I pushed my body back to feel more of the glorious heat emanating from his body. After uncountable times of dreaming of what our first time would be like, it was blissful to have it fully suppress all of my expectations. It was magical, bewildering and intense; like nothing else in the world, nothing could explain the feeling of what had just happened.

"It was worth waiting for," his angelic voice whispered into my ear as he kissed the back of my neck and wrapped his arms tighter around me.

If someone had told me that I would be laying next to Trunks Brief's on a Monday evening, I would've called them delusional but here I was still glowing from after bliss, "You've been waiting for our first time too?"

He chuckled as he kissed upon the back of my neck again, "Not just our first time together, my first time ever," His words were soft and I couldn't help but hang on those words. He had waited for me.

The throb in my chest was not hurting but my heart had leaped into my throat. I knew what I had to say and the pain would be gone forever. I would never wake up again to the nightmare of him hurting me, to the nightmare of losing him. I just had to tell him how I felt. Whether it was possible for me to ever forgive him.

I swallowed hard forcing my heart down again, "For the last ten years I've been holding my chest together, forcing myself into this man the everyone wants me to be but the one I wanted to be…" I sighed in deeply and held it for a second, "The man I wanted to be was the one that was here with you. I wish I had known about what was happening and what's worse is that I did… Marron had told me and I didn't believe her… I do believe her now even if her words are not her own."

His eyes pulled away from the distance and met mine again, "I tried to call it off, I didn't want to make the bet…"

"Just stop, I am not finished," I bit down on my lip for a second and dropped my gaze, "Last night your sister came and spoke to me, told me things I am sure you would get annoyed by but they meant the world to me." I had to say everything, he needed to hear it and I needed to say it, "I came here to put you in your place. To tell you that I couldn't forgive you…."

He turned his head away from me as I looked back up, "I understand, I hurt you and I knew it was something like this, I will leave you alone then."

"Fuck preppy! Let me finished," my words even took me by surprise, I hadn't thought of him as preppy for the whole time I was gone and hearing the word escape my lips hit me hard, "I wanted to tell you that I couldn't forgive you but I can't tell you I don't love you… and I guess by admitting that I have to forgive you."

He turned quickly towards me; his eyes were showing nothing more then confusion, "You'll… forgive me?" he said just as his lips started curving up into a smile that went straight to his eyes and let the tears fall.

I nodded slowly and got onto my knees as I slowly leaned forward and pressed my lips against his; it felt like I was finally home.

His hands reached up and pulled me forward into his lap without breaking our long awaited kiss. In a moment like this nothing could separate us and I knew that my heart had instantly been healed.

"You were a virgin?" The words slipped from my mouth as the smile appeared on my face.

"Yes," he said loosening his arms and kissing along my shoulder, "I know you had given up hope on me but I never lost hope in you. I wanted to hear that you didn't love me first, I wanted to know that all hope was gone before I found someone else I would want to be so intimate with."

He had been having me fallowed for years, he knew about what I had done and he was alright with it, something I was thankful of, "Well, I guess I am your best then, I would have to place you up in the top ten on my list… maybe third…" The teasing words felt so natural again, felt so alive and free now that I was happy again. I was actually smiling again without a mask.

With no warning, he turned me on my back and climbed on top of me pinning my hands above my head and kissing along my collar bone, "I guess I have to try harder next time," his voice was mocking and smug, it was the exact way it used to sound, every tone was there, the happiness hidden beyond each word, "But for the rest of the night, I just want to lay with you and talk, I want to know everything I have missed," he said as he released my hands and laid onto my chest.

I moved my arms down and wrapped them around his shoulders, "Hmmm, everything you missed with Son Goten… Nope, you missed nothing. He left and disappeared and just suddenly appeared now in this moment," There was no end to this well of happiness, my sarcastic and mockery was returning with new fire.

"Oh really? Glad I never lost my Goten but what happened with Kyle Rice?" He asked with as his warm breath caressed my bare chest.

I sighed quietly and began to run my fingers along the back of his neck, "You won't give up until I tell you?"

"Not a chance," I could feel his smug smile on my chest.

"Fine then…" I said wondering were to start, "I guess the place to start would be my notebook on the bus, not anything practical, just something I grabbed at the bus stations concession stand."

I stared at the blank pages before me. Just like the notebook, this was my chance at starting a new life. I could start from scratch and the first thing I would have to do was…

My hand started to write and in no more then the time it would've taken me to think it, my list of my new life had been made.

Find a place to live

Cut all ties from previous life

Create a new name

Become successful

Find actual happiness

"What a cliché list…" He muttered under his breathe, "So you created Kyle Rice."

"At that point, I had nothing so I wasn't afraid of losing anything. I gambled my look and fortunately for me, I had a place to live in only hours of being in Hollywood. I moved in with three roommates that were all nice enough, they were all wanna-be actors with no talent and working random second jobs. One, who did a musical, hooked me up with a job and I built my life from there," I would've said more but there wasn't anything else to say really. As interesting as the media made my life sound, it was not all that interesting, nothing Cribs would ever show.

"Do you still talk to your old roommates at all?" He asked looking up at me.

"Why would I? The last time I spoke to them they just wanted to use me for contacts, there was never a friendship with them, just a convenience," It sounds a little cold but it was true, after my break they tried to use me and I had already learned against that.

"What about your love life?" He said and I could tell this was the question he was leaning towards the whole time.

"The only love life I had was in high school, gorgeous guy, never got over him," I said smiling down at him and kissing the top of his head, "Kyle Rice only had a sex life, one night stands, never more then that."

"I'm glad you are home," and with those words I knew he didn't mean this town, I knew he meant that my home was with him, in his arms because that was exactly where we belonged, together.

I'm not sure how long we laid in the position before we fell asleep but morning seemed to come much too soon. Light filled the room and I awoke from a dream into yet another one.

Trunks laid on my chest just the way he did last night, he was so beautiful and precious in just that single moment that I couldn't imagine my life without him.

"Papa!" The voice carried in from the hallway.

I looked down at Trunks, who was now fully awake, and then moved my eyes towards the door. I was confused and the anxiety was overwhelming. I could feel my heart breaking the second the call sounded again.

"Papa! You home?" Her voice was young and sounded completely innocent.

I pushed him away from me. I couldn't believe what was happening. I had fallen in his trap again, I had believed his every word and now I had proven to be a fool yet again.

"Goten stop, let me explain!" He shouted trying to grab my arm as I pulled on my clothes.

"Trunks, you lied to me again and I was fucking stupid enough to believe it!" I screamed grabbing my shoes and moving towards the door, "You will never fucking learn will you? You never gave a shit and now it's final… You got your fuck, congratulations!"

I moved out of the bedroom door and looked upon the young girl. She had black hair hanging down her back, pale lips and a pale complexion, she didn't remind me anything of Trunks but nonetheless, he was her papa.

"What are you doing here?" Maria's voice was harsh and I adjusted my eyes to fall on her. She had the same pale lips and complexion, the only difference between the two was that Maria's hair was golden blonde, how could I have missed it. Maria was Trunks wife.

"Leaving," It was all I could say, it was all that would come out, if I said anymore I would break out in tears.

"Goten stop and listen," Trunks said bursting out of the room with a bad sheet hanging around him.

"Papa?" The little girl asked looking around at the three of us.

"Trunks I am done listening! There's nothing I want to hear from you anymore, nothing you say means shit! You just can't stop lieing!" I made my way for the door but his hand caught around my wrist and stopped me.

"Will you just listen for one min…"

"Let go of me now…" My words were calmer then they should be, I think this is the moment everything hit home and finally I accepted the fact that he did not love me, wasn't that enough to let me start my life finally?

"No, not until you listen," He screamed with a panic in his voice.

I felt as if I was a bystander watching as multiple things happened at once. First, my fist came forward into Trunks jaw, second, the young girl screamed for her papa and started to ball, and finally, Maria jumped to the floor beside Trunks and made sure he was alright.

"This is exactly why I didn't want you here!" Maria screamed out at the top of her lungs, "I know the full fucking story about the two of you and I knew you could never accept us. You want to act as if you are perfect and the victim but you are fucking trash!"

I turned and opened the door in a calm manner, "I would rather be trash then scum, that's exactly what you are Trunks," I walked through the threshold of the door, turning only enough to close it and see Trunks staring at me with a mortified look on his face.

I have nothing to say about this chapter really except that all will be explained. Next chapter is written and waiting to be posted...