Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 11

She ran. She didn't know exactly where she was, but had kept moving until she couldn't breath no more, before finally resting against a tree, her head bent, hands rested on her knees. She didn't see the ground in front of her. Her mind was playing back all the memories about her parents. The summer vacations, the first days of school, the loving family atmosphere that had enveloped them throughout her childhood. She had never felt like an outsider. Had never felt any reason to question her parentage.

It was all a lie.

She felt a sob escape her. She stood up, leaning her head against the bark, thinking about all the chances they had to tell her their little secret, and didn't. Anger rose up for a moment before it was gone. It isn't their fault, they raised me like one of their own! Her name was even a lie. Trista slid down the bark, sitting on the roots lifted above the ground. She hugged her knees to her chest, burying her face. She sobbed again, feeling more lost than when she stepped into this weird universe.

Who am I!?

Someone was watching her. She could feel their steady gaze on her bent head. She looked up. Goku stood three feet away from her, studying her with his dark gaze. She sighed, not really caring if he saw the tear stains on her cheeks or not. She looked away, resting her head on her knees, looking towards the space where the trees thinned out. Trista saw the square, barely picking out the fountain that had captured her attention the other day. Was it just a few days ago!?

"Are you okay?" Goku's voice was gentle.

She didn't move. Didn't respond.

She heard him move, a second later feeling his body heat as he sat beside her. She squeezed her eyes shut. She jumped when he laied his hand on her thigh. She looked over, glancing at him before looking pointedly at his hand. He didn't move it. She laied her hand on his, bent on moving it, when he squeezed. She gasped as a tingle ran up her leg, settling in her abdomen. Her face heated. She grabbed his wrist, and tried to move it. It was like trying to move a boulder! Damn! Now he comes on to me! When I've had the biggest shock of my life? Men are weird!

She lifted her gaze to his. He was studying her intently.

"Goku-"

He kissed her. And not just a peck on the lips! This man was all tongue and lips and teeth! Yowza!

They both groaned, before she felt him move, forcing her back until her body lay on the ground. He leaned half over her. His face flushed, he looked down at her.

"What are you doing?" Trista whispered.

Goku didn't answer. Just swooped in for another kiss. She whimpered, feeling his body heat above her, and the cold ground beneath her. Trista felt him grab the back of her head, tilting her head a little to deepen the kiss. A tingle ran down her body to settle between her legs. She started squirming.

You've got to stop! Her mind shouted.

Trista jerked back, her head hitting the ground as she tried to extract herself from Goku. He tried to follow her.

"Goku!"

He stopped, a hairs breath away. "What?" Goku whispered, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. She shivered. Taking this as a positive sign, he captured her lips again. She moaned a second time, it taking a few seconds for her to start thinking again. She pushed on his shoulder's.

"Goku!"

He grunted, roaming his gaze down her body.

"Get up."

Goku's gaze shot to hers. He quickly sat up, seeming to come out of some kind of spell. She slowly sat up after him, gazing at him warily as she stood, brushing the dirt and leaves off her clothes.

"I'm not going to ask," she said, studying the man. "I'm just gonna chalk it up to you being weird. Again."

Trista watched as he slowly got to his feet, stepping towards her until his body heat enveloped her. He raised his hand towards her head. She tensed. He pulled a leaf out of her hair, twirling it for a moment before letting it float back to the forest floor. She felt her face burn.

"I'm leaving." She turned around.

Goku reached out and caught her pant loop, dragging her back against him, wrapping his arm around her waist. She shivered at the heat coming off him.

"I'll take you back home, okay?" he whispered.

She closed her eyes as she felt his breath hit her neck. She could feel him studying her profile. She opened her eyes, barely nodding. She tensed as he put two fingers to his forehead.

They were gone.

Bulma was sitting on her bed when they appeared back in her room. Oh, Shit! She looked surprised, studying Trista's face before moving to Goku's.

"Where have you..."

Her gaze went to Goku's arm, still wrapped around Trista's waist.

"...been?"

Trista felt her face flame, putting a hand on Goku's arm, silently asking him to remove it. He didn't budge. Does he want me to die of mortification!? She nudged him with her elbow. He ignored it.

"Why do you want to know?" Goku asked, not looking at Trista.

Bulma's surprised face met Trista's own. What the hell! She shot a confused look at him. He didn't look at her.

"Goku, what are you doing?" Trista asked, trying to extract herself from the steel band around her waist. "Let me go."

He tightened his hold, looking at Bulma, seeming totally oblivious at her attempts at escape. Bulma studied them, wide eyed.

"Goku?" Bulma narrowed her eyes at him.

He immediately dropped his arm, laughing a little and rubbing the back of his head.

"No big deal! I was just making sure Trista got home safe. I gotta go check on Gohan! Bye!"

Shocked faces followed him out the door. Bulma looked back at Trista, studying her for a moment before stepping closer. She reached up and touched Trista's hair.

"What are you doing?" She eyed Bulma curiously.

Bulma didn't say anything. She lowered her hand, and held up a twig. Trista felt her face flame. The blue haired woman coughed to hid a smile, studied her for a moment, then left the room.

Trista threw herself face down on her bed, burying her face in her pillow. Now she thinks I'm a slut! Great going, you idiot!