"Here we are. We'll get you a few plenty of clothes and whatever else you may need or want. Then we'll get some groceries while we're here as well." Bulma told Skya and then everyone.

"Groceries?" Skya asked, confused.

"Food shopping." Trunks explained.

"Oh…" Skya replied.

"Do you have enough bras and panties? You can't try those in stores to see if they fit? I should've gotten measurements before we left." Bulma asked and then complained, just thinking about it.

"Yes, I have bras and panties." Skya softly answered, a little red in the face.

"Ok. Good. Then today we'll try on dresses, skirts, shirts, shorts, pants, and pajamas. Ooh. Maybe a swimsuit or two." Bulma instructed, looking around.

"I'm not allowed to wear pants or shorts." Skya responded, watching Bulma.

"Sweetie, here on Earth, girls can wear whatever they want." Bulma explained, looking at Skya.

"Really?" Skya asked, stunned.

"Yes. You can wear whatever you think is comfy." Bulma told Skya.

"Ok." Skya replied with a soft smile as they started looking. She had always wondered what it would be like to wear pants—or at least shorts.

"Let's see… These are cute. We'll start with small and medium; there's no way you're a large. Follow me." Bulma instructed, immediately picking out a shirt, skirt, a pair of shorts, pants, and a dress. It's not that she wanted Skya to get these specific articles of clothing; she just wanted to what sizes they needed to get Skya.

Just about all the clothes Skya tried on that fit were all small adult. However, she wanted her shirts in adult medium because she liked looser shirts; she felt comfier in them. And her shoe size was 7.0.

Because she was helping Skya in the changing room, Bulma found out that bra size was a 28C; she figured her swimsuit size would be around the same.

Honestly, trying on swimsuits, Skya was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable. But she made it through—without Trunks and Vegeta seeing; Bulma shooed them away until they were done with that part.

Bulla tried helping with swimsuits, saying Trunks would like this or that. Bulma had to step in and put her foot down when she saw how uncomfortable Skya was in them.

Bulla found there swimsuits she thought Skya looked good in—that Trunks would like:

The first one was so small, it went up Skya's butt, and her breasts were almost falling out.

The second one made her breasts pop too much, and the bottoms were like a sexy pair of underwear.

The final one was lace that made Skya itch; it also made her breasts pop too much. The only thing keeping the bottoms together was thin strings.

"Hmmm… How abo—" "Bulla, that's enough. Skya's not comfortable. And as for whether Trunks will like the swimsuits or not, doesn't matter. What matters is that Skya likes and is comfortable wearing. Also, your brother will like whatever Skya's wearing. Here, try these on; you should be more comfortable in them." Bulla started only to have Bulma stop and scold her. She then handed Skya two different swimsuits that were modest but somewhat sexy at the same time:

The first one was turquoise bottoms with the short skirt attached to cover her lower half. The top stopped halfway to her belly button, was white and turquoise striped, and pushed her breasts up but didn't pop out.

The second one was purple bottoms that looked more like booty shorts with a purple top that covered everything. The breast cups looked and were shaped like shells. This one showed more of Skya's stomach.

"Bulla, please go wait with your father and Trunks; I need to do this last thing with just Skya. Make sure they don't come back here—especially Trunks." Bulma instructed when something caught her eyes.

"Aww man!" Bulla complained.

"Just go and I'll take you to the mall next weekend." Bulma promised.

"Ok." Bulla immediately changed her tune and happily agreed before quickly walking back to Vegeta and Trunks.

"Ok… We're safe." Bulma sighed when Bulla disappeared around a corner.

"Is everything ok? What's going on?" Skya asked, confused and scared.

"Oh, yes; everything's perfect. Sorry. I just didn't want Bulla here for this last bit of clothes shopping because of how she gets. Eventually, I'll take her shopping for this type of outfit, but not today. Today is your day. Follow me. I don't mean to embarrass, upset, or push you into anything you don't want or aren't ready for. But for when you are ready, I want you to have something special." Bulma sincerely told Skya, walking into a sexy lingerie area.

"What is all this?" Skya asked, blushing, looking at the outfits she was seeing.

"Don't panic; these are just special nightwear. Well, these ones not so much; these are more my and Vegeta's pace. Your pace is around the corner. Just hold on once minute." Bulma explained to Skya before looking through sexy corset sets, teddies, and garter belts—picking one of each.

"Ok, I'm done. Come with me and we'll get you taken care of." Bulma instructed, pushing their cart around the corner.

"Now, these are more your pace. For when you're ready to make love with Trunks, you can store these in your bag or somewhere. Well—mainly with these ones: these you can wear any time you want. These ones are called "babydolls." They're just short, see-through dresses. You can get ones with a built-in bra that will push your breast up more—or not. You can get sets that come with some kind of underwear. But I think with you, we'll get you a pair of boyshorts: that's a type of women's underwear that look like short shorts. They go really well with babydolls. They can be used for sleeping in without having sexual activity, but that's mainly what they're for. These ones here are called camisoles; they're just tank tops with shorts and are usually satin or silk. These are used for both sexual activity and just sleeping. So pick out a babydoll or two, and two camisoles." Bulma explained before telling Skya.

"Ok." Skya replied; she was slightly nervous, but at the same time, she was intrigued.

It took her a few minutes, but Skya eventually picked out a baby-blue babydoll with navy-blue boyshorts, a dark blue camisole with stars, and a purple camisole with silver and blue sequins.

"We'll just stick these under everything else: they'll be a surprise for Trunks. Let's head back before they send a search party for us. I think we took a little longer than I planned. Don't you worry; that's on me, not you. I hadn't planned on looking at special outfits for me. But never mind that; let's head back. I think we're going to need a different cart for groceries." Bulma stated, looking at Skya after hiding all the sexy lingerie.

"Maybe one day, you and Trunks will be just as adventurous as Vegeta and me. I do like it slow and sensual, but I love it rough. Boy does Vegeta go rough on me? But he's never rough enough to where he leaves any bruises. Anal can be fun as well. But with that, Vegeta can't be as rough: the last time I couldn't sit for nearly a week. There was a time where I had to constantly remind Vegeta not to destroy my clothes; I was buying new outfits every week it seemed. But as rough as he can be, he can be oh so gentle as well. Oh, the way he caresses my breasts and butt." Bulma absentmindedly went on and on about her and Vegeta's sex life. And she kept going until they heard Vegeta, Trunks, and Bulla.

Poor Skya: she was just walking with Bulma, listening to her every word, wishing she hadn't. But she had been taught to listen to and not interrupt someone who was talking to her.

On the way back to the guys and Bulla, Bulma absentmindedly started talking about her and Vegeta's sex life.

With Trunks & Vegeta:

"What's taking them so damn long?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.

"It's swimsuits. You know how Mom and Bulla get—especially Bulla." Trunks replied as they sat in the shoes, waiting.

"I should've told you mother I was going to train." Vegeta mumbled.

"Then you would've missed out on dinner—wherever that's going to be. Probably just takeout though—if Mom really plans on grocery shopping." Trunks replied.

"Yeah—I know." Vegeta grumbled.

"This isn't so bad, is it?" Trunks asked, looking at his father.

"It's annoying—but no; it's not terrible. I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life—but you need to mark the girl as soon as possible. Because I'm sure Goro and Cassius have tricks up their sleeves and will somehow try to get her back before a year's time. If you don't want to lose her; you have to mark her." Vegeta replied and then sternly told Trunks.

"I know… But I want it to be her choice. I don't want to take any more choices away from her: I won't take any more choices away from her. And I don't want her to regret anything." Trunks replied, sighing at the end.

"I know how you feel—but sometimes you have to make decisions that will keep your loved ones safe." Vegeta sincerely spoke.

"I know." Trunks sighed.

"What are you talking about?" Bulla asked, walking over.

"Personal stuff. Where are Skya and Mom?" Trunks answered and then asked, noticing it was only Bulla.

"Aww! You're no fun! Mom said she had something to do with Skya—alone. She told to go wait with you two. She also told me to tell you not to even think about going to find them." Bulla answered.

"What is that woman planning now?" Vegeta asked, annoyed, leaning against the mirror behind the bench he was sitting on.

"I don't know. But I know I saw Mom looking at the sex underwear/pajamas." Bulla replied.

"Jeez… We're never going to get out of this place." Vegeta complained, folding his arms across his chest.

However, in his own thoughts, Vegeta couldn't help but imagine the things Bulma was getting—and all the stuff they'd be doing.

Trunks and Bulla saw the smirk on Vegeta's face: Trunks stood up and looked away while Bulla walked around the corner and started gagging.

"I can hear you." Vegeta let Bulla know she was being loud and didn't go far enough.

Bulla came back around after a minute or so and sat next to Vegeta. At the same time, Trunks stood and waited, watching for Skya.

"So…" Bulla started, looking at Trunks.

"What?" Trunks asked, watching his sister.

"Skya's got a cute body." Bulla told Trunks, causing him to just stare at her blankly.

"What? She does—now that she's not covered in bruises and such. She's small. Seriously, I didn't realize how tiny she was. Mom said there's a scale in the changing room; she said Skya only weighs 105lbs at 5'0". How she can be that tiny and have those sized boobs is beyond me. Her boobs, by the way, are 28C. She looks great in a bikini. Although Mom wouldn't let her get one of those: she made her get two different ones." Bulla stated, being dramatic.

"Mom didn't do no such thing. Mom let Skya pick out what she wanted—and was comfortable in. Skya was not comfortable in any of the ones you wanted her to get." Bulma sternly retorted, walking over with Skya—who was redder than a fire hydrant.

"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, noticing Skya right away.

"Uh-huh…" Skya replied, not looking up.

"What'd you do to her? Did you make her watch you try on dirty lingerie?" Bulla asked, looking from Bulma to Skya. This only caused Skya's face to go an even darker shade of red before her nose started bleeding.

"Oh. Hold on. Sit down and tilt your head back. Vegeta, Bulla—one of you up." Bulma instructed, leading Skya to sit on the bench.

Vegeta gladly stood up; he could sit anymore.

Bulla, on the other hand, stood because she didn't want to get blood on her.

"Fair warning: this is probably going to feel weird." Bulma warned Skya before sticking a twisted-up piece of tissue paper up Skya's nose.

"Just keep your head leaned back. Your nose should stop bleeding in a minute or so. Vegeta, go get another cart." Bulma instructed.

"Why do we need another cart?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.

"Groceries." Bulma simply answered.

"Are you serious? Fine. Fine. I'll go get another damn cart." Vegeta grumbled, wandering to the carts section to get another cart.

"What'd you do to her?" Bulla asked again.

"Nothing. We just had a conversation. And as you've figured out already, I took her to the lingerie area; I picked out a few things for myself." Bulma told Bulla with a straight face.

"Uh-huh…" Bulla replied like she didn't believe her mother.

"Here's your damn cart." Vegeta grumbled when he got back.

"Thank you, Dear." Bulma replied with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah…" Vegeta grumbled.

"Ok. Trunks, I'm going to leave the cart with you and Skya; take her around the store while your father, Bulla, and I go grocery shopping." Bulma instructed.

"Wait. Why do I have to go with you? Why can't I stay with them?" Bulla asked, frustrated.

"We're going to let them have time to themselves to maybe get to know each other more. You don't need to be butting in." Bulma told Bulla.

"But… Can't I go off on my own?" Bulla asked, frustrated.

"No. You have a tendency to get things. If you want to go to the mall next weekend, you can't get a whole lot here. Now, come on. We'll meet up by the pharmacy in half an hour or so." Bulma sternly told Bulla before calmly telling Trunks and Skya.

"Ok." Trunks replied, watching Skya.

"Fine." Bulla grumbled, following her parents.

Three Minutes Later:

"How are you feeling?" Trunks asked when Skya lifted her head, and the tissues came out. Trunks stuck them in his pocket until they could find a trash can.

"I'm ok." Skya replied, still blushing.

"What happened?" Trunks asked, looking at Skya.

"Huh?" Skya asked, slightly confused.

"What did my mother do?" Trunks asked.

Skya instantly remembered what he meant, and her face went red again. But her nose didn't start bleeding this time.

"I learned more about your parents, and what they like to do—in bed, than I care to say." Skya softly mumbled, holding her hands in front of her as she looked down with a blush.

Trunks just stared at her with a blank face; he knew what she was meant. He was just shocked to say anything.

"I am so sorry you had to hear about that." Trunks apologized after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"It's not your fault. If anything, it's mine; I never stopped her. But I was always told it was rude to interrupt someone when they're talking. And your mom has been so nice this last—since yesterday—and none of you know me. And you're all so kind." Skya spoke, looking up.

"I can't speak for my family, but I love you." Trunks told Skya, taking her hands in his.

"I love you too. I've never felt more safe than when I'm with you. I'm going to be in so much trouble. I'm sorry." Skya softly spoke and then apologized when she felt tears running down her cheeks.

"Don't apologize; it's fine." Trunks asked, rubbing tears away.

He held his hand still on her cheek as a thought came to him.

"We'll take it day-by-day and work on it together. Now, if you want to go looking around the store, we'd better go now—before we run out of time." Trunks told Skya.

"What's that smell?" Skya asked when they walked out of the clothes and into the store's grocery section.

"That would be the deli. They sell food on the go." Trunks answered, looking towards the deli.

"Food on the go?" Skya asked, confused.

"Come on; I'll show you." Trunks insisted, taking Skya's hand while simultaneously pushing the cart. Skya went willingly.

"Hello, how may I help you?" An older man on the other side of the counter asked.

"Yes, can I get a medium cheese curd and a medium popcorn chicken?" Trunks asked, noticing Skya had no clue what anything was.

"Of course. Would you like to pay for it back here or are you going to wait?" The man asked, looking at Trunks.

"I'll pay here." Trunks replied.

"Of course. Just a minute, please." The man replied.

"What kind of food is this?" Skya asked, looking at everything.

"Chicken and deep-fried cheese." Trunks replied.

"Chicken I've heard of. But that looks different than what Mom put in the alfredo sauce." Skya spoke when she saw what the man was scooping into a paper cup with a plastic lid.

"Chicken can be prepared a lot of different ways. Actually, lot of different foods can be prepared in different ways. Rice, burger, pork, shrimp, noodles, etc. You name it: it can probably be made in several ways." Trunks explained, watching Skya with a smile.

"Ok, that'll be $6.75." The man informed Trunks.

"Keep the change." Trunks politely told the man, handing him $7.00.

"Thank you. Have a nice night." The man politely told Trunks and Skya.

"Thank you." Trunks and Skya replied before walking away.

"What do you want to try first?" Trunks asked, holding the food.

"I don't know. Umm… I guess the deep-fried cheese. I've had chicken before." Skya replied, unsure.

"Ok. Here. You might want to blow on it first; they're hot," Trunks instructed, handing her a cheese curd.

Skya wasn't sure, but she trusted Trunks; she lightly blew on the cheese curd and then bit into half of it.

"Mmm!" Skya made a noise when she pulled the other half, and the cheese stretched out. She had no clue what was wrong.

"Hahaha!" Trunks couldn't help but laugh at her.

"I'm sorry; I don't mean to laugh at you. That's normal; that's just the cheese. They're small enough, you can pop an entire one in your mouth." Trunks apologized and explained, causing her to eat the other half.

"Can I have another one?" Skya asked, looking at Trunks.

"You want to try a piece of chicken first?" Trunks asked, looking at Skya.

"Sure." Skya eagerly replied.

Trunks handed her the chicken, and just like the cheese curd, Skya lightly blew on it. However, his time, she popped the entire thing in her mouth.

She swallowed it, but Trunks could tell just by looking at her face that she didn't like it.

"No?" Trunks asked with a slight smile.

"I don't like the outside. It's too spicy." Skya replied, licking her hand.

"Spicy?" Trunks asked before popping one in his mouth. Sure enough, it was spicy.

He looked at the cup and realized he didn't read the tag right; it was Flaming Hot popcorn chicken.

"Skya, I'm sorry; I ordered the wrong chicken. That, or I miscommunicated with the guy at the counter. I thought these were regular popcorn chicken. Instead, we got Flaming Hot popcorn chicken." Trunks apologized, watching Skya lick her hand to try to get the spice off her tongue.

"Come with me." Trunks instructed, taking her hand; he led her and the cart to a water fountain.

"Push this down and drink; it's just water." Trunks explained; Skya immediately started drinking water.

"Better?" Trunks asked after a minute—when she finally pulled away.

"Yeah. But now I have to use the bathroom." Skya admitted, blushing.

"Right here. Umm… This one's for females; I can't go in with you." Trunks guided Skya in, but as he told her, he could not go in.

Skya got in and out as fast as she could. She didn't even sit on the toilet; she stood over it.

She washed and dried her hands, and she was out of there.

She felt incredibly uncomfortable in there, but she didn't know why.

"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, noticing she looked panicked.

"Mmmhmm…" Skya hummed.

"Can we go look around now?" Skya asked after a few seconds.

"Sure." Trunks replied, watching her; he didn't feel or sense anything in there.

'Maybe a bad memory or something.' Trunks thought to himself.

"Can I push the thingamajig?" Skya asked, looking at Trunks.

"The cart?" Trunks asked.

"Yeah, that." Skya replied with a soft smile.

"If you really want." Trunks replied before popping a popcorn chicken in his mouth.

"Yay." Skya happily cheered before taking the handle.

"Hmm?" Skya noticed the cup of cheese curds in the seat.

"You can have the cheese curds; I'll eat the popcorn chicken." Trunks answered with a smile; he didn't mind the spice.

"Are you sure?" Skya asked, leaning against the cart, holding still.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Let's go." Trunks replied, leading the way.

Five Minutes Later:

They wandered past the pet food, toys, treats, etc., cleaning supplies, and sodas.

They were now entering the aisle containing candles and air fresheners.

"What are these? Are they magic?" Skya asked, excited, looking at all the candles in jars. There were all sorts of different colors and smells.

"They're candles. No, they're not magic themselves. Some people use candles in magic, but they're not magic. Basically, they're scented wax." Trunks answered and then continued when she didn't look like she understood what a candle was.

"Eww. The stuff in people's ears?" Skya asked, looking at Trunks.

"No. Here… This one is lilac-scented." Trunks opened and handed Skya a purple candle.

Skya took the candle and sniffed.

"Ooh. That smells pretty." Skya spoke, looking at Trunks.

"Do you want to get a few?" Trunks asked, looking at Skya.

"Can I?" Skya asked, looking at Trunks.

"I don't see why not. I have money; I can take care of it. Don't worry; pick a few." Trunks told Skya.

"Can I smell more?" Skya asked, looking at the candles.

"Sure. What peaks your interest?" Trunks asked, looking at the candles.

"This one?" Skya asked, holding the lilac one.

"Sure." Trunks replied, smiling as he took the candle from her. He put the lid back on and stuck it in the cart before watching as Skya scanned the shelves.

"That one?" Skya asked, pointing to a pink one.

The larger candles were up higher, and she couldn't quite reach them; she could only reach the smaller ones.

"Cherry blossoms." Trunks stated, opening the candle, and handed it to Skya.

"This is pretty too." Skya spoke.

"Want that one?" Trunks asked, watching Skya—watching her face light up; it made him happy.

"Yes, please." Skya replied.

In the end, they grabbed:

· Lilac

· Cherry Blossom

· Hazelnut Cream

· Mixed Berry

· Pumpkin Pie

There were quite a few she didn't like and made faces, that Trunks couldn't help but laugh at her a little:

· Cotton

· Campfire

· Eucalyptus + Sage

· Ocean

· Cinnamon

"Ready to head to the next area?" Trunks asked.

"Ye—" Skya started but noticed a candle she didn't see before.

"Skya? Do you see something?" Trunks asked, looking at Skya.

"What's that one?" Skya asked, pointing to a brown candle.

"Mmmm. It says, "Rustic Woods." Do you want to smell?" Trunks asked, opening the candle.

Something inside her head was screaming at her to say "no." But at the same time, something was telling her to smell it.

"Ye-yeah." Skya stuttered.

"Hold on. I'll hold it." Trunks told Skya, holding it in front of her face.

Something flashed across her face the moment he brought that candle down: Trunks just wasn't sure of and was going to take any precautions needed.

She barely took a whiff of the candle, and Skya was on her knees, having a panic attack.

"Skya? Skya, it's ok. It's ok." Trunks immediately cooed, pulling Skya into his arms, letting her cling to him after setting the candle on a shelf. All she could do was hyperventilate and shake in his arms.

"Hey, Trunks… What's going on?" Gohan asked, concerned, walking around a corner with Videl. He didn't notice Skya until he saw Trunks pull her up a little.

"Shopping. Started with clothes. Then we got some spicy popcorn chicken and cheese curds from the deli. Now, we're candle smelling. Found one that triggered something." Trunks answered in the short version, rocking with Skya.

"Really? What scent?" Gohan asked.

"Rustic Woods." Trunks answered.

"Where'd you put it? In your cart?" Videl asked, looking at the shelves.

"No. If all it takes to set Skya off is barely a whiff, I'm not bringing it home; I set it on the shelf just above us." Trunks answered.

"Where?" Gohan asked, looking at the shelf where Trunks set the candle.

"What do you mean where? It's right the—" Trunks started, only to stop and stare in shock when the candle wasn't where he put it.

"It was right there; that's where I set it. Aside from you two, no one's been down this aisle. I don't sense or feel anything. Do you?" Trunks explained and then asked, looking at Gohan.

"No. Dad's not here. Is it just you two?" Gohan asked, looking at Trunks.

"No. Mom, Dad, and Bulla are here as well; they're grocery shopping." Trunks answered.

"Obviously, something's going on, but there's nothing here. If there was, Vegeta would be all over it." Gohan replied.

"I know. Skya, we need to get up; we have to get out of this aisle and move onto the next. Just relax; I'm right here. Ok? I'm right here." Trunks promised Skya.

"We're here as well; we'll just stick with you until you decide to leave." Gohan stated, ready at all costs.

"I'll go see if I can find Bulma, Vegeta, and Bulla." Videl spoke, backing out of the aisle.

"Videl, be careful." Gohan warned.

"Right." Videl understood.

With Bulma, Vegeta, and Bulla:

"Just how much are you planning on getting?" Vegeta asked, annoyed, watching his wife place boxes upon boxes of different kinds of pasta and noodles in the cart with several cans of sauces.

"I'm getting everything we need, plus some things that Skya would like as well. She's part of the family now and has a say in what we have for dinner. And why do you think I told you come with me? Yes, it was so that Trunks and Skya could get to know each other and have time to themselves. Yes, it's because I enjoy the company. But it's also to send you two to get things as well; it makes everything go faster." Bulma answered and then explained, watching her husband and daughter.

"Well, are we almost done?" Bulla impatiently asked.

"Almost, yes. Now, come on. Vegeta, here's a list of meats: please go get them and bring them back to the cart. Bulla, this is a list of sweets: please get and bring them to me. I'll be in one of these aisles." Bulma calmly instructed, handing Vegeta and Bulla lists and a pen so they could mark off what they got before sending them on their way.

Fifteen Minutes Later:

"Now, is that everything?" Vegeta and Bulla complained.

"Almost. We just have to get milk, juice, maybe some alcohol, and frozen items. Then we'll find Trunks and Skya." Bulma replied, leading the way.

"I should've stayed home." Vegeta and Bulla grumbled, following a smiling Bulma.

Five Minutes Later:

Bulma, Vegeta, and Bulla just got to the frozen aisles when they ran into Videl. Well, actually, she ran into them.

"Videl, what brings you here? Is it just you? Or are Gohan and Pan here?" Bulma asked, watching Videl.

"What's going on?" Vegeta asked, noticing something.

"Something's wrong with Skya. I don't know what. Gohan and I came for some groceries and to get ideas for something to get Chi-Chi for her birthday next month. We turned to go into the candles and found Trunks holding Skya in his arms; she couldn't breathe or stop shaking. Trunks said they were smelling and picking out candles when they came to one called "Rustic Woods." He said Skya just barely got a whiff of it and was on her knees, panicking. Neither Trunks nor Gohan sensed anything, but there has to be something, right?" Videl explained, slightly out of breath.

"Guess we'll have to wait to get frozen items until a different day. Do you think they're still in the candles?" Bulma asked, watching Vegeta.

"Trunks was trying to get her out of that aisle when I left." Videl answered.

"Let's go." Vegeta instructed, taking off ahead of the girls.

With Trunks, Skya, & Gohan:

Trunks got Skya up and walked with her while Gohan pushed the cart for them.

It was almost like walking with a zombie—until something new caught Skya's attention.

"Hmm? What is it?" Trunks asked when Skya leaned her head back to look down an aisle they were just passing.

"Blankets and pillows?" Gohan asked, confused.

"Do you want to go down this aisle?" Trunks asked, watching Skya.

"Uh-huh…" Skya absentmindedly answered, walking into the aisle.

"Did you bring any blankets or pillows from home?" Trunks asked as Skya looked at and felt several different blankets and pillows.

"No. My pillows were flat because most of the stuffing came out; I had them since I was five—just before Mom was killed. The blankets weren't really mine: the itchy one was Goro's; he had given it to me to use when I was seven. I suppose one of them was mine—but I didn't want it; it was from Cassius. It had a picture of a hunter with his kill." Skya answered, looking at the blankets before sighing.

"Something wrong?" Gohan asked as Skya stood there with her hand on a shelf.

"Sometimes it's harder to forget than it is to remember. I try and try to forget things. Some things I forget easily—things I don't want to forget usually. Most things I can't forget. It's the things I want to forget that are impossible to forget. I can make myself forget things and lock them away way down somewhere in the dark. But they come back—they always come back. I just want to forget." Skya mumbled but was clear enough that Trunks and Gohan could understand her.

"Skya…" Trunks started, walking up to her. He slowly took her arm from the shelf and carefully turned her around to face him, but she was looking down.

"Skya, please; look at me. I can't make you forget anything, but I can help you to move on. But in order to do that, you need to talk to me; you have to let me in." Trunks told Skya once he had her attention.

"Now?" Skya asked, looking at Trunks.

"No—not now. And—it doesn't have to be me: you can talk to Mom if you want; she'll listen. I'm sure even Dad would listen—if you did something for him as well. Gohan or Videl. Bulla or Goten or Chi-Chi. You're not alone anymore. Let us in; let us help you." Trunks pleaded with Skya.

"It's a bad place." Skya spoke.

"Hmm? What's a bad place?" Trunks asked, looking at her.

"The cave: it's a bad place. Bad things happen in the cave. It's cursed. People go in, but they don't come out. People in brown robes and weird masks took Mom and me in the cave one time. The purple and white lizard man was there. Mom fought the best she could—but—she didn't come out. She made me run. Run and don't look back. I ran, but I looked back. The lizard man had pushed his tail through Mom's stomach and head. I ran—I left her there. I ran until I hit something, and everything went black. Then I woke up in bed. Da—Goro said his friend and his friend's son found me at the entrance of the tunnel; they recognized my crest and took me home. That's how I met Cassius; he's Goro's friend's son. I think that's when he said from that day forward, I belonged to Cassius. Cassius told Goro something about Saiyans—one in particular called "Vegeta" killed Mom. But I know what I saw: I saw the lizard man, not a short, cranky, short-tempered man with an ape tail, black hair, or black eyes. That's how Mom described Vegeta; he was a short, cranky, short-tempered Saiyan man with an ape tail, spiky black hair, and black eyes. She said he was her friend—even though she got on his nerves; she said it was fun picking on him and stuff. But they were just friends. Only the people who really knew her knew that. With how she talked about him, people who didn't know her, thought they were in love or something. She said not a lot of people understood or got him, but he was just lonely. He saved her a few times. I wish he were there that day; he would've saved her. He would've done what I couldn't, and maybe she'd still be alive. Then maybe Goro wouldn't tell me I'm a screwup who got her mother killed; it's my fault." Skya talked about a cave in a dull tone.

'That's definitely Dad in a nutshell.' Trunks thought to himself. He was going to say something, but she started talking again.

"The cave: Cassius took me back there a few months ago—shortly after Hojo and Hiei and their family moved away. He said I was going to get what I deserved. That was the first time he—did what he did best. It was at night, so it was dark except a few small lanterns. It was thundering and flashing lighting outside, but no water fell from the sky. It was cold because he kept us near the entrance of the cave so whatever was in there couldn't do nothing; it never went that far out. I wish he had taken us further in. Maybe the thing could've got him. Even if it got me too; it would've been better than that. It hurt and smelt of an unknown smell to me; I didn't recognize the smell. I'd never smelt anything like that before. And then—that candle thing… It smelt just like that night—just without the blood and sweat. It really hurt—a lot. I didn't want that; I wanted to die. That's all I wanted, but that never happened. All I've wanted these past five months was to die." Skya continued to explain some cave—where her mother was killed, and Cassius stole her virginity. In a way, he also stole her innocence.

To Trunks, Skya seemed innocent; he didn't care what others said. Cassius stole her virginity from her and her childhood innocence. But he didn't steal her general innocence.

Once again, Trunks tried to speak, but she once again spoke first. Just by how she talked—how she was blaming herself and talking about how she wanted to die, Trunks became more agitated by the second.

"But then, on a whim, I couldn't take it anymore. This last time was it; I was done. But I wasn't going to just end it all without getting back at them somehow. So I left. Just got my cats and some important things and ran away. I'd find some place safe for my cats after I found Mr. Vegeta and told him what was going on. Then after I told him everything, I was going to end it all. I didn't know how, but I was. Maybe one of the metal monsters like it almost happened when I first got here. I had to talk to Mr. Vegeta and then I'd leave right away. But then—something happened. Something that wasn't supposed to happen. I met very nice people. I met very nice people who said they wouldn't hurt me—said they'd protect me. I-I didn't know what to do. Things started to get all mixed around. I didn't understand—I don't understand—any of it. I don't understand the wings flying around in my stomach. I don't understand my breath being stolen away. I don't really know the person who makes me feel this way. The only thing I do know—and even understand is that he makes me feel warm instead of cold. Special instead of dirt. Happy instead of miserable. Safe instead of unsafe. For the first time in a long time since Mom: I feel loved again. But it's not the same kind of love Mom gave me; it's different. And—at first, I wasn't sure how I felt about it all. Honestly, it scared me; I've never felt like that before. Goro said that's how I was supposed to feel about Cassius—and in time I would. But I never did—and I never would. He was the main reason I wanted to die. But now: I'm warm, happy, safe, and loved. He is called Trunks—and I don't want to lose that; I want to keep this feeling no matter what. I don't want to go back; I want to stay here. I want to stay with Trunks. I want to stay with Trunks and his family." Skya spoke, crying, tears just falling down her face, clutching Trunks's shirt.

Finally, Skya was saying something that wasn't making Trunks so damn agitated.

"That's all you had to say. We want you to stay with us as well. We've wanted you since yesterday: day one. I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you; I'm not letting you go. MmmMmm… You're not going anywhere, except for home; you're stuck with me and my family now. I love you more than anything. You are my world now. You, my family, and friends. Fuck. Skya, you are my family now. I don't ever want to hear that you want to die ever again." Trunks sincerely but firmly told Skya, holding tightly onto her.

Trunks was too focused on Skya to realize Bulma, Vegeta, Bulla, Gohan, and Videl were all standing there, listening.

Gohan and Videl were holding each other, smiling at Trunks and Skya.

Bulma and Bulla were in tears; they were incredibly emotional. From sad to angry to incredibly happy.

Vegeta was just in shock; he couldn't believe any of what he heard. He hadn't realized Stella had told anybody—let alone a five-year-old any of when she and he were friends when they were younger. He wondered how many stories she told Skya now. However, the one thing he did know was the cave she was talking about and its history, legend, or myth.

Vegeta had been in that cave before; he went from one end to the other. The scariest thing he saw was a giant spider about the size of the lid of a cat treat container.

The cursed cave was just a scary story, made up to keep kids away because it was starting to collapse from the inside out.

However, that's not to say that what happened to Skya wasn't true. Just by how she talked and explained things, she wasn't lying. Her mother was killed there. And Cassius first raped, stole her virginity, and beat her there. All Skya has is bad memories and associates the cave as cursed.

Who wouldn't?

"Do you want to pick out a few pillows and blankets?" Trunks calmly asked Skya as he held her.

"Can I?" Skya softly asked.

"Just like the candles, yes; you can pick some pillows and blankets. It's your bed too; you should have some things for it. Same goes for the room; you live there, it's partially yours. I think the next aisle has rugs; you can pick one or two out." Trunks told Skya.

"Ok." Skya croaked; her voice was nearly gone.

Skya started slowly looking for pillows and blankets but was interrupted by Bulma speed walking over to her; she attacked her in a bear hug. Bulla was right behind her.

All Skya could do was repeatedly blink, somewhat shocked. Still, she didn't struggle; she just relaxed and looked at a fuzzy blue and purple blanket with hearts and butterflies all over it.

Once they let Skya go, Trunks and Skya finished their shopping.

She got the fuzzy blue and purple blanket along with four pillows—two regular, one small, fuzzy blue and purple, and one blue and purple body pillow.

Together, Trunks and Skya picked out a black and purple blanket with mandala designs all over. They also picked out two rugs—one sky-blue and one light purple.

"Trunks, take Skya and your sister out to the car; your father and I will take care of all this." Bulma instructed, taking the cart from Trunks; she was not taking "no" for an answer, and Trunks saw that.

"Ok. Oh, just hold on a second." Trunks replied, grabbing the cheese curds left in the front of the cart.

"Now, we can head out." Trunks stated, getting the car keys from Bulma.

"Is this ok?" Skya asked, leaning against Trunks once they were in the car.

"Any time." Trunks replied, kissing the top of her head.

"Ok. Thank you." Skya softly muttered before falling asleep.

"Aww man!" Bulla complained, watching as Trunks carefully shifted around so that Skya's head was on the front of his shoulder instead of the side of his shoulder.

"Mmmm…" Skya moaned in her sleep, slinking her arm over Trunks's stomach, clutching his shirt.

"That was easy. What's your issue?" Trunks noted before asking his sister, slightly annoyed. He had planned to move her arm himself, but Skya did that on her own.

"I wanted to talk to her." Bulla replied, huffing.

"It's been a long, stressful day for her. Miscarriage and a few different panic attacks from memories that haunt her. Leave her be. She lives with us; you'll have plenty of time to talk to her. I don't plan on ever losing her." Trunks explained, leaning back in his seat, wrapping his arm around Skya.

"Fine. I'm sorry for everything that's happened today." Bulla grumbled before sincerely apologizing.

"Thanks. I'm sure Skya would appreciate that as well." Trunks replied, smiling a little.

"Not just to her. I mean, I understand it happened directly to her, but it affects you as well, not just her. I mean, I understand it affects her more, but you're also affected by it all." Bulla started babbling.

"Bulla, you can stop. I understand what you're trying to say. Thank you. I'm not going to sit here and say it doesn't bother me because it does. But it doesn't affect me in the way you think. It hurts to see her hurting and not knowing what to do for her; it bothers me that I don't know how to help her. I think everything will be fine once she's calmed down, is used to everything, and understands that she's safe. She just needs time—and we all need to give it to her." Trunks calmly told Bulla, rubbing Skya's back.

"I know I don't say this enough, but I love you, Trunks." Bulla sincerely told Trunks.

"I love you too, Bulla—and I always will." Trunks sincerely replied with a smile.

Fifteen Minutes Later:

Trunks was half asleep when Bulma and Vegeta made it to the car—with three carts instead of two.

"Come on, Bulla; help us load the car." Bulma instructed.

"Just give me a second and I'll be out to help." Trunks insisted, stretching a little.

"No, you stay with Skya." Bulma and Vegeta immediately argued.

"You don't know who's out there. The last thing we need is for anything to happen to the girl because she's in the car alone. You stay." Vegeta ordered.

"And look how peaceful she is. Don't wake her. We've got this: come on, Bulla." Bulma sincerely told Trunks before ordering Bulla again.

"Why are there three carts instead of two? I thought there was only two." Bulla asked, looking at the carts.

"We had so much stuff food, it didn't fit into one cart. All the clothes and things your brother and Skya found fit into one cart, but not the food." Bulma calmly explained.

"That bagger had no clue what she was doing. That, and she wouldn't stop looking at her damn phone. Your mother had to tell her several times not to put something with something so they wouldn't get crushed, smashed, or cracked." Vegeta stated, annoyed.

"Come on. Where does everyone want to eat tonight? We're only going through drive thru." Bulma asked and then explained, packing things into the car.

Five Minutes Later:

Bulma, Vegeta, and Bulla got everything packed away and were just headed out for dinner when Skya slowly started waking up…