Sixth Chapter!!
Grinning and holding it out in front of you so that Trunks can see it, you laugh a little when his eyes widen. "The six-star ball." he says quietly in surprise. "My dragon radar kept beeping before we landed, but I must've turned it off or something." Turning the ball around in your hand, you stare at your own reflection on the surface. Only two more to go, you think. Then Trunks would be able to see his friends again. The thought makes you feel a spike of happiness inside and you extend your hand toward him, wanting him to take it. Slowly, he reaches out and grabs it from you, your hands brushing against his. A triumphant smile appears upon his face and he turns toward the helicopter. "We'd better get back." he says, walking towards the craft. "Mom'll be excited to see this!" Nodding, you raise yourself from your sitting position and follow him inside. Still staring happily at the dragon ball, Trunks closes the door, presses a button next to the steering device, and you raise into the air. Once the machine is stable and heading in the right direction, Trunks sets it on autopilot and makes his way to the back, plopping down in the chair next to you. "So, excited about getting to meet everyone once we collect all the dragon balls?" he asks, smiling at you. You nod. "Yeah. Especially Vegeta. He sounds like quite the guy." Trunks chuckles and leans back in his seat. "He is. My father's really impressive when it comes to fighting. He's a little, er, cranky, though. It might take him a little while to adjust to you." You raise your eyebrows and cross your legs. "Really? That doesn't sound like you at all." Trunks looks down for a moment and nods. "I know. We're similar in strength, but really different otherwise." At this, he stands up and walks over to the front seat. Pressing a few buttons, he turns back towards you and walks over to the door, sliding it open. "We're landing." he says, the machine tilting slightly when it comes in contact with the ground. Standing up, you step out of the helicopter and shut the door behind you.
When you hear the door close, you realize that the surface feels strange and turn around in confusion. To your surprise, you notice a large dent in its side. Scratches that peel through the yellow paint are apparent on the left side of the door. From behind you, you hear Trunks laugh. "I hope mom doesn't get too upset over that." he says sheepishly. Completely perplexed, you turn towards him. "Trunks, how did this happen?" you ask, furrowing your brow. Trunks looks confused and turns his head to the side. "When Cell ran into us, remember?" he asks. "Didn't you notice it when we landed in that spot where you found the ball?" Wondering how in the world you could have missed such a thing, you shrug. "I guess not." Shrugging, Trunks turns away and begins to walk towards the front door of CC. Following, you glance back towards the door of the craft. 'Why didn't I see that?' you wonder. 'What had me so distracted?' Reaching the door alongside Trunks, he pushes it open and you walk inside. Almost immediately, Bulma comes running frantically towards you from the kitchen, eyes wide. "Trunks! Where were you? Why were you gone so long?" she shrieks nervously. Trunks blushes slightly and puts his hands in his pockets, looking down. "It's ok, mom. I'm fine. I just-" "You're bleeding!" Bulma interrupts startled, pointing down at the gauze bandage on his upper arm. "I'm fine, don't worry about it," he says reassuringly. "I'll explain everything later, ok?" Nodding reluctantly, Bulma looks over towards you. "You're okay, right ****?" she asks concernedly. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." you tell her. "As a matter of fact, we're great. Trunks show Bulma what we found." His expression brightening like a light, he reaches swiftly into his pocket and pulls out the dragon ball. Bulma's worried expression turns to one of joy and she clasps her hands together. "Wow! The six star ball!" she exclaims, reaching over and taking it from him. "Great! I'll put it with the others." Nodding, Trunks gives his mother a wave. "Thanks mom. I'll see you later, okay?" Nodding quickly, Bulma grins back and runs excitedly out of the room.
Looking down the hallway, you turn and begin to walk towards your room. Once you reach the door and turn the knob, you notice that Trunks has followed you. Pulling open the door, you step inside and crash down on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Trunks walks up to the bed and sits down on the side, smiling at you. "Mind if I hang out in here?" he asks. "To be honest, I'd like to get away from my mother for a little while." Laughing slightly, you nod. "Sure. No problem." "Thanks." After looking at each other for a moment, you turn away and start tapping your fingers against each other bored. Somehow, your right hand eventually forms into a fist, and you begin to pat it down into the palm of your hand, hardly realizing what your doing. Suddenly, you are jolted out of your trance by Trunks' voice. "Rock paper scissors?" Blinking confusedly, you stare back at him. "What?" "Your hand." he says, pointing at your fist in your palm. "Wanna play?" Glad for an excuse to break the silence, you shrug. "Why not?" Smiling, Trunks places his fist in the palm of his hand and grins up at you. "Okay, ready?" You nod. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" You both outstretch your hands, yours in a fist, his extended flat. "Paper beats rock," he laughs, reaching towards you and covering your hand with his. For a moment, you stare down at the strong hand in awe, unknowing as to why you couldn't look away, but unable to tear your hand away from his soft touch. You look up at his face and into his eyes and see that he is looking right back, mouth slightly open and blue eyes wide. After a few seconds, you both pull away at the same time and you look down at the bedspread, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. Trunks suddenly stands up and points down the hall. "Hey, do you want a shower?" he asks, still looking you straight in the face. "You haven't had one since you got here." Imagining how the hot water would feel on your skin, you nod eagerly. "That'd be great. Where's the bathroom?" Trunks gestures for you to follow and begins to walk down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, you stand up and walk behind him. "The shower next to your room in broken." he tells you, turning a corner. "Mom hasn't fixed it yet. You'll have to use my shower. Sorry." You smile back gratefully. "I don't mind. That's perfect." Leading you into a room that looks very much like your own, Trunks walks over to a door on the far side and points at it. "Here it is. There's shampoo and everything, you'll need, I think." Nodding, you walk towards the door and turn the knob. "Thanks, Trunks." you say, throwing him a smile. "See you soon." Trunks nods and smiles back, glancing down at the floor. Pulling the door closed, you look around in surprise when you notice how large the bathroom is. A large, full-length mirror is attached to the wall on your left, and the shower itself appears to have a lot of space. Shedding your clothes, you step into the shower and turn the knob, sighing in happiness when the warm water comes in contact with your skin. After sorting through a few bottles of shampoo, you grab a tall white one and squeeze out a few drops of pearly fluid into your palm. Once you begin to lather it into your hair, you notice that it has a light, citrus scent. Exhaling slowly as you feel your body being cleansed, you spend a few more minutes standing in the warm water before turning down the knob and shutting it off. Wrapping yourself in a green towel folded on the counter by the sink, you open a drawer and see a hairdryer resting in the bottom. Plugging it in, you find a comb as well and begin to do your hair. Although you're not usually one for primping, you decide to take advantage of what's available. Once your hair is finished and you're completely dry, you re-wrap your towel around yourself and turn the doorknob, stepping out of the bathroom. To your surprise, you see Trunks standing over the side of the bed, holding something in his hands...