Standard Chibi Tenshi Disclaimer: I do not own any of the SM or DB characters, although owning Trunks would make me the happiest girl!

Author’s Notes: Minna-chan! I am spoiling all of you too much! All these stories in just a span of days. I’m almost as bad as D-chan now, though really, no one can beat her! *grin* Anyway, from the reviewers who have read His Touch (if you haven’t read it yet, please do since the story won’t make as much sense), here is my story on what happens to Usagi and Trunks. The story just flew from my hands. It’s probably not too fast-paced, although I’d like to think I keep enough excitement in it. Please do review! I’d like to know what you think, and what ideas you may have for my other pairings. I probably won’t do the Usagi/Heero story since well… I have what, one big on-going story about them and another little one on them already! Again, italics indicate thoughts. Without further due, the story!

Quick Dedication: This one’s for D-chan, who’s been so awesome and supportive of me! Thanks for everything :)

Warning: Massive amounts of sap and romance ahead!

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His Touch – Usagi and Trunks’ Story

Shrieks of laughter and exhilaration could be heard all throughout Juuban as Trunks and Usagi flew through the skies. Usagi had never experienced anything as wonderful as this in her life. Being wrapped up in the arms of the most handsome man she had ever seen, seeing the clouds, and the feel of the wind whipping through her hair was indescribable. He turned to face her, and she blushed slightly, having been caught staring at him. He smiled gently at her, at this wonderful woman who was in his arms. Looking ahead, he brought them down to a nearby park bench. They both sat down on the bench, as her hair tumbled in marvelous disarray, or so he thought at least. Her blue eyes were sparkling, her cheeks were rosy, and her lips looked so kissable at the moment. Now it was his turn to blush. Usagi faced him suddenly and took his hands in hers.

"That was amazing, Trunks! I’ve never experienced anything as wonderful as that." She said sincerely. Suddenly, a look of confusion crossed her face. "In all the insanity that has passed by, it never once occurred to me how you can do this! How can you fly?"

How to explain this one to a human? Trunks thought to himself. This was going to be difficult.

"Well, in my world, I’m half Saiyajin, half human."

"What’s a Saiyajin?"

Okay, this was going even worse.

"Well, that’s like trying to explain what a human is. Saiyajin is a particular race of beings if you will. We possess unusual powers, and being able to fly is one of them." He was particularly proud of himself for coming up with that explanation as a smug look crossed his face.

Usagi seemed to consider that idea.

"Of course, it would explain. It would be narrow-minded of me to assume that all beings are confined to our rules and laws of science on this Earth. A different world, different rules. It makes sense." She giggled suddenly.

A smile touched his lips. Her laughter had such a powerful effect on him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Me," she replied delightedly. "If you knew me when I was younger, you would’ve known what an odango atama I used to be. Hair-brained, silly, klutzy…"

"But absolutely adorable right?" Shut up shut up Trunks!! He blushed. Where was this stuff coming from?

She blushed most enchantingly, the shade of red that she was turning easily rivaling his.

"I was just thinking how much I sound like Ami at this point."

"Ami?" His curiousity piqued. He wanted to find out as much as he could about this woman who could arouse such powerful feelings and emotions in him, sensations that he could not recall ever having.

"One of my really good friends. There are four of them. Ami’s on her way to becoming a doctor. She’s the smartest out of all of us. She’s intelligent, gentle, and beautiful. Actually, all my friends are beautiful. There’s also Rei, who is a priestess. She’s the one I used to bicker with all the time while growing up. She has a fiery temper, but she means well. Minako, who everyone swears looks like me, is fun-loving, lively, and she’s an actress and singer all in one. Makoto is my defender and protector. She makes sure I stay out of trouble." Usagi giggled as countless of memories washed through her. "She’s kind and gentle, even though she can easily beat up most boys. She’s also the best cook in the world. Her restaurant’s going to open in a week actually."

Trunks did not miss the note of affection that crept in her voice as she talked about her friends. Good friends… he had them once. But then, they were all gone. They all left him. He knew logically that they didn’t choose to leave him, but he still felt so abandoned at moments. Usagi was such a gentle and kind-hearted person. It would make sense that she would have such good friends surrounding her. How could any sane person turn away from such warmth and light? At that moment, both their stomachs growled. They both blushed simultaneously.

"Guess it’s been a long day huh?" She grinned, patting her stomach.

Oh dear God… his appetite was legendary, being half Saiyajin. The amount of energy he expended while fighting needed to be replenished, which explained his appetite. But now, he was going to look like such a pig in front of this girl.

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Trunks watched in amazement as Usagi ate her meals with a speed that almost rivaled his. She looked up and grinned at him.

"There are some things I can’t help. I eat a lot, ne?"

"And I thought I ate a lot."

"Well, you ate 10 bowls of rice, 3 plates of chicken, 5 plates of vegetables, and 5 plates of noodles, and …"

"Hey, you’re not that far behind, Usa-chan." Okay, really now. I have to stop with that runaway mouth of mine.. Usa-chan?! I just met her for God’s sake.

Both of them blushed simultaneously. Makoto walked in on the scene and smiled in delight.

"You know, you two are going to drain my food supply before I even open up for business." She commented wryly. She was thrilled that one of her best friends had finally found someone. She had never told Usagi what she really thought of Mamoru. Makoto had never thought their relationship was right. Yes, she knew that there was that initial spark of attraction that flared between them, but there was always something off about the whole relationship. Now, looking at Usagi and Trunks together, there was something so cute about the two of them, like how each of them would glance at the other when they thought the other person wasn’t looking. They both blushed easily, and goodness, they even ate like each other. Though Usagi was the kindest person Makoto knew, Makoto also knew that Usagi had the loneliest soul. She knew that Usagi longed to be with someone who would be there for her always, and Mamoru had not done that for her. Somehow, she knew Trunks would be different. Plus, he was sooooo kawaii, she thought to herself. She could not wait till Minako and the rest of the girls saw this one!

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Trunks looked at the tall girl who stood protectively by Usagi’s side when they had first entered the restaurant. Her long brown hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, and her green eyes flashed fire and promised dire consequences if he ever hurt Usagi. If he weren’t half Saiyajin, he’d be afraid for his life. His lips twisting wryly, he now understood what Usagi had meant when she had said Makoto was her protector. Her eyes had quickly assessed him, almost sizing him up, calculating how long it would take to pound him to the ground.

"Mako-chan!" Usagi had called out, smiling delightedly at her friend, as Makoto smiled in return, though her eyes never left his face. "I’d like you to meet a new friend of mine."

Usagi had come by his side and taken his hand in hers. He still couldn’t get used to how a simple touch from her could make him feel. As a warrior, he thrived on anger and instincts to survive. In this world, it seemed as if things were different.

"This is Trunks. This is one of my very best friends, Kino Makoto." Usagi had introduced, blissfully unaware of the tension between the two.

Makoto had stuck her hand out, and he had gripped her hand. Makoto tried to squeeze his hand with all her might, as if warning him of what she would do to him if he hurt Usagi. He simply raised an eyebrow and decided to use a bit of the power that flowed through him. Eyes widening, she had winced slightly and Trunks looked at her straight in the eyes. What she saw in his eyes had seemed to satisfy her. She had nodded almost imperceptibly, and Trunks knew that from that moment on, he was all right in her books.

Glancing over at Usagi with a knowing look, Makoto spoke up.

"I know that this isn’t just a casual visit. What’s up?"

Usagi had merely batted her baby blues innocently, in a move that Trunks found absolutely adorable. "Mako-chan, you know you’re one of my most favourite people in the whole wide world. Why can’t I just come to visit you?"

Makoto had laughed. "If I didn’t own a restaurant, and if I didn’t know you, I’d almost believe you. I’d ask you what you want on the menu, but you’d just say the whole menu." Ignoring Usagi’s protests, she had paused, and looked straight at Trunks. "And what would you like?"

Trunks had looked at Usagi strangely, doubting that a girl that slim could eat as much as Makoto had hinted. Taking a deep breath, and apologizing to his stomach, he had said, "I’ll just have what she’s having." Now he would have to find a way to feed himself while Usagi was not around so he wouldn’t embarrass himself.

Makoto had let out a deep sigh, muttering something about bankruptcy before she even started under her breath, and left for the kitchen. There had been no empty space left on the table once the parade of food had arrived. An odd gleam had appeared in Usagi’s eyes and she had looked from the food to his face and back again. Imagine to his surprise as the girl began to devour the food with a speed that he thought only Saiyajins possessed. He narrowed his eyes and began eating himself. The hell with impressing the girl. He had to eat while there was still food left on the table.

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"How did you meet anyway?" Makoto asked curiously, drawing Trunks from his thoughts. His eyes flew immediately to Usagi. Her eyes widened and he could almost see her brain attempting to churn out a reasonable answer.

"Well, … err… it’s a funny story really." She gulped. "Actually, his dad’s an old friend of the family and we haven’t seen each other since we were kids," she continued in a rush.

"That’s not a funny story," Makoto said, her eyes looking at Usagi suspiciously and then glaring at Trunks.

"Uhhh well, that’s not the funny part. I meant… Trunks!" She exclaimed. "Why don’t you tell the story?"

Trunks felt his stomach fall to the ground. He glared at Usagi, well, as close as glaring at her as he could. Glaring at this woman was something he couldn’t really do. With a look that promised revenge, he attempted to lie.

"Well, see… I was walking through the park today, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, this girl appears out of nowhere. She trips over this rock, crashes into me, causing us both to fall into the lake. Then, as we both stood up in the lake, absolutely drenched, this bird decides to land on Usagi’s head."

Makoto’s eyes twinkled as she chuckled. "It sounds like something Usagi would do." Her eyes narrowed suddenly. "But why aren’t you two soaking wet?"

"I haven’t finished the story yet. So anyway, Usagi’s trying to bat this bird off her head, and she’s causing this massive scene. This couple happened to be walking by and decided to record Usagi’s uhh… dance moves in the water. As she’s trying to chase after the bird, she accidentally crashes into the garbage can. Let’s just say she ended up in the garbage can. I had thought she looked kind of familiar but when this all happened to me, it occurred to me. She was the same trouble-making kid I had known as a child. So out of the kindness of my heart, I picked her out of the garbage can, and escorted her back to her place. When she realised who I was, we made plans to meet up. And here we are." He finished the story, noting Usagi’s glare at him. She certainly had none of his qualms about giving him a death look.

Makoto laughed heartily. "You’re good. I like you." She said and winked at him. Usagi was now glaring at Makoto. He grinned to himself. Usagi is jealous. GOOD.

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"Uhhh… girl talk!" Usagi announced as she somehow managed to drag Makoto away.

"Mako-chan, NO!" She hissed.

"Why not? Is he yours?" Makoto teased as she watched Usagi blush. Her face suddenly grew serious. "He’s different, isn’t he?" She asked softly.

Usagi nodded. "He makes me feel so… alive. I mean, I’ve only known him for such a short time, but already it’s different from what Mamoru and I had."

"He’s no Mamoru, that’s for sure." Makoto said, grinning wickedly. Usagi giggled and nodded in agreement. "You know I never told you this, but I never thought Mamoru was right for you." Usagi let out a soft gasp and looked at one of her best friends. "Me neither. Me neither."

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Trunks grumbled as the girls took off for their "girl talk". He could hear everything they were saying. He tried so hard to be gentlemanly but he couldn’t help being Saiyajin. He covered his ears, and started chanting out loud. He didn’t know how much time had passed before he felt someone poking at him. His eyes flew open and saw Usagi staring at him. Oh great, now she’s going to think I’m crazy.

"Trunks, what on earth are you doing?"

"A secret ritual?" He offered hopefully.

"You’ll tell me later," she warned. Turning around, Usagi gave Makoto a big hug.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Don’t worry about it. What’s money between friends?"

"Mako-chan…"

"Hey, I said don’t worry about it. And as for you Trunks, I’ll see you around."

He nodded at Makoto and as he and Usagi were about to leave the restaurant, Makoto called out, "And learn to lie better next time!"

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Usagi was now really careful about having private conversations with any of her girlfriends when he was around. Trunks chuckled in memory of that first day. He had settled in nicely in this world. He had started teaching martial arts to begin with but he found that he wasn’t able to adapt to the strange fighting techniques employed on this Earth. They didn’t even know what ki was for heaven’s sake, he snorted. So he had gone towards teaching sword fighting. That he could handle at least, though they forced him to use this cheap plastic sword. The sword he loved so much lay in a case in the bedroom. For some reason, they would not let him use the sword he had originally shown up with, strapped behind his back. All right, so I cut up a few things, he thought derisively. They had been frightened initially but his skill had amazed them so much that they had offered him the position immediately. Money is a good thing, he thought. Especially for what I need to do in the future.

He stretched out on the couch, and reached for the remote control to turn off the television. He was currently living in Usagi’s apartment, and though her father didn’t much like him, he had a feeling that Kenji wouldn’t approve of any boys who went near his baby girl. Wandering around the apartment, he waited for Usagi to get back from her first day at work. She had just gotten a job as a journalist for the local paper. He was so proud of her. She was smart, beautiful, and his. What had he done to deserve someone as amazing as her? He was happy here, he truly was, but the blood of the Saiyajin still ran deep in him. He missed fighting with an intensity that amazed him. It wasn’t the killing that he missed. He wanted to be able to spar, to fully use his battle instincts and skill. He wasn’t able to do that in this world. There weren’t too many humans who could take him on. He sighed softly.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed in awareness. It was Usagi. Something was wrong.

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Unable to control himself, he flew right out of the apartment and into the park nearby. He tried to calm himself down, but feelings of panic and anxiety were striking him full force. As he hovered over a cluster of trees, he heard Usagi’s voice loud and clear. And another voice. A male one.

"Look Mamoru! I told you, I’m with someone else now. This has got to stop! Leave me alone, I beg you please!"

He remembered how Usagi had been looking a bit pale and not quite herself the past few weeks. When he tried to ask her, she had merely laughed and brushed his concerns aside. He knew something was wrong, but he knew that she would tell him in due time.

"Never! I thought giving you some time away from me would make you realise how much you needed me. You little fool. You don’t understand how important this is to me. You have no idea of what you will do to the future if you and I don’t end up together. You have to!" His voice had risen dramatically. Suddenly, Usagi’s shrieks pierced through the park.

His blood was filled with rage pounding through him. With a sudden yell, he turned Super Saiyajin.

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He descended from the skies, heading directly for Mamoru’s throat. His eyes quickly took note that Usagi was currently on the ground, holding her cheek. The deep red imprint stood out vividly in his mind. Flying straight for a tree, he heard the satisfying thud of Mamoru’s body as it connected with the trunk. Mamoru reached behind him and pulled out a cane, attempting to attack him with it. Trunks smirked at his actions. He let Mamoru’s neck go, and he plummeted to the ground, landing rather painfully, Trunks noted with satisfaction. He floated down towards the ground, not too far away from where Mamoru was. Trunks crossed his arm in front of his chest, sneering at him.

"What now, stick boy? It’s so easy to hurt someone weaker than you, isn’t it? I should know. I’m beating you, aren’t I?" He taunted.

Mamoru pulled himself up painfully and glared at the newcomer. Who the hell was he? The stranger was just a few inches shorter than he was, and he had blond hair that stuck up at every angle. He wore a blank tank top, black pants, and matching boots. Beneath the tank top, his arms were heavily muscled, and the way he was glaring, Mamoru actually feared for his life. But he couldn’t stop now. He was so close to weakening Usagi. She had to be his. She simply had to be. Was it worth his life? You bet. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a rose. The sneer on the stranger’s face transformed into a laugh. Let him laugh, Mamoru thought to himself. He hasn’t seen what I’m capable of yet.

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Trunks laughed heartily. Of all the things he anticipated, pulling out a rose was definitely not one of them. With a speed that astonished him, Mamoru threw the rose at him. Trunks leapt into the air, looking down at him. Mamoru merely looked up at him with an evil grin. The rose suddenly exploded in a flurry of petals.

"Nani?!" He yelled out, wincing slightly as a few of the petals attached themselves to his leg. The beautiful blood red petals began to disintegrate, turning almost acidic in nature as it began to burn. Actually, it was less the burning than the weird sensation that spread through his body, feeling like his energy was being drained. He fell to the ground hard.

"Nooooo!" Usagi screamed. She scrambled to her feet, making her way to where the stranger was. As she got closer, her eyes began to tear. The poor man, he only wanted to help her. In the back of her mind, she wondered if this was one of Trunks’ friends. She didn’t know of anyone else who could fly on Earth. She might’ve even thought it was her boyfriend if his hair hadn’t been blond, and his eyes a glazed shade of green. When she reached him, she put out her hand to try to help him. The stranger only let out a groan and rolled away from her.

"Get away. You’ll get hurt." He moaned in pain, silently furious at himself for miscalculating his enemy so badly. He had encountered all sorts of villains in his life, but never had he met someone who used a power so unusual. Mamoru didn’t even have a power level to be read, for God’s sake. Because he had underestimated his enemy, his power was being drained from him. He felt himself power down, back to his normal self. He heard Usagi’s soft gasp as she realised who he was.

"Trunks, no!!!" She cried out, her heart in her voice. She moved over to where he was and put her around him, ignoring his protests. She cradled his body in her lap, her hand smoothing his lavender hair from his face. Staring into the blue eyes she loved so much, she started talking. "Don’t leave me, Trunks. You can’t leave me." Big, fat droplets of tears left her eyes and began trailing down her cheeks. "I can’t live without you. Please," she begged tearfully.

"I once promised you that I would never let anything happened to you," he croaked out. "I’m sorry I have to break that promise."

"No no no! Don’t talk like that. You’ll be all right."

To the surprise of the two men, her body was suddenly bathed in a silver glow. Trunks felt the warmth of the light entering his body and it felt so much like Usagi’s ki. He could almost believe that his body was being healed, but he chalked it up to wishful thinking. A million things flashed through his mind as he thought about dying. His mother wouldn’t know about his death. And Usa-chan… he knew she would be devastated. He realised that what they shared was so special, and so unique that this was their once-in-a-lifetime love that so many people longed for, but never had. He thought about how strong she was, and silently prayed that she would have the strength to get over this. He felt a splash on his body, and his heart ached for the pain he was causing the woman he loved. Then, he realised that he had never told her that. Suddenly, she was yanked away from him.

Mamoru let out a snarl as he pulled Usagi towards him. He recognized the glow that had come from her body. All his work was about to be destroyed by this man. He didn’t understand how he changed from being a blond to lavender, but at this point, he couldn’t care less. That man, Trunks, had seriously underestimated him. And for that, he would pay with his life. Usagi screamed next to him, and Mamoru spun her around and shook her hard. Glaring at her with deadened deep blue eyes, he said in a cold voice, "I’ll warn you only once, Usagi. You scream again, and I can’t guarantee I won’t hurt you."

She became quiet, only glaring at him with hate-filled eyes.

"I stayed with you for two years. Two years out of my life, wasted on a girl like you. Waiting, hoping that you would remember something about our past. But it’s almost as if you were born with a clean slate in this life. You don’t know of what our powers can do, and what the future holds. I’ve seen the future. We will be king and queen. I thought that maybe if you had some time away from me, you would come to your senses. Instead, you wind up with another man. And I’ll be damned if I let some purple-haired freak take my kingdom away from me."

"You’re doing all this for some supposed kingdom that we’re going to rule?" Usagi shrieked. "You BAKA!!"

Pulling back his fist, he punched her. She cried out in pain as she tumbled onto the ground. She held her hand towards her swollen cheek as she spat some blood out.

A sudden cry of rage startled the two. A blaze of light swept through the park as an explosion shook the ground, making Mamoru to lose his balance and fall as well. The wave of energy that followed afterwards caused Usagi and Mamoru to be swept along its path. Usagi gasped in shock when she finally came to a stop.

A crater the size of the lake had appeared where Trunks was. Trunks stood there, his hair having turned from the lavender she loved so much to that shade of blond. It had grown even longer if that was possible. It stuck up in all sorts of angles. Somewhat resembling a porcupine, Usagi thought inappropriately and almost giggled. Her face grew serious as she realised that his power levels had increased dramatically, much higher than when she had thought he was a stranger. His rage could be felt, even from where she lay. He stared right at Mamoru, and said with deadly calm, "You will pay."

With a series of hand movements, he began powering up.

"Burning…"

From her viewpoint, she knew Mamoru would not survive.

"Attack!!"

An energy blast exploded from his hands and sped towards where Mamoru lay watching in open-mouthed horror. Mamoru closed his eyes, and silently damned himself for underestimating his enemy. Then, he felt nothing at all.

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Trunks quickly made his way over to where Usagi lay and cradled her into his arms. His eyes were that strange shade of green again as Usagi stared at him mutely. His touch was gentle, in contrast to what he had just done to Mamoru. Usagi reverted her gaze to where Mamoru’s body would’ve been. His body had simply disintegrated under the strength of Trunks’ attack. She didn’t know what to make of it all. Trunks began to speak quietly.

"I know you’re not used to killing, but in my world, I’m a warrior. In battle, I kill. I don’t kill out of sport or for thrills. I take someone’s life only if I know my own is in danger…"

She looked up suddenly at him and smiled. "Iie Trunks, I know that. Mamoru would’ve killed you. I could not have born that…" Her voice broke off painfully. He returned her smile gratefully and tightened his arms around her.

"I am surprised at just how powerful you are though," she commented thoughtfully. "And how you look with blond hair." She grinned mischievously.

He blushed, and powered down.

"Much better," she observed as she reached up to touch the face she loved so much.

"Are you okay? That idiot didn’t hurt you too badly, did he?" His eyes darkened, taking in the bruise that marred her beautiful skin, as his arms tightened involuntarily around her.

She shook her head. "Nothing a few days rest and some ointment won’t take care of. I will be okay, I promise you."

"When I saw what that jerk was doing to you, I lost it. I couldn’t imagine life without you. You… you mean so much to me." Trunks’ voice broke off as he silently berated himself. Say it, damnit. Say it! Tell her how you feel, you baka. A voice in his head screamed, sounding suspiciously like his mother. Why can’t I say it? Why can’t I tell her how much she means to me? It’s just three little words, damnit. Three words, not very hard. Just say it! His breath caught in his throat as he saw her eyes look at him hopefully, expectantly. He had been raised to fight, to survive on instinct and not emotions. But she saved you from loneliness, the voice called out. A gentle smile touched her lips, her eyes conveying promises and happiness. His heart did a funny little dance as he realised something. With her, his heart would be safe. "I love you, Usa-chan."

Her eyes watered most becomingly, and as she pulled his face closer to her own, she whispered, "I love you too, Trunks." Their lips met in a kiss that was gentle despite its ferocity. They both felt the power of their love for each other sweep through them. It was a love that would last for all time.

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"TRUNKS!!" Usagi cried out in exasperation. "I’ll be all right, okay?? Look, I’m just going shopping with the girls, and then I’m returning. There are five of us, nothing bad will happen. I promise you." As much as she loved him, Trunks had been driving her crazy with his over-protectiveness the past few days. Her glare softened, knowing that he blamed himself for what happened even though the thought had never even occurred to her. Walking over to him, she put her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest.

"Stop blaming yourself Trunks. I certainly don’t. You saved me that day, remember?"

He wrapped his arms around her, and rested his chin on top of her head.

"But if I hadn’t had gotten there in time…"

She tilted her head to look at him as he loosened his hold on her.

"No what ifs Trunks. You’re going to drive yourself crazy if you think that way. You came there in time, because you sensed my ki. You knew I was in trouble. Who else could’ve done that for me? No one but you could’ve saved me."

His eyes widened as he realised the truth in what she was saying.

"I never thought of it that way."

She smiled gently at him. "I know that. You were just scared of losing me, that’s all. I’m not leaving you. Ever. Get that through your head, Trunks."

He grinned at her. "Oh darn…"

She growled in mock outrage. "I should just…"

"Oh be quiet and let me kiss you already." (AN: yes please! ^ - ^ )

The silence that greeted the room continued for quite some time. Finally pulling away, she gasped as she noticed the time.

"The girls are going to kill me!" Usagi exclaimed, her eyes narrowing as she observed Trunks’ smirk. "I’ll get you later."

"Looking forward to it," he grinned as she dashed through the door with a speed that made him raise his eyebrow.

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"USAGI!!! I can’t believe you’re late again!" Rei grumbled as Usagi arrived 15 minutes late. "You better have a good explanation for this one."

Usagi merely blushed as Minako and Makoto grinned at her.

"Methinks somebody got distracted by her boyfriend, ne?" Minako teased.

Usagi turned even redder, if that were possible. "I take that as a yes?" Makoto winked.

"Come on guys, leave her alone." Ami called out. "Besides, she’s going to tell me all the details."

"AMI!!" They chorused before bursting into giggles.

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"Wait till Trunks sees you in that dress!" Minako squealed, referring to their sixth-month anniversary the next day. Usagi and Trunks had made dinner plans at a quiet restaurant to celebrate.

"He won’t be able to take his eyes off you," Rei laughed.

"As opposed to his usual self," Ami added dryly, causing eyes to fly at her. "What? What?"

"I swear, I can’t get used to how you’ve changed so much." Usagi remarked.

"Me neither," Makoto agreed.

"What? Just because it took me longer to realise there’s life outside of school…"

The other girls broke out in laughter.

"Could it have something to do with this new man you’re seeing, Ami?" Minako teased.

Ami blushed furiously and quickly changed the subject.

"Speaking of, what we are all dying to know is if Trunks is going to ask you to marry him any time soon."

Now it was Usagi’s turn to blush. If she hadn’t had lowered her gaze to the ground, she would’ve noticed the twinkle in the girls’ eyes.

"I don’t know. We’re happy where we are now, and we love each other. We’re just taking it one day at a time." She said simply.

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Usagi readjusted the curls in her hair for the umpteenth time that day, or so it seemed. Her silvery blond hair were piled up in curls on top of her head. Tiny tendrils that escaped the confines of the pins caressed her neck. She wore a shimmering spaghetti-strap dress that clung to her figure wonderfully. She had taken special care with her make-up tonight, and her fingers shook as she toyed with the silver locket around her neck. Where in the world was Trunks???? She screamed silently. They had made reservations for 6:30 p.m. and it was almost six now and he hadn’t even gotten home yet. A part of her was worried for him, even though the thought was absurd. He was probably the most powerful man that existed in her world at the moment, and she was worried that he would get into physical danger. But even as she knew that, she couldn’t help herself. The doorbell rang suddenly, causing her to jump. For a brief moment, she thought it was Trunks but he had keys to the apartment.

Walking over to the door, she opened it and her breath caught in her throat. (AN: Okay, I know… normally I would make her look through the peephole first but hey, it would ruin the moment)

Trunks stood in front of her, looking more handsome than before. She had grown accustomed to seeing him in his black tank top, and baggy pants. Tonight, he was dressed in a black dress shirt she had never seen before, dress pants, and black shoes. It should’ve looked slightly morbid, but to her, he looked wonderful. (AN: Me too!) Pulling his hand from behind him, he produced a bouquet of white roses.

"How did you know?" She whispered.

"I have my sources," he grinned.

"Why did you ring the doorbell?" She asked.

"In all the months we’ve dated, we’ve never really gone out on a ‘date’. I asked the girls for some help in this area. This was what they advised." His eyes fell on her and softened with love. "You look absolutely beautiful." She blushed prettily and took the roses from him. After putting it in the vase, she turned around to find him standing near her, offering his arm. "Shall we?" Usagi swore that if she could’ve melted at that moment, she would’ve.

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The meal was perfect. Everything was perfect, Usagi sighed happily. They had managed to control the amount of food they ate. They had determined a long time ago that eating out given their appetites would be astronomical in cost. She knew that they probably clean out the fridge when they got home later that night. Thank God I stocked up the fridge today, she thought to herself. Trunks reached out and held her hand in his own, squeezing gently. The gentle smile that spread her face always made his heart turn over. With his other hand, he produced a little black box. Usagi let out a soft gasp.

"Trunks! I thought we agreed not to get each other anything for this anniversary," she chided.

He got up and began walking to her side. "That’s right, but this isn’t for our anniversary. This is for something else all together." He let go of her hand briefly as he opened the box, and got on one knee in front of her.

Tears welled up in Usagi’s eyes as she realised what was happening.

"Will you marry me? Make me the happiest man across all time?" He asked simply. He held his breath as he awaited her answer.

"Yes, yes yes!" She yelled as she flung herself at him, causing the two of them to fall over. The breath he had been holding was knocked out of him as they landed on the ground. Of all the responses he had been anticipating, this was not one of them. He had a smile that threatened to break his face. She said yes. She said yes. Usagi rained kisses all over his face. He chuckled softly as he tightened his arms around her.

"Usa-chan, not that I mind, but we are in a public restaurant."

Usagi stopped herself in shock and a giggle escaped her lips. She looked up to see the whole entire restaurant look at them. Thank God they had chosen a quiet restaurant, she thought to herself. The restaurant exploded in applause for the couple as they got up, blushes suffusing their faces. Had they turned around at that moment, they would’ve seen the four women in the window giving each other high fives.

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The wedding was small, quiet and simple. Ikuko had been teary-eyed, weeping with happiness for her daughter. Kenji, once he had finished blustering and yelling at Trunks, had settled down nicely and was currently swiping an arm across his face, muttering gruffly about dust in his eye. Ami, Minako, Makoto, and Rei all stood as Usagi’s bridesmaids since Usagi could not bring herself to choose only one. As for Trunks, Shingo wound up as his groom. As the priest pronounced them man and wife, Usagi and Trunks kissed each other with a passion that left no doubt in the minds of anyone present that this was one of those forever after kind of loves.

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As Usagi chatted happily, surrounded by family and friends, she noticed really quickly that her husband had gone missing for quite some time. A few moments later, Trunks walked back, his expression one of shock, and an older woman stood right by him smiling, headed straight for her.

"Usa-chan, I’d like you to meet my kaasan."

"Bulma-sama…" She whispered, unable to believe her eyes. All of a sudden, she knew that Setsuna must’ve had a hand in this. Sending a silent thank you, her face broke into a smile, knowing how much this meant to her husband.

"It would please me if you would just call me kaasan as well."

As the two women hugged, Trunks felt as if his heart would overflow with happiness. The music started to play as Bulma looked upon her son fondly, and her daughter-in-law, who brought so much joy and love to her son.

"Come on, it’s your first dance as a married couple," she prodded them. "I’ll still be around."

Usagi went to his arms willingly, their expressions of bliss causing the people around them to smile delightedly. They danced together, in perfect rhythm, with eyes that never left each other’s faces. Their faces grew closer as they kissed each other with such passion and love that they caused eight women to sigh.

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"Wow, Mommy and Daddy’s wedding is so perfect. Baasan even got to be there too," A little girl with lavender hair tied back in two odangoes and bright blue eyes observed from the Time Gates. "Yes it is," Setsuna agreed. "It certainly is."

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That’s it! That’s the end. *sniff* Don’t complain to me about the mush and sap factor. I warned you already! *grin* Anyway, I tried to wrap up the story as best as I can. Gomen nasai to all you Mamoru fans out there. I didn’t start out the story with the intent to kill him. He just became such a jerk that I had to. *giggles* I know I didn’t really write too much about what Mamoru meant and the silver light that surrounded them, but this fic was a focus on their love. And anyway, it leaves room for a sequel of some sort, ne? (Don’t count on that one for a LONG while) So what did you think? Like it? Hate it? Do tell! I love to hear from my reviewers too! Thank you to everyone who reads and reviews. I cannot stress enough that this is what keeps fan fic writers going. If you review, it lets me know that my fic affected you enough to want to say something about it. *smiles* And yeah, after this recent surge, I just want to warn you not to expect anything for a little bit. I’m really brain dead, and UD is temporarily put on hiatus (until I can figure out how to reintegrate the whole entire story). So I leave you with…

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