Chi-chi showered, washed her hair, then spend a good hour drying it so it didn't look greasy when Trunks came. It was odd for the middle aged woman to actually be concerned about her appearance today. She even slipped on some lip gloss.
Trunks came as planned after breakfast. Taking a deep breath and mentally planning out what to say, he heads for the door. He stands for a few moments in the entrance of Chi-chi's house after knocking.
She answers the door. Trunks is casually leaning against the door way. He's dressed in his customary Capsule Corp. linen shirt, purple jeans, and a black jacket. His lavender hair is long and tousled as ever. For a few seconds inside her home, she was gazing at him, admiring the view. He glances nervously down when he sees her. After blinking a couple of times, she gives a slow, lazy smile.
"Come in, Trunks." She moves back and he walks inside, shutting the door behind him.
Trunks gracefully follows Chi-chi to the kitchen table. He slides into a chair. Well, at least she let me in - that's a good sign.
"What would you like to drink?" She asks Trunks, hovering toward the fridge.
"I'll have what you're having, please." He replies softly. Putting elbows on the table, he steeples a finger to his mouth. Play it smooth, T.
Chi-chi carefully sets down two cold glasses of iced tea on the table. She slips down into a chair. Her dark eyes shoot up to meet his blue ones. "How's work been recently?" She quickly asks, getting out of the awkward moment.
"Good, actually." He answers. His fingers reaches for the glass and pops the straw into his mouth. "Thank you." She blinks, and he smiles an adorable lopsided smile at her. She flushes.
After a few moments he opens his mouth. "Okay," He speaks carefully. "I feel terrible about the other night. The bathroom." He looks away and takes another large sip of tea. "I didn't mean to well... You know." He says after setting the cup down.
"No, Trunks, you don't need to apologize." She responds spontaneously, not thinking. She takes a breath. "I shouldn't have gotten so emotional." The pale woman continues feeling slightly embarrassed. She takes a sip of iced tea.
"You were put in a bad situation. You have every right to cry," He says quietly. "I can see that you are hurt, lonely..." He pauses and looks up. "Oh, shit. I didn't mean to call you lonely. I'm -"
"Don't. I get what you're trying to say," She interrupts, leaning forward a bit. "It's-It's okay.
"You're right, anyways" She says softly, looking down at her hands wrapped around the cup. "I've been forlorn for a long time. Not just now, but... All those years when Goku left me." She trails off and Trunks senses her becoming more distant.
He peeks up at her small pale face. The look on her depresses him. "Look at me, Chi-chi."He says, his gaze intense at her. Seconds tick by. He slowly reaches his large hand forward and connected with hers on the glass. He pries it away and holds her small hand. What am I doing? His inner self asks him.
She glances up at him and shifts in her seat. A second later she feels the gentle strength of his hand squeezing hers. She involuntarily gasps. Oh my gosh. This man is so different from Goku. He speaks so wise. Like he genuinely understands me. She blushes.
"There's no need to be lonely anymore. I'm here for you. Chi-chi." The younger Prince Saiyan breathes. He runs his other hand to meet her free one, regarding her carefully. Trunks was now fully aware of what he was doing, but he didn't back off. He wanted her to know. To get the hint.
"Thank you." She murmurs, mesmerized at him. Oh God, He's so passionate! She begins to relax in her seat. With all the tears and sadness that filled her for the last two days, she starts to see. She told herself for hours at night how bad it would be to admit what she felt for Trunks on that evening. Crying into his shirt. His strong hand caressing her back. His hot breath warming as she shed tears. "I don't regret what happened." She gazes for a moment, almost not realizing what she just said.
Trunks head swims with those words. She's telling the truth, she means it... He thinks to himself, still grasping her hands across the table. He slightly frowns for a moment, mentally accessing what was happening. The moment they were having. Take it easy, Trunks. He needed to take this slow. They've barley talked since the last time he was over.
"You look lovely," He murmurs, his eyes unintentionally hovering down to her chest. "You really do..." Trunks nearly whispers, his voice warm. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Although her sleeveless dress came up to the middle of her neck, her breasts pushed against the fabric in a way he liked.
She swallows. Holy crap, he's checking me out! Chi-chi couldn't decide whether or not she liked it. "Ahem, still with me?" His azure eyes pop back up to hers. His cheeks bleed scarlet.
Fuck, Trunks! You did it again! He nervously retracted his hands from hers, completely embarrassed once again. And when it was all going to well.
"Would you like some more tea?" She asks, doing her best to ignore what just happened.
Trunks glances down at his cup, not noticing he'd sucked all the liquid down. "Er, uh, yes, please." He nods subtly. He let out a slow breath as she got up. He needs to manage his young adult hormones better. Reinforcing his thought, he stares down at his hands to refrain from looking at her behind.
He was looking at my boobs... oh my. She couldn't help but admit to herself that she could have squirmed her chest away while he was staring, but she couldn't help but let it happen. What would happen if she kept letting him do things like this? First his erection, then this. What's next?
She reaches in the fridge for the pitcher of tea. Bringing over to the counter with a cup, she continues to ponder.
She wasn't stupid. She caught onto his hints. If she allows this to happen...will they eventually be together? The single mother has never had moments like these with another man since a long while ago, but she knew in her heart she wanted them in her future. And that future certainly didn't include Goku. If she allows someone else into her love life, if he eventually rejects her, how would she cope with that again? Perhaps it's best to back away now with what self-esteem she has reasonably intact left.
Chi-chi flinches when the cold beverage spills over her fingers. "Shit!" The dark-haired woman cries out, tugging her hand away.
"What - What happened?" Trunks asks, being pulled from his own thoughts. He peers over to her and sees the mess. The Saiyan leaps up form his chair to grab the towel hanging next to her thigh. His fingers brush her leg as he pulls it up and wipes the tea from the counter.
"A little distracted, are we?" Trunks says with a chuckle. Chi-chi begins to turn red. "Well, I guess I'm a bit tired." She thanks him and grabs the towel from his hand.
"Perhaps I should go now. Vegeta wanted to spar with me today, " Trunks replies, fixing his collar, trying to get his eyes away from her breasts. "Thanks for having me over."
She peers up at his tanned, chiseled face. "It's - it's a pleasure - as always." She breathes politely, though she looked deep in thought, completely distracted. He turns suddenly, staring down at Chi-chi.
"Well, good-bye, dear Chi-chi," He sounds hesitant.
"Good-bye, Trunks." Her voice is hoarse from unbidden tears. Jeez, I'm not going to cry, again. She returns a small smile. As he leaves, tears start to fall. She really doesn't understand why she's crying. He wants me, and I need him.
