Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Somewhere Only We Know: Sequel to Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 10 revisited ( Chapter 10 )

AN: No HFIL has not frozen over, this is an update. I know it has been a long time in coming, but I have had a lot of life changes. Now that summer is here, I am going to finish this fic. Thank you to everyone who has read it so far.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 10

 

If it was at all possible for a half-Saiyan's jaw to drop to the floor at that precise moment, Trunks' would have done just that. Weeks ago, when Sachi had claimed to be pregnant with his baby, he was not at all pleased by the news. The near-possibility of a permanent attachment to that conniving, self-centered female was that last thing he wanted. But, once he heard Miyuki say that she might be, he felt a distinctly opposite reaction. “Really?” he asked anxiously. “Is it possible?”

 

Miyuki rolled her eyes in exasperation. “They do know what causes that nowadays, you know,” she said, mocking him.

 

Trunks rolled his eyes back at her. “I know that!” he snapped back. “But, as I recall, you told me that we were safe.” Conflicting emotions regarding Miyuki's announcement were starting to make him edgy, so Trunks stood up and began pacing the floor. On the inside, he was elated to hear that she could possibly be carrying his child, but he was also scared that she may not want to keep the child; or worse, that she wouldn't want him back in her life to care for the child. All these scenarios and more flashed through his mind as he paced back and forth, trying to find the right words to say to her.

 

“Trunks, I'm not sure if I am. I haven't even taken one of those home pregnancy tests to be sure. I don't know what being pregnant is supposed to feel like.”

 

He stopped his pacing and looked at her. “What if you are?” he asked, hoping to hear her say that she would marry him. “What then?”

 

Miyuki sighed as she raised her head and looked up into his eyes. She was also feeling confused and conflicted. Deep down, she knew that she loved him, but she also feared that their once-strong relationship had deteriorated to the point where it could never be salvaged. “I don't know. I haven't thought that far ahead.”

 

Trunks felt relieved that she didn't have any sort of plan to write him out of her life just yet. Then he remembered the day in the restaurant when Vegeta showed him how to use his Saiyan powers to discern if a woman was pregnant. Trunks sat down next to Miyuki on the bed and placed his hand on her abdomen. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Although he tried as hard as he could, he could not pick up an additional ki signature, however small or weak, as he had with Marron. It just wasn't there. He felt nothing. He turned his head away slightly as his face hardened with disappointment.

 

“What is it?” asked Miyuki, curious as to what he was doing.

 

After a few moments of silence, Trunks took in a deep breath to gather himself. “You aren't pregnant,” he stated softly, unable to hide the regret in his voice. “I'm sorry, Miyuki.” As much as he'd wanted it to be true, he had to accept the fact that she wasn't carrying his child.

 

“What are you talking about?” Miyuki demanded, grabbing his arm and shoving it away from her. “How could you possibly know that?”

 

“I just know.” Awash with defeat, he turned away from her, feeling helpless. Now, there really was nothing that held her to him. He thought for sure she was finished with him.

“Please, get out,” she said to him softly. “I need to be alone. This has been a very difficult day for me.”

 

But instead of leaving right away, Trunks turned around and placed his hand against her flushed cheek. Her skin felt very hot and damp under his palm. Wordlessly, he moved his hand upwards, carefully brushing her hair away from her face and then resting his hand on her shoulder. He had read the exhaustion on her face and knew that sleep was what she really needed. Too tired to put up a fight, Miyuki slid over to him and slipped her arms around his waist. She placed her head on his shoulder and he gently put his arms around her in return. Then he leaned back onto the pillow, pulling Miyuki down with him. Trunks held her for a while longer, listening to her breathing until he could tell that she had fallen asleep. He loosened his arms from around her limp form and gently arranged her on the bed. As he was easing her down, she stirred awake for a brief second, but fell right back to sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. He stood back and took a good long look at her. I have to make her my woman, he thought, filled with a new determination. Trunks watched Miyuki stir in her sleep as the unspoken declaration went through his mind. She must have heard me

 

~~~

 

Sometime during the night, Miyuki awoke, feeling sick again. As she rushed down the hallway to the bathroom, she tripped over a toy that had been left on the floor by Hana and went tumbling face-first to the floor. Fortunately, what noise she'd made by her fall wasn't enough to awaken the rest of the household. Lying face down on the floor, the feeling of nausea seemed to leave, but was abruptly replaced by a sharp pain in her abdomen. “Fuck!” she whispered forcefully, not wanting to wake anyone in the house. “I've got cramps.” Miyuki pulled herself up off the floor and quickly scrambled the rest of the way into the bathroom. The evidence was clearly there; she had definitely started her period. “So, I'm really not pregnant,” she whispered, then sighed, not knowing whether to be relieved or sad.

 

Finishing her business in the bathroom, Miyuki tiptoed back to her room, picking up the stray toy on the way and carrying it with her back to her room. In the dim light, she examined the object when she returned to her bed. It was a little toy dog, mounted on a set of wheels with a long string leash attached to its collar. She remembered watching Hana toddle about the house, pulling the toy behind her wherever she went and making cute little barking noises as she walked. A smile came across Miyuki's lips as she thought of how cute Hana was and how happy her best friend was. Sayuri had achieved the perfect life-the life Miyuki wanted.

 

Then her thoughts wandered back to her father, mentally picturing how sick and pathetic he looked in that hospital bed. She wondered what had made her want to see him one more time and comfort him in his last moments. She also recalled the overwhelming feeling of grief and loss that she felt when he passed and the comfort that Trunks had bestowed upon her. Miyuki put her head back on her pillow and concentrated on Trunks, wondering what he was doing and if he could sense that she was thinking about him. “Do you really love me, Trunks Briefs?” she asked out loud.

 

Trunks had spent the better part of that night shifting about in his bed, trying to get some rest. He was finally edging himself into a half-sleep when he clearly heard her voice asking if he loved her. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming her question but he responded without hesitation, “Yes, I love you, Miyuki.”

 

It was hard for her to believe that, after all of their history, he did still love her. But, in that moment when she heard his answer, she believed him. Smiling, she slowly drifted back to sleep with Hana's toy clutched in her hands.

 

~~~

 

The next time Miyuki awoke, the sun was shining. She rolled over, looked at the clock on the night stand and realized she had been asleep for a very long time. Slowly, she sat up and took a deep breath. Miyuki could smell coffee brewing and heard noises coming from the lower floor. She got out of bed and put on her robe and slippers. She quietly meandered down the stairs, listening to the sounds of Hana and Sayuri playing. Miyuki lingered back in the hall and peered around the corner, not wanting to disturb their cheerful familial interaction. Was this all Sayuri needed to be happy? she asked herself as she watched them without their knowing. No job, no fame, no money; just a house, a family and a beautiful baby. Have I been kidding myself all these years that this is really what I want? Miyuki shook her head. I have no idea what I want.

 

Miyuki finally emerged around the corner and the two playing on the floor applauded her entrance. “She lives!” shouted Sayuri.

 

Getting up from her seat on the floor, Hana clapped her hands as she scampered towards Miyuki. When she got up close, she threw her little arms around Miyuki's legs and hugged them tightly. Then she looked up and her little eyes lit up in recognition once she saw what Miyuki had in her hand

 

Grinning at her delighted expression, Miyuki handed down the toy doggy to Hana. “Tha-ku!” squealed Hana which Miyuki already knew translated to “thank you.” Hana set the doggy toy on the floor and proceeded to make her cute little barking noises as she tugged it around the room.

 

Sayuri pushed herself up into a standing position, making a groaning noise as she stretched the kinks out of her back. “Want some coffee?” she inquired casually as she stepped closer to her friend.

“Sounds great,” replied Miyuki and the pair wandered over to the kitchen table.

 

Sayuri poured them each a cup and brought them over to the table. “What's on the agenda for today? Are you going to the studio?”

 

Miyuki looked into the cup she was holding and swished the dark liquid around a few times before taking a sip. “I have no idea what I'm going to do today. The way I'm feeling, I don't even know if I want to open the studio. Things haven't exactly gone how I envisioned them.”

 

“Aw! Do I sense a pity party going on across from me?” mocked Sayuri. Miyuki's head snapped up just in time to see Sayuri stick her tongue out at her. Miyuki responded in kind, making a pretend grimace back at Sayuri.

Hana, who wasn't at all happy no one was paying any attention to her, got up on an empty chair and noisily slammed her doggy on the table. “Ruff, ruff!” she asserted and shoved the toy across the table, almost knocking a glass onto the floor. Without thinking twice, Sayuri automatically snatched the runaway toy with one hand as the other caught the tumbler in mid-fall before it could spill its contents. Impressed by her friend's quick reflexes, Miyuki nodded and clapped appreciatively, which got her an annoyed look from Sayuri.

 

“Missy, how about a video?” offered Sayuri to her daughter.

 

Hana bounced in the seat and clapped her hands, before climbing down from the chair and toddling over to the television. “Happy Purple Dino!” she shouted and pointed to the blank screen, too excited to stay still.

 

“Oh, he's my favorite, too,” Sayuri responded sarcastically as she rolled her eyes back in her head. In no time, she cued up the tape in the player and Hana began to sing the show's opening song in her little off-key voice with gusto.

 

Miyuki chuckled softly as she took in the conversation between mother and daughter. She knew that rearing a child was a lot of work, but the rewards certainly seemed to be greater than the aggravations.

 

For the duration of the “Happy Purple Dinosaur” tape, the two ladies sat at the table and were able to converse without interruption. Sayuri was already concerned about Miyuki's fragile state of mind after her father's death. Upon learning that her friend thought she might have been pregnant and now knew she wasn't, was also a concern to her. “I can't believe you never told me.”

 

“I didn't want to bother you with it. It is a moot point, anyway. I am not pregnant.”

 

Sayuri studied Miyuki's face as she went thoughtful for a few moments. “Did you want to be pregnant?” inquired Sayuri.

 

“I am not sure what I want.”

 

Leaning forward, Sayuri rested her head on her hand and gazed steadily at her friend. Even though she had gotten quite a bit of sleep, Miyuki still looked tired. “I know what you want,” Sayuri suddenly declared. “Why don't you just give in and let him love you. He does love you, you know.”

 

“What do you know?” responded Miyuki hotly, keeping her voice low enough so that Hana wouldn't hear. “If Trunks had really loved me, then why did he treat me the way he did? Why did he parade around with every hootie-momma in a skirt? For years, every magazine I ever picked up had his picture on the cover; every one of them in glorious color with some skanky bimbette hanging all over him! And, if he loved me, why didn't he just come out and tell me that he loved me?”

 

“As I recall, it was you who left him,” stated Sayuri, giving Miyuki a sharp look. “After you fell asleep last night, he came down and I talked to him for a while. He told me what had happened at the nursing home.” Sayuri paused momentarily. “Miyuki, he does love you. He told me that he never stopped loving you. And he told me that he had moved on to other women because he believed that you'd stopped wanting him.” She shook her head and massaged her temples, then sighed in frustration. “I swear, I would just like to smack some sense into both of you!”

 

Miyuki was stunned by her friend's response. “He said that-to you?” He had said the same to her, but she assumed he'd said those things only to get inside her pants, not that he really meant them.

 

“Yes, he said that to me! Why don't you just go to him and tell him how you really feel? Miyuki, for once in your life, don't project into the future. Just go with what you feel!”

 

Stung a bit by Sayuri's straight-forward words, Miyuki pouted and gave her friend a slightly defensive look. “I don't project...do I?” Sayuri sighed again and rolled her eyes.

 

The pair continued to converse and drink coffee for a little while longer until Hana's video was done playing. Miyuki placed her empty cup in the sink then went upstairs to take a shower. She knew that Sayuri wanted her to be happy, but Miyuki also knew that she first had to set things right with Trunks. As she dressed and gathered up her photographic equipment, that morning's conversation with Sayuri kept going through her head.

 

~~~

 

“Mr. Briefs?” came Ms. Cho's voice over the intercom.

 

“Yes, Achemi?”

 

“There is a woman here to see you.” Trunks' face broke into a smirk.

 

“You just love saying that, don't you?” he chuckled, for once amused and not annoyed by that familiar announcement. In the past few months, Trunks and Ms. Cho had developed an effective and professional relationship between the two of them once Trunks decided to apply himself fully to his job as the company's president. It was also the first time Trunks' had a working relationship with one of his secretaries that hadn't involved sex in some way.

 

“She is on her way in,” replied Ms. Cho, a smirk on her face as well.

 

Miyuki opened the door and strolled into Trunks' office. Trunks watched as she entered and never once took his eyes off her. She walked around his desk and right up to him. She leaned over and while placing her hands on his broad shoulders, lightly kissed him on his lips. It was more of a thank-you kiss, than a passionate one. Then, in a slow swift motion, turned her body sideways and sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her. She placed her head on his left shoulder and closed her eyes. Trunks responded by pulling her close to him. He lightly kissed her forehead and held her. The two of them stayed like that for a few minutes, neither one wanting to ruin the moment by opening their mouths.

 

Miyuki slowly sat up. The tears that had welled up in her eyes slowly ran down her cheek as she moved. She wasn't sure if they were tears of sorrow or elation as she was feeling both at the same time. Feelings, were foreign to her. She had somehow kept herself so busy for so many years, that feelings were overwhelming, even the good ones. “Trunks,” she finally managed to utter. “Would you take me back to that place in the mountains?”

 

Trunks took his hand and gently wiped away a tear with his thumb. He nodded his head in agreement.

 

After letting his secretary know that he would be out for the rest of the day, Trunks picked up Miyuki and carried her to the window. Off they flew to their special place.