Intruder

Elizabeth Knight

Chapter 4

Trunks was being as quiet as possible. He didn't want to disturb the rest of the sleeping house. He quickly undressed and padded over to the nice warm bed awaiting him. He threw back one side of the cover and climbed in. Trunks snuggled into the mattress and then rolled over to grab the other pillow to put under his own. For a second he couldn't find it and snuggled over closer to that side when his foot grazed across something smooth and warm. About the same time he reached out his fingers slid into a fist full of fluffy soft hair. Instantly he tightened his hold to keep the perpetrator from fleeing. Rolling over and effectively pinning her underneath, he reached out to turn on the lamp next to them. When the light flooded over the bed he was temporarily blinded, and when his vision cleared he was looking down into the largest emerald eyes he'd ever seen and holding a handful of flaming red hair. For a moment in the light he thought the eyes were golden, reminding him of someone else. He shook his head as if to clear it and looked down again. Her eyes were closed and from his position (half lying on top of her)he could feel her body trembling. Her lips were a dark peach and extremely full. The lower lip trembled a moment and he couldn't take his eyes away from the picture before him. He leaned down and nipped her lip drawing it into a kiss. He watched as her eyes flew open and then everything went blank as he slipped out of consciousness.

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Zantha couldn't believe her eyes when the light flashed on. Lavender hair pooled down around her and onto the pillow. Ice blue eyes staired into her own. His hard muscled body pressing into her softer one was slowly crushing the breath out of her lungs. In her moment of surprize seh lost controle and she could feel herself shifting. Quickly closing her eyes, seh struggled for controle. Of all the saiyans to come sneaking in, why did it have to be this particular one that was crawling into her room. Suddenly the pressure on her chest increased slightly, and her eyes flew open to see him leaning down. She watched as he softly bit into her lip then tugged it into his mouth. As he pressed even closer seh reached out for the candle stick bgeside the lamp on the nightstand and crashed it into the side of his head. He fell forward on her and she used her strength to shove him off of her. Should she kill him? He might have recognized her and then it would be over. If she killed him her identity would be safe, but she owed him her life. What should seh do? Scrambling out of the bed she bumped into the nightstand and watched as the lamp tipped from side to side then tumbled precarioulsly intothe floor. It shattered to pieces in front of her outstretched arms. She heard feet thundering down th ehallway and only had a moment to snatch at the discarded gown and pulled it over her head before the door was thrown open and Goku followed by ChiChi, Gohan, and Goten slipped into the room with the hall light pouring into the darkness. Zantha looked up at them, pulling her gown lower over her nude bottom, and then over to the unconcieous man lying face down in the pillow.

"What's going on in here?" ask ChiChi.

"He...He...He came sneaking through the window and crawling into my bed. I..I hit him on the head with... with a candle stick." Zantha nervously stuttered.

ChiChi put her hands on her hips. "Well if that don't teach him to quit sneaking in windows nothing will." Everyone looked to Trunks as he shook his head and groaned except Zantha who scrambled to her feet and fled the room. Trunks sat up holding his head until the throbbing died down. When he looked up, the first face he saw was ChiChi's frown hovering over him. "I guess he'll live."

"It'll take more than a bump on the head to finish off old Trunks, mom." Goten laughed. Trunks glanced his way and then froze. Peeking around Goten's wide frame were those same two hypnotic green eyes that had held him enthralled just moments earlier.

"I wasn't away you had house guests or that you'd given my room out for the night." he murmured still staring at her. She shied back behind Goten once more where he couldn't see her.

"This is Deirdre, Trunks." ChiChi said, reaching behind Goten to pull Zantha forward. She added worshipfully, "Her village was attacked the same night as ours. She ran all the way here for help. The others will send some men out tomorrow, and until Deirdre finds a new home she's staying with us. Until then you can always bunk with Goten in his room when you come over. He does have a pull out couch, ya know."

"How generous of you ChiChi." he said still eyeing the red head at her side. "Do I know you? I think we've met before."

Deirdre shook her head at him with an almost panicked look in her bright eyes. Trunks made to stand up, but stopped as all the women protested and the men scoffed. His sheet had fallen dangerously low on his hips as he rose up and was threatening to divulge all his secrets to their crowd. He quickly yanked the end of the sheet from the bed so he could wrap it around his waist as he stood up. He glanced up to apologize but caught the red heads emerald gaze first and flushed at the way she was devouring his naked flesh, as if she'd never seen a man before. Instead he gave everyone a sheepish grin and turned to collect his clothing off the chair. He started to collect his duffle bag from the closet as well, but turning to look at the red head, thought better of it. It was always nice to have an excuse for an unexpected and probably uninvited surprise visit. He stopped briefly to give her one last glance as he left the room and noticed the dark green gown she now wore. It flattered her coloring and her figure, and Trunks being the appreciative male he was soaked up the image. Still Trunks couldn't shake the odd feeling he knew her from somewhere, and he had a bad idea he knew where.

"I can't promise to be as interesting company, but its not as bad as all that." Goten told him as he walked toward him.

"What?" Trunks ask.

"That scowl on your face could scare the fleas off the natives." Goten laughed. Someone behind them snorted, and everyone turned to look at Deirdre's departing back.

"What was that all about?" Trunks asked Goten. He shrugged in reply. "What do you know her?"

"Pretty much only what you've heard so far. We haven't had much time to ask her anything of a personal nature. Are you going with us in the morning to see about her city?" Goten ask.

"I will." Trunks answered grabbing a blanket to throw on the couch. It had already been a long night and now he had a headache. Maybe things would look better in the morning. Perhaps he'd only imagined a similarity between the two women, he thought yawning. Closing his eyes he saw bright golden eyes flash before him before he drifted off to sleep.

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