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

To say she was worried was an understatement. It’d been three days and Trunks was still nowhere to be found. His phone went straight to voicemail, and she couldn’t get the sadistic look of the stranger out of her mind. There were so many questions she wanted answered but for now, Makoto sat at the palace in a meeting with the rest of the senshi. Luna stood at the helm of the oval table where video footage replayed in slow motion showing Trunks and the man exchanging blows.
“It was hard to get an accurate reading, their power levels just kept rising,” Luna began, nervously tucking a long black wave behind an ear. It was concerning to see Luna this frazzled over a potential enemy, this had to be bad. “I was able to trace the activity near Satan City where over five more joined in. From my readings, something is still going on.”
“Should we warn Satan City?” Ami inquired.
“No, I think they’ll be fine. I did some research and came up with this,” Luna started again, a news clipping about a group called the ‘Z-Fighters’ floated up. Makoto felt the pit of her stomach sink when she saw the familiar faces, all belonging to Trunks’ friends. “It seems they are powerful fighters, some not even from this world. At times, their powers can attract beings from other planets wanting to challenge them. It’s been happening for years.”
Luna continued flipping through the articles, showing fights, pictures, and glimpses of craters in a rocky terrain behind the city. Makoto couldn’t help but put her face in her hands, guilt swelling through her. What had she done? She’d brought a potential danger to the city and put them all at risk, especially the Queen! A tight squeeze made her look at Serenity who gave her a soothing smile.
“Mako, you didn’t know,” she said, trying to calm her friend. Even with this information, Serenity felt torn. Nothing happened to the city; Trunks acted fast and removed the danger before anything could happen. Everyone was able to move into place and protect the people. With the help of Trunks, they would soon be able to spring into action faster when they learned how to fly. Serenity knew she couldn’t ask her friend to risk her happiness on uncertainties. Luna had explained the risks before the meeting and they weighed heavily on her shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I’ll do anything to make this right,” Makoto tried, looking down at the engagement ring. If her Queen asked it, she would call it off immediately to protect her. Nothing and no one would stand in the way of her duties.
“There’s a lot we don’t know yet, let’s not jump to conclusions,” Serenity said, rubbing a hand over her friend’s tense shoulders. “Trunks helped us, he took the danger away.”
Before Makoto could comment, her phone started to buzz. It was Bulma.
“Thank goodness I could reach you,” Bulma blurted before Makoto could get a word out. “I wanted you to know everyone is safe, just a few minor injuries. Trunks should be on his way back tomorrow and would like to book a meeting with Queen Serenity.”
“Can everyone meet here tomorrow evening?” Makoto asked, pulling the receiver from her chin.
“Yes, we need to know what happened,” Haruka stated, his fist clenched on the table. At the following nods, Makoto moved back to the phone.
“We’re free tomorrow, I’m glad everyone is safe,” she offered. Bulma let out a sigh.
“I hope this doesn’t put a damper on the engagement, there are times when my son risks his life for this planet,” Bulma started again, babbling at her own nervousness. “You’re a fighter, I’m sure you understand responsibilities.”
“I do,” was all she could manage. “I have to go, I am in a meeting and will see him tomorrow.”
“Goodbye dear!” Makoto shoved the phone in her pocket and let out a sigh. It was noble that he and his friends risked their life to protect the planet. But did she want a part of that? How much was she willing to risk for a man with a great body, personality, and super powers? The city, her Queen, and a semi-stable life?
“We’ll get to the bottom of this tomorrow when we meet,” Serenity offered, trying to diffuse the tension in the room. “Go home and rest, it’s been a long week.”
Makoto couldn’t sleep and started tending to the field early using the headlights of the truck. By the time the sun rose, she was halfway. Her back ached from stooping but she was glad for the distraction. Sliding another bucket into the back of the truck, Makoto waved at her employees starting to come in and take over the last remaining sections. Taking a break, she sat on the tailgate drinking water as the soft rays of the sun were blocked by some incoming clouds. A warm summer rain was the best thing that could happen right now, washing her worries away. By the time her team was finished with the last buckets, she headed into the shop solo to unload the buckets. From today forward, they would all go to Motoki Furuhata.
Parking behind her shop, she saw another truck already waiting for the shipment. Her heart sped up, knowing it was him the moment he stepped out of the driver’s side. It was just them, alone in the alley behind her shop. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as the feelings of hurt and betrayal torn anew. He looked the same, if not a bit hardened from running his own business. His blond hair was still styled short, and probably just as soft. Jumping into the bed of the truck, Makoto grabbed two buckets and silently held them out, her jaw tight as if to restrain her tongue.
Motoki took the hint, sliding on some gloves and quietly grabbing the buckets.
“I’ll get you a receipt,” Makoto ground out, jumping down and opening the back door. Turning on the lights, she walked to the front and wrote a receipt for the number of buckets with a shaky hand. Ripping the pink copy off, she turned and nearly ran into him. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he looked around the quaint shop.
“This is exactly like you planned,” Motoki’s warm voice spoke. Makoto shivered, remembering that same voice telling her he loved her, how much he wanted to be with her, and then finally proposing. Now, the sound of it made her angry. When his dark green orbs landed on her, she felt her fist clench. They talked about the beautiful green-eyed children they’d have and wondered what color hair. A sandy brown, he had said mixing their hair types. “It’s your dream come true.”
“Take it,” Makoto ordered, holding up the receipt with a stiff arm. Motoki looked at her speechless, grabbing the paper.
“You did really well for yourself Mako,” he started again.
“Don’t call me that, you lost that right long ago!” She couldn’t hold back the anger boiling inside, a sound of booming thunder rolling overhead. Her emotions were feeding the storm, as big drops began to rain down. Motoki looked shocked, she’d never raised her voice to him and when the breakup happened took it with quiet grace.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and finally left. Makoto felt herself crumble when the back door shut. Securing the back door, she took a moment and let it out. The stress of worrying about Trunks these few days, the Rose Festival, meeting with Motoki, and now considering ending the engagement all weigh heavily on her shoulders. Wiping the hot tears away with the back of her hand, she felt better. Looking at the emerald on her hand, tonight she would come to a decision if it was safe to have him in the city. She couldn’t risk it, there was too much at stake knowing that her future husband would be sought out for a fight. If whatever it was came to the city and was hostile, it could level the city in the blink of an eye.
She’d watched him fight the stranger, knowing there was no possible way any of the senshi could compete. He was stronger, fast, and powerful; and that scared her. A shiver ran through her at the thought, he could break her in an instant. Was he prone to rage like his father where he blasted a hole into his own business? Pushing to her feet and wiping her cheeks dry, Makoto locked the back door and left. Driving back to her crops, she helped the team work in the rain pulling out the fertilizer bulbs and carefully loading them to the back.
“We’ve got this,” Hitachi, her team lead said. With a small smile, Makoto nodded and headed back to the house. It was a slow walk back, enjoying the warm rain pelting her skin and soaking her through. Taking the last few steps to the front yard, Makoto gazed up at the tail lights. Her heart leapt when she saw him step out and couldn’t stop her feet.
Trunks was surprised to see the soaked brunette running toward him, dressed from a morning of working with her roses. The green and red plaid shirt formed to her body in places he’d missed these past days. Grabbing her around the waist, Trunks kissed her deeply while his hands itched never to let go. The moment he felt the spike in power coming their way, he knew he couldn’t let whoever it was near her. There was too much at risk, and would lead them back to the team that always had his back in a fight.
“I missed you,” Trunks admitted, starting to lead her inside. Makoto wrung out her wet hair on the steps, and started to strip off the sticky clothes not wanting to get her beautiful wood floors wet.
“I missed you too,” she answered. Knowing what she might have to do weigh heavy on her heart. She liked him, a lot, and began to doubt breaking it off. He swept her off her feet and walked them straight to the master bath. Starting the large bath with steamy water, Trunks added some lavender salts that would help his muscles relax from the days of fighting. He tried not to stare at Makoto showering while he watched over the filling tub. Once it was full, they switched places while he tried to keep his hands off. There was a lot he wanted to talk about, especially what happened those last few days.
Joining her in the tub, Trunks couldn’t just sit there on the opposite side and finally pulled her into his arms. It felt good having her back pressed against his chest as he took in her scent, something he would remember whenever he smelled jasmine and roses.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Makoto started, wanting to fight her body that melted into him.
“I have so much to tell you,” Trunks offered, nuzzling her neck. “He’s not our enemy, just curious about this new world.”
“He blasted you from the sky,” she defended.
“It was a test, he wanted to see how strong I was since I’m a half-blood,” Trunks explained, rubbing his hands down her arms.
“Half-blood?”
“My father is from the Planet Vegeta in the next galaxy, a prince to the people of the saiyan race,” Trunks simplified. “Originally, he came to this planet to kill Goku and enslave the people of earth. Goku was able to change his mind when they teamed up against a common enemy named Freezia. Because my father coupled with Bulma, who is from earth, I’m a half-blood.”
“Wow, I didn’t know there were people from other planets living on earth,” Makoto admitted. Trunks chuckled.
“We blend in a bit, until we’re caught flying like my father but my mom has been able to play it off as him testing out some new boots,” Trunks said with a chuckle. “So, this guy turns out to be the creator of the saiyans, testing us remaining few to see how far we’ve progressed. He’s curious about this world, and mostly all of you.”
Makoto felt her blood run cold, he was interested in all of them? Why?
“What does he want with us?” her voice said worried. Trunks sensed her discomfort and gently squeezed her.
“To meet you, he wants to know more about you. If Queen Serenity approves, he would like to stay in Crystal Tokyo learning of your ways before leaving in October,” Trunks finished.
“Why October? That isn’t long to observe,” she blurted out.
“After we’re married, I’m leaving for a year to train with him while searching for a new planet he can settle on.” Makoto felt her body stiffen and pulled away, exiting the tub. She sighed, pulling her robe on roughly before turning to his surprised face gazing at her from the tub. “Mako?”
“I’m not going to wait for you,” she finally said. Trunks felt as if the air were knocked out of him at her honesty. He expected she would be okay with it, it wasn’t every day you met the creator of your species.
“This is a once in a lifetime experience,” he tried to reason.
“It is, which is why I wish you the best on your venture.” He frowned. She was giving up just like that? Did these last three weeks mean nothing?
“Mako, don’t you want time to think about it?” he tried, seeing she was already shutting down. She looked so poised and elegant, her back straight, shoulders back, and hands neatly folded together. He wasn’t going to let her get away without a fight, she drove him wild and was all he could think about.
“I have been thinking about,” Makoto revealed. “You’re strong, fast, powerful, and…potentially a danger. My duties to the Queen come first and you’re a red flag.”
Trunks felt the shock of her words, but it was all true. He did pose a potential threat to the city if an enemy came here first but he’d proved himself that he was capable of keeping them safe.
“Did I not prove myself capable of keeping you safe?” Trunks tried, moving from the tub and watching her eyes rake over him with lust.
“And if there were more? What would you have done then?” Makoto asked, crossing her arms over her chest in hopes of warding off his advances.
“My friends would sense it and be here in a minute. We met halfway the other day, away from all cities to keep people safe,” he explained, reaching her and trapping her against the counter with strong arms locked on each side. “What is really bothering you Mako?”
Makoto felt her heart race and wanted nothing more but to ravish his mouth. Everything reason she thought of why they couldn’t be together seemed to fly out the window. A powerful alley like this could help the city, and she was getting his friends as well. He was right, he’d proved himself capable of keeping them safe in a dangerous situation but…she was still worried. A year was a long time and so soon after they were married?
“Could you postpone the trip?” she asked, feeling his fingers untying her robe.
“Why should I if you’re not going to wait?” he countered, pressing a kiss against her throat. It was hard to admit the words, the fear coiling. The last time she’d offered them and herself, she’d been hurt so much. His fingers caressing her hip and mouth on her shoulder were distracting while she tried to rationalize.
“I need you,” she whispered, rubbing her hands lowly up his arms.
“Why do you need me?” his husky tone whispered by her ear. Her heart was beating so fast, she licked her lips in anticipation of a kiss. Sapphire orbs seemed to look right into her soul and finally decided to take the leap.
“I love you.” The words fell out before she could lock them away. Admitting it made her feel lighter, as if a burden was lifted. He was exactly what she needed, someone to protect her, to lean on, and to feel safe with.
Trunks felt his heart swell at the three words, the walls tumbling down. Cupping the back of her neck, he kissed her slow and sweet, wanting nothing more than to hear her say it again. Leaving her for a year was going to be hard but they could make it work. With all the technology they had, he would be in constant contact.
“Say it again,” he requested.
“I love you,” Makoto said with more confidence. He hugged her close, releasing her damp tendrils from the clip and taking a deep breath. It felt good to hear those words stroke his ego and mending heart.
“I love you too,” Trunks exposed and knew he wouldn’t let her go.
Trunks stood in front of the senshi and felt their analytical gazes while mulling over the information he just revealed. He explained who he really was, where his father and Goku were from, and how their creator Kael wished to meet with the group out of pure curiosity. The silence was deafening but he knew not to expect an answer immediately. Excusing himself, he waited outside to give them a sense of privacy although he would be able to hear the entire conversation.
“How do you feel Serenity?” Setsuna opened the conversation.
“I’m not sure. If he truly plans on observing and finding another planet to live, then we could help form his view of a peaceful society,” Serenity thought aloud. “For our protection and peace of mind, we could ask Trunks if a friend or two would be willing to standby.”
“If he created their species, what else do you think he can do?” Ami stated. The room fell silent again as the senshi continued to think.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Endymion interjected. “Will he create more of these saiyans and could they be a potential threat?”
“Can you see anything in the time lines?” Michiru asked Setsuna. The senshi of time shrugged and nibbled on her bottom lip.
“I’m not sure but I can go to the gates and see. Please, continue without me,” Setsuna suggested and left through a secret door. The room was uneasy while they tried to continue the conversation.
“Why not counter his meeting request with terms of our own?” Haruka offered. “I’d really like to see what this guy’s capable of.”
The rest of the senshi seemed to agree.
“Where would he stay?” Rei wondered. They couldn’t just have him loose on the city, and if he was here then supervision would be necessary.
“My house,” Makoto offered. “I have plenty of room, it’s on the outskirts of the city, and would keep him from the city. We could have an informal first meeting at my place to keep him away from the palace until we feel comfortable.”
“That’s a good idea,” Serenity admitted. “Are you sure you want to have him in your house?”
Makoto nodded. “Trunks will be nearby or one of his friends.”
“Now let’s get to the grunt work, the terms of coming to the city,” Haruka started again. Luna started a formal draft after taking notes of the terms and conditions for Kael to visit their city. With the document finished, they awaited the return of Setsuna to make sure she agreed before handing the document over. A white bookcase moved to the side as Setsuna entered with an unreadable expression.
“What does the timeline show?” Serenity asked.
“There are no disturbances,” Setsuna informed with a slight bow of her head before taking a seat. The paper was slid before her as her garnet eyes overlooked what her follow soldiers had put together. “I agree.”
Artemis opened the door, motioning Trunks back inside. He watched Serenity and Endymion sign the freshly printed paper before sealing it in an envelope.
“These are our terms, please let us know if he accepts,” Serenity said, passing the document over. “Do you have any friends that will be able to accompany Kael during his stay in Crystal Tokyo?”
“Yes, I have a few that can,” Trunks said.
“Good. Please let me know his answer at the soonest. The Rose Festival and ball are next week so I need to know if we need to make some accommodations for extra guests,” Serenity spoke. Trunks gave a bow of his head and held the paper near his chest.
“I will be right on it, your highness.”
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