"How is she?" Bulma asked as soon as Trunks walked into the kitchen after marking Skya.

"What was with all the screaming? Did you finally have sex with Skya?" Bulla asked, walking down the hall.

"She's sleeping. And no, we didn't have sex; I marked her as mine so that Cassius, Goro, and whoever else can't touch her without my permission. And if they do; they'll be in for a world of pain. And before anyone says anything: Skya asked me to mark her; this is what she wanted. Mom: I know how it must've sounded with her screaming the way she was; so, thanks for checking up on her. I heard you burst into my room. And then I heard Dad pull you away and explain things to you." Trunks explained, looking at Bulma.

"You're so very welcome. I love you and Skya so much; she's my daughter now, and I will love and protect as such." Bulma replied, hugging Trunks.

"So, next comes sex, yes?" Bulla asked again.

"When she's ready—one hundred percent ready." Trunks replied with an annoyed huff.

"Bulla, leave your brother alone." Bulma scolded Bulla.

"Sorry." Bulla apologized.

"Are we waiting for Goku and everyone else? Or are we going to find whoever is available?" Trunks asked, looking at Vegeta.

"Well, Kakarot and his boys are visiting grandfathers or whoever. The wives aren't going to just let them leave. I suppose we find the others. What choice do we have?" Vegeta asked, annoyed. As much as he annoyed him, Goku is one of Vegeta's favorite sparring partners.

"What am I missing?" Bulma asked, watching the men in her life.

"We're here. Are we training here or elsewhere?" Goku, Gohan, and Goten asked, showing up out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here?" Trunks asked, confused.

"Can someone tell me what's going on?" Bulma asked, now annoyed.

"Piccolo came to get us; he told Chi-Chi and Videl what was going on? Didn't you tell Bulma yet?" Goku started before asking, confused.

"Someone start talking." Bulma demanded.

"Gohan, Videl, Pan, Goten, Bulla, Skya, and I went to the circus for the show. However, as soon as it started, it ended. 17, his wife, and the rest of their group came and put a stop to it, taking all the animals. Poachers were using the circus as a front to sell endangered animals on the black market. The other day or whatever, they were in space, heading to Earth when they ran into Goro and Cassius; they told them Skya ran away and that we were holding her captive. Well, I corrected that right away, and even gave them a picture of Skya when she first arrived. We talked a little bit before Dad, Goku, and Piccolo showed up. I don't know about his wife, but 17 may help when the time comes to fight Goro, Cassius, and their men—which may be sooner than expected. Skya told them that she overheard Goro and someone named Credo talking about how it would take a little over a year to get here. That was after they suggested they may have been lying to Skya. But after that information, they asked if maybe they knew she overheard them or something. 17 and his wife said that it seemed more like they'd be here in a few months less than a year." Trunks explained, sighing in frustration.

"So, in order to be ready, we're going to have to train harder and longer." Vegeta determinedly declared.

"It's too bad we didn't know if we could use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber anymore." Goten spoke.

"I know. But Popo won't let us in due to safety reasons." Gohan explained.

Vegeta made a noise, getting everyone's attention.

"You snort now, but you've already been in there six times. And the last time you and Goku both passed out the moment you got out." Piccolo reminded Vegeta, causing him to grumble.

"You have a time chamber?" Skya groggily asked, walking out, rubbing her eyes.

"I thought you were sleeping. I hope we didn't wake you." Trunks spoke, helping Skya to a chair.

"No, you're fine; you didn't wake me. Daddy—my really dad came to me and said you had a time chamber." Skya answered, rubbing her neck.

"We don't, but Popo and Dende do. It's called the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and it's located on The Lookout." "She most likely doesn't know who or what any of that is, you idiot." Goku started only to be interrupted by Vegeta.

"Vegeta, behave. At least he's trying to explain it." Bulma scolded her husband, annoyed.

"I don't know anything about "hyperbolic," but I do know some stuff about time chambers. A long time ago, when Mom was still alive—I think I was four when we met a mother and daughter who were trapped in something. I think they were fairies or something like that. It was too dark for Mom to do anything—and the space was too small, so she sent me down to get them. After Mom and I saved them, they said they owed us. But I haven't seen them since that time. I don't remember much about that day, but I remember the mother saying something about a time chamber. They were going to enter it in order to become at least a little stronger, so they could defend themselves. They said next time they saw us; they'd tell us more about it. I may not remember them, but I can try to locate them." Skya softly explained.

"You don't know their names or anything?" Vegeta asked as calmly as he could.

"No. I don't know or remember if they ever told me their names. Mom would know, but she can't visit me anymore. I'm sorry." Skya replied before apologizing.

"I thought your dad couldn't visit anymore either." Bulla spoke up, remembering when Chi-Tsuki gave Skya the dreamcatcher.

"Not in person, but I'm sure he's able to visit her in her dreams." Piccolo spoke up.

"But how is that possible?" Goku asked, confused, scratching his head.

"It's both spiritual and bonds one has with the dead or living." Piccolo answered.

"But Skya didn't know Chi-Tsuki was her dad until the other day. How does she have a bond with him?" Bulla asked, confused.

"Bulla, behave. I'm sure, despite not knowing each other, he grew a bond by watching over her throughout the years." Bulma scolded Bulla after seeing a pained look in Skya's eyes.

"The bond can come from either side: the living or the afterlife." Piccolo calmly explained.

"Sorry." Bulla apologized.

"Wait. The dreamcatcher. I'll be right back." Trunks had an "ah-ha" moment before going to his and Skya's room. When he came back, he had Skya's dreamcatcher from her dad.

"What is that?" Goku asked.

"This is a dreamcatcher Chi-Tsuki gave Skya at the fair. Could this be something that can connect Skya to her father?" Trunks answered and then asked Piccolo.

"I don't know about her father, but I do know this trinket is something Stella used to wear around her neck. It's the same exact thing—just a little bigger. She said she made frequently made them, and that they gave good luck—and that in some cultures, they keep someone from having nightmares. I've seen these things in stores and such; there are many different types. If anything, I would assume this would connect her to her mother." Piccolo explained, handing the dreamcatcher to Skya.

"You have one?" Skya softly asked, watching Piccolo.

"No. Your mother made me one, but it broke years ago." Piccolo replied, turning away from Skya.

"Mr. Vegeta? Did Mom make you one as well?" Skya asked, watching Vegeta.

"Maybe. If she did, I doubt I have it anymore." Vegeta gruffly answered.

"Maybe you should call your mom or dad on that thing." Goku suggested with a smile.

"That's not how that thing works you idiot!" Vegeta and Piccolo retorted, causing Goku to shrink away a little.

"Isn't it, though? Think about it: it's a way to connect with Chi-Tsuki, at least; he came to Skya in her sleep. Maybe tonight, when you go to bed with certain things on your mind, you can get one of them to give you some answers. You can think about the time chambers or those two you and your mother saved years ago. Or because you technically didn't know what we were talking about until your father came to you. Maybe once you're asleep, Trunks could speak to you and ask if anyone knows anything about anything." Gohan suggested.

"It wouldn't hurt to try." Trunks and Bulma simultaneously replied.

"Enough about all that. Let's go; we have training to become stronger to do!" Vegeta ordered, getting ready.

"Where are we going?" Goku excitedly asked.

"The battlegrounds. Let's go!" Vegeta declared before heading out—after kissing Bulma.

"I'll be back in a few hours." Trunks promised Skya, kissing her forehead before heading out.

He wanted to kiss her on her lips, but Skya was still shy about intimacy in front of others. That was evident by her looking down when Vegeta kissed Bulma.

"Don't worry; they'll be back." Bulma assured Skya, seeing a concerned look on her face.

"They always come back." Bulla also assured Skya before heading to her room.

"Where are you going?" Bulma questioned her daughter.

"My room. Even though it's Summer Break, my stupid teacher assigned Summer Reading assignments. I'm supposed to read five long books and write a book report for each of them." Bulla answered before walking away.

"I guess it's just us. Skya? I guess it's just me." Bulma sighed when she noticed Skya wasn't in the chair.

"Where'd you disappear to?" Bulma asked Skya when she walked back after a minute or two.

"Did you still wish to see what I had for food from Venus? You said when we were at the store that you wanted to see everything." Skya softly spoke.

"Oh. Of course, I want to see what you have. I always like trying new things. Sorry. You just disappeared; I wasn't sure if you just wanted to be left alone or something." Bulma replied before apologizing.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I just figured I'd get my bag and come out." Skya apologized.

"No need to apologize. Come with me: you can show me what you have, and I'll show you what we have. Oh, and one more thing: just like you can call me just by my name—just "Bulma." You can call my husband "Vegeta." He may enjoy you calling him "Mr. Vegeta" and all. I just have the feeling he'll let it go to his head. And as much as I love my husband; he already has an inflated ego. So, from now on, just call us by our names. Ok?" Bulma calmly told Skya.

"Ok. What about the others? Mr. Goku, Mr. Piccolo, Mrs. Chi-Chi, Mr. Gohan, Mrs. Videl, Mr. Goten?" Skya asked, confused.

"Well, I know for a fact that Goten, Gohan, and Videl would just prefer their names. Piccolo, I don't think cares. When they were kids, Gohan, Trunks, Goten, and Bulla all called him "Mr. Piccolo." They don't now, but they've known him for so long. As for all the others, you'd have to talk to them. But I'm sure they'd be fine with you just calling them by their first names." Bulma assured Skya with a smile.

"Is something wrong, Dear?" Bulma asked, concerned when Skya looked down.

"Umm… It's nothing." Skya replied, setting her bag on the counter, so she could start looking for food, drinks, spices, and whatever else she had.

"Skya don't do that. I'm sure whatever it is, no one will be mad at you." Bulma gently yet firmly told Skya, making her look at her.

"It's not that; I don't want to offend or upset anyone." Skya replied.

"I'm sure nobody would be offended. What is it? What's going on in that head of yours?" Bulma asked, not letting Skya go.

"Can I…? Would it be ok if I…?" Skya didn't know how to put into words what she wanted to ask.

Bulma just waited patiently for Skya to ask her what she wanted to ask her.

'Please don't hate me, Mama.' "Canicallyoumom?" Skya thought to herself before blurting out her question.

"What was that? Sweetie, you have to slow down." Bulma calmly spoke to Skya.

"I'm sorry." Skya apologized.

"Don't be sorry. Just slow down so I can understand you." Bulma replied with a smile.

"Can I…? *Deep Breath…* Can I call you "Mom?" Would that be ok? Or is that asking too much? I don't want to make Trunks or Bulla mad at me." Skya quietly asked, looking at her feet while nervously playing with her fingers.

"Oh, Sweetie. Of course, you can. And don't you worry; your mother won't be offended or mad that you've asked. I'm sure she just wants you to be happy. I know she wants you to be happy. You'll always remember and love her; she will always be your mother. The same goes with your father—your real father. That doesn't mean you have to call Vegeta "Dad" or anything. But he's going to be here for you. We all will be. I highly doubt Trunks or Bulla will be mad at you: Trunks brought you into our family as his mate; that automatically makes you my daughter as well. Just as it makes Trunks your parent's son as well—in a sense. And Bulla will always be my daughter; I did carry and give birth to her. Come here." Bulma sincerely answered Skya before thoughtfully explaining things. She then pulled Skya into a tight hug.

"What's going on out here?" Bulla asked, walking out for a cookie or something sweet.

"Skya asked if she could call me "Mom" and I said yes; she's family now." Bulma answered.

"Cool. So, she's officially my sister then?" Bulla asked, watching the two.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bulma answered, making Skya cry even more.

"Just make sure you don't squeeze the life out of her, or Trunks may never forgive you." Bulla firmly told Bulma, grabbing a cookie.

"Thank you for coming into our lives; I finally have a sister." Bulla happily told Skya, hugging her.

"Anyway: let's see what you have, and I'll show you what we have here. Would you like to help prepare and make dinner for tonight?" Bulma told Skya before asking her, changing the subject.

"Yes, I'd like that." Skya replied with a smile.

Five Hours Later:

With everything in her bag, it took Skya roughly forty minutes to find and pull out all her different foods, spices, herbs, and drinks.

It took another hour and fifteen minutes to look, feel, smell, and taste everything.

Bulma wanted to make sure she remembered how everything looked, felt, smelt, and tasted so that she'd know if they were correct or not when she made them.

None of the spices Bulma knew, but a few were similar to what they had on Earth. There were several that were different that Bulma liked—and some she didn't. But Skya told her that was normal; you were supposed to add them to something to make it taste better.

Many of the herbs were the same—or if they weren't, they just went by a different name.

The meats were all different, and Bulma had no clue how to cook any of them—and unfortunately, neither did Skya.

Bulma decided to gladly take on the challenge of learning how to cook them. It helped that she knew what they were supposed to taste like because Skya had already cooked samples; they just needed to be heated up.

They had most of the same types of vegetables. However, most of the ones on Venus were canned, freeze-dried, or compressed. Skya didn't have very much fresh veggies.

The only fruits Skya came with were:

· Oranges

· Apples

· Orange-lemon melons

· Moon melons

· Venus melons

· Straw squash

· Venus squash

· Banberries

· Strawanas

· Pink passion kiwis

Skya brought a few things of Skaw milk, pink passion kiwi juice boxes, and strawana juice boxes.

And finally, she also brought plenty of Venus's yellow potatoes and something called atsap.

Orange-lemon melons are melons that look and smell like lemons yet taste like sweet oranges. They grow on Venus, Uranus, Pluto, and several stars. And while they've never been grown on Earth before, they can be, seeing as the soil is just right.

Moon melons are massive blue melons that taste like a mixture of ice cream and blueberries. They grow on the Moon, Mercury, Jupiter, Venus, and Neptune. Skya is unsure if they'd grow on Earth.

Venus melons are medium-sized orange melons that taste like a strong cantaloup and only grow on Venus.

Straw squash is a squash with a pale orange exterior and green, orange, and yellow interior. When you scrape out the contents, it comes out in the shape of small straws. They grow on Venus, Mars, Mercury, Neptune, Pluto, Saturn, the Moon, a few stars, and some planets Skya's only heard stories of. They may be able to grow on Earth as well, but Skya is unsure.

The green is a spicy taste.

The orange is a sweet taste.

The yellow is a bitter taste.

Venus squash only grows on Venus; Skya is unsure if they'd grow on Earth. They have a yellow exterior and a pink interior. Some say it's sweet, and some say it's sour. Skya thought it was a mixture of sweet and sour—and Bulma and Bulla agreed.

Banberries are berries in the shape of small bananas but taste like different berries. They only grow on certain stars. They don't usually grow on most planets because they need a unique soil from the stars they grow on. However, some people purchased some soil boxes and seeds from space or star merchants. It's not a very large box, but Skya has a decent-sized soil box that grows the banberries in small amounts.

Strawanas are strawberry-shaped berries that taste like a combination of strawberries and bananas. Like the banberries, Strawanas are only grown on stars and in unique soil from said stars. Again, people purchased them from the same merchants. Skya only has one because her mother liked them; she tries growing them once or twice a year to remember her.

Pink passion kiwis are the size of a passion fruit but are green like a kiwi. They're bitter fruits, and Bulma told Skya she thought they tasted like a mixture of pomegranate and cherries. They grow on Venus, Mars, Neptune, Saturn, and the Moon. There's a chance they could grow on Earth.

Skaw milk is milk from the Skaw animal. A skaw is the size of a cow with the fur of sheep. They are usually brown and white or black and brown. They're native to Venus only and are sacred; they cannot be killed for food. They are used to collect milk.

Venus's yellow potatoes are just yellow potatoes that only grow on Venus. They look and taste like regular potatoes.

Atsap is like pasta but isn't made from grains. It's made from Venus's yellow potatoes.

After Bulma tested what Skya brought, she had her try individual spices, herbs, fruits, and vegetables from Earth—minus apples and oranges because she had those on Venus.

Skya found she liked bananas, strawberries, kiwis, green grapes, raspberries, blueberries, and most of the fresh veggies. She discovered that oranges and apples tasted the same as they did on Venus—and she still doesn't like apples.

Skya also found out she didn't like blackberries, pears, passion fruit, grapefruit, jackfruit, or any of the spices or herbs on their own, in their rawest forms. Bulma apologized, but she couldn't help but laugh at some of the faces Skya made.

Just by touch, they discovered Skya was allergic to pineapples, coconut, and dragon fruit. Her hands and arms started turning red, itching, and burning. Bulma had her wash her hands before giving her an allergy pill that quickly cleared her hands.

After all that, they started preparing dinner—until Vegeta called and said he and the guys were picking up dinner from that new pizza place before coming home.

Boy, was Bulma pissed?

Skya and Bulla were confused—and scared at the same time.

An Hour Ago:

"So, tonight I was thinking of making a salad and the Chicken Alfredo you mentioned you liked. How does that sound?" Bulma told Skya before asking.

"And I get to help?" Skya asked.

"Of course. Bulla, would you like to help make dinner as well?" Bulma replied with a smile before asking Bulla.

"What is it?" Bulla asked, curious.

"Chicken Alfredo and a salad." Bulma answered.

"Isn't that something Skya said she liked?" Bulla asked, watching Bulma.

"Yep. She may not have requested this directly, but she did say she liked it. It's something I can do for her. The first day she arrived, it was just party foods. Yes, there was burgers, hotdogs, and such. But it wasn't a proper homecooked meal. And last night, we had takeout. Tomorrow we'll do whatever your father wants." Bulma happily answered.

"Sure, I'll help. Why not?" Bulla replied with a smile.

"We'll start with the chicken. I know Bulla knows, but Skya: do you know that you can't touch anything after touching raw chicken?" Bulma asked Bulma, getting a cutting board.

"Mom told me that if I were to ever to touch raw chicken, I was to wash my hands right away. She never explained why." Skya answered.

"Ok. Raw chicken can make a person sick. If consumed, you can get something called Salmonella. It's not something you ever want to have because it'll make you very sick. But not to worry; I have gloves you can wear to keep you from touching the chicken with your bare hands. When we're done with the chicken, we'll toss the gloves in the trash." Bulma explained to Skya.

"Ok." Skya replied, listening, hoping to learn how to cook something.

"Is something wrong?" Bulma asked, seeing something on Skya's face.

"This is allowed here? Girls are allowed to cook and bake? Does that mean men aren't allowed to cook or bake?" Skya softly and nervously asked.

"Yes, this is allowed. Women are allowed to do just about anything a man can do. And men can do just about anything a woman can do. Sure, there are things women can't do that men can and vice versa with men not being able to do things women can. But for the most part, everything is equal here. Vegeta cooks from time to time. And Trunks knows how to cook as well. Speaking of which, Vegeta's calling. Hold on. Hello?" Bulma answered before answering her communication device.

"Hey." Vegeta replied.

"What's going on?" Bulma calmly asked.

"What do you want for dinner?" Vegeta plainly asked.

"What do you mean?" Bulma asked, suspicious.

"We just finished up here and are heading to that new pizza place to get dinner. What do you want?" Vegeta clarified before asking again.

"EXCUSE ME?!" Bulma angrily yelled.

"I told you Mom wouldn't be thrilled." Bulma heard Trunks in the background.

"What's the big deal? We're picking up dinner, so you can relax for the night." Vegeta defended himself.

"The big deal is that tonight I was planning on making Chicken Alfredo with a salad! You knew that!" Bulma growled.

"Jeez… Sorry. I just figured you'd want a night off. You're always complaining you don't get enough free time." Vegeta replied, annoyed.

"That was last night when we went through the drive-thru. Girls, go to your rooms for now, please. Or do something together." Bulma growled at her husband before telling the girls as calmly as possible.

"Yes, of course." Skya quickly replied, scurrying away. She knew that look and tone; she didn't want to get in trouble.

Bulla, on the other hand, stood there, waiting.

"Bulla, not now. Go to your room." Bulma firmly told Bulla, giving her "the look."

"Fine." Bulla grumbled, heading to her room.

"Why are you really doing this?" Bulma asked Vegeta, sitting in a chair.

"You know why. Pasta and a salad. Me? Really? I need meat." Vegeta replied, annoyed.

"There's chicken in it. It's not just pasta." Bulma argued.

"You know what I mean." Vegeta responded with a huff.

"Yes, I know what you mean. But this was for Skya so that she would feel comfortable and part of the family. She's only been here three days now and hasn't had a proper homecooked meal. She may not have directly requested what she wanted, but she did say this was one of her favorite meals her mother made her." Bulma retorted, frustrated.

"Yes, I know all that. This place has that as well; we were going to pick her up a bowl or whatever." Vegeta insisted.

"That's not the point, Vegeta. Homecooked meal. A meal I can make for her. Skya is family now. You know what she asked me earlier? She asked if she could call me "Mom." I allowed it. I'm thrilled she asked. Do you know how hard that must've been for her? Not only that; she also asked if she could help make dinner tonight." Bulma responded, trying not to cry out of frustration.

"Jeez. Sorry. Fine. We won't stop." Vegeta replied, giving up.

"No. Go. Bulla heard you say you were going to the pizza place and wrote me what she wanted. Just get me a sausage pizza with extra cheese and black olives. Bulla wants an extra cheese pizza with ham, peperoni, green peppers, and black olives with cheesy garlic bread. See you later." Bulma angrily responded before hanging up.

With Vegeta, Trunks, & The Rest of the Group:

"How can they keep going like that?" Goten asked Trunks as they watched their fathers and Piccolo going at it.

"It's just who they are." Trunks sighed.

"Are we the only ones left?" Goten asked, complaining a little.

"Yep." Gohan answered, landing next to the two.

"How long have we been out here?" Goten asked, looking at Gohan.

"Half an hour." Gohan answered, freaking Goten out.

"Really?! That's it?! That can't be right!" Goten panicked, standing up.

"Goten relax. We haven't been here for just half an hour; we've been here roughly five hours. But Mom and Videl want us home. However, she wants us to pick up dinner at some pizza place. I just told Dad; they'll be down in a few minutes." Gohan stopped Goten's panicking before explaining.

"Are we the only ones left here?" Trunks asked.

"Yeah. The others left between an hour and a half an hour ago." Gohan answered.

"Lucky." Goten complained.

"They, like the rest of us, will be back tomorrow—and every day until it's time to fight Goro, Cassius, and whoever else they're bringing. Vegeta and Skya are the only ones who know who Goro is and what he's capable of. And Skya is the only one who knows anything about Cassius and what he's capable of. Skya's afraid of both of them, plus their army. Yes, we know what we have. Yes, we know we're strong. However, with how terrified of these guys Skya seems: we need to be as strong as we can be." Gohan explained, watching as Vegeta, Goku, and Piccolo finally stopped and came over.

"Why'd you stop?" Goku asked, confused, watching Gohan, Goten, and Trunks.

"Mom and Videl want us to pick up dinner at some pizza place and come home." Gohan answered.

"Plus, we only stopped fifteen minutes ago." Goten added.

"We promised Skya and Mom we'd be back in a few hours." Trunks stated.

"Did she say what she was making for dinner?" Vegeta asked, watching Trunks.

"I think she said she was going to make that Chicken Alfredo dish Skya likes, and a salad." Trunks answered.

"Eh. What pizza place are you going to?" Vegeta asked, watching Gohan.

"Pizza Shack. It's new and just opened last Friday." Gohan answered before helping Goten up.

"I say we get that for dinner instead." Vegeta declared as Trunks stood up.

"Mom won't like that." Trunks replied as Goku, Gohan, and Goten took off.

"She'll love it. She's always complaining that she needs a break. Well, here's her break." Vegeta insisted.

"I don't think that's what she meant." Trunks replied as Vegeta started dialing.

Now:

"Bulma?" Skya cautiously asked, walking to the kitchen.

"Yes? What is it, Dear?" Bulma calmly asked, watching Skya.

"Are you still going to teach me how to make the Chicken Alfredo?" Skya hesitantly asked.

"Unfortunately, no; not tonight. Vegeta isn't a big pasta person; he prefers meats and stuff like that. So, he took it upon himself to go get pizza and whatever else for dinner. I know he said it was so I could have a night off. But I don't need a night off. Trust me when I say, I'll let him know if I need a night off. Oh. I'm sorry; I don't mean to unload my frustration at you or Bulla. It may be a few days now, but I will teach you how to make Chicken Alfredo; I promise." Bulma told Skya before calmly promising her.

"Ok. If I may ask: is it impossible to make him what he wants as well as Chicken Alfredo? Even if you have help?" Skya softly asked.

"No, it's not impossible. It's a pain in the ass. But it's not for you to worry about. Vegeta's just being a big baby. He'll just have to suck it up one of these days and eat the Chicken Alfredo." Bulma determinedly insisted with that fiery aura.

"Ok. Umm…" Skya started, unsure.

"What is it?" Bulma asked, concerned.

"I was just wondering if I could have another one of those bubble things I had yesterday. It was like the shower, but I got to sit down." Skya asked and then tried clarifying what she wanted.

"You mean a bath. Of course, you can. Do you remember how it works?" Bulma asked, watching Skya.

"Umm… Like the shower, you turn the handles, but you put a plug in a hole, so the water doesn't disappear. Is that correct?" Skya slowly asked.

"Yes. Just make sure you don't overfill the tub. Go ahead." Bulma told Skya with a smile.

"Thank you." Skya replied before rushing to get a pair of pajamas and clean panties before heading to the bathroom.

"I really don't think I want to be you when we get inside." Trunks sighed, walking up the walkway.

"Hush, Boy. I've got this handled." Vegeta declared, opening the front door.

"How was training?" Bulma asked as soon as they walked into the kitchen.

"Same old, same old." Trunks replied, setting food on the table.

"Honey, I love you." Vegeta immediately told Bulma, holding up some roses he bought.

"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere tonight. But thank you. And don't worry; I won't make you sleep on the couch—tonight. I'm thinking Friday or Saturday maybe: that's when Skya, Bulla, and I will make the Chicken Alfredo. You will suck it up and eat it—and you'll love it. Do you understand me?" Bulma firmly told Vegeta, glaring daggers into his soul.

"Yes, Honey." Vegeta replied, hanging his head in shame or something.

"Where's Skya? Is she asleep?" Trunks asked, watching Bulma.

"No. She just asked if she could take a bath. I told her that was fine and to go ahead. What did you get her for food?" Bulma answered and then asked.

"We got her a few different pasta bowls with breadstix and cheese sauce. Let's see… There's Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo, Meaty Marinara, Mac & Cheese, and a four cheese lasagna. And then I got a large taco pizza without onions and a large meat lover's pizza." Trunks answered.

"I highly doubt Skya can eat all that." Bulla stated, walking out.

"Whatever she doesn't eat, I'm sure she can save for tomorrow. Or I'll eat some." Trunks replied.

"Can I eat in my room tonight?" Bulla asked, looking at her parents.

"No, you can eat with the family." Bulma answered.

"But why? Skya's not; she's trying to take a bath. Though, I really don't know what she's doing in there; it sounds like she's slamming around in there or something." Bulla argued before mumbling.

"What?" Trunks panicked.

"Umm… Mom?" The group heard Skya's soft voice behind them.

"What is it, De—oh, my God; what happened?!" Bulma started calmly asked. That was until she saw Skya holding her arm—wrapped in blood-soaked toilet paper.

"I couldn't turn the handles and then my arm slipped, and my wrist hit one of the pointy parts. These bandages aren't working very well. Or rather, I can't get it to work properly." Skya shakily answered.

"Oh, Sweetie: that's not bandages; that's toilet paper. Come here: sit down. Keep your arm above your head." Bulma instructed, wrapping Skya's arm in a dish towel.

"I'll be right back. Keep an eye on her." Bulma told everyone.

"Skya…" "Trunks—when did you get back?" Skya asked, interrupting Trunks, stunned; she had no clue he was back yet.

"Just a few minutes ago. Are you alright?" Trunks answered and then asked, helping Skya keep her arm above her head.

"My wrist hurts." Skya answered.

"Ok. Let me see your wrist." Bulma instructed, walking over with a first aid kit.

"Eh." Skya made a noise as Bulma removed the towel and toilet paper.

"I'm sorry. This isn't so bad. There's no need for stitches." "Here. Eat this." Bulma apologized before examining Skya's wrist. Before she could get anything out of the kit, Vegeta held out a Senzu Bean.

"What about the food? If she eats that, she won't be able to eat her pasta." Bulma stated, watching Vegeta.

"For a normal person, maybe. She had one yesterday after her miscarriage or whatever you call it, and she still ate dinner. She also ate breakfast this morning. And I'm pretty sure she ate something at the fair today." Vegeta argued.

"None of us ate at the fair today. On top of that, we weren't even there for two hours before coming home. But Dad does have a point: Skya did have a Senzu Bean yesterday and could still eat like she usually would. Maybe because of the Venarian or Lunarian in her—or both; she can handle more or something." Trunks stated, taking the bean.

"You want me to eat another one of those?" Skya asked, making a face.

"I know you don't like them, but yes; I'd like you to eat this. Just like last time, it'll help you heal faster." Trunks thoughtfully told Skya, holding the bean to her.

"Ok." Skya replied, taking the bean and ate it, making a face.

"Why does the bathroom smell like the woods?" Bulla asked, walking over.

"What?" Everyone asked, looking toward Bulla.

"The bathroom smells like pine, dirt, and wooded air." Bulla clarified.

"I didn't think it smelt like anything but that lemon spray." Skya replied, confused.

"Well, come on." Vegeta instructed, leading the way to the bathroom.

As soon as Skya stepped into the hall, the smell hit her like a ton of bricks, and she immediately backed off.

"Skya?" Bulma asked, concerned, watching Skya back away until she crumbled to her knees.

"MmmMmm… I'm sorry; I can't." Skya cried, trying not to panic too much.

"This is what happened at the store." Trunks informed his parents before pulling Skya to him, allowing her to cry into his shoulder.

"Well, the scent is starting fade now." Vegeta huffed, walking into the bathroom.

"Well—the food isn't going to go anywhere, so…" "What are you saying?" Bulma started only for Bulla to interrupt her.

"Don't interrupt your mother." Vegeta firmly scolded Bulla.

"Bulla: you may eat in the living room with Goten—who is standing outside the window with his own food. Skya: you can use the tub in my and Vegeta's bathroom to take your bath. Trust me when I say it's nicer than the tub in this bathroom. Vegeta and Trunks: you two figure things out. I will keep an eye on Bulla and Goten." Bulma delegated everyone.

"Aww man! Mom!" Bulla complained right as Trunks let Goten in.

"Don't complain. I'm letting you eat in the living room with Goten—who if it weren't for a quick text from Chi-Chi, wouldn't be here. You are fourteen; I do not want you in your room alone with Goten just yet. Also, right now is not the time. If you'd prefer: I can send him home." Bulma firmly told Bulla, not having any drama right now.

"Did I miss something?" Goten asked, confused.

"That rustic woods smell popped up in the bathroom." Trunks replied, annoyed, watching his mother and Bulla.

"Is something wrong?" Bulma asked Skya, noticing her standing there, nervously playing with her fingers, blushing.

"I was—umm… I was kind of hoping—that Trunks could take a bath too—with me." Skya slowly and nervously replied, looking down. That shocked everyone. So much so that Trunks nearly fell over.

"Well—that would be up to you two—and Vegeta." Bulma replied, stunned.

"Yes. Go. I'll call Kakarot or the Namekian if I need help." Vegeta urged Trunks to go with Skya.

"Wha—why?" Bulla demanded, stopping herself from nearly screeching.

"Skya is sixteen and has officially been marked by Trunks. Again: you are only fourteen." Bulma firmly told Bulla.

"Don't even get any ideas." Vegeta warned Goten, noticing him watching everything going on.

"No, of course, not!" Goten quickly responded.

"Are you sure?" Trunks was finally able to ask Skya.

"Yes." Skya softly asked, looking up, meeting his eyes. They were expecting their breaths to be taken away, but it never happened.

"You marked her; she's yours now. The whole your breath being taken away was because you were just connecting. Your mother, being human, doesn't experience that sensation. But I do—every time I look into her eyes. I see it when Gohan looks at his woman and Kakarot when he looks at his woman. Because you're still half Saiyan, you do feel the pull." Vegeta seriously explained.

"Awww! I love you so much!" Bulma cooed, hugging Vegeta.

"Yeah, I love you too. Now, you: take her and go bathe. That's one of the things you said you wanted to do when you got home—take a bath. Now you can do that—with your woman. Go." Vegeta ordered.

"Come on; I'll show you how to work our tub." Bulma insisted, leading the way.

"You're absolutely sure about this? One hundred percent sure?" Trunks asked Skya again once they were in his parent's room.

"Very. One-hundred-fifty percent sure." Skya softly answered.

"These button control the water: hot and cold. Push the buttons all the way down, and the turn this switch; it locks the buttons down, so that the water continues to run until you decide the tub is full enough. These buttons control the water jets. If you want bubbles, you have to pour the bubble soap in; I have honey and vanilla, cherry blossom, and mixed fruit scents. Well, have at it. Just come out when you're done. Did you get clean clothes?" Bulma showed Trunks and Skya what to do before asking.

"I left mine in the other bathroom." Skya softly answered.

Knock. Knock.

"Yeah?" Bulma asked, opening the door.

"Here. These are Trunks's clothes and Skya's bag." Vegeta gruffly told Bulma, handing her Trunks's clothes and Skya's bag so that she could get her clothes.

"Thank you." Skya replied, holding her backpack.

"Yeah, yeah… We can't have you panicking in the other bathroom." Vegeta replied, turning away.

"Does it still smell in there?" Bulma asked, watching her husband.

"A little. It's mainly coming from the drains now. The Namekian is using a new technique of his to search the pipes. And Kakarot's searching the area, outside." Vegeta answered.

"And what are you doing?" Bulma asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Keeping an eye on what's mine: you, Trunks, and the girls." Vegeta responded before walking away to keep an eye on Bulla and Goten.

"Enjoy your bath. Please be safe. See? Vegeta loves you as well; he just shows it in a different way." Bulma told Trunks and Skya before hugging and whispering to them.

"I'll get the tub ready. How would you like to do this?" Trunks insisted before asking, sensing her nervousness.

"What do you mean?" Skya asked, confused.

"Do you want us to be completely naked? Or do you want to be wearing underwear?" Trunks clarified, starting filling the tub.

"Oh. Umm… However, you're comfortable." Skya softly replied, blushing.

"Heh. I should've expected that answer. Skya, you need to be comfortable as well. And your comfort means more to me than my own. Besides: I'm comfortable either way—especially knowing you're comfortable. Ok, what's going on in that head of yours? Cassius…" Trunks sincerely explained before asking. However, he just sighed his name when a thought came to him.

"No. I mean, yes. Uh-I'm just not used to all of this yet—to having choices and all that. I'm not used to baths quite yet. I mean, I liked the bath I had yesterday; it was nice. As far as I'm aware, Venus doesn't have tubs, so until yesterday, I've never had one. I've only had showers up until yesterday." Skya admitted.

"Well—as I'm sure Mom already told you, now you have baths—and you can take them whenever you want. There's no need to ask—so long as nobody's already using them. And from now on, however you're comfortable; I will erase whatever Cassius did to you in the showers." Trunks thoughtfully told Skya, turning the water off.

"Cassius never took showers with me; he said he hated the water pressure on Venus. Something about it being too soft or something. Though, I don't know what he's talking about. Compared to Venus, the water on Earth is softer. It feels better. Goro's the one who made me take showers with him. I mean… I'm sorry." Skya explained before becoming flustered when she realized she admitted that Goro did, in fact, abuse her as well.

"Well, I will erase whatever Goro did to you before—in a sense." Trunks awkwardly replied, rubbing the back of his head. He was pissed but was trying to remain calm for Skya's sake.

"I understand. While nothing can actually erase what happened to me, with your and your family's help; I can have new memories." Skya wisely stated.

"Yes. Exactly. Now, what do you want?" Trunks asked, pulling her into a hug.

"Can we keep our bottom underwear on?" Skya asked into Trunks's shoulder.

"If that's how you're most comfortable. What about your bra?" Trunks asked, rubbing Skya's back.

"I want that off. They're just as uncomfortable here as they are on Venus." Skya grumbled, causing Trunks to laugh.

"If you and other girls find those things so uncomfortable, why where them?" Trunks asked, confused, pulling away a little.

"Mom once told me when I was little that they suck, but bras keep our boobs from sagging. They also keep them up, round, and perky." Skya answered with a smile, stunning Trunks.

'Well, her mother was certainly had a sense of humor. The sad thing is I could see her hanging out with some of the guys and making them blush. Now, I only hope Skya can get her confidence up like that. Well, maybe not that much. It'll take time, but she'll come around. She's already come a little ways since that first day. God, I love her smile.' Trunks thought to himself, watching Skya smiling up at him.

"Well, we should get in before the water gets cold." Trunks insisted, removing his shirt, making Skya blush. He loved making her blush just as much as he loved making her smile.

"What did your mom mean by jets?" Skya nervously asked, looking at the tub.

"They're nothing bad; I promise. When you're sore or had a long day, they help ease tension in your body." Trunks explained, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

"Are you sure about this?" Trunks asked again after hearing Skya's breath hitch and her heartbeat pick up.

"Uh-huh… I've just never seen you—without clothes before." Skya answered, just staring at Trunks's hand on his zipper.

"Here. You're in charge. When or if you're ready, you can push them down." Trunks whispered in Skya's ear, placing her hands on the hem of his pants.

"Y-you'll help me too—remove my clothes?" Skya softly asked, gripping his pants.

"If that's what you want." Trunks replied, placing his chin on her head.

"Y-yes please." Skya softly replied, removing her hands from his pants to hug him.

"Follow me." Trunks instructed, walking backward to the tub.

"Arms up." Trunks once again instructed once he was inches in front of the tub.

Skya lifted her arms above her head without hesitation and waited as Trunks slowly removed her shirt. It went onto the floor next to his.

"Are you ready for your bra to come off?" Trunks asked, reaching behind her, finding the clasp.

"Yes." Skya softly answered, barely leaning against Trunks so he could easily pull her bra off after unsnapping the clasp.

"Trunks?" Skya nervously asked, looking up to look into his blue eyes.

"Yes?" Trunks calmly asked, running his fingers up and down her sides, making her shiver, looking into her blue eyes.

"Can we—can we umm… When you push my shorts off, can I push your pants down—at the same time?" Skya nervously asked.

"I was going to suggest that very idea." Trunks replied with a small smile.

"Vegeta, what are you doing?! Get away from that door! Leave them be!" Trunks and Skya heard Bulma yelling at Vegeta before hearing a thud against the door.

'Seriously, Dad? This is already hard enough for Skya as is.' Trunks angrily telepathically spoke to Vegeta, his eye twitching. At the same time, Skya pressed her body directly against Trunks and buried her face in his shoulder.

"I'm ready. Please, I want to get in the tub." After a few seconds, Trunks felt Skya's hands on the hem of his pants again—followed by her soft voice.

"Just take a deep breath, and I'll follow your lead." Trunks calmly told Skya, gently rubbing her back before slowly placing his hands on the hem of her shorts.

Skya closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and started slowly pushing Trunks's pants down. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder while standing on her toes when she felt him pushing her shorts down.

"Ok. Come on." Trunks told Skya once they were just in their boxers and panties.

He got in the tub and sat down before helping her sit in front of him.

"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, noticing Skya sitting ridged in front of him.

"Yes." Skya answered, her voice cracking.

"Seriously, I can get out if you're not comfortable with this." Trunks firmly told Skya.

"No. That's not what I want. I'm sorry. I know you're different than them. I know you won't hurt or force me to do things I don't want." Skya started before trailing off.

"But?" Trunks asked, watching her slowly turn around.

"I'm scared. Not of you, but of trusting you. I know that's stupid because I do trust you; you, your family, Mr. Piccolo, and some of your friends are the first people since Mom that I have trusted. And that scares me because I told myself I would never trust anyone ever again. Not after Goro and Cassius—especially after learning what I did about Goro—about him not being my dad, but that he killed my dad instead. And I tried so hard not to trust you and your family. I tried to do everything to not fall in love with you because I don't understand it. I know I love and trust you, but I don't understand it. I don't understand love or trust other than how I feel around you." Skya answered through tears.

Trunks didn't seem too phased—and neither of them noticed Vegeta and Bulma listening in on the other side of the door. Bulma wasn't going to listen in until she heard something that caught her attention.

"Can I ask you why you tried doing everything you could not to trust or love me—or my family—aside from Goro and Cassius?" Trunks asked, watching Skya cry.

Though he hated seeing her cry, Trunks wanted—needed to know why and what else was going on in Skya's head.

"Because it scares me—to trust people when I know—knew—thought that I would only be hurt by them. I'm sorry; I know you hate when I talk about this, but you already know I wasn't planning on stay. You know I was going to kill myself after meeting and talking with Vegeta. But then you went and screwed everything up."

"Your dad came out and I was going to tell him what I needed to tell him and then leave. But then you came out—without a shirt. I thought it was just because you didn't have a shirt that I couldn't concentrate. But then I saw your eyes, and everything started changing. 'Damnit. No. Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Don't fall for whatever charm or whatever he has. Don't trust him; I can't trust him. He's only going to hurt me like everyone else. Not to mention, I don't even know him.' Throughout the day, it became: 'don't believe them; they're lying. Daddy said Cassius is who I'm 'spose to be with. Don't love this man. I can't love this man; I don't know him. If I fall in love with this man, I won't be able to run away and just end it all. Please. I don't know him. I can't love or trust him; he'll only hurt me like all the others except for Mom.' Then Mom talked to everyone… 'What does she know? She's been dead for a long time now; she hasn't been around anyone she couldn't trust for a long time. He's going to take me to bed; I'll leave while he's helping his family.' Those are the thoughts that ran through my head all that day."

"Then I figured I'd wait a little bit before leaving—and then I saw the stars in the sky—far away. Maybe if I went outside, I could see them better. I had to go outside anyway to leave. And then the water fell from the sky. Then you came over, told me about the stars and the moon—and then you asked to kiss me. I had never been kissed before that. Maybe that would be nice. Maybe I could have that one experience before leaving. And then you kissed me—and it felt very nice. I kept thinking how bad that was because it only made it harder to leave. And then Cassius… I heard the lightning and saw the thunder. I mean, I saw the lightning and heard the thunder. That's Cassius; he was coming."

"After that, you carried me inside and let me change in that smaller room. But you didn't just pick me up and carry me; you asked first. Nobody has ever asked me for permission to do anything; Goro and Cassius just did. You didn't; you asked. And you still continue to ask. Why? Why do I trust you? Why do I trust your family and Mr. Piccolo and some of your other friends? I never trusted no one before? I never could trust no one before. Nobody could ever be trusted because all anyone ever does is lie and hurt me. But you… I am so sorry for ever thinking any of that."

"I don't understand any of it—and it scares me. I lost everything I wanted to do. I met you and I started to love and trust you and your family. I felt safe, warm, loved, and that I could trust someone again. And I could no longer kill myself—or even attempt to; I no longer wanted to. Why? I don't understand any of it, and it scares me. I'm not afraid of you or anything, but I'm afraid of being hurt or hurting you. Honestly, why me? You deserve better and could probably have anyone you wanted. I'm sure there are plenty of girls who want you. You deserve someone who isn't afraid and can trust easily—someone who understands love and trust." Skya went on and on until Trunks had enough and covered her mouth with his hand to get her to stop talking.

"Are you going to cheat on me?" Trunks asked, watching Skya closely. However, after looking into her eyes, he realized she didn't understand what he meant.

"Are you going to go to Goten or any other guys and kiss them—or have sex with them—even if I hadn't marked you as mine?" Trunks asked, clarifying what he meant, removing his hand from her mouth.

"No! No. No. No. I've never felt like how I feel for anyone for how I feel about you. For Venarians: we can't move on after finding who we're meant to be with—especially after being marked. Also, you said Goten and your sister, Bulla are meant to be together. Doing inappropriate stuff with him would hurt her and you. I don't want to do that." Skya frantically answered Trunks.

"Ok. Ok, calm down. Skya, relax. Listen to me. As long as you don't leave and do anything inappropriate with other men, you can't hurt me. You've never felt for anyone like you feel for me before, let alone even been with someone else. Yes, I've had relationships with other women before. And thanks to Bulla and her big mouth; you know I've had sex before. And yes, while I may have told them I loved them before; I never felt for them like I do for you. I never wanted or needed them as badly as I want or need to be with you. I know other girls want to be with me, but I don't want them; I want and need you. Yes, I can have whoever I want, and that's you. You're the only girl I want. You're the one I marked. You're the only one I want to marry someday. You're the only one I want to hopefully make love to one day. But if that doesn't happen; I'll live. You're the only one I would love to have children with some day."

"Skya: you're the one I want to be with for all of eternity. I know and understand that you have trust issues—and why you have them. I know and can see that you're scared. But it's ok. That's all ok. I'll wait and be patient for you. I will be here for you. And so will my family, and all our friends. All we can do is take it one day and step at a time. And we will. One step, no matter how small or big that step is; we'll take it together."

"And no, I don't like hearing that you were going to kill yourself. And you know what else? I'm happy that I stepped in when I did and ruined everything for you. I'm glad that I could save you from yourself—from you attempting to kill yourself. I am thrilled that I'm the reason you failed; I am beyond ecstatic that you fell in love and trust me and my family—even if you don't understand it. I love you and only you, Skya. And I always will." Trunks sincerely yet firmly told Skya, making her cry even more than she already was.

Meanwhile, Bulma and Vegeta finally stopped eavesdropping and returned to the kitchen/living room. Bulma was in tears, and Vegeta was just—unsure how to react.

Skya slowly made her way up to Trunks, kneeling between his knees.

"C-c-can I…?" Skya started asking, only to be shocked when Trunks carefully pulled her into a hug.

"You never have to ask me for a hug. I will always accept your hugs anytime you want or need. And while I don't have answers for you; I will do everything I can to make sure you understand and know you can trust me." Trunks told Skya, rubbing her back.

"How do you make love?" Skya asked, confused, pulling away from Trunks just the slightest bit.

"Making love is another term for sex. As you now know, "rape" is the term for forced sex. "Making love" is the term for sex between two people who are truly in love. It's meant to be more special than just sex. For some, "making love" can be slow and gentle. For some, it can be fast and rough. But no matter what, you must always accommodate for your partner." Trunks explained, holding his hand on Skya's cheek and looking into her eyes.

"Do you like it rough?" Skya softly asked, blushing, looking down.

"Whenever you're ready, it won't matter what I like or don't like. Once we've started and until you're comfortable; it'll only matter what you like and are comfortable with. And with you, I'm sure I'll love how it's done because it will be with you." Trunks thoughtfully answered with a smile.

"Umm… Would it be ok if I sat on your lap?" Skya nervously asked.

"If that's what you wish." Trunks replied but became shocked when she straddled him, sitting just in front of his crotch.

"Is this not ok?" Skya softly questioned, starting to doubt how she was sitting.

"No, it's fine. It's just not what I expected when you asked to sit on my lap." Trunks replied, watching Skya.

"Oh. But I thought this was how I was supposed to sit on your lap. It's how your mom sits on your dad; I saw them last night when I had to use the bathroom. And I saw Bulla sitting on Goten like this a few times at your mom's shindig. Is it not right?" Skya explained before nervously asking.

"No. We'll just keep that information to ourselves because this—how you're sitting now, facing me… This is a somewhat sexual position. Or it will be if you move up to me how you saw Mom sitting on Dad—or Bulla sitting on Goten." Trunks explained, causing Skya's face to light up like a fire hydrant.

"Oh. I can understand your mom and dad because they're mated, but I didn't think they'd want Bulla and Goten sitting like that." Skya softly spoke.

"Oh, trust me: they don't—not yet at least. Bulla's not even fifteen yet. However, for now, we won't say anything to Mom or Dad—especially Dad. I'll talk to them first. Now, if you turn your body to sit sideways, on my leg: that's how you'd want to sit on my lap." Trunks replied before telling Skya how to sit on his lap in a non-sexual way.

"No. Wait. Please. I want to sit like this. I don't want your naughty part to enter me yet, but I want to try just sitting like this." Skya stopped Trunks, trying to firmly tell him. In her mind, she was firmly telling him. However, it came out like how she always talks: shy and awkward.

"Are you sure?" Trunks asked, somewhat shocked.

"Mmmhmm… Yes." Skya answered, holding onto his shoulders.

Trunks didn't reply; he just helped her slowly move fully onto his lap.

The moment she was firmly planted on Trunks and felt the start of his erection, Skya immediately pressed her body against his, wrapped her arms around his neck, and just held on. She also made a soft noise that Trunks recognized—just not from Skya's lips.

"Mmmm… Ow. Ow. Ow." Skya moaned and then pulled away.

"What's wrong?" Trunks asked, concerned.

"My hair keeps pulling." Skya answered, trying to move her hair.

"May I help you?" Trunks asked, tucking some hair behind Skya's ear.

"Uh-huh." Skya answered, staring into Trunks's eyes.

"Lean back a little and hold still." Trunks instructed.

"Like this?" Skya asked, holding onto his shoulders.

"Perfect. And don't worry; I won't let you fall." Trunks replied, holding her still with one arm while he used his other to push her hair behind her back.

"Better?" Trunks asked as Skya leaned into him again.

"Yes." Skya breathed, leaning her head on his shoulder.

'God, her breasts are soft. But—Skya herself, is very soft. But fuck; I'm going to need to take a cold shower or something after she gets out.' Trunks thought to himself, holding Skya in his arms.

"Trunks?" Skya asked, bringing Trunks back to her.

"Yeah?" Trunks replied, watching her.

"Can I move around like your mom was doing on your dad? Or will your thing go inside?" Skya asked, looking into his eyes.

"My penis shouldn't be able to go inside you so long as you keep your panties on—or don't move them to the side. And if that's what you want to do, I won't stop you. But before you do, if you should want that, I have a question for you." Trunks replied, trying not to sound shocked. He figured since Skya was asking, she trusted him enough to ask in the first place. He also reasoned that in the last six months, until she got to him, she had only been raped. Skya never once had a good sexual experience and probably just wanted to slowly start experiencing good sex for the first time—with the one she loved and trusted.

"Yes?" Skya asked, watching Trunks.

"You asked to move around how my parents did. As much as I hate to ask this: did you see Bulla moving around on Goten like Mom and Dad?" Trunks asked, dreading the answer.

"I don't think so. I think she was trying, but Goten was holding her so still, I don't think she could move much. And I think she was back further—more closer to his knees. Goten also looked nervous or scared; he kept looking all around." Skya answered, thinking a little.

"I knew Goten was smart; he's also afraid of Mom and Dad." Trunks replied, trying to figure out where he could place his hands.

"Why? I mean: your dad, I understand; he's Vegeta. He's a big legend and hero. Your mom is very nice. You can place your hands wherever you wish. I'd like it if you held me; it makes me feel comfortable when you hold me—and maybe rub my back up and down?" Skya asked, confused before saying something Trunks knows would boost his father's ego. She then permitted him to place his hands wherever when she noticed he didn't know what she'd be comfortable with.

"You're going to inflate my father's ego, you know? Calling him a legend and a hero. As for Mom: yes, she's nice; she's great as far as mothers go. However, if you do something to piss her off; I'd watch my back. She can become very scary when she has to be. And as much as she loves Bulla and Goten: if they're doing inappropriate… Bulla will be grounded until she's thirty. And as for Goten: Dad and Mom will both hunt him down like the rat they'd think he is. Are you cold?" Trunks explained before asking, noticing Skya shiver and get goosebumps.

"No. Why do you ask?" Skya asked, confused.

"You're shivering." Trunks replied.

"Oh. That's because of your hands going up and down my sides and back. They're good shivers and ah-bumps." Skya answered with a smile.

"Ah-bumps?" Trunks asked, confused.

"The little bumps that appear on my arms and body when you make me tingle. Does that not happen normally on Earth?" Skya answered and then asked.

"Ah. No, it happens; we just call them "goosebumps." I don't know where the name comes from, but that's what we call them." Trunks explained with a smile.

"Oh. "Goosebumps." I think I like that better than "Ah-bumps." At least yours doesn't sound like you're panicking because bumps are appearing out of nowhere." Skya replied, thinking a little.

"You know… I love it when you smile." Trunks told Skya, shifting a little, making her gasp at the sudden movement against her.

"I love that you can make me smile. Can we kiss?" Skya responded before asking, moving closer to Trunks.

"I would love to." Trunks replied, pulling her to him a little so that he could kiss her.

"Trunks… Just so you know: I won't stop you if you want to touch me in places that aren't my back or sides. The one place I'm not ready for you touch yet is my secret treasure." Skya whispered against Trunks's lips.

"Secret treasure?" Trunks asked between small kisses.

"That's what Mom called it. What is it called on Earth?" Skya asked between kisses, moving around on Trunks.

"It has a few names—just as a penis does. But I'll get to that later—not now." Trunks replied, grabbing Skya's ass, pulling her to him.

As soon as she felt him squeeze her butt, Skya moaned and gasped into Trunks's mouth.

He would only stop if she asked, but Trunks needed the release so bad.

Skya didn't know much about sex, but she knew what she was doing was making Trunks feel good. For all he's done for her: despite being scared, she could do this for him.

"Tr-Trunks… So-somethings ha-happening." Skya managed to say between kissing and her panting.

"What do you mean? Do you need to stop?" Trunks asked, concerned.

"I don't know. It feels so heavy down there and in my lower tummy." Skya answered, panting against Trunks's lips.

"Oh. Oh!" Trunks realized she was reaching her orgasm—and that she may have never had one before.

"Oh?" Skya asked, confused.

"Keep going and let that feeling take over. It's going to be ok. What you're feeling is natural in good sexual experiences. You're going to cum. I'll explain later. For now, just let yourself go. Once you cum, you'll feel better; I promise." Trunks explained, promising her.

Skya just nodded before going back to kissing and moving against Trunks.

'Damnit, she's good. At least I know I won't have to take a cold shower right away; I'll be able to eat once we get out and dressed.' Trunks thought to himself, pushing himself up against Skya.

"Mmmmm!" Skya pulled away from Trunks's lips and let out a breathy moan.

"Skya—I'm close." Trunks informed Skya, thrusting his hips up to meet her movements.

"Close?" Skya asked, confused.

"Cumming. I'm about to cum. I think so are you. Would you be willing to let me take charge and finish us?" Trunks explained before asking, holding her hips.

"No, I don't mind. I just want the heaviness to stop. I trust you." Skya replied, holding his shoulders.

Those magical words: she trusts him.

Trunks sat up all the way, leaned forward a little, and held Skya close to him as he thrust against her at a steady pace.

"Trunks…" Skya cried about there.

All Trunks could do as he neared his end was watch and listen to Skya cry for him.

'Almost there. Just a few more…' Trunks thought to himself, about to release when:

BAM! The bathroom door slammed open…