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CW: violence and heavy smut.
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The morning after, Trunks had offered to get her a pill to rid them of any unwanted consequences, only for her to point to the implant in her arm and explain that Venusians had mastered birth control centuries ago.
"Do you plan on actually getting up today, Vee?" he said with the utmost sarcasm. He was fully dressed and had already done his morning training while she was still cocooned in the warmth of the sheets, unwilling to leave.
"I do, Trunks. But I'm sore and that's entirely your fault." Only a comedic hint of malice in her voice as she turned to see him smirking with his stupidly handsome face, a similar expression adorning her own. She noticed his outfit; a white and yellow armoured vest over a black short-sleeved undersuit. "Why are you dressed like that?" her face changed to one of slight apprehension. Usually he'd adorn casualwear when he was with her, so where was he going dressed like that? To see the king? Was she going to be tortured again?
Trunks noticed the worry on her face and could almost read her mind. "Don't worry. I just need to do some maintenance on a few satellites. I'll be back before tomorrow morning." She didn't know why she felt uneasy. Was it the idea of being alone in this hellhole without him? Or was she actually going to miss him?
"Okay. Don't miss me too much." she winked, sitting up and starting to undo her braid after a yawn. She noticed him eyeing her, contemplating whether leaving her here alone was actually a good idea. "Nobody can get in, right?" he nodded.
"Yeah, and I want you to stay here, too. Don't do anything stupid, okay?" His voice was gentle, but Minako didn't miss the sternness of his eyes. He was trying to be nice and give her his trust which she appreciated after the stunt she tried to pull on V-27, but the subtle warning was still there. As grateful as she was that they were friends, he was still in charge of her for as long as she remained there, and she'd do well to remember that.
"Yessir." she saluted.
"There's plenty of food capsules in the drawer and you're free to do what you want in here. You know where the videogames are stashed." He stood up off the edge of the bed and gave her a nod.
"See you later, lavender." her hand waved goodbye.
"Bye, blondie."
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After a shower and a half assed attempt at making the bed, Minako changed into the boots that Trunks had bought her, a light blue saiyan battle undersuit and went straight to Trunks' closet. Surely he had some older, smaller armour in here that would fit her.
"Sorry, Trunks, but I have other plans." For weeks now, the only thing she could think of was rescuing Kia. Seeing Kia. Checking on Kia. Now was the perfect time. Gotcha! She laid her hands on a perfectly sized plate of armour and threw it on top of her outfit.
She was dressed like a saiyan, could speak like a saiyan, but looked nothing like one. She thanked Aphrodite for Queen Serenity's gift as she pulled her crescent compact out of her pocket dimension. "Disguise power! Make me look like a saiyan!" In a small flash of light, Minako's hair turned black and more spiky, her eyes darkened, and she seemed to be a little more muscular thanks to the illusion. She barely even recognised herself and thanked the compact again.
She opted not to put on her slave band knowing that Trunks could track her with it, instead using a little device from her pocket dimension to open the door and slip out into the hallway. Minako consulted her scapotablet, ensuring that there were minimal guards on the way to the filing room, and took a chance.
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It was surprisingly easy to get to the filing room, and just as easy to get in thanks to her gadgets. But when she opened the door, she was astounded by the masses and masses of papers. Why the hell was there so much? She was getting pretty good at reading saiyan characters, but even so, it took her half an hour to find the section on prisoners.
Her anxiety was rising, every tiny sound she heard made her duck or glance to the door. What if she was caught? She had to be quick.
Scanning through the files, she was quick to recognise the symbol of her homeworld and took it from its spot, opening the file and flicking through the pages until she saw a picture of Kia and a bunch of numbers. She kept on flicking through pages.
Venusian soldier detained...Golden Platoon 8...birthed a hybrid child…
Bingo!
Code: SVH-1402-05
Location: Machine facility #6.
An image of the infant was on the paper. He'd be about fifteen now, and a slave like he had been for his entire life. But not for much longer if she could help it.
Making sure to put everything back where she found it, she picked herself up and snuck out of the room.
"Who are you?" she froze. Shit. Shit. She should have been more careful. Time froze for a second as Minako desperately tried to figure out what to say. Or do.
She turned to face the woman; a scouter on her eye and long, thick locks down to her lower back. "My name is Leri." It was the first saiyan name that came to mind. "I'm just one of the filers." but the woman didn't seem to buy it.
"I.D?" shit.
The Venusian nodded and took out her tablet, quickly glancing at the screen to check if there were any other soldiers about. There wasn't. It was time to fight.
She dissipated her tablet and threw a punch at the woman. But she expected it and countered with another which Minako was able to block. With any luck, she'd knock her out and hide her in the cupboard.
Minako was flipped on her belly with the woman pinning her from on top. She could easily get out of this. Even though she wasn't powered up, this woman wasn't nearly as strong as Trunks, but she paused when the woman's nose neared her shoulder and sniffed. What the fuck?
"Oh. For a slave you seem to know your way about pretty well, don't you, Venusian?" Minako forced her weight to the side and stood up, landing a kick on the woman before she could get up.
"What makes you say that?" She tried her best to keep up her facade, but stuttered ever so slightly.
"Because you reek of Trunks." The woman looked her up and down after getting off of her and smirked, almost chuckling to herself. "After your first torture, I was ordered to clean you and take you back to your cell. It's funny, I remember when he told me he didn't care what happened to you here, and yet now you've somehow managed to wrap him around your pretty little fingers."
This woman was far from stupid. It was impressive how quickly she figured out her identity just on the basis of her smell. She'd showered and rinsed away the smell of sex that morning, so perhaps it was from laying in his sheets and being in his room. She most likely knew Trunks very well for that to be the case, and Minako kicked herself a little when she started to feel a small pang of jealousy.
"You're pretty smart for a saiyan. But you're wrong, I don't have him 'wrapped around my fingers'." The woman was smirking, and Minako knew that she was underestimating her power. She could end this in a fraction of a second. Killing her would be easy.
"My name is Pirintu, I am an elite warrior of the saiyan military, and I am hereby detaining you for your actions." She stood in a fighting pose and charged at the Venusian, but Minako was much faster, only allowing her opponent to swing two punches before she appeared behind her and elbowed her to the ground. Before she could get up, Minako had her in a deadly lock, choking her out until she stopped struggling. Letting go of the saiyan, Minako materialised a love chain and bound the saiyan before dragging her back into the filing room, deciding that killing somebody so close to the one man standing between her and further torture and suffering was not a good idea.
"W-wait...I'm gon...gonna tell…" she stuttered, slowly losing consciousness. Minako wasn't threatened, she'd been here too long to not pick up on what made saiyans tick.
"Gonna tell who? And tell them what? That you were shamefully defeated by a slave? A pretty little princess? What a pathetic story for an 'elite' warrior." Minako knelt down to the weary warrioress on the ground and tilted her chin. "I could kill you right now. But I'm gonna be nice and let you live. In return, you're gonna keep your mouth shut unless you want to tell Trunks when he gets back. I really couldn't care less." Those acting classes really paid off, because Pirintu grimaced at the princess' words. Pirintu began to slowly lose consciousness and Minako knew she'd be out for at least a handful of hours.
Of course there would be consequences. There was no doubt that this woman would at least tell Trunks about her activities, but hopefully it would only be Trunks and nobody else. It didn't make complete sense in her head; why had she not killed this woman? Perhaps she was worried that Trunks would find out and kill her, perhaps she didn't want to deprive him of somebody he held so dear.
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The next part of the plan was to smuggle Kia into Trunks' room, and with her disguise, her cunningness, and her power, it was bound to be easy enough. With Trunks out of the way, the only other big bothers were Gumele and Prince Vegeta, whom she doubted would be sent to something as trivial as an escaped, low priority prisoner such as Kia.
She'd taken another shower, trying to scrub what was left of Trunks' scent on her just in case of another incident like before. She kept her disguise on and made her way to the dungeon, constantly keeping an eye on her scapotablet while the scapographs surveyed the area for her. She calculated her route to ensure she didn't run into anyone, and when she ran the risk of it she knew exactly where to hide.
She was back in the dungeons in no time, remembering the first time Nappa dragged her down here, her first time bewitching that idiot Tato, and the first time she encountered Trunks down here. Why was he plaguing her mind again? He was possibly going to kill her if he found out what she was doing. If she managed to get the boy and Kia off world then he'd definitely suspect her, and she didn't know if she was a good enough liar to keep it a secret from him, especially when he'd seen right through a bunch of her other fibs and acts. Maybe she was pushing her limits. Maybe she had a death wish? And of course there was still that Pirintu girl. If she was fast enough she could have incinerated the body, but no matter how much thought she gave it, she still couldn't bring herself to do it.
If all went well enough though, then she could escape with the two she was planning on saving. And again, another pang of guilt ran through her when she thought of Trunks and how badly he wanted to go home. They'd become friends, and shared snippets of their minds with one another as well as their bodies. But this was war, not a playground.
With a little luck, she found herself outside of Kia's cell in no time. The woman was unconscious, and despite her efforts Minako couldn't wake her up. She knew that the Venusian was in poor health, but this timing couldn't have been any worse. Kia looked half dead, and her breaths were extremely shallow.
The crown princess worked her way inside of the cell and placed a hand at Kia's head; a barely-audible gasp escaped her. "It's okay, Kia. It's just me." Minako whispered gently, wishing that she had the same healing capabilities as Usagi. There came no reply, and Minako knew she had to get her out as soon as possible. She checked her glasses again, mapping out a clear route in her head to get back to Trunks' room. From experience she knew that Kia wasn't checked on too often, hence the neglect to her health, but that didn't mean that she couldn't take this seriously.
Being careful not to hurt Kia, the disguised princess scooped her up and made her way out of the cell. Sneaking out was harder than sneaking in, however, especially when her passenger could stir at any moment. And stir she did.
"Mmm…" she groaned in pain and Minako gritted her teeth. Her glasses told her that there were two guards approaching the other side of the door. Hurriedly she looked at her sides and realised there was nowhere to hide. She looked up, realising she could stand on the beams if she was quick enough. Wasting no time, she leapt up and landed perfectly onto them, being careful to control her landing and not make a sound.
At that exact moment the doors sounded below her as two male saiyans chatted about the day before making their rounds. As quickly as she could, she hurried down towards the door before it closed and made her way out, darting exactly to where her glasses told her to to avoid detection of any kind, and heading straight back to Trunks' room with her new friend in tow.
Opening the door was easy enough thanks to the Mercurian tech and she couldn't have sighed harder if she'd tried. "Sweet Aphrodite, that was insane!" she panted in her mother tongue. Rushing to Trunks' medical cabinet, Minako took out some of the healing salve and an adrenaline shot and quickly administered them to Kia, the salve cleansing and closing the wounds on her stump.
"Mmm-Minako?!" The woman quickly snapped her eyes open and closed them again immediately, the light in the room being too much for her poorly accustomed eyes. She sucked her teeth in pain while Minako hurriedly went to close the curtains.
"I'm sorry, Kia! Please don't panic. You're in Trunks' quarters and he'll be back tomorrow so we need to be quick. We can't waste a second." She returned to her elder who was quick to throw her arms around her princess as soon as she'd crouched back down.
"Minako!" she howled, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. The poor woman was in shock; this was a lot to take in. The new surroundings, the warm embrace of another kind soul, and the smell of something other than that dank cell.
"It's okay, it's okay… I'm getting you out!" The Venusian had returned to her original form almost as soon as she'd entered the room, her saiyan disguise discarded. "And I know where your son is."
While Pirintu was busy being unconscious in the filing room, Minako's scapographs had cloned her scouter's data. And with the help of some Mercurian tech that she didn't understand, the location of Kia's son and a virtual map to get there was quickly created. But time was ticking; not only was there a saiyan guard who could still snitch on her if she wanted to, there was also a missing prisoner and guards who were bound to notice within the hour. They had no time to waste.
"I know you have a lot to say or ask, but I don't have the time to listen right now. I need to go and get your son immediately so here…" Minako carried Kia to the table where she popped open a food capsule and ordered the older warrioress to replenish her strength.. Her method of transport was not the most stable, but it was the fastest seeing as she couldn't properly fly and needed to make sure she remained undetected.
"Princess, please promise me you'll be careful." Kia begged, her mouth full of food as the woman was desperately ravenous.
"I'll do my best. I'm getting you out of here one way or another so I'm gonna need you to eat up for me."
Minako powered up and gathered enough energy for the manoeuvre she was about to pull, but held her power level low enough to avoid detection from scouters. She gave her friend one last look of reassurance before she spoke the words: "Sailor Teleport!" and vanished.
A single senshi teleport wasn't an easy feat to pull off, and wasn't always the most accurate. But the short-ish distance that she'd travelled helped her to keep steady. She landed right on the outskirts of a prison camp; and just from the first glance she knew this was some sort of labour mill. From the top of a tree, Minako could see thousands upon thousands of slaves being managed and ordered around and it broke her heart knowing that she couldn't help them. But she couldn't stare for very long; she had work to do.
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It had been about half a day so far and Trunks was due another break inside of his ship. While the view of the planet from his space-suit was stunning, it was also the exact same view from the inside of his ship where he could sit and enjoy it with a snack and some much more comfortable clothing. Spending three consecutive hours in a space suit and trying not to pee wasn't the most comfortable experience, and to add to it his ship had a mini gravity machine so he wasn't floating around.
He finished up replacing the panels and went back inside, exhaling deeply after he removed his helmet. Another few minutes and he'd be in the perfect orbital position to see the sunrise again that day and see the sunset straight after it. Being alone in orbit had its perks, but that wasn't to say he wouldn't rather be back on Vegeta-sai's surface, in his room with Vee. The previous night was long overdue, and although he'd felt huge relief after their rendezvous, he was ready to go again if she wanted. The thought of her was making him a little crazy on the inside.
The hybrid prince quickly cast the thoughts out of his mind; the last thing he wanted to do was get a boner when he knew he'd have to start working again soon. But at least she was safe. After last night she surely wouldn't go out of her way to defy him again. Of course not. He pictured her in his room playing video games or running laps around his warehouse, making sure to keep herself out of harm's way. After all, he was the only thing standing between her and a much harsher time on Vegeta-sai.
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Finding Kia's son, 'Luxen' as his mother had dubbed him, was pretty easy. She'd just used the same trick she'd used to initially find Kia - the one that allowed her to sense a fellow Venusian's presence.
Breaking in and getting to him also wasn't overly difficult; especially with her speed and her disguise compact to dress her as a slave. Their garments were simply a long grey tunic and a pitiful attempt at some boots. She fit right in, shortening and dulling her hair to ensure she didn't stand out. She approached the boy from behind, making sure to look like she was going to do work as she crouched and grabbed whatever heavy metal thing a bunch of them were attempting to carry.
"Hey, you." she whispered urgently, nudging him a little. The boy turned to face her, he was clearly no older than about seventeen. A scarred tail dragged limply at his feet and he was skinnier than he was supposed to be at that age, not unlike the others. Now that she had his attention, she mustered her mental strength and placed her hand on his bare arm, activating the symbol of Venus on his forehead and giving him an instinctive idea that she was here to help.
"Who-who are you?!" she hurriedly shushed him, looking around to see if anybody had noticed the fuss he was making.
"No time to explain. I'm here to reunite you with your mother and send you home. To Venus." Them, and a few others lifted the beam and began carrying it to where the saiyan was commanding.
"I don't know what you just showed me…but are you-"
"The Princess of Venus, yeah. Your mother is a prisoner here but I'm gonna need you to do exactly as I say if you wanna make it out of here alive. This is your one chance. If we screw this up, your mother dies and you spend the rest of your days here. Is that what you want?" She was stern, and heavily aware of the time she was spending talking to him. Was Pirintu awake? Had Kia's absence been noted?
A lot of emotions ran through the boy's head. Could he trust this woman? Was he really going to escape? Meet his mother? Go 'home'? Hell, he had comrades here. The closest people he had, could he really leave them?
Minako could already imagine what the boy was thinking, but she had no time. She had enough energy to teleport herself and the boy back to Trunks' room, but she didn't want to make a huge scene getting away.
The saiyan demanded that the beam was to be set down, and by Minako's eyes there weren't any other saiyans within immediate eyeshot. This was the moment. She took a deep breath and 'fainted'.
The saiyan in command gruffed and marched over to her, the others being quick to scatter out of his way. "Get up, wench!" he gripped her arm and pulled her up, only for her to summon her sword and plant it straight into his neck, his blood trickling down the sword and onto her hand. The crowd screamed in shock, not upset for his demise, but surprised that one of their oppressors had practically been beheaded. Minako could almost feel the further out saiyans notice what was going on, but before anything could be done, Minako sliced off Luxen's neck and wrist cuffs and teleported the both of them back to Trunks' room, ensuring that he couldn't be tracked.
Minako collapsed to the floor, bloody and exhausted. Not only had she once again performed a single senshi teleport, she'd taken a non-senshi with her and it was draining to make sure she ended up exactly where she needed to be. She'd been gone for less than an hour but she needed a break. Night was finally starting to fall. It had taken her hours to successfully complete this much of her mission, and she still had so much to do before Trunks got back. He'd be back before tomorrow morning, which at most gave her around 10 hours to get them all onto pods.
With the help of her scapographs, programming the pods to get back to Venus would be a piece of cake. The only thing she needed to bet on was there being enough of them. Surely there were more than three pod ships.
"Hey, wake me up in an hour…" she said to Kia, before passing out cold on the floor. Needless to say Kia was concerned to see her princess covered in blood, passed out on the cold ground. Even moreso, a nervous warmth flooded her heart when she looked into the eyes of the boy Minako had in tow with her.
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"P-princess. Wake up." Minako opened her eyes to see Luxen and Kia standing above her, both of their eyes teary with Luxen supporting his mother. The princess could sense the emotion in their reunion and was somewhat dismayed she was passed out to hear their heartfelt exchange. But alas, she was at least partially replenished and now had even less time to smuggle them all home.
"Thank you for waking me. I have a plan." Minako hurriedly explained the scapographs, her disguise pen, and the pods to the duo, making sure to highlight the key parts in her plan. Of course, she'd be the one doing the fighting and disguising, and they'd be following her.
"Let's go." Kia squeezed Minako's hand before she transformed into a saiyan engineer.
It didn't take the princess long to get to the main ship bay after she had followed the route that Trunks had taken her on before they departed for V-27. She found a lone engineer, knocked him out and stole his clothes before hiding him in a compartment on a random ship. She motioned for Luxen and Kia to follow. Luxen dressed himself in the stolen clothes and put on the helmet to hide his hair, and Kia was stuffed into a supply box as the two made their way onto the bay after swiping their unconscious donor's I.D. Minako had her scapographs on invisible mode as they located two pod ships. Only two. Minako still led the way, determined to see her promise to Kia through and send her and her son home after all of these years of torture.
Saiyans were not particularly social, so they didn't have to worry about interacting. They made it to the pods in no time and before Luxen could open the box his mother was in, Minako gripped his arm. "Listen, Luxen," she whispered (he still found his name to be a new phenomenon seeing as today was the first time he'd heard it), "your mother is not to know that there are only two ships. You and her will be going back to Venus, I'm going to stay. This is an order from your princess." The young boy looked nervous. Before he could protest, Minako pressed a finger to his lips and shook her head. "There's no time. I will not have your mother sacrifice herself for my sake or anything of the sort." the boy simply nodded and his hands shook with nerves. The plan was already failing in the sense that not all of them could make it. While she was the princess and more of a priority to her planet, Kia and Luxen were a priority to her and deserved to lay their eyes on Venusian soil and sky. She couldn't even give them a message to send home. All in all she had acquired no valuable information while on-planet, her time instead spent learning to read the saiyan language and plotting to set Kia free.
Minako sighed and had the two scapographs begin programming the ships to Venus. She should have been more upset than she was, but she wasn't. If she succeeded, her friend would be able to live the rest of her life in peace with her son. And at most she'd be tortured again, but not killed. Hopefully.
The doors to the two pods opened and Minako and Luxen opened the box Kia was hiding in and placed her inside of the pod. Minako gave her a thumbs up and placed the oxygen mask firmly on her face, strapping her in and closing the hatch. She wouldn't have even been able to tell that somebody was staying behind.
"Your turn, kiddo." Minako ushered Luxen into the other pod before conjuring her glasses and giving them to the boy. The boy looked confused. "Scapographs, maintain the flight patterns and give all of your stored intel to Princess Mercury." The little flying pods became visible again and Minako handed them to Luxen. The least she could do was to send something back, useful or not. Despite that doing so was depriving her of her greatest aide.
"You're all set, kid. When you approach Venusian atmosphere your mother should be able to tell them what's going on, but if not, tell them that Princess Minako sent you and that you're both Venusians who have escaped from Vegeta-sai." Minako began to shake, the unnerving dread finally starting to sink in as she truly realised she was stranded for an indefinite amount of time in this hellhole.
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Being the genius that he was, Trunks finished up on the last satellite and began to strap himself back into his orbital ship to return to the ground. Of course he'd finished early, what did they expect? He was of course Vegeta-sai's best and brightest engineer.
"Orbiter 3 preparing to re-enter the atmosphere."
"Noted, your highness." the voice on the other end answered.
With clearance granted, he had no reason to stay any longer, and began his descent back to the planet.
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"Hey! You're not authorised for takeoff!" A saiyan shouted from a platform. But it was too late, and Minako watched as the two pods shot into the night sky. Still disguised, Minako conjured a new outfit - light battle armour over a grey catsuit, and long black hair tied back. And of course a mask to cover her mouth and nose. Now in fight or flight mode, Minako began blasting, blowing up as many ships as she could see, as well as any warrior that came charging her way. As tempting as it would have been to take one of the bigger ships for them all, they were slower than pod ships and would have probably resulted in them being caught. They were on her in no time, but they weren't fast enough to land any direct hits on her as she began slashing them with her sword, killing them all without hesitation. This was it. She refused to quit now; she refused to surrender when she'd gotten so far.
Mustering a huge amount of power, she blew up the band of ships that had set off to dispose of Kia and Luxen, their parts raining from the sky in a torrent of fire and smoke, their pilots immediately dead. The adrenaline shot through her veins like electricity. It didn't matter how drained she was, she was going to keep on fighting until she'd killed every single last one of the fuckers. She chopped and sliced and stabbed and screamed, letting out the rage and pain of the last few months, and finally getting some sweet revenge for her people. She didn't think of Trunks, or Gumele, or any of the Vegetas coming to kill her, only about what was in front of her. Only about who was next to be cut down.
Leaping out of the way of gun fire, Minako began firing back while starting to run away from the bay. The scouters of course spotted her running towards the forest and flew right after, but the Venusian released a huge amount of energy, enough to either kill them or knock them back, either way destroying their scouters and creating a huge smoke cloud for her to make a break for it.
She could barely feel her legs, fuelled only by her mind and her instincts as she zoomed throughout the forest at a speed no human eye could ever hope to see. Blood decorated her clothes but she wore it like art, as if it was a gown, drenching her in her vengeance. The princess was hardly so helpless anymore, running further and further away from whatever pursuers were left alive, drawing them out to kill them soon after.
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As soon as he'd felt that enormous power up he knew exactly what it was, punching the door off of the ship in a rage as it continued to descend. The young hybrid prince shot out of his ship, sword in one hand and a fist balled in the other. It was the last straw. No matter what he did, what he told her, what he thought they had, she wasn't going to change. She wasn't going to help him get home. So why the fuck was he going to help her?
She should be thanking her lucky stars that his brother and father were off-planet right now, but that didn't mean that good things were in store for her. She was going to pay for betraying him this time. He'd obviously let her take him for a fool. In a way he felt betrayed, and in another way he felt like an idiot. Of course she didn't care about him, using him to further her own agenda.
He zeroed in on her ki and began catching up to her in no time, spotting her leaping from tree to tree. She had no time to react before he shot into her like a bullet, smashing her into the ground and knocking the wind out of her. She struggled to get out of the massive crater she was in while he looked at the blood on his hands.
He sniffed it, relieved from the brief panic that it was hers as his saiyan enhanced vision allowed him to see that she was covered in the blood of battle while she fell out of her disguise, hair turning back to blonde and eyes returning to blue. She peeled the mask off of her face.
"ARE YOU FUCKING S-" before he could even finish she swung her sword at him, which he blocked before planting his foot firmly into her chest and kicking her back to the ground.
She couldn't keep it up in her condition, the wind knocked out of her, but she wasn't going to stop. Flight mode was gone and fight mode kicked in as she got up and continued to swing her sword at him. She was slower, sloppier and seething as her breaths became more desperate.
"FUCK YOU!" she screamed, not stopping and not landing any hits. But Trunks was done being kind to her, and seeing her soaked in another warrior's blood and swinging at him did things to him. Saiyan things. He felt the leash he kept himself bound by slip away in that moment, blocking her strike with his own sword and whacking hers out of her hand.
Before she could even process what was happening, or even try to power up, the enraged, bloodsoaked warrioress found herself pinned to the ground on her belly, Trunks burrowing his knee into her back. She couldn't move no matter how much she tried to wriggle free.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" With the emphasis he ground further into her back, causing the princess to wince in pain. That was gonna leave a mark.
Minako quit her struggling; there was no way she was getting out of this and decided to surrender to her fate, whatever that may be. "I set my people free from yours. If you're gonna kill me then kill me. I'd rather death than succumbi-" the words came no further; the prince's hand squeezing her throat.
"You really think it's that simple? You've killed at least twelve guards. This isn't something I can just sweep under the fucking rug!" his voice was dangerously silent, an angry whisper as he brought his mouth close to her ear. "Power down, they're close."
He released her from his hold and dragged her to his side where they knelt down behind the cover of nature as two saiyans flew by. The prince pressed a hand to her mouth, contemplating his next move while Minako tried to regain a snippet of composure as she wondered why he hadn't either killed her or dragged her back to the palace to throw in a cell.
They were quiet enough to remain undetected and for Trunks to hear Vee's erratic pulse like it was a drum. He didn't know what would transpire later on in the evening or the next day, but right now he needed to get her back to his chambers so that he could think about what he was going to do.
When the coast was clear he gripped her by the arm and flew her straight back to his quarters. As soon as he opened the balcony door he could smell the faint aroma of two others who she had clearly slipped in during his absence. He kept a firm grip on her arm and dragged her to face him. He first looked into her shaky eyes; she was clearly a nervous wreck and quite rightly so. Not even he knew what would happen to her now. Taking in the rest of her was awakening something in him though; her bloody battle attire coupled with the smell of her and her victory, her shallow breaths, her thumping heartbeat… The control over his saiyan instincts was slipping. She had no idea how much he wanted to consume her in that minute, in spite of how much rage he held for her.
"Go and take a shower while I think about what I'm gonna do with you. Try anything funny, Vee, and I'll hurt you." There was no attempt at veiling the threat, and if Minako was in her right mind she'd be able to decipher the rage, anxiety and even arousal he was feeling in the moment. But she wasn't. She wasn't in the mood to talk or fight or do anything. She just wanted to collapse and cry. Just one look into his stern eyes told her how honest he was being.
He let go and she went straight to the bathroom to do as he said. As soon as the water hit her skin she glanced down at the redness running down the drain. What had she done? Was she regretful of how she killed the saiyans? No. Did she accomplish what she set out to do? Partially, meaning her mission wasn't a complete success, meaning that she was still here, meaning that she was going to get hurt again. The water running down her face was mixed with tears as the princess' concerns only grew.
Meanwhile, Trunks was a nervous wreck. They definitely knew he had intercepted something as his ship would have auto-docked in another bay without him in it. The longer he stayed in his chambers the more suspicious it would look. Should he hand her in? He wasn't entirely sure how he could cover for her, however he needed to move and report his position, quickly. One thing was for certain; he wouldn't trust her alone again.
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When Minako got out of the shower she was surprised and nervous to find Trunks missing. Had he gone to report her? Was this the end? She'd likely ruined their friendship and alliance, destroyed her only good relationship left on the planet. She reached for the hair dryer since Trunks was both gone and forever unlikely to do her any more favours ever again, and thought about her situation. If he'd gone to report her, she would most definitely be tortured or killed. However, she had figured out from the lack of immediate response to her outburst that neither Gumele or Prince Vegeta were currently on the planet. If death was truly inevitable, she was going to try and take out the king before her time was up. She was strong enough to do that, at least, the king not being a match for his son or grandsons. If by any chance Gumele got his hands on her, she was done for. She just knew that the psychopath would revel in giving her a world of pain and misery, defiling her in every way he knew how. She'd kill herself before that happened, or try and teleport enough times to either get away or die of overuse of her power.
And Trunks. What had she done to poor Trunks? If she was found out, they would likely punish him for negligence and he wouldn't get home anytime soon unless his father intervened. When she looked into his eyes, he not only looked angry, he looked hurt. But she tried not to dwell on him too much. 'We could be friends right now' he had said to her on V-27, and she had told him she would very much like that. They were friends. And she had put him in harm's way. 'But I don't regret saving Kia and Luxen', she thought to herself. She couldn't save them without endangering Trunks, it was inevitable. However, the feeling of dread was creeping inside of her knowing that she had quite possibly made an enemy of her last remaining friend in this hellhole.
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"Your highness." Trunks was greeted as he entered the throne room where his grandfather sat the throne. A small group of guards and engineers were in his audience. "Grandson, join us. We have been attacked but you already know that." Trunks made his way down the throne room past the two rows of guards towards the group at the foot of the throne. "Reports are saying that a black haired woman escaped with two others, put them in pod ships, and sent them away. Our last trackers have noted that the pods are heading towards the wormhole to Solaria."
At least blondie had the sense to change her appearance. "Other reports are saying that a woman with short, dirty blonde hair infiltrated a prison camp and broke out one of the escapees. The other escapee being the Venusian we imprisoned all of those years ago."
"Sounds like we've been infiltrated by some skilled Solarians, your majesty." Trunks knew full well that Vee was responsible for both of them. He didn't know who the male she had broken out was, however, and wondered how she even knew where to go to get him. It seemed that she was in the clear for now if he could help it.
"What's the status of your blonde bitch?" the king asked. If there truly was a network of Solarian or Venusian spies in his midst working together to break out Venusian prisoners, surely there were plans to break out the princess too. But why go through all of the effort to break out a prisoner and her slave bastard?
"She's still in my chambers. She hasn't left since I left for maintenance today. I even checked on her before I came down here, your majesty. When I left my ship to investigate the disturbances I felt, multiple warriors were already dead but not even I could sense a culprit. We have an expert agent on our hands." the king considered his grandson's words; not even Trunks could sense a culprit? And the princess was still bound in his chambers. He'd have to ensure a more thorough investigation was conducted in the morning when all of his staff were present.
They questioned the guards and Trunks pretended to be clueless, somewhat relieved that she was stealthy enough to get this far. He was impressed, and also betrayed and angry and on edge. There was no guarantee that she wouldn't eventually be found out. But again, why was he sticking his neck out for someone who had betrayed him like she had? She wouldn't learn if he kept on going out of his way to protect her. 'Just think about going home' he thought, maybe if she kept out of trouble, his grandfather would now be more eager to get rid of her in order to get the 'network of spies' out of his hair.
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When the door opened Minako froze in place, the look on Trunks' face told her nothing. There was a lump in her throat that she just could not swallow and it had been festering since Trunks left her an hour ago. She couldn't form any words, and even if she could she couldn't think of what to say.
"..." a barely audible, nonsensical noise left her mouth and she stopped trying immediately after.
Trunks hung up his cape and armour and Minako looked away to give him a moment of privacy. He stalked over to her in his usual sweatpants and shirt. He stood over her and she could feel his eyes digging into her, but the princess couldn't bring herself to look.
"Look at me." He spoke, his voice: monotonous. She turned to face him but refused to make eye contact. The prince did not have the patience. He took a deep breath and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Don't piss me off more than you already have, d'you hear?" Minako nodded her head as much as Trunks' grip would allow her. He still didn't let go. "Do you have any fucking idea how much damage you've caused?! You smuggled out a Venusian and some slave I can only guess is connected to her in some way, and now you have the king suspicious of a network of Solarian spies operating in his vicinity! The whole fucking palace is on high alert because of you, Venus!" His voice got progressively louder, and Minako found herself flinching whenever he put emphasis on a word. He caused her pulse to quicken and her anxiety to rise, still not telling her whether or not he'd handed her over, and still not letting her go; he was far from finished.
"I…"
"No, I trusted you to obey me. I was confident that you wouldn't be dumb enough to cause such a mess, and you proved me wrong!" Now he was shouting at her, tears were dwelling in her eyes and Trunks' expression was not softening. "You know full well, Vee, that whatever you do reflects on me! And you still went and killed more than a dozen, smuggled out two of your own, and put us both at risk!" The prince loosened his grip on the princess and let her go, staring into her shiny blues so intensely that she just couldn't look away. He didn't talk, waiting for her to find some words to throw at him, something to defend herself with, not that anything she had to say would make a difference.
It took her a short while to recompose herself. She didn't know what Trunks had in store for her, and she couldn't trust him not to punch her into the ground although a part of her knew that he wouldn't. "I don't expect you to forgive me, Trunks. I don't even expect you to understand. But I do need you to know that it was never my intention to…to put you in harm's way. So please just tell me whether or not I've been found out. I need to know." her voice was shaky, and Trunks felt a pang of sympathy for her, knowing how anxious she must have felt. However, he pushed his sympathies aside for the meantime.
"You're in the clear because I stuck my god damn neck out for you. Again!" Minako sighed in relief after once again grimacing at his tone, but she was far from out of trouble. "I'm such an idiot for trusting you! I had absolutely no obligation to help you at all, but I did it because I thought we could help each other, Vee! Yeah, I'll admit it hardly makes me respectable to save a woman I helped to kidnap from further torture and slavery, but a little gratitude would be nice! Is it too much to ask that you just stick to your end of our deal? Otherwise I have no reason to keep on helping you!"
She was crying, and he was seething with rage. Her tears weren't only fear though, they were anger, anxiety, frustration and so much more. "No, you don't have a reason!" she shouted back. "You have no reason to keep me here, so what's stopping you from sending me back to the dungeons?! Or sending me to be tortured?! Or handing me over?! Nothing! This is your own choice, don't throw it back at me!"
"Fine then! You wanna go? Let's go then, I'm so done with you, Venus. 'Don't mean to put me in harm's way'? You lying bitch!" He stepped closer to her and she tried to push him away but he grabbed her wrist and squeezed enough to make her wince.
She regained herself, and tried to push at him again and managed to make him stumble, but he was quick on his feet and spun them and shoved her against the wall. Minako was in no condition to fight, but she was still on edge and grabbed a fistful of his hair with her free hand. "You can hide behind your pitiful kindness all you want. I'm so sick of you spinning this narrative that you 'only want to go home'." Her voice was becoming more maliced and her grip on his hair tightened as she bunched it into her fist. Trunks grimaced. "Admit it, you're more of a saiyan than you let on. Hell, I bet you liked, no, loved having so much power over me. Pretending to be my friend so you could bend me to your will. I bet you felt so smug when I finally let you fuck me. Well guess what, you do-" the poison in her words was making him angry, but it was also giving him flashbacks to earlier in the night when she was covered in the blood of her fallen opponents, a true warrioress, and the saiyan in him was coming to the surface.
The prince snarled, cutting her off and shoving her against the wall again, her hand still gripping his hair. "You thought I was that desperate to sleep with you? You think I couldn't get it anywhere else on this planet? You idiot, you think too lowly of me for someone in your position!" her eyes bore malice into him, and yet he found her so ridiculously attractive in her rage, he could feel his loins stirring.
"Of course, that's what it always comes back to. I'm just your little slave, and I should be grateful you're not raping me every night." he could hear her heartbeat quickening. She was getting more and more heated.
"You fucking know I wouldn't do that to you, you're less of a victim than you think after tonight."
Minako released his hair and grabbed his free hand, holding it against her neck so that he could feel every drum of her heart. "If I'm such a villain, your highness, then do it. Break my fucking neck and be done with it." She was waiting for him to bite, knowing that he wouldn't. Another display of the tiny bit of power she held over him; the knowledge that he wasn't a sick, murderous bastard.
Her eyes stared at him in shock when he actually tightened his grip around her throat, choking her ever so slightly. He brought his face closer, scowling at her as he watched her eyes plead to him, not expecting him to take the bait. She could feel his rage, his frustration towards her presented in his every move. "Do it, I dare y-"
Her aggression and the image of her bloody pushed him over the edge as he smashed his lips against hers, pulling her towards him. He released her hand, panting ever so slightly, her eyes no less hateful as before, she gripped his hair again, goading him to let go of her. There was a brief pause while he waited for her to decide what she wanted to do. The intensity stretched out the moment, making it seem longer than it was as the dynamic between them shifted; yes they were still pissed at one another, but there was a better way to show it.
The princess yanked him towards her for another aggressive kiss, nipping and sucking his lower lip intending to cause him some sort of pain which he would end up enjoying anyway. What was she doing? Why was this a good idea? She didn't know; the only thing she knew was that it felt good no matter how aggressive he was being with her. She intended to return the favour.
His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her head against him while their mouths crashed against one another, both of them letting loose. He freed her other hand which went on to find the back of his neck, both of them pulling the other as close as they could. The princess swayed her body towards him, brushing her front up against his, feeling her need for him grow.
They pulled away for breath, the two of them panting and their lips slightly redder than before. His eyes spoke wordless orders to the princess, encouraging her to raise her arms for him to slide her sundress over her head, throwing it in the corner and taking a brief second to look her over, eyeing her like she was a meal and he was a starving man. Unburdening his top half at the encouragement of Minako, the two hastily mashed their mouths together again, breathing into the other desperately so they wouldn't have to separate for air.
They stuck together like glue, Minako's hands wandering down his back until she found his tail, giving no thought into what he might do after last time, and grabbed it from the base, stroking it roughly. The princess watched as her captor pulled his head away and shuddered, his eyelids half closed as he tried to focus, lightly groaning as she worked her way further down his appendage. He let out a light whimper, and groaned further still when she applied more pressure. His tail wrapped itself around her wrist, stopping her from progressing. Trunks lifted her thighs around him and she instinctively clung on, straddling him and feeling him poking into her, their layers of clothing blocking the contact they both desperately craved.
Her back hit the bed as her companion was quick in pinning her down, refusing to let her have any control. Pinning her wrists with one hand, Trunks held his bedmate in a dangerous gaze, daring her to break their stare while his free hand tore away what was left of her clothes, holding her completely exposed beneath him.
While her hands were trapped, Minako frustratedly attempted to push down at the waistband of his sweats with her legs to no avail, and Trunks granted her temporary freedom while he discarded them himself.
She attempted to sit up, but a firm hand pushed her chest back into the mattress as Trunks pressed his middle digit into her slit, checking her readiness. He appreciated that he had the same effect on her as she did had on him, applying pressure to her sweet spot a few times, eliciting an eager moan from Vee as she tried to move her hips to further the pleasure, holding his arm in place.
"So eager for my-"
"Just shut up and fuck me, we don't need to talk." The order was plain and simple, only he didn't like being ordered around by a disobedient liar who caused him no end of stress. She would regret ordering him around.
Pumping his cock a few times before lining it up to her opening, a very small part of him wanted to draw it out and make her beg for him while he teased her and edged her for her crimes, but he was too frustrated to play games. He didn't want this, he needed it.
Nails dug into his back when he bottomed out in one stroke, admiring the strained look on her features. She made no attempt to ask him to stop, and so he moved quickly, giving her no time to adjust to him.
Minako groaned, aching and struggling around the hybrid prince while he ploughed her. His grunts and moans were music to her ears, singing a song that made her want to both scream and cry. The princess' pain didn't let up but the pleasure started to break through, nourishing the intensity of her desperation for him. The harder he fucked into her the more of him she wanted to feel; he was dominating her and she would have let him had she not felt such a complicated contempt for him in this moment.
The princess' wrists were still bound above her by one of his hands and she was struggling against him; not for him to stop, but because she wanted to move and it gave Trunks a sinful thought.
For a second she thought he was freeing her when he slowed down his pace and let go of her wrists; she tried sitting up as he withdrew from her; a short 'mmm' escaping when he slowly dragged himself out of her womanhood. She was met with an unwelcome surprise when as soon as he freed himself, he spun her around flat on her stomach and pulled her hips into the air.
Nothing could have prepared her for the ripple of sensation that rang throughout her entirety when he rammed his unsatiated cock back inside of her, penetrating her deeper than he had ever before. He moaned a long, drawn out 'fuck' before he grabbed at her hips with one hand and wrapped a handful of golden locks around his other, tugging her neck up so he could best hear her whining.
"I-I can't catch m-...Fuck!" she howled at the moment his member smashed against her g-spot. The princess was losing focus, unable to think of anything else but the growing knot in her loins. He was receptive to her moaning, aiming at that spot over and over and over again in a relentless flurry of what she could only equate to a merciless attack. This Trunks was a saiyan, and he was making sure she knew it.
His leash had almost slipped in its entirety as the prince could only focus on the rhythmic pulses of pleasure tingling throughout his whole body. His inner saiyan was winning. Claim her. Own her. Make her submit; show her you're the dominant one. She was saying something which he didn't quite catch as he let his internal voice control him.
"I… gonna pass out." she panted, her words barely legible through her moans and whimpering. Her legs felt numb like she couldn't walk if she tried. The only thing stopping her from sloping down was Trunks' grip on her.
A wicked grin appeared on his face. "Ask nicely, princess, I might be nice to you."
She hated that. The word uttered with the utmost sarcasm and contempt; mocking her position beneath him. As if she was less than he was. She hadn't the strength to dispute him; she was at his complete mercy.
"Please…please." Her breaths were shallow and rapid and Trunks could sense her heartbeat. She was exhausted. It was tempting to fuck her until she passed out, and he had to fight with himself to ignore the urge to do so. She deserves it after what she pulled today. But where would all the fun be if that happened?
The saiyan hybrid slowed his assault on her to a stop, and for a split second Minako wondered if it was over; she didn't want it to be. A hand untangled her hair and reached to her throat, pulling her up and pressing her back into him, holding her there with his other arm and never once allowing the two of them to be separated.
Her golden tresses fell between them and around him; with the mess they had made she would have to rewash her hair. His hand moved to her jaw and turned her to look at him. She couldn't. Her face was tear streaked and red while her mouth was agape, sucking in as much air as she could. A pang of guilt fell over the conflicted prince; for a second he wondered if he had gone too far. But when the princess mustered the strength to dig her nails into the hand on her jaw, Trunks knew they weren't finished.
It was a wordless warning which he understood immediately. 'You'd better not leave me unsatisfied'. He nodded, snaking his hand down to her curls and rubbing her clit; carefully watching her face to know when he was at the spot she liked.
Her breathing slowed down a little but not a lot as they stayed connected; Trunks' finger worked its way in hard circles on her bud and when she started to sigh in content, he started to move again.
The other hand held her body close to his; it was the only thing stopping her from falling forward thanks to the numbness of her legs and the intense tingling inside of her. She was starting to pulse, and Trunks knew she was close.
Seeing her regain some composure, his concern for her disappeared and he toyed with her again. Thrusting and rubbing at the same time until she was on the edge…and then he stopped rubbing her and changed his pace, taking great amusement at her frustration.
"Trunks, no…I need it." she hadn't the strength to change their rhythm herself. She needed him to do it. She needed him.
The saiyan in him rose to the surface again, domineering and powerful. "No you don't, princess. You want it. And you know how to ask for a favour from me." His voice was low and demanding, tingles travelled up her spine as he spoke directly into her ear, nipping at it after he was finished.
The princess was desperate for a release so she could rest satisfied, the prince was not willing unless she begged him. She didn't know Trunks had it in him, and while another time she might have found this game to be fun, Minako was too drained to do anything but what he wished. He had won. He had forced her into submission; he knew she was depending on him to bring her what she needed. If that was what he wanted, she would submit to him. This one time.
"I'm begging you…Trunks I'm begging you please!" his inner saiyan gave her a satisfied groan as he repositioned himself to fuck her sweet spot again. His chest vibrated, almost like a purr, when she started to whine again. All for me. His fingers started working on her clit again and just like that she started coiling on the inside. "Please don't stop, Trunks." She whimpered, very nearly sending him over the edge.
"See what I can do for you when you're polite?" He was arrogant but she didn't care about that. She cared about the release that was about to descend upon her.
"Aphrodite please I need to cum!" she uttered in her home tongue, something Trunks found absolutely stunning. Just like that, every muscle that she could still move spasmed and her pussy squeezed around him, electric drumming throughout her whole body. What came out of her mouth was unintelligible for the both of them, but they both knew what she meant.
Minako slumped back against his chest, completely spent, arms drooping at her sides and head leaning on his shoulder.
Trunks gave a satisfied grin, running his teeth between her neck and her shoulder, arguing with himself about sinking his teeth into her flesh and tasting her essence. But he wasn't finished yet.
He let her fall onto her belly on the bed, withdrawing his member which was soaked with her arousal. The sight encouraged the prince to seek his release. He once again flipped her around onto her back and spread her legs. Her eyes focused on nothing; she was out of it.
"Look at me, Venus." It wasn't a request, and she was in no position to defy him.
Her eyes met his, and he made sure to read every expression she made when he inserted himself back into her, relishing in the feeling of her warmth. He wouldn't last long, but he wanted to look at her face before he came, he wanted to look at her face before he finished fucking her.
She gave him a final look of defiance as soon as she could muster her last bit of strength while the menacing hybrid ravished her. He seemed to revel in her conflict, and for that she ran her nails down his torso, making sure to leave marks. The sting made Trunks wince and she inwardly smiled to herself, a small victory in her inevitable loss.
In retaliation, Trunks pounded the still-sensitive Venusian even harder, watching her drown in a swamp of pleasure and exhaustion. There were barely any noises coming from her mouth apart from the occasional sharp intake of air or a small groan. The prince grabbed her jaw again and held her gaze, his peak was so close, and she was close again too.
Her expression barely changed, but her eyes were begging him for another release. And what kind of man would he be if he deprived her of something that they both were desperate for? They exchanged no words, but Trunks let Vee guide his fingers back to her bud and direct the movements of his digits. She moaned again ever so slightly, as if it was the last thing she had the energy to do. She was pulsing again, and this time so was he.
In a moment of passion, the hybrid prince lowered his lips onto hers; kissing a final moan into her mouth as they both came to their release together, lazily intertwined while they shared their bliss.
Minako felt him pour into her as she reached her peak, her core aching and throbbing after being so relentlessly used. But in spite of her mixed feelings, she placed her hand on top of the one holding her face for a reason she couldn't quite think of. It wasn't a thank you. Maybe it was just an understanding she had reached with the man whose kiss she was drowning in. The princess opened her eyes to see another blue pair looking into her own; his eyebrows furrowed together as his hips gently bucked into her one final time, riding the rest of his climax.
The Venusian barely had the strength left to shudder as the hybrid pulled out, his spunk dripping onto the sheets. She didn't have the energy to turn to him as he flopped beside her; they heard only their own hearts and the breathless panting of one another.
The moment turned into a minute of silence, and the minute dragged on; neither of them were too sure of what to say. Were they friends again? Or perhaps nothing had changed from earlier on.
"Well that was…" The princess began, but couldn't quite finish.
"Yeah!" His voice sounded like he was smiling, something which relieved her somewhat.
"Perhaps I should piss you off more often if you're going to screw me like that, your highness." She joked, hoping to at least get some affirmation of a good mood from him. It almost pained her to admit it to herself but it was some of the most intense sex she had every had, and even still she could feel her insides fluttering.
"Just ask. Don't go through all of that trouble again."
"I won't."
But even after venting their frustrations, Trunks didn't believe her. And in all honesty, she didn't believe herself either.
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A/N: Hello everybody. Yes, I am so sorry it took me years to update. I've been studying my butt off and dealing with my mental health. I am okay, just very stressed out. I cannot wait to continue expanding upon the relationship between Minako and Trunks. Their angst and rage and horniness and friendship is so much fun to write about.
I'm also thinking of doing a soft reboot of the fanfic and continuing to update both this and the new one, but with the way my schedule has been that is unlikely. I am going to finish Compromise.
I think in the next chapter we may revisit the Solarians and perhaps even Bulma but I'm not 100% sure yet. I have written out exactly how the main aspects of this story are going to play out, so stay tuned and prepare for a whole lot more of TruNako.
Until next time!
Also, please review! I would love to hear what you think. And of course I am open to any constructive criticism.