"This is fucking insane!" I cried as Trunks finished explaining his confrontation to Cell. "Just go kill him now? Why wait until he get's stronger? This is suicide!"

"We don't have a choice," Trunks said. "We're not strong enough to beat Cell, we need the time to train."

"Train? You're about to drop!" I cried, my hands grabbing the shoulder bands of his armor and pulling him close. He turned his eyes away from me and I sunk heavily into the couch behind me. I felt like slapping some sense into both him and Vegeta for their foolishness. Trunks swayed on his feet and I quickly stood to catch him.

"Come on," I said. "Let's get you changed." He nodded and followed me into one of the bed rooms Dr. Briefs had showed me. I closed the door and quickly pulled out a change of clothes for him and one for myself. I helped him slide the armor over his head then worm out of the spandex. Seeing him naked was nothing new for me. When we were younger we had bathed together and as we got older, the thought of being modest around one another had never occurred to us.

I quickly stripped off my own clothes, pausing as I saw him watching me.

"What?" I asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.

"I just missed you," he said with a smile. I chuckled and opened my arms to him, an invitation him immediately took, pressing his naked body against my own. I tilted my head back to look at him and grinned.

"You are taller," I said. "It's not fair." He laughed and pulled me closer, my breast crushed against his hard chest.

"I'd say I suffered for it," he teased. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself as physically close to him as I could. His hands moved down my back, cupping my bottom and lifting me up until my legs wrapped around his waist. He dropped back on the bed behind him, holding me in his lap, our bodies pressed together so firmly there was no space between us. My name was whispered in an almost pleading tone and I hushed him with a gentle stroke to his loose locks.

"I know," I said. I turned my head and pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. He turned his head, allowing his lips to brush over mine in a passionless kiss. I felt his hands grope around the bed before finding the shirt I had gotten out for myself. He slipped it over my head, his hands trailing down my skin before it was covered. I did the same, letting my fingers familiarize themselves with the new muscles on his chest and stomach. The shirt I wore drooped off my shoulders, leaving my neck and clavicle bared and I felt his lips brush over them both before his fingers followed. I moved my own hands up his arms, giving a gentle squeeze to the bulky biceps before moving to his shoulders, then his corded neck and finally weaving my fingers into his hair. He sighed and moved his mouth gently down my chest, nosing aside my shirt as I felt the gentle brush of his lips between my breast. I leaned back to give him room, feeling him turn his head and press his ear to my chest, listening to my heart beat.

"Trunks," I breathed.

"I know," he said, turning and laying me down on the bed. He reached for the shorts I have pulled out, sliding them over my hips before retrieving his own pants and slipping them on. I watched as he moved back to the bed, bridging his body over my own before lowering himself gently, allowing me to adjust to the weight of his body on my own. I wrapped my legs around his ribs as he settled his head on my chest once more and tucked his arms under my back. I felt him shift, before he sat back and stared down at me intently.

"I can't..." he began.

"Then don't," I replied.

"I'll hurt you," he said, distressed.

"Never," I replied. "You could never hurt me." With a strangled cry he seized me around the waist and hauled me into his lap once more, crushing our bodies together almost painfully, his face nestled in my neck. I felt his lips part as he panted before his mouth opened wider and he sucked on the skin there, causing me to shift at the warring feelings the action invoked within my body. His hands moved to my back, slipping under my shirt. I felt his blunt nails drag down my back, parting the skin there so it bled. I made no sound at the sting, only twisting one hand in his hair while the other reached down the wide neck of his shirt to dig my nails into his muscled back. His hands moved more forcefully over my body, grabbing my hips and pulling them flush against his own, securing my legs around him more and grabbing my wrists to pull them to his mouth so he could nip at them with his sharp canine teeth. I felt his tongue lap at my pulse points, feeling the blood rush through them and taking in my scent. Finally he pinned me to the bed, his mouth descending on mine, crushing our lips together in a closed mouth kiss before pulling back to kiss along my jaw, nose and eyes. I knew this deep seated need of his. We had felt it once before when 17 had kidnapped me for the sole purpose to torment Trunks further. When Trunks had retrieved me after months apart, we had acted solely on instinct, our need for each other bordering on sexual as we tried to sate the swelling desire in us to somehow become closer than was physically possible.

I kissed him back, knowing this was no a kiss of sexual desire but more a way to achieve a closeness we couldn't find as separate people. He groaned in frustration as he pulled away enough to talk, his lips still against mine.

"It's not enough," he said, his hands frantically stroking over my body. "I can't...I can't get close enough. I can't...I can't control..."

"Yes you can," I said.

"I love you," he sighed as I moved my hand to cup his cheek.

"I love you," I replied. I felt him shudder as he violently pushed back the feral part of him that demanded something neither of us could ever name and relaxed against my body. We lay like that for a moment, entwined around each other before he pulled back.

"Let's go join the others," he said. "I'll probably pass out on the floor, but at least they won't think..."

"...We're humping like rabbits," I finished with a grin. He chuckled and bent down again, kissing me once more before pulling me with him off the bed. I laced my fingers with his as we walked out into the main sitting area where we were greeted by the group as they sat about, eating and watching T.V. Vegeta cast us a strange look, rolling his eyes slightly. I had no doubt he could tell we reeked of each other, something Gohan had often commented on with a teasing lilt to his voice. We moved to the spot in front of the television, both of us laying on our stomachs as we watched Krillian flipped through the channels, searching for the broadcast Cell had promised. I snuggled under Trunks' arm, letting my eyes drift closed, lulled by the familiar scent of my twin, my best friend, my soul mate. He cradled me against him, stroking my hair as he fought to keep his eyes open.

"Trunks, you're sure Cell said he'd appear on T.V with more details, right?" Krillian asked.

"Yes, positive," Trunks said, casting his gaze briefly on the other man. I whimpered softly and Trunks held me closer, moving one of his legs between my own to twine our bodies more.

"You two are really close," Krillian commented. I felt myself dozing off, the sound of Trunks' heart beat a lullaby to my tired ears. I shifted as I heard an argument breakout between Yamcha, Krillian and Vegeta, scowling and gripping Trunks tighter.

"Dad, stop," Trunks said in a tired plea. I was surprised to find it was a plea the Prince respected, falling silent and pointedly ignoring the two human warriors. The last thing I heard before I dropped off to sleep was Vegeta move closer to us and say in a low voice;

"When you two are done with your little nap, we need to talk."