The clock struck 10am, Trunks lay awake. He had a young dark haired female resting sweetly on his left shoulder. Her arm wrapped dentally around his strong bare chest, as her leg rest upon his own legs. She was, in a way, enveloping him. Wanting, in her sleeping state to be as close to him as she could. Trunks kissed her lightly on the forehead, causing her to stir.

Miki yawned with a smile, to see this perfect specimen of Man, to her right. "Good morning, sexy." She blushed, had she already given him a nickname?

"Good morning Miki." Trunks replied as she traced his collar bone with her fingers. This had been the first time she could fully see the amount of scars he had. He may have been bare the night before but there was no light.

Miki sat up, her hand still resting on his chest, her face in pure astonishment. She began trashing his entire chest with her fingers. Feeling each and every scar with her desire to know more. Here was Trunks's nightmare. He'd always feared what people would say to his battle torn history.

"So, I guess this is the one you got from Cell?" Miki's hand rest on his large scar on his chest, from where Cell had killed him. His face was that of anguish. He recalled the memory, still ever so fresh in his mind.

"Yes." His voice was deep and held a tone unlike anything else. He wasn't sad; he wasn't happy, not even ashamed. He seemed more proud.

"Well! Let me kiss it. It will be all better." Miki smiled as she leaned down to kiss his large scar. He just blushed. Wondering why she wanted to kiss his scar, it didn't hurt, it wasn't even fresh. Miki looked up at him, "I'm happy they brought you back to life. I'd be sad if you were dead." Miki blushed with a large smile. At that very moment an unmistakable growl came from Trunks, his stomach was begging for food.

Miki laughed almost falling off the bed. "I guess that means you wanna eat huh?" Still laughing she stood up, grabbing her robe to cover her sexy night dress. "Let me go whip up something." Miki walked gracefully from the room. Trunks just remained on her bed in the room.

His mind ran over everything from the night before. He wasn't ashamed or embarrassed. His only concern was he hoped she didn't feel bad about it. He wanted her desperately to be happy, and to want him again.

A few moments later Trunks found himself in the dining room with 3 feet of pancakes in front of him. This was a nice breakfast. He hadn't had pancakes in years and Miki was sure a master of the pancake.

After he devoured his yard of pancakes, he was off, not before laying another passionate kiss on Miki's lips. "Why don't you come by for dinner tonight?" He smiled as he jumped into the air and was gone.

"Thanks for waiting for a reply Trunks! But, sure I'd be happy to go." Miki joked as she walked back into the apartment her hands over her heart. What was this feeling?

"Well now Mr. Super Saiyan, where have you been?" Bulma called as she saw her son land on his own balcony. He had hoped she didn't see him and would just assume he had been asleep in his own room all night. He looked down at her, scratching the back of his head with his hand while laughing.

"Oh, no where Mom…just um…" He trailed off he wasn't good at lying at least not to her.

"Oh don't worry Son. I don't care it's about time! So, how was it?" Bulma winked, trying her best to embarrass her only son. "Wait…I do not want to know!"

Trunks just walked into his room, trying hard to not pay any attention to his mother and her words. It was time for a shower, though he didn't want to wash her scent from him. Once again he found himself looking in the mirror at his own body. His chest just as scared as the day before, but now, his scars didn't bring him discomfort. She hadn't minded them, if anything she was fascinated by them. He traced the path she had made on his largest scar. He smiled slightingly.

Bulma found herself in the living room waiting desperately for her son to arrive from his room. She wanted to know about the night before, not all the kinky details but the overall feeling. As she sat, Trunks appeared in the doorway.

"Oh Son! So come sit down and tell me about your night. Leaving out all the details MOM doesn't' need to know." She laughed as she patted the sofa beside her.

He hesitated he didn't want to talk to his mother about all of this, what would she have to say?

"Ummm, sure." He sat softly on the sofa, as far from his mother as he could. "What do you want to know?" He ask swallowing hard.

"Did you have a good time? Did you go out to eat, dancing, a movie?" His mother questioned.

"Yes, yes, yes, and no. We didn't go to a movie. After we went dancing we returned to her apartment, and spent the night talking." This wasn't a lie but it wasn't full truth. "And come to find out, Mother. She really didn't know ALL that much about me." He glared at her, knowing she had been up to something.

"Oh Son, I'm sure she'd just forgotten." She laughed nervously, he had found her plan. "Well, does she know everything now?"

He nodded, with a smirk on his face. "And she wasn't even worried, she was, well she was excited about most of it. But, now she knows basically everything."

"So I take it you will be seeing her again then?" She looked inquisitively at her son.

"Yes. She's coming over for dinner." He glanced at his mother as a large grin made its way to her mouth.