The Last Female Saiyan

Arms of A Stranger

Meira woke up with tears in her eyes. She could tell from the fact that her throat did not feel sore, which meant that whatever tears she had shed in her sleep were silent ones. Her visit to her sisters was fresh in her mind. These kinds of visits were fabled among her race, helping warriors meet their peace with fallen comrades. She had been trying to suppress her emotions so badly that she must have forced her own conscience into meeting sisters in land hereafter. They all seemed content. This made her happy. She thought that she should feel lonely at this point in time, but the prospect of Trunks being her destined mate seemed to soothe her wounds. That did not mean that her tears would stop, She sighed as she felt her pillows stick to her face because of the tears she was shedding. She tried to wipe her tears away, her movement was however restricted by something. She looked down and noticed a strong muscular arm wrapped around her torso. 

"Hm?" the last thing she remembered was walking back up the hill with Trunks... Her face turned red as she realized that she probably passed out. She was embarrassed at the thought of him seeing her in such a weakened state... again...She looked at the arm around her, 

"Surely we are a pair. Showing that amount of weakness to any other Saiyan male would make them lose interest in me very quickly. Then again it could be his genetics..." she thought to herself while looking at his arm. He was very warm which Meira enjoyed, it soothed her aching body. And his scent... she did not want to let her mind linger on its intoxicating smell that haunted her the moment she put on his blazer on the ship. She tried her best to hide that fact, in the odd chance that she was merely enjoying the smell of being in close proximity to a male Saiyan. She had been chosen to be selfish by choosing to not get into that ship with his mother, knowing that the boy would have to carry her, where she could enjoy his scent even more. She smirked at the fact that even her sisters could smell him on her in her dreamscape. Her sisters... she quickly pushed the thought of them and her dream to the back of her mind as she felt a familiar lump form in her throat. She will openly mourn for them once she is no longer the weakest of their race when she can afford to show additional weakness. 

The sun must be high in the sky judging by the amount of light shining through her curtains. She surmised that they must have slept till mid-day. She highly doubted that Bulma did not notice the fact that her son had slept with her in her room, especially since they were still sleeping this late, she could have come into the room already by now. Meira chuckled at the thought of Bulma's reaction. She had slept so deeply, that she did not hear anything, which would usually be alarming and not possible with her, but something told her that it had a lot to do with the arm wrapped around her waist. 

She tried removing his arm but it only gripped her tighter. She could feel him breathing evenly against her back,  he was still asleep. 

"Definitely a fated pair," she whispered to herself. She also noticed how her tail was tightly wrapped around his waist, holding him almost impossibly closer and making her blood turn into lava, as any female Saiyan's would at feeling his morning "state of being," pressed firmly against her backside. She suddenly got the idea to tease him as she craned her neck to see his reaction...what she did not expect was to see blonde hair where his lavender should be...

Meira's full strength suddenly made itself known as she ripped herself from the stranger's grasp. This seemed to wake him up. He growled, to which she replied with a hiss. She stood in a fighting stance as she readied herself to blast him to smithereens, 

"How dare you hold me so intimately," she glared as her power surged through her arms and sparked to life in her hands, 

"I would not have had to do it if you didn't smell like him," the stranger growled back, his deep voice was husky from sleeping. Meira did her best to ignore the tingles that ran up her spine at its sound. Before she could react the stranger was up, with a speed that made the blanket on the bed fly, the curtains sway, and grabbed her wrist, making her blast deteriorate, 

"Calm down," he commanded lowly, as he took her arm and pinned her to the door, realizing that she was not going to back down. Meira looked down having felt the breeze that his movement made, a bit too much. She gasped in shock when saw that she was in her underwear, pieces of what was left of what she wore hung loosely around her should and ankles, 

"What did you do to me?!" she exclaimed in horror, how would she ever explain this to Trunks, the stranger's eyes seemed to lose their intensity which was replaced by... panic?

"W-Well, you see....y-you smelt like my father b-because he changed you while I-I was at work...and I got...angry?" he said with a very family shyness, she looked closer at the man in front of her and tilted her head. That blonde pointy hair was unfamiliar, but those soft, alluring, blue eyes that were looking back at her in worry were unmistakably familiar, 

"Young Prince?" she asked in shock, 

"Meira please, just call me Trunks..." He said still clearly uncomfortable with his title, he felt her stop fighting him, 

"What did you do to your hair?" she looked at him incredulously, 

"My h-" he looked over at the mirror and saw that he was still super Saiyan, he then looked over to Meira, and then her behaviour suddenly made sense to her. He immediately doubled over in laughter. Meira blushed in embarrassment, 

"You thought someone else had somehow snuck into your room to sleep with you?" He watched how her blush deepened, and laughed even harder, 

"Sh-Shut-up," She glared, while crossing her arms, watching the prince laugh, 

"Meira, I would never allow someone else to come near your room while you are asleep, that I can promise you," He said, still chuckling, but his voice held a certain amount of seriousness, that made the heat on Meira's face travel down her body. Not that he would know, but guarding someone while they are asleep was just another thing that Saiyan who are close do for each other instinctively. The way that he would not let anyone anywhere near her sleeping quarters meant something far more intimate that she did not want to think about while she stood before him in her underwear, 

"I didn't do anything to my hair," Trunks said, once his laughter simmered down to a chuckle, he then powered down. Meira watched as the blonde hair turned purple once again, he flexed his, massaged his now tense shoulder muscles, 

"I finally calmed down enough to turn back," Trunks said with a sigh, 

"YOU WERE SLEEPING IN YOUR SUPER SAIYAN FORM?!"