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Lavender	By : Ariri Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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* * *

Airashii felt the eyes of both Trunks and his mother on her,
and she squirmed slightly under the scrutiny. She�d never had to explain her
past to anyone; after all, Aunt Dinnah always said not to draw attention to
herself. These people in particular seemed especially doubtful about what she
said.

�You don�t believe me.�

Trunks ran his fingers through his pale lavender hair and he
expelled a soft breath.

Bulma spoke for him, �I know that
I believe you, I just wish we could be sure. Since Radditz
is dead, we can�t find out through that way, and we can�t ask the man who
created you since he�s gone too��

Airashii finally looked up from her hands and focused on
Trunks, �Why do I have to prove who I am? What does it matter to you?�

Bulma paused and smiled softly,
�Well Goku is one of my dearest friends, and I think
his family would appreciate knowing you. Wouldn�t you feel better knowing?�

Airashii sighed softly, �I�ve never really thought about it,
I never thought I�d meet Saiyans other than my Aunt, and
I�ve never really considered Radditz to be my father�
I suppose I�ve just never thought about it.�

+ + +

Trunks felt a blush creeping into his cheeks as he sighed in
relief as Airashii broke her gaze from his. There was something about the
intensity of her eyes as she accused him of disbelief that disturbed him. It
almost seemed as if she was hurt that he hadn�t spoken up for her, or at least
that�s what the small spark in her eyes seemed to indicate. What was most
disturbing was his sudden desire to soothe that imaginary hurt that he had
caused.

�We believe you. We just don�t know what to think Airashii.�
Her eyes were on him again, they seemed appeased, but still unhappy. Before
Trunks could attempt to smooth things over further, Bulma
interrupted again, mostly speaking to herself.

�Now I know for a fact Goku can�t
stand needles, and Gohan is the same way.�

�Mom, what are you talking about?�

Bulma sighed as if it were the
most obvious solution in the world, �We�ll simply take a blood sample from
someone in Goku�s family, take a blood sample from
Airashii and see if they have a familial tie. They do the same thing before you
get a marriage license, so why not this?�

�Well you didn�t ask anyone if they would agree to it first
off, Mom.�

Bulma began to get flustered. Just
then, Goten strolled through the office�s door. For
some reason, Trunks� secretary seemed to think it was okay to let people in
without buzzing them as long as they were family or cute. Goten
was practically family, and was cute enough, so he had license to wander
wherever he wished.

He stopped short of greeting Trunks, and Trunks noticed the
way Goten was already panting after Airashii. Trunks
noted Goten�s wink at her, and they way she turned
her head in disinterest. Goten made his way around
the desk to Trunks and bent his head so as to whisper away from the ears of
both Airashii and Bulma.

�So who�s she? New secretary I hope, she�s cute.�

Trunks growled softly, �She�s not a secretary and I�ll
kindly thank you to leave her alo--�

�Goten! You�ll do nicely?�

Goten looked puzzled, that is,
more puzzled than usual, �Do nicely for what?�

Bulma grabbed his arm and began
pulling Airashii up, �Now you two come with me and we�ll get the whole matter
sorted out.�

Goten continued to protest, while
Trunks quickly grabbed his jacket and followed them out of the door.

* * *

Trunks brooded in the corner, taking a bit too much pleasure
out of Goten�s whines and squeals of pain. Airashii
hadn�t objected to giving a blood sample, and she was lying on a nearby table,
pale eyes focused intently on the stark white ceiling as one of Bulma�s nurse bots drew her blood.

He noted how sluggishly her blood drew up into the syringe,
much slower than Goten�s. Trunks wondered if that was
a visible difference between full and half Saiyans,
but then again, what did that matter? Given the state of the race, it�s not as
if it mattered who was pure or not any longer, she would still be the same
beautiful girl, pure Saiyan or not.

Trunks felt an odd tug at his heart when Airashii�s
syringe was filled and she stayed on the table, holding the bandage on her arm
and biting her lip softly. He drew up his courage, not entirely sure why he was
afraid in the first place, and approached her. As he entered her line of sight,
those stormy eyes focused on him. The silence between them seemed to stretch
for an eternity, so Trunks coughed softly and cleared his throat.

She turned her head slightly, �Yes?�

In that instant, Trunks had already forgotten what he was
going to say, he was staring at her full lips and the way her pink tongue
darted out to lick them. By the time he noticed that he was staring, her
eyebrow had quirked in suspicion and she was glaring at him.

�I just wondered if you were okay, it looked as if that
hurt.�

She sighed softly, �Only going in and coming out.�

�Are you hungry? I could get you something.�

�Well right now I�m concerned with finding a place to stay.
I had thought that I�d know by this afternoon whether I got the job or not, you
wouldn�t happen to know would you?�

p clp class=MsoNormal>Trunks felt himself blushing a bit
under her gaze, �I�m pretty sure you did, Mom seems to like you.�

�Well it would be nice if someone could tell me in which
housing I�m supposed to stay.� She sat up on the cot, and just as quickly
wavered and tipped over, with only Trunks� arms to break her fall.

She shook her head, trying to clear it, but she still
trembled faintly. Their gazes clashed again, and Trunks washed a faint blush
paint her cheeks as she glanced away.

�You�ll stay here.�
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