Three Months Later:
Peach had been living with Trunks and his family for three months now, and everything has been great. Also, Bulma and Vegeta have been going to marriage counseling once every other week; Dr. Kohlrabi no longer cries when they see him.
Right now, Peach was the only one home as Bulla was spending the weekend at her friend's house.
Bulma and Vegeta were at an early meeting with Dr. Kohlrabi. And Trunks was out with Gohan and Goten trying to get Goten a date (it failed miserably).
Peach was just going to take a bath when her new cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Peach asked, answering the phone.
"Hey, it's Trunks; how are you doing?" Trunks asked right away.
"I'm ok. I—umm—I'm going to take a bath." Peach shyly said.
"Oh really now. I wish I was there with you." Trunks said, teasing her.
"Trunks—why do you have to be so naughty?" Peach asked, becoming flustered.
"You're too cute—that's why. And, I love you." Trunks said with a smile.
"Trunks..." Peach whined, embarrassed.
"Anyway, I'm really just calling to let you know I'm on my way home." Trunks said with a sigh.
"Did Goten find a new girlfriend?" Peach asked as she got into the bathroom.
"No—not this time. He tries too hard." Trunks sighed.
"When will you be home? I don't like being alone." Peach softly said.
"About ten minutes. Isn't Bulla there?" Trunks asked right away.
"No... She left—umm—two hours ago." Peach said, looking at a clock; she had recently learned how to tell Earth time.
"Damnit! She was supposed to stay home with you until someone got home. Are you going to be ok for another ten minutes?" Trunks asked.
"Yes, I'll be ok. Umm—Trunks?" Peach asked softly with a blush as she started the bathwater.
"Yes, what is it?" Trunks asked as he kept walking.
"When you get home—do you—do you umm— Doyouwanttojoinmeinabath?" Peach asked, stammering her words before asking him a jumbled mess of a question.
"What was that? Peach, you need to slow down; take a deep breath." Trunks said, very confused.
"Ok... When you get home—would you like to join me in a bath?" Peach asked slower this time and with a blush, shocking Trunks; he was so shocked he couldn't speak.
"Trunks?" Peach nervously asked.
"Yeah, I'm here; sorry. I just thought I heard you ask if I wanted to take a bath with you." Trunks said after a few minutes of silence.
"I did—was that wrong?" Peach nervously asked as she added just a little bit of bubble soap.
"No—I was just shocked, is all. If you really want me to join you, I will." Trunks calmly replied.
"I'd like that." Peach softly replied.
"Then I will join you when I get home." Trunks said with a smile.
"How long now?" Peach asked with a smile.
"Impatient, are we? I'll be home in a little over five minutes." Trunks answered, teasing her a little.
"Ok." Peach said, unbuttoning her blouse.
"What are you doing?" Trunks asked, hearing a clicking noise in the background.
"Oh—umm—taking off my clothes." Peach shyly said.
"I'll be home soon; see you in a little bit." Trunks said, becoming excited.
"See you soon." Peach softly said with a smile as they both hung up.
Once she hung up, Peach set her phone down, turned off the water, finished undressing, and then got in the tub.
Trunks decided he was going to fly home so he could get there sooner than planned. He would've teleported—but he hasn't been able to do that accurately for a few days now.
After a few minutes, Peach heard the bathroom door open.
"Trunks?" Peach asked with a soft smile.
"Nope." Said a voice she recognized all too well; it was Bean.
"What are you doing here?" Peach immediately asked, scared as she covered herself with bubbles.
"I came here for my favorite girl." Bean said as he undressed.
Peach tried to get up and out of the tub, but she splashed water everywhere, and everything became too slippery in her panic.
"No!" Peach screamed.
"Scream all you want; nobody's coming for you. I know you're here alone. Boyfriend left with a friend. Mom and Dad went out for therapy. And little sister left for friends. So I'm free to do as I please." Bean said as he climbed into the tub.
"Wahhh! Nooo! Get off of me!" Peach screamed, struggling against Bean.
Peach had never been adequately trained to fight because she grew up with Nekodian tradition of a peaceful life.
"Why is the front door open?" Bulma asked when she, Vegeta, and Trunks arrived home at the same time.
That was when they heard Peach's screams.
"Peach!" Trunks exclaimed as he and Vegeta immediately entered the house while Bulma stayed by the door as Vegeta instructed.
"Peach?" Trunks asked as he opened the bathroom door.
"You!" Vegeta and Trunks growled when they saw Bean.
"What are you doing home?" Bean asked, implying he wasn't planning on them for a while yet.
Trunks could see Peach's legs wildly kicking as Bean had her upper body pinned under the water; she was slowly running out of air.
"Get off of her!" Trunks yelled, immediately pulling Bean out of the tub.
"Huh!" Peach deeply breathed as she popped up out of the water before she started coughing and sputtering up water.
"You won't kill me—you won't go to jail and leave her. So just let me walk." Bean said, very confident in himself.
"Trunks, stay with Peach. You underestimate me." Vegeta said, grabbing a very naked Bean and teleported them to a place where no humans could get.
"Trunks, what's going on in here?" Bulma asked as she ran to the bathroom.
"That guy who raped Peach before came back and tried to rape her again." Trunks growled.
"Where are he and your dad?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks while Peach sat in the water, crying.
"Dad took him elsewhere to do whatever." Trunks said, not looking at his mother.
"Where's Bulla?" Bulma asked, becoming panicked.
"She's fine; she left for her friend's house already." Trunks said, annoyed.
"Wait—she left Peach here alone?" Bulma asked in shock.
"Yep." Trunks said, removing all but his boxers.
"What do you think you're doing?" Bulma asked right away, looking at Trunks.
"I'm going to comfort my girlfriend. Relax, we're not going to have sex; I'm leaving my boxers on." Trunks said, snapping a little as he slowly climbed into the tub.
"Ok. Call if you need anything." Bulma sighed as she went out to the kitchen.
"Mom, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to snap. I'm just worried about Peach." Trunks apologized right away.
"It's ok; I understand." Bulma said with a smile as she shut the door; she was glad he apologized right away.
"Peach?" Trunks asked, kneeling in front of her.
"No!" Peach's high-pitched scream was heard when she came out of shock.
"Peach, it's me; it's Trunks. It's ok; you're safe now." Trunks said as calmly as he could, gently grasping her shoulders.
"Trunks?" Peach softly asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Yeah, it's me." Trunks calmly said, gently placing his hand on her cheek.
"Trunks!" Peach cried as she threw herself into his arms.
The only reason Trunks didn't have a boner was because he knew how distressed she was.
"It's ok; I'm here." Trunks said as he held her close, gently rubbing circles on her back.
She was so close he could feel her erect nipples on his chest.
'Damnit—this wasn't supposed to be like this; this was supposed to be special. I mean, I doubt we were going to make love or anything... But that's not the point. Why did he have to come back and ruin everything?' Trunks thought to himself as he laid his chin on her head.
"Trunks?" Peach asked, barely audible.
"What is it?" Trunks calmly asked.
"We're meant to be, right?" Peach asked, pulling away from him a little.
"Yes, I am one hundred percent sure of that." Trunks sincerely said, looking into her eyes.
"I believe that too." Peach softly said, pushing leftover bubbles around.
"What's going on in your head?" Trunks asked, seeing something in her eyes; she was contemplating something.
"Will you mark me as your own? Daddy once told me it's not only a Nekodian thing—that Saiyans do it too. Well—males anyway. Males mark females as their mates. So, will you please mark me as yours?" Peach desperately pleaded.
"You want this; you're absolutely sure?" Trunks asked, searching her eyes.
"Yes." Peach truthfully answered right away.
Trunks lost it, pulled her into a tight embrace, and held her. He wanted this more than anything; he just wanted it to be her decision.
"Of course, I'll mark you." Trunks said as he held Peach.
All she could do was cry and blush when she felt him growing against her.
"Trunks..." Peach softly said, very red in the face.
"Sorry..." Trunks said, pulling away when he saw her face. He knew he had become hard; he just didn't realize she was that close.
"Can we stay in the tub for a while?" Peach asked.
"If you want." Trunks said, looking into her eyes.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Yeah, mom?!" Trunks called, turning his head a little.
"Is everything ok in there?" Bulma asked through the door.
"Yeah, everything's—ok." Trunks said, pausing to try to think of the right word.
"Do you need anything?" Bulma asked, leaning against the door.
"No—not really." Trunks replied.
"If you're going to have sex, be careful—use protection!" Bulma called.
"Mom!" Trunks called out, embarrassed, while Peach blushed like crazy.
"Your father just got back—he's covered in blood. Don't run anymore water; I think he's going to take a shower!" Bulma called through the door.
"Boy?" Vegeta asked, stopping by the door.
"What?" Trunks asked, becoming annoyed; he just wanted to spend time with Peach.
"I don't care how much or how little she learns—you need to teach her how to defend herself. I understand she's half-Nekodian and they're peaceful beings; she's also half-Saiyan. She can't even fight off a mere human for crying out loud. Even Nekodians can defend themselves—so, I don't know how or where she was raised. Teach her how to fight and defend herself—or I will." Vegeta said, dead serious.
"Yes dad..." Trunks growled, annoyed as he looked at Peach.
Vegeta was going to say something but decided not to; he could smell a particular aroma coming from the bathroom. Instead, Vegeta just went to his bathroom while Bulma went to the kitchen to wait.
"How do you want to do this?" Trunks asked after a few minutes, looking at Peach.
"What do you mean?" Peach asked, confused.
"Do you want me to sit behind you—or like this?" Trunks asked.
"Umm—behind me—" Peach softly replied.
"Ok." Trunks said as he stood up, got out of the tub, and had her move up a little; he then got back in.
"Tell me if you become uncomfortable in any way." Trunks seriously said as they got situated and comfy.
"Ok." Peach said as she leaned against Trunks and closed her eyes.
"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, looking down at her after a few minutes of silence; she looked peaceful to him.
"Uh-huh—I feel safe." Peach softly spoke up.
"Good, I'm glad." Trunks said with a smile as he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist.
After a few minutes, Peach took her hands and gently placed them on Trunks's; she then guided them to her breasts.
Trunks was shocked and just held still as she took deep breaths.
After a minute or two, Peach eventually began to relax against him again.
After another few seconds, Peach lifted herself up and sat on his lap—right in front of his boner.
"Is this ok?" Peach softly asked, tilting her head up a little to look at Trunks.
"Yeah, this is perfect. But—if you keep this up, I don't think I'll be able to control myself." Trunks said as his boner started twitching.
"I trust you." Peach spoke softly but seriously.
"Damnit—" Trunks cursed as he pushed down on her breasts and started moving his pelvis so that his cloth-covered cock was rubbing against her.
"Huh! Trunks—" Peach gasped in surprise as she jerked her hips.
"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, worried that he hurt her.
"Uh-huh—" Peach breathed out as she leaned forward and held onto his knees.
"Do you want to get out?" Trunks asked as he held still.
"No." Peach softly replied.
"What was that?" Trunks asked, confused; he couldn't quite hear her.
"No, I want to stay here." Peach spoke a little louder this time.
"What do you want?" Trunks asked, holding onto her.
"I don't know." Peach admitted as her hips started rocking on their own.
"I'm going to move again. You tell me when or if you want to stop." Trunks seriously said.
"Ok. Mmmm!" Peach softly said and then moaned when she felt him pull her back to him by her breasts and pressed down, rubbing against her.
With Bulma & Vegeta:
"What did you do to him?" Bulma asked when Vegeta came out.
"Long story short? I tortured him by hacking him into pieces until Piccolo showed up and mercy killed him; he then got rid of any and all evidence." Vegeta simply explained; he knew Bulma didn't want all the gruesome details.
"Ok. At least he won't be bothering her anymore. What should I take out for dinner?" Bulma asked, looking at her husband.
"Take out steaks." Vegeta answered right away.
"Ok—but they'll take a few hours to thaw." Bulma said, looking at her husband.
"I know; it gives us time to go out and see a movie or some shit like that." Vegeta simply said, causing Bulma to look at him with wide eyes; she was shocked but thrilled at the same time. She wasn't going to give him time to change his mind.
"Ok. Let's go." Bulma happily said.
"Yeah." Vegeta said as he went to wait by the door while Bulma went to the bathroom door.
"Trunks?" Bulma asked on her end; she could vaguely hear Peach moaning; so, she figured it was going to be a snap reaction.
"What?" Trunks asked, annoyed as he kept working on Peach.
"Your father and I are going out for a while." Bulma calmly stated.
"Ok..." Trunks replied, losing even more control.
"Make sure you use protection." Bulma said with a smile.
"Yes mother." Trunks said, annoyed as Peach leaned forward a little.
"And one more thing." Bulma started.
"What?" Trunks asked, annoyed.
"Dr. Kohlrabi would like to meet you, your siste,r and Peach next time we go in. So don't make any plans for next Friday. Have fun." Bulma said before leaving.
"Are you ready now?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.
"Yep—let's go." Bulma said with a smile as they left the house.
Back to Trunks & Peach:
"Trunks..." Peach panted as he continued to rub against her.
"Come here." Trunks said, pulling her up to him; he then pulled her into a deep kiss while rubbing harder and faster until they both came.
After a few minutes, Trunks pulled his boxers off; he needed her badly.
She felt his bare cock on her butt and quickly pulled away.
"Peach?" Trunks asked, slightly hurt.
"Not here. Please, not here." Peach pleaded, confusing Trunks.
"What do you mean?" Trunks asked, confused.
"Please, don't take me in the tub—I don't want my first real time in the tub. Please—in a bed. I want it in bed. Please." Peach begged.
"Ok. Anything you want." Trunks said as he reached up and pulled the plug to drain the water before getting out.
"Be careful." Trunks said as she stood up and nearly fell getting out.
"Sorry." Peach softly said before Trunks picked her up bridal style.
"It's ok." Trunks said with a smile as he carried her to his room and his bed.
"What do you want?" Trunks asked, looking at her naked body up and down.
"You..." Peach said softly, blushing while he looked her up and down.
"Do you want me to mark you first?" Trunks asked as his cock twitched.
"Will it fit inside me?" Peach asked, worried when she finally got to see his cock for the first time.
"Yeah, it will; don't worry about that." Trunks said, climbing into bed after getting a condom.
"What's that?" Peach asked, looking at the small package.
"It's a condom; it's so you don't get pregnant." Trunks said, looking at Peach as he ripped open the condom wrapper.
"Don't put that on—" Peach said right away, sitting up.
"What's wrong?" Trunks asked, confused.
"Taffy said I'm allergic to those things." Peach said right away.
"How would she know?" Trunks asked, looking at her.
"When that man raped me—he wore one of those and I became very red and itchy down there and all over my stomach." Peach explained, remembering.
"I see..." Trunks sighed, looking at Peach.
"Is that bad?" Peach asked, confused, and worried.
"It could be problematic—only because I have a hard time pulling out." Trunks said, looking at Peach.
"Why would you pull out?" Peach asked, confused.
"So you don't become pregnant." Trunks said, looking directly at Peach.
"Isn't that why people have sex?" Peach asked, truly confused.
"Sometimes. People have sex for many different reasons. To have babies. For relief. For fun. I'm sure there's more; but I can't think of anything else right now. Oh, but the biggest reason is because people love each other and are ready." Trunks explained.
"Oh. Where I'm from, we have sex to have babies." Peach softly explained.
"Is that what you want?" Trunks asked, looking at her.
"Not really—not yet." Peach admitted.
"So, why are you willing to have sex with me?" Trunks asked right away.
"Because I trust and love you—and I'm seventeen. Most girls where I'm from—even if they don't get pregnant—start at fifteen or sixteen." Peach explained, looking at Trunks.
"Are you sure people where you're from have sex just to have babies." Trunks asked, looking at Peach; he had the suspicious feeling that she was being lied to or something.
"I'm pretty sure—that's what I was always told anyway." Peach replied, looking directly at Trunks.
"I want you so bad..." Trunks said, looking directly at Peach.
"I trust you." Peach sincerely said with a blush.
"Damnit. I guess I'll just have to be careful." Trunks said before gently pushing Peach down to the bed.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Suddenly, Trunks and Peach heard someone tapping at Trunks's window...