Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ just my own characters.

Wherever You Will Go by Shelly

CHAPTER SEVEN


Shira laughed at Trunks' open-mouthed expression. "Was that Goku?" he asked.

"Yes, silly," she replied. "That was Goku. His family have been gracious enough to let me stay with them the past week."

"And I take it he knows about us?"

She nodded. "I suppose we better get out of this water before we turn into raisins."

They both waded towards the edge, Trunks following behind Shira. He was witness to an alluring sight as he watched the water run in rivulets down her slender body, her long hair plastered down her back. She reached around to gather the ebony mass in her hands and squeeze it dry, and he caught a glimpse of a well-rounded breast.

:Shira, you don't even know what you're doing to me, do you?: He groaned in agony and quickly gathered his clothes, putting them on so she wouldn't see the evidence of his growing passion for her. No matter how badly he wanted her, he was determined to take things slowly with her.

He felt her arms wrap around him, and he turned to see she was fully clothed. "Ready?" she asked, then suddenly teleported them in front of Goku's house.

Trunks looked a little disoriented. "What did you do?"

She smiled. "Instant transmission." He managed to hide his surprise this time, but she knew better. "Man, for someone who knew me, you know surprisingly little about me," she teased.

"No, I don't . You didn't tell me too much about yourself. I guess because I was so much younger than you."

She laughed and led him inside. Goku and Gohan were already seated, waiting for the food. Gohan spotted them first. "Dad look! It's that guy from the future with Shira. And they're holding hands too!"

Shira chuckled when she saw Trunks blushing.

"Gohan!" Chi-Chi reprimanded him. "Don't embarrass our guests. Please have a seat. There's more than enough."

Neither Shira nor Trunks ate that much as she was enjoying seeing his discomfort at watching Goku and Gohan eat. They practically cleaned everything off the table, leaving huge piles of dishes. Shira helped Chi-Chi with them as the rest retired to the living room to allow their dinner to digest.

"So Trunks, how long are you going to be visiting?" Goku asked.

"Trunks!" Gohan cried. "That's your name?"

"Yes," he replied. "But please keep that to yourself. I don't really know, Goku. I haven't given it much thought."

"Maybe you can train with us to fight the androids then."

"That's a good idea. Maybe if I train with you guys then when I return I'll be strong enough to defeat them."

Shira had started to walk into the room but stopped when she overheard Trunks. She hadn't wanted to think about it, but it was something she would eventually have to face. But for now she would make the best of their time together.

She walked in and sat down beside Trunks, smiling at Gohan as he pelted both Trunks and Goku with questions about super-saiyans and what the planet Yardrat was like. At this Goku and Shira exchanged a quick glance that went unnoticed by the others. Suddenly she yawned. "It's getting late. I think I'll retire for the night."

"I believe it's your bedtime too, Gohan," Chi-Chi pointed out.

"But Mom--" he protested.

"To bed, Gohan. Now!"

Gohan sighed, defeated. "Goodnight everybody."

Shira smiled as she watched Gohan trudge upstairs and suddenly felt a weight in her lap. She looked down to see Trunks' head lying in her lap, the rest of him stretched out on the couch. She smiled and stroked his face and hair with her fingers, his eyes closing in contentment. She looked up when Chi-Chi came in the room with an armful of blankets and found Goku's eyes on her, a strange expression on his face. Was he remembering the times when she would do this for him?

Chi-Chi placed the blankets in a nearby chair. "I brought these in case you need them."

"Thank you so much for your hospitality. If you ever need anything, let me know," Shira offered.

Chi-Chi adopted a peculiar smile as she and Goku left to go upstairs. Shira asked Trunks to sit up, and she moved around so that she was sitting behind him, her back resting against the arm of the couch. Then she reached over and tugged his shirt over his head before pulling him down into her arms. "Doesn't that feel better?" she breathed into his ear, eliciting a shiver from him. She rubbed her hands over his muscled arms and chest.

"Wonderful," he murmured, catching her hands and pulling them closer around him. "Keep doing that and you're gonna get in trouble."

"Well then, should I do this?" Moving his hair away from his neck, she lightly kissed the right side of his neck and moved up to trace the outer edge of his ear with her tongue. His only reply was another shiver that made his whole body tremble. "Or this?" She continued around to the back of his neck, the lavender silk of his hair falling through her fingers and brushing over the back of her hand. He groaned, and she tilted his head to the other side, giving his other ear the same treatment as the first. By now, she had him writhing on the couch with pure wanting.

Having had enough, he lifted himself up and turned around so that his weight pushed her into the soft cushions. She laughed. "Does this mean I'm in trouble?" She couldn't help but think of how incredibly desirable he looked just now with his eyes darkened to a smoky blue from desire.

"Wench," he growled, determined to give as good as he got. It was incredible what kind of effect she had on him, at how she knew just how to make him crazy with wanting. He also went straight for her neck, licking and kissing his way to her mouth but not giving in to her just yet. One of her hands was still threaded in his hair, the other roaming down his back and across his buttocks, her nails digging into them.

He pulled back to gaze into her eyes, her own a smoky blue, and leaned in to kiss her, but he heard footsteps and quickly leaped to his feet, his heart pounding.

"I'm coming down to get some water," Gohan called as he crept down the stairs.

Trunks watched him walk into the kitchen and ran his fingers through his hair. Why did he have to come down? he fumed silently.

Soon the boy returned with a glass of water. "Goodnight, Gohan," Shira chuckled, sitting up.

Trunks grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. "You are lucky he came when he did else I wouldn't be responsible for what happened to you."

She smiled. "But you would be responsible, my handsome saiyan, and enjoying every minute."

"And because of that I'm sleeping down here tonight," he replied, placing a kiss on the back of her hand.

"Then I wish you pleasant dreams," she teased.

"Temptress," he breathed, finally brushing his warm lips against hers in a light kiss. She whimpered in disappointment, but he kept it at that. "Goodnight, Shira."

She replied the same, and he watched her disappear upstairs before grabbing the blankets and settling in for a restless night as her scent still lingered on the cushions.

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Author's note: *Fans herself with a piece of paper.* Man, is it hot in here or is it just me? Next chapter: Things heat up between Shira and Trunks.