Togiretogire Kokoro

"Trunks-sama?" Naiya peered into his room. He wasn't there. Curious, she continued into the depths of the estate, winding down hallways whose carpet turned to wood and then tile. She heard muffled grunts and groans float down one of the hallways and followed the sound to a highly lit, solid white room. Trunks was inside, kicking, punching and dodging an imaginary opponent. Smiling, she turned the knob.

"Ossu, Trun-!!!" The breath escaped Naiya as her knees buckled and she fell to the ground. An immense weight fell upon her with the first step into the room. Trunks jumped into motion, slamming a fist onto a blipping machine and running to Naiya's side. Ragged gasps of air entered her lungs as she breathed hungrily and coughed.

"Are you all right?!" The panic in Trunks' voice was obvious as he rolled her over and put his hand to her neck. Tears welled up in her eyes at the throbbing ache left over in ever nook of her body and her arms reached out blindly. He grabbed her hands tightly and commanded her to breathe deeply. The necklace dangled and swung lazily back and forth above her face. Once the coughing had subsided and her breathing pattern was near normal, Trunks sat her up and glared at her, his wall of deception rebuilding.

"You cannot simply go traipsing around here like you own everything," he scolded. "You almost got yourself killed!" The sympathy and concern was gone from his voice and was replaced with disgust. ::You pompous ass!:: his heart reprimanded him. Trunks went rigid. ::Yes, that's what I said! You've been hiding yourself from this flower long enough. Don't be afraid to care! You're protecting her. She's not going anywhere, so kiss her!::

"Hai, Trunks-ouji, you are quite right. It was my stupidity." Indeed she felt like an idiot. A full embarrassed blush was burning on her face. ::How dare you make such a scene, you fool!:: she hissed to herself. ::Help her up and make your move!:: Trunks helped her stiffly to her feet. Naiya, her heart aching, wished for nothing more but to leave. Trunks was hard to please, hard to get close to and she wanted to give up on him. ::Buruma is wrong, I'm not right for him. He doesn't care...::

"Gomen nasai, Trunks-ouji, but I should be go--� Trunks silenced her with his lips. A surprised jolt went through Naiya's body at the bold move, but she shivered as her tongue got the first taste of his sweetness. His lips were full and warm and he pressed them firmly, confidently to her own. Naiya noticed a tickling sensation creep between her legs and shuddered against his body. A daring hand trailed along his bare chest, tracing the muscles and enjoying the glisten of sweat over his perfect form. Trunks too was enjoying the feel of her. His fingers tugged on the ends of her silky hair. Leaning down, his hands were able to etch the bones in her back and slide their way down to her firm rear. They passed smoothly over the round curves and he felt himself grow hard with need. As he dared more touches, Naiya became increasingly aware of his aroused state.

"Chotto*!" Naiya cried and broke free. Trunks, heart racing and blood pounding furiously through his veins, had trouble obeying her wishes. He wanted nothing more than to grab her once more and ravage her desirable body. His muscles contracted as he held himself back. (*Wait!)

"What's wrong?" Trunks panted, suddenly afraid he had been too forward. He had never been afraid of his actions before, but now that Naiya was upset with him he scrambled to fix it.

"Forgive me, I...� Naiya did not bother to finish. Instead she whirled around and fled the room. As she ran, a voice boomed in her head. ::Are you crazy?! He is a prince, royalty, and he doesn't want someone like you. How dare you tempt him!:: She continued to run until she reached her room. Out of breath and chest heaving with the pain of her foolishness, she collapsed on her bed like Buruma had done and cried into her pillow, her sobs and wails muffled through the feathers. The man was never at fault, she must apologize. She knew she couldn't face Trunks emotionally tonight, but she also knew it was her duty to her parents to uphold their teachings.

* * * * *

"Osanai yarou*," Trunks growled angrily to himself. The hot spray from his shower was kneading into his muscles, driving away the tenseness and eagerness he had felt only a few moments earlier. ::You're letting yourself become attached. Remember what happened to Gohan? That'll happen again if you let her in. But if you refuse her...:: His brain had overridden his heart for the
moment and it coaxed him as it would a little child. (*Foolish idiot)

"You just had to push it, didn't you?" he chided his shampoo bottle. Sighing, he turned the water off and stepped out, a chill of cold air greeting his naked body. Shivering, he wrapped a white towel around his midsection and retreated to his bedroom. He shut the door and turned on a single lamp, the dim light relaxing to his eyes. He had just dropped his towel and prepared to launch himself onto his bed when a soft knock fell on his door. Grabbing the discarded towel quickly, he trotted over to the door. Opening it, he expected to see Naiya there but was disappointed when it revealed his mother. Her eyebrow arched as she noticed him in the buff save for his towel and he frowned.

"What's up?" Trunks mumbled. He thought he saw redness in Buruma's eyes but couldn't tell in the dark. He flipped on his overhead light and wrapped her in a hug. "Thinking about Dad again?" Buruma nodded and forced a smile.

"But what can I do?" she sighed and fussed with his necklace. "This was your father's," Buruma smiled. Trunks didn't interrupt her; she was fond of telling him about his dad and he didn't dare break her away from the one thing that gave her the most happiness in this world. "It belonged to his father once, you know. He gave it to Beji-ta before Furiza killed him. Sad thing..." Trunks led his mother back to her room. She wanted to get more work done, but he insisted that she get some sleep. Once she'd been tucked in and the light was out, Trunks yawned and shuffled his way to the living room. He suddenly wasn't tired. He grabbed a pair of shorts as he passed by the laundry unit and slipped them on. The towel dropped behind him and he left it to search through the front closet. Buruma's photo albums were there and Trunks grabbed them, plopping onto the couch and thumbing through the pictures slowly. He ran a hand through his wet hair.

Naiya stepped out of the shadows. "Trunks-ouji?" Trunks was slightly startled; he'd been wrapped up in reminiscing and didn't notice her there.

"You don't have to call me that," he stated once more and turned his head to look at her. A lump rose in his throat as he saw her in the moonlight, navy hair shining sliver against the darkness. He closed the albums and stood. Naiya's eyes traced the outline of his body and quickly set back on his face.

"Oh, Trunks-ouji, I'm so sorry," she sighed and stepped up to him. Though she appeared somewhat cool on the outside, she was a bundle of nerves inside. As if on cue, Trunks' hair dripped water innocently to his shoulder and the random drop ran down his chest through the creases of muscle. ::Listen good, Trunks:
don't you dare let that girl go. Hear me?:: His heart was back. ::Kuso,:: his brain cursed and he clenched his jaw.

"I wanted to apologize for my error," Naiya offered and began to step back. But to her surprise, Trunks' hand darted out and circled around her wrist. He held onto her and she stopped. They both knew she couldn't get away if she tried. But right then she didn't even want to try. ::All right, heart,:: Trunks gritted his teeth. ::You better be right about this.::

"It was my fault, I shouldn't have been so forward," Naiya stated breathily but firmly as he inched his face closer to hers. "With your permission, Trunks-ouji, I wish to make it up to you."

Trunks blinked at her, amused. "Naiya, please, you don't have to call me that." This time it was she who kissed him, her heart-shaped lips confirming her desires as they seared against his own. Trunks was surprised but not disappointed. She closed her eyes and pressed herself against him even though he was still wet from the shower. His tongue slipped into her mouth and resumed the kiss she had broken. Her hands found his silky short locks and tangled themselves in-between the strands. The tickling returned as did Trunks' arousal. It was just a slight bulge but highly noticeable in his shorts. To tease him, Naiya trailed one hand down his shoulder, over his chest, down his stomach and across his hardening member. The touch was slight, Naiya making sure her fingers only grazed it for a moment, but a curt groan from Trunks won her approval.

"Setsuzoku ware okeru ren'ai*." Trunks' voice was husky with passion and the warmth gathered between Naiya's legs as she drank in his near-naked form with her eyes. Nibbling his ear, she sighed and kissed the lobe. (*Make love to me, Join me in love)

"Manman takou ore imei*," she managed, feeling weak in the knees. In the blink of an eye she was laid out on the couch and he was beginning to undress her. Her hands curled around the cushions as he slid her clothes off and began working on her undergarments. Starting at her knee, Trunks licked her thigh up to her panty line. He could hear her breathe and felt the flesh Goose bump under his touch. He ripped away her underwear and caught the scent of her need. He
smirked, liking the effect he had on her. Looking up, he rested his eyes on her
covered breasts and tsked. (*With much happiness, I obey)

"That won't do," Trunks said throatily and kissed his way up her stomach. Naiya's hands found the smoothness of his back and she gasped as his hardness brushed her abdomen. Gently lifting her, Trunks kissed her neck and shoulder as he unclasped her brassiere and tossed it, unwanted, onto the floor. Her gray eyes shone into his and he read fear. She was scared, not of him but of what was happening. He gazed back at her and reassured her silently that he would be gentle and patient with her. Smiling, he cupped her cheek and met her lips again, tongue flicking over hers for a split second. A drop of water from his
hair fell and landed in a small bead on the swell of her chest. He leaned down
and licked the water away, attention then turning to the round, pert breasts.
It was soon after that he realized the burning of his erection. It was becoming
dangerously close to being somewhat painful as his desire to take the creature
before him began to overcome his senses. ::Hold on, Trunks.:: Naiya's gasps
and moans of pleasure only intensified his hunger for her as he tasted the soft
mounds. Needing a distraction, he slid back up to her mouth. Her lips greeted
his hungrily and Trunks loved her anxiousness. He was taken somewhat aback by her sudden urge for him. Just days ago she had been afraid of him and now... now she was trembling with need. But so was he. Just days ago he had been too stubborn to admit any sort of feeling for her and now he found himself never wanting to let her go again.

"Are you sure you want this, utsukushii aman*?" Trunks whispered as he brushed the hair back from Naiya's eyes. Her cheeks were a rosy pink and her full cherry lips pouted tantalizingly up at him. His pulsed raced as his eyes ran over her beautiful body and he almost laughed when he realized this prize was all for him. (*beautiful lover)

"Hai, Trunks-kun," Naiya answered. He had called her his lover, she was now his equal. There was no need for formality. Trunks understood this as well but did not mind it. In one sweeping move, he settled between Naiya's smooth, milky legs. All thought was gone from her, only feeling. She didn't know when he had discarded his boxers but she didn't really care. She only felt. Trunks knew he would hurt her and he felt bad, but there was no turning back now. One arm curled around her waist to hold her and he covered her mouth with his. She was not prepared when he suddenly entered her and the pain exploded inside her. Trunks suppressed the pain-laced moan that ripped from her throat as he lay
motionless. His body and mind screamed at him to continue but his heart stopped him. ::Be patient. Wait for her.:: And he did. Only when he felt Naiya relax, only when she opened her eyes and loosened the grip on his back did he continue. As he slid in and out of her, slowly at first, he sucked and kissed her at the base of her neck right above her collarbone. He felt the fast pulsing of her heart and the vibrations of her throat as she groaned. Trunks arched his back in delight and purred loudly as Naiya dug her nails into his skin and scratched him possessively. He increased his speed and thrust deep. Her eyes flew open and her head tilted back as a massive wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

Naiya's nerves were ablaze as Trunks sweltered inside her and she was full of his manhood. Every touch he made she felt, every small movement she acknowledged. It was unreal and the most intense thing she had ever felt. She loved him through the night, sometimes carrying on when she thought she was devoid of the strength. But somehow she managed to pleasure him again and again until, after hours that seemed like seconds, she could go no more and fell back against the couch.

"Not hitoshierzu," he sighed into her, "but hireki*." Trunks found himself snuggled into Naiya's body and falling asleep as her delicate hands massaged the nape of his neck. Occasionally he felt the pucker of small lips on his forehead and cheek, and he returned it by caressing her just above her breasts. Her chest rose and fell against his in a steady rhythm and he drifted off to sleep with her in his arms. It was the best sleep he ever remembered having. (*found)

* * * * *

When Trunks awoke in the morning he was tangled up with Naiya as she slumbered against his chest. A blanket was thrown over their naked forms and only one thought entered his mind: Buruma. ::So she knows,:: his heart pulsed to him. ::So what? You're in love.:: Trunks smiled. Naiya stirred and rubbed her eyes.

"Trunks-ouji?" Trunks growled playfully and he leaned in to kiss her.

"What did I tell you about that?" Naiya giggled and hugged him around his neck. He in return snaked an arm around her waist and felt his chest swell with pride in his beautiful mate. Naiya saw it in his eyes, the happiness he'd never known, and could've cried in joy. The walls were down and he allowed himself to care for her now. Naiya pulled herself tighter to Trunks and he kissed her bare shoulder.

::Oh, Trunks, don't ever let me go. Promise me you'll never let go.::

::Ore yakusoku*:: Trunks answered and meant it. (*I promise)

* * * * *

Several weeks passed and Naiya's bed was never empty. Trunks had decided to stay with her in her room amongst the pictures and memories she loved. He wanted to be a part of what she loved, wanted to be where she loved him the most. Buruma had no objections: she was ecstatic at their consummation. She winked slyly at the two and grinned at them knowingly every morning. She was happy yet she felt her heart breaking. Her son wasn't so dependent on her anymore, and the sight of the couple made her longing for her dead husband
intensify. Long nights were spent with her clutching onto his pillow, eyes
squeezed tightly shut as she pretended the not-so-hard lump of feathers was
Beji-ta and he was holding her as he slept. Life was unfair that way, but one
thing Buruma knew was how grateful she was to have had Trunks. A part of her
husband lived on that way and her child was also the thing that kept her from
taking her life.

"Nai-chan, help me with that?" Buruma asked and pointed to the printout data sheet on top of her desk. Naiya nodded and handed Buruma the paper. They were in her lab working on the finishing touches of the time machine. The cyborgs were due in about two weeks and Trunks would need to go back as soon as possible in order to return in time to defend Earth again. From what Trunks had told her, he had never beaten the twin terrors but had never been defeated by them either. Number 17 was usually the one who challenged him; his sister, Number 18, didn't care as much for destruction and death as her brother. And the fact that he was only half human made Trunks a little more tolerable. Number 17 would batter him and get battered back, and Number 18 would step in for a while until she called it a day and they all went home. Sometimes Trunks was in worse shape, others Number 17, but it was always the same. They didn't kill him. He was their entertainment.

"Ah, gomen, Buruma-san. I must leave. Trunks-kun and I were going to go to the city today and help out. I finally persuaded him to go with me," Naiya smiled and shrugged. Buruma smirked and waved her away. Running down the halls with glee, Naiya found Trunks waiting for her by the back door. Hand in hand they walked away from Capsule Corp. into the impoverished city. Their moods quickly turned somber as they approached the destruction and Naiya had to fight back the tears as they walked down the street. They wandered in silence, minds completely blank from the destruction. From city to desecrated city they traveled and the pain of the loss of lives flooded over them. Trunks felt it deep inside of him, he felt the sympathy he'd never known for these destroyed humans welling up in his chest and he swallowed hard to push the lump back down in his throat. Naiya had shown him how to care for others and he didn't particularly like the feeling it gave him when lives were snatched from his grasp.

"W-What's going on, Trunks-kun?!" Naiya gasped as the ground began to shake.
It started as a low tremor and then grew to a thundering vibration. Trunks' eyes widened in disbelief.

"No! It can't be!" Anger shot up through his veins and his heart pounded in his chest.

"Trunks! What is it?" Naiya cried as she stumbled on the unstable earth. Trunks' muscles were tense with fear and astonishment and his jaw line tightened. He was unarmed, just in regular clothing.

"This can't be happening! They're early!" he screamed in frustration. ::This isn't fair! Why now? Why ever?:: "Naiya, get out of here. IMA*!" Naiya's mouth dropped open and she shook her head. (*Now)

"Iie, Trunks, I'm staying with you."

"You can't!" Trunks whirled on her, veins bulging in his arms as he tightened his hand into a fist. "You must leave, now! Hurry, Naiya, before it's too late... please..." Trunks' voice was pleading and there was urgency in his tone. But Naiya did not want to leave him. She bit her lip and agreed to go, but other plans were on her mind. She would wait until Trunks was well out of sight and then she'd follow him secretly.

"Wait, Nai-chan," Trunks stopped her. "I- I want you to have this. In case I don't make it, you have to take care of my mother and the people. Okay?" The breath escaped Naiya as Trunks gently lifted his necklace over his head and slipped it over hers. The priceless medallion signifying royalty was now around her neck. "I give my name to you. Now I am just another person, no better and no worse. You are the new leader, you and Buruma-san." Trunks smiled sadly as he rubbed a tear from Naiya's cheek with his thumb.

"I love you, Trunks!" Naiya wailed and threw her arms around his neck. She sobbed into his shoulder and hugged him fiercely. He steadied her and kissed her once more before he left. The quakes were getting worse and more frequent; he could waste no more time.

"Take care of my mother, Naiya-oujo*," he waved and kicked off into the air. Naiya's hair fluttered in the wind he created in his takeoff and silvery tears slid down her pale cheeks. She could not just walk away from him. She needed him and he needed her. She could not go on knowing this could be the last time she ever saw him. (*princess)

"Forgive me, Trunks," Naiya whispered as she broke into a run, "but I cannot turn my back on you. Not now, not ever."

* * * * *

"Oh, look, dear sister! It's that purple-haired brat back to defeat us!" 17 laughed mockingly. Trunks had just arrived and had yet to power up. 18 snorted.

"If you ask me, brother," she said with a flip of her fair blonde locks, "he looks better as a blonde, even if it's fake." 17 laughed once more and waved her off.

"Come now, 18. We can't all be blonde. Besides," he added with a growl, "he
packs quite a punch with that gold hair of his."

"Enough!" Trunks shouted up at them. 18 was perched on a small window ledge of a building left standing and 17 was hovering mid-air. "You're early. You lied to me." 17 shrugged.

"Well, what do you expect? Any longer and my sister and I would've gone for each other's throats."

"Then it's a shame you *didn't* wait longer," Trunks growled. 18 burst into giggles and 17 crossed his arms with a smirk.

"Quite a wit that one has, brother," 18 said after she had calmed her laughter.

"Don't worry, 18," the black-haired cyborg stated bluntly. "I'll beat it out of him." With a quick move, Trunks powered up to Super Saiyajin just in time to block a punch to the gut by 17. A few fast thrusts went by without contact until Trunks' foot finally met 17's jaw. He sprawled backwards and regained himself, rubbing the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

"Been practicing, I see," he grinned and launched himself back at Trunks. Each hit was met blow for blow, sometimes with 17 gaining the upper hand, sometimes with Trunks on top. Their bout went on for some time before 17 stepped out to take a breather and 18 took his spot. Trunks never had a hard time hitting females, especially this one, and he thoroughly enjoyed the liberty. 18 was a little craftier than her brother so concentration had to be maintained. She was nothing to be taken lightly, either. Beautiful and deadly, her techniques and movements were a fatal combination. Trunks was caught off guard as 18 disappeared and reappeared above him, driving her heel into his shoulder. Trunks grunted in pain as he staggered, then composed himself and went on the offensive. A few quick jabs to the sides and an upper cut to the chin sent 18 fumbling into the side of an abandoned building. 17 frowned.

"You're not playing very nice." His voice was laced with anger and disgust. Trunks panted below him, stance contained and ready. 17 blinked in surprise and a sly grin slid up his face. "Well, I can play just as dirty!" he shouted and fired a shot at another building. Trunks watched him, puzzled, then caught on.
He felt as if he'd just had the wind knocked out of him. His knees threatened to buckle.

"Naiya! NO!!!" Trunks' cries echoed off the city walls and put 17 in a somber
mood.

"17, whatever you just did was not good," 18 sighed as she flew over to him dusting herself off.

"Naiya! Naiya, oh you stupid girl, why? Why are you here? I told you to go back!" The tears were pouring freely down Trunks' face as he held the bloody form of his love. Naiya had been watching him from a distance she thought was safe. He cursed himself for not realizing she was there. He'd been too wrapped up in his fight. A bloody finger made its way slowly to his face as Naiya smiled weakly and traced his lips.

"I... couldn't bear not... not..." She coughed and a trickle of crimson ran from the side of her mouth. "...seeing you... ag-gain." Trunks sobbed into her hair as he pulled her to him. His wails were loud and pathetic like a dying animal on its last breath. Naiya tried to shush him but couldn't summon the strength to speak.

"Naiya, no, please no! You can't leave me here, I need you. You're all I have! Why didn't you listen to me?!"

"Don't be angry with me," Naiya sighed as her eyelids fluttered closed. "Don't
be angry. I love you."

"I love you, Nai-chan," Trunks managed through his gasps. She was in his arms,
dying in his arms, and he couldn't do anything about it. He was frantic to save her but there was no time. It was over for her. Her hand closed loosely around her necklace. It too was covered with blood. Naiya pulled it off and pushed it into Trunks' palm.

"You must lead your people again," she smiled as her eyes filled with tears. "They need you, just like I did..." Naiya's eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she thought her last. Trunks' wave of loss and fury ripped through the air as he threw his head back and screamed. 18 shuddered and 17 became uneasy.
Trunks' hair was becoming much brighter now and the energy exploding from him was almost hard to stand up against. The color in his eyes disappeared as he continued to scream, continued to hold his lost love. His heart was breaking and it hurt like a million of his swords stabbing him through the chest. His fingers curled around his necklace and his power faded. Trunks collapsed, unconscious, onto Naiya's body.

"I think now would be a good time to cut out," 18 shivered and started away. 17 gaped. ::How could he fathom that much power?:: "17!" The boy shook his head.

"You're right, 18. Let's not waste our time with him anymore today."

* * * * *

Buruma paced her lab back and forth. It was well into the night and Naiya and Trunks still hadn't returned. ::Please, Kami... you've already taken my husband and my friends. Don't take my only child, too.:: She forced the tears from her eyes and resumed pacing. All of a sudden her back door banged open and a battered Trunks stumbled in. He was in a daze and Buruma caught him in her arms.

"Trunks!" she cried and hugged him. "Trunks, you're covered with blood. Where... Where's Nai-chan?" Trunks began to cry silently. "Where's Nai-chan?!" Buruma demanded, knowing but not wanting to believe.

"Dead!" Trunks groaned and grabbed his head. "Dead, dead, she's dead! And it's all my fault!" Buruma took hold of his hands and tried to calm him.

"No, it's not your fault, Trunks," she soothed.

"Yes it is!" he screamed and pulled away from his mother. "It is! I should have noticed her there! I'm such a fool, mother!" Buruma noticed the dangling chain in his hands.

"Your father's necklace... what--?"

"I gave it to her." Trunks' shoulders slumped. "I gave it to her, she was the leader, and now she's dead. And mother," Trunks whimpered as he looked over his shoulder at the bundle of cloth lying in the grass that was his mate, "...I died
with her."

* * * * *

"Naiya, come look!" Naiya laughed and ran after her little neighbor in the crowded city streets. The small girl had long, silky purple hair and curious ice blue eyes. Naiya lovingly scolded her for running off so quickly.

"Tiru-chan, your mother would kill me if she knew her baby-sitter let her child run wild in the streets!" Mirai Trunks smiled sadly to himself as he watched his love from the future carry on her life without a worry. He missed her immensely and his heart ached with the remembrance of her death in the future. Mirai Trunks concealed himself in the alleys and shadows of the town, just watching Naiya and remembering. He told himself not to be long; Furiza would be in about an hour and he must be prepared to fight him in case Son Gokuu did not arrive. Mirai Trunks looked down into the pocket of his Capsule Corp. jacket. A little bulge stuck out at him and he patted it and smiled.

"Yes, Naiya," Mirai sighed and stood. "I could not save you in the future, but I will make sure you live here, now. Gokuu will accomplish what I failed." He kissed his hand and held it out to her, then took off quietly never to look back again.

-THE END-

sad, neh??? -_-, ::sniff sniff!:: but at least Naiya survived in *one* timeline... poor Trunks-kun! lemmie know whatcha think! oh, and I know my Japanese sucks, so bear with me! I guess I�m cheesy that way... ~Misa~