Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Moon Travelers ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

(Author's Notes: Another update of The Moon Travelers! Only two more chapters after this to go, folks! *winks* I'm sure you're all going to LOVE the ending…. Well, please remember to read and review! ~Cinaed)

The Moon Travelers

Chapter Seven

// Mamma never loved him much
And daddy never keeps in touch
That's why he shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place
He packs his bags for outer space
And now he's waiting for the right kind of pilot
To come (and he'll say to him)
He's saying //

It was late evening when I opened my eyes, smiling at the look of peace on Trunks's sleeping face. Any lines had disappeared from his delicate flesh, and he seemed years younger with that faint hint of a smile on his lips. I gazed at him beneath my lashes, studying him and evening out my breathing so if he woke, he wouldn't notice that I was awake.

A tendril of lavender fell across his face as he shifted against me, instinctively tightening his grip around my frame. I wanted to move the stubborn lock away since it might wake him, but my arms are pinned in his grasp. Plus, it was rather endearing.

I snuggled closer to him, pressing my cheek against the hollow of his neck and relaxing, enjoying the fact that I was alive and with Trunks. After a few minutes, I found myself about to slip back into dreamland. I smiled and nuzzled his neck one final time before allowing my eyes to completely close. In a few seconds I'd be fast asleep-

"Chibi.." His vocal cords vibrated against my cheek, even though the word was whispered so low my ears could barely pick it up.

"Yes, Trunks?" I murmured quietly back, half-opening my eyes, but he didn't answer. After a moment, I realized his breathing was as deep and even as ever. The other half Saiya-jinn was still sound asleep. When he didn't whisper in his sleep again, I closed my eyes. Just in time for him to start mumbling again.

"Chibi.. So sorry.." I lifted my head to gaze at his face, on which a frown now lingered.

"Trunks, Trunks, it's all right." My mutter was meant to be soothing, but instead it seemed to do the opposite. He fidgeted against me, the frown deepening.

"I'm sorry.." I wiggled my arm from his grasp, and gently caressed his cheek, trying to wake him up.

"Shush, Trunks.. It'll be fine, really." His jaw flexed against my palm, and then his eyes flew open, the sapphire orbs checking me in place. For a second those eyes were glazed, and then they cleared, filling instead with bewilderment.

"What's goin' on?" His words were slurred from sleep, and I lightly kissed him, attempting to earn a smile.

"You were having a bad dream or something. You kept apologizing," I informed him, causing the frown to deepen even more.

"Did I do anything else?" I shook my head, and the frown lightened just a little, though there was still no hint of a smile on his lips.

"Was it a bad dream?" I snuggled closer to him, my hand finally brushing the stray lock away from his eyes. Trunks looked somber.

"Yes."

"A nightmare?" The hesitation to answer my question was evident as those azure eyes flickered away from mine.

"You could say that," he alleged evasively. Now it was my turn to frown.

"What was it about?" Trunks smiled in a wry sort of way, and brought one of his hands up to catch the hand that was caressing his long locks.

"Nothing to worry you with, Chibi," he murmured before pressing my fingers to his mouth, suckling on my fingertips gently, sensually, distractingly..

"Trunks, this is getting old.." My words died in my throat as his other hand slipped down to caress another place, another very, very reactive place. Damn it, it wasn't fair that Trunks was so good at distracting me! "Trunks!" I was trying to whine, but it came out more as a breathless plea as he flashed me that gods-forsaken smirk of his and continued to stroke and torture me until I couldn't even remember what I had been asking about.

~*~

Afterwards, as he held me in his arms and looked more than a little victorious, I managed to frown at him.

"You're such a cheater." He smirked at me, idly running his fingers through my messy mane.

"Ah, but I'm such a good one, aren't I?" The look on his face was smug, and I couldn't resist the urge to feebly smack him.

"Jerk."

"Ah, but you love me anyway."

"Of course." The answer was automatic but heartfelt, and earned me a gentle smile and a tender kiss. Pressing my forehead against his cheek, I was quiet for a moment, and then ventured to ask, my tone very quiet, "Will you ever tell me what you did during all those years?"

"Someday," was the firm answer as his fingers kept running through sweaty locks, shifting through my dark tresses. I smiled at the decisiveness in his tone.

"I'll hold you to that promise, you know."

"Yeah, I do. Go to sleep Chibi. I'll make us a real breakfast tomorrow."

Still smiling, I attempted to obey, snuggling up against my lover. A real breakfast that didn't involve a ham sandwich sounded wonderful..

~*~

When I awoke, it was to the smell of sizzling bacon. My nostrils twitched in delight at the oh-so-familiar smell as I forced my eyes open, sleepily pulling on a pair of boxers and stumbling in the direction of the kitchen.

Trunks snickered at me as I rubbed my eyes and gawked at the scene. Not only was he flipping bacon, he had already fixed up platefuls of chocolate chip pancakes and bowls of scrambled eggs. My mouth watered at the sight.

"Damn, you are now going to be my all-time cook," I announced, collapsing into a chair and eagerly beginning to stuff my face.

"Only if you promise not to eat my share of breakfast," was Trunks's teasing reply, earning him a rolled pair of eyes in his direction as I put butter on my pancakes and bit into the first piece. A few minutes later, he set down two platefuls of bacon in front of me and sat down to eat his own breakfast. We feasted in silence for a while, downing our meal with sips of coffee, his black and mine sweetened with cream and sugar.

When I finished, I leaned back in my chair, grinning a most likely goofy smile. "Where the hell did you learn to cook like that?"

"I've always been a good chef, Chibi." His prideful tone earned him another pair of rolled eyes.

"So being able to make a grilled cheese sandwich not charred to a crisp makes you a good cook then?" My tone was joking as I grinned at him.

Trunks looked indignant and pointed his fork at me, which was still embedded in a piece of pancake. "You have no idea how delicate making grilled cheese truly is, Chibi. After all, you burned toast."

"I like burned toast. It's nice and crispy," was my repartee as he devoured the pancake piece. He shook his head, looking quite sad.

"You actually believe yourself.. How sad, the way the mind can twist itself that way.." I tossed my napkin at him, and he easily moved his head out of the way. "How mature, Chibi."

"I never, ever said I was mature, Briefs," I informed him, lightly kicking him beneath the table as I took a long swallow of my coffee.

"Touché, professor." Smiling at my victory, I finished my coffee and glanced at the clock. I'd have to head off to school in an hour. When I casually mentioned it out loud, I was surprised at the wistful look that crossed his face. "You have to leave in an hour?" The way he said the question made it seem as if this was the end of the world if I replied with a yes.

Nevertheless, I said yes.

"Do you have to?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Do you want me to get fired?" A reluctant smile found its way onto his visage.

"No.. I just didn't think you had to leave so soon."

"Well, I have two classes today, so I'll be home the same time I was yesterday. You can go into town and get Seele's scratch fixed." Still, despite my reassurances, the same wistful smile lingered on his mouth.

"All right. I'll get Seele patched up," he murmured, and then made a face at me when I gently patted his cheek.

"You do that, and we'll ride on Seele together. Only this time I'll be the one to distract you but you can keep us from crashing," I informed him, smiling cheekily. I was going to get rid of that melancholy look! He was going to be happy in my house, damn it!

Trunks chuckled, and patted my cheek in return; his fingers were gentle and slow, as if savoring every inch of my flesh his fingertips touched. I stayed still and let his fingers roam, brushing against my cheek, and then my jaw, and finally my mouth, the appendages lingering there for the briefest of instances before he let his hand drop to the table. "Go take a shower and get dressed, Chibi."

Grinning at him, I leapt up and obeyed, managing to convince Trunks to tie my tie once again. He even peeked into my closet and chose an outfit out for me, a pair of black dress pants, with a white top mostly covered by a red sweater that I hadn't worn in years. In the outfit, I looked more like one of the students than one of the teachers. He attempted to comb my damp locks, and finally gave up, patting me on the ass and telling me to get ready to leave.

~*~

As the time to leave came, I stood in front of my house, beaming at the half-dressed man who leaned against my doorway, clutching my briefcase to my chest. I'd be driving my run-down car.hopefully it'd work today.

"C'mere," came Trunks's voice as I turned to venture towards my ancient car. I turned back towards him to see him motioning for me to come back to him. Still grinning, I trotted over to him.

"I have to go to class, Trunk-" He caught me off by gently pulling my head towards his and covering my mouth with his own warm lips. His kiss was gentle, loving, and gradually intensified to a passion that made me weak in the knees. His tongue roamed my mouth once more, tickling the roof and twining with mine. I couldn't help but moan with desire, my eyes half- shutting on their own. The briefcase fell to the ground as I tangled my fingers in his lavender locks, keeping his warm mouth on mine, not caring that I was running out of oxygen. Our mouths and tongues moved against each other's, molding as one for a few minutes. Finally, both of us pulled back, breathing heavily. Trunks's face was flushed, and he was smiling lovingly at me.

"Go to class, Chibi." Untangling my fingers from his hair, I reluctantly scooped my now-dusty briefcase from the ground and stepped away from him, every inch of me wanting to throw myself back in his arms. Damn, now I wished it was a weekend. I hadn't longed for the weekend since I was in college.

"I love you." The words left my lips, soft, quiet. He smiled back at me, his blue eyes gazing into mine.

"I love you too, Chibi. Don't ever forget it." He smirked. "Of course, I can always prove it to you.."

"You can prove it to me tonight, Trunks," I called, turning on heel and striding quickly towards my car. Any more time in my lover's presence, and I'd be calling in a sick day.

"Have a good day, Chibi!" His voice followed me, and I waved at him as I got into my car, turning on the engine and wincing at the horrible, half-dying sounds it made in protest. Still, it started, and soon I was pulling onto the road and driving away from my tiny house and towards the college where I worked.

(To Be Continued..)