With Trunks:
Trunks had just made it to town when he ran into Gohan and Videl.
"Hey Trunks, what's going on? How's Peach doing?" Gohan asked as they caught up to Trunks.
"Not much—just getting her pain medications. Peach is still a little sore and is currently sleep. But she is home now. I guess while I'm in town, I should probably pick up the rings…" Trunks simply answered and then mumbled to himself.
"Rings? Are you going to ask her to marry you?" Videl asked right away.
"I already did—we already did. Sorry. Immigration showed up because Nekodians aren't legal citizens of Earth. So, in order to keep her with me, we got married—even though we technically didn't have to because I had already marked her. No, we haven't had sex yet. I'll gladly wait until she's ready for that. I have her; that's all that matters." Trunks calmly answered.
"Congratulations. When's the party?" Gohan asked with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Trunks asked, looking at Gohan and Videl.
"Oh, come on, Trunks; we all know Bulma. We all know how she gets with stuff like this; she'll throw some kind off party." Gohan said while Videl giggled a little.
"I know. However, I told her she had to discuss it with Peach; I'm not so sure she's a big party person." Trunks answered as they started walking to the pharmacy.
"Yeah, she does seem pretty shy and quiet." Videl said with a smile.
"I'm sure Bulma will get some kind of party." Gohan simply said.
"Yeah—I know… But she has to coordinate with Peach on it." Trunks simply said.
"Right. So, I have a question for you." Gohan said, looking at Trunks.
"Uh-huh?" Trunks asked, looking at Gohan.
"Peach is home now—and you're on your way to get her pain medication for the next few days, yes?" Gohan asked, looking at Trunks.
"Yes. Why?" Trunks asked, looking at Gohan.
"Why don't you just get a Senzu Bean so she can be healed within seconds?" Gohan asked, looking at Trunks, who suddenly froze in place.
"Because I'm stupid—and didn't even think about that." Trunks said, smacking his forehead.
"No." Videl said right away.
"You were just worried about Peach. You have the right to be a bit distracted." Gohan calmly said, looking at one of his best friends.
"Thanks. Well, I'd still better pick up the pills. Then I'll get rings before going to see Korin." Trunks sighed as they made it to the pharmacy.
"Don't worry about that; I have some at my place. We're done with everything we had to do in town; we were actually just heading home when we saw you. You can just stop by before you go home and grab one. We'll just stick with you." Gohan said with a smile.
"Ok. Thanks. You're the best; I owe you." Trunks said with a relieved sigh.
"No problem; you'd do the same for us." Gohan said with a smile as Trunks went into the pharmacy.
Ten Minutes Later:
"How was that?" Gohan asked, looking at Trunks.
"Long and annoyed. It was crazy busy in there. Now I just have to figure out where to go next." Trunks sighed as he tried to remember where the jewelry store was.
"Madam Gemini is a good place to go. She's expensive, but her stuff is amazing quality. That's where my dad got his new wife's ring—and necklace." Videl said, looking at Trunks.
"You still don't like her, do you?" Trunks asked, looking at Videl.
"Hell no! She's nothing but a gold-digging slut." Videl shot, trying not to draw too much attention to them.
"Who's your new friend?" Gohan asked, noticing Mr. Tuttle a good ten or twelve feet away, trying to hide behind a building.
"Oh, that's just Mr. Tuttle. He's the agent or whatever who was trying to get Peach deported. He's out to prove we're trying to cheat the system. So long as he doesn't do anything stupid, I'll leave him alone. But anyway—lead the way." Trunks explained with a sigh before looking at Videl.
"Of course. Follow me." Videl said with a smile.
"So what are you going to do about your new friend?" Gohan asked as they followed Videl.
"Well—as I said before: as long as he doesn't do anything or get to close to Peach, we won't have a problem. I don't give a rat's ass if he follows me around; I just prefer he stay away from Peach. She rarely goes out as is—now with him, she'll probably go out even less. If he stays far enough away, I won't call Mr. Shoo. Not right away anyway. If he's still following us after a month or whatever, he'll have left me no choice." Trunks explained.
"Trunks!" A female voice yelled from behind them; it was Mocha.
"Mocha, what are you doing here?" Trunks asked, looking at her as she finally made it to them—out of breath.
"Hi. I was on my way to visit Peach, but I saw you here. Is she ok? You wouldn't leave her alone in that place with that creepy man—who is behind us, would you? Why is he here now?" Mocha asked, confused, looking at Trunks.
"Peach is home; she got home about an hour ago now. But she's sleeping and still a little sore. I'm guessing you haven't seen Goten yet; I told him to let you know if he saw you. Mr. Tuttle back there is just stalking me to make sure I'm not cheating on Peach—or cheating the system." Trunks explained.
"Cheating the system?" Mocha asked, confused.
"She's a Nekodian; they're not considered legal citizens." Trunks explained.
"She should've been. My dad made sure to send all that information to the government. Anyone sent from Planet Jade the day it was destroyed were to receive immediate citizenship. He talked to whoever was in charge; I just received all her citizenship stuff from the government. It says how long she's been here and that she's had a job. I mean, yeah, I had to file and let them know I was looking for her information. Oh, here you go, by the way. I was going to give it to you when I saw you in the hospital—but she's no longer there." Mocha said, handing Trunks a folder
"Thanks. So—really, there's no reason for Immigration to get involved in the first place…" Trunks said, stating a fact, looking at the folder.
Inside the folder was:
. Peach's information
- Birthday
- Birthplace
- Where she grew up
- Her parents' names & ages when they died
- Two older half-siblings
. Birth certificate
. Marriage certificate
. Social security card
. A medical card-now void due to marriage
. New legal status papers
. Other information
"No. Can I visit Peach?" Mocha answered and then calmly asked.
"I don't care. Just if you go now, don't wake her if she's still asleep." Trunks calmly answered.
"Thank you. See you later." Mocha happily said with a broad smile.
"See you later." Trunks said, waving.
"Well, that was interesting." Videl said as they watched Mocha leave.
"She's a sweet girl. And hey, at least now Peach isn't completely alone; she has someone she knows—aside from you, your family, and us." Gohan calmly said.
"Yeah. Well, it looks like I have a call to make. Lead the way, I'll talk and follow." Trunks said, pulling out the card Mr. Shoo gave him.
"Okie-dokey." Videl said, once again leading the way.
With Bulma, Vegeta & Peach:
Bulma had just finished ordering furniture for the basement (Trunks & Peach) about ten minutes ago.
She may have gone a little overboard:
Eeee…
She ordered:
- A king-sized bed frame that a mattress goes inside-$450
- A king-sized mattress that goes in the frame-$300
- A king-sized headboard-$100
- A new dresser for Trunks-$85
- A blue sectional couch-$555
- 2 lazy boy chairs-$399
- 2 beanbag chairs (blue & purple)-$115
- 2 adjustable saucer chairs-$236
- 3 Cat towers/condos-$160
- Several cat scratching posts-$133
- A blue microwave-$76
- 2 of those fancy double-sided fridges (1 for upstairs & 1 for downstairs)-$852
- A small table for the microwave-$54
- An entertainment center-$231
- A 50' TV (on sale)-$299
- A computer (on sale)-$350
- 4 lamps-$64 Plush blue-gray carpet-$200 (to cover the entire floor)
- 3 small fuzzy teal rugs-$94
- 3 small fuzzy turquoise rugs-$94
- 3 small fuzzy sky-blue rugs-$94
- 3 small fuzzy purple rugs-$96
- Dark blue tile for a bathroom-$387
- Light blue marble tile with a swivel design for the small kitchen-$174
- A plain white toilet-$186
- A vanity-$199 A bathroom sink-$180
- A kitchen sink-$180 A blue kitchen set (plates, bowls, cups, silverware)-$145
- Several picture frames-$52
- A dark brown coffee table-$176
She debated on getting a chandelier but decided that it was a little too much.
Anyway—Bulma was now sitting at the kitchen table, looking through catalogs for random things when Peach stumbled her way into the kitchen.
"Oh, Peach—you're awake. How are you feeling?" Bulma asked, standing up to pull a chair out for Peach.
"My side hurts. Where's Trunks?" Peach softly said and then asked, confused.
"He went to get your medications—and possibly some other type of errands. Oh, don't worry, dear; I'm sure he's fine. Vegeta hasn't left the house like a speeding bullet—and no one else has called. Would you like to take a warm shower? It might help your side a little. I can help you if you need." Bulma calmly said.
"Ok. A shower would be nice." Peach softly said.
"Come on." Bulma said with a smile, leading Peach to the bathroom.
"Oh, hi Dear." Bulma said as they passed Vegeta.
"Hi, Mr. Vegeta." Peach softly said.
"Hey—I'll be in the kitchen." Vegeta gruffly said.
"I'll be out in a minute." Bulma said with a soft smile.
Three Minutes Later:
"Take your time." Bulma said with a smile as she left.
"Ok." Peach softly said.
"Are you ok, Dear?" Bulma asked, concerned.
"Just a little sore." Peach honestly answered.
"Do you need anything?" Bulma asked right away.
"No, thank you." Peach softly answered.
"Ok. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything. If you need any help, just yell." Bulma simply said.
"Ok." Peach softly said.
After all was said and done, Peach undressed and got in the shower while Bulma left.
"How's the girl? What's wrong?" Vegeta asked, looking at his wife.
"She says she's sore—but I think she's in a lot more pain than she's letting on." Bulma sighed as she sat at the table.
"I'm sure she'll be fine; Trunks is getting her that medication stuff, right?" Vegeta asked, looking at Bulma.
"Yes… I just worry about her; she's so frail." Bulma sighed, looking up.
"She'll be fine. And as long as Trunks keeps his word, she'll at least learn how to defend herself." Vegeta seriously said.
"Right." Bulma said, a little more at ease.
"So—I really don't want to start anything. But where and how the hell did you spend $6,716?! I got an alert on my email thing that you set up…" Vegeta exclaimed in disbelief.
"Oh, that… Don't you worry about any of that; I've got it all taken care of." Bulma said with a smile.
"What did you do?" Vegeta asked—his right eye twitching.
"Nothing… Oh, Trunks—you're home!" Bulma said innocently before noticing Trunks.
"Do I want to know?" Trunks asked, looking between his parents suspiciously.
"Not currently, no." Bulma simply said.
"Well—that doesn't make me any less suspicious. But honestly—I don't want to know…" Trunks sighed, throwing the folder on the table, along with the prescriptions.
"What's that?" Bulma and Vegeta asked, looking at the folder with Peach's name on it.
"Peach's information. Apparently, she's a legal citizen—and has been since she's been here. Yep. Mocha's dad or whoever, sent all of their information here so that they wouldn't have to worry about Immigration or anything like that. Mr. Shoo said he hadn't known until he got into his office and her information showed up on his desk a little bit ago—which to him is weird. He says either her information got lost, misplaced, set aside, or just put somewhere where it wouldn't be found. But now he has a copy—and I have a copy. And Mr. Tuttle has been arrested for trying to attack me, Gohan, and Videl—and for attempting to go after Mocha because she gave me the information. It also slipped that he knew about Peach's—and several others' information being sent here; he paid someone to keep it all hidden. He, apparently, was unaware that Mocha also had information." Trunks explained with a sigh.
"Are you going to tell her about all this?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks as she grabbed the folder.
"When she's up and better." Trunks replied.
"She's up; she's taking a shower. I convinced her to take one, saying it might make her feel better; she said she was sore. I think she's hurting more than she's saying. She has two older siblings?" Bulma explained and then asked, skimming through the folder.
"Ok. Well, I'll check on her in a minute. Yes, she has two older siblings. I'm not sure if I'm going to tell her about them or not. Apparently, before meeting her mother, her dad, Fin, had been with a few different women. I don't know if I want to tell her because I don't know if she knows or not. If she knows and isn't saying anything, there's a reason. If she doesn't know, there's a reason—and there is a reason. The oldest one is half-Nekodian and half-Arian; his name is Taiyo and he's twenty-nine. He attempted to kill Peach when she was two—and again when she was four. And then the other brother was half-Nekodian and half-Human. His name was Coal, and he should be twenty-three. Taiyo successfully killed him when nine and Peach was three. So, she either doesn't remember either of them—or doesn't want to remember them. So, no, I don't think I'll tell her about them. I don't want her stressed out." Trunks calmly but seriously explained.
"Right." Bulma sighed, looking through the papers.
"So, you really didn't have to rush out and get married?" Bulla asked, walking out.
"No—I guess we didn't. But it's done and over with—and I wouldn't change it for anything. I already marked her the other day—might as well marry her. We're going to be together for the rest of our lives anyway. However, in retrospect, if we had known—and she wanted to wait; I would've." Trunks calmly answered.
"Mmmhmm…" They heard a small crash and Peach's small moan coming from the bathroom.
Trunks didn't say anything; he just went to the bathroom.
"Hey; what about her medications?!" Bulma called.
"Not needed!" Trunks called back.
"Why the hell not?!" Vegeta yelled.
"At least I'm not the only one who didn't think of the Senzu Bean!" Trunks yelled back, causing Vegeta and Bulma to fall over while Bulla just stood there.
"Well—I'm going to go to Nana's now. I'll be back in a few hours." Bulla said, looking at her parents.
"Fine." Vegeta said, still in disbelief he hadn't thought of that damn bean to begin with.
"Be safe." Bulma sternly said.
"Yes, Mom. Bye." Bulla said, running out the door.
With Trunks & Peach:
Knowing something was wrong, Trunks didn't bother to knock and ask if he could go in; he just walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
"Peach—what happened?" Trunks asked, pulling back the shower curtain to find Peach on her knees, hunched forward, with blood running down the drain.
"It hurts…" Was all Peach managed to get out.
It was then that Trunks noticed that her stitches had torn a little.
"Peach—I have something that'll help you; it'll heal your side right away. You won't be in any pain anymore." Trunks gently explained, kneeling next to the tub.
"What is it?" Peach weakly asked.
"It's called a Senzu Bean—it does wonders. You just eat it." Trunks said, holding the green bean to her.
"Ok." Peach softly said, taking the bean; however, she hesitated a bit before eating it.
After about a minute, Peach was able to sit up—not in pain.
"How do you feel?" Trunks asked, looking at her as she sat on her knees in a few inches of water.
"Better. What about the pain pills the doctor said I have to take?" Peach asked, looking at Trunks.
"You don't have to worry about taking those. The Senzu Bean erases any need for a pain pill." Trunks explained, looking her up and down, causing her to blush.
"Oh." She said, looking away from Trunks.
"Is something wrong?" Trunks asked, concerned, not knowing the effect he was having on her right this moment.
"No…" Peach nervously said, fidgeting where she sat.
Trunks was going to ask if she was sure until he saw her fidgeting with her legs tightly closed; he smiled, stood up, and locked the door before he started removing his clothes.
"Really now?" Trunks asked, looking down on her.
"Mmmhmm…" Peach softly answered, blushing even more because she could hear him removing his clothes.
"May I join you?" Trunks calmly asked, standing there.
She didn't reply; she was too embarrassed as she slowly scooted to the back of the tub.
Trunks smiled as he entered behind her and turned the water back on.
She had been sitting on her knees for so long that they hurt a little, so she struggled to stand; Trunks hooked his arms under hers and helped her up.
"Does this mean I can sleep with you tonight—in your bed?" Peach softly asked as they stood there; she could feel his cock hardening against her lower back.
"It's up to you—but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to." Trunks honestly answered, placing his chin on her shoulder.
"I want to. I like it when you hold me in your arms; it makes me feel safe." Peach softly said, slowly turning to face him.
"That makes me happy. Now, come here and shhh… I've missed you." Trunks said, pulling her to him before leaning down to kiss her.
Her hands slowly moved up his body to rest on his shoulders, around his neck while his arms snaked their way around her waist.
"Huh!" Peach gasped in surprise when he gently pushed her up against the cold shower wall; he just smiled as he continued kissing her.
After a few minutes, Peach had to pull away so she could breathe—but she still held onto Trunks for dear life.
Trunks smiled at her when he saw her eyes lightly closed, a light blush running across her cheeks and nose, and her panting.
"Trunks…" Peach lightly moaned when she felt his lips on her neck while pressing his body as close to hers as he possibly could; she could feel his cock above her sex.
She only started moaning even more when she felt his hands on her ass, squeezing as his mouth made its way to her breast.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Trunks, is everything ok in there?" Bulma asked, interrupting.
'Damnit…' "Yes, Mom—everything's fine!" Trunks called, annoyed, holding onto Peach, who was panting like crazy.
"How is Peach?" Bulma asked, standing there.
"She's fine—her side is all healed up. The Senzu Bean did it's job." 'Come on, go away…' Trunks replied before growling into Peach's shoulder.
"Ok. Well, come out soon; your father and I have something we want to talk to you two about." Bulma happily.
"Don't lump me in with whatever you're planning!" Vegeta yelled down the hall.
"We'll be out in a little bit!" Trunks called back.
Satisfied with his answer, Bulma walked away with a smile.
"Damnit…" Trunks growled, frustrated.
"Trunks?" Peach softly asked, confused—Trunks could tell she was frustrated as well.
"Hold on—I'll have to make this quick. You still want your first time in a bed?" Trunks said and then asked, looking Peach in her glazed over eyes.
"Yes." Peach softly replied, holding onto Trunks.
"Ok. Turn around. Don't worry; I won't put it in your butt." Trunks gently commanded before explaining.
Peach did as she was told and held still as Trunks started.
Using his feet, Trunks spread her legs apart just a little.
"You trust me?" Trunks asked right in her ear.
"Yes." Peach answered right away.
"Good. I'm not going to put my penis in you—but you are going to feel it against you. Ok? If you become uncomfortable in anyway, let me know—I'll stop." Trunks seriously explained as he positioned himself so that his cock was just outside her pussy, gently rubbing against her folds.
"Huh-uh!" Peach gasped and clutched the shower wall.
"Are you ok?" Trunks asked right away.
"Uh-huh…" Peach answered, flattening her hands with her eyes closed.
"You can tell me to stop any time you want." Trunks seriously said. However, he smiled as he started moving—after her tail wrapped itself around his waist.
He held onto her waist, smiling, listening to her moan, gasp, and pant as he rubbed against her.
"Trunks…" Peach softly moaned as she leaned back a little.
"Feel good?" Trunks asked, moving his hands up her stomach to rest on her breasts.
"Ye-yes." Peach moaned.
"Good." Trunks said just before sealing her lips with his.
After a few minutes, Peach started spazzing out as she reached her orgasm.
Instinctively, Trunks took her hand in his, and she calmed down—a little.
He remembered the first orgasm he gave her—a few days ago in the tub; it was nowhere near as big as this. He figured maybe it was scary for her.
Shortly after he felt her warm juices leaking onto him, Trunks thrust once more and shot his load all over the wall in front of her.
"Whoa. Hey, are you ok?" Trunks asked, concerned when she slid to her knees, panting like crazy.
The only reason she didn't go crashing down was because he had her beneath the breasts; he slowly eased her down.
"Mmmhmm…" Peach softly answered as she leaned her head against her wall.
"Peach… Did that make you uncomfortable? Why didn't you stop me?" Trunks asked, concerned.
"I-I didn't want you to stop." Peach softly answered.
"What's wrong?" Trunks asked, rubbing her back.
"I'm sorry." Peach softly/sadly said, embarrassed.
"For what?" Trunks asked, confused.
"I-I di-didn't mean to pee on you…" Peach finally answered, embarrassed.
Needless to say, Trunks sat there stunned before he started laughing before turning her around to face him.
"Peach—you didn't pee; you had an orgasm." Trunks explained, looking at her.
"A what?" Peach asked, confused.
"An orgasm. Umm… It's also known as cumming. A few days ago—when we were rocking against each other in the tub—you had an orgasm then as well. It's natural." Trunks explained.
"But—last time my stomach didn't feel tight, heavy, or hot. And it didn't feel like there was any liquid coming out. And only men are supposed to cum, aren't they?" Peach explained and then asked, confused.
Trunks just chucked and pulled her close to him before speaking, "You have a lot to learn—and I'll be the one to teach you. You most likely did ooze the last time. But because we were submerged in water, you probably didn't feel anything. This time you felt what you felt because you could feel it leaking out. And girls/women can orgasm just as much as men. In fact, when two people are having a GOOD sexual experience, making the other orgasm is a good thing; it means it feels good—so good that you're making your partner release. That man couldn't make you cum because you didn't want that. He couldn't get you to release because he couldn't make you feel good. I personally like making you orgasm—and I look forward to making you do it again." Trunks explained to a very red Peach, who was now hiding her face in his shoulder.
"Do I—do I make you do that as well?" Peach softly asked, clinging to him.
"You just did." Trunks whispered in her ear, holding her close as she became emotional and started crying into his shoulder.
Five Minutes Later:
"Peach—we should probably get out, dressed, and see what Mom and Dad want before one of them comes bursting in here." Trunks calmly said, rubbing her back.
"Ok." Peach replied, pulling away.
"And if you want—later tonight, we'll go all the way and I'll make you feel like you've never felt before." Trunks pulled her to him and whispered in her ear, causing Peach to blush like crazy.
Five More Minutes Later:
"Well, it's about time you two got out here." Vegeta started; he was going to continue before Trunks spoke up.
"Don't you even dare…" Trunks growled, looking at his father.
"Peach!" Mocha happily cried, running over to Peach.
"Hey, Buddy." Goten said, smacking Trunks's back.
"Goten and Mocha are here, by the way." Bulma calmly said.
"Why didn't you say she was here to begin with?" Trunks asked, looking at his mother as Peach and Mocha hugged each other, and he glared at Goten.
"They just got here about a minute or two ago." Bulma answered with a smile.
"So, they're not what you wanted to discuss?" Trunks asked, looking at his mother.
"Nope." Bulma calmly said.
"How are you feeling?" Mocha asked, looking at Peach.
"Better." Peach answered with a smile.
"What did you want to talk about?" Trunks asked, looking at his mother.
"Right. Well—why don't we all sit in the living room." Bulma said, heading to her chair while Vegeta went to his.
Trunks and Goten sat on the ends of the couch while Peach and Mocha sat in between them.
"What's going on?" Peach asked Trunks, confused.
"I don't know…" Trunks said, not taking his eyes off his mother.
"Well—you know how you said you were going to look for a new house to move into at a later time?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks.
"Yeah… Oh, Kami; what did you do?" Trunks asked, looking at his mother.
"Nothing." Bulma started.
"Yet." Vegeta finished, looking at his wife.
"Shhh! Anyway, I was thinking—instead of you moving out, you and Peach could stay here…" Bulma started, getting a look from Trunks.
"Mom…" Trunks started only to be interrupted.
"Please, let me finish. I'm not saying here, here. I was thinking of calling a contractor and having the basement redone and having it turned into an apartment-like home for you and Peach. You can have your own space." Bulma explained.
She was trying to sound calm, but it only came out as desperate.
"Does that include a kitchen?" Trunks asked, knowing his mother.
"Uhh…" Bulma started.
"Mom…" Trunks started.
"At least for a few years? Then after a few years you can move out if you truly aren't happy here." Bulma said, shocking Trunks
The truth is: it's not that Bulma didn't want Trunks to move out and be independent; she was afraid he'd move hours away and forget about her.
"Mom—it's not that I'm not happy here. What all did you already get?" Trunks asked, looking at his mother, remembering what he walked into when he got home.
"Ummm… Everything but a stove/oven." Bulma answered.
"Give me some time to think about it. Let me talk to Peach; she has a say in this decision as well." Trunks sternly said.
"Right…" Bulma sighed; she'll take what she can get for now.
"I'm happy here with Trunks. I'm happy to be anywhere Trunks is. Mrs. Bulma and Mr. Vegeta have been nothing but nice to me these past few months. I'd stay here as long as Trunks or Mrs. Bulma and Mr. Vegeta wanted. Oh! And Bulla's been very nice as well!" Peach softly explained, before becoming frantic as to not forget about Bulla.
"Aww! You are just so sweet! I'm so glad Trunks found you! And you two are married now—you call us mom and dad!" Bulma happily exclaimed, hugging—squeezing the life out of Peach.
"Mom—please, don't hurt Peach; I don't think she can breathe." Trunks said, concerned about Peach.
"Sorry. Well—we've got that all taken care of. Why don't all of you go out and have some fun? Trunks and Peach; we have the family therapy Friday afternoon. Don't forget about that and make other plans." Bulma sternly said, standing up.
"What brings you over? Well, I know why Mocha is here. But what about you? I thought your mom wanted you studying." Trunks said, looking at Goten.
"I finished all that. Mocha couldn't remember how to get to your house and begged me and mom to let me bring her to visit Peach. I've got a few hours and a little money. Seeing that Peach doesn't look like crap anymore. No offence meant. Maybe we could go out to a fast-food place, movie—and maybe to the beach we never got to go to on your first date. I already talked to Mocha; she's in." Goten said, looking at Trunks.
"Peach, what do you want to do?" Trunks asked, looking at Peach.
"Umm… Can I change first?" Peach asked, turning red as she was in her PJs.
"You want to go out?" Trunks asked, looking at her.
"If you do." Peach said with a smile, looking at Trunks.
"Yeah. Go get changed." Trunks said with a calm smile.
"Did you not want to go out?" Goten asked, looking at Trunks when Peach was in her room with the door shut.
"Oh, no; I'm happy to go out for a few hours. I didn't think she'd want to go out. It's not easy to get Peach to go out; she gets really nervous and prefers to stay inside." Trunks explained.
"Still?" Mocha softly asked.
"Still?" Trunk asked, confused.
"Yeah. Back on Planet Jade, Peach never liked going out often. I don't know what happened because I don't ask, but I overheard her dad talking with my dad one night. He said that something had happened—and since then, Peach doesn't go out too often. Every now and then—but not often. She's especially afraid of large bodies of water. I never figured it was any of my business—and if she wanted me to know, she'd tell me." Mocha quickly explained.
"So, maybe the beach wouldn't be smart." Trunks said, thinking about it.
"Maybe it's because she's a Nekodian; she is part of a cat race after all." Goten chimed in.
"Maybe. Let's see how dinner and a movie go." Trunks simply said, changing the subject when they heard Peach's door open again…