A Chance of a Lifetime – Chapter 16
Trista glanced up from her book Goku had given her as someone knocked on her door. She settled it on the bed in front of her crossed legs, sitting Indian style.
"Come in."
She smiled a little as Trunks stepped through, holding a medium sized wrapped square in his hand. He closed the door behind him, plopping on the bed. She waited for her body to stop swaying before saying anything.
"Watcha got!?" she asked, watching with slight interest as he fidgeted a little. A moment later rolling her eyes as he blushed. He handed the present to her, not looking up.
"I hope you like it," he mumbled, watching as she tore the wrapping off.
She paused as the picture inside the glass came into view, staring intently down at it. She lifted her head to study the boy on the bed.
"Is this...me and you?"
She watched him slowly nod, before looking back down at it. It was herself, older of course, holding a newborn. She was looking down at the infant, smiling, while the little baby was waving it's arms, touching her face. Trista could feel tears well up. She sniffled.
"Thank you," she whispered, reaching over and hugging him. Trunks hugged her back, beaming.
"I'm glad you like it," he stated, twiddling his thumbs together.
"You didn't think I would like it!? Are you kidding!? It's me holding you as a baby! Of course I'm going to love it!"
She hugged him again, a smile appearing. She propped it up on her nightstand, turning back towards the young man on her bed. He was studying her.
"What?" she asked, watching with slight confusion as a sly smile appeared.
"You're going to love your next gift," Trunks stated, crossing his arms.
Trista raised an eyebrow. "Really? From who?"
Trunks just smiled, and giving her another hug, got up and left.
She watched him, a little confused. "Everyone already gave me something," she said softly, shrugging after a moment and returning to her book.
Someone knocked on her door again later that night, when she was fixing to lay down. Sighing she got up, and opened the door. Her eyes widened.
"Hey," she said softly, watching the man enter. She studied him for another moment before shutting her bedroom door. He crossed his arms, walking towards the window.
"I was expecting Trunks," she said, sitting on the edge of her bed.
Vegeta looked over at her, slowly walking towards her, when his eyes landed on the picture on her nightstand. He stopped beside her, studying it. She looked at it for a moment, then at him. After a few minutes, he looked back at her, seeming to be thinking about something. Trista quirked a brow at him.
He thrust his hand out, holding it towards her. She looked down. He was holding a necklace in his palm. She glanced up at him, then back to the necklace. Trista slowly reached up and took it out of his hand, studying it. Vegeta crossed his arms again, watching her. She looked it over, running a finger along the diamonds and design before holding it back out to him.
"It's beautiful," she said softly, holding it up to him. She watched in slight confusion as he grunted, turning away. Her brows rose as he walked towards the door, opening it.
"Don't you want the necklace back?" Trista asked gently, watching him pause in the doorway.
"It's yours, woman," he said softly, not turning as he shut the door behind him.
Trista looked down at the ring in shock, then back to the closed door. She slowly smiled.
"Thank you," she whispered, clutching the ring in her palm.
She could have sworn she heard him grunt on the other side of the door.
She changed into her blue training outfit, pausing and fiddling with the necklace hanging from her neck. She was still a little surprised Vegeta had given it to her. This must have been what Trunks was talking about! Vegeta must have shown him this! She smiled a little, knowing how hard it must have been for the prince to come and give this to her. It was sweet! That man isn't as hard as he lets everyone think he is! Her smile turned into a full blown grin, looking down at the ring around the delicate chain. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, and it looked expensive. Kinda still wandering where he got it, she pulled on her boots, stepping out of her room to see Trunks waiting for her. They quickly made their way downstairs.
Everyone else was already in the kitchen, eating breakfast as they walked in. Trista made herself a plate, quickly sitting down next to the young man and diving in. She glanced up as the door swung open, smiling as Vegeta and Goku came in. Goku smiled back, while Vegeta just paused for a moment, studying her before turning and making himself something to eat. She snorted to herself, rolling her eyes at his apparent uncaring attitude. She felt the necklace against her skin, underneath her shirt. She knew he wasn't as bias as he acted. They quickly finished their breakfast, hurrying to the training pod before the two men could beat them. She walked in behind her son, taking it in stride now to be thinking that. It will just hurt my brain to stress over that all the time. Might as well just go with the flow. Besides, it makes Trunks happier, and he needs a little happiness in his life right now. She powered up, watching Trunks do the same.
They sparred for a while, taking a break after about three hours. She was currently sitting cross legged on the floor, Trunks across from her, doing the same. They were slowly drinking their water, staying in compatible silence for the moment. She hesitated before speaking.
"Trunks," she said softly, watching him lift an eyebrow when she didn't say anything else.
She opened her mouth, before closing it. Trista furrowed her brows, studying the floor for a moment before meeting his gaze.
"What was I talking about on that video? When I said Goku would love what I taught you?"
Trunks grinned. "Oh, that!" He stood up, putting two fingers to his forehead. "This!" he stated, before disappearing.
Trista's eyes widened, blinking at the spot the young man was just at. She jumped a little as he appeared, a cake in one hand.
"Let me guess," she said sarcastically, her eyes wide, "You went to the kitchen."
Trunks just smiled, taking a bite of the pink thing. He waved for her to stand up.
"You want to learn it?"
She slowly nodded, her eyes narrowing on him after a moment.
"Tell me how you do it first," she demanded, folding her arms.
"Well," he said around a mouthful of cake, "I just concentrate on the energy I want to go to, then transport myself."
Trista made a small sound, studying him. "Do it again," she commanded, her eyes intent on the young man.
Trunks grinned again, swiping his hands together to get rid of the crumbs, before putting two fingers to his forehead again and disappearing within seconds. She kept her gaze focused on the spot, waiting for him to appear again.
He did after a moment, smiling at her. She raised a brow, thinking.
"You want me to teach you?" Trunks asked, watching in amusement as she thought it over.
"You do it like this?" she asked softly, putting two fingers to her forehead.
And to his astonishment, she disappeared.
She appeared in between Vegeta and Goku, the two men sparring, smirking a little as she looked at both of them, before doing it again and appearing back in front of Trunks. She slowly grinned at the expression on his face.
"You...how...that was fast!" the young man said, his voice squeaking.
She let out a snort of laughter, a hand coming up to cover it.
There was a banging on the pod door. Trunks slowly went to go answer it, still looking in shock at the young woman standing across the room. Vegeta and Goku stood on the other side, lifting a brow at the boys' astonished face.
"What's going on?" Goku asked, both men looking from Trunks' face to Trista, who had a satisfied smirk on her lips.
"I...um. You remember the technique I was supposed to show you Goku?" Trunks said slowly. They all watched the man nod.
"Weeeellll..." the young man said, pointing at the woman in the room. "Mom just...learned it within seconds!" he squeaked.
They all watched her smile, amusement in her eyes. "Why is that shocking? How long did it take you?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"Um, Mom! It took both of us in my time months to learn it!" he said loudly.
She smirked, a grin appearing. "Well, now it took less time for me this time around!"
The men studied her in surprise, before turning towards Trunks.
"Show us this technique!" Vegeta demanded, narrowing his eyes at the boy.
Trunks continued to stare at Trista, his mouth open a little before slowly smiling. His eyes lit up.
"Why don't you teach them mom! You taught me!"
They listened to her grunt, narrowing her eyes at Trunks. "Why me!?"
She crossed her arms."I just learned it!" she stated, walking up to them.
"Yeah, but you did it so fast!"
She scowled at him, frowning. "You teach them boy!" she snickered. "Since you're a fast teacher, you can handle it," Trista said, punching him in the shoulder before walking out of the training pod.
They all watched her leave.
Bulma was making lunch when she walked into the kitchen.
"Hey Blue! What's for lunch?" Trista asked, slowly walking up to the woman.
She smiled when Bulma narrowed her eyes at her. "Why? Are you gonna help?"
"Sure!" she said, just to see the surprise on the woman's face. Trista smirked, grabbing the vegetables and quickly chopping them and putting them into the massive pot. That done, she helped Bulma flour the chicken, before laying them into the frying pan. Listening to the sizzle as the meat cooked, she leaned over, stirring the pot for the woman as Bulma went to go wash her hands. Her necklace fell out of her shirt.
"What is that?" Bulma asked, eying the piece of jewelry. She watched Trista glance down, biting her lip and flushing slightly before quickly putting it back in her top.
"Nothing," she said quietly, a hand pressed against her shirt, as if to hold the ring in place. "Its...just a necklace."
Bulma reached over and took it back out, ignoring the girls' scowl. She studied the ring, a brow lifting after a moment. She raised her head to meet the young woman's eyes.
"Where did you get it?" the blue haired scientist asked, watching with slight amusement as Trista's gaze went to the stove. She firmly grabbed it out of Bulma's hand, careful not to break the chain, and put it back underneath her clothing.
"It was a gift," the younger woman stated, not meeting Bulma's gaze. She stirred the pot, trying to ignore the nosy woman beside her.
"From who?"
Trista narrowed her eyes, turning and glaring at the woman. "You're so damn nosy!" Her eyes narrowed even more when Bulma grinned. "Blue," she warned, "pay attention to the food!"
She watched Bulma glance at the stove, then back at her, still smiling. "You're doing a great job! No need for me to. So! Was it a present from a guy!?" Her smile widened as Trista seemed to glare at her harder.
"It was! Tell me!"
Trista didn't say anything, just rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the food cooking. Bulma huffed, yanking on the girls' sleeve. She waited for her to look at her before speaking again.
"Tell me!" Bulma whined, pouting a little. "I haven't seen no guys around! Did you meet someone in the city!" she asked excitedly. This girl hardly leaves! Who did she meet that would give her something like that? She watched the girl scowl at her again.
"No Blue!" Trista said loudly, stepping away from her. "Now mind your own business, or I'll go to your lab and disable all your computers!"
Bulma pouted, crossing her arms. "You can't do that!" she paused as the young woman slowly smiled. "Can you!?"
She listened to the woman snicker. "Ask me again and find out!"
Bulma scowled at her, grunting and turning to stand beside her at the stove.
"Fine! Be that way!" she said loudly, trying to ignore the chuckle coming from the young woman beside her.
Bulma glared at her for a moment before turning and leaving the kitchen, yelling over her shoulder that she was going to get something from the pantry.
Trista watched her leave, sighing as she turned back to the stove, flipping the chicken and listening to the silence.
"Why didn't you tell the woman it was from me?"
She jumped, whirling around.
Vegeta was behind her, leaning against the door frame. He was studying her.
"Well," Trista said slowly. "I didn't know if you were wanting anyone to know," she explained, looking at him with slightly widened eyes. She listened to him grunt, before straightening up and walking towards her. He kept his arms crossed, his eyes on her face. He stopped a foot away from her, studying her for another moment before slowly reaching forward. He took the necklace out of her shirt, letting the ring lay in his palm for a moment before meeting her eyes. He let it drop, stepping forward a little.
Trista could feel her heart pounding. She swallowed, feeling the heat coming off him as he stepped closer to her. Her eyes widened as he bent down.
The prince kissed her, barely touching her lips with his before slowly straightening back up. He watched her face flush bright red. He grunted, turning and walking towards the kitchen door.
"You can tell whoever you choose," he stated softly, before going through the door, not looking back.
Trista stared wide eyed at the swinging door, blinking. She was still staring when Bulma came through a few minutes later. The blue haired woman paused, looking at Trista's flushed face.
"What's the matter!?" she asked, watching the young woman jerk to attention, blinking at her for a moment before clearing her throat, turning back to the stove.
There was a moment of silence before Trista spoke. "Nothing," she said softly, staring down at the frying chicken. Bulma raised a brow, but didn't comment.
She looked at Trista again, setting the seasoning down on the counter and leaning against it. She narrowed her eyes at the girl. The necklace was out of her shirt again, her cheeks red, a surprised look still on her face.
"Trista," Bulma said suddenly.
She watched the girls' head jerk up. "Huh?" Trista said, seeming to not even notice the woman beside her as she stared at her.
"Are you okay?" Bulma asked softly, watching as the young woman's gaze slid away, her face flushing again before she spoke.
"I'm fine, Blue," Trista stated softly, stirring the pot of vegetables for a moment before looking at the woman, slowly smiling.
"Never better," she said, her tone lighter. She grinned again, ignoring the blue haired woman as she raised an eyebrow.
I just had my first kiss! And from a prince! Yeah, she was pretty happy at the moment.
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