Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trina ❯ Growing Closer ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter Six: Growing Closer

 

 

 

Trunks had been home for three days, and Trina could tell something was bothering him. Little did she know that he'd told Veronica that maybe it was time for some space, pissing the woman off. She still didn't know how much longer she could wait for Trunks to make a move. Every day around him was torture. Not being able to touch him or love him like she wanted was slowly eating away at her soul.

 

“Trina, I've got to go over to Bra's. Veronica called saying Bra had asked her to call me when they ran into each other yesterday. I'll be back in a couple of hours,” Trunks said, bringing her back from her thoughts. Nodding her head in the affirmative, she watched Trunks fly off. She'd had an uncomfortable feeling all day, and with Trunks gone, her apprehension was growing ten fold.

 

Trina decided to busy herself around the house. It needed a good cleaning. Changing into a pair of boxers and a blue tank top, she tied her hair up and set to work. She thought the kitchen would be the best place to start. An hour later, she heard the doorbell ring. Dusting herself off, she went to welcome whoever had come calling. She wasn't happy with who was on the other side.

 

“Hello, dear,” Veronica sneered. A man was standing behind her, obviously her brother. He could be called handsome, but like his sister he was cold. He, too, had blond hair cut short with hazel eyes. He was roughly six foot three, give or take an inch with a lot of muscle. Whereas Trunks looked more lean than bulky, this man looked like he didn't know what a neck was.

 

“What do you want, Veronica,” she spat. She didn't have to welcome the bitch in if she didn't want to. With Trunks gone, she took control of who came and went. Seeing an absolutely evil look cross Veronica's face, she took an involuntary step backward. It gave Veronica the leverage she needed. Her brother barged his way into the house, grabbing Trina and carrying her struggling form into the living room. Veronica closed the door behind her.

 

“I believe it's time to teach you a lesson,” Veronica whispered. She walked into the living room and saw her brother struggling with the errant female. Coming up behind them, she hit Trina on the back of the head just enough to stun her. It provided her brother just enough time to immobilize the girl.

 

Trina didn't know what to do. Right now, she was too dizzy to release a spell, but she feared that if she waited any longer it would be too late. Saying a spell under her breath, she released the energy from her hands, throwing Veronica's brother back a few feet. She ran toward the stairs, hoping to lock herself in her room until Trunks returned. She was five feet from the stairs when a hulking figure tackled her from behind. She braced her hands against the bottom stair to prevent her head from hitting it, though her arms protested loudly. She felt herself being lifted and taken back to the living room.

“So I see we have a feisty one,” Veronica laughed evilly. Her brother pinned the little female to the wall, holding her hands above her head so she couldn't attack him again. He looked to his sister for permission, for what Trina didn't want to know. Seeing the slight nod from Veronica, he placed both of her hands into one of his, keeping them pinned to the wall, while his other went to the edge of her tank top and ripped it open, exposing her bra clad breasts. Trina let out a horrified whimper. He wouldn't. Surely Veronica couldn't be that evil, she thought fearfully.

 

Veronica's brother ran his hand over Trina's breasts, roughly squeezing her nipples between his fingers. He then brought his hand to the hem of her boxers, sweeping them to her ankles before he lifted her up and pinned her to the wall again, this time with his body pressed intimately against hers. With her hands immobilized, she wouldn't be able to defend herself. She was at the mercy of these lunatics. He ran his hand to her mound, cupping it and rubbing against it fiercely. She cried out in fear and revulsion. She didn't want this man's hands on her. Struggling against his hold only served to excite him more. He ripped her panties from her, making the fear in Trina grow. Trunks, please get back here quick.

 

Trunks landed outside of Bra's apartment door. Her apartment faced a spectacular view of a lake, woods surrounding it. Knocking loudly, he heard her yell she'd be right there. He smiled a little. His sister was just like their mother sometimes. Hearing the soft footsteps of his sister, he waited for her to open the door.

 

“Trunks, what are you doing here,” she asked, confusion evident in her face.

 

“Veronica told me you wanted to see me,” he said.

 

“Why would I tell Veronica that I wanted to see you,” she spat, her dislike of the girl obvious in her voice and the disgusted look on her face. Trunks felt apprehension start to take hold.

 

“She said she ran into you yesterday, and you told her that you wanted to see me,” he whispered.

 

“Trunks, I don't know what lie that bitch told you, but if I wanted to see you, I'd would have either called you or talked to Trina about it,” she answered. She was starting to get slightly annoyed with him.

 

“Besides, if I saw Veronica I'd be more likely to pu…,” she started as Trunks turned and flew from her porch.

 

“Trunks! What's wrong with you,” she yelled. Growling in frustration, she slammed the door and walked back into the kitchen. She needed to finish cooking lunch before she went to see her mother.

 

Trunks powered up, increasing his speed in his rush to get back to his house. He had a bad feeling. Why would Veronica lie to him? Was she trying to get him out of the house? Why? The questions continued to plague his mind as his house came into view. Putting in an extra burst of speed, he landed outside his front door. Veronica's car was parked in his driveway. Cautiously opening his door, he quietly closed it behind him, creeping forward into his house. What he saw caused anger to swell within him.

 

Veronica was standing off to the side, watching some man try to rape Trina. He was unbuckling his pants, Trina held immobile by his bulk. Veronica was laughing, obviously taunting Trina. Trunks let out a growl.

 

Tears started to fall from Trina's eyes. Never had she thought she would be in this position. She was going to be raped and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Veronica's brother positioned himself at her entrance, giving her a sadistic smile as he prepared to ram into her, before he was flung from her body. She fell to the ground, curling herself into a ball, looking up at who had saved her.

 

Trunks was blocking her from the man's view, protecting her once again. She saw Veronica run to him, giving him some story about how she couldn't stop her brother. He was just too strong she said. Trunks glared coldly at her. Her brother tried to charge him, but he merely lifted the man up by his neck, not even fazed at the weight, and carried him to the front door where he promptly threw him into the nearest tree, knocking him out.

 

“Get out Veronica,” he said coldly.

 

“But Trunks, I couldn't do anything,” she whined, her eyes filling with fake tears.

 

“Leave now, or I'll throw you into the tree by your brother, understand. Furthermore, if I ever so much as glimpse you walking near me or Trina again, let alone coming here, I won't hesitate to beat you into a bloody pulp just like I want to do with your brother,” he state emotionlessly. Veronica gasped in shock and fear before running from the house. She quickly lugged her brother to her car, dumping him in before starting up and driving away.

 

Trina watched Trunks quietly close the front door, turning to walk to where she was stilled curled up. Kneeling down, he looked her in the eye, silently asking if she was alright. Flinging her arms around his neck, she started to sob into his chest in relief and remembered fear. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, cradling her against his strong form. He rocked and soothed her until her sobs quieted down to little hiccups before he nudged her away from him, once again looking into her eyes.

 

“What happened,” he asked angrily, though she knew the anger wasn't directed toward her. So she told him. She told him about Veronica's arrival and her capture. She told him about her run for freedom and her recapture. And she told him about what that man had done to her, fresh tears filling her eyes.

 

“Oh Trunks I was so scared,” she cried, once more seeking comfort from his strong form.

 

“I'm just sorry I didn't get here sooner,” he whispered guiltily.

“Trunks, you didn't know she planned this. I don't want you to blame yourself, please,” she cried, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. He gently hugged her too him, burying his nose into her neck and breathing in her scent. He could smell that bastard on her. Growling quietly in rage, he picked Trina up and headed for the stairs.

 

“Trunks, where are we going,” she asked, her head cocked in a curious manner.

 

“I'm taking you upstairs so you can wash that bastard off you,” he growled.

 

“Oh. Good. I don't want the feel of him on me anymore, much less his scent,” she said angrily, her eyes flashing. Trunks let out a bark of laughter at her fierce outburst, earning a shocked squeak from the female in his arms. It hadn't even been two minutes ago she was scared, and now her fiery spirit was once again present. He deposited her at her bathroom door and excused himself. Trina eagerly washed her body, scrubbing away the man's scent and replacing it with her own. Finishing, she dressed in a comfortable pair of Capri pajamas with a spaghetti strap top before heading downstairs.

 

She walked in on Trunks cooking dinner. Smiling, she helped set out the plates and silverware, getting drinks ready and serving dishes out. Settling themselves at the table, they ate their meal in companionable silence. They rethought the last few hours they'd experienced, one with mounting anger just starting to take hold, the other in full blown rage. Trunks almost wished he'd ripped the guys head off, though he supposed Trina wouldn't like him being charged with murder and Veronica wouldn't like a dead brother.

 

After dinner was over and they'd cleaned the kitchen, they decided to watch some movies. Settling on the couch, Trunks leaning against the armrest with a couple of pillows behind him and Trina resting against chest between his legs, they started their first movie. Hours later, sufficiently tired, he shut the TV off and looked at the woman resting against him. She was asleep, her face softened into a worry free mask. He smiled gently as he cradled her into his arms and carried her up to her room. Placing her on her bed, he turned to leave when a hand on his wrist stopped him.

 

“Please, can I sleep with you tonight? I'd feel more comfortable,” she whispered pleadingly. Smiling, Trunks once more picked her up and carried her into his room, placing her in the middle of the bed before climbing in behind her. Placing one arm snuggly under her breasts, and the other pillowing her head he drew her back against his chest and allowed himself to fall into the land of dreams.

 

Trina felt safe. She could feel Trunks muscled chest pressed intimately against her own, but instead of frightening and revolting her as the man's body had, his only aroused and comforted her. Smiling gently, she entwined her fingers with his own, leaning fully against him before she joined her Saiyan protector in sleep.