Disclaimer: Heyo chicos!! I don't own DBZ or any of the characters. However, I do own Hestia Starlae and any other original characters. Sutea Takata and the Hope Stone are owned by trunksgrl06. Also, this is a joint fic. The ideas are both trunksgrl06's and mine.
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Title: You Expect Me To Wear THAT?!!, part II of A Saiya-jin Odessey
Author: trunksgf513 (with the help of trunksgrl06 ^-^)
Hestia sighed and changed into a dress. Obviously this was important, for Trunks insisted that she not wear her normal jeans and tank top. Looking over at her mate, she saw him pulling on his armor and turning towards his cape. Shaking her head gently she finished dressing. He was acting so distant towards her, but why? Hearing a rip she looked down and growled, seeing that a seam of her dress had torn.
"Holy friggin Dende, I hate dresses." Hestia grumbled, throwing the garment aside and searching for another one. Almost instantly she found a red dress with gold decorations on it in front of her face. A pair of elbow-length gloves and red heels accompanied it.
"I'd like to see you wear this." a deep voice whispered in her ear. A shiver rolled down her spine and she smiled faintly as her hand reached up to take the dress.
"You know I hate wearing these things. They're so much trouble and they make me feel too girly." Hestia stated, slowly taking the dress off the hook. Snapping sounds were heard behind her and she turned around, watching the king adjust the clips that attached his cape to his armor.
"Yes, I know. But you can't go to the meeting like that." Trunks pointed out, raking her with his eyes. She looked down and saw she wore only a bra and a pair of underpants. A small blush tinted her cheeks. "Besides, it's tradition that a girl wear a dress to such important events. In fact, it's expected."
"Oh shut up, you sound like my mom." Hestia said playfully.
The noises behind her suddenly stopped and she slipped into her dress. She held the back closed and turned around to face Trunks, who was staring at her sadly. A smile spread across her face and she chuckled softly.
"Hey, I don't get as upset about that anymore, it's okay." Hestia assured. "Now help me tie the back."
Trunks stepped forward and took two satiny-looking ribbons in his hands and tugged gently, adjusting the dress in the back so it fit his mate's body. Slowly he began to tighten and tie it, eyes occasionally flitting to her face. A small smile still lingered on her lips.
"You still miss them though, right?" Trunks asked softly. She turned her head towards him, temporarily causing him to forget about his task. His eyes were greeted by a curious look and a solemn pair of blue eyes.
"Of course I do. I loved them, just as you loved your parents." Hestia said softly. Trunks exhaled heavily and looked down, returning his attention to the dress.
"I wouldn't say that I loved my parents." he said after a while. "I barely even knew them." With one last tug he tied her dress. Slowly she turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. Ever so gently his hands fell on her hips.
"I know you loved your father and your mother. You saw what your mother went through. You know for a fact that she loved you. And even though your father wasn't the greatest guy, you know he loved you. He was too proud to admit it, but you knew it." Hestia whispered. Trunks sighed and rested his forehead on hers, looking into her eyes.
"You know, I've had doubts about that." he informed quietly. "Sometimes he was halfway decent to me, and other times he was just an asshole. I never quite knew what he was really thinking." Hestia drew her face away and reached up, brushing some of his hair from his eyes.
"He was an unpredictable and unreliable guy, but he was your father." Hestia said gently. "I may not have liked him much, hell, I still don't, but look how he affected you." The hand that had brushed away some of his hair was now sliding its fingers slowly down the king's cheek. "You are who you are today because of him." Trunks snorted and looked away.
"Right...he hardly spent any time with me." he growled. "And he always insulted me and screamed at me for not doing things the way he wanted me to do them!"
"It was his way of loving you." she consoled, hugging him tightly.
He hugged her back, snuggling his face into her neck. For some reason, she was the only one he could say these sort of things to... His thoughts returned to her when she pulled away and smiled at him coyly.
"Let's just hope you don't have the same style of parenting as him." she joked, winking. A smirk crept across his face slowly.
"Maybe if I bring them up the way he brought me up, they'll turn out like me." Trunks declared. "You said yourself he made me what I am today." Hestia rolled her eyes and turned towards the mirror, looking at her figure in the dress.
"The last thing I want is a mate like Vegeta." she said seriously. In the mirror she watched as Trunks walked up and hugged her from behind, kissing her neck once before looking at her in the mirror.
"Oh yeah, I forgot something." he said, leaving her for a few moments to rummage through his dresser.
She watched him curiously as he pulled out a bag and walked towards her, reaching into the bag on his way over. By the time he reached her he held a dark black velvet box in his hand. Without a word he held it out to her, watching in amusement as her eyes grew wide. Slowly his other hand reached up and opened it, revealing a bright silver chain.
"It's for your cross. The chain's been broken and it's not as shiny as it used to be." Trunks said as he handed the box to Hestia. "It doesn't suit you anymore."
"T-Trunks, I can't take this..." Hestia whispered softly, looking up at Trunks. "You know I'm not that much of a flashy jewelry girl. I'm satisfied with the chain I have now." Trunks only smirked.
"It doesn't suit you anymore." he said, reaching behind her neck and unhooking the old chain.
He quickly took it away and slid the cross off it, holding the small object in his hand. Taking the new chain out of its pillow he slid the cross on it, centering the object before slipping it on her neck again. She remained silent throughout the whole ordeal, a little shocked. Once it was hooked he stepped back, looking at her.
"It suits you." Hestia turned around and looked in the mirror at the long, flowing dress accented with the new, shining chain.
Turning towards Trunks, she tried to come up with words to express how she felt, but only managed to look like a fish out of water. He chuckled, pushing some of her hair behind her shoulder before leaning in to kiss her. She accepted him, releasing a soft moan as he massaged the nape of her neck. A jiggle of the doorknob was the only warning they had before Sutea bounded in, smiling happily. Quickly the royal pair parted, stepping apart and staring at her. She looked at the both of them, then stared at Hestia, mouth open.
"What are you wearing?!" she shouted, eyes bugging. Hestia turned to Trunks, crossing her arms.
"I told you I look horrible in dresses." she muttered.
"No, you look amazing!" Sutea commented, walking towards her slowly. "You should wear dresses more often."
"I told her that." Trunks said, crossing his arms. Hestia rolled her eyes and looked away from the two.
"I don't like dresses." she declared.
"But you look so preeetty!!" Sutea stated, forcing Hestia to turn towards the mirror.
Reluctantly Hestia looked at herself. The dress hugged her figure tightly, slightly exaggerating her curves. The low-cut but decent neckline showed more of her breasts than she would have liked, but that was the way the dress was designed. Her arms from the elbows down were encased by a pair of gloves that ended at the hand, one piece of fabric looping around the middle finger of each hand. From her left shoulder to her right hip ran a delicate-looking gold chain, at the end of it near her hip holding a charm with the symbol of Vegeta-sei engraved on it. Her straight hair fell down to her shoulderblades. The red dress seemed to bring out the natural red highlights in her brown hair. Behind her she saw her mate smirking smugly, arms crossed and eyes staring at her greedily.
"Still, I don't like how I look." Hestia reiterated. She turned to Sutea, deciding to change the subject. "So why're you here?"
"I came to ask if you wanted to hang out today." Sutea replied. She paused, thinking. "Why are you dressed like that?"
"I have to go to a meeting with Trunks' advisors." Hestia sighed. Sutea blinked, confused.
"Why? You aren't involved in those affairs." she said.
"She will be now." Trunks interjected before Hestia could speak. "She should know what's happening in the world around her and what dangers might be presented to us in the future."
"Dangers?" Hestia asked, looking up at Trunks.
"There are none now, but just in case." he said softly.
"Oh...so would she be able to tell me about them?" Sutea questioned, smiling devilishly.
"No." Trunks answered bluntly. "What is said in those meetings are strictly confidential."
"Why?" Sutea pouted.
"Because the need to inform the public about the planet's affairs is not needed unless it will affect peoples' everyday life. Tonight's meeting isn't even that life-altering. It's just news." Trunks announced. "And besides, she needs to know more about this planet and those under our rule."
"Why?" Sutea asked, curious. Trunks watched as Hestia turned to him, focusing her blue eyes on him, waiting for an answer, as well. Quickly he looked at the clock, seeing it was 7:53pm.
"We have to get going." Trunks said, turning around to fix his cape one last time.
Hestia looked at Sutea before the king turned around and mouthed the words 'save me'. Almost immediately afterwards Trunks turned back around and held out his arm to Hestia, who in turn looped her arm through his, hand resting on the area of the king's forearm before it met the elbow. He smiled faintly at the feeling of her soft hand touching his skin. He looked down at her and smiled kindly.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah." she answered, smiling. He smiled back and turned to Sutea.
"See you later." he said, starting towards the door.
"Yes, see you later, Madam." Hestia said, releasing Trunks' arm momentarily to bow.
He rolled his eyes and held out his arm again, wordlessly telling her to take it again. Sutea giggled and watched as Hestia winked at her and took Trunks' arm once again, leaning up to kiss his cheek gently before exiting. Shortly after she followed, watching the couple as they turned a corner. She blinked as the sunlight hit Hestia's figure right before she turned the corner, almost making her seem regal. The teenager shook her head and closed the door to the King and Queen's bedchamber, starting on her way to her own. On the way there she bumped into her mate, who took the time to smile and kiss her tenderly.
"Where are you going?" Sutea asked, running her fingers down his armor.
"The meeting. You know I go every Saturday night with Trunks." Goten said. Sutea's eyes lit up.
"Can I go?" she queried, trying to keep calm.
"No. It's confidential and you're not allowed to come unless Trunks gives you permission." Goten informed. Sutea pouted, feigning emotional hurt, causing Goten to groan. "Oh baby, I wish I could take you, but I can't." He looked at his watch and cursed softly. "I'm going to be late unless I go right now." Slowly he lifted her chin up with his fingers. "Stay up for me, okay?" He winked and kissed her quickly, smacking her butt playfully before literally running down the hallway towards the meeting room.
"Hey!!" she protested. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him turn the corner, almost running into a poor slave. Turning around, Sutea began walking towards her room, a plan forming in her mind. By the time she had entered her quarters the plan had been completed. She ran to the closet and picked out some clothes. She would start immediately.
A/N: Tricky, tricky Sutea. What's she got on her mind? What will Hestia do in this meeting that she doesn't want to go to? And why is Trunks really dragging her there?? Find out in the next chappy!! ^-^
Please review!
Thanks for all of the reviews, peeps!! I love you all! ^-^
Title: You Expect Me To Wear THAT?!!, part II of A Saiya-jin Odessey
Author: trunksgf513 (with the help of trunksgrl06 ^-^)
Hestia sighed and changed into a dress. Obviously this was important, for Trunks insisted that she not wear her normal jeans and tank top. Looking over at her mate, she saw him pulling on his armor and turning towards his cape. Shaking her head gently she finished dressing. He was acting so distant towards her, but why? Hearing a rip she looked down and growled, seeing that a seam of her dress had torn.
"Holy friggin Dende, I hate dresses." Hestia grumbled, throwing the garment aside and searching for another one. Almost instantly she found a red dress with gold decorations on it in front of her face. A pair of elbow-length gloves and red heels accompanied it.
"I'd like to see you wear this." a deep voice whispered in her ear. A shiver rolled down her spine and she smiled faintly as her hand reached up to take the dress.
"You know I hate wearing these things. They're so much trouble and they make me feel too girly." Hestia stated, slowly taking the dress off the hook. Snapping sounds were heard behind her and she turned around, watching the king adjust the clips that attached his cape to his armor.
"Yes, I know. But you can't go to the meeting like that." Trunks pointed out, raking her with his eyes. She looked down and saw she wore only a bra and a pair of underpants. A small blush tinted her cheeks. "Besides, it's tradition that a girl wear a dress to such important events. In fact, it's expected."
"Oh shut up, you sound like my mom." Hestia said playfully.
The noises behind her suddenly stopped and she slipped into her dress. She held the back closed and turned around to face Trunks, who was staring at her sadly. A smile spread across her face and she chuckled softly.
"Hey, I don't get as upset about that anymore, it's okay." Hestia assured. "Now help me tie the back."
Trunks stepped forward and took two satiny-looking ribbons in his hands and tugged gently, adjusting the dress in the back so it fit his mate's body. Slowly he began to tighten and tie it, eyes occasionally flitting to her face. A small smile still lingered on her lips.
"You still miss them though, right?" Trunks asked softly. She turned her head towards him, temporarily causing him to forget about his task. His eyes were greeted by a curious look and a solemn pair of blue eyes.
"Of course I do. I loved them, just as you loved your parents." Hestia said softly. Trunks exhaled heavily and looked down, returning his attention to the dress.
"I wouldn't say that I loved my parents." he said after a while. "I barely even knew them." With one last tug he tied her dress. Slowly she turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. Ever so gently his hands fell on her hips.
"I know you loved your father and your mother. You saw what your mother went through. You know for a fact that she loved you. And even though your father wasn't the greatest guy, you know he loved you. He was too proud to admit it, but you knew it." Hestia whispered. Trunks sighed and rested his forehead on hers, looking into her eyes.
"You know, I've had doubts about that." he informed quietly. "Sometimes he was halfway decent to me, and other times he was just an asshole. I never quite knew what he was really thinking." Hestia drew her face away and reached up, brushing some of his hair from his eyes.
"He was an unpredictable and unreliable guy, but he was your father." Hestia said gently. "I may not have liked him much, hell, I still don't, but look how he affected you." The hand that had brushed away some of his hair was now sliding its fingers slowly down the king's cheek. "You are who you are today because of him." Trunks snorted and looked away.
"Right...he hardly spent any time with me." he growled. "And he always insulted me and screamed at me for not doing things the way he wanted me to do them!"
"It was his way of loving you." she consoled, hugging him tightly.
He hugged her back, snuggling his face into her neck. For some reason, she was the only one he could say these sort of things to... His thoughts returned to her when she pulled away and smiled at him coyly.
"Let's just hope you don't have the same style of parenting as him." she joked, winking. A smirk crept across his face slowly.
"Maybe if I bring them up the way he brought me up, they'll turn out like me." Trunks declared. "You said yourself he made me what I am today." Hestia rolled her eyes and turned towards the mirror, looking at her figure in the dress.
"The last thing I want is a mate like Vegeta." she said seriously. In the mirror she watched as Trunks walked up and hugged her from behind, kissing her neck once before looking at her in the mirror.
"Oh yeah, I forgot something." he said, leaving her for a few moments to rummage through his dresser.
She watched him curiously as he pulled out a bag and walked towards her, reaching into the bag on his way over. By the time he reached her he held a dark black velvet box in his hand. Without a word he held it out to her, watching in amusement as her eyes grew wide. Slowly his other hand reached up and opened it, revealing a bright silver chain.
"It's for your cross. The chain's been broken and it's not as shiny as it used to be." Trunks said as he handed the box to Hestia. "It doesn't suit you anymore."
"T-Trunks, I can't take this..." Hestia whispered softly, looking up at Trunks. "You know I'm not that much of a flashy jewelry girl. I'm satisfied with the chain I have now." Trunks only smirked.
"It doesn't suit you anymore." he said, reaching behind her neck and unhooking the old chain.
He quickly took it away and slid the cross off it, holding the small object in his hand. Taking the new chain out of its pillow he slid the cross on it, centering the object before slipping it on her neck again. She remained silent throughout the whole ordeal, a little shocked. Once it was hooked he stepped back, looking at her.
"It suits you." Hestia turned around and looked in the mirror at the long, flowing dress accented with the new, shining chain.
Turning towards Trunks, she tried to come up with words to express how she felt, but only managed to look like a fish out of water. He chuckled, pushing some of her hair behind her shoulder before leaning in to kiss her. She accepted him, releasing a soft moan as he massaged the nape of her neck. A jiggle of the doorknob was the only warning they had before Sutea bounded in, smiling happily. Quickly the royal pair parted, stepping apart and staring at her. She looked at the both of them, then stared at Hestia, mouth open.
"What are you wearing?!" she shouted, eyes bugging. Hestia turned to Trunks, crossing her arms.
"I told you I look horrible in dresses." she muttered.
"No, you look amazing!" Sutea commented, walking towards her slowly. "You should wear dresses more often."
"I told her that." Trunks said, crossing his arms. Hestia rolled her eyes and looked away from the two.
"I don't like dresses." she declared.
"But you look so preeetty!!" Sutea stated, forcing Hestia to turn towards the mirror.
Reluctantly Hestia looked at herself. The dress hugged her figure tightly, slightly exaggerating her curves. The low-cut but decent neckline showed more of her breasts than she would have liked, but that was the way the dress was designed. Her arms from the elbows down were encased by a pair of gloves that ended at the hand, one piece of fabric looping around the middle finger of each hand. From her left shoulder to her right hip ran a delicate-looking gold chain, at the end of it near her hip holding a charm with the symbol of Vegeta-sei engraved on it. Her straight hair fell down to her shoulderblades. The red dress seemed to bring out the natural red highlights in her brown hair. Behind her she saw her mate smirking smugly, arms crossed and eyes staring at her greedily.
"Still, I don't like how I look." Hestia reiterated. She turned to Sutea, deciding to change the subject. "So why're you here?"
"I came to ask if you wanted to hang out today." Sutea replied. She paused, thinking. "Why are you dressed like that?"
"I have to go to a meeting with Trunks' advisors." Hestia sighed. Sutea blinked, confused.
"Why? You aren't involved in those affairs." she said.
"She will be now." Trunks interjected before Hestia could speak. "She should know what's happening in the world around her and what dangers might be presented to us in the future."
"Dangers?" Hestia asked, looking up at Trunks.
"There are none now, but just in case." he said softly.
"Oh...so would she be able to tell me about them?" Sutea questioned, smiling devilishly.
"No." Trunks answered bluntly. "What is said in those meetings are strictly confidential."
"Why?" Sutea pouted.
"Because the need to inform the public about the planet's affairs is not needed unless it will affect peoples' everyday life. Tonight's meeting isn't even that life-altering. It's just news." Trunks announced. "And besides, she needs to know more about this planet and those under our rule."
"Why?" Sutea asked, curious. Trunks watched as Hestia turned to him, focusing her blue eyes on him, waiting for an answer, as well. Quickly he looked at the clock, seeing it was 7:53pm.
"We have to get going." Trunks said, turning around to fix his cape one last time.
Hestia looked at Sutea before the king turned around and mouthed the words 'save me'. Almost immediately afterwards Trunks turned back around and held out his arm to Hestia, who in turn looped her arm through his, hand resting on the area of the king's forearm before it met the elbow. He smiled faintly at the feeling of her soft hand touching his skin. He looked down at her and smiled kindly.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah." she answered, smiling. He smiled back and turned to Sutea.
"See you later." he said, starting towards the door.
"Yes, see you later, Madam." Hestia said, releasing Trunks' arm momentarily to bow.
He rolled his eyes and held out his arm again, wordlessly telling her to take it again. Sutea giggled and watched as Hestia winked at her and took Trunks' arm once again, leaning up to kiss his cheek gently before exiting. Shortly after she followed, watching the couple as they turned a corner. She blinked as the sunlight hit Hestia's figure right before she turned the corner, almost making her seem regal. The teenager shook her head and closed the door to the King and Queen's bedchamber, starting on her way to her own. On the way there she bumped into her mate, who took the time to smile and kiss her tenderly.
"Where are you going?" Sutea asked, running her fingers down his armor.
"The meeting. You know I go every Saturday night with Trunks." Goten said. Sutea's eyes lit up.
"Can I go?" she queried, trying to keep calm.
"No. It's confidential and you're not allowed to come unless Trunks gives you permission." Goten informed. Sutea pouted, feigning emotional hurt, causing Goten to groan. "Oh baby, I wish I could take you, but I can't." He looked at his watch and cursed softly. "I'm going to be late unless I go right now." Slowly he lifted her chin up with his fingers. "Stay up for me, okay?" He winked and kissed her quickly, smacking her butt playfully before literally running down the hallway towards the meeting room.
"Hey!!" she protested. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him turn the corner, almost running into a poor slave. Turning around, Sutea began walking towards her room, a plan forming in her mind. By the time she had entered her quarters the plan had been completed. She ran to the closet and picked out some clothes. She would start immediately.
A/N: Tricky, tricky Sutea. What's she got on her mind? What will Hestia do in this meeting that she doesn't want to go to? And why is Trunks really dragging her there?? Find out in the next chappy!! ^-^
Please review!