It had been 3 days since Miki started avoiding Trunks, because of him Saiyan mood swing. Bulma had sent Trunks to gather materials for their space ship, which they may not even require now. Miki had had no desire to see Trunks yet Trunks had every desire to see Miki. He wanted to apologize, to say he was sorry for his actions and to explain to her why they had happened. Even though Capsule Corp was a large building it was still quite hard to avoid another living creature in the building, especially when they lived in the same area, the communal kitchen, living room, hall way, even the outside.
Yet, despite the trouble, Miki was successful in her abilities to avoid him; at least she thought she was. After Miki had cried to Bulma days earlier Bulma knew it was not her place to butt in. She had to let these two children work it out, so she took at back seat. She was there to listen or to give a bit of advice, but in no way to fix their problem, even though she desperately wished too. She let Miki cry on her should then quickly told her to speak with Trunks, to Miki's much dislike. The last person she wanted to see or talk to was the man who had hurt her so bad. Bulma's next move was to inform Trunks that he had to handle this on his own, he needed to be a man and confront this poor girl. He was not thrilled by this, he was worried, and he never had to explain himself before, at least not like this. Though he had made up his mind that once he got Miki alone he'd talk to. Yet, he was never successful in this, for he hadn't seen her for the last 3 days.
While Bulma was trying to stay out of the middle, she found solitude and enjoyment out of the creation of the new space ship. She fallowed the plans she originally had for Goku's ship to Namek, with a bit more living space and less gravity room, which she was still including, it, was a staple for these Saiyans. Bulma's plan was to create the ship, first and for most, then to update the Dragon Ball radar, and if possible create a Namekian tracking device.
Miki sat on her bed in her room eating her cereal, which she had quickly made in order to not come into contract with Trunks. Often she would watch him from her bed, looking out the window as he did his morning warm ups. Even though she was unhappy with him, she still wanted to be with him. Her heart had begun to hurt like nothing before, a deep longing. Miki's eyes darted to her window, she had heard Trunks outside. He was fully clothed, at least for the moment, Miki knew he'd soon strip off the layers as his warm up got more lively.
Trunks, feeling eyes upon him, again, turned to glance up at her window. He knew every well she was watching him, that's why he had begun doing his warm ups outside. He liked how she watched him, even though she was mad at him, he still liked it. He waved at the 'empty' window. Miki blushed as she darted under her covers, as though he had seen her. Which was impossible, even for a Saiyan. The angle of the wall and the window allowed for observation to the below but not from the bottom up.
Miki looked down at herself; she hadn't done anything in 3 days, except shower and put on more pajamas. She looked a mess, and something changed, she no longer wanted to hide from Trunks, she wanted him to beg for forgiveness. What better way than to dress real nice, and pretend to have something better to do than to hide in her room. This way she could once again see Trunks without feeling helpless. Besides, she hadn't helped Bulma one bit with the trip. This was her idea, and it was about time that she did something, with or without Trunks, she was going to go to Namek.
She stood, as she removed her clothes, it was shower time, stopping only to take one last long look out her window at the well built man she was desperately attracted too. Turning and walking into her bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was pleased with her body, her shape, as her eyes traveled her body they landed upon her scar. The scab had started to fall off leaving a fresh white scar on her peach body. She ran her fingers across it; there was a little raise in the skin but nothing too bad, she smiled. She wanted another chance to scar him like that, to leave her mark and to be marked again.
Trunks started his 3rd set of 10,000 sit ups, as he raised up he stopped, noticing that Miki was no longer watching him, she had stopped around the 100th count of the first set. He turned to look up at her window. Letting his head run wild, he wanted to stop and confront her right then, while the other part of him told him to wait it out a little longer. The way he saw it was, he could stop his training to either A) get into a fight or B) to be forgiven and not be able to complete his training for the day. The other outcome would consist of him finishing his training and seeing her later that night, when they could have some alone time. Trunks felt the latter the best choice and the most convenient. As he came to this decision he started his count again.
By this time Miki had finished with her grooming. She was ready to make him want her, to make him confess his mistake and beg for her to forgive him. Her hair was down and parted to the right, her eyes were all done up with thick black eyeliner, her lips red like cherries. She wore a sheer egg-shell lace top with a white camisole under it. Skin tight jeans and ruby red flats to ascent her lips. Miki smiled a brilliant smile as she made her way to Bulma's laboratory, taking the long root that took her through the outside, right near Trunks.
As she made her way through the ground floor door, she could see his perfect back coming into sight, his shape; his form was like heaven to her. Miki's scent wafted through the air, carrying itself to Trunks, who at this point was half naked and sweaty. He stopped mid motion as he slowly turned around; Miki did her best to not look at him or smile. She just kept walking, watching through the corner of her eye. Trunks who was dumbfounded at this moment couldn't form words, he couldn't figure out why she was dressed up, why she hadn't said hello, or even where she was going. He wasn't sure what to say at this point. As Miki turned the corner, she smiled a great smile, it had worked, and he had seen her. He had watched her in astonishment, letting him believe that she had ignored him.
Miki found her way into Bulma's lab, finding Bulma deep in her work not even noticing Miki's entrance, except for the burst of light into the dimly light room.
"AHHH! LIGHT!" Bulma screamed, as she buried her face into her hands. Miki couldn't help but to laugh.
"I'm sorry Bulma I guess I should have knocked huh?" Miki smiled, her figure still dark to the light peering in, Bulma's eyes trying to focuses on this new light.
"Miki? What brings you down here? You feeling better?" Bulma glanced up, her eyes still hurting from the shock. It was almost as if Tein had done his solar flare.
"Yes, I do believe I am." Miki nodded recalling the moments before as she passed Trunks with his jaw on the floor.
"Oh good, so you and Trunks have finally talked?" Bulma stated, with more of a question than fact.
"Nope, I haven't said a word to him, nor has he made any effort in talking to me." Miki turned her head up in the air, as though she didn't care. "I just wanted to stop by to see if there is anything you need me to do or get for the trip?" Miki smiled at the poor woman whose eyes had finally managed to make since of the light and figure.
"Well, I don't think so right now, besides we don't even know if Trunks is going." Bulma was cut off by an abrupt comment.
"I don't care if he goes. I'm going, this was my idea, and I want to do this. He would have only been there for his brute force any ways." Miki once again turned her head up.
"Oh, is that so? Well then, I guess my work here won't go to a waste." Bulma winked knowing Miki was just bluffing about Trunks, but knowing full and well that she'd go to Namek. "Well, the only thing I could think of is…" Bulma blushed, "I have nothing nice for Vegeta." Her eyes darting to the floor, almost ashamed she didn't have anything sexy for her lover, even though it had been nearly 24 years since she had last seen him, much less been with any man.
"Ok, I can get you something like that I guess. I'll make you look good!" Miki winked. She wasn't really interested in getting sexy things for Bulma, which was just weird. But she wanted to help. "Um is there nothing else I could do instead?" Miki placed her hand on the back of her head.
"We will need at least 1 year worth of food for 3 people. The kind that won't parish."
"WHAT! 1 years worth of food? How long do you think this will take? And who are the other 2 people?" Miki looked confused.
"Yes, 1 year. We have no idea how long it will take to get there, it may be further than we expect, and right now my plans show that 6 months will be enough but you never know what will happen. The other 2 people are Trunks. You have to have extra for a growing Saiyan boy." Bulma smiled.
"Oh who said he's going? Maybe I don't want him there." Miki yelled.
"Well, just in case by the time comes you've changed your mind, we'll be prepared." Bulma already knew Miki still wanted Trunks there, there was no hiding it. "So, take this, and go get some food. Ok?" Bulma handed Miki her credit card.
"Yes ma'am." Miki turned on her heel as she started out the door. Bulma was already deep into her work once again. Nodding Miki walked out. Realizing she'd bump back into Trunks if she went the long way again. Miki turned the corner hoping to find Trunks still training, but to her disappointment he was gone. "He must have gone to the gravity room. That jerk!"
Miki made her way to the capsules that housed the cars, all were gone but one. Pushing down and throwing with a pow, the small 2 seater crap car was before her. She hated this car. She wanted to drive the VT again. That was a nice car. At times like these she realized how much she wished she could fly. It would make everything much easier, though the weight of groceries did not play into her equation for flight. Miki wasn't physically strong, but she was brave, stubborn, loving, kind, free spirited and happy. Her lack of physical or mental strengths were made up by far by street smart and logical abilities. Miki had not choice but to take the crap car, jumping in she was gone, gone off shopping.
Trunks was in fact in the gravity room, his mind nowhere near training, even though he fought so desperately to push that sexy woman from his mind. The gravity was at 150, and his body had no problem handling that. Trunks moved his hand to his new scar. Her teeth had bitten him, breaking his sink, causing blood to run. No one, other than an enemy ever caused him to bleed. Even when he trained with Gohan all those years ago did he once bleed? No. When he trained with his father, he never bleed either. He wanted her again; he wanted to feel her hot breath on him. He needed that. She was his craving; it would not subside until he gave in. At that moment his stomach yelled at him begging for food.
Finding himself in the kitchen, preparing his own meal for the 100th time in the past 3 days, he was at a loss for a good meal. His mother had been working in her lab and Miki was not speaking to him, he was left to fend for himself. His culinary skills where quite lacking. Even though there was plenty of food in the kitchen he had no idea how to prepare any of it.
"Man, I hate this. I'm tired of noodles. I really need to learn how to cook." Trunks closed the fridge upset that he was so lacking in these abilities. He grabbed 7 packs of noodles throwing them into one large pot of water; he placed them on the stove. "This really sucks."
As his water began to boil he noticed a noise coming from outside, glancing out he found himself staring at Miki, who at this time had about 12,000 lbs of food in the small little car strapped in with rope and tarps. He couldn't help but to laugh, he knew she was hating it he also knew there was no way she was getting that into the house all by herself, it must have taken at least 6 other people to help her carry it out and strap it in. At her sight he couldn't help but to think that finally there was someone who could cook something up for him.
Miki jumped out of the car, taking a deep breath. She had her work cut out for her. Maybe she should have gotten the Capsule food storage box ((the box that the food would go into, that would then be put into a capsule)) before she left to go shopping, that way she could at least have save some room.
"Man, that's a lot of food. Bulma better be happy. I think I got everything we'll need." Miki sighed as she walked around the car, not sure where to begin, she feared removing one strap, which would cause the whole thing to fall down. It slowly dawned on her that she wasn't even sure where Bulma wanted the food. "I guess I'll just go grab some extra capsules and just stuff them away in the kitchen or her lab I have no idea. Oh well." She turned to face the door finding her staring at Trunks who had been watching her from inside. She wasn't sure what to do; she hadn't expected him to be there. She had to keep her head on; she had to keep a straight face. She took a big breath, and began to saunter in. Trunks had moved out of the way of the door making room for the lovely woman before him.
"Would you like some help?" Trunks smiled hoping she'd smile back at him, or at least say something.
Miki didn't look at him; she just kept walking as she spoke in passing. "Bring them in." She waved him on as though it was of no importance. All the while his noodles were boiling over. Miki disappeared in the house only to return 5 minutes later with the spare capsules. To her astonishment all the groceries were inside stacked nicely on the floor. Trunks waiting for her approval, though she gave him none. Miki opened the spare capsules, letting all 12 of them burst open on the floor around her and Trunks. Still paying no mind to Trunks she began to pack them away.
Trunks was hurt by her disinterest in him, he really was. He couldn't blame her however; he had been so mean and cold to her for no apparent reason. He knew the moon was no excuse it was just a factor. He watched her as she collected items and arranged them neat and tight into the boxes. Miki gradually got one filled, labeling it, "Month 1". She felt the best way to save time and space on the trip is to go ahead and have each month's food rations labeled and ready. This would insure they did not run out of food. Miki's eyes caught Trunks's as he watched her, she blushed. Even now he had an effect on her, she was so happy to be near him, even though she was giving him the cold shoulder, which pained her. Her eyes darting back to the floor.
"Hand me that." Miki requested pointing to a box of noodles on the far end of the table. Trunks did not hesitate, he quickly grabbed for the box, as he handed it off to Miki their hands grazed, and sending shivers up both of their spines. Miki pulled away trying not to give into her temptation, but with no luck. Trunks had grabbed her wrist. He gently pulled her to him, looking deep into her eyes. Miki's face full of shock. "What was he doing, he hasn't said sorry or anything and now he's expecting something?" Miki thought to herself.
"Miki." Trunks softly spoke, Miki's eyes darting away from his to the floor.
"Trunks I have a lot to do here." Miki tried to pull away from the strong man that held her.
"Miki, look at me." Trunks demanded his tone deeper and darker. Miki's eyes gazed back up at him, his blue gems watched her, and they penetrated deep inside of her. "Miki, I'm sorry." He let go of her wrist, realizing that this was not the best manner to apologize. Miki pulled her hand to her chest. "Miki I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I said. I didn't mean it. I wasn't myself." Trunks took a deep breath.
"There are something's still, which you do not know about me, about my father's people." Trunks almost looked ashamed, Miki couldn't figure out if it was due to a lack of not telling her or if he was a shamed of what he was about to tell her. "Saiyan's, a warrior race, evolved ways to increase their power and shape, these changes were not permanent but they were powerful. Useful to say the least. We Saiyan's evolved a tail, much like an Earth monkey's…" He hated using that phrase he knew it was a derogatory term to a Saiyan, especially his father. "These tails allow one to transform, into a bigger stronger, mindless monster, this transformation only takes place during a full moon. I was born with this tail, because of that; my mother had my tail removed at birth. So I may never change into mindless beast." Miki's eyes shook; she wasn't sure what he was telling her. She believed him, she just wasn't sure how to take the news. "The full moon however still affects me in adverse ways. You see that night, it was a full moon. I didn't realize this and I gazed upon the night sky only to catch a glimpse of the moon. Once my eyes touch it, there is no going back. Even if it just for a seconded the damage is done. I changed. My body and strength may not change but my mind does. I get agitated, overly irritable, and downright mean. My mother has witnessed this throughout my life, so she knows. Yet, you. You so innocent of my darkness knew nothing of it. I treated you so poorly, I cannot say sorry enough to make up for making you cry. I am truly sorry though. Miki." His eyes still fixed upon Miki's, Miki's eyes not just looking back at him, but watching his soul. "Can you forgive me?" He questioned.
Miki took a step back, not sure what to say. "If you are sorry why didn't you say it before, that next morning?" Miki looked at him madly. She had a point.
"I…I wanted too Miki. I really did. I just didn't know what to say to you. Besides you were avoiding me. It wouldn't be right to hunt you down when you didn't want to be hunted or found. Right?" Trunks looked at her puzzled for a moment.
"Yes.. !" Miki yelled. "If you were sorry you should have gone out of your way to say so." She turned with hhmph, tripping over one of the capsule boxes. In slow motion she could see herself falling, and a large strong arm reaching out around her, saving her.
"Are you ok?" Trunks questioned, Miki tight to his chest now. He could smell her body, the way their scents intertwined was like pure extacy to him.
Miki rested her head upon his chest, his strong right arm wrapped around her, holding her tight. A small tear ran down her face. She felt safe now. She wasn't scared of her fall, it would have hurt but she would have been ok. She was scared deep down of losing him. She'd never felt so safe, like she did now, away from his arms, having lived in a world of constant fear of death, being able to find safety in something was quite a pleasant experience. It was even nicer to know he'd go to the ends of the Earth to save her and not only that, but he had the ability too.
In their moment of peace, there was a smell that over powered the both of them, only then did it occur to Trunks that he had food on the stove. The water had boiled away leaving only dry noodles to burn to the pot. Miki with her infinite contentment offered to cook him up a real meal. Trunks had no intentions of passing that offer up.
The clock struck 10pm, Bulma still remained in her lab with dinner getting cold on the table beside her, Trunks and Miki found themselves on the floor in the living room watching the TV. Miki hated not being near him, and she intended to make up for it.
Miki laid on Trunks's left shoulder, his arm around her keeping her shoulders warm. Miki found herself staring up at the lavender haired man with a deep passion. Trunks looked back down at her.
"What is it?" He smiled his sweet smile.
"Nothing." Miki said as she rolled on top of him. Trunks was not expecting this, not in the least. Miki leaned down to begin caressing his lips with hers. His lips were rough, almost dry, and hard in the right kind of way. His kiss was strong, forceful, demanding. He'd never kissed her like this before and neither she nor he minded. Trunks found himself getting teased and tortured right there on the floor. Miki's hands found themselves all over his body, and Trunks was not going to abject. His body was not putting up much of a fight to her lavish handling. Miki then stood, looking at him with a becoming eye. Trunks found himself entranced, he followed her every step, her every move, just to end up at her bedroom door. Miki slowly opened the door, giving an evil smile. Kissing Trunks one last time before she spoke.
"Good night Trunks." Miki winked as she blew a kiss at him, shutting the door in her wake. Trunks dumbfounded stood there not sure what had just happened. One moment he was being massaged in all the right places just to find himself alone at a closed door. He couldn't help but to smile out of his frustration.
"What! What am I to do now Miki?" He called out to her.
Hiding her giggles Miki replied. "Take a cold shower, and I'll see you in the morning."
"That's just mean!" Trunks laughed. Even though he was left hanging, he didn't mind. He had been so cold to her, and a little evil pay back wasn't so bad, besides he's a Saiyan he doesn't need this, he just wanted it. "Goodnight Miki, and just you wait." He said as he turned from the closed door to head up to his own room.
Finding himself still erect he felt it was necessary to engage in a nice shower. Stepping into the warm water, he once again leaned upon the wall resting his forehead on his left wrist as he slowly slid his right hand down his muscular chest to his nipple making it bud instantly as sigh escaped his lips. His other hand slowly fell down his abs to his muscular body. He found himself still standing ready for a fight. He slowly ran his thumb down the staff and over the slit with slight pressure. He moaned at his own touch. His mind replacing his own hand with that of the brown haired girl who had played him earlier that night. He started to pump gradually getting to a faster pace with every stroke. Whimpering and groaning as he moved up and down himself. He felt his muscles tighten. Then, there with his eyes tightly shut the image of the girl before him, he released it all, his hand getting covered in his own sin. It had been a while, yet nothing would ever compare to her actual movements. As warm water washed the evidence down the drain to allow him to rest. Opening his eyes he sighed.