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

The palace was in a bustle as expecting guests began to arrive for the formal dinner Queen Serenity had put together in 24 hours. The short notice was much unexpected; a few suspicious whispers began of what it could be about. Was another heir on the way? The excitement bloomed through the drawing room where they took drinks. Minako Aino sat at the piano playing a lovely tune, her blue orbs watching the laughter brighten faces. This was what she needed, to be home with her friends to get inspiration for a new album. Rei Hino stood next to the piano drinking a glass of red wine, dressed in a long formal deep purple dress.
“Makoto is late,” she commented, her amethyst gems gazing to the open doorway. “She wasn’t home when I dropped off her dress either.”
Minako’s blonde brow wrinkled. “Well, it is the height of her season. She tends to spend more time in the field than at the store.”
“But that’s the thing, she wasn’t in the field and her workers looked shaken when I asked,” Rei continued, perplexed by their friend’s disappearance. Minako played with one had as she took a sip of her gin and tonic, a part of her hoping not to dribble on her own black and white apparel.
“Maybe Serenity knows.” Looking across the room at their happy Queen, both wondered if indeed she knew. If she did, she hid it well although she was known for having a hard time keeping a secret. Their navy haired friend was close by, making them wonder if indeed Serenity was with child again but it was hard to tell since Serenity wore flowing white gowns.
“Sorry we’re late, Setsuna was on the verge of a breakthrough,” Haruka announced, walking in dressed in a tuxedo with Michiru on his arm.
“What did you find?” Ami asked, a twinkle in her eye. Setsuna Meiou poured some wine and joined Ami on the couch to discuss her new scientific findings. While upgrading the buildings, they found a secret unground lab that must have belonged to Professor Tomoe so long ago. Inside were strange vials she was trying to decipher the contents.
“It’s a type of virus that attaches to red blood cells in order to multiply,” she divulged, a part of her worried. “Once I found out how it affects a host, I’ll start preparing a vaccine. I don’t know if this was spread or just an experiment.”
“Please let me know if you need any assistance,” Ami offered her dark haired friend.
“Dinner will be shortly, just waiting on our last guests,” Serenity announced and immediately pressed a hand to her mouth at the slip.
“Guests?” Rei immediately questioned, feeling a bit of excitement. It had been over four years since Makoto had brought a guest, the last being her past fiancé Motoki. “Who is Mako bringing?”
The Queen let out a sigh and took a seat on a plush white Victorian style couch, her shoulders slumped at the accidental reveal. “I can’t say, you’ll see.”
Immediately, the cell phones popped out searching to see if the press might have snagged a picture. Haruka and Michiru exchanged an amused glance, sipping their drinks. Then, Minako gasped before letting out an excited squeal.
“That minx! Check the Chinese news sources, there’s a video too!” Squishing together on a couch, Minako waited until everyone was close to press play. There Makoto sat next to the mystery man, Bulma and Vegeta to the left.
“Thank you everyone for coming to this sudden press conference,” began the older woman holding a serious tone. “As you have noticed, my son has been recently seen with a mystery woman and we would like to put the speculation and rumors at ease by announcing the engagement of Trunks Briefs to the lovely Miss Makoto Kino of Crystal Tokyo.”
Minako pressed paused as the news swirled around the room.
“Oh kami,” Rei stated, pushing up from the couch to refill her wine. “Do you think I can make a suit? I have to make a suit so he matches her gown for the Rose Festival!”
“I’ll get you in touch with my tailor,” King Endymion spoke up from his seat by the fireplace. Rei immediately nodded.
“You picked her up at the airport, what does he look like?” Minako quickly questioned, looking at Haruka and Michiru. Michiru giggled and quietly just sipped her white wine. “Well, we all saw him but how does he fair in person?”
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Makoto offered from the doorway on the arm of Trunks. The room went silent as eyes stared at the couple; Rei mentally guessing his measurements, Minako taking in the masculine form, and Ami blushing with embarrassment of being caught gossiping.
“Welcome to Crystal Tokyo,” Endymion began, “I am Endymion and this is my wife Serenity.”
Moving into formal mode, Serenity took to her feet and offered a small curtsy.
“Pleased to meet you,” Trunks answered, feeling intimidated by the luring women measuring him up. Is this how Makoto felt around his friends and family?
“You met Haruka and Michiru earlier,” Makoto started, pointing a hand in their direction and slowly introducing her friends. “This is Rei Hino, a great fashion designer in the Ruby district; Ami Muzino, palace physician; Setsuna Meiou, scientist; and Minako Aino, famous pop singer.”
“It’s nice to meet you all,” Trunks said with a classic boyish grin. Minako fanned herself dramatically.
“Oh my kami Mako, you know how to pick them,” stated Minako. “Do you have any single friends you could introduce me to?”
Trunks chuckled. “I do, let me know when would be a good time to meet him.”
“Let me know when you’re free, I need to get your measurements for the Rose Festival,” Rei interjected.
“Shall we move to the dining room?” asked Endymion, moving the dinner along schedule. Moving from the drawing room to the formal dining room, Trunks felt the grand splendor of the palace with frosted crystal walls. The dining room gloated a gas chandelier, something he hadn’t seen in ages. The warm glow gave the room a romantic atmosphere while fragrant colorful centerpieces welcomed them. Sitting in assigned seats with the King and Queen at the heads of the table, the room was a bit quiet while the first course shrimp salad was served.
“You don’t have to hold back,” Makoto commented, knowing her friends were biting their tongues to try to be as welcoming as possible. The air seemed to lighten at the statement.
“How did you meet?” Ami asked first. Makoto couldn’t help the soft giggle bubble up.
“Well, two days ago his father flew in and said I would marry his son,” she answered honestly, trying not to laugh at the inside joke. Her friends were shocked, slowly munching at their salads for more. “So, I met him and agreed.”
There was a dreamy sigh from Minako. “Love at first sight?”
“Well, you could say that if you consider negotiating two days of labor, a closet organizer, and learning how to fly,” she revealed.
“You can fly?” Haruka spoke up.
“A handful of us in Satan City can, and I’m here to teach all of you how to,” he said. The room was abuzz again as the second course was delivered on white and gold bone china.
“That’s amazing, how do you fly?” asked Rei.
“By manipulating your ki energy and focusing. It will take some time to get the hang of it but I’ll work with everyone’s schedules while I’m here,” he offered. Taking a bite of the smoked brisket, he couldn’t believe how juicy it tasted and fresh. This was one of the best meals he’d ever tasted, it was above restaurant quality. “I have some training exercises everyone can do until then to learn how to feel your ki and move the energy around.”
“Is this really what you want Makoto?” Setsuna asked solemnly. Makoto was caught off guard by the question, she hadn’t anticipated it so publically.
“I do. We’ve agreed to date until September. If by then we find we’re not compatible, we’ll part ways iambically,” she answered, watching her friend’s shoulders relax.
“Teaching you all to fly is more of an apology for my father’s actions,” Trunks stated.
“What line of work are you in?” Serenity asked, trying to change the topic to get to know the man engaged to their friend. Trunks explained Capsule Corps and his hopes of expanding the technology into Crystal Tokyo but would formally like to meet later in order to go over the figures of why his company would better their city. The rest of the evening went smoothly, after dinner retiring to the drawing room once more for a dessert coffee. The room seemed to separate into small groups, each occupied in their own tasks. Ami and Setsuna playing chess, Michiru and Minako talking about music, Rei, Makoto and Serenity going over the Rose Festival. Trunks stood with Endymion and Haruka, drinking scotch by the warm fireplace.
“How much do you know about Makoto?” Haruka started, feeling it was his duty to weed out an undesirable match.
“Frankly, not a whole lot,” Trunks admitted, feeling rather sheepish. “She’s intelligent, hardworking, successful, and put up one hell of a fight against my father. I admire all those qualities.”
Endymion couldn’t help but smile at the compliments.
“That she is, but she can be guarded about her emotions,” Haruka continued. “Her first engagement didn’t end well and I don’t want to see her hurt like that again.”
Trunks felt a tingle run down his spine. Jealousy?
“I don’t want to hurt her,” Trunks stated a bit defensively and gazed across the room at her. She was so animated, he loved seeing this side of her. “I hope she chooses me.”
Haruka couldn’t keep his grin, glad this potential match seemed to have a good heart in the matter. A part of him wanted to believe it was show but he could see it in Trunks’ eyes.
Makoto was up at 4am on the dot, getting ready for a busy day in her fields. Today, she would be utilizing Trunks for his first day of manual labor she’d requested. Unsure of how well her employees did while she was gone, Makoto tried to keep high hopes but knew she wouldn’t be satisfied until she saw it. Throwing on a thin long-sleeved flannel over her tank top, Makoto buttoned it on the way to the kitchen. Looking up at the smell of coffee, she was surprised to see Trunks already awake and making breakfast.
“Good morning,” Trunks greeted, handing her steaming a cup of coffee and eyeful of his bare, muscular chest. Makoto tried not to let her gaze linger too long.
“Thank you, good morning,” she answered, ripping her gaze away to the silver fridge. Leaning the door on a hip, she poured a flavored creamer into the cup before putting it back. “Do you need help with anything?”
Trunks offered her a playful grin over a beefy shoulder.
“Relax, I’ve got this,” he retorted and turned back to the stove. Makoto sipped the warm liquid before taking a seat at the bar. Her hands smoothed over the jade countertop she picked, still certain at her choice. She tried looking around to distract herself but finally gave up, cupping her chin in a cool palm to watch. His body was fascinating to watch and was sure Ami could name every single muscle that shifted under sun-kissed skin. Holding back a breathy sigh, Makoto quickly drank some more of her coffee while guessing the smells: ham, eggs, and something beginning to toast.
“Where did you learn to cook?” she enquired.
“Camping, any free time from school my dad would take me out to train and tell me to fend for myself,” he explained. Those were fond memories, a bit harsh but he managed.
“Wow, how old were you?” she continued to probe.
“That time, around five or six.” Makoto had to clutch her jaw, feeling a motherly tension rise. How could someone be so cruel to make a child fend for himself?
“What did Mrs. Briefs say?” Trunks chuckled, plating the meal and serving it.
“My dad got an earful and after that, anytime we’d go train she’d pack a backpack,” he answered. Makoto couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, she’d seen Bulma hand it to Vegeta by pulling the muscular man by his ear.
“Thank you, this looks great,” Makoto said, changing the topic. The plate was colorful with the pink ham, orange and white stirred eggs, half of a green pear, and brown rye toast lightly buttered. It was balanced and packed full of energy they’d need. “How was last night?”
Trunks smiled. He liked meeting her friends, whom she considered family. They were straightforward, protective, and looking out for her every step of the way. A part of him wanted to know about the past engagement but decided it was best not to, secretly he’d see if there was anything online about it.
“Everyone was very kind even with the arrangement,” he revealed. “It must be great to have a solid support system.”
Makoto couldn’t help but feel joy spread through her and proud of her adopted family. “It is, if it wasn’t for them I’m not sure where I’d be today. I was tall so people thought I was intimidating so rumors started that I was kicked out from fighting from my old school.”
“You? Fighting?” he asked in disbelief. Makoto giggled.
“Yeah, I was angry at the world but I didn’t want to fight back then. So I just cooked, which was how I met Serenity. She forgot her lunch and I shared my bento box with her.” Makoto smiled at the memory, it was also not long after she found out she was a senshi too. Looking up at the clock, Makoto narrowed her brow. “I’ll clean up while you get ready, it’s time to head out.”
In fifteen minutes, Makoto met him in the foyer pulling on her boots and large rimmed wicker hat. Leading Trunks to the left outside the door, he saw a carefully built stone pathway leading them through the forest. It opened to a large field of neatly tended roses almost as far as the eye could see. There were four people already working to pull weeds, shoving liquid contain glass bulbs next to each bush, and clipping bloomed roses to send to the shop. Pulling a pair of gloves from her back pocket, Makoto turned and handed them to Trunks.
“I just guessed on your size but you’ll need these,” she said.
“Thanks,” he said sincerely at the gesture. Tying her hat on with a white sheer ribbon, Makoto put on her own gloves.
“I’ll show you what to do and then give you your own section,” she started and waved to her employees that looked happy to see her. Heading to an old pick-up truck, Makoto handed Trunks a sack satchel and some clippers. “In the mornings before we start, we drive the truck down the path to unload prefilled fertilizer bulbs and water buckets for ready flowers. Then we get started taking colored sections. After you complete a section, you get a twenty-minute break, then start on your second section. About then, it’s time for the shop to open so we load up the flowers and take them in. After delivery, it’s lunch time so we head back out after that to collect, clean, and refill the fertilizer bulbs for the next morning.”
Trunks was surprised at how much thought went into the process of owning a flower business. Silently, he stalked behind Makoto and watched her weed and stick the bulb into the moist earth.
“This is the tricky part,” Makoto began. “You clip roses that look like they’re about to bloom so when a customer orders a bouquet, they’re able to watch it blossom and will last longer. If you’re unsure, call me down and I’ll make the call. Ready?”
“Yep, ready,” he stated and demonstrated what he’d watched. Makoto couldn’t help but smile at how quickly he learned, and how fast he moved. It had to be part of his super speed or something but he put her to shame and she’d mastered the technique.
“Wow, you’re a faster learner,” she commented proudly. “If you’d like, you can start on the section next to mine.”
Trunks couldn’t help but show off, wanting to impress her. Seeing her crouched at working, Trunks moved inhumanly to weed and place the bulbs, clipping would take more concentration. Empty bulb crates lined the rows while his weed pouch bulged. Tying the satchel closed and tossing it next to one of the bulb crates, Trunks grabbed a bucket filled an eighth with water and pruned each bush carefully. As his confident built, Trunks began to speed up; the hot morning sun on his back made the sweat begin. Pulling his damp shirt off, he tucked it into a back pocket and continued, row after row until he reached the end of the field again.
Pushing a few loose strands behind an ear, he looked up to see Makoto walking his way gazing at the filled buckets of assorted colored roses. Setting the last bucket down, he wasn’t sure if he should meet her or stay put; her walk looked like a woman on a mission with her wicker hat dangling behind her. Before he knew it, they came toe-to-toe and she pulled him into kiss. Cupping the base of her neck and wrapping a forearm around her lower back, Trunks enjoyed the kiss and pulled her soft curves into him. His loins tightened with need, wanting nothing more than to fly them back to her house and make love.
Makoto slowly pulled back looking up at him with smoldering gems. “You’re extraordinary.”
Trunks felt his ego stroked by her sweet words and gave a smile. “Are you sure you don’t want to trade in that closet organizer for more days of labor?”
Makoto laughed and pulled away, readjusting her hat.
“I’m not giving up that organizer but I’m open to hearing some offers,” she countered, having a hard time pulling the smile from her lips.
“Unlimited labor,” Trunks negotiated, the mischief side of him surfacing, “for moving into the master suite.”
“Deal,” Makoto answered immediately without thinking. The only thing she could think of was how bigger she could expand her crop. In an hour, he’d finished five sections which meant she could more than double her yield if there was a high enough demand for it. For the Rose Festival, the yield was always needed but it was between the start of the festival and timing the blooming that Makoto was still working on. She wanted to make money off her crop more than one bulk use for a parade float.
“Are you certain?” Trunks queried.
“I know you can feel the chemistry, it’s going to happen sooner or later,” she calculated. They’d already shared a bed and Makoto had to admit it was one of the best night’s sleeps she had in a long time. Well, she was recovering from a hangar but being surrounded by a masculine scent made her feel safe. Plus, she was attracted to him physically and liked seeing the real him behind closed doors. “I’ll introduce you to the crew before we load up and head to the shop.”
Trunks watched Makoto drive the truck down the green colored road further into the Emerald District, the tall trees thinning and opening into the city. At first the shops were small and quaint before getting larger as businesses and apartment buildings loomed overhead. Turning down an alleyway, Trunks felt the truck come to a stop behind what looked like the back of a greenhouse; how she nestled it so hidden was a mystery to him. Jumping out and grabbing multiple buckets, Trunks moved through a thick plastic that helped seal the doorway to keep the temperature just right. He was amazed at the assortment of plants ranging from small herb pots to neatly pruned rose bushes, one of each color.
Makoto directed him next to a bench where a large walk in fridge was and they carefully placed the buckets inside. “This is where arrangements are made when they’re ordered; I keep the flowers cold to slow their blooming.”
Leading him through a painted plastic, Trunks gazed at the cute shop. It smelled welcoming and fragrant while a young woman pulled out fresh displays to set around the store. There was an assortment of gifts, cards, and vases for customers to choose from.
“It looks great,” Trunks commented, shoving his large hands into jean pockets. His voice startled the young woman who immediately gazed at the two.
“Miss Kino, glad to see you back!” she said enthusiastically.
“Kohaku, I’d like you to meet my fiancé Trunks Briefs,” Makoto introduced. Kohaku couldn’t stop grinning ear to ear with excitement.
“Congratulations!” Kohaku said, giving her boss a hug. “Are you going to look through flower arrangements?”
“Not yet, I’m just getting Mr. Briefs acquainted with the business first,” Makoto stated. “I’ll be in tomorrow, call me if you or Naru need any help.”
“Yes ma’am.” Makoto led Trunks back through the green house and out the back to the truck.
“Since we’ll be done early, do you want to go on our first date?” Makoto asked, biting her lip. She couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss and how masculine he smelled. Since sharing the hotel room, she felt a jump in her libido and skin prickle every time they touched. A part of her wanted to give in to the desire but felt refreshed at the wait. Now sharing a room, she wasn’t sure how long she could wait knowing he was so close.
“I’d like that,” Trunks answered, feeling an internal smile at her taking the reins. He couldn’t wait for their date and wondered what each day would be like with their new arrangements.
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