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Snatched-Rewrite	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 2815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter One

Vegeta felt proud of himself, making it to Satan City in record timing with his prized cargo; he’d accepted the challenge from his son, finding a perfect match for him in a little over two weeks. Stumbling on a video Goten was watching, and looking it up later in awe: women in short skirts fighting in Tokyo, protecting the city, and saving humans. The tall auburn haired woman caught his eye in the documentary about the warriors of Crystal Tokyo. He visited her shop a few times, the first to get a look at her and the next to buy something. The small flower shop had a variety of plants and boasted awards for the Rose Festival three consecutive years. She’d been kind, helping him choose a flower arrangement for his wife and giving a complimentary bag of cookies. He’d eaten the whole bag on the flight home, and the flowers did the trick.
Circling the white dome of Capsule Corps, Vegeta moved in for the landing only to drop when he felt a burning shock rip through his body. They tumbled to the rounded top and started sliding in different directions. Makoto strained to find anything to grab onto, the sleek metal texture impenetrable. Preparing for a hard landing, she jumped and summersaulted to the ground. The pressure to her ankles slightly hurt, it was no wonder she normally wore boots. Breaking into a sprint, Makoto ran straight for the street but skidded to a halt when her kidnapper appeared. He was not pleased.
“Blasted woman!” he bellowed, coal brows tightly knitted. Makoto was shocked he was still standing after how much electricity she pumped into him. What was he? He grabbed her arm with inhuman speed and started dragging her across the grass. She winced at his strength, trying to pull away while charging another shock. Vegeta sprung into the air and flew straight to his son’s office window, dangling the troublesome woman. Raising his hand, he blasted a hole where he tossed the unsuspecting Makoto onto the rubble littered floor.
Rolling to her feet, Makoto felt her temper finally reach its peak; she was not going to be thrown around like a rag doll for his pleasure. Razor sharp oak leaves appeared in her hands as she started shooting them at the kidnapper, grinning when one landed. Wrapping an invisible string around her palm, she jerked him into the room and started pumping electricity into him. He fell to the floor, grunting, and muscles jerking violently. Ceasing the volts, Makoto panted; she wasn’t sure how long she could keep this up. Using this much of her power was tiring against a foe that wouldn’t stay down. There was no way he could be human, and if he was an AI, his circuits would have been fried.
“Let me leave or I’ll shock you again,” Makoto threatened, trying to calm her panting chest. Vegeta stopped twitching and grunted, smoke coming from the scorched mark on his chest where the leaf imbedded. He couldn’t help but smirked, feeling even more confident in his choice.
“You’re going to marry my son,” he reiterated. Makoto scoffed and wiped a light sweat from her brow.
“That’s not the answer I was looking for,” Makoto ground out and shocked him again. Vegeta fought it, his twitching hand grabbing the leaf and throwing it back at her. Makoto barely dodged it, feeling the sharp blade slice her upper arm.
“What in kami is going on in here?” yelled a woman marching across the room. Her bright cerulean eyes glared at her husband and the strange new woman. “Vegeta, explain right now why you’re blasting our business!”
Makoto was floored. This crazy man blasted a hole into his own building? Watching the short-haired business woman grab the man by the ear was a little more enjoyable than she anticipated.
“I brought Trunks a wife,” he answered matter-of-factly. Bulma Briefs gazed at the young woman almost approvingly, a soft smile pulling at her lips as she released his ear.
“What is your name dear?” Bulma asked softly, stepping over the bits of metal towards Makoto. Moving into the defense, Makoto took a step back into a stance and kept her eyes on both of them. Bulma put her manicured hands up and stopped moving. “No one’s going to hurt you sweetie, especially not my husband.”
“Makoto Kino,” she offered, staying ready.
“Miss Kino, I am Bulma Briefs of Capsule Corps and you’ve met my husband Vegeta,” the teal-haired woman began, “Why don’t we go somewhere more comfortable and talk? I’m sure this is a misunderstanding.”
Makoto looked between the two and licked her dry lips. Talking was better than fighting, especially since Bulma looked level-headed, and she was starving. Makoto let down her guard slowly.
“We could talk over lunch,” she suggested, watching Bulma light up.
“Come, let’s get you cleaned up and a change of clothes,” offered Bulma, taking Makoto by the arm and leading the way. Bulma took her to the elevator to the top floor where her office and laboratory sat, sometimes sharing the laboratory space with her son. “What are your sizes?”
Makoto watched the Bulma input the data as a large selection of clothing came up on the pad. Why didn’t they have this technology in Crystal Tokyo? It would be easier than sliding through her closet trying to figure out what to wear.
“Feel free to take a shower and I’ll patch you up when you’re done, the clothes are on the way,” Bulma offered and left Makoto to the shower. Thankful for the privacy and steamy shower, her muscles begin to relax. This was turning into one hell of a day and all she could think about were her roses. She needed to get back; this was an important time of year especially for her hidden project. Wrapping her hair in a towel, Makoto checked her wounds to see the cut already healing and bruised hand print fading. It was one of the perks being a senshi, wounds healed faster than normal and helped to keep her identity a secret in the past. Now, almost everyone knew who she was.
Getting ready, Makoto frowned at the items in the garment bag and shoe box but slipped into them since her work clothes disappeared. The summer dress was modest, except for the hemline coming two inches above her knee. Running her hands over the pink floral printed chiffon fabric, she had to admit it was lovely. She looked forward to the days working in her shop when she could slip into a casual dress. Slipping into snowy flats, Makoto exited the bathroom to see Bulma pleased.
“You look wonderful,” she remarked. “This way, Miss Kino.”
Silently, Makoto trudged along. There had to be more to this lunch than Bulma was letting on, a hunching suspicion growing. Hesitating before entering the sleek red hover car and staring at Bulma, Makoto frowned.
“Where are you taking me?” she questioned.
“It’s about fifteen minutes away, one of my favorite places that will provide us with a quiet, and private, area to talk,” Bulma babbled. “Vegeta went home to change, he’ll meet us there.”
Slipping into the tanned leather seat, Makoto let out a sigh and leaned back into the comfortable seat. “Where am I?”
“You’re in Satan City.” Makoto snapped her head immediately to her host. It had to be impossible; there was no way she was out for that long. Her kidnapper flew, was it likely for him to move at such inhuman speeds covering 500 miles? Biting her lip, Makoto felt helpless and stuck. She had no ID, no passport, no money, her purse was back in the work truck, and was at the mercy of her captives. Was this part of their plan, to keep her vulnerable? Trying not to panic, she pulled on a veil of calm as they walked into the restaurant.
“Right this way Mrs. Briefs, would you like to order some drinks while you wait?” offered the host, leading them down stone steps.
“Please take my guest back, I need to use the facilities,” Bulma excused as she left Makoto to be seated. The host led her through a French-looking restaurant, rustic and comfortable. Entering through French doors, the private room was extravagant nestled on a patio. It boasted a private bar, cozy fireplace, and a view of a very-well maintained garden.
“Would you like something to drink Miss?” the neatly dressed host asked.
“A mimosa, please,” she ordered, walking to the end of the patio. Taking the offered drink, Makoto sipped it while the names of all the plants went through her mind.
Trunks Briefs rushed from the business meeting after a call from his mom and started to head across town. She sounded a bit panicked, saying they needed to have a meeting immediately because of something his father had done. He wasn’t sure what it could be now, finding that his father was irrational at times. Did he crush another gadget he couldn’t figure out how to work? Or blow something up in a fit of rage?
Parking at their usual restaurant, Trunks fixed his wind-blown lavender locks that managed to slip free from their restraint. Buttoning his jacket and straightening his tie, he walked down the familiar stone floor to the back. Une Fleur was the most accommodating places they dined, having brought a number of personal clients. Entering the usual private room, Trunks stopped short as he stared at the tall auburn-haired splendor with her back turned. It’d been a few weeks since his parents tried to set him up, was this one of his mom’s tricks?
She turned when he fully entered the room, sipping the orange liquid casually and pausing when emerald orbs made contact.
“I’m Trunks Briefs, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” his smooth baritone caressed her, bringing a blush to her cheeks. Shaking his offered hand, she couldn’t rip her eyes away from the sapphire gems or push the heat from her cheeks. She hadn’t expected him to be so…handsome.
“Makoto Kino,” she offered, straightening her posture and feeling glad she’d cleaned up. Dirt stained jeans, and windblown hair would have made a rather odd impression.
“Please, have a seat,” Trunks offered, pulling a heavy wooden chair out for his guest before seating himself across. “Tell me, where are you from?”
Makoto couldn’t believe the casualty of his tone and demeanor. Did he know nothing of what had transpired this morning? Deciding to play it cool and calm, Makoto participated in the small talk.
“I’m from Crystal Tokyo,” she began, watching the lavender brows raise in surprise. “I own a small flower boutique in the city. What do you do Mr. Briefs?”
“Please, call me Trunks,” he insisted. “I’m the Vice President of Capsule Corps.”
“What do you produce? I haven’t heard of it before,” she questioned, curiously.
“All our products come in a small capsule ranging from hover cars to houses. We’re able to program and customize each capsule to fit customer needs,” Trunks explained, watching the surprise wash over her.
“That’s amazing,” Makoto admitted, her rosy mouth pulling into a smile. “Sounds like something we need over in Crystal Tokyo.”
“I’m heading there this week to meet with the royal family in hopes of expanding,” he revealed, noticing a warm smile. Makoto felt relieved, he was her ticket home and couldn’t wait to get back.
“I apologize for the wait, I had a business call to take,” Bulma interrupted, beaming at how cozy the two looked over drinks. She was already thinking of the beautiful grandchildren they could make, hoping that this dating arrangement would work in her favor. Taking a seat next to Makoto, Bulma motioned for Vegeta to join from the hallway. “So, what do you think of my son?”
Makoto nearly choked on a sip of her drink at the question.
“You don’t need to answer,” Trunks covered, seeing her body stiffen. Bulma huffed a bit, and decided to get down to business now that their meal was served.
“Well, we do have a lot to discuss Miss Kino,” Bulma began, “like starting out with dating my son.”
“What makes you think I’d agree instead of reporting you? It could throw a wedge in your negotiations for expansion to Crystal Tokyo,” Makoto replied, taking a bite of seafood crepes and feeling her taste buds rejoice. She slowly paced herself, even though her stomach was ravenous.
“How would reporting Vegeta benefit you?” Bulma probed. Makoto smiled and set down her fork.
“By now, all four of my employees have reported my abduction,” she began and cast a look to Vegeta. “I could speak to the royal family on your behalf and make this seem like a small misunderstanding.”
Trunks watched the savvy minx negotiate; she wasn’t only beautiful but intelligent, making the best of an awkward situation. If his father abducted her, there had to be a reason. When set up on dates, his mother tended to go for the beautiful women but this was a first from his father, he wasn’t sure what to expect.
“So, what is it you would like as compensation?” asked Bulma, glancing between the two. Makoto took her sweet time answering, knowing the silence was deafening as she took another bite. Looking at the muscular male, Makoto wondered if she could help him escape his parent’s control.
“Since Trunks is traveling to Crystal Tokyo, I’ll agree to a few casual dates,” began Makoto.
“Two dates a week, for the entirety of his stay and clear up the misunderstanding,” Bulma countered.
“If our schedules allow it, I will have a few days of work to make up for when I return. Add a couple of days working at my flower shop for loss of productivity, that closet organizer and you’ve got a deal,” Makoto pushed, really only wanting the closet organizer. She couldn’t wait to show it to her friends and hoped it was one of the products Capsule Corps would bring to the city.
“Deal,” Bulma exclaimed enthusiastically. Vegeta did not look pleased, his arms folded over his chest.
“What do you want for an engagement?” he pushed, putting Makoto back in the hot seat. She’d already dealt with him earlier but found the angry man stubborn. It was a good question, Makoto never thought about having an arranged marriage or engagement. While it was still popular in her culture for parents to find a suitable match, she’d come to terms long ago of it not happening.
“Dating is enough,” Trunks cut in. Vegeta glared at his son.
“This is the one,” he stated and looked back at the silent woman for an answer. She didn’t know how to answer; there were a lot of variables to consider. Would he move to Crystal Tokyo? Makoto wasn’t about to leave her business behind, or friends. She needed to be close in case she was needed if a threat did happen to arise. The future was never set in stone, and this era of peace might come to an end. It’d happened in the future before, that’s how they learned of Chibi-usa.
“Teach us how to fly,” Makoto finally answered, knowing it was something that would benefit the whole. If they could fly, it could help during a battle.
“Us?” asked Bulma, feeling a bit embarrassed she didn’t research her possible future daughter-in-law before starting negotiations.
“Yes, my friends and I,” began Makoto, settling back into her seat. “There are a few of us that hold special abilities, as your husband witnessed earlier. If there was a threat to Crystal Tokyo and the royal family, it would be a great benefit for us to fly.”
Trunks was intrigued. So she wasn’t just a normal woman, his father found someone with the skills of a fighter and special abilities. He knew it was possible to teach anyone to fly, his friend Gohan had taught his own wife years ago.
“I’ll teach you,” Trunks supplied. Bulma let out a pleased sigh and moved to her feet.
“It’s a deal then, I’ll have paper work drawn up and we can meet tomorrow to go over the finals details,” Bulma said happily. Reaching into her purse, she handed Makoto a key card. “I arranged a hotel for you and hope you enjoy your time in Satan City.”
With that, the odd couple left. Makoto couldn’t help but feel she might have been swindled and knew tomorrow she would comb through the fine details, hoping to get some more perks in her favor. With them gone, she felt a weight off her shoulders and relaxed a bit to gaze at her fiancé. His deep chuckle lightened the room.
“I am worth two days of labor, a closet organizer, and flying,” he mused. Makoto couldn’t help but join in on the humor, finishing her drink.
“Really, I just wanted the organizer and it looks like I’m going to need it,” she admitted, giving him a bashful smile before her mind began to wonder. “Do you even want this?”
Trunks smiled at her sincerity. “You own a business, I’m sure you know what it’s like prioritizing your life for success. Dating doesn’t make it into the top five, let alone getting married.”
She nodded, knowing the feeling well. There were a few times she tried dating but it didn’t last long, they didn’t understand her dedication and drive living her dream. She’d been heartbroken when her first serious boyfriend dumped her because of her work. It’d caused a few setbacks since they were supposed to open the flower shop together; with his contribution gone, Makoto had no other choice but to work harder to make up for the loss.
“No, it doesn’t,” she admitted soberly and let out a sigh.
“Why did you agree? You could have said no,” Trunks questioned, analyzing the female.
“An engagement doesn’t necessarily mean marriage,” Makoto begun, thinking of the romance-dramas she’d watched over the years. If it didn’t work, then there was no deal but what would be repercussions be? Tonight, she had a lot of thinking to do and would be calling her lawyer in.
“Do you intend to call it off after you get what you want?” Trunks investigated, narrowing his gaze. Something he dislike was half-hearted business deals, either you were in or out.
“No, of course not,” Makoto stated, blushing with embarrassment. “It takes time to get to know someone because you can come to that conclusion and I intend to keep my word.”
Trunks felt a bit of relief by her words and held back a smile. His warm hand slithered over the table to touch her long fingers, catching her by surprise.
“I’ll let you set the pace, there is no rush,” he offered. Makoto felt relaxed in his presence, his words offering comfort to the unsure voice in the depths of her mind. Following his lead, Makoto rose from her seat. “I’ll take you to your hotel so you can gather your thoughts and strategies for tomorrow.”
Taking the offered crook of his arm, Makoto let him take the lead knowing she had to be ready for anything tomorrow.
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