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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 Four

I no longer felt afraid to step forward into the unknown future that waited. I could feel my strength slowly growing just sitting next to him, his hand warmly holding mine under the table, at our engagement dinner. We were fashionably late but I had been surprised to see my luggage packed into the back of the car as Goten reclined in the back. I couldn’t help but laugh, having felt suspicion he looked familiar. Who would have thought I’d been followed by his best friend? But, if it wasn’t for Goten I would have went back to Tokyo feeling regret but trying to move on with my life.

Dinner was over-the-top; I’d never seen this much food on a table just for seven people. It looked like a banquet. Were more coming? I had a feeling, looking at the gleam in Goten’s fathers cheerful eyes, that this was their feast. Looking around the table, I had been briefly introduced when we sat down. The Son family consisted of Chi Chi, Goku, and Goten. Their oldest son, Gohan, had been on vacation from the city with his wife and daughter. When Chi Chi explained Gohan being gone, I could see the tinge of sadness in her beautiful warm brown eyes. Something the Son family had in common was their ebony hair and warm brown eyes. Goku and Goten seemed carefree and happy, as if there was nothing that could upset them. Chi Chi on the other hand, looked as serious as could be but with a motherly tone or protective concern.

The Briefs family was just as large as the Son’s, except it seemed to breed genius. I could see how Trunks got his intellect from his mother, and stern aggressive posture from his father. I learned that Trunks also had a sister named Bra, which I tried so hard and diligently not to laugh at the humorous names. His mother sure as heck was one funny woman. The table was filled with warm smiles and hearty laughs, making me wonder what it would be like if all us senshi got together in our old age after we had families. Chi Chi was the first to spark the interest of Trunks and I.

“How did Trunks and you meet?” she asked, pushing up a warm smile. I felt a warm squeeze on my hand watched how Bulma took over.

“You won’t believe it! Vegeta went to her palace, told her she would marry our son, threw her over his shoulder and flew straight to Satan City,” Bulma told the tale as if she’d been there. I could see the arrogance roll off Vegeta at this brash action.

“I was right woman,” Vegeta sneered, and I thought I could barely see a grin.

“How barbaric! If Goku would have pulled a stunt like that with me, I would have walloped him one!” Chi Chi proclaimed, her fist hitting the table as everything clattered. Was everyone here unnaturally strong?

“Hey guys, maybe we could use that technique to find Goten a wife!” Goku suggested as I watched Goten blush but recover coolly.

“This is a one-time maneuver, but I think I’ll try my luck at some bridesmaids,” Goten spilled, before we made the announcement.

“Bridesmaids?” asked Bulma with raised turquoise brows. Trunks shot Goten a look and joined the conversation from where he had calmly and quietly watched.

“Makoto and I have decided to get married,” he announced, raising our covered hands above the table to show off the glittering ring. I could feel the surprise glances from Bulma and Chi Chi, the happy smile of Goku, and the arrogant smirk plastered on Vegeta.

“So soon?” asked Bulma, looking between the two of us. I could feel the pressure beginning and nervousness flushed through me. “I mean, you hardly met three days ago.”

“Quiet woman, our son is getting married. Don’t spoil it!” Vegeta raged with a growl.

“Mother, three days was just enough time,” Trunks answered, giving a look I felt they only knew the meaning to. Bulma nodded and forced a smile.

“When’s the wedding?” asked Goku in between devouring a forkful of food. I could feel the eerie silence as Bulma and Chi Chi seemed to pass a glance.

“This Saturday,” Trunks announced, surprising myself as well. That left only three days to send out invitations, or prepare. My mind began to panic as I thought of ways to calm myself. The pressure of his mother’s look and it being so soon made me feel it was time to take a breather. I was going through with this, nervous or not. Until then, I needed to escape the curious and suspicious eyes.

“Excuse me for a moment,” I said quietly with a dry throat. I could see concern from Trunks as I slightly pulled my hand away. He looked worried but I gave him a reassuring smile and left the room. By the time I reached the bathroom, my knees were so weak I had to lean on the counter for support. Taking a few breaths in until I was steady, I pushed cool water onto my cheeks. This is it. There was no turning back and I feared with such an unwelcomed reception I would have a mother-in-law that despised me. After losing my parents, getting married was something I dreamed about so I could be able to gain what I had lost. If it would turn out to be despise she would feel, I didn’t know how long I would last.

Feeling as refreshed as I could get, I left the bathroom only to find Trunks standing by the entrance with his hands in his pocket; not a good sign. As soon as he saw me, I found a pushed up boyish smile. Wrapping his arm over my shoulders, I felt led to the exit.

“Where are we---” I began but fell silence as soon as I saw the front doors. We were leaving. Did something happen while I was away? Before we reached the exit, something inside me screamed ‘no’ as I locked my stance and shrugged his arm away.

“Makoto, let’s go home,” Trunks tried, offering his hand once more. I knew this was a breaking point. Either we left, or I could set things straight with his family and friends. If I backed down now, I would show my true weakness.

“I need to do this,” I said, watching his quiet thoughts before taking my hand.

“Lead the way.” I could hear the soft chatter from the room die as soon as we entered. Taking our seats, I could feel the tension from just the women. Carefully I would choose my words.

“I feel I should alleviate any tension or uncertain feelings conjured by our sudden announcement,” I began, watching the curious eyes slowly begin to turn. “I won’t lie about what you’ve seen in the tabloids. I was engaged, and due to unforeseen circumstances am no longer. Trunks knows the situation we are headed into. We may not know each other well, or be in love, but I believe that for persons of our status, it will always be difficult to find a significant other that looks beyond our status or seeks us out for malicious intent. Our union may be an agreement, but in the future I know feelings will bloom.”

I could see the change start to move over his mother; a smile crept up as she pulled her pink glasses off to wipe a few tears.

“That was very moving. I can’t believe our son is getting married,” Bulma cried as her hand reached out to touch Vegeta’s. I watched him scowl and wrap an arm around his wife.

“Quit your blubbering woman,” Vegeta muttered. I felt a smile creep up and felt an arm lazily swung around my shoulders. This was a great start to a new beginning.

I went home happy and awoke just the same to see Trunks had just left from his morning training. If I was going to enjoy this life, I knew preparing a new schedule right away would be the key to success. Sure, I didn’t love him but getting married and being a dutiful wife was something I craved to excel at. Checking the time after taking a shower, I began breakfast and prepared the coffee to start right when he came in. Looking over the morning paper, I felt my brows rise at the pictures of us at the airport beginning with Trunks on one knee followed by our hug. I didn’t even realize I had been followed to the airport by more than Goten. Ignoring the article, I set out on finishing breakfast. Absorbed in my task, I didn’t notice Trunks was there until I turned around to rinse a dish off in the sink.

“Morning,” I said, watching his curious gaze and rinsed the few more items off before placing them in the dishwasher. “It will be ready in ten minutes, enough time to shower.”

Quietly, with a calculating look, I watched him turn away. Starting the coffee, I felt a rush as I carefully placed the crème filling in the crepe before drizzling fresh fruit and a dollop of whipped cream in the center. By the time I had four neatly stacked on the plate the pot of coffee was finished. With the breakfast bar set-up, I started on my own plate before putting the items away. Trunks casually stood behind the chair still watching, having placed our steaming cups of coffee next to the plates.

“Is there something you’d like?” asked Trunks curiously, still watching my movements. I felt my brow raise, perplexed by the question.

“I take it you’ve never had breakfast cooked for you,” I commented, picking up my coffee to sip on the warm, aromatic liquid.

“Not without strings attached,” Trunks answered still not touching his plate. I couldn’t help but offer a shrug while staying silent. He was too suspicious and I would let him realize on his own that it was wrong.

“I guess you’ll keep wondering,” I replied and dug in. I was starved and knew this was the last time in peace I would have to eat. A series of phone calls needed to be made as well as planning for the ever approaching wedding. In my mind I was set to use what I already had acquired. My already finished dress and oddities I owned.

“At eight the planner is coming,” Trunks said between flipping to the next section of his newspaper. “Followed by fittings with a designer, lunch with the cake designer, and lists complied to send formal invitations.”

I was surprised by our schedule but knew it had to be done with no complaints. Finishing our breakfast in silence, Trunks began the dishes as I moved to get ready. The planner arrived on time, and looked far too enthusiastic. His hair was over gelled and it looked as if he lived in a tanning bed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, shaking our hands warmly before taking a seat across from us. I felt Trunks lean back, producing a strong aura and demeanor that almost belittled me by his side; neatly collected, and folded in. “When is the wedding?”

“Saturday.” The moment our planner realized the seriousness of how quickly our wedding was approaching, his hazel eyes bulged. I watched Trunks keep his stern, business face. “I hired you with the delicacy of our time constraint. You will have full range of finances.”

The planner recovered at the compliment and honor to have free range. Pulling open his book, and clicking his pen open, it looked like he was ready to get down to business.

“Well then, let’s get started,” he began, flipping through a few pages. “Since we have a limited time, I’ll start with the basics: what is your theme?”

I wasn’t even sure as I couldn’t help but gaze at Trunks with large eyes. These questions, I couldn’t even answer. He looked calm and collected as if it was all thought out.

“It will be at the new palace, the ceremony in the throne room where during our vows we will be crowned, and the reception followed in the ballroom. I will leave design and preparation in your hands,” Trunks responded as the planner brightened. This would be his key to success by how well the whole wedding and reception went.

“Is there anything you would like to deicide?” asked the planner, baffled at how loose his grips were. Trunks pushed up a slight smirk and leaned forward, his arm pulling me snuggly in.

“If there are any questions, feel free to ask the bride. Everything else is in your hands,” Trunks replied. I felt a blush bubble up slightly at the contact.

“It looks like we are done here,” said the planner, moving to his feet as we rose with him. Firmly shaking our hands with a large smile he headed out the door before commenting, “This will be a beautiful wedding.”

“Are you ready for dress shopping?” asked Trunks with a charming boyish grin.

“I was thinking about that earlier. I have a dress in Tokyo I could have a friend grab on the way out,” I began and could see the amusement leave his face. This idea mustn’t have been in his plans but I could feel I would need to smooth out the edges of this thorn. “My friend Minako designed it in high school with the promise she would make it when the time was right. I’m going to wear that dress.”

I felt the demand pull into my voice before I could bite my tongue. His brows twitched upward slightly at the comment. I couldn’t tell if he was amused, angry, or what; his calm composure put me on edge. Would his feelings always be so well-guarded? I felt this would be one of my greatest tasks to accomplish by helping him to feel again.

“It was made in mind for him.” I felt the burn from his words and sting in my chest. I never thought that as the reason, but why would it matter if it was? Was he perhaps…jealous? I decided not to think on that but instead what he was having a problem with: the dress’s meaning.

“I could care less if he had liked my dress. It was designed for me, with my personality and feelings in mind as well as my friend going out of her way to design it,” I started, feeling my mind lock. No matter what he said, I was going to wear my dress. I was beginning to see the relief spring up into his eyes but his face was still stern and closed off. I felt his hands on my shoulders and shrugged them off, starting to soften as I held his hands firmly and gazed into his eyes. “Trunks, trust me. I would rather wallop him in the nose than wear something with him in mind on our day.”

His eyes were clearing as a small, microscopic smirk slid up at my comment. I could feel his grip strengthen a bit on my hands.

“I will pick you up after the fitting for our lunch appointment,” he answered, changing the subject. I felt his hands release me as he turned to go but my body seemed to act on its own to catch the sleeve of his shirt.

“I’d like to go,” my voice spoke-up, above a whisper. This time he didn’t hide his surprised face. Immediately I released his sleeve. I didn’t know what got into me, clinging onto his essence and wanting to be surrounded by it. I could see the smile in his eyes but his face stayed blank. The more I watched him, the more curious I became; perplexed by how hidden he was. I could tell he was a thinker, but I never thought his stern exterior was natural from the bits I saw brightened. Did <i>she</i> cause him to close the world out, to express showing a clue or hint to his emotions?

“Come on then,” he replied, waiting by the opened door for me to exit. I quickly grabbed my purse and felt relieved not to be left alone. It was beginning to feel comfortable riding next to him in the hover car. I wondered how the palace had been set-up, or what the people of Satan City would request from their voted in royal families. Would I need to deal with guests or would he? I could feel my thoughts beginning to cloud and quickly pushed them aside. I needed to stay positive, and clear minded to deal with all that was coming. Entering the tuxedo shop, I watched Trunks be whisked away when I slipped outside for a phone call. Announcing the news to my friends wasn’t a huge deal, but dealing with the mass of calls was what I feared.

“Hello?” I asked, stepping by the window to watch. Trunks looked to be waiting on me as he talked with an associate.

“Mako!” A unison of voices said at once. I couldn’t help the smile coming from the corners of my mouth. They had all grouped together for a conference call to my phone from the palace.

“I guess it’s a little late to say I have an announcement,” I said warmly, hearing the chorus of laughter singing in my ear.

“You naughty minx Mako,” Minako’s smooth voice purred over the line. “Not only bedding a hot prince but getting him to propose!”

“Why did we have to find out in the paper?” asked Rei, the raven haired priestess sounded put out.

“Actually, Minako clued us in to the romance a bit ago when Kaspar said she wasn’t in town,” Ami added, and I could feel her warm smile.

“It was very unexpected, but there’s something else you should prepare for,” I began, only for a few squeals to overtake the phone. I held it away until I was able to try and speak again.

“Makoto, starting a family so soon?” Haruka’s strong voice sounded more shocked than excited.

“No, definitely not!” I butted in trying to speak between interruptions. “The wedding is Saturday.”

“As in this Saturday?” Rei almost sounded breathless with shock.

“Yes, this Saturday in Satan City. Now please listen closely,” I started, feeling the silence while they waiting for me to continue. “Minako I need my dress, and I’m not sure on the preparations. As soon as I know anything toward the bridal party situation I will let you know. But, by the sounds of it there may be no bridal party since we will be crowned during the ceremony.”

There was another series of excitement as they all spoke at once. I was barely able to understand what was said. Finally, there was a break in the chatter.

“Mako, we’ll be there tomorrow!” Usagi, my queen and close friend, announced. I was enthralled. It felt so long since we had all been together that I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. With a unison of ‘byes’, I hung up and floated inside. I wanted this day to go by faster! Trunks did wait on me, casually chatting with the associate but grew silent as he curiously watched me take to his side.

“Good news?” asked Trunks, and I knew a smile was still plastered on my face.

“Very. Everyone will be here tomorrow and bring the dress,” I replied.

“That’s good news,” his tenure dropped to a softer tone as I felt a hand lead me by the shoulders to the displays. “Which one would you like?”

I was perplexed by the question and didn’t even look at the displays. After my tantrum over my dress this morning, I knew Trunks was unaware of why I really came.

“This is your choice,” I answered, watching his face again. I could see the smile in the corner of his eyes but carefree blank expression. When I heard that the eyes were the gateway to the soul, I never believed it until now. I was beginning to understand just how Trunks worked. “Let me know when it’s time to pick the complimentary details. I have an accent of color, maybe we can match.”

Taking a seat in the fitting rooms, I curiously flipped through a magazine as it seemed Trunks already had a suit picked. When he stepped out in a classic three-piece tux, my magazine almost slid to the floor. At this moment I was just realizing just how handsome he really was.

“Anything you would like to change?” he asked, walking toward me and opening the button as the jacket fell open. My eyes landed on the blue checkered vest that match his eyes. This was perfect. We didn’t need to match colors since it would represent two Kingdoms uniting. As soon as I found my voice, I was blown away by how his eyes dazzled in amusement. He wanted to knock me off my feet!

“It’s fine,” I commented, recovering enough to look back at my magazine, hoping to hide the blush that had bubbled up. I could sense a change in the air but decided to ignore it as Trunks crouched to get a better glimpse but I kept tilting down farther.

“Makoto, if you don’t like it then express it,” Trunks spoke, as if he knew what I was thinking. He was far from it and I felt a sense of pride that I was hard to read. I felt my blush finally subdue and peeked up. Playing with the edge of the magazine, I hoped that action would distract him.

“It’s not that…you look extremely handsome,” I answered, finally bringing my eyes up to catch how taken back he was. He looked more than pleased, his lips twitched to a soft smile and I was even floored. I needed to get my feelings and emotions under wraps. I could feel my lips tingle at remembering his kiss. Trunks pushed up, looking more than satisfied, as he went back to change. I was relieved to fall away from his scrutiny. The awkwardness blossomed as I kept from touching him at all costs, even through lunch.

A bubbling young woman sat with us as she described all the food to be served and finally the type of cake to choose. This would be a hard part as I was curious to see what Trunks would choose.

“What do you think of a marble with fruit filling?” asked Trunks, putting the attention straight to me.

“A raspberry or blackberry will be tart with enough sweet to satisfy,” I answered. “Which would you like?”

“Half and half should satisfy,” Trunks answered.

“Is there any changes to what is being served?” asked the young woman. I bit my tongue. For it being served by another, it was fine, although a bit more flavor could be added. I just smiled and waited for Trunks to comment.

“It looks fine, thank you. Contact our planner with the approved list,” Trunks ended, handing a card to the young woman. Once we parted, I felt excited and ready to finish the day waiting for my friends…and keeping my mind away from him. In two days we would be married, and I could think of him all I wanted. “Are there invitations you need sent out?”

“No, I invited those I wanted,” I stated, following Trunks to the car and slipping into the passenger seat.

“There is no one who will diplomatically be insulted by not receiving an invitation?” He was right; if this was to be a serious and formal wedding then I would need to invite everyone I knew so they could have a chance to decline from short notice.

“I’ll check with my assistant,” I offered and scrolled through my phone. Kaspar didn’t answer, which seemed odd. I left a message and then sent a text for good measures.

“I need a list by five o’clock,” Trunks said, and I felt my work would be cut out. Waiting at home I paced trying again to call Kaspar only for his phone to be off. I moved into work mode, scrolling through my planner and addresses to see whom I should invite. It took me two hours to compile the list as Trunks somehow knew to keep out of my way. It wasn’t what he did and didn’t as long as I met the deadline. I remembered how busy I used to be before I gained an assistant and now, I moved back into those old habits. Checking the clock, I saw I was in success by being finished by three. Peeking into the living room I found no Trunks and decided to check one last place.

In the bedroom I saw how relaxed and peaceful he lay taking a nap; soft shadows flickered across him from the dimmed blinds. I almost didn’t want to disturb him until the deadline. Setting my list on the night stand, I carefully untied and pulled his shoes off. I was amazed at how huge they were as I gently placed them at the foot of the bed. Picking up an extra blanket kept at the foot, I covered him and tried not to linger too much watching his handsome features. Sneaking back into the living room, I found Goten relaxing on the couch. How did he get in? Glancing at the balcony, I saw it unlocked. Not like he couldn’t have busted through the door any time.

“You like him,” Goten commented, quickly catching me off guard. Taking a seat, I watched how quiet his face looked, as if reading an open book. I was quiet, unsure how to answer his statement. “A lot of women take for granite his generosity and patience. I don’t want to see it happen again.”

I could feel the genuine concern Goten felt for his friend. I was sure he was there to try and help him when he’d been hurt before.

“I am honored to be marrying your friend,” I began, watching how his attention flickered to my face. Although Goten seemed carefree and relaxed, I could see the seriousness he gained from his mother. “If at any time you feel I may be giving him less than he deserves, let me know and I will make the appropriate changes necessary. I only want to get married once and hope he will agree.”

Goten lightened up letting out a long, deep breath he must have been waiting to release.

“So, when are your friends getting into town?” he asked casually. I giggled.

“Tomorrow at the earliest,” I answered and could see a sparkle. “I think I might know a single one that may fit your tastes.”

Goten brightened up at that. “Who? Does she have powers too? I heard how you brought down lightning when Vegeta pissed you off.”

“We all have powers, but I’d rather they tell you themselves,” I answered, but caught a strange sparkle in his eye.

“Can I see it?” asked Goten, quietly. I perked my brows wondering what he could be talking about as he leaned in a little. “The skirt outfit thing,”

I didn’t see the harm and nodded, moving to my feet prepared.

“Jupiter Crystal Power, Make-Up!” The moment I stood there in all my glory, I saw Goten with a beet red face and shocked expression. Did he not believe it? I was glad to show Trunks was right in his sharing. Checking the time, I knew it was time to start dinner. “If you’d like, you could stay for dinner.”

“Wait, can I get a picture with you?” asked Goten, searching his pockets for his phone. With a nod, Goten angled the phone, wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and squished us cheek to cheek. “Smile!”

Striking my usual pose, I pushed up a huge smile and waited for the sound. Gazing down at the picture, I couldn’t help but giggle.

“One last favor,” Goten asked, with pleading brown eyes. “Cook dinner in that!”

This was starting to push my buttons of why he wanted me to stay in this outfit. Maybe I could bargain too? I did love this outfit, but it felt like amusement for him.

“Only if you’ll help,” I countered and saw Goten more than willing to accept. Giving him the same tasks I usually gave Chibi-usa: chopping odd vegetables, setting the table, and opening the wine. It made cooking a breeze at how quickly he obliged before taking a seat at the table to watch. Placing the meatloaf in the oven with vegetables steaming and mashed potatoes ready, I joined Goten at the table.

“You all really wore these outfits?” asked Goten, pouring me a glass of wine.

“Yep. We all have our own colors that represent our planets,” I answered, feeling relaxed and accepted.

“When did you come to Earth?” asked Goten again. I knew I would be answering a lot of curiosities.

“It’s hard to say ‘when’ exactly since we were sent to be reborn for when we were needed,” I began. “I could have been reborn hundreds of times but I wasn’t given my powers or memory of the past until evil spurred up. After that, our duty began to the Moon Princess to keep the silver crystal safe and in good hands.”

Goten seemed to be in thought, trying to maybe think up more questions no doubly.

“Do you remember your home planet?” That question hit me to the quick as he poured another glass.

“It’s hard,” I started, trying to think of what I could remember. “I always served the Princess, recruited and taken to the Moon Kingdom as a child to train. I remember a forest, always a lush forest that smelled so fresh. Perhaps that’s why I feel so comfortable out in the elements.”

“We trained as children too,” Goten said, showing me into their past. “To this day we always train to become stronger in case someone wants to invade our new home. Trunks and I spent most of our childhood always in fights. I guess now, it’s time to live like a normal human.”

“As much as we strive to be normal, it will never be possible,” I spoke softly, watching his eyes harden at the truth. “Once you accept that you are different and have a special gift to share with the world you will be able to feel like who you are. Being a Saiyan is as normal as it goes for you. Be proud of that beautiful heritage.”

The room grew quiet as Goten finished off the wine and I went to check our food. The meatloaf was almost done, and I knew it was almost time to wake Trunks up. Turning to complete the task, I saw Trunks look up from Goten to me. In his groggy state, I saw a clear surprise of me in the kitchen in my outfit. Quickly he placed a hand on Goten’s shoulder, only for Goten to grin amused.

“Pay up,” Goten said, pulsing a large grin up before sending a wink my way. Was I hearing this correctly? Did they bet on my outfit? Or me transforming? I was pissed.

“What was the wager?” I asked, not amused. Goten looked too laid back. Just before Goten could speak, Trunks put him in a headlock and the two stumbled in a mess out to the balcony. Pulling on my gloves, I followed them out ready to find out what was going on. Trunks looked pissed by how he finally released Goten. “Look, I’m going to find out one way or another. Someone better start talking.”

I felt my voice tighten and fist clench.

“Makoto, get inside,” Trunks demanded, still latched onto Goten’s arm roughly. I stood my ground and watched his eyes flash at the disregard. The longer we stood in our standoff, the more agitated he became. “You’ve embarrassed yourself enough, get inside.”

Cooking dinner and entertaining his friend, that came over unannounced, was an embarrassment? If he thought he was going to push me around then he had another thing coming.

“I didn’t know being kind is considered an embarrassment,” I cocked. Goten let out a drunken chuckle that his arm got shook for.

“Just tell her,” Goten cooed, rising my suspicions. I could feel the anger in Trunks as he jerked Goten between us.

“Tell her what you did Goten,” Trunks demanded, watching Goten straighten up and look me square in the eyes. I could see a blush crease across his face as he couldn’t look me in the eye anymore. I couldn’t help but think he reminded me of a child caught doing something awful.

“Look, I was just curious,” Goten started, looking bashful and pushing his hand through his tasseled hair. I stared him down, waiting for the next part and felt Jupiter disappear as I stood back in my clothes. Stepping closer, I watched as he finally let out a sigh to stare up slightly. “Trunks told me not to ask you to transform, and now I know why. I could see through that green light.”

I felt exposed, knowing both had seen me transform. My eyes didn’t look at Trunks as I heard the beeper on the oven. Turning on my heel, I went in to finish dinner. I couldn’t even look at them as I set the plates on the table and went to put the rest in the fridge. I had lost my appetite and went to get ready for bed. The shower would suffice against my normal rain showers that I loved to ease my worries, disappointments, or frustrations as I tried to think this out. Trunks hadn’t wanted me to know, but why hadn’t he told me when I transformed for him so I would be aware not to transform? Either way, this situation was wrong all around. Drying my hair and wrapping it into a braid, I wasn’t sure who I was madder at. Goten for asking me to do something he was told not to, or Trunks for not speaking up.

Tugging on a night gown, I crawled into bed with my book for the night. Even though this was the first night we agreed to share the bed, I wondered if he would still come. I couldn’t remember when he came in, or when I fell asleep with my book until I jolted awake by him pulling it from my lap. Being mad at him disappeared as I followed his lead to lie back under the blankets. The heat from his shower rolled off his skin as he turned off the light and crawled in. The smell of his musky soap tickled my nose as I sighed before snuggling into the pillow more.

“Makoto?” I heard a sense of worry when his warm hand touched my shoulder.

“Hmmm?” I grunted and tried to stay awake.

“Come here,” his low, warm voice grumbled and I scooted back until my back met his hot chest. Warm arms hugged me from behind as I felt sleep ebbing me away. “I didn’t mean for you to be embarrassed.”

“I know,” I whispered, staying between the rough boundaries of sleep and being awake. “He looked more embarrassed than me.”

Trunks let out a chuckle that rumbled and kept me from falling asleep. I felt exhausted for some reason but it helped against the normal awkwardness we would have felt.

“After dinner, Goten apologized before I sent him off,” Trunks continued, pulling me back up from sleep and somehow I felt it was time to put his talking to an end. Turning over, I could see his eyes in the dark directly in front of mine. His arms resumed around my waist loosely and I felt him calculating my face in the dark. “I hope there isn’t any hostility or maltreatment for my error. Goten is---”

I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on his unsuspecting mouth. Slowly pulling away, I let out a sigh.

“You talk too much,” I said tiredly. His breath held and movements froze. I could tell it was unexpected and put him on his toes. I knew if I wanted, I could make his first night with me very awkward. The idea stuck with me as I wrapped my arms over his strong biceps and lightly buried me finger tips in his hair as my body seemed to perk in interest. I flew awake the moment I felt him shudder.

“Makoto, you shouldn’t---” I ignored his warning and kissed him again. This time he reacted, taking me by surprise the way his mouth worked its magic. Soft at first, his mouth worked me into a rhythm before teasing it open. Following his lead, I welcomed him for feeling how forcefully he dominated my mouth with tongue. I was under his spell as a hand began to creep up my thigh before teasingly darting back down. Shuttering, Trunks took my first weakened opening to ease me on my back.

Keeping my mouth occupied, his fingers began to slowly rub circles up my thigh until I jerked in surprise when they lightly brushed against my lips. The thin fabric protecting my hot warmth failed at its task while Trunks dared to gently explore, easing my stiffened thighs apart. Leaving my mouth empty, he began to trail kisses down my neck as a soft moan of ecstasy pushed up. I didn’t know which part to focus on; his lips trailing down to my breasts or hand trying to break through my panty barrier.

Exposed to the cool air, my breasts perked as Trunks tenderly kissed each mound before focusing on one. I wasn’t sure what to expect while I felt my breath catch, curious to this sensual new feeling. Motoki had never taken the time to turn me on or please me to this extent; I never knew so much pleasure could derive from a delicate touch. Trunks’ mouth skimmed over my erect nipple as I flinched and heard him softly chuckle before taking the awaiting bud into his hot mouth. Giving up control of my body, I tilted my head back and moaned as my fingers kneaded his hardened shoulder. Before I could even begin to gather my mind around his tongue technique, his warm fingers slipped back the fabric and began to explore my throbbing heat.

“Ah...Trunks...” His name was on my tongue while I quivered with pleasure and fear. Taking my mouth tenderly, I felt distracted until his finger slipped between my lips to explore my moisture. Slipping across my swollen knob, I felt my thighs buckle with pleasure as they tightly closed around his arm.

“Trust me,” Trunks rich tenure voice purred into my ear. Slowly I began to relax my trembling thighs to allow him full access. Nearing my opening, his finger gently applied pressure before slipping back up to my knob to make my hips arch against him and a soft whimper escape. I wanted more, to feel what else he had to offer in the mists of this wave of euphoria. Demanding my mouth roughly, I thrust my tongue into his mouth trying to coax him for more of that sweet pleasure. Arching my hips against his teasing hand, a sudden moan coursed through my body as his finger slipped into my clenched entrance. “Relax, you’re so tight.”

I hadn’t noticed how much I stiffened with pleasure while I breathed as his finger slipped deeper before retracting slowly. Just as it was about to exit, he pushed it back down suddenly starting to go deeper and deeper with each teasing thrust. Using his thumb to lightly rub my knob, my breath quickened as I tried to suppress the moans budding up. I was unwillingly tightening around his finger as the searing through my abdomen swelled beyond a boiling point the more he continued. Controlling my mouth, Trunks slipped another finger in while I moaned into him and my hips began to rock with the thrust of his fingers.

“I’m gonna...cum...” I panted, tearing my mouth away from his as my body began to stiffen at the intense spasm and clutch tightly around his fingers. Catching my breath, I quivered as he slowly spilled his wet fingers out and pressed soft, warm kisses on my neck.

“That was beautiful Makoto,” his hot breath whispered in my ear while he pushed back my hair as I caught my breath. I couldn’t help but feel thankful for him releasing me as I relaxed into the bed unmoving. Greedily, my body wanted more and my mind tried to argue it was only fair to return the favor.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered. Trunks pulled my fingers to his lips, and I was uncertain what would happen next. From that hot passion before, he was gentle and tender while his throbbing member pressed hard into my thigh. I shuttered as he slowly pulled my night gown and panties down over my hips. Suddenly tensing as he began to ease between my thighs, I felt Trunks stop.

“We will stop here,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. I felt horrible as he receded and laid on his back. Pulling me warmly against his side, Trunks rubbed my shoulder tenderly. “We don’t have to rush everything tonight.”

I gave a slight nod of my head and couldn’t help but agree. From what he’d showed me tonight had made-up for almost never experiencing it in the past.

I jolted awake looking for the clock but found Trunks still by my side. I mistook him for my warm spot in the bed and moved enough on my elbows to take in his sleeping face. The light peeked through the shutters in lines, showing his nose, mouth, and strong jaw; concealing, then a price of his chest. Did we sleep late? I peered over at the clock to see it was after seven. To think I thought this was sleeping in now. Lying back down, I curled to his side using his bulging pectoral as a pillow while listening to the fluttering heart beneath. It pumped strongly and felt relaxing. A groan scared me as I jerked away only for one strong arm to hold me in place. Bewildered, I watched his glowing blue gems smolder with a passion I’d never seen.

“You missed training,” I whispered, afraid to move. I followed his lead to take my place back on his chest with his warm arms. I could feel his fingers brush through my hair as the braid unraveled.

“Enjoy sleeping in, it won’t happen often,” Trunks rumbled in my ear. Did that mean we would be too busy? Or was his training schedule daily? I decided not to think about it too much and enjoyed being held. I never let Motoki hold me like this and thought it was a sign of weakness. It’s strange how strong I felt in Trunks’ arms; breathing at the same relaxing pace and just being. His fingers in my hair kept me still, as if in a trance at this strange new feeling. The phone on the night stand disturbed this tranquil moment, making me groan and pat my hand out to lazily reach.

“Just ignore it,” I said, snuggling closer and let my arm drop. Trunks let out another rumbling chuckle and rubbed his hand up and down my arm to get the chilled goose bumps down.

“Makoto, this is our last day,” he said, his fingers stopped moving and I could feel the tension starting in his muscles. I never thought of today like this, as the last day before we stepped into a new beginning. Our last day to back out, and our last day as two separate people, merging our paths as one. I followed his lead to roll onto my back as he gazed down. I couldn’t see his face hidden by the long strands of hair. I knew my eyes were wide as I controlled them to a normal size. He must have wanted me to think about it to find some uncertainty but I was dead set on going forward. I wished I could tell him I loved him and that this would be the best start to our lives, but I couldn’t. It would be a lie. I was scared of our future, but I felt it was right and would be okay. I pushed his hair back and gave a sly grin.

“Your last day as one of Satan City’s most eligible bachelors,” I commented and watched him grin. I could tell he was beginning to warm up; the starting of facial expressions was a change from only using his eyes. The phone rang once more and I knew I couldn’t ignore it a second time. Crawling over, I put it on speak phone. “Hello?”

“Mako, we’re here!” Ami announced as I curiously looked at the phone. “Which apartment number?”

“844.” I replied and immediately saw it hang up. Moving into action, I slid out of bed and grabbed my robe. I wouldn’t have time to get ready but at least Trunks would. “It’s about to get crowded.”

“How many of your friends are coming?” asked Trunks, standing at the edge of the bed to give a stretch.

“It could range from ten to thirteen,” I answered, slipping into the bathroom for a quick wash down of my teeth and brush of my hair. I had managed to finish my teeth when I heard the doorbell. They were all here and Trunks was in for the third degree. “I’ll get everyone settled while you get ready.”

Making sure my robe was fastened, I kept a steady pace to the door before flinging it open. A broad smile pushed up my mouth as I felt the first hug come from Rei Hino. Her long ebony hair was as soft as ever while she wore a flattering dress that showed her ivory skin and would make eyes wonder. Over the years, Rei had transformed into a beauty that I knew others envied but since she was declared as a priestess, she took a vow to never marry. This vow was renewed every five years and I wondered if Rei would ever slip away from it. She cupped my cheeks in her hands as her amethyst eyes glittered with a hidden agenda.

“Did we wake you? I hope not…your aura is vibrant today,” Rei said, moving in to make room for the rest. Ami was next, her dark blue hair had grown out and she finally let the straight strands down. By the black bag she was holding, I could tell she was still on duty or as a precaution.

“I’m sorry to intrude but everyone wanted to come over right when we landed,” she spoke softly before giving a warm hug and then moving into the apartment.

“Mako!” I was nearly pushed against the door at the leaping hug Minako produced. Pushing a kiss onto each cheek, the beautiful blond looked me over with twinkling blue eyes. I knew that sly smirk and knew she hoped to make sure I was wearing something inappropriate under the robe. Over the years, Minako had taken to her role as the daughter of Aphrodite and Goddess of Love by traveling the world, doing good deeds, and in the mean time writing articles on advice with men of all types. I wouldn’t be surprised if she would have her own show soon to go over intimate questions. Although she shared her knowledge, I didn’t mind asking her anything I worried about. It was better to be safe than sorry…and she was more than willing to be there for her closest friends. “I made sure to bring everything to get you ready for tomorrow. Just let us know the time and place!”

The last to enter was Usagi, holding a broad smile and a glow to her gleaming blue eyes. Her hair was always in that same two bun style with light blond strands beginning to fade into silver with each year.

“Mako, I’m so happy for you,” Usagi said, and I noticed the start of a distinct bump on her belly when we hugged.

“Usa, what’s this?” I asked, motioning to her bump only to receive a huge glowing smile and blush.

“Chibi-usa could use a sibling,” Usagi answered.

“Come in, I’ll whip you up some of that strawberry French toast you like so much,” I answered, and noticed it was like old times with just us five. This was more than a time to celebrate, especially with the upcoming birth of another heir to the Crystal Palace.

“In other words, Usa wanted to make a point that since we haven’t started our families, she would create a friend for Chibi-usa,” Rei commented as they followed me into the kitchen. I couldn’t help but think it was partly true, but I remembered Usagi and Mamoru talking about trying for a son.

“Isn’t it about time you and Yuichiro settled down Rei? That man has been by your side since high school,” Minako teased, sliding into a seat next to Ami at the bar while I took to the kitchen. Rei blushed and glared at Minako. We all knew it was true. Yuichiro was head over heels in love with Rei and silently stayed by her side while respecting her priestess wishes. It was romantic and cute to watch them over the years.

“Just because there is a man in my presence doesn’t mean I’m going to marry him, or other things. There is such a thing as a friend,” Rei shot back as I rinsed the strawberries.

“A bed friend,” Minako retorted as I saw Ami push into the middle.

“Rei, Minako is a free-spirit, who enjoys all she can with the opposite sex. Minako, Rei is a high priestess and has taken a solemn purity vow,” Ami explained, simmering them down a bit but I found the attention suddenly turned back to me. I had kept quiet slicing the strawberries except for a small giggle to bubble up. It was enough to be caught in the headlights of gleaming, curious eyes.

“So, where is he?” Rei breathed, turning to peer around the apartment curiously.

“Getting ready, we were in bed when you arrived,” I replied, but immediately wanted to take it back at the triumphant look Minako gave.

“I knew it!” she exclaimed, perking up in her chair. “Mako, spill it. You are having the time of your life. I knew once you experienced someone else you wouldn’t leave the bedroom! With all those muscles, I bet he has the stamina of a horse.”

I was red and watched Rei reach around Ami to smack her in the back of the head.

“Minako, have some tact,” Rei hissed, and a chuckle brought all our eyes up. I had hoped Trunks wouldn’t hear Minako’s perverted words, but now it was too late. Quickly, I buried into my task and turned to the stove.

“Oh my, it’s Mr. Muscles himself,” Minako said in a purr behind me. I could only imagine her bright blue eyes sparkling as she looked him over to dissect and rate. Not only that, to gage if she thought he would be ‘good enough’ for her friend.

“I prefer Trunks, but thank you for the compliment,” he said as I peeked over my shoulder to see the girls amazed and in awe.

“So, what did it take to sweep our lovely Makoto off her feet and to say ‘yes’?” Minako questioned only to receive another chuckle.

“Please ladies, introductions first,” Trunks said as a chorus of giggled ensued.

“Rei High, High Priestess of Ruby Tower,” I heard Rei speak casually as I finished the first set of French toast drizzled in strawberries. Sliding the plate before Usagi with a fork, I nimbly continued.

“Ami Muzino, head physician to the Crystal Palace and ruler of Sapphire Tower,” Ami introduced herself next, her kind voice making me smile. Two more plates were up as I set them on the counter for anyone to grab. Between another batch I started the coffee maker and put orange juice before Usagi and Rei.

“Minako Aino, goddess of love, ruler of the Topaz Tower, and recently labeled ‘free-spirit’,” Minako introduced and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Goddess of Sleaze is more like it,” Rei muttered and I knew Minako just smiled at the compliment.

“More luck with men than you’ll even know priestess,” she responded in a haughty tone. I spun around with my spatula in hand to click my tongue.

“Behave,” I quickly warned and put another plate on the counter. I noticed Usagi was waiting for more and put more on double time.

“Queen Serenity of Crystal Tokyo, but you may call me Usagi,” she said warmly.

“Expecting another heir?” asked Trunks as Usagi giggled,

“Definitely. When are you two planning a few of your own? Makoto always talked of wanting a big family,” Usagi revealed as I set another plate on the counter before taking her empty one to refill it. I caught Trunks eyes and grin as I set her second serving down. This was turning out to be a more interesting meeting than I expected.

“It’s up to Makoto,” Trunks answered and I saw Usagi look at me with pleading eyes while I poured coffee.

“I could use a buddy through this,” Usagi began as I set extra French toast with dressing on the counter. I wasn’t sure if I should glare or smile, but I found my stiff posture not to work as an answer. “It would be an interesting experience and I could help you through the new mother experiences!”

“It sounds like a wonderful idea Usa, but a little too soon,” I answered, trying to let her down easy. “A family isn’t something to be rushed…”

“Just like a wedding?” Rei commented and then I felt cold as the room went silent. I could see the embarrassment flash apologetically in her eyes but knew it was true. It was going to come up sooner or later, but I had hoped not in front of Trunks. “I’m sorry Mako, I didn’t---”

“I owe you an explanation,” I began but watched the gleam in Trunks eyes stop me. He rounded the counter and put a warm arm around my shoulders.

“Makoto and I may look to have rushed a wedding but we both agreed to this union for our own personal reasons and gains. This may look like I’m taking advantage of your friend during an emotional crisis, but I assure you the best intentions are in mind,” Trunks answered, giving me the comfort I needed and words I almost couldn’t say.

“What are your intentions?” asked Ami, her eyes turning a bit harsh. I never saw Ami so protective but it was nice to see her stick up. I looked up at Trunks, curious to hear his answer as well. I knew of his past heartbreak, how we were similar in thinking we’d never find true love again, but there had to be a different reason. He was a business man and I couldn’t see him taking a huge gamble when it came to his life.

“To fulfill her desires.” Trunks was starting to dig a hole toward my heart, but only a shallow one since I was unsure if he only said it for my friends.

“Do you even know what those desires and dreams are? It seems a little suspicious that you should appear after the biggest heartache in her life and not even a week later, you two are getting married? Mako, tell us if he is holding you hostage or threatening you. I’ll burn him to a crisp!” Rei suddenly burst, coming to my defense. I couldn’t help the warm smile float up as I wrapped an arm neatly around his waist and pushed into his side.

“I appreciate the cause for concerns. I don’t love him and we may not know each other well…but these last days have been amazing. It may seem like we are rushing but, it feels right. Trunks is a very good man, don’t let his charming smile tell you otherwise,” I answered, blushing and feeling his supportive grip. “He will make a wonderful king and partner.”

“What a romantic love story,” Usagi said, leaning on her elbows and heaving a dreamy sigh. “I never thought I would be one of the few to see a ‘love at first sight’ story.”

“You’re sure about this?” asked Ami, handing the strawberries down to Minako. I gave a nod.

“I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wasn’t,” I replied. They seemed satisfied and I did too. Now, to just convince the rest of our friends of the same thing.

“Are you ready for a great day?” asked Minako, changing the mood. “We booked manicures, pedicures, and the day at a spa. Lunch will be served then Haruka, Michiru, and Setsuna will meet us for the evening finale. Mamoru is watching Hotaru and Chibi-usa, taking them shopping and around town.”

I felt a chill go through me as I geared what Minako had planned that evening.

“Alright, I’ll go get ready,” I answered and started down the hall. My life was changing, my friends were accepting of the spouse I choose, and I was getting married tomorrow. Nothing could ruin this pre-marital bliss I was experiencing.
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