Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trina ❯ Makai Returns ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter Seven: Makai Returns

 

 

 

Trina sighed in exasperation. It had been two weeks since Veronica and her brother. The first few days, she had been satisfied with Trunks' unwavering comfort. But then she'd started to want more. She wanted him to take her and kiss her passionately. She wanted him to make love to her or fuck her against a wall (as long as it wasn't in the living room). She wanted to take showers together and make love while washing one another. But Trunks was being a stubborn jackass. He would only go so far as holding her, never truly intimately, more like a friend. She was beginning to wonder if her dream had been just that, a dream.

 

They'd been to the city quite a lot lately. She refused to stay home when Trunks went to work. He'd decided to hire her as his new secretary, earning her another shopping trip for “business attire.” She was good at her job, but she wished he'd tell her so once in awhile. His last secretary had been quite messy, and that was saying it nicely. The first three days working for him had been spent sorting through the mess, discarding useless junk and filing away anything important. He wouldn't even eat lunch with her anymore.

 

Thank god it's Saturday. Today they were going over to Bulma's for a picnic. She couldn't wait to see Bra. They'd luncheoned together almost everyday since she'd been hired, but there just wasn't enough time to play catch up in an hour. This picnic would afford them the opportunity to find out what had really been going on lately. Besides, she wanted to know if Pan and Uub were still together. Bra said they'd been fighting a lot lately, though nobody could figure out why.

 

I think I'll take a nap before we leave. She set her alarm clock for two hours and settled into her covers. Her mind was still running haywire, so she practiced meditative exercises, forcing the thoughts from her head to be replaced with nothing but emptiness. Slowly, her eyelids drifted closed before she slipped into oblivion.

 

She was in the garden again. She looked around her, but Makai was nowhere in sight. Sighing in frustration, she settled herself on the bench she'd used last time and waited. Quite a bit of time passed (at least it felt like it) when she heard footsteps. Glancing in the direction of the noise, she watched as Makai appeared before her. She was dressed exactly as she had been in the last dream. Smiling, Trina stood and faced her.

 

“Hello, Makai,” she said, pleasure laced in her voice.

 

“It is good to see you again, Trina. I see that the events you were tested by have come to pass, though Trunks still remains stubborn,” she said with consternation.

 

“You mean Veronica and her brother. Yes. Now I realize why you said `if I was strong enough to handle them.' It was pretty frightening.”

 

“Yes. I wish I could have told you, but then it might have ruined the future that you are supposed to experience. I think you know why I've returned to you,” she said with a smile.

 

“You're going to tell me how to seduce Trunks,” her excitement barely masked. Although, judging from Makai's smile, she probably hadn't hid much.

 

“Seduce is putting it rather strongly. I'm going to help you force him to confront his feelings.”

 

“I'm ready.”

 

“Then let us begin,” she trilled with mischievousness dancing in her eyes. Over what Trina felt was a few hours, though in reality it was probably only a few moments, Makai laid out her plan. She had to admit it was quite devilish. Trunks would definitely be in for a rude awakening. She smiled, the mischievous spark now lighting her eyes.

 

“Do you really think it will work?”

“Oh, honey, he'll be so jealous he won't know what to do with himself.”

 

“How exactly does Bra and Goten fit into this?”

“Well, ever since I visited you the first time, I've been sending Goten dreams of him and Bra together. Let us just say that he's been having a hard time controlling himself around her lately. Just take Bra with you when you put this plan into action, and she will do the rest.”

 

“Okay. Thank you, Makai.”

 

“It was my pleasure. Now, I believe it is time for us to part. Until next time,” she called as she faded from view. Trina felt the familiar tug toward consciousness, but this time she didn't fight it. The garden quickly faded from view as she was thrust toward waking.

 

Trina woke abruptly from her dream, a sly smile lighting her features. Trunks wasn't even close to prepared for what she had in store. Dressing in a pair of aqua Capri's and a bright green short sleeved shirt, she put on some flip flops and headed downstairs. Seeing Trunks eyeing her choice of shoes, she merely stuck her tongue out at him.

 

“You do know we're flying there, right,” he teased.

 

“I'm perfectly well aware of that. That's why I'm holding on to them until we get to Bulma's,” she said, with an air of hurt pride. The smile on her face belied her expression, though. They stepped outside, and Trunks wrapped his arms around her waist. They shot off, Trina laughing with joy. She loved when they flew.

 

Reaching Bulma's house a little while later, Trunks set her gently on the ground, holding her a few moments longer than necessary before letting her go. She smiled, keeping her face averted so he wouldn't realize she had noticed. Slipping her flip flops on, they made their way toward the lively group.

 

Vegeta was already complaining. The picnic had barely even started, but his glower said it all. Goku and Chichi were playing around like little kids, just as Videl and Gohan were. Pan and Uub were cuddling, an expression of complete bliss over being together evident on their faces. Goten was sulking, a clinging Paris attached to his arm. Bra was nowhere to be seen. Bulma ran to greet them.

 

“Trunks. Catrina. I'm so happy you made it,” she squealed like a little girl in a candy shop. Smiling brightly, Trina hugged the excited woman, asking where her daughter was. Pointing toward the house, Bulma turned toward her son and threw her arms around an embarrassed Trunks, causing him to blush.

 

Smiling slightly as she headed into the kitchen, Trina looked for Bra's figure. Not seeing her, she headed deeper into the beautiful interior. She finally heard some angry muttering coming from a room down the hall. Walking toward the noise, she flung open the door to an enraged Bra.

 

“…jackass had to bring that bitch,” she spat.

 

“So I see you noticed Goten brought Paris,” she said mischievously, eliciting a growl from the blue-haired female.

 

“I can't believe he brought her. I wish I could just punch her pretty nose,” she spat.

 

“I have a better idea. Why don't you just steal him from her,” she asked.

 

“What do you mean,” she asked, a spark of hope in her eyes.

 

“I have an idea,” she grinned. She quickly explained her plan to Bra, whose face kept getting happier and happier. Letting out a shriek, she flung her arms around Trina, hugging her tightly.

 

“That's perfect. I even know the perfect time,” she yelled.

 

“I'm listening,” Trina said calmly.

 

“Paris is leaving on Monday for a two week business trip. We could do it this Friday night,” she exclaimed.

 

“That is great,” she said excitedly. Finalizing their plans, the two girls exited the house to join the gathered friends and family for some fun. Bra, Pan, and Trina laughed and talked over the next several hours. Pan and Bra told Trina about their embarrassing childhood moments, while Trina told them of her awkward teenage years. She hadn't had this much fun in ages. When it came time to leave, she was almost sad it had come to such a halt. Hugging and waving goodbye, she and Trunks headed home. She had some arrangements to make for Friday night. Smiling slyly she hoped Friday would hurry up and get there.