Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trina ❯ Hurting ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four: Hurting

 

 

 

Trina covered her ears with her pillow, tears falling from her eyes. When Trunks had gotten back that night, he'd brought Veronica home with him. They'd been going at it since then. Veronica's pleasured filled screams and Trunks grunts were accompanied by a constant thump against the walls. Probably from the headboard, which meant that he was pounding into her hard enough to cause the bed to move. She was sorry she'd ever said a word.

 

Finally, the noise across the hall ceased. Thanking her lucky stars, Trina uncovered her ears and wiped the tears away. She realized now why she had been so jealous of Veronica earlier, and it made her pain all the poignant. She loved Trunks. How she figured this out in two short days she didn't know, but there it was. Her soul called out to his to complete it.

 

Hearing Veronica scream in pleasure once again, followed by the rhythmic thumping against the wall, caused fresh tears to fall from her eyes. She couldn't take this anymore! Silently getting out of her bed, she slipped out of her room and headed downstairs with a blanket and pillow. She sat the items on the couch and went to the kitchen for a snack. At least down here it isn't quite so bad, she thought.

 

Setting her treasures onto the coffee table, Trina settled herself on the couch and turned on the TV. Over the next hour she ate her cookies, drank her milk, and slowly fell asleep. The last noise she heard before finally sinking into peaceful oblivion was Veronica screaming as she climaxed for the sixth time that night.

 

“That was incredible, Trunks,” Veronica said huskily as she was led to the front door. Trunks merely smiled at her, lost in his own thoughts.

 

“We'll definitely have to do that again sometime,” she stated before giving him a goodbye kiss and starting her car. Waving at Veronica's vanishing back, Trunks turned to enter the house and spotted the TV on. Walking quietly toward the living room, he reached for the remote when he realized what, or rather who, was in front of the TV.

 

Trina lay on the couch, one hand stretched above her head in a submissive gesture, while the other rested on the inside of her hip. She was wearing a white tank top that had ridden up to expose her creamy flesh and a pair of boxers. Her hair spilled around her in passionate disarray. In one word she looked beautiful. That's when he noticed the tear tracks on her face.

 

Trunks was washed away with guilt. He had done this. He had made her cry all because of his stupid pride and a need to put her in her place. She had only been trying to be a good friend. What have I done? I never meant to make you cry.

 

He'd brought Veronica back to his house on a whim. When he'd seen the stricken look on Trina's face, he'd thought of the perfect revenge. That's when he had led Veronica up to his bedroom. He knew she was a screamer. They had sex for four hours. He'd made sure to make as much noise as possible. Although getting Veronica to do what he wanted hadn't really been that hard.

 

Trunks felt like a jackass. Hadn't he just said yesterday that he should probably end it with her? Yesterday seemed like a long time ago now. Gently, he lifted Trina into his arms and carried her up the stairs cradled against his chest. He opened the door to her room and softly laid her on her bed, tucking the blanket around her small frame. He gently touched her cheek, causing the girl to turn into his touch. A soft smile graced his face. Quietly he left the room, taking one last look at her before heading to his room.

 

Trina woke up the next morning to the feeling of warmth. She was back in her bed. Her eyes grew wide as she bolted up, looking wildly around her. How had she ended up back here? Trunks must have carried her up. Which meant that he'd come downstairs sometime during the night. Probably to get a snack to keep his stamina, she thought with a bit of sadness.

 

Climbing from the bed she headed toward her bathroom. Turning the shower on, she cleaned herself up and washed her hair. Brushing her teeth, she combed her hair out before walking back into the bedroom and coming face to face with Trunks. Letting out a startled squeak, she made sure her towel was still in place before glowering at her intruder.

 

“What do you want,” she said coldly, all her anger and sadness from the night before coming forward.

 

“I came to tell you breakfast is ready,” he said huskily, his eyes roving over her scantily clad form. He imagined walking over and yanking the towel away while he ravaged her mouth. Or maybe he'd pin her to the wall and bury himself in her. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he looked up into the saddened eyes of his housemate.

 

“I'm not hungry,” she said glumly, breaking eye contact. She puttered around her room, taking out various articles of clothing to complete an outfit. Trunks silently walked behind her, placing his arms around her and stilling her hands. He brought her hands down to her sides while he settled his own around her waist. He could feel her tension.

 

“Trina, I'm sorry. I was an asshole last night. I never meant to hurt you like that; now will you come eat with me,” he pleaded softly. He felt her tension slowly ebb as she relaxed against him. Turning in his embrace, she softly hugged him, telling him without words that he was forgiven.

 

“I forgive you, but will you please leave so I can get dressed,” she whispered. Nodding his head, Trunks gave her one last hug before he exited her room. Hearing the doorbell, he went to see who could possibly be here this early. He opened the door to Veronica, a smile plastered across her face.

 

“Good morning, lover,” she trilled, standing up on tip toes to kiss him. Trunks hesitantly kissed her back when he felt a presence behind him. Breaking the kiss he turned into the stricken eyes of Trina. Fuck. He could already see the water gathering in her eyes, though he was proud to see that she refused to let them fall. Veronica seemed completely oblivious to the tension that permeated the air.

 

“Trunks, I have the greatest news,” Veronica exclaimed, “I have with me two tickets on a cruise. But you have to hurry and pack, the boat leaves in three hours.”

 

“Veronica, don't you think you could have told me a little sooner,” he demanded angrily.

 

“But I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't know till this morning that it was even going to happen,” she pouted. Sighing with resignation, Trunks quietly told her he would go up right now and pack, missing the triumphant smirk on Veronica's face as he turned away. Trina silently went to the kitchen, hoping to avoid the vile woman.

 

“You won't get him you know,” a female voice stated coldly from the kitchen entrance, “Trunks belongs to me.”

 

“I didn't realize that slavery was still active in the world,” Trina stated emotionlessly.

 

“Oh, give it a rest. He isn't going to go for you little Orphan Annie persona,” Veronica spat. Hearing someone coming down the stairs, she once again plastered a smile on her face and turned toward the point of their conversation. Hugging him enthusiastically, she said she'd wait in the car for him.

 

“I'll be back in a week,” he stated calmly. He could see how much this was costing her, but right now he didn't have a choice. He refused to embarrass Veronica when he broke it off with her. He wanted to do it somewhere private. Besides, he'd give her one last week of pleasure to compensate for its ending. Turning, he hopped into her car and sped away.