The sun gleamed into the open window. Miki rolled over to find her bed mate gone. Had he really left her in the night once he was finished? No, Trunks wasn't that cold he enjoyed her just as much as she enjoyed him, so why was he gone she wondered. Miki rolled back onto her back looking up to the ceiling feeling her weak body. Her legs hurt, her hips hurt, her arms hurt, and everything hurt. Her bed was stained with blood, sweat, and seed. She had received another 'love bite' on her back just below her left shoulder blade, this one hurt bad. Though she hadn't left Trunks unharmed he too was hurt but not nearly as bad as she, his skin was so thick that it took all her might to even leave a real scratch down his back, which she had.

The water in the bathroom turned on, that explained where Trunks had run off to, he must have wanted to get an early start on the day to ensure they got everything done in time. A shower didn't sound too bad, as Miki stood walking to the bathroom.

Trunks stood bare in front of the mirror again, this seemed to be a common practice of his. He counted his scars recalling the most memorable and most painful of memories as he scanned his body. He turned his back to the mirror looking over his shoulder, here was his new prize. Small 2 inch scratch down his back just under his arm. A smirk rolled over his face, this type of scar was a nice memory. The night had been full of passion and lust. She had screamed a countless times within the night only to beg for more. Eventually her small weak human body gave out and she could no longer hold all of him, this left Trunks spilling his last on her breast as they heaved up and down just before collapsing beside his woman.

Trunks didn't notice Miki enter the bathroom, she just stood and watched him scanning himself and his body. "Tell me about them." Miki whispered as she slid her hands up his right arm. It was true, Trunks hadn't told her about the fights and which one left which scar. Of course she knew about his hole, his death, but there were so many others, more than she could count that painted his body in the art of battle.

Trunks turned away, he hated how she saw all his part that was not pretty, yet he still couldn't believe how they did not affect her love for him. He was so fearful of others opinions of his scars, yet the one person he should care about loved him despite of and because of them. "Why?" Trunks asked painfully.

"Because…because Trunks I love you, and I want to know what ever line means." Miki spoke softly calmly as she ran her index finger over the scars nearest her hand, outlining all his pain and memories as if writing them would erase them.

Trunks grasped her wrist and pushed her up against the door, his power was no match for her. Miki's feet dangled inches above the gowned, his powerful chest holding her in place. Her eyes grew big, what was he doing? She couldn't speak she was to in shock. Miki's eyes shook as she looked deep into his face trying to read everything, but she could read nothing. His was like a stone staring right into her soul. She wrapped her arms around his head, hugging holding. He buried his face into her neck.

Trunks began kissing her neck, up and then back down slowly down. She was bare from the night before, not having bothered to put on clothes just to shower. Miki moaned at his wet firm lips finding their way down to her breast. Trunks held her in the air now with just his hands on her hips as he kept going down the path to enlightenment. Stopping only a moment to smirk up to her and growl a few words. "There are only a few scars worth remembering." As his teeth bit into her hip, not hard enough to break skin but to leave a small bruise. There was only one place this could go, and she wasn't sure she could handle a 7th round.

The bathroom had grown steamy and the mirror had fogged over. "Please Trunks….I can't handle it again." She moaned

"Don't you want it?" He quested as he kept on his journey.

"I want it, I want you more than you can image, but…you might just tare me apart this time. Please just let me rest…please my Prince." Miki moaned her words she wanted him so bad, but her mind knew better even if her body did not.

Trunks's eyes darted to hers; did she just call him her "prince"? He was a prince, well the son of a prince. "I'm no prince." He scoffed at her, not sure why the words bothered him so. He slowly let her to the ground. Turning his back to her, facing the now fog covered looking glass.

"But you are. Your father was a prince and that in turn makes you a prince, at least in my book." She smiled as she rested her head on his scarred back. Trunks hung his head in acceptance. He never really thought of himself as a prince as THE prince of Saiyans, this dead and forgotten race. His father was very proud of his lineage and thus he must accept it and become proud of whatever it was that made him, him.

They enjoyed their shower in peace, just enjoying each others company. It occurred to them that they would have at least a week alone in a spaceship together, there would be plenty of time for their fornication.

Miki waved as she threw a capsule out and it popped open into a nice car, not that nice VT, that was Bulma's but a nice vehicle. It was Miki's job to shop and buy anything and everything they'd need. More food, clothes for them and the returning Z fighters, nice gifts for the Namekiens and something for herself, a little secret. Miki zoomed off into the day ready to get everything and make her wonderful plan a reality. When all the shopping was done Miki spent her time reading rooms for the long gone Z fighters and families. Stocked with full with everything any of them would need, clothes, food, beds, blankets, and old photos of the forgotten simple years.

Goku and Chichi had the first room in the extended wing, which Bulma had commissioned just for the Z fighters. It was a descent size for two of her closes friends. Gohan had his own, when he had died he was old enough to live on his own he had become so mature and strong. The room close to Goku's room but far enough to give him some privacy. The rest of the Z fighters were lined up there after, with a few rooms to spare just in case they forgot someone.

Trunks was busy collecting the last materials for Bulma, the gas, the metal, the wires, and anything else his mother could think of. She was making another ship, a bit bigger than the one she and Goku had traveled to Namek in. She was now housing a Saiyan warrior who required a gravity chamber and a human girl who much like her felt no need to work out on vacation. When Trunks wasn't lifting and flying around for his mother he was busying in the gravity room. Even though the others would be coming back he had to prove to them he was worthy of their esteemed company, he wanted to prove himself to his father, the father he never knew.

Bulma was busy, busier than ever getting the ship and its parts together; doing everything she could to make it suitable for both of its occupants. When she was taking break she was out shopping for something special. It had been many many years since she was with her Vegeta and she wanted it to be spectacular when he returned. They had many years to make up. She bought outfit after outfit, makeup after makeup and all kinds of perfume. She had missed him desperately.

Soon the day had come. Everything was set. The spaceship took up a great portion of the Capsule Corp yard leaving all the employees to gock at this eye sore out their windows. None of the employees knew exactly what was going on; they had their own theory's, none of which were close to the truth.

Trunks and Miki walked out of the main doors Bulma following close behind. Miki was dressed in a Blue tunic brown leggings and high lace up boots she carried a few small bags of last minute supplies. Trunks on the other hand seemed far less ready, or maybe he was so use to this kind of crazy travel that a simple tank top and leather jacket with jean and his typical yellow boots would do.

Trunks hugged Bulma one last time. "You better come back to me, do you understand me Mr?!" Bulma scowled. This was the 3rd time she was to be left all alone; her son once again was leaving to go change time and the world. "Please, I don't care about anything else, you be safe. If you can't make it to Namek turn around. Nothing is worth loosing you." Bulma smiled she knew what this meant for them all. She hugged Miki and sent the two children on their way. Slowly recalling her faithful trip to the original Namek so many years ago. She first met Vegeta there, the Namek balls brought him back and to her once before and now it would be because of Namek again that she would meet him again, desperately wishing for the balls to bring him back and to her again.

The ship shook as the boosters blasted sending the ball of black and white far into the sky to chase down the stars.

**Ok a few things. Do we like where this is going? Do you want to read more of Trunks's POV or Miki's POV? I want to make my readers happy. Also, I'm thinking about writing a Vegeta & Bulma fic (because the world needs ONE more of the most loved Anime couple.) For that one, I want to know do you believe Vegeta is a virgin? I think this will play a key role in the story. I've always wanted to know what people thought too. Is he to good for 'self love' or no? Just want to see what you think, review or pm that would be great. Thanks!