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Snatched-Rewrite	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 2815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, DragonBallZ, nor the characters from it. All characters are above the legal consensual age limit. I do not profit from these writings.

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Chapter Three

Everything felt like it was spinning as the scantily clad brunette stumbled across the soft carpeted flooring and made it into the cold bathroom. Falling before the toilet, she leaned forward and let it all out; another wave hit as finally her stomach empty. She sat there trying to catch her breath and pushed up on tingling legs ready to go numb. Turning on the cold water, she rinsed her mouth with mint wash and splashed her face, trying to remember what she’d done last night. It was a bit fuzzy in some places but she recalled coming back to her hotel room with a male in tow. Feeling fear creep up her neck, Makoto looked down at the very male smelling blue button-up wrinkled from sleep. Whose was it?
Hearing a rustle, the dread pooled in her stomach as she peeked out into the dimly lit room to see a large male in the mini-fridge. Why did she have so much to drink? Groaning, she wiped loose hair from her face and slowly started to braid it out of her way. After signing the official contract, his parents suggested going out to celebrate and invited her to join. Still feeling great from the pub, Makoto joined. The faces were a blur but she met a few of his friends, did more than a few rounds of shots, and then went to a club with others their age.
She’d let loose on the dance floor with her future sister-in-law and the drinks kept coming. At the end of the night, Trunks escorted her back to the hotel. A blush burned in her cheeks at the memory of kissing him and asking him to stay. What had gotten into her? It wasn’t like she hadn’t had a one-night stand before but this, this was completely different. Taking a lungful, she finally walked out of the bathroom to brave the situation.
Trunks sat on the end of the bed drinking a bottle of water, an unopened one and bottle of aspirin beside him. Her lungs paused, appreciating how handsome he looked with his messy lavender locks cascading over defined collar bones. She was thankful he was dressed too in a white undershirt and plain blue boxers.
“Feel better?” Makoto smirked at his sense of humor and sat on the bed, her legs tingling like tiny needles poking all over.
“Yeah,” she croaked, taking the offered medicine and water. Gazing around the room she saw it was 5am and wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed. “Your friends know how to party.”
Trunks chuckled, amused. It took a lot for their kind to feel the alcohol and Makoto had kept up even with his sister Videl. He was surprised at how much she could drink and how she wasn’t afraid to let loose. When he tried dropping her off at the hotel, she’d invited him in with a hot kiss. Barely sober, they’d stumbled into the room ready to fulfill their needs except for Trunks to halt. That wasn’t how he wanted to start their new relationship and wanted to give it time. It’d been hard pulling away at first, her fingers running through his hair and another feeling a bare bicep. She was beautiful, her auburn locks pulled down from a pony tail and emeralds brighter than he’d remembered. Then she slurred to beckon him back and he knew it was the right decision. Wrapping her nude top in his shirt, they’d gone to bed.
“It was a special occasion,” Trunks admitted. Family barbeques were repetitive, lots of food, sparring, or silly games. “We have until noon for the press conference if you’d like to sleep.”
“I need it,” she whispered, exhausted from the few hours of rest. Placing the water bottle and medicine on the night stand, she crawled back under the covers and sunk into the soft mattress. A rustling stopped her drooping lids as she glanced at Trunks gathering his clothes, minus the shirt she was wearing. “You don’t have to go, come to bed.”
She admired the muscular physique, a part of her curiously wanting to feel every muscle mostly from curiosity. Leaning onto her elbow, she patted the spot next to her. Trunks seemed to obey, sliding in next to her.
“Are you sure this isn’t going to be awkward?” his husky tone whispered. Makoto laid back into the pillow, ready to drift.
“I invited you, it’s not awkward,” she grumbled, and started to snooze.
They would have been late for the conference if not wardrobe and makeup knocking. The two artists were surprised to see Trunks answer but were able to get Trunks’ outfit and Makoto ready by the time they needed to leave. The conference had gone better than Trunks anticipated, most questions were directed at Makoto wanting to know who she was since she was not known in their country. He watched her graciously answer the press with a cool and calm demeanor, despite recovering from a hangover. After the conference, they stayed for a few pictures before finally departing to the private jet for a meeting with Crystal Tokyo’s royal family.
Makoto felt her stomach cramp, there hadn’t been time for brunch and now she was paying for it. Checking her seatbelt once more, she couldn’t wait to get to a high enough altitude so she could devour the burgers they picked up on the way. The dreaded nervousness washed over her as she heard the pilot state they were preparing for take-off. Gripping the armrest, the jet began to move down the tarmac, each wiggle making Makoto hold her breath. She was still afraid of planes but over time with the help of her friends, she’d managed to travel to some local destinations. This would be the longest she’d been in a jet and hoped her hunger would subside her fears.
Trunks gazed at his white-knuckled fiancée, watching her slowly relax once they reached altitude and smoothed out.
“I’m starving,” Trunks tried, watching her look up.
“You have no idea,” she answered, feeling her stomach protest. “I tried to sneak a muffin but your mom caught me and didn’t want me to ruin my lipstick.”
“Sometimes the press can focus on a minute detail,” he offered, setting up the table between them just in time for the steward to bring their meals plated. As soon as it was set down, Makoto pounced, savoring every greasy, juicy bite. Already a quarter of the way through her burger, Makoto took a break to eat some fries.
“The press isn’t really big in Tokyo,” Makoto explained, swishing a fry in ketchup before taking a bite. “We have press but they’re more concerned with the royal family, and covering more important events around the city. It gives me a peaceful lifestyle, unless at an event.”
Trunks felt a bit of a weight lifted from his shoulders, he was glad the press would stay back which meant he could also afford more freedoms such as taking breakfast or coffee on the balcony of his hotel. Thinking of a hotel made his loins tighten, he’d awoken to her splayed across him lightly snoring in a deep enough sleep that knocking hadn’t disturbed. A part of him wanted to ignore it, enjoying her bosom squished against a pectoral and leg casually thrown over one of his.
“That does make living easier,” Trunks commented, shifting a bit in his seat and continuing to eat his meal. He looked up at Makoto practically done and felt his lavender brows rise, she could have competed against his father’s friend Goku.
“Speaking of living, what are your arrangements?” Makoto queried, wiping her mouth.
“I’ll grab a place near the palace,” he revealed. Makoto slowly munched on another fry, starting to feel the weight of her meal hit.
“If you don’t mind a bit of a drive, you could stay with me,” she offered. Surprised blues watched her carefully, remembering her wanting to walk out of the contract when Bulma suggested it. “I live in the country so you wouldn’t be disturbed and we’ll have plenty of room to train.”
Trunks smirked, that was her underlying reasoning. He had to hand it to her, it was a good tactic and he was tempted to accept.
“That would work,” he agreed. Makoto seemed to light up as she sipped her soda.
“Great! You’ll have your choice of rooms,” she started. “I built for the future so it’s pretty spacious.”
“How spacious?” he asked, seeing a tinge of pink bloom in her cheeks.
“Six bedrooms,” she admitted. Trunks was dumbfounded, what would a single woman want with such a big house? Then, it dawned on him, a topic they had yet to even touch.
“How many children do you want Makoto?” he asked, watching the blush move to the tops of her ears.
“Around four or five,” she said with confidence. “Will that be a problem?”
Trunks tried to reign in his shock at the number, hell he hadn’t even thought about kids yet. Now, he was very much considering it as he stared at the beauty before him. She had spunk and a part of him liked how she took control.
“No, we better start practicing then,” he said with a smirk and then she laughed. The air caught in his chest as the musical sound seemed to fill the jet and he saw the real her. Finally, the standoffish defenses were lowered and she looked so raw.
“Touché,” was all she could muster. The rest of the flight went smooth as both rested, preparing for the evening’s events. Since the announcement in Satan City, she knew it was right to gather with her friends and let them in on who exactly this man was. Having spilled the news to Serenity already, her friend took to the task of throwing a dinner party. Minako was in town between tours, so everyone would be there. She felt a little nervous, hoping the topic of her previous engagement didn’t come up. Even now, the thought of it cut through her like a hot knife.
Feeling a change in pressure, Makoto focused out the window as the jet began its descent. Crystal Tokyo looked beautiful, the Crystal Palace shining brightly from the center on its own island with bridges leading into the city from four different locations. These were the districts that surrounded the palace, each renamed after the senshi: ruby, sapphire, topaz, and emerald. The city still looked the same outside of the minor changes of nature being more incorporated into the bustling city life. There were a few construction projects still underway, updating old buildings with the newest technology and roadways to different colors to signify which district you were in. Makoto still couldn’t believe the new roadway technology, solar panels using LED lights so you could change the roads at a moment’s notice for an accident or traffic.
Living in the country side, Makoto still used dirt roads to transport her flowers and tools until they met the city roads. It made it easier in case she needed to add more plants and could move a roadway. Thinking about her crops again, Makoto let out a breath partially wanting to check on them before dinner at the palace. Would Trunks mind? It would give him a moment to unpack and they could freshen up before heading back out. Feeling the jet land on the tarmac, she slowly unbuckled her lap belt when the jet finally came to a halt.
“We have a few hours until dinner, do you want to get settled and freshen up?” she asked. Trunks nodded and followed her lead from the jet, having Makoto write down her address with the steward so to send the bulk of his luggage. Taking a carryon and wardrobe bag, Trunks followed Makoto toward an awaiting sports car where a tall male with sandy blond hair awaited leaning against the hood with an aquamarine haired passenger. Makoto hugged the female passenger before moving to the male, a tinge of curiosity rolling through Trunks.
“I’m glad you made it back safely,” Michiru Kaiou’s musical voice said as she glanced to the extra guest. “Welcome to Tokyo, I’m Michiru and this is my partner Haruka.”
Trunks shook the soft hand before shaking Haruka’s, feeling an eye of scrutiny.
“This is Trunks Briefs from Satan City,” Makoto introduced, her personality brightened at being home. “He’ll be staying with me, mind dropping us off to freshen up for dinner?”
“Of course, that’s why we’re here,” Haruka spoke up, opening the door for the brunette to slide into the back seat. Trunks settled into the back, feeling Haruka skid out of the parking lot and race down the road. “How was the unexpected trip?”
“It was great, I did quite a bit of shopping,” Makoto exclaimed, sagging into the leather seat while the wind pulled at her hair. She let out a relaxing sigh, there was nothing like speeding through the outskirts of the city with Haruka driving when you were feeling down.
“I checked on your shop and helped Naru cash out the register. There were a few guests wondering when you’ll start selling treats,” Michiru commented, watching Makoto beam.
“I’m glad they were a hit, next year I want to debut some baked goods if the competition isn’t too steep,” she revealed, joy spreading through her at the thought of starting the second part of her dream of becoming a baker. “Did Serenity say if tonight will be formal?”
“It is and Rei delivered your gown for the Rose Festival,” Michiru said. Makoto felt her excitement reach its peak; she couldn’t wait to see the dress but held to a strict code not to peek until the day of the festival. Rei was thorough in her walk, including shoes, a clutch, and jewelry to complement the dress. A small notecard was included for suggested hair styling, which Makoto loved trying to get away from her classic ponytail.
Haruka entered the pin on the keypad and entered through the black rod iron gate, the driveway leading to Makoto’s house was dense with trees. She’d requested the land be left as natural as possible and the construction crew more than adhered to her wishes. An opening in the trees showed a circular drive with a grey stone fountain in the center, water shooting up for its center. She loved her house and picked every minute detail, from the room measurements and layout to the exterior design and brickwork. Tan, brown, and grey stones covered the single story home with cedar accents around the doors and windows, the steps leading to the large cedar and iron door were grey slabs of chiseled stone.
Exciting from the car, Makoto waved goodbye to her two friends and took in the fragrance evergreen fragrance. It felt so good to be home.
“Wow, this is stunning,” Trunks commented, amazed by the details of grey shutters around windows and colorful hanging flower boxes under each.
“Wait until you see inside,” Makoto stated cheerfully, her heeled foot moving up the steps. Pressing her thumb on a screen, the door unlocked as they both entered the dimly lit foyer. The natural wood textures fit her personality with soft feminine accents. “I guess I’ll give you the tour so you can choose where you’d like. To our left is a formal dining room, a guest room with full bath and walk-in closet. This room to the right is a library office combo.”
Trunks looked down the darkened hallway to the left and peeked into the darkened library, he couldn’t wait to see what books she kept. Walking straight through the foyer, it opened to the living room, spacious kitchen with breakfast bar, and informal dining room. Next to the living room was the master suite quarter, completely feminine with white lace, a floral duvet, and smelling just like Makoto. It boasted a large bathroom, newly installed Capsule Corps closet, and private office that was definitely used.
“You said any room, correct?” Trunks asked, watching a blush push to her cheeks as she slid out of the black heels.
“Yes, make yourself comfortable,” she offered.
“I’ll take the guest room out front, no need to show me the rest,” he stated, watching a small sigh of relief escape her.
“Great, I’ll meet you in thirty,” she said, watching Trunks go. Dinner was going to be interesting.
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