Disclaimer: Not even Saiyans can squeeze blood out of a turnip. I'm not making any money here. Please don't sue. (Vegeta said, "And why would I want a turnip?")
WARNING : LEMON
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CHAPTER 4: FLASHBACK, PART 3
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Rose felt the blood rushing to her ears. At this proximity, her resolve to not seek a relationship with a person who was so much younger than she was quickly slipping. Trunks was not simply a boy. He had saved the world with his strength, and in the process of gaining it he had grown up. His fighter's build was honed by constant training, and just then covered in sweat, making him shine where the dappled sunlight hit his features. He was kind to everyone he met, and sometimes, when he thought no one else was around, he would cry after having to pull bodies out of the piles of rubble in the cities. He had heart and soul, and she had found herself very attracted to them.
Trunks' face was not only surprised, but he was becoming just as aroused as she was. She could feel his reaction growing. He loosed his hands from her grasp and sat up, causing her to slide down into his lap. She could feel him hardening beneath her as he grasped her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides and reaching up to kiss her with a gentleness that surprised her. It was almost a question, a request for permission. She answered him by breaking the hold he had on her arms and flinging them around his waist, sliding her hands up under his shirt and caressing his backbone. She returned the kiss with a passion that matched her sudden need.
Rose worked her hands around under his shirt until she was able to pull it over his head and fling it away. He reached for her own clothing, and began removing it with little grace. She realized that he had had no practice at this sort of thing, and helped him along, removing the bra herself when he couldn't work the catches and was about to rip them off. He started nibbling at her, first at her navel then working his way up to the valley between her breasts, causing her to shiver. His hands found their way around the lower half of her body, the left stopping at her buttocks and the right at her womanhood, stroking her and causing a moan to escape her lips. She hung on to his head as he continued moving until his hardness was just beneath her, touching, but not entering her opening. She flung her legs around his hips as he flipped her over onto her back, moving her hand to caress his member, causing him to gasp in pleasure. He shifted and moved inside her, shock plain on his face as he broke through her barrier. The pain didn't last long, and Trunks had the kindness and control to simply wait inside her for it to pass. "Why," was all he could manage to say.
"Because I wanted to." She arched her back to meet him, her signal that she was ready. He moaned and began thrusting deeply into her, making a purring sound deep in his chest that seemed to vibrate the very earth. She clung to him and moved with him, matching his pace with little difficulty. As with the dancing movements of their fight, they were perfectly synchronized, completely matching each other until one of them turned the tables with a surprise. This time it was Trunks, biting into the soft flesh of her neck hard enough to draw blood. He kept beating into her, suckling from her neck and causing waves of pain and pleasure in his lover. Finally they climaxed together, and he spilled himself within her. They crashed together and just lay there for a moment, breathing heavily and fully exhausted. She fell asleep in his arms, fully trusting that nothing would harm her in his presence.
x x x
Rose woke to a deep pair of blue eyes and smiled as the memory hit her. "Trunks," she whispered.
He smiled at her tenderly. Had he been awake the whole time? "Rose. I'm sorry." Her brow creased in confusion until he gently touched the crescent shaped wound on her neck. "I didn't mean to. I'm guessing it's a Saiyan thing since Mom has one just like it."
She smiled up at him. "Don't worry about it." Suddenly remembering something, she grinned and moved her hand to the small of his back and the rough spot just above his butt. "What is that?"
He smirked. "Saiyans are born with a tail, prehensile, like that of a monkey."
She arched an eyebrow at him, her imagination having fun with that thought. "Why'd you loose it?"
He shrugged. "Mom had it removed when I was a baby. Saiyans with tails can be very dangerous, and not necessarily on purpose." He told her everything he knew about the Saiyan race, most of it second hand from his mother and his dead mentor, Gohan. A fifty- foot ape monster, huh? Well that was interesting, and not a little frightening, but at least she would never have to deal with it.
As he had given her the gift of knowledge, she gave him the gift of her past. He sat there enthralled by her stories of both the Alpha and Delta Quadrants, of the Academy and of her life on Voyager. He seemed most interested in her Academy days, when she switched from engineering against her father's wishes to security training because it was far more exciting to her. "I never told anyone here about any of this, because I wasn't sure of how it would be received. But you deserved to know." She leaned over and kissed him on the side of his mouth. "I think I love you, Trunks Briefs."
He moved on top of her and kissed her back passionately. As they broke for air, he said, "I'm certain of it. And I love you, too."
x x x
They got dressed, but they didn't leave the clearing. The sun had begun to set and they decided with unspoken accord to stay there and watch it until it started getting dark. Then Trunks picked her up like he had at their first meeting and he flew them home.
Rose had been living at Capsule Corp. for some months, Bulma having offered her one of the old guest bedrooms after learning that she had been living out of a capsule car. Trunks flew in the window to that room, which some instinct had told her to leave open that day, and set her down on her bed, stepping away and looking at her oddly as some strange thought crossed his mind. "What?"
"Why did you wait?"
She sighed. He still seemed to feel guilty about taking her virginity, even though it had been she who seduced him. "I've never felt the need, Trunks. No one has ever been able to arouse me like you do. You've broken through more than one kind of barrier today. I never felt like this before."
He finally relaxed, sure now that he had committed no offense. He kissed her forehead and left the room, using the door this time. She sighed as he left. The room just seemed empty without him in it now. She went into the washroom and turned on the shower, letting it heat up as she undressed. She looked in the mirror and the bite mark Trunks had unintentionally left on her neck. It really didn't look bad at all. In fact, she kind of hoped that it wouldn't fade. It would be a reminder.
Clean and dressed in a nightgown, Rose climbed into her bed and lay there for a while staring out her open window at the stars. She often did that, wondering if somewhere out there, Voyager was searching for her even after two and a half years, but that night they were simply a background to her thoughts. She knew she had fallen, head first. But was that a bad thing? After all he returned her feelings, and his age no longer mattered to her. She wanted this to last forever.
As she drifted off to sleep, her last memory was of that last kiss. And how empty the bed seemed just then.
x x x
The next morning at breakfast, Bulma spotted the mark through her falling cascade of red hair. She frowned for a moment, then sighed. "I guess I need to talk to you two. There are certain facts of Saiyan life that neither of you know." Her hand moved to the mark on her own neck. "Vegeta told me these things long ago, and I should have warned you before this, Trunks, but it was too painful to talk about." Remembered pain flashed across the blue-haired woman's face.
A look of "What have I done?" crossed Trunks' face. "What is it, Mom?"
She sighed again and said, "When Saiyans mate, it's for life. Once you've marked her, you can't go back. It would kill you both. Not even death can truly break the bond, which is a good thing or I wouldn't be here, but if the bond IS broken from the outside, it means death for both mates. Frieza used to do it to people using his pet telepath, back before he destroyed Planet Vegeta. The pain was excrutiating.
"Fortunately, that's not going to be a problem here. What might be is that if either of you had any notion of ever moving on to someone else, you now can't. The bond will take hold fast. I hope you two were feeling something more than just heat, because that thing's not coming off."
Rose was shocked, but not disappointed. Scared shitless, maybe. She looked at Trunks and realized that the guilt she had managed to dispel last night had returned ten fold. "Trunks."
He turned to her, tears in his eyes. Gods, that hurt her! He opened his mouth, and she knew what was about to come out of it. She shook her head, silencing him. "Don't say you're sorry, Trunks. 'Cause I'm not. What I said last night still stands." Bulma left the room to give them privacy.
He said, "I didn't want to force you into a lifetime relationship! I've wanted you since I caught you falling down that hole, but I wanted you completely willing."
She walked to him with a sad little smile and sat sidesaddle in his lap. "Don't you realize it yet, love?" She kissed his cheek, taking the salty tear with her. "That's exactly what you have. You couldn't have bonded me unless we both wanted it. I'm sure of that." *Not that I have any idea why I'm so sure,* she thought. "I know the difference between lust and love, and I would never settle for the one without the other. And I haven't, have I, Trunks." It was not a question.
He smiled up at her, and she grinned back at him glad that he had figured it out. They had always made a good team, finishing eachother's thoughts without noticing it. She was just glad that her own ideas about age in a relationship had been trashed before they'd had a chance to interfere.
Trunks was still hungry, of course, so he reached around her to stab his fork into some of the sausage on his plate. Playfully, she nipped a bite of it off as it passed her. Trunks shipped the rest out of her reach, stuffing the whole thing in his mouth and chewing it up. As he swallowed to clear his mouth, she hopped off his lap and snatched the plate off the table, running to the other side of the room with a grin of sheer mischief on her face.
His own grin answered hers. "Give it back, shorty!" She was only two inches shorter than he, but the playful insult had the desired efect of getting her worked up.
"Or you'll do what?"
He grinned evilly and said, "Oh, I'm sure I could think of something." He powered up just a little and flashed across the room, stopping right in front of Rose and startling her into dropping the plate. He caught it easily and without dumping any of it's contents into the floor. Then he set it on the counter and started tickling her sides, sending her into a giggling fit.
"Stop it!" she yelled through the laughter, not really meaning it. He knew that and grinned even more. Seeking retribution, she reached around him and cupped the stump of his tail in her hand, making him gasp and arch. She kept that hand there, rubbing, and sent the other to his manhood, causing an instant reaction with the double caress. Hardening, he grabbed for her waistband and thrust his right hand inside them putting two of his fingers inside her, teasing her channel until she whimpered, amazed at how easily he could do that to her. He removed the digits and ran his now-wet hand up her abdomen and under her shirt. She got enough control back to lean close to his ear and whisper, "Not here." Bulma wouldn't appreciate having her kitchen counter used in that manner.
Trunks nodded and sighed, picking her up and carrying her off to his room, continually nibbling at her neck as they went, causing more giggles. He took her inside the room, which looked like a normal bachelor's pad in it's disarray, and laid her down on his bed. He crawled on top of her, running his hands all over her and finding all of her most sensitive spots. She grabbed his stump again, earning a buck and a groan from him. She fondled the spot teasingly as Trunks started kissing her with a passion fit to drive them both over the edge. He entered her and set an easy pace, still setting her on fire as he managed to hit the perfect spot with every thrust. She moved with him, easily synching with him again.
This time the urge came on HER to mark HIM. As she bit into the flesh of his neck, tasting his sweet blood in her mouth, he growled in pleasure and he bit her back, reopening the same wound, She felt a dam break somewhere in her mind, and as he climaxed with her and erupted into her, she felt both of their pleasures, felt his overwhelming need of and love for her, and knew that he felt the same thing from her.
They fell together, and he withdrew from her body, laying on the bed beside her and exploring her mind with wonder. She did the same, flipping through the book of his memories with wonder and amazement. There were several that she nearly burst into tears upon seeing them, but he held her close, comforting her and silently assuring her that he was well over the effects of them. The worst one was the death of Gohan, the strong and gentle man who had initially trained him. Seeing him face down in a huge puddle of water had nearly driven the young Saiyan mad, and it had driven him to his transformation, Gohan's final sacrifice helping his pupil to achieve what he hadn't been able to do before. Gohan had obviously loved the boy, and the reverse was also true. He'd loved him like the father he'd never known until later. That death was the kingpin to everything that happened later, causing her to wonder what would have happened if he'd survived.
Trunks smiled sadly. "I wonder that myself, sometimes." Then he kissed her on her temple. "Even with a time machine, I can't change the past. But the future is ours to write." She smiled back at him and they lay there for an hour, just listening to eachother's thoughts.
x x x
WARNING : LEMON
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CHAPTER 4: FLASHBACK, PART 3
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Rose felt the blood rushing to her ears. At this proximity, her resolve to not seek a relationship with a person who was so much younger than she was quickly slipping. Trunks was not simply a boy. He had saved the world with his strength, and in the process of gaining it he had grown up. His fighter's build was honed by constant training, and just then covered in sweat, making him shine where the dappled sunlight hit his features. He was kind to everyone he met, and sometimes, when he thought no one else was around, he would cry after having to pull bodies out of the piles of rubble in the cities. He had heart and soul, and she had found herself very attracted to them.
Trunks' face was not only surprised, but he was becoming just as aroused as she was. She could feel his reaction growing. He loosed his hands from her grasp and sat up, causing her to slide down into his lap. She could feel him hardening beneath her as he grasped her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides and reaching up to kiss her with a gentleness that surprised her. It was almost a question, a request for permission. She answered him by breaking the hold he had on her arms and flinging them around his waist, sliding her hands up under his shirt and caressing his backbone. She returned the kiss with a passion that matched her sudden need.
Rose worked her hands around under his shirt until she was able to pull it over his head and fling it away. He reached for her own clothing, and began removing it with little grace. She realized that he had had no practice at this sort of thing, and helped him along, removing the bra herself when he couldn't work the catches and was about to rip them off. He started nibbling at her, first at her navel then working his way up to the valley between her breasts, causing her to shiver. His hands found their way around the lower half of her body, the left stopping at her buttocks and the right at her womanhood, stroking her and causing a moan to escape her lips. She hung on to his head as he continued moving until his hardness was just beneath her, touching, but not entering her opening. She flung her legs around his hips as he flipped her over onto her back, moving her hand to caress his member, causing him to gasp in pleasure. He shifted and moved inside her, shock plain on his face as he broke through her barrier. The pain didn't last long, and Trunks had the kindness and control to simply wait inside her for it to pass. "Why," was all he could manage to say.
"Because I wanted to." She arched her back to meet him, her signal that she was ready. He moaned and began thrusting deeply into her, making a purring sound deep in his chest that seemed to vibrate the very earth. She clung to him and moved with him, matching his pace with little difficulty. As with the dancing movements of their fight, they were perfectly synchronized, completely matching each other until one of them turned the tables with a surprise. This time it was Trunks, biting into the soft flesh of her neck hard enough to draw blood. He kept beating into her, suckling from her neck and causing waves of pain and pleasure in his lover. Finally they climaxed together, and he spilled himself within her. They crashed together and just lay there for a moment, breathing heavily and fully exhausted. She fell asleep in his arms, fully trusting that nothing would harm her in his presence.
x x x
Rose woke to a deep pair of blue eyes and smiled as the memory hit her. "Trunks," she whispered.
He smiled at her tenderly. Had he been awake the whole time? "Rose. I'm sorry." Her brow creased in confusion until he gently touched the crescent shaped wound on her neck. "I didn't mean to. I'm guessing it's a Saiyan thing since Mom has one just like it."
She smiled up at him. "Don't worry about it." Suddenly remembering something, she grinned and moved her hand to the small of his back and the rough spot just above his butt. "What is that?"
He smirked. "Saiyans are born with a tail, prehensile, like that of a monkey."
She arched an eyebrow at him, her imagination having fun with that thought. "Why'd you loose it?"
He shrugged. "Mom had it removed when I was a baby. Saiyans with tails can be very dangerous, and not necessarily on purpose." He told her everything he knew about the Saiyan race, most of it second hand from his mother and his dead mentor, Gohan. A fifty- foot ape monster, huh? Well that was interesting, and not a little frightening, but at least she would never have to deal with it.
As he had given her the gift of knowledge, she gave him the gift of her past. He sat there enthralled by her stories of both the Alpha and Delta Quadrants, of the Academy and of her life on Voyager. He seemed most interested in her Academy days, when she switched from engineering against her father's wishes to security training because it was far more exciting to her. "I never told anyone here about any of this, because I wasn't sure of how it would be received. But you deserved to know." She leaned over and kissed him on the side of his mouth. "I think I love you, Trunks Briefs."
He moved on top of her and kissed her back passionately. As they broke for air, he said, "I'm certain of it. And I love you, too."
x x x
They got dressed, but they didn't leave the clearing. The sun had begun to set and they decided with unspoken accord to stay there and watch it until it started getting dark. Then Trunks picked her up like he had at their first meeting and he flew them home.
Rose had been living at Capsule Corp. for some months, Bulma having offered her one of the old guest bedrooms after learning that she had been living out of a capsule car. Trunks flew in the window to that room, which some instinct had told her to leave open that day, and set her down on her bed, stepping away and looking at her oddly as some strange thought crossed his mind. "What?"
"Why did you wait?"
She sighed. He still seemed to feel guilty about taking her virginity, even though it had been she who seduced him. "I've never felt the need, Trunks. No one has ever been able to arouse me like you do. You've broken through more than one kind of barrier today. I never felt like this before."
He finally relaxed, sure now that he had committed no offense. He kissed her forehead and left the room, using the door this time. She sighed as he left. The room just seemed empty without him in it now. She went into the washroom and turned on the shower, letting it heat up as she undressed. She looked in the mirror and the bite mark Trunks had unintentionally left on her neck. It really didn't look bad at all. In fact, she kind of hoped that it wouldn't fade. It would be a reminder.
Clean and dressed in a nightgown, Rose climbed into her bed and lay there for a while staring out her open window at the stars. She often did that, wondering if somewhere out there, Voyager was searching for her even after two and a half years, but that night they were simply a background to her thoughts. She knew she had fallen, head first. But was that a bad thing? After all he returned her feelings, and his age no longer mattered to her. She wanted this to last forever.
As she drifted off to sleep, her last memory was of that last kiss. And how empty the bed seemed just then.
x x x
The next morning at breakfast, Bulma spotted the mark through her falling cascade of red hair. She frowned for a moment, then sighed. "I guess I need to talk to you two. There are certain facts of Saiyan life that neither of you know." Her hand moved to the mark on her own neck. "Vegeta told me these things long ago, and I should have warned you before this, Trunks, but it was too painful to talk about." Remembered pain flashed across the blue-haired woman's face.
A look of "What have I done?" crossed Trunks' face. "What is it, Mom?"
She sighed again and said, "When Saiyans mate, it's for life. Once you've marked her, you can't go back. It would kill you both. Not even death can truly break the bond, which is a good thing or I wouldn't be here, but if the bond IS broken from the outside, it means death for both mates. Frieza used to do it to people using his pet telepath, back before he destroyed Planet Vegeta. The pain was excrutiating.
"Fortunately, that's not going to be a problem here. What might be is that if either of you had any notion of ever moving on to someone else, you now can't. The bond will take hold fast. I hope you two were feeling something more than just heat, because that thing's not coming off."
Rose was shocked, but not disappointed. Scared shitless, maybe. She looked at Trunks and realized that the guilt she had managed to dispel last night had returned ten fold. "Trunks."
He turned to her, tears in his eyes. Gods, that hurt her! He opened his mouth, and she knew what was about to come out of it. She shook her head, silencing him. "Don't say you're sorry, Trunks. 'Cause I'm not. What I said last night still stands." Bulma left the room to give them privacy.
He said, "I didn't want to force you into a lifetime relationship! I've wanted you since I caught you falling down that hole, but I wanted you completely willing."
She walked to him with a sad little smile and sat sidesaddle in his lap. "Don't you realize it yet, love?" She kissed his cheek, taking the salty tear with her. "That's exactly what you have. You couldn't have bonded me unless we both wanted it. I'm sure of that." *Not that I have any idea why I'm so sure,* she thought. "I know the difference between lust and love, and I would never settle for the one without the other. And I haven't, have I, Trunks." It was not a question.
He smiled up at her, and she grinned back at him glad that he had figured it out. They had always made a good team, finishing eachother's thoughts without noticing it. She was just glad that her own ideas about age in a relationship had been trashed before they'd had a chance to interfere.
Trunks was still hungry, of course, so he reached around her to stab his fork into some of the sausage on his plate. Playfully, she nipped a bite of it off as it passed her. Trunks shipped the rest out of her reach, stuffing the whole thing in his mouth and chewing it up. As he swallowed to clear his mouth, she hopped off his lap and snatched the plate off the table, running to the other side of the room with a grin of sheer mischief on her face.
His own grin answered hers. "Give it back, shorty!" She was only two inches shorter than he, but the playful insult had the desired efect of getting her worked up.
"Or you'll do what?"
He grinned evilly and said, "Oh, I'm sure I could think of something." He powered up just a little and flashed across the room, stopping right in front of Rose and startling her into dropping the plate. He caught it easily and without dumping any of it's contents into the floor. Then he set it on the counter and started tickling her sides, sending her into a giggling fit.
"Stop it!" she yelled through the laughter, not really meaning it. He knew that and grinned even more. Seeking retribution, she reached around him and cupped the stump of his tail in her hand, making him gasp and arch. She kept that hand there, rubbing, and sent the other to his manhood, causing an instant reaction with the double caress. Hardening, he grabbed for her waistband and thrust his right hand inside them putting two of his fingers inside her, teasing her channel until she whimpered, amazed at how easily he could do that to her. He removed the digits and ran his now-wet hand up her abdomen and under her shirt. She got enough control back to lean close to his ear and whisper, "Not here." Bulma wouldn't appreciate having her kitchen counter used in that manner.
Trunks nodded and sighed, picking her up and carrying her off to his room, continually nibbling at her neck as they went, causing more giggles. He took her inside the room, which looked like a normal bachelor's pad in it's disarray, and laid her down on his bed. He crawled on top of her, running his hands all over her and finding all of her most sensitive spots. She grabbed his stump again, earning a buck and a groan from him. She fondled the spot teasingly as Trunks started kissing her with a passion fit to drive them both over the edge. He entered her and set an easy pace, still setting her on fire as he managed to hit the perfect spot with every thrust. She moved with him, easily synching with him again.
This time the urge came on HER to mark HIM. As she bit into the flesh of his neck, tasting his sweet blood in her mouth, he growled in pleasure and he bit her back, reopening the same wound, She felt a dam break somewhere in her mind, and as he climaxed with her and erupted into her, she felt both of their pleasures, felt his overwhelming need of and love for her, and knew that he felt the same thing from her.
They fell together, and he withdrew from her body, laying on the bed beside her and exploring her mind with wonder. She did the same, flipping through the book of his memories with wonder and amazement. There were several that she nearly burst into tears upon seeing them, but he held her close, comforting her and silently assuring her that he was well over the effects of them. The worst one was the death of Gohan, the strong and gentle man who had initially trained him. Seeing him face down in a huge puddle of water had nearly driven the young Saiyan mad, and it had driven him to his transformation, Gohan's final sacrifice helping his pupil to achieve what he hadn't been able to do before. Gohan had obviously loved the boy, and the reverse was also true. He'd loved him like the father he'd never known until later. That death was the kingpin to everything that happened later, causing her to wonder what would have happened if he'd survived.
Trunks smiled sadly. "I wonder that myself, sometimes." Then he kissed her on her temple. "Even with a time machine, I can't change the past. But the future is ours to write." She smiled back at him and they lay there for an hour, just listening to eachother's thoughts.
x x x