Post-VT PSL, Trunks

[nutkrusher]

It's been a year since they left the train. She's missed him a lot - and everyone close to her damn well knows it. But she hasn't just sit around pining for him in the intervening months. She's trained to further master the use of her new gifts - and to pass as many of them onto others as she can. Earthrealm will continue to need defenders, after all, both in the Special Forces and outside of them.

Mind, the debriefing after her return was a bitch and a half. They had a hard enough time accepting the whole being-able-to-fly-just-by-learning-how bit.

But things had gotten a lot better after that. She'd made Commander, for one. She'd also led a mission to take out the Great Cathedral of the Netherrealm without suffering a single casualty. Meanwhile, Jacqui and her fine band of misfits and nerds in the Tech Unit claimed to be making progress in the field of interrealm communication and transport.

She should've figured the peace wouldn't last. Turns out Kronika had a problem with how unbalanced things had gotten. And when the Mistress of Time has a problem, everyone has a problem. Now past and present have collided, old folks are running into their younger selves, and old baddies who should've stayed dead are back alive again.

It's easy for the being who sculpted the sands of time to stay one step ahead of her enemies. But Cassie's newfound power hadn't been part of her design. The fight has been long, and not without losses, but they've gutted it out - victory is in sight. Kronika is now cornered, surrounded within her Hourglass Chamber by the realms' greatest heroes, who now have her all-important crown in their possession. But Kronika and her daughter Cetrion are not beaten yet - and defeating the former is more easily talked about than accomplished.

Cassie's body erupts with green light as she looses a Shadow Kick against the corrupted nature goddess. It's now or never - this one's for all the realms.

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[light_of_willpower]

Fortunately, she's not alone. Her team isn't alone.

It had taken some doing to find her. She might also be too distracted to really parse what she might've been sensing. It's blindingly obvious now.

Because as she looses that shadow-kick, she's not alone. There's a streak of golden halo-corona, and a very familiar person under that golden energy. Slashing out with his sword, to help drive the opponent back if he couldn't cut her through.

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Cassie's eyes widen. Even in the split second before she sees him, there's no mistaking him for anyone else.

"...Trunks!?"

For a moment she's immobilized with shock. Needless to say, she hadn't exactly been expecting him to show up at this particular moment. But his sword cuts through her brief reverie - that and Cetrion's torso.

Cetrion gapes in horror, grasping at her sides as though still trying to hold them together. "Mother...I...I am sorry."

Cassie's expression resumes its usual determined glint as she sends a barrage of fireballs at the goddess's top half. Green sinews of muscle and vine peel away as she topples back and leaves her legs behind.

The Hourglass Chamber falls into a still, tense silence - with the gasping off the still-immortal (and still-crawling) Elder Goddess the only sound to fill the void. The Titan of Time stands horrified and dumbstruck. Cassie's allies, meanwhile, mostly just look confused.

Naturally, being a Cage, it's Cassie who breaks the silence.

"Hiya, hon. Kinda caught me at an awkward time - long story short, we gotta kill this bald bitch."

Kronika's expression swiftly darkens. Her eyes glow with fury as she raises her hands. Terrible winds swirl around her, beginning first from the bisected body of her daughter Cetrion. The Elder God dissolves into hot, glowing sand, which flies into Kronika's fingertips as she surges with absorbed power.

"Upstart mortals! Vile, delusional automatons! Who do you presume yourselves to be that you DARE to conspire to make history!? I am the one who makes history! I crafted your destiny, foresaw the whole of your transient existence! A mistake I now wholly intend to correct!"

A rippling wave emerges from her fingertips. It seems that all of existence shudders around her - and all motion stops, for Cassie and all of the assembled warriors of her universe. They are now frozen in time!

"I shall not suffer such intransigents as you in my New Era! The strands of your lives shall be unwoven, here and now!"

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Those left behind legs were soon just as dead as Trunks dropped one hand from his sword and blasted. He wasn't playing around--in these kind of situations he never did. Green-eyes scanned the surroundings, and half a smirk came to Trunks' mouth with Cassie's comment.

"You done?" Trunks asked, tilting his head to the side. "I get it, types like you love to hear themselves talk." He looked bored--alert, but bored.

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Kronika holds her hand palm out toward Trunks, glaring intensely. The wave of energy extends from her arm again, seemingly more powerful this time. And then she tries it a third time.

Her expression turns to one of desperate frustration. How is this mortal still moving?

"You...who are you? WHAT are you!? How do I not know your face? How can you exist and not have been part of my design!?"

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"You really do like to talk." Trunks snorts, flourishing his sword slightly before resuming his two-handed grip, and a ready stance. "I'm the one who kills you."

Before Trunks charged forward to do just that. Slicing with his sword, and if needed, using hand-to-hand to back it up as well as short-ranged ki blasts. Whatever it took to leave her in pieces and then to obliterate those pieces into nothingness.

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Kronika is on her back feet from the very start. Trunks comes so quickly that all she can do is attempt to teleport behind him, jumping short distances to try to avoid him. She sends blasts of sand and balls of energy in wild directions in front of her - these aren't the intentional actions of a fighter in control of herself. Indeed, it's clear that she isn't used to being at a disadvantage.

The cosmos she had envisioned had never produced a warrior such as this. It won't take much - just a single solid blow that she fails to dodge.

As Kronika's focus drifts, Cassie's eyes are open - she can hear, and more importantly, sense what's happening. As her control slips further, she even starts to gain enough control of her muscles to smile.

He's gotten stronger.

[light_of_willpower]

Even with her teleportation, she's never out of range for long. Not when Trunks can move so fast at times it almost seems like teleporting. There is no banter, only flashes of energy as the two travel around the arena. Wind guests from missed attacks, bursts of energy as the two clash, an occasional 'shing' sound of metal slicing the air.

All his time on the train, working with his father and others (including Cassie), had helped him prepare for Cell. And when he'd gone back to his time, he'd taken out the androids. And Cell too, when he showed up. It had been a few years, and Trunks had not let himself get out of practice even if he wasn't used to going up against godly types.

Eventually, he sheathes his sword. Moving to favor pure-hand-to-hand with her. It allows more speed to his strikes. That he's keeping her purely on the defensive--and not a thinking defensive either--is going to be her undoing. Kronika is not thinking, only reacting. And she's getting sloppy.

She's realizing it as she takes the hit. Having been a split second too slow on her teleport, so that she was grabbed--and he moved with her. They appeared in a different part of the arena, but his knee is already buried in her gut as she doubles over, before Trunks follows it up with a wicked elbow strike against her back that sends her hurtling. Down....down and down fast to the Arena floor.

All flashing before her eyes in the second, maybe two, it takes.

Trunks hasn't been playing though, and as soon as she started to fall he's bringing his hands up and gathering ki. Pulling it together like he had for Cell. As soon as she impacts, he's letting the blast fly. Atomizing her, and taking part of the arena out in a crumbling-edged hole from the blast.

Only when he's sure, does he let himself float back to the ground.

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Thankfully, Kronika's grip had slacked enough that Cassie and her allies are able to move well out of the way of the blast. By the time Trunks descends, they're already starting to congregate to greet them.

Cassie, naturally, is ahead of them all, practically waiting to pounce on him. It's a matter of perspective whether it will be her who catches him or vice versa.

But it isn't her or any of the others breaking the silence. Instead, they're interrupted by a loud crash and a woosh of swinging doors. Stepping through them is something even louder: Johnny Cage.

"Cavalry's here! Okay, Sinead O'Connor, time for a double dose of..."

He trails off, removing his sunglasses as he scans the room.

"...okay, did I miss something?"

If Trunks is astute, he may well notice that Johnny Cage was already in the room before this Johnny Cage - who appears to be a little over twenty years younger - even entered.

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It's kind of a mutual 'catching' between them. She's pulled close, one arm sliding around her waist firmly. The other goes more loosely to her shoulder, moreso because he's still on guard. Not powering down yet, although he guesses with the arrival of a younger Johny Cage, that he needn't be. Yet.

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There's an eruption of murmuring and activity among the assembled warriors. Cassie steals a quick kiss while she can - it's clear she'll be explaining things for a while.

Kung Lao removes his hat and rubs his head, a hint of confusion seasoning his usual sardonic grin. "I think we all might have missed something."

Cassie turns her head, her hand still resting behind Trunks's back.

"Yeah, I think I can get everyone up to speed here."

She steals a quick glance at Trunks and grins. "And that goes for you, too."

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Only then, does Trunks let himself power down. His hair is shorter, save for two long bangs over his face. He's perhaps a bit leaner, a bit taller. Grown up a bit more, but holding on to Cassie just as tightly.

"I'd appreciate that, considering I'm going on your word here that she needed to be killed."

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Cassie sighs. "Right. Well, here goes. Dad, I've already told you all about Trunks."

The elder Cage's eyebrows raise. "So this is Trainboy, huh? You know, my daughter hasn't been able to shut up about you for the past year."

Cassie looks away, blushing slightly. "Yeah, well, we...yeah. Anyway, for...everyone else who's come from the past timeline, the short version is that we met in another universe. One that's separate from all the realms we know about."

Liu Kang steps forward, his face revealing no more enlightenment than before. "Separate from the realms?"

"Yeah. It actually was a train that traveled between other universe. You see, it all started..."

Whereupon a rather succinct summary of the workings of the train and their adventures on it follows.

"...I hope that's clear."

Kung Lao tips his hat and nods. "About as clear as anything has been lately."

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Cassie blushing was adorable. Unsurprisingly, Trunks blushed too--head ducking a bit, with the elder Mr. Cage's comment. He couldn't help it.

Trunks filled in where he could about the train, and explained about how he was familiar with time-travel from his own universe, and how it altered timelines to create a new branch. But he was content to let Cassie speak for the most part. "It took a bit for Mom and I to figure out how to alter the tima-machine for dimensional travel too. I also had unfinished business, so it's been more than a year since I've seen Cassie. More like...3-4ish years."

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Cassie smirks. "Guess that means we'll have a little more catching up to do once we've sorted this mess out."

Her smile fades slightly as she continues.

"'Cause a mess is exactly what you've walked into. The bitch you just wasted is called Kronika. She's basically the Mistress of Time, and a huge control freak. She's got this obsession with making sure Good and Evil stay in balance, and Evil had been getting its ass kicked way too hard for her liking. So she decided to scrap the whole timeline and start over - which she's apparently done a whole shitload of times before.

"But before she did that, she took the past and mashed it up forward into the present for...reasons. Basically because she was looking for people that the future went badly for who'd help her gather the energy she needed to reset all of time. I dunno, seems a little extra to me - I'd have just put out an ad on Craigslist, but that's why I've got two daddies right now."

The younger Johnny Cage waves from the back of the room.

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Trunks blinked, then blinked again. "SO is this more, or less confusing than the train-situation?" With a little grin.

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"Might be a bit of a push. But we didn't have to unfuck the entirety of time after we left the train."

She turns toward the rest of the assembled warriors.

"Which is something we're gonna have to discuss right about now, I think. We've got an important job to do, and we want to make sure things get set the right way."

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"I'm the newcomer here, so I think I'll stay out of this conversation." Assuming Cassie was letting him pull apart so he could retire to the edges of the area. Albeit he wasn't pulling apart without briefly leaning forward to kiss her forehead in greeting.

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Cassie nods. "You've done more than enough for us already."

Liu Kang bows. "All the realms are now in your debt."

With this, the discussion begins. The leaders still left outside - Queen Sheeva, Empress Kitana, Baraka, and General Blade (who reacts to Trunks with her usual restraint but is clearly pleased to see him) - are all brought in to say their piece.

A consensus eventually emerges. The timeline as it was had resulted in a great victory for the forces of Good, so they should leave as many events intact as possible. To that end, the manner of Earthrealm's victory in Shao Kahn's invasion remained the same. Crucially, however, the magic which bound the deceased Earthrealmers as revenants changed. When Quan Chi died, they would revert to their human selves with no memory of their time in the Netherrealm.

Outworld, meanwhile, insisted on honoring the promises which were made during the struggle against the resurrected Shao Kahn. The Tarkatans would be destroyed, and the Shokan would retain their dignity and rights.

The crown and the shaping of the sands would be handed over to Raiden. Only those who remained in the chamber would remember what had occurred. Once they were finished, they would return to their rightful places.

As the final agreement is being reached, Cassie makes her way to the back of the chamber where Trunks is waiting. There's a clear look of intent in her eyes - after all, she hasn't really kissed him yet.

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Trunks shook his head, hands up almost pleadingly. "Thank you, but I really just...it was the right thing to do." Still modest, apparently, considering he was blushing again a bit.

Finding a corner of the room out of the main conversations, he pulled off the sword-and-scabbard. Laying it on the ground beside him as he sat, one knee brought up and an arm leaning on it casually. Listening to it all, even if he wasn't understanding much. He smiles when Cassie heads over though, and gets to his feet.

About to speak even, before she's against him and her mouth is against his. Blue eyes widened for a moment, and he blushed hard. But his arms still went around her, holding her just as closely.

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Cassie fully intends to put everything she's got into it and make it a kiss worth waiting three years for. Not that it ever takes much effort at all to make a kiss between them feel special.

After a long while she finally pulls her lips away.

"Mmmm. So worth the wait."

She plants another, shorter kiss on his lips.

"Missed you."

Her hand drifts upward, leaving her fingers to drift through his now-shorter hair.

"Think I could get used to this new haircut, too."

[light_of_willpower]

Oh he can tell. Might even be a bit breathless when she does pull back. One of his hands had come up to cup her nape while they'd kissed. Keeping her close, and hopefully making it clear he'd missed her as well.

"Missed you too Cassie." Before he's nuzzling her nose softly. Affectionately.

"It's actually what my hair was like before it grew out. I just...never bothered to cut it on the train." Tapping a finger against her ponytail, from where his hand was at her nape, he grinned. "Besides, now I get to play with your hair for a change.

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Cassie chuckles softly. "I was hoping you'd like it."

She nuzzles his nose again.

"I've been hoping a lot for the past year."

She raises her eyes to meet his, her expression soft and warm.

"Were you able to get what you hoped for? For your Earth?"

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"For now. That's part of why I'm here." That hand at her nape was moving. Coming around to cup her cheek, thumb caressing her jaw. "I'm not sure when or where the next threat will show up, but they're gone. All of the androids."

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Cassie smiles to hear him say it.

"So you've saved the day. Just like I always knew you would."

She brings her own hand to his cheek and leans forward to kiss him again.

"And now you've got the girl."

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"It's not a fairytale Cass." He was grinning into the kiss as he spoke though. She could likely feel the low chuckle in his chest too.

When they pull away again, he leans his forehead against hers. "Besides, I always kind of thought that was unfair to the girl. She should get a choice too, not be some prize." Definitely not someone who wanted a passive woman.

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"Might just be the Hollywood in me."

She grins as she shuts her eyes, enjoying the feeling of her forehead on his.

"If it makes you feel better, maybe it's my story and you're my happy ending. I did do most of the work getting to this chamber, after all."

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He snorted in amusement, sounding remarkably close to his father of all people. "Why don't we see about getting everyone home then." Nuzzling her nose again before pulling back some. "I am prepared with my own housing if I need it, assuming I can take up part of your back garden."

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Cassie chuckles. "You know there'll be room for you at my place. I'll get it set up for you when we get there."

A voice pipes in from a comfortable-but-not-too-comfortable distance.

"She means 'we'll see.'"

She turns back. "Dad, I've got my own place!"

"Yeah, and do you think it's your soldier's salary that pays for it?"

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Leaning around Cassie slightly, Trunks nods at the elder Mr. Cage. "I did come prepared to not presume anything, Mr. Cage." Before squeezing Cassie once more, then letting go. The pick up his sword and sling the scabbard back over his shoulder and back.

"Besides, I have to get used to your world. Not sure how social I'll be outside of you and your father for a bit."

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"Well, you can relax, loverboy," Johnny says. "I'm just yankin' your chain. Bein' a dad. Lucky for you, you've made a good first impression. You can stay as long as you want."

Cassie finds a distant star she finds particularly interesting to divert her gaze for a moment before looking back at Trunks.

"Honestly, I can't wait to show you around town. I've already got a few places in mind."

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Trunks blushes with the teasing, predictably, and ducks his head slightly. His gloved hand reaches out for Cassie's, and squeezes. "Give me a day or two first, alright?"

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Cassie smiles. "Of course. We've got all the time we need now."

At Home

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Conveniently, there's a big enough garage behind Cassie's pad to hide the time machine. Not that it needs to thanks to capsule technology. Still helps as a place to store birthday presents. Well, birthday presents besides the place itself.

Her parents are there to do whatever moving and settling in they need to do. They'll be having a nice family/"meet the folks" dinner together - already things are being set in motion in the kitchen.

In the meantime, though, they've got a moment, as Cassie sits next to Trunks on the edge of the bed.

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It was a lot to process; new world--similar and yet not. Less advanced in some ways, almost on par in others. And full of so. much. life! Trunks had gawked like a tourist at times, unable to help himself. Feeling very unprepared.

As he'd said, he'd come equipped. Besides updated armor in a new style, he had an upgraded capsule case. Two were empty, as the case held 9 all together. Time machine, small house, motorcycle, mini-fridge, capsule wardrobe and two capsules of training drones. One of which was given to Sonya with an "I trust you, and trust you to know who it's safe to share these with."

He really hadn't needed much, honestly. Her friends and team had questions. He'd answered some, and kept quiet mostly. Private. Very much aware he was a stranger and outsider; it wasn't the first time though. Except these were people whom he hadn't grown up on stories of.

Showered, changed, and now sitting next to Cassie, Trunks took a deep breath. Trying to relax.

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Through it all, Cassie's there to hold his hand, both literally and figuratively. Dinner with the folks is stressful enough even when you're not being introduced to a new universe full of unfamiliar people and things. She smiles at the parts he's impressed by and helps him through the introductions. She'd been especially eager to have him meet Jacqui.

But right now, she's just twining her fingers with his.

"Hell of a busy day," she says quietly.

Then, smiling gently: "At least we didn't have to deal with traffic. The freeways can be parking lots out there."

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"Considering how crowded everything is? I'm not surprised." Trunks said with a small laugh, giving their joined hands a squeeze. "Seriously this place is so full of PEOPLE."

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"That's L.A. for you," Cassie says. "Though really, you should see Tokyo. Makes us look roomy and underpopulated over here."

She squeezes his hand back in turn.

"Luckily we've still got some quiet places."

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"I got more used to 'quiet' again back home. It was a change from the train. Guess I'll have to adjust back now." Musing, thinking aloud.

"Other than a family dinner, what else is on the agenda?" Reaching up, Trunks rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I came prepared for trouble, but didn't expect. I felt your ki up really high though, so figured I'd better go and help."

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"Lucky you ran into me when I was literally fighting an Elder God," Cassie says. "I'm never gonna be easier to sense than that."

Her expression brightens when she decides to turn the subject to plans.

"We'll be hitting ALL the items on the SoCal to-do list - the beach, shopping for new clothes, In-N-Out Burger, flying over movie stars' houses so we can spit on' em..."

She chuckles and leans in to kiss him softly.

"And I may have a surprise or two in mind."

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"I feel like that should worry me more." Trunks murmured against her mouth. Then focused instead on kissing her. Giving a soft little tug to pull her closer, his arms going around her as he turned to her. Focusing on keeping the kiss soft, but also putting all his pent up-longing for 3 years into it.

Truthfully it had been longer, as he'd gone back to the point he'd been pulled from. Helping the past's timeline. Then back to his own where almost nothing had changed except him. The androids had been easy to deal with, on his return. Then it was just a matter of finding Cell, who'd fled Dr. Gero's lab before Trunks could get to it. So he'd lain a trap, based on his knowledge of the alternate version.

All the while, Bulma had been working, using tech he'd brought, to help upgrade the time-machine. She'd been fascinated by his stories. Proud of him, and grinning like a shark as she unveiled her upgrades. "I still need to approve of her, although I'm proud of your boldness." Is what she'd said.

But time travel made it hard to keep track of just how many years it was, between the train and his own shenanigans. He figured he was somewhere around 24 now. Maybe 25? It didn't really matter, did it?

Still, he put all of that longing into the soft kiss, just holding her close.

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"You know you can trust me," Cassie murmurs, just before their lips meet.

Cassie is receiving every bit of the emotion Trunks is pouring into the kiss, and throwing all of her own on top of it. It had been a year of hope, of longing, and swallowing doubt. Of imagining herself exactly where she is right now - and for him, even longer.

And more than that, it was the knowledge underneath it all of what this moment meant - that time and even the vast, uncountable gulf between universes couldn't keep them apart. Everyone knows the old expression: "if it comes back, it's yours."

He came back. He's hers.

And she's going to make damn sure he knows it, and how much she appreciates it.

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He knew. Hearing what she was 'saying' as clearly as if they'd been speaking aloud. Except words weren't always as clear or direct as we might want them.

It is a long time before they break apart. Only enough distance to breathe. Foreheads touching, blue eyes opening to look at her with wonder and love and so much more. "So what now?" Whisper quiet, with a hint of smile.

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"Hmmm...the door is pretty sturdy," she says, a smile creeping across her face. "And it'll be a while before dinner's ready."

Her grin is now Cheshire-wide as she continues to lean forehead-to-forehead against him.

"Maybe we could tide ourselves over?"

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"I see." Trunks murmured, grinning at her. "You only missed me for my body." He was teasing her--and without blushing!

Still, she was pulled further into him, onto him. His mouth seeking hers again. They should have time for a good reunion, with shower and clean-up before dinner.

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"No," Cassie says, continuing to smile even as their lips meet over and over again. "But I have been awfully hungry."

This is just a bit of an understatement, considering she'd been thinking about this moment long enough to have the bed reinforced. As much as she loves their emotional intimacy, and the easy feeling she gets around him, she can't deny how absolutely hot she is for him too.

Really, when there's a room with both a bed and a Trunks in it, there's only one place her mind can go. And it's exactly where their bodies are going.

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It was probably a good thing.

Out of practice, and yet they fell together seamlessly like very little time had passed at all. Soft kisses and touches mixed with fiery passion and want. Equal participants, and as thoughtful to each other as ever. Although it had been in other contexts when he'd said it, Trunks had come prepared.

Neither kept track of the time. Blankets and pillows were askew, clothing dropped or tossed wherever. Laying in each other's arms, curled close, and Trunks idly finger-combing her longer hair. Cuddling while in the blissful high.

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She'd lay here forever if she could. There isn't a single part of him that doesn't feel good to touch. She'd missed this feeling so much - pressing against him, skin to skin. She almost likes it even better than the sex itself. She may, in fact, whisper words to that effect a couple of times during their quiet post-coital cuddling.

After a while, she hums.

"Tempted as I am to go hungry and just have you for dinner, we probably should think about getting up soon."

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"Probably showering too." Trunks murmured, nose buried against her scalp by her forehead and ear. Breathing her in, letting her being there suffuse his senses. "Probably safer if we do so separately."

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Cassie chuckles. "Yeah. We'll have time for more of that later."

Later. It's occurring to her that that's something they have now. Her smile grows wider and warmer as the thought occurs to her.

She is rather reluctant to pull away from him, but eventually she manages it. Military discipline does count for something, after all.

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A low laugh met her words, along with Trunks tilting her head up for another kiss. A very warm and longing kiss, still feeling the high. Reluctant to let her go quite yet.

But when she does pull away from him, he lets her go. Breathing a sigh of contentment, and turning to watch her as she moved. "Any curveballs I should be expecting?"

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Cassie pauses in her voyage toward the bathroom.

"Prepping you for dinner with my parents? I probably should've thought of that."

She raises a finger to her lips, miming being deep in thought.

"Well, I'd say 'Just relax and be yourself,' but that might make you do the opposite and tense up. So my advice is 'Freak out and be really self-conscious about it.' You'll feel so much pressure to feel pressure that you'll end up messing up and having a relaxing meal instead."

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Trunks loved how she moved. In combat or outside of it--she was never not graceful and deadly. Teasing.

"Is that supposed to be reassuring." Asked with a grin, and a little laugh.

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"Kinda," she says. "Did it work?"

She doesn't wait for an answer before leaning across from her current position to get just far enough in reach to kiss him.

"I'm not worried. I know you, and you'll do great with them. Mom liked you enough on the train, right?"

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Trunks was good. He kept from reaching for her; only returning the kiss. Then raking a hand through his mussed hair. "Enough that she dragged me into the kitchen to learn to cook, or would let me help her exhaust herself with a sparring partner."

It would have to do. Honestly Trunks wasn't sure who he could BE but himself.

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"See? That's already more than she's done with everyone else I've ever dated," Cassie says. "That's damn near family levels of trust."

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"Knowing Blade, I believe that statement." Trunks murmured, darting his head briefly to kiss her cheek. "Go shower, Cassie. Unless you really do want me to join you." Okay, maybe he was blushing a bit with that last statement.

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Cassie chuckles as she turns, letting her ponytail swish over her shoulder.

"Careful. You just might talk me into it."

But she's grabbing a towel and heading to the shower even as she says it. Best not to get too ahead of themselves.

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The smile he gave her was sweet, affectionate, just for her. Watching her go, before stretching his arms out as he sat up.

Hopefully she knew she could take as long as she needed. He never took long showers unless they were with her. He also could dry himself well-enough with his ki. Instead, he got up and started picking up their clothes.

Then out came the Capsule Wardrobe as he searched for something that would be appropriate to wear.

[nutkrusher]

Although she certainly won't be rushing when there's a semi-occasion to prepare for, she won't give him too much time either. She's used to showering on Army time, after all, and has learned a few tricks for getting herself looking good quickly for good measure. (Because you've really gotta hustle to stand out when everybody's wearing the same outfit).

Her clothes when she returns are slightly on the higher end of casual. Naturally, she's wearing the hell out of them.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks has managed to find a pair of more casual black slacks that aren't combat pants. Paired with a plain blue tee-shirt it'll have to do, along with his usual boots. Everything but the boots are taken with him, and while he's not military--his shower wasn't long either.

Cassie would sense a quick burst of ki, likely to dry himself. When he does come out, he's smoothing his hair down into something approximating neat. It's the best he can do, and at least he's tucked the shirt in and using a belt. That'll count for something, right?

"Okay, I....think I'm ready."

[nutkrusher]

"Hmm...almost. Do you mind?"

Cassie doesn't wait for an answer as she walks over to the nightstand and quickly grabs her Second Emergency Brush from the drawer.

She'll be on him in a second, steadily brushing his hair and setting his bangs into the best possible place. It won't take her long.

She beams as she sets the brush aside and takes a close look at him.

"There. Perfect."

And then, because she can't resist, she leans in for a kiss.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks blinks, but stayed still. An amused smile came to his face when she proceeded to brush his hair properly. Her kiss was met with a small laugh, before she was kissed in turn. Her hand being sought as he moved to twine their fingers.

He could do this. He'd seen Johnny's movies, and heard Cassie's stories. Sonya and he had worked on the train together and gotten along. She'd even stopped calling him ridiculous nicknames by the end. Mostly.

[nutkrusher]

Trunks can certainly smell the pork roast before they even come out together. It's a sizable one - though whether it's big enough, even Cassie has her doubts.

At any rate, Johnny Cage, dressed in a truly ridiculous chef's hat and apron and still wearing his trademark sunglasses, has just taken it out of the oven.

"Oh, hey, look who's right on time! Hope this is big enough for the two of you - Cass tells me you're some kind of space alien."

[light_of_willpower]

"Sort of. Half-saiyan." Trunks replied. "Although I was born on Earth." Trunks had also clearly been taught his manners, as he helped Cassie to her seat. "From what I've learned, they're basically not too different from humans in some ways, but very different in another. Heightened senses and high metabolisms being one of those differences."

Only taking his own once Cassie was seated, with an affectionate brush of his hand against her shoulder.

[nutkrusher]

Johnny turns his attention to the stovetop, stirring with his spoon.

"Well, not to worry, if it's not enough, we've got the super-secret Carlton family gravy recipe to keep you goin'."

Beat.

"At least, I'm pretty sure I made it right."

Sonya smiles drily at Trunks. "If all else fails there is a pizza place down the road."

"Hey! Are you expressing a lack of confidence in my cooking prowess?"

Cassie chimes in. "No, we just remember the Meatloaf Incident."

"That was three years ago! I've gotten WAY better at not burnin' stuff since then!"

Cassie turns to Trunks and smiles. She hopes the family banter is at least something he can get used to, if he isn't used to it already.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks just stayed quiet, but it was a good quiet. A small smile on his face, as he listened. It felt 'right', so to speak. Yes, he was the outsider, but the mood between them all was the right kind of mood.

"Thank you for cooking, Mr. Cage."

[nutkrusher]

"Hey, don't be giving me all this 'Mr. Cage' stuff right now."

Beat.

"'Cause right now it's CHEF Cage."

Cassie and Sonya both groan chuckle.

[light_of_willpower]

"Thanks for cooking, Chef Cage." Trunks replied, still with an easy smile. "General Blade dragged me into the kitchen on the train to learn how a few times, but I'm still not up for cooking for other people for fun."

[nutkrusher]

"See, this is a young man who respects the craft," Johnny says, as he turns off the stove heat and begins to slice up the roast. "You're earnin' points with me already, Trunks."

Sonya rolls her eyes and snorts before turning her attention to Trunks.

"It's a little funny how these timelines work - you having met me without me having met you. That does sound like something I'd do, though."

[light_of_willpower]

"I'll be honest, I was glad when you stopped with the ridiculous nicknames, General Blade." Trunks replied. "I don't know what Cassie's told you, but I trusted you. I actually have something I would trust only you or Cassie with, brought with me."

[nutkrusher]

Sonya raises an eyebrow. "Really? Well, color me intrigued."

She takes a sip of water.

"Truth be told, we'd love to get our hands on some of the tech you've got. Especially whatever you used to cross universes and get here. Us, the Defense Department, and the rest of the world, probably."

[light_of_willpower]

"I'm not sure that might not involve taking the time Machine apart, which...I'm a little reluctant to see done, thanks all the same." Trunks replied, voice firm. "But I do have a capsule of training drones for you."

[nutkrusher]

"Fair enough," Sonya says. "We certainly owe you more than you owe us. On the off chance that we can help you out with anything technical, the Special Forces have your back."

She smiles.

"And thank you for the gift. I go through a lot of drones - in training and everywhere else."

Johnny now approaches the table, carefully carrying the roast.

"She tried to use one to clean the gutters once."

Cassie smirks. "And only once."

[light_of_willpower]

"Well, these are designed for purely training. Try and keep at least one or two unbroken so you can make more if you need to." Trunks said. "We don't have gutters at home, on most buildings."

[nutkrusher]

"Well, I bet that drone wishes it lived in your world," Johnny says, as he sets the roast down and prepares to begin serving.

"Or at least it would, if it weren't dead."

Cassie pipes in. "Jacqui should be able to reverse-engineer the drones you've provided, though."

Sonya nods. "Yeah, I'll have Specialist Briggs on it as soon as possible. They'll be in good hands."

[light_of_willpower]

"That's part of why I brought the ones I did. They're older models, but we did our best to upgrade what we could. They're like what Father and Goku used to use in the gravity room too, so they can stand up to a lot."

[nutkrusher]

Sonya nods. "We'll definitely be putting them to good use, then."

Meanwhile, Johnny has already begun serving.

"Speaking of putting awesome things to good use, be sure to help yourself to as much as you want. That goes for the gravy and the potatoes, too."

He turns to Trunks specifically.

"Now, I don't know if sayin' grace is a thing in your universe, but we've never been too formal in this household, and most of the gods we've known are kinda jerks anyway."

[light_of_willpower]

Saying grace?

"Um, no usually we just thank the chef for the meal. To appreciate the cooking and the trouble of it." Trunks put his hands together and paused over his food, murmuring a soft "Thank you for the meal." If any of them were familiar with Japanese culture, it could've been distantly related.

Then again, Cassie had likely seen other times when Trunks had done things that might've been influenced by the Japanese, or Chinese.

[nutkrusher]

Sonya chooses to elaborate. "It was always something my side of the family did more than his. Praying over the food, pretty much. Not every culture does it. In fact, I'm pretty sure most of 'em don't. I know a few that sound a bit similar to what you described."

With the plates now filled with meat, and the potatoes and gravy set beside it as well, Johnny scoots into his own seat.

"Not that I don't appreciate the gratitude, but I'd rather start diggin' in, if you don't mind. Let's go to town."

[light_of_willpower]

"Which is why we also keep it short, Mr. Cage." Trunks said with a grin. Before digging in himself. Manners--he never took seconds until everyone had firsts. And never took thirds until everyone had seconds. It did become clear he wasn't joking about a high metabolism, however

[nutkrusher]

Thankfully, the roast came out right. Seasoned well enough, and not burnt. Whether it'll be enough for Trunks is anyone's guess, but he won't need to wait for anybody else to have thirds.

The conversation starts to pick up again once everyone has begun to get some food in them.

Surprisingly, it's Sonya who speaks first.

"So, was it your mother who invented these drones? I've heard she's an inventor."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks had manners at least. It was still a 'light' meal as far as he was used to, but he wouldn't be saying so. It'd be rude.

"It was. She and my grandfather were inventors, especially of the capsule tech we use, among other things."

[nutkrusher]

"It's the reason he was able to pack so light," Cassie says. "He can hold a whole house or a car in a capsule the size of a pill bottle."

Johnny whistles. "Dang, seriously?"

Sonya nods, similarly impressed. "Honestly, as much as the DoD would pay for interdimensional travel, I'm pretty sure Secretary Blake would give his firstborn son for that. I know it'd get rid of about 90% of the supply headaches I've gotta deal with."

[light_of_willpower]

"I can show you if you want. I do have a small house with me, along with the time-machine, a motorcycle, and some supplies." Trunks said with a hint of proud smile. He was proud of his family. "They weren't the only manufacturers, but they were the superior ones. And Mom invented the time machine, too."

[nutkrusher]

"Well, your family must be loaded if they invented all that," Johnny says. "And if they're not, they should be."

Sonya cuts in. "Or at least were, before all that unpleasant business Cassie told us about."

Johnny winces, his expression turning about as apologetic as it ever gets.

"Oh...yeah. That. Well...we don't have to talk about that unless you want to."

[light_of_willpower]

"It's okay." Trunks said, tone soft. "We're rebuilding. First thing I did when I got back to my proper time was take out the androids. Then I took out the other threat we found out about. I'm sure there will be more, so I can't....stay here. But I can help for a while."

An eyebrow raised and he grinned. "Time Machine, after all."

[nutkrusher]

Johnny's smirk returns to him as he looks toward Cassie. "Well, that's one way to make it work, right, Cass?"

Cassie blushes and begins to examine her potatoes a little more closely. "Heh heh..."

Sonya resists the urge to roll her eyes. "Well, you're welcome here any time. Hell, after the showing you made, I've got half a mind to get you on speed dial."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks ducked his head, blushing a bit. But chuckling softly too, mostly in his chest.

"Saiyans were a warrior race, actually. I haven't confirmed that I'm not the only one yet, but I'm the only one I know for certain who has any saiyan blood left."

[nutkrusher]

Sonya nods sympathetically. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Johnny's brow furrows. "That reminds me, actually. Is that the reason behind the whole temporary bleach job thing you wound up doing?"

"'Super Saiyan,' Dad," Cassie says. "I'm pretty sure I brought it up at least once."

[light_of_willpower]

"It is. It's...a thing that happens, when that transformation is unlocked." Trunks replied. "It's not something just any saiyan can do, either." He wasn't bragging, more being informative.

"Like I said, they were a warrior race. Their home planet had ten-times Earth's gravity to start with. They're what you'd consider baseline superhuman compared to a normal human, with heightened senses, a high metabolism, and the ability to use ki more adeptly and easily. They were also enslaved by a galactic emperor to do his dirty work, then wiped out because he was afraid of them."

[nutkrusher]

Johnny's expression turns slightly grim. "Sounds like a couple of assholes we've known."

"Shao Kahn being the big one," Cassie adds. "Think I've told you that story, right, Trunks?"

[light_of_willpower]

"I think you did. The name sounds familiar enough." Trunks replied. "In any event, that galactic emperor no longer exists in my time either. He died before I was born, killed by our greatest hero."

[nutkrusher]

Johnny stops in the middle of lifting his fork to his mouth. "Wait, there's a bigger hero in your universe than you?"

"He's talking about a guy named Goku," Cassie says. "I actually met him on the train, too. Well, the alternate timeline version from where Trunks went back to prevent his death. He was actually even stronger."

"Well, if he wouldn't be alive without Trunks, I still think that puts him one up on this Goku guy."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks ducked his head more, trying hard not to blush. "Goku saved the world more than I ever did, in so many ways." He murmured softly.

[nutkrusher]

Sonya smiles gently at him. "Maybe, but give yourself a little credit. Even what you've done for this world is amazing."

Cassie's own smile matches her mother's. "I keep trying to tell him that. Hopefully it takes one day."

Johnny's expression, meanwhile, is more of a cocky smirk. "It's not too often I'd recommend letting a bit of the Cage ego rub off on someone, but I think I'll make an exception here."

[light_of_willpower]

"It was the right thing to do." Trunks said softly. "I just want to protect everyone."

[nutkrusher]

"Well, you're doing a good job," Sonya says. "We'll always be happy to fight with you."

They let the words hang in the air for a moment in warm silence as they continue to eat.

Naturally, it's Johnny who spoils it.

"Not to change the subject too much, but who's up to go out for some ice cream after we do dishes?"

[light_of_willpower]

"Ice cream is good." Trunks agreed, and unducked his head. "I can help with dishes. It was one of my regular chores on the train, since I was one of those who contributed by having a big appetite."

[nutkrusher]

"If we're going to the one I'm thinking of, you'll definitely like this place," Sonya says. "The portions are huge."

"I love it when you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin', baby."

Cassie rolls her eyes and turns to Trunks with a kind of see-what-I-have-to-deal-with expression.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks was, admittedly, just enjoying how normal this all was. Something he hadn't had in a very long time, except a few times on the train. He was content to sit and listen, and honestly more at ease than he thought he'd be.

When Cassie turned to him, he just reached out to take her hand, and squeeze affectionately.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie smiles back as they hold hands - a smile that grows a little wider as the thought arises of him managing one of the massive ice cream cones the parlor serves.

Yeah, it's been a good night. And it's gonna keep being one.

On the Town

[nutkrusher]

They have a couple of quiet days first - private ones, staying in and ordering in, with only each other to do. In addition to how much catching up to do, it just makes sense for Trunks to get a little rest first.

But today is their day out, and as always, it's a sunny day in Southern California. Cassie, naturally, is dressed for it. Trunks, a little less so - so the first thing they'll be doing is some shopping.

She smiles and turns to him as they enter the center together.

"Not too nervous, I hope?"

Re: On the Town

[light_of_willpower]

"I mean, I'm not..." Trunks started, hands linked as they entered. "I'm not that nervous. It's just still a little overwhelming, to be around so many people."

She really didn't have to buy him clothes--but it was an argument he couldn't win. And Trunks knew it. He'd very much appreciated the quiet days, and in between catching up, he'd asked her for more info on her world. What were the usual customs? How should he act?

Most of all he'd taken solace just laying with her in his arms again.

[nutkrusher]

It had been like the days on the train, where she'd been able to wake up next to him every morning - except better. They had more privacy, more space. And now, more things to see. Which, for a social person, like Cassie, is important.

She holds his hand just a little more firmly.

"Well, you don't have to worry about it. I'm the shopping master, so you won't need to say anything to anybody else unless you feel like it. It'll be just like the shop on Irivar. Only with a lot more money to throw around, and about 700 more years of scientific advancement."

[light_of_willpower]

"So I get to just play 'doll' then?" Trunks raised an eyebrow, with a slow smile. He was teasing her.

[nutkrusher]

"Yup," Cassie says. "Unless you object to me playing dressup with you."

[light_of_willpower]

"I'll let you know when it gets to be too much." With that smile remaining, and another squeeze of their joined hands. "Lead on Cassie."

[nutkrusher]

"Alright, first things first," Cassie says. "We're gonna start with stuff just for casually walking around town in. But good, designer shit for casually walking around town in."

As they enter the first store (which Trunks should be able to tell even despite not knowing the name is quite hip and high-end), a salesperson walks up to greet them - rather less formally than one might expect.

"Cassie Cage! I haven't seen you in a minute! Momma's been keeping you busy, huh?"

"Hi, Eugene," she says, smiling. "Something like that. I'm actually here to buy for him today."

Eugene's focus turns to Trunks, clearly appraising him.

Cassie is quick to keep the conversation moving, however - ready to guide him through.

"Just starting basic, though," she says. "Jeans, crew shirts - the fundamentals."

He nods. "Right this way."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks knows enough to at least recognize how high-end the place is, even if not how hip. He let's Cassie lead him though, and his impression is confirmed when a salesperson walks right up to Cassie. When the man's attention turns to appraise him, Trunks ducks his head a little in shyness.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie knows his waist measurement well enough, and Eugene is experienced and trained enough to be able to eyeball a basic fit on sight, so he'll at least be spared having his measurements taken. (For now, that is).

They're able to pick out a selection rather quickly, and will soon be left to guide Trunks to the fitting room.

"Well, how about we have a look?"

[light_of_willpower]

They just kept bringing him clothes! Which, to be fair, Trunks took with him to the dressing room. Glad when it was indeed a small room, and also that Cassie waited outside. He honestly hadn't been sure if she'd follow or not. Because if she had, she'd have done it just to make him blush, and she does like doing that.

And he was blushing now, damnit. Spying himself in the mirror. A small huff, and he turned, starting to change.

A few different options, coming out each time for approval or opinions; trying hard not to blush each time.

It would be clear that Bulma and Bulla had gotten all the fashion sense in the family. Not that Trunks was as bad as Vegeta, with his always worn armor and spandex. It was more he just...couldn't seem to tell what looked 'well put together' as an outfit.

[nutkrusher]

Thankfully(?), he isn't the judge of that this time. He has two very gracious assistants willing to offer their feedback. This shirt goes well with these jeans, this one doesn't, although maybe it does with this jacket? Okay, no, take it back, try this one.

As he ducks off to change outfits, Eugene's curiosity will occasionally get the better of him. Thankfully, Cassie's got some answers prepared about where they met (the gym) and where he's from (rural Saskatchewan). Hopefully Trunks remembers them too. (More hopefully, he won't ever be asked).

Cassie makes a mental note to reward him for his patience here. She's already telling him he looks great.

[light_of_willpower]

Fortunately, anything that really clashed (like say, with his hair) was tossed out entirely. Soon they had what Trunks considered a more than adequate--almost too big--a pile of clothes. He was quieter, but handled it all patiently.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie is smiling warmly and broadly by the time they're finished. She's honestly proud of him - and naturally pleased with how good he looks in nice clothes.

They'll be taking all of it, of course. Cassie's got a credit card and a movie star dad who's in a good mood right now. There's nothing that can't be acquired with those two things.

[light_of_willpower]

It took longer than he'd have guessed. Although when he thought about it, Trunks knew he shouldn't have been surprised. Just from knowing his mom and his sister, he should've guessed.

Of course, despite the bags--as soon as he can, they were ducking out of sight and he was pulling out one of his spare capsules. Into the storage crate the bags went and then on to the next store. He let Cassie lead the way.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie still hasn't stopped smiling. She slows to pull up side by side with him and peck him on the cheek.

"You did great, babe," she says. "You look great, too. Eugene might have the wrong impression that you're a himbo, though."

Beat.

"Not that there's anything wrong with keeping one of those around."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks was doing his best not to blush. "What's a Himbo?"

[nutkrusher]

"A male bimbo," Cassie says. "Y'know, like a dumb, polite handsome guy who ends up as a trophy for a rich girl. But you're not dumb."

Beat.

"I do find it hard to resist showing you off, though."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks snorted, unsure if he should be insulted or if he cared. "I mean, what did he expect me to talk about with him? Really?"

[nutkrusher]

"I know," Cassie says. "First impressions and all that. He couldn't possibly know what your story is. Or that your mom could probably buy that whole store."

She slows a little as they approach the next shop.

"Speaking of expensive things, I probably won't quite be able to match the suit I got you on the train. But I will go Italian if I can."

[light_of_willpower]

"You really need to talk about this kind of thing with my mom or sister." Trunks said with a hint of sheepish grin. "I mean, what I brought isn't just because we were in desperate straits. "

Giving a little laugh, he squeezed her hand. "Honestly, I'm glad you're having fun playing dress up with me. Not much I have to do except keep from blushing."

[nutkrusher]

"Well, that and look cute," Cassie says. "Not that that's hard for you."

She winks, waiting for the inevitable blush before holding his hand still more tightly.

"I hope I get to meet your mom soon. Your version of her, I mean."

[light_of_willpower]

How could she still do that? Just make him blush so easily. Which he did, and huffed a sigh at her grumpily.

But he squeezed her hand back all the same.

"You will." Trunks promised.

[nutkrusher]

It's either down to talent or Trunks being an easy mark. Cassie would go with a little from column A and a little from column B.

Here they enter the store together. Although Cassie's been known to rock a tux on occasion, she is for obvious reasons not as immediately familiar with the staff here as she had been at the last place.

She is, however, able to flag someone down rather quickly to begin taking his measurements.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks was going to bet a particular weakness to Cassie AND talent, for his continued blushing. Trunks was lead off, over to the mirror by the salesperson so the tailor could start taking measurements. The salesperson came back to Cassie. "What kind of occasion are we shopping for Ms.?"

[nutkrusher]

If Cassie wanted to make him blush even harder, she knows a couple of answers that would do the trick. Instead, she answers more or less truthfully.

"The occasion of wanting something nice to wear. My dad's Johnny Cage, so you don't have to hold back."

[light_of_willpower]

"Of course Ms. Cage. We have some suits that will work for a variety of occasions, like movie premiere red-carpet-casual and more. How many suits would you both be looking for? Any colors we should avoid?" The Salesperson, wearing a very nice suit of his own lead her over towards where the tailor was taking measurements.

Said Tailor, in a suit without the jacket, was slightly starry-eyed while he took measurements. Yes, this was Hollywood--they encountered stars a lot. Perhaps this was a young up and comer? Todd (the tailor) wouldn't mind seeing the young man he was taking measurements for in an action movie.

Trunks was doing his best to not tense up. And to not blush, even though he was clearly uncomfortable.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie nods. "Movie premiere sounds good."

She pauses, making note of the tailor subtly eyeing up Trunks - and giving him a little eye back.

"Or a dinner date. The kind where you want to get photographed at it. We might be going on one of those."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks threw a grateful look her way, although Todd had the grace to look slightly abashed. Just one more measurement, and then Todd was stepping back. "We will still need you to try on a suit or two, to get an idea of fit before tailoring."

The salesman nodded, taking a look at the tailor's notes, went to fetch some product.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie looks at Trunks and continues to smile reassuringly as they bring the product in. Well, partially reassuringly - part of it is that she's looking forward to seeing him in a suit again.

On the bright side, at least Trunks will have a little time alone in the changing room.

[light_of_willpower]

Having some room to breathe was nice. He had at least 3 suits, with 5 different shirts to try on. Two three-piece suits, one suit jacket and slacks. Trunks tried to pick a combination that looked like it went together and changed.

After each outfit, he once more came out to be looked over.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie nods and smiles, offering feedback - most of it positive. She and the salesperson (and to a lesser extent, Trunks himself) eventually reach a consensus on something bluish-grey with a four-figure price tag, with a brand name Trunks surely won't remember if he's not looking at the label.

But soon they'll be leaving the store with the suit wrapped up and, as soon as they're out of sight, packed into capsule storage.

She pulls up shoulder to shoulder with him and turns her head to kiss him on the cheek.

"You did great. You hungry? I know a few places we could get a bite and enjoy the sun."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks blushes a tiny bit at the kiss, but twines their fingers together. "Food sounds good, honestly. At least I don't feel like I'm in danger of embarrassing myself then." He was used to different situations, and still found being around people outside of a battle a bit hard to do. "I really do appreciate this, you know that right?"

[nutkrusher]

Cassie's smile grows softer and warmer, tinged with not a little relief. "Good. I had a feeling you would, but I was also hoping it wasn't a little too much."

She kisses him again.

"Now, let's get to the cafe, shall we? Place I'm thinking of has some killer appetizers to start with."

Cafe

[nutkrusher]

They get a good seat out on the patio - owing mostly to Cassie's quickness in getting there and her way with the waitstaff. The view of the ocean is stunning, with the bright California sun glimmering off the water. But they're well shaded here that there's no glare.

She makes a quick order of a pitcher of light, summery beer and a sizable plate of nachos for appetizers. Then she turns her eyes back at Trunks as the waiter walks away.

"So, I'd say we're off to a good start today."

On and Above the Ocean

[nutkrusher]

Really, the biggest issue is looking for the right place to take off from without causing too big of a scene. They do want privacy, after all. Eventually they settle up to the side of a rocky mole, with only one fisherman within a normal stone's throw.

She winks at Trunks and takes him by the hand, hovering just above the ground as they pull away from the shore.

Cassie winks at the fisherman as they pass by.

"They'll never believe you!"

Re: On and Above the Ocean

[light_of_willpower]

"Cass..." Trunks says, but he's laughing with the scolding. Seems he'd get some use out of his capsule supplies after all. But time away with just Cassie would be nice. Not that he didn't like her father, or Blade (even if it wasn't the General Blade he knew)...

But now that he'd been there a few days he definitely was ready for a break with just Cassie. Hand firmly in hand, fingers twined, he flew beside her. "Got a destination in mind, or are we just exploring?"

[nutkrusher]

"Sure do!"

Cassie reaches into her pocket with her other hand (not letting go of Trunks, of course) to grab her satellite phone.

"There's an island off the coast of Baja due south of here that no one lives on. I've touched down there before, and there's a beach with our name on it."

She smirks.

"And no one else around for at least 50 miles."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks lets himself move closer, so he can bring her hand up and kiss it. "Sounds perfect, Cassie. How fast do you want to get there?" Not that they weren't making good time already...

[nutkrusher]

"Hmmm..."

Cassie smirks and lifts her gaze in mock thought as her hand is kissed.

"I would like to get there fast. But you're faster than I am. You might have to take me in your arms and carry me there."

She flutters her eyes at him, still smirking.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks let out a soft snort, and pulled her closer. Moving one hand under her legs, to shift her into a full and proper carry. "I know you hate being carried." Blue-eyes were sparkling though. "Make sure I can see your watch." He could follow coordinates just fine.

Once she was secure, and he had a view of their intended destination, he went ahead and powered up. It would help confuse anyone who might spot them. Or any technology trying to track them.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie shuts her eyes as he scoops her into his arms, and exhales gently as she feels the familiar tingle she'd first felt when he'd kissed her at the end of that sparring session years ago. It's warm and pleasant, powerful but gentle - not unlike everything else about Trunks.

It won't be a long flight over, but Cassie very much enjoys the seat she'll have for it.

[light_of_willpower]

No, it wouldn't be a long flight, but it was worth it. Not far at all before they're near the island, and Trunks lets himself slow down. He doesn't let himself power-down just yet though. Well aware that Cassie enjoyed him in this state, even if he wasn't in it often outside of battle.

Touching down on the sand, he made no move to let Cassie down yet. "So are we setting up on the beach, or slightly further in?"

[nutkrusher]

She takes the opportunity to kiss him on the cheek once they've landed, then points out a pair of palm trees a few feet inland from the edge of the beach.

"Set me down right there. You're still carrying the capsule I packed, right?"

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks turned his head and kissed her softly. That was the thing about being in Super-saiyan... He was always a little more reckless, more driven by emotions than pure logic. He'd had to learn to think and control that, and he had--but sometimes he let himself give in a bit.

"Can do. And yes." Murmured against her mouth.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie is, of course, aware of his more emotional and impulsive nature in this form. It may be part of the reason she likes it. Though again, the electrifying physical sensation of his lips and mouth would be reason enough by itself.

She lets the taste linger for a little before answering.

"Take it out. I brought a couple things for us."

[light_of_willpower]

Maybe he'll just have to spend some time in this form then for her. Goku had mentioned, on the train, that he'd made himself and Gohan stay transformed to help build up tolerance and control and the energy reserves. No reason Trunks couldn't do the same...

Another kiss, breathing against her mouth, before Trunks needed to focus. So, carrying her to her asked for spot, it's only slightly reluctantly he let her down. Not out of his arms though--just down on the ground. Because his hand went to her chin and pulled her in for one more kiss.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie hums as she leans into the last kiss, nuzzling his nose one last time before finally pulling away. In almost the same motion, her hands go to her own waist as she turns around and begins to pull off her blouse.

"Could you be a doll and grab the sunscreen out of my capsule for me?"

[light_of_willpower]

He smiled at the nuzzle, but was still reluctant to let her go. He did though, and moved a few steps away to pull out his capsule case. Out first came the House capsule, activated and tossed and soon enough they had a basic 3 room house of their own. Next came the storage crates Cassie had packed, and Trunks was pulling out the sunscreen like she'd asked.

Still blonde, too. He'd decided--this would help him, but also make Cassie happy. And he liked making her happy.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie is happy to have him no matter what color his hair is - but she will absolutely appreciate the advantages. In the meantime, she's unhooked her bra, and tossed it back toward the storage crate. (Trunks may need to correct its course a little).

In less than a minute, she's fully disrobed.

She turns her head back and smiles.

"There. Now how's about you lotion me up, babe?"

[light_of_willpower]

He can feel the blush? How is that even possible right now, when she just casually tosses her bra his way. Teal-green eyes widening a bit, and mouth open slightly. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked before...

Something about it still got to him every time though, and he can't help that his cheeks are red as he looks at her shyly. "Are...uh...you planning to put anything on?" Even if he is moving closer so he can help her with the sunscreen.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie lifts a finger to her chin.

"Hmm...ome to think of it, I'm not sure I remembered to bring anything."

She can't keep her smile from creeping up even further.

"Imagine that. Miles away from civilization without a stitch to wear. And not a soul around except the man of my dreams..."

She turns her head toward her shoulder to kiss him, anticipating his approach from behind.

[light_of_willpower]

Bright red though he was, one arm slid around her waist as he kissed back. Before nuzzling her nose, with a hint of smirk and amusement in teal-green eyes. "I'm sure that was your plan all along. Besides, you know if you need to you can just wear my clothes."

[nutkrusher]

"And we can worry about that later anyway."

Cassie kisses him again and reaches back to stroke his ear.

"Right now I need you to start rubbing that lotion in. I'm just about to burn up."

She says those last two words in almost a parody of a seductive whisper. Almost, if it weren't for the fact that she is entirely serious about wanting him to do exactly that.

Plans and Cuddling

[nutkrusher]

The next couple hours pass in a blur of island heat and passion. Touching and grasping, rolling in the sand, with only the spray of the sea to keep them from burning up. Literal sex on the beach - a first for both of them.

After a few more one-more-times Cassie finally lets it spill that she's brought a somewhat more comfortable thing to lie down on. They rise together - still not letting go - as Cassie fetches the hammock, setting it up between the two palms they'd landed by.

She places a hand on his hip and leans into him. They'd be sharing it, coming down together.

"How's about we take a load off, handsome?"