Trina sighed in exasperation. It had been two weeks since Veronica and her
brother. The first few days, she had been satisfied with Trunks' unwavering
comfort. But then she'd started to want more. She wanted him to take her and
kiss her passionately. She wanted him to make love to her or fuck her against a
wall (as long as it wasn't in the living room). She wanted to take showers
together and make love while washing one another. But Trunks was being a
stubborn jackass. He would only go so far as holding her, never truly
intimately, more like a friend. She was beginning to wonder if her dream had
been just that, a dream.

They'd been to the city quite a lot lately. She
refused to stay home when Trunks went to work. He'd decided to hire her as his
new secretary, earning her another shopping trip for "business attire." She was
good at her job, but she wished he'd tell her so once in awhile. His last
secretary had been quite messy, and that was saying it nicely. The first three
days working for him had been spent sorting through the mess, discarding useless
junk and filing away anything important. He wouldn't even eat lunch with her
anymore.

Thank god it's Saturday. Today they were going over to Bulma's
for a picnic. She couldn't wait to see Bra. They'd luncheoned together almost
everyday since she'd been hired, but there just wasn't enough time to play catch
up in an hour. This picnic would afford them the opportunity to find out what
had really been going on lately. Besides, she wanted to know if Pan and Uub were
still together. Bra said they'd been fighting a lot lately, though nobody could
figure out why.

I think I'll take a nap before we leave. She set her
alarm clock for two hours and settled into her covers. Her mind was still
running haywire, so she practiced meditative exercises, forcing the thoughts
from her head to be replaced with nothing but emptiness. Slowly, her eyelids
drifted closed before she slipped into oblivion.

She was in the garden
again. She looked around her, but Makai was nowhere in sight. Sighing in
frustration, she settled herself on the bench she'd used last time and waited.
Quite a bit of time passed (at least it felt like it) when she heard footsteps.
Glancing in the direction of the noise, she watched as Makai appeared before
her. She was dressed exactly as she had been in the last dream. Smiling, Trina
stood and faced her.

"Hello, Makai," she said, pleasure laced in her
voice.

"It is good to see you again, Trina. I see that the events you
were tested by have come to pass, though Trunks still remains stubborn," she
said with consternation.

"You mean Veronica and her brother. Yes. Now I
realize why you said 'if I was strong enough to handle them.' It was pretty
frightening."

"Yes. I wish I could have told you, but then it might have
ruined the future that you are supposed to experience. I think you know why I've
returned to you," she said with a smile.

"You're going to tell me how to
seduce Trunks," her excitement barely masked. Although, judging from Makai's
smile, she probably hadn't hid much.

"Seduce is putting it rather
strongly. I'm going to help you force him to confront his feelings."

"I'm
ready."

"Then let us begin," she trilled with mischievousness dancing in
her eyes. Over what Trina felt was a few hours, though in reality it was
probably only a few moments, Makai laid out her plan. She had to admit it was
quite devilish. Trunks would definitely be in for a rude awakening. She smiled,
the mischievous spark now lighting her eyes.

"Do you really think it will
work?"

"Oh, honey, he'll be so jealous he won't know what to do with
himself."

"How exactly does Bra and Goten fit into this?"

"Well,
ever since I visited you the first time, I've been sending Goten dreams of him
and Bra together. Let us just say that he's been having a hard time controlling
himself around her lately. Just take Bra with you when you put this plan into
action, and she will do the rest."

"Okay. Thank you, Makai."

"It
was my pleasure. Now, I believe it is time for us to part. Until next time," she
called as she faded from view. Trina felt the familiar tug toward consciousness,
but this time she didn't fight it. The garden quickly faded from view as she was
thrust toward waking.

Trina woke abruptly from her dream, a sly smile
lighting her features. Trunks wasn't even close to prepared for what she had in
store. Dressing in a pair of aqua Capri's and a bright green short sleeved
shirt, she put on some flip flops and headed downstairs. Seeing Trunks eyeing
her choice of shoes, she merely stuck her tongue out at him.

"You do know
we're flying there, right," he teased.

"I'm perfectly well aware of that.
That's why I'm holding on to them until we get to Bulma's," she said, with an
air of hurt pride. The smile on her face belied her expression, though. They
stepped outside, and Trunks wrapped his arms around her waist. They shot off,
Trina laughing with joy. She loved when they flew.

Reaching Bulma's
house a little while later, Trunks set her gently on the ground, holding her a
few moments longer than necessary before letting her go. She smiled, keeping her
face averted so he wouldn't realize she had noticed. Slipping her flip flops on,
they made their way toward the lively group.

Vegeta was already
complaining. The picnic had barely even started, but his glower said it all.
Goku and Chichi were playing around like little kids, just as Videl and Gohan
were. Pan and Uub were cuddling, an expression of complete bliss over being
together evident on their faces. Goten was sulking, a clinging Paris attached to
his arm. Bra was nowhere to be seen. Bulma ran to greet them.

"Trunks.
Catrina. I'm so happy you made it," she squealed like a little girl in a candy
shop. Smiling brightly, Trina hugged the excited woman, asking where her
daughter was. Pointing toward the house, Bulma turned toward her son and threw
her arms around an embarrassed Trunks, causing him to blush.

Smiling
slightly as she headed into the kitchen, Trina looked for Bra's figure. Not
seeing her, she headed deeper into the beautiful interior. She finally heard
some angry muttering coming from a room down the hall. Walking toward the noise,
she flung open the door to an enraged Bra.

"…jackass had to bring that
bitch," she spat.

"So I see you noticed Goten brought Paris," she said
mischievously, eliciting a growl from the blue-haired female.

"I can't
believe he brought her. I wish I could just punch her pretty nose," she
spat.

"I have a better idea. Why don't you just steal him from her," she
asked.

"What do you mean," she asked, a spark of hope in her
eyes.

"I have an idea," she grinned. She quickly explained her plan to
Bra, whose face kept getting happier and happier. Letting out a shriek, she
flung her arms around Trina, hugging her tightly.

"That's perfect. I even
know the perfect time," she yelled.

"I'm listening," Trina said
calmly.

"Paris is leaving on Monday for a two week business trip. We
could do it this Friday night," she exclaimed.

"That is great," she said
excitedly. Finalizing their plans, the two girls exited the house to join the
gathered friends and family for some fun. Bra, Pan, and Trina laughed and talked
over the next several hours. Pan and Bra told Trina about their embarrassing
childhood moments, while Trina told them of her awkward teenage years. She
hadn't had this much fun in ages. When it came time to leave, she was almost sad
it had come to such a halt. Hugging and waving goodbye, she and Trunks headed
home. She had some arrangements to make for Friday night. Smiling slyly she
hoped Friday would hurry up and get there.