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Snatched-Rewrite	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 2815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nine
Trunks didn't know if he could open his eyes since he felt like his head had been hit by a freight train. Groaning, he sat up and let out a long sigh while the throbbing in his temples and ears subsided. It'd been a long time since he'd drank like that and regretted not remembering half the night. He didn't remember how he got home but knew it had to have been Goten since that was who he called last. Skipping lunch, he dropped his car off at home and took a taxi straight to downtown where he went to one bar after the next after one stopped serving him. It took him until that evening to finally feel drunk and he called his best friend to share the news. Finding his wrinkled clothes from the day before still on, Trunks reached into his pocket to pull out the strip of three little pictures, glad it was still there. Setting it on the nightstand, he stumbled to the bathroom for some medication and a hot shower.
Popping a few more tablets after the steamy shower, Trunks pulled on some jogging pants to scavenge for food. He was starving and glad for an industrial-sized fridge to fulfill his appetite. Heading downstairs, Trunks was surprised to smell coffee, something cooking, and the soft murmurs of voices in the kitchen.
"That's not going to be enough bacon," Goten recommended watching Makoto in front of the flat iron skillet. "I'm beginning to think you didn't really live with Trunks."
Makoto turned to him with wide eyes holding the metal spatula. "You're suggesting I cook four packages of bacon."
"It's not like he'd be eating all four, I'd be eating half," Goten stated. "We've been working out a lot. These sexy looking muscles need feeding."
Goten flexed a peck at her and Makoto couldn't help but roll her emerald gems. "Wouldn't protein powder help?"
"That's a quick fix post work out," Goten explained. "We tend to eat a high protein diet, and in large quantities, in order to keep up with a fast-moving metabolism. He's going to be starving when he gets up and all that alcohol is coming out his pores."
"Oh kami," Makoto muttered. She felt like Goten liked watching her squirm and it was partially payback for breaking his friend's heart. Turning the exhaust fan on medium, Makoto quickly filled the long iron skillet with one package of thick applewood smoked bacon. The grease was already starting to make her stomach churn as she turned the exhaust fan to high.
"Yep. You thought he stank in the taxi…a shower isn't going to touch this. Maybe by tonight, he'll air out," Goten continued with a cheeky grin.
"Cook…bacon," she managed before making it outside. Makoto gulped in the fresh air like she'd been drowning and wiped the tears from her eyes from gagging. She hadn't expected Goten to call her last night. Trunks, in his drunken state, refused to go home unless he got to see her. The guy was too drunk to even drunk-call her but she complied. Meeting at the address to a bar downtown, she found the two saiyans outside on the patio drinking straight from a pitcher of beer each. Goten congratulated her on the news and Trunks was completely smashed. He gave her one of his charming boyish grins, said she was beautiful, and even tried to kiss her. Getting 'the look' from Goten, she conned him into the taxi by requesting he take her back to his place. It worked but the taxi ride was less enjoyable. Crammed into the back with a drunken saiyan that wanted a booty call, and smelling like he rolled in the skunk of all alcohol, Makoto barely made it out of the cab and ruined her dress.
Now, she stood here at his enormous house on his beautiful back deck that faced a serene lake surrounded by tall evergreen trees in nothing but an oversized t-shirt. Taking another breath, she closed her eyes and felt her stomach begin to calm. Apparently scrambled eggs were ok to cook now but bacon was still off the list. Peering inside the French doors, Makoto watched Goten hulk over the stove and pull the first batch of crispy bacon off before starting on the second. It was no wonder Trunks owned an enormous house since he had all his family and friends here. The kitchen was the main focal point with industrial stoves, ovens, ranges, fridge, and freezer. There was a cozy breakfast nook and then a large formal dining area with a large round table with a lazy-susan in the middle. He was used to being surrounded by people that cared and loved him and yet, he had been willing to move all the way to Crystal Tokyo for her.
Makoto couldn't help but feel guilty for not realizing just how much Trunks had sacrificed for her and was willing to give up. She didn't know his life in Satan City, barely had a glimpse into who he was, and still, he'd given her his all. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Makoto tried to think of happy thoughts since she promised herself, she wouldn't cry. Ami said it was just her hormones going into overdrive since her body was producing more than double. Doctor search engine agreed.
"I'm almost done and then I'll go wake him up," Goten announced. "Spare you the initial smell."
Makoto couldn't help but chuckle and moved into the kitchen just enough to grab her coffee before escaping back out the door. This was a neighborhood she could get used to and liked the exclusivity of the gated community the kept the paparazzi out, close to nature, and space between neighbors. Makoto noticed there were other homes that had a view of the lake, each employing different methods of fencing that kept little ones safe while keeping the view intact.
"Do you like the view?" Makoto jumped at the sound of his voice, coffee sloshing over the sides of her cup and over her hand. Switching hands, she flicked the warm liquid off before wiping her hand with an offered napkin.
"Yes, it's beautiful," she admitted and glanced at him. He looked aged, maybe she should have made a hangover soup. "I'll leave when my dress is done drying."
Trunks sighed and covered his face partially in embarrassment. "Did I throw-up on you?"
"Oh, no, I did it to myself," Makoto divulged. Trunks looked a little relieved but watched her carefully.
"I'm sorry about last night, I'm having a hard time remembering much," Trunks stated.
"Oh boy, I bet," Goten interrupted. "The tabloids are going to have a field day. Let me refresh you, bro. Drunk in public, bar hopping, booty-calling your ex, taking her back to your place, and buying a round for the bar announcing your upcoming fatherhood. That about covers it."
Makoto blushed at how bluntly Goten put it and let out a sigh.
"Only you and my doctor knew," Makoto revealed. Goten let out a low whistle before backing into the house to pull off the last of the bacon. As if on cue, Makoto heard a loud thud and a woman's voice screeching Trunks' name. Wide-eyed, she almost didn't want to enter the kitchen but the chef in her wanted to pull the warming food out of the oven before it dried out and the hungry part of her way ready to eat.
"Trunks!" Bulma bellowed again entering the kitchen and looking for her intended target. Angrily she held a crumpled paper in her hand as she stood in the doorway. With an irritated scowl, he entered to accept his mother's wrath. "What is the meaning of this? Why is it I have to find out in the daily gossip magazine that my son's celebrating? I am going to be a grandmother!"
Makoto had to cover her mouth to suppress the bubbling giggle. She thought it was going to be much worse and let out a sigh of relief.
"I was drunk and blurted it out," Trunks confessed. In her excitement, Bulma crossed the kitchen and hugged her son.
"I can't believe it, my firstborn is starting a family of his own. Oh! I never thought this day would come," Bulma exclaimed in delight. Catching a glimpse of Makoto through the door she practically pushed Trunks aside. "And there you are mother-to-be! How are you feeling? How far along are you? How is my grandchild? Is that decaf? Caffeine isn't recommended while you're expecting. I'll send over the best pregnancy chef in town to start preparing all your meals to keep you healthy and strong and send over a yoga instructor to help you stay limber…"
Makoto felt her breath catch at the overload of questions, Bulma snagging away her coffee cup, and having her stomach touched all in less than a minute.
"Mom, enough," Trunks said, slightly raising his voice. "Give her the coffee back and you can join us for brunch if you calmly ask one question at a time."
Makoto passed him a thankful look, reclaimed her coffee, and took the directed seat at the breakfast nook. The two saiyans brought over the metal casserole dishes filled with scrambled eggs, French toast, bacon, sliced pears, a pitcher of orange juice and milk, hash browns, and a container of syrup. It nearly covered the table with barely any room for plates and silverware. Makoto felt Bulma watching her from across the table and noticed how Trunks spaced them apart before Vegeta suddenly joined the group by walking in the back door casually.
"So," Bulma began. "Makoto, dear, as you can tell I am anxious for some details."
Wiping syrup from the corner of her mouth, she glanced at Trunks before divulging. "My friend is a doctor, said everything looks great, and they are measuring at about eleven weeks."
"They?" asked Bulma.
Trunks choked on a piece of bacon as Goten slapped his hand on his back. "Oh man, way to be an overachiever!"
Trunks looked up at the blushing Jovian beauty. He was wondering why it looked different since he'd hadn't seen an ultrasound picture before.
"You hear that Vegeta? You're going to be a grandfather," Bulma announced watching her husband stuff his face. Vegeta grinned.
"I brought you the perfect mate, and very fertile," Vegeta declared. Trunks groaned in embarrassment but Makoto was growing used to his bluntness.
"When's the wedding?" Bulma continued probing. The room grew silent as Makoto and Trunks avoided looking at each other. Bulma gasped at the realization. "So, you're not back together? Are you getting back together? Makoto, honey, I thought you were going to win him back. A bombshell like this surely is enough push to…you know, repair things and do the right thing."
"It's beyond the time I set some boundaries," Trunks stated. "Mom, I appreciate you looking out for my well-being but it's time to back off. If I need your help, I will come to you. We will decide what is best for us, even if it may be a nonromantic co-parenting relationship."
Vegeta grunted in approval and stabbed the last piece of French toast before Goten with a victorious grin. Instead of putting it on his plate, he dropped it on Makoto's before grabbing more eggs and fruit.
"Fine, I'll back off," Bulma huffed and folded her arms over her chest. "You're six hours late for work, missed two meetings, and I had to run interference for your escapades last night. I'm putting you on temporary leave until your personal life no longer interferes with work."
Angrily, Bulma left and slammed the front door behind her. Makoto leaned into the cushioned seat feeling a little fuller than she wanted. After Vegeta so kindly gave her the last piece of French toast, she didn't want to offend him by wasting a single bite. This was not a man she'd known to share food and had witnessed in her own home willing to fight Goten over the last chicken leg. The entire table was empty of food, the tins almost scrapped of every last morsel. Preparing to get up, she froze when a hand landed on her shoulder.
"Thank you for brunch, it was amazing," Trunks said with a gentle squeeze. "Goten and I will clean up."
"Hey now, I helped cook the bacon," Goten protested.
"You verbally teased her until she was dry heaving off my deck," Trunks stated. "I expected better behavior from you."
Goten sighed. "I'm sorry Makoto."
"It's ok, I deserved some payback," she admitted and played with the hem of the shirt. "Thank you for inviting me over, I'll check on my clothes."
Trunks wasn't sure if he should stop the brunette from leaving but his aching head said otherwise. Dealing with his mother and thinking about their situation was something he wanted to do another day. Letting out a sigh, Trunks cleared off the table before shooing Goten out of the kitchen and saw Vegeta watching him from the table.
"Take her home, son," Vegeta encouraged with a grin. Taking his father's advice, Trunks caught Makoto on her way from the laundry room.
"Wait, let me get a shirt and I'll drive you," Trunks offered. Makoto looked uncertain as she pushed a curl behind her ear but nodded. Using his superhuman speed, Trunks was back down before Makoto could make it to the front door to slip on her sandals. Feeling in pilot drive and offering 'thank-yous' for Trunks being a gentleman, Makoto sagged into the soft seat and felt glad to relax on the ride to the hotel. No jerking motions, sudden stops, or honking horns. Just a nice, smooth ride that lulled her to sleep.
Trunks watched her drift off and felt a smile pull at the corner of his mouth. She looked beautiful curled into the door with her hand resting against her abdomen, he wondered if she noticed how much she protected it. Subconsciously, her body already moved into the defense of any threats that could harm her new precious cargo. And yet, he felt guilty for not having an answer. He still loved her and decided when he left not to love again. Barely two months later, she walked back into his life confessing she wanted to win him back and then she was pregnant. Selfishly his heart wanted to immediately accept but his mind said no. This time he would take it slow, he wouldn't rush and would see if she was serious.
Taking the scenic route, Trunks let her rest for almost a full hour before pulling up to her hotel. It was a beautiful day for a drive and helped clear his mind as his headache subsided. Leaving the car running, he pulled up to the valet and gently rubbed her shoulder.
"We're here," Trunks said and watched her slowly uncoil. Exiting, he opened her door and helped her out.
"Thank you," Makoto replied and felt a bit awkward. "Would you like to come up for some tea?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," Trunks answered with a soft boyish grin. Makoto felt the blush bloom in her cheeks as she led him through the hotel she'd first stayed at when Vegeta brought her to Satan City. Bulma had made all the arrangements and refused to hear otherwise. At least her suite felt comfortable like a one-bedroom apartment with a full kitchen, dining room, living room, and master suite. It made it easier to buy groceries than use room service while she looked around for a new home.
Letting Trunks inside, Makoto directed him to the seafoam couch while she put the kettle on and set-up the wooden tea tray. She'd visited a local store and bought some ginger tea that helped ease her morning sickness and calm her stomach when she had trouble. Thankfully, it wasn't as often as she expected and was mainly around certain foods, smells, or cab rides.
"Do you have any plans?" asked Trunks as he moved to look out the window. She had a great view of the city and of Capsule Corps.
"You're going to need to be more specific," Makoto stated as she poured the hot water into the teapot and then brought the tray over to the glass table.
"For where you're going to live," he specified and turned to watch her prep the tea.
"I was hoping you'd suggest a general area to decrease the travel time between our homes and your work. I'd like to settle as soon as possible. Putting in an offer, negotiating, and closing is going to take some time," she explained and watched him sit. Already she could see him calculating an estimated time frame and felt a smile pull. He looked handsome when he mentally calculated.
"Would you consider moving to my place?" Makoto nearly dropped her teacup as she quickly set it down.
"Trunks, don't get my hopes up if there's no future for us," Makoto confessed feeling the hurt pull at her heart. She watched him carefully as he pushed his long lavender strands behind his ear.
"Mako, I love you but I'm also hurt and angry from our break up," he admitted. "It's going to take some time for that hurt to go away but I want to be fully committed to you, the future, and our children. Even while angry, I don't want to miss anything. All the pregnancy firsts, baby-proofing our house, or decorating the nursey."
"I don't want to move in with you only for it not to work out," she confessed. "Put aside the sense of obligation with the pregnancy. If it were just us sitting here with no outside factors, what would you want to do?"
In the blink of an eye, Trunks appear in front of her and pulled her to her feet. Makoto felt the wind leave her as she was pulled against his taunt body and his warm mouth descended on hers. He smelled so good and her body leaned into the kiss, letting his mouth take over and show her the passion awaiting and the passion she missed. Trunks hungrily dominated her mouth, his loins wrought tight and wanted nothing but sweet release. Bending her over the side of the cushioned armchair, Trunks gathered the floral fabric at her hips and tugged at her laced cheeked panties. Releasing his engorged member, he positioned at her entrance and slowly entered, pleased to find her moist and ready.
"Hold on," he demanded, positioning her hands to grab the other side. When he saw she was secure, he grabbed her hips and gave another deep thrust. Trunks heard a pleased gasp and continued thrusting into Makoto while the pleasure built. This is what he wanted to do the moment he saw her in the restaurant, hell the moment he heard her voicemail. She looked so beautiful he wanted to have her there on the dining table. He didn't care if she found release this round, it was all about him and his needs. His loins were clutched tightly with tension from missing her, from wanting her, and from not being able to have her. Thinking about her drove him crazy and stoked the burning anger since the only way he could get off was thinking of her.
Feeling her sleeve tighten, Trunks groaned as he felt her cum and heard her soft moans muffled into the seafoam decorative pillow. It felt like she was trying to coax it out of him with the arch of her back as his loins surrendered and released. The months of stress and tensions disappear as he poured into her. Slowly pulling out, Trunks let her dress drop as he helped her to stand and turned to face him. Caressing her cheek, he took her mouth again. This time soft, slow, and sensual. He wanted to feel and explore every bit of her now that he felt his primal needs met.
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