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Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female
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(A/N: Now that Baby has been defeated, it's time to focus on Trunks and 18's relationship for a little while. Things are about to change a bit. 18 had believed him to be dead for a whole year. She's bound to want to make their relationship a more permanent one. You'll see what I mean though.)
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Chapter 31: Healing and Feeling
Trunks slowly lowered his hands. Both Baby and Rilldo’s energy signals had completely vanished. It had worked. Baby had been completely incinerated. It was over.
Trunks breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. There had been quite a bit of destruction, but it could have been a lot worse considering what had happened. And best of all, no innocents had died this time. True, Baby had managed to infect quite a few people, and they were still under his influence, but that would be dealt with soon enough.
“18.” He whispered, remembering her.
Taking off, he flew to where he saw her last. His fight with Baby had moved them a ways away from where she was. Unable to sense her energy, he had no idea if she was still alive, and that worried him greatly. He didn’t know why the idea of her being dead scared him so much, but it did.
Finally he came across her. She was still lying in the crater Baby had left her in. Landing by her side, a wave of relief swept over him as he noticed her breathing steadily.
Gently he scooped her up, holding her carefully in his arms. “18, 18, wake up.”
Her eyelids twitched a few times before slowly cracking open. She stared at him for a moment, seemingly confused, then her eyes brightened with recognition. “Hey.” She said with a smile.
Trunks returned her smile. “Hey, yourself.”
She stared at him fondly then looked around. “I don’t sense Baby anywhere. Did you do it?”
He nodded. “Yes, it’s all over. Baby’s gone.”
He felt her relax further in his arms. “About time.” Her gaze shifted to his long golden hair. “You need a haircut.”
He chuckled. “I thought you liked my hair long.”
“Not that long.”
He grinned and turned back to normal. She smiled up at him and reached up, running her fingers through his lavender hair. “That’s more like it.”
Then she passed out in his arms. Trunks knew she would be all right. She was stronger than this; he knew that personally.
He turned his gaze upon the horizon. “Just one last thing to take care of.”
Holding the android tightly, he took off, heading for Kami’s Lookout.
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Trunks winced as his mother scolded him for letting her think he was dead. It was strange. Here he was, the most powerful being in the universe, and he was cowering under the wrath of his mother.
“Mom, I was having special training in Other World.” he told her.
“I don’t care!” Bulma shouted at him. “I’m aware that those kais are capable of communicating telepathically. All it would have taken was five seconds to let me know that you were still alive. Is that so much to ask for?”
Trunks hung his head in shame. “I’m… sorry…”
Dende looked up. “Excuse me, but do you mind? It’s kind of hard to concentrate with you making all that noise.”
He turned back to 18 and proceeded to heal her. Her wounds slowly vanished as she recovered from her ordeal. Her eyes slowly opened and she sat up.
“Easy, 18.” The Guardian told her. “You may be healed, but don’t push yourself too hard.”
18 stubbornly got to her feet. “I’m fine.” She dusted herself off. “Uch, that creep messed up my outfit, and after you just mended it too.”
Dende smiled nervously and went to take care of Trunks, healing his wounds as well. Trunks thanked him and glanced at 18. “Feeling better?”
“Completely.” She told him.
She casually walked over to him with a smile on her face. When she was right in front of him, her fist slammed into his jaw, knocking him down.
“Ow!” he cried. “What was that for?”
She glared at him furiously. “That’s for letting me think you were dead, you big creep! I cried over you!” She began pummeling him with her fists. “Idiot, idiot, idiot!”
Bulma nodded along with what 18 was saying. “I told him the same thing. If you ever make me worry like that again, you better really be dead.”
“Forget that!” 18 shouted, still pounding him with her fists. “I’m just going to kill him right now! Trunks, you’re such a jerk!”
Thinking he’d taken enough punishment from her, he grabbed her fists. She struggled against him and he pulled her against his chest. She stopped fighting and began to weep. He just held her, trying to stop her tears.
“I’m sorry, 18. I promise not to put you through that again.” He heard his mother clear her throat and glanced at her. “You too, Mom.”
Mr. Popo chose that moment to arrive. “Um, excuse me, but I’ve got the Sacred Water you’ve requested.”
Trunks turned to him. “Good. According to Baba, that should kill the eggs Baby laid in people and free them from his influence.”
Mr. Popo nodded. “Then I’ll let the water flow.”
He walked over to the edge of the Lookout and took the lid off the jar. A golden mist rose out of it and streamed down below.
“Will this do it?” Bulma asked, looking down.
Mr. Popo nodded. “Yes, from here the water will spread across the entire planet. Simply breathing in the smallest bit will heal anyone of anything that ails them.”
Dende went to stand by his side. “I’ll keep an eye on things to make sure everyone is cured.”
With his Guardian powers, he kept watch over the people of Earth. He watched as the golden mist descended over the people, infected or otherwise. The ones contaminated by Baby’s influences were soon covered in a heavy blanket of gold mist. The eggs in their heads completely disintegrated, freeing them from the Tuffle’s influence.
Finally, several hours later, Dende announced that the last of the infected people were cured. “It’s all over now. Everything is back to normal.”
“Almost everything.” Said 18. “There was quite a bit of destruction. Maybe we should collect the Dragon Balls and repair the damage.”
Which reminded Trunks of something very important. “No, we can’t do that.”
They all turned to him in surprise. “But why?” his mother asked. “We’ll just get the radar and-”
“No.” Trunks repeated. “We can’t use the Dragon Balls lightly anymore. While in Other World, I was warned about using the Dragon Balls too much.”
He explained to them what Baba had said about the negative energy being stored from each wish being stored in the Dragon Balls, and needing one hundred years for the negative energy to dissipate for every wish. Everyone, even Dende, was surprised by this new information.
“Gosh,” said Bulma, “I had no idea. Glad we know.”
“Shadow dragons, eh?” said 18. She pictured evil versions of Shenron and Porunga destroying everything. “Sounds serious. Just imagine having to face seven evil dragons. We better make sure that doesn’t happen.” She glanced at Dende. “Are you sure you didn’t know about this?”
Dende shook his head. “No, no one ever mentioned any of this to me.” He thought about it a moment. “It’s possible that Guru knew. If he did, he probably didn’t tell us because he didn’t think the Dragon Balls would be used that much and didn’t want to worry us.”
“In any case, you should still warn them.” Mr. Popo told him. “Whether it causes worry or not, it would still probably be better to know.”
18 groaned. “Does this mean that we have to go all the way back to Namek to warn them?”
Dende shook his head. “No, don’t worry about that. We Namekians have a special connection with each other. I can speak to them telepathically even from all the way on this planet.”
Trunks was relieved to hear that. “Well that’s good. I’m not up for another space voyage.”
“Blah, blah, blah, you’re needs! What about me?”
They were all caught off guard by the unexpected voice.
“What the?” Bulma muttered. “Who’s that?”
“I’m not sure.” Trunks replied. “But I think it was… Hey, Old Kai, is that you?”
“Of course it’s me. I must say, you had me worried when Baby grabbed hold of your tail. But I’m glad to see that you’re still in one piece. Ascending to Super Saiyan Three, huh. That was quite a nice touch.”
Trunks smiled. “Thanks, but you’re training was a great help too. I never could have done it without you.”
“Yeah, about that. Now that the danger has passed, I’ve come to collect.”
Trunks blinked in confusion. “Come to collect? What?”
“I raised your power on the condition that I would get something in return. Now I want what’s coming to me. So stay there, I’ll be down in a second.”
Mr. Popo’s looked surprised. “Wait, he said he’s coming down. You mean to say one of the Supreme Kais is coming here?”
His question was answered as the elder kai suddenly appeared. He grinned happily and looked around. “So, this is where the Guardian of Earth stays. Not too shabby.”
Both Dende and Mr. Popo bowed to him. “It’s an honor to be in the presence of one of the kais.” Said the latter.
“Especially a Supreme Kai.” Dende added.
Old Kai just waved it off. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I never was one for gravelling. I just want my end of the bargain fulfilled.”
Dende nodded. “Certainly, sir. Whatever you want. Just name it.”
“Very well then.” A lecherous grin appeared on Old Kai’s face and he suddenly appeared in front of 18. “Ready to go, dear?”
18 gave him a surprised look. “What are you talking about, old man? Ready to go where?”
Old Kai chuckled. “Why, on our date, of course. I was promised a date with an Earth girl. And that would be you, my dear? Just as Goku promised.”
They were all surprised by this unexpected turn of events. Trunks was not only surprised, but was also overcome by a surge of jealousy, which confused him further. “Goku promised what?”
“A date with her.” said Old Kai, a trail of drool running down his chin. “And a kiss as well.” He giggled. “With lipstick, of course.”
18 was seething with fury. Her nails dug into her palm as her fist shook in her anger. Old Kai made the mistake of getting too close and she sent him flying through the air with a powerful punch. He landed on his head several feet away, completely dazed.
Dende and Mr. Popo were horrified by her behavior while Trunks and Bulma looked like they wouldn’t expect anything less from her.
“18, how could you?” Mr. Popo cried.
“He’s one of the Supreme Kais!” Dende added.
“I don’t care!” 18 snapped. “I’m not kissing that old goat, or dating him!”
Old Kai got to his feet, looking furious. “How dare you hit me! You’ve got a lot of nerve! I’m the one who gave Trunks his new power! I dedicated over a whole day to his training! The least you could do is give me an hour or two of your time!”
“Not happening.” She motioned at Bulma. “If you want a date with an Earth girl, date her.”
Before Bulma could say anything, Old Kai spoke. “Her? No way. She’s too old.”
Bulma’s eyes flashed furiously. “Too old! You’ve got some nerve! Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re not exactly in your best years either, buddy!”
Old Kai crossed his arms. “Fine then. Don’t keep you’re end of the bargain.” He pointed at Trunks. “That’s the last time I help you or anyone else without getting paid in advance!”
Then he disappeared, going back to Other World.
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It was late at night, and all was quite at Capsule Corp. While Trunks was taking a well deserved rest after a hard day’s worth of fighting, someone else who didn’t need to sleep unless she wanted to was making her way to his room. Technically, it was the guest room he was sleeping in, as 18 had taken over his, but she certainly didn’t mind sharing the room with him, and the bed. And this was to be another one of her attempts get him to stay with her. Hopefully, permanently this time.
She creaked open the door to his room and peaked in. Trunks was fast asleep. The poor guy must be exhausted after facing Baby. Not to mention he hadn’t gotten any sleep during his twenty-five hour training session with Old Kai. But she was sure he would be able to stay awake long enough to accept what she offered. Besides, it may have only been a day for him, but she had been away from him for a whole year. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Entering the room, she stood by the foot of his bed, admiring him. He slept shirtless, as she was pleased to see, allowing her time to admire his well-sculpted body. But she wasn’t willing to let this be a look-don’t-touch encounter.
Reaching up, she slipped off her robe and let it fall to the floor. Lifting up the covers, she slipped into bed with him. Beginning at his stomach, she kissed her way up his body, trying to arouse him, but not yet wake him up quite. Her head popped out of the top of the covers and she looked down into his sleeping face.
Reaching up, she traced his facial features with a delicate finger. “My big strong warrior.” She whispered affectionately.
Running her hands over his muscular chest, she began kissing his neck. Trunks started to stir as she kissed and caressed him. With a smile, she retreated under the covers again. Trunks began shifting around as he started to wake up. Just as 18 began to pull down his boxers, his eyes snapped open.
“What the…?” Looking down, he realized something was under the covers with him. Lifting the blanket up, he saw a blond head in his lap. “18?”
She gave him a saucy grin before taking him in her mouth. The covers fell from Trunks’ hands as her warm mouth enveloped him.
“18…” he grunted. “Wait… stop…”
She ignored him, her head bobbing up and down beneath the blanket. Trunks tried to resist, but it was useless. He grabbed her head with the intent to stop her, but instead he found himself lowering and raising her head on him.
When it ended, he fell back against his pillow, breathing heavily. He heard her chuckle beneath the blanket, bringing on the realization of what had just happened.
“18, what are you doing here?” he asked.
Her hands slid up his body. “I would have thought that was obvious.”
He groaned. “You should go back to your room.”
He felt her stop. She seemed to be considering something. Then he felt her attempting to remove his boxers completely. He struggled, but she managed to get them off and toss them aside.
Trunks sat up, throwing the covers completely off the bed. 18 looked up at him, smiling. He glared down at her. “Why do you keep this up?”
“Why do you keep resisting?” She crawled up his body again, wrapping her arms around him. She whispered seductively against his ear. “Stop fighting me. You know we both want this. You can’t deny it.”
He couldn’t. He was already getting hard again. He cursed himself for his weakness. He tried to come up with something to say in response, but with 18 rubbing up against him like that, it was hard to think straight.
“Just give in.” she told him. “You just saved the world, no, the universe, from being possessed by Baby. You deserve a reward.”
Trunks’ arms slowly wrapped around her. He did save everyone. Didn’t he have the right to enjoy himself for a while? Even if it was with her. But where would it stop? How long before he wouldn’t be able to turn back?
“Kiss me…” she pleaded, looking into his eyes. “I had thought for a whole year that you were dead. I need to know that you’re really here with me. That you’re still alive and this isn’t some dream. Please, Trunks, kiss me…”
His control was slipping. He squirmed out of her embrace and, before she could react, pushed her flat on the bed. He laid on top of her, pinning her down. 18 glanced over her shoulder to see him looking hard at her. She remained silent, waiting to see what he would do.
Trunks’ eyes narrowed. “This is the last time.” he told her seriously.
18 just smiled. “If you say so.”
He didn’t like her sarcastic tone. “I mean it.” he said, aggressively pulling her to her hands and knees. “One last time.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Hating himself, he grasped her hips and thrusted into her from behind. She gasped at the exquisite pleasure. He pounded into her and she thrust back against him. Grunts and groans echoed throughout the room with the sound of flesh slapping together.
“Touch me.” she whimpered, her nails digging into the bedspread.
Trunks leaned over her and grasped her breasts, massaging them as he moved within her. 18 mewled, the strength in her arms giving out, and she collapsed on the bed. Trunks fell on top of her and continue rocking his hips.
Looking over her shoulder, she stared at him hungrily with lust-filled eyes. “Give me all you’ve got. Show me your new Super Saiyan Three power.”
Trunks complied and transformed, but was only able to go up to an Ascended Saiyan state, now classified as a Super Saiyan Two. She cried out loudly, feeling him grow in size and length, stretching her further. He pulled her back up onto her hands and knees again and they rocked against each other aggressively, climbing the to the edge of the precipice together and then going over the edge.
With 18 shuddering beneath him, Trunks dropped down on top of her, his own strength seeping away, returning him to his normal state. He rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms, spooning up against her. 18 sighed in content, snuggling up against him.
“Seriously.” He said. “That was the last time.”
Her eyes drifted shut as she tried to get to sleep. “Whatever you say.”

(A/N: He's succumbed to her again, yet this time he's declared it to be the last time. You know 18's not going to accept that. And did you notice at the very end when 18 asked him to go Super Saiyan Three, he only made it to level two? Just something for you to think about.)
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