Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or any of its characters blah, blah, blah don't sue me they belong to Akira Toriyama. The only characters I own are the Saiyahealthians. I also don't own any lyrics I put in this fic…

Author's Note: Sorry I forgot to put in the names for the songs in the last chapter. The first was "My Love" by Justin Timberlake and the second was "Turn Me On" by Norah Jones… I own neither.

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Chapter 13

Last time on Dragon Ball Z…

Pursing her lips, she stood on her tip toes until her lips almost touched his and murmured, "Don't presume you know anything about me… man whore." Then she pushed away from him and this time he did not pull her back. She ignored the small pain disappointment in her gut and he pushed aside the regret he was already beginning to feel as he watched her walk away. Both told themselves it was for the best anyways.

…

The breakfast table was silent… unnervingly silent. Bulma's perceptive sapphire orbs scanned each face. Armoura was paying too much attention to her cappuccino. Trunks was pretending to be very interested in some newspaper article. Bra was looking back and forth between them and her fruit loops. And her oh so charming husband was woofing down food, completely unconcerned with anything besides himself and his stomach. Something wasn't right. "What's going on here?" She asked suspiciously. Everyone looked up at her confused and a bit scared. By now they all recognized that tone in her voice. She knew something was up and Bulma Briefs would not rest until she got to the bottom of it. "Why is no one talking?"

"I thought you wanted some peace at breakfast, mom?" Trunks reminded her before returning to the "interesting" article.

Bulma narrowed her eyes and snapped, "Don't you push this on me, mister! Since when do any of you listen to what I want? Something is going on here and no one is leaving until it is resolved. That means no training or work or school!"

"NO SCHOOL?!" Bra shouted happily.

"Now wait just a second here!" Vegeta and Armoura complained, "We have a schedule to keep and-"

"I am in charge of the most successful company on this planet! I can't just miss work because of something so stupid! I am Trunks-"

"SHUT UP!" Bulma roared and crossed her arms defiantly. "Trunks you are MY son and therefore you have to do whatever I say because I am the one who carried your ferocious little half Saiyan ass in MY womb for nine months! Bra this will only happen once so enjoy your day off. Armoura you are a guest, if I say you can't train – you can't! And Vegeta don't even get me started on your damn training schedule or you will be sleeping on the coach tonight!" The recipients of her verbal lashings stared at her silently. It was at times like these that one might say it is not Vegeta and Goku who are the strongest in the universe but Bulma and Chichi. "Now that I have your attention, what is going on here? Why aren't you two fighting? Or at least speaking?"

"We are speaking!" both Demi-Saiyans replied.

"But not to each other!" Bulma pointed out, causing Trunks and Armoura to give an irritated sigh and sit further back in their chairs.

"We just have nothing to say to each other is all," Armoura explained.

Even Vegeta raised an eyebrow at this. "You two?" he asked skeptically.

"Nope, nothing," Trunks retorted, while staring daggers into Armoura's head.

"It's denial," Bra shrugged and took another bite of her cereal.

"What?" Everyone else asked.

"They are both in love with each other but neither wants to be the one to admit it so they keep sending each other mixed signals and now they are both mad," The little girl explained with her mouth full.

"Oh please! That is the biggest load of crap I have ever heard!" Trunks barked with a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I couldn't agree more!" Armoura joined in. The two nodded at each other, which caused everyone else at the table to be very suspicious.

"Wow Bra, you are quite intuitive to be so young!" Bulma praised her daughter, "Well now that we have cleared that up, everyone may go."

"What?! But that's not it!" Armoura yelled.

Trunks threw his newspaper down and shouted, "I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HER!"

"I am a Saiyahealthian Princess! I have a planet to run, people to make happy, a maniac to kill, a brother to avenge…" Armoura began to rant.

Trunks started in as well, "I am the president of Capsule Corporation, the most successful international company on the planet. On top of that I am a rock star, an idol, a role model! I have a reputation and an image to keep…" simultaneously both of their ramblings ended with the same point. "AND I DON'T FALL IN LOVE!"

Armoura and Trunks panted heavily and for a moment everyone was quiet from the shock. However, Vegeta was the first to recover and a loud cackle echoed through the kitchen. This, in turn, caused Bra to giggle with Bulma not far behind. Armoura growled angrily and then pointed accusingly at Trunks, "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?!" The heir's mouth dropped at her audacity.

"Yes!" She screamed and left the room without giving him any further explanation.

"Oo She is mad at you!" Bra sang teasingly. "What are you gonna do now lover boy?"

"I AM NOT A LOVER BOY!" Trunks threw his hands up in frustration and made his move to leave the room. "I don't fall in love with girls! Girls are nothing but a convenience for me, got it? A CONVENIENCE!"

This statement caused his family to laugh harder. "You know, son," Bulma said shaking her finger. "One day you are going to fall in love and she might just not want you. You should appreciate women more they can be dangerous when they want to be."

"Oh save me your feminist bull shit! I'm going to work!" He shouted as he stormed out into the hall.

"Well another entertaining morning," Vegeta smirked, "Pass me the sausage, Woman."

…

"Can you believe that?!" Trunks asked his best friend still in disbelief, "Me and Armoura?! Where in the hell did they even get such an idea?!"

"Well may be it was the way you two were dancing the other night," Goten said dryly before biting into his burger.

Trunks caught the tone and winced a little. "Goten… it was just a dance…"

"She didn't dance with me," The darker haired man pointed out, obviously hurt, "In fact, she told me she wasn't dancing with anyone that night."

Trunks was taken back by this statement. Had Armoura really made an exception for him? And if so… what exactly did that mean? However, before he could contemplate such questions he had to deal with his wounded best friend. "I'm sure it was just because it was my birthday, Goten."

"You know, that's what I told myself too but…" He looked off towards the street, letting the rest of his sentence fade. Trunks was his best friend and it was just a dance. It's not like he and Armoura kissed or anything. Armoura wasn't even his girlfriend so it seemed a little ridiculous for him to get so upset over this… but it was just one more thing that Trunks was better at than he was. He loved the guy, but sometimes it's hard not to feel envious of someone who is richer, better looking, and stronger than you. And at least his father was always around. He had thought that Armoura would be different. She didn't seem to be like all of the other girls who were all over Trunks. But the more the two spent time together the more Goten realized the hate they pretended to feel for each other did not exist. "What you are going to do when you actually fall in love, Trunks?"

The lavender haired man scowled deeply at the statement. "Don't start that, Goten! My mother already gave me this talk earlier!"

"No!" Goten snapped back, shocking both of them, "No, I am going to start this because it's important! One day, whether you want to believe it or not, some girl is going to make more than a night's impression on you. And what are you going to do then?"

Trunks exhaled in an almost defeated way and shrugged, "I don't know."

"I want to say that you would suck it up, get your act together, and be with her… But I don't think you will do that. I think you will instead turn to denial. I think you will try everything in your power to fight whatever you feel because you are just like Vegeta sometimes!"

"Hey!" Trunks tried to cut in angrily.

"But unlike your father," Goten continued, "you might not have a Bulma waiting for you to get a hold of your senses! And when you finally realize that being alone all of your life sucks she might not be there anymore and then you won't have a choice. And you will have to watch her be happy with someone else. And you will finally, for once in your life, know how it feels to not be the guy who gets the girl."

The two glared at each other for a minute before Trunks pushed away from the table. He began to leave but then turned around and said, "You are forgetting one major detail, Goten."

"Oh yeah? What is that?"

"I'm Trunks Vegeta-Briefs," He said with a smirk, "and I always get the girl."

…

Armoura savored the feeling of gravity rebelling against her body. Lately, it seemed that she could only think clearly when she was training and it was especially nice when she could do it alone in the GR. Vegeta was at lunch with the others but she wasn't hungry. She knew she would probably regret not eating later but it was worth it if it meant she didn't have to come in contact with a certain purple haired trouble maker. This morning had been a nightmare – an absolute nightmare! She had been humiliated in front of not only her childhood hero but his entire family! And the accusation was completely untrue in the first place. She didn't even like Trunks much less love him! Her punches intensified.

The word made her want to vomit. "Love." The most overrated piece of crap she had ever experienced in her life. She had learned her lesson already and even though deep down she did find Trunks Briefs extremely attractive, humorous, and fun to be around she refused to fall victim to that ridiculous word. "I am a Princess… I don't have time for love…I…I promised never to fall in love…again."

…

Candy moaned loudly as Trunks entered her. She had felt quite discouraged about him since the party but then out of no where he had called for her tonight. His touch was needy and urgent. They hadn't even gone to dinner. He just pulled her into his hotel room and began. It wasn't exactly what she had wanted but at least they were back on the right track. For now, her plan was still in play.

Trunks ran his hands up and down her soft body. It felt so good and yet he also felt utterly disgusted with himself. He had left Goten at lunch completely confident in his convictions. But with the night came doubt… and loneliness. It made him sick. He was one of the strongest fighters in the universe but as he sat in his office, alone, he couldn't help but feel that something was missing. Trying to soothe the emptiness, he pulled out his secret stash of liquor and poured himself a few drinks. When that didn't work he called upon his last resort, Candy. She came right away, of course, and now they were in a random hotel room doing what they did best together. It wasn't the first time he had done this, but this was the first time that the sex wasn't good enough to fill up the hole even temporarily.

Closing his eyes, he tried to get lost in both his drunken state and the woman in his arms. His thrusts became more passionate and his breathe ragged. Candy's pink nails crawled at his strong back, loving the feelings that he was invoking from her body. Finally, he could feel his mind begin to relax. Goten and his mother's words slowly faded away and he waited for the blankness. He was close now and anxious for the pleasure to take control of his body. The world around him disappeared and he opened his eyes to look down at Candy. But it wasn't her he saw, it was… "Armoura?!"

Gasping, Trunks stopped in mid-thrust.

"Trunks? What's wrong? Why did you stop?" Candy asked a little concerned.

Her voice brought him back to reality. Armoura's face disappeared and he was once again in a hotel room with his adulterous girlfriend.

"Trunks?"

"Nothing," He said quickly, giving her a kiss on the cheek before starting again, "It was nothing."

…

After dinner, Armoura slowly made her way down the hall towards her room. He hadn't been there. It had put her in a good mood, at first. But then Bra had mentioned something about him having a date with Candy and the rest of the dinner was just kind of a blank. She didn't know why it upset her. She didn't even want to admit that it upset her. But she thought that he was finished with the blonde ditz. He had been so cold towards Candy at the party… but then again he had been acting a little out of character that night.

The Saiyahealthian Princess sighed when she reached her door. She looked towards Trunks' door and wondered what he was doing right now. Was he home? Sometimes he and Candy stayed in his room. She tiptoed over to the threshold and listened intently, however, there was not a sound. "Armoura, get a grip, you are acting like a moron…" She shook her head and walked quickly back over to her own door. "It was just a stupid dance."

…

"You could stay, you know?" Candy offered as she watched him buttoning up his grey dress shirt. "Scott is out of town. He would never know."

"I can't," He replied curtly and reached out for his tie on the dresser. "You are welcome to stay in the room though."

"Trunks…" She practically begged.

He looked at her, expressionless. She was a very beautiful woman and he really didn't have anywhere to go. But for some reason he didn't want to stay. He didn't love her and what had once felt exciting and kinky now felt wrong. Besides, his mind was too caught up in what just happened to deal with her right now. Without a word, he gave her a quick kiss before exiting the room.

After briskly walking through the hotel lobby, Trunks sat in the driver's seat of his car with the ignition on. To some, picturing another woman during sex might not seem so uncommon but it had never happened to him before. Trunks had always seen women as a convenience. He was what one might call an opportunistic lover. To make up for this fact, he had always given the woman he was with his absolute best and made sure that she was the only thing on his mind during their time together. He never thought about a girl unless she was in front of him or someone else was talking about her to him. For Armoura to come into his head while he was sleeping with Candy was simply catastrophic.

Sighing, he turned on the ignition and began his ride back to Capsule Corp.

"Out of all the women, why did it have to be her?" He wondered silently. Ever since he had laid eyes on her, the little princess had caused him nothing but trouble. She argued with him constantly, wore outfits that drove him crazy, was too beautiful for her own good, and did everything in her power to prove him wrong. Every time he was convinced that he hated her, she would do something that would make him want to do nothing but shove his tongue down her throat. He tried to tell himself that she was just a challenge and he liked challenges… so it wasn't really her he was interested in. But she was also fun and one of the only women he could have a real conversation with.

Absently mindedly, he showed the guard his ID and drove threw the C.C. gates.

There was no way it would work anyways. First of all, he wasn't even sure she liked him as a friend much less a lover. Second, she was an alien princess who had a planet to run – she wasn't going to stay on Earth forever. Third, he would ruin it. He was certain about this because he didn't want to fall in love. So that was that. He would just forget the whole thinking of her when he was screwing someone else ever happened and would just move on.

Taking a deep breath, he entered the main compound only to be confronted with the woman he had been thinking about for the past half hour. She was sitting at the kitchen table, typing relentlessly on her alien computer, and drinking an espresso. The rest of the family was watching TV in the adjoining room. Upon seeing her son, Bulma asked, "What are you doing home so early, Trunks?"

The mentioning of his name caused Armoura's head to jerk up from her computer and look towards the kitchen doorway. They stared at each other for a few moments and noticed how lonely the other looked.

"Yeah, didn't you have a date with Candy?" Bra inquired further.

Without breaking his gaze, Trunks answered, "Yeah, it ended."

"Well that was quick…" Bulma commented with a suspicious tone in her voice.

However, Trunks ignored her and walked over to the kitchen table to sit next to Armoura. "Isn't it a little late to be drinking this?" He asked, pointing towards her espresso. Her lips formed a small smile and she shook her head. "Still not talking to me?"

"I'm talking."

Trunks let out a small chuckle before reaching into his briefcase and pulling out some paper work. After putting on his reading glasses, he was about to get started when he heard a small laugh coming from the seat next to him. "Something funny?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You wear glasses," Armoura replied, while biting her lip.

Trunks crossed his arms and turned to her. "Yes, I do. Is there a problem?" He said in a be-careful-what-you-say-next tone.

"No," She grinned, "It's cute."

The statement caused his shoulders to visibly droop and he immediately ripped the glasses off. "I'm not cute. I am a six foot tall, masculine, burly, attractive living god… A manly man, a bona-fide symbol of virility."

"With purple hair…" Armoura pointed out with a giggle.

"Shut up and drink your coffee."

She smiled widely at him and then they both returned to their work. They sat like this for the rest of the night, every now and then glancing swiftly at each other. Even after the rest of the family went to bed, they remained. She didn't say another word to him and he didn't even try to converse with her. Although they were both smiling, each moment together weighed heavily on their hearts.

Author's Note: Sorry for the extremely late update. I had to get back into gear with the new semester at school and such. Please don't be too mad! I'll have the next chapter up in a day or so. This one was kind of hard to write but I hope you enjoyed it. PLEASE REVIEW!