-------- "I meant guys." he said.

"Oh, no." Hotaru said, blushing. "That girl is watching us again." Hotaru said, changing the subject.

"I have a plan." Trunks said. He looked into Hotaru's eyes for a moment, and she whispered so softly that no ears short of a super saiyan could pick up.

"I understand." she said. She was about to experience her first kiss and she knew it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The girl sitting behind the 'couple' gasped. Was she really seeing what she thought she was seeing?

Trunks was really nervous, but it was too late to turn back now. He put his arms around Hotaru's waist, and she put her arms around his neck, and they kissed. Not just a short and sweet kiss like both of them had planned, but a long and passionate kiss that neither one of them could stop.

'Oh my God... I'm kissing him... What am I doing?! But I can't pull away, it feels so good.' Hotaru thought. 'It feels... it feels right.'

'Am I really kissing her? Why? Why don't I pull away? Why isn't she pulling away!? Does this feel as right to her as it does to me? Oh, God.... It feels so.... good.....' Trunks thought.

As if they couldn't get enough of each other, Hotaru and Trunks both pulled each other closer. Suddenly, Hotaru opened her mouth slightly, and Trunks felt this. He felt his tongue slip into her mouth, and at the same time, he felt himself pull her to sit on his lap. She pressed herself up against him, and Trunks and Hotaru both knew that there was no room left between them. Suddenly, Trunks broke off to take a breath, and Hotaru laid her head on his shoulder. They were both breathing heavily. Hotaru looked up at Trunks as if she were going to say something to him but got lost in his eyes. Her arms had come back down to rest on her lap, she herself still sitting in Trunks's lap. Her arms moved again up to his shoulders, and his arms that had gone slack around her waist tightened yet again, and he kissed her, softly this time, and briefly. They just hugged after that.

The movie let out not to long afterwards, and they headed home together. When they got home, they headed to their separate rooms. After about 10 minutes, Trunks knocked on Hotaru's door. She let him in, and offered him a seat next to herself.

"About the movie..." Trunks started.

"It's alright. I could've stopped you, but I didn't." Hotaru said simply.

"Um... I know this isn't what you want to hear, but.... before I go to bed, since this is never going to happen again, could I kiss you one last time?" Trunks asked.

Startled, Hotaru didn't know what to say. Trunks smiled sadly.

"It's ok." he said. He got up, and began to walk toward the door, but Hotaru stopped him.

"Wait." she said. He stopped, but didn't turn around. He wasn't even half way to the door. She got up, took his hand, and led him back to the bed. He sat across from her. "I never said no." she said softly.

Trunks leaned down and pulled Hotaru to him. She put her arms around his neck for what she knew would be the last time, as he pressed her up against himself. Seconds later, Hotaru took the initiative, and pressed her lips up against his. He laid her down with him, each on a side, just enjoying the embrace and feel of the other's lips on theirs. Neither wanted the moment to end, but they both broke it off at the same time. Trunks smiled sadly.

"Thanks." he said, and he left the room. Hotaru had so much to say, but she couldn't bring herself to utter a word.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Hotaru had gone to bed after that. She fell into a deep sleep and had no dreams. When she got up, it was at sunrise. She went to put on her fukuu, but decided against the skirt, the bows, and extra gaps of fabric. She made it a plain body suit, and put on a pair of short shorts. Both black, for she didn't like the white fukuu. It stained to easily. She walked out into the balcony, and looked out onto the grounds which she'd be training on. When she looked out, she knew that she would see nothing, but the instant she looked down, she saw Trunks.

Trunks went to bed the same time as Hotaru, and he, too, had a dreamless sleep. But when he woke up, he felt the need to go and spar with some air. He was sparring when he took a break. Just as suddenly, he realized that someone was looking at him. He looked up and saw Hotaru.

Hotaru made eye contact with Trunks, and looked away within a split second. She couldn't look at him without a severe sense of longing. It wasn't lust, but it wasn't just longing for his conversational skills, either.

Trunks watched her disappear from the balcony's edge, and thought it was for the best. He knew he wanted to be around her, but all she had done was help him, and she definitely did not like him like that. He knew this, but he hated to admit it to himself. 'How can I think this way, I barely know her. But.... It feels like I've known her forever.' he thought, smiling.

Hotaru laid back down on her bed, and thought about everything for a few minutes. She decided to rid herself of all emotions for Trunks, because they just couldn't be together. She eventually had to go back to her time, and she had to fight to keep herself balanced. Later, Hotaru realized that she was supposed be training, and she dragged herself off of the bed she had sprawled out on. Walking calmly down the stairs, she spaced out and ran into Bulma. "Oh, I'm sorry." she said.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Bulma asked her.

"Sure I would. Um... Did Vegeta-sama... did he explain everything to you...?" Hotaru asked nervously.

"Yes, he did. I thought that was very nice of you, going to the movies with Trunks to get that rotten... girl... off of his back for him. I'm glad he's made a good friend so shortly. He doesn't make many that will understand his secrets." Bulma said.

"Secrets?" Hotaru asked.

"Yes, secrets. You already know them." Bulma said, laughing.

"I do?" Hotaru was now thoroughly confused.

"Yes, you know. About him being the saiyan prince?" Bulma told her, laughing at her confused look as it turned into a face that plainly said, "Oh."

"Forgive my ignorance... Where I'm from, we don't have to hide who we are. Especially if we're royalty. If I were to get treated less than my social class, my mother would be disgraced." Hotaru said frowning.

"What social class are you?" Bulma asked curiously.

"Oh. I'm the Princess of Saturn." she said, as if there were no significance to it.

"Are you serious?" Bulma asked in disbelief.

"I am dead serious. Do you disbelieve me? I can prove it to you." Hotaru smiled.

"I believe you." Bulma said, returning her smile. Just then, Vegeta walked into the room.

"Where's my breakfast, woman?" he grunted. Bulma scowled, and hit him over the head with the frying pan.

"What was that for?!" he asked.

"You know not to call me woman." she stated angrily.

"I hope this doesn't affect our training for today..." Hotaru said, with a stunned look on her face.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"You start like this." Vegeta was telling her. He held out his hand and focused his energy. "Focus your energy into a ball in your hand. To let it loose, just break your focus." he explained. "Now try it."

"Alright." Hotaru focused until there was a small ball of glowing black energy in her hand, and then she saw something that broke her focus. An image of Trunks's lopsided grin on the way to the theater. That floated through her mind just then, and her concentration broke, sending the ball of energy flying into a tree.

"Good job. Nicely done. Why is your ball of energy black?" he asked her.

"Because I'm from Saturn." she told him.

"Well, that question hit, as your sensei, I have a right to know what broke your focus so that I may keep it away from your training as a distraction." he told her. A smiling Trunks again crossed her mind as she told him a lie.

"I have the will power to break my own concentration." she informed him, frowning, a cold look in her eyes.

"That's good. Now... on to the harder attacks." he told her.