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Chapter Five

Until Trunks was able to get an appointment with the palace, every evening they went out on a date that inevitably ended the same: making out on the plush couches in the living room or the car. Neither seemed to cross the ever thinning line, the tension building and ready to explode. Letting out an aggravated sigh, Makoto tossed her pen on the desk; her fingers wanted to bury in his lavender tresses and caress his muscular frame. She couldn’t concentrate viewing the ongoing bidding for her roses while memories of his hands and mouth made her skin tingle.
These were some of the best dates in her life and Makoto started to feel this was potentially a good match. She took him to Tokyo Tower, Rei’s family shrine, the palace gardens, the race track, and a martial art’s competition she lucked into finding. The nights were late, dinners full of conversation, and Makoto felt herself vulnerable to his manly charms. He cooked breakfast every morning, put his dirty clothes in the hamper, and could finish tending to her roses in a little over an hour; it was almost too good to be true.
A phone ringing made her jump and scrambled to pick it up.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Hi Mako, will you both be home this evening? I wanted to get Trunks’ measurements to start making the tuxedo for the Rose Festival,” Rei’s voice greeted.
“Yes, we’re free. Would you like to me to make dinner?” Makoto offered. It’d been a while since she entertained friends.
“That would be great, I’ll bring dessert,” Rei offered. “How’s the training?”
Makoto felt flustered all over again, having no success in concentrating. Each time she tried to focus her ki, she’d tingle knowing he was watching.
“I wish I could say well, but I just can’t focus,” Makoto admitted. Rei chuckled through the receiver as if knowing the reason. “How long did you wait to progress a relationship?”
She heard Rei sigh as if thinking. “It had to feel right, even if it was on the first date…you know, he’s not Motoki. I mean, Haruka and Endymion seem to approve just from one dinner.”
Makoto felt the sting of a fresh paper cut on her heart. It was a sore topic she tried to avoid but knew one day she would need to talk about it.
“No, I hope he’s not,” she admitted. “Thank you Rei, I needed to hear that. I’ll see you tonight.”
Makoto sat starring at her phone before getting up and moving into her room on a mission; under her dresser was a box she hadn’t opened in over four years. Taking it to the bed, the lid creaks open as she starts going through the old pictures. Motoki was her first serious love after high school, they planned on opening a flower shop together and were saving through college while studying agriculture. Not wanting to go to college in vein, Makoto took a double work load and summer semesters to minor as a pastry chef. Unknowingly, being so busy started to put a wedge in their relationship. They would argue, Motoki asking her to slow down and Makoto refused.
It didn’t come as a huge shock when Reika showed up on their doorstep six months later, pregnant and shocked that Makoto had answered the door. Usually she was gone studying or working. Finally sitting down together in the living room, she heard the truth. Motoki had been talking to Reika on the side, his feelings growing since she was there when he needed her. He decided to move out with Reika, the respectable thing to do and Makoto went on as if nothing happened. She returned the ring and tried to tell herself if he couldn’t support her dreams, then he wasn’t worth her time.
Inside, she was broken. Finally, when Serenity asked if she was okay at dinner, she finally broke down. It’d been hard, she just graduated and had enough money saved ready to buy some land to start small in the farmers market. That same year, Crystal Tokyo appeared, she was granted the land by Serenity and Endymion, and everything started getting better from there. Still, the feelings loomed like a dark cloud over any new relationship hoping to find someone faithful.
Gathering all the pictures and putting them back into the box, Makoto knew she had to move on from the heartbreak. Taking the box to the trash can, she finally let it all go and felt a piece of her come back when the garbage lid closed.
A day with King Endymion went better than Trunks anticipated. After the presentation and answering a few questions, the King agreed to sign a permit to allow the new technology into the city. For the first few months, Trunks would slowly begin to introduce what they offered and take suggestions from customers of what else they’d like to see. Then, if all went well, a museum-slash-production factory would be built. This would create jobs and fully expand them to Crystal Tokyo. Having called Bulma on the drive home, she agreed that it would be best for Trunks to run the Crystal Tokyo facility since his fiancée would not be able to relocate.
Grabbing the bottle of Prum Wehlener Sonnenuhr Riesling Eiswein from Mosel, Germany, this expensive bottle was just what he needed to celebrate. The smell of dinner tickled his nose as he walked through the foyer to greet Makoto in the kitchen. She looked stunning in a black laced cocktail dress that complimented every feminine curve.
“Did you receive good news?” Rei asked from her perch at the counter drinking a glass of red wine. Trunks hadn’t noticed her and immediately snapped his gaze from Makoto’s backside as she stirred a pan.
“Uh, yes. My permit was approved to set-up a store,” he announced and moved into the kitchen to grab the cork screw. “I brought something to celebrate.”
Rei moved from her seat to check out the bottle, her ebony brows lifted in surprise.
“Wow, this is to really celebrate,” she said, familiar with the name and price. “You could save it for after dinner when I’m gone.”
“What would be the fun in that?” asked Trunks, grabbing the green bottle and opening it.
“I’m sure you could think of something fun to do with Mako,” Rei hinted, her red lips pulling into a mischievous grin. Trunks loosened his tie a bit and gave a nervous smile.
“Congratulations,” Makoto beamed, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing her warm lips on a cheek. “I’ll grab some glasses.”
Trunks felt his nose flare at the soft jasmine scent. She smelled amazing, and looked drop dead gorgeous. Suspiciously, he felt there was more to this dinner than just having a friend over. Was she trying to seduce him? If so, it was working. His body and loins were wrought with tension, begging to be released.
“Mr. Briefs, would you mind if I took your measurements before dinner?” Rei queried, wrapping a measuring tape around her neck.
“Please, call me Trunks,” he offered, calming down his excited heart with a bit of focus. Following Rei into the living room, he stepped out of his shoes and let the raven-haired woman get to work.
“Listen,” Rei began in a low whisper, peeking her amethyst eyes over a shoulder to make sure Makoto was occupied. “After dinner, I’m going to make an excuse to leave. There’s a switch to my right to dim the lights so a romantic dessert will set the mood. If you’re not going to follow her signals, let me know now so I can stay longer to ease the disappointment.”
Trunks swallowed at her bold statement, feeling a bit uncomfortable discussing their possible first time with her friend.
“I can guarantee she won’t be disappointed,” he stated, receiving a giggle as she measured his neck.
“Good,” Rei said with a grin. She’d arrived before dinner seeing Makoto still contemplating what to wear. Searching through the tablet while Makoto finished curling her hair, Rei found the perfect dress that would move them to the next step. It made her proud to see her friend blushing and trying to up her game. Makoto admitted she finally threw away the box and how she was starting to feel for Trunks. Just hearing the dates made Rei feel a bit of jealousy and took mental notes on places to take her own boyfriend Yuuichirou. After years of him annoying her while being an apprentice to her grandfather, Yuuichirou finally got up the courage to ask Rei out on the date and she accepted. He still worked at the temple, becoming the head priest after her grandfather passed away last year.
“Dinner’s ready,” Makoto announced from the kitchen. Rei wrote down the last measurement and placed her items next to her purse in the foyer.
“This looks wonderful,” Trunks praised, pouring the wine as Makoto placed the neatly plated dishes on the table. He was glad for the white wine, it paired wonderfully with beef wellington. Taking their seats, Rei raised the Riesling.
“To a new future with Capsule Corps,” she said and clinked their glasses together. Taking a sip, she felt the smooth aged wine curl seductively in her belly. “So, when can I get one of those closets?”
Trunks chuckled, knowing sooner or later her friends would find it out.
“I’ll have some sent out in exchange for attending the grand opening,” he stated. Rei enthusiastically agreed.
“How did the bidding go?” she asked Makoto before taking another bite. Makoto nearly dropped her silverware in shock.
“Oh no, I forgot!” Rushing from the table, Makoto grabbed the pink phone in the bedroom to see an email waiting. Going back to the table, she opened the email and felt the color drain from her face. This couldn’t be true, it had to be a cruel joke. Sliding her phone to Rei, she watched her friend’s jaw set tight.
“Is something the matter?” Trunks consoled, touching her hand. Makoto gripped his fingers hard and let out a deep breath.
“My ex-fiancé just bought my entire stock,” she admitted out loud. Trunks could see the hurt and wanted nothing more than to take it away.
“I’ll be there,” he assured. “On any day that you are required to meet with him, I’ll be there.”
“Thank you,” she whispered and squeezed his hand. Dinner slowly came back to life as they explained the Rose Festival to Trunks and its importance. As the meal drew to a close, Rei made an excuse to get out of dessert and the last of the wine. Makoto packed a to-go plate for Yuuichirou and said goodbye to her friend. Retiring to the living room, Makoto found the lights dimmed and gas fireplace on while Trunks placed two refilled glasses on the glass coffee table by two dessert plates of tiramisu. His jacket and tie were gone, the top few buttons of his crisp blue shirt open and sleeves casually rolled up.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Trunks started, leading Makoto to sit beside him on the soft rug before the fireplace.
“Isn’t it taboo to talk about your ex?” Makoto deflected, picking up her glass of wine to busy her mouth.
“No, it helps to understand you better,” Trunks stated and decided to ease the tension. “My parents started arranging blind dates because I refused to date.”
“I thought you said you were too busy,” Makoto remembered, starting on the delectable tiramisu.
“That was an excuse, as you’ve witnessed I can get tasks completed fast,” he admitted. “I was dating my girlfriend long distance while away at college. I came home to surprise her after finishing finals early and found her in bed with someone else.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Makoto offered, touching his knee.
“I decided not to get close to anyone after that since I travel a lot for business,” he revealed. Placing an empty glass and plate on the table, Makoto knew it was her turn.
“We dated in college majoring in agriculture and wanting to open a flower shop together,” she started. “I decided to work on my minor as a pastry chef. He wanted me to cut back so we could have more time together and I refused. Six months later, a woman he’d been with on the side shows up pregnant. He moved out and I haven’t seen or spoken to him in four years.”
Trunks felt the anger pool, no wonder she was so upset at dinner. A betrayal like that ran deep and was so hard to forget. Still, in the back of his mind while they were getting to know each other, a voice in his head questioned if she would be faithful but her story made the voice disappear. She sat exposed and raw in the fire light, the pained memories crossing her face and wounds opening anew.
“I’m sorry Makoto, you deserve better,” he said, covering her hand. She gave him a warm smile that reached her eyes, making her glow.
“I do and I think I’ve found it,” she said, leaning in a bit closer. Trunks felt his heart speed up, heeding the words of Rei. Was he ready for this, truly ready? Or was it just lust? Meeting her half way, Trunks felt her fingers tickle the growing stubble as she kissed him gently as if he would break. It was too soon to say if he felt the l-word but he admired her strength, beauty, and loyalty. He liked her and felt their relationship could go further if he let down the walls he’d built. And here she was, wanting him and showed him the nakedness of her soul. No, he wasn’t going to let her slip away. Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, he devoured her mouth hungrily.
Makoto couldn’t hold back, she was ready for this and to release the sexual tension. Straddling his lap, her hands roamed and finally slid over bare skin. She loved to feel every solid ridge while a few muscles twitched underneath. Pushing the shirt off broad shoulders, she pulled back to gaze at the taut skin holding quite a few battle scars. He was beautiful, even though at first she thought he was too muscular for her taste. Looking into his bright eyes, she pulled her hair up to silently give him permission. They stared as he slowly pulled the zipper down, the teeth parting as the zipper purred open. Slightly she shivered at the warm air hitting her bare back and let her curls drop.
Trunks licked his lips in anticipation, feeling his loins coiled tightly and ready to burst to take the awaiting female. Tonight was the night, there was no more holding back. He watched her slowly pull her arms from the laced sleeves and let the ebony fabric pool around her waist. Trunks was surprised how relaxed she seemed, letting him drink in the view of her large breasts and taut stomach with the faint outline of her abs.
“You’re gorgeous,” his velvety voice said. Makoto leaned in and kissed him again, slow and sensual. Rolling her hips forward, she could feel his erection just waiting to be released. His warm palms gripped her thighs, starting to push the thin fabric over her hips and touched the bare flesh of her rump. He pulled back surprised and eyes ablaze with need. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t either, I’m on the pill,” she offered, pulling the bunched black fabric overhead and tossing it next to the coffee table. Naked, she sat on his lap like a temptress. Trunks wanted nothing more than to bury his hard cock deep within but was uncertain. At the wavering, Makoto moved to get up but felt his hands suddenly on her hips.
“I’m fine if you are,” he stated, leaving it in her court. Internally she wanted to celebrate but settled for starting to unbuckle his leather belt. Trunks chuckled and shifted his hips up to pull the last barriers away. He could feel the warmth radiating from her apex and licked his lips in anticipation. Leaning forward, he kissed her reddened mouth softly while callused hands took in the supple flesh. Makoto felt her skin prickle and hum at the attention but wanted more now. Running a hand down his chest, she met his erection stiff against his abdomen. It’d been a while since she’d had a bed partner but could tell from touching the soft, rigid skin that he might be the biggest she’d ever have.
Pushing him to lean on his hands, she shifted to her knees and positioned him against her wet entrance. Lowering onto the tip, her body shivered with the want to have him inside. Gazing up, his blues smoldered and jaw tightened as he watched her begin to slide down his shaft. It felt like slow motion, taking an inch at a time and feeling her hot sleeve surround him. Just as she settled, fully taking him, Trunks throbbed feeling the tip pressing hard against the barrier of her cervix.
“You feel so good,” her husky voice said and rolled her hips forward. Trunks groaned again, his palms itching to grab her hips and fuck her silly. Instead, he pulled a throw pillow under his head to watch the show. Again she rolled her hips and let out a pleased moan; placing her hands above his shoulders, Makoto began to lift her hips sliding his cock in and out at a slow pace. Touching the dangling breasts, Trunks kissed the silky flesh and took one of the peach pebbles into his mouth. Rolling his tongue around the peak, he gently sucked before giving it a small nip. Her hips shuddered in response, making him smile when he paid the other breast the same attention. When she sputtered again, he jerked his hips up and heard her gasp. Gripping her hips, Trunks gave a hard thrust and was pleased to receive a moan.
“How do you want it Mako?” his velvet tone queried. Moistening her lips, she gazed down with want.
“Hard and rough,” she stated, partially wondering if he could do it. Within the blink of an eye, she felt her back against the rug as he stared down and then thrust hard. Makoto couldn’t keep the moans from bubbling up with each hard thrust smacking against her hips.
Trunks grabbed a calf and positioned it over his shoulder, watching her head arch back at the new position. He hadn’t expected the request but was glad for it, the tension coiled so tightly he knew he wouldn’t have made it trying to slowly explore. Looking at her bare and exposed apex, he shifted to reach down and touch the sensitive jewel. At the first circle, she sucked air in through her teeth and began moaning rapidly. She was so wet and tightening with each motion, making his loins clench and pace speed up. He was getting close, her hips rolling to meet each thrust making him groan in ecstasy. At the next thrust, he watched in amazement as her back arched and body stiffened to welcome the pleasure. Usually he would stop but he wanted her to ride it out and continued to touch the swollen clit.
Whimpering a long moan, Makoto felt the tension released like a snapped string. It was beginning to coil rapidly at his touch, bringing her fast to the edge. Gripping his forearms, she shifted her other leg over his shoulder and bit her bottom lip. This position felt so good, she loved how deep he went with hard, purposeful thrusts. Bouncing her hips, he faltered a prod but found a renewed energy, slamming into her rump hard enough that she could feel the bruises forming. Grabbing his mouth, she could feel his need for release and continued to bounce. Her hips jerked and heels dug into his back as the orgasm ripped through her. She couldn’t stop moaning, broken and sensitive to every movement.
Trunks joined her with a loud grunt of his own, the pushes lacked power, slowing as he finished spilling his seed into her. Sliding her legs from his shoulders, Makoto felt like jelly on the carpet breathing heavily and completely satisfied. Tenderly, he pressed kisses against her mouth and ran large fingers through her messy curls. Just kissing made his member pulse to life, filling her once more.
“I hope you’re ready for more, I’m just getting started,” he whispered, pushing back in. Makoto giggled and caught her breathe, this was going to be a long night.
Sitting on the grass in her backyard, Makoto felt her ability to concentrate back with an astute sharpness. She could feel the ki energy running through her, an untapped power source she’d had all along. At first, she practiced feeling it move through her, focusing it to one palm then the other. It tickled at first, pulsing where she focused it to go. In just a few days, she was able to speed up her commands, focusing it to a section of her body almost instantly. By the fifth day, Trunks was ready to teach her to fly. Standing barefoot, she watched him carefully.
“Now that you feel the energy, focus on the soles and push,” he stated, demonstrating by levitating himself. The power was there, waiting to be used as it pooled down to her feet. Getting it there was the easy part, but using it was proving to be difficult. It took a lot of focus, the air starting to whip around her feet. Then, she felt it: her feet leave the grass. Losing her concentration at the excitement, Makoto dropped back down. She couldn’t believe it, she could levitate! “Now, it’s just practice. Soon you won’t have to focus so hard, it will come naturally.”
“How long did it take you?” she asked, pulling on her running shoes.
“A few days, my father made sure I was training as soon as I could walk,” he said, chuckling at a memory. “When my mom would try to punish me, I would just fly up to the ceiling where she couldn’t get me.”
Makoto couldn’t help but giggle, imagining poor Bulma yelling at Trunks to come back down but he just floated away.
“Sounds like you were trouble,” she said with a grin. Trunks chuckled and pulled her against him.
“I still am,” he replied, giving her a soft kiss. Makoto blushed all over again. She still couldn’t believe his stamina, every night making love like newlyweds. Still, he would get up early to tend to the roses while Makoto made breakfast and would head down to check her crop while her employees went to deliver that day’s yield. It was perfect, giving her a much needed break even in the height of the season. In just a week, she would be meeting with Motoki to hand over buckets of roses. “You’re distracted.”
Makoto snapped out of her thoughts and offered a small smile. “Actually, I have something to show you.”
Grabbing his hand, Makoto led him into the woods where her secret project was nestled safe and hidden. The ebony leaves with emerald tips glistened in the sun, a beautiful bounty of roses ready for the picking.
“I’m trying something new for the Rose Festival. What do you think?” she tested, watching his head suddenly snap up towards the sky.
“Run, something’s coming,” he ordered and flew into the sky. Makoto watched in horror as a bright yellow ball blasted into Trunks, sending him flying out of view. She ran like the wind, hitting the crescent moon on her communicator she still carried around. Serenity’s face suddenly popped up, a crease marred her silvery brow.
“Get everyone to their towers, something just blasted Trunks in the air,” she stated.
“Luna just reported activity in your district, I’ll update you as soon as we know,” Serenity answered. Reaching the crystal emerald-colored tower, Makoto transformed and entered. The glass elevator took her to the top. She could see the whole city and heard the alarms blaring to warn citizens to safety inside their homes or places of businesses. Taking a seat on a cushioned crystal throne, Makoto caught her breath and did what she thought would never happen again.
“I call upon the power of Jupiter, lend me your power to protect the Queen,” she demanded. As familiar as a friend, the power coursed through her body and concentrated right to the tip of the tower. A bright green light shot straight to the crystal palace until yellow, blue, and red joined. The palace shot a bright, white light from the center as a clear force field domed over the city, glittering a rainbow color as it pulsed. Gazing to where Trunks may be outside of the dome, Makoto watched a white haired man float near her tower and pull his hand back as if shocked when he touched the barrier.
Looking at her, he just smirked and floated close by. Out of all the enemies they’d encountered, Makoto had never seen one so muscular or throw a powerful energy ball. What was he? Where did he come from? She gazed into the cold blue eyes, they were void of emotion and taunting. His hand motioned for Makoto to come to him but instead, she crossed her legs and focused on the steady stream of power going to the palace. A screen popped up as Luna gazed at Makoto with worried eyes.
“Are you alright?” Luna’s worried voice asked.
“I’m fine, he’s outside the barrier taunting,” Makoto offered, moving her gaze to look for Trunks. She saw him yelling at the stranger, trying to lead him away but the white-haired man wouldn’t budge as he continued to stare. Then, his hand produced a bright light and aimed it straight at Makoto. She felt the dread pooling in her gut when the bright light hit the dome outside of her tower. Her tower shook but the protective barrier never wavered, absorbing the force as if it were nothing.
“I’ve never seen power readings like these before,” Luna stated, typing quickly as the faces of all her friends appeared on the screen. Michiru, Setsuna, and Haruka were at the palace with Serenity, lending their powers and on the guard as the last protection to the Queen.
“Trunks is trying to lead him away,” Makoto commentated. “They’re fighting, it’s hard to see…they’re moving so fast! He’s starting to lead him away!”
Makoto watched them going, right in the direction of what she believed to be Satan City.
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