Miki had just gotten out of the shower when she heard the knock on her door. "Who is it?" She called with a smile, her body still weak from the morning's events.

"Trunks." He said softly, he was almost embarrassed to be knocking on her door; to look upon her again brought him fear for some reason, a fear like no other. Would she see him differently, would she feel ashamed? He didn't feel ashamed and proud wasn't it either, he felt good and content about it, he longed for it again and still. Yet he was embarrassed.

"Come in Trunks" she said with a giggle remembering the morning and the way he felt in her. The door opened slowly, as his strong figure merged its way in. He glanced at her, blushed then looked at the ground as though something of great interest were there. Miki was wrapped in her towel, her hair wet and down, he could smell her sweet wet scent waft through the room. He shifted. "What's up?" Miki asked as she felt a little embarrassed by his reaction.

"Um…Mom wants us to meet up and talk about the trip." He once again softly spoke to her as he would speak to an injured bird on the ground whilst trying to save it. "I'll meet you in the study, ok?" Trunks turned to leave.

"Oh no wait right there mister!" Miki scolded racing over to grasp his arm before he shut the door. "I don't think so! I believe we have something to talk about." She demanded. Trunks was scared what was it they had to talk about? When he left her before she was fine now what had changed?

"We do?" He asked with confounded. His eyes still focused on the ground unwilling to look at her for fear of what might happen, again.

"We do!" Miki scoffed as she leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "Besides you need to look at me." Her voice mellow but bold.

Trunks's eyes shifted up to look her in her own green gems. "I…I'm not sure what there is to…" he trailed off hoping Miki would get to the point.

"Well, I know what to say. " She demanded. "You pleasure me and then just walk in here like nothing happened, oh I don't think so. I deserve something more."

Trunks looked at her, his eyes shaking, what was it she needed? Was he to touch her every time he saw her? "More?" he questioned fearful of the answer.

"Yes more!" she sighed. "I deserve at least a hug when you see me and a kiss would be nice." She smiled; she still wanted any excuse to feel him to touch him. "And I never told you why I cried this morning, not really. I need you to know…those tears you saw; well yes you did cause them." Trunks shuttered to know he had caused them. "But not for a bad reason. You are just…I wasn't expecting…well frankly you are big and I had no idea a Saiyan would be so, strong. Yeah that is a good word. Don't get me wrong, it hurt, it hurt like hell. But all of it was worth it and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. So don't let that stop you ok?" As she finished her speech she nestled into him trying to show she was ok and wanted him still, her body hadn't gotten enough of him, and probably never would.

"I had no idea Miki, I didn't think about my strength. I'm so sorry. I just acted, on my gut on my…my lust." His eyes once again downturned. Miki's hand reached up and rested on his cheek.

"Don't be sorry, there is nothing to be sorry about. I wanted too you know, if you remember I had to beg you to do it. Her body recalling his forceful entry, her knees gave out for a moment, it didn't matter though Trunks was there holding her up. The purple haired man leaned down to kiss is princess one sweet passion kiss. Pulling away Miki smiled a genital smile. "Ok, now that is taken care of. Leave me so I may dress. I do desire to dress." She said in a superior tone.

Trunks nodded with a smile turned and left with a quite. "I love you." The door shut behind him. Miki swooned onto her bed. She had done it; she had gotten him to do it. She now truly felt that there was something more than a primal desire in them for one another.

A while later Miki found Trunks and his blue haired mother sitting in the study, blue prints splayed on the table before them.

"Oh Miki, there you are. We are just going over some ship ideas. What we need and what we don't need." Bulma said with spunk in her voice. "Let's get this all planed out right here right now, we have a lot to do a lot to consider and if you two want to go and be back by spring we don't have much time.

The three of them sat for hours going over all the details of the trip, discussing food rations, gravity machines, sleeping pods, medians, gravity changes, and the fact that no one had deep space traveled since the original trip. Trunks's trip to the past did not count as space travel. The youngsters enjoyed listening to Bulma's stories of her trip there nearly 30 years before and how that was the first time she had laid eyes on her future lover.

"Now, there is one last thing we need to discuses." Bulma stated as she rested her coffee mug on the table while clearing off a spot to expose the wood as if a trophy were to be placed on it. "The dragon balls. The 3 wishes, and what we will do." They both nodded, this was truly the most important part. There was no reason to go without this.

Bulma started, "It has been nearly 25 years since they all died, this will be a great shock to their systems, and some of them might not want to come back. We have to be ready for that. I believe we should wish Piccolo back first for he is the source of the Earth dragon balls. Do you agree?"

Trunks nodded wishing it was his father or Gohan coming back first but he know it was the most logical answer. Miki too nodded, having not known these men she had no way of knowing whom was the best choice and trusted Bulma.

"Ok then, Piccolo it is. Now if he does not wish to return…maybe you can get another Namekian to return to Earth with you to create balls for us." As Bulma said this she knew it was selfish and would more than likely not happen. But she threw it in there anyway, you never know. "Then Vegeta. He has family already alive here on Earth, and well we…I want him back." Trunks smiled at his mother's words, she wanted him back.

"And what if he doesn't want to return?" Miki questioned. It had never crossed Bulma's mind that he wouldn't want to return. Why wouldn't he?

"If Vegeta doesn't agree to return. Then so be it." Her eyes downcast small tears welling up inside with just the thought. "Tell him he's a jerk if he doesn't come home!" Bulma yelled catching her breath. Trunks and Miki laughed a small laugh not to offend Bulma.

"We will wish Goku back next. We will create a list of whom we want back and in what order, I know it sounds unfair but they will understand." They began on their list who was to come back first and last.

Piccolo, Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Krillin, Tien, Chou Su, and Yamcha last. Most everyone else hasn't died before and they can all be wished back with a single wish, those who have died must be wished back separately.

Bulma yawned, "One last thing…." She trailed off sipping her coffee again looking at the clock it read 10:24pm. "They aren't the same people anymore, we have to remember that. They have been in Other World for 25 years, they may or may not have had bodies and who know what they have been up to. Trunks please remember they are not the same Z fighters you meet in the past, they don't' know you. They don't know me any more either." Bulma's words brought a frown to Miki's face. It was sad to think they didn't know each other anymore. "Ok now off to bed, we all know what we must do tomorrow, in order to get you guys out of here by winter. Bulma nodded as she stood gracefully walking to her room.

"Walk me to my room Trunks?" Miki asked sweetly. As Trunks stood and took her hand he kissed her cheek.

"Only if I can stay?" He whispered.