Miki awoke bright and early. She slept so well knowing she and Trunks were better, she had her Prince back. The sun hadn't even rose when she slipped her feet to the floor, the cold fall air fresh on her from her open window. "Burrr! Kami I hate the cold!" Sitting on her bed, she pondered what she should do so early in the morning. If she were like Trunks she could train and workout, but she wasn't into that kind of thing. She listened closely to the emptiness no one else was up, Trunks was even still asleep.

Miki began to think of their trip. There must be something she could help do. Bulma was working like a bee and now she was sure Trunks would, knowing the plan. There had to be something she could do. She found herself walking down the stairs, not really sure why just following her gut, something was telling her to go. Her night gown short and skimpy left little to the imagination, her cold erect nipples shown through with the ivory silk clinging to her body.

She found herself at the basement; she'd never gone in there. It reminded her to much of the tunnels she once lived in, a place she'd never wished to go again. Slowly she opened the door as a motion light flickered on. The light showed the small but ample basement, stacked high with boxes, old boxes. Curiosity got the better of her, she had to look.

Trunks growled as his heightened hearing woke him. There was a sound, not one he'd heard in years. It was coming from the very bottom of Capsule Corp. Who and what was it? Robbers? Thieves? Androids? Even with the knowledge that he had killed the Androids and Cell they haunted him even still. Trunk quickly stood up, not even bothering to put on clothes, nude he raced down the stairs. His fear was getting the better of him, not for his life but for hers. He had promised to never let anything bad happen to her again, and he wasn't about to go back on the promise, ever.

The basement door was open, all Trunks could see were boxes, open boxes with stuff everywhere. It was robbers! Unknown to him Miki was there. Miki who was digging into a large box didn't notice the New Prince of Saiyans' presence.

"Who's in here!?" Trunks yelled with a kai blast in his hand.

With his words Miki popped her head out of the box. "HEY Trunks!" Miki smiled. "I don't think you'll be needing that." Miki pointed at his blast.

Trunks dropped his arm; it was Miki, a very cold Miki. "Um…I thought you…were a robber or something…" Trunks blushed he nearly blazed his love. "I'm sorry." His eyes couldn't focus on anything but her chest. Miki walked from around the box. The dress still clinging to her, nipples peeking through her night dress.

"It's ok Trunks." Miki nodded, "besides, I think…um…next time you should wear some pants. I mean I don't mind but…the robbers might." Blushing, headed up the stairs to kiss him.

Only then did he notice he was indeed without pants, he was embarrassed. What if it hadn't been Miki that would have been awful? Miki's lips pressed to his soft lips, she shivered with the cold, her nipples rubbing his chest as she raised herself up to kiss him. Trunks swallowed hard.

Here she was again, making the animal in him come out. The night before he was left longing, he was always longing when she was around.

Trunks wrapped his strong scared arms around the small frame of the brown haired girl. "What are you doing down here?" He asked trying to warm her.

Miki's arms rested on the sapphire eye boy's chest, trying to take in all the warmth she could. "I don't know I was looking for something, anything I guess. I figured your father would like some of his old stuff when he gets back. I know I would." Miki smiled as she rested her head on his firm chest. Blushing a bit as she felt 'him'.

"Oh…what a great idea." He spoke with tension, there she was the perfect body he wanted so badly to enter, resting in his arms, it was taking everything in him to not throw her to the floor and penetrate her. Trunks let her go, turning he began to leave.

"Wow. Wait where are you going? I'm still cold!" Miki yelled jokingly, even though she was still very cold. She wrapped her arms around his strong defined abs.

"I think it's best for me to go right now…I'm…I am. Miki it's hard to fight what you do to me!" Trunks yelled clinching his fist.

"Then give into it." Miki let go of him. Maybe this was it; maybe finally she'd get what her body longed for from the very first night. She slipped her night gown off her shoulders, it caught on her nipples as she walked back down the stairs backwards, wiggling her finger for him to follow. The purple hair man did as she commanded.

Their lips locked, it took only seconds for the night gown to be ripped from her body. His hands grasping, grasping for their desired holds. Playing with her right nipple Miki moaned throwing her head back to show her neck. Trunks did not hesitate to kiss it. Miki rested her hands on his shoulders, glancing only slightly at his scar with a smirk. His left hand found its way down her body resting only for a moment on her butt. Just enough time to thrust her pelvis to his. Miki gasp with surprise. Here he was once again taking control of their animal passion. She liked it. His hand continued between the two of them, finding its way to her folds. He'd become an expert on them it seemed. His fingers slide in causing Miki to scream. If he was anything like his fingers she'd have a tough time.

Miki's arms still wrapped around his shoulders pulled her top closer, forcing Trunks to move his hand. She kissed his cheek and down his jaw up to his ear. Tugging gently on it with her teeth she begged. "Please." She whispered softly "Please." She said again.

Trunks pulled away for only a moment, he removed his hands from her perfect form and looked at her, his face blank. His eyes grew dark. The next moment she found herself on the floor the cold hard floor, Trunks hovering over her. "Say it again." He demanded. His eyes dark and full of lust. "Say…It…Again!" he demanded again force in his voice.

"Please…please" Miki trailed off, that was all he needed. He lowered himself onto her rubbing the folds with his tip. His right hand on his member and the left holding himself off Miki he smirked an evil smirk, as he plunged himself into her. Miki cried out in pain, tears wailing up in her eyes. He had force it all in. He was hard and hot. Trunks moaned a way he had never done before. This was the first time he'd filled her the first time he ever felt her, or any woman for that matter.

Miki's hands held on to the back of his arms for dear life as he filled her hole with everything he had, again and again. Pulling out then slamming back in. It hurt but she loved the pain, because it was him. She didn't enjoy being hurting but the pain soon faded as the pheromones of passion filled the air.

"So fucking tight!" Trunks moaned the only words he could. He kept inside, rubbing up and down getting to know her ever ripple and side. Miki wet with their sweat, wrapped her legs around his waist. They had become one; they had done what they both had wanted, finally. She pulled his face close to hers as he thrust again, kissing him softly on his lips; his eyes flickered softness for a moment then quickly back to their darkness with another thrust inside of her. Miki couldn't handle it any longer, she was ready to release, she moaned as she arched her back nails clawing at the back of his arms. With one last thrust Trunks did the same grunting like an animal. He released himself inside of her. Once she was full of his love, he collapsed on top of her still inside, both breathing heavily. They lay there in a hip for a while catching their breath and their bodies.

Miki hand satisfied a Saiyan and he had satisfied her.