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Snatched-Discontinued	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 4340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nineteen

I could tell we were going to an upstanding restaurant by the black tuxedo Trunks changed into. This had to be an official outing so I made sure to dress the part in a halter champagne laced gown that reached my knees with a satin emerald sash.

“Is he like you expected?” I tried, putting the finishing touches on my hair. I left it down in curls, just like Trunks loved. Trunks chuckled behind me, watching as I got ready with interested eyes.

“I don’t know what I was expecting since it’s not every day you meet the person responsible for your race,” he stated. I just bobbed my head with a nod, biting my tongue at all the insults and responses I wanted to say. There was no point putting Trunks in a bad mood for the evening due to my own insecurities. I’d seen what destruction Chrono could do, and what he acted like in the past. Just thinking about him made my blood boil! “In time we will tell his true motives.”

I was surprised to hear Trunks mention it, but at the wrinkle of his brow, I knew he sensed something was wrong about his maker.

“Do you feel, strange, around him?” I tried, the curiosity bubbling inside. I shivered slightly at the thought of Chrono’s voice, the goose flesh perking along my skin. Trunks shrugged as he watched me apply a hint of make-up.

“No, but I can sense his power,” he admitted, his voice sounding a bit rough. “When Vegeta meets him, he’ll want to spar.”

I giggled at the thought, knowing how rash Vegeta was at times yet there was that softer side he hid so well. If I pinned Vegeta down right, he would want to more than spar with Chrono and want to make himself powerful. When he’d come back from the Time Chamber, I could feel the power rolling off him with my new senses. Dabbing on some perfume, Trunks let out a low whistle as he helped me into a light evening jacket.

“Where have you been hiding that?” asked Trunks as we started to leave. I couldn’t help but blush at his compliment.

“I ordered it when we got back from our vacation,” I coded, since we were watching how we spoke. Trunks grinned and wrapped a possessive arm around my waist as we moved down the halls to meet in the limo. I would have rather taken a small car but when guests from another country were visiting, especially royalty, there were certain protocols. Taking a seat, I found two pairs of eyes already on me. The first was Kaspar, smiling as he passed me a glass of champagne and the second sent my internal alarms going. I wanted to ignore Chrono but when he licked his lips looking me over, I was half tempted to toss my champagne in his face.

“You are in amazing shape for just having twins,” Chrono commented as I sipped my drink. Trunks barely squeezed my shoulder and I understood to stay calm.

“Thank you,” I almost said through my teeth, trying to make light conversation. “I was able to get into a normal exercise routine with the help of Trunks since he took some time off work after they came.”

“One of the many perks of having a Saiyan husband,” Chrono stated and sent me a wink. I knew what he was hinting at and I didn’t like it one bit.

“How do you feel not being dead?” I wasn’t able to filter my anger and mentally bit my tongue after the question blurted out. Trunks let out a sigh, and Kaspar looked like he was holding in a chuckle. Chrono just leaned back with an amused grin.

“Ah. I was wondering when it would come out,” he baited, finishing his drink. I could feel Trunks lean forward to speak but Chrono held up his hand to silence him. “What is it you’d really like to ask me, Makoto?”

I felt the anger rear up and begin to take over, no matter how much I wanted to try and be civil. There was no way I could be civil with someone like him, and try to fight the confusing strange feelings. Everything about him had me on edge.

“What do you want? Why are you here, after all these years?” I began, feeling the tightness in my chest begin to give way. “Someone went through a lot of trouble to bring you back, to the point of pushing Trunks and I together just for that purpose. Hell, someone snuck into my room and stole blood from my children for kami’s sake!”

Chrono was silent, relaxed in his seat while the silence in the limo became deafening. Why wouldn’t he answer? Was there something he was still hiding?

“Don’t you believe in second chances?” Chrono asked, trying to pull toward my emotions. “I was created for a purpose I didn’t want and acted out like a selfish child rebelling against my father. As punishment, I was sent away to a desolate planet where I created life. From this life, I learned what it was like to be the Father of an entire race and the responsibilities. By then, it was too late. My father stopped ruling and left the Earth to its own fate, forgetting about me. I wanted to live, to start again, and to make-up for my past transgressions.”

Chrono paused, leaning forward in his seat while keeping direct eye contact.

“You and your friends were gifted the power of my siblings, and with that power, an insight for danger. As you can see, I’m not a danger but instead am asking for forgiveness. To live life in peace and get to know the last surviving Saiyans. Will you forgive me Makoto?” he finished. I almost wanted to say ‘yes’ but something inside me screamed ‘no’. I had to clear my mind, and take a step back from this situation. What would Usagi have done if she were in my position? For all those years we were fighting for as soldiers, to protect the people, we believed in giving a second chance. Each time we were in battle, Usagi would heal whomever she could if possible. How could this be any different from then?

Sure, our potential ‘enemy’ hadn’t physically attacked us, or tried to hurt the people of Earth. How could I know for sure if he wouldn’t though? He’s an ancient god with powers...but then I would be like everyone else. Like the people I disliked and ignored while growing up knowing I was different, taller, and had a bad reputation that surrounded me. It was Usagi who showed me that kindness, and now it was my chance to spread it. Maybe I’d been wrong with my assumptions after all.

“No,” I almost whispered, and felt the air thicken in the limo. “I’m not the person you should be asking forgiveness from. It’s not my place to forgive you for your past actions Het—Chrono and it is wrong of me to judge you. Only with time will you be able to gain my trust.”

I felt Trunks give a light squeeze, agreeing with my method. I could live with giving him a chance, but internally, I couldn’t wait until Cronus was here to confront his son. Only then would I fully give Chrono a chance without keeping one eye open.

“Thank you Makoto.” I wanted to flinch at the way my name rolled off Chrono’s tongue, it felt odd. I just pushed up a smile and gave a nod, feeling glad the limo was coming to a stop. Moving from the car, I was surprised at the museum we were stopped in front of as the camera’s flashed around us. Slightly blinded, I posed with Trunks for a few pictures as we continued inside.

“What is this?” I leaned in to ask Trunks.

“A dinner benefit for Satan City’s education to pay for extra school activities. I made a donation in the name of Sai and Hiro,” Trunks explained as a smile crept up. It was something I loved about Trunks, how kind and big-hearted he was, especially to his people. That was how a King was supposed to be.

The benefit was full of people I’d never met and was introduced to as we mingled through the crowd. A few were business partners and supporters of Capsule Corps, while the rest worked in the city. I managed to get parted from Trunks after going to the ladies room but couldn’t bear to break him up from his talk with a few business partners. He looked to animated and natural in the role.

“I see now why you chose him,” Kaspar’s voice startled me from the side. I smiled, taking the glass of champagne he offered. “How have you been? I heard you were under medical watch for a few months.”

“It has been looking up. I settled into the new palace but it’s been one event after another since then. What about you Kaspar?” I asked, taking a drink while wrapping my arm around his. Kaspar gave me a beaming smile.

“Since Caspian has been busy helping Chrono, I was able to start dating again,” he answered, my heart leaping for joy. “We have been seeing each other for six months and when I return, I will propose.”

“Congratulations!” I couldn’t help but exclaim but had to resist giving him a hug in the public’s eye. It was enough I was speaking with him, but I wasn’t about to have a potential scandal in the paper. “I wish you the best and happiness. You more than deserve it.”

“Thank you, and I hope you two may be able to attend? If all goes as planned, I will have a private ceremony where only select few are invited before I take over the throne,” Kaspar revealed, making my heart leap at the potential. With Kaspar taking the throne, that would help his country since it didn’t have much of a leader at the moment. Not only that, but we would have a potential alley if something should happen with his brother. I was happy for Kaspar on so many different levels.

“I would be more than happy to attend. I am very happy for you Kaspar,” was all I could reply, giving his arm a light squeeze.

“Perhaps a celebratory dance?” asked Kasper while I gazed through the crowd at the busy dance floor. I hadn’t noticed it much with the soft orchestra music in the background and mingle through the crowd.

“Definitely.” Putting out glasses down on a passing tray, we moved out to the dance floor where I was impressed by Kaspar’s moves. I felt sure he could dance but I never thought he was a wonderful dancer, knowing more moves than I thought possible. With my love of ice skating, I also took dancing classes and felt Kaspar was the teacher from way back then.

“A little rusty I see,” Kaspar commented, causing a blaze to push to my cheeks. I had been slacking but the reminder put me a bit to shame.

“I had a busy year but I’m sure I could skate circles around you,” I challenged, watching Kaspar’s face brighten with a chuckle.

“I am sure you could since I prefer my feet.” It felt nice knowing something new about Kaspar. I was about to darken the mood a bit when I saw a large hand clasp on his shoulder and followed it up to the face of Chrono.

“Mind if I cut in?” My grip tightened as I watched Kaspar smile and nod, mentally screaming ‘no’.

“Of course, I won’t keep her highness any longer,” Kaspar politely responded, handing me off to Chrono. I put on a fake smile as Chrono took my hand.

“It has been a while, perhaps you could show me something simple?” asked Chrono. He looked like he didn’t know where to put his hands, which meant this would be a bit of a lesson.

“Your right hand will go on my back while your left will hold mine like so,” I began, adjusting our posture for this type of dance. “We’ll do a basic waltz where I’ll lead until you get the hang of it.”

I counted softly while instructing his feet where to go for a basic square waltz and found he was catching on rather quickly. I regretted him catching on fast since now I was faced with him staring into my eyes. If I were to move my gaze, it would be a sign of weakness that I wasn’t willing to give. I didn’t back down even when I felt his hand lowering on my back. It was at that moment something strange happened in the atmosphere as I felt a power climbing behind me where I thought Trunks must be. It lightly tingled up my spine and made Trunks’ mark begin to throb. I wanted to pull away, to see what was angering Trunks but Chrono’s grip remained hard.

“Let go,” I demanded in a low whisper I knew both Saiyans could hear. Chrono smirked and I felt like something slammed into my chest. I gasped, feeling the true power of Chrono filling the area to a suffocating point. I wanted to crumple in awe yet felt drawn to it like a moth to light. He was glowering, amused at how we were caught off guard by this sudden display of power in public. The red flags came up immediately when I felt a burning on my neck. I jerked away, stumbling back to bump into another couple. I hadn’t missed the looks as I excused myself, making an escape to the restroom.

Here, I could breathe as the strength seemed to be pulled back as suddenly as it was dropped. What happened back there? Why did he suddenly do that? Looking up from leaning over the sink, I was surprised to see Trunks had slipped in and locked the door. There was something to his face that let me know what happened had been bad.

“We need to leave,” he stated. Trunks checked out the window in the bathroom and then held his hand out to me. “Kaspar has us covered.”

I took his hand and followed his lead silently out the window. Taking the back route of the museum, we moved through the side streets and alleyways until our limo seemed to pull up right in front of us. Only a few people saw us get inside but that didn’t matter. My heart was pounding as I still gripped his hand.

“What happened back there?” Trunks wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close, pressing a soft kiss against my temple. This was strange, Trunks trying to romance me in the middle of a panic as his mouth covered mine. I didn’t want to push him away, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and letting him take control. Perhaps dancing with Chrono made Trunks a little uneasy and he needed to have some proof that I was his. Feeling his mouth trail down my neck, I shuttered and wished we were home instead of driving around. I would have gone along with it until I felt a pain and burning sensation on my neck. Pushing him away, I was livid. “What’s the matter with you?”

Trunks ignored me again as he kept me pinned down examining my neck. Now, I was getting more than pissed and struggled against his grip.

“Quit moving,” he snapped the order, tilting my head to the side to get a better look. I fumed, looking up at him from the odd position on the seat keeping my mouth in a tight line. “This is strange...”

His muttering was to himself but I felt the curiosity and fear pull through me. What had happened that was strange and why the heck did he bite me? I decided to take a different approach, letting out a calming breath and reaching my hand up to touch his face. Finally, he looked at me with clouded gems.

“Trunks, talk to me,” I tried calmly, watching him let out a sigh.

“My claim to you has disappeared.” I frowned, touching my neck to find it sensitive but no indentation. What did this mean? “We’re going to speak to my father since he knows more than anyone about Saiyan law and regulation.”

I could see the worry starting to crease his brow and knew I had to do something. Holding his face in my hands, I smiled up at him.

“Our hearts have claimed each other, that should be enough,” I tried, pushing some of his lavender strands back. Sure, it was cheesy, but it was something to take his mind from it. Trunks managed a small smile and leaned down to kiss me.

“We’ll get through this, we always do.” I nodded, trying to be confident with his words as the limo came to a halt. Smoothing down my wrinkled dress, I stepped out to find Vegeta standing in the door frame. I’d never experienced him greeting us and nervously took Trunks’ hand as we moved up the walk. Bulma and Vegeta’s home was nestled in town near Capsule Corps. It mimicked the dome shape of the company due to it being a creation by Bulma. Recently, flowers had been planted down the side of walk giving it a homey feel.

“Trunks, Makoto, what a surprise to see you!” Bulma stated, peeking around Vegeta while burping one of the boys. “I didn’t expect you until tomorrow. Hiro and Sai are having so much fun with Grandma and Grandpa.”

“I wanted to come by for a bit,” Trunks answered, leaning down to give Bulma a kiss on the cheek. Vegeta moved but not before giving me a narrowed gaze as his nostrils flared, smelling the air.

“What happened?” Vegeta questioned, his gaze sticking to me.

“That’s what we came to talk about, we don’t know what happened,” I managed, my palms starting to feel clammy. Before Vegeta could speak, Bulma clicked her tongue.

“Come inside, I’ll make some tea then we’ll talk,” she interrupted, saving us from a conversation on the porch. Thankfully, Vegeta moved aside to let us in. I couldn’t help but smile at how cozy their home was, something I’d dreamed about before Crystal Tokyo or taking the position as ruler of Emerald Tower. It was inviting with personal touches and pictures of their family growing through the years. I gazed down in the bassinet at Sai sleeping, still frowning like it was how he would always look. Hiro grumbled a little when Bulma put him down. “If you’d like to change, some of your old clothes are still upstairs in your bedroom.”

I perked at the idea of seeing Trunks’ room growing up, wishing we’d stopped here before. Trunks didn’t argue and led the way as I paused to see the pictures. He looked so cute when he was little, always messy, and active. Trunks grunted when he turned on the light in his room.

“She left it the same,” he stated, looking around. The bed was neatly made, awards stacked on a shelf for winning the science fair, and more pictures littered the walls. Some we were Goten, and even a wrestling championship win. If he’d won all these awards and achievements, why was it I’d never heard of him before?

“This is really nice,” I finally said while Trunks opened the closet to look through a few clothes. Instead, he took his jacket off and put it on the back of the desk chair, his tie to follow, and unbuttoned his collar.

“Will you do the same for our kids?” asked Trunks, watching me intently as I looked at more of his stuff.

“Definitely. It’s nice to have something familiar and comforting to come home to when you’re older. A reminder that you still mean the world to someone even if you feel less than that.” I couldn’t help but feel a knot pull to my throat thinking about it, our future, and how much I wanted to give them what I missed out on.

“You’re doing a great job Mako,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. I nodded, hearing Bulma’s voice in the living room as we made our way down. Taking a seat and thankful for some tea to calm down, the room stayed silent.

“How was the benefit?” asked Bulma, trying to strike up conversation. Trunks smirked and shrugged.

“I don’t know, we left early due to a strange altercation,” he began, looking over at Vegeta. “It ended with my claim erasing from Makoto, even after I bit her again on the ride here.”

Vegeta chuckled with a smirk.

“You can’t just mark a female. It has to be during the prime of her scent,” Vegeta divulged, looking rather amused. “From time to time you must renew your claim, usually after your female’s scent changes by having children.”

“Then why now, not after I had Sai and Hiro?” I asked.

“It takes time for your scent to regulate after a birth,” Vegeta explained. I felt a bit nervous but relieved it wasn’t anything serious.

“With the time chamber, it prolonged the process since the body thought it was going through another change,” Trunks concluded. “If that doesn’t work, what else could it be?”

“A challenge,” Vegeta answered as if starting to get bored. I was curious to what this meant as well. Vegeta grumbled a moment and let out a sigh. “Another Saiyan can take your claim if a challenge is made when your mate undergoes a scent change. It is a combat of choice and the winner takes the mate as well as possessions.”

“How do you know if a challenge is made?” I asked quickly, feeling a bit nervous.

“Trunks will know if his claim doesn’t stick,” Vegeta grumbled. I was beginning to get frustrated myself while I looked at Vegeta for more answers of what next. Vegeta drank some of his tea ignoring us. “What are you sitting around here for? Go claim her!”

I heard Hiro grumble at the loud noise and Bulma click her tongue.

“You can use Trunks’ old room if you’d like,” Bulma offered kindly. A blush pushed into my face as I squeezed Trunks’ hand.

“We’ll be back tomorrow for Sai and Hiro,” Trunks countered, much to my relief. “I’ll see us out.”

Taking our leave, I let out a sigh while gazing at Trunks when we got in the limo.

“I didn’t understand some of the terms so could you—”

“Just think of it as a second honeymoon,” Trunks tried, then told the driver to stop at a hotel.

“It doesn’t make sense, I thought you said a claim is for life before,” I started again only for Trunks to chuckle.

“My Dad might have worded it that way due to there being no competition on this planet since we know all the Saiyans here,” Trunks offered. “With Chrono here, it might be a little different. That display at the benefit looked like a challenge.”

“Let’s not think about it until tomorrow,” I offered, not wanting to have Trunks all brooding instead of getting into the mood. Trunks chuckled, moving out of the stopped limo and offering his hand.

“Is there anything else you’d like my queen?” his sultry tone rippled as I pushed down a shiver. I gave Trunks a sly smile.

“I’d like the key to our room.”

AN: It's been a while huh? Well, a lot has happened. I'm getting married and have been planning my wedding on short notice, etc. Four days left until I'm a Mrs. Thank you all kindly for your patience, support, and reviews! For those that don't know, or who are interested, there is a clean version of this fic hosted on FF.Net (same title, same account name).
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