Chapter Four
"Nani? Not human? Trunks, what are you talking about?" We flew further up, into the clouds, and all I could do was stare in wonder, nearly dumbfounded at the beauty this high up.
He sighed, seemingly fighting some inner battle with himself. His next words confirmed that he had complete trust in me, no matter how crazy he must have seemed at the time. "My father is the prince of an extinct race called the Saiya-jins. My mother, though, is human. Why he chose to marry one of the most fragile race I will never understand."
I stared in disbelief for a moment, millions of little questions buzzing around in my mind. "How is that possible? And where are we going?"
"We're going to where I live. And you'll meet my mother and my father." He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before smiling. "Just because no one can prove such a thing doesn't mean that it doesn't exist."
"Good point." I admitted. "But are there others? Saiya-jins, I mean?"
"Yes, the Son family. They live a few miles west of our home, in the mountains. The one thing you need to understand about the Sayia-jin is that they are a warrior race, bred to fight. It is in our blood. This is the reason my father is. outcast and stern, to put it lightly. But Son Gokou is almost his exact opposite, as his childhood was spent with the belief that he was human."
So much to take in. I felt lightheaded and sleepy up in the high atmosphere, and the steady beat of Trunks's heart lulled me into a peaceful sleep for the remainder of our journey. Visions of change danced in my vague dreams.
~**~
"Meg, wake up, we're here." I opened my eyes as we touched town and Trunks set me on my feet. I looked from his smiling face to the huge dome shaped building in front of me.
"Capsule Corporation," I read. "Kame, this place is huge!"
Trunks laughed for a moment, then I heard his laughter fade softly into a greeting to a middle-aged woman with turquoise hair who had stepped out of the door.
"Trunks? Did you finally bring a pretty girl to show off?" The woman asked.
"Well, hello to you too, Mom." Trunks gathered his mother into a great hug as I followed somewhat tentatively to the door.
Trunks brought me forward, tugging on my hand. "Mom, this is Megan. She's been sticking around for a few months." He winked and I blushed, shaking her hand.
"And I'm Bulma Briefs," she stated, "and it's nice to know that Trunks is finally making some nice lady friends."
Trunks chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Aww, Mom."
Trunks and I followed her inside the spacious kitchen where we seated ourselves at the table.
"Well, it's true," she continued, "you've done nothing but train with your father for half of your life and you used to hardly ever leave home for anything other than fighting. I think your father needed some time off anyway." She turned her gaze to me, "You might want to avoid Vegeta as often as possible. He tends to be rather testy and doesn't like being bothered. Just let me know if he bothers you and I'll put him back in line," she laughed.
At that precise moment, a short man with tall black hair like an upswept flame came into the kitchen so silently that his loud voice startled me. "Where's my dinner, woman?" he asked Bulma, rubbing a towel over his bare sweaty forearms. The size of his muscles alone intimidated, not to mention his eternal scowl.
"I'm not going to fix it right now, brute, we have company. Now get some clothes on and take a show, you smell horrible."
He smirked, taking her criticism in stride. As he walked by Trunks and gave me a thorough once over, which felt to me like a lion carefully examining another animal such as myself to see whether it posed any immediate threat to him or not.
"Without that, Trunks, you aren't fit to be the king of the Saiya- jins. You make up you mind too fast." With that, he disappeared up the stairs, leaving me wondering if he had approved of me or not.
I half-smiled, "At least he has something resembling a sense of humor."
Bulma laughed. "Better get used to it. If Vegeta says that many word on an empty stomach after training in the gravity room all day, he must think you're sticking around for awhile."
Later that night after we had eaten dinner, Bulma invited me to spend the night since it was already dark and I shouldn't bother going home. The following day was a Saturday, so I didn't have any classes to worry about.
She led me to an extra room, next to Trunks's, which I do believe she arranged. I sat on the edge of my bed for nearly two hours just staring off into space. Finally, the silence was too much for me to bear. I stood, wrapped myself in a sheet to stop my sudden chill, and knocked on Trunks's door.
"Come in," he replied to my soft knock.
I stepped inside the door into the dark room, the moon casting a dim light across the floor. "I couldn't sleep," I explained, feeling somewhat stupid now.
He set down the book he was reading by the moonlight and gestured for me to sit on the bed next to him. I did so, anticipating.
"Will you sleep next to me tonight?" He played with the stray locks of my hair, and I could feel all the suppressed strength in that brief touch, the awesome power that ran through him.
He knew I didn't need to answer him as I crawled under the blanket with him and I felt his arm protectively encircled my waist. His warm lips kissed my neck briefly and I sighed, falling asleep to his even breathing.
~**~
The days after that were mixed together with class and Trunks. He showed me everything about the Saiya-jins that I wanted to know. How they trained, how they lived, how had existed. It was so fascinating to me, to see all of this. And the look on Trunks's face when he told me he loved me was priceless. Just as priceless as the look on Vegeta's face when he found out.
"Nani? Not human? Trunks, what are you talking about?" We flew further up, into the clouds, and all I could do was stare in wonder, nearly dumbfounded at the beauty this high up.
He sighed, seemingly fighting some inner battle with himself. His next words confirmed that he had complete trust in me, no matter how crazy he must have seemed at the time. "My father is the prince of an extinct race called the Saiya-jins. My mother, though, is human. Why he chose to marry one of the most fragile race I will never understand."
I stared in disbelief for a moment, millions of little questions buzzing around in my mind. "How is that possible? And where are we going?"
"We're going to where I live. And you'll meet my mother and my father." He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before smiling. "Just because no one can prove such a thing doesn't mean that it doesn't exist."
"Good point." I admitted. "But are there others? Saiya-jins, I mean?"
"Yes, the Son family. They live a few miles west of our home, in the mountains. The one thing you need to understand about the Sayia-jin is that they are a warrior race, bred to fight. It is in our blood. This is the reason my father is. outcast and stern, to put it lightly. But Son Gokou is almost his exact opposite, as his childhood was spent with the belief that he was human."
So much to take in. I felt lightheaded and sleepy up in the high atmosphere, and the steady beat of Trunks's heart lulled me into a peaceful sleep for the remainder of our journey. Visions of change danced in my vague dreams.
~**~
"Meg, wake up, we're here." I opened my eyes as we touched town and Trunks set me on my feet. I looked from his smiling face to the huge dome shaped building in front of me.
"Capsule Corporation," I read. "Kame, this place is huge!"
Trunks laughed for a moment, then I heard his laughter fade softly into a greeting to a middle-aged woman with turquoise hair who had stepped out of the door.
"Trunks? Did you finally bring a pretty girl to show off?" The woman asked.
"Well, hello to you too, Mom." Trunks gathered his mother into a great hug as I followed somewhat tentatively to the door.
Trunks brought me forward, tugging on my hand. "Mom, this is Megan. She's been sticking around for a few months." He winked and I blushed, shaking her hand.
"And I'm Bulma Briefs," she stated, "and it's nice to know that Trunks is finally making some nice lady friends."
Trunks chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Aww, Mom."
Trunks and I followed her inside the spacious kitchen where we seated ourselves at the table.
"Well, it's true," she continued, "you've done nothing but train with your father for half of your life and you used to hardly ever leave home for anything other than fighting. I think your father needed some time off anyway." She turned her gaze to me, "You might want to avoid Vegeta as often as possible. He tends to be rather testy and doesn't like being bothered. Just let me know if he bothers you and I'll put him back in line," she laughed.
At that precise moment, a short man with tall black hair like an upswept flame came into the kitchen so silently that his loud voice startled me. "Where's my dinner, woman?" he asked Bulma, rubbing a towel over his bare sweaty forearms. The size of his muscles alone intimidated, not to mention his eternal scowl.
"I'm not going to fix it right now, brute, we have company. Now get some clothes on and take a show, you smell horrible."
He smirked, taking her criticism in stride. As he walked by Trunks and gave me a thorough once over, which felt to me like a lion carefully examining another animal such as myself to see whether it posed any immediate threat to him or not.
"Without that, Trunks, you aren't fit to be the king of the Saiya- jins. You make up you mind too fast." With that, he disappeared up the stairs, leaving me wondering if he had approved of me or not.
I half-smiled, "At least he has something resembling a sense of humor."
Bulma laughed. "Better get used to it. If Vegeta says that many word on an empty stomach after training in the gravity room all day, he must think you're sticking around for awhile."
Later that night after we had eaten dinner, Bulma invited me to spend the night since it was already dark and I shouldn't bother going home. The following day was a Saturday, so I didn't have any classes to worry about.
She led me to an extra room, next to Trunks's, which I do believe she arranged. I sat on the edge of my bed for nearly two hours just staring off into space. Finally, the silence was too much for me to bear. I stood, wrapped myself in a sheet to stop my sudden chill, and knocked on Trunks's door.
"Come in," he replied to my soft knock.
I stepped inside the door into the dark room, the moon casting a dim light across the floor. "I couldn't sleep," I explained, feeling somewhat stupid now.
He set down the book he was reading by the moonlight and gestured for me to sit on the bed next to him. I did so, anticipating.
"Will you sleep next to me tonight?" He played with the stray locks of my hair, and I could feel all the suppressed strength in that brief touch, the awesome power that ran through him.
He knew I didn't need to answer him as I crawled under the blanket with him and I felt his arm protectively encircled my waist. His warm lips kissed my neck briefly and I sighed, falling asleep to his even breathing.
~**~
The days after that were mixed together with class and Trunks. He showed me everything about the Saiya-jins that I wanted to know. How they trained, how they lived, how had existed. It was so fascinating to me, to see all of this. And the look on Trunks's face when he told me he loved me was priceless. Just as priceless as the look on Vegeta's face when he found out.
