Disclaimer: All I own is a Two Mirai Trunks action figures... so don't sue me.

Summery: Mirai Trunks decides to take a trip to check on everyone about 25 years post-The Cell Games when he meets a beautiful, yet familiar looking Green-Haired Vixen. What kind of trouble is waiting for him? A joint fic between Gene and Sosoru.

A/N: This is a Joint fic between Sosoru and myself.



The Time Machine blinked into existence above Satan City. Trunks smiled and looked for a suitable place to land. A lot has changed since he visited last. Many more building riddled the landscape. He noticed that Mr. Satan's face was everywhere. He sure did capitalize on the deeds of others. Trunks shook his head and spotted a clean little alleyway the machine landed near some boxes, making them fly into the air. Mirai no Trunks opened the hatch and sighed as he stepped out of the time Machine. The air greeting him was muggy and the sun was warm. He pulled a capsule from his pocket and capsule- ized the machine.

Trunks took his jacket off and tied it around his waist, as it was far to warm for it. "I wonder how mom's doing? It sure has been a while," he thought to himself, remembering her face when he left this timeline the last time. Shaking his thoughts, he pulled his hair into a messy ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way of his vision and quickly walked out of the alley. He looked about to make sure he was in the general direction of his mother's house when something had caught his eye.

A flash of green hair.

Curious he followed behind the beauty with a slight grin on his face. She was very good looking from what he could see, as she was facing away from him. Her hips looked right in the short little number she had on. There was nothing like this where he's from. Trying his luck, he decided to approach her.

"Um, excuse me," he said. The young woman turned around, and when she did, his mouth dropped open. She looked just like his mom... but that was impossible. The imposter looked at him oddly, wondering if he was going to talk to her or stare at her. He had to think quickly.

"Well, it's been a while since I've been in town," he continued, "and I noticed you and wondered if you would like to get a drink perhaps?"

He absently touched the scar that ran from the corner of his left eye to the top of his neck, waiting for her answer. The young woman contemplated the stranger's offer, all the while eyeing him up and down. But, was he a stranger? The handsome man looked just like her brother, yet...he didn't. His muscles were very defined and sat beautifully under his black wife- beater. His lavender locks were pulled back into a ponytail...his hair was quite long. She smirked and thought he is quite the specimen.

"Pardon me, if I was too forward," the man said apologetically. She flashed him a smile and giggled on the inside. He was certainly a sweetie.

"No, you weren't. A drink would be great," she said, "Follow me." The beauty made sure she added a little switch to her walk as the handsome young man strode behind her, making her rear look irresistible in her blue jean mini-skirt.

"Before this day is over, I will have his number...and maybe more," she muttered to herself.

Trunks followed her, grinning like an idiot. It wasn't his best moment, but right then, he couldn't help but let his eyes move back and forth as she swung her hips. 'Damn, she's fine,' he thought, almost out loud. Before he knew it they were at a bar and were ordering drinks, her hips casting a spell that made him forget everything in between. She had ordered Mudslide and him a rum and coke. He had figured, 'What the hell I don't drive,' and made them get him a whiskey chaser.

"So, what's you're name, beautiful?" He asked, turning to her and smirking like his father would have at that moment. That predatory yet seductive smirk that his mom had told him he had given her when they had started warming to each other.

The woman tried her best not to seem too obvious. She turned to the handsome male beside her and smiled. She leaned forward slightly so he could sneak a peak of her cleavage. After all, she knew he was looking.

"So, are you gonna tell me you name, or will I be moaning sweet nothings will a take you in the back of this place," he said smoothly.

'Boy, I thought I was forward,' she thought. She couldn't help but blush. Luckily, her drink had finally arrived. She sipped down a pleasant gulp, letting the flavors of alcohol; chocolate and ice cream melt together in her mouth. She looked up and him as she released her lips from the straw and smiled.

"Lucky straw," he said, coolly, as if he held the reigns.

DAMN! He was so sexy. She had to change the subject quick before she lost control of the situation.

"By the way, my name is Bra. What's yours?" She asked him. His drink came as well and he placed his finger in the liquid, swirling around the ice cubes.

"My name...call me MT," Trunks smirked. He had to keep playing cool; he was lucky his brain didn't lock up at the sight of her cleavage. She was too hot.

"MT? What dose it stand for?" Bra had asked.

"You'll find out soon," Trunks said softly. He barley surpressed a laugh as he saw her shivered lightly at his suggestive comment. He was doing better than he thought.

"Well, what if I want to find out now?" She asked.

Trunks quickly shot up as he felt a foot slide up his pant leg, slowly but surely moving to his crotch.

He was starting to loose control.

Bra merely smiled at him devilishly, knowing he couldn't resist much longer. He'd be sharing her bed within the hour. She discarded her sandal and slowly slid her bare foot up his leg, coming painfully close to his loins. There, she could see a bulge begin to form. This was perfect; she didn't even need to worry about people watching. The bars were empty this time of day. Just herself, him and the bartender on the other side...out of his view.

Slowly, she crept her French pedicured toes up further, slowly, teasingly touching his erection through his pants. She was getting a little heated herself. She could feel it building up in her region. How sweet the feeling was.

Bra heard MT moan, and that was her Que. She drew her foot back and leaned ever so close to him, noses almost touching. A pleasured grin ran across his face as she looked into his aqua eyes.

"So, are you going to tell me," She purred sexily.

'Damn!' He mentally cursed. He had let it slip out. He merely smirked and hardened his resolve. "No." He then leaned forward the rest of the way and captured her lips in his, starting a battle of wills.

"Mmm." Bra moaned into his mouth.

He smiled and drew back for air, his erection almost painful, but his pride and stubbornness helped him past it.

"So, how long can you last, my dear?" He asked and drank some of his Chaser.

"As long as you." She said seductively.

"I doubt it." He said back. "My stamina is nearly unparalleled."

"Really, now..." Bra said, imagining a active, almost sport-like romp with him.

This man definitely had her attention. Her thoughts were wondering to depths beyond any she had experienced before. He obviously had no clue of her heritage. No mere human could ever keep up with her, though some have tried. But him...there was something about him that had her truly intrigued. It was like she knew him already, but didn't. He was so simple, yet complex. A living breathing contradiction, and enigma for her to solve.

And solve she would.

She sat back on her seat and gingerly traced her collarbone with a single, slender finger. Bra watched as his eyes followed it like a target. Slowly, she slipped her fingers down toward her breasts and he gawked, as she thought he would. 'Just a little bit more,' Bra thought to herself. Spreading her legs slightly, Bra placed her hand on her thigh tracing circles on her warm flesh. He looked down and noticed her little secret.

"Would you care to test that theory," She said as she suggestively placed her hand in the region.

Trunks smiled as she asked that question, teasing them both at the same time.

"I don't think you'd like me to." He said smirked.

"Oh, but I do." She said, moving her hand down further.

He was about to say something when some wonderfully delicious aroma floated to his nose. His nostrils flared as he tracked the scent to her. His face turned serious and he began to feel lightheaded.

Bra smiled sexily as she saw what she was doing to him. She had him right where she wanted him and was about to move in for the kill when her beeper went off.

"Stupid thing." She muttered. Trunks snapped out of his spell as she looked at her beeper.

"I have to go," she said, with a said tone of voice. "But here's my number." Bra quickly scribbled down the digits and handed them to him with the hand that had went exploring. MT grabbed her hand and slipped the paper out of it with my other hand.

"I really have to go." Bra said, as she thought of her mom.

"It's a real shame. Maybe I'll see you around?" He slowly brought her hand to her mouth and kissed it, her taste was on his lips then, and he licked them, savoring her it.

She shuddered. What kind of spell had this mystery man put on her? His kisses tantalized her senses, sending wave after heated wave of lust and desire rolling through her body. She once again looked into those familiar blue orbs and took in a deep breath. How she wanted to mount him right now and ride him to the edge of abandon. She leaned to him, his hard body pressed against hers, his musky scent swirling into her nostrils, intoxicating her. Bra closed her eyes and pursed her lips, anticipating what was to come...

Beep! Beep!

"I really must go," She said as she was so rudely thrown from my trance. "Call me," Bra said as she made her exit, looking back to see him before she had to finally leave. How hard it was for her to walk out that door.

'Damn that infernal piece of junk.' He silently cursed the beeper that took her away from him. He waited a while, finished her drink and his, paid and got up.

"Might was well walk around a bit before going to mom's house," he thought. "I mean, it's not like she's expecting me."



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End Pt. 1.

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