The Bond

by DBZHakushoMoonBop

Trunks and I had always been oddly close, never questioning our strange friendship until we traveled to the past where a series of events caused us to come to terms with what we had always felt. One cannot live without the other.

8. Chapter 8

I strolled around the Hyperbolic Time chamber, taking in the accommodations. I heard the door close behind me, but didn't bother to turn around.

"I still say..." Trunks began.

"I know," I said. "But I'm here now." Trunks sighed and moved further into the room.

"Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, training area," he pointed out. I nodded.

"I'll start dinner," I said.

"I'm going to train, then," he said, moving towards the training area. I grinned, reaching out and landing a sound smack on his bottom as he started to walk away from me. He jumped and turned to stare at me with wide eyes.

"You know you're glad I'm here," I said. "You get someone to cook and clean for you." He stared at me for a long moment before a smile broke out on his face. He strolled over to me, wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me high in the air, spinning me around.

"I am glad," he said. "Angry, but still glad." He dropped a loud wet kiss on my cheek and set me on the ground before heading to the training area.