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(A/N: Next chapter is here. Things get very serious between Trunks and 18 in this chapter. It's a real big turning point in their relationship. You'll see what I mean.)
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Chapter 32: Talk and Tension
It seemed as if Trunks was serious about the last time being the last time. But 18 had expected that; he was almost as stubborn as she was. Though she did enjoy the challenge of seducing him, she did wish it wouldn't always come to that.
But it wasn't like he was ignoring her like he did in the past; he simple refused her advances. She allowed him to have his space for a while. He seemed to need it too. It was as if he had something on his mind that he was considering carefully. She wondered what it was.
Training sessions also went a little downhill. As demonstrated with Baby, his new tail came a terrible weakness, and Trunks was determined to get rid of it. He tried numerous of different ways that he thought would help, and when he found a few ones that he thought would be affective, he trained mercilessly. He always took his training seriously, and 18 was usually fine with that since she got to join in as well, but his 'tail training' as she called it, left her out.
"I wish he would find a way to get rid of his weakness soon." She commented to Bulma.
The blue-haired woman sighed. "Yeah, I hope so too. I don't like the idea of him having a weakness that will completely zap his strength. I know there is a way to do it; both Goku and Vegeta managed it, but neither of them ever said how. Then again, Vegeta would probably want Trunks to figure it out on his own."
18 glanced at Bulma. "Do you miss him? Vegeta?"
Smiling sadly, she nodded. "Everyday. I'd do anything to have him back. But the Dragon Balls were rendered useless until Dende came to Earth, so we couldn't bring him back." She tried not to think of the fact that 18 was one of the ones responsible for her saiyan lover's death. "But I'll see him again someday, along with Goku, Krillin, Yamcha, and everyone else."
18 felt the need to apologize. "I know it may not mean much coming from me, but I'm sorry for what my brother did to you. It really sickens me to think that my own twin killed so many people."
Bulma sighed. "I suppose it's not entirely 17's fault. It was Dr. Gero that forced the operation on the two of you, and the one who programmed you."
"Regardless," said 18, "17 still made the conscious decision to become a killer. He could have fought against the programming like I did, but he decided not to. I'm ashamed to call him my brother. No, as far as I'm concerned, I don't have a brother. I'm glad I can't remember him."
Hearing her say that, and knowing that she meant it, forced Bulma to admit to something she had been putting off for a long time. "You know what, I owe you an apology too."
18 raised an eyebrow. "For what?"
"For a long time, I haven't been very nice to you. I've behaved coldly, and I-"
18 held up a hand to silence her. "It's fine. I know how uneasy you felt about me. I'd probably be just as uncomfortable around my kind if I went through what you did."
Bulma shook her head. "Don't refer to yourself as a 'kind'. It's who we are that makes us human, not what we are."
Touched, 18 smiled. "Thanks, Bulma, that really means a lot to me." The smile suddenly left her face and she narrowed her eyes, glancing over her shoulder. "Don't you know it's wrong to eavesdrop?"
Busted, Trunks, who had been standing by the door in the next room, came in. "Sorry, I didn't mean to listen in. I just didn't want to interrupt."
"I'm sure." 18 muttered sarcastically. "I thought you were training to get rid of your weakness."
He nodded. "Yeah, I am. And I think I found something that works. It'll take some time, but I'm sure I can handle it."
His mother glanced at her son's tail curiously. "You know, we could just cut it off like we did when you were a baby."
The idea repelled Trunks. "No way! You have no idea what I went through to grow this thing! I'm not cutting it off! Besides, I like my tail. It makes me feel complete."
18 smiled, reaching out to stroke his tail. "I like it too."
His tail twitched at her touch. Trunks gave her a warning look and she winked at him. Bulma looked at the two of the curiously, wondering what that silent exchange was all about.
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After his 'tail training' that night, Trunks made his way to his old room to speak with 18. He found her in bed, reading. She looked up as he came in, surprised, but pleasantly surprised.
"Well, look whose here." she teased. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
He entered the room and sat on the bed. "I just wanted to talk, if that's ok with you."
She closed her book. "Good, I wanted to talk to you too; regarding what you overheard today."
Trunks didn't say anything. This topic could go in several different directions, and he wasn't sure what part she wanted to talk about.
"Relax," she told him, "I'm not upset that you were listening; but don't do that again." Her smile faded and she became serious. "Anyway, what I wanted to discuss was, well, your father and friends that my brother killed." She hesitated. "Well, mostly your father."
A touchy subject. He could see why she was uncomfortable. "What about them?"
She tried to find the right words. "I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you to be around me when I have such a monster for a brother. I don't know if we had this conversation before I lost my memories or not, but I want to apologize on my brother's behalf. I don't expect you to forgive him, and I understand why my being an android put you on edge."
"That's in the past." Trunks told her. "It's just like my mom told you. It's who you are that matters, not what you are. And, you know, it's funny that you brought this up, because it's also what I want to talk to you about. I must admit that I had my trust issues with you," then he added quickly, "after you lost your memories. I didn't know if you would be trustworthy. That's one of the reasons why I was so cautious around you. But..." he considered his next words carefully, "now I realize that I really do trust you, 18, with my life. We've fought together and bled together. You've willingly put yourself in harms way when it could mean your death, just to save me. You even spent an entire year completely alone in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, training nonstop. That couldn't have been easy. I've been in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber with my father, and it's not a pleasant place."
18 raised an eyebrow. "With your father? Oh, you mean when you went to the past?" She received a nod. "What was he like? I never really asked. I assume I knew him at some point before my... accident, but I'd like to get to know him again."
Trunks smiled nervously. "Well, that'd desire would be only one-sided. My father was a stubborn, proud, arrogant man, with an incredible superiority complex. He seemed uncaring all the time, but he really just didn't know how to express himself, unless it was with anger."
"That's unhealthy."
Trunks chuckled. "Yeah, but deep down inside, he did care."
18 smiled. "What about the others? You spoke of Gohan a lot, but not so much the others."
Trunks looked up at the ceiling, thinking about his friends. "They were good people. I'm glad they all survived in the alternate timeline. Except for Goku, but he chose his death."
"What was he like?"
A smile broke out on Trunks' face. "He was... a good friend. The nicest guy around, and one heck of a fighter. Mother always told me how great he was, that when you're with him, you know that everything is going to be all right. I didn't know what she meant until I met him myself. I'm just sorry he had to die; all because of some madman's obsession with world domination."
18 scowled. "Damn that Dr. Gero. So many people had to suffer because of him. At least the people of the past didn't have to go through what the people here did." She glanced at Trunks. "Speaking of the people of the past, I was curious, what happened to the me of the past."
Trunks shrugged. "You took off somewhere, and I never saw you after that. As far as I know, none of the others had either, but I assume you lived out the rest of your life peacefully. After Cell was destroyed, things became rather peaceful. Sure, there was the occasional bad guy that appeared, but they were dealt with easily enough." He chuckled. "I actually ended up having to fight one every time I went back."
18 laughed as well. "Who'd you face?"
Trunks thought back to the enemies that had appeared when he went to the past. "Let's see, the first time I went back I fought Frieza and King Cold, then Cell and the androids, then Broly, then Dr. Raichi and Hatchyack, then Androids 13, 14, and 15, then Bojack and his companions... that's it."
18's eyes were wide in surprise. "Boy, that's quite a list." Then a thought occurred to her. "What if those guys appear in this timeline?"
Trunks shook his head. "I doubt we have to worry too much. I think most of their appearances were a result of time displacement. My interference with the past caused history to take a different course of action to take place."
"Like the appearance of Android 19?"
"Exactly. But even if they do show up, I'm strong enough now to defeat them without much effort. As a Super Saiyan Three, I can even defeat Broly on my own." He shook his head, remembering the reason why he came here in the first place. "We're getting off topic."
"Sorry, my fault."
"It's fine. Anyway, what I was saying is that I trust you, 18. Both with making your own decisions, and with dealing with your programming."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a device. 18's eyes widened upon seeing it. "Is that...?"
He nodded. "You're emergency shut off switch."
He held it up to her so she could see it, and then crushed it in his hand. A shocked gasp escaped 18's lips and she looked at Trunks in disbelief.
"You... but you... why did you?" She shook her head, regaining her composure. "Why'd you do that? What if that program Dr. Gero installed in me makes me go bad? Now you have no way of stopping me."
He shook his head. "It's no longer needed. Like I said, I trust you 18. I believe in you, and your ability to resist the programming should it ever activate."
"But why... why would you take that risk?"
He looked away shyly. "Because I knew that you were uneasy while that remote existed."
18 felt her eyes tearing up and wiped them furiously. "Your mother will be angry."
"Let her be." He grumbled. "I'm the protector of this world, not her. I'll take responsibility. But as far as I'm concerned, you're not a danger to anyone."
18 looked ready to throw herself at him. It made Trunks feel uncomfortable. "Trunks..."
When she began to reach for him, he pulled away, jumping to his feet. "Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning. Good night."
And then he was gone. 18 blinked in surprise at his unexpected departure, but then she smiled, shaking her head. She looked down at the crushed remote, fingering the broken device. Trunks had no idea what this meant to her. She felt like he had just given her back her life.
"You've given me your complete trust, Trunks. And you'll always have mine." Then she smiled mischievously. "But there is still one more thing I want from you."
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Trunks had finished his tail training for the day. He couldn't wait until he finally rid himself of this weakness. He enjoyed training, but not this kind of training. This wasn't fun, and it hurt a lot. His muscles were aching and sore from his body constantly tensing up in pain as he trained. So it was incredibly relaxing to let the hot water wash away his aches and pains.
As he bathed, he thought back to a few days ago when he had destroyed 18's shut off switch. He wondered, not for the first time, if that had been a bad move on his part. His mother certainly thought so. Though she now trusted 18 a lot more than she did before, particularly after the whole thing with Baby, but she still didn't think it was wise to give her complete freedom without some way to control her.
No, he still hadn't forgotten everything that she had done to him before her memory loss, but he realized that he had to stop judging her on that. She wasn't that person anymore, and he had decided to look at her as someone completely different from her darker days. If she was someone else who he had met for the first time, beginning with the day of her accident, was she someone he would trust?
The answer was yes. Though he still could not forgive her for her past sins, he decided to stop letting her past affect his judgment of her. So he had done what he thought was right for any of the people he trusted.
That remote was a frightening device to her. He knew that if someone had the power to send him into a coma at any moment, he too would always be on edge, even if that person was a friend. He didn't want her feeling like that, so he had freed her. And though he still wasn't completely sure that he had done the right thing, he did not regret his actions.
Shutting off the water, he stepped out of the shower and dried off. Tomorrow would be another day of painful training. He wondered how his father and Goku had managed to bear the pain of it. But if they could do it, then so could he.
'What if what I'm doing isn't even the right way to get rid of my weakness?' he wondered.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, he headed for the guest room. The house was quiet, with everyone else fast asleep. His training had gone long into the night, and would continue to do so until he ridded himself of this weakness. And he hoped it wouldn't be for much longer. Though his tail provided him with extra power, it also made him vulnerable. And as the last protector of Earth, save 18, he couldn't afford to allow himself to be vulnerable.
He entered the guest room and switched on the light. A dim light filled the room. He raised an eyebrow and glanced at the light switch. It was one of the kind that allowed a person to control the brightness of the lights in the room. He'd always had it set at the normal level. Why was it so dim?
"I was getting tired of waiting."
Trunks silently swore. He should have known. This was another one of her seduction attempts. Hadn't he made it clear that last time would be the last time?
He turned around to tell her to leave, but the words died on his tongue. Apparently she had gone shopping recently. She was lying on the bed, wearing very sexy black lingerie. It was clear that she had gotten it specifically for this purpose.
Regaining his composure, he gave her what he hoped was an uninterested look. "Leave me alone, 18. I'm not in the mood for this."
She gave him a sexy smile. "That's what this is for," she said, slipping her top down her shoulder, showing skin, "to get you in the mood."
"I thought I made it clear that-"
"You did make it clear." She interrupted, stretching out on the bed. "I just don't care. I'm done playing games, Trunks. It's time for one of us to give in, for good."
He glared at her. "It's not going to be me. You say that you're done playing games, well, so am I. And I've made it very clear where I stand in this."
18 sat up. "That you have," she agreed, getting up, "but I don't believe you. Deny it all you want, but the only one you're fooling is yourself. If you even believe what you're saying that is, and I don't think you do."
She began walking towards him, and Trunks unconsciously began backing away. His body hungered for her, and his resistance was crumbling. He swore that it would never happen again. Why did she have to keep tempting him?
She reached forward and gave him a gentle push into a chair. Then she stood over him like an erotic goddess, her eyes locked lustfully on him.
"You won't change my mind." He told her. "This isn't going to work."
Her eyes drifted a little lower to the bulge beneath his towel; which he now realized was the only piece of clothing he had on.
"Won't work, huh?" she said with a grin. "All evidence says otherwise. You want me."
She began to taunt him with an erotic dance, brushing against him every now and then. Slowly, she let her see-through top slip elegantly down her shoulders, leaving her in only her lace panties and bra. Trunks looked away, less he lose his resolve. She smiled and turned his head back to her, trailing her fingers over his face.
"Don't look away." she whispered. "Show me how serious you are about not wanting this. Prove that you can hold yourself back by resisting me."
It was a challenge, and Trunks found himself taking her up on it. His eyes cracked open to look at her and she smiled. Resuming her dance, she moved behind him. A moment later, her bra fell into his line of vision and she embraced him from behind, waving the lace material in front of him.
Trunks' breathing was coming in heavy pants now. Her striptease was really getting to him. But he wouldn't give in. Not ever again. He would not give in to temptation. He was stronger than that.
Tossing her bra aside, she moved in front of him again and continued her dance, running her hands over her body. They slowly made their way over her breast and down to her waist and began lowering her panties. Her eyes were closed as she swayed her hips, letting her last article of clothing flow down her legs.
She stood naked before him and opened her eyes, staring down at him expectantly. He looked up at her with a hard expression on his face. It was taking all of saiyan strength not to ravish her right then and there. His hands gripped the seat tightly, wanting so badly to reach up and touch her.
18 bent forward so she could look into his eyes. "Well?"
Mouth dry, it took a moment for him to find his voice. "I'm not giving in."
She just smiled, her hand creeping towards his towel. "That's fine. You don't have to do anything. Just leave it to me."
She yanked the towel away, exposing him. Trunks growled, but made no move to cover up. With a saucy grin, she got down on her knees. Licking her lips, she leaned forward to take him in her mouth. Realizing what she was about to do, Trunks' hands shot up and grabbed her head, holding her back.
Surprised, she looked up at him. The look of struggle on his face was apparent. Placing her hands on his arms, she slowly stood up, not going any farther. With a sigh of relief, Trunks let her go. But she didn't back off. Her hands ran up his arms to rest on his shoulders. Then she moved forward and sat on his lap. Her legs wrapped around him, his erection pressed up against her pelvis.
Leaning forward, she placed at kiss on his forehead, then on his eyes, his nose, and cheeks. Trunks remained perfectly still the whole time, but when she went to kiss his mouth, he turned his head away.
"No." he grunted.
18 frowned, hurt. She stared at him a moment before asking, "Why?" She waited for a reply, but he didn't answer her. "Don't you feel anything for me, Trunks? Doesn't what we have mean anything?" She reached up and cupped his face. "What do you feel for me?"
He was at his wits end. "18, I..."
He looked up at her and they stared at each other for a few moments. Then she leaned in to kiss him again, going slowly to see if he would retreat. He didn't, but he didn't move in to receive her kiss either.
Her lips pressed against his. He sat frozen, not trusting himself to move. But slowly his lips began to move against hers. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and tangled with his. Slowly, his hands ran up her back, applying pressure to hold her to him. She moaned softly, and it proved to be his undoing.
'The hell with it!'
He surrendered to his desires. Passion exploded between them as they fell into a sexual frenzy. Hands tried to touch everywhere at once as their lips moved furiously against each other. 18 gasped in delight as he began sucking on a sensitive spot on her neck and her hands tangled in his hair, gripping it tightly.
His own hands ran down her body to grasp her pert bottom. He lifted her up and pressed himself against her opening. He hissed as she slid down onto him, her arms wrapping around his neck tightly, bringing them as close as possible. They began to move against each other, building up a slow rhythm. 18's breath tickled his ear as he kissed her neck, making her mewl in delight.
His tail came up, and, had she been a saiyan, would have entwined with hers. Instead, it wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. His arms hugged her tightly, holding her to him as her breasts rubbed against his chest as they moved. 18's legs tightened around his waist as she threw her head back and gasped, her nails digging into his back.
The pleasure became too great and they began moving faster, grinding against each other. Moans escaped their mouths as their lips sought each other and then locked together. Trunks swallowed her scream as she climaxed, her legs tightening around him almost painfully as she tensed up on top of him. His own body began to spasm as his own climax hit and he exploded inside her.
18 fell limply against him, breathing heavily. Trunks held her close as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. 18 placed chaste kisses across his shoulders and up to his face, wondering if sex had always been like between them before her accident.
"How could I have forgotten this?" she wondered out loud.
Trunks tensed up. Hearing those words brought on the final revelation of what he had done. He realized in that moment that he had lost this unofficial game between them. He couldn't resist her, and he couldn't fight what was happening between them. Perhaps he had always known that, but just hadn't wanted to admit it. But he couldn't deny it any longer.
18 felt him relax and she smiled. She had won; she knew she would. And now he knew it too. It had been a long awaited victory, but now the game was over, and she had come out on top.
"Trunks..." she whispered. "I think... I think I-"
He covered her mouth, cutting off whatever she was going to say. He may have lost to her, but he wasn't ready to hear those three words. "Don't." he insisted. "I'm not ready for that yet."
He slowly removed his hand. She respected his wishes and remained silent about what she was going to say. But if she couldn't say that, there was something she had to tell him, something that he had to hear. "That's fine." She told him. "I can wait. I've already made it halfway, I can be patient a little longer."
(A/N: Big turning point in their relationship. Seems as if 18's persistence has paid off. Trunks' destroying of the remote was a symbol of how much he actually trusts and cares for her. But their story isn't over yet. There will be a lot of drama, anger, depression, jealousy, fluff, and action. I'm referring to battle action. So stay tuned for more.)
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