"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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Date: 2021-07-17 04:57 pm (UTC)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.