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Chapter Twelve

Tensions were as high as ever while I witnessed the true wrath of a Saiyan King over the course of twenty-four hours. Trunks had immediately left with the sealed letter after listening to the full tale and how all these linked situations were coming together. Minako managed to persuade me to go with her to get a Christmas tree to avoid what was bound to come. Spending most of the night decorating delicately trying to ease our worries, I found silence between us more often than before. With the tree finished and colorfully decorated, Minako and I sat in the dark gazing at our lit display while the fire crackled behind us.

“Thank you Mina, I didn’t know what to do,” I finally said and felt her cool fingers tenderly touch mine to give a soft squeeze.

“I bet adjusting to the married life has been hard for you,” Minako began and paused to take a drink of her wine. “You have always been a strong, independent woman for as long as we could remember Mako. After so long of relying only on yourself, I can tell multiple difficulties of trying to pull back those boundaries are beginning to take a toll on your relationship. I may not know much, but whoever suggested you live in separate rooms is doing more harm than good. Has Trunks made it difficult for you to open up to him?”

“I trust him Mina and I’m not trying to keep him out. Trunks is a very busy man running a corporation, and kingdom. I’ve never seen someone so focused or task-oriented. We both have a lot going on, and I didn’t want to add any unnecessary worry to his overloaded list of responsibility,” I stated, feeling talking with Minako was better than all the sessions I had with Dr. Livingston.

“Have you offered your assistance? Although you may know nothing about his business, you know what it takes to run a kingdom. Until the children come, you have plenty of free time to balance the work load or even hire an assistant,” Minako offered her solutions, something I had never thought about it. I was his Queen and yet I was shirking my duties. There were parts of the kingdom I could oversee that would help Trunks have less to do. I couldn’t help but give Minako a large hug, almost making her spill her wine.

“I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that earlier! Mina, you’re a life safer,” I said getting ready to push to my feet only to feel her grab my elbow.

“Relax Mako, you can take care of it tomorrow,” she offered, as I settled down next to her side. With her arm lazily wrapped around my shoulders, Minako and I continued to stare at our work of art.

“When did Goten propose?” I asked, switching the subject only for Minako to giggle.

“We’ve been meeting up in a small town between Satan City and Tokyo to make it fair on the traveling. During one of our weekend meetings, I arrived early to find him setting up our rented cabin for a romantic occasion. Ruining the surprise, he just proposed right there,” she explained unwrapping her arm to show me an oval blue topaz surrounded by tiny diamonds.

“I’m happy for you Mina,” I said with a smile, watching how the aura changed around her. No longer was she the woman that travelled the world experimenting and looking for love. Instead, she had transformed into a woman that had found love. I couldn’t wait for the new direction her advice and books would go in, perhaps how to live a happy marriage. “Have you set a date?”

“We’re not actively planning yet and will formally announce our engagement at Christmas. We had a small dinner party in Tokyo before we made our way back to Satan City, and I’m glad we made it back in time.” The flick of Minako’s eyes to the windows made me agree. Another storm front had moved in, making it nearly impossible to leave the palace. Hopefully in a few days it would lift enough for our guests to make it for Christmas. “It’s getting late, we should head to bed. I’ll be staying until a little after the new year so we have plenty of time to visit.”

“Don’t worry about the wine or glass, I’ll take it to the kitchen. Good night Minako.” With a warm hug, I watch Minako leave and took the items to the kitchen. Cleaning the glass, I casually opened the fridge to see if there were any leftovers. Feeling as if nothing looked appealing, I went with preparing some tea. Trunks perplexed me. After knowing the truth about Caspian and Kaspar, he calmly left with the letter. I was still curious to know what the letter said and what else Caspian could want. Deciding to push the situation from my mind, I took the steeping cups of jasmine tea to his office. Oddly, I felt the urge to stay with him while he worked but mostly out of curiosity.

Balancing the mugs in one hand, I lightly knocked before entering. Trunks was typing away on his laptop while reviewing over some paper work. The brim of his thick black framed reading glasses had started to inch down his nose. While he worked, he looked handsome and seemed to have a different aura that surrounded him. Upon hearing the door click shut, I watched him casually peek up over the top of his glasses to stare at me for a moment before a rugged grin pushed up.

“I thought you could use a break,” I began, moving to the front of his tidy wooden desk. I had to hand it to him for being as calm as he was after the day’s events. Trunks slipped his glasses off and pushed back from his desk to pat his knee. Cautiously I moved around to him and sat the cups within reaching range but out of accidental spill range. Following the lead of his hands, I sat on his taut thigh as he slid his chair forward.

“I’d like for you to see if you notice something strange here,” his warm tenure articulated opening up a file that showed a list of transactions. I leaned forward to gaze at the document looking over the recent transactions that belonged to shares of his company. For some reason they were being sold rather quickly, all to the same buyer. Trunks and Bulma owned fifty-five percent of the stocks in their company giving them the final say even in a meeting with the board of trustees. The palace owned ten percent, leaving the other thirty-five percent to the public to buy or sell as they pleased in the market. It may have looked small, but one company was buying out the small shareholders of the company that owned fractional percentages and parts of palace funds. So far, they had been able to buy up to five-percent of the public stock.

“Someone is buying your company stock quickly, hoping these transactions would go under the radar. Not only that, but parts of the palace stock is beginning to dwindle. How is that possible?” I asked, feeling Trunks lean forward and wrap an arm tenderly around my waist. Resting his chin on my shoulder, I felt his hand slide over mine on the mouse to pull up another document that showed the breakdown of the palace stock.

“When employees are hired, a part of their benefit is a small share of the company stock. This stock is only an added bonus for employment and cannot be sold. Increases in their wages are given monthly based on how much is earned from their stock. A few of our workers have sold their stock illegally to this person and it may take a while to gain it back. I have a list of employees that have sold their stock and will be having a mandatory meeting tomorrow to resolve this issue,” Trunks enlightened as I couldn’t help but feel a suspicion rise.

“Is there anything you need me to do?” I asked and was answered with a rumbling chuckle. A soft kiss was pressed against my neck as I felt his fingers caress my belly.

“You are doing enough Mako,” he retorted. I couldn’t help but feel I wasn’t accomplishing enough.

“Trunks, I want to be put to use helping with palace business,” I stated and felt him slightly stiffen. “It’s unfair of me to allow you to be bombarded with work when I can help alleviate some of the load and put a system into place so I can continue with those tasks even after the children arrive.”

Trunks fell silent while I was sure he was toiling with the idea in his mind as his fingers mindlessly continued their kneading. Through a series of folders he searched until the palace floor plans pulled up. The mouse hovered over on a small library located next to his office that I’m sure was used to entreat some prospective guests without giving them a tour to our main library. The parlor room could entreat a few guests and I had used it multiple times for informal visits with the throne room for new guests.

“I will bring in the architect to transform this room into an office and set-up a temporary work space for you in here,” Trunks stated.

“I’ll take care of transforming it and won’t need an architect,” I replied, feeling glad he was giving me some of the reins to hold. This would put my mind at ease to have my own space but also be closer to him. All this time I’d spent in Satan City, I’d hardly left the palace and aimlessly wondered the palace grounds when I wasn’t entertaining guests. This gave me more of a purpose as if I was getting a piece of myself back after all the issues I’d been through this year.

“I should prepare you for a few changes that will be occurring around the palace,” Trunks began, his warm tone beginning to harden in a business demeanor. I leaned back into him and let my hands press over his as a sign I was listening. “After the meeting and investigation tomorrow, there will be multiple changes in the staff. I will need you to contact Ms. Muzino for a recommendation of a palace physician, and the current amount of maids we have will be cut.”

“What is happening with Dr. Livingston?” I asked feeling worried. As a private person, I barely just accepted her as the main physician to overlook my pregnancy. Now, I would be forced to try with another instead.

“Goten found evidence that Livingston has been leaking information and conspiring with Caspian,” he responded coldly. “A plan was found to begin pushing a wedge in our relationship and separating us was just the starting point. From here on, the option of moving rooms will be out of the question. I had all your possessions returned to the suite.”

“Have you pin-pointed what Caspian is trying to do?” Trunks was tenser than ever at the question as I tried to soothingly rub his hand.

“It seems there are multiple variables to the unknown equation,” he began, starting to save and close documents. “The first instance was to bring us apart, but seeing as how that didn’t work he began on a new tactic. It is my firm belief that he is trying to get a foothold in the company to bring it down. If not stopped, he will hold a strong advantage over his first attempt of demands.”

“What demands?” I asked sharply. I was beginning to stiffen knowing what could happen if Caspian continued on this track. This time, he was going against a bull and wouldn’t be able to win. Trunks was a man even I wouldn’t dare mess with, even if I knew of his powers. In his position, I knew Trunks would have to be as diplomatic as possible even though I was sure he wanted to end this easily with his fists.

“It has been taken care of,” Trunks answered, avoiding the question and information I wanted. Closing the lid to his laptop, I gazed over at the tea to see it was already starting to get cold. Heeding Minako’s words, I decided not to press the issue and trust him. Trunks would deal with the Caspian issue as he sought. Leaning back into him, I couldn’t help but take in his familiar musk I’d missed. Twisting in his arms, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and nuzzled close to his neck. I knew that the only thing that could make someone feel calm inside was a hug from someone they loved.

“I missed you,” I whispered, and began to feel him relax as he carefully leaned back into his chair holding me.

“I will protect you Mako,” Trunks whispered, rubbing his hand soothingly on my back. His words gave me large comfort, knowing that after so many years of being in charge of protecting my Queen that it was now my turn to have the favor returned. After a week of being apart, my body ached for my husband’s passion and I would give into my desires. Trunks seemed to be thinking the same as he let out a soft groan the moment I resumed pressing my lips on his neck. Delicately nibbling the flesh, I slipped my hand down to cup his protruding loins begging to be unsheathed. Not wanting to play around, I felt the urge to just feel him within consume me. Giving a tug at his belt, I felt Trunks begin to pull me into a soft kiss while tenderly holding my hands. Pulling back slightly, Trunks gave me a boyish grin. “Mako, I can’t right now.”

I felt more than disappointed after waiting for so long. The past week had been torture while my libido seemed to go crazy and I didn’t have Trunks around to help with the relief.

“More work?” I asked, trying to keep the hint of disappointment back but felt it bubble up as I leaned back against the desk.

“No, I won’t be able to control myself,” Trunks seemed to answer honestly, a chill pushing through as I remembered the last time we were unable to control ourselves before we left back to Satan City. I couldn’t help but feel hot thinking about it and knowing it would be hard to get that same feeling again.

“How do you know I won’t be able to control myself?” I asked, feeling my voice drop to a sultry octave. Trunks was analytical again, watching my body movements before a grin pushed up. “I can help clear your mind before tomorrow’s meeting.”

My persuasion skills were lacking, but I was hoping he would at least give in. Trunks grinned as he pushed to his feet to give me a hot, knee-quivering kiss as I used his desk to balance. Giving in, I let Trunks dominant me and felt his body lean in. As he deepened the kiss, I slid my rump onto his desk and played as coy as possible by leaning into him as I rubbed my hands gently over his chest. Following the soft motion, I began to twist my body as I felt my shirt beginning to slide up. I shuttered the moment his fingers skimmed over my skin and felt him suddenly stop.

“Not here,” Trunks whispered, slipping my shirt back down. Sliding off the desk and picked-up into his arms, I felt the air move around us as I was able to recognize being back in the bedroom. Trunks had pulled the sheets back as he gently set me down, giving me a soft perk on my forehead. “Rest, this is going to be a long holiday.”

I felt disappointed when I felt Trunks disappear from the room, hearing the door softly close letting me know he’d gone back to the office. Tonight, I would let him get away but next time...he would be mine.

Taking breakfast in the veranda overlooking the garden, I couldn’t help but smile at how sweet Goten and Minako looked. In the smallest ways, they helped prepare each other’s plates even if it was buttering each other’s toast while the other prepared their coffee. The smell of coffee still made me slightly jealous, but I was happy enough to just smell the warm aromatic fumes.

“I finished the research for the meeting,” Goten suddenly said, bringing up my curiosity.

“Let me review it,” Trunks responded, folding his morning paper for later. Watching the folder come across the table, I couldn’t help but wonder what they were looking for or if the meeting entailed more than I was shown the prior evening.

“I hear you’re getting an office,” Minako interrupted between bites, pulling my curious eyes away from the documents Trunks read tediously.

“Yes,” I answered, pausing to wash down my toast with some orange juice. “Perhaps you could help me redecorate? I’d like to work with the current design until we can decide on a more suitable place closer to the children.”

“Makoto, your husband is the heir the leading technological industry. If there is anything you would need to make your office portable or functional, I’m sure he’d know more about it than I,” Minako chirped, giving me a sly smile.

“If it’s portable, perhaps I don’t need an office and could do work wherever,” I answered, only for Goten to chuckle.

“Oh, you’ll need an office alright to store all those documents and to casually meet with the heads of the city comfortably,” Goten joined in. Minako patted my hand tenderly.

“I’m sure once you’re fully submerged in the work, you’ll get the hang of it again. After having an assistant, it takes time to get used to doing it again,” she offered as breakfast was coming to an end.

“Leave your Fridays free so we can go over all proposals from the city before deciding to accept or decline,” Trunks lightly joined in. Rising from the table, Trunks gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving with Goten.

“Goten stayed up late finishing those documents, is there something going on?” asked Minako while we neatly stacked our dishes and began to move them into the kitchen to wash.

“It may have to do with the letter,” I began, filling the sink with soapy water while Minako wrapped the left overs.

“Have you seen it?” she asked curiously, and I shook my head at the answer. Quietly we continued over the tasks, both of us surely in our own thoughts. Times were changing as us senshi got married and starting having families of our own. Instead of facing the Nega-verse we would instead be facing those on Earth through diplomatic relations. No matter how hard we would all try to keep the peace, at times we could be plagued with war. With the World Union, we could delay it as much as possible but I felt Trunks was more than capable to deal with this situation.

If Caspian was buying stocks illegally to ruin our kingdom’s economy, then he could get away with a small slap on the wrist since these employees willingly sold him their shares. But what of the other shareholders in the public? We didn’t have proof that Caspian had attempted murder when I’d been shot with the arrow, or who had hired Bobby to threaten Reika into lying. The only person that could be our key witness to a case would be Kaspar and I felt it would be unlikely he would participate as a witness against his own brother. If Caspian was found guilty with Kaspar as our witness, he would be put away for a long time. If not, then I’m sure we would see something more devastating.

“Mako?” Minako’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as I dried my hands on a towel before giving her my full attention. “You’re thinking too much, relax.”

“So, is there anywhere particular you want to see while you’re here?” I asked, changing the topic. Minako pushed up a broad grin.

“I was hoping to catch a ride later today but didn’t want to leave you out,” she answered honestly. I couldn’t help but grin.

“I can at least brush a horse while you go out for a ride,” I commented and found her grin bubble up.

“Let me get into my riding gear, you dress warmly, and we’ll meet at your room.” Underway for our tasks for an adventure, I couldn’t help but feel a cold chill push through me as I pulled my eyes up to the door where Trunks stood. Normally I wouldn’t have minded, but his approach was stand-offish and hardened. Had the meeting ended abruptly or did something go wrong? I stopped my tasks to give him my full attention.

“After the new year I need to leave on business,” he stated rather dryly. From his tone I knew it had to do with our current situation. “Is there a specific guest you’d like?”

I thought about my friends, and knew I missed them but with Usagi nearing her due date I knew they needed to be with her. Someone would watch Chibi-usa while Mamoru took care of palace business.

“I’ll be fine,” I answered still feeling his scowl by my indecision.

“I will invite my father to stay,” Trunks announced. I felt him lighten slightly as a small grin pulled up when I stiffened. “My father is a stern, but good man. This can help strengthen your relationship with him since you both seemed to get off to a bad start.”

I couldn’t help but feel it was true. My first instance with meeting with his father was rough, to say the least. I needed to interact with his family as much as possible since they were now mine. When the children came, I knew I would be seeing them more often.

“I trust your decision,” I clarified and started pulling on my jacket while continuing to get ready for the trek to the barn. “I contacted Ami this morning and she will be sending out a new physician by the New Year. Is there anyone to temporarily take Livingston’s stead?”

“Livingston was given a week’s notice of termination and will vacate by the time a new physician is placed,” Trunks replied, the dryness coming back to his voice. I couldn’t help but feel worried while I gazed at him pulling on my boots.

“Has the situation grown worse over night?” I asked, wondering what else could have happened.

“A few of our top stockholders were recently threatened into selling for prices lower than their worth. I will be taking matters to the World Union to file a formal grievance. Unless this is resolved soon, I fear we will have more dealings with mediation at the World Union,” Trunks answered sternly and I couldn’t help but feel my heart sink. It felt like one trouble after another seemed to be coming our way and all of them were linked back to me.

“Has demands been issued?” I asked, pulling to my feet.

“They were issued in his letter but will go unmet.” A shudder pulsed through me while I tried to think of what Caspian could be demanding. Kaspar had given me a slight insight to what his brother was like, and had stepped away from the situation. If I made a call, would he be willing to help? Unsure if it would detrimental to the investigation that the World Union would enquire, I decided against any contact with either of them until I had the go ahead for our safety.

“Is there anything I can do?” I softly asked and was given his casual boyish grin.

“Go have fun with Minako. I’ll let you know when the time comes what I will need from you,” Trunks answered. No matter how much I wanted to enjoy my time with Minako, I knew I would always be worrying about our budding situation.

As the day before the holiday grew near, Trunks finally pulled himself completely away from his work to greet his parents, Bra and her husband Zod. Goten and Minako left the same day for their own family gathering in South Satan City. Trying to relax, I felt more nervous and worried than ever for our first holiday together after the last disastrous dinner party. On the eve of Christmas, we all gathered comfortably in the drawing room as Vegeta took his perch near the mantle. The moment I entered, I could see his eyes flicker to my waistline before a small smirk flourished. I didn’t know what to even say as his gaze seemed to stay on me while he turned from the mantle.

“I knew you were a competitive woman, couldn’t keep it to just one,” Vegeta commented, a compliment I didn’t expect from him. I couldn’t help but smile at it and wondered in my old age if I would be as proud as him to see my family continue to expand.

“Thank you,” I answered and felt early waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive. “How was it when Trunks was born?”

I watched Vegeta squint his eye as if remembering when another smirk popped up.

“I trained since the brat was crying all the time,” he retorted, beginning to fill me with dread.

“Vegeta was excited and stayed up all night with Trunks when I needed my sleep,” Bulma interrupted as she pushed into the room. Giving me a warm hug, she then wagged her finger at Vegeta. “While I’m helping Bra, you will be here helping Trunks and Makoto since they’ll need it double-time.”

I couldn’t help but swallow in fear of Vegeta staying here with us to help with the children but I wasn’t about to decline the help. Vegeta gave a bit of a grumble as he turned back to aimlessly looking out the window from his perch.

“Hey, welcome to the family!” I nearly jumped at the loud ecstatic entrance of Bra’s husband Zod. He was on a business trip during our wedding and was unable to make it since it was on short notice. I couldn’t help but notice why Bra chose him. Zod essentially looked like the epitome of a relaxed, beach cruiser. Comfortably dressed in jeans and a vintage t-shirt, Zod crossed the room to give me a warm hug and large smile. “I see you two didn’t wait around to get started!”

Zod let out a chuckle as his bright sapphires showed the same amusement, seeming even brighter against his beach tanned skin.

“I’m hoping for more grandchildren from you two,” Bulma announced, giving Zod a coy grin as he nervously pushed a hand through his short golden locks. “You two have been married five years, how long until another?”

“Mom, I think three grandchildren will be plenty,” Bra interrupted, pushing into the room looking radiant. Her dark hair was pulled up, giving her a glow while her stomach protruded. I couldn’t believe how quickly she grew in a few months’ time. Receiving a hug I couldn’t help but feel warmed by Bra’s presence. “How much longer? I’m famished and she’s been rolling around all day.”

“It should be finished soon,” Trunks interrupted as we had all finally gathered. I couldn’t help but feel the joy spread through me feeling the bonds of family. For years I felt the cold of loneliness and fate had changed that all within a year. I was now part of a family, gained an amazing partner, and soon would be a mother. If there was anything I could be thankful for this holiday, it would be all the joy I was experiencing.
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