What's Love?

They finally made it back to the house and stepped out of the car relieved that they were finally home. Faith grabbed a bunch of bags and Seventeen grabbed even more. He was impressed, however, by her strength. She carried at least 9-10 bags, which for a human female was way overdoing it. He carried 13 bags and switched them all to one hand to open the door for Faith since all of her hands were full. "Thanks, you're such a gentleman." She joked. They placed all of the bags in the kitchen and Faith put them all away hastily. "Thanks for going with me." She said gratefully. "No problem, it kind of gets boring staying in the house all of the time, anyway." He replied. "I can believe that!" she responded with a laugh. "So what did you get? I was too stressed to pay attention." She asked eyeing the bag in his hand filled with all of the things he picked out. "Personal stuff, and some chocolate." He said smiling as he pulled out a bag of chocolate shaped like the Tokyo skyline. They had a bunch of chocolates shaped like city skylines, but since he was rushed, he chose that one. "Wow, cool." She said as she observed the bag. Seventeen thought about the situation they just got out of. She once again saved him. "Hey, Faith," he said. She looked up at him. "Yes?" she said staring intently at what he had to say. "Thanks…" he said. He felt a little ashamed of what he had just said, but he knew a thank you was well over due. She looked a little blank for a moment, but then realized what he was talking about. "You're welcome." She said smiling genuinely. He smiled back. They stayed in silence for a bit, and then he walked out of the room.

It was later in the day, around 3pm and Faith was in the lounge room listening to music. Seventeen knocked on the door, and was met by a "Come in!". "There you are," he said as he walked into the room. There was a chaise lounge across from the recliner she sat on. He walked over to it and sat down. "Nice little room you've got here." He said noticing how relaxing and recreational it was. The walls were a cool blue color instead of fuschia like he imagined. "Thanks," she said smiling at him. He also noticed that r&b music was playing from the radio she was listening to. "So you like r&b, huh?" he asked. "Yeah, it's really relaxing and kind of romantic…" she regretted saying the last word. Seventeen snorted. "Romantic? Don't tell me you're into that stuff! I thought you were different from other humans." He said while laughing. "I am different, but romance isn't such a bad thing. See, a lot of humans turn it into a bad thing. They go and say that they love something, when in fact, they only think they do. Then they end up getting hurt and cry and shit like that." Faith explained. Seventeen still wasn't sold and it was obvious by the look he was giving her. "Being in a relationship with someone isn't always the same as really loving that person. You know that you love someone when they make you happy, inside and out. You're mind is at ease round them, they complete you or fill the place of the thing that would complete you." He finally started thinking about his hermana. He was complete around her. She was his other half, and now that space is empty and his mind is no longer at ease… except when he's around Faith. "You can talk to the person about anything and not feel judged or awkward, you enjoy their company and you never want to leave that person. That's true love." She finished.

He looked at her and smiled. "That's quite a speech." He quipped. She half-smiled and then quickly returned it to normal. "So tell me, how does 'love' benefit you in any way?" he was intrigued by what answer she might conjure up. "Well… besides making you feel complete, it makes you happy. Very few people have ever experienced true happiness, and that's when everything in life seems to be perfect where it is, and you are in complete bliss. Nothing could ever get you down, you wouldn't change anything for the world, and you are at such a peace that can't be explained." She said looking as if she were trying to picture what she was saying. "Have you ever experienced that?" he asked. She looked down sadly. "No, not yet." She said. "Over all, love is being with the person that makes you truly happy." She said, not being able to think of any better way to explain it. "Huh," he said taking in the information. The room grew silent, except for the radio in the background. "So how do you fall in love?" for some reason, he wanted to know more. "I don't really know. It's different for a lot of people." She said honestly, trying to figure out how to answer that question. "Some people find out that after spending more time with each other, they have a lot of common interests and fall in love that way. Other people fall in love instantly." "Instantly?" he asked. "Yeah, its called 'love at first sight'. You see someone who for some reason, you think they are the most beautiful and perfect thing you've ever seen and you need to be with them." She elucidated and she tried to hide the blush that formed on her cheeks.

Why was she blushing?

"Where do you feel love?" he asked, trying to figure out more about the strange and seemingly stupid human emotion. Faith looked at him for a second and then started. "Love is always in one place. You always feel it here." She pointed to her heart. Seventeen's facial expression changed. He remembered that feeling he got when he first stared into her eyes, and when he left and she didn't know whether or not he'd come back. The concern she had for him gave him a strange feeling. And even that night when she spilled her guts to him. The first time he ever touched a human in a comforting way gave him a strange feeling. And it was all there, where she pointed. Seventeen felt a lump in his throat. He tore from her gaze, looking around the room uneasily. He looked back at her once more and then got up to leave. Faith watched him with confusion written all over her face. Seventeen went into his room and sat down on the bed for a moment. He needed to get his thoughts together because his mind was racing. She says that you always feel love in one area, but why did I feel something there? I'm not in love! Then he started to think about how he couldn't sleep or be at ease internally unless he was in her presence. That was his whole reason for coming to stay with her, because it would take his mind off of his sister. And it did more than just that; he actually enjoys her company and he's slowly growing fond of her. Or am I? He thought, trying to put all of the pieces together. Enough of this nonsense! Androids don't feel human emotions, especially shitty ones like 'love' and such. He shook his thoughts off and laid down. Maybe some rest will help him think clearly.

Faith thought that maybe she said a little too much. He wasn't used to conversations like that, so maybe that's why he got up and left. "I hope he's okay." She said to herself. She tried to put those events aside and relax. But then another thought popped into her head. That boy is still on the hunt for Seventeen. I really hope that he doesn't find him, or everything I've done will be in vain. She remembered Trunks' warning. 'I swear, if you're lying to me about knowing where he is…' He said it so ominously. Maybe he might try to kill me… She soon thought about moving. Maybe if we're not in the area, he won't find us. We'll be able to live normally without the threat of being found. But then she realized that they were 35 miles away from home when he saw her, so the chances of them ever running into each other again are slim. Faith sighed and tried to maintain her calmness. She let the music reach her mind and she closed her eyes and drifted into a nap.

Trunks hadn't spoken to his mother since he got back due to the fact that she had went up to her room to rest and hadn't come out yet. He was planning and plotting for hours until she finally stirred. "Hey, Trunks! Glad to see you're back!" She said in her tired voice. "Hey…" he said in a not-so-cheery tone. "What's wrong?" she asked as she walked over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. "You know that girl who saved Seventeen?" he looked up at her. "Yeah, what happened?" Bulma asked in anticipation. "I ran into today at the store. I asked her where he was, and she lied to my face and told me she hadn't seen him. But then, I saw them riding off in a car together while I was in line." His brows furrowed into each other. "What? Really?" Bulma was shocked. "Yeah, I would have chased after them but it was going to be impossible to get back in line in that crowd. Plus, I didn't want to leave the groceries behind. That was the last fat-free milk they had, and I couldn't risk someone taking it." Trunks explained. "Man, darn that girl!" Bulma said, frustration coming over her. "Well did you see what direction they went off in?" she asked, becoming hopeful. "Yeah." Trunks said remembering. "You can probably locate them if you flew in the direction they went in." Bulma proposed. "That's right, but then again, how do I know how far to go? I can't sense his power level, and if he's not destroying anything, I'd never find his ki." Trunks said, realizing that the idea probably wasn't any good. "That's true," Bulma said with her voice lowering in disappointment. "But you can still try. Maybe you can ask around, if anyone has seen the android, or give a description of the girl. I'm sure someone must have seen them around. How did she look?" Bulma asked grabbing a pen and a paper.

"She was fair-skinned, she had light brown eyes, long brownish-auburn hair I think, she had full, pink lips, a nose that was a little small but round at the tip, and she was really busty. She was pretty short, about 5'4, and she was average size, a little curvy. She had a really small waistline and round hips. She was actually really gorgeous…" Trunks trailed off. His mother looked at him with a small vein popping out of her forehead. She snapped her fingers. "Oh, sorry." He blushed and scratched the back of his head. Bulma showed him the picture and asked if that was correct. "For the most part. Here, let me change some things." He said as he grabbed the pen and paper and then began drawing over what his mother did. He accentuated her lips and made them a bit plumper, he slanted her eyes upward at the corners slightly, as she had an almond shape, and he made them a little bigger. He fixed the nose and drew how her hair was, which was in a down style and curled in a soft, spiral way, framing her face perfectly. "Wow, she is pretty, but she's a liar and she's harboring a mechanical demon." Bulma said, admiring the picture. "Just show people this and ask if they've seen her." "Alright. But for now, I'm ready from some dinner." Trunks said smiling. "Alright," Bulma said as she walked into the kitchen to cook dinner.


That little talk Seventeen had with Faith seemed to trigger some strange feelings. I wonder what it was. Could it be love?... Nah! lol Looks like they're in for some trouble because Trunks has a plan, and he's got some unfinished business to handle. Trunks seems a little stuck on Faith's appearance, too. I guess it comes with the territory :P