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

Chapter Three

I was still embarrassed from the night before but thankful the bedroom was mine; I felt bad for him sleeping on the couch and wondered what I could do to make amends. It must have been a hard adjustment to have a woman suddenly dropped into your life, left in your care, agree to marry you, and take over your home. Not to mention, have their assistant ridicule your living quarters. Pulling on my silk green and white floral robe, I exited the bedroom refreshed, clean and gazing at the darkened hall. Even with all the wine I drank the night before, I was wide awake at six. I felt as if my old college schedule was coming back with a vengeance. Finding the light on in the kitchen, I entered to expect Trunks but found a complete stranger standing at the sink guzzling a cup of water. Setting down the cup, I saw a bright, sincere smile pull to his lips.

“Hi, I’m Goten Son,” he greeted cheerfully, running a thick hand through his shaggy ebony locks. His tank top didn’t leave much imagination to the eye; quivering muscles gleamed with sweat under the light as if he just finished exercising. Why was I recently seeing men with bulging muscles? “Trunks should be back in a bit, he’s finishing up some training.”

“Makoto Kino,” I answered, watching him come from behind the bar giving his arms a stretch. My curiosity was peaked. “Training?”

“Yep, every morning we meet at five and train for an hour with our dads. Need to stay prepared if Earth has any unexpected visitors,” Goten answered, his chocolate eyes even smiling. “Hey, you two should come over for breakfast. My mom always cooks enough for an army.”

“We’ll meet you over there Goten,” Trunks suddenly said, coming in from the living room dabbing himself with a towel.

“Sure thing, see you two soon!” Goten left rather quickly but I noticed he didn’t leave out the front door…then where did he go?

“You can get ready while shower,” Trunks spoke, starting down the hall. I waited until I heard the water start before I entered to get ready. Quickly looking through my cloths, I found something as casual as possible that ended up being a white halter top styled dress with a warm green floral design. Slipping into my jeweled heels, I looked up in time while fastening my straps to see Trunks drying his hair in a towel while the towel at his waist hung increasingly low at his hips. It took a lot of self-control to pry my eyes away from those defined abdominals and hip lines that had me wondering where they led. The hot steam rolling off his tanned skin helped none to the curious eye. I cast my gaze down to shift into fastening my other shoe and then heard the distinct sound of the towel crumple on the floor. I did the second thing I thought of, and squeezed my eyes shut.

“By the gods…” I muttered, fighting against my curiosity to look and modesty to keep them shut. I figured since he was drying his hair he hadn’t noticed I was still in here so I did the best logical thing I could think of and blindly crawled for the door. I thought this plan would have worked perfectly…if it wasn’t for me undershooting the door and making a thud against the wall. I heard a chuckle, knowing the jig was up and hoping he was at least half decent. Rubbing my sore spot, I opened my eyes and pushed to my feet.

“If you want a view, all you have to do is ask,” Trunks said, unable to keep the amused smile down. I couldn’t help but noticed he was still in his towel and standing so close I could almost taste the fresh soap radiate off his skin. I was surprised to feel his hand touch my chin lightly enough to snag my attention to his warm eyes and casual smile. “Don’t be embarrassed Makoto, it’s bound to happen.”

Trunks was one hell of a smooth talker, no wonder he was a business man. I felt the guilt of fighting with my subconscious to melt away. He was right; I was going to marry him so there was no reason to be embarrassed. He couldn’t sleep on the couch forever or until I was comfortable with our situation. My phone ringing saved me from the awkward situation as I answered it and left him to get dressed.

“Makoto, what are you doing for lunch today?” asked the flirtatious feminine voice in my ear belonging to Minako Aino. I couldn’t help but smile and knew it was now or never to get the news spread around.

“I’m in Satan City,” I responded, hearing a shocked gasp on the other side.

“Is that why you didn’t make it to Usa’s for my welcoming home dinner?” she asked curiously but I could tell there was a hint of disappointment.

“I’m sorry Minako, something suddenly came up,” I replied, hoping to mend her hurt feelings.

“Mako, if you need to talk about the situation that happened with Motoki we’ll always be here for you,” I heard Minako’s voice soften. “None of us want to see you hurting and would do anything to get you through this disappointment.”

“Thank you Minako, that means the world.” I couldn’t help smiling, feeling thankful for having good friends even though we’d all went our own ways.

“Now tell me, what’s in Satan City that’s keeping you away? I stopped by the palace to see some modifications underway and Kaspar looked frigid,” Minako said with an amused giggle. Minako had always made fun of me for so willingly accepting Kaspar as a gift, since I left out the part that he would have been beheaded if I didn’t take him. It was one of her favorite things to do was toy with him, giving him random tasks that didn’t exist and now he wouldn’t even listen to her. Thinking of how to answer the question, I heard a sudden gasp on the line with a mixture of crinkling papers. “Oh Makoto you minx! You’re having a romance with the hottest bachelor in Satan City!”

“Minako, don’t read those trashy articles,” I began, hearing a giggle.

“Don’t you dare tell me how these photos of his dreamy, masculine arm around you are nonsense. I want all the juicy details, elaborated of course, of how he’s a hot, passionate stallion that fills your every need,” Minako purred into the phone. The moment her mind went there, there was no bringing it back. I was trying not to blush too much and thinking Minako should have become a romance novelist. “I bet he’s…oh never mind, I’ll pass on those details!”

I couldn’t help but laugh with her, catching from the corner of my eye Trunks waiting.

“Minako, I’ll have to call you back later. We’re about to head to breakfast,” I started, hearing a small giggle.

“Oh no, take your time and enjoy it thoroughly. I’ll catch up with you when you come back to town. Have a good sexcation!” She finished with a laugh before hanging up. I loved Minako, but sometimes she could go a little overboard when she got started. Trunks looked amused finally dressed in dark washed jeans, a printed designer tee, and leather slip-ons. Slipping my phone in my purse, I was ready; the weather looked clear and warm on this cool fall day.

“Makoto, before we head out, I think there’s something you should know,” Trunks instigated. I was curious. “As you noticed, my father has certain ‘abilities’ that humans don’t and I do too. But we’re not the only ones. The place we’re going today is another family that has these abilities.”

I more than noticed his father had strange abilities, and was able to get a sneak into his abilities. There being another family with the same capability was interesting, but what was the extent of these powers?

“Should I know what these abilities are?” I wondered, still curious to what other surprises could be sprung on me. “So far, I’ve seen incredible strength, flying, and the exploding light.”

“We can move faster than the average eye, and the energy ball can become more powerful as we change,” Trunks added. I was beginning to wonder if they were even human, or if it was humanly possible.

“Is there anything else I should know before the announcement tonight?” I asked, thinking I should have figured this out before I even agreed. The moment I saw his father fly I should have known something was up, but then again I fought against magical beings and creatures after heart crystals and star seeds. You really couldn’t any weirder than that.

“My father came from the planet Vegeta where the race of Saiyans lived. These people were strong, powerful warriors that loved fighting. There, the gravity differs giving natural strength to each new Saiyan born. The planet met its demise, where two Saiyans were left, that we know of. My father, the Prince of Vegeta, and Goku, a baby that escaped on a pod to Earth. Each generation has the ability to tap into these powers through dedicated training and teachings passed down through the families,” Trunks explained, his eyes darkening when he talked about his family’s home planet.

“Is your mother from there too?” I probed.

“No, she’s from Earth,” Trunks responded. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit excited inside. What were the odds that I would get randomly picked up and dropped into a family from another planet? Fate sure did work in mysterious ways. Since we were sharing, I decided to take a leap and lay my cards on the table.

“There is something you should know about us that come from Crystal Tokyo as well.” Trunks looked just as curious to find out. “We’re not from Earth either…we represent the planet we came from and those powers of that planet have been given to us to protect Earth from invaders. The invaders we have faced want to release the ultimate evil into the world and control the power of the moon. Serenity holds the ultimate Moon Power that brings our powers together if needed to destroy, or create. It is our task as guardians of the Moon, to protect Serenity and this sacred power from being released.”

“Which planet are you from?” queried Trunks, slipping his hands into his pockets casually.

“Jupiter, last living heir, and controller of lightning handed down by Zeus,” I replied, feeling proud of my own heritage blessed by the gods. “As a part of our powers, we all get personal outfits to fight in and keep our ‘identities’ a secret from normal civilians.”

“An outfit, like a ‘superhero’?” Trunks surveyed as I watched him try to keep his chuckle down. It was funny, but true. We were super heroes. “Can you change right now?”

I couldn’t wipe the huge smile off my face. I was a little rusty since there wasn’t a need to transform but, every once and while, I would for that old rush.

“Jupiter Crystal Power, Make-up!” I could feel the power of Jupiter pulse through me, obeying my commands. The bright green light absorbed me as I felt my body began to be clothed in that familiar, curve fitting outfit. Opening my eyes as my feet touched the carpet, I remembered just how much I loved my knee-high boots and layered skirt. Trunks looked speechless and amazed, staring intensely at my outfit. By how long it was taking him to respond, I was beginning to like making him speechless. Finally, I saw him swallow before recovering to his calm, cool demeanor.

“I really wish I could have seen you in action,” he reacted and I let out a giggle. I was starting to know what Minako was talking about when it came to certain outfits could cast a spell. Gaining his attention was enough for the day, as I felt Jupiter read my mind and changed back into the dress. “What else do other couples discuss before marriage?”

I thought back to Usagi and Mamoru, but their situation was different. From his conversation with Kaspar earlier, it sounded like we would be living here. Marriage expectations? Children? How to raise children? Those would be the basics to start with, or even getting to know each other.

“We don’t really know much about each other. What do you do at Capsule Corps?” I asked, taking a seat at the table.

“I’m currently working with the advertisement section for our new products. Before that, I was inventing new productions with my mother. Eventually I’ll be the head of the company when my grandfather decides to retire,” Trunks responded, taking a seat as well. “Is there something you do in Tokyo?”

“I’m a florist,” I spoke, feeling proud of the task. “I started the business with Motoki but will sign my rights over. In the florist business I was able to learn how to extract fragrances and turn them into a natural oil, lotion, and bath products.”

“Why would you sign your business away?” Trunks questioned, perplexed. He had a right to know.

“Motoki needs the extra income for his family. Right now, I can’t be there for him as a friend so this is the only way I know how to help him at a safe distance,” I honestly answered.

“Makoto, why did you two separate?” I knew the question would come sooner-or-later.

“An old girlfriend secretly had his child, fell into some rough times, and her family wasn’t able to support her. Instead, her father asked him to take responsibility and so, he did the right thing,” I confided. Trunks sat quietly for a moment, perhaps thinking on the matter or of another question.

“That flower shop must have been your dream,” Trunks commented. I could see the compassion in his eyes but his face looked rather stern. This scrutiny was becoming uncomfortable, especially with my thoughts thinking of all the precious memories in that flower shop. All the struggles we went through to open it at the beginning, before the change. Our hard work, finding partners, and finally gaining customers. Blinking about the memory, I felt Trunks touch my shoulder lightly. “We should get going.”

I nodded, swallowing back a building lump and followed him. I thought I had got over the disappointment of Motoki but it was still there. The wounds were anew thinking of the memories; the quicker I spoke to my lawyer then the quicker I could forget about it. Moving out of Tokyo would be my best option…Seeing the new, sleek black hoover car like the one destroyed, I felt nervous. I enjoyed walking where I needed, but the idea of having one of these things was nerve-racking…I didn’t know how to drive. Not wanting to test his patience, I slid in and quickly buckled up, wanting to kiss the seat belt that saved me last time.

“It’s ok,” I heard Trunks utter, his warm hand engulfing mine with a soft squeeze. I tried to watch the scenery, but seeing the happy couples walking together felt like an ironic memory. Instead, I found my eyes moving to the horizon to see the forming clouds of a storm approaching rather quickly and wishing I would have brought a jacket. Watching the storm helped calm my fluttering heart; it felt as if Zeus himself sent the clouds as a comfort to my soul. I loved the rain and storms; there was something about the electricity in the air and cool droplets on my skin that could ease any mood. Watching Capsule Corps come into view, I couldn’t help but wonder what we were doing here. Disappearing into the parking garage, I slowly came to life following him quietly into the elevator and out to the main floor.

“Do you need to work?” I asked, falling a little behind. His warm hand took mine as he continued to lead me across the warm burnt orange and white granite floor. I could see how the first section of the museum where parents and children stood in line waiting to get a tour.

“Just follow me,” Trunks offered, leading me through a back entrance into the museum and down a dimly lit hall. This section looked closed to visitors as we passed by large windows viewing white rooms where people in white coats mixed chemicals. What were they doing? We came to a black door at the end of the hall where Trunks let go of my hand to look through his keys. Cracking it open, I was blinded for a moment by a bright light and then smelled a sweet fragrance tickle my nose. Following the lead of his hands, I moved through the door and down a set of steps. We were outside on another side of the building where a garden was being constructed. The fragrant blooming buds were opened, taking in as much of the sun as possible while the storm clouds continued to move closer.

“What is this place?” I asked, feeling his hands released me to explore. Paths were forged with a warm reddish brown brick, a soft green moss weaving between the creases. There were some plants that were half grown, looking like I’d never seen before. I didn’t know how to describe these interwoven flowers. The warm colors and smells tingled the senses while I tried to take everything in. The display of even colors, a pond with koi fish and floating water lilies, the leaves turning a yellow-orange glow with the season change, and a large gazebo glow like a centerpiece wrapped in ivy with blooming jasmine flowers.

“Next summer we’ll be debuting our creation,” Trunks replied, slowly leading me through the garden toward the ivory gazebo beacon. “All these plants have been genetically engineered and fused, creating the new interesting breeds. The best device is in the gazebo.”

Trunks stood on the ivory steps leading under the darkened eves as I looked toward the sky, unsure if we should head back. The storm clouds had moved dangerously close and were starting to creep overhead. I could feel the moist, electric waves slowly filling the air with its mystical hair rising magic. Taking his outstretched hand, I followed him into the shadows. Looking up, I saw a large clear glass ball hanging high in the middle of the ceiling, tiny blue jasmine flowers looking down as us like little stars.

“A series of musicians will be featured here in the evening,” Trunks spoke lowly as I noticed a strange color glow in the ball with the sound of his voice. As if on cue, the drumming rumble of thunder sounded above as a warm blue light fluttered in the ball. I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise at the amazing object reacting to the sound. It went empty until I heard the large droplets begin to hit, sparking a flux of light. As the rain grew heavier, so did the warm glow of the light moving through a slow transition from one color to the next. The jasmines began to react as a soft misty golden light barely glowed from their centers, making them look exactly like stars pressed against the clear glass dome of the gazebo.

“This is amazing,” I whispered, entranced by the light show and flowers.

“Makoto, I brought you here for a purpose,” his warm tenure seeped into my senses. I pulled my eyes away from above to look at him; when did he move so close or had he always been standing right in front of me? I felt his hand touch my cheek, the rough texture giving me a sudden chill as I gazed into those amazing sapphire waves. “A dream is like a glowing light, starting like a flickering flame, but when it blooms, it brightens for the world to see.”

I felt his eyes lead the way to gaze out into the garden around us, feeling my breath catch as I watched how the other plants were joining to sing to the same melody as the sphere for light. Each one seemed to sing when its color pattern came, the lights dabbling from all directions in perfect harmony. I felt his point sting, thinking of my flower shop. Even if it was my dream, I shouldn’t give it up no matter how hard it may seem to continue.

“Thank you,” I managed, feeling my heart swell. I didn’t know how long we stood there silently looking at the light show, but the rain didn’t look like it would let up anytime soon. The more it rained, the more the temperature dipped. Trunks slid a warm arm around my shoulders as he rubbed his hand over my chilled, bare arms in an attempt to warm it. Trunks squished me close to his warm chest, a new admiration pulsing through me for him. I’m sure he wouldn’t want to admit it, but he was thoughtful and had a big heart. We were strangers, but he went out of his way to show me new possibilities and how much I should cherish my dreams instead of easily giving up when there’s a rough patch. An idea pulled into my mind as I knew what I could share with him in return as I said, “The rain shouldn’t stop us from seeing the rest of this place.”

Pulling from him, I crouched to unbuckle my heels and felt the relief of the cool floor. Without looking over my shoulder, I dipped out from under the protective layer and into the cool fall rain. This was one of the last rains of the season before it would be too cold to enjoy it. Closing my eyes, I lifted my head up to the sky and felt at peace. The pressures I’d been keeping in seemed to wash away and sink into the earth below. I couldn’t help but give a little spin before gazing back at Trunks watching safely dry leaning against a pillar with his arms folded over his chest, my heels dangling loosely from his hand. I could see the similarities he shared with his father, looking stern but his eyes told of the enjoyment. I was soaked and bound to explore the rest of the garden.

“You’re never too old to enjoy a walk the rain,” I persuaded, adding one of my sweet smiles that helped me get out of some of Kaspar’s scheduling. It worked, and Trunks stepped out into the rain to join me. I stood my ground as he moved daringly close, pushing some wet strands behind my ear; if I’d known it was a trick, I would have ran ahead but he caught me…and swung me over his shoulder.

“We’ll come again but today, we have plans,” Trunks revealed, beginning to float into the air. I couldn’t help but laugh at the nostalgia of the idea of ‘like-father-like-son’. Flying through the rain was interesting, but cold. Pulling my long hair back, I watched as he carefully landed on the balcony to the apartment and entered without letting me down. Within a blink, we were in the bathroom and he was already starting the shower with one hand. Still over his shoulder, I was beginning to feel nervous as I watched his shoes slide off before he stepped in and slid the door closed. I was placed on my feet under the spurting warm water, feeling it sting and realizing how cold I really was. When did the rain become this cold during the first few weeks of fall? Quietly I gazed at Trunks’ stern face as his hands rubbed some life back into my arms…it was sweet and erotic. Reaching up, I pushed the nozzle of hot water in his direction.

“It’s bound to happen,” I repeated from Trunks earlier and stepped out of my dress. Fate had a strange way of pushing away someone’s boundaries, but I was afraid this time I could only blame myself. Twisting out as much water as possible, I hung it over the side to deal with later while working on removing my undergarments. Looking over at Trunks, I found an amused grin and held out my hand. “Hand them over.”

Watching the shirt placed in my hand, I wrung out each article and hung them over the side. I kept to task and wouldn’t look him in the eyes. I could feel his stare and in the closed quarters as our arms would slightly brush as I tried to keep my limbs close to my body.

“Close your eyes,” he suddenly requested and my gaze flashed to how close he leaned in. I held my breath, but trusted him. A warm thumb smoothed over my brow and I slowly opened my eyes to peek, seeing a content look as he leaned against the wall with lavender strands stuck around his face. My gazed felt locked in as if I was under some mystical spell frozen in place. His hand never fell from beside my cheek as I felt the fingers lightly caress it and he slowly leaned in. My heart fluttered against my chest as I turned my cheek against his fingers; my body was moving naturally with a purpose.

Our first kiss was light, and tender; his hand cupped my cheek warmly before his fingers pushed into my wet hair. I had never felt a kiss send a searing warmth through my body as it swelled in my abdomen. Slowly Trunks began to pull back and I felt control of my limbs come back to life. I pushed up on my toes and fully kissed him, my hand gliding up his arm to rest on his shoulder. I was infatuated by the texture of his skin under my palm. At that moment was when the kiss began to deepen and I knew Minako had been right. There were such things as physical attractions, making it lust not love. As she would explain after her travels, there was nothing wrong with a woman giving into such actions as long as it felt right…this felt right. Everything about him felt right; down to feeling pleased I took a leap into an unknown future I didn’t control.

I didn’t think it was possible for a kiss to make me lose control, the cloud of my mind finally lifting when he took the first step of pulling back. I was breathless…and wanted more. My body was ready for a chance to feel if he could show me more than a kiss. Gazing soundlessly into each other’s eyes, I felt his fingers push my long hair back before he switched the water off and gently squeezed the excess water off. Then, he pressed a soft kiss on my forehead and left me in the shower. What guy would leave in this kind of situation? Here we were naked in the shower, sharing a hot passionate kiss, and I had given him all the ‘go’ signs. I felt my body beginning to tighten with frustration as I knew I needed to find some outlet to finally relax. Seeing he went into the bedroom, I stepped out of the shower and started preparing for dinner that night.

Dividing and wrapping my hair carefully in large curlers for a controlled wave, I pulled on my robe and starting preparing my outfit. I couldn’t help thinking about his mouth… My phone took those thoughts off my mind as I was caught by surprise to see a name I never thought would come up: Motoki. I sat staring at the screen and wondering if I should pick it up or just let it go to voice mail. I didn’t know what came over me as I pushed the taunting green button and slowly pressed it to my ear.

“Hello?” I felt my meek voice manage barely above a whisper.

“Makoto…did I wake you?” Hearing his voice brought back a wave of emotion and I felt dirty. I felt just being on the phone with him was cheating, but I was torn for my feelings for him and what I had just experienced with Trunks.

“No…I just am surprised you would call,” I replied, feeling nervous enough to sit on the floor before the armoire. Swallowing, I felt the eerie silence start and thought I could hear him breathing. “How are you?”

“I miss you,” Motoki uttered, his voice dropping into the tone that had once made me melt and crave for affection. Now, it felt like an unwanted puddle in the middle of the floor. I didn’t know how to respond but knew I had to do the right thing. I couldn’t let this happen ever again. “I want to see you.”

“Motoki,” I began, his last words made feel even more firm with my feelings. I was a firm believer in loyalty to your spouse, and this was far from it. If I naively went to meet Motoki if I was still in Tokyo, nothing good would have come from it. Instead, I would become one of those women I despised. “I can’t accept these types of calls.”

“Where are you? I just want to see you, and we can talk…I need you,” his husky voice began to grow urgent. I knew what he really wanted at the tone of his voice; a quick, greedy tumble in the sheets that would only leave him satisfied. If no one thought it was possible to have a heart broken twice in one week, then they were wrong. I could feel it shatter into smaller pieces and wondered when I would ever get a break from this torment.

“Please don’t call again,” I pushed up, letting my hand fall into my lap and stared at my phone. It took so much strength, hearing his muffled voice from the speaker calling my name as my thumb inched and hovered over the red ‘end-call’ button. Pushing that button felt like the hardest thing I ever had to do; disappointment, anger, and even regret pulled through me as I sat staring at the screen. I still hadn’t changed the background picture displaying us at our engagement party, Motoki and my face squished cheek-to-cheek while he held my hand up at the wrist to show off the ring. Who would have thought that a once happy couple, so much in love, would part ways hoping to get back what they had lost?

I wanted to erase everything that reminded me of him immediately. Quickly clicking through my phone, I started deleting all the pictures of us together but for some reason couldn’t come to terms to delete my background photo. I felt my breath catch the moment my phone began to buzz in my hand once more, his name popping up once more. I let it ring, watching as the notification for ‘1 missed call’ popped up. Thinking that would be the end of it, I saw him call again.

“Would you like me to get that?” Trunks asked, startling me and I wondered if he had heard any of it or knew who it could be. Another missed call, and then it started again. I watched Trunks slip the phone easily from my hand and answer it, putting it on speaker.

“Mako, just let me explain,” Motoki’s voice sounded urgent. “I don’t love Reika I---”

“I would appreciate if you would restrain from this topic of conversation when calling <i>my</i> fiancée,” Trunks spoke, his voice a hard tone that even made me cringe. I didn’t even want to look up. It was quiet…too quiet. The phone bounced into my lap and I could see cracks streaming up the screen where he had grabbed it too tightly. I know he was strong but I didn’t realize without restrain he could crush something so simple. “I’ll buy you a phone.”

I could hear his heavy steps down the hall and the distinct close of the door, feeling all alone. The bridges seemed to break as I sat there and cried. I couldn’t hold it back any longer and wished this emotional whirlpool would let me finally recover. I knew what Motoki was going to say…he didn’t love Reika, but he loved me. Why did it have to take until we were already in our new paths to realize that? Did he think telling me something like that would help me move on with my life or was it meant as a way to bring me back? Finally feeling the tears subside, I wiped my face roughly with my robe. I was beginning to think that no matter how much I tried to distance myself from him, I would still be disappointed, alone, and full of regrets. Having these feelings and entering into an engagement knowing my heart belonged to someone else wasn’t right to Trunks.

Making up my mind, I pushed to my feet and washed my face with cool water. I knew I looked like a train wreck and didn’t need to confirm it with my mirror as I took out my curlers. Taking down my suitcases, I started the slow process of packing everything and found my hands went quicker than I anticipated. Managing with my cracked phone, I called Kaspar and asked him to set me up with a flight straight out to Crystal Tokyo. I couldn’t help but notice how glad he sounded. Surveying the rooms, everything was packed; Kaspar called me back with my reservation within the hour at the airport and a taxi was waiting downstairs. A soft knock at the door let me know someone was here for my luggage, as they wheeled it out, I took one last look at the haven that had been my sanctuary for the past few days. Without a note, I looked down and slowly pulled off the ring before setting it on the table.

I didn’t look back when the taxi began to move away, feeling in my heart this was the right thing. Today I would be able to escape with my life even, knowing that no one would expect me to leave when we were supposed to meet for dinner. I would have a little over two weeks to travel to a new location, somewhere I knew no one and could seclude myself. Approaching the airport was quick as Kaspar muttered in my ear where to go and pick-up my reservation. Satan City’s airport was large as people seemed to be coming and going from everyone. Moving through the crowd with someone rolling my baggage behind me, I felt like a woman on a mission trudging in the outfit I had planned to wear to the engagement party.

The cream lace dress, shorter than I normally liked it, an emerald sash wrapped carefully to accent my bust held in place with a diamond encrusted pendent of Jupiter’s sign, hair curled in long waves, and an ivory pink floral hair pen with white accents. I ignored the stares, easing through the crowd toward to get my ticket. Checked in and handing off the baggage stickers, I watched the man pushing my luggage with a baseball cap hiding his face walk away. There was something about his dark hair, tall frame, and build that seem familiar. I ignored it, thinking no one would know I was here. Finding the gate, I stood in line waiting my turn feeling impatient. Hearing my phone ring, I curiously picked up the unknown number.

“Makoto, where are you?” Trunks sounded worried, but I felt strong in my decision.

“Don’t try to stop me, I’ve made up my mind,” I responded. The announcer seemed to boom at the wrong time, giving off the information of what flight was boarding. “I have go.”

“Wait before making a hasty decision,” Trunks sounded in my ear. If I listened to him any longer, I knew I would have a change of heart.

“No…good bye Trunks. Please send the billing expenses to my office and they will be taken care of,” I pushed up and didn’t give him the chance to speak before hanging up. This time, I turned off my phone and went through the security before being allowed down the terminal. Already I could feel the start of a heavy step as I came closer. I didn’t know how I would repay his kindness for the best two days I’d seen in a while, being swept off my feet. When he debuted the garden next summer, I would maybe sneak by to see it. I felt it in my heart that Trunks would find a good woman meant for him, they would fall in love, and get married without his parent’s involvement.

I paused before my boarding station, looking at the planes outside the large windows. It was time to go and this would take me back to my own little world. I wasn’t sure if I could be safe from another visit from his father, but at least I could have a chance to run away. Like now. I was running away now. I was getting used to having an easy life without any challenges that I had become weak. Life dealt me a strange fate, I had overcame rough times so why couldn’t I do it now? I felt my hand crumple my ticket in half and took a seat in front of the window looking out as the planes took turns landing and taking off. The last call for my flight sounded and I sat there, knowing I was letting my only chance to leave this place slip away. The terminal was closing and I watched my plane prepare for takeoff.

Silently, I felt someone take a seat next to me but I still focused on the planes. I knew who it was, I could feel it. The sun was beginning to set as I watched on, unsure of where I had let my thoughts wonder.

“Last year was when it started,” I heard him begin slowly. “I found someone interesting that my mother had brought home from a business trip and found myself falling in love with her. For months I was under the impression she randomly walked into my life for the sole purpose of making me feel complete. It wasn’t until I had the ring in my pocket and went to surprise her by getting off work early that I found it had been something different. Even as I stood there, all I could remember as I caught her in the arms of another man was how she laughed. I am one of the most powerful men on this planet, but she made me feel so weak…I trained intensely for months, trying to get rid of those scars but they will always be with me. No matter how much I try to get rid of them, at times I will always feel them burn.”

I felt his warm hand touch mine that was still holding the crumpled ticket so tightly. Slowly, he peeled my fingers until he was able to pull the ticket out and replaced it with his hand. I pulled my fingers tight around his and slowly turned to look at his emotionless face staring out at the planes.

“Will you be my strength?” I asked, feeling exposed in my lowest time of weakness. A brief smile pushed across his mouth as he turned from the planes to stare into my soul. I could see the sadness and pain in the depths of his eyes that he tried to hide behind that smile. Without a word, I watched curiously as he slid from his seat onto one knee in front of me and was speechless.

“Ms. Kino, will you become my wife?” I couldn’t help but let out a surprised giggle, feeling the tears push up anew. No matter how horrible I felt sitting here after an emotional rollercoaster of a day, I felt 100 times better at the most romance and sporadic proposal I’d received. I couldn’t even find my voice as he produced the sparkling emerald and diamond ring from the previous day. In this moment, I knew I felt his strength starting to lift me already as he slid the ring on my finger. I felt speechless staring down at his bright eyes that no longer held that pain and sadness I had saw before but fulfillment.

“I will,” I finally answered. That day, I felt I learned something new. I had always been told that in this world, if you had nothing left, the only thing you would need to get you through is love. Whoever said that was wrong. If I had nothing left, the only thing I would need to get my through would be a strong warrior from another planet.
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