Thirteenth Chapter!!
Gliding along slightly wobbly in the air beside Trunks, you turn to the side and throw him a smile. "Think we'll get attacked by Bulma once we get back?" you ask, a comical tone in your voice. "Heh, probably." Trunks replies, looking back, "I wouldn't tell her about Cell, though. She'll probably never let us out of the house again." Laughing lightly, you nod and direct your gaze back to the trees below. "Hey, Trunks," you say quietly. "You know how you can shoot those blasts of energy?" You see him nod out of the corner of your eye. "Well," you continue. "Do you think you could teach me?" Looking back at him, you see him nod. "Sure. You've already learned how to control energy, so it shouldn't be too hard." Feeling your lips curl into a grin, you thank him and look back down, feeling light warmth spread through your cheeks. A few silent minutes later, you find yourself approaching CC and touch down, following Trunks to the door. As soon as he twists the knob and opens it, you see Bulma sitting in the green chair, wringing her hands on its arm. "Trunks!" she exclaims upon seeing you, standing up and rushing over. "****! You're okay." she says, pulling her son and then you into chokingly tight embraces. "Yeah, we're fine." Trunks reassures once he is released. "Well I wanted to be sure." Bulma says relieved. "I thought I saw Cell flying nearby about an hour ago. I hoped he hadn't spotted you two." Widening his eyes slightly to convey a false look of surprise, Trunks shrugs. "Really? I didn't see him." A relaxed look washing into Bulma's face, she smiles wanly and begins to walk out of the room. "That's good. See you later then, Trunks. I have to go out and do some shopping." Smiling and waving back, you breathe a sigh of relief when she walks out the front door and shuts it behind her.
Smirking, you move closer to Trunks' right side and nudge his arm with your elbow. "Wow, you're a pretty good liar, eh Trunks?" you ask, slightly surprised. Trunks lets out a chuckle and smirks back. "I guess. So, wanna learn how to fire a ki blast?" Remembering your previous request, you nod happily and begin to walk towards the back door. However, Trunks' voice stops you. "It looks like it's gonna rain out there." he points out. "We could do it inside." Glancing out a nearby window and noting the dark, heavy clouds, you turn back towards him and nod. "Okay. So, how do you do it?" Trunks walks over to you and places his hands on the bottoms of your forearms, gently placing them into a close position so that your hands almost touch each other. "Okay. Now hold your hands together like this," he instructs, adjusting them slightly. Nodding, you back up a little in order to give yourself more room when you feel your back come in contact with Trunks' body. Feeling a spike of excitement and remaining in the leaned-back position, you look back at your hands and attempt to keep focus. "Good." you hear his voice say, removing his hands from your arms. "Now try to concentrate your energy between your palms." Squinting at your hands and feeling the odd sensation of your ki running into your arms, you bite your lip and push it between your palms, trying not to be distracted by the feel of Trunks' hard torso pressed softly into your upper back. After a minute or two of trying you notice a bright spark of white flicker between your palms. Excited but determined to remain focused, you soon begin to see more and more sparks crackling around your hands, finally forming into a small sphere of glowing white light. Lowering your left hand and gazing down at your right in awe, you look up at Trunks, breathless. "This-this is amazing." you say, looking back down at the ball of condensed ki. Smiling, Trunks gives you a thumbs up and moves to your side. "Wow, that was quick!" he says, eyes widening. "Great job." Smiling at his comment, you look up at him. "Thanks." you say quietly. All of a sudden, you realize that the room is nearly completely dark, yours and Trunks' face illuminated only by the energy ball in your palm. You take a moment to gaze back at the demi-saiyan, the flickering energy lighting up the icy azure of his eyes.
You are jolted out of your trance a moment later when Trunks' face is gone from your line of vision. Blinking in confusion, you direct your gaze over to the sitting-room sofa, seeing that Trunks has bent over and turned on the dim lamp beside it. Sitting down, he stretches out and turns toward you, beckoning. "Wanna watch TV?" he asks, patting the seat beside him. "I'm a little too worn out to do anything else." Nodding in agreement and walking over to the couch, you sit down about a foot away from him and prop your feet up on the coffee table. A moment later, you hear Trunks' voice again. "Hey, want some hot chocolate? I think there's some left," he offers. Happy that he asked, you turn towards him. "That'd be great, Trunks." you say, watching him get up and begin walking towards the kitchen. "I'll be back in a sec." he calls back, walking down the hallway and disappearing from sight. "He's really generous." you think, feeling your stomach tighten unexpectedly. Trunks soon returns, carrying two mugs brimming with steaming cocoa. "Here," he says, offering you one. Smiling back in appreciation, you take it from him and bring it to your lips, taking a slow sip and sighing when the heat runs down your throat. "Thanks," you say, stretching your legs out in an attempt to get comfortable. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table and pressing the power button, Trunks turns on the TV. Just as he turns toward you and offers you the remote, the screen goes black and the entire room goes dark.
Looking around and trying to adjust to the sudden darkness, you hear Trunks' voice directly next to your ear. "Power outage." he says disappointedly. Feeling his warm breath on the side of your neck, you inhale in surprise and stand up, bending down and trying to locate the coffee table. Feeling Trunks' arm brush against yours, you are about to ask if there are any candles when you see a bright light shine from behind you. Turning around, you see Trunks standing with a white ball of his light in his palm, illuminating most of the room. "You try." he says, waving his hand slightly. Placing your hands together and taking a moment to focus your energy, you are surprised when, almost immediately, an identical sphere of energy appears in your dominant hand. "Cool," you say to yourself as the light in the room doubles. Suddenly, you hear the sound of a door opening from behind you and turn to face Bulma, who stands in the doorway with numerous paper bags in her arms. "Power go out?" she asks, closing the door and setting the bags down on the coffee table. Trunks nods back. "Yeah. Fuse probably burnt out again because of the storm." Shrugging, Bulma turns her gaze to you. "Wow, did Trunks teach you how to do that?" she asks, pointing to the ball of ki. You smile. "Yeah, just a couple hours ago." "You must be a quick learner," she says, turning towards the hall. "Trunks, would you mind putting the groceries away while I take a look at the fuse box?" Trunks nods, and Bulma sets off in the opposite direction. Grabbing a few of the bags and following Trunks into the kitchen, you set the food down on the countertop and begin to help him put it away. Once you are finished, you turn towards Trunks. "Hey," he says, looking back at you. "Can I ask you something?"...