CHAPTER 18-Preperations and a Naughty Boy

TRUNKS-"K, found him."

ME-"Finally."

TRUNKS-"It would have been sooner if you had helped."

ME-"What are you talking about? I was helping."

TRUNKS-"Right…" *Picks up Bobo and carries him into the kitchen.*

ME-*Grabs Bobo and holds him above a pot of boiling water*

BOBO-*Looks at her with big googly eyes*

ME-"I can't do it."

TRUNKS-"What do you mean you can't do it?"

ME-"Just look into those eyes. Those big sweet eyes."

TRUNKS-"No, he will not brainwash me like he did to you and Kentana."

ME-"Look!"

TRUNKS-"No!"

ME-"Loo-oo-ook!"

TRUNKS-*Pushes monkey away and he falls in pot*

ME-"OH NO! What have you done?"

TRUNKS-"I savewd both our lives from his corruption."

ME-"You killed Bobo!" *Gulps* "Did you at any given time think about what Kentana will do to us when she finds out he's dead?"

TRUNKS-"Shit! We're screwed."

KENTANA- *peeks head through door* "Have any of you seen Bobo?"

Time passed quicker than any but Vegeeta would have wanted and before they knew it, it was the night before the Cell games. Some of them decided to get in as much training as possible, others as much rest. Nobody laughed or smiled at the Capsule Corp. building being used as a training grounds. It was too grim a time, knowing death could be just around the corner for any of them. That was a reason to some for a whole different thing…

Trunks and Kentana tiredly stepped through the door both suppressing yawns. Kentana, long since having overcome her embarrassment at being seen naked by him, pulled out of her spandex and put on a baggy t-shirt over her underwear before sitting down on the bed. Trunks stripped down to his boxers before sitting down next to her. They had both said good night to their newborns before going to bed, as usual.

Trunks leaned over and kissed her neck softly. She managed to break into the first smirk any of them had had all day. "Stop it," she said, but he didn't. She could smell the pheromones coming from him and her body was beginning to naturally respond and emit the same smells. He smirked in triumph as he smelled hers. "How can you think about this at a time like this? We could die tomorrow."

He pulled back and looked directly into her turquoise orbs with his icy blue eyes. "That's more a reason, because this may be the last time we can," he answered. He kissed her again, this time on the lips. He brushed his hand up to the base of her tail, her truly sensitive spot. She gasped and a purr developed in her throat.

"Damn it," she cursed under her breath. "You have to use that against me again?" He chuckled at his little trick. That stupid reason was why instead of Bulma wearing earplugs every now and then, they moved to the other side of the house.

"As long as it works," he purred back.

XXX Time elapse…XXX

Trunks sat up from his position where he was spooning against Kentana and moved to sit at the edge of the bed, rubbing his tired eyes. that damned nightmare had woken him up again.

Trunks ran through a void of darkness. He didn't know why or if he was even moving in any general direction, only that he didn't stop, nor could he. Strange unexplainable emotions of sadness, grief, and pure rage were surrounding him and in him. Suddenly there was a bright light ahead of him. 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.

It was the same as before. Saiyan leaning over the dead saiyan mate like before, but this time the roles were switched. Trunks kneeled on the ground next to the dying body of his beautiful mate, Kentana Son.

Her head was rolled to the side and her eyes wide from the pain that was previous before the numb cold touch of death could reach her. A small drool of blood slid from the corner of her lip. She was dressed in her saiyan armor and her hair was sprawled around her in a spiky mess, obviously having broken out of her hair ties. A gaping hole was in the middle of her stomach revealing flesh and a pool of blood ever growing larger. She looked up at him, her body quivering. She tried to speak, but was silenced by a coughing fit that splattered blood all over him.

He shook his head, mourning on his eyes. "You said this wouldn't happen," he said coldly to her. "You said you would be okay." Then he stood up and walked away from her. As he walked away, Trunks stared after him in horror. Shadows enveloped Kentana's body and she faded into the black.

Trunks couldn't find words to say. He felt like running after that him and punching him all the while yelling at him for what he did, but he was rooted to the spot. He fell to his knees with his arms hanging limb at his sides

Kentana, having sensed his movement from her side, sat up and yawned with her arms stretching high above her head. The blanket she had snuggly pressed against her chest, having stolen most of it from Trunks, fell to her lap to flash something rather revealing as she did so. She blushed, a strange reaction despite the fact he had seen her naked more than numerous times. She quickly got up and redressed. She grabbed a towel and rushed to the attached bathroom. As she turned on the shower she heard a knock on the door.

"Room for two?" asked Trunks' voice from the other end, only partly drowned out by the roar of the shower. She could sense the testosterone through their link along with the hormones and arousal.

Sheesh! He's like a teenage boy, she thought dismissively. "Naughty boy!" she teased. There was a click as she locked the door for her shower. She was quick to get out, not wanting to waste time before the Cell Games, but made sure to scrub herself extra well. She had a certain stench to get rid of. Though it was less of a stench compared to the human versions of that scent that smelled so much stronger.

She emerged from the bathroom with steam clinging to her body that was wrapped in a towel like a human burrito. Trunks was quick to get in and out, but with a good scrubbing. Sadly, the scent of their actions clung to them still, but only so that Goku or Vegeeta could smell it by trying. Trunks was soon downstairs in his spandex and saiyan armor for breakfast.

Time Elapse…

"What is taking her?" asked Krillin as he slurped down his small amount of food. Unlike the saiyans, the human fighters didn't eat much before a big fight. Trunks sighed. He knew girls took long to get ready, but this was crazy. She had never taken long to get ready, except the time she couldn't find her lead bands for her hair.

"I don't know. I'll go check on her." Trunks put down his plate of food and went to the stairs.

As he made his way up he could sense her Ki moving rapidly around the room. He quickly strode up the stairs and down the hall to their borrowed room. When he opened the door he found her pouring through the contents of their room. She was dressed in her black spandex and saiyan armor. Her hair was in two pigtails she tied at the end so that only about an inch of hair was left out. Over her legs were her pair of silver saiyan boots that were black where they usually were gold. She had torn the entire room apart for the past thirty minutes looking for something.

She was in the process of dumping a drawer out on the ground. Objects and clothing fell to the ground, most of it similar to what they wore when they showed up. Black wife beaters, purple jackets, silver and black half jackets, dark fighting gi, and black spandex. She looked up.

"Trunks! Where's the capsule that I told you to get my pants from before?" She jumped up and was standing inches from him.

"Relax," he said calmly as he walked over to the dirty laundry pile that had survived the disaster. He picked up a pair of his gi pants and pulled a small capsule out of his pocket. He tossed it to her. "I don't know why you need it so much. All that is in there is a small bag."

"It is what's in the bag I want." She opened the capsule and nearly tore the red bag open in her haste. She pulled out a pair of black and gold fingerless gauntlets.

"Where did you get those?" he asked. They matched her armor so they must have been saiyan, but he had never seen them before.

"Bulma found them for me. They used to be Radditz's," she said with pride. They were the only thing she had left in memory of her dear uncle.

Trunks almost leaped at the grossness of it sunk in, even though he had touched slime in the bottom of a strange giant bug like animal's shell when he didn't even know where it came from. She is wearing armor looted from a corpse! He mentally screamed. "You got that from Radditz's dead body!"

"No! He gave them to me as a gift when I was younger after he out grew them. I think I was like eight at the time because I proved to be a brave saiyan warrior. They were too big a fit for me then, but I grew into them around the age of fourteen. They were still a little loose on me, but now they fit fine." She readjusted them to fit better and admired them. "Bulma found them recently when she was digging around on the old space pod for more data she might have missed. She found this bag hidden in a hatch where Radditz must have hid it before they sent me off."

"Oh, is that why you were taking so long?" he asked her.

"Yeah, pretty much. I couldn't find them. it feels good to finally wear them again." She looked up at him with a fighting fire raging in her eyes. "Shall we go? I want to say good bye to Kent and Ai first."

"Sure, I was hoping to do that too." He opened the door for her and closed it behind himself as he went to the room next door. They opened the door to where Kent and Ai looked up at them from where they were bundled snuggly in blankets like a demi saiyan burrito. She walked over to the two side by side cribs and picked up her son. She rested her elbows on the wooden railing of the cradle. He looked so much like his father, yet so different.

"My son, my eldest child. I know you will be a great warrior someday. May we live to see it," she said with a voice of praise. Trunks looked up at her. He didn't like how she said that, as if she expected the worst to happen. It was as if she had lost all of her confidence in herself and them to survive.

She looked at him with that playful gleam in her eye she would have before their spars and a smile that graced across her features. "As a saiyan, you have to prepare for the worst and anticipate the best. It is foolish to go into a fight with only beliefs of victory." He nodded his head briefly in acknowledgment of her words of advice. There was so much she could teach him about fighting and their heritage and so much she already had, but he had already taught her how to love and how to show love.

When they first met she had been that completely saiyan girl without the true knowledge of her own power who had shown to despite her physical and technical age was mentally unstable and much like an emotional teenage girl he would have gone to school with had he gotten the chance. He had needed to be stronger and so had she. Together they grew together and together they would overcome. Together they would exceed the limits of any two saiyans before them. They were just a boy and just a girl, but together they were more than that. Every love story speaks of love beating all, but sometimes there's more than love behind the picture. Love wasn't everything between them, but it was the key to their accomplishments.

Kentana put down her son and took her daughter from him. "It's going to be hard raising children in a world recovering from disaster," he said as he snaked his arm around her waist and admired the beauty of their daughter. She looked delicate, much like her mother had before she had witnessed her own mother's death. Of course she had looked frail and half-starved as well. "But we'll do it together."

"We'll have to visit a lot you know," she stated.

"Yeah, I think this mom will want to see her grandchildren as well as Chichi. I can't wait to watch this me face his own problems and screw-ups with this timeline's you." He chuckled as he remembered all the near death beatings he had taken. She would always reason when she refused to apologize that he deserved it and it was better for him in the end. She shook her head slowly.

"I don't think that's going to happen. You grew up in a different life. He is going to have a more pampered version with all of the Z-fighters present along with Vegeeta in the picture. I reckon he'll be a lot like a slightly more pampered Vegeeta." She placed her daughter back in the crib a lot more delicate than her son, as if she were a normal fragile human baby instead of a nearly indestructible semi alien.

"Wouldn't that make it easier for him to get her since he is so much like someone she was close to?" he asked. It still bugged him that his father may know her better than he did, but he had to get over it if he was going to make it through with her.

"No. You have to remember she is that same as me up until she comes out of that pod and experiences a different life from what I did. If I wanted to be with Vegeeta I would have been with him a long time ago. I didn't choose you because you could remind me of him, you're a lot different from your father."

"What about the mating thing?" he asked. "Our bodies chose each other for us then." He recalled how panicked they had both been when that happened. Neither of them had expected it.

"That only happens when the people are already in love, but both don't realize it and their bodies want to speed up the process. Or when there is a severe lack of saiyans left. In our case there was only a female and a male left so our natural instincts were to replenish our population, hence my bodies mating hormones and your natural reaction. Though this would only have happened if both parties are of mating age, 16." She reassured to him that it never would have happened to a child. In his opinion, it all seemed over animalistic.

"Oh," he sounded upset. He had been hoping that this him would get to know the love he felt.

"Don't sound so depressed. If he doesn't die a young age, his body may find him a mate if he doesn't himself. The saiyan mating call is strengthened with our decreased population." This only disturbed him more.

"Sounds like teenage hormones."

"You would know," she teased. She found it fun to poke fun at him about his past incident even though she played a vital role in the cause and effect department. "I think we should go down now. We shouldn't keep them waiting before such a big and exciting fight." With that they turned through the door of the makeshift nursery.

TRUNKS-"Well, I… um… uh."

ME-"It was Trunks' idea! See ya!" *bolts out door and locks herself in emergency Kentana's angry panic room*

TRUNKS-"Uh, he he."

KENTANA-"I'm waiting." *Taps foot impatiently*

TRUNKS-"I was, uh, giving him a bath."

KENTANA-"You were giving him a bath in that pot?"

BOBO-*sticks head out of pot* "Bobo?"

TRUNKS-"Bobo, your alive! I mean, uh, of course your alive. Why wouldn't you be?"

KENTANA-*raises an eyebrow*

TRUNKS-*chuckles meekly*

ME-"Well, I hope you all enjoyed that small bit before the big several chapter event of THE CELL GAMES!" *Crowd cheers* "Sorry I'm so late into updating. I have a lot of school work and I'm going to be doing the next few chapters soon. Sadly, this is going to come to an end soon, but I plan on a sequel and already have a few chapters written up. Sometimes when I'm bored I write things like other ways things could have gone just to keep me occupied like if Kentana showed up earlier or had never been sent into space. I even started another not yet submitted series for her life on Frieza's ship that I plan on submitting after this series while I get ready for the sequel series. So it's going to be the prequel to A New Life while I prepare the sequel to A New Life. Please R&R and I hope you've all had a wonderful Mother's Day!"