Tenth Chapter!!
You continue to embrace Trunks for a few moments longer before he pulls away, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "I'm-I'm sorry ****." he apologizes quietly, looking up into your face. "I didn't mean to get so upset." Realizing that a tear of your own is running down your left cheek, you wipe it away and shake your head. "Don't be sorry, Trunks. I understand." you say, trying to smile. Appearing slightly more relaxed and reassured, Trunks smiles back and puts his hand behind your back, pulling you into another hug. You are surprised by his action, but you place your arms around him as well and close your eyes, enjoying the peace of the moment. You felt so safe in Trunks' arms, like nothing could hurt you. Like you didn't need anything else. A moment later, the demi-saiyan lets go of you and your eyes snap open, leaving you feeling confused and slightly inebriated. Feeling exhaustion beginning to take you over, you stand up and breathe in deeply. "I'm going to bed, Trunks." you tell him, and he stands up as well. "Yeah, me too." he replies. "You hungry? I could make you something to eat." You want to say yes, but an odd feeling inside tells you to leave and go back to your room. Shaking your head, you turn towards the hallway. "No thanks, good night, Trunks" You call back, walking quickly down the hall and out of Trunks' line of vision. Once you reach your bedroom door, you pull it open quickly and slip inside, shutting it hurriedly behind you. Breathing heavily, you lie down on the bed and stare at the ceiling, deep in thought. 'Why did I run away like that?' you wonder. 'Why didn't I stay with him?' After a few futile minutes of pondering, you raise yourself and walk to the dresser, pulling your nightclothes out of a drawer. Slipping them on noiselessly and crawling into bed, you barely have time to switch off the lamp before the world goes dark.
Eyes fluttering open, you glance over to the clock and focus in on the time: 1:26 PM. Shocked that you had slept so late, you jump out of bed and walk briskly down the hallway, making your way to Trunks' bathroom. Once inside, you strip of your clothes and climb into the shower, squeezing a dollop of citrus shampoo into your palm and lathering it through your hair; After a few moments, you yawn and stand under the showerhead. This is stupid, you think. Why am I in such a hurry? Allowing yourself ample time to shave and dry off, you dress into a pair of tight jeans and a tee shirt and walk down the hallway towards the kitchen. Upon reaching it, you are surprised to see that no one is there. Bulma's usually cleaning in here around now, you ponder. Brow furrowing in confusion (fusion...hahahaha! *gets attacked by Gotenks for another lame joke*), you walk down the hallway opposite and make your way to Trunks' room. Noticing that the door is open, you walk inside and look around. There is no sign of him. Finally deciding that the others have left the building, you make up your mind to go outside and practice flying again. Sliding open the door and walking out, you observe a dull gray sky above you, clouds threatening to rain. Sighing in slight annoyance, you get into the standard position and begin your attempts once more. After about two hours of attempts proven in vain, you begin to get extremely frustrated and decide to wait until Trunks gets back. However, you feel the need to try one more time, so you slowly bend your knees and press your palms out into the air in front of you. Carefully directing them towards the ground, you compact your energy between them and force it towards the ground, pushing off lightly with your feet. To your awe, you realize that you have risen over five feet above the earth, and you now hover in midair. Overwhelmed with excitement but determined to keep your focus, you press more energy below you and begin to rise, feeling waves of moist air washing over your body. Ecstatic, you look back towards the ground and attempt to move forward. Gradually, you feel yourself advancing as you push your energy behind you, raising yourself a bit higher and looking around in wonder. A moment later, you feel yourself beginning to lose control of your precarious balance and begin to fall, flailing fearfully in hopes of regaining your hovering position. You shut your eyes tightly and cry out, only to feel someone's hand grabbing yours. Eyes snapping open, you look up and see Trunks hovering above you, smiling. Relieved, you sigh as he lets you down. "Thanks, you were just in time," you say, feeling a bit shook up. "That was lucky." Trunks shrugs. "Actually I felt that your ki was in flight when I was out looking for survivors, so I came back to see how you were doing." He directs his gaze to the clouds above. "It looked pretty stormy out here, too. I thought it'd be safer to come home." Nodding, you get yourself into the flying position again and push off with your feet, forcing our energy below you. To your surprise, you realize that you are hovering again. Looking down at Trunks, you grin in happiness and give him a thumbs up. "Looks like I've finally got it" you say, smiling.
Grinning, Trunks hovers up beside you. "I knew you could learn. It just took some time, that's all," he says, looking to the west. "Hey, how about we fly around a little. It'd give you some practice." Nodding eagerly, you turn and begin to hover slowly in that direction. As Trunks flies slowly next to you in order to assure you don't fall, you both continue your journey through the air and over the tops of the trees, looking around at the scenery. After a few minutes, Trunks stops and you do the same, looking over to him. "Hey, ****." he says, pointing down to a forested area below you. "There's a really nice spot down there. What do you say we take a break?" "Sure." you reply, the constant expulsion of energy beginning to give you a headache. Trunks slowly begins to hover back down and you follow, half afraid you'll lose your balance and end up falling. Sighing when you reach the ground unscathed, you take a moment to observe your surroundings. There are many lush, green trees overhead hiding the solemn sky above, and a distinct rushing noise immediately comes to your attention. Glancing over to Trunks, you see him beckoning for you to follow and you do so, weaving in and out of the trees. When he finally stops walking you find yourself directly in front of the source of the sound: a large, rushing waterfall running over the sides of a tall cliff. Wondering why you had never seen this before, you gape at its beauty, eyes wandering over the crystalline water and pool below. "Wow, you were right," you breathe. "This is pretty." Nodding, Trunks walks over to a nearby tree and leans against it. "Yeah. I found it a few years ago when I was walking through the forest. Pretty cool, huh." Eyes still glued to the waterfall, you walk over to a different tree and sit down against the trunk, sighing in calmness. Trunks walks over and sits down next to you, eyes widening as he looks around the secluded area. "Hey, I have an idea." he says, looking over to you. "Why don't we set up camp here?" Confused, you cock an eyebrow. "Camp?" you reply with a hint of disbelief. "Uh, how? We don't have any supplies or anything." Smiling, Trunks reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small white box. As he pops it open, you observe numerous small, metal objects, labeled with different numbers and colors. "Sure we do. Just watch." he says, pulling one of the larger objects from it's case and pressing down on it. You watch in fascination as he throws it a few feet in front of him, wondering what he is doing. As it hits the ground, a puff of smoke surrounds the area and clears rapidly, displaying a dome shaped structure in the area where the small object previously lay. The building is about seven feet high, with glass windows at the top and a shiny, silver color. Bewildered, you look over to Trunks. "What-what happened?" "It's a tent." Trunks explains, looking over at it, "Capsule Corp is famous for taking big things like this and converting them into capsule form. Then when you press the button, they convert back to their regular size." Staring at the 'tent' in shock, you tear your gaze away and turn your head towards him. "That's awesome." you say, amazed. He smiles. "Yeah, I know. And all the food we'd need is in there too. So, what do you say?" Suddenly feeling very excited, you nod. "Sounds great." you tell him smiling. "Awesome." he says, looking pleased. "Now, let me show you the inside..."