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Bulma walked into her son's room, to not find him laying in bed. His bed was made and his room was clean. She began to panic, where had he gone now?

"You better not be training Trunks!" She thought, knowing his body may look healed but as his mother she knew he wasn't well enough just yet. At that very moment she heard the shower turn on. A sigh of relief left her lips. At least this way she knew he wasn't training and wasn't going to train at any point that day, if he was showering now, in the morning. She made her departure from his room, giving him some privacy.

Trunks stood bare in the bathroom, looking at his body in the mirror. He was well built, taller than his father by a good bit; his muscles were defined and strong. His shoulders were wide while his body was slender and lean. He had scares all over his skin from all his countless battles; he even had a matching scar to his father. They both adorned their body with large scar on their chest from which they were killed from. He ran his fingers over the scar, it had been well over a year but he could still feel the pain from that day. He began to think of what others would think if they saw his bare body. Would they be scared, feel pity, or just be in shock? He turned to see his back's reflection in the mirror. His back too was covered in scars. His eyes trailed down his muscular back until it reached his lower back, where his tail had been. He'd never know his tail. For Bulma had had it removed right after birth to prevent any monkey transformations. If one did not know they would have just guessed it to be another battle scar.

The steam from the shower had begun fogging the mirror, as Trunks stepped into his shower. He let the hot water run over his still wore body. He ran his fingers through his hair to get the water mixed all through it. Trunks looked up to the ceiling, grunting to himself. He leaned on to the wall letting the water hit the back of his head and neck, propping himself up with his left hand, while his right found its way to himself. He hadn't had the urge or need to do anything since he had gone through puberty, but he found himself in need tonight.

He was proportioned to his height, if not a bit bigger than any average human his size. His girth was noticeably larger. He stocked himself not sure why this of all days he had this urge. Had it had something to do with Miki? Since he had left her, he couldn't get his mind off of her. She was like a virus finding its way to his brain. He was plagued by her. He acknowledged she was attractive; she was thin but curvy, with long legs that went on to tomorrow. Her face was nice as well. Her features were strong but she had this purity to them like no one else.

Trunks gave into as he pleasured himself, it had been years but he still knew what it took. His large strong hand gripped him lightly as he forced his hand up and down. It only took him a minute to feel the release he had been seeking. As he came he clinched his left fist and let out a deep moan.

His breathing was hard and he panted for a moment. His head still hung. He had his release but he was still lacking. He couldn't figure out what he was craving. He shook his head, trying to get back into the real world. Trunks stood up straight. He did feel better. But it took a lot out of him, in more than one way. He began to wash.

Bulma sat on the sofa in the down stairs living room, snacking on some berries watching the news, of peace. Trunks found his way to the living room to where his mother was. He was now fully dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, his hair still wet. He plopped down on the sofa beside her, with frustration.

"Trunks, what's up? Did you walk Miki home last night?" Bulma ask inquisitively. As she looked at her son she could see he was deep in thought. "You seem to be confused." She said as she popped another berry in to her mouth.

"Mom. Yes, I walked her home." He said in deep voice, he still wasn't happy that his mother had told Miki about him. "She told me…she told me you told her, everything." He glared at his mother threw his wet hair.

"Ahh, stupid girl." Bulma laughed. "Yes, I did. I did it so she could…so she'd know. That's all I can really say." She smiled softly showing that she had no ill intent.

"Mom, who else have you told? Trunks demanded.

"No one else, Son. I only told her because… I like her. She reminds me of you Trunks. She is about your age and she'd gone through so much in her life too, I thought maybe she could relate somehow to you." Bulma spoke the truth. She had hoped they could relate. She had to admit it was a selfish attempt to see her son happy. Though is it ever selfish to see someone else happy? "So what happened?" Bulma inquired.

"WHAT? NOTHING!" Trunks shouted as he blushed. Bulma looked at him in bewilderment. What was he freaking out over. "I just walked her home, nothing else." He stated, "I did break a lamp post." He said quietly in hopes she did not hear him.

"WHAT?" Bulma screamed. "Why? Why did you do something like that Trunks?" She turned to her son in astonishment.

"I just…I got upset when she told me she knew and that YOU had told her." He sneered and looked away. "But Miki wasn't hurt. She wasn't even scared." A small smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh really?" Bulma looked at her son's face seeing his smile. "That's good. After living through those Androids I guess a sweet boy hitting a lamp isn't anything to worry about." She laughed jokingly. Trunks just looked at her blankly. Had his mother had lost it.

"There is one thing, one thing I don't know what to do about." Trunks glanced at his mother hoping she had the answer. Bulma looked at him with curiosity. "I need…I mean I'm…I have a date with Miki tonight." Trunks blurted out. This nearly caused his mother to fall off the sofa. "And I have no idea what to do." He blushed.

Bulma laughed. "Oh Trunks. My dear sweet boy. You got a girlfriend, oooohhhh! Kissy Kissy!" She joked with him, who was not too pleased with this. "Ok, take her out to eat first; I would recommended a buffet for you sake. Then take her to a movie or dancing. After that, take her home." She smiled softly. It had been years since Bulma had been on a real date. She never really dated Vegeta unless you call sitting at his bedside a date.

"Really? You think that would be an ok date Mom?" Trunks inquired. "I've never been on a date…I'm not sure what to do." He blushed.

"Oh Son, just fallow your gut. It will be ok. Don't worry. I'm sure she's nervous too." Bulma put her arm around her sons shoulder as she kissed his cheek. "Don't worry about it son. You will do fine! Now, what are you wearing?" This was Bulma's field of expertise that was for sure. Maybe now her son would finally wear something other than workout clothes.

The night had finally come, 6:00pm on the dot, and Trunks stood at the bottom of Miki's apartment complex, waiting for her to come out. Trunks was dressed in nice khaki slacks with a black polo shirt, and a small flower in his right hand. He could hear Miki calling to him as she skipped out of the main door.

"TRUNKS! Hey! I'm so excited for tonight, aren't you?" She smiled as she got up close to him. Her dark brown hair was down but pulled away from her face with small clips, her lips a bright red. She had on a form fitted black dress with a brown belt and matching heels. She looked great. "So, what are we doing?"

Trunks smiled and he repeated his mother's itinerary. Miki smiled. "Sounds great! I'm hungry." She smiled as she was interrupted by Trunks' hand out in front of her. Miki's eyes got big, as a goofy smile came over face. "AWWW A flower! It is SO pretty! Thank you Trunks!" She couldn't hide her happiness, as she threw her arms around his neck in small embrace. Trunks smiled.