"Is it time?" Halley asked in a dull tone when she heard Trunks walk up behind her.
"Time?" Trunks asked, crouching next to Halley, confused.
He, however, got it as soon as she looked at him.
"It's time to come inside. You can take a shower, dry off, and put on clean, dry clothes so you don't become any sicker than you already are." Trunks explained, feeling her forehead to feel she was a little warm.
Trunks didn't have to feel her forehead to tell she wasn't well; her face was flushed.
Halley stared at him with big, confused brown eyes, causing Trunks to sigh.
"Hold still." Trunks plainly said before gently pushing her to the ground.
He then climbed on top of her, straddling her waist with his hands on either side of her head.
From the moment Trunks started hovering over her, Halley tightly shut her eyes before tears slowly started leaking down her cheeks.
Not only that, but Trunks could hear her heartbeat rapidly pick up—and her breath hitched a few times.
And—as hard as she tried, she couldn't stop her whimpers from escaping her lips.
Once again, Trunks sighed; this time, leaning down so that his lips were by her right ear.
"You're not ready. I will NOT force or make you have sex when you're not ready. And I will not take advantage of you." Trunks seriously whispered into her ear.
Her eyes snapped open in confusion just before he pulled away to look at her.
"Trunks! You could at least bring her inside!" Bulma yelled from the backdoors.
"Atta boy!" Vegeta exclaimed, standing next to Bulma.
Trunks hung his head in shame or embarrassment after his parents called to him.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned and dried off. And as crazy as they are, my parents are good people—they don't bite." Trunks calmly said, reaching his hand down to her as he stood up; she took it, and up she went.
"Oh, but fair warning: get ready for some yelling." Trunks warned as they started walking back inside.
Trunks's P.O.V.:
"Trunks, what were you thinking? She's already not feeling well. If you do that kind of stuff outside, in the rain, her condition will get even worse." Mom started lecturing me as soon as we got inside.
"I know Mom—and it's not what you think. I'll explain later. Please, follow me. Do you have any pajamas in your bag?" I mumbled before asking Halley; she nodded her head.
"Ok… Ok, let's go." I said, looking for where her bag was set. Once I found it, I led her to the bathroom.
"I didn't hear any marking going on out there!" Dad yelled as we started walking away.
"Not now, Dad!" I yelled back, annoyed.
"Ok—I'd let you take a bath, but it's late. Jeez… I didn't think it was that late." I said, looking at a clock; it read: 1:42 AM.
'What's a bath—and why would I take it?' I heard Halley ask, looking around.
"You don't know what any of this is, do you?" I asked, looking at her, realizing I never saw a bathroom inside the house. I did, however, see something that looked like an outhouse through one of the windows.
I didn't see a kitchen either.
I saw three bedrooms, a hallway, and the living area.
She shook her head, no.
"Ok. So, I won't make you—but it would be nice if you talked to me. You have a pretty voice—even telepathically speaking." I said, looking at her.
And I wasn't lying; she really did have a pretty voice. Maybe it's because of the situation she was put in, but her voice was very soft and gentle.
Even when she spoke telepathically—despite the echo—she had a pretty, soft voice.
"But anyway—how did you get clean on Mars?" I asked, looking at her; she looked back at me, confused.
"Did you have any kind of water on Mars?" I asked, looking at her.
"One river." She replied, looking down.
Her face was red, but I couldn't tell if she was blushing—or if it was because she was flushed from her fever.
"One river? What was that used for?" I asked, looking at her.
"Drinking—after it cooled. Cooking." She answered, still looking down.
"What about washing your hair or body?" I asked.
"Not really. You could take a sponge and dab at your arms, legs, and face. But full on body or hair washing, no. By the time you got enough water home, it'd be too hot, and you'd get badly burned. Some people would go to other planets that had lots of water now and then. Uncle Venus would go out once a month and get some kind gel or something in a tube. It made it so our heads didn't itch, and we smelt like perfume after. I don't know what it's called—or where he got it—I was never allowed to leave Mars. I guess—now I know why…" She explained, looking down, holding her arm as she tried not to cry.
"It's ok to cry, you know?" I asked, looking at her.
"Your mom's running." Halley softly said, confusing me—then I saw her ears twitch before…
"Wait!" Mom exclaimed, running in—without knocking.
"Oh, good; you haven't started yet." Mom said, of breath.
"What you do—run a marathon before you got in here? Where were you running from?" I asked, looking at her.
"I ran from the room Vegeta and I are staying in. I was going to change into my pajamas when I realized something. You don't have any feminine products, do you?" Mom asked, looking at me.
"No, of course, you don't; you've been single for almost a year. And you haven't had any girls around. I know this because you've been busy training with your father." Mom didn't give me a chance to answer before she started babbling.
"Mom—let me stop you right there. While no, I haven't had a girl over—or been to a girl's place since Cora and I broke up; you can't just assume that. Ok? What do you have?" I asked, looking at her.
"Either way, I was right; you haven't had sex in a few months." Mom just came out and said that.
"MOM!" I exclaimed, embarrassed, shaking my head.
Then I heard it—a noise I knew well enough—mostly when Goku was around.
"Halley—when was the last time you ate something?" I asked, looking at her; her stomach was giving her away—big time.
"I'm ok." She softly replied, looking down.
"Mom, please go make her some soup or something. You—remove all your clothes except your bra and panties." I started only to be interrupted.
"Why would she leave those on? She has clean ones; I bought some for her." Mom said, looking at me.
"Because this is all new to her. Mars doesn't—didn't have showers, tubs, sinks, or toilets; they had outhouses and a river. So I have to show her what to do. And because it's really late, I don't have time to explain everything. No, I don't have a problem with it. Just never mind. Please go make her something. I'm sorry—it's just been a long day." I said, looking at mom; I wasn't intentionally trying to snap.
"Ok. I know. I just wanted to give you—Halley these soaps. There just travel-sized, but they should work for this time—and maybe one more. Then, when she's feeling better, we can take her shopping for Earth clothes, soaps, and other things she may need." Mom said, looking at me.
"Thanks. That sounds like a plan—assuming Halley wants to." I seriously said, looking at mom.
"Of course. Well, I'll let you two be. Oh, and Halley?" Mom asked, looking at Halley.
"Yes?" Halley very timidly asked, barely looking up.
"I'm sorry for what you've had to go through. I don't want to push you or anything, but welcome to the family." Mom calmly said, looking at Halley.
I don't think Halley knew what to do as she looked up, socked—Mmm—maybe confused, with tears trickling down again.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. We're not here to replace your family—just to add to it. Crap. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for this as well." Mom said—and before I had time to react or anything, she was hugging Halley.
Halley stiffened up; it was clear to see.
I was going to attempt to pull Mom away but decided against that when I saw Halley's hands; they slowly and hesitantly clutched Mom's shirt—and her face went into Mom's shoulder.
"As much as I hate to let go right now, I have to make something for you to eat. And you need to shower. Everything will all be ok and work itself out. And Trunks, if you're going to have sex outside, put a blanket or something down." Mom simply said.
"MOM! I wasn't going to have sex with her at that point! I was just trying to make a point. Jeez… I know what she said before we went to Mars, but she's not ready. She tensed up as soon as I was over her. And that's fine; I won't force or make her. I was raised better than that. As for having babies, I'm not ready for that yet. Someday, sure. But not now. Now, if you'd excuse me; I have to find towels." I said, heading out.
Normal P.O.V.:
"What's wrong, Dear?" Bulma asked, looking at Halley once Trunks was out of the room.
"I don't understand." Halley said, looking past Bulma.
"Don't understand what?" Bulma asked, confused.
"He doesn't want to have sex?" Halley asked, confused.
"Oh. No, it's not that he doesn't want to have sex with you; he just doesn't want to make you do something you're not ready for. If you did that, you'd only regret it afterwards. Trust me—I've had that happen a few times. Sweetie, you're not disposable; you are special and deserve happiness. I raised Trunks to know right from wrong—and to treat women respect. And as much of a pain in the ass—and as stubborn as he is, Vegeta also raised Trunks to respect women. If you're not ready for sex, you're not ready for sex. One day, you will be. And when you are, he'll be there. And while I'd really love to have grandchildren—you're still so young; you have plenty of time. Trunks is a good guy; he'll treat you right. He'll treat you how you deserve to be treated. That's what love is. And yes, while I know you only just met and that you don't really know each other, I can tell that you both love each other; I can see it in your eyes. Clearly, he has to mark you as his as soon as possible—but everything else you can wait and go slowly with. Ok? Get to know each other. Go out. Have fun. See movies. Go to amusement parks. Go camping. Do whatever. Don't force yourself to do something you're not ready for. My daughter, Trunks's sister, Bulla; she's only a little over a year older than you. Maybe I could get her to come over and you two could talk or something. I'm not a hundred percent sure on that seeing as she has her own things going on. But I'll try. I know it's been a crazy, long-ass day—and you didn't get to enjoy any of the festivities because you weren't conscious. Maybe in a few days or something, we could have a small party or something. It could be a welcoming party. Or if you're feeling better—next weekend, the fair's in town; we could go to that as a family. How does that all sound?" Bulma asked, looking at Halley while holding her shoulders.
Neither of them noticed that Trunks came back.
"Ehem…" Trunks said, making his presence known.
"Well, I'm going to make you some soup. Remember: don't push yourself." Bulma said with a smile before leaving the room.
"So—are you ready?" Trunks asked, looking at Halley.
"What's that thing?" Halley asked, pointing to the toilet.
"That's a toilet. That is what your outhouse is. The big difference is, instead of having to clean it out every so often, you just have to flush, and it's all taken care of." Trunks explained, looking at her.
"Flush?" Halley nervously asked.
"Yeah. When you're done and you've wiped, you put the toilet paper in the toilet and push down on the plunger—like so." Trunks explained, pushing the plunger.
When he turned around, he was shocked to see Halley on her knees, holding her ears.
"Hey, what's wrong? Oh—I get it. You don't like the noise, do you?" Trunks asked, realizing what was bothering her.
"Halley, the toilet is perfectly safe; it's just noisy." Trunks said, rubbing her arms.
"Ok…" Halley breathed, looking up.
"Come on. It's late, and you still need to eat something." Trunks said, helping her up.
Three Minutes Later:
"Come feel the water. How does it feel? Don't worry; it's not going to burn you." Trunks calmly said now that he and Halley were down to their underwear.
"I don't know—it feels nice." Halley softly said, placing her hand under the water.
"Ok. This is what's known as lukewarm—in between hot and cold. Come on, step in." Trunks patiently said, stepping in himself.
"Now, so you're aware: this is normally done naked. This part is also normal; so just stay calm." Trunks explained before hesitantly reaching over to turn on the showerhead.
'Well—she's handling the water better than I thought she was going to.' Trunks thought to himself, watching Halley, cover her ears.
Twenty Minutes Later:
"There we go. That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Trunks calmly asked once they finished washing up.
"Mmmm…" Halley lightly moaned before leaning her head on Trunks's shoulder.
"Mmmm…" She really moaned when Trunks placed his hands on her back.
However, she didn't stiffen up or anything like that. No, she instantly relaxed and melted into Trunks.
"We should really get out now." Trunks calmly said, holding Halley.
Truth is, he didn't want it to end; he wanted to hold her close all night. But she needed to eat something; her stomach was only grumbling even louder now.
"Ok…" Halley said, reluctantly pulling away.
"Dry off and change into dry clothes. You can hang your wet clothes next to your other wet clothes on the side of the tub. I'll be in the other room, getting changed. Knock when you're ready." Trunks explained, looking at her; she didn't look as pale as she did before.
"Ok." Halley softly said.
Five Minutes Later:
Knock. Knock.
When Trunks opened the door for Halley, he couldn't stop staring at her; she was wearing a pair of short-shorts and a thin, short tank top, showing off some of her stomach.
"Ok. The soup's done. Oh wow." Bulma said, looking at Halley.
"Is something wrong?" Halley asked, confused.
"No. But, are you going to be warm enough?" Bulma asked, looking at Halley.
"Huh?" Halley asked, confused.
"Earth isn't as hot as Mars; it gets pretty cold at night. You don't know what it's like to be cold, do you?" Trunks explained and then asked, looking at her.
"As long as the water stays in the river, that stays cold." Halley answered, confused.
"You have a lot to learn about Earth. If you feel cold, you can borrow one of my shirts. Come on." Trunks calmly said, leading the way to the kitchen.
…
"Jesus, Mom! How much soup did you make?" Trunks asked, in shock, looking at a bowl of chicken noodle, a bowl of tomato, a bowl of chicken-flavored ramen, a bowl of clam chowder, and a bowl of vegetable soup.
"I didn't know what she liked. I didn't even know if Mars had the same types of soup we have—let alone if they even had soup on Mars. And with how her stomach was growling—we don't know how hungry she really is. Anyway, come on, Dear; have a seat." Bulma explained and then politely said, confusing Halley.
"She means sit down." Vegeta gruffly stated, looking at Halley.
"Be nice. Don't mind him. Sit down and eat something." Bulma said with a determined smile that Trunks and Vegeta recognized right away.
"Trust me—don't fight her on this; just eat something. Mom can get a bit scary sometimes." Trunks said right away.
'Let them in; it's ok.' A female voice calmly/kindly said to Halley, causing her to snap her head to the left—and her ears started twitching.
"Halley? Is everything ok?" Trunks asked, looking around.
"I don't sense anything. But she has excellent hearing. Be on your guard." Vegeta said, pulling Bulma behind him.
"Craaap… Now I have to show myself." The voice said out loud, out of nowhere.
"Show yourself!" Vegeta demand, looking around.
"Hold your horse, Your Highness." The voice sarcastically said before going quiet.
After a few seconds, a figure started appearing—floating in midair.
"Are you satisfied now? Kebury did say you were impatient." The lady said, staring at Vegeta.
"Ma-Mom?" Halley asked in shock.
"Hmm? So, you do recognize me—I was kind of wondering if you would. It has been eleven years after all." The lady, now Veah, calmly said, looking at Halley.
Veah was fair-skinned with dark blonde hair, reaching a little past her shoulders, and blue eyes.
Just looking at her face, Bulma and Trunks could tell she was Halley's mother; they looked almost identical. Their noses and the shapes of their eyebrows were different.
Vegeta might have noticed she was Halley's mother had he not been so shocked. The only woman who ever talked to him like that was his wife. Well—and 18, but he doesn't count her; she will always be an android to him.
"Sit down and I'll explain why I'm here. And Bulma." Veah calmly said, making Halley sit before turning her attention to Bulma.
"Yeah?" Bulma asked, looking at Veah.
"I have to apologize—I think broke your husband." Veah said, looking back at Vegeta.
"Wh-what? No! I'm not broke; I'm just fine! I just wasn't expecting to see you here… Alive? Dead?" Vegeta asked, trying and failing to convince everyone (except maybe Halley) that he was not shocked or anything.
"Uh-huh. I can't even use that because you've never actually met an old fashion Venarian. I have an attitude, and I don't take shit from anyone. And sarcasm—I love sarcasm. I didn't learn that until I met Kebury. Uh… But anyway… To answer your question: I am dead; I have been dead for eleven years." Veah simply answered.
"Why show up now?" Vegeta asked, annoyed, looking directly at Veah.
"I'm dead—permanently. I can't come back—not by any source of magic or dragon ball. I wasn't allowed to come back. Well—technically speaking, I was… I didn't because I was only allowed to come back once—for reasons—that I'm not allowed to explain. I can only come back once to explain things I'm allowed to explain to my daughter—and Trunks. Which reminds me… There you are. You certainly got taller. You're what—twenty-five now?" Veah explained before turning her attention to Trunks.
"In two and a half weeks." Trunks calmly answered.
"So, the last time I saw you—you were—ten or eleven. She was two. But anyway—last time I saw you, you had shorter hair—and you, yourself were shorter. No, I've never personally met you—until now; I just saw you a few times. Usually at some park place—and usually with some spiky-haired kid. No, I don't know his name—but I know you still hang out with him. Or you did. The last time I actually saw you—before now—was over a year ago. Honestly, I didn't know your name until a little before I died. You, eat. I will be right back." Veah explained before looking at Halley; she then disappeared.
"You still haven't marked her, I see…" Vegeta stated, narrowing his eyes at Trunks.
"No, I have not. I will later. And—it's none of your business when I mark her." Trunks said, annoyed, also narrowing his eyes.
"Hey!" Bulma yelled, making her presence known.
"What is it?" Vegeta asked, trying not to snap.
"Doesn't Halley get a say in any of this? She's the one who has to endure the pain that comes with being marked. Doesn't she get to say when she's ready to be marked?" Bulma asked, looking between her husband and son.
"No, she does not. If she could fight and defend herself, I'd say she had a choice. But she cannot fight or defend herself—so therefore, no, she does not get a choice." Vegeta seriously said as Halley quietly sat there, slowly eating her soups.
"Ok… Sorry about that. I hope you don't mind my interjecting myself into this conversation you're having because I'm going to do it anyway. Halley has a say in this just as much as Bulma had a say when you marked her. She knows she needs to be marked—and soon, but if she's not ready right this second, then she can tell Trunks she wants to wait. Oh, and by the way, he can't mark her tonight anyway." Veah said, dead serious.
"Excuse me? Just who do you think you are, talking to me like that? Do you know who I am? You obviously know Mr. Zizzlo; he'll find a way here and take her if Trunks doesn't mark her!" Vegeta yelled; he was too shocked to be furious.
"Yes, I know who you are; Kebury told me all about you when I was alive—when were together. I'm not sure he knows I'm dead or not. He always said you were a great prince and leader—despite you stiff personality and hot-tempered attitude. You are very loyal to the ones who matter most to you—and even if you didn't like them, you were still loyal to your men. You were one of the strongest fighters he knew—next to your father—until someone named Frieza came along. As for who I am? I may be dead, but I am still Halley's mother—and in this case, I know what's best for her. If he marks her tonight—in her condition—she will either become even sicker than she already is; or he will either unintentionally kill her. Jeez… You met Venus and Raye before they were killed, yes?" Veah explained before asking.
"Yeah." Trunks answered before his dad could say something stupid.
"You know she's Nekodian and Venarian. Do you also know she's Saiyan?" Veah sternly asked.
"Yes, we know this." Vegeta started, annoyed.
"Halley—because I know your uncle—very well. Did he tell you about a witch I had heard about?" Veah asked, looking at Halley.
"Yes." Halley softly answered.
"Did he tell you where to go?" Veah asked right away.
"No—but he gave me a piece of paper." Halley answered.
"Do you have that piece of paper now?" Veah asked, looking at Halley.
"No; I didn't want it. You always told me to be myself—and to never change who I was." Halley honestly answered.
"Well—I did one thing right. Kind of. I'm guessing they told you I didn't go?" Veah asked, looking at Halley.
"Yes." Halley answered.
"Well, that's true; I didn't go. However, she came to me when I was seven months pregnant with you. I had asked about removing the Nekodian in you after you were born. She said I should've found her when I first found out I was pregnant because you weren't truly formed yet. Yes, while it's possible to remove something after a child is born, there are side effects—just as there are side effects if changed while far enough along in the pregnancy. I was thinking about it, but your dad, Kebury, convinced me not to remove anything; you were going to be whoever you were. I agreed. And yes, I'm very glad I did. I love you just the way you are. However, we did have some things changed—which really doesn't do anything except change what you may or may not look like. So—you know you should be one-third Venarian, one-third Saiyan, and one-third Nekodian. But the truth of the matter is, you're not. Now, no matter what choices we made—because I am your mother, you will be more of what I am than either of your fathers. So, you are half Venarian, one-third Saiyan, and only one-sixth Nekodian. We did it this way so that you wouldn't be changed. Your dad was correct in saying, that at seven months pregnant; it makes no sense to change who you are going to be now. So, we compromised and just made you more Venarian and Saiyan than Nekodian. That's why you only have Nekodian ears. Why you also have Saiyan ears, I don't know. It makes no sense to me because you can't hear out of them. But you are who you are." Veah calmly explained.
"But?" Vegeta asked, looking at her; he could tell there was more.
"But—there was a price to be paid for it. Well actually, there were two—that I was told about." Veah started but was interrupted.
"What were the prices?" Vegeta impatiently asked, demanding an answer.
"You know—you have a large personality for a short guy. You also have a big mouth. As I was saying—there was price. That price was—many things, I suppose. You were born early, making your lungs weaker than what they should be. That's why you have some breathing issues. The other price I knew about was, that until you reached sixteen, you were not supposed to know about being a Saiyan—or your Saiyan dad. No, that does not mean he couldn't be in your life; he could still be in it. But he couldn't be your father; he could be a friend or uncle—but not your father. And I think that might be why he hasn't come to find you—other than I don't think he knew where to find you. I think it killed him to be around you, and have you not know who he was to you. There was another price—that I didn't know about until recently. And honestly, I think your aunt paid that same price—in a way when she asked the witch. But that's her business. Anyway—you can't leave Earth anymore. It was explained to you that Aunt Raye couldn't leave Mars, yes?" Veah explained and then asked, looking at Halley.
"Yes." Halley answered.
"I don't know exactly what she asked the witch for—but it must've been big in order for this price to be paid. The price simply put, is the one who has to bear the price, can't leave the planet they were born on after a certain age. Raye was born on Mars, so she was bound to Mars. I'm not psychic; I only know things when it comes to love. You were not born on Venus, like you thought—much to Mom and Dad's displeasure—which only made me want to do it even more. I hated my mom. I didn't always agree with my dad, but he was bearable. Mom, on the other hand, was insufferable. Anyway. Sorry, I tend to get off tract—often. Your dad is the one who wanted you born on Earth—he insisted and insisted—and insisted. Now that I think about it—he might have known about this payment. Maybe—maybe not; I don't know. But you were born on Earth—you have citizenship here; all of that is in the box your dad made you—along with something else. Because mom was a raging bitch, we were forced to bring you back to Venus—for a full day and a half before it was destroyed. ~_~ Unfortunately, I didn't know how to get back to Earth at the time. I didn't know how until you were three. And that was by accident. But by then, we were on Mars—and you were the one to receive Ares's blood. Don't get me wrong: I loved Raye and I had some friends there—but those people were just as crazy and controlling as people from Venus. Oh, and yes, I greatly respect Ares—just like I respect Aphrodite. But I'm running out of time here… Your aunt was on borrowed time traveling through space and other planets. The big reason we stayed on Mars—even after I found out how to get to Earth, is that I owed Venus so much; he helped me so much with you. Him and Raye. Raye could no longer leave Mars—not without becoming violently ill—and eventually dying. Yeah—I know…" Veah said, trailing off.
"Now, Halley… Honestly, tell me—in the past few weeks, how have you felt?" Veah asked, looking at Halley.
"Tired." Halley answered right away.
"Ok. So it was just starting for you. If you would've stayed on Mars, you would've started feeling aches, pains, chills—and eventually wouldn't be able to get out of bed—you'd be so sick. And because you're already sick because of… Uh… Rain, stress—maybe something else. I don't know—but you're sick and you haven't been on Earth a full day. Even if you weren't sick, he wouldn't be able to mark you right away. Because of that price, you have to be on Earth for three days. If you were healthy, and he marked you—before the proper time, you could become very sick and go into a coma. But we add the fact that you're already sick, it could kill you. And there is not a lot that can kill you. So—after three days of you being on Earth—and not being so sick, Trunks can mark you—if you both want." Veah calmly explained.
"Yes, Mr. Zizzlo will eventually find his way to Earth. But—it won't be for a few months or even years." Veah said right when she saw Vegeta was going to open his mouth.
"Is there some rule about sex or even sleeping in the same bed together?" Vegeta asked in an annoyed, cocky tone.
"Dad…" Trunks moaned, embarrassed and annoyed.
"No. I could give a flying rat's ass if they sleep in the same bed or have sex. Granted, if they're going to have sex, I'd appreciate it if she weren't sick. Before I continue, I have a question for either one of you two." Veah said, looking at Bulma and Vegeta.
"What is it?" Bulma politely asked while Vegeta just stared at her.
"How the hell do you do that?" Veah asked, pointing at Trunks.
"How do we do what?" Bulma asked, confused.
"How do you embarrass your child like that? I have never been able to embarrass Halley. Granted, yes, I'm aware I was only around until she was five. Not even her uncle could embarrass her—and he was like the king of embarrassing me—and Raye." Veah explained, looking at a dumbfound Vegeta and Bulma.
"The aunt embarrassed her earlier. I don't remember what was said, but the girl turned red and put her face in her hands and on the table." Vegeta explained.
"She's not easily embarrassed?" Bulma asked, shocked.
Halley was a teenaged girl; all teenaged girls are supposed to be embarrassed by a parent or guardian at some point in life.
"Never when I'm around. No. Nothing seems to bother her. I love you, but you're not a normal child." Veah said, exasperated, looking at Halley, who just smiled back at her.
"Maybe if you ever meet him, your dad will have better luck in that. But—I only have a few minutes before I have to go back. Uncle Venus and Aunt Raye are fine; they made it over just fine. Vegeta and Trunks—Halley is not—and has never been a fighter. However, she can and will if need be—if properly trained." Veah started, only to be once again interrupted.
"And let me guess. You don't want her leaning how to fight?" Vegeta asked, looking at Veah.
"Not by you. No offence meant; but you push too much. Her body can't handle that kind of training. Honestly, I'd like it if she'd learn some things. Obviously, she can conjure up a bow and arrow; she can also create barriers and turn them into energy blast. Honestly, who knows what else she can do? Also, you can get mean when training others—and her attention span isn't the greatest—and she is a very sensitive girl. Emotionally and physically. Like me, her skin is very sensitive to the touch. Which, yes, Trunks will eventually figure out. And I will get to that in a minute or two; there is something about sex that needs to be discussed. But before I get to that. Vegeta… I see that this isn't the most important thing to you anymore, but you're still slightly obsessed with being the strongest. Your family is what's most important to you. Not on her own—but Halley could easily take you and Goku down. I say not on her own because of these." Veah said just before two pendants appeared in front of her.
"What are those?" Bulma asked, looking at the pendants.
"This is what's left of the Arien pendant. After Halley cracked and shattered it, Ares collected all the pieces and put it back together—kind of. It is about half the size of what it was originally—but it still holds a lot of power. This one is the Venarian Pendant. My mother was a greedy woman, and hid it away from everyone—including Dad, the original royal member of the family; mom was non-royal. Whether or not, they were actually meant to be together, I don't know. I don't think they were… I think his true love was killed. But that's just me. Anyway, she hid the pendant with the plans of selling it to whoever would protect us—to Mr. Zizzlo. I overheard her one day. Dad didn't believe when Venus and I told him about it. So—I might have replaced it was a replica. And I might've hidden it in a place that only Ares or I could get to. But that's aside the point. Now—having two pendants of extraordinary powers can be detrimental because you never know who it will attract. Thanks to Ares, though, the two can fuse to become one—like so. Now they won't attract so much unwanted attention." Veah explained, fusing the red and orange pendants. It was now an orange pendant with a red center.
"So don't let it fall into the wrong hands?" Bulma asked as Veah placed the pendant around Halley's neck.
"No—that wouldn't really matter. It's don't let Halley fall into the wrong hands because now, she's the only one who is able to use the pendant's power. They have been combined. Only someone who is Venarian, Arien or has Arien blood running through them, can use it—or someone who the user trusts. Like Trunks. At this moment, I don't think Halley would be able to harness it's powers to increase her abilities. But I'm sure she'll learn. But I think that's all about that. Now we come onto the sex part of it all. And yes, this is important; I'm not trying to intentionally embarrass either of you. I'm telling you this because I don't want it to be a surprise or anything like that. You've only had relationships with humans, right? You've only had sex with humans? You're twenty-four and didn't know about Halley until recently; I don't expect you not to have had sex yet." Veah explained before looking directly at Trunks and asking him.
"Yeah—that's correct. But I've only had three girlfriends." Trunks honestly answered; it's not something he was ashamed of. He can't change his past; he can only learn from it.
"Any of them a virgin?" Veah calmly asked.
"Uhh… No, I don't think so." Trunks said, thinking about it.
"Ok… So to make it perfectly clear, not all girls are the same—all girls have different reactions to losing their virginity: For some, losing their virginity is painful. For some, losing their virginity isn't all that painful. And for some who lose their virginity, they say they just feel some kind of pressure. That's human females. Venarian females are an entirely different story, as are Nekodian females. Honestly, I don't know much about Saiyan females other than what Kebury has told me. He said female Saiyans handle losing their virginities just fine. I already know, for a fact, that Halley will not be that lucky; the Venarian and Nekodian take over any of that. Venarian and Nekodian females are—oh, boy—how do I explain this? I know Venarians are very affectionate and are very sensitive in touch and all that. Nekodians are generally pretty affectionate but aren't as sensitive. So—the female anatomy of Venarian, Human, Saiyan, and Nekodian are the same. There is one difference—and that's a female's hymen. Female Humans' and Saiyans' hymens are actually closer up. I think I heard that female Nekodians' hymens are a bit further back—but I'm not a hundred percent sure. What I do know for sure, is that a female Venarians' hymens are closer to the cervix. It's not located right next to it, but it's closer to that. And unlike for most species, the Venarians' hymen isn't a thin tissue… Ok…what I should say, is that it's not as thin as most species. It's thin enough to break through-but it's a bit thicker. So, what I am saying, is that, for female Venarians, losing their virginity is painful and lasts a little longer. I am telling you this because you should know what you're in for. Yes, Bulma? I see a question burning in your eyes." Veah explained and then asked, looking at Bulma.
"You know more about love and such?" Bulma asked, looking at Veah.
"Yes—it's both a gift and a curse." Veah answered.
"Do you know when they will have sex the first time?" Bulma asked, causing Trunks to turn fire hydrant red.
"Mom…" Trunks groaned, face in hands.
"Yes, I know. No, I can't say." Veah answered.
"I trust my son; he's a really good guy with this. And I get they're meant to be, but isn't she a little young?" Bulma asked.
"I know what you're getting at. And not at all. From observing cultures and such, I've seen female humans as young as fifteen, having sex—normally; sometimes there are some even younger. Venarians in general, typically start having sex at fifteen. And Ariens start between fourteen and fifteen: fourteen for guys, fifteen for females. It's always interesting to see a Venarian and Arien together seeing as it's a culture clash. Venarians are generally populated and ran by females; we do have men—and everyone is treated fairly. Whereas Ariens are populated by both, but mainly run by man. And I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if the men there weren't pompous assholes. That's one of the things that bothered most Ariens about Venus and Raye's relationship; they treated each other—and Halley and me as equals. But anyway—because I really do have to go. Finally, to my little—antisocial firefly… Just because you'll start having sex soon, doesn't mean you should become pregnant right away. I apologize in advance for this. You're going to feel a slight pinch and maybe a burning sensation." Veah said, placing her hands on Halley's arms, a little ways below her shoulders.
After a few seconds, Halley flinched.
"There we go." Veah said with a smile, pulling away while Halley rubbed her upper arm.
"What was that?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.
"Three-year birth control. She is fertile. But unlike most, where there's a chance that if they're careful they won't end up pregnant; the Nekodian in her heightens it. No matter how careful they were to be, without any kind of protection, she will end up pregnant. And traditional Earth/Human birth control does not work for Venarians or Nekodians—especially Nekodians. The birth control will last three years. If you decide you still don't want children after those three years are up, she just as to want the birth control and it'll be taken care of. That's a secret. And if, before the next three years are up, and you decide you want to have kids, again, she just has to want that and it'll be taken care of. Again, a secret." Veah said with a smile.
"Before I do go, Halley is very shy—until she opens up. Once she opens up, she can be a real pistol. She has a mouth on her and swears—a lot. She's worse than me—and that's saying something. She swears like a pirate. But that might be a few months down the road; it takes her a while to open up to new people. Well—except for Trunks—she seems pretty comfortable with him—and Bulma. She may not say it, but she really does like you. Vegeta, stop being such a scary hardass so often, and she'll come around. But if it makes you feel any better; she does trust you. I'm not sure how it's going to be with her father… Whatever happens there, she needs parents—or at least parent figures." Veah calmly said, looking at Trunks, Bulma, and Vegeta before turning her attention to Halley.
"I love you—more than anything. Be safe. Open up. And take care; they will take care of you." Veah said, kissing the top of Halley's head before disappearing, leaving Halley sitting there, shocked.
"Halley?" Bulma asked, concerned—especially when tears started falling down her cheeks.
It was now 3:15 AM.
"Are you done eating?" Trunks calmly asked, kneeling in front of her; she had eaten everything but the clam chowder.
"Uh-huh…" Halley absentmindedly said.
"Are you ready to get some sleep?" Trunks asked, looking at her.
"Uh-huh." Halley once again absentmindedly said, this time looking up at him.
"Where would you like to sleep?" Trunks asked, looking at her, tucking some hair behind her ear.
She didn't respond; she just stared at him before placing her face in his shoulder.
"I think that means she wants to stay with you." Bulma softly said as Halley clutched onto Trunks's shirt.
"Right." Trunks calmly said, rubbing Halley's back.
"Get some sleep—both of you. We'll see you in a few hours." Bulma said with a smile as she patted Trunks's shoulder.
"Right. See you in a few hours. Have a good night." Trunks said as Vegeta drug Bulma to the room they were staying in.
"Night!" Bulma called.
"Ready?" Trunks asked after a minute or two; she lightly nodded her head.
"Come on." Trunks gently said, standing up.
Taking her hand, Trunks led Halley to his room.
"What is it?" Trunks asked when he noticed Halley looking around.
"Where's the bed?" Halley asked, confused.
Trunks just stared at her—until he remembered that her bed was a mat.
"This is the bed. I know, it's different than what you're used to, but this is bed." Trunks explained, showing her to the bed.
Slowly, after staring at the bed for a few seconds, Halley climbed up and laid down; she kind of remembered when she first woke up here.
Trunks had only turned his back for maybe a minute, but Halley was passed out when he turned back.
Trunks just smiled and chuckled a little as he got in and covered them up.
'She must've fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.' Trunks thought to himself as he got comfy.
He wanted to watch her sleep for a while yet, but he fell asleep after only a few minutes.
It had truly been a long day…