The days started off crisp clean and cold now, it had been only a week since Miki spilled the beans on her past. Yet, nothing really changed, which was nice. Trunks hadn't really been any more affectionate, which she expected. Miki had given up hoping for him to show her more love. She kept longing for it but what Bulma said rang true. Trunks had even told her, he doesn't long for it, he never gives in. But, there are times when it is needed, like on that night.
It was a Saturday; everyone was taking a break from work and training. The three of them sat at the dining room table, it was round and small, just right for the small family and their honorary family member. Miki sat in a white tank top with a brown short sleeve sweater with a matching belt; blue jeans and dark brown high heal boots. Her hair was up in a ponytail high on her head. Bulma wore a red mini dress and matching heals. Even though she was dressed up she had no plan of leaving home, just a desire to look her best. Trunks, however was not like his mother, to dress up for no reason. He wore his jeans and a black skin tight shirt with his favorite logo on it. His hair was starting to get long again.
Miki rocked back in forth on the legs of her chair, her head resting on her arms, bored. Bulma slurped the last part of her coffee as she turned the pages of the news paper. Trunks, still feeding his Saiyan appetite scarified down the last of his 7 course breakfast.
"Let's do something!" Miki demanded looking at Trunks with his face still full of food. Bulma glanced over her newspaper.
"That would be nice, what do you think we should do Miki?" Bulma questioned. She too was bored; life had gotten so, normal, that it almost was a bummer. "I believe there is a festival going on."
"Sounds great! Let's go!" Miki yelled as she jumped up from the table, nearly knocking it over. "This will be fun!" Miki jumped up and down, Trunks just eyed her. He couldn't believe how goofy she was acting. He liked it though. She was so free at times, that he envied her. "Um…what kind of festival is it?" Miki questioned as she looked at Bulma with a lost expression.
Trunks nearly choked on the last of his food. "What? You are so excited to go to something you don't even know what it is?" He laughed as he tried to clear his throat.
"Well, yes. I wanna get out, even if it means going somewhere I don't know." Miki smiled a sweet innocent smile. "Who says you have to know what is going to happen. Just find something and do it. What the heck?"
She was right though, a festival was a festival, did it matter what kind? It was something that sounded fun and he'd never been. Bulma watched them over her paper; she was envious of her son and Miki. Deep down they both knew the other would always be there, no matter what.
"Well you two, it is the Fall Festival. Says so right there." Bulma lowered the paper and pointed to an ad, reading "Fall Festival – South North Street, West City – Arts, Crafts, Food, and Much More."
Both of their eyes grew, there was something for the both of them. Art & Craft for Miki and Food for Trunks.
"Ok, sounds good. Let's go!" Miki ran over and pulled Bulma from her chair as she attempted to move Trunks from his. He just looked at her and laughed. "Come on you big goon move!" Miki screamed as she pulled on his arm.
"Um…would you like me to move?" Trunks asked through his laughter.
"YES!" Miki yelled still pulling on his arm.
"Only if you ask nicely." At this point Miki had let go of Bulma's arm and had both hands on Trunks, pulling with all her might.
"Would you please get up so we can go to the festival?" Miki asked in the sweetest tone she could, knowing she was making a fool of herself. With her words Trunks stood up raising his arm up as he did, this lifted Miki off the floor by almost a foot. She let out a shriek.
"Put me down! You are so mean Trunks!" She scolded. Trunks just looked at her smiling, with one unfaltering movement he swung her into his arms, her arms instinctively went around his neck. Trunks just smiled a sheepish grin. Miki just glared at him jokingly.
She truly enjoyed feeling him, feeling his strength. His arms were so big and his chest so strong that she could not help but to want to say there, forever. She felt safe, warm, happy, and most of all loved. He kissed her gently on the lips. Miki blushed.
"Well then let us go." Trunks stated as he looked at his mother who had made her way to the sink to place the dishes in it. Bulma turned to see the two love birds with a mix of envy and happiness in her eyes.
"You two go on a head, I think I'll just say here." Bulma looked back down into the sink. Her heart was longing, longing for that dark spiky haired man she had only a few moments with over 20 years ago. She had never wanted anyone again, she felt as though no one would ever compare to him. He was far from perfect, yet in her heart he was everything. She saw a part of him that few ever get the chance to see. She knew of two other people who'd seen this side of him, even a glimpse, which would be Goku and her son Trunks. She knew she'd never have a love like Trunks and Miki or even Goku and ChiChi, but she didn't care, she just wanted her lover back. All his faults and dark corners she loved them all.
"Oh no Bulma! You are getting out of this house too." Miki stated as she held on to Trunks's neck. "You need a break as well, plus I think it would be fun. Maybe you'll meet a man." Miki winked at Bulma.
With her words Trunks nearly dropped Miki and Bulma almost fell to the floor. It had never crossed Trunks's mind that his mother might find another man. It wasn't possible.
"Oh no, I'm through with men. Vegeta was enough for me." She smiled knowing Miki was just trying to make her smile. Though her words brought comfort to her son. He didn't like the idea of his mother with another man. He'd seen his Past Mother and his Past Father, they had a strange relationship but he saw their care for one another. "But, yes I'll go to the festival with you two." Bulma smiled. A glint of a plan grew in Miki's mind.
A few moments later the three of them met outside. Bulma threw a capsule to the ground releasing the latest model of their sports car. "Well what do you two think? Nice huh?" Bulma smiled. "It's the VT-4, I just finished it yesterday, and it needs a test drive."
"Wow, what a car Bulma, the blue is beautiful." Miki gazed at the dark blue car. It was a convertible with two front seats and a 3 back seat. It had white chrome detailing, it was sleek and smooth. Appropriate for a Prince.
"Well let's get in." Trunks stated as Bulma jumped into the driver seat, Miki fallowed quickly into the passenger, leaving Trunks with the back seat.
"This seat feels great Bulma, nice and soft, but firm. My butt won't get sore that's for sure." Miki smiled as she looked at the ground slowly getting further away from her.
It only took them 15 minutes to arrive at the festival. It was a sight like no other. It was larger than a city block, there were families walking, hand in hand. No fear on anyone's face. It smelled of pop corn, cotton candy and hotdogs. The three spent the day, eating, walking, shopping and smiling.
It was starting to get late and cold; the festival was coming to an end for the day. Trunks stopped in his tracks with a smile on his face.
"I think I'm going to go grab some pop corn for the road, you two want anything?" He smiled. The two of them just shook their heads, how could he be hungry? They just pigged out on hotdogs and fries for dinner. "Ok then you two stay here I'll be right back." With that he was gone in a flash, a Saiyan and his stomach there is not fighting it.
Bulma sighed as she sat down on a bench nearby. She placed her hand over her heart as her eyes began to water. Miki seeing this rushed over to her.
"Bulma, are you ok? What is wrong?" She'd never seen her like this before; she was happy just moments ago, what had happened.
Bulma sniffed trying to hold back the tears, she was thankful that Trunks was gone for the moment. She hated crying but hated it even more when her son worried. "It's nothing, I'm….I." she stopped there was no need to lie. She trusted Miki, and she knew she could relate, at least better than most anyone else could. "I'm just lonely. That's all." She looked to the ground.
"Awww Bulma, why? What can I do?" Miki questioned as she put a hand on Bulma's knee looking deep into her face.
"There is nothing you can do, he's gone. I don't want someone else." She looked at Miki with tear filled eyes. "I miss him. I see how you and my son are, and I'm so happy that he's found someone, someone that can make him smile just by being near him. I see so much of his father in him. Things only I could see. You know? The way he smiles, his need for food, his eyes, even how I feel when I'm near him." She looked Miki in the eye. "He was a strong, proud man, so much so that he seemed cold. If you had a life like that then you'd be the same way. I never faulted him for his past. The few years I had with him, even before Trunks, were so nice. I felt so safe with him, like I do with my son. I could never tell him that. He lived for the fear in others eyes. I use to fear him, after we came back from Namek I was scared, but just months later I found myself no longer fearing the man, not even pitying him or feeling sorry. I could just see he needed something, and I wanted to give that to him. Our relationship was never perfect we were never really in a relationship, but I could tell he had some sort of feeling for me. The way he'd protect me when Yamcha came over, only I saw it as protection, Yamcha saw it as Vegeta being mean." Bulma paused and laughed to herself. The memory of the two of them fighting was more funny now then it had been all those years ago.
Miki leaned in with a small hug, not sure why she had started laughing. She looked around frantically for Trunks, not sure if seeing his mother like this would be a good or bad thing.
"But, life goes on. Vegeta, his brave proud self, left shortly after I got pregnant with Trunks. I feared I'd never see him again. I'd grown so attached to him and his gruff coldness, that without it I was so sad. I even started to hate him for leaving me." She looked back to the ground. "Miki, please don't tell Trunks any of this." Miki nodded her head. "Vegeta did return to me, and our son, if only for a couple of months. He was even colder and meaner than before. We lost our connection; he acted so cold, even to me, in private. I'd started to give up on him, until one day." Bulma smiled a sweet smile. "I caught him, in Trunks's room. At first I was worried, but I just watched. I knew deep down he'd never harm his son, he loved him. I watched him lift my sleeping son ever so carefully from his crib, holding him gently in his arms. Just looking at him like he was the best most precious thing he'd ever laid eyes on. Mind you this was nothing like Vegeta; he'd never really looked at me with anything but desire. But here he was holding our son, loving him. I remember Trunks woke up in his arms, and he didn't cry he just gurgled and smiled taking his father's finger into his little chubby hand." Bulma smiled a big smile looking off into the sky, trying to relive that moment again.
"At some point Vegeta noticed I was there, I guess. He looked over his shoulder at the door way, I was shocked to tell you the truth. Then he did the most outrageous thing, he smiled at me. I'd never seen a smile like that before. It wasn't evil, cold, or mean. He was really happy. He was proud." Bulma trailed off.
"You do love him, even now." Miki looked up at the sky then back a Bulma. "He must have been a very interesting man. I'd love to meet him one day." Miki smiled. Before she could finish or even before Bulma could protest to the act of meeting a dead man Trunks had returned.
"Ok, ladies let us go" Trunks smiled with a mouth fool of pop corn, an arm full of cotton candy and other funk foods. The two ladies laughed hysterically at the savior of the world.
The clock struck 11pm, Bulma had already gone to bed shortly after returning home, this left Miki and Trunks alone for the night. The two of them rested together on the sofa in the living room. Miki looked up at Trunks who was intently watching the TV. He noticed he was being eyed and glanced back down to the lovely woman beside him.
"What is up Sweetie?" Trunks questioned with a smile.
"Nothing really. I just…" She stopped as she looked deep in his eyes. She couldn't hold back any longer. She shifted her body so she was straddling him, his eyes grew big.
Miki took his face in her hands, as she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Trunks was taken back, he could tell she wanted more than just a simple kiss. He moved his hands to her back as one moved down her pants the other up her shirt. This was working out better than Miki had planned. She wasn't in the mood for too much, just a little make out.
His lips were soft, like she remembered, his hands hard and strong but so gentle. She could feel him growing in pleasure. Miki smirked slightly in between kisses. Her hands made their way into his lavender hair, as her lips parted slightly, getting ready for his Saiyan tongue to enter. He licked her lips, feeling ever single centimeter of them before his tongue found its way into her warm wet mouth.
The hand that had been in her shirt managed to undo her bra, as it found its way to her now bare breast. Miki grounded herself on him, feeling him bulging in his pants. She liked the way it felt, even between layers of clothing. Trunks pulled her off of him for a moment to gaze into her eyes. He could see her desire, her longing. He himself couldn't help it either. He was good at controlling his desire for her, but every night she'd plague his thoughts, his dreams, his being. He never gave in, but the anticipation only grew with every time his pushed out his needs.
He pulled his hand from her shirt and pants. Miki's eyes grew big, was it done already? With one swoop, he had Miki in his arms again, this time he said nothing he just wore a grin. He quickly carried her to his room. Miki muttered something but no real words were formed. As the door to his room pushed open, she shivered. Her plan to just make out might just have exploded in to something more.
Trunks shut the door behind him, as he looked down at her, saying on a few words. "Take it off."Miki was taken back; he was so blunt and forceful. He'd never demanded anything like that before. She looked him in the eye and could see he'd changed, his eyes no longer carried that soft gentle Trunks they now only held the need for her bare flesh on his. He placed her on the floor, as he stepped back. "Do you need help?" He questioned. Miki smiled a devilish grin, she liked this Trunks, and he was dark. He was making her feel powerless, he was in control. Even though he was dark she knew he'd never hurt her, no matter how madden by desire or lost in his own animals instincts he got.
Miki nodded her head, she didn't need his help, but she wanted him to touch her, she wanted to be handled by him. Trunks just smirked a little evil smirk, as he walked up to her; Miki took a step back finding herself up against the wall. Nowhere else to run. His hands found their way to her shoulders as he slide the sleeves and straps from her, he took in a deep breath, smelling her scent he kissed her neck, nibbling slightly. Goosebumps appeared all over her body. Within moments she found herself bare topped. She wasn't sure where her clothes had gone. His lips trailed down her collar bone, to the center of her chest. Both of his hands reached and found their respective breast. Miki breathed deep, her hands stuck at her sides she had no idea where to put them. He lowered himself onto his knees. As his right hand moved slowly down to her pants, once again she found herself bottom less unsure of where they had gone. His mouth found its way down her soft feminine body, to her hips. Kissing and nibbling on them, she jerked and shivered. Her hands now in his hair as his lips found their way lower down. He lifted one leg, resting her foot on his shoulder; this made everything easier to get to. He looked up at her one last time that same evil smirk and his dark eyes just glared at her. Miki smiled.
His tongue found its way between her folds, his fingers trailing the outside of her wet hole. She was begging him to enter her. She moaned as he played in and around her, he found his tongue lapping up her taste, she tasted so good to him. Trunks grunted almost out of frustration as he stood, this took Miki back. Why was he frustrated? Within moments she found herself, standing, alone. Trunks had walked into his bathroom, the door ajar.
She didn't know what to think, why had he stopped? He seemed to have been enjoying himself. She was enjoying him. Why did he stop? She walked to the partially open door, peering in she found his clothes on the floor and the water running, but there was no steam. "Trunks?" Miki called. There was no reply.
She stepped into the bathroom, peaking threw the glass shower door, she saw him, leaning against the wall letting the cold water run down his head, his hand rest around himself. He somehow didn't notice her.
Miki was confused for a moment, she figured out what he was doing, but why? She was willing, why did he stop? With her confusion she knew she was still craving, and she could plainly see he was trying to rid himself of his craving. She slowly pushed open the shower door, this caught his attention. He looked at her with a glare of 'get out'. She jumped back, why was he looking at her this way? She didn't care he wasn't going to keep her from what she wanted. She had animalistic needs too. Miki shook her head; she moved her hands in, turning the water to a warmer temperature, her eyes locked on his. She removed his own hands and replaced it with hers.
"I want this to you know." She said softly as she moved herself into the water. She knelt onto her knees as she placed her mouth on his tip, she sucked on it gently as her hands moved up and down on his shaft, Trunks just looked at her. He gave in; he wasn't going to fight her. She willingly came in, and did what she did. She sucked harder and harder, her hand speeding up each time. Mid suck she slammed her mouth down his hard girth shaft, making Trunks moan. He was so big she couldn't fully surround him with her mouth. Her hands made-up for the lack of space. Her tongue rolled up and down as she continued to suck. She could feel a throbbing in him, and she knew what it was. She pulled away, saliva leaving a string from her lips to his tip. Trunks glared down at her. Why did she stop? Was she paying him back? She stood up, her hands still on him.
"Not yet." She smiled as she kissed his neck, feeling the water run down her body and in between them. She lifted a leg, bracing it on the wall behind him; he instinctively reached and held her knee in place. Miki's lips never moved from his neck. She placed her left hand around his neck to brace herself a little more. Trunks moved his hand to the small of her back. Her right hand still holding him, tightly. She slowly maneuvered herself over him.
Trunks buried his face in her neck, smelling her sweet sensual skin. Miki slowly began to rub herself with the tip of his dick. She let it trace her folds as if to learn them, to ingrain them into his memory. She began to grind down on him, not allowing him to enter. Her folds lay parallel to him, as she moved up and down. They both felt good, they both wanted it. Trunks was already fighting himself, and Miki knew just what she needed. Trunks bit down on to her shoulder, Miki fallowed only seconds later as her nails dug into the back of neck, his hand grasping as if not to loose hold. Miki could feel him as he throbbed, feeling his sweet sticky all over her inner legs and folds. Knowing he was coming only made hers stronger.
Their bodies jerked in unison, as they used each other to hold up their weight. Trunks would now sport a new scar, for Miki could taste blood. She had cum so hard; she lost control and broke his skin. Trunks too, tasted blood. Fear struck his eyes, and he pulled away, only to see Miki smiling, reassuring him, it was ok.