Vegeta taught Hotaru several different attacks, including Goku's favorite attack, Kame Hame Ha. (sp??) She learned Solar Flare, Spirit Bomb, and several different energy attacks. He taught her the fusion dance, but no one was at her power level to fuse with other than Trunks, who was always conveniently not there. Luckily for Hotaru, she didn't have to deal with him much. Between her training, and his training and helping Gohan study for his finals, neither saw each other much except for meals.

This continued for about a month, until Vegeta and Bulma decided to have them both home at 5:00 on their break day. They had left a note on the door. It read:

Hotaru and Trunks--
We've decided to go out for tonight, and will not be back until about 1 PM tomorrow. Goku has taken Gohan and Chi-chi to visit with Dende- sama, and they will not return for a few days. If you don't have the key to get in, then you'll have to rent a hotel room, because we can't remember where we left the spare. Sorry about that.

-Mom and Dad

Hotaru frowned. "You do have the key, right?" she asked him.

"Um..." Trunks said checking his pockets, "No." he sweatdropped.

"WHAT?!" she shouted.

"I said I don't have the damn key, alright?" Trunks told her crossly. Then he realized it. They would be in a hotel room. Alone together.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered.

"It's not your fault, I'm the one who didn't bring my key." Trunks said soothingly.

"Let's go. I want to get a room before check-in time is over." Hotaru said, frowning. Her look plainly said that they had better have a two-bed room.

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"Can I help you?" the woman at the register asked.

"Yes, we need a room, preferably two beds, non-smoking." Trunks told her.

"Let me check." she told them. "Your room is available, it's number 313, floor 3. Here are two keys, and it will cost you 17,000 yen." she informed them.

Trunks winced at the amount. He didn't come across yen too easily, and all because his mother forgot where she stuck the spare key, he lost mostly all of it. And they still had to eat. Trunks handed her the yen, and they went into the elevator. Getting off, Hotaru lagged behind. She entered the room, walked to the mirror, and snapped her fingers. She was no longer in her virtual training outfit, which was the body suit and the short shorts, but she was in the outfit she wore to the movies, except she was in tight, black shorts that were a tad longer than her training shorts.

"I'm hungry, so I'm going to eat. Are you coming?" she asked. Trunks nodded, went into the bathroom, and emerged dressed in huge black shorts that were a little over half way to his ankles, and a black muscle shirt. his hair was in the usual pony tail, and he wore black sneakers.

"Let's go." he told her. They set off, and ended up going to an American restaurant. Hotaru ordered a 12 ounce steak, with a baked potatoe, and a special kind of hot tea she called Rose Tea. Trunks didn't know what to order, so Hotaru ordered him a cheeseburger with fries and a coke.

"Wow, dish Amewican food ish good!" Trunks said with a mouthful of food. Hotaru laughed lightly.

"Yes, it is. I've been to America on missions, following my enemies to spy on them and destroy them. Obviously, I've eaten there, as well. And they serve American food on Saturn, as well as Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Mexican." Hotaru explained. He nodded in awe. They finished up and the bill came. It was 5,000 yen. Hotaru paid, and they left. When they got back to the hotel, Trunks changed in the bathroom, while Hotaru snapped her fingers.

Her normal pj's were rather revealing, a spaghetti-strapped midrift with extremely short shorts. So she opted for light material pants, and a button up short sleeve blouse, also light, but neither were see-through. She climbed into bed, and snapped her fingers. Her stuffed wolf was there. It's name was Buyo. It had gleaming silver fur, and fiery red eyes. It made her feel safe. She faced away from Trunks's bed, toward a wall. Trunks came out of the bathroom dressed in flannel pants and no shirt. Hotaru did not look at him, for fear that the sense of longing would come back. Trunks did not cast his gaze on her either, for he was thinking the same thing. He, too, climbed into bed, but did not have a stuffed animal. Nor did he have the ability to get one, though he wouldn't want one.

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sorry it's so short, but i'm being kicked off to go to bed. I'll update again soon. ^_^