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By : moviefan
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female
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(A/N: This chapter is another filler. It's the aftermath of the party from the previous chapter. Trunks and 18 also have a nice little heart to heart chat.)
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Chapter 22: Playing House
The next morning, when the sunlight crept into the room and shined across Trunks’ face, his eyes slowly crept open. He shut them immediately, wincing at the way the sunlight hurt his eyes. But that was only the beginning of his problems. He had a blinding headache that pulsed painfully with every beat of his heart, and he felt like he was going to be sick.
‘What the hell happened last night?’ he wondered.
The events of the party were all a blur. What happened to make him end up in this condition, and why did he have a bad case of cottonmouth?
Was this, perhaps, the aftermath of fighting Broly and Cooler? He doubted it. The Senzu bean he had taken should have fixed up all his problems; besides, these weren’t the aches and pains of finishing a battle.
The door to his room opened, making him wince at the sound, and his mother stepped in. Placing her hands on her hips, she gave him a disapproving look. “Finally up, huh? 18 said she sensed you wake up.” She frowned at him. “You look awful.”
He groaned miserably. “I feel it too.”
“Well, that’s what you get for drinking so much when you can’t hold your liquor.”
Trunks cracked an eye open. He’d been drinking? When? Why? He didn’t drink. A long time ago, he tried some of his mother’s sake and hated it. Not to mention he had in a silly mood afterward, and had never touched any alcohol since.
“What do you mean?” he grumbled.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at him. “Just what I said. That stupid pig got you drunk. I swear, here you are, a Super Saiyan, yet you let a few bottles of sake knock you off your feet.”
Oolong had gotten him drunk? No, that couldn’t be right. How would Oolong get him to drink, and why?
Some of the events of the previous night came back to him and he groaned. No, it hadn’t been Oolong. It had been 18. She practically forced that first bottle down his throat. After that, he had indulged, a big mistake on his part. But he had told her that he couldn’t hold his alcohol. So why would she…?
He grumbled irritably. She’d been trying to seduce him again. He remembered it now. And in his current state, he had accepted her without any protest. But he didn’t remember what he said or what he did. Had they once again…?
‘I’m going to get her for this.’ he thought angrily.
Looking at his pathetic state, Bulma sighed. “You should have something to eat. No matter what condition Goku or your father were in, they always perked up at the thought of food.
Trunks might have vomited, but there was nothing in his stomach. Regardless of that, he didn’t think he coud eat; at least he didn’t think he could keep it down. Any other time, the thought of eating would have been enough to work up an appetite, but now, the mere thought of food was making him feel sick.
“Maybe later…” he muttered, pulling the blanket over his head. “I just want to go back to sleep.”
His mother sighed again. “Fine stay in bed. I have to take Roshi and the others back, because I do not trust that old man to drive or fly after last night. Honestly, he was more buzzed than you were.” She turned to leave. “I’ll have 18 come check on you later. She said she’d take care of you while I was away.”
‘I’ll bet she did.’ “Can’t she be the one to take the others back and you stay here?”
“I’m not going to clean up your mess, Trunks. It’s your own fault that you’re in this condition. Sometimes you have to learn from your mistake. Remember how you feel now the next time you plan to indulge.”
Silently cursing 18, placing all the blame on her, Trunks just gave his mother a mumbled reply. She left the room, leaving him to his first hangover.
‘I am so going to kill her.’ he thought, before falling asleep again.
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Ok, so things hadn’t gone as planned. Trunks had gotten a bit too wasted last night, when all she wanted to do was get him to be more willing to her affections. Instead, he had passed out on her, just when things were getting good, and now he was sick in bed with a hangover.
She chuckled at the irony. ‘He beats 17, Cell, Luud, Cooler, and Broly, yet he’s undone by a few drinks.’
He would no doubt be angry with her. But she would have expected him to be angry with her even if things had gone as planned. She hoped that she hadn’t increased the gap between them with her little stunt last night. She had been hoping to bring them closer together with her seduction last night, and had hoped that with his impaired senses that he would be more willing.
‘Well, I got half way there.’
Perhaps she could make it up by playing the role of the caring girlfriend. She shivered at the thought. She cared deeply for Trunks, and she enjoyed their intimate moments, but the thought of getting all mushy with him just didn’t sit right with her.
‘I should still make it up to him somehow, or at least care for him while he feels sick.’
After putting together some foods that would be easy on his stomach, she made her way up to his room. She could tell by his energy signal that he was asleep, but she decided that he had slept long enough.
“Hey, come on, Super Saiyan, get up.”
Setting down the tray of food, she watched as he began to stir. When the scent of the food hit his nose, his eyes snapped open and his face turned green. Then he vanished from the bed, too fast for 18 to see, and was suddenly in the bathroom, getting sick in the toilet.
Wondering how he could be vomiting with an empty stomach,18 sighed and stepped into the bathroom with him. She reaching down, she held back his hair as he got sick again. “It seems like our roles are switched around quite a bit.”
Wiping his mouth, he looked up at her irritably. “What do you want?”
She couldn’t help but smile at his harsh tone. “Are you that angry with me?”
“Yes! You got me drunk and then tried to seduce me.”
18 nodded. “Which is why I said our roles seem to be reversed. Shouldn’t you have been the one trying to get me drunk and then seducing me?”
Feeling another wave of nausea coming on, he looked back down at the toilet. “Don’t you have any morals? As you pointed out, you are a woman, and therefore should be the one playing hard to get.”
She just grinned at him. “I told you, I work for what I want. I want you, Trunks, and I’m going to use whatever I can to my advantage.” Her eyes narrowed. “And just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I have to wait around to be swept off my feet. I can do the same thing as any man, and thinking otherwise makes you sexist.”
Trunks grumbled. “I feel too sick to think at all.”
“Then lets get you back into bed. I’ll get you a bucket so you don’t have to run to the bathroom every time.”
She offered to help him back to the bed, but he just shrugged her off and made the rest of his way by himself. 18 frowned, feeling a little put off, but let him do as he pleased and sat on the bed beside him.
“You should eat something.” She told him. “It’ll make you feel better.”
Trunks turned away from her. “You should know that until the alcohol is out of my system, I’m not getting any better.”
“You will if you eat.” When he refused again, she gave him a warning look. “Trunks, you’re eating if I have to force it down your throat. And I can do it too, just like I did with the sake last night.”
“Yeah, thanks for that. Your little stunt is the whole reason I’m in this condition.”
“Hey, don’t place all the blame on me. I gave you one drink. You’re the one that gulped down the other three.”
Trunks grumbled, but had to admit that she was right. He had been the one to overindulge. “Just promise me you won’t try and get me drunk again.”
She chuckled. “Sorry, no promises. But I will make sure to keep an eye on your alcohol intake from now on.”
“I don’t plan on drinking ever again. And if you ever pull a stunt like that again, you’ll be sorry.”
Becoming angry, 18 stood up. “I wouldn’t have to resort to such cheap tricks if you would just stop being so stubborn, or noble, or whatever you want to call it. Why can’t you just be like every other guy in the world and just…” She sighed, shaking her head. “Then again, I guess that’s just one of the things I like about you.”
She pushed the tray of food on his nightstand closer to him. “Get better soon.” She leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Then we can pick up where we left off last night.”
Before Trunks could reply, she vanished, the door slamming shut behind her.
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Trunks decided that he would much rather be knocked off his ass by a bad guy rather than alcohol. At least one could be cured with a Senzu bean. But eventually, staying in bed for so long made him restless, and he finally decided to get up, ignoring the feeling of lightheadedness he got when he did.
He found 18 downstairs, flipping through the channels. She looked up at him when he came down and gave him a smile. “So you’re up. I was wondering when you would leave your bed.”
Trunks pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to sooth his headache. “Please, not so loud. You have no idea how much my head hurts.”
She cocked her head to the side. “I guess that means we won’t be sparing today?”
Trunks collapsed on the couch. “I don’t think I’ll ever be sparing again. My whole body aches. Isn’t there anything for hangovers?”
18 shrugged. “Don’t know. They may have something you can buy somewhere that’ll help,” she took on a mocking tone, “but I’m not allowed to go out on my own.”
Closing his eyes, he massaged his aching head. “What do you mean? You can go out?”
18’s head snapped from the TV to him. “What do you mean, what do you mean? You’re the one that always makes a big deal whenever I go out. You and your mother.”
He suddenly realized that he hadn’t told her. “We fixed it so no one except for us would know who you were.”
“But Roshi and the others seemed to know me.”
“Yeah, well, they were the exception. They were kept in the loop. To the rest of the world, you’ll be just another face in the crowd.”
18 jumped to her feet. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
Since nodding hurt his head, he just mumbled. “Mmm, hmm. You can go out on your own now.” He gave her a warning look. “But still, don’t go around showing off your strength. We like to keep a low profile.”
Feeling excited, 18 nodded. “Got it. I don’t want such publicity anyway. All right, I’m going out tonight, as soon as your mother gets back.”
“Why wait?” Trunks asked. “It’d be nice staying in this quiet house all alone until I feel better.”
“Well,” remaining in a sitting position, she hovered over to sit next to him, “because I don’t want to waste our alone time.”
Placing his arm between them, be silently asked her to give him space. “Don’t start that again. You and your cheap tricks are the reason I’m like this.”
She shook her finger at him. “Uh, uh, not true. We already had this conversation. I gave you one drink, and you gulped down the other three.” She glared at him. “And if you weren’t so damn stubborn, I wouldn’t have to resort to such cheap tricks.” She sighed. “I just don’t get why you fight what I know you feel going on between us. You must be able to sense it.” She leaned in closer. “I can feel it now. You can too, can’t you?”
He could, but he refused to give in to such desires again. “Stop it, 18. I’m really not in the mood.”
“But you passed out on me last night. Just when we were getting to the good part too. I can’t believe you left me all worked up like that.”
So nothing had happened. That was good. He had a few flashes of the two of them together, but couldn’t remember everything. Now he knew why, because he had passed out on her.
‘Thank you, alcohol.’ He thought.
“So,” said 18, running her hands over his chest as she leaned in closer, “lets finish what we started last night.”
She began placing kisses on his cheek, working her way towards his ear, and then nibbling it lightly. Trunks grumbled and pulled away, laying down so his head rested against the armrest of the couch.
18 sighed irritably and sat back, returning her attention to the TV. There wouldn’t be any point in trying to seduce him while he was in this condition. So perhaps getting him drunk hadn’t been the best idea. Not only had her plan backfired, but now the object of her affection was feeling sick. And yes, she was feeling guilty about that. Perhaps she should apologize.
‘Me, apologize? Yeah, right.’
She shifted around, trying to get more comfortable. In doing so, she accidentally brushed up against the saiyan, who groaned at the contact.
“Please, 18, just leave me alone for now.”
“I wasn’t doing anything.” she told him harshly. “I won’t try anything while you’re feeling sick.” She smiled mischievously. “Did you eat what I brought you?” Her smile widened when he shook his head. “Then I’ll go make you something. How does a liverwurst, egg, cheese sandwich sound?”
Trunks turned green and, covering his mouth, made a dash for the bathroom. 18 smirked and stretched out on the couch. “That was payback for leaving me all excited last night.”

(A/N: Poor Trunks. Hangovers are not fun. At least 18 will be happy knowing that show got her revenge, and she can now go out on her own. But that still might not be a good thing. Things will take a more serious turn again next chapter, so be here for that.)
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