Months passed in the Time Chamber, falling into a comfortable rhythm. He would spend hours training while I cooked or swept the rubble out of the living space. A few times I ventured out into the training area as well. At first the intense gravity had inhibited my movements, but I soon became used to it and was able to give Trunks a sparring partner. I may not have been able to match his strength in even my wildest dreams, but I was much faster than him in his max form.
I now darted around the area, dressed in only a thin tank and underwear, trying to keep well out of his reach. The heat in the chamber was unreal at times, forcing me to strip down to maintain my body temperature. Trunks seemed unaffected by it, something I attributed to the saya-jin part of him.
"Too slow!" I taunted as I spun just out of his grip. He growled and lunged for me, his bulky arms trying to enclose around me. I placed my hands on his shoulders and flipped over him, flying off in a random direction.
"You little..." he snarled at my teasing.
"Oh please," I purred. "Talk dirty to me. It turns me on." Trunks groaned and flew after me. I giggled and doubled back, my body skimming just over his back. As I did, I hooked my fingers in his spandex pants and pulled them down to his ankles, taking off towards the living space. Trunks kicked off the garment and chased after me, pushing his bulky body faster. I felt him stop several feet behind me and turned, looking at him. I grinned at the sight of him without his pants on.
"So that's what a super saya-jin cock looks like," I teased.
"Impressed?" Trunks shot back.
"Meh," I shrugged.
"You know you want it," Trunks jabbed.
"Oh, dying for it," I said, my words dripping with sarcasm. He laughed and powered down, his body loosing it's bulk. Before I could move, he was in front of me, his arms around my waist.
"I could change that, sis," he said, his lips hovering over mine. I laughed, looking up into his eyes. What I saw there caused me to pause.
"Trunks?" I asked. His hand skimmed down my side, cupping my thigh and pulling my leg up to his hip. He bent forward, his tongue skimming along my bottom lip.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He stopped and looked down at me, suddenly confused.
"I don't know," he said, drifting back from me. "Maybe this is what father was talking about." I gave a nervous laugh and allowed my body to drift down to the ground.
"Well, it's nothing," I said. "Let's go eat, then you need a bath." He chuckled and nodded, following me into the kitchen where stacks of food waited for us. I moved to the stove, opening it and pulling out a massive roasted meat and setting it on the counter. I carved it up while Trunks began to polish off bowels of rice and vegetables. When I was done, I set the plate on the table and began to prepare my own small plate, well, small compared to his. I did eat a good amount because of the fighting, but my appetite was nothing compared to that of the saya-jins.
I finished my meal and went to draw a nice hot bath while Trunks finished the food. I quickly stripped my own clothes and used the hose to wash the dirt and sweat from my skin and hair before sliding into the hot water of the tub. A moment later Trunks came in, quickly stripping off the soiled garment and scrubbing the dirt from his body.
"I'll wash your outfit," I said, leaning against the side of the tub. He nodded and began washing his hair. I giggled and reached over, replacing his hands with my own, scratching lightly at his scalp as I worked the soap into the lavender locks.
"Your hair's getting long again," I said. "I like it better this way, though."
"Do you?" Trunks asked, glancing over his shoulder.
"Mhm, makes you look like a rock star," I told him. He laughed and rolled his eyes, reaching for the hose.
"Don't tell my father that," he chuckled.
"Because I have so many heart to heart's with Vegeta," I sneered.
"He is difficult," Trunks sighed.
"Difficult?" I parroted. "Trunks, 'difficult' doesn't even begin to cover it! He's a selfish, arrogant asshole!"
"He's not that bad," Trunks defended. "He did warn us about..." Trunks motioned between us. I scoffed.
"Probably because he couldn't stand to see his offspring acting so human."
"Mom always said he was a difficult man to understand," Trunks said.
"I think it's rather easy," I said.
"Just give him a chance," Trunks begged. I sighed and cast my gaze at my friend.
"Fine," I bit out. Trunks smiled and climbed into the tub.
"So, have you thought about it since he said something?" Trunks asked.
"You know I have," I said. "I keep trying to think of a moment when we accidentally bonded, or formed a half bond, but I come up with nothing."
"Neither do I," Trunks confessed. I huffed and leaned back against the side of the tub.
"Do you feel any different towards me?" I asked.
"I feel..." Trunks paused, searching for the right words. "Needy."
"Needy?" I asked.
"Since we spent that year apart, it's this desire to...I don't know..." He ran his fingers through his wet hair. "It was the same when 17 took you."
I looked down at the water as I recalled those terrible events.
I had been out getting groceries, the town I had traveled to supposedly far from the Androids latest attacks. I piled the items into the car, using it instead of flying because of the sheer amount of things I had gotten.
"Well, lookie here," came a voice from behind me. I froze, fear quickly becoming a palpable thing.
"Doesn't this little one look familiar?"
"Mhm, she's with that purple haired kid and the one armed man. Well, she was, until we killed him."
"Bastards..." I hissed. A hand came up, brushing my hair back from my shoulder.
"And she's getting food, how cute."
"It's been a while since I had a good meal, since you keep killing all the damn cooks, sis."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch. Just kill her 17."
"Now now. Let's not be too hasty. Like I said, I haven't had a good meal in a while. And taking her will surely drive that boy insane. It's been awhile since we've had some fun."
"You're not serious?"
"Why not? I'm hungry and bored. She may prove to be entertaining." I shuddered as the hand moved over my shoulder left bare by my tank top. The skin was surprisingly warm.
"Oh look, she's trembling!" I spun around to see 17 directly behind me and 18 standing a few feet away, regarding her brother with disgust.
"What do you say, girl?" 17 asked. "Want to come home with me?" I sneered, powering up and directing a Ki blast to his face. The back lash pushed me into the car and I quickly ascended into the sky, intent on making a quick escape. Hands gripped me around the waist and I turned my head to see 17 behind me, his grip literal steel around my body.
"That wasn't nice," he taunted. "I just want a little company."
"Go to hell," I spat.
"Oh! Fiesty!" he laughed. "But I'm bored of your struggles. Say Goodnight." His hand delivered a swift chop to the back of my neck and I felt darkness quickly descend.