Author's note: Maybe I should put up a sap alert on this chapter. :p
Wherever You Will Go by Shelly
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When they returned to Goku's, the house was completely dark, leaving them to assume that everyone had retired for the night. Walking through the kitchen, they almost blasted Goku into oblivion, hidden as he was by the darkness.
"Goku, don't scare us like that!" she gasped, trying to calm her racing heart.
"Sorry about that. I wanted to speak to you alone, Shira."
His voice conveyed a thousand different emotions, but she couldn't put a name to one of them. "Sure," she replied, still being led towards the stairs by Trunks. "Trunks, let go!" she whispered.
"He can wait till morning. I have a much better use for you right now," he whispered back in her ear, pushing her against the wall and kissing on her neck.
She closed her eyes, biting back a moan of pleasure as she melted against him. "Trunks," she laughed, "as much as I would love to discover the many uses you have for me, I'm worried about him. I'll only be a few minutes," she added, touching his face with her hand. She heard him sigh then felt his lips touch hers softly.
"I'll be waiting."
"I love you," she told him.
"I love you, too" he answered, his footsteps disappearing upstairs.
She sighed in disappointment as she was looking forward to spending the rest of the night in his arms. But she had almost expected Goku to be there when she returned to finish hashing things out between them. Why couldn't he have waited till tomorrow?
Returning downstairs, she sensed Goku was sitting at the kitchen table. She sat down opposite him. "Okay, Goku. Let me have it. I've had a long night and I expect you have too."
"I don't even know where to begin."
"Well, how about you begin by believing that everything I said was true. I know by now that you've got all sorts of ideas in your head, but I never could lie to you Goku. I may not have told you everything, but I'm not what you think I am."
"Then who are you, Shira? I don't think even I know anymore."
"Goku, I am the same person I was on Yardrat. Yes, I'm sorry for what happened earlier, but dammit, he tried to kill Trunks, and I wasn't about to let him get away with it. And speaking of Trunks, he asked me why you forgave Vegeta so quickly, but you had such a hard time forgiving me."
"You told him?"
"I told him about us, yes. He was surprised, but he understood."
"He really loves you then?"
"Yes, he does, and I love him too. More than I ever imagined I could."
"In that case, I better not keep you away from him any longer."
She rose and walked over to Goku. She had come in here with all her defenses raised, but she soon realized that he was only concerned for his family, and she softened her attitude towards him. "I know you love your family very much, and I'm sorry that I've caused as much trouble as I have. I never thought that things would turn out like this. But I will fight with my last breath to keep your family safe." She leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight, Goku. Try and get some sleep."
"Shira, wait," he called out when she started to leave.
"Yes?"
"It's not that I couldn't forgive you for your past. You can't help what you became. It's just that I was hurt that you couldn't confide in me about it. We shared so many other things."
"I couldn't tell you because I didn't want you to hate me. Your friendship meant everything to me."
"Especially since you couldn't have my love?" he asked.
"I'm tired, Goku," she said instead, turning away.
"There was a small part of me that did love you, you know."
She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Why did he have to do this to her? "Goodnight, Goku," she said, quietly making her way upstairs. She found the door to her room and slipped inside, shedding her clothing and sliding under the sheets. Trunks' warm body snuggled up behind her, his arm wrapping around her waist.
"Man, you're cold."
She turned so that she faced him. "I'm sure you have a remedy for that."
"Maybe," he answered, running his hand down her back then up to her breast, caressing it gently. His lips claimed hers in a tender kiss, eliciting a moan from her. She moved her hand down to stroke his erection until his breath came in gasps. He grabbed her hips with his hands and lifted her on top of him, sliding into her with a groan. She quickly picked up the pace until they both climaxed so intensely they were left trembling in each other's arms.
She raised herself on one hand, using the other to brush sweat-dampened strands of his hair off his face. This was where she belonged, with him and no other. She leaned down to kiss him. "I love you so much, Trunks."
He reached up to pull her hair away from her face. "I love you too, Shira. And I'll be damned if I'm going to share you with anybody."
She laughed. "Well, I'm not sharing you either," she added, wondering where that came from.
Later that morning, Trunks awoke from his troubled dreams to feel Shira's back pressed against his chest. With her lying so close to him, he couldn't help but remember the dreams that had haunted him. He kept reliving those last words that Goku had spoken to her. He had eavesdropped on their conversation, something he had known was wrong, but what bothered him the most was that she had never answered him. So was there still some part of her that loved Goku?
Yes, Trunks knew he was being silly. She was here in his arms after all, wasn't she?
Stirring in his arms, she turned deeper into his embrace, sighing sleepily. He kissed her forehead, combing his fingers through her silky hair. She opened her eyes and looked into his, a loving smile touching her lips, and he was reminded yet again of how much he needed her in his life.
He brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss; she moaned and touched the side of his neck with her hand, her fingers eventually toying with his lavender hair.
"How is it possible for you to have such control over me?" she asked. "All I have to do is look into your eyes or hear your voice and I get weak in the knees. No one has ever made me feel this way."
"Not even Goku?" he questioned, not wanting to ask but doing so anyway.
She groaned, remembering what he had said last night. "You listened in didn't you?" When he didn't reply, she sighed. "Trunks, there's no reason for you to be jealous. What I felt for him comes nowhere close to my feelings for you. What more can I do to make you realize that?"
"Come back with me into the future," he answered.
She was speechless for a moment. "Not when any day now, Karik could destroy us all--"
"I know," he interrupted. "I'm talking about afterward."
"You're assuming there's an afterward. I may just be killed in this battle."
"Not if I have anything to say about it. So, will you?"
"You don't even know if your ship can carry us both. What if something happens?"
"Yes or no?" he pressed.
She sighed. "You know I can't live without you," she answered, moving on top of him. "If you left without me, you'd leave me with only half a heart and soul. You're the only thing I want in this life," she whispered, lowering her lips to his. He wound his fingers through her hair and held her to him.
Finally he pulled away from her and smiled. "Enough of this mushy stuff, I'm hungry. Fix me some breakfast, woman!"
"Mushy?!" she cried, grabbing one of the pillows and thrashing him with it. "And how dare you call me woman!"
He laughed, holding his hands in front of him to block the blows.
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Next chapter things will change as Goku confronts Shira about her feelings. Please review!!
Wherever You Will Go by Shelly
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When they returned to Goku's, the house was completely dark, leaving them to assume that everyone had retired for the night. Walking through the kitchen, they almost blasted Goku into oblivion, hidden as he was by the darkness.
"Goku, don't scare us like that!" she gasped, trying to calm her racing heart.
"Sorry about that. I wanted to speak to you alone, Shira."
His voice conveyed a thousand different emotions, but she couldn't put a name to one of them. "Sure," she replied, still being led towards the stairs by Trunks. "Trunks, let go!" she whispered.
"He can wait till morning. I have a much better use for you right now," he whispered back in her ear, pushing her against the wall and kissing on her neck.
She closed her eyes, biting back a moan of pleasure as she melted against him. "Trunks," she laughed, "as much as I would love to discover the many uses you have for me, I'm worried about him. I'll only be a few minutes," she added, touching his face with her hand. She heard him sigh then felt his lips touch hers softly.
"I'll be waiting."
"I love you," she told him.
"I love you, too" he answered, his footsteps disappearing upstairs.
She sighed in disappointment as she was looking forward to spending the rest of the night in his arms. But she had almost expected Goku to be there when she returned to finish hashing things out between them. Why couldn't he have waited till tomorrow?
Returning downstairs, she sensed Goku was sitting at the kitchen table. She sat down opposite him. "Okay, Goku. Let me have it. I've had a long night and I expect you have too."
"I don't even know where to begin."
"Well, how about you begin by believing that everything I said was true. I know by now that you've got all sorts of ideas in your head, but I never could lie to you Goku. I may not have told you everything, but I'm not what you think I am."
"Then who are you, Shira? I don't think even I know anymore."
"Goku, I am the same person I was on Yardrat. Yes, I'm sorry for what happened earlier, but dammit, he tried to kill Trunks, and I wasn't about to let him get away with it. And speaking of Trunks, he asked me why you forgave Vegeta so quickly, but you had such a hard time forgiving me."
"You told him?"
"I told him about us, yes. He was surprised, but he understood."
"He really loves you then?"
"Yes, he does, and I love him too. More than I ever imagined I could."
"In that case, I better not keep you away from him any longer."
She rose and walked over to Goku. She had come in here with all her defenses raised, but she soon realized that he was only concerned for his family, and she softened her attitude towards him. "I know you love your family very much, and I'm sorry that I've caused as much trouble as I have. I never thought that things would turn out like this. But I will fight with my last breath to keep your family safe." She leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight, Goku. Try and get some sleep."
"Shira, wait," he called out when she started to leave.
"Yes?"
"It's not that I couldn't forgive you for your past. You can't help what you became. It's just that I was hurt that you couldn't confide in me about it. We shared so many other things."
"I couldn't tell you because I didn't want you to hate me. Your friendship meant everything to me."
"Especially since you couldn't have my love?" he asked.
"I'm tired, Goku," she said instead, turning away.
"There was a small part of me that did love you, you know."
She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Why did he have to do this to her? "Goodnight, Goku," she said, quietly making her way upstairs. She found the door to her room and slipped inside, shedding her clothing and sliding under the sheets. Trunks' warm body snuggled up behind her, his arm wrapping around her waist.
"Man, you're cold."
She turned so that she faced him. "I'm sure you have a remedy for that."
"Maybe," he answered, running his hand down her back then up to her breast, caressing it gently. His lips claimed hers in a tender kiss, eliciting a moan from her. She moved her hand down to stroke his erection until his breath came in gasps. He grabbed her hips with his hands and lifted her on top of him, sliding into her with a groan. She quickly picked up the pace until they both climaxed so intensely they were left trembling in each other's arms.
She raised herself on one hand, using the other to brush sweat-dampened strands of his hair off his face. This was where she belonged, with him and no other. She leaned down to kiss him. "I love you so much, Trunks."
He reached up to pull her hair away from her face. "I love you too, Shira. And I'll be damned if I'm going to share you with anybody."
She laughed. "Well, I'm not sharing you either," she added, wondering where that came from.
Later that morning, Trunks awoke from his troubled dreams to feel Shira's back pressed against his chest. With her lying so close to him, he couldn't help but remember the dreams that had haunted him. He kept reliving those last words that Goku had spoken to her. He had eavesdropped on their conversation, something he had known was wrong, but what bothered him the most was that she had never answered him. So was there still some part of her that loved Goku?
Yes, Trunks knew he was being silly. She was here in his arms after all, wasn't she?
Stirring in his arms, she turned deeper into his embrace, sighing sleepily. He kissed her forehead, combing his fingers through her silky hair. She opened her eyes and looked into his, a loving smile touching her lips, and he was reminded yet again of how much he needed her in his life.
He brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss; she moaned and touched the side of his neck with her hand, her fingers eventually toying with his lavender hair.
"How is it possible for you to have such control over me?" she asked. "All I have to do is look into your eyes or hear your voice and I get weak in the knees. No one has ever made me feel this way."
"Not even Goku?" he questioned, not wanting to ask but doing so anyway.
She groaned, remembering what he had said last night. "You listened in didn't you?" When he didn't reply, she sighed. "Trunks, there's no reason for you to be jealous. What I felt for him comes nowhere close to my feelings for you. What more can I do to make you realize that?"
"Come back with me into the future," he answered.
She was speechless for a moment. "Not when any day now, Karik could destroy us all--"
"I know," he interrupted. "I'm talking about afterward."
"You're assuming there's an afterward. I may just be killed in this battle."
"Not if I have anything to say about it. So, will you?"
"You don't even know if your ship can carry us both. What if something happens?"
"Yes or no?" he pressed.
She sighed. "You know I can't live without you," she answered, moving on top of him. "If you left without me, you'd leave me with only half a heart and soul. You're the only thing I want in this life," she whispered, lowering her lips to his. He wound his fingers through her hair and held her to him.
Finally he pulled away from her and smiled. "Enough of this mushy stuff, I'm hungry. Fix me some breakfast, woman!"
"Mushy?!" she cried, grabbing one of the pillows and thrashing him with it. "And how dare you call me woman!"
He laughed, holding his hands in front of him to block the blows.
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Next chapter things will change as Goku confronts Shira about her feelings. Please review!!
