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By : moviefan
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female
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(A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I had someone ask why Janembuu couldn't simply warp his way out of the jar. It's an affect of the Evil Containment Wave, it neutralizes the power of whatever is sealed away, so that's why he couldn't get out. But to be extra cautious, I added a few things in this chapter. You'll see what I mean. It's mostly just a filler to lead up to the next event.)
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Chapter 38: What's Left Unspoken
18’s eyes flickered open as she regained consciousness. She sat up quickly, remembering what had happened. Glancing at her surroundings, she saw that she was in a room fit for royalty, but there was something familiar about it.
Upon exiting the room, she saw why. She was at Kami’s Lookout. But how did she get here? The last thing she remembered was charging at that big yellow monster.
“Janemba!” she gasped.
She didn’t sense the creature’s presence anywhere. Had Trunks managed to defeat him on his own? He must have. After whatever had happened to her, he must have defeated that giant freak and then brought her here.
Going outside, she saw Mr. Popo watering the flowers, humming happily. If he was in a good mood, then things must be all right.
“Hey!” she called to him.
Mr. Popo jumped, startled. He hadn’t been able to sense 18 coming. “Oh, Miss 18, you’re awake.”
“Cut to the chase.” She said impatiently. “What the hell happened? Is everything back to-”
“Normal? Yes, it is. The one responsible has been dealt with, and whatever damage wasn’t undone by, what was his name, Jenieba?”
“Janemba.” She corrected.
Mr. Popo nodded. “Yes, him. Whatever wasn’t fixed after he was defeated was restored with the Namekian Dragon Balls.”
“That’s good.” She looked around. “Where’s Trunks? Never mind, I can sense him.” She went to go back inside, almost bumping into the saiyan she was looking for. “Oh, there you are.”
“Hey.” Trunks muttered, looking relieved to see her up and about. “You ok?”
She shrugged. “Feeling a little lightheaded, but other than that, I’m fine.” She looked him up and done. “You seem good too.”
Trunks chuckled. “Actually, I was in pretty bad shape, but Dende healed me.”
“So everything is all right now.”
He nodded. “Yeah, Janembuu’s gone.”
18 raised an eyebrow. “Janembuu? Did I hear you right? I thought his name was-”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve go time.”
So the two of them sat down and Trunks told her the story about his battle with Janemba. About the creature’s unexpected transformation, about the appearance of Buu, how one absorbed the other, and how Roshi gave his life to stop him.
When his story was finished, she remained silent for a while. “So, the old man’s gone?”
He gave her a smile. “No, he’s back. We had Porunga revive him along with everyone else. Good thing too, because people had been killed all over the universe, not to mention the destruction that was caused in both their world and Other World. But everything is back to normal now.”
18 sighed in relief. The old man may have been a nuisance, but she was glad he was alive and well. “And, what’d you call him now, Janembuu, what happened with him?”
Trunks’ eyes narrowed. “He’s still in the jar. I had to make sure he could never get out, but accident or otherwise.” He glanced back at the sanctuary. “So I put him in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and destroyed the door. He’s gone, 18, and he’s never coming back.”
18 frowned. “Well, that sucks. I could have used that room one more time. I wish you would have waited one more day.”
Trunks gave her a sorrowful smile. “Sorry, I didn’t think of that. My top priority was making sure he’d never escape.” He looked at the sanctuary again. “And now he never will.”
18 cocked her head to the side. “You know, I feel kind of bad for him. Trapped in there all alone forever. That’s got to be boring.”
Trunks didn’t share her opinion. “He deserves it. He wanted to destroy everything until there was nothing left. Well now he’s trapped in nothingness.”
“I guess.” 18 replied. “But that’s still so boring.”
“I’m inclined to agree with her.” said Dende, making an appearance. “The boredom would certainly drive me crazy.”
“He was already crazy.” Trunks muttered. He glanced at the Namekian. “Do you know what caused all this in the first place? I mean, freaky monsters with unusual matter manipulating and dimensional controlling powers don’t just appear out of thin air.”
But his guess was as good as Dende’s. “I’m really not sure. The only ones that would know would be King Yemma or one of the kais.”
That would have been Trunks’ next guess. “I’ll ask Supreme Kai. He’ll know.” Closing his eyes, he called out to the ruler of the universe. “Supreme Kai, are you there? Can you hear me?”
He received a reply right away. “Yes, Trunks, I can hear you. I thought you’d try and make contact with me. You want to know how Janemba came about.”
Trunks nodded. “Yeah. He definitely wasn’t normal. You do know what happened, don’t you?”
“I do, and I can assure you that it will not happen again. This was a fluke, a mistake that will not be repeated.”
“What did happen?” 18 asked.
“There was an accident regarded all the evils of Hell affecting one individual. It caused a mutation of disastrous affects, resulting in the individual becoming Janemba. But don’t worry, precautions will be made so nothing like this ever happens again.”
“It’s all your fault!” came Old Kai’s scolding voice. “I tell you, it’s this generation! So lazy and irresponsible. Nothing like this has ever happened since the beginning of time. Janemba could have destroyed all life in the universe. And then to let him combined with Majin Buu like that; I thought we were finished!”
Supreme Kai hung his head. “I’m… sorry, ancestor…”
Trunks sighed. “As long as it won’t happen again, that’s all that matters. Thank’s Supreme Kai. I feel a lot better.” He turned back to 18. “Come on, we should head back.”
She nodded, and the two of them said their goodbyes to Dende and Mr. Popo. Taking off, they headed for Capsule Corp. As they flew over the land, they looked around carefully to make sure everything really was back to normal. Though they didn’t doubt Porunga, they wanted to see it for themselves.
“So, you really thought you were done for?” 18 asked as they soared through the air.
Trunks looked back at her. “You didn’t see this guy. He was a monster. The fat Janemba you saw had only half of what the transformed Janemba had. And Majin Buu suddenly getting mixed in with it. That was bad.”
“So which one absorbed the other?”
Trunks shrugged. “Don’t know, and at this point, I don’t really care. I’m just glad they’re both gone.”
18 snickered. “Janembuu. Did you really come up with that?”
Trunks couldn’t help but to smile as well. “I was originally going to go with Majinemba.”
“Why not Majin Jenemba? Or how about Majenembuu? Or maybe even…”
Trunks rolled his eyes. “Does it really matter?”
“I guess not.” The smile disappeared from her face and she gave him a serious look. “Any regrets?”
“What?”
She shrugged. “Well, you said you were sure you were going to die. Did you have any regrets?”
That seemed like a stupid question to ask. “Of course I had regrets. I regretted that I couldn’t stop him. I regretted that everyone was going to die, that I wasn’t strong enough, that the entire universe would be at his mercy, that-”
“No, no, not that.” she said impatiently. “I meant about your life. About the things you’ve done… or haven’t done…”
Trunks glanced at her. Now he understood what she was getting at. She was talking about the two of them.
Dropping down, he landed on a building. 18 joined him a moment later and took a seat on the ledge of the building. “Well?” she asked.
“Well, what do you want me to say?” he asked irritably. “Do you really want to talk about this right now?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Yes, I want to talk about this. Right now, while the feeling is still fresh in your mind.”
Trunks groaned. He knew what this was about. This was about what he had stopped her from saying the last time they made love.
‘No!’ he thought, almost fearfully. ‘We didn’t make love. We had sex. Plain and simple.’
“Stop it!” 18 snapped.
Trunks gave her a confused look. “Stop what?”
She glared at him. “You know damn well what. I can see it in your eyes. You’re trying to make up an excuse to dismiss what’s going on between us.”
Trunks grumbled. She was right though. He had discovered that the last time they had done it. He definitely felt something for 18; he couldn’t deny that. But he didn’t want to accept it either.
“So what now?” he asked. “Do you think confronting me like this will change anything?”
She crossed her arms. “I know you feel something, Trunks. And you know I have feelings for you. I can understand if you don’t feel ready to speak those feelings out loud, but you don’t have the right to stop me.”
“I told you I’m not ready to hear it.”
She ignored him. “I know I said that I can wait, but I don’t have a lot of patience. I need something, Trunks. Something to hold on to.”
He looked away. “So what do you want from me?”
She regarded him for a moment before answering. “Make love to me.”
Trunks’ head snapped in her direction. “What?”
“You heard me. If we can’t express ourselves in words, then lets do it in body language. Make love to me, Trunks, right here on this roof with the stars as our witness.” She stepped towards him. “And don’t bother fighting me, because you know you can’t.”
She was right about that. He had come to that revelation last time. He couldn’t resist her. And to pretend otherwise was futile. His body was already reacting to the promise of what was to come. But instead, he turned his back on her and headed for the ledge of the building.
18 grabbed him from behind and turned him around. “Don’t ignore me!”
“Now is not the time for us to be fucking.” He scolded.
She threw back her head and laughed. “Fucking? Is that what you see it as? All right then, lets fuck.”
She stepped towards him again, and Trunks held up his hand to keep her back. “Whatever you want to call it, now is not the time.”
She grabbed his shirt. “I thought boys were always ready to get into a girl’s pants. Show me I’m wrong.”
She kissed him then, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He resisted for a brief moment before giving in. Pulling away from her lips, he trailed kisses along her jaw-line. 18 tilted her head back, giving him better access.
Lifting up her arms, she allowed Trunks to pull her shirt up over her head. She did the same and began running her hands over his muscular chest. Trunks wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he her hands went to his pants. They slide down his legs, and he kicked out of them, leaving him in his boxers.
Reaching back, 18 unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. Wiggling out of his arms, she grabbed his boxers and pulled them down before crawling up his body again. Trunks shifted one of his legs in between her, pressing his knee against where she ached for him. 18 gasped and held herself as close to him as possible, sliding herself along his leg as she rubbed her breasts against his chest.
“I knew you couldn’t resist.” She told him, her voice filled with passion and lust.
‘Only you.’ Trunks couldn’t help but think. ‘Only you can do this to me. And I curse you for it.’
Turning her around, his hands moved to massage her breasts. 18 leaned back against him, sighing in pleasure. She gasped loudly when he tweaked her beaded nipples and responded by rubbing her rear end against his cock, making him groan.
Sucking on her pulse point, Trunks let one of his hands travel down her body until he reached her blond curls. 18 inhaled sharply as his fingers made contact with her wet heat.
“Yes…” she hissed. “Give me more.”
She cried out as he slipped a finger inside her and began thrusting in and out. One of her arms reached back to tangle her hand in his hair while the other one grabbed hold of his shaft and began to rub it.
Smirking, Trunks moved his tail to lightly trail along her stomach, causing goose bumps to break out on her skin. Nibbling lightly at her neck, he added a second finger, and the hand that was massaging him shot to her mouth to stifle a gasp. She bit down on her finger to keep from crying out as she shifted slightly to trap his cock between her legs. Trunks groaned as he felt himself rub against her warmth.
“Trunks…” she whimpered, moving her hand down to join his.
“I’m here.” he whispered against her skin, thrusting gently against her, but not yet penetrating.
Her hips moved against his hand as he moved his fingers faster. 18 moaned loudly as her legs turned to rubber, barely able to hold up her weight, even with her super human strength. She felt her orgasm approaching. She was almost there, just a little more.
“I’m cumming!” she cried out. “I’m cumming!”
She shuddered violently against him, and Trunks held her close as he felt her wetness erupt against his hand. She suddenly spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as the last few shockwaves of her orgasm ran through her.
“I want you now.” she told him.
He wanted her too. It was evident in his eyes, and particularly by the hard rod of hot flesh resting against her stomach. She loved being with him like this. She always felt so complete, so satisfied. Trunks was a great lover. He always made her touch the sky. Which gave her an idea.
Stepping back, she took his hand and gave it a tug. “Follow me.”
The lust in his eyes became mixed with confusion. “What? Where?”
Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed him. “Up.” She whispered. “I want to make love in the sky.”
She took flight. Trunks hesitated a moment before flying up after her. She didn’t stop until she was at least a thousand feet in the air. Then she turned and waited for the saiyan to join her.
She smiled at him once he caught up with her, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Trunks couldn’t help but think how sexy she looked while doing that. He held out his arms and she flew into his embrace.
Floating in the air, they just held each other for a few moments. She looked up at him fondly before spreading her legs, giving him access to her welcoming body. They moaned simultaneously as he slid inside her, entangling their arms and legs as they cherished the feeling of being joined together while they drifted through the night sky.
18 nuzzled his chest, enjoying the feeling of having him inside her, and she silently thanked Dr. Gero for allowing her to still enjoy these bodily pleasures. But she didn’t want to think of the mad scientist that stole her humanity right now. All she wanted to do was enjoy the feeling of being wrapped in her saiyan lover’s arms.
Shifting around, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, allowing her to move up his body so she could look into his eyes. Trunks stared back at her as his hands went to her hips and they began moving. 18 licked her lips, enjoying the delicious feeling humping against him. Her legs tightened around him as he moved within her, bringing them both closer to climax.
18 hissed, biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes. Having broken eye contact, Trunks looked down to where they were joined, seeing himself disappearing and reappearing into her body as they moved. He felt her inner muscles tighten around him and he growled as he tried to hold himself back, determine to send her over the edge first.
Panting loudly, 18 looked at him again, seeing the look of concentration on his face. She was glad that she could make him act this way, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.
Cupping his face, she urged him to open his eyes and look at her again. When he did, she kissed him, trying to show him how much she cared, even if he didn’t feel as strongly for her as she did for him.
Breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against his, her lips brushing against his, but not quite touching as they moved. “Tell me…” she begged. “I want to hear it, Trunks. Say that you love me.”
His he looked at her in surprise. “What?”
“Just say it.” she pleaded. “Even if it’s not true. I still need to hear it. Just tell me that you love me.”
He knew that she wanted to say those words to him, but he wouldn’t let her. So now she wanted to hear him say it, even if it was a lie. But that was the problem though. He didn’t know what he felt for her. Though he refused to accept his feelings as love, he did feel something for her. And he could at least give her something to hold onto while they were together like this.
“I love you.” he whispered.
Her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to actually say it. But joy soon replaced the surprise. She knew it was a lie; his feelings were not yet of love, but it still made her happy to hear him say it.
“Again.” she said, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck.
“I love you.”
She began moving faster against him. “Again.”
“I love you.”
Holding herself as close to him as possible, she quickened her pace even more. “Again, again!”
Trunks was now thrusting into her as fast as possible, gritting his teeth so he wouldn’t finish too early. “I love you. I love you, 18. I love you!”
18’s toes curled as she reached her peak and felt herself shatter into a million pieces. “T-T-TRUNKS!!!”
His arms tightened around her and he unconsciously jumped to his Super Saiyan form as he felt her inner muscles squeeze him. Unable to hold himself back, he gasped loudly and erupted inside her.
18 inhaled sharply as she felt his warmth spread within her. Feeling completely satisfied, she went limp against him, trusting him not to drop her.
Smiling, she looked up at the stars and sighed happily. “From up here, it feels like we’re the only two people in the entire universe.” She chuckled. “If we were, there’s no one I’d rather be with.”
He didn’t answer her. He merely turned his head and kissed her hair, enjoying the feeling of holding her in his arms. As he held her, his gaze drifted down to the city far below them, and he suddenly realized that they had a problem.
“Um, hey, 18?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you… happen to remember which building we left our clothes on?”
18’s eyes snapped open and she looked down. They had drifted from where they originally had been, and now she too had no idea where they were.
“Oops.” She muttered. “I guess we didn’t think this through.”

(A/N: A little laugh there at the end, but overall, an emotional chapter. Trunks definitely feels something for 18, but he won't allow himself to believe it's love. And, unfortunately, he won't have time to sort things out, because there's trouble brewing. I said before how Janemba's coming would begin a chain reaction. Now you will see the results.)
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