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Chapter Nine

The uneasiness I felt soon bubbled up as I soon found myself kneeling before the toilet as the partly digested contents of last night’s evening snack came back up. In this moment, I felt I had no control over my body anymore. This was the start of the dread morning sickness I’d heard so much about from Usagi and found mine had been triggered by the smell of eggs. Pushing up, I felt it had passed while I took care of giving the toilet another flush before taking care of the bad taste in my mouth. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror without feeling disgusted at how I was starting to change. Livingston compared my records to show the weight I lost in Tokyo had began to come back but in other places. The significance of having twins, she had explained, was I would gain weight and grow quicker than most women. Already at the eight weeks mark I could see the start of a bump and didn’t know what I would do. I’d been in nightgowns for over the past week and didn’t know if any of my pants would fit. The idea of buying a new wardrobe didn’t appeal to me while I began to think it all over.

Everything was happening too fast and too much at once. I’d found the truth behind the situation stemming with Motoki, ran into a fast marriage, and now was already expecting. My life felt on fast forward and I hadn’t even stopped to think about any before stepping forward. Was my dreams and wishes to be a mother so important that I would look past all sense of thinking about a decision before following through? I was starting to believe that us having children this quick was going to be a mistake, especially with all the loose ends that were dangling and swarming around us. I still had my own issues to deal with, but this new equation was beginning to make life difficult. The usual ways I used to vent my anger were locked away and I found myself beginning to pace or pick up different habits to try to cope with the stress.

A soft knock at the door pulled my mind away from my thoughts as I let out a long sigh and dried my hands before opening. Trunks watched me carefully, and I was beginning to feel irritated at how he analyzed me so much.

“Is there something different you’d like from the kitchens?” he asked in a low tone. I shook my head and pushed out of the bathroom.

“It’s fine,” I answered and took my seat back at the bistro. I could feel his eyes on me while he slowly resumed reading his paper before eating. I picked at my plate and found my eyes wandering to his warm steaming cup of coffee that was teasing me. I couldn’t have my usual breakfast since caffeine wasn’t good for my body and felt that was where my mild irritation had steamed from: being denied my usual habits. Finishing my breakfast, I leaned back to look outside as the storm had come to halt giving us a clean morning while workers moved around the palace shoveling snow off used pathways. Ra shoved his muzzle under my hand and gained my usual attention. It was calming to have him take my thoughts away as I blankly stared out the window in peace. Feeling as if I dazed out, I lifted my eyes to find Trunks staring at me intently while he seemed to be studying my new habits.

“Is there anything you’d like before I leave?” asked Trunks, surprising me by his question. I just pushed up a soft smile.

“I’ll be fine, I still have to decide what to wear to dinner,” I answered, watching him casually stay put in his sit while staring at me for a moment longer. Finally, he pushed up to his feet, gave me a soft kiss and left to work in his office. After the accident, he’d managed to request work to have all his documents sent to his office and only left for meetings. It felt strange for him to be home and yet, I never saw him until the evening. Letting out a sigh, I began the mundane task of going through my clothing while feeling disappointed I couldn’t find anything I wanted to wear for the dinner party. It was going to be a formal social event but yet, nothing was pleasing.

“May I make a suggestion?” I turned my head to gaze surprised at Kaspar holding a dress on a hanger. I watched his movements carefully as he placed the hanger on the hook near the door. Being in these closed quarters was making me uncomfortable and I could tell Kaspar picked up on those vibes as he kept his distance. I looked over the dress and couldn’t help but feel a sigh push through me. I didn’t know how he did it but he managed to find something I liked.

“Thank you,” I uttered and felt my eyes stay on the warm knee length green fabric set in a Modern Greek mythology style with jewel encrusted straps.

“May I speak freely your highness?” Kaspar asked, his brown eyes curiously brought to my face. I gave a nod, feeling my mouth unable to work while I was curious what he wanted to speak of. “It feels like you’re being caged.”

“It is for my own safety,” I replied, feeling my brow push together in anger. I felt my mind flash to Caspian as my fist clenched in agitation. Kaspar closed in and touched my balled hand, surprising me at the sudden contact as my fingers unclenched. My breath held when he brought the hand up to his lips gently. I felt frozen as I felt his eyes drawing me in.

“No one should trap something meant to be free,” he whispered, a chill pushing up. I couldn’t help but feel confused and began to close off. I didn’t jerk my hand away but instead let out a sigh as my acting skills pushed up. Maybe this would get him to leave me be and go back to Cairo if I told him early.

“I appreciate your concern, but please understand these extra safety concerns are here for a reason. I’m carrying our heirs,” I admitted and found his brows lift in surprise. Kaspar pressed another soft kiss against my fingers before gently letting them slide from his hand.

“Congratulations your highness,” he spoke, the corners of his mouth pulling upward for the first time but I couldn’t help but notice the pain pushing up in his eyes. Why did I feel so horrible? Kaspar had followed me on his own accord…it was inevitable that he would have seen something like this happening while he stayed in the shadows. Although I didn’t know the outcome if he would have told me, I do feel it would have been different. I would have looked at him differently instead of like a…friend. I couldn’t help but feel the budding disappointment as I felt my mind finally tell me where Kaspar sat. I looked at him like a friend instead of as an advisor or assistant. He had been there to help me with the difficulties of palace life, and made it possible to still have some freedoms instead of being weighed down by the workload.

I was disappointed and angry he hadn’t told me that I felt our relations up until now meant nothing, until he had started changing his normal closed off demeanor. Even with the new news, I knew I didn’t want to lose our close friendship and knew the boundaries would change when he finally decided to tell me the truth.

“Makoto I—” Trunks’ voice cut off when he opened the door to see Kaspar and I in the closet. I watched his eyes narrow while he analytically looked between us and how close Kaspar stood near me. At the coldness in Trunks’ eyes, I knew I could never tell him I knew the truth about Kaspar. There was too much tension and jealousy behind his stiff posture that I knew it would be disastrous. Kaspar seemed to know the routine and gave a slight bow to Trunks before exiting. I watched Trunks keep his gaze on Kaspar before his hardened eyes were turned back on me.

“Don’t give me that look,” I felt my voice burst out while I moved into full defense. Trunks looked calm as I let out an aggravated sigh. “If you have something to say, then say it instead of speculating and analyzing the situation for more than it’s worth.”

Trunks was still quiet as he watched me; his lean form filling the doorway while I felt those blue eyes harden as he continued to analyze. My aggravation was rising while different emotions bubbled through me. First it had been anger and irritation, and now I felt a fit of tears wanting to push up…what was wrong with me?

“Makoto, I’ve never liked Kaspar but have given you the benefit of the doubt that nothing has or could occur between you. At times, it can be hard to see you two alone,” Trunks admitted, his voice dropping to a strange gruffness. I felt I understood and gave him a nod while another sigh pushed up as I placed my hand on my hip. “I was going through the finances and found a strange sum transferred to your account in Tokyo that wasn’t accounted for.”

“It must have been from when Motoki bought me out for the business,” I replied, watching him nod and felt a strangeness push through him at the mention of Motoki’s name.

“Thank you,” he responded and left briskly. I couldn’t help but feel alone while my emotions and mind seemed to go in all different directions. Maybe I was right in thinking we’d move too quickly…Trunks had been excited at the news, but he hadn’t touched me like he used to. Did that ‘honey moon’ phase already pass? I couldn’t help but feel the doubt and dread building in my stomach while I waited for our dinner party to begin. The more I tried to preoccupy the thoughts away, the more I found them coming back. Starting early, I carefully dressed and took extra precautions to try and look my best. I let my hair fall over my shoulders in their natural curls, giving me an appearance of being young and youthful. Adding my usual moisturizer to my skin, I felt happy I didn’t need make-up to feel beautiful when I relied on what I had. The gown Kaspar picked out did wondered with my figure, but I noticed my bosom was already starting to swell. With the empire waist, the cloth hung loosely around my curves that hid the bump nicely in the pleats. Slipping on a pair of matching green heels, I felt ready for the excitement that would soon come.

Bulma, Vegeta, Goku, Chi Chi, and Goten were our main guests of the evening, of course with Caspian and his surprise guest he was bringing this evening. I felt bad my fellow senshi couldn’t make it but knew it was all for the best. I would be able to tell them at a later time. Exiting our room, I began to wonder the halls to find the formal drawing room that was close to our dining hall; with the small amount of guests, a more intimate setting was given. In the drawing room I found Vegeta standing stiffly by the fire and couldn’t help but almost chuckle at how stern he looked. Before I could greet him, I was stopped by the voice of Bulma coming down the hall.

“It isn’t like Trunks to offer a dinner party, it must have something to do with Makoto. I bet she’s bringing him out to all sorts of events instead of letting him stay in that dreadful office working all day,” she commented. Bulma and Goten entered the drawing room and I saw a flash of a grin from Goten, likely knowing the news, before Bulma raced to wrap her warm arms around my shoulders. “It’s lovely to see you Makoto, you look radiant!”

I couldn’t help but feel a warm smile push up to my mouth as I hugged Bulma back.

“Thank you and I’m glad you were all able to make it,” I answered, and then received a hug from Goten before we took our seats near the fire. Vegeta kept his back turned to us while he seemed to be looking into the warm fire.

“How is your shoulder dear? I heard there was a hunting accident?” asked Bulma and I noticed Vegeta snorted at the statement. I couldn’t help but give a small smile and moved my hair to the side to show her the closed scar.

“It’s fine, just was a surprise; it was worth it since I was able to take Osiris out,” I answered, watching her eyes sparkle as a grin pulled up.

“That is great, I’m glad Trunks was able to pick out two wonderful horses,” Bulma began before quipping a look at Vegeta. “Saiyans don’t normally ride horses, but I was able to talk him into buying them just in case you wanted to go out for a ride…perhaps it was a bad idea after all.”

“Oh no, it was a lovely idea,” I quickly commented, finding Bulma lifting her spirits up again. I could tell by her comment that she was beginning to blame herself for my injury. “I enjoyed riding while I was in Tokyo but had hardly any time for it. Now that I’m not preoccupied with my business, I’m able to spend my time enjoying other hobbies.”

“Oh, your business? What was it?” asked Bulma while I noticed Goten got up to mix some before-dinner drinks.

“I owned a florist shop for a while, but gave it up when I moved here,” I explained. “Perhaps I’ll continue a part of my business at a later time after we are more balanced here.”

“Have you two discussed your plans for children?” asked Bulma suddenly as I felt my tongue caught while a blush pushed into my cheeks. Before I could answer, I was saved by the arrival of Trunks himself as I watched Vegeta give some attention to the room.

“Our last guest will be here soon,” Trunks announced and made his way through the room with greetings. I watched in interest at the strange father-son relation while Vegeta gave eye contact enough to give a nod before keeping his back turned to the rest of the group. Trunks moved to my side and I felt his warm hand encompass mine. I couldn’t help but smile at Trunks, but felt it falter when I saw Kaspar enter by the doorway. Was something the matter? I moved to deal with the issue but found Trunks instead taking my place to speak in a low tone to Kaspar. Were they beginning to get along? I watched Kaspar nod before Trunks made his way back to lean close to my ear. “It seems that Caspian’s guest was unprepared for a formal dinner and asked for your help with finding a proper gown.”

“I’ll take care of it.” As I was leaving the drawing room, Caspian entered but not before giving me a warm smile. I pushed down my anger and disgust but instead gave a small smile while I continued on my way. Entering my quarters, I found Kaspar waiting by the French doors while a woman smoking a cigarette’s back with turned to me. I knew if I picked out a dress it would have to be something I wouldn’t mind letting her keep; the idea of having cigarette smoke on my clothing. “Have you chosen something?”

“No your highness,” Kaspar answered, and I watched how closed off he seemed. I waited while the woman finished smoking on the balcony before coming back in. I was surprised to see her long dark hair in beautiful wavy curls, and bright blue eyes as she pushed up a sly smile.

“It is an honor to meet you your highness,” her smooth voice spoke as she made her way across the room. I couldn’t help but notice her form fitting red dress that was a little too short and the top a little too low as it showed off her curves once she took of her long white fur coat. Kaspar took her coat as I felt her arms wrap around me in a hug. “I’m Jacqueline Moore, but everyone calls me Jackie.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, please call me Makoto,” I answered, pushing up a smile as I watched her look around the large bedroom.

“Such a beautiful place, who designed it?” she asked, before she looked over her shoulder to give me a broad smile.

“His highness did,” I stated proudly, and watched her nod while continuing to look around everything. “If you’ll follow me, I’ll lead you to the closet and we can find something else.”

“Thank you,” Jackie said as we moved through the bathroom and into the closet. She took a seat at the vanity table while I managed to find a dress that I thought would be complimenting to her beautiful figure and matched her eyes. It was a dress I’d originally bought for Ami but had never sent it out, but at least it would go to some good use. Handing the knee length blue and white gown to her, I watched how her mouth smirked as she looked at it before giving a polite nod. It wasn’t flashy but would give her curves the compliments in the right places; at least I was lucky she was wearing white heels to go with the gown since I was sure we didn’t wear the same shoe size. Immediately she started changing before I could leave only to give a giggle. “It’s alright, we’re both women Makoto.”

After she had slipped into the dress, I saw her looking at herself while she tested out a few hairstyle of deciding to keep it up to down.

“Feel free to use what you need,” I offered, watching her glowing blue eyes stare at me from the vanity before another smile pushed up as she slid into the seat.

“Would you help me put it up Makoto?” she asked, a bright smile pushing up. I gave a nod and moved through the familiar motions I felt with my friends. We used to help each other with our hair since it was easier and quicker to get ready. In the middle of pinning her hair up, my eyes suddenly stopped at the nape of her neck where I felt my heart suddenly drop…there was an outlined bite mark that looked like a scar. I couldn’t help but feel a chill push through me as my stomach did summersaults; I dropped what I was doing while I managed to make it to the toilet again. I felt my hair held back and was thankful for whoever helped me in this moment.

Even after flushing, I felt the sickness still in the pit of my stomach while the questions pushed through me. Obviously she came with Caspian but then why did she had the same mark Trunks left on me? There were only a handful of Saiyans that could leave that mark…so which one of them did it? A calming hand carefully rubbed my back as I slowly became cautious of where I was and who I was with. Peeking up, I saw Kaspar crouched by my side with a soft gaze.

“Are you alright your highness?” he asked warmly near my ear. I gave a small nod as he let my hair go and straightened it out with his fingers. “Are ready to stand?”

I gave another nod and felt Kaspar behind to help me to my feet; I didn’t know how much I was shaking until I stood and leaned against the wall for a moment. Taking in a few deep breaths, I moved to the sink to freshen up but couldn’t help but see Jackie’s glowing eyes examining me.

“Are you alright?” she asked, but I could tell her voice didn’t really care. I gave a nod while I finished up, but not without noticing how attentive Kaspar was.

“Morning sickness hits randomly,” I answered and was able to see her eyes flash but not before noticing a ruffled flare to her body; why did she look so angry? Quickly Jackie pushed her emotions under wraps before giving a broad smile.

“Congratulations Makoto,” Jackie’s voice was sickeningly sweet. I gave a silent nod as we walked from the bathroom, Kaspar close to my elbow. Quietly we walked back to the drawing room where Kaspar finally stopped at the door as we entered. I couldn’t help but notice all eyes turned to us as we entered, finding the hardness suddenly push to Trunks’ face, Goten shocked and nearly dropping his drink, and Vegeta turning from the fire with a cold face. I felt Jackie hook her arm in mine as we moved forward. “Sorry we’re late, I wasn’t prepared for a formal dinner.”

Bulma sadly looked at me but managed to push up a small smile…what was going on? Caspian moved from his seat to greet us first, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek before wrapping an arm around his date.

“Let’s get this dinner party started,” Caspian began, looking too enthusiastic. I knew there was something wrong by the way him and Jackie were smiling so brightly. I was starting to see how dark he could be and wondered what he was up to. Calmly I took a seat next to Trunks and lightly squeezed his hand, watching his cold attention snap to me and slightly soften.

“Are you alright?” I whispered, feeling left out of the circle. I was the only one in the room that didn’t know what they were hiding. Trunks gave me a soft smile and pressed a kiss on my temple, a surprise pushing through me at his show of affection.

“How long do you plan on staying in Satan City,” Goten asked suddenly to Caspian while he took a seat with Jackie on another couch.

“Not long, I will be leaving in a few days,” Caspian commented as he pressed his lips to Jackie’s hand. I felt a chill push through me when I saw Jackie look over at us, her eyes mainly targeting Trunks. I didn’t like the way her eyes pinned in on him and I felt him stiffen. “Hopefully Jackie will be coming back to Cairo with me. I’m sure Makoto could attest to how beautiful it is.”

I was dragged into the conversation unwillingly and pushed up a slight smile with a nod. Thinking of Cairo, I pull up the best compliments of my visit.

“Cairo is beautiful, especially this time of year,” I commented, trying to slip out of the conversation. “The warmth, tropical gardens, and beautiful palace that has been in Caspian’s family for centuries. I believe it is one of the few places where a palace is still used for its monarch.”

“I’m always amazed at how Makoto researches a place before visiting, that’s how she caught my eye from the start,” Caspian commented and I felt my throat tighten. Oh goodness, this was taking a turn for the worse. Trunks was going to find out that Caspian was trying to court me for a year that I was with Motoki.

“Sounds like Cairo is a magical place,” Bulma commented with a broad smile and I found Caspian grin while his smoldering eyes gazed across the room just for me. I felt sickened at how his charm tried to trap me but brushed it off.

“It is, but I believe not magical enough since she turned down my proposal twice,” Caspian finally blurted out. I was beginning to fume as I felt the tension rising in the room and Trunks stiffen. I was frightened to even look him in the eyes. “But I guess no matter how charming I was she wouldn’t break her current engagement to accept mine. I even gave her Kaspar as a gift in hopes she would.”

I felt my air suck in as I leaned back and felt my posture begin to crumble. This was turning into an explosive dinner party. I didn’t know what else to say to his words and felt my hand starting to pull away from Trunks’ tightening grip. If he squeezed any tighter, I knew my hand would be crushed. I had to escape, and knew this would be a time to make up an excuse.

“Excuse me, I need a little air,” I began and pushed to my feet to escape outside. Just as I was to the door, I stopped dead as Jackie spoke.

“Oh dear, that morning sickness is awful,” she commented. I looked over my shoulder to find Trunks blazing and Bulma surprised at the sudden news.

“Please excuse me, I need to take care of my wife,” Trunks almost growled as he moved forward. I could see the anger rolling through him as he opened the door and helped me through with a hand on the small of my back. As soon as I heard the door click closed, Trunks took my hand and practically drug me down the hall. We ducked into the closest room that happened to be the dining room where the maids paused setting up before skittering out. “I believe there are a few things we need to discuss.”

“More than a few,” I countered, feeling my own anger and dread pushing up. I needed answers about that bite mark. If we were going to talk, then I was going to start at the root of the problem. “I can see the way she looks at you, who is she? I’m the only one that doesn’t seem to know who she is.”

“I told you about her in the airport, but never suspected to see her again or here of all places,” Trunks began. I felt my shoulders slump and the emotion budding into my eyes. I knew immediately where that bite mark came from then. It was his, and I felt how hard it hit me in the chest realizing what that meant. I felt his hand gently lift my chin but jerked it away angrily and pushed his hands off.

“Don’t…I don’t want you to touch me,” I pushed out, managing to keep my tears at bay while I stared at the floor. If what he told me was true, then he hadn’t upheld his family’s tradition of being with their mate for the rest of their lives. It made me wonder if there was anyone else that Trunks had bit and given that line to. The more I thought about it, the more I was beginning to hate him. I couldn’t believe I fell for that boyish charm or those too sweet words. “We rushed into this…this was all a mistake.”

“Makoto…” I felt his voice soften but knew it was true. We hardly knew anything about each other…but what hurt the most was the lying. He lied to me when I asked him if he chose me…he hadn’t chosen me, but someone else. I fell for him quickly and now I felt all those new feels beginning to be ripped away as the pain of heartache set in. It was too soon, everything was slipping out of my hands like putty. Was I cursed to live a loveless life?

“I wonder if your father can smell it too, how you have two mates in the same room,” I stated and finally jerked my head up to stare him in the eyes. I wanted to see his face when he knew I figured it out. I felt I hit the nail on the head the moment I saw his jaw tighten and eyes begin to close off; it was true. I didn’t know if I could forgive him after being lied to but I knew I wasn’t innocent either but to this extent? This relationship was already starting with a horrible start; how could we move forward with so much holding us back already? I needed time to deeply think about the position we were already in. “Did you build this for her too?”

“Yes, I did,” Trunks admitted. I felt like I was going to throw up at how easily he admitted it. I need some time to think about this…it was too much at once. I let out a long sigh.

“I’ll be sleeping in a guest room,” I felt my voice manage up as I looked up to see how dark his face was. Trunks moved to touch me but I flinched and took a step back. I wouldn’t have it any other way; if I was going to sit down and think about all that had happened, then I needed to be out of that room. Being in this palace made my skin crawl knowing he had built and designed this all for her, all out of that love he felt for another. How could he be jealous if I wore a gown that was for Motoki when we lived in somewhere that would forever hold his heart attached to that pain?

“No, I’ll leave,” Trunks offered but I shook my head.

“I don’t want you sleeping in your office, it’s too cruel,” I managed out, and felt my heart continuing to sink. I knew I felt heartbroken after hearing him out, but worse of all I wanted to know what his father thought of the situation. If it was against their tradition to have two mates picked, then what would happen to us? Would the traditions on Earth not withhold? “Since it is your family’s traditions, I suggest speaking with your father before we decide our next step.”

“Makoto, I want to know what next step you’re thinking of.” I swallowed and felt his eyes capture mine. I knew I couldn’t hide that truth from him and let out a sigh.

“Estrangement.” The moment the words pushed up, I watched the disappointment push into his eyes as he too sighed. This time, when his hand reached out to touch my face I didn’t flinch as he gently touched my cheek with saddened eyes he tried to keep guarded. Leaning in, he gently pressed his lips against my forehead.

“If that is what you wish,” Trunks whispered and pulled away to go back to the drawing room. I felt the coldness set in on my bones while I shakily took a seat at the table. I couldn’t help but feel the tears finally push up heavily now that he was gone as my barriers started to crumble. I never thought we would be pushed to this point, or I would be trapped within a marriage. I had the children to think of now and knew that whatever decision his father came to we would have to live to it. Now I understood now what Caspian meant when he said he would bring up a secret Trunks was hiding. Were there more? Everyone had their secrets, but not to the extent of lying or jeopardizing their relationship with someone they married.

Pulling myself together, I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand and focused on breathing; I needed to calm down. I was stressing out instead of letting Trunks take handle of the situation while I thought of what would happen next. I meant it when I spoke those traditional vows, and I knew I needed to stay by his side through all of this until his father came to a decision. It was the right thing to do as a wife, and I wasn’t about to shuck my duties. I had my doubts and I couldn’t help but be honest with him; if the worst case scenario happened, I would ask for estrangement. Moving through the back way to avoid the main halls, I pushed into our chambers feel tired and hungry. Lazily slipping off my heels and letting my dress fall to the ground, I slipped under the covers and hugged my pillow close while I closed my eyes to just be.

I didn’t know how long I lain down but when I opened my eyes it was already past dark and I felt someone petting my hair softly. Startled, my senses perked up as I peeked over my shoulder to see Bulma warmly smiling down.

“Marriage will never go smoothly, it’s always a work in progress,” Bulma began, her soft soothing voice filled with motherly tenderness; something I didn’t remember or experienced. I felt hypnotized by her voice while I hung onto her advice. “Being married to a Saiyan is even more difficult since strength, pride, power, and dominance is in their blood. I still know my husband misses his planet, which can make it difficult at times, but I am willing to let him go off and brood until he’s ready to come back home. At the end of the day, it’s how you feel in your heart, not the events that have built up.”

I knew she was more than right while she continued to softly pet my hair and stare softly down at me. I was trying to think while gazing up at the ceilings but found her words pulling at all the jumbling emotions. There were so many questions I wanted answered.

“What about Jackie?” I asked, watching Bulma pause in her moments before slowly letting out a sigh.

“That isn’t something you should worry with, Vegeta is taking care of it,” Bulma offered with a slight sad smile. I couldn’t help but worry thinking of what Vegeta would do to remedy the situation. Letting out a sigh I watched Bulma pull up a smile as she watched me sit up; I couldn’t help but hold the blanket to my chest when I realized I crawled in bed in just my under garments. “Have you started showing yet? I figured with how tall you are it would take some time but with twins it can be strange.”

“I feel like it’s noticeable,” I offered, letting the sheet drop to give Bulma a view of my stomach. A bright smile pushed to her face as she gently touched my abdomen before leaning in to press her head against it. I couldn’t help but giggle at her hair tickling my belly before she pulled back and handed me a robe on the bed.

“It’s more than time to eat,” Bulma offered as I slipped out to follow her to the couch where a television set her been brought in on a cart as well as a cart of food. “My favorite thing to eat when I was pregnant with Trunks was chocolate covered strawberries. I thought I was going to get huge, but somehow it was one big baby. Sometimes I think if it wasn’t for those strawberries he wouldn’t have had an ounce of sweetness in him.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at her theory as she pulled the lid off the tray only for me to see random delights littering it.

“Thank you very much Bulma,” I sincerely said, feeling the smile not leave my cheeks. Together we sat as she pulled the tray up while pressing the controller for the television.

“That’s what I’m here for dear,” Bulma offered, giving me a sense of comfort as she looked through the channels for a movie. “Eat up, we’re going to have some women time watching sappy romance movies.”

I couldn’t help but giggle thinking of my friends and how we all gathered for the weekends to watch romantic movies. This was what I needed was a little bonding and something to take my mind off things. Bulma knew the trick as she pulled out the motherly card and held me while we watched the movies…in the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder if this was what having a mother really felt like or where Trunks had gone.
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