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

Vegeta felt his brows tightened in a permanent scowl and the disappointment roll through him. His hard work, research, and finding the perfect mate for his son didn’t seem to be enough encouragement to seal the deal. Two weeks after his visit to Crystal Tokyo, the agreement was called off and Trunks had moved back to Satan City. One of the expanding managers took his place in Crystal Tokyo to continue their expansion into the city and yet, Vegeta didn’t feel satisfied. He angrily trained with Trunks beating him into defeat and showed their saiyan creator just how powerful a full saiyan was. This win gave Vegeta the upper hand and a spot on the ship that would help Kael leave Earth.
Bulma did not take the news lightly and refused to speak with her son until he gave her the real reason for calling off the engagement. She could tell her son was hurt and wanted to know who was at fault. They’d looked so happy, Vegeta said they were and the pictures from the ball showed their bliss. Just the body language in the pictures told her how close they’d become in such little time. And yet, here he was back home and colder than ever as September approached. Bulma knew this was the final straw for her son and wouldn’t try arranging dates in the foreseeable future. Seeing her son hurt almost made her want to get on a plane and pay Ms. Kino a surprise visit.
Clearing her schedule, Bulma arranged for a visit to Crystal Tokyo.
Kohaku peeked into the office to see her boss asleep on the teal loveseat again. It broke her heart to see how depressed the florist owner had become and she was worried. Finally, working up enough courage and she called one of Makoto’s friends to come and check on her. Ami patted Kohaku on the shoulder and offered a kind smile.
“Have you noticed any changes?” Ami asked. Kohaku wrung her hands nervously.
“She asked me not to bring egg salad or tuna in, the smells were making her sick,” Kohaku admitted. Ami stopped her brows from lifting in surprise and kept her demeanor calm and unreadable. She didn’t want to cause concern and just offered a warm smile that felt natural after years of working in the medical field.
“Thank you for calling me, I’ll take care of her,” Ami said and moved into the little office closing the door. Makoto’s office was quaint and a little disordered than usual. The coffee table in front of the loveseat was littered with legal documents and tabloids from Satan City showing pictures of Trunks. She felt bad for her friend and had thought long and hard on this problem to come up with a probable solution. Drawing the ivory blinds, she moved over to the loveseat and pulled the newspaper from Makoto’s lap. The movement awoke the brunette as groggy emeralds took a moment to focus. Wiping her tired eyes, Makoto took a moment before looking at her blue-haired friend.
“Hey Ami,” she offered a greeting.
“Hey Mako, how are you feeling?” Ami asked. She took a seat on the wood table and set down her medical bag watching Makoto eye the ebony leather bag before giving a weighted sigh.
“I love him, it’s going to take some time,” Makoto admitted in a low voice. Ami felt her heartache and gently took her hands.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know you’re hurting…what can I do for you?”
“I don’t know,” Makoto said feeling defeated. “I’m tired but have a hard time sleeping, I’m hungry but almost everything tastes off, and I almost can’t stand the smell of my own shop. I’ve been hiding out in the office doing paperwork for a couple of weeks.”
Ami’s brow creased in a frown as her logical side began to connect the tally with possible prognoses. Now it was the process of elimination through tests with the obvious first.
“When was your last cycle?” She gently felt around Makoto’s throat for swollen lymph nodes.
“I don’t know…a few months ago? May?” Makoto offered. “I normally skip a few months especially this time of year from stress.”
“I assume you were sexually active but did you use protection?” Makoto flushed.
“No, I was taking birth control.” Ami wanted to shake her head but knew now was not the time to lecture her friend the statics of birth control working one-hundred percent effectively especially with the possible prognosis leaning towards pregnancy.
“What type? When did you stop?”
“The pill and when…he left.” Ami took her blood pressure and listened to her heart. The rest of the senshi were hoping this would be a clean break and part of her was glad to see Serenity upset with their friends for taking matters into their own hands. No one wanted to see their friend hurt but the rest of the group was eventually swayed into thinking this was for the best. But something didn’t sit right with Ami. Kael was back in Satan City and looked like he had no interested in Crystal Tokyo minus simple curiosity. The self-proclaimed god barely spoke with them and spent the majority of his time touring the city with his two companions. He was a mistaken threat but the damage was already done.
“I’d like you to follow the directions and bring it back,” Ami said, handing her friend a discreet tiny box from her bag. Makoto knew what it was and headed to the restroom. She didn’t look at it while waiting for the results and mentally started thinking. Was she? A few of her dresses were tightening in the waist but it didn’t feel like she’d gained weight. Taking the applicator into the office, Makoto took a seat and saw Ami set her watch. “Have you thought about it?”
“No,” admitted Makoto. “I didn’t think it was possible since I was on birth control.”
“What do you think you’ll do if it’s positive?” asked Ami more out of concern. Makoto let out a sigh and shrugged.
“I’ll probably cry,” Makoto confessed. “Everyone has made it quite clear he’s not welcomed here.”
Ami had been thinking about her friend’s plight a lot and even consulted the queen and Setsuna with an idea. They were in the age of peace and from their glimpses into the future, there were no foreseeable enemies coming for the silver crystal. “Have you consider moving to Satan City?”
Makoto tearfully looked up at her friend with wide eyes and then gave her a sad smile. “My duties are here.”
Ami took her hands and squeezed it hopefully. “Mako, think about it. We are at peace, why couldn’t you move to Satan City?”
Makoto rolled the thought in her mind but was still unsure. Would Trunks even consider trying again if she did move to Satan City? Two months had already passed without contact. Would he even be interested? And what would she do with her business? She’d worked so hard at opening a flower shop, put her sweat, blood, and tears into expanding her fields into producing the current yields now with a plan to expand as demand grew.
“I can fly now,” Makoto began to rationalize. “As I continue to practice, it will cut travel time in half if there were a new threat.”
“Exactly,” Ami agreed cheerily. Her watch beeped and she looked down at the applicator before giving Makoto a warm smile. “Congratulations Makoto. I’d like to take some blood and do an ultrasound to see how you’re measuring. Could you pull up your blouse and lie back?”
Makoto complied nervously swinging her legs over the arm of the loveseat. Ami collected a blood sample before pulling out a handheld device that floated into the air and scanned over her lower abdomen. Ami made a few notes on her personal mini-computer while requesting her machine to print out the images of the two growing sacs. She could see the hearts beating strongly and gently touched Makoto’s abdomen to feel the beginning firmness starting.
“You’re measuring about ten weeks with twins. They are looking well and beginning to take form,” Ami announced. She took the printed pictures and handed them to Makoto while putting her supplies away. “I’ll write you a prescription—”
A soft knock on the door interrupted them before Kohaku slowly poked her head in. Makoto had readjusted herself and folded up the small black and white pictures to fit in her cardigan pocket.
“I’m sorry to disturb you but there is a guest out front asking for you.”
“Thank you, and thanks for visiting Ami. I’ll keep in touch.” Ami smiled and hugged Makoto warmly before giving her the prescription.
“I’m here for you whatever you decide,” Ami hinted. Makoto nodded and walked with her to the front where she was surprised to see Bulma Briefs looking over a centerpiece display. Bulma turned to the tall brunette and pushed up a red-lipped smile.
“Nice to see you, dear, I hope I’m not interrupting,” Bulma said as she watched the two women wave to each other.
“It’s a pleasant surprise, how are you?” asked Makoto feeling something pulling her back from the depths.
“I am well but there is a certain someone I was hoping I could speak to you about,” Bulma began. “Are you free?”
Makoto knew her office wasn’t the right place especially since it was litter with her tabloids that gave her inaccurate updates on Trunks but at least she was able to see a picture. Thinking on her toes, she nervous put her hands in her cardigan pockets and thumbed her pictures. “I know a nice tea café a few blocks down.”
“That would be lovely.” Makoto left the store in Kohaku’s hands with a promise of bringing her a beverage and sweet treat from the café. Walking the few blocks to the quaint café, they ordered their drinks and settled in to a cozy corner with a window view. Makoto had this café on the list of places she wanted to meet up with Trunks during an afternoon free if he was tending to the business that day. They baked their own bread used for sandwiches, pastries, and served an array of teas and coffees. Mainly, she liked the calm and quiet atmosphere that allowed her to enjoy a warm cup of tea while watching all types of weather outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“It’s nice to see you Mrs. Briefs,” Makoto started and watched the older woman click her tongue.
“Bulma, please dear, we’re not strangers. I don’t understand what went wrong. Trunks won’t talk about you or his time here,” Bulma stated and stirred her coffee. “You two looked so happy in those pictures I received of the ball.”
Makoto felt her heartache all over again and wasn’t sure where to put a boundary with Bulma. She grew up without parents so it felt nice to have the attention, concern, and feel cared for. “I’d like to respect Trunks by not talking about the details either. I would like you to know that I do not regret our time together and care for him very much. It feels like a sign from kami that you’re even here.”
“Oh, so you love him?” Bulma asked, perking up at the question with a broad smile.
“Yes, I love him,” Makoto admitted and took a sip of her tea. “I’d like to make things right and try to win him back. Could you help me?”
“Oh honey, you could not have asked a better person. Yes!” Bulma answered excitedly.
Trunks knew he needed to focus on being faster and stronger if he wanted to leave on that ship in a few weeks. Kael made it clear he would only accept the help of the two strongest saiyans and Trunks had yet to beat Goku or Vegeta. It was a steep competition since the strongest fighters were both full saiyan and had years of extra experience. Feeling his phone vibrate, he looked at the caller ID before letting it automatically go to voicemail. It was odd to see her name and number pop-up after he was just starting to feel a little at ease with the arrangements. The thought of her brought a fresh wave of adrenaline he used to train with.
Punching at the training device, Trunks felt himself go too far and break it. Rage coursed through him as he continued to destroy the devices placed on their highest settings to assist in training. These robots attacked while Trunks fought for his life against their jabbing mechanical fists and welcomed the punches that ebbed his bruised ego and heart. The next one crumpled to the floor destroyed, he had four more opponents left that switched their tactics. They darted around him staying out of reach of his fists until he grew irritated and started blasting at them with energy balls. The next one crumbled and last three modified their tactics. He couldn’t get away with the energy balls again and found the robots smarter than before. Two of them managed to pin his arms behind his back while the other struck blow after blow.
A part of him wanted to laugh knowing these strikes would heal quickly and were just a temporary relief from the pain. The pain of agreeing to walk away from one hell of a woman and agreeing to keep his distance from Crystal Tokyo. He understood the concerns of the senshi, Haruka had explained it rather bluntly. They liked him, thought he was a great fit for her but he brought too much unknown potential risk to their peaceful way of living. At first, he didn’t believe it until he saw the look in her eyes that night and knew she agreed too. Her agreement cut the deepest.
With a renewed strength, Trunks broke free from the two robots. Flying, he avoided them to catch his breath before suddenly showering them with multiple energy balls they couldn’t miss. Two were destroyed as the last continued to tail him, dodging the energy balls. Coming up even with the last robot, Trunks fought with all his might seeing how quickly this last one adjusted and countered to his attacks on the highest setting. It blocked his kicks and punches with the same inhuman super speed and jumped out of the way. Gritting his teeth, Trunks pushed himself almost to the point of transforming to finally beat this last robot.
Panting, he walked over to what was left of a sitting bench and grabbed a water bottle pouring the contents over his head and face. He could feel the damage and knew he was going to need to use the medical chamber before he could return to work. Taking a few gulps, he reached into his pocket to find his phone shattered from one of the robots and cursed. He could get a new phone later but a part of him wondered if she left a message and what it said. After taking a shower, he relaxed in the medical chamber to heal his wounds before leaving Capsule Corps to buy a new phone. It took a while waiting for a new phone to charge, importing his contacts, and salvaging his old sim card. A part of him didn’t want to go back to work since he was sure his mother would yell at him for destroying the training room.
There were multiple missed calls and voicemails on his phone that Trunks finally decided to listen to. The first was from her.
“Hello, Trunks…” The way she said his name made his loins clutch. “I am in Satan City and would like to meet if you are available.”
He couldn’t believe it and felt like a fool for getting so excited. What could she possibly want? The next few messages were from work or his mother asking him when he’d be back in the office. Deleting the rest, he saved her message and contemplated calling her back. No, it would make him look desperate. He would have his secretary schedule a meeting since he was a powerful businessman after all. Arriving at work, Trunks couldn’t find a way to be productive at work while he thought about her. Her smile, her love for her roses, the way her fingers fit between his, and her mouth. He needed a second round of training and an ice-cold shower.
Waiting for a return phone call had Makoto on edge. She’d left the message a week ago but still had yet to hear a response. He wasn’t on a business trip, confirmed by Bulma who was cheering her on to win her son back, and Makoto wanted to tell him the news. Instead, she tried to busy herself with some shopping and looking for an apartment in the area. According to her financial analyst, she had enough income from her business that she could live comfortably if she chose not to work. There was an extra option to rent out her home for an extra monthly income. It wasn’t long until her picture was making it into the paper and she felt frustrated at the extra sets of eyes following her movements. Did she need to hire a publicist? The headlines were already questioning her reasons for being here, publishing opinion pieces on the missing engagement ring, analyzing her store choices, and a few photographers waited outside her hotel.
Looking at the most recent tabloids, Makoto saw a picture of Trunks displayed on the front. If it was possible, he looked even buffer than before with his face thinning out a bit and hair pulled back into a messy bun. Could he get any more handsome? Touching her barely budding bump, Makoto let out a sigh. Would he keep avoiding her? There was only so much time left before loose clothing wouldn’t hide a protruding stomach. Jumping at her phone ringing, Makoto quickly picked it up.
“Hi Bulma,” Makoto said. “Ok, I’ll meet you there.”
Makoto hung up and let out a nervous sigh. It was go-time. Bulma was going to help her finally meet with Trunks. He couldn’t keep avoiding her like the plague, it was time to up her tactics. Dressed to impress but trying to look casual, Makoto carefully put the ultrasound pictures in her purse and met the private car out front. She was thankful to have a smooth ride to the restaurant remembering the last time she took a taxi to shop and ended up heaving in a nearby bathroom from all the bobbling. It felt like déjà vu standing in front of Une Fleur where they had first met. Entering, she was led back to the private area the Briefs usually reserved and she was surprised to see Trunks already there.
She almost didn’t want to enter as a chill moved up her spine at his broad back turned to her as he gazed out at the beautiful private garden. It was too late, the maître d’ already made a sound and offered her a drink. Remembering to breathe, she quickly averted her gaze before she could see him turn and gave the maître d’ a smile.
“No thank you,” she said and felt her skin prickle under his scrutiny. Finding the courage, Makoto looked up to his painful, cold gaze and clenched jaw. While she didn’t expect him to look pleased, she also didn’t expect him to look so displeased. “Hello, Trunks.”
“Hello Makoto,” Trunks replied. He was tense, angry for the set-up, and she looked so beautiful in her casual floral sundress and sandals. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you,” she confessed and had to stop herself from nervously chewing her bottom lip. Was this a mistake? “How are you?”
“Mako-to, did my mother put you up to this?” Trunks asked.
“No, I put her up to it,” she said and watched his brows lift. “I want to win you back.”
“Why? You and your friends were direct on what obligations you have. I don’t fit into that equation,” he bit back, the hurt tearing anew. Makoto felt the sting of his words, mostly the truth. They’d talked about it for days following the ball trying to rationalize why or how to make it through this barrier. If he needed to stay away for the queen’s safety, which he was more than willing to do, then they could still meet up in a neighboring city between their schedules. Makoto eventually turned it down. What would come of meeting up once a week? Once a month during busy seasons? It wasn’t the same as living together as husband and wife, raising a family, or being able to be a family. In the end, it would eventually take its toll and one of them would call off the arrangements. She wanted to rip it off quickly like a band-aid.
“You’re right, Crystal Tokyo isn’t the right place for you,” she began but he was starting to walk. Reaching out, she grabbed his forearm and took the icy glare that made her skin crawl. Bulma had warned that her son wasn’t the same and desperately missed her but this didn’t look like a man that missed her. It looked like a man that was heartbroken and hated her. “I’m moving to Satan City.”
Trunks couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She would give everything up for him? The florist, the roses, her shop…just to be with him? He saw how much it all meant to her, to be with the friends that had become her family to replace hers that had passed. How could he let her give it all up for him? “I can’t let you do that.”
Makoto let go. Maybe she didn’t know him as well as she thought. Letting out a sigh, her shoulders sagged and she reached into her purse. Handing him the folded pictures, she gave him a sad smile. “I’m sorry I hurt you Trunks and understand if you don’t want a relationship. I am moving to Satan City and will start looking at houses next week.”
Trunks watched her go and looked down at the folded paper in his hand with a frown. He felt guilty for being so cold after how much she was willing to give up to be with him. Was there more to it? Opening the paper, it took him a moment to figure out what he was looking at. Oh kami, he was going to be a father.
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