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Capsule Industries - Trunks Bedroom

Rhuda sat back down on the bed, clasping her hands together so tightly they ached. He wanted to know more about her, yet what could he possibly want to know? She dared a glance and saw that he was staring off at his shelf of trophies.

"You said you were from Earth. But...what happened before you woke up as her?" He asked.

She didn't know how much the game would allow her to explain. But Rhuda began with that night. "...My boyfriend cheated on me. I went home to father, but he...he..." She ran her sweaty hands down the sides of her thighs, trying to find words.

"...He...hurt you, didn't he?" Trunks guessed.

"Yes. I should have been used to it..." Rhuda shook her head at herself, as if she were the fool in all of it, "but I guess somewhere deep down I thought that on that day...he'd let me be."

"Nobody gets used to being abused." Trunks said gently. "What happened after that?"

"I ran away. This man I met on the way to Tokyo gave me a game to play. But it wouldn't work. Ano...I left it for awhile, thinking maybe it was just slow. I went to the rooftop. T-That's where I would go to think, w-when things were difficult. But it had snowed...and as I looked off the r-roof...my foot, it..."

Her eyes blurred until the room became a fuzzy mess. She bowed her head as a harsh sob came out, unable to continue the tale.

"...You died," Trunks said gently. "And woke up here. Is...that about right?"

"Yes."

"And you have no idea who it was that brought you here?"

"None." Rhuda glanced over at him through the tears spiking her lashes together, wondering what he was thinking. If he thought she was a fool. But when he caught her eyes the blue of his softened. His thick arm pulled her to his side, caressing her arm soothingly.

Gently he whispered, "...I'm sorry. Nobody deserves what happened to you, Rhuda. But...that's not your real name, is it?"

"No. I'm-" she gulped, "...Chisato."

"Chisato..." he smiled. "It's beautiful."

"..." Her cheeks flushed.

His hand was only rubbing her shoulder and arm, yet the tingling which began inside her core would have said otherwise. When she became still, Trunks put his other arm around her, too, and embraced her like she would vanish into smoke. The remaining despair at having died erupted up and out of her throat and she sobbed against his neck, the lilac strands of his hair sticking to her cheeks.

Without a word they sat until she could cry no longer.

'He's...been hugging me this whole time. I should...pull away, but..'

But she didn't want to.

"Relax..." he whispered to her ear, rubbing her back lightly.

The briefest touch was all it took for Rhuda to pull away nervously, only to be tucked back to his neck. "I won't eat you. Just...breathe. I can tell you're not used to anyone touching you. I can only imagine how hard it's been..."

"I wanted to die," she admitted aloud. "I wondered why, why it was me, why did I have to be the one who had to put up with it. If I brought it on myself. Did I do something wrong?"

"No. Don't think that for a minute." He breathed into her ear, "...If I were there, none of that would have happened. Believe me, I, I understand where you're coming from more than you think. All my life I've had to fight to live, always looking over my shoulder. I couldn't help but think I did something to Kami, too."

"But you're a hero," she said.

He shook his head, "Anyone can be a hero. But, Chisato-"

Her head snapped up, hearing her real name.

Trunks smiled with such kindness her heart warmed. The blue eyes giving her full attention appeared full of determination. "You're not alone. If you need someone to rely on, then use me."

"!"

She quivered, lips parting to say, "Trunks..." when he tilted her chin and brushed his lips to hers.

Her body warmed. Soft. Gentle. She reacted, pressing hers to him.

Hot, hot, she was getting really hot, and a swarm of fish were flipping around her insides.

He coaxed her mouth apart, brushing the tips of her straight teeth with his warm tongue. Carefully her own lifted to meet him, daring to taste his mouth, roaming within. The arms around her back grabbed harshly as a guttural sound he made.

She groaned, overcome and had to pull away for air. "Trunks," she whispered again, winded. He waited patiently for her to make a move, and she claimed his lips even though her own trembled, running her hand through his silken hair.

'It's so soft...he's...really touching me like this. I can't even think straight.'

"Do you want to stop?" He asked, pulling back to examine her face.

"..."

She tried to formulate a coherent thought, wanting to beg him to never, ever stop, but instead hid her rosy face against his reddened cheek.

"It's okay. We'll stop for now. But I wanted to tell you," he pressed her away so they could really see one other, and firmly looking her in the eye, "I like you too, Chisato. If you're willing, I'd like to be more than just a friend."

Nod

Nod

Trunks chuckled and ran his thumb down her jawline. "...You honor me."

They sat and talked until Trunks bid her goodbye, needed at the Time Nest.

Conton City - Plaza

 

 

The first thing Rhuda did after parting ways with Trunks at the transporter was run over to Shallot in a flustered mess. She had no one else to talk to about things, really, and didn't dare blurt out what happened to just any person.

She had no idea that Shallot had been talking about her to his human friends.

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To the left of Shallot was his human friend, Nate. "Man, get a load of that. Have you hit it yet?" Nate asked Shallot, never looking away from Rhudas curvy form growing closer.

"Nah...taking it slow." Shallot replied, wanting to jut out their eyes for looking. As if they had a chance in hell with Shallot around.

Nate's partner Vann whistled. "Damn. Check out those tits! I wish she would come over here and suffocate me with 'em."

"Or sit on my face," Nate added.

Nate and Vann laughed, while Shallot couldn't look away from the aura that came with Rhuda. Her face had never looked so beautiful, with its pink hue and a tiny smile lifting the corners of her cute pouting lips. When she made it to him, Rhuda glanced at Nate and Vann, who quickly said they were going to do a mission and left them alone.

"Shallot! I-I did it," she said excitedly. Her brown tail wagged to and fro.

"Let me guess. Learned how to tie your shoes?" He joked.

She shook her head, long auburn hair waving around. It was his first time seeing it down, and Shallot saw its length hit the back of her thighs. Even that was pretty and suited her.

"No-not that," she replied, "T-Trunks wants to date me!"

Tch.

"So?" He couldn't help but say. "He's still just a character in a game. Nothing special about that."

Her grin faded. "...Maybe so. But...I feel so happy..."

Shallot pushed off from the column he was leaning on, tugging Rhuda over so they couldn't be overheard. They both sat on a bench surrounding the Plaza gate alone. "Well, glad you're happy, noodle head." He said.

What he really wanted to do was go have a match with Trunks and beat the hell out of him for stealing her, but Shallot refrained. Barely.

"Mhm! Oh, but is it okay if I ask you something...personal?"

"Yeah."

Rhuda's face flushed. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching before leaning in to his ear.

He bent over and heard, "What does it mean if you pee on a guy?"

Not what he was expecting to hear.

Shallot reared away and smacked his head on a palm tree behind him. "Ow...okay, so, you pissed on Trunks?"

"Shhh!" She covered his mouth with her hand. "Not so loud!"

When he lowered it down, he barely held back laughter. "You're asking me...? Why?"

"B-Because I'm sure you've had lots of girls," Rhuda said.

"Wow. You hit low, Rhuda." He smirked. "Gotta say I've never been pissed on. What, did you hold it in too long?"

"I don't think so...we-we were kissing and then I, I got all hot and, and felt like I was going to pee..." Rhuda looked up at him cutely, too cutely.

'Shit she's adorable.'

It dawned on him what had happened. If what he thought was true, then Trunks had to be an amazing kisser, or Rhuda was holding back some details. "Noodle head, you got off."

"Got off...? What does that mean?"

"It means you liked that kiss a little too much and had an orgasm."

"Or...gasm?"

Her head tilted a little, like a puppy, and she touched her lips. "I...didn't know kissing could make me orgasm."

He shouldn't do it. But the urge was too much; he had to know if she'd do that with him too.

Shallot swept her into his lap with ease, spreading her legs on either side of him.

"Hya! W-What are you d-doing?"

"I'll show you..." he said, smirking.

He stole her lips and then some, taking over her mouth gently and possessively, engaging his tongue to work. After a moment of tension she answered, practically falling into his chest. He heard a sound, much like that of a moan, and pulled away. A string of saliva connected their lips and he licked it off of him. Shallot knew he was a great kisser; it was one of many perks of being a playboy.

Looking down between her spread legs he saw fresh dampness. An aroma, enticing and calling his instincts outwards, made Shallot sniff the air hungrily. He growled and touched that wetness, pulling it to his nose and inhaling it deeply. "Look, it's not piss," he half growled.

"T-Then...what is it?"

"Girl cum, I guess." He held her flush to his crotch, "It's a sign that you had a good time."

"I've never had it happen before..." she nibbled her lip. "But it wasn't bad at all."

He looked into her pure, innocent face and knew he was a goner. The player had became the played. He had to have her. Had to eat up all that cuteness before Trunks did.

"Let's...go do a PQ." He said, trying to calm himself down. At the rate he was going he would have his way with her right there on a damn bench.

"Alright."

 

 

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