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The Future Is Ours
By : moviefan
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female
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- 1-The Future Is Ours
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(A/N: And here we have my next lemon story. If you've been following along with them, you might have noticed that I've been trying out different themes in regards to these writing. Just trying to explore different areas. So here we go now with this one between Trunks and Mai after they leave for a new timeline. Enjoy.)
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"THE FUTURE IS OURS"
Mai finished punching in the code and the mechanical door to the bunker slid open. Her face lit up as she stepped inside, looking around happily.
“Hey, it still works,” she announced. “I was afraid we would have to break in.”
She glanced over her shoulder at her companion, and the blue-haired half-saiyan followed her inside. “How come you didn’t tell me about this place?”
She gave him a small smile. “Because it wasn’t around anymore. It was destroyed… by Black.”
Sorrow filled her voice, and Trunks mentally kicked himself for not having figured that out himself. Mai had been leading a resistance against the rogue Supreme Kai who had stolen Goku’s body before the two of them had met. When she had told him that they could stay at a hidden base that she and her old companions, Pilaf and Shu, had been using to hide away in back when the androids were still at large, it made sense that the reason she hadn’t used it as one of their hideouts during Black’s reign of terror was because it was no longer there. But, apparently, it hadn’t been destroyed yet in this timeline.
He sighed internally. It was going to take some time to accept that this was now their new timeline. After the Omni King had completely erased their original timeline from existence in order to get rid of the immortal Zamasu, who had somehow merged with and spread across the multiverse itself after his physical body was destroyed, Whis, the angel attendant of the God of Destruction, Beerus, had been kind enough to bring him and Mai to another timeline of their reality before Black and Zamasu had begun their destructive rampage.
Time travel, it was such a confusing concept, one that was forbidden even to most deities to meddle with. But while when a god did meddle with time, it altered the space-time continuum itself of whatever reality that timeline was a part of. But when a mortal, like him, did it, rather than change time, it created a parallel alternate reality, just like the one he had created to save his friends from the dreaded future the androids would bring.
It hadn’t been fair. After years of living in fear of Androids 17 and 18, Trunks had finally managed to destroy them. And not just them, but the Cell of his timeline too, and had even managed to prevent Babidi and Dabura from awakening Majin Buu. He’d thought that the people of Earth would finally be able to live in peace after that, but then Black had appeared, determine to wipe out all intelligent life in the universe due to some warped sense of justice in order to create his own so-called perfect utopia.
It had been in the war with Black that Trunks had met Mai. As one of the strongest, possibly thee strongest, beings in Universe 7, after Beerus and Whis of course, Trunks had taken it upon himself to try and stop Black’s spree of destruction and murder. And with Mai as the leader of the resistance, it was only expected that their paths would cross eventually, and so they joined forces to try and stop Black.
They hadn’t been successful. After Black had fused with Zamasu, he had eventually been stopped, but at a terrible cost. With Zamasu having immortality and merging with the mortal Black, he had become a half-immortal, with a body that could be destroyed but an essence that could not, allowing him to become an ether that had infected the universe and spread like some kind of infection, allowing him to wipe out all life across the multiverse, save for Trunks and his companions, which had been why Grand Zeno had erased everything. With no home to go back to, he and Mai had been brought to another future where time currently existed before Black’s destruction began.
It was with no small satisfaction that Trunks and Mai had gotten to witness the Beerus of this timeline Hakai both the Black and Zamasu of this reality after the Whis that had brought them here had warned him and this timeline’s Whis of the destruction that was coming, quite literally erasing the two evil fiends from existence, despite the immortality Zamasu had wished for using the Super Dragon Balls. Then the Whis of the past had returned to his original time of his own reality, leaving Trunks and Mai here in this alternate version of their own reality.
With the threat of Black and Zamasu neutralized, they took solace in the fact that their loved ones were still alive and well in this reality. They had no idea what happened to everyone Zamasu had killed in the erased timeline, if they had been zapped out of existence along with the multiverse or if they had been spared that fate since they resided in Other World, but they tried not to think about it and focus on what they had here and now. But just as Trunks could find satisfaction in knowing that he had created an alternate reality free of the death and destruction created by the androids, he could take that same satisfaction in knowing that his friends and family in this timeline would be free of Black and Zamasu’s.
Unfortunately, neither he nor Mai would be able to interact with any of them. Having come from another timeline, there was already a Trunks and Mai existing in this timeline. The two of them were anomalies, two lost souls originating from a reality that no longer existed. Perhaps one day they would seek out their counterparts and friends and explain things to them, but for now, all they had was each other and hope for the future.
And then came the matter of trying to find a place to live. Capsule Corp was obviously out of the question for now since Trunks’ other self would be there, but fortunately Mai had recalled this old bunker where she used to stay with Pilaf and Shu back when the androids were at large. Having assured him that they wouldn’t be discovered there, they had made the journey there with Trunks flying through the air while carrying Mai since she had yet to learn to fly, something Trunks planned on teaching her someday.
It wasn’t the most ideal place, but it was comfortable enough. Quite frankly, they had both stayed in worse places over the years. When in hiding from powerful beings out to kill anyone they came across, you made do with what you could get. And that was exactly what they did. The bunker needed some touching up, but it would ultimately work. So they went about fixing up the place, which killed the next couple of hours.
The sun had set by the time they were about half done, and they prepared to settle in for the night. As they cleaned up the last of the mess of one of the bedrooms, which Trunks suspected was Mai’s when she stayed here with Pilaf and Shu, he glanced at the girl in question.
“So you’re sure that, um, the other you won’t be coming back later?” he asked.
She shook her head as she pushed a box up on a shelf. “I never did, so I don’t see why she would. Besides, there are far nicer places she would choose to live than an old bunker now that there’s no threat to hide from.”
He chuckled at that. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. Any idea where the other you might be right now?”
She smiled, but it was a sad smile. “Probably off somewhere with Shu and Emperor Pilaf.”
Trunks’ eyebrow rose as he recalled the imp and anthropomorphic dog companions her past self was with. “Oh, right, those two. You never talked about them before, so I didn’t know what to tell them when their past selves asked. What happened to them?”
She was silent for a moment, the smile on her face now vanishing completely. “They’re gone. They were killed. By him.”
Trunks winced internally as he heard the pain in her voice. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who the ‘him’ was that she was referring to. In a way, Black was even worse than the androids. While they had been murderers who went about destroying and killing everyone for kicks, Black had been out with the sole intention to exterminate all intelligent life, hunting down anyone and everyone and taking sadistic pleasure in every life he took.
He mentally kicked himself for his foolishness. He should have figured that her friends had been killed, either by the androids or by Black. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to open old wounds.”
She just shook her head. “No, it’s fine. We’ve both faced losses after all. I’m just glad that our loved ones in this time still have their lives ahead of them.”
Sighing, Trunks nodded sadly. “Yeah, at least there’s that.”
She suddenly became thoughtful. “Actually, now that I think about it, the you and me of this timeline haven’t even met yet, have they?”
Trunks blinked as he considered her words, and he suddenly realized that she was right. At this point in time in this reality, their counterparts hadn’t met each other yet. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” He let out a chuckle. “Kind of strange, isn’t it, with you and I knowing each other, but other versions of us don’t.”
A frown crossed Mai’s face as a far-away look appeared in her eyes. She seemed to be contemplating something for a bit before she finally asked, “Do you think they will?”
He gave her a confused look, not understanding the question. “Will what?”
“Meet,” she clarified, now sounding saddened. “The you and me of this time. Do you think they’ll ever meet someday?”
He blinked again, wondering what she was getting at, before once again realizing that she was right. The two of them had met during the conflict with Black. And although that day hadn’t happened yet in this timeline, since Black’s killing spree had been stopped before it had begun, the events that had led to their meeting would not occur.
This really rubbed Trunks the wrong way. Now that he had he, he couldn’t imagine not having Mai in his life. Not just that, but having never met her. He couldn’t even contemplate such a thing. He didn’t even want to think about her not being part of his life, and not just because she was all he had left of his old life and time.
Even back then, when his timeline still existed, she was the one thing he didn’t think he could bear to lose. And when he thought he had, it had nearly destroyed him. Only his mission of returning to the past to get help from his father and Goku in stopping Black had kept him going back then.
“I think…” he said, considering it carefully, “I think they’ll eventually meet someday. Under different circumstances, sure, at a different place and time, but I still think they’ll meet.”
She looked at him hopefully. “You really think so?”
He gave her a nod. “I do. Call me crazy, but it almost feels like we’re… destined to meet. I mean, just look at our past selves. They met under different circumstances, but they still met. And they seem pretty close too.”
She thought about this for a few moments before smiling. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. Guess that means some things are just meant to be.”
“Maybe they are.”
A giggle escaped her. “Hey, speaking of our past selves, did you notice that little me seemed to have a crush on you?”
A blush suddenly filled Trunks’ face. “What? I, uh… What?”
She giggled again. “You mean you didn’t notice? That’s so cute. But don’t worry, because I think little you developed a crush on me as well, so we’re even.” She playfully winked at him. “Guess that means you like ‘older’ women, huh?”
Trunks felt his face turning redder and diverted his eyes. He still caught the joke she was making about little him liking older women though. Appearances aside, Mai was actually much older than him. She was actually closer in age to his mother. It was a rather bizarre story, but it was one she had shared with him one day when they had been talking about their pasts.
While she hadn’t mentioned Pilaf and Shu by name, she had told him of how she and her friends had been old rivals of his mother and her friends in trying to gather the Dragon Balls, but had always failed to get them. By the time they finally did, instead of going with their original wish, they had instead wished to become younger, planning to then gather the Dragon Balls a second time and then go with their original wish of ruling the world so they could live long, full lives at the top. Unfortunately, when making their wish, they hadn’t specified how young they wanted to be, so the eternal dragon had gone all out and turned the three of them into babies. That had been back when Trunks had been a baby as well. So while technically she was older, than he was, physically and mentally, Mai was about the same age as him.
It was strange, she had told him, having been reverted to a baby and needing to grow up all over again, especially since she still remembered her adult life. But when Shenron had granted their wish, their mentality had reverted to infancy as well. So, despite having their memories of their old lives, in both mind and body, the former Pilaf Gang had been babies that had to grow up like normal. Still, it made for some playful banter and joking amongst those who knew Mai’s secret, which had really only included Trunks and his mother.
“Well, you certainly look good for your age,” he teased.
She smirked at him and placed her hands on her hips. “Oh? And how exactly do we calculate your age with you time traveling so much, dying and then resurrecting, not to mention that whole training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber? And there’s your whole Saiyan youthfulness to consider too.”
He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “Well, you got me there.”
Still smirking, she flicked her hair back. “But considering how unorthodox your past friends are, I don’t even think we’re the strangest of the bunch.”
“That’s for sure,” the half-saiyan agreed, thinking of his friends, which included unique humans, aliens, hybrids, cyborgs, monsters, gods, and angels.
They went back to cleaning up after that, now in slightly higher spirits. But after another minute or two, Mai spoke up again. “Hey, Trunks?”
“Yeah?”
She hesitated for a moment, looking embarrassed. “About what your mom said. Um, you past mom I mean. That thing she said about future her becoming a grandmother…”
Trunks’ face instantly went beet red as his head snapped in her direction. She was looking away from him, but he could see that there was a blush on her face and she was wearing a shy expression. For some reason, this just made him feel even more embarrassed.
He knew what she was talking about. When he and Mai had been saying their goodbyes to everyone, his mother had teasingly made an off-handed comment about her future self becoming a grandmother, and Mai had been implied to be involved with that. It had been a joke, he knew, but the implication had still been there, and there had been a layer of seriousness behind his mother’s teasing, leaving the two of them embarrassed.
He’d hoped Mai wouldn’t bring up what his mother had said, because, well, it was embarrassing and awkward, but it seemed that had been too much to hope for.
“That is… well…” he muttered uncomfortably and turned away as well. “You know Mom. She was just messing with us. No need to take what she said seriously.”
He went back to tidying up, looking anywhere but at her. Why did she have to bring up what his mother said? She had been just as embarrassed by it as he had? He would have thought that she would want to avoid the subject as well. Now things were awkward between them.
“I wouldn’t mind, you know.”
He froze, not quite sure he had heard her right. She’d said it so softly that he wasn’t even sure she had meant for him to hear it or not. But if he wasn’t, then why say it at all? Was she just thinking out loud, or…?
“Wouldn’t mind what?” he found himself asking quietly.
A few seconds passed before she answered. “Making her a grandmother. Now that the world isn’t in danger… I wouldn’t mind…”
Trunks didn’t think his face could turn any redder. He felt so hot that he thought he just might burst into flames. He didn’t know what to say in response to that though, nor could he bring himself to look at her.
“Oh…” he replied, not sure what else to say. “W-Well, um, there’s no rush for that. Now that we don’t need to worry about saving the world, we have plenty of time for, um, other things, I guess. Besides, I’m pretty sure that she was talking to me more than you about making her a grandmother.”
He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore and told himself to just stop talking before he said something really stupid or really embarrassing. Or both.
He kept his back turned to her as he tried to focus on tidying up, but he could hear Mai rustling around behind him. His heart was pounding in his chest, just as hard and as fast as when he was engaged in battle. It was so strange to think that someone could make his heart race like this when he wasn’t fighting them.
“Trunks,” she called to him gently after a minute or two of silence. “Look at me.”
His fists clenched and he took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment and release the breath in a long sigh as he prepared himself for what would probably be a very awkward conversation before turning to her.
“Look, Mai,” he began, but froze at the sight of her, and anything he had planned on saying was lost to him.
Mai was standing a short distance away with her clenched fist held against her chest, and she was practically naked! She had removed all her outer layers and now stood in only her bra and panties. There was a blush on her face and she looked embarrassed and shy, but she was looking directly at him.
“W-What are you doing!?” he exclaimed, feeling as if he were about to spontaneously combust.
Mai’s arm fell down to her side, her knuckles white from how tightly she was clenching her fists. She almost looked as if she wanted to flee, but then a more determine look crossed her face and she stepped towards him. Now it was Trunks who felt as if he wanted to flee, yet he found himself completely rooted to the spot as she approached.
She came to a stop in front of him and looked up at him with a serious yet tender look, still looking shy. “If it’s you, I really don’t mind.”
Hesitantly, she brought her hand up, slowly reaching for him. She barely placed her hand on his chest before both of his came up to grasp hers, holding it tightly, but not too tightly, and he brought it up to rest his forehead against her fingers. “Mai…”
A small smile crossed her face. “It’s ok. I’ve wanted this for some time now. But with Black at large and leading the resistance…”
Yes, he knew exactly what she meant. With the Goku imposter going around and mercilessly killing anyone he came across, and with him being the resistance’s primary soldier and her its leader, there had been no time to worry about things like romance and relationships. Not for the two of them.
His father and Goku had either mistaken or just been joking about her being his girlfriend, but that wasn’t the case, the two of them were not a couple. That didn’t change the way he felt about her though. He loved her, he had for some time now. Her hopeful determination, her strong and compassionate heart, her fearless desire to protect everyone, simply her. There were times where he hadn’t been sure he would have made it if not for her, both figurately and literally. And thinking she had been killed by Black, that had almost destroyed him.
The memory of her lying seemingly lifeless, so low on energy that he hadn’t been able to sense it through his rage, was still fresh in his mind. The tears he hadn’t been able to shed back then crept up in his eyes now as he recalled that horrific memory, and he squeezed them shut as he clenched her hand.
“I thought I’d lost you,” he said, not sure why he was bringing this up now, but unable to shake the image of what he had thought was her dead body from his mind. “I thought he had taken you from me too.”
Her other hand came up and cupped his cheek. “You’ll never lose me, Trunks. I’ll stay with you forever.”
He suddenly pulled her to him, embracing her tightly. She gasped in surprised, but then relaxed against him, and her own arms wrapped around him too as she returned the hug. Trunks buried his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. He couldn’t deny how much he wanted her, but had never taken the initiative, neither of them had, both of them focused entirely on defeating Black and taking care of the resistance. But now they could finally have this, this chance. For them, for the future, for a possibility of a life outside of simply trying to survive day by day.
“Trunks,” she breathed his name as she nuzzled him.
He lifted his head away from her and looked down at her. She stared up at him as well, and then her hands came up to cup his cheeks. She gently brought his head down to hers, and their lips met.
It was their first kiss. Their first official kiss anyway, if one didn’t count the time he had fed her a Senzu bean mouth-to-mouth since she had been unconscious and on the verge of death. It was gentle, just the light touching of lips, but it held so much in the simple contact.
They broke the kiss and came apart, but their gazes remained locked on each other, their eyes shining with so many emotions. Trunks felt his heart pounding in his chest as he read her unspoken feelings in her eyes, and knew that his own reflected his as well. “Mai…”
“Trunks…”
“Mai, I…” he swallowed, working up his courage to finally say the words he wanted to tell her, “I love you.”
Her eyes widened when he spoke. She stared at him for several long moments before a joyful smile spread across her face. He saw tears appear in her eyes, eyes that were such a dark shade of blue that they almost looked black. “I love you.”
And there it was, both of their feelings out in the open at last, no longer needing to be held back by the burdens they bared. This time, Trunks took the initiative, lowering his mouth to hers, and their lips met again, more firmly than their last kiss, but still gentle and loving.
But then it suddenly wasn’t enough. He needed more, he’d been holding back for too long. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her to him, and he kissed her harder. She responded immediately, kissing him back with equal fervor, her hands cupped his cheeks more firmly. He coaxed her mouth open and her lips parted for him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. A light moan escaped her as his tongue tangled with hers and she dipped back slightly, pressing herself against him, one of her legs rising up to hook around his calf.
Suddenly, he spun them around and slammed her against the wall, wary of his immense strength so as not to hurt her. Their kiss suddenly erupted into a heated make out session of lips and tongues as months of pent-up feelings and sexual tension came pouring out of them. One of Trunks’ hands went down to the leg she had curled around him, holding it up and pulling it more firmly around his waist as the palm of his other hand slapped against the wall above her head, denting it in despite his suppression of strength.
Mai moaned into his mouth as her hands went from cupping his face to grasping at the back of his jacket. Trunks took that as a sign that his kissing was at least satisfactory; this was his first time kissing someone after all. He explored her mouth, curling his tongue with hers, causing her to moan again.
They came apart for air, and Mai was left panting. Trunks needed more though, and instantly attacked her neck, tasting her salty skin. Mai gasped as he kissed and sucked at the area, tilting her head to give him better access as she twisted his jacket in her hands. He instinctively ground his hips against hers, and her breath caught in her throat. He enjoyed the sound she made, and did it again, eliciting the same response.
“Trunks,” she said, her voice heavy. “Trunks.”
The way she said his name the second time made him realize that she wasn’t just saying it, but actually trying to get his attention. Grasping for self-control, he lifted his head to look at her, but kept her pressed against the wall.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asked worriedly. He turned his head away shamefully. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
He cursed his overzealousness. He finally had the girl he loved in his arms, wanting him just as much as he wanted her, and he had to go and get carried away like some over-excited, inexperienced virgin. Which, to be fair, he actually was.
He felt her hand cup his cheek again and she turned his head to face her once more, giving him smile. “It’s not that. You didn’t hurt me. It’s just…” She blushed, and now she was the one who turned away, looking embarrassed. “I’ve never done this before.”
He gave her a somewhat surprised look; she had, after all, had an adult life before. “Never? Not even before your wish?”
Her blush deepened and she looked back at him and shook her head. A feeling of primal possessiveness raced through Trunks at the thought that he was the only one to touch her this way, and he was determined to make sure he would be the last.
He kissed her again, this time being sure to maintain more control of himself, despite her assurance that he hadn’t been too rough. She kissed him back, her hands now gripping the front of his jacket to keep him close, even as he kept her pinned to the wall. Then one of her hands moved to just beneath his chin and pulled off his bandana before she reached for the zipper of his jacket.
They paused in their make out session, resting their foreheads against each other. Mai stared directly into his eyes as she slowly unzipped his jacket. She then placed her hands inside, running them up his chest until she reached the top, and pushed it off his shoulders. Trunks shrugged out of it, briefly letting go of her leg to let the sleeves slide off his arms, and the jacket dropped to the floor.
His one hand returned to supporting her leg, and his other hand picked up her other one. He wrapped both her legs around his waist and pushed against her, causing Mai to scoot further up the wall. He then buried his face into her chest and began placing kisses across her upper cleavage above her bra. She sighed and let her head fall back against the wall, holding his head to her chest.
With her legs locked around his waist, he released one and brought his hand up to her chest. He ran his fingers along the top of her bra line before hooking his fingers inside. He continued raining kisses over her chest as he glanced up at her and began to pull her bra down. She didn’t object, her eyes closed in bliss as she ran her fingers through his hair, and he pulled her bra down further until her right breast popped out of its confines.
Still no objection. In fact, her breath hitched and her eyes remained closed. He started trailing his kisses further down her chest until he reached her pebbled nipple. Still keeping his eyes on her face, he began slowly swirling his tongue around the rosy nub. She inhaled deeply in response and bit her bottom lip, her hands now gripping his hair. This encouraged him further and he swirled his tongue around her nipple a few more times before taking it into his mouth.
A whimper escaped Mai as he sucked at her breast, her legs tightening around his waist. She enjoyed the feel of his mouth on her, but it wasn’t enough. She had wanted this for some time now, but there had always been more pressing concerns. Preparations to be made, plans to strategize, food to distribute, shelter to find, people to train, supplies to gather, injuries to attend to, always something.
She hadn’t wanted to be the leader of the resistance, but she had rose to the position, because someone needed to, because it was something she could do. After reliving her second childhood under the androids’ reign of terror, and then losing Shu and Pilaf during Black’s killing spree, her closest companions who had been there all her life, she swore that she would see this hell come to an end, or die trying. She had found a new purpose, a new reason to go on, putting all her time and effort into trying to stop Black.
It hadn’t been easy. In fact, it had been utterly overwhelming. More than once, she thought she might lose it if it hadn’t been for Trunks. With his power allowing him to at least stand up to Black, he symbolized hope that they could defeat the Goku imposter, that the world could be saved. He became her friend, her confidant, her rock, her everything.
While there were others in the resistance she had come to care for, she cared about him the most. He was brave, selfless, compassionate. She’d been so lost after losing Shu and Pilaf, her sole purpose revolving around stopping Black and saving everyone. How could she not fall for him?
But there had been no time, never any time for that. No time for love, no time for relationships. Nor could she allow herself to be distracted by such things even if there was. They had to remain focused on the war. And knowing that either of them could be killed one day just made it even more clear that taking their relationship to the next level wasn’t a good idea.
That was no longer the case. With no more threats hanging over them, with no mass of people depending on them to worry about, the two of them could finally focus on each other. And after seeing how quickly and easily everything could be snatched away from you, Mai was determined not to waste a second. And with nothing in the way of holding back her feelings for the boy who had come to mean so much to her, and who was quite literally the only thing she had left, she wasn’t going to let anything stop her.
She had known that Bulma, well, past Bulma anyway, had just been joking about the whole her becoming a grandmother comment. But while it had been embarrassing, she also couldn’t help but feel a happy thrill. Truth be told, she didn’t expect to survive the war with Black. With his strength, she hoped that Trunks would live through it, but she didn’t think that she would. So the prospect for things like love, children, even a future in general, she didn’t think that they were options for her. But now a whole world of possibilities had opened up.
Perhaps it was a little unorthodox for a woman of her “age” to be with someone as young as Trunks since, technically, she was actually around his mother’s age. But her whole life was… unique, for lack of a better word, what with her whole de-aging phase. When Shenron had turned her, Shu, and Pilaf into babies, he had really turned them into babies, in every sense of the word. And while they still possessed their adult memories, they had still thought, acted, and fell in accordance to their physical age, all the way until they had grown up again. Only now they had been hardened by the harshness of life that came from living under the androids’ reign.
Trunks didn’t care about her actual, technical age though. Bulma hadn’t either. In fact, her being the blue-haired woman’s first adversary in the race to collect the Dragon Balls had been a bigger issue. But seeing as how most of Bulma’s friends had once been her or Goku’s enemies, including Trunks’ father, it didn’t take long to get over that detail, especially since they had been united against a common threat. Though Mai did wonder if Bulma knew how she felt about her son. If so, she either didn’t care or pretended not to notice in light of the more pressing matters. She also wondered if Past Bulma knew who she or her past self were when she had made that becoming a grandmother joke, or if she had yet to find out.
Did Goku know? Somehow, she doubted it. Even as an adult, the guy was a clear idiot. Yet both he and Vegeta had seemed to be under the impression that she and Trunks were boyfriend and girlfriend. Had she been that obvious? She’d always tried to hide how she felt. Did any of the other resistance members or survivors know about her feelings?
It didn’t matter. None of that mattered anymore. All that had happened in a past that, quite literally, no longer existed thanks to the Omni King. This was their chance to start over, to have the lives they wanted and should have had. And so she had gone after what she wanted, finally making a move on the boy she loved, even if it had been embarrassing. She had known he cared for her too, but didn’t know that he would use the L word. Hearing it from him though had made her heart swell with joy. She didn’t think it was possible to be this happy, not after having lived such a hard life.
And yet here she was, in his arms, pinned against the wall, practically naked, her legs wrapped around his waist as he suckled at her breast and ground his hips against her core. Breathy moans escaped her at the feel of his mouth on her and his hard body pressed against hers. But she wanted more, she craved more. She needed to feel his skin against hers. And so her hands went from gripping his hair to clawing at his shirt, pulling it up the length of his back.
The material bunched up around his shoulders, and he released her breast in order to pull his shirt the rest of the way off himself and quickly cast it aside. Then he cupped the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss. Mai’s lips eagerly met his as her hands began exploring the expanse of his back and the length of his arms like she had longed to for some time now.
She admired his hard muscles, built up from all his training and fighting, not to mention his natural saiyan heritage. His bare chest pressed against hers, with only her bra separating them. She reached back with one hand, somehow working it between the wall and her back, to unfasten it. Reaching up, she pulled the straps down her shoulders and slipped her arms free of them. Her other breast spilled out of its confines, and she pulled the material out from between them and dropped it carelessly to the floor. Now there was nothing obstructing their naked chests, and her breasts pressed against his hard pecs.
Trunks’ fingers dug into her thigh as he held her up when he felt her breasts rub against his chest. He felt her hardened nipples poking into his chest, and he pushed himself against her even harder. Mai moaned into his mouth in response as she ran her hands all along his exposed torso. He still couldn’t believe he was finally able to do this with her, to touch her like this, and was glad that she had made the first move since he probably wouldn’t have the courage. Funny, he could face down evil, mass murdering super beings who had enough power to destroy the world with one finger, yet he had been too afraid to make a move on her.
With both their upper bodies exposed, there wasn’t much separating them. Only her panties kept him from having full access to her. He grinded against her center again, causing them both to groan, but he had a few more obstructions than her, and she was just as eager to remove them as he was. One of her legs came down from around his waist to stand on, and she reached down between them, unbuckling his belt and fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants.
“Off,” she demanded against his lips.
He quickly obliged, kicking off his shoes and then pushing his pants and underwear down his legs. He used his feet to free each leg of the material bunched around his ankles, then kicked them away. And just like that, he was bare before her. Well, not before her, as he remained pressed up against her, preventing her from seeing him.
She could feel him though, every bit of him against every bit of her. He ground against her, and she threw her head back and moaned. His erection was trapped between them, she could feel it pressed against her stomach. Only her panties separated them. But not for long though. After having pushed down his pants, his hands had gone back to her lower back and her thigh so he could better grind their nether regions together, but now the hand on her thigh moved up to grab at her panties, which were thoroughly soaked through.
He yanked at the material, and they ripped apart, tearing clean off her. An excited gasp escaped Mai as she felt her final barrier get so ruthlessly torn from her. She knew she should have been upset at him for tearing some of the few pairs of clothes she had, but instead it sent an erotic thrill through her. She grabbed his head and kissed him furiously, the leg that was still wrapped around him bringing him closer.
He stuck his knee between her legs, parting them, and bent it as he lowered her down onto it. Mai moaned against his lips again as she immediately began grinding against it. The action made her feel wanton and embarrassed, but she couldn’t help it. She needed this too much, needed him too much, she had for so long. She broke the kiss and hissed at the feel of rubbing herself against his leg, nuzzling her face against his.
Trunks had his own desires he needed to have met. His hand left her lower back to come up and grab her breast, and he lowered his head to take her nipple in his mouth again. Mai’s hands had been pressed against his back to give herself leverage to rub against him, but one of them now moved to the back of his head to keep him there. His own hand came up though, grabbing her wrist and pinning it go the wall beside her head. Her hand clenched and unclenched, but there was no chance of breaking the grip of someone with his strength, and all she could do was hope that he wouldn’t take his mouth off her.
Eventually he did though, but only to lift his head and give her another passionate kiss. When he broke it, he kept his face right by hers, his lips still grazing hers as he spoke. “I want to taste you.”
Mai’s stomach felt like it did a backflip when she heard those words. He didn’t need permission, he could do whatever he wanted to her, she trusted him completely, with her life, with her body, with her heart, with everything. She struggled to find her voice though, and only managed to whisper a breathy, “Yes.”
With her consent, his hands moved down to cup her rear, halting her forward and back movements. Mai expected him to literally go down on her, but then he surprised her by suddenly and effortlessly lifting her straight up into the air. She cried out in surprise as she slid up the wall, her hands flying down to grab his head for balance as he leveled her hips with his face. Her own face filled with heat as she realized that he was looking directly at her most private area, yet she offered no protest as she held her breath in anticipation.
Trunks stared hungrily at the triangle of black curls between Mai’s legs as he held her up; she was completely weightless in his arms. He adjusted her legs so they hung down his back over his shoulders. He had no idea if his oral skills would be sufficient since he had never done this before, but he desperately wanted to taste her, and he figured that it probably wasn’t too different from kissing, and she had seemed to have enjoyed that. He must have made it awkward though by staring for too long, because he heard a questioning “Trunks?” from her.
He kept her waiting no longer and ran his tongue over her wet slit. She reacted very violently, jerking hard above him, her back arching and her hips thrusting forward as her head fell back and a rush of air escaped her in a gasp. He licked her again, and she jerked some more, this time emitting a whimpering sound as she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip. Realizing that she liked when he did that, he proceeded to lick at her again and again.
Mai’s grip on his head went from simply holding on for balance to tightly gripping his hair. She couldn’t help it though as she squirmed about each time dragged his tongue over her. Embarrassing sounds escaped her that she tried to keep silent, but couldn’t, and she let out a gasp or a whimper each time he licked her.
“T-Trunks,” she muttered, shoving his face into her. Her embarrassment was all but forgotten as she gave up on trying to keep silent, and hisses and moans began to escape her in time with his licks.
Trunks decided that Mai might be the most exquisite thing he ever tasted. Wanting to taste more of her, he buried his face between her thighs and pushed his tongue inside her. The legs hanging down his back instantly straightened as a loud cry escaped her, and her grip in his hair grew painful. He then proceeded to move his tongue around inside her, feeling as she twisted and turned above him, growing all the more responsive.
The word ‘yes’ flew through Mai’s mind again and again as he devoured her. Her legs practically kicked against his back as her body jerked to the left and right, and she struggled not to fall, but was unable to stop moving. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, seeing his head between her legs. The redness in her cheeks deepened and she closed her eyes again and clenched her teeth against the feel of divine bliss he was giving her.
Throwing her head back, she bumped it against the wall. She bumped it a few more times, deliberately now, as she felt her pleasure rise, the knot in her stomach growing tighter and the pressure increasing. And then she felt her pleasure beginning to reach a peak, and she realized that she was getting close. She immediately tried to hold off the approaching orgasm, wanting to have him be inside her when she climaxed for the first time with him.
Releasing his hair, she futilely attempted to push his head back. “Trunks, wait, stop. Please.”
He did, pulling back and looking up at her questioningly. She could see her juices on his chin and mouth, and the sight sent another erotic thrill through her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding concerned.
She tore her gaze away from his mouth and looked deep into his eyes. “I want you inside of me. Right now. Please.”
Supreme Kai almighty, he didn’t think he ever heard more arousing words. He effortlessly set her back down, and once he released her, she grabbed his hands and walked backwards, pulling him along, until her legs hit the edge of the bed. She didn’t take her eyes off him though as she sat down and scooted back onto the mattress, tugging on his hands for him to join her.
He did so, in a manner, hovering into the air as she laid back and slid to the center of the bed, releasing his hands and placing them up beside her head, leaving herself on full display. Trunks floated above her, looking over her naked body, drinking her in. His gaze reached her face, and the look of pure love and raw desire he saw there almost made his heart skip a beat.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told her.
The color in her cheeks deepened, yet she smiled and reached out for him. He wiped his mouth and slowly lowered himself on top of her. Her arms wrapped around him before he even completely settled himself down on her and pulled him against her. He reached up and smoothed her hair back, and she reached up and did the same to him, then locked her arms around his neck.
He lowered his lips down to hers and kissed her, conveying just how much he wanted her. Her arms tightened around him as her lips moved against his, and she began to spread her legs, cradling him between her thighs. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, and she shifted underneath him in anticipation.
Pulling back, Trunks looked down at her for one final confrontation. “You’re sure?”
She smiled up at him. “I lied.”
Her response made him blink down at her in confusion. “Huh?”
Her smile widened playfully and she cupped his face again. “When I said that if it was you that I wouldn’t mind. I lied. I want it to be you. I love you so much, Trunks. I’ve wanted to be with you like this for so long. Please, don’t make me wait anymore. I need you.”
She tilted her hips up to convey what she wanted with her body as well as with her words. Trunks couldn’t have denied her even if he wanted to. He lifted himself up tightly and took hold of himself, feeling around for her entrance. When he felt the head of his cock brush against her wet slit, he pressed forward a bit, slipping the tip inside. Mai inhaled and closed her eyes in anticipation, her nails biting into his cheeks.
Afraid he was hurting her, he released himself and reached up to stroke her cheek with his thumb. She grabbed at his hand and turned her face into it, nuzzling his palm. Then she bent her knees on either side of him and released a deep breath. She looked up at him and nodded, spreading her legs further.
Trunks began to slowly push into her, and felt her wet heat begin to envelop him. He didn’t get far before he ran into the evidence of her claim that she had never done this before, and paused as her face scrunched up and her body tensed.
“Don’t stop,” she told him, sounding breathless. “Just push. Hurry, make me yours.”
Hating the pain he was about to cause her, he obliged and pushed onward, tearing through her barrier as if it were nothing. Mai jerked underneath him, crying out in pain in response. He froze when she did, but he did it, he was all the way inside, his hips flush against hers. But the pained cry she had unleashed had him worried, and he ignored the sheer bliss and joy he felt at being inside her as he looked down at her in concern.
“Mai, are you alright?” he asked, keeping still.
Her eyes were closed and she was biting at her bottom lip. She cracked open an eye though at his question and gave him a small smile. “Don’t worry, I’ve had worse. This is nothing.”
She said that, but then he saw tears fill her eyes, and he stroked her cheek soothingly, afraid she was putting on a brave front and was in more pain than she was letting on. “You’re crying.”
Her smile just widened. “It’s fine. These are happy tears. I can finally be with you this way.” She wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t stop now. Keep going. Take me completely. I want you to.”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore?”
She pulled him down and kissed him. “It’s fading, but all I can focus on is you. I can feel you inside me. You fill me completely. Now, keep going.”
He wanted to, his body demanded it of him, but he was still concerned about any pain she might be in. But when she began squeezing his waist with her legs, he began moving. He went very slowly, just testing the waters as he gently pulled out and then pushed back in. She cooed in response, but he still saw traces of pain written across her face. So he continued his slow and steady pace, ignoring his body’s demands for him to simply take her.
But as he continued his gentle hip motions, he saw those traces of pain fade away, and only sighs of pleasure began to leave her. He took that to mean that it was ok to not be so cautious, and he slowly began to increase his speed. A moan escaped her when he did, and she hugged him tighter. This encouraged him to keep going, and he began to move his hips at a faster yet still steady rhythm.
Mai’s hips rose to meet his as they came down, and she began to match his pace. Her breathing started to grow more ragged as they matched each other, and moans began to regularly escape her. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and she hugged him tighter still, their chests rubbing together as he rocked into her, and her bent legs soon wrapped around his waist to help pull him into her every time he pushed back in.
“You’re inside me,” she spoke into his ear, sounding utterly overjoyed. “You’re inside me. You’re finally inside me!”
Yes, he most certainly was, and it felt amazing. And the sheer joy he felt that it was her he was inside only amplified it. A wave of possessiveness went through him and he grasped her shoulders, his movements becoming more passionate. She offered no resistance, all traces of any pain she had felt earlier gone, and returned his passion with equal enthusiasm.
Mai relished in the feel of Trunks, of him on top if her, inside her, moving with her. Just the thought that she was united with him in this way was enough to bring her to ecstasy, and that didn’t even include the physical part of it. The last remnants of pain she had felt were already forgotten as she writhed beneath him, holding on for dear life. Sounds were forced out of her each time their bodies met, and when they kissed, she felt as if he were stealing the very breath from her lungs.
As pleasing as his mouth on her had been, she was glad she had decided to wait until he was inside her before allowing him to bring her to climax. Having him actually inside her made her feel connected to him on a whole other level. And as her pleasure peaked, she clung to him tightly and cried out in ecstasy. Her body started jerking underneath his, and she heard him groan loudly as he felt her climax around him. She squeezed him with her arms and legs as she pressed her face into his shoulder.
Trunks almost lost it as he felt Mai cum. Her body jerked about, and her inner walls milked him furiously. He couldn’t help but to stop his movements as he watched her writhe around in pleasure. The sight alone was almost as good as the feeling, and he wanted to burn the image into his mind. Her limbs squeezed him tightly as she buried her face against him, but he hardly even felt the pressure with how much stronger than her he was. So strong in fact, that he was afraid he might break her if he lost control.
After a time, her hold on him began to loosen, and the jerking of her body ceased. Her head fell back onto the bed as she panted. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him to see him watching, and she reached up to cup his face. “Oh, Trunks.”
She pulled his face down to her and they kissed. After a few moments, Trunks slowly began moving again. She moaned into his mouth as he thrusted against her, but kept his face down by hers, refusing to break the kiss. And when his thrusts grew faster and rougher, she wrapped her arms around his neck so as not to break their lip contact.
They had to eventually when the need for air became too great, and Mai reluctantly pulled her mouth from his, and they both panted as they sucked down air. Trunks was moving against her almost aggressively, his eyes shut and his teeth clenched, but Mai could tell he was still holding back, and she didn’t want him to. She wanted to feel everything, to experience everything he had to give and have him go all out and lose control. She needed it just as much as he did.
“Trunks,” she panted, her voice slightly shaky as he pounded into her, “don’t hold back. You can let go.”
He kept up the pace, but didn’t open his eyes. “But…”
“No buts,” she told him. “It’s ok for you to go all out. I can take it. I know you’d never hurt me. Please, I want you to. Let me feel it. All of it. Give me everything you have.”
At her encouragement and coaxing, his control snapped. While he made sure to suppress his incredible strength, he stopped holding back in all other areas. He released all his pent-up feelings, an entire lifetime’s worth of pain and loss, anger and sadness, everything he had bottled up now came spilling out. He began pounding her furiously, pouring out everything he had into her, becoming almost violent as he let go of all restraint, almost as if he were trying to fuck the battle out of himself.
Mai took it all. Everything he unleashed, she took it and unleashed her own feelings as well, pouring them into him. The heights she had fallen from when she had gone over the precipice quickly rose up again, and she began practically clawing at him, her toes curling in sheer bliss. She felt Trunks’ hands at the back of her head as he pulled her face to his and they kissed furiously, aggressively, panting and moaning during the brief moments they came apart.
Mai’s nails scratched their way down his back, grazing over the circular scar of where his tail had been surgically removed when he was a baby to grasp his rear, pulling him into her as his hips came down, encouraging him to give her more. She knew he needed this, they both did. They were taking each others pain and healing it with their love. She knew that Trunks’ pain ran even deeper than hers, and she would take it all.
Trunks was besides himself as he got lost in Mai. While still careful not to hurt her, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. And Mai only demanded more from him. Her moans had evolved into screams of ecstasy as he pounded into her, her body jerking violently from his relentless pounding. He didn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to, and as he continued to give her everything he had, he felt himself getting close.
“Mai,” he gasped out, “I’m going… to cum!”
She cried out a few more times before she managed to respond. “Me too! Do it, Trunks! I said you could! Give me everything you have!”
Hearing her say that drained the last bit of control he had. He gave her one final, hard thrust, rising up onto his arms as his head turned towards the ceiling. His aura flared up around him as he cried out, and he exploded inside her in the most powerful orgasm of his life.
Mai screamed beneath him as she felt the powerful spurts of his seed hit her inner walls. She squeezed his ass-cheeks as she came right along with him, her back arching high off the bed. They both pressed their hips together as they rode out their climaxes, Trunks’ aura surrounding both of them.
As the last few spurts escaped him, Trunks’ aura died down as he slowly lowered himself onto Mai. She dropped back down to the bed and wrapped her arms around him as another spasm ran through her body every few seconds. Trunks rested his full weight on her for a little while before he realized that he was probably crushing her, and he made to roll off her.
“No,” Mai said, almost aggressively, wrapping her limps around him even tighter.
Trunks rested back down, but then slipped a hand beneath her back and rolled over, taking her with him. This she allowed, letting her limbs go slack as he rolled onto his back with her lying on top of him. The movement caused him to slip from her body and she settled down over him, nuzzling his chest before resting her head against it to listen to his heartbeat, feeling happier and more at peace than she could ever remember being.
Trunks was having different thoughts. He was disappointed in himself for losing control the way he had. Even though she had told him not to hold back, he had still been rougher than he had meant to be, brutal even. This had been her first time, it should have been gentle, loving. Instead, he had used her as an outlet for his lust. Some lover he promised to be if this was how he behaved his first time.
He looked down at the girl resting her head on his chest. He reached down and brushed aside some of her hair that was sticking to her forehead. She opened her eyes at the contact and looked up at him, giving him a smile.
“Hey,” she said contently.
“Hey,” he replied, less enthusiastically, then shut his eyes in shame. “God, I’m sorry, Mai.”
She frowned in confusion and shifted over him, resting her chin on his chest. “Sorry? For what?”
He sighed, running a hand through his own damp hair. “I lost control.”
Her frown deepened. “I told you to.”
He shook his head. “But I shouldn’t have. At least not for your first time. I was too rough with you.”
“No,” she said, lifting her head up. “It was beautiful.”
He didn’t seem to be paying attention. “I used you. You deserved better than that. I shouldn’t have been so rough. I know you told me not to hold back, but I still got carried away. I should have–”
“Trunks, listen to me.” She scooted up his body and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. “You did nothing wrong. I loved everything you did to me. I wanted it. I wouldn’t have asked for it otherwise. We both needed each other and gave the other what we needed. That’s what partner’s do; there’s nothing wrong with that.”
She kissed him then, showing him just how alright she was. Trunks began to relax as he returned the kiss, and he wrapped his arms around her. When the kiss broke, she smiled at him and rested her forehead against his as she looked into his eyes.
“Really, I’m fine,” she assured him. “Better than fine. I may not have any experience, but I can tell that you’re an amazing lover. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this free. You gave that to me, Trunks, and I want to take away your pain too.” She playfully rubbed her nose against his. “Don’t worry, I’m a tough girl; you should know that better than anyone. I can handle a little rough sex.”
He relaxed some more, no longer feeling like such a screw up. “I just wanted to make your first time special.”
She giggled and laid her head down on his shoulder, giving his chin a playful bop with her fist. “You big dummy. Of course it was special. It’s because it was with you. That will always make it special.”
He smiled at that as he held her close and began running his hand up and down her back. Mai let out a content “Mmm” and snuggled against him, resting her own hand over his heart. They laid like that in post-coitus bliss, simply savoring the other’s closeness.
“This is nice,” she said after a few minutes. “Why didn’t we ever do this sooner?”
He chuckled. She knew very well why, but he decided to play along. “Because we both decided to carry the weight of the world on our shoulders.”
“Mmm,” she uttered again, this time in answer to his question as she began drawing patterns on his chest. “Maybe we should have given it a try sooner anyway. Sex is supposed to be a good way to de-stress after all. And we certainly carried around a lot of stress.”
“It comes with the job,” he joked. “Saving the world is no easy feat.”
“No, I suppose not.” She looked up at him again with a smile. “But it got us here.”
He pressed a kiss to her temple. “I hope little me and little you have an easier time of it.”
A light giggle escaped her. “I’m sure they’ll get there eventually. But right now, this is our time.”
He continued staring down at her, his playful smile shifting to a serious look. “I meant what I said, Mai. I really do love you.”
Her eyes moistened and her smile widened. “I know. And I really love you. And I plan to love you every day for the rest of forever. I had to hold back for so long for the sake of the resistance, but I’m not going to anymore. After losing so much of what I love and so many people I care about, I swear to never take anything for granted since I know how easily it can be taken from me.”
“Mai,” he whispered, reaching out to stroke her hair. “You’ll never lose me. I won’t allow it.”
She began to lean in. “I know.”
She kissed him then, and they began to leisurely make out as he kept his hands on her lower back, keeping her close. She grew playful, nibbling at his bottom lip before taking it between her teeth and lightly tugging on it.
“‘Ey!” he muttered.
She giggled and released him, and he gave her a look of mock annoyance before giving her rear a light slap. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, and he smirked at her. Then she gave him a mischievous grin before leaning in and lightly biting his chin. She let go after a few seconds, then moved down to his collar bone, then shoulder, then moved lower, giving him little love bites at each place she stopped at.
She pressed a kiss to his chest after giving him another love bite, then kissed lower and lower, slowly making her way downward, trailing her tongue down the center of his six-pack. When she reached his waist though, he suddenly realized what she was going for.
“Mai, wait,” he said. “You don’t have to–”
“I want to,” she interrupted. “I want to taste you too. It’s my turn.”
When she said this, he dropped his protests; after all, who wouldn’t want to continue? He then watched as she turned her attention to his member. He was still flaccid, having just cum a short while ago, but when she took him in her hand, he grew partially erect. She blushed at the sight, looking somewhat shy again, and not entirely sure what to do. But then she opened her mouth and leaned in, taking him inside.
Trunks grunted through clenched teeth and his head fell back. His hands closed into fists and he slammed one down on the mattress, making the whole bed jump. He had been completely unprepared for the level of pleasure that would hit him at the feel of Mai’s warm, wet mouth sucking him. She drew upon his member succulently, and he slowly grew harder in her mouth.
In less than a minute, she had him fully erect once more, and she rose up over him more so she could bob her head. It took all of Trunks’ self-control not to grab her head and simply start thrusting up into her mouth. Instead, he just clenched his fists tighter and tighter so as to keep his hands to himself.
Gripping him at the base, Mai slowly moved her head up and down on him. She could taste traces of herself on him, but soon all she could taste was him. She sucked on him gently, treating his member like a popsicle as she bobbed her head. She had no experience in doing anything like this, but she knew that guys enjoyed it. She hoped that he liked it as well, but based on his reaction, she didn’t think she had anything to worry about.
Her own arousal grew as she pleasured him until she was desperately aching for him. She pulled her mouth off him, sucking hard on his head, then gave it a couple licks as she began pumping his saliva coated length, keeping her gaze locked on him the whole time, even though his eyes were closed. She crawled up onto him and then sat up so she was straddling his waist, one leg on either side of him.
Reaching down, she took hold of the hard pole of flesh resting against her stomach, running her hand up and down its length. She was sore from their previous session, but had grown so aroused again that she didn’t care, and she knew that the pleasure to come would be worth it. She couldn’t help but jokingly think of how it was a shame that they didn’t have any Senzu beans.
Rising up on her knees, she positioned him at her entrance and inserted the head. Trunks’ hands left his sides and came up to grip her hips, though he didn’t do anything to take the situation out of her control. She rested her hands on his stomach and began lowering herself, and they let out simultaneous groans as she sank onto him. She took him all the way in and held him there, her eyes closed in bliss as she ignored the slight pain from the soreness she felt from him his rough treatment earlier and from him stretching her.
Trunks’ grip on her hips tightened as he held her against him. Soft pants escaped her as she readjusted to his invasion, balancing herself against his stomach. Then she leaned forward and began to rise and fall on him, rising up onto her knees and then coming back down. Trunks groaned underneath her as her nether-lips and inner walls squeezed and rubbed against his hardened length. He let her set the pace, keeping his hands where they were to help her move along, but maintaining the rhythm she set.
With her in control, he took the benefit the position gave him of admiring her body as she bounced up and down on him. Her patch of black curls came down to mesh with his blue ones before she rose once more, her stomach muscles clenching and unclenching as she responded to the stimulation she received, her breasts bouncing up and down in time with her movements. Trunks was all but hypnotized at the look of ecstasy on her flushed face as her mouth hung open, her long black hair dancing around her. She was truly a sight to behold, and he enjoyed it to the fullest, truly grateful that he could see her like this and hear her sounds of pleasure.
Mai kept her eyes closed as she relished in the feel of moving up and down on him, her soreness already forgotten. Ceasing her up and down movements, she leaned back and began thrusting against him instead, moving her hips forward and back as she grabbed onto the underside of his legs to help her movements. Her pace increased and her moans began coming out faster, and she heard Trunks groaning right along with her.
His hands left her hips and clenched into fists at his sides. His head fell back and his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation of her moving on him. As his heartrate rose and his breathing increased, he was once again overcome with the need to roughly take her once more. Despite having let himself lose control last round, there had still been one part of himself that he had still been holding back. But he wouldn’t let himself lose control a second time. Mai had said that she could take anything he could dish out, but he would not run the risk of hurting her, not again.
But he needed more. He needed to feel her pressed against him, to feel her body flush against his, her heart beating against his chest, her breath intermingling with his own. And so he sat up, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her up against him. Her arms instantly went around him and her lips found his. They panted against each other’s mouths as her hips kept moving, and he thrusted up into her in turn. His one hand fell to her lower back to help push her against him as his other hand cradled the back of her head.
Mai’s own hands ran up and down his back, over his shoulders, down his arms, tangling in his hair. She hissed loudly as she drove herself against him, resting her forehead against his. She opened her eyes, looking into his, and saw the need for her and raw desire in them. She had told him that she would take everything of his, that she wanted it, and she had meant it.
But even now, she could tell that there was still a part of himself that he was holding back. Even before, he had still kept part of himself at bay, unwilling to truly go all out. She wouldn’t have it though, she would have all of him, every part of him, even the part of himself that he was afraid to unleash out of fear of hurting her. She would take it though; she would take any amount of pain if it meant helping him and taking away his suffering.
She cupped his face and looked directly into his eyes. “Trunks,” she panted, not ceasing her movements, “you’re still holding back.”
“I’m not,” he objected.
“You are. I know you are. I know you, Trunks. I can tell you’re still holding back, even now.”
“Mai…”
She kissed him, lingering a long time on his lips before pulling back. “I said I want all of you, and I meant it. Every last part of you. Your pain, your anger, your passion, I want to experience it to the fullest.”
An almost pained look crossed his face. “But what if I…?”
She kissed him again. “I know you’re afraid of hurting me, but I told you that you won’t. I know you won’t; you never could. I want to share everything with you, I want to have every bit of you. I promise to tell you if I need you to stop anything. Don’t worry about hurting me, you won’t. I’m not afraid of what you’re capable of. Hold nothing back. Nothing.”
He hesitated as he realized what she was truly asking for. She didn’t just want him to lose control, she wanted everything he had to offer, to truly go all out, to experience him to the fullest. He had gone all out last time, but not completely. There was still a part of himself that he was afraid of unleashing on her.
Mai’s hands left his face, one going to the back of his head to grab his hair as the other gripped his shoulders, and she stared at him almost challengingly. “Do it. Give me everything. I want it.”
He couldn’t resist when she asked him like that, not when his body was so desperate to unleash itself on her. It was almost like the rush he got when fighting a powerful opponent, and the urge to unleash all his power on them. He could unleash, but he could also control to make sure he didn’t damage the planet in the process. Mai was asking him to do the same with her.
His arms wrapped around her and he crushed her to him in a tight embrace. Burying his face into her neck, he let out a loud cry and transformed. His power flared up around him as his hair rose up and became spiky, changing from blue to gold. His muscle mass expanded as well, and Mai threw her head back and let out a cry of her own, her eyes going wide and her mouth dropping open as she actually felt his size and girth expand inside her, becoming thicker, longer.
Trunks unleashed himself, letting out everything he had, fully this time. The power of his Super Saiyan form flowed through him and into her. Unleashed, uncontrolled, but still tamed, just like in battle. He held her to him tightly, letting loose, but staying in check so as not to break her like he so easily could. He took control of the sex, dominating it completely, moving her how he wanted and how fast.
Mai cried out in his arms as he finally, finally, gave her what she asked for. This was what she really wanted. All of him, even his inner-most part, the darker, brutal, animalistic side he reserved only for his enemies. She wanted to feel it, that passion, that raw power let loose in a different way, to truly know all of him. She gave herself over to it, letting him have complete liberty of her body. She did her best to match him, giving over everything she had as well.
Clinging to his shoulders, she fell back as she thrusted her hips at him. Trunks’ arms prevented her from dropping back as she released him and grasped her own breasts. “Yes! That’s it! That’s it!”
Trunks grunted and panted as he pounded into her. He slowly lowered her down onto the mattress, and Mai’s legs went around his waist as she writhed around on the bed. Trunks rose up onto his knees and grasped her hips to pull her into him as he began thrusting into her even harder.
Mai thrashed about on the bed, moaning uncontrollably as she squeezed her breasts. Trunks was being even rougher than before, but Mai completely relished in his aggressiveness, turning her head side to side. “More! Give me more!”
He hesitated, but only briefly. She was showing him that she could indeed take whatever he dished out. And not just take it, but that she enjoyed it. And so he transformed again, becoming an Ascended Saiyan, and then again, becoming an Ultra Super Saiyan, his hair lengthening and his muscle mass growing exponentially.
A scream tore its way out of Mai’s mouth. He’d expanded inside her more and more with each transformation, stretching her out further. Her back arched high off the bed, her hands falling away from her breasts to grasp at the bedsheets. She wanted to reach up and feel the muscles of his transformed state, but he was out of reach, and now that she had hold of them, she couldn’t seem to bring herself to let go of the bedsheets, needing to hold onto something, to anchor herself in place against the onslaught of pleasure assaulting her senses; she felt as if she would float away otherwise.
Trunks’ power continued to rise as he pounded into Mai, his green eyes disappearing to become blank white. The whole bunker was shaking as his energy swirled about, bathing both of them in a gold light. Mai was no longer even participating, she merely took everything he unleashed, too overwhelmed to do anything other than thrash about as she was showered in sensation. Her screams were consistent, but they were lost over Trunks’, his amounting to a battle cry.
And then a much louder cry tore its way out of her. She rose so far off the bed that only her head and feet remained pressed against the mattress as her back bowed and she yanked at the bedsheets. Every muscle in her body tensed up as she came in a powerful rush, her orgasm stronger than any she had ever felt. Her eyes were squeezed shut, yet she saw stars dancing behind her lids that soon gave way to a brilliant flash of white light.
Trunks felt her cumming around him, the feel of her clenching inner walls robbing him of his stamina. Wanting to join her in bliss, he gripped her hips even tighter and thrusted into her so fast that his own hips were a blur of movement. Mai’s wail somehow increased in volume as his rapid increase of speed rose her to even greater heights. And then his cry joined hers as he pulled her against him hard and erupted inside her, his release even stronger than before.
He didn’t want it to end, but eventually the last few spurts of his seed shot out of him. He didn’t let up though, keeping her hips pressed against his until he was certain she had taken every last drop he had to offer. Only then did he power back down to his base form. His strength seemed to fade away completely, as if he actually had been in a battle, as he lowered Mai’s hips down onto the bed.
Falling forward, he caught himself just before he dropped down on Mai. Gathering her into his arms, he turned them onto their sides. Her arms seemed to reflexively go around him, and her leg curled around his calf. They were both panting heavily as they embraced, and Mai’s eyes slowly fluttered open. He could see tears in them and once again grew concerned. This time he truly hadn’t held anything back. Had it been too much for her?
“Are you… ok…?” he asked, finding it difficult to speak.
She too seemed beyond words, requiring several seconds to get her breathing under control and swallowing a few times. Instead of answering though, she leaned in and kissed him, pouring out all the love she had for him.
When she broke the kiss, her breathing was still ragged, but she seemed to have regained the ability to speak again as she gave him a joyous smile. “I’m wonderful. That was wonderful. It was everything I had hoped for and more.”
He let out a sigh of relief. “Then I wasn’t too rough?”
She chuckled and reached up to push back a lock of hair that was sticking to his forehead, mimicking his action from before. “That again? I swear, Trunks, you really do worry too much. I told you that I would let you know if it became too much, didn’t I?”
A small smile spread across his face. “Yeah, you did.”
She kissed him, smiling in contentment. “Thank you, Trunks. I feel so close to you. And I really did enjoy it. It’s good to let loose every once and awhile. You can be as rough with me as you want; I can take it.”
“So I see. Not bad for an old lady.”
She playfully slapped his shoulder. “Not bad for the fastest man in the universe.”
He chuckled and gently stroked her check. “Cute. Next time though, I plan on taking my time with you.”
“Mmm,” she muttered happily. “That sounds really nice too. I’ll look forward to that.”
She pulled back slightly to allow some space between their bodies. Reaching down, she placed her hand over her stomach, then looked up at Trunks in amusement. “So, do you think we actually made Bulma a grandmother?” she asked teasingly.
He let out a small laugh. “I imagine it’ll probably take a few tries before that happens.”
“Well, I’m certainly not complaining about that. But I think I’d like to have you to myself for a little while first before we take on any more responsibilities. We certainly deserve a break after everything we’ve been through.”
He nodded in agreement as he hugged her close. “Yeah, that’s for sure. There’s no need to rush anything. After all, the future is finally ours.”
THE END

(A/N: Another story done. I must say, I wasn't entirely as satisfied with this one as I was with the last few I did. Maybe it was the theme or the subject matter I tried to incorporate into it. Well, regardless practice is still practice, and it helps me identify my strengths and weaknesses. I hope you enjoyed this all the same. Peace out.)
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