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Snatched

Chapter Ten

Bulma kept me company and I found it hard to complete the tasks I had in mind. I wanted to move to the guest bedroom but after Bulma’s speech about marriage I felt it harder to do so until she left. I didn’t want to go through explaining all my grief and mindset after finding out the truth about Jackie. I felt heartbroken, betrayed, and uncertain what our future would hold. Could I trust him and how long would it take until I felt comfortable again? I was already growing uncomfortable without the ability to escape from this situation. It had occurred to me that if I wanted, I could dissolve the marriage completely and move back to Tokyo. The only things stopping me from pursuing those thoughts were the children. I knew what it was like to grow up without both parents and didn’t want to split our beginning family apart. He had a right to be in their lives without me complicating the issue.

If I did leave back to Tokyo, I was sure we would be tied up in the court system for a trial on visitation rights, where the children would live, and it would be too devastating and stressful in the long run. The only other solution I could think of that would work was estrangement. I could live in the palace with separate quarters, and we would be a parental front for the children. To keep questions of our relationship away from our children, I would make sure they wouldn’t know of our separate living quarters. Trunks was now a permanent fixture in my life, bound together by what we had created in such haste without thinking of taking it slow.

Letting out a sigh, I felt Bulma pat my shoulder while the television continued to drone on. It had been days while we sat here idling chatting but still watching those damn romantic movies that were beginning to irritate. The story lines seemed to follow the same pattern where man meets woman, man and woman don’t necessarily like each or are passionately drawn to each, a bump in the road, and then the happy ending of them being together. That wasn’t realistic in our sense of world but I could now understand how women looked at these movies as an escape from the reality of their own marriages. It touched on all fantasies that women believed of how love was supposed to be: hot passionate sex, a man looking only at them, and the feeling of finding that perfect soul mate.

If only it was true…instead, life had a different pattern for us all. I was losing hope in believing I would ever find love again; my first love had ended badly during high school, and my second had ended even worse now that I knew the whole situation. I had that chance to be with Motoki again but I passed it up due to my blinded feelings I held for Trunks, my sense of loyalty, and my pride as a woman. I regretted the decision and where it left me now. Alone, in a possibly loveless marriage, and with dwindling hope of finding happiness. I knew a hobby I could always take up to help me keep my sanity was to finally produce the bath essences I started to in Tokyo. It would be a side project since motherhood was my main important goal.

“You’re thinking too much dear, it will all work out,” Bulma commented, pulling me from my daze as I noticed the television had been turned off. Flicking my eyes over to clock, I saw it was only half past three and knew it was time for our walk. Pushing off the couch, I moved through the repetitive motions of pulling on my black pea coat, scarf, and boots.

“Bulma, there are a lot of issues to think about,” I began, feeling confident it was time to have an honest talk with my mother-in-law. I felt her arm hook through mine as we exited through the French doors and started on our walk through the snow covered garden. The icy cold caught my lungs by surprise as I felt a chill creep through my body; it was colder than usual, probably a sign that the snow would start once again.

“What could possibly keep your mind occupied?” asked Bulma, curious about the conversation herself. Did she not know? I felt heaviness on my chest as I thought of all the feelings pushing up.

“I thought I was the only one,” I nearly whispered and felt Bulma pull us to a stop. Her warm, loving turquoise orbs seemed to stare into my soul as her hand warmly squeezed mine.

“We all thought so too dear, but the issues with Jackie are deeper than I’m sure he’s told you,” Bulma began, starting to lead us on while I felt perplexed by the whole truth about her. I was still trying to get over the devastation he’d bit her, and the lying of it rubbed me wrong. How could you lie about something like that? If it was his family’s tradition that he was going to uphold, how could you not try to work issues out? She was his chosen life partner and I was a second thought. “She was Trunks’ first love, and I have to admit I pressured their relationship since her mother is one of our clients, but he truly loved her. I thought for sure there would be a wedding since he talked to Vegeta about upholding the Saiyans traditions. We all found it hard to believe when the day he went to propose she was found in bed with another man.”

“I heard about that,” I commented, feeling sad for how Trunks found out the woman he loved was cheating on him. It must have been horrible and as heartbreaking when Motoki broke our engagement without giving a reason at first. I understood the anger and anguish he felt, especially when she just laughed. That would hurt anyone’s pride to be made a laughing stalk in front of some unknown stranger that had just slept with your partner.

“That was just the beginning,” Bulma revealed, perking my curiosity while I quietly listened. “We thought that would be the last to see of Jackie until a few months later she stormed into his office announcing she was carrying his child. Trunks was indifferent about it, carefully watching her antics until he finally began to believe the child was honestly his. A few weeks later, she asked if he would do the honorary thing and marry her. Trunks declined until he could get a paternity test but Jackie wouldn’t have it. Instead, she suddenly left and sent him the bill from a…clinic.”

I felt my heart stop as my mouth began to go dry; I couldn’t believe that someone could be so cold hearted or cruel enough to do such a thing. After leaving him in shambles, she came back again to crush the pieces even smaller…not only that, after all was said-and-done, she still came back into his life after he pulled himself together. I felt my anger swelling, wanting to wrap my fingers around her throat or give her a good punch to the face. Who in their right mind could be so cruel to not only tell him he’s a father, gain his trust, then leave in a huff after not getting what they wanted, and take it out on the unborn child?

“I didn’t know…” I said, feeling my thoughts starting to change. Could I abandon him now after all he’s been through? My feelings were starting to change the more I thought about it, now that I was enlightened fully on the situation. Those old wounds from the past must had bubbled up, and I had thrown salt already speaking of estrangement. I wished I knew how to deal with this situation, or look at it with a clear head instead of my emotions pulling me both ways. Deep down, I cared for him but not just as my husband, but as a man that had went against the odds in hopes of getting one more chance at love. Did I want to leave him at a time when I could give him the strength I had borrowed from him? Trunks didn’t give up on me when I needed him, faced the situation with Motoki full on, and I knew I needed to do the right thing. I needed to be there for him, not just as his wife, but as a woman who deeply cared for him.

Bulma led us back around the garden in silence while I decided to brush everything off my shoulders to take a good look around. The cold wind was slowly picking up as the palace grounds were washed in a pristine white; I could see the colorful lights turned on in this dark day giving me a warm feeling. Christmas was around the corner and I couldn’t believe how I hadn’t moved into the swing of things. The palace was already being decorated while I moped around. This certainly wouldn’t do.

“Are we gathering for Christmas at the palace?” I asked, still unsure of how the holidays would be around my new family.

“Trunks hadn’t decided yet,” Bulma answered and I couldn’t help but push up a warm smile.

“We’ll have it here, and I’ll make one of my traditional cakes,” I answered, feeling my spirits lift. Bulma wrap an arm around my waist to give me a warm squeeze.

“There’s only two weeks left, be sure to let me know if you need help with anything,” Bulma offered, leading us back indoors. My mind was starting to lift up while I thought of all the holiday treats I used to cook for my friends ranging from holiday cut out cookies, to fruit pies, and one of Usagi’s favorite chocolate cakes.

“Why don’t we get out of this room and go make some cookies,” I offered, unbundling while the heat slowly thawed the cold air from outside. Bulma let out a warm giggle as she pushed up a hearty smile.

“I would like that.” The rest of the evening, Bulma and I spent baking sugar cookies shaped for the season in batches that would last weeks. While she took care of cutting them out and placing them on the sheets, I frosted and she decorated with sprinkles. Baking was something that would calm me no matter what mood I was in and I was glad Bulma had been here. If I was left alone, I would have come to a prominent decision to move into the guest room and wouldn’t have learned the whole incident. Packing some cookies for Bulma to take home, I wrapped a set on a small plate to leave in Trunks’ office, and the rest would be left in the kitchen to be eaten over the next two weeks. If the supply began to dwindle, I would bake more. That night, Bulma left me to go back home with a bright smile and huge hug. “I’ll see you around Christmas, and hopefully you’ll start popping out by then!”

I couldn’t help but giggle and watch her leave; Christmas would mark the three month mark and I could already feel how heavy I was becoming. My pants were becoming too snug and I knew I needed to go out for maternity clothes already. Tidying up the room, I felt better getting something done and walking around the palace even if it was to leave cookies in Trunks’ office. Sensing how quiet it was, I started to wonder what happened in the drawing room after I left or what happened to ours guests. I hadn’t seen Kaspar in days and Ra seemed to be missing as well. I felt it was best to leave the mystery alone and move through the task of going through to see which pants I would need to pack away and what I could still fit in for a while.

Hearing the bathroom door suddenly close and water in the sink start, I felt a jolt of fright push through me as I wondered who slipped in. In the mess of clothes, I managed to grab a pair of jeans, which of course wouldn’t button, and moved to check who was in the bathroom. Popping my head out, I saw his large form bent over the sink and felt a coldness push through me. I could see his burnt skin through the tears in his tattered shirt, the sweat making his shirt wet, and blood washing off into the sink. What happened? Slipping out of the closet, I felt concern push through me as I grabbed a wash cloth and moved to his side. Trunks tensed when I touched his arm but quietly moved back enough as I got the cloth damp before lifting his dripping face. My lips pressed tightly together as I surveyed the damage.

There was dried blood littering his face from a bloody nose, broken lip, and cut eyebrow. Who would have done such a thing? I was also surprised at how no bruising showed up. Could this be something that came from his Saiyan blood? Quietly, I avoided his gaze while focusing on the task and finally let out a sigh when I managed to gently get the blood off. There were so many questions I wanted to ask but kept my jaw tightly clenched as I looked at his tattered clothes; this wasn’t good at all. I could see the way his muscles quivered and twitched, knowing he’d been straining them for too long and they needed to relax.

“I’ll draw you a bath,” I finally spoke and moved away. Turning on the hot water, I grabbed the salts while adjusting the water I knew too well from my training days. But this didn’t look like training, it looked like he’d been in one terrible fight and I wondered if this was how Bulma meant Vegeta would take care of it. Finally, I gazed up at Trunks from over the bath and pushed my hair back over my shoulder. His sapphire orbs were unreadable while they watched me blankly as he leaned against the counter. He looked tired no matter how much his eyes blankly stared, even I knew better. “Would you like dinner?

It felt like we were in a staring contest as I stood up from leaning over the tub. Trunks pushed up from the counter and made his way over to me, looking overbearing but I wouldn’t be intimidated. I stood my ground and felt a chill push through me when his fingers barely touched the exposed skin on my mid-drift where the camisole had slipped up before touching the top of my pants.

“Were you going somewhere?” his husky voice asked, a bit dry and rough.

“No, my pants are starting not to button,” I admitted, feeling embarrassed even though I had a reason. I shuttered the moment his fingers brushed over my stomach and lifted the camisole a little while gazing at the ever growing mound. I mentally cursed at my body by how it reacted to his touch, giving me goose bumps, and my stomach knotting with pleasure. I had missed him even though I didn’t want to admit it aloud. His touch soon left as he leaned over to turn off the still running bath water.

“Dinner would be nice,” Trunks answered my first question before suddenly starting to undress. I quickly escaped back into the closet to toss my current pants into the ‘store’ pile and grab a pair of jeans that fit. Pulling the laced camisole down, I moved bare footed quickly out of the bathroom to give him some privacy while I went down to the kitchens. The cook was away after I asked to use it earlier for baking, so I started dinner. I felt he would be hungry and cooked like such with steak for protein, mixed vegetables as a side, baked potatoes with the trimmings, and pan browned garlic bread. With our meal on the cart, I moved back to our bedroom finding the halls quiet with not even a single maid seen…how odd.

Pushing the cart in, I noticed Ra lying on the rug in front of the fire softly snoring as if he was exhausted as well. I wondered if he went with Trunks, wherever that was, and had an eventful time looking after his master. With our bistro set, I waited patiently while trying to think of what to do or say. Should I act normal or even tell him my decision? I heard my stomach grumble and let a sigh; with the sounds coming from my stomach, it felt like I was starving the poor things no matter how much I ate. I wanted to wait, but at the next gurgle, I was starting to think otherwise. A hot hand touched my shoulder, making me practically jump until I realized who it was. Quietly, I followed Trunks to the table and kept my eyes cast down on my plate while keeping my tongue under wraps. There was so much I wanted to know, but out of respect for his first night back I wouldn’t.

“I told Bulma Christmas will be here, if you don’t mind,” I began, trying to ease our silence and finally looked up. His eyes were watching me carefully, and somehow it felt comforting, while his emotions seemed locked off. I quietly matched his gaze, never moving or backing down. I didn’t know how long we gazed at each other in silence before he finally leaned back as if uncomfortable.

“What is it you wish to know?” Trunks asked, surprising me at how he opened the door to curiosity. The questions pushed up before I could even organize my thoughts.

“Everything,” I blurted out and felt my fingers tighten. “Where have you been? What happened to you? Who hit you? Where do we go from here? Why does the palace seem strangely empty? What happened in the drawing room when I left? And, why didn’t you tell me?”

I watched his face begin to falter and pull to a mixed look or irritation and sadness. Letting out a sigh, Trunks sat powerfully in his chair before gazing into my eyes.

“I’ll start from the beginning,” Trunks stated while I looked on curiously. “I asked our guests to leave, declining to explain to Caspian why he was no longer welcome, and Kaspar left with them. Jackie has been banished from returning to the palace, and I found it strange how she asked for my family traditions to be upheld so suddenly. I decided to leave the matters of a decision to my father, and was given the choice to strictly uphold the laws or challenge them. It was decided after the challenge I would pay for her to have the mark removed and return home to decide the next step in our marriage.”

I felt my breath catch as I watched his eyes never leave mine and slowly relaxed back into my seat, sliding my hands under the tables. I was nervous, but knew the question needed to be asked.

“What is our next step?” I asked, feeling my voice move into almost a whisper. His face seemed to harden at my question while his body tensed, almost glaring in my direction.

“I haven’t decided, even though I know your feelings,” he stated. I felt the pain begin all over again while I remembered my own words in the heat of the moment. I’d said our marriage was a mistake and that I was thinking about estrangement but that was before…before I knew what he’d been through or had time to think. He was right to act coldly after the emotional torment I put him through over the past few days. I simply gave a nod and finally looked away; I didn’t think our relationship would be on the rocks this much. This was my moment to let me feelings out, we needed to talk about our issues.

“I don’t believe you know my feelings, but instead my anger and shock,” I stated keeping my eyes down. I didn’t want to look at him until I was through, knowing my emotions would take over since they were starting to move into full swing. “It hurt that you would lie to me…”

“Isn’t there something you’ve been hiding as well?” asked Trunks, his tone icy. I jerked my head up and felt my eyes widen. My look gave it away as I saw his mouth tightly push into a thin line. “What are you hiding that you don’t want me to know?”

I knew there were two things ebbing the back of my mind and felt my throat tighten just thinking about them.

“I don’t want you to get angry,” I simply stated, feeling my body shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny. Swallowing hard, I watched Trunks give a flick of his wrist as Ra suddenly moved to his feet and came forward. My mouth nearly dropped open when I saw a holographic screen pop up above Ra’s head while he sat blankly staring at his master. There were dates and times of multiple video clips but only one had a flashing red light next to it. As soon as he pressed it, it popped up and I watched it rewind. I knew the scene was of Motoki and I in the office at the flower shop before it turned for the worse. Trunks gazed at the screen indifferently while watching the exchange while I looked away.

"Good luck with your business," my voice said. "Release me."

“Mako…please, let me speak,” Motoki’s voice stated. “I don't know why I did it but…I wanted to be sure since her dates didn't add up."

“I plan to speak with her family this evening and file for an annulment," Motoki revealed, and even I felt shocked hearing at again. "Makoto…do you understand what this means? We can be together and-"

"No," I heard my voice announce. "I'm married and-"

"Mako, you don't even love him," Motoki interrupted.

"You're right, I don't," I answered, and moments later heard a door close.

"You let him touch you." Motoki’s voice murmured through the door.

"Knock it off before I really get angry.” I spoke only for Ra to start barking loudly while scratching the door to get out.

"It hasn't been a month and you're already letting him touch you? This random guy you accepted some proposal to? What's so great about him? That he's rich, owns his own company, or was it his looks Makoto?" Motoki’s voice audibly was heard. "I'll show you who the better man is..."

"Oh kami Makoto...I didn't...I was..." Motoki’s voice suddenly came up before Ra whined and scratched at the door more. I finally pushed my eyes to the screen to watch, the horror of that moment still pumping through my veins. The door was slowly opened as I looked disheveled holding my blouse closed with my jacket, eyes brimming with tears, and mouth and neck red from Motoki’s mouth. Ra sniffed before letting out a growl while sticking next to my side, staring at an image of Motoki leaning ashamed on the opposite side of the room. His shirt was wrinkled while his hand held his unbuckled pants up while he stared in my direction. "I've done something unforgivable."

The clip stopped as I felt all the feelings pushing back into my chest, just witnessing it from another view. I had forgiven Motoki, feeling like I understood his rage in that moment, but it still hurt to know he could have gone that far and I hadn’t been able to push him away. I didn’t talk about this to anyone, and now I felt uncomfortable in the room with Trunks knowing what he’d just witnessed something more than personal. My legs pulled up into my chair as I used my arms to pull them close before letting my head rest against my knees. I desperately bit my lip trying to hold back the disappointment bubbling up and the guilt.

“Makoto, this is a very big secret…do you know what it could mean?” Trunks asked softly from my side. I shook my head and felt my body cringe when he softly touched my leg. Where was he going with his speculations? “The dates line up during the conception time frame.”

My head shot up as I felt the anger billow through me…I couldn’t believe he was suggesting…that Motoki and I… on that day.

“Don’t insinuate I would lie like her,” I felt my voice jerk out roughly, watching his lavenders brows lift in surprise at my knowledge. I felt angry that he would even think that but, a side of me knew it was from the pain of his past. Jackie had done her worst, and even now I was suffering from it.

“Makoto, this may be hard to answer but, how far did it go?” asked Trunks, his eyes darkening. I didn’t know how to explain it while I calmly breathed. I never thought I would be describing those events and wasn’t even sure how to begin.

“It’s…embarrassing,” I whispered, tightening my grip around my legs and tried to tuck in further into myself. I felt his hand rub my leg, trying to soothe the tension, but it didn’t feel like it was working. My nerves were on edge from being put in the hot seat, and realizing the dog I cuddled with came with recording equipment. Now, I was sitting before him going over events I kept locked up while trying to defend my honor. I hadn’t dreamed of going to someone else, but I could understand his feelings. The dates did match, and with the door closed and the appearance I showed on screen anything could have happened. I knew I had to say something, but was even unsure if that would clear my innocence. “We didn’t have intercourse, he stopped before that.”

“Do you have any more secrets?” asked Trunks, after a long silence. I tried to search my mind in its haze while I thought of what else I hadn’t told him. A few more things bubbled up.

“Nothing that would be detrimental to our relationship,” I answered honestly, knowing there were secrets I wanted to keep. If I said I didn’t have any more, I would be lying, and I was sure there were a few I couldn’t think of in the moment of stress. My mind was already exhausted from thinking and wanted a break but I needed to push on. “What about Ra?”

“He’s a real animal, just with an implanted recording system. When I left you in Tokyo, I turned it on for your safety and it hasn’t been activated since,” Trunks explained, his hand still softly trying to comfort me.

“Is there anything else I should know?” I asked, watching Trunks carefully as he thought carefully. His hand tenderly slid up my leg touch my hand that gripped my pant leg tightly and I relaxed against the warm palm.

“I’m sorry for doubting you and asking you to recall such an event,” he began, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. I couldn’t help but push up a small smile and squeeze his hand back. I was glad we were starting on the road to recovery but knew there would be a lot of work before our feelings would subside. “I need to know if you would like to still live estranged.”

I felt myself begin to slowly uncurl while I looked at the seriousness of the question in his eyes; he tried to keep his composure but I could see the uncertainty. If I said yes, I knew I would break his heart and I knew our relationship would never hold a chance after all we’d been through. This was where the ball was thrown into my court. Did I want to continue to strive for a happy marriage or would I watch it crumble?

“No, I want this to work,” I answered and watched his eyes begin the shine. I couldn’t help but feel the joy begin to build at finally conveying those feelings. I always put on my strong front and kept everything inside, but now I was beginning to see that wouldn’t work. I had to let Trunks see who I really way in order for us to continue.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Trunks softly answered, watching me uncoil before pushing up to his feet. I felt relieved and sat there peering up at him while we seemed to watch each other. Although we knew where we stood, there were still issues that needed to be resolved.

“What is the first step?” I asked, unsure what we needed to do next.

“I’ll see what Livingston has to offer,” Trunks began, while I curiously looked up at him. “Livingston has a minor in psychology to offer counseling where needed before suggesting a professional. We can set-up an appointment to see what she suggests.”

I just gave a nod while sticking to my chair. We would be trying again, but I didn’t feel surprised at how strange our relationship was. I was beginning to worry about admitting to Livingston how quickly we jumped into getting married and producing an heir before getting to know each other. What would she recommend? I could feel the uncertainty of pushing through me at the thought of us needing to talk to a counselor. We each had our own private issues that pushed into our current relationship, but would we need individual counseling? I didn’t like the idea of talking to someone about my personal problems either. Hearing the clink of the dishes, my head jerked up to see Trunks loading the tray for a trip back to the kitchen.

“I’ll take care of it,” I automatically answered but watched a small, soft smile push up.

“I have this,” Trunks replied before leaving with the cart. Quietly I pushed up from the chair and moved back into the bathroom to finish the task I had started. I put the pants back into the closet that fit before taking a seat on the floor before I started in on the mundane task of folding. There was no point having clothes stored in the closet if I couldn’t wear them. It didn’t take long before I was finished and just sat there staring blankly in the closet. How did I end up here in this point in life? I thought my life would have been different that this and still left curious to how I really ended up here. I had given up my dreams, moved away from all my friends, got married, was pregnant, and lived in a whole new city. Was this really what I wanted?

Taking in a long breath and letting out a slow sigh, I leaned back onto the carpet and closed my eyes to just breathe. I knew I cared for Trunks, and we’d come this far without any problems but the idea of still being in a palace built for Jackie made me uneasy. Would I get over this feeling? I’m sure Trunks felt something when we were around Motoki, knowing what he’d meant for me. The main thing I needed to take into considered was if I was happy with Trunks. I had no true reasons for being dissatisfied now that we’d talked about the issues. The only budding issue that I’d found was I felt lonely without my friends, even though they were a phone call away but I didn’t want to call and talk about our issues we were having. That would sway their opinions of Trunks without the chance of getting to know him.

I felt the beginning of a headache and indigestion coming; I knew tonight would be a sleepless night as I tried to just breathe it away. Now I felt guilty for eating that steak, if only the little ones would just accept what I felt like eating. Rubbing my stomach, it started to calm me while I felt sleep wanting to sneak up. If I moved now, the indigestion would just start again so either way I was in a lose-lose situation. Slowly sitting up, I popped my eyes open to see Trunks casually leaning on the door frame with a soft smile. How long had he been watching?

“Are they giving you trouble?” he asked softly as I pushed to my feet. Grabbing a night gown, I couldn’t help but give a nod while I began to change.

“They always are and I bet if it’s not one, it’s the other,” I answered and began braiding my hair for the night. I was ready to exit the closet but found Trunks’ large form still in the way while he watched me closely before finally deciding to reach out and pull me in. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at moment I was pulled into his warm arms and melted into his hug. It seemed to make everything feel better after all we’d been through. This was where I always wanted to be at the end of day. I took in his scent and felt how tightly I hung onto his waist. No matter how comforting Bulma could be, there was nothing like being in his arms.

“Let me know if you’re not happy,” Trunks stated, pulling me from my bliss as I began to realize where the conversation felt like it was turning. I looked up but kept my grip warmly around him.

“Trunks, I’m happy with you,” I answered, feeling a smile pull at my mouth. I could feel just hearing it wouldn’t satisfy him as I pressed a soft kiss on his mouth. Trunks gazed down at me a bit surprised as I saw the warm smile spread. “We’ve had a lot of recent twists and turns but I’m sure a straight road ahead is in our future when everything settles in.”

“It’s been rough for you and I never took it into consideration all you’ve give up to come here,” Trunks spoke, pushing some hair behind my ear. I couldn’t help but feel he’d been reading my mind while I laid in the closet.

“It’s fine,” I whispered and gave him a smile. “Thank you for caring and the thought.”

Trunks pressed a kiss on my forehead before we finally went to bed. I never thought the cold sheets could feel so comforting, especially with him just being home. Surrendering to my desires, I took my place in his arms and felt sleep befall quickly.
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