half-listened to the two ladies' conversation. Her thoughts were far away from where she was sitting. She could almost swear that she could feel him thinking about her and she couldn't help but wonder how things were going.

 

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Trunks made the announcement of Miyuki's resignation without incident. Bulma stood behind him and didn't flinch when most of the executives gasped in surprise and horror. Somehow the press had gotten wind of the emergency meeting and had gathered on the steps of the building. Wisely, Bulma allowed just a few of her favorite reporters and photographers to attend the meeting to pass the news on to the public. On the inside, Trunks was a nervous wreck in front of the camera, he once he put on his best business face and his most persuasive smile, he had everyone in the room eating out of his hand. All the while he silently recited, “I am a warrior,” over and over in his head.

 

To the puzzlement of those in attendance, Trunks closed the meeting without naming a replacement for Miyuki. He decided to take his mother's advice and let the smoke clear before making that decision. Waving off questions from board members and reporters, he briskly left the room after his announcement with Bulma and Ms. Cho close on his heels. When he arrived in his office, he collapsed in his chair and let his hands fall to his sides. Vegeta was perched on his desk and raised an eyebrow at his firstborn. “Well?” asked the Saiyan prince. “Were you a warrior?”

 

Trunks raised his head and grinned at his father. “ Your damn right I was a warrior!”

 

An elated Bulma and an equally excited Ms. Cho gave each other a high five. Then Bulma made her way around the desk, leaned down and hugged her son tightly around the neck. “I'm so proud of you!” she whispered, and a tear fell down her cheek.

 

“Mom!” Trunks rolled his eyes, obviously embarrassed.

 

Bulma couldn't help it. No matter how big he was Trunks was still her little boy. Vegeta snorted and rolled his eyes at his mate's display of emotion. “We are going home now,” he announced to his mate.

 

“But—“

 

“Right now,” stated Vegeta with utmost certainty. Bulma looked at her mate and realized that arguing was useless. Vegeta walked toward the window and motioned for Bulma to follow him. He easily swept her up in his arms and the two of them exited into the night sky.

 

Trunks looked at his secretary. “Thank you for everything, Akemi. Please, go home to your family, and come in as late as you want tomorrow.”

 

“I'll be here on time, Mr. Briefs…I mean Trunks.” She smiled a farewell before exiting the office.

 

Now his office was finally empty and he was alone. Instead of being at peace, his thoughts were centered on Miyuki, who had occupied his mind since her arrival at his office that morning. He had to find her and finish what they had started earlier in her hotel room. He ached to have her. What he felt was unlike anything he had ever felt before for any other woman. It was such a need that he thought he might die if he didn't have her that very evening.

 

He got up from his chair and faced the opened window, which looked over the darkened corporate compound. Turning his head in the direction of Satan City Suites, he launched himself into the air and headed for Miyuki's hotel.

 

Upon arriving, he strode through the lobby toward the elevator, only to be hailed by the same clerk, Mari, who had given him Miyuki's room number earlier that day. “Mr. Briefs?” The last thing he wanted was another woman trying to get his attention, so Trunks pretended that he didn't hear her speaking to him. Despite his pretense, she appeared by his side before the elevator doors opened. “Mr. Briefs, if you are here to see Miss He, she checked out earlier today.”

 

The angry look Trunks gave Mari made her step back, afraid of what he might do to her. He took a deep breath to compose himself and asked slowly, “Do you know where she went?”

 

“I-I'll try and find out for you, Mr. Briefs.” Mari scurried over to the front desk and clicked on her keyboard to find forwarding information. Trunks followed and leaned his elbow against the desk to steady himself. Why would she check out and not tell him? After a few minutes, Mari frowned at the display, bit her lip and timidly looked up at Trunks. “I'm so sorry, Mr. Briefs, but she didn't leave a forwarding address.”

 

Trunks growled and pounded his fist into the desk, leaving a large, chipped dent. Just as Mari jumped back from the abrupt sound, something came to her. “Mr. Briefs! I just remembered that Miss He called down for a cab right before she checked out. If you will give me another minute or two, I can check with the taxi company's dispatcher and see where she was dropped off.” As he watched her make the pone call, Trunks forced his nerves to calm down. Mari held the receiver to her ear, listened and nodded a couple of time, before quickly writing down an address on one of the hotel stationary pads. After hanging up, she handed the folded piece of paper to Trunks with a smile. He held the paper and breathed a little easier. “Thank you, Mari,” he said, and turned away from her.

 

This time, Mari didn't swoon. Judging from the look on his face, she figured that whoever this woman was, she was a very important part of his life. “She is so lucky,” Mari sighed longingly as she watched him depart.

 

With the address in his hand, Trunks again took flight and easily found the house where Miyuki had been dropped off. He walked up to the front door of the modest single home and firmly knocked. The door was eventually opened by and older man, holding a baby in his arms and giving Trunks an amused look. Neither of them offered a greeting, so they stood looking at each other for several minutes, which only agitated Trunks all the more. If the other man hadn't been holding the child in his arms, Trunks may have killed the man on the spot. Instead, in his most intimidating “Vegeta” tone, Trunks demanded, “Is Miyuki here?”

 

Nori smirked, knowing what the lavender-haired man was thinking. “Nope,” he responded cheerily.

 

Trunks could feel his hands tensing up into fists as he responded sarcastically, “Can you tell me where she is or when she will be back?”

 

“Well, I would really like to help you out,” Nori said, giving Trunks an “aw shucks” expression, “but I was given explicit instructions by my wife, that under no circumstances was I to tell a certain lavender-haired man where she and her friend were going to be. Of course, if the name of the restaurant was written on a piece of paper on my table over there,” he added, making a short motion with his head towards the foyer, “and you just happened to see it, there wouldn't be anything I could do about that, now would there?” Nori grinned, pushing open the door wider for Trunks to come in.

 

Taken aback for a moment, Trunks raised a puzzled eyebrow at the man. The younger man then walked past him into the foyer of the house and headed toward the table. Sure enough there was a piece of paper with the name, address, and phone number of a restaurant clearly written on it. Trunks glanced down at the paper, and then back at the man with the baby who was cooing and slobbering as she sucked on her pacifier. “Tell me, who the hell are you and why is Miyuki staying here with you?”

 

“I am Nori, Sayuri's husband, and this is our daughter Hana. And you, I presume, are Trunks Briefs.” Nori extended his hand for a friendly handshake. “I have seen your picture many times.”

 

Relief spread over Trunks face when he put the pieces together. Trunks took Nori's hand and returned the handshake. “Thanks. I won't say a word about seeing the piece of paper.”

 

“I'll be sleeping on the couch if you do,” replied Nori with a chuckle.

 

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“So, you are really going to open a photography studio?” asked Sayuri of her friend.

 

“Yes, I am. I probably won't make any money doing it, but I have all the money I will ever need. I just want to do something I enjoy for a while,” replied Miyuki. Photography had always been a secret passion of hers, and now that was what she wanted to do.

 

As Miya listened in on her companions' conversation, she was struck by an idea. “Miyuki,” she ventured, “I was downtown during my lunch hour today and I remember walking past a couple of buildings that had `For Sale' signs in their windows. If studio space is what you have in mind, I think one of them might be what you are looking for.”

 

“Can you show it to me tomorrow?”

 

“Well, I am scheduled to work until 3:00, but we can check it out when I get off, or I could give you the address and you could go look yourself.”

 

“I can go with you, if you want company,” offered Sayuri.

 

Miyuki smiled fondly at the two ladies sitting on either side of her. Both of them were so concerned with her well being; both doing their best to keep her busy and motivated. Truth was all she really wanted to do was sleep for about four days straight and then start seriously looking for a potential studio. “Sounds good,”

 

The three women were oblivious to their surroundings as they continued laughing and talking. Miyuki had managed to relax as the evening progressed, and found herself enjoying the company immensely. The ladies were almost done eating, when a noticeable hush fell over the dining room. Miyuki had her back to the main entrance of the dining room and did not see the man approaching their table.

 

Trunks strolled into the dining room and immediately caught sight of Miyuki's mother. There was no mistaking who she was. He was making his way to their table when Sayuri turned slightly and saw him. “Uh, oh,” escaped her lips.

 

Miya caught the direction of Sayuri's gaze and watched as the Capsule Corp. CEO approached them. “Oh, dear,” she said with a soft gasp. The smile on Miyuki's face quickly faded when she heard her mother's low exclamation.

 

Miyuki kept looking down at the table but did not turn around. She could feel his eyes upon her, coming ever closer. Trunks was completely oblivious to everything around him, except for the female he was seeking. Upon reaching the table he stood just close enough to invade Miyuki's personal space without actually touching her. “Ladies,” he said, flashing a smile to her companions.

 

Sayuri had a sour look on her face, plotting what she was going to do to her husband once she got home. Miya smiled at the handsome young man and held her hand out to him. “You must Trunks,” she said.

 

Trunks took her hand and kissed it. “And you must be Miyuki's mother. It is obvious where Miyuki gets her beauty.”

 

Miya put her hand over her mouth and a giggle escaped. He certainly was charming, she thought, and very good-looking.

 

Trunks returned to the spot behind Miyuki and placed his warm hands on her shoulders. “You and I need to talk,” he said softly, his lips to her ear. “ I believe we have some unfinished business.”

 

Miyuki continued to force herself not to look at him, but the second he whispered those words in her ear, she thought she might have an orgasm right there at the table. “I am not done with my dinner.”

 

Trunks looked down at her empty plate. “There is nothing on your plate,” he remarked.

 

“I haven't had dessert yet,” she insisted as she faced Sayuri, pleading with her eyes for help.

 

“Why don't you join us for dessert?” offered Miya. Motioning to the chair beside her, she added, “We have an empty seat here.”

 

Miyuki almost kicked her mother under the table, but decided against it. Trunks walked around the table and Miyuki could not avoid meeting his eyes anymore. His eyes were the deepest shade of blue that she could ever remember seeing. “Dessert does sound good,” he said, flashing another white smile at her mother.

 

There was no possible way Miyuki could sit at this table with Miya and Trunks. “On second thought,” blurted Miyuki, “I am pretty full. If you would like to step outside, we could have that talk now.”

 

Trunks smirked at her and she could have sworn his eyes became an even darker blue. “I'll make sure she gets home,” he said to Sayuri and Miya, before winking at both of them. Miyuki stood, and Trunks walked over to her and escorted her outside the restaurant.

 

When they got outside, she turned on her heels and faced him. “Why can't you just leave me alone?” she said with desperation. “I just need some time to get my head together. I thought we could talk in a couple days, not this soon.”

 

Trunks was breathing heavy. He had never wanted anyone this much. This had to be the Saiyan in him because it was as if he was operating beyond reason. Her scent was intoxicating him and having her was all he could think about. Before she could protest, he picked her up and took flight.

 

“What are you doing?” she screamed. “You can't just kidnap me!”

 

Yes, I can, he thought. And that is exactly what I am going to do.

 

Miyuki didn't need to see his lips move; she knew exactly what he was thinking. And, knowing how much stronger he was than she, kicking and screaming on her part would be fruitless. Rather than fight with him, she relaxed and enjoyed the scenery, figuring he was taking her back to his office or his apartment, but the landscape changed the longer they stayed in the air. A feeling of uneasiness overtook her when she came to the realization that they had traveled far beyond the city and were flying above the mountains surrounding Satan City.

 

Trunks landed in a valley between two of the largest mountains where he gently set her down on the dark ground. She watched him take a capsule out of his inside pocket, depress the plunger, and toss it a few feet away. The smoke disappeared, revealing a camping tent. He walked over to the makeshift structure, opened the flap, and motioned for her to enter. She froze for a second, looked around, then quickly turned and started to run. Before she got too far, Trunks materialized in front of her and she ran right into him. “You won't get far in those heels,” he said mockingly, crossing his arms and smirking.

 

Miyuki turned toward the tent and then back to face Trunks. She removed one of her shoes and threw that at him. Chuckling, he easily caught the shoe and waited for her to throw the other one. In frustration, she took off her other shoe and slammed it to the ground, then folded her arms over her chest and shivered.

 

Trunks began to take off his jacket, but Miyuki took a step away from him. The uncertainty he saw in her eyes made him briefly snap out of his Saiyan trance. He suddenly realized his irrational behavior was only frightening her. He continued to take off his jacket and then held it out to her. She snatched it from his hand and draped it around her shoulders. Without a word, he picked up her other shoe, walked passed her, and entered the dwelling. When he got inside he flopped down on the floor and sat trying to collect his thoughts. Outside, Miyuki stood and stared at the tent's entrance, dumbfounded at his actions.

 

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Back at the restaurant, Sayuri motioned for the waiter to come to their table. “We would like our check now, please,” she said.

 

“Oh, Mr. Briefs already took care of your dinner bill. Would either of you ladies care to order dessert?” he asked.

 

Sayuri and Miya looked at each other wide-eyed, then back to the waiter. “Nothing for me,” Sayuri replied. “Would you like anything?” Miya shook her head.

 

The waiter thanked them and began to remove their plates.

 

“Should we wait for her to return?” Miya whispered her question as the waiter continued to buss the table.

 

“No,” replied Sayuri, “I don't think she will be back anytime soon.”

 

Miya shrugged her shoulders, and they both got up from the table and exited the dining room.

 

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Miyuki stood for a few minutes longer in her bare feet with the cold mountain wind blowing against her exposed skin, until she couldn't stand it any more. She slowly walked toward the tent and pulled back the flap to see Trunks sitting in the center of the floor. Overhead, there were two small lamps, which lit the interior with a soft glow. He had removed his tie, but had not removed anything else. She bit her bottom lip and entered the tent. She walked to the furthest corner from where he was sitting and kept her back to him.

 

Catching her scent as she walked by him, Trunks lifted his head and followed her movements with his eyes till she stopped. He picked himself up off the floor and moved towards her. Upon reaching her, he lightly put his hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her towards him. Taking one hand from her shoulder, he brushed her hair back from her neck, exposing one of her ears. He nuzzled her ear with his nose and tenderly ran his lips across her neck and down to her shoulder. With a small tug, his jacket slid off her shoulders and dropped to the floor. She didn't ask him to stop. His lips and gentle touch felt so good against her skin—skin that had not been touched by a man in a very long time. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, wanting more.

 

Trunks moved his hand to the back of her dress, and slowly unzipped, exposing her back to him. He eased the dress off her shoulders, and Miyuki complied by moving her arms out of the dress, letting it drop to the floor on top of his jacket. He then slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and unhooked it from her back. He reached underneath her arms and moved his hands to caress her tender breasts. Soft moans escaped her lips as she leaned back against him. Miyuki's eyes were half-closed with desire as she turned around to face him, her hands traveling up his sleeves, tracing the muscular arms under the smooth fabric. As she entwined her fingers in his hair, she looked into his deep blue eyes, and saw raw passion filling his features. There was no way she could turn back now. She wanted him, as much as he wanted her.

 

There was nothing more to be said between them. All that mattered at that moment was satisfying their innermost cravings for each other that had been denied for seven long years. Miyuki grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his face to hers, crushing her lips to his. His ran his hands down her back, wanting to feel every inch of her skin. With her hands still on his collar, she followed the fabric of his shirt down to the front closure. She pulled her lips away from his, undid the first button then kissed that part of his exposed chest. With each button she continued to undo, her lips moved down the muscles of his chest. Kneeling slightly, she reached the bottom of his shirt, unbuckled his belt and undid the top button of his slacks. She un-tucked the shirt from the loosened waistband and then stood up, easing his shirt off of his shoulders. She gazed upon the enormous muscular chest, much more muscular than it had been seven years before. He cupped her head in his hands, kissing her again as her hands continued unzipping his pants and inching them down his legs.

 

Trunks pulled away from her and held out his hand. Miyuki grasped it and he led her to the sleeping bag that lay on the floor. On her way to their bed, Miyuki used her free hand to shed her slip and Trunks stepped out of his shoes. He sat down and quickly removed his socks. Once he was finished doing that, Miyuki lay down next to him and continued to eagerly kiss his lips. Trunks returned her kisses, then moved his lips down her neck and until he reached her breast. He encircled her taut nipple with his mouth and traced it with his tongue causing Miyuki to moan with ecstasy.

 

After doing the same on the other breast, Trunks worked his way down to her belly button. He opened his eyes for a moment to gaze upon the tattoo, that was still there. He was disappointed that the navel ring was gone, but chalked it up to keeping up her corporate executive image. While kissing her navel, he eased her panties down her legs and tossed them off to the side. He rolled off her momentarily to remove his boxer shorts then rolled back on top of her. He lightly teased the hair around her most private area and then ran his fingers inside her thighs. He parted her legs so that he could run his fingers inside her heated thighs. Then with his most gentle touch, he teased the curly hair around her most private area for a few moments before his fingers parted the folds of her moistened labia. His tongue gently ran around her opening a few times and came to rest on her most sensitive area. With his fingers sliding inside her opening, he continued caressing her folds and her bud with his tongue.

 

Trembling from his attentions, Miyuki held onto his head, moving her hands through his hair. “Yes, yes,” she gasped repeatedly as he brought her to the edge of ecstasy. All at once she shouted his name. Trunks felt the rhythmic movements of her climax, he plunged himself deep inside her, feeling her orgasm surrounding his hardness.

 

Trunks smiled in pleasure as he let Miyuki catch her breath. He wanted nothing more than to please her over and over again. He relaxed his body on top of hers and began his rhythmic movements inside her. Very quickly, Miyuki became aroused again, so he rolled over and they continued their lovemaking with her on top. They switched positions a couple more times before Trunks finally had his orgasm.

 

Sweaty, exhausted, and completely satisfied, the pair lay on their backs staring up at the tented ceiling. Miyuki rolled toward the man at her side and rested her head in the nook of his shoulder. “You've learned a few things,” she said, with a silly grin on her face.

 

Trunks chuckled at her remark as he wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed the top of her head. Her hair smelled so good. Everything about her smelled so good. No matter how many women he had been with, it was only her that could bring out his most basic Saiyan lust. It felt good to be able to finally use his Saiyan senses to take it to the brink and push it fully over the edge.

 

After a few moments of silence, Miyuki sat up on her elbow and looked at the man with whom she had just had wild sex. “Why did you bring me here?” she asked. “You could have just taken me to your apartment.”

 

“I don't know, why, really. I have no idea why I did any of this except that I thought I would die if I didn't have you tonight.”

 

Miyuki smiled. “What happens now?”

 

“Marry me,” said Trunks, not missing a beat.

 

“Marry you?” shouted Miyuki. “I don't even like you!”

 

“Don't like me, huh? What about a few minutes ago when you were shouting my name?” said Trunks with a confident smirk.

 

Miyuki bit her bottom lip. “Oh, that? That was just a momentary lapse in judgment. I wasn't exactly thinking rationally at that point.” She poked him in the side.

 

“Ow, don't poke me!” he mock-protested, grabbing her hand and bringing it tightly into his chest. Yawning, Miyuki rested her cheek against his chest, and being so relaxed, quickly drifted off to sleep. Trunks let her rest for a little while, but he wasn't finished with her. He was ready for round two.