AN: Ok I know I really should be working on my other fics but I am so into Faithful Love right now and, although I didn't get many responses to whether the others should find out or not, I really appreciate the ones I did get. So a big shout out to LucreziaNoin86 for your help in my decision making. I greatly appreciate it. :Huggles:. !IMPORTANT NOTICE! Please read the

section at the bottom after this chapter as I have a competition I need your help with! And yes it does have a prize… sorta. Well you'll just have to read it to find out I guess. But first…

:Drags Faith over:

Faith: Erm… what am I doing here? And why am I in a suit?

You have a job to do now… sit there. :points at random chair behind a random table in front of a random TV camera with random papers on in:

Faith:…Why?

Just do it.

Faith: Fine. :sits in random chair:

Now, tap the papers on the desk and read out what's on them.

Faith:rolls eyes. Taps papers on desk. In monotone voice: Important news update. Soul is proud to announce that she is loved… wait WHAT?

Just keep reading.

Faith:Looking sceptical: She has recently been honoured to get the gift of a Beta for Faithful Love by her long time faithful reviewer, Shipposister. Wow really?

:Nods with a manic grin across her face:

Faith: Awesome!… but that was still no reason to put me in a suit.

Meh. I look awful in a suit. You on the other hand look quite good.

Faith: . Yeah good like a sleazy lawyer.

It's the sophisticated look -

Faith:sigh: Just get on with the story. :walks off to find decent

cloths:

Last Time:

"It was so real." She murmured, her onyx eyes shining in the shadowy room.

He drew her closer.

"I know. It's okay now, I'm here." He rested his chin on her hair and closed his eyes. Happy to feel someone close, Faith closed her eyes and rested her body against his damp shirt.

"Please don't ever leave me Trunks." Faith whispered, sleep clouding her mind. Trunks slid himself and Faith down so that they were lying side by side; still embraced in one another. Pulling the sheets up to cover them both, he whispered in her ear.

"Never." She smiled and pulled herself further into his arms and let herself drift off into sleep, pure bliss erasing her fears.

Chapter 8 – A Shocking Awakening

Chi-chi sighed, looking up at the white ceiling in defeat, as she continued to stir the large pot that contained the Son Family Breakfast. She frowned. She knew she was right. She had to be. But proving it was just so hard. Yesterdays stakeout didn't work and those two were so stubborn, they'd never actually admit it. She smiled. They're just like Gohan and Videl were. But then again, maybe I'm wrong about this whole thing.

Looking over at the clock on the wall near the door, she stopped stirring and placed the wooden spoon on the counter. If that girl doesn't hurry up, she'll be late again and I really don't want to have to deal with that mangy old man who's supposed to be the principal telling me how to raise my daughter.

Wiping her hands off onto the white apron about her waist she set her mouth into a grim line and headed up the stairs.

"Faith!" She called as she ascended to the first floor of the small building and headed to the second door on the left. "When I get there you had better be aw..." Chi-chi froze, her hand still on the knob of the now open door, as she looked into her daughter's room from the threshold.

Faith lay with her back to the door, long ebony hair cascading across her pillow and down her back, the grey I (heart) NY shirt ridding up her thigh. The thin, pale blue, sheet having slid down during the night to rest over her legs.

Now this would have been a perfectly normal scene, had it not been for the strong arms holding her protectively, and the lavender haired head balanced atop her own, a serene look on his face.

Chi-chi's jaw hung open ungracefully. Slowly she backed out of the room, pulling the door shut with her. Letting go of the knob she stared at the wood, her mind in frozen shock.

Closing her mouth she turned around, her face still as she walked back down the stairs.

Goku looked up from rummaging in the fridge as his wife came down the stairs. "Morning Chi." He said happily, a grin spread across his features.

"Goku," He blinked at the woman's controlled voice "please go and get Gohan and Videl." She said as she stared at the wall opposite. The man frowned and closed the fridge door.

"Why? Chi-chi what's wrong?" He took a step towards her before stopping at the sound of her voice.

"Please just do it, Goku. And when you're done go fetch Bulma and Vegeta for me." He was about to argue when her face morphed into a malicious smile; her left eye twitching with pent up excitement. A sweat drop ran down the back of Goku's head.

"Err... r-right." Was all her said before raising two fingers to his forehead and disappearing.

Chi-chi now stood alone in the kitchen, the same creepy look across her face. "Now," She asked the empty room, her voice eerily calm "where did I leave that camera?"

10 minutes later…

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A sweat drop ran down the back of Videl's head. Oh well, she thought as she and the other seven people gathered in the small room looked down at the sleeping pair. At least I didn't give them away.

In waking, things come hazily. Slowly senses come alive again after being unused in previous hours as your body reawakens to a new morning.

The first of Trunks Briefs' senses to wake was he sense of smell. A light scent of apples and cinnamon invaded his mind, cutting through his hazy thoughts. It was something very familiar to him and, though he couldn't quite place it in his still sleep-ridden state, he felt safe because of it.

Next came touch. His arms were wrapped around something warm, that same smell of apples and cinnamon radiated from the soft being.

Pulling it closer he let one sky blue eye crack open slightly, just enough to let him view the being he held so close. Silken ebony hair trailed down her back, strands splaying out across the pillow behind her. Her eyes were closed and a light smile played across her lips. She moved closer to him in her sleep, her hands pressed tightly against his chest between them.

Faith. He smiled and closed his eye once again, shifting slightly so as to get a better hold on the girl in his arms.

"Ahem" Trunks' eyes snapped open. Why did that cough sound so… familiar? His eyes widened. Oh. Kami. No.

Slowly, he twisted his head around with excruciating slowness…and blinked. As he surveyed the sight of the room the sweatdrop on the back of his head

grew bigger and bigger.

Vegeta was leaning against the wall by the window, the only sign of even being aware of the situation being in the amused smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes closed.

Gohan stood to one side, apparently trying to pretend he wasn't there by finding an intense interest in the carpet. Pan and Bra looked out from behind his leg, stifling bursts of giggles into Gohan's pant leg.

Goku stood near to the door blinking, obviously not quite grasping the enormity of the situating, sneaking the occasional glance towards the kitchen in the hopes that his breakfast would magically appear.

Bulma stood glaring towards Videl who – if the hand she hurriedly moved away from her mouth was any indication – had been the one who had coughed and was currently looking innocently out of the window.

Chi-chi, the last person in the room, was apparently too awe struck by the whole thing to do anything but stare dreamily at the back of her eye lids, her hands clasped in front of her and an impish smile on her face. More than likely dreaming about weddings and grand children.

Suppressing the urge to scream bloody murder, Trunks blinked once, twice, three times and said…

"Erm… it's not what you think?"

Vegeta opened his eyes, Gohan stopped staring at the floor, Pan and Bra stopped giggling, Bulma stopped glaring, Videl stopped looking innocently out of the window and even Chi-chi stopped day dreaming long enough to open her eyes and look at Trunks. And together they all raised one eyebrow at the teen.

Thinking about it, the line sounded stupid even to him. A second sweatdrop adorned his head.

"Why are you hugging Auntie Faith so tight, Uncle Trunks?" Pan piped up. Yet another sweat drop joined the collection on the back of his head.

"Yeah, oniichan! You might suffocate oneichan!" Bra stated matter-of-factly.

"Erm… well…ehh…" Desperately trying to think up and excuse, ANY excuse, while reluctantly trying to put a little distance between himself and the young girl curled up in his embrace.

But, as fate would have it, Faith was even more reluctant than him to loose the warmth of his body next to hers. Her face marred and a small frown appeared as she let out a slight whimper before inching closer into his chest, causing Trunks to blush furiously. Oh jeez.

Faith opened her mouth in a yawn, before allowing her eyes to flutter open. Looking up she smiled to see Trunks looking down at her, his arms wrapped securely around her.

"Good morning." She murmured happily. When he didn't reply she looked at him closer. His cheeks where stained with a light hue, his eyes had an air of panic to them and when they moved to focus on something down past the end of the bed she frowned before following his gaze.

And, under the circumstances, she did what any rightful girl would do when waking up in the arms of her mate to find her family and friends staring at them. She screamed.

"Aaaahhh!" She cried, jumping away from them, banging her head against the headboard behind them. "Ouch." She mumbled, closing her eyes and rubbing her head as she sat up in bed, Trunks following her lead and staring intently the sheets.

She opened her eyes again and blinked repeatedly. Her gaze swept the room before settling on Videl, who had reverted to looking guiltily down and the carpet. She frowned, jumping to conclusions about just why everyone was in her room at 7 in the morning.

"Videl!" She moaned irritably. Videl looked up, taken aback and stumbling backwards slightly.

"Woah, hay! Don't look at me like that! I didn't tell them!" This caused the attention of the room to fall upon her. Chi-chi pointed a shaking finger at Videl and turned to her daughter.

"She knew before me?" She cried angrily. A collective sweatdrop went round the room.

"Erm… no?" Faith tried tentatively. Shaking her head she remembered that she shouldn't be shrinking back from her mother (no matter how scary she could be) but grilling the assembled group for being in her room in the first place.

"Why are you lot in here in the first place?" Eyebrows were raised once again.

"It isn't blatantly obvious?" Vegeta scoffed from his position by the window, speaking up for the first time. Faith blushed and looked down at her lap. Vegeta rolled his eyes and glared out the window angrily.

Realising that this wasn't going to solve itself, Videl figured that it was about time someone took control of the situation.

"Well it obvious we aren't going to get any answers this way so why don't we let them get dressed and ask our questions later?" She tried hopefully. Chi-chi gave a defeated sigh and nodded slightly.

"I guess" she murmured, like a child who had been proven wrong. Faith smiled gratefully at Videl, receiving a wink in response. Slowly Chi-chi shuffled out of the room dejectedly, followed by Bulma, Gohan and the others. Videl was last and closed the door with a soft click behind her.

Once again the two teens were alone in the room. They looked at each other and sighed simultaneously.

"We're screwed, aren't we?" Trunks said half-heartedly.

"Oh yeah." Faith turned to look out the window. "But," She turned back to him, her expression devious "that doesn't mean we can't avoid the inevitable. At last of a little longer." Catching on, Trunks mirrored her smirk perfectly.

"My sentiments exactly."

It had been half an hour since the group had retreated to the Son's living room, and they we're growing impatient.

Bulma paced angrily, arms folded and scowl firmly in place in place. Chi-chi sat on the sofa, watching her idly, her mind still centred upon… well Chi-chi like things.

"Ah!" Bulma cried angrily, halting her pacing "What the heck's' taking them so long? That's it! I'm going up there!" Before anyone could object, the blue haired scientist was storming up the stairs, and all anyone could do was follow her.

"Get out here this minute! Don't you think you can get away with not explaining yourselves! You have to fess up some…time?" She halted her angry rant as she threw open the oak wood door to great nothing but an empty room.

Blinking she stepped inside and looked around, blinking rapidly, as the others gathered around the doorway.

The bed lay in a mess, the sheets placed haphazardly on the mattress, Faith's grey shirt thrown on top. The thick curtains lay open, letting soft morning sunlight to flood the room. Walking over to the window, Bulma spotted a sheet of paper on the desk. Picking it up, she read it aloud.

"Guys,

Sorry to leave in such a rush but we could really do with actually arriving on time for school for once. We're stopping by CC so Trunks can grab some cloths and his school stuff.

See you later.

- Faith."

Bulma scrunched the paper up as her hands balled into fists, a vain throbbing in her forehead.

"Oh, those two!"

Meanwhile about 500 miles to the North… (I don't really know what direction it is so sorry if this is wrong)

Faith landed first, her black Converse high tops (Ooo I want!) landing silently on the roof of Orange Star High. She wore a pair of denim roll ups that rode low on her hips, showing a hint of pale flesh between the black studded belt and spaghetti strap top.

Trunks alighted next to her. He was clad in a pair of dark denim jeans that settled lightly atop a pair of deep purple boots. On the top he wore a simple short sleeved shirt, the same colour his boots, and a black and red Capsule Corp jacket.

"I never thought I'd say this but…" Trunks looked at Faith as a smile broke out upon her face as she spoke "Yay school!" He laughed cheerfully, he too glad to be away from the awkwardness that was the Son family home.

Together they walked to wards the roof entrance.

"We can't avoid them forever you know." He spoke up as they reached the door. Faith turned, her hand placed on top of the handle.

"I know. But we can sure as hell try." She grinned and opened the door and the pair headed down the stairs into the belly of the school.

AN: Well that's it for another chapter. Sorry it doesn't have much going on. But anyway…

!COMPETITION!

As you probably know by now, I can't write a decent description of my stories to save my life! So, I was hoping that you, my reviewers, could help me out some. To enter the comp all you have to do is put a little description of Faithful Love that you think will get people interested

enough to want to read it into a review. Make sure it isn't too long that it doesn't fit into the space provided and gives a good over view of the story.

The winner will receive his or her choice of prizes.

Prize #1: I will write you, as a character, into Faithful Love.

Or

Prize #2: I will put a link to one of your stories (of your choice. Although may not be able to do the story justice if I haven't seen the program/movie/book etc.) at the end of one chapter of Faithful Love.

If you win I will e-mail you to get your choice of prize 1 or 2 (unless you have a better idea for a prize (WITHIN LIMITS!)) and the information needed for it.

I hope you will all take part as it means a lot to me, and the story, if you do.