"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Trunks yelled at Goten as they made their way out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry; I didn't realize she was in there!" Goten yelled back, blushing.

"Didn't you see the "In Use" sign on the door?" Bulma asked, standing there with Chi-Chi, staring at him.

"No… Oh—that sign. I didn't see it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Skya; I really didn't know you were in there!" Goten replied and then apologized to Skya.

"Is ok." Skya replied, slowly getting out of the tub after pulling the plug—still blushing.

She started drying off when she realized she didn't have any of her clothes in there with her.

"Ummm…" Skya started, unsure.

"What is it, Dear?" Bulma asked, peaking in.

"Where are my clothes?" Skya asked, confused.

"Oh, I must've accidentally taken them when I took your other ones. Just hold on a second. Trunks, can you get her bag from your room, please?" Bulma requested, looking at Trunks after letting Skya know.

"Sure." Trunks replied before heading to his room.

'I can't believe I saw her naked. Aside from all the bruises, she has a cute body. Damnit, no! I can't think of that right now—not with what she's already been through.' Trunks thought to himself, grabbing her bag.

"Boy." Vegeta stopped Trunks, standing next to his door.

"Yeah?" Trunks asked as calmly as he could.

"When you give the girl her clothes or whatever, give her this." Vegeta instructed, holding up a Senzu Bean.

"Thanks." Trunks thanked Vegeta; he was a bit shocked, taking the bean; it never crossed his mind to give her a Senzu Bean.

"That should help her wounds—and make sure she feels better from that miscarriage. I'm going to train with Kakarot and the Namek." Vegeta awkwardly told Trunks before they went their separate ways.

"Grrreaaat…" Trunks groaned in annoyance.

When he got back to the bathroom, Bulma and Chi-Chi were gone.

'Well, I suppose I have to do this. Just knock on the door, tell her I have her bag, and just hand it to her through the door.' Trunks pepped himself up, taking a deep breath.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Yes?" Skya softly asked.

"Skya, I've got your bag; you need to open the door a little so I can hand it to you." Trunks instructed with a slight blush.

"Please just give me a second." Skya nervously replied, taking a deep breath before she opened the door—all the way.

"Oh, wow." Trunks spoke, astonished, dropping her bag when he saw her just in a towel.

"Is something wrong?" Skya asked, confused.

"Oh, no. Sorry, here's your bag." Trunks quickly replied, picking her bag up and handed it to her.

"Thank you. Do you want to come in?" Skya softly asked.

"What?" Trunks asked, shocked.

"You said we're connected and that we're supposed to be mates, correct?" Skya asked, only slightly confused.

"Yes, that's correct. I just didn't think you would want me to see you…" "Naked?" Trunks started, turning red only for Skya to finish asking.

"Yeah, pretty much." Trunks replied, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's ok. Not that I liked it or anything, but lots of others have seen me naked before. Then there's Cassius: I really didn't like or want that… But that's in the past, right? I'm with you and you said you'd keep me safe. And when I'm with you, I do feel safe. You make me feel safe—more safe than I've ever felt before." Skya admitted, blushing, making Trunks smile before stepping in, closing the door behind him.

"That makes me happy—to know that I make you feel safe. And yes, Cassius, Goro, and all that is in the past. I'm know they're going to pop up in year. But when that time comes, I promise; I'll keep you safe." Trunks promised as Skya stepped back a little to make room for him.

"Is something wrong?" Trunks asked, concerned.

"No… It's just—I never got the chance to ask…" Skya started, not knowing how to word what she wanted to say.

"To ask what?" Trunks asked, confused.

"When you kissed me last night…" Skya started, very red in the face by now. She was also holding her stomach, as it was still hurting.

"Yes?" Trunks asked, becoming concerned that he upset her somehow; he was also worried about her wellbeing.

"I-it was nice. But I don't know how I did." Skya finally spit out what she wanted to say, causing Trunks to breathe in relief.

"You did just fine. I don't expect you to be an expert your first time; it takes practice." Trunks replied with a kind smile—now, right in front of her.

"Do you think you could teach me?" Skya softly asked, blushing, looking down, still holding her stomach.

"I'd be honored. However, I need you to do something for me first." Trunks countered, gently cupping her chin in his hand, tilting it upwards, making her look at him.

"Yes?" Skya softly asked, confused.

"I need you to take this." Trunks told her, showing her the Senzu Bean.

"What is it?" Skya asked, looking at the bean, still confused.

"It's called a Senzu Bean; it's meant to help you heal. I don't want to upset you… But Mom said that the miscarriage is pretty much done and over with; there is no longer a dying baby in you. This bean will make it so you're not hurting anymore. Please, take it." Trunks explained, looking at her, pleading with her to take it.

"…Ok…" Skya breathed, taking the bean; she slowly ate it.

"How do you feel?" Trunks asked after a minute.

"Better." Skya answered, amazed, looking at herself.

The first thing she noticed was that she was no longer in pain. The next thing she noticed was she was no longer covered in bruises, cuts, scrapes, or bumps; her skin was blemish-free.

'That is so much better.' Trunks thought to himself, watching Skya marvel that her skin was smooth and fair instead of black, blue, purple, green, and yellow.

"Do you still want another kiss?" Trunks asked, getting Skya's attention.

"Yes, please." Skya replied, looking at Trunks again.

"I would've waited—but I'm so glad I didn't have to wait to see you without any abuse damage." Trunks told Skya before gently kissing her.

Skya placed one of her hands on his shirt and lightly clutched it; her other hand was holding her towel up.

After a few seconds, Trunks pulled away to see Skya standing there, with her eyes closed, lightly blushing.

"I love you, Skya." Trunks whispered in her ear, making her jump, letting go of her towel.

When Skya opened her eyes and looked Trunks in his eyes, she hugged him with tears falling down her cheeks.

"I love you too, Trunks." Skya happily replied.

Trunks didn't say anything; he just smiled and protectively held her.

"Trunks?" Skya asked, breathing in his scent; he smelt of sweat.

"Yes, what is it?" Trunks asked, breathing in her scent; she smelt of cherry blossoms.

"Kiss me again—please?" Skya asked, holding onto his shirt with both hands, looking up again.

"I'd love to." Trunks replied before capturing her lips again.

At first, his kisses were soft and innocent.

But what started as innocent quickly became hot and heated.

Skya's towel fell off her body as she wrapped her arms around Trunks's shoulders.

Trunks slowly and carefully wrapped his arms around her naked waist, pulling her close to him.

"Uh! Mmmnmm…" Skya moaned into his mouth when she felt his hands roaming and lightly squeezing her butt. Well, that—and she could feel him starting to grow against her thigh as he gently pushed her against the sink.

"I want to touch you." Trunks told Skya between kisses.

"Where?" Skya breathlessly asked; she was confused.

"Here." Trunks replied, letting his hands roam over her stomach and move upward.

"…Here…" Trunks breathed, holding her below her breasts.

"Here?" Skya asked, placing his hands on her breasts, jumping a little at the feeling.

"Only if you want." Trunks breathed. He wouldn't do anything she didn't want; he would not take any more choices away from her.

"Yes." Skya breathlessly replied when she felt him start to fondle her breasts.

He was losing even more control as he set her up on the sink, where things got knocked over.

"Skya…" Trunks groaned, roaming his hands all over her sides and breasts.

"Trunks…" Skya moaned, holding onto the wall for support when she started to become hot and bothered.

They would've gone further, but there was one problem:

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Skya, are you ok in there? We heard crashing noises!" Bulma called from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, Mom; she's fine! She just tripped over the rug when I handed her bag through the door. I'm just making sure she's ok." Trunks replied as his erection slowly went away.

"Oh, ok. Well, come out and let her get dressed." Bulma insisted, being persistent.

"Yes, Mother." Trunks mumbled, handing Skya her towel, kissing her once more before leaving the bathroom.

"Well, are you coming?" Bulma asked, watching Trunks close the door.

"I think I'll wait here for her; I don't know if she knows her way around the house just yet." Trunks replied, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes.

"Then I'll wait as well." Bulma insisted, causing Trunks to moan in annoyance.

'Damnit… This close: I was this close. But it's probably for the best; I highly doubt she's not ready. I don't want her to regret anything. But she's so soft.' Trunks thought to himself, annoyed.

"Trunks, don't do anything either of you will regret right after." Bulma warned, causing Trunks's eyes to snap open and look at her.

"Don't look at me like that: I'm your mother; I know when you're up to something. Plus, your dad and Goku have good hearing; your father mentioned he heard something. Well, actually Goku was asking questions and Vegeta rolled his eyes. I understand you two are meant to be and that you'll be together for the rest of your lives—however long that is. Trunks, she was just raped yesterday and found out that she miscarried today—and has been for over a week. I know you love her and that you would never do anything to intentionally hurt her. But if you have sex with her now, it will hurt her; she will regret it—and you know that. At least try to give her a week to get used to things here—and get over everything negative that's happened to her in the past however many years. I'm not trying to be a nagging bitch or anything." "I know, Mom. Thanks for looking out for not only me, but Skya as well." Bulma started explaining before being interrupted by Trunks hugging her.

"Of course. You're my son, and I really like Skya. I'm sooo glad you found a girl I actually like." Bulma replied with a smile, causing Trunks to sigh in annoyance.

'We were so close to possibly doing it—going all the way. Maybe this is what's for the best. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet. I know I'm not ready to be a mother yet.' Skya thought as she got dressed in a knee-length turquoise dress and knee-high light blue socks. She also brushed her hair and put it back up pigtails with the rose buns at the top.

When she came out, Trunks couldn't help but stare at her.

"Is something wrong?" Skya asked, confused.

"Uh, no. You just look…" "Absolutely adorable!" Trunks started but was interrupted by Bulma. She ended up dragging Skya to the kitchen after that.

"Mom—wait for me!" Trunks called, running after them.

"Hi, Skya; how are you feeling?" Goku asked with a smile.

"I'm better, thank you. You're one of Mrs. Bulma's and Mr. Vegeta's friends—but I can't think of your name. I'm sorry." Skya apologized.

"It's ok, Dear. This is my husband Goku. This is our oldest son, Gohan, his wife Videl, and their daughter, Pan. And you've met our youngest son, Goten." Chi-Chi introduced her family.

"It's very nice to meet all of you." Skya politely replied, doing a little curtsy.

"And you remember my husband, Vegeta; you talked and explained everything to him (and everyone else) yesterday. This is our daughter and Trunks's younger sister, Bulla." Bulma explained, looking from Skya to Vegeta and Bulla.

"Hi." Skya softly greeted, looking from Vegeta to Bulla; she knew she had already met them—but couldn't quite place them.

"Good to see you." Bulla replied.

"And finally, we have Piccolo." Trunks introduced Piccolo again.

"Oh, you're a Namekian; my mother used to tell me stories of your kind. She always said you were very kind to her." Skya politely stated.

"Yeah…" Piccolo suspiciously replied, narrowing his eyes as he walked right up to her.

"Oh?" Skya asked, confused and surprised.

"Hold still." Piccolo commanded, placing his hand on her head.

"What are you doing?" Trunks asked right away, becoming defensive.

"Relax. This isn't going to hurt her. I'm just trying to figure some things out." Piccolo explained, closing his eyes.

Fifteen Minutes Later:

"What did you learn?" Bulma asked when Piccolo pulled his hand away.

"And why did it take so damn long to figure it out?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.

"Her mind is a labyrinth. There are a bunch of walls, doors, and barriers everywhere. It's like its being guarded—or rather something is being guarded. I found out that her mother had told her something—probably something important. However, when I tried to figure out what she told her, that memory disappeared—and everything started changing around. Her mind is a labyrinth that changes on a whim. I also found some brain damage—not a lot, but it's there. And it's nothing serious: it just affects her learning ability. No, she's not stupid; she's just slower. She's been hit in the head one too many times." Piccolo explained, not taking his eyes off Skya.

"Why would something her mother told her be moving around her head so much? And why would it be locked away?" Bulma asked, confused.

"It must be something important that Stella didn't want Goro to know. I have a question for you now." Vegeta answered and then informed Skya.

"Yes?" Skya asked, confused.

"That you can remember, has anyone ever called you absentminded, spacey, or airheaded?" Vegeta asked, looking at her.

"Oh, yes. A lot of people!" Skya answered with a smile.

"Do they tell you that you're very forgetful?" Vegeta asked again.

"Sometimes." Skya answered truthfully, thinking hard.

"That's what I thought." Vegeta spoke, sighing in disbelief.

"What's going on?" Bulma asked.

"There's a reason that her mind keeps hiding it; it wasn't meant for Skya herself. It was meant for the original Venarian who was different like Skya." Vegeta explained.

"What do you mean?" Trunks and Bulma asked, confused, demanding an answer.

"I mean: Skya is either a reincarnation of the previous Venarian—or she's a host for the previous Venarian. Which one, I don't know. Her mother must've known; she told her something. But I don't know what that something is. Whatever "it" is, her mother didn't want Goro to know. Her mother once told me that if she ever had a daughter, she'd be special: she'd be so much more then herself—or more than she would ever know. Her mother knew her daughter was going to be connected to the last Venarian like her in some way." Vegeta explained, watching Skya.

"But what does that all mean?" Bulma asked, becoming frustrated.

"It means that Skya has potential. It also means that her mate will get whatever powers she was meant to have. Which means—my offspring will outrank any of Kakarot's! Woohoo!" Vegeta exclaimed, doing a happy dance.

"What are we going to do about this Goro?" Goten asked, confused.

"We fight—and we take him down." Vegeta plainly answered.

"But Da—Goro has an entire army; they're all very strong." Skya spoke up.

"Yes, and so do we. Girl, I know what your dad has for people, and I know what I have for people. I've taken on more people than just me before—and I'll do it again if I have to. As much as I hate to admit it, Kakarot is very strong—even stronger than myself. We also have his sons: Gohan and Goten, my son, Trunks, the Namek, and several others—most reliable. We'll be fine. I've been waiting years for this." Vegeta sternly informed.

"Ok." Skya replied, looking down.

"Skya, is something wrong?" Bulma asked, noticing that Skya had become pale.

"Huh? Oh, no; I'm ok. I-I'm just going to go lie down for a little bit if that's ok." Skya softly answered, a bit out of it; she was very confused and upset right now.

"Yeah, that's ok." Bulma replied as they all watched her walk away.

"Umm… Where am I staying again?" Skya asked, confused, turning around.

"I'll show you." Trunks sighed, rubbing her back a little as they walked.

"Thank you." Skya softly thanked Trunks as he guided her to their room.

"This is where our room is. Do you want to be alone or…?" Trunks started but was cut off by Skya grabbing hold of his shirt and crying into his chest.

"I guess you want me to stay." Trunks spoke, sadly smiling as he held her, not knowing what to do; he didn't know what was wrong. The only thing he could think to do was hold and let Skya cry.

After a few minutes, Trunks and Skya heard Bulma and Vegeta yelling at each other.

"Can I have something to drink?" Skya softly asked, turning her head a little.

"Yeah; I'll get you something. I want to talk to Dad about something anyway. I'll be right back." Trunks replied, reluctantly pulling himself away from Skya.

With The Others:

"What was that all about?" Goten asked, confused.

"I think she's upset and confused." Bulma answered with a sad sigh.

"We knew that. It's not just that she's confused; I think it was too much for her to take." Vegeta spoke up, huffing as he crossed his arms.

"Maybe she wasn't supposed to know?" Chi-Chi asked.

"I don't know about that. Whatever's hiding inside her head wants to come out but can't for some reason." Piccolo explained, speaking up.

"Do you think it's waiting for her to reach a certain age?" Goku asked.

"No." Piccolo replied, looking at his idiot friend.

"Then what?" Bulla asked, interested.

"Uhh…" Piccolo started, looking at Vegeta and Bulma.

"Bulla, how would you like to go shopping with some of your friends or something? Here, have some money." Vegeta bribed, making Bulla squeal with happiness.

"Come on, Goten; you can come shopping with me as well—if you'd like." Bulla pleaded with a smile.

The poor idiot happily obliged, not realizing he was just going along to hold and carry her things.

"Take Pan with you, please." Videl and Gohan told Bulla and Goten.

"Fine." Bulla replied, not really caring; she was getting to go shopping.

"Aww man! Shopping?!" Pan complained.

"Go." Videl firmly told Pan, pointing.

"Fine…" Pan grumbled, following Bulla and Pan.

"Why was it so important to get those two out of the house?" Chi-Chi asked, confused.

"The thing in Skya's head: it's waiting for her to mate—on her terms." Piccolo explained, confusing Chi-Chi and Bulma.

"Mate?" Bulma and Chi-Chi asked, confused while Vegeta and Piccolo blankly stared at them.

Goku, Gohan, and Videl couldn't help but snicker and laugh.

"He means sex." Gohan pointed out after a few minutes.

"Oh. OH!" Bulma and Chi-Chi exclaimed in realization.

"But what does that have to do with that coming out of her head?" Videl asked, watching Vegeta.

"Not sure. But I do know that once she mates on her terms, whatever it is will come out and either bestow her with the powers she was meant to have or transfer to her mate. And as we found out yesterday, Venarians have some of the same traditions as Saiyans. Well, I'm going to head out now. Have a wonderful day." Piccolo explained before teleporting away, leaving everyone confused.

"Ummm… What did he mean by that last part, Vegeta?" Goku asked, looking at Vegeta, clearly confused.

"You're kidding, right?" Vegeta asked, dumbfounded, looking at Goku while everyone else shook their heads.

"No. I really don't know." Goku replied, scratching his head.

"Because Trunks is a Saiyan prince and the girl is the Venarian princess, I was supposed to mate her at least once. However, as the girl's mother said, because Trunks is only half-Saiyan, that rule is null and void." Vegeta explained, crossing his arms, annoyed.

"Yeah, let's go back to that, shall we? What is that all about?" Bulma asked, folding her arms. Honestly, she had completely forgotten all about that—and Vegeta saw that.

"Good going, Kakarot… It's been the tradition for centuries. Saiyans of royal descendant must mate their male offspring's mate at least once. Female offspring of royal Venarian descent must mate with their mate's father. It's how it is—and has been for centuries. The reason my dad didn't take and mate you, was because—well, you know: he's dead." Vegeta explained, slightly annoyed.

"You didn't seem to know there was a loophole with Trunks only being half-Saiyan. What were you going to do? Fuck Skya whenever you felt like it? Does she really not get a choice in all of this? She's already had that choice taken away from God only knows how many times." Bulma snapped.

"I would've talked to the boy and the girl first. And hey; I don't want to fuck the girl. She's a cute little thing, but she's not my type. Also, I knew her mother a long time ago. No, I never had an interest in her—nor did she have an interest in me. I knew she had someone already, but I didn't know who. I've heard of Chikyu to Tsuki, but never met him. My dad, grandpa, and I have known that family for the last hundred or so years. As for having to fuck the girl, which I don't have to do because the boy isn't full Saiyan; it's just some stupid tradition." Vegeta explained, crossing his arms.

"Can't you change that tradition?" Chi-Chi asked, looking at Vegeta.

"No, I can't. Not anymore at least." Vegeta answered, crossing his arms.

"Why not?" Trunks asked, annoyed and pissed off, walking in on everyone.

"Where's Skya?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks.

"I'm here." Skya softly spoke up from behind Trunks; she was very pale.

"Skya, you can go back to the room; I can bring you something to drink." Trunks calmly told her.

"No, it's ok." Skya replied, looking down.

"Skya, did you know about any of this?" Bulma asked.

"Kind of… When I was little, Mom told me that she made it so girls wouldn't have to mate with their mate's father. Recently, I had asked Da—Goro and Cassius about it; they both said that it wasn't required. But even if it was required, Cassius's father was dead—or so they told me. But if Mama's right; he's still alive somewhere. As for Saiyans: I don't know anything about their traditions—or much about them in general." Skya honestly answered, looking at her feet.

"Dad, you can't really expect her to have sex with you, can you?" Trunks asked, looking directly at his father.

"It's not that simple. If I could change the rules, I would." Vegeta answered, eyes twitching.

"Why can't you?!" Trunks and Bulma furiously demanded answers.

Meanwhile, Skya stood there, ashamed.

"Because there aren't enough Saiyans to vote on it—nor is my father alive to consent to it! Also, before you say anything: I don't have the book of rules to be able to change it!" Vegeta yelled, pissed off.

"You need your father's consent? Vegeta, you're king of the freaking Saiyans now! And there are several freaking Saiyans here—even if most of them are only half!" Bulma yelled back, equally pissed off.

"If I had that book of rules, I wouldn't need his consent! But yes, I would need his consent otherwise because my great grandfather made the rule. And my grandfather and father wrote that they agreed with all of this. Something about a thrill or something with being with a younger girl who isn't their wife! There hasn't been a girl born into my side of the family in forever; Bulla is the first in several generations! So, that all goes out the window. Why are we even talking about this in the first place? He's not a full Saiyan, so this tradition doesn't apply to him!" Vegeta yelled, still pissed.

"Still… Well, where is this book then?" Bulma asked, trying to stay calm.

"It was destroyed with my home planet!" Vegeta exclaimed.

"Then, can't you just make a new book of rules?" Bulma asked, pissed off.

"No, I can't. If I could, I would." Vegeta replied as calmly as he could.

Ten Minutes Later:

Vegeta and Bulma stood there, fighting while the others sat there watching.

"I'm sorry…" Skya interjected, apologizing as tears ran down her face, getting everyone's attention.

"Skya…" "No. I'm just causing problems being here. Maybe I should've never showed up. Maybe it was just a mistake." Trunks started only for Skya to tearfully interrupt him.

"No. Don't you dare or ever say that. Sweetie, this isn't your fault. You being here is the furthest thing from being a mistake. We all love you here." Bulma thoughtfully replied, walking over to, and held onto Skya's shoulders.

"*Sigh…* I don't know why because the tradition doesn't apply to them, but I'll go see what I can do. But let me make this perfectly clear: I make no promises. Come on, Kakarot; you can come with me." Vegeta ordered before teleporting away—with Goku right behind him.

"What do you think he meant by that?" Chi-Chi asked, confused.

"Maybe he's going to find a way to change the rules." Gohan and Videl suggested.

"Maybe." Bulma sighed.

"I hope so. That's a crappy tradition—even if it doesn't apply to them. Anyway: we should get going. If Goku comes back here, send him home." Chi-Chi told Bulma, standing up.

"Will do. See you around." Bulma replied while Chi-Chi, Gohan, and Videl started heading out.

"Now, Skya: don't you worry about anything. None of this crap is your fault; it's Saiyan tradition that's at fault. Don't you ever regret or think that coming here was a mistake. You coming here was not a mistake. True, you came here with the purpose of warning Vegeta and all of us: it wasn't to find love and family. But that's what happened. And we're so glad it did. We love and want you to stay here." Bulma kindly but seriously stated, hugging Skya.

"Ok… Thank you." Skya softly replied, crying on Bulma's shoulder.

"You're welcome. Now, what would you like to drink?" Bulma calmly asked with a cheerful smile.

"What do you have here?" Skya asked, sniffling a little.

"Would you like to try orange juice or something?" Bulma kindly asked.

"Oh, I love orange juice. I didn't know Earth had that as well." Skya replied, perking up a little bit.

"Earth has a lot of oranges to make orange juice with. Here, I'll put it in a water bottle; just bring it out later. Trunks, why don't you take her to your room to relax for a little while?" Bulma suggested with a smile, pouring orange juice into a water bottle before sitting down, tapping her fingers on the table.

If you couldn't tell, Bulma was still pissed.

"Right. Come on, Skya." Trunks agreed, taking Skya's hand as she started drinking the orange juice Bulma gave her…