CHAPTER 7-WHAT'S UP WITH TRUNKS?

DISCLAIMER-I DON'T OWN DRAGON BALL/Z/GT. I ONLY OWN MY OC KENTANA.

ME-"Hey, welcome back! How are my favorite stars doing today?"

KENTANA-*groans miserably* "Fuck you!"

ME-"Your prophanity is appreciated, it livens up the story, but you're a chapter off."

TRUNKS-"Don't lecture me! I'm going to puke! That stuff was horrible. Did my mom cook the cat in that?" *Moans and keels over dying*

KENTANA-"You have a cat?"

TRUNKS-"We did."

KENTANA-"Oh, dear Kami!" *pukes* *points a finger at ZombieChick422* "I'm not cleaning that up. It's all your fault! You and your damned rules."

ME-*Chuckles to herself* 'wow, they are so pissed at me they actually stopped fighting like the messed up couple they are.'

TRUNKS-"Here," *helps Kentana up* "I'll carry you to the bathroom." *Leaves Kentana in the bathroom*

KENTANA-*rushes out of the bathroom with a stack of stapled together papers in her hand* "What the hell is this? Somebody's calling me a Mary-Sue, whatever the hell that is!"

ME-"You just noticed? That's been there since the first chapter."

KENTANA-"Still, I'm a fucking star in this! Why are they getting my name wrong?"

ME-"Mary-Sue means that I made you overly perfect, which I didn't.(can't believe I waited until now to point this out) Kentana, if you haven't noticed happens to be a little blind to people's emotional and, to an extent, physical intentions. She in time will be found to be pretty weak amongst the Earth saiyans since, hello, Goku, Gohan and Vegeeta kick ass during the Cells stuff and Majin Buu episodes. Kentana has had a really fucked up past like, for some strange reason I just noticed, most of the characters I make up for my FanFictions, those submitted and those not. Another thing, of course she will be beautiful! Almost all of the saiyans, if you payed attention, were hot. Obviously not all, but a large sum of them were. LET'S GET ON WITH THIS DAMN STORY BECAUSE I AM PISSED."

That night, Kentana and Trunks got back to Capsule Corp. dirty and sweaty and sore all over.

Trunks was on the worst side of it since he got his butt kicked into next Tuesday and then had to carry her home. He didn't notice because he couldn't shake the strange thought that she was really close to his father and that no matter how much he asked she wouldn't tell how close. Trunks just hoped it wasn't too close. Within ten minutes of their flight, Kentana was soundly passed out asleep, cradled against his chest. A bit of drool hung from the corner of her mouth. Trunks couldn't help but smile as he wiped away the drool from her angelic face and forget about his earlier suspicions.

As soon as he walked into the house with her sleeping body in his arms his mother was berating him for being so messy and sending him up to take a shower, waking up Kentana just to have her experience the same thing. They walked with one another until they split apart to go take their showers. Kentana dragged herself into her own bathroom, turned the water on hot, and stripped down. She stepped into the bath and felt the hot water run down her back and drip off of her hair. She let the water relax her before finally washing herself.

When she was finished, she reached for the handle and turned it. The metal handle creaked and the water ceased running. She stepped out and dried herself with one of the thick fluffy white towels hanging on the rack and wrapped it around body just above her breasts so that they'd cover her more private areas. She opened the shower door and steam rolled out and followed her exit, clogging her sense of smell. She stopped abruptly when the door opened and let out a squeak.

Trunks sat on his bed, the hot shower could be heard running in the background as he had not yet stepped in. He had completely forgotten about the shower with that thought in his head. He had only forgotten it temporarily. Somehow it had found its way back. He should have known that looking at her sleeping face wouldn't fight back nightmarish thoughts like this. He tried to stop thinking about it and forget but he couldn't escape the necessity to find out.

'She must know my father. That move was his signature move, one only he was supposed to have known how to do it. I know for sure she must have known him, been pretty good friends too for him to have taught her, or the other way around. No, my father didn't have friends. If that theory was true, then how did she end up in that pod like that with him never speaking about her and her refusing to talk about him and her past? What is she and him were…' he shakes his head vigorously to try and toss out the thought and horrid image ', forget, forget, forget that stupid, nasty image! She was too young to have been like that with him.'

'How does she know my father? He thought desperately for the umpteenth time, as if saying it over and over again in his head would grant him the knowledge needed to answer the question. 'Kami, give me the knowledge, the book, the encyclopedia or whatever you deem fit that can give me the answer to my question. Wait, you don't need to because my book of knowledge is right next store and by the sound of things she is done with her shower.' He flew off his bed and dashed out of his room.

He stopped outside of her room and raised his knuckles to knock, but stopped. Bits of steam trailed out of the crack under her door and carried a peculiar scent. It was an intoxicating aroma that he remembered smelling earlier before doing something he couldn't remember and Kentana pushing him. Something about it attracted him and gave him a strange burst of energy. 'That scent…' he thought as bits of it danced up his nose and into the mouth he had just opened. The scent neither of them knew to be of a saiyan in heat.

He pushed open the door. Kentana squeaked with a startled freight. She was dressed only in a towel wrapped snuggly around her. Her hair was spiked and rising slightly like it would on any super saiyan. Her skin held tiny droplets of moisture and her face was screwed up in shock, freight, and anger. She took a startled step back. Her hand clutched tightly at the end of her towel, pinning it together to keep it from unraveling in front of him.

She took another step back and had her back pressed against the wall. She had trained years and was taught never to be afraid or act like this, but in a matter of seconds she was cowering against the wall like any other weak human girl. Years of training and strength evaporated so easily around her like the steam from her shower that had vanished. Images of the nightmare that had changed her life, leeched her of her cruel, violent nature and the confidence she used to hold easily. The incident that she could not stop, that made her skittish in moments like these, frightened. The darkness in his eyes told her that this was not the half-saiyan she had so easily fallen in love with, the Trunks she knew. This was something she had been in fear of ever seeing again.

Trunks vanished and appeared in front of her. His chest inches from her as he loomed over her with the dark, lustful look in his eyes(take note that it really hard for me to write this, just typing the word lust kind freaks me out inside). His right arm propped him against the wall as he looked down at her like a new treat or an appetizing dessert. She crushed her eyes shut and let the tears well in the corners. His breath was hot against her face as he took in every bit of her scent. His body heat radiated around her, bathing her in his warmth and stench, a stench that she recognized to carry a frightening trait.

Trunks took another whiff of her poisonous smell and this time he smelled something new mixed in with the rest, fear. It was something that made him feel dominant over her. This newly arisen saiyan side of him savored the new ingredient, making him want her more, but the human side of him smelled it too. He blinked his eyes a few times and looked down at her, realizing his position and what he was doing to her. He stared in utter shock, too startled to move.

Kentana sensed the change in his aura and looked up at him. His eyes back to normal, but he was blushing like crazy and she was sure that if he had a tail it would be sticking up on end and bristling. She looked at his changed face. He looked too innocent to have done what he almost did. Now he looked more like a kid that did something wrong and was caught. His hard life had matured him, but he was truly only a child compared to Kentana, but she didn't really see him as one completely. She looked at him and knew that she would have been lying to herself to say that she really didn't want to let him have her in any way possible, but she knew she couldn't and the only way she knew she could stop this was to tell him no and that he had to stop in a stern voice.

Time for her to put on her best Bulma impression. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away from her to give her breathing room. She was relieved to see him step back willingly at her touch, but he didn't move enough to remove the hand she had planted in the center of his chest. "Trunks," she started. She looked up to find him backing out of the room quickly with his hand shielding his eyes. She looked down to check herself and found that she did still have her towel wrapped around her, "Damn," she mumbled, shaking her head ", he is really innocent, when he's not sensing my heat."

The only thoughts passing through his blushing, lavender head were ',shit! Shit! Shit! Screw this! I'm not going to ask her! Repayment for this will be that I won't bother her over my question. That's fair, right?

She closed the door and removed her towel before changing into the soft knee length light blue T-shirt that had the name Kentana written across the front like Bulma's used to. She slipped her arms through the long sleeves and felt how warm the thick baggy shirt really was. She put her hair into two neat pick tails after brushing the tangles out, though none were there with the strange, unchanging, spiked, perfection of saiyan hair. She dragged herself droopy eyed towards her comfy looking bed and collapsed on the thick mattress.

Trunks jolted awake in his bed. He was drenched in sweat and looked around in a frenzy, searching for the strange being that had haunted his sleep. Cold sweat blanketed the back of his neck. He sat up straight with a wild, frightened look in his eyes. 'It was only a dream,' he told himself ', only a dream… but it felt so real.' That strange nightmare that had been haunting his sleep, could it have been a sign of some sort? He stared at his hands with such intensity as if they were soaked in blood, and they had been moments before.

Trunks ran through a crumbling city. A monster he couldn't see but knew was there was following them silently, tracking them slowly from what signs of their Ki he could get. His arm felt heavy and he turned to see Kentana's beaten, bloody body dragging in his grasp. She didn't move or show any signs of life and even her touch felt dead cold. He wasn't sure what it was he was running from or where he was going, but he didn't give a rat's ass. He just felt a sudden protective urgency over, not himself, but the dying saiyaness. The monster of his sleep chuckled maniacally.

Suddenly, she vanished from his blood soaked hand and he was running through a dark void that seemed to go on forever. Panic surged through him as he thought ', where'd she go? Where'd I go?' He didn't know why or if he was even moving in any general direction, only that he didn't stop, nor could he. Suddenly there was a bright light ahead of him and he saw Kentana up ahead leaning over a figure. He ran faster until he was sure his legs would fall off. He stopped, hovering in the darkness, in front of the scene before him.

The sight was breath taking.

Kentana kneeled on the ground, sobbing pitifully. Tears ran in rivulets and dripped onto the body in front of her. Her body shook and she covered her puffy, red eyes with her hands. He silently begged her to move her hands and let her see that beautiful face of hers. Her hands held firm as she couldn't bear to see the man lying dead in front of her with a gaping hole in him. A purple haired, older looking Trunks. She sat, crying over his dead body because he had gotten himself killed.

"How could you do this to me Trunks?" she wailed at the him lying motionless on a pool of his own blood.

"I didn't! How did this happen?" he screamed to her. She never heard what she was saying. "It wasn't my fault."

"How could you leave me," she sobbed ", how could you leave me all alone." She looked up at him, pulling her hands away from her shocking face. Her face, though beautiful, was hidden behind a mask of tears and a face he never wanted her to wear nor wished to cause. The scene started to move, flying away from him. Trunks ran after it, screaming her name and how he was sorry until he collapsed onto his knees and watched the scene vanish in the distance.

"How?" he hollered into the darkness "How did I die?" A new scene was about to flash into his vision when everything vanished and he awoke.

He had been experiencing many nightmares lately, most all reoccurrences of this one. The difference was that in the others he was only running through the city and Kentana wasn't there physically, but he could feel her presence as if she were dead in the body, but followed his every move with her spirit. 'Was she the cause of this, the cause of these strange sleep disruptors? She couldn't be. How could one girl cause such strange things to happen and change people?' Then he remembered how weirdly he had been acting earlier. 'Never mind.'

He looked up at his doorway and saw Kentana standing there in her pajamas. She was rubbing one sleep deprived eye with her sleeve. "Kentana? What are you doing up?"

"I heard you while you were sleeping. You were having a nightmare." She walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. "You're sweating," she placed the back of her hand on her forehead then on his ", doesn't feel like you're running a fever." His face heated up when he realized he was sitting on his bed with her while only wearing his own pajamas, a pair of sweat pants over his boxers.

She got up to leave when he placed a tanned hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to leave you know, that's if you don't want to," he added cautiously. She turned to him and it looked like she was about to snap at him, but she sat back down. Against her better judgment, she curled up next tom him. She wasn't sure if he might go back to his darker self which made her uncomfortable to be just wearing a long T-shirt. One look at his bright, affectionate eyes changed that. She snuggled up against his bare chest, not bothering with the blanket. His body heat was enough to keep her warm.

She closed her eyes and let sleep finally reclaim her. It's cool, sweet darkness, enjoyed and absorbed in every pore on her body. Trunks did the same and for once in the last couple of weeks, he didn't face those sleep depriving nightmares. The being that had awoken the nightmarish beast, had put it to rest. For now.

Kentana awoke bright and early that morning to something prodding her face. She opened one eye to see Trunks' bright eyes and one finger squishing against her cheek. "You're a really heavy sleeper, you know that? I've been trying to wake you up for the last half hour."

"That just explains how loud you were last night when you woke me up." He blushed at that and scratched the back of his head embarrassed. She realized how close his bare chest was to her. It was her turn to blush. Trunks found that blush extremely cute.

He cupped her chin in his hands and gave her a kiss similar to the one they shared in the mall, except this time they had the privacy of his room to enjoy it. This kiss lasted longer and could have lasted an eternity, but to them the warm, passionate kiss only felt like seconds. A spark could be felt and it was as strong as the Galleck Gun she had used on him the day before with all the pain replaced with an enjoyable sensation. His lips tasted sweet on hers and she couldn't help herself. She fed her fingers through his lavender locks and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a crushing embrace. It was minutes before Kentana realized what was going on.

She pushed away slightly, breaking away from their kiss. "Trunks, this can't go any further." She looked at his eyes and saw that they weren't the darker shade. 'Great,' she though ', not only do I have to worry about him messing with me while I'm controlling my heat, but I have to worry about him and his damned teenage hormones.'

He looked at her with big innocent blue eyes. They looked more innocent than he was being, even on his more human side. "Why?" Kentana could feel something pocking her leg, and it wasn't his leg either.

"Because," she used the simplest thing that bothered her without going to deep into a detailed story ", you're 17, and I'm 19. You're still a minor."

"So?" he stated quizzically ", it's not like anyone will notice or care. You look younger than me and you aren't even a documented citizen of earth." When she didn't respond immediately he took his chance and leaned in for another long kiss. She leaned away from him.

"It bothers me Trunks. I'll notice. I don't want to do this when you're still a minor. Just one more year, less, and then maybe." He sighed. She hit him with his own pillow which had the effect to take his mind out of the control of the greatest hell known to teens, hormones. "Now go take a shower," she paused, crinkling her nose as she looked him up and down ", I suggest a cold one."

ME-"What do you all think?"

KENTANA-"Haha!" *rolls on the floor in a fit of laughter, pointing a finger at him* "You were h**** as fuck!"

TRUNKS-"Shut up, grandma!"

KENTANA-"What did you say?" *growls*

TRUNKS-*smirks* "You heard me."

KENTANA-"Just checking if you're sane enough to take it back you half saiyan wimp!" *snarls menacingly*

ME-"Okay guys, break it up."

TRUNKS-"I understand now why you give me nightmares."

KENTANA-"Care to tell why?"

ME-"Please don't."

TRUNKS-""Because you're SCARIER THAN YOU CLAIM ME TO BE H****!"

ME-"Oh Kami… Break it up you two!" *Injects both of them with mysteriously on hand drugs*

KENTANA-"W-whaat did you i-inject us w-witttthhhhh?"

ME-"I don't know. I just found it when I was reorganizing your medicine cabinet. Surprisingly, none of those contain drugs for any illness' I know of."

TRUNKS-"Oh… O-okaaaay…"

KENTANA-"WHEE!" *jumps up and down and spins in circles on the chair and it breaks* *Collapses on broken chair*

TRUNKS-*Laughs hysterically* "You're on the floor." *Sits next to her* "Now I'm on the floor." *Laughs hysterically*

KENTANA-*Hugs the stack of papers to her chest* "I kinda like the name Marry-Sue. Mary-Sue. Maaaaaaaaarrryyy-Suuuuuuuueee! Trunks, can we name one of our children that?"

TRUNKS-*sweat drops* "C-children? CHILDREN?" *Runs towards window and jumps out.*

KENTANA-*Runs towards window and leans out, staring at the figure running down the street with a broken leg eight stories down* "TRUNKS!"