WARNING: Contains minor sexual situations.

Chapter 4: Making out with the Enemy

Trunks try to pick himself up out of bed, but to no avail. That last bout with the androids left him quite banged up. Seventeen really did a number on both him and his mentor, and left them for dead. Luckily, his mother was able to gather some men and pick them up and fly them back to Capsule Corp. She took them to the medical bay of what's left of Capsule Corp.

Now here he is, hooked up to different machinery trying to recover. While the androids are still out there running amuck. He sat up in the bed and swung his legs over the sides. He then grabbed the IV tubes in an attempt to yank them out.

"What do you think you are doing?" The blue haired woman he calls mother said as she walked in to check on him. His surprised face looked up at his mother.

"Oh..nothing. I just need to…"

"Oh no you're not. You are badly hurt and you almost died." His fiery mother said not giving him a chance to explain. She is well aware by now of his saiyan nature. He thirst for battle and he will break himself in an attempt to defeat his foes. His father was the same. And even though only half of Vegeta's blood flowed through his veins, he has the same pig-headedness. "You are going to sit here until you get better. You understand me young man?" Bulma said waving her finger back and forth in a threatening manner.

"Okay, mom." Trunks hung his head in shame and laid back down in the bed. Even though he is a super-saiyan, his mother still scares the hell out of him. Plus after losing Vegeta to the androids 19 years ago, he was the only thing she had left of him. He's not sure if she could survive her son's death. He can still hear her cry for him at night, even after all these years. He really want to avenge his father, for his mother's sake; but training in this condition doesn't help his situation. Its better if he heal his broken body.

"Now get some rest." Bulma kissed him on his forehead and headed for the door.

"Hey mom?" She stopped and look back at her only son. "How's Gohan doing?" His concern for his mentor was clear in his voice.

"He's pretty banged up, but he's doing well. It's amazing you guys survived." Bulma said swallowing hard. The thought of her only child and her best friend's child going through punishment like that is heartbreaking.

"O…kay." Trunks trailed off in dreamland. Bulma smiled at her son and closed the door behind her. Times like this she wished Goku was still here. All the stress is getting to the cerulean haired woman. She was once bouncy and fiery but now, it is rare for her to even crack a smile. All she dealt with are loss after loss. From Goku dying from his heart attack, to Vegeta meeting his end in battle with the androids. After that, one by one she lost all the people she held dear. Tien, Yamcha, Chiaotzu; her parents. Now she's just a shell of her old self. A woman that toils every day in her lab, trying to invent a device that would turn the tides of the war with the androids. 'Haven't we suffered enough? Haven't we lost enough?' Bulma thought as she signed. The androids have dominated the earth for almost 2 decades now. Why haven't their blood lust been quenched yet? She contemplated as she drank her cup of coffee on her way back to her lab.

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Trunks jumped up in his bed breathing hard and sweaty. He looked around and saw only medical machines, no threats. He laid back down breathing a sigh of relief. It was only a bad dream. He through Seventeen had him by the throat again and was pounding the life out of him. It has only been 36 hours since his near end with the deadly android and now he is having nightmares. He sat there feeling so helpless, all he want to do is train and get stronger. He want to stop the android's reign of terror.

His mind went to the deadly blond that saved his life. He wasn't sure if he should believe what she said to her brother. About not killing him and Gohan because they were their…. play things. That it gives them something to do. The thought ran through his mind over and over again before it started to drive him crazy. He slowly sat up in the bed and disconnected all the instrument he had attached to him. He must be very quiet because he does not wish to alert his mother. She would just send him back to bed. And he would rather face Seventeen again than to face his thoughts.

He realize that he was still wearing his medical garment, so he snuck back to his room to get his usual clothing. He hovered above the floorboard so his mother, where ever she was, would not hear his footsteps. "Good thing she can't sense kii." Trunks chuckle as he entered his room.

He took off the medical garment and threw on his black pants, his black tank top and he purple Capsule Corp jacket. He threw his boots on and jumped out of the window.

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Arriving at his regular training spot by the pond. He removed his jacket and began the painful process of stretching. After completing his stretching, he started to do some warm up exercises. With each punch he threw, he could feel the searing pain rushing through his body like someone was slicing him up with a carving knife.

He manage to get through his warm up exercises without pulling any muscle. He began to conduct his regular training, even though he had not recovered fully yet. His better judgment was telling him to go back to bed and not aggravate any more injuries, but his saiyan blood is boiling after his last defeat. There is no way he was going to sit around and wait for the androids to track them down and kill them. With this new motivation, he punched and kicked even harder, determined to get ready for their next meeting.

After about an hour of solo training, trunks stopped to catch a breather. He stood on the ground, arms to his side breathing heavily. He wanted to take it up a notch. He clenched his fist and bend slightly at the knees as he powered up. White flames of power covered his body, kicking up dirt and debris. Due to his many injuries, his powering up took longer than usual. He kept flickering between white and gold flames. His hair was in its standard super-saiyan form, even though it was still purple.

"AHHHHHH…" He let out as the power surge through his body. Break though as last, as he's finally able to reach super-saiyan. He stood there, fist still clenched and still slightly bend at the knees, body consume by raw golden power. He leapt into the sky and threw a barrage punches at an invisible enemy. He fired a couple more kii blast and directed them at himself. He dodged a number of them and swatted the rest.

This continued with each time Trunks firing more kii blast in an effort to evade them. Still hovering in the air, he kicked and dodged kii blast after kii blast. He fired 14 kii blast, his most yet and prepare to evade them. He counted as he swatted them away. "1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..11..12.…" He looked around frantically for the last two kii blast to no avail. He finally looked up as he own kii blasts came crashing down on top of him. It was too late to avoid them but he blocked it with his arms just as they impacted.

BOOM

It turned out that it was more than what Trunks could bare because the blasts knocked him out of the sky. He changed back to his regular form before he even hit the ground. Trunks hit the ground with a thud and blacked out instantly.

Luckily a nearby spectator saw the whole ordeal and rushed to his rescue. The person scooped him up in their arms and flew away with him.

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Trunks eyes flickered as he struggled to open them. He felt light, lighter than usual. He also feels surprisingly good. He also feels something over his mouth. His confusion increased because he can barely hear anything, almost like he was under water. His eyes darted open in a panic. He was surrounded by water. Is he drowning? He thrashed frantically until he heard a familiar voice.

"Hey….hey…relax." Eighteen said after hearing the commotion from the adjacent room. Trunks had been in the rejuvenation tank for almost four hours. He was badly injured.

Trunks started to calm down once realize what is going on. He was surrounded by some kind of green liquid. If he didn't know any better, he would say it was some kind of lime juice. The thing on his mouth was a breathing apparatus because he tasted fresh oxygen. So if he was drowning, that would have not been on his face. He narrowed his gaze at the woman who most likely put him inside this thing.

"There is a microphone in your breathing tube, so I can hear you." She said after seeing the confused look on his face.

"What is this stuff, and what am I doing in here?" He said over the many beeping sounds.

"You don't remember?" It was more of a rhetorical question but she waited for a response none-the-less.

"I remember that I was training." He said in a stubborn fashion, indicative of an immature teenager.

"Yeah, well you blasted yourself to hell. Luckily I was…..passing by and I saw you unconscious." She made sure she chose her words carefully, not wanting to seem too interested or like a stalker. "So now you're in my rejuvenation tank, which is where you've been for…" She looked at the time on one of the instrument panels. "….the last three plus hours."

"Oh. I guess I kind of over did it." He said holding his head down in shame.

"That's an understatement." She said walking over to the tank, looking on as he sulk in shame. "What were you thinking?" She ask rhetorically, but still waiting for a response.

His head shot up immediately. "When can I get out of here?" He asked not having a response for her last question.

Eighteen walked back over to the panels and pressed some buttons. "You are supposed to be in there for another two hours, but your signs are looking good."

"Well I want to get out of here. I'm getting claustrophobic and seas sick." Trunks said impatiently.

"Fine, stupid brat. Go a head and hurt yourself again, see if I care." Eighteen said with a flash of anger in her eyes. She then press a big red button. A beeping sound commenced, almost like a countdown. When the beeping stop, all the water in the rejuvenation tank receded. With no healing liquid to support his weight, Trunks fell to his hands and knees still feeling a little weak. Most of his soreness and bruises are gone. He stood up, fully erect.

Eighteen's face glowed a bright red and she tore her eyes off the naked demi-saiyan. Trunks looked down realizing that he was not wearing any clothes and that he was erect. He blushed himself a bit before his pants came flying in his face.

"Here." Eighteen said stubbornly. She walked out of the medical bay towards a metal reinforced door. She punched some buttons on the panel and the door swooshed open. "There is some food in the kitchen if you're hungry." She said stubbornly.

Trunks threw his pants on and walked into the room after the deadly blonde. He watched her ample rear-end sway stubbornly as she walked. The room led him to a hallway and which led to the kitchen. There were assorted food all over the counters. He looked at the food and instantly he stomach growled audibly. He blushed with embarrassment. He had not eaten since his fight with Seventeen. He was being fed via IV tube back at Capsule Corp medical bay. So his stomach had not consumed anything.

He looked at her, then back at the food, then back at her. "Is it poisoned?" He asked fool-heartedly. She look at him and cleared her throat.

"Well that makes sense now doesn't it, poison you after healing you." She replied sarcastically. Trunks reached out for an apple and bit into it.

She headed towards the door. "Plus, if I wanted to poison you, why in the world would I tell you." She winked at him and walked out of the kitchen. Trunks swallowed hard with a childishly look of horror on his face.

After 10 minutes, Trunks walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He was full. There, Eighteen sat on the couch with her legs up on the center table. She moved over in an attempt to allow Trunks a seat next to her. He obliged. They sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes. Trunks spoke first.

"So…I was just wondering..."

"What?" She replied before he could finished.

"Why did you help me?" He asked not sure what answer to expect.

"I don't know….. I just couldn't leave you….there to …die." Her words seem very difficult for her to say.

"But you kill other people all the time." Trunks blurted out as a matter of factly.

"I DON'T KNOW. YOU'RE DIFFERENT OKAY." She said angrily, jumped up out of her seat and moved to the other side of the room. She glared at Trunks for making her admit her feelings. Feelings she had been struggling with for years now.

"Is that a fact? So tell me. How am I different?" Trunks asked. He walked over to where she was and looked in her eyes, trying to make sure she wasn't lying.

"I…don't… know. Why are you asking all these questions?" She said, stating to get irritated.

"I just want to know if I'm just something to entertain you and your brother?" Trunks asked while closing the gap between them.

"What? Yes…I mean no..." She said nervously. She is painfully aware of their close proximity.

"Why should I believe you?" He asked. They were equals in height, so he looked straight in her eyes.

"Well….I saved…your life on a number of occasions. Since you were a small child. I saved your life the other day when my brother was going to blast you into the next dimension." She realize the wall was behind her and he was very close in front of her. She couldn't escape if she wanted to. Not that she wants to.

"I that so? Well it seems that I owe you a great debt. So how should I repay it?" Trunks said and he leaned in and captured her lips in a lingering kiss. She was frozen at first but he put his hand on her back to give her some encouragement. She returned his kiss. Their lips locked for what seemed like an eternity.

They broke apart only to breathe. "How was that?" Trunks said in between kisses.

"It's…a... start." She replied. "Ahh." She yelped as Trunks scooped her up in his arms. He knew this is wrong, but nothing about it felt wrong. In fact it was quite the opposite. She arms wrapped around his neck and his hands firmly on her ample buttocks. Her warm and inviting lips. Their lips locked in a battle for domination. All the friends he and Gohan had lost, must be rolling in their graves right now. Here he was, making out with the enemy.

They were so busy exploring each other's mouths, that they didn't hear the door open and the dark haired figure approach the living room.

::::: So here is chapter 4, hope you like it.