Miki awoke to find herself in a strange bed, and a strange room with a pain on her shoulder. As her eye began to focus she could see white walls, a book shelf resting nicely beside a door a night stand holding a light and an alarm clock, clock read 10:19 am. Miki smiled softly knowing very well where she was, she was in Trunks's room. She rolled over expecting to find a strong warm body to curl up next to, but to her disappointment the bed was empty, there wasn't even reminisce of warmth. She felt sad, this was only the 2nd time she'd slept in the same bed as Trunks and now she found herself alone. As her hand searched the bed for him, even though she knew he was gone, it stumbled upon something on the pillow.

Sitting up, letting the blanket fall from her bare body, she looked at his pillow. There rested a note and on top of which was a box, a jewelry box. Miki's eyes grew big, excitement growing in her. Reaching quickly to the box and note she began to read it.

"My Dearest Miki – Thank you. ~ Trunks" Miki blushed, why did he have to leave a note to tell her thank you? Then dread ran over her body, what if he was leaving. What if something happened? She couldn't imagine where he would go or why, but the fear was setting in. Her shaking hand moved to the box she held in her left, a small tear began to roll down her cheek. Slowly she opened the lid, revealing a circular gold pendant with 3 small green gems and one larger gem resting sweetly in a crescent shape. She knew just where it came from; this was the very same necklace she had ogled only a day before at the festival. Trunks must have gotten it when he picked up his last snacks for the road. Miki's tear filled eyes lightened as a small smile grew on her lips.

Without hesitation Miki adorned her neck with this lovely piece of jewelry, noticing her new soon to be scar. Sliding out of his bed she looked franticly for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be seen. Only thing she could possibly consider her clothing was a small pile of cloth pieces on the floor. She had no choose but to grab Trunks's robe. She'd never seen him wear it plus he couldn't very well be upset with her, unless he wanted her naked running through his house where anyone could see her.

Slipping out his door she made a quick dash for the stairs, luckily she didn't live in the employee housing but in the guest bedroom a floor below where she was. As she darted down she was lucky to not have run into any of the house crew.

Trunks was outside, dressed in blue sweat pants and a lighter blue t-shirt, no tank top today, the passion play was still to fresh on his shoulder, his mind on one thing, training. It was a crisp morning a great time to help test his resolve and to change up his training. He could feel Miki's Ki; she had awoken and was on the move. Only at that moment did Trunks realized she had no clothes, he blushed at the thought. He found it more funny than sexy at her running around the house in the nude. He shook his head to get the thoughts from his mind, as he began his training; kicking and punching the air.

Miki had managed to make it back to her room, unseen. "You jerk Trunks!" Miki scolded. As she spoke his name she again began to wonder what the mysteries letter was about and why he hadn't woke her? Walking briskly to her wardrobe Miki pulled out a dress, it was tan with a brown strip print on it, it wasn't sexy but it was nice. She admired herself in the mirror, her shoulders bare for the lack of sleeves, she quickly grabbed a white cardigan to cover herself. She brushed her hair, leaving it down and parted on the left side; still wearing the necklace she found earlier that morning.

Miki stepped out onto her balcony to get some fresh fall air, and much to her surprise she heard a familiar voice or more so sound coming from the ground below her. It was Trunks. This put her heart at ease, he didn't leave, and he wasn't gone like she deeply feared.

Trunks had heard her balcony door shut but kept to his training knowing all too well that she was more than likely watching him. She had never really seen him train; he was always in the gravity room, where she in her weak human form could not with stand. He could feel her eyes gazing down on him as a smile grew on his face. As he finished up his 1000th kick he stopped, lowering his leg and standing facing the newly risen sun. His arms bent at the elbows still clinching his fists. He slowly rose himself off the ground and began to fly over to Miki's balcony.

"Good morning." Miki smiled as she saw him floating her way.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Trunks' questioned a small grin on his face.

"I did, but I would have slept better if you had stayed with me." She blushed a bit with a sheepish grin. Trunks laughed.

"Well, I got up super early, I was hungry, and I figured you looked so peaceful that I'd just let you sleep." He flew a little closer, now the only thing parting the two was the balcony wall.

"Aww aren't you so sweet?" Miki laughed as she reached out to hug him.

"So do you like it?" Trunks questioned hoping he knew the answer, his arms still around the young woman's small waist taking in her sweet natural smell.

"Yes, yes I do Trunks. Thank you." Miki smiled as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Well I think I'll get back to my training. I'll see you at dinner ok?" Trunks let go of the woman he was growing to love even more everyday as he waved floating back down to the grass to resume his work out.

Miki watched his form as he lowered himself ot the ground to begin his one finger pushups. She loved the way he looked, his hair was getting longer and she'd never seen him like that. It gave him a bad ass kind of appearance. She leaned on the railing for a few moments watching the Young Saiyan Prince flex his muscles. She remained there until her stomach alerted her that she needed some food. Miki strolled down to the kitchen to find Bulma sitting there just looked off into space.

"Hey Bulma good morning." Miki smiled as she opened the fridge. Looking over her shoulder to see Bulma. Yet, Bulma did not notice Miki's presence. "Earth to Bulma? BULMA!" Miki shouted.

Shaking her head, Bulma turned surprised to see Miki there. "Oh hello Dear." She smiled. "Sorry I was just coming up with a new invention letting it play out in my head." She nodded to reassure herself of this.

"Sure you were." Miki winked, pulling some milk from the fridge. Miki walked over to the cabinet and pulled out the cereal a spoon and a bowl, sitting down across from Bulma.

Bulma looked at the young girl, with an uncontrollable urge to ask her something, something she really didn't want to know, seeing how she was a mother. "Miki, please forgive this question, but…" She looked a Miki who just stared blankly back at her. Miki nodded in accordance. What question would be so bad to need to be forgiven?

"Have you been with my son? Have you had sex?" Bulma asked shyly as she blushed. Miki who had just taken the first bite of her breakfast began to choke. "Well?" She looked at her demandingly.

In between coughs Miki answered, feeling very ashamed and embarrassed. "No…" Coughing one last time, "No, we haven't done that yet." She knew that this was the wrong wording; she should have just left it at no. Now Bulma was aware there was something else they had done, be it only 2 times.

"Ahh, what a relief. There are things about these Saiyan men you should know before you get involved with that stuff." She smiled looking off into the ceiling.

"Oh what would those be?" Miki wasn't sure why she was continuing with the conversation but she couldn't help it.

"Birth control doesn't work with these men. Our human stuff isn't strong enough I guess. That's how I ended up with Trunks." Bulma smiled, "and I wouldn't change a thing. Oh and don't expect them to cuddle."

Miki nodded not sure how to response. Opening her mouth to speak, to say something anything, she was interrupted.

"I remember that night with Vegeta, man he was a jerk." She looked at Miki who was just shocked. "He was so cold we never had a real love, we only had passion. I thick hot passion unlike any other." Miki's eyes darted from wall to wall seeking anyone who could get her out of this. She didn't want to have the "Saiyan Sex Talk", how much different could it have been from being with a human man?

That was when I noticed finally that I was attracted to Vegeta, attracted to more than his looks. But I was also aware that I would never really have a proper relationship with this Saiyan Prince, nor a ring on my finger or guaranteed love. Our relationship was physical. I wasn't sure how long it would last, when or where I'd be able to hold him again. I had no choice but to leave it up to him. I knew that Vegeta had some kind of feelings for me; after all, he had never opened up to anyone like he did with me. Every time he threatened my life, I was never scared, I knew deep down he'd never touch me like that. When we were alone, no one else around, I could tell I had an effect on him, he was always a little more calm around me, his cold aloof side would disappear just a little." Bulma looked up at the ceiling recalling that night, so sharp and vivid in her memory.

Bulma had gotten into the shower that day, at that time the house had a different layout, the public guest bathroom had the washer and dryer in it, and she was grimy from work. It was just more convenient to shower in the guest bathroom. To her surprise Vegeta showed up. He got into the shower and just looked at her. Not with surprise but with, a look she'd never witnessed before, a look of pure needing. He was begging with his eyes for her to not leave or yell at him. Vegeta grabbed her waist and pulled Bulma towards him, her lips meeting his in a desperate kiss that was full of longing and need. It was like he needed verification that she was his. That he wasn't alone.

Miki could see that Bulma was lost in her own mind, and took that as a clue to leave. Maybe she wouldn't notice. Miki wasn't sure what Bulma had to say, and at this point she didn't want to. Bulma still lost in thought never noticed Miki leave. Her mind went wild with the memory.

Vegeta laid Bulma down on the floor, ever so gentle, his hands moving to her breasts, roaming as his tongue wiggled into her mouth. Bulma pushed Vegeta off her, moving myself on top of him. He looked at her bewildered, and she couldn't help but give him a cheeky grin. It was her turn to be the leader, and although she knew he wouldn't like it. She did it anyways, testing the limits of his passion, his trust in her. She leaned down to kiss him as she pushing hair to one side of her neck. Vegeta's hand went to the other side, holding her head to his as he kissed Bulma so deeply, feeling his body grow hotter. Their bodies felt incredible to each other. His other hand roamed her back. Vegeta pulled away for a moment just to smirk at her, letting her know that he was still in charge, he was just merely letting her feel like she had power. Vegeta was right where she wanted him. She slowly lifted herself up as the panic was visible in his dark eyes, his hands flew to her waist and she could feel him trying to push her back down. She simply looked at him, trying to tell him, without words. that it was alright. Vegeta's hold loosened, and she continued. She had reached down to find him, which to her delight was awake and saying hello. She lowers herself down onto him, letting out a gasp of pleasure as she did. Pushing down until he was completely inside, before lowering down and giving him another kiss. She took Vegeta's hands into her own and led them to her chest, hoping that he would do what she wanted him to do. He got the idea and began to knead softly, making her moan. Gently, she raised herself up and then back down, making sure to keep in a rhythm. Now, it was Vegeta's turn to let out a cry of pleasure, one of his hands left her chest and travelled to her hip, keeping a firm hold before the other one followed and continued to move up and down, their breathing became heavier. His hands on her hips were helping to lift her and pushing her back down, his grip tight and powerful but not painful. She looked down at Vegeta's dark eyes, as he looked back at hers, his dark eyes full of lust and something else. Vegeta rolled both of them to the side, before moving her underneath him. Vegeta had managed to stay inside her throughout the entire move. He thrust himself into her again, his body beginning to quiver. His eyes remained on hers as he continued, slowly making each thrust harder and faster, making her cling to his wet back with her fingernails. Then it was all over for the both of them with one loud yell emitting from the two, he lay down on top of her, laying his head in the crook of her neck as their bodies convulsed together from their intense climax. Bulma could feel his breath slowly return to normal, as she desperately wished that he would stay with her. But as always, Vegeta had his cold moments. He quickly moved off and out of her, as if nothing had happened, before standing up under the water, washing himself not once glancing at Bulma on the floor.

Throughout the story Bulma never once looked at Miki, who was not there. Bulma finally took her eyes off the ceiling, turning to find Miki gone. Bulma blushed.