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Future Earth - Tokyo

Zamasu appeared within the office of the King of Time and found himself a seat. Tie was there already, talking, until the Kai's appearance. The conversation drummed to a halt. Trunks nodded at Zamasu. "Lord Zamasu. Please, update us on the situation at hand."

He did so.

Trunks shook his long head of hair and stroked his lavender beard. "So...that's what he's planning."

His son Tie leaned forward in his seat and said, "King. By taking her to the Chamber, it's safe to assume what happened when I was little will happen again."

"Yeah, it probably will," Trunks replied. He wheeled back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. "Marisa and Reimu will be needed. I'll get them here shortly; their powers will get an upgrade. I'm betting Game Master will be at her last known location anytime now."

"And what of Shallot? I really don't care if he's destroyed, but Chisato will be upset." Zamasu said.

To that Trunks exhaled and grabbed a pen, clicking and un-clicking the tip. It was the only sound for awhile. "Bring him here, Zamasu. I'll speak with him. He may be more useful and cooperative once he learns the truth of it all."

"I see."  Zamasu stood and bowed.

"Wait." Trunks said. He strode to Zamasu and pulled something from his pocket. It was a letter. "Please give this to my younger self. Don't look at the contents of this. You're memories may be manipulated; we don't truly know if GM is still in the original game."

"Very well. I'll deliver this to him. Anything else?"

Tie stood also. "Lord Zamasu, be careful. We're counting on you for this to work."

Zamasu looked from the King of Time to Tie. He slowly nodded. "You mortals would perish if not for us Gods. To that end I'll do what I can. I should warn you, though, I have all intentions of using this to my advantage."

Trunks chuckled. "We know. My wife isn't immune to your charms. You'll find that out soon. Good look with that; I'm curious to see what she'll do myself. She might enjoy being with a Kai." His face changed, "But I doubt she'll go along with it."

"Hn."

 

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Xenoverse - Time Chamber

Chisato pushed Trunks away in a flustered manner, needing breathing room. "W-wife? You mean to say that you and I, are married?"

"Exactly. Not only that, but.." his eyes jerked over to Tie, who was swinging the brandished sword with zeal, "Tie is our son."

"...." Everything went dark for the girl whom was brought into a video game world. Trunks swiftly caught her to him and sighed, looking at her ashen face with worry.

Chisato realized she must have fainted.

When she awoke is was to Tie poking her cheek. Her eyes saw him, and Trunks. And she was held by that smooth talking, lilac haired man. With a jerk she scuttled back. "You!"

"I'm still here," Trunks said. He sighed and said to Tie, "It's taking her awhile to get used to it."

"I knew it right away!" Tie bragged. He hopped to Trunks and added, "Well, after you said it. Heh."

Trunks tucked Tie to his chest and hugged him as if her son was a plush toy he enjoyed squeezing. "...I'll get you a sword or two if she agrees."

"Really? You mean it?" Tie sparkled.

Chisato didn't sparkle. Her face was pale and her limbs trembled, edging against the door as if to escape. "You...my...son...I don't believe you," she said finally.

Trunks let Tie go and he raced away again to practice with his new blade. Even that small, his genius brain knew his mother and second dad needed a moment or two to work things out.

Chisato's eyes watered over. "Tell me it's a lie. Please!"

"I'm sorry, Chisato. It's all the truth. You feel it, don't you? Our connection to each other?" Trunks asked. He walked over to her side and hauled her off the wood and into his arms, where the woman began sobbing tearfully.

"No...! Shiroui! I don't understand! He said I was pregnant with his son." Chisato argued.

'This whole time...I've been with Shiroui. How could it be wrong?'

"It's not wrong. Shallot took you from here after we were married, brought you there and made a wish using the Dragon Balls. He erased your memories and put new ones there instead. Not only that, but kept you from ever coming back. If not for Zamasu, you'd still be there."

She sniffed her snot and looked up into the beautiful eyes of a stranger, feeling his hand at her back, the warmth of his chest. Yet, it was like her body knew him. Knew that smell, that lingering, comforting touch. As her mind rejected the words he'd spoke, her body was telling the actuality. "....Then...it's true..." she relented, "I really am...married, to you. And Tie...is your son."

"I know this will be sudden, but, there's a way you can have all those memories back."

Trunks waited.

"There is?" She asked, watching Tie flip around in the air behind them.

He leaned away, and she saw that his face was red. He nodded. "You'll have to drink a little of my blood. It's part of our link, being [Soul - Mates]."

"Y-You're joking, aren't you?"

"Afraid not. It's the only way short of a wish, and the Dragon Balls have already been used recently."

"I couldn't bite you! That's so...s-strange!"

Trunks sighed and pulled her face to his neck. "Breathe it in. My smell, Chisato. You'll understand."

She squirmed a little before an odd smell arose to her nose. Once, twice, she sniffed. Her body grew hot, hotter, until her pelvis throbbed. The effect was as if he was touching her there. "Agn...what are you doing to me? S-Stop..."

"I'm not doing anything. It's natural. You just need to allow it to happen." He said to her ear.

"Haa....haa..."

Try as she might, Chisato grew weak under the odor within her nostrils. Woozy, she fell towards him and clung to the backside of his vest, willing the weird sensation away. If anything, however, it only grew in strength.

'I...really want to...'

Her gaze sought his neckline. It was there and ready. Waiting.

Slowly she rose and sniffed it again, almost like she was a recovering addict and him a temptation. Her pelvis throbbed harder. Within seconds her dainty lips parted and she closed around his taunt neck, roving hands around him like he needed to be trapped in place. Trunks didn't fight, but made a small grunt and exhaled. "Chisato..." he weakly said, "Bite hard."

She did so.

Her mouth was flooded with salty iron. She drank it, sucking more, until Trunks pulled against her with need and groaned. It wasn't enough; she bit sharply again and didn't stop until her eyes had shut. Her body slumped into him.

The next time she awoke her eyes fluttered open. Dew immediately collected her lashes together, and she threw her arms around him. "Trunks! Oh, Trunks!"

"You remember..." he said, rubbing her back.

"I do...hic...Shallot tricked me...! How could he?"

Her tears didn't stop until she had no more to give, instead, shaking in his arms. Trunks kissed her forehead. "...I'm going to fix what I can."

"I know you will. Everything is always up to you. How I wish...I wasn't so idiotic. How could I believe him? Why did I let Granolah take me away?"

They talked until Tie complained with hunger, in which case they broke apart and found them all some food. Chisato wasn't hungry, due to morning sickness, but ate what she could and fed Tie the rest.

Tie grew used to his new Dad like any child; quickly and happy to have a second father. As the days passed in the Time Chamber, those three grew as close as could be, reunited with one another at long last. There were many worries, of course, but Trunks assured his wife he would protect her from it all, even going to the real world with her to fix it.

The correction would need to happen to give them a year and fifty so days to prepare for Game Master's new version of Xenoverse. Trunks would find it, he said, and put an end to him once and for all. Tie offered his help, and those two began training underneath the weight of heavy gravity the remainder of the five months.

The day came when Chisato's pains couldn't be ignored or healed by Trunks.

That day she groaned in bed and rolled to her side, clutching his bare shoulder as agony zipped down her side and below. "Oh..!"

He rolled as a great wetness soaked the cot they were in. "It's...time," Trunks said. He sat up and began running water, "I'll get the water birth station set up. Tie, help her get her gown off."

Tie did so and Chisato was led to the bathroom, where Trunks eased her into the warm water. "Remember your breathing," he said, stroking her back.

"Ung...!"

Her pains progressed, and as before, the power of the birthing rattled much of the Time Chamber in it's wake. She screamed in agony, pleading Trunks to help, but despite his [Soul - Mate] link, her husband couldn't ease the birth. He worried she'd die before it was through, as the baby had been training, too, in a different way.

Tie pushed Trunks aside and said, "It won't work 'cause Daddy already bit you once momma. Let me do it! I'll help!"

"T-Tie," she cried, "Y-You can't!"

"Don't worry," Trunks said, "It won't make him your mate. At least, it shouldn't."

"Urk!" Chisato's body heaved with another pain that was too great. She slipped unconscious, only coming to when Trunks pushed energy into her chest, convulsing the heart to beat.

To Tie Trunks said, "Do it! It's our only chance!"

Tie hopped into the water while Trunks held her arms, needing to use his God form to do so. Even then it was a struggle he'd lose under any length of duration. As Trunks held her, Chisato tossed her head to and fro, until Tie dove to her chest and bit the flesh of her neck. Blood seeped out into the already pink water, but slowly, the room stopped shaking, and Trunks kicked aside some rubble that was too near.

It worked.

Chisato calmed down long enough for her daughter to be born. The tiny girl came out screaming and glowing yellow, until placed onto her mother's chest.

Like that the danger passed.

Tie spat out his mothers blood and wrinkled his nose. "Ew! Yuk!"

"You did it, Tie. You saved your sister." Trunks took his son to his arms and held him, both crying with relief. Birthing a baby was stressful, but a legendary saiyan baby was another story.

Trunks healed his wife of her pains and as she rest on the cot, Tie said to her, "Momma, it's okay. Stop thinking that! I know you love daddy, but...." his blue eyes watered, "...I do too. But he lied to us real bad."

"Tie," Chisato cried, "I'm okay. Mommy's just sad. S-Shallot wasn't here for her."

"Hic....sniff..." Tie and his mother only stopped crying when Trunks walked over and sat down on the cot with them, taking the tiny girl from her mothers chest.

"She's beautiful." Trunks said.

Indeed, the girl saiyan had black hair and rusty skin, with a tiny monkey tail. She wailed at being removed from her mother. "Already a mommy's girl, aren't you?" Trunks cooed, touching her fat face.

Chisato watched how Trunks carefully held her daughter, and she couldn't help but think, despite the pain of childbirth she wanted to have another. Trunks chuckled. "You shouldn't say that just yet, you know. But...I do, too."

"Ew!" Tie crossed his arms, "So when does this mind reading stuff go away? I don't wanna know everything."

"It doesn't, really,"" Trunks said. "You'll need to get used to it son."

"No way! Gross!"

Tie ran off, and Trunks gave the baby back, who opened one deep brown eye as if angered to be disturbed again. She rooted for a breast until given one. "...Shallot..." Chisato said sadly.

"You want to let him name her?" Trunks asked, shocked. He'd read her mind of course. "After everything?"

"Yes. I...I'm still his wife, too."

"..."

Trunks looked away. He sighed and nodded. ('I know. Not for long though.')

After he'd thought that his wife cried fresh tears. They trickled down her face onto her new family member one after another. Her heart had been shattered upon learning the truth, but despite that she'd grown to love Shallot in that time. Even if it had been a lie. "Trunks...! Please....I can't...I can't..." she sobbed, "...Don't take it away. Please. I know now that Shallot was doing what he could to protect me."

The depths of Trunks blue eyes grew harsh. He stood, unable to face his beloved. "What about me, Chisato? and Gohan? Just what the hell are we supposed to do?"

"I..."

For that she had no answer. Yet as she saw her husband retreating within himself, Chisato knew she had no choice but to let Trunks have his way. To protect everything from harm. Knowing that, Trunks angrily kicked away a stray boulder far off into the whiteness of the Time Chamber and growled. "You're only letting me do this so I won't be upset. Stop...thinking like that. I...I knew for a long time how you two loved each other."

"Yes, I know, but I can't bear to hurt you. So, please, do what you must."

"I've been patient with Gohan. I know how he feels, how I feel. You chose to be with me forever, here in Xenoverse. But...now that you know what a real life is like...I..." Trunks crouched down and laid his head onto the arm of his wife. His voice shook as did his shoulders. "...I..can't help but feel like I'm doing the same thing he did!"

"T-Trunks..." Chisato used her free arm to comb through his medium length hair, "You are the one I want to be with the rest of my life. I would do anything--"

"--I know that!" His face lifted, showing the deep thoughts he had about the subject. Chisato watched as his teeth grit furiously. She wished to help him but didn't know how.

'If I were to be with Shallot, too..'

"It might kill me." Trunks said aloud. He exhaled and swiped away his tears of frustration. "It might but...you love him now more than ever. Tch! I'm saying that...make him your mate. At least...then I won't feel so guilty about what I'm going to do."

"W-What? No, I couldn't!" Chisato sprang forward, covering falling away.

"I'm saying it's okay." Trunks said.

By the firm clenching of his jaw Chisato knew it wasn't okay at all. Trunks was merely saying that. Her hand gently caressed down his cheek. "Then, you mean to say it's okay for me to lay in his bed? As I do you?" She asked, watching him carefully.

His teeth barred. "...It's not anything new. You two...did that a lot, right?"

"Oh, Trunks..." Chisato pulled his head to her neck and kissed his ear. "You don't need to be so brave and strong all the time. Not around me. But, I don't mind it when Trunks is jealous."

"Chi-chisato...saying that..." his chuckle she heard. "...makes me want to lock you up here forever. I'm jealous; I'm very jealous. I just want to destroy him. But I won't...I know he thought it was best, too."

"Shiroui has been my dearest friend." She admitted.

"Grr! That's not helping!" He pouted and nestled into her chest possessively; the baby growled a little at the invader touching her mother until he ceased.

Trunks leaned away. "You're mine. I hate that he knows your human body."

"Ngn~ Ano...please, not so hard...they're very sore.."

His hand which had been groping fell away with a defeated slump. Trunks stood again and began pacing. "He can't live with us, though. It's just...can you imagine it? Me, Gohan and Shallot all knowing everything at same time?"

"You mean that you're still wanting me to mate with him? A-Are you so sure? Ano...Trunks doesn't need to go that far. I'll...be fine."

Yet the hope in her sweet voice clued Trunks in, as did the thoughts she had about being with him. He could hear them all and it pushed his jealousy nearly over the edge. "Please...stop thinking about him so hard." He said, pausing his pacing to give her a scowl of displeasure. In response her cheeks grew hot and her face ducked down in shame.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. Shallot was a good husband and a great father--"

Trunks had heard enough. He stomped away to Tie and left her there for a few moments. Chisato used that time to collect herself and settle her daughter onto the cot, managing to swing her legs over and use the remaining wall structure to climb to her feet, albeit shakily. She didn't stop until her feet were over the edge of the platform; Tie and Trunks turned from their sparring and flew over in a hurry.

"Momma! You shouldn't be up! Get back in bed!" Tie said. The boy then added, "Oh. You're wanting Father." He took the sword in his arms and flew off, "I'll let you two do whatever boring stuff adults do."

Trunks cradled her to him. "He's right. Go rest some more. We won't be leaving until you're all healed from childbirth, anyway. I'll finish what I can tomorrow."

By that he meant healing her, as he'd already expended that during the birthing.

"Trunks...I'm sorry. I'm being selfish, but I...I want Trunks and Shallot to be like they were." Her eyes sought his pleadingly. "I want us to be together like we used to!"

"That can't happen." Trunks answered calmly, swinging her feet out and hoisting her to his bare chest. He brought her back to the cot and sat her down on it gently. "...Just be his mate. I'll live. I know how badly you want to be with him."

"Eh? No...I can't do that to you. Gohan is already also my mate.."

"I made my mind, Chisato. Just erasing things and coming back here won't be enough! You'll remember it, and there's a little girl in there who needs her real Dad. I won't be like him and take that away from her!" Trunks shouted.

His words worked. Chisato reluctantly nodded, gazing at the sleeping girl. "...Then...to do that, and...manage it well, what should we do? Whatever Trunks says I'll agree to."

He ran a hand through his hair and looked off into the white. "...He...He can live at Capsule. You and her can go see him whenever. But...don't forget me, you know?"

"That would never happen." She smiled and giggled, "Trunks is the best. In everything! I love you the most of all!"

Her husbands face burned an attractive red. Slowly he said, "You're getting perverted. From being around him too much."

"Ah! I--I wasn't trying to--I didn't mean--"

"Ha ha. I'm teasing you, silly." He ruffled her auburn head. "Anyway, I know it's only a small win but I'm the largest. Rest up, my perverted wife. We have a lot to do."

"Kya!"

He blocked the thrown pillow at his head, catching it and smiling.