Trunks woke up the next morning, wondering if the previous night had been a dream.
"I just have to make sure." Trunks said to himself as he got out of his bed and left his room.
"Ok—here it goes." Trunks said just before he opened the spare room door; she wasn't there.
"It was just a dream." Trunks sighed, upset.
"What was just a dream?" Peach asked, standing on the side of Trunks.
"Peach?" 'So it wasn't a dream; she really is here.' Trunks asked in shock and then thought to himself as he stared at her.
"Yes?" Peach asked, clearly confused.
"Oh, good—you're both awake. Come and get some breakfast." Bulma said with a smile.
"Ok." Trunks and Peach said at the same time, following Bulma to the kitchen.
"Morning." Bulla said with a smile.
"Morning." Trunks and Peach said at the same time.
"Daddy, aren't you going to say good morning?" Bulla asked, looking at Vegeta.
"Morning." Vegeta gruffly said before getting up to head to the bathroom.
"Where are you going; breakfast is almost ready!" Bulma called to her husband.
"I'm going to the bathroom!" Vegeta called back, slightly annoyed.
"Did I do something wrong?" Peach asked, looking around.
"No, of course, not, dear; he's always like that." Bulma said with a sigh.
"He'll get used to you being here." Trunks said as he led Peach to the table.
"I didn't know what you liked; so, I made a little bit of everything. I've got eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, French toast, waffles, hash-browns, regular toast, fruits, and cereal. And for drinks we have coffee, orange juice, apple juice, grape juice, and milk (both white and chocolate). What would you like?" Bulma asked with a smile.
"Can I try a little of everything except for the cereal with some orange juice?" Peach softly asked.
"Of course. Do Nekodians have large appetites as well?" Bulma asked, curious.
"Not like Saiyans, but yes." Peach honestly answered.
"I see. Well, you'll fit in just fine here." Bulma said with a smile.
"Do you need any help?" Peach asked, standing up.
"Thanks, but no; I'm good. You just sit down, and I'll bring you the food. I know what Bulla and Peach want. What about you, Trunks?" Bulma asked as Vegeta came out.
"A little bit of everything please." Trunks said as he sat there.
"To drink?" Bulma asked, flipping and stirring things.
"Coffee, please." Trunks said.
After a few minutes, with Vegeta reluctantly helping, Bulma got everyone their food.
"I hope you enjoy it." Bulma said, looking at Peach.
"Thank you." Peach said with a smile.
"So, how was the sex?" Bulla asked, causing everyone to spit out whatever they had in their mouth at that time.
"Wh-wh-what?" Peach stuttered, choking a little on her food, blushing like crazy as she started to fidget in her seat.
"Bulla Briefs!" Bulma exclaimed in shock.
"What? It's clear that they had sex; she's wearing his clothes." Bulla said, looking from Trunks and Peach to Bulma.
"Excuse me, please." Peach said, getting up to go to her room.
"Bulla—we didn't have sex last night. She only has one pair of clothes; I gave her one of my shirts and a pair of shorts as a pair of pajamas for the night. Even if we had sex, it's none of your business. Besides, mom put her in her own room." Trunks explained, annoyed, getting up.
"Like I'm going to fall for that. One of you could've just gone into the other's room." Bulla said, annoyed; she was going to win for once.
"There's no way she's ready for sex..." Trunks started.
"Uh-huh..." Bulla interrupted Trunks.
"For crying out loud Bulla; she was raped! She's not ready for anything sexual!" Trunks exclaimed, pissed off before going to Peach's room, leaving his parents, and Bulla shocked.
"Wow. That was maximum rage." Bulla said, rolling her eyes.
"Bulla, finish your breakfast and get ready for school." Bulma said, disappointed.
"What did I do this time?" Bulla asked, annoyed.
"Trunks was trying so hard to hold that back; it's not any of our business that she was raped. Bulla, I think you pushed your brother too far this time. And poor Peach; we don't even know her." Bulma said, disappointed in her daughter.
"Sorry..." Bulla said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"Don't you roll your eyes at your mother!" Vegeta snapped, shocking both Bulma and Bulla; she was his little girl, and he rarely ever snapped at her.
"What do you care; you don't even like her!" Bulla yelled.
"I don't know the girl; I don't know if I like her or not. But she is your brother's mate regardless. Even if I didn't like her, you will respect your mother." Vegeta shot back.
"Fine; I'm sorry. I'm not hungry!" Bulla exclaimed as she stood up.
"You apologize to your brother and Peach as well!" Bulma yelled as Bulla went to her room.
"Were you like that at her age?" Vegeta asked, looking at Bulma.
"Sort of—it's a teenage girl thing." Bulma said, looking at her husband.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Peach, are you in there?" Trunks asked, knocking on her door.
"Yes." Peach replied.
"Can I come in?" Trunks asked, standing at her door.
"Ok." Peach replied just before Trunks opened the door.
"Are you alright?" Trunks asked, concerned once he was in her room. She sat on her floor, up against her bed with her knees up to her chest.
"I'm ok." Peach said as Trunks knelt in front of her.
"Peach—it's ok." Trunks calmly said.
"I'm sorry." Peach softly said.
"Don't be." Trunks calmly said, gently placing his hands on her cheek.
"Trunks?" Peach asked, confused as her heart started speeding up.
"It's ok to be upset. My sister is a pain in my ass—but she is my sister. And maybe someday she'll be your sister too." Trunks said, looking into Peach eyes.
"Wh-what?" Peach asked, blushing.
"I really, really like you—and I believe that we're meant to be. I don't know how much of Saiyan tradition you know, nor do I know anything about Nekodian tradition. But I know I have feelings for you." Trunks said, causing Peach to cry.
"If you mean connecting, mates, and all that—I know about that. My dad explained it to me; he said mom taught him about Saiyan culture. Is that why I always feel weird when looking at you?" Peach explained and then asked softly.
"Weird how?" Trunks asked, still looking her in the eyes.
"Butterflies in my tummy type of weird." Peach said, looking back at Trunks.
"Yes, I believe so." Trunks said, looking at Peach.
"So—we're meant to be?" Peach softly asked.
"That's correct." Trunks said, leaning his forehead on hers.
"Trunks..." Peach breathed out.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Is everything ok in there?" Bulma asked, knocking on the door.
"Yeah, everything is just fine mom. We'll be out in a minute or so!" Trunks called back—after pulling away from Peach so that he wasn't yelling in her face.
"Ok." Bulma said before walking away.
"We'd better head out before she comes back." Trunks sighed as he stood up; he then helped her up.
"Ok." Peach said with a soft smile.
Trunks couldn't help it; he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.
"I love you." Trunks said when he pulled away, causing her to blush.
"Let's go." Trunks said, walking to her door; he didn't think she was ready to say it back yet.
"There you two are. Bulla has something she'd like to say." Bulma calmly but seriously said, looking at her daughter.
"I'm sorry for what I said." Bulla sincerely said.
"It's ok." Peach softly said.
"Trunks?" Bulla asked, looking at her older brother.
"I forgive you." Trunks sighed.
"Ok, let's go." Vegeta said, standing up.
"Where are they going?" Peach asked, confused.
"Dad's taking Bulla to school; she started going last year." Trunks said, sitting down.
"School?" Peach asked, confused.
"A useless place of learning—" Vegeta mumbled, annoyed before he and Bulla left.
"It's not useless—but it is a place of learning." Bulma said as she sat down.
"Do you go to school?" Peach asked, looking at Trunks.
"No; I graduated two years ago. I've actually never been to school; I was always home schooled; mom was my teacher." Trunks said as they ate their food.
"Oh." Peach softly said as she thought about what he said and about him kissing her forehead and telling her he loved her.
"When you're finished eating, get changed and we'll head out and get clothes, a dresser and whatever else you need." Bulma said with a smile.
"Ok." Peach said softly.
"I'll get some money." Trunks said, getting up.
"I've got some money." Peach said right away.
"Earth money?" Trunks and Bulma asked, shocked.
"Uh-huh—I'll be right back." Peach said, getting up.
When she came back, Peach was holding a decent sized metal container; when she opened it, Trunks and Bulma stood there in shock; she had a lot of money.
"Where did you get all that?" Trunks asked, looking at Peach while Bulma counted the money.
"From the nice man at the restaurant." Peach said, confusing Trunks.
"What restaurant?" Trunks asked, confused.
"I'm not sure what it's called; they serve a lot of steak, lobster, and other nice, expensive food. Taffy sent me there. The owner said he'd feed me if I cleaned dishes, floors, and bathrooms. After a few months he started giving me extra money for whatever I wanted. He said to make sure Taffy didn't get it; it was mine to do with whatever I pleased. But I don't understand how Earth money works; so I just kept it in this box I found." Peach explained.
"How did you get cat food and that bed?" Bulma asked, looking at Peach.
"The man from the restaurant. He said he wished he could give me more, but his wife would be mad; he said she was always watching him." Peach said softly.
"Ohh..." Trunks and Bulma said at the same time, realizing this man was nice for a reason; he was a pervert. They would've thought he had just been nice to her—until she mentioned his wife.
"Well, you have $3,553." Bulma said, looking at Peach.
"Is that good?" Peach asked, confused.
"Very." Bulma said with a smile.
Fifteen Minutes Later:
"I'll get my money as well." Trunks said as he went to his room.
"Are you done eating?" Bulma asked, looking at Peach.
"Yes." Peach said as she finished her food.
"Ok. Well, here are your clothes; I washed them last night. Go get changed and we'll head out." Bulma said with a smile.
"Ok." Peach said as she took her clothes and went to change.
Three Hours Later:
"Well, that certainly was fun." Bulma said with a smile.
"Yes, it was. Thank you for taking me." Peach softly said.
"You're so welcome." Bulma said as they carried everything to Peach's room.
"Are you ok?" Peach asked, looking at Trunks.
"Yes; I'm just fine. I'm going to take a nap." Trunks said as he went to his room after dropping things off in Peach's room.
"Have a nice nap." Peach said with a smile as Bulma hid a chuckle; she knew precisely what Trunks was going to do—and it wasn't sleeping.
"Ok. Your dresser should be here in a few hours. Until then, you can keep your clothes in the bags and in the closet. Do you want me to help you make your bed?" Bulma asked, looking at Peach.
"Yes, please." Peach said with a smile.
So Bulma showed Peach how to make a bed, and then they put the clothes in the closet.
Bulma had purchased the dresser and half of her clothes
Peach purchased the other half, a few soft blankets, pillows, and two stuffed animals, and stuff for the cats while
Trunks got her her new bedding and regular pillows
Twenty Minutes Later:
"I'm sorry the bed isn't bigger." Bulma said once they finished cleaning the room a little. The bed was only a double—a little bigger than a twin.
"It's ok; this is perfect; it's big enough for me." Peach said with a smile.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"I'll get it." Trunks said, walking out of his room.
"That was a quick nap." Bulma said, teasing Trunks while Peach put the rest of her money under the bed.
"Shut up—" Trunks said, embarrassed.
"What's going on?" Vegeta asked, coming out of the training room.
"Hello?" Trunks asked as he opened the door.
"Yes, I'm here about a dresser; is Bulma Briefs here?" A fat man with receding hair calmly asked as he stood outside.
"Yeah. Mom, the delivery man is here with the dresser!" Trunks called as he turned away from the man.
"Hello—I'm Bulma Briefs." Bulma said, walking over to shake the man's hand.
"I'm Bean and I have a dresser for you. All I need from you is a signature." The man calmly said as he held out a piece of paper on a clipboard.
"Yes, of course." Bulma said as she took and signed the paper.
"As per the rules, you have to bring the dresser in?" Bulma asked as Vegeta stood there.
"I don't have to bring it in; anyone can bring it in. I just have to oversee the process." Bean calmly said.
"Ok." Bulma said with a smile while Vegeta watched him with intense distrust.
"Did I say or do something wrong?" Bean asked, confused and kind of scared.
"No. He's like that with just about everyone. Vegeta, could you please help him get the dresses?" Bulma explained and then asked with somewhat of a sigh.
"Fine." Vegeta muttered as he followed Bean out; there was something about him he didn't trust.
"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, looking at his mother.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Bulma sighed.
"You know how dad is." Trunks said, looking at the door.
"I know. Oh, that reminds me—you, Peach, and Bulla will be on your own for dinner Friday. Your dad and I have our first marriage counselling session; and then we're going out to dinner—just the two of us." Bulma said with a smile.
"Marriage counselling? How did you get dad to agree to that?" Trunks asked in shock.
"I'm not really sure—" Bulma said with a smile.
"She tricked me, is how. Now, where am I taking this thing?" Vegeta asked, carrying the dresser inside.
"Follow me." Trunks sighed as he led the way.
When they got to Peach's room, they didn't see her, so Vegeta just placed the dresser on the far wall.
"You can move it if she doesn't like where I put it." Vegeta said, annoyed.
Just then, they heard a thud come from inside the closet.
"Peach, are you in there?" Trunks asked, walking to the closet; he had seen all the cats run under the bed when they got in there.
"Yeah…" Peach said, coming out.
"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, noticing her holding her head.
"Yeah, I just bumped my head, is all." Peach said with a soft smile. However, that smile quickly disappeared—as did the color in her face when she saw Bean.
"Well, your dresser's here. Do you know where you— Peach, are you ok?" Trunks asked, concerned when he noticed that she began to shake.
Bean held his finger up to his lips to silence her—completely forgetting about Vegeta.
"What the hell does that mean?" Vegeta asked, annoyed, standing up straight.
"Is everything ok in here? What's going on?" Bulma asked, walking in.
"This asshole did something to the girl." Vegeta growled, pissed off. He knew Peach was Trunks's mate; he could tell by how she and Trunks looked at each other.
"What do you mean?" Bulma asked, confused.
"Look at her; she's terrified of him. And he hushed her when she started to shake. So, tell me Bean, what did that mean?" Vegeta asked, still pissed off.
"I should go." Bean said as he backed up.
"Peach?" Bulma asked as Vegeta stood there.
"You're the one who raped her, aren't you?" Vegeta asked, causing Peach to fall to her knees.
"She enjoyed it." Bean finally said, causing Peach to shake her head as she started crying.
"Why aren't you in jail? Taffy said you were in jail." Peach managed to choke out.
"Not enough evidence or proof. Thank Kami you weren't competent to stand trial to testify." Bean said with a wicked smile.
"What do you mean she wasn't competent to stand trial; she knew what you did to her." Bulma said, looking directly at Bean.
Trunks knelt in front of Peach to keep Bean from her view in hopes of trying to calm her down.
"She's not human—and she's not from Earth; she doesn't know enough of our rules or traditions—or how our court systems work. Oh, and apparently she was hysterical." Bean calmly said.
"Of course, she was hysterical; you raped her!" Trunks yelled, pissed off now.
"The case was dismissed; it never happened." Bean said with a confident smile.
"Get out of my house, now!" Bulma furiously yelled as Peach sat there crying.
"Fine. But watch her; she's a slut and will go for anyone." Bean said with a smile as he started walking away.
"Vegeta, let him go; there's nothing we can do. You don't need to be arrested." Bulma said as Vegeta got ready to attack Bean.
"Fine…" Vegeta mumbled as he watched Bean walk down the hall.
"Trunks, comfort her the best you can." Bulma sternly said as she and Vegeta followed Bean to make sure he didn't touch or bug anything and just left.
"Peach…" Trunks sighed as he placed his hand on her shoulder; he was shocked when she threw herself at him.
"It's going to be ok; he's gone now." Trunks said as he rubbed her back; all she could do was cry.
After a few minutes, she stopped crying, and Trunks helped her up into her bed.
"Will you stay with me—until I fall asleep?" Peach softly asked; she was about to fall asleep.
"Sure." Trunks said as he slowly climbed into bed with her.
They were facing each other when Trunks hooked his thumb and finger under her chin and made her look at him.
"Trunks?" Peach asked, mesmerized.
"I really want to kiss you—but I need your permission." Trunk calmly said, mere inches from her lips; he could feel her warm breath on his lips.
"Trunks..." Peach breathed, still very mesmerized by his blue eyes.
"Can I have permission?" Trunks asked, still looking into her eyes, inching even closer to her.
"...Yes..." Peach eventually, shyly breathed.
"Thank you." Trunks smiled, tucking some hair behind her ear before leaning down to gently kiss her once, twice, three times before he pulled away to see she had fallen asleep.
"Sleep tight, my princess." Trunks said as he covered her up before leaving her room, leaving her door open.
"How is she?" Bulma asked, concerned.
"She's asleep." Trunks calmly answered as he headed to the kitchen.
"What are we going to do? I'm sure he'll come back for her." Bulma sighed as they all sat down.
"If you would've just let me deal with him..." Vegeta started.
"You would've ended up in jail." Bulma said as calmly as she could.
"I could help you with your problem." Piccolo said, appearing out of nowhere…