Kentana left his room and went to her own, eager to get changed out of clothes that didn't smell of him, his musky scent, or the sweat that had bathed him when she entered his room. She grabbed a black sleepless, her jacket, a baggy black Gi pants, and silver with black lining fighting shoes. Above everything else she wore, she liked that the best. The pants were easier to fight in than denim shorts and the shoes held out better. Unlike a certain saiyan prince, she had better taste in clothing and was accustomed to not wear saiyan armor in front of humans.
She walked out and ran down the stairs to enjoy a good breakfast. She entered a kitchen filled with scents of pancakes. Her stomach roared a most saiyanlike sound and she took her seat. She sat near drooling for ten minutes before Trunks walked in, fully dressed. He sat down next to her and the two got a good long look at one another. The two frowned at each other. "This is awkward," stated Kentana.
Trunks had waked in wearing a black wide better, purple jacket with the Capsule Corp. logo, baggy dark Gi pants and yellow fighting boots. Kentana felt, for the first time on earth, the uncomfortable feeling woman get when someone's wearing the same thing as you. She averted her eyes and focused her attention on the mountain of pancakes Bulma placed in front of them. Over the weeks Bulma had adapted to not only cooking for the hapf saiyan Trunks, but the full saiyan Kentana as well seeing as Kentana had worse luck than her at cooking. Boiling water was her greatest success. Kentana was greatly happy for something else to focus on.
"Oh my," Bulma exclaimed, eyes gleaming ", I feel like Chichi! You two are dressing alike! I see grandchildren coming soon!"
Both Trunks and Kentana blushed involuntarily. "GRANDCHILDREN!" They both exclaimed.
Trunks looked with pleading eyes at his mother for her not to say that again. "Cool it mom. This is Miss Celibacy your talking too," he said, pointing his thumb at the girl sitting next to him.
She growled at him ", I am not a celibate( correct me if I'm using the wrong word). Just because I prefer not to have sex with a minor doesn't mean I'm against sex at all." She crossed her arms than sweat dropped with Trunks when they realised they had just had that conversation in front of his mother.
"Oh, you two are sweat dropping together also! I can't wait to be a grandmother!" This made them sweat drop even more. 'Had she been listening to a single word they just said?' Thought Kentana.
"Apparently not," answered Trunks out loud.
"Apparently not what?" Asked Kentana before stuffing a large amount of the pancakes into her mouth. Trunks swallowed his food before answering.
"I answered the question you asked me, if she had listened to anything we had said."
"I didn't ask you that, out loud at least. I thought about it." She was starting to get a little wierded out.
"You mean I heard your thoughts?" He asked, too confused. Bulma, hearing this looked up from her meager stack of pancakes. She jumped up and down in glee.
"Yay!" She squealed in her own personal delight ", you two have already mated!" Kentana jumped out of her seat.
"MATED?" She screamed in shock.
"Yes!" Bulma confirmed ", when Vegeeta mated with me we could read each other's thoughts before we learned to control it."
"I-I m-mated..." she stuttered before her eyes rolled into te back of her head and she proceeded to faint. She awoke an hour later on the couch. "What happened?" She groaned as she sat up. "No," she groaned again, dropping back onto the couch as remembrance flooded her. She had mated!
"How could this have happened?" She moaned. She looked over at Trunks who was passed out on a chair near her. He had fainted a few seconds after her.
"I understand your confusion dear," Bulma sympathized from her own seat across the coffee table from her. "When Vegeeta had read my thoughts I panicked like you did. I was so shocked by it, but I thought you would have known about the mating process."
"Nope, I was born after the destruction of Planet Vegeeta so no one taught me."
"That put aside, we started sharing thoughts after we marked each other." Kentana may not have had a sex ed class, but she knew what marking was. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small orange pill bottle. She pulled out the last pill, popped it in her mouth, then threw the bottle with enough force to out match a bullet at Trunks' head. It struck him and cracked. He jumped up startled, then nursed his sore temple.
"What was that for?" He growled. He didn't get one as she jumped out of her seat and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. She dragged him down to eye level and glared daggers that would have made Vegeeta proud.
"You have a lot of explaining to do!" She snapped, voice full of venom ", you mated with me! Where is that damned mate mark?" Trunks looked at her with confusion.
"What's a mate mark?" He looked truly innocent as to what was going on. This made Kentana angrier because it made it harder for her to be angry with him.
"It's a scar left when your mate bites onto your jugular to mark you as their mate! Apparently since we're hearing each others thoughts, you were supposed to have bitten me!"
"I did't bite you!" 'That sounded wrong.'
"Wait," Bulma cut in ", I remember Vegeeta telling me something about how a saiyan's body can react to a mate before they do. Maybe because you both are saiyans, neither of you needed to mark one another."
"I guess," she sighed, dropping Trunks back into his seat ", I really wish someone would have taught me this stuff."
"So," said Trunks ",we're mates now."
"I guess so."
"I don't feel any different," he stated as he examined his hands for any changes or mutations.
"You will soon," she groaned ", apparently a mate mark is only supposed to be like these rings you humans use. Mates can send each other thoughts and from what I know, emotions and such can be sensed through something called a bonding link. It's the term used for when someone's body chose a mate for them. Trust me, it's worse than it sounds. It can either be a good thing, or make your life a living hell. From now on, I will be able to tell when you are getting your ass kicked by the Androids and feel a portion of your pain if our link is open."
"That sounds terrible," groaned Trunks. He, truthfully, had to admit he kind of liked this. This meant she was truly his and wanted it that way.
"I'm going to go down to the lab," Kentana informed them before getting up and leaving abruptly. She made her way down to the lab and began working on the time machine from the list of thing Bulma told her she needed done but couldn't do on her own. After about a half hour later, she heard Trunks come down the stairs. She turned slightly as he walked over to where she was kneeling on the ground surrounded by tools. "Hey, Trunks."
"I was wondering if you wanted to go spar." He asked.
"Strangely, no," she answered as she screwed in another bolt. "I want to finish this time machine soon."
"Nope, you're coming to spar with me," he stated.
"No."
"Yes," he grabbed the French from her and dropped it into the tool box.
"Hey!" She yelled at his rudeness ", hey! Put me down!" She ordered when he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. She began to pound on his chest back again like she had when he carried her to where they trained. He began walking towards the stairs, not showing any signs of noticing her assaults. "Put me down! I don't want to train! Let me go! Damn it! Put me down Vegeeta!"
He stopped suddenly and her eyes widened when she realised the mistake she made. She had made the biggest mistake someone could make in a relationship, a name mix up and what made it worse was that she mixed it up with his dad! He roughly dropped her on her ass with a look of shock on his face. His face said shock, but she could sense his anger and confusion. "Talk. How do you know my father?" She looked reluctant to answer and wouldn't meet his gaze. "Answer me!"
She stood up, still not making eye contact as she looked away from him. She held her arm. "You want to know? A long time ago, I was good friends with your father."
"How long ago?"
"A long time ago. We often trained together. I was the only person near his age so we hung out together a lot."
"How close together were your ages?"
She sighed, she should've seen this coming. "I'm old enough to be your mother." 'Damn, I'm mated to an old woman.' "Something... happened and he locked me in that freezing pod and sent me to drift in space."
"What happened?" He asked seriously. He loomed over her. Tears budded her eyes as images unwillingly flashed across her vision. Memories that she had been fighting so hard to forget. Those tears streaked down her face and her lower lip quivered. This is what it felt like to be frightened and weak. She looked up at him with miserable eyes covered with sorrow.
"Please, don't ask," she begged. Memories found their way to him through their bond without her permission. They were mostly dark and black. He could sense the emotions behind her images. Pain, sorrow, fear, and... shame. He knew this was a dark door not to be opened if just knocking did this to her. Her legs shook and she fell into his warm hug.
He couldn't tell what it was that was in her memories, but he could tell it hurt her more than any injury could. He hugged her warmly and whispered into her hair ", I won't. Don't worry. Whatever it was that happened won't ever happen again."
Affection emanated from both ends of their link. "I know," she sobbed into his chest ", as long as you're here I know it won't happen." Those words frightened him. Images from his own nightmares, that he was glad didn't transfer to her through the mental link, flashed through his mind. As long as he's there... that was the part that frightened Trunks.
"And I always will." 'I hope,' he added silently.
A/N-Sorry, no chatting with the stars this time. Trunks is on the run and Kentana is looking for him. Sorry that this is kind of short compared to my others. I think I'm suffering from writer's block on my other story and now it has found its way to this one. I might start a third story just to keep my mind focused and to fall back on whenever I feel the effects of the writer's block.