Author's note: Man, still only one review? You guys must not like this. I need your reviews so I know whether to continue this or not. *Gets down on knees and begs.* Please?!
Also, sorry for the long chapter, but this will be the only one I'm posting today! ^.^
Wherever You Will Go by Shelly
CHAPTER EIGHT
Shira was up early the next morning, unable to sleep any longer and not see Trunks. Seeing he was still asleep though, she helped Chi-Chi prepare breakfast instead. She was really an excellent cook and Shira learned much from her.
Soon Goku and Gohan stumbled downstairs, yawning and stretching. "Morning, dear." Goku kissed Chi-Chi on the cheek. "I see you've picked up a helper."
"Yes, and it's wonderful to have the help."
Shira laughed. "I feel so bad intruding on your family like this, I figure I might as well make myself useful."
"Well, I wish someone else had the same idea," she hinted.
Goku had the decency to look guilty.
"Yeah, it's really sad that there's some people who are strong enough to save the world, but can't even help take out the trash," Shira joined in.
"You'd better watch it, Shira. Chi-Chi can get away with things like that because she's my wife, but you have no such protection," he teased, holding his hands out in front of him and flexing his fingers. "Perhaps a round of tickle torture?"
"Goku, please don't!" she pleaded. Goku made a grab for her anyway, and she ran into the living room, the saiyan hot on her trail. They chased each other around the furniture, Goku coming close a few times and she would dart away from him, laughing at the top of her lungs and waking Trunks.
"What's going on?" he asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Shira jumped on the couch behind him and tried to hide behind him. "Trunks, help me! Goku's trying to put me through the tickle torture!"
A mischievous smile teasing his lips, Trunks reached around and grabbed her, pulling her across his lap. "What makes you think I won't help him?"
"Ah, Trunks, no!" she cried, laughing uncontrollably as both saiyans closed in on her. "You traitor!" She struggled feebly, but only ended up in the floor when she slipped off Trunks' lap.
"Breakfast is ready!" Chi-Chi called.
"All right!" Goku cried, bolting for the kitchen.
Shira lay on the floor, breathing heavily and holding her sides. She saw a shadow fall over her and looked up to see Trunks straddling her, his blue eyes bright with laughter. "I hope you know you've been nothing but mean to me since you've come back," she playfully pouted.
He laughed. "I can't help it if I love to tease you so much. "
"Then by all means tease me," she replied, slipping her arms around his neck and bringing him closer to her. "As long as it's the right kind," she whispered into his ear.
He laughed. "Don't tempt me. I may just carry you upstairs and have you for breakfast." He lowered his lips to hers for a slow kiss. She wound her fingers into his hair, holding him close.
"Mom, you can just leave the syrup off my pancakes. We've got enough sweetness going on in here."
Shira couldn't help but snicker as Trunks groaned.
Shortly after everyone had eaten, Goku left to meet Piccolo for their try at getting a driver's license. Shira helped in the kitchen as Trunks showered upstairs.
"I think it's sweet, you two being in love," Chi-Chi gushed. "I remember when Goku and I were that age. And as a matter of fact, today's our wedding anniversary."
"Really?" Shira asked.
"Goku and I discussed it and we'd like to ask a favor of you."
"Anything!"
"Would you mind it if we left Gohan with you while we went out?" Chi-Chi asked nervously.
"Of course I don't mind!" Shira exclaimed. "I told you I would do something for you both and I meant it."
"Oh, thank you so much!" the older woman cried. "I'll go ahead and fix something for you all to eat. Let's see..." She chewed on her lip in thought. "Can I ask one more thing? Would you mind going into town and picking up a few things for me?"
"Sure, let me go tell Trunks," she replied, dashing up the stairs to the bathroom. She knocked on the door. "Trunks?" She slowly opened the door when she received no answer and glanced inside, her eyes widening at the sight before her.
The shower only had a glass door and although it was foggy from the hot water, she could still make out his form. His arms were raised as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, giving her a good view of his well-muscled chest and lean hips which then led to powerful legs. Too bad the steam hid that which she most wanted to see.
While she had played peeping tom, he had turned the water off and was about to step out of the shower. Blushing furiously, she quickly shut the door and leaned against the hallway opposite the door, willing her racing heart to slow down.
Soon the door opened and he stepped out into the hallway, a towel wrapped around his slim hips and his wet hair combed back from his face. Her knees threatened to give out beneath her. :Oh why does he have to be so damn irresistible?:
A lavender eyebrow arched over one blue eye, a smirk teasing the edges of his mouth. "See anything you like?"
Mortified, she nearly screamed and fled into the safety of her room.
Shira sighed happily as she walked along the side of the street, hand in hand with the man she cared about most in this world. "I'm actually having fun," she commented.
"Of course, you're shopping. It's all women's favorite pastime."
"And since when did you become such an expert on women?" she asked.
"I never professed to be an expert on all women," he replied, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "Just you," he added, kissing her upturned lips.
She sighed again, licking her lips to taste him any way she could. She stopped suddenly, almost tripping both of them. "Sorry! Here's the produce shop. I'll only be a little bit if you want to wait out here."
"Okay," he answered, smiling as he watched her disappear inside, suddenly realizing how much he loved this woman.
"Hey you! With the purple hair!"
Trunks turned in the direction of the voices and spotted three girls in a convertible waving at him.
"Hey sexy! Why don't you come take a ride with us?" a blonde girl called.
"No thanks. I'm with somebody," he replied becoming embarrassed.
"Forget about her. You'll have more fun with us, we promise!"
He suddenly sensed Shira's presence. "Why should he when he has me? He's spoken for so go find someone else to play with, slut!"
Trunks stepped back, beginning to enjoy this.
"Oh, she did not just call me a slut," the blonde returned, jumping out of the car.
"Sure did! Gotta problem with that? Come over here and settle it then!" Shira advanced on the girl, her hands balled into fists, and almost managed to get a swipe in before Trunks grabbed her around the waist. She fought against his hold, kicking with all of her might. The girl stopped not far from her and mocked her, making Shira even hotter. By some chance, Shira suddenly connected with the girl's jaw, sending her flying back into the car, her friends pulling her inside and speeding away.
Shira was still outraged, struggling in his arms. "You'd better run, bitch!" she ranted.
"Shira, calm down," he pleaded. "She's gone now. I think you've done enough already."
She finally quieted down, but was still fuming inside. "The nerve of her! Some girls are so immature."
Trunks laughed and hugged her, pulling back just enough to kiss her. "I love you, Shira, do you know that?"
That managed to evaporate her anger like nothing else could. "What? What did you just say?"
He smiled. "I said I love you, silly."
She smiled and jumped into his arms, holding him tightly. "I love you too, Trunks."
Later that evening, Shira, Trunks, and Gohan had the house to themselves. Trunks played with Gohan outside while Shira warmed up the food Chi-Chi had left for them.
She still couldn't believe how quickly they had fallen in love with each other. All she knew was that she would rather die than live the rest of her life without him. But soon she would have to as he couldn't stay here in this time, making her heart break just thinking about it. Two tears raced down her cheeks, and she hastily wiped them away as Trunks and Gohan walked in. "Supper's ready," she told him.
"I'm starving!" Gohan cried.
Trunks wrapped his arms around her and leaned around to kiss her cheek. "How about you?"
"I'm not hungry," she replied.
"You okay?" he asked, worried. He turned her towards him, his worry increasing when he saw the unshed tears in her eyes.
"I'm fine," she spoke through a shaky smile.
He knew she wasn't but he let it drop. "We'll talk later."
She nodded and started washing the dishes.
"You're not eating, Shira?" Gohan asked.
"Nope. You and Trunks have the food all to yourselves. After you finish eating, you can watch some TV."
"Okay," he replied, but he was worried about her also. He liked her alot and hated to see her so sad, especially since he didn't know why.
They both finished, neither of them eating very much. At Trunks' insistence, Gohan headed into the living room to watch TV. Trunks helped Shira finish cleaning up, the silence thick between them. Finally he grabbed hold of her and pulled her into his arms, just holding her and giving her whatever she needed from him. She meant more to him than life itself, and it pained him to see something other than love or happiness in her eyes. She eventually raised her head and looked into his eyes, and he saw that her mood had improved somewhat. Raising his hand, he brushed his thumb across the soft skin of her cheek.
Closing her eyes, she leaned into his touch, turning her face to plant a kiss in the palm of his hand. Threading his hand through her midnight hair to the back of her neck, he brought her even closer to him. She met him halfway with an eager kiss, their bodies clinging tightly to one another. The taste of him combined with the strength of her desire for him made her weak in the knees, and she was grateful for the support of the countertop behind her.
Soon they had to come up for air, and he rested his cheek against her forehead. She turned her face into his neck, kissing it lightly and inhaling his scent. "Shira, you have no idea what kind of effect you have on me," he breathed.
Shira's low, throaty laugh threatened to undo what restraint he had. She moved her hand down to the bulge in his pants. "Oh I think I have some idea."
He jerked involuntarily at her touch, wishing she would do more than just touch him. "I had hoped this could wait till the right time, but keep this up and it may have to be tonight."
"Right time? Trunks, we don't have any. Soon you'll have to return to your time."
"Not any time soon," he replied, looking down into her eyes. "Sure, I can't stay here indefinitely, but there's plenty of time for us to be together."
"What, another month? Trunks, I want you more than for just a month. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I can't. I can't because circumstances are beyond our control. You can't stay here, and I can't return with you."
"Why not? You don't have any family here, there's no other reason for you to stay." As much as he tried to hide it, he was scared. He hadn't thought of having to spend the rest of his life without her, hadn't wanted to. He had thought that she loved him, but maybe it wasn't him she loved.
He thought back to yesterday evening, and a few things fell into place. "It's Goku, isn't it?" he whispered, hoping that she would deny it. "You're in love with him, aren't you?"
Shira's jaw almost hit the floor. "Goku? Where did--Trunks!"
He had stormed away from her and was almost out the door. She followed after him and, once outside, he whirled around to face her. "A few things suddenly became clear to me. When I first saw you, you had just arrived on earth from somewhere. It was Yardrat I assume. Who else could've taught you the instant transmission but Goku? And I had wondered why you didn't want him to know you were here. My guess is that something happened between you two but it didn't work out. You had hopes that you could return here and work things out, but you saw that it could never be. Then I came along and showed a bit of interest. So I was a fair substitute for him."
"That is not what happened! I don't know where you got it in your head that I don't love you, but I do. I love you more than my own life, and I would do anything for you. Goku has done so much for me and for all his friends. They all love him and so do I. But not like I love you, Trunks," she finished, the realization that she could lose him like this bringing tears to her eyes.
His face showed no emotion, though deep inside his heart felt like it had been ripped to pieces. He turned his back to her and began walking into the forest. She had hurt him more than he thought possible, and he needed a little time to think things through.
"Trunks?" she called, her voice breaking on a sob.
He stopped and clenched his hands tightly at his sides. He wished he could turn back and make the last few minutes disappear, fought against doing it with his very being.
Hope sprung in Shira's heart, but dissolved as he blasted off into the night sky. The tears came freely now, and she fell to the ground, great sobs tearing at her throat. She had lost him forever.
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*Sob* It's so sad! Why did he have to leave? He seems to have hit it on the head somewhat, but will she tell him the truth? Please review!
Also, sorry for the long chapter, but this will be the only one I'm posting today! ^.^
Wherever You Will Go by Shelly
CHAPTER EIGHT
Shira was up early the next morning, unable to sleep any longer and not see Trunks. Seeing he was still asleep though, she helped Chi-Chi prepare breakfast instead. She was really an excellent cook and Shira learned much from her.
Soon Goku and Gohan stumbled downstairs, yawning and stretching. "Morning, dear." Goku kissed Chi-Chi on the cheek. "I see you've picked up a helper."
"Yes, and it's wonderful to have the help."
Shira laughed. "I feel so bad intruding on your family like this, I figure I might as well make myself useful."
"Well, I wish someone else had the same idea," she hinted.
Goku had the decency to look guilty.
"Yeah, it's really sad that there's some people who are strong enough to save the world, but can't even help take out the trash," Shira joined in.
"You'd better watch it, Shira. Chi-Chi can get away with things like that because she's my wife, but you have no such protection," he teased, holding his hands out in front of him and flexing his fingers. "Perhaps a round of tickle torture?"
"Goku, please don't!" she pleaded. Goku made a grab for her anyway, and she ran into the living room, the saiyan hot on her trail. They chased each other around the furniture, Goku coming close a few times and she would dart away from him, laughing at the top of her lungs and waking Trunks.
"What's going on?" he asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Shira jumped on the couch behind him and tried to hide behind him. "Trunks, help me! Goku's trying to put me through the tickle torture!"
A mischievous smile teasing his lips, Trunks reached around and grabbed her, pulling her across his lap. "What makes you think I won't help him?"
"Ah, Trunks, no!" she cried, laughing uncontrollably as both saiyans closed in on her. "You traitor!" She struggled feebly, but only ended up in the floor when she slipped off Trunks' lap.
"Breakfast is ready!" Chi-Chi called.
"All right!" Goku cried, bolting for the kitchen.
Shira lay on the floor, breathing heavily and holding her sides. She saw a shadow fall over her and looked up to see Trunks straddling her, his blue eyes bright with laughter. "I hope you know you've been nothing but mean to me since you've come back," she playfully pouted.
He laughed. "I can't help it if I love to tease you so much. "
"Then by all means tease me," she replied, slipping her arms around his neck and bringing him closer to her. "As long as it's the right kind," she whispered into his ear.
He laughed. "Don't tempt me. I may just carry you upstairs and have you for breakfast." He lowered his lips to hers for a slow kiss. She wound her fingers into his hair, holding him close.
"Mom, you can just leave the syrup off my pancakes. We've got enough sweetness going on in here."
Shira couldn't help but snicker as Trunks groaned.
Shortly after everyone had eaten, Goku left to meet Piccolo for their try at getting a driver's license. Shira helped in the kitchen as Trunks showered upstairs.
"I think it's sweet, you two being in love," Chi-Chi gushed. "I remember when Goku and I were that age. And as a matter of fact, today's our wedding anniversary."
"Really?" Shira asked.
"Goku and I discussed it and we'd like to ask a favor of you."
"Anything!"
"Would you mind it if we left Gohan with you while we went out?" Chi-Chi asked nervously.
"Of course I don't mind!" Shira exclaimed. "I told you I would do something for you both and I meant it."
"Oh, thank you so much!" the older woman cried. "I'll go ahead and fix something for you all to eat. Let's see..." She chewed on her lip in thought. "Can I ask one more thing? Would you mind going into town and picking up a few things for me?"
"Sure, let me go tell Trunks," she replied, dashing up the stairs to the bathroom. She knocked on the door. "Trunks?" She slowly opened the door when she received no answer and glanced inside, her eyes widening at the sight before her.
The shower only had a glass door and although it was foggy from the hot water, she could still make out his form. His arms were raised as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, giving her a good view of his well-muscled chest and lean hips which then led to powerful legs. Too bad the steam hid that which she most wanted to see.
While she had played peeping tom, he had turned the water off and was about to step out of the shower. Blushing furiously, she quickly shut the door and leaned against the hallway opposite the door, willing her racing heart to slow down.
Soon the door opened and he stepped out into the hallway, a towel wrapped around his slim hips and his wet hair combed back from his face. Her knees threatened to give out beneath her. :Oh why does he have to be so damn irresistible?:
A lavender eyebrow arched over one blue eye, a smirk teasing the edges of his mouth. "See anything you like?"
Mortified, she nearly screamed and fled into the safety of her room.
Shira sighed happily as she walked along the side of the street, hand in hand with the man she cared about most in this world. "I'm actually having fun," she commented.
"Of course, you're shopping. It's all women's favorite pastime."
"And since when did you become such an expert on women?" she asked.
"I never professed to be an expert on all women," he replied, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "Just you," he added, kissing her upturned lips.
She sighed again, licking her lips to taste him any way she could. She stopped suddenly, almost tripping both of them. "Sorry! Here's the produce shop. I'll only be a little bit if you want to wait out here."
"Okay," he answered, smiling as he watched her disappear inside, suddenly realizing how much he loved this woman.
"Hey you! With the purple hair!"
Trunks turned in the direction of the voices and spotted three girls in a convertible waving at him.
"Hey sexy! Why don't you come take a ride with us?" a blonde girl called.
"No thanks. I'm with somebody," he replied becoming embarrassed.
"Forget about her. You'll have more fun with us, we promise!"
He suddenly sensed Shira's presence. "Why should he when he has me? He's spoken for so go find someone else to play with, slut!"
Trunks stepped back, beginning to enjoy this.
"Oh, she did not just call me a slut," the blonde returned, jumping out of the car.
"Sure did! Gotta problem with that? Come over here and settle it then!" Shira advanced on the girl, her hands balled into fists, and almost managed to get a swipe in before Trunks grabbed her around the waist. She fought against his hold, kicking with all of her might. The girl stopped not far from her and mocked her, making Shira even hotter. By some chance, Shira suddenly connected with the girl's jaw, sending her flying back into the car, her friends pulling her inside and speeding away.
Shira was still outraged, struggling in his arms. "You'd better run, bitch!" she ranted.
"Shira, calm down," he pleaded. "She's gone now. I think you've done enough already."
She finally quieted down, but was still fuming inside. "The nerve of her! Some girls are so immature."
Trunks laughed and hugged her, pulling back just enough to kiss her. "I love you, Shira, do you know that?"
That managed to evaporate her anger like nothing else could. "What? What did you just say?"
He smiled. "I said I love you, silly."
She smiled and jumped into his arms, holding him tightly. "I love you too, Trunks."
Later that evening, Shira, Trunks, and Gohan had the house to themselves. Trunks played with Gohan outside while Shira warmed up the food Chi-Chi had left for them.
She still couldn't believe how quickly they had fallen in love with each other. All she knew was that she would rather die than live the rest of her life without him. But soon she would have to as he couldn't stay here in this time, making her heart break just thinking about it. Two tears raced down her cheeks, and she hastily wiped them away as Trunks and Gohan walked in. "Supper's ready," she told him.
"I'm starving!" Gohan cried.
Trunks wrapped his arms around her and leaned around to kiss her cheek. "How about you?"
"I'm not hungry," she replied.
"You okay?" he asked, worried. He turned her towards him, his worry increasing when he saw the unshed tears in her eyes.
"I'm fine," she spoke through a shaky smile.
He knew she wasn't but he let it drop. "We'll talk later."
She nodded and started washing the dishes.
"You're not eating, Shira?" Gohan asked.
"Nope. You and Trunks have the food all to yourselves. After you finish eating, you can watch some TV."
"Okay," he replied, but he was worried about her also. He liked her alot and hated to see her so sad, especially since he didn't know why.
They both finished, neither of them eating very much. At Trunks' insistence, Gohan headed into the living room to watch TV. Trunks helped Shira finish cleaning up, the silence thick between them. Finally he grabbed hold of her and pulled her into his arms, just holding her and giving her whatever she needed from him. She meant more to him than life itself, and it pained him to see something other than love or happiness in her eyes. She eventually raised her head and looked into his eyes, and he saw that her mood had improved somewhat. Raising his hand, he brushed his thumb across the soft skin of her cheek.
Closing her eyes, she leaned into his touch, turning her face to plant a kiss in the palm of his hand. Threading his hand through her midnight hair to the back of her neck, he brought her even closer to him. She met him halfway with an eager kiss, their bodies clinging tightly to one another. The taste of him combined with the strength of her desire for him made her weak in the knees, and she was grateful for the support of the countertop behind her.
Soon they had to come up for air, and he rested his cheek against her forehead. She turned her face into his neck, kissing it lightly and inhaling his scent. "Shira, you have no idea what kind of effect you have on me," he breathed.
Shira's low, throaty laugh threatened to undo what restraint he had. She moved her hand down to the bulge in his pants. "Oh I think I have some idea."
He jerked involuntarily at her touch, wishing she would do more than just touch him. "I had hoped this could wait till the right time, but keep this up and it may have to be tonight."
"Right time? Trunks, we don't have any. Soon you'll have to return to your time."
"Not any time soon," he replied, looking down into her eyes. "Sure, I can't stay here indefinitely, but there's plenty of time for us to be together."
"What, another month? Trunks, I want you more than for just a month. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I can't. I can't because circumstances are beyond our control. You can't stay here, and I can't return with you."
"Why not? You don't have any family here, there's no other reason for you to stay." As much as he tried to hide it, he was scared. He hadn't thought of having to spend the rest of his life without her, hadn't wanted to. He had thought that she loved him, but maybe it wasn't him she loved.
He thought back to yesterday evening, and a few things fell into place. "It's Goku, isn't it?" he whispered, hoping that she would deny it. "You're in love with him, aren't you?"
Shira's jaw almost hit the floor. "Goku? Where did--Trunks!"
He had stormed away from her and was almost out the door. She followed after him and, once outside, he whirled around to face her. "A few things suddenly became clear to me. When I first saw you, you had just arrived on earth from somewhere. It was Yardrat I assume. Who else could've taught you the instant transmission but Goku? And I had wondered why you didn't want him to know you were here. My guess is that something happened between you two but it didn't work out. You had hopes that you could return here and work things out, but you saw that it could never be. Then I came along and showed a bit of interest. So I was a fair substitute for him."
"That is not what happened! I don't know where you got it in your head that I don't love you, but I do. I love you more than my own life, and I would do anything for you. Goku has done so much for me and for all his friends. They all love him and so do I. But not like I love you, Trunks," she finished, the realization that she could lose him like this bringing tears to her eyes.
His face showed no emotion, though deep inside his heart felt like it had been ripped to pieces. He turned his back to her and began walking into the forest. She had hurt him more than he thought possible, and he needed a little time to think things through.
"Trunks?" she called, her voice breaking on a sob.
He stopped and clenched his hands tightly at his sides. He wished he could turn back and make the last few minutes disappear, fought against doing it with his very being.
Hope sprung in Shira's heart, but dissolved as he blasted off into the night sky. The tears came freely now, and she fell to the ground, great sobs tearing at her throat. She had lost him forever.
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*Sob* It's so sad! Why did he have to leave? He seems to have hit it on the head somewhat, but will she tell him the truth? Please review!
