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(A/N: Happy Thanksgiving everyone. You can 'thank' me for 'giving' you another chapter by 'giving' me a review. By the way, I was asked how many chapters my story is going to have. I'm aiming for about fifty, give or take a chapter or two. That means there will be about ten chapters to come.)
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Chapter 43: Mating 101
The weeks rolled by. His mother and yet to find about him and 18. So every night, he would sneak out of the guest room and into his old room where he would spend the nights with 18. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to break the news to his mother. What would she do if she found out he was in a sexual relationship with his former enemy.
18 didn’t mind them keeping their relationship a secret. She seemed to find it exciting, almost like a game. Aside from that, she too was a little concerned how Bulma would react when she found out that she and her son were sleeping together.
Normally Bulma would respect her son’s privacy and wouldn’t enter his room. But today she had something to tell him that she thought he would find interesting. Also, today she had an out of town meeting that she had to go to for the next two days. She had to leave soon, and he was still asleep. She thought it was due to another late night of training.
Deciding that he had slept long enough, and wanting to tell him what she discovered before she left, she headed for the guest room. After knocking, she entered without waiting for a reply.
“Trunks, you’ve slept long enou…” She trailed off, seeing the room empty. She blinked in surprise. When had he gotten up? She hadn’t seen him today.
Thinking he was training again, she went to check the special training room she had designed. He wasn’t there, nor was he anywhere else she looked. Had he gone out?
She wondered if 18 knew where he was. She was still asleep as well, which was strange since sleep was not required, she only would sleep until morning during the times she did sleep. Maybe she went out too, probably off to train somewhere with Trunks.
Making her way to Trunks’ old room, she repeated the process of knocking and entering without waiting for a reply. “Hey, 18, do you know where…?”
She trailed off again. Not because there was no one in the room, but because someone who shouldn’t be in the room was in there.
Trunks and 18 were in bed together. They were both asleep, and they were both, she gasped, completely naked.
In a state of shock, she slowly exited the room and closed the door. Leaning against the wall for support, she tried to comprehend what she had just seen. Her son, and the android, together, in bed, naked. Things began to add up as her shocked brain started to put the pieces together.
Just to make sure she hadn’t imagined it, she looked in the room again to make sure she hadn’t been seeing things. Nope, it wasn’t her imagination. The two were spooned together, Trunks holding 18 tightly and securely in his arms. Both were asleep, and both had a smile on their face.
Unable to look any longer, she retreated from the room and closed the door. She suddenly felt sick. Her son was screwing the android, and had been for who knew how long. The thought repulsed her. Why of all people did it have to be 18? Truthfully, she had never even considered this situation. The possibility of the two getting together had never once occurred to her.
She now realized that for someone so smart, she had been really stupid. Trunks was a healthy young man, and a saiyan no less. Saiyans had a hungry appetite, and not just for food and training. How could her son resist such a gorgeous woman? Android or not, 18 was incredibly beautiful. It had been really stupid to allow the two to live together in the same house. And then there had been their little space voyage to Namek. True, Dende had been with them on the way back, but that had still left the two of them completely alone for two whole months.
Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on. Ok, maybe things weren’t as bad as they seemed. Maybe, hopefully, what they had was purely physical and nothing else. If that was the case, then she would push Trunks into finding a human girlfriend as soon as possible.
But if they were emotionally involved with each other… What then? She wanted her son to be happy. He deserved it, especially after the hard life he led. And if 18 made him happy…
She groaned, sliding down the wall. How could 18 make him happy? How could he feel anything for her in that way after what she had done? She’d murdered their friends and family, murdered thousands of people, and tried to kill him several times. How was it possible for him to feel anything for her besides anger and hatred?
But then she examined her own love life. Vegeta had at one point been worse than 18, much worse. Yet she and him had ended up together. In spite of the crimes the saiyan prince had committed, Bulma had still loved him deeply. And the result of their love was asleep in the other room with someone in the same category as Vegeta, a former cold ruthless killer.
Sighing in aggravation, she lightly banged her head against the wall. Whatever the situation was, she had to deal with it. She also needed to sit down and have a nice long talk with Trunks. She needed to get to the bottom of this and find out just how serious the situation between them was.
Standing up, she lightly slapped her cheeks, trying to snap out of her shocked state. She once again entered the room and stood over the bed. Her eyes twitched in irritation as she saw the affectionate way he held the android. Blushing, she took a deep breath and shouted at them.
“TRUNKS BRIEF, JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”
Both Trunks and 18 snapped awake. Their eyes widened upon seeing Bulma and they pulled the blanket up higher to cover themselves.
“Mom, what are you doing in here?” Trunks shouted, completely horrified.
“I could ask you the same question, young man!” she shouted back.
18 was blushing madly. “Get out!” she cried, raising her hands. “Solar Flare!”
Bulma cried out as the flashing blinded her. The next thing she knew, either Trunks or 18 had grabbed her and shoved her out of the room, slamming the door behind them.
Bulma rubbed her burning eyes. She tried to open them, wincing in pain when she did. Was using Solar Flare really necessary? She supposed 18 had just panicked. Hell, she probably would have done the same thing if she could if one of her parents had stumbled upon her and Vegeta like that.
Reaching forward, she felt for the wall to support and guide her down the hall while she was blinded. “Trunks,” she shouted to him through the wall, “as soon as you shower and get dressed, meet me in my office! We need to talk!”
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It was sad. Here he was, the strongest person in the entire universe, and he was scared to death to face his own mother. He’d rather go up against Cell, Baby, Luud, and 17 all at once than face her.
He supposed it could have been worse. At least his mother hadn’t come in while they were actually going at it. That would have been terrible, although this wasn’t much better.
What horrors would he face when he entered his mother’s office? In some ways, his mother was scarier than any villain he’d faced in the past. And he’d be facing her alone. Perhaps he should meet her as a Super Saiyan Three; maybe he wouldn’t feel as nervous that way.
Taking a deep breath, he entered the room. His mother was at her computer, typing away. He went and took a seat, wondering how this meeting would turn out.
“You better have showered.” His mother said firmly.
Trunks blushed, looking down. “Y-Yes, I did.”
She turned around to face him, her arms crossed. “Well?”
“Well what? What do you want me to say?”
She glared at him. “How long as this been going on?”
The saiyan blushed again. “Well… it first happened on our journey to New Namek. Then a few of times after that. It only got really serious about four weeks ago.”
Bulma sighed. “That stupid space trip. I knew it.” She studied him carefully. “So how did it start?”
Trunks reluctantly told her about his sarcastic comment to 18 when they had been fighting and how she had taken it seriously. He explained about her attempts to seduce him and how he had finally been unable to resist her any longer.
Bulma listened to his story, trying to be rational about it. So due to a misunderstanding and a great deal of unresolved sexual tension, her son and his former enemy were now together. She cursed herself for not seeing it sooner. Perhaps she never noticed it because she had never considered it as a possibility.
“Do you love her?” she asked.
Trunks opened his mouth to deny it, but closed it again. Did he love her? He didn’t know. Was he falling in love with her? Perhaps. Being unsure, he decided to at least lessen his mother’s fears.
“I don’t think so, but I would be lying if I said that there’s no chance that it might come to that.”
Bulma groaned. “I was afraid of that. But I guess I can’t really criticize you without being a hypocrite since I ended up with your father.” She massaged her aching forehead. “Just be careful with what you do, Trunks. If you keep up this relationship with her, your body will start to recognize her as your mate and you’ll end up Bonding with her.”
Trunks blinked. “Bonding? What’s that?”
She groaned again. “This is really something your father should explain to you, but seeing as he’s not here.” She sighed. “I can only tell you what I know of it. So don’t expect me to have all the answers.” Trunks nodded. “Ok, from what I know, saiyans don’t technically get married, but they do take on a mate. They’re a monogamous species, meaning they only have one mate in their lifetime. Don’t worry,” she said quickly, noticing the worried look on her son’s face, “that only happens after you Bond. Mating with more than one partner is common at first, but constant mating with one partner will begin a reaction in the body. Eventually, a type of bond will form, and the two will become life mates.”
Trunks blinked. “Is that how it was between you and Dad?”
Bulma laughed. “Not quite. Though it would have come to that if we had remained together. But even if we had Bonded, I still would have insisted on having a wedding ceremony. He would have looked so cute in a tux.” She suddenly gave him a serious look. “And I don’t care how saiyans do things, you’re also going to marry whoever you Bond with the human way. Got it?”
“Ok,” Trunks muttered, “so Bonding is sort of like a saiyan marriage that happens naturally, right?”
“Pretty much.” Her eyes narrowed. “You haven’t Bonded with her, have you?”
Trunks thought about it a moment. “Not that I know of.” He shook his head. “No, I’m pretty sure we haven’t.”
Bulma sighed in relief. “Then there’s still time for you to take on a different mate. And truthfully, I would like for you to settle down with a nice Earth girl. But I’m not going to force you to take someone else as a mate if you don’t want to. I just want you to know how I feel on the matter.”
Trunks nodded. “I’m glad you told me. I wasn’t even aware of saiyan courtship until now. Romance was never an option for me during most of my life.” He looked at his mother curiously. “You know, I’m actually surprised that you’re taking this so well. I thought you’d be really upset.”
Bulma glared at him. “I was, but I already threw my tantrum before I woke the two of you up.” That’s when she remembered the whole reason she was looking for him in the first place. “Which reminds me, I was looking for you because I found out something that I think will interest you.” She reached into her pocket and took out a folded up pamphlet, handing it to him. “The World’s Martial Arts Tournament is starting soon. The details are on there. I thought you’d like to know.”
The change in mood caught Trunks off guard. He reached up and took the pamphlet from her, looking at it curiously. “A tournament? Hmm, could be fun; although I doubt I’ll have a real challenge. Still, thanks for this, Mom.” He got up to leave. “And thanks for understanding.”
Bulma sighed. “Hey, I was young once too you know. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m running late for the big meeting.”
Trunks nodded and left. The moment he was gone, Bulma sank into her chair, feeling exhausted. She grumbled, wondering how things had turned out this way. Maybe her family just had a thing for bad guys. No, that wasn’t true. Her mother had father had been the nicest people around. Maybe falling for former villains was just a new thing.
She thought about her son and 18 being together. She supposed she could deal with it if she had to. And truthfully, though she hated to admit it, the two did make a good pair. 18 had the right personality to suit a saiyan, and the strength and stamina to match one. After all, as she learned with Vegeta, a saiyan’s stamina far surpassed a humans, at least Vegeta’s had surpassed Yamcha’s.
Their lifespan would be almost equal as well too, as would their aging process, or lack of it therefore. As an android, 18 wouldn’t age any further, and as a saiyan, Trunks had that same luxury. Vegeta had once told her that saiyans, having evolved from a warrior race, retained their youthfulness so they could fight longer.
Catching sight of her own appearance on the computer screen, she became aggravated and began yanking at her hair. “It’s so unfair! How come I’m the only one who has to age?”
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So things hadn’t been as bad as he had expected. His mother, while not happy about it, had accepted his relationship with 18. But she had still given him something to think about, and he became aware of just how ignorant he was about his saiyan heritage.
He began to think about his saiyan ancestors, wondering what they were really like. He was aware that the space piracy they did was mostly due to Frieza, but he also knew that that they were a savage warrior race, but there had to have been more to them than that. What was their background like, their culture? How did they live? What was their society like? So many questions that he didn’t have the answers to. He regretted not asking his father when he went to the past.
“Looks like you have a lot on your mind.”
He looked up at the only person who could sneak up on him. “Yeah, but not about what you’re thinking of.”
She hovered over to him. “I take it that means things didn’t go as bad as you thought.”
He shook his head. “No, she was more understanding than I thought.”
18 smiled. “Well, if that’s the case…” She reached for him. Trunks thought she was going to initiate another intimate session, but instead she snatched the pamphlet out of his hand. “And what do we have here?”
So caught up in his thoughts, Trunks had almost forgotten about it. “Oh, right. It’s about the World Martial Arts Tournament.”
Her eyes lit up. “Ooh, a ten million zeni prize. Now that sounds interesting.”
Trunks rolled his eyes at her greed. His family already had more money than they knew what to do with for several generations. “Doesn’t the thought of a tournament excite you?”
She chuckled. “Trunks, it’s you that ‘excites’ me. This tournament is nothing. There’s no one on the planet that can stand up to us. Seriously, aside from each other, is there really anyone who can actually provide us a challenge?”
Trunks opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again. She was right. There was no one who could provide a worthy challenge. This tournament really would be a waste of time until the two of them met in the final match. Even then, with his new power, 18 wouldn’t stand a chance against him unless he stayed in his normal state. And even then he would be stronger.
“Aw man, why’d you have to ruin my fun?”
She shrugged. “Just pointing out the obvious.”

(A/N: This chapter was a lot of fun to write. Trunks and 18's relationship is out in the open. Bulma handled it better than expected, but she couldn't really have gotten too upset without being a total hypocrite. A new World Martial Arts Tournament is starting, and you know something is going to happen there.)
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