Nappa was the first to recover from any discomfert. He thundered down the stairs and hopped onto the sofa, not noticing the two sleeping hybrids sprawled out on the floor. He flicked on the TV and immediately, to his delight, he heard moaning and grunting in an intense bedroom scene on the featured movie. He leaned in, watching intently.

Lemon flinched at the sudden commotion and opened her eyes wearily. She turned her head and saw Trunks waking up too. She recognized the sounds happening and blushed heavily. She shot up to her feet and put her fists on her hips, glaring at Nappa, who nearly jumped out of his skin.

"UNCLE NAPPA!" She hollered.





Upstairs, Raditz moaned, waking up. "Nappa's watching porn again..."

"Go back to sleep dear..." Zitrone murmured.





Trunks sat up yawning and stretching while Lemon scolded Nappa who sighed heavily. Trunks chuckled, still yawning. He stood up and looked at the clock. Six in the morning. He smirked at Lemon, interrupting her tantrum.

"Going to school today, Lem?"

"Huh? I don't know..."

"Looks like Nappa's fine now... are you anywhere near his strength?"

"Me? Oh no!" Lemon shook her head.

"Uh... huh." Trunks crossed his arms, "Bed. Now."

"But I feel fine!" She walked towards him and lost balance right before she reached him. He caught her and lifted her into his arms.

"I'll take you there." He smirked at her blushing face.





He carefully pulled the quilt over her and smiled down at her. "Comfy?"

"Yeah... sure..." she blushed.

"Okay..." He turned to leave.

"Trunks?" Her voice stopped him. He turned his head slightly.

"Yes?"

"What was your alternate future?" She closed her eyes.

Trunks sighed silently, and closed his eyes still having his back towards her. "Death. Finally staggering back to life. Hardships. Pain. Loss. Evil... I came back here a long time ago to try set it straight. See if I could change the future to make it a better place."

"And have you?" She asked softly, and sleepily.

He paused and looked around her room and out the window, as if this was a dream and he would wake up to the rubble that was his home. He then half smiled, half smirked, "Yes."

"I'm glad." She breathed. "Thank you Trunks."

He turned slowly and looked at her peaceful form, almost asleep on the bed. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted some, giving her a serene look. He smiled warmly and knelt next to her bed. "Your welcome Lemon." He whispered.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. He bent forward towards her face. She blushed, looking into his eyes.

"Have a nice nap, Lem. See you in when you wake up, kid." He kissed her forehead gently, and turned to leave once again.

She paused until he was at the door. "Don't do that." She called softly after him.

He turned, confused, "Do what?"

"Treat me like that." he breathed sleepily, closing her eyes, "I'm not a kid. I'm only one or two years younger than you are, y'know..."

His face softened and he whispered with a soft, breathless chuckle, "That's right."

He crossed over to her bed and bent once again. Her eyes shot open with a small gasp at the touch of his warm breath on her face. He leaned closer, lazily closing his eyes. She closed her own as their lips embraced, and locked in a gentle kiss. It was short, but they found themselves looking into eachother's eyes, baiting the other for one more kiss. Lemon leant in for another and Trunks closed off the remaining space between their lips and kissed her more passionate this time, probing his tongue into her mouth to intertwine with her own. This kiss lasted much longer. Unconsciously, the two teens' arms wrapped around eachother's and Trunks layed down onto her.

Suddenly, his eyes shot wide open and he broke the kiss, immediately walking towards the door. She sat straight up, fully awake now in alert, severly confused.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Trunks spoke as he left the room. He turned to shut her door, looking back at her. "Have a nice nap, Lemon."



She sat, staring at the door, blushing. In a small, timid voice, she whispered gently, "Thank you, Trunks..." She layed back down and drifted off into a slumber full of smiles. Outside, Trunks leaned against her bedroom door, breathing and blushing heavily.

"What am I doing?" He whispered, "I can't get involved with her. I don't belong here. I'd best leave today."

He walked into his room and shut the door.