Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Somewhere Only We Know: Sequel to Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5

 

Somewhere Only We Know

Song by Keane

And if you have a minute why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go

Somewhere only we know

 

 

The warmth of the sun against her face drew Miyuki slowly from slumber. She willed her eyes to open and looked around, attempting to recall why she was where she was. A smile crossed her face when the previous evening's events came back to her.

 

After round one was over, and a few minutes of rest and relaxing occurred, round two began. Once that was done, Miyuki remembered sleeping for an hour or two before awaking to Trunks stroking the skin of her back. “You're snoring,” he softly whispered in her ear.

 

“I was not snoring! I don't snore!” she said as she rolled over to face him. She encircled her arms around his torso and gently ran her fingers up and down his spine.

 

“Well, I sure couldn't sleep with all that racket you've been making,” he replied with a smirk. “What do you suppose I should do about it?”

 

“If it's bothering you that much, you could always go sleep outside,” Miyuki whispered in his ear and then softly nuzzled his cheek.

 

Trunks pulled her closer and she could feel him getting hard again. “Not likely,” he replied and started kissing the nape of her neck.

 

So began round three…

 

Miyuki sat up and looked around the tent. She smelled the scent of fresh coffee brewing, but Trunks was nowhere to be found. “He better not have left me here!” As soon as she shouted it, he appeared at the opening to the tent with his cell phone attached to his ear, barking orders to somebody at Capsule Corp. He waved at her and blew her a kiss and then turned away from her as he continued talking.

 

Miyuki made a disappointed face when she realized he had gotten dressed and that there would be no round four. With a devious smile, she slinked over to where he was standing, quickly lifted his shirt and pressed her bare breasts against his back. His voice faltered slightly in mid-sentence and Miyuki heard him say, “Can I call you right back?” Trunks flipped his phone closed and turned to face her. “I have to get to work. Somebody,” he began, pointing a finger at her, “has caused a big upheaval at Capsule Corp. and now someone,” he added, pointing to himself, “has to do major damage control.”

 

Miyuki wasn't listening to him at all. She continued stroking the skin of his chest and then began softly kissing his chin and neck.

 

Trunks grabbed each of her forearms and nudged her backwards, holding her in front of him. “Wasn't it you who said you wanted me to run the company the way it should be run?”

 

Miyuki stuck her lower lip out in a big-child like pout. “I don't remember saying that,” she finally said smiling her most seductive smile. “How about a quickie, for the road?” and she winked at him.

 

“I could never have just a quickie with you. I am already an hour late,” Trunks replied as he ran his finger across her extended bottom lip. “But, I'll make you a counter-offer.” He retrieved something from his pants pocket and placed it into her opened palm. Here is the key to my place. Be there at 6:00 when I get home and then the two of us can have a `longie'.”

 

She took a deep breath, and walked back over to the spot where they had slept. Trunks picked up her underwear and handed them to her as she sat down on the sleeping bag. She snatched them from his hands and sat there, looking pleadingly at him. “Just a quickie, please? I have a lot of lost time and pent-up sexual frustration to make up for.”

 

“Tonight, I promise.” Trunks took a deep breath of his own and reluctantly walked away from her. He flipped open his phone again and put it up to his ear, then glanced her way, but she hadn't moved. As he connected to the person on the other end of the line, he made a rolling motion with his hands, hoping to get Miyuki moving. She responded by sticking out her tongue at him and pulling on her underwear. Instead of hurrying, she seductively strolled over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup, then turned towards Trunks, sipping her coffee and licking her lips. Still taking her time, she leaned over to pick up her dress and the rest of her garments as Trunks continued talking on the phone. He was trying his best to ignore her as she got dressed, but couldn't keep his eyes off her. He felt like the luckiest guy on the planet to have spent the night with the only woman he ever loved.

 

After Trunks finished his call and hung up, he folded his arms and watched as she put on her shoes. “Took you long enough!” he said with a smirk.

 

“I don't move very fast in the morning.”

 

“That much hasn't changed,” said Trunks, grinning. He walked toward the opening of the tent and motioned for her to follow. She obliged and followed him out of the tent, coffee in hand. Once they left the confines of their little private love nest, Trunks capsulized the tent and tucked it away in his jacket pocket. He reached for Miyuki and pulled her to him, cupping her face in his hands. Gazing deeply into her eyes he said, “You will marry me.”

 

Miyuki smiled. She hated to admit that, in all the time they were apart, there had never been a man who could fill the void left in her heart. Seven years ago, he was on the brink of adulthood, but now he was a man. She leaned in and kissed him, but did not answer one way or the other to his “proposal”. Trunks motioned for her to jump on his back and they flew off to rejoin the hustle and bustle of everyday human existence.

 

+++

 

After the world's fastest shower and change of clothes, Trunks decided to bypass Capsule Corp.'s main entrance in favor of flying directly to his office. Ms. Cho jumped when he appeared at his door from out of nowhere. “What's happening, Akemi?” he asked as he scooped up his laptop on the way to his desk, checking the display to see what meetings he had missed that morning and what his day held.

 

Ms. Cho jumped out of her chair and followed her employer into his office. “Well, the big news is on the front of the society page,” she announced as she handed Trunks the paper.

 

Trunks took the paper and flipped it open to the society section. Right under the headline, which read “Cap Corp. Exec Quits Under Mysterious Circumstances”, was a color picture of him and Miyuki standing and talking in front of the restaurant they had been at the night before. Trunks rolled his eyes and threw the paper down. “Don't they ever get tired of following me around?” he asked to Ms. Cho.

 

Not having and answer for him, Ms. Cho could only shrug her shoulders. “I just thought you should know what they are saying about the incident. You may want to make a statement to the press later today, to further clarify the reason for her departure and to kill the rumor mill.”

 

“I'll think about it. Trunks took his seat behind his desk and looked at a stack of newly opened correspondence and emails. “What I really need to do first is to look over these resumes for Miyuki's vacant position.” His secretary nodded and left him alone so that he could pour over the resumes without interruption. After only a few minutes of quiet, he suddenly heard a ruckus outside his office door.

 

Ms. Cho paged him on his office phone. “Mr. Briefs, there is a woman here to see you.”

 

Trunks raised an eyebrow. The day before the woman had been Miyuki. “Who is it?” he asked.

 

But before his secretary could answer, the woman in question burst into his office. “What the hell is this all about?” screamed the woman as she stomped closer to Trunks' desk.

 

“Sachi, what a pleasant surprise.” It was none other than Sachi Burondo, Trunks latest super model “girlfriend”, as she liked to call herself. However, to Trunks, she had never been more than a temporary distraction from the one woman he truly wanted to be with.

 

“Who is this slut?” demanded Sachi as she held out the society page and shook it in Trunks face. “And where were you last night? You were supposed to call me.”

 

In Sachi's mind, Trunks was always supposed to call her. “She isn't a slut. She is the vice-president of the North American branch of Capsule Corp. Well, she used to be the vice-president. She resigned yesterday and I am searching for her replacement. Sachi, I am really busy here. Can we talk about this another time?” Like never, he thought privately.

 

“No! I want to know what is going on between you and this woman!” demanded Sachi. Trunks could almost swear there was steam coming out of her ears as she was speaking, but he knew that was impossible. “Trunks, I thought you and I were a couple. I thought I meant something to you.”

 

Trunks' eyes narrowed slightly at that remark. Most of the time they'd been together, Sachi treated him as nothing more than a token on her arm. He knew she really didn't care a thing about him as a person; she was only concerned with his status as CEO of his grandfather's company and co-heir to the Capsule Corp. fortune. Fighting the urge to just pick her up and toss her out on her pretty little rump, Trunks took a deep breath instead. “Sachi, I really don't have time to talk to you right now. I promise I will call you tonight.”

 

“Well, you had better call me tonight if you ever want to be seen with me again!” With that, she turned on her designer heels in a huff, and stomped out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

 

Trunks shook his head and let out a small groan. “How do I get myself into these things?” He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, picturing the face of the one he loved. “What are you doing right now, Miyuki?”

 

+++

 

By the time Miyuki entered the house, Nori had already left for work and Sayuri was sitting in the living room reading a story to Hana. Miyuki had stubbornly refused to go in the woods, so, as soon as she cleared the front door, she made a beeline for the nearest bathroom. A loud relieved “Aaaaa!” sound was all Sayuri heard coming from behind the bathroom door. A few minutes later, a smiling Miyuki opened the bathroom door to find her friend, with baby riding on her hip, impatiently waiting for her to emerge.

 

“Spit it out! I want all the horny details!”

 

“Please! Not in front of the baby,” replied Miyuki with an even bigger smile.

 

Sayuri gave her a mock-annoyed look. “All right, I'll let you stonewall me for now, but you'd better get yourself cleaned up so we can get going. I've arranged for my neighbor to watch Hana when we go downtown to look at the building. I want to hear absolutely everything!”

 

Miyuki turned and slowly sauntered towards the stairs. At the bottom of the staircase, she turned and shouted back to her friend, “I will tell you one thing. He has learned a lot.”

 

“Get up there and get moving!” yelled Sayuri as she ran toward Miyuki, pretending to chase her up the stairs.

 

A giggling Miyuki ran up the steps and to her room. She plopped down on the bed and took a deep breath. After spending a few minutes daydreaming about her prior evening, she forced herself up and out of bed and started taking off her clothes. As soon as the water temperature was just the way she liked it, she stepped into the shower. His masculine scent was everywhere on her. She stood outside of the spray for a second or two and wondered if she could get away with just soaping up the really dirty parts of her body so as not to wash off all his scent. While contemplating this dilemma, an uneasy feeling came over her, like something was terribly wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Then as if Trunks had been standing right there in the shower with her, she heard his voice clearly ask, “What are you doing right now, Miyuki?” Stunned by the feeling, she looked around half-expecting him to be standing there.

 

“Okay, that was just weird!” she said out loud. She pushed open the shower door to make sure he wasn't standing in the bathroom with her, but he was nowhere to be found.

Miyuki pulled closed the shower door and stood dumbfounded as the hot water fell all around her. When she finished showering, she quickly toweled herself off. With her towel wrapped around her, she walked back in her room and picked out a pair of jeans and a sweater. While putting her clothes on she kept trying to figure out how she had heard him speaking so clearly. She continued to obsess about it as she put on her makeup and dried her hair, until finally, she decided to call him.

 

“Trunks here,” he said answering his cell phone.

 

“I just had the weirdest thing happen,” said Miyuki, sitting back down on her bed. “I was in the shower and I felt this real uneasy feeling, like something really bad was about to happen, and then I heard your voice like you were right there in the room. It freaked me out!”

 

“What did I say?” replied Trunks, thinking he may have inadvertently communicated with her telepathically. Many of his Saiyan powers had grown stronger during the seven years they were apart, and that was one of them.

 

“Something like, `what are you doing right now' I think.”

 

“Hm, I do have the ability to communicate telepathically with other Saiyans, and with my mom. Maybe you heard my thoughts?”

 

“So, you can talk to me…without a phone?”

 

“I guess so. I could never do that with any other women. That must mean you are the one.”

 

“The one what?” replied Miyuki narrowing her eyes.

 

“Admit it,” she heard him smirk into the phone, “you're crazy about me and can't live without me. That's the real reason you came back here. It's all about me.”

 

“Whatever!” Despite her protest, Miyuki could feel a flush grow in her cheeks.

 

At that moment, Sayuri burst into the room and stood with her hands on her hips, making and impatient face at Miyuki. “Aren't you ready yet?”

 

“I have to go. I am going to look at a building for my business. I'll see you tonight.”

 

“You're not going to start your own Capsule business, are you?” questioned Trunks.

 

“You'll just have to wait and see,” and she hung up on him before he could reply.

 

“Let's go!” said Sayuri as she grabbed her friend's arm and pulled her off the bed and down the stairs. “The realtor is meeting us in five minutes! I want to hear about your evening.”

 

After dropping Hana off at the neighbor's house, the pair got in Sayuri's car and drove to downtown Satan City, all the while talking about men and sex. They arrived near the building, got out of the car, and capsulized it, rather than trying to search for a parking place.

 

They walked past the large “For Sale” sign taped on the inside of the large picture window of the two-story brick building. The realtor had already unlocked the door and was waiting for them inside. As the agent filled them in on the building's history and features, Miyuki walked around the bare first floor and tried to picture the possibilities the structure held. There was a set of stairs toward the back of the room and she walked upstairs. The second floor was much smaller and could probably be used as a living quarters, if she had nowhere else to go. Miyuki had a good feeling about the structure, and since it was her mother who found the place, she decided to give it a shot. “I'll take it,” she told the realtor.

 

“You are just going to take it?” Sayuri looked at her friend and raised an eyebrow. “You aren't going to look at anything else?”

 

Miyuki shook her head. Sayuri shrugged her shoulders and kept quiet, figuring Miyuki knew what she was doing.

 

When they got back in the car, Miyuki called Miya to let her know the good news. Her mother sounded happy for her daughter's new acquisition, and also relieved that she got home safe. “Miyuki, I have something very important to discuss with you. I am getting off work at 3:00. Can I meet you somewhere?”

 

Miyuki thought for a minute about having enough time to meet Trunks at 6:00 if she met her mom at 3:00. It seemed like enough time, so she agreed to meet her. The two ladies spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and when the time came, Sayuri dropped Miyuki off at the Satan City Café to meet with her mother.

 

This time when her mother approached her with her arms extended, Miyuki hugged her back. She felt a little more at ease with her and didn't want to waste any time holding resentments. Miyuki wanted to get on with her life. “What is it you wanted to talk to me about?” she asked when they were comfortably seated.

 

“Well, I am not quite sure how to tell you this. It is about your father,” said Miya as she looked down nervously at her hands.

 

“My father? What could you possibly know about him, or would think was important enough to tell me?” said Miyuki with disgust in her voice.

 

“Miyuki, I know your father was a horrible man, but he recently entered my life again. I found out that he was admitted as a hospice resident to the nursing home where I work. He is dying, Miyuki. He has lung cancer and he is living out his days alone. By some strange twist of fate, he ended has up where I work and I have to see him daily.” Miya looked at her daughter, attempting to see how she was taking the news.

 

There was concern on Miyuki's face, which changed to confusion as Miya's words sunk in. “Why are you telling me this, Miya?”

 

“Because whenever I see him, he mentions you. Every single day he tells everyone how proud he is of his daughter and all that she accomplished in her life. Most of the time he either doesn't know who I am or hallucinates from all the meds he's taking, but he is always sure of you. He is filled with deep remorse for what he did to you.”

 

“He deserves to die of lung cancer! A slow and painful death!” Miyuki said heatedly. “What do you expect me to do?”

 

“I just thought you should know, dear. If you would ever find it in your heart to visit him, I know he would be so grateful.”

 

“You got to be kidding me! There is no way in hell I would visit him so he could find peace. Let him rot out his last days knowing I will hate him for as long as I live.”

 

“I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again.” An uncomfortable silence ensued as the two women tried to get their thoughts together.

 

Miyuki could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and struggled to hold them back. Finding one parent was difficult enough. She didn't want to find her father, or have anything to do with him, and certainly not comfort him in his last days.

 

Miya took her daughters hand in hers. “Tell me how you liked the building, dear.”

 

Miyuki cleared her throat, grateful for the change of subject. “I liked it. I got a really good feeling about it, so I signed the lease right away. I can use the downstairs as a gallery for displaying photos and the upstairs would serve as my studio and darkroom. I only wish it had more of a yard so I could set up outdoor shots. It isn't easy to find buildings with a yard downtown, though. Afterward, while Sayuri and I were shopping, I got some great ideas about what I would need to bring it all together. I would like to have it all up and running in about two weeks.”

 

“Two weeks! You certainly aren't wasting any time. Well, you can certainly count on my help. I have quite a bit of vacation time saved up, so perhaps I could take a week off to help,” said Miya with a smile.

 

“I would like that,” replied Miyuki.

 

Mother and daughter talked for quite a while, but refrained from any more discussion about Miyuki's father and his situation. Miya wanted to respect her daughter's wishes and decided to allow her enough time to think about it. When they finished, Miya dropped her daughter off at home.

 

It was 5:00 when she got back to Sayuri's house, which would give her enough time to change and get to Trunks' place, but now she wasn't sure that she wanted to anymore. Since she'd received the news about her father, her mind was in a jumble and she couldn't stop thinking about him. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Trunks' number.

 

“Trunks here.”

 

“Hi, it's me. I am going to pass on tonight,”

 

“What's wrong?” replied Trunks, afraid she had read the paper and was angry with him.

 

“I just had a conversation with Miya and it upset me. I don't really want to talk about it.”

 

“I want to see you. I will come over there and we can talk,” said Trunks. “I want to know what is upsetting you.”

 

Miyuki smiled, believing his concern was genuine. “I guess that would be okay.”

 

“Good, I'll be over at 6:00.”

 

“Can you do me a favor? I don't have a car. Could you possibly lend me one from your stash of capsules?”

 

“I might be able to arrange that.”

 

Promptly at 6:00 the doorbell rang and Miyuki answered the door. She smiled at the sight of her lavender-haired lover and started to walk through the doorway towards him. “Wait a minute, I have to tell Sayuri where I am going.” She ran back into the house for a few moments, returning with her jacket under one arm. Once she pulled the door shut behind her, she put the jacket on. “Walk with me,” she said taking his hand and guiding him off the front porch and to the sidewalk.

 

After walking a few steps, Miyuki asked, “Your father, he did some bad things when he was younger?”

 

“Yeah, some really bad things,” replied Trunks.

 

“He was a good father to you?” she asked as she looked up at him.

 

“As you know he wasn't around much when I was young,” said Trunks. “And as I grew older, I thought him incapable of being anything other than critical or ashamed of me. Oddly, the day you left for North America was a pivotal moment when he and I really connected. He was good to me that day and very supportive. It took me quite a while to get over your leaving.”

 

They walked for a while in silence then Miyuki spoke, “So, you were able to forgive him for not being there for you when you were younger?”

 

“I guess I did, although I never actually said the words out loud. My father happens to be a man of few words. Most of the time, he acts like an arrogant prick, but I know he loves me in the only way that he is capable of. Why are you asking me this stuff?”

 

“My mother works as a nurse at a nursing home downtown. She told me today that by some weird twist of fate, my father was recently admitted to the nursing home where she works. He is dying. She wants me to visit him,” replied Miyuki softly. She looked down at her feet as she took her next steps. “Apparently, he talks about me a lot.”

 

“Wow! You just met your mother, and now your father appears? That is pretty ironic. How do you feel about seeing him?”

 

“I have met a lot of people who have done things much worse than my father, and heard their stories of recovery and how remorseful they were of what they did. I don't believe in fate. I believe everything happens for a reason. I have hated him for so long, that my first reaction was to let him die a miserable and lonely death. But, the more I think about it, though, the more I realize that I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn't at least try to make peace with him. Does that make sense?”

 

Trunks stopped walking and turned Miyuki to face him. “It makes perfect sense to me.” He put his hand below her chin and lifted her face to his. He kissed her on the forehead and then hugged her. “If there is anything I can do, let me know,” he whispered in her ear.

 

“Thanks, but this is something I have to do myself,” she whispered back to him, hugging him tighter.