Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Somewhere Only We Know: Sequel to Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11

 

I still do not own DBZ, although I wish I did cause if I did, I would make more episodes!

 

After arriving at their spot in the mountains, the pair stood silently, taking in the fresh air and the breathtaking view of the wilderness. They had found a large fallen branch from a tree and seated themselves on it. Trunks picked up a stick and began to absently move around some rocks and twigs. Miyuki sat huddled up with her arms wrapped around her legs tightly. She was deep in thought, although she had hoped being in this place would help to clear her head, it wasn't happening.

 

Miyuki unfolded her arms and legs and slowly brought herself to a standing position. She stretched her arms far above her head, attempting to get some of the kinks out her back. Her muscles were sore, her head was throbbing, and her eyes were burning from all the crying she'd done. She took a deep breath and started to walk towards a river that ran through the mountains, where some large water birds had chosen to gather. She watched as a mother bird glided over the water's surface followed closely by seven little baby birds. Wherever the mother bird swam, the baby birds peeped and paddled like mad, doing their best to keep up with her, but never straying too far. Miyuki watched their antics and, for a brief moment, forgot about all that had happened to her and enjoyed the wonders of nature. She smiled.

 

Trunks watched her walk wordlessly towards the river. After a few minutes, he too got up from his seated position as well. He took out his capsule wallet and produced the tent capsule which they had used the night of their tryst weeks before. He glanced at Miyuki, and seeing that she was content in watching the birds, gathered some sticks in a pile and started a small camp fire.

 

Miyuki was brought back to reality by the smell of the fire and turned her head to see their camp already laid out. She smiled weakly in the corner of her mouth and sauntered over to where Trunks was gathering more wood. She watched him break off several branches from the fallen tree, so large that no normal man could have lifted, let alone break. He was so strong, yet so naïve about a lot of things.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, Trunks saw her watching him and stopped what he was doing. He casually brushed off his hands on his trousers and turned to her, opening his arms as an invitation to sit by the camp fire. He had also brought some small folding chairs on which they both could sit and Miyuki took him up on his invitation.

 

“Thanks for bringing me here,” volunteered Miyuki after a long silence.

 

Trunks smiled at her. “I can't think of any other place I would rather be right now.”

 

“You wouldn't rather be behind your desk signing papers?” asked Miyuki with a smirk on her face.

 

“I think you know the answer to that question.”

 

Miyuki reached over to Trunks and interlaced her fingers in his. He turned his hand palm-up and held her hand tightly. Their eyes met and Miyuki stared at his face. He definitely looked more like a man than he did seven years ago. His features were more pronounced and his eyes had become more serious, much like his father. Trunks wasn't like his father though, he was much more like Bulma. Perhaps that is why I love you so much, thought Miyuki, momentarily forgetting his ability to read her mind.

 

In response to her unspoken thoughts, Trunks bent down and kissed her fingers lightly. Although he wasn't really trying, he felt a pang of guilt when he realized she probably didn't want him to hear what she had just thought. I never stopped loving you, Miyuki, he communicated to her telepathically.

 

Miyuki smiled. “Why, Trunks? Why do you love me so much? Why would you love someone who is so messed up in the head and has no idea what she wants?”

 

Trunks shook his head. “You are way too hard on yourself. You are the most together person I know. You had some very troubling things happen to you in the last few weeks. I like to see that someone like you can actually not be so together all the time.”

 

“I am an alcoholic. I set high expectations for myself and when I don't meet them, it is an excuse to beat up on myself,” said Miyuki with a hint of sarcasm.

 

“Well, don't! You don't deserve it! I would be horribly devastated if I lost one of my parents. Even though he was a bastard, he was still your dad.”

 

Miyuki got up from the chair she was sitting in and got in Trunks' lap. She just wanted to be held. It had been so long since she had felt the touch of another person. “Do you remember when you asked me to marry you?”

 

“Yeah,” replied Trunks.

 

“Did you really mean that? I mean do you really want to marry a crazy person like me?”

 

Trunks held her as close to him as he possibly could. “Yes, I meant it when I asked you to marry me. Perhaps, I didn't understand why at the time, but since you have been here, and I have been pushed into taking responsibility for Capsule Corp., I understand why I need you. You don't let me get away with all the crap that everyone else does. You call me on it. You force me to think in ways I never thought of. I don't know anyone else like you.”

 

Miyuki sat up and looked at him. His eyes were a deep shade of blue. It amazed her how his eyes could change color with his moods. “Well,” she began then paused. “I will think about it.”

 

Trunks smiled and pulled her back to him to rest on his chest. Again, he picked up her hand and kissed it. He lingered his lips on the skin of her hand and tightly kept his eyes closed. At least, this time her answer wasn't “no” and to him, that was a step in the right direction.

 

Miyuki whispered softly in Trunks' ear. “I feel like I have experienced two losses. When I started my period and realized I wasn't pregnant…” her voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

 

“I felt the same way,” whispered Trunks.

 

Another long silence ensued as the two retreated into their own thoughts. Miyuki knew that being pregnant was not the best thing that could happen to her. She still needed to figure out who she was and what she wanted. A child would have made things very complicated. Yet, staying with her friend and Hana, Miyuki had gotten to see firsthand how the benefits far outweighed the responsibilities and Sayuri had never seemed so happy since she had known her. Miyuki sat up and looked around at their surroundings. “Is that a path over there through the woods?” she asked.

 

Trunks stretched his neck to see where she was looking. “Yeah. Goten and I made that path. We used to camp here a lot when we were younger, but I haven't been here very often since then. Would you like to take a walk?”

Miyuki nodded her head in agreement and the two of them got up and headed toward the path. Miyuki pointed out the mother and baby birds, which were now on the shore pecking and scratching around for food. Trunks took her hand and led her toward the path. They walked for a while in silence. Finally, Miyuki spoke. “Are you sure you know where you are going?”

 

“Sure, I know this pathway like the back of my hand. Besides, if we do get lost, not that we will, but if we did, we could just go straight up.” Trunks flashed a bright smile.

 

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about your `super powers.'” Miyuki rolled her eyes.

 

They walked for a while longer until they came upon a clearing. There was a fabulous rock formation with a flowing waterfall. The sun was peeking out from behind a large cloud causing a colorful rainbow to appear for a brief moment through the watery mist, before the sunlight's shifting made it vanish. The pair lingered there for a moment then Trunks picked up Miyuki and ascended to the top of the mountain. He gently placed Miyuki down. She was mesmerized by the panoramic view of Satan City on the one side and the waterfall on the other. As she stood looking out over the city, Trunks wrapped his arms around her from behind and gently rested his head on top of hers. There they stayed, until a stray drop of rain touched Miyuki's cheek. “Uh-oh,” she said softly.

 

As she said it, Trunks felt another raindrop brush against his arm. “I guess we better get back to camp.” With that, he picked her up and they quickly flew back to their campsite. Just as they landed, the sky opened up in earnest and they frantically ran into the tent, but not before both of them managed to get a good soaking. They were standing there dripping, not a dry stitch between them, when all of a sudden Miyuki burst out laughing. Trunks laughed with her. Trunks pulled out his Capsule wallet and produced some towels.

 

Miyuki raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you know it was going to rain?”

 

“No, I just have every capsule there is. I am the capsule king, remember?” He smiled his big silly smile at her, as he had earlier.

 

Miyuki shook her head. She looked down at her wet clothes and started to peel herself out of them. “You lingered outside just long enough to get me soaked, didn't you?”

 

“Me? Now why would I do a thing like that?” Trunks hadn't deliberately meant to get her soaked, but now he was glad that he did. It seemed to put her in a better mood. “I promise not to take advantage of you while you undress. I will even shut my eyes if you want.”

 

“Why bother? You have seen everything there is to see many times.” Miyuki proceeded to remove the rest of her wet clothes and grab a towel. Trunks had already removed his shirt and shoes. He found some dry matches and proceeded to light the three lanterns that hung from the top of the tent. He then got a bottle of water, trying not to stare at Miyuki. As he took a swig of water, he caught sight of her. She had stripped down to her lacy panties and was drying herself off. The lanterns' light accentuated her soft skin. Miyuki then grabbed her purse, which she had the foresight to put in the tent when they arrived. She pulled out a capsule which contained a t-shirt. She slipped into the t-shirt and then discovered Trunks looking at her. She smiled at him and turned away. Trunks took off his wet pants and pulled on a pair of sweat shorts that he had gotten from his capsule stash. He took a bottle of water over to Miyuki and handed it to her. She took it from him and turned to look at him. “I think we need to have a long talk.”

 

“You are probably right,” replied Trunks.

 

For the next two hours, time stood still for the pair. They talked, and yelled, and fussed, and laughed. The rain had stopped long before their conversation did, but nothing interrupted them. They hashed out, argued, complained, over-analyzed, under-analyzed, disputed, disagreed, agreed, bickered, squabbled, saw eye-to-eye, and finally came to an understanding about where their relationship had been, and where it was going.

 

“So, we are going to start all over, and see where it goes from here?” clarified Miyuki.

 

“Yes. I would like that very much.”