What If there was One More...
Chapter 5
"New Life for a Lonely Heart"
By Lady Yagami-Sama


Yakima woke up to the all too familiar sound of Trunks, training just outside their living area. She got up slowly, she was a bit stiff but the wound had looked worse than it was, she would be as good as new in a few days. She put a loose shirt on over her bandages and walked to the top of the stairs to lean up against a pillar in a perfect Vegeta pose, watching Trunks with a little smile on her face.

She had not forgotten the brief kiss, if you could even call it that, that they had shared, but she would bring it up in her own time. Until then, she was satisfied with just watching him.

Trunks seemed to sense her presence and turned to look at her. He smiled, "Good morning," he called, walking over to her, "how are you feeling?"

Yakima took a deep breath and let it out through her mouth, "Refreshed!" she said, smiling, "A little stiff, but refreshed."

He grinned, "Hungry? I cooked breakfast this morning, there's still some left if you want it."

The girl looked at him doubtfully, "You...cooked."

"Oh don't worry, it's edible, I ate it at least."

Yakima, still a little doubtful, walked into the tiny kitchen, Trunks followed, grinning proudly. She gazed into the skillet and wrinkled her nose at the contents. It looked like a bit of everything was added to the concoction, there were eggs, still with a bit of shell left in it, bacon and sausage thrown in carelessly, and was that...was that a piece of banana? She looked more carefully and identified a few peas, a bit of celery and a fried grape scattered here and there. To top it all of, it looked as though the whole mess had been piled with heaps of sugar!

She stole a glance at Trunks over her shoulder, he was standing in the doorway expectantly; she gave him a weak smile and turned back to the concoction, muttering under her breath, "With stuff like this, I'm surprised he didn't die in here!"

"What was that, Yakima?" Trunks asked.

"Uh, I...I said you're such a dear, fixing me breakfast like this. But unfortunately, being wounded makes you not want to eat, so, er, lets go train!"

Trunks frowned a bit at that, "Are you sure you're up to it?" he asked, "I mean, I could have killed you yesterday, and you want to go back out and do it again?"

Yakima nodded, "But lets take it easy for a few days, until I regain my full strength. If we sit around doing nothing, it'd be doing no good at all!"

He nodded back, gravely, "Ok, but nothing too intense, just some light sparing, and no going to super saiyan or using energy blasts, got it?"

The girl smiled fondly, "Now you sound like my master," she said, "Come on then, I promise to take it easy."

****

Yakima paused to catch her breath and heard her stomach growling, she placed a hand over it to quiet it and called out to Trunks, "Man I'm famished, you want to take a break for lunch?"

"Sure!" he called back, "I'll cook so you can rest."

"NO!" she yelled, then, to cover it up; "I mean... no, that's ok, really, I'll do it, I need to get back into my daily routine."

"Oh, ok," he said, "I'll just go wash up."

As he walked away, Yakima sighed with relief, "Thank Kakito!" she breathed, "I thought I was actually going to have to eat his cooking for a moment there!"

She went into the kitchen and began to prepare a large, edible, lunch.

****

Their training commenced after a rather large lunch, and continued on for a while. Trunks began to notice that Yakima was tiring so he called a halt to their training early. He allowed Yakima to have first dibs on the single shower, and she was grateful for that.

Yakima stripped off her clothes with a will and threw them from her with disgust; it had been a few days since she had a chance to shower. She gently removed her bandages and examined her wound, it was bruised like hell but it seemed to be healing nicely. She turned on the shower and stepped into the stream of hot water, sighing contently as it soothed her aching body. She closed her eyes and just let the water pour over her, letting her mind wander.

A soft smile crept over her lips as she thought about the brief kiss she and Trunks had shared. She had enjoyed it, even though she passed out before it was over. She had no idea what it was supposed to mean or if it was just a slip up that Trunks regretted doing. Ever since she had come to know the handsome young demi-saiyan, Yakima had found it hard not to fall in love with him, but she had lost that battle already and she had not known what to do about it, until he kissed her, that is.

At last, after a long, leisurely wash, Yakima stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. Looking around she realized that she had left her clothes on her bed, in her rush to get into the shower. She shrugged; making sure the towel was wrapped securely around her body, and opened the door.

Trunks looked up as Yakima walked out of the bathroom, expecting to see her in her pajamas with a towel wrapped wound her head, the way she always looked when she came out. What he saw instead made his face burn. She was standing there in just a towel and there was steam radiating off her still wet body. He scolded himself for thinking this, but she looked... sexy!

Yakima saw him looking at her and she smiled at him coolly, knowing exactly what he must be thinking, "Heh, forgot my clothes," she said walking over to the bed and retrieving them, "I'll only be a minute." She walked back into the bathroom and closed the door.

Trunks shook his head to clear it and went back to what he was doing, though he couldn't quite concentrate on it after THAT distraction!

Yakima leaned up against the bathroom door laughing quietly to herself. 'That was perfect!' she thought, 'you sure made him notice you!' Yakima had never been looked at like that by anyone in her entire life, and his eyes on her like that made her feel dizzy and light-headed. How could she possibly live like this for another ten months?

****

It was late. Yakima lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. She and Trunks had not spoken much after they had both finished their showers, so they decided to go to bed.

The kiss replayed itself over and over again in her mind, as well as other fantasies that kept budding in. Not knowing was driving her crazy! What had it meant? She had to know! "Hey, Trunks?" she whispered, "You awake?"

She heard him shift in his bed as if rolling over, "Hai, Yakima-san," he said, "I'm awake, what is it?"

Yakima turned her head in his direction, though she could not see him. "Can I ask you a question?"

There was a pause. "Of course," he replied, "anything."

She took a deep breath; then, "Why did you kiss me?"

Silence.

Trunks sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed and stared at the back of his curtains. He took a deep breath, "Truthfully?" he asked.

"Please," she replied.

Trunks sighed, "Honestly, I don't quite know myself. I guess, maybe, I am drawn to you in a way I have not felt before, and I don't quite understand it. I am sorry if I offended you, I should not have done it."

Yakima, who was now sitting cross-legged on her bed, closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, "No, Trunks-san," she whispered, "please do not say that, it would kill me if I knew you did not feel the same for me... as I do for you. I would not take that kiss back for the world!"

There was a long silence after that and Yakima was afraid he would not answer. But then a hand appeared through her curtains and drew them aside to admit the only person she wanted to see in the entire world. She stared up at Trunks in silence as he gazed back at her in the same way.

He knew now what he had been feeling ever since that day they had met on Kami's lookout. He was attracted to this girl from the very moment he saw her, and now he loved her. He smiled at her, with her eyes full of question and fear, and reached out a hand to brush her cheek. "Do you speak truly, Yakima-chan?"

And all of the sudden all fear was gone from her face and she smiled up at him and nodded. Then, in one quick movement, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her passionately. Yakima had no will to resist, and she pulled him down with her onto the bed.

Trunks pressed his lips against hers almost painfully in his sudden passion for her, and Yakima did likewise. They broke apart for breath and Yakima giggled as he moved his lips down to the nape of her neck. Her skin tingled with the joy of his touch; for some reason, being with him just felt so right! She tangled her fingers in his silky hair as his lips shifted back to hers.

Trunks fumbled with the buttons on her nightshirt awkwardly, He was driven by passion and his love for her and he let his movements be taken over by a higher conscience that he did not even know existed. She gasped in shock as his cold hands met the sensitive skin of her stomach, and he grinned mischievously against her lips.

Yakima felt his rough hands slide to her back and her heart leapt with pleasure. But, in his passion, Trunks forgot about the wound she had received the day before. She cried out in pain as his hands came in contact with the area.

The shock of pain cleared the young girl's head instantly and the horror of what she was doing hit her like a bullet. She pushed Trunks away from her and sat up, breathing hard with the exertion of kissing him. "No, no!" she cried, "we can't! We can't do this, this is wrong!" Her head sang with the lie that she was telling herself. It was NOT wrong, it was so right, but it went against everything that her grandmother had so carefully taught her as a child and even as a young girl. This is what married people do, not love struck teens in one night of senseless passion!

She looked at Trunks, wincing at the hurt look on his face as she tried to explain. "We can't do this, Trunks-san," she said, "not when there is a world out there with billions of people in it that need our protection! We must not let this get in the way of our training, it would not be right!"

His face softened a little as he looked at her, then he turned away as if preparing to leave. "You're right, Yakima-chan, I am sorry. I'll let you get to sleep."

He started to get up but Yakima caught his arm, "No," she said, "don't go, just stay here with me."

He smiled at her and held out his arms, she went into them and let him clasp her tightly, feeling his heartbeat against her back, his soft breath stirring the hairs at the nape of her neck. For the first time in a long time, Yakima felt safe, and she melted into his embrace with new meaning to her lonely life. They lay like that for what seemed like forever, just enjoying each other's nearness, until they fell asleep in the safety of each other's arms.