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Trunks eyes drifted over to his girlfriend Rhuda. She was wearing a short skirt, and one could see a lot of her shapely tan legs. His eyes ventured up and memorized the outline of her stomach muscles, toned but not bulky, like that of a ballet dance or other toning exercise. She gave him a nervous smile and his neck got hot.

"A movie? Yes--okay--let's, let's go, then." Rhuda agreed.

"Sure."

They walked to the elevator and he pressed the button for B2. It was a long drop down into Capsule Industries, where the main functions like the LAB and technology center for experiments and testing lay underground, safe from most destruction. Trunks glanced over to Rhuda, back to the elevator door, and back to Rhuda.

This was the part where he said something, started a conversation.

"You uh...you look great, by the way." He said.

"T-Thank you!! I mean...t-thank you. Y-You too."

How he wanted to just pin her to the wall right then and there. It would be strange to do that, though, and probably give her the wrong impression of him. And it was critical that this date went well because he needed Chisato to see how different he was to other guys.

Instead he watched her brown tail wag at the tip in pleasure. She liked being complimented by him, he realized. "That pelt, I'm guessing Broly loaned it to you?" He asked to make conversation again.

"Mhm. Oh, I guess I can take it off now."

She undid the tie and slid it off.

Trunks immediately saw why Broly had given it to her. Rhudas' breasts were not held up by a bra, but by gravity, and their beautiful shape drew him in. He coughed. "M-Maybe you should wear it. A-After all, it's colder down in the basement."

"Oh...okay, then."

Sadly she put it back on. He noticed she didn't really want to wear it, and added, "But..well, there's blankets and other..uhm...things. Down there. In the basement, that is."

God. He was being lame.

Like a lifeline the door opened to the correct floor and they stepped out.

He directed her to the double doors marked, "Theater" and opened it with his special key card. After swiping it the door dinged and opened. He waited while she went in, followed, and locked up behind them.

It was dark.

But the automatic lights turned on and washed everything in fluorescent lighting.

Rhuda looked around in amazement. She saw the long rows of DVDS, the plush furniture, and the monstrous size screen at the back of the room. "This is...amazing, Trunks..." she whispered in awe.

"Yeah, well, you know my mother. She likes having parties."

Rhuda hesitantly looked over at him. Her mind was going wild with things, like being completely alone with Trunks in the dark. Her hands began to sweat. She made a move to the DVDs, glancing at the numerous titles just to have something else to focus on. "T-There's so m-many DVDs..."

"Yeahhh...well, mother kind of bought every one, ever. She didn't want to chance not having someone's favorite."

"I see." Rhuda stood rooted to the spot. She wanted to move, really, but was keenly aware of the beautiful, half inhuman creature named Trunks behind her.

"Chisato? Are you...okay?" He asked.

"Fine! I'm fine!"

Trunks stepped over and put both hands on her shoulders. He gently said, "If you don't want to do this, tell me. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

He was talking but Rhuda couldn't hear it for her heart palpitating like she'd drank three monster energy drinks in a row. She watched his mouth move and replied, "I'm...okay. J-Just a little...n-nervous."

That's when he took her hand and put it on his chest. With a little grin Trunks asked, "Feel that?"

She did. His heart was racing, like hers.

There was also the indentation of thick muscles of his chest, and she couldn't help but 'feel' that too and ponder how how he looked shirtless.

A strange giggle escaped her lips. They both chuckled at each others nervousness, and Trunks looked to the DVDs. "...As you can see, I'm pretty wired too. Let's go ahead and pick a movie. If that's okay with you. No pressure."

They both began to look over the DVDs. There were too many, really, but when Trunks suggested they first pick a genre, Rhuda was at a loss. "I...never really watched TV much," she confessed. "...We were poor. So..the only television I remember was what played in town square."

"You didn't have a set at home?" He asked, curious.

Of course Trunks had TV from birth. He knew poor people didn't, really, but had never encountered someone who hadn't. He'd need to tread lightly or risk offending her, and that would ruin any chance of them staying together.

"Well, yes, but I wasn't supposed to watch anything. Because the electricity would grow higher, you see." Rhuda smiled sadly. "I...probably sound really lame."

"Not at all! I don't think that, Chisato. I'm actually just surprised. But," he pulled a DVD from the tall shelf, "that just means you and I have a lot we can watch."

He handed her the DVD. It's spine read, 'The Dead Zone' and she turned it over to read the back.

[Humans are on the brink of extinction. The only ones left are on the run from the aliens taking over West City. When a group of rag-tag mobsters ban together and fight back, is it enough to destroy the invaders? Or will they all be sent to the Dead Zone?]

Rhuda nodded. "I-it seems interesting. Have you...watched it before?"

Trunks smiled. "Yeah. You could say apocalypse movies are my specialty."

She listened as Trunks began to ramble on about different movies he's seen, and where they were shot at, and who was the director. Rhuda couldn't comprehend all the information but was amazed that he recalled everything with such vivid detail.

"There's also a few good zombie flicks," he told her.

Rhuda broke in with, "Y-You like zombie films?"

"Well, I don't know about like, but they're bloody." He looked away self consciously. "Sorry. I'm probably boring you huh."

"Eh? No, no..I..I learned something new about Trunks." She smiled. "All of those movies sound good to me."

She watched him rub his neck. When he lifted his ducked head she saw he wore a timid smile. "...Ah ha...yeah. That's me. Secret...movie buff."

How cute, Rhuda thought. She giggled and gave him the DVD. "Well, I'm ready whenever you are."

"R-Right. Uh, do you want some popcorn? Drinks? We've got it all, so go crazy."

"Ano...what about pretzels?"

She likes pretzels, Trunks thought. He added that to his 'things his girlfriend likes' list and wondered what else she liked. Maybe salty chicken, or rib eye steak.

"Of course. What kind of theater doesn't?" He left her with a smile and disappeared to a room beside the double doors. She heard rummaging and some beeping noises before he came back with an oversized pretzel inside a paper napkin. "Here. Uh, for you."

"Thank you!"

"Y-You can go ahead and sit anywhere you want. I'll get this DVD going."

Rhuda obeyed and looked around. There were rows of plush furniture in different bright colors. On those plush couches and lazy chairs were fluffy pillows and throw covers. She walked to the front and looked up at the screen.

As Chisato, she had never been to a theater, not even during school events. While her classmates had done such things, she wasn't allowed to participate. Her father was never home to sign the permission papers, and Chisato didn't know proper kanji to forge his signature.

Now she had the chance of a lifetime. The Briefs' theater was larger than any she'd saw, and had too many options. It should have been criminal.

I'm really dating this kind of guy, she thought in a daze.

The theater grew dark.

She quickly realized that a seat at the front was a horrible move, as it was hard for her to see the entire screen. Thus she moved to the middle of the rows and settled on a couch with three seating compartments.

Trunks came down and sat beside her just as the screen started to play opening credits.

"It's loud," Rhuda practically yelled.

"Yeah! Sorry!" Trunks yelled back.

Both laughed, eyeing each other in the darkness. Rhuda lingered on his exposed muscle tone, the light bouncing from his pointed nose, how his hair looked silver.

Trunks could feel how he was being watched. He paid it no mind, but it did make a nervous knot in his stomach. Hurriedly he used his wrist watch and selected Capsule Security, 'Theater', and adjusted the sound volume lower. It was still booming but at least it didn't make his body vibrate any longer.

"Better?" He asked.

"Yes."

They weren't quite touching. Rhuda noticed and wanted to scoot on over but didn't dare make such a move. She pretended to watch the screen as the opening began and saw movement from the corner of her eyes. It was Trunks' mouth, lip synching the actors lines perfectly.

"Ano...you've watched this many times?" She asked him.

"This is my third time." He smiled and scratched his cheek, "I uh, remember things easily."

I'm doing it again, Trunks thought, such a bad habit. I'm so used to watching alone that it didn't occur to me but it's probably weird to see that.

How amazing, Rhuda thought. She could barely remember what she ate for dinner.

"Is that normal for you?" She asked curiously.

"Yeah. Well, you see who my mother is..." he smiled nervously. "I-Is that...annoying? It probably is, huh. I'll stop."

"Eh? No, not at all! I'm just very very impressed." She reiterated.

He quickly looked back to the screen. "I-It's nothing, really."

Both fell silent as action began. The mobsters were finding one another and forming a plan to take down the aliens, and Rhuda lost her thoughts as she become zoned into the film.

Trunks, seeing that his girlfriend was enjoying the movie, scooted and slowly put his arm around her shoulder. "The best part is coming up soon."

Rhuda tried to watch the movie. While her eyes were glued to the screen, every fiber in her body was tuned to the heavy arm around her neck, how warm and nicely scented it was, and it took her quite a few minutes to relax into his side.

The movie progressed until reaching it's climax. Rhuda, though enjoying the movie, had a desire to connect to her newly acquired boyfriend. She went into her [MENU] and checked their Relationship status and saw that it was filled to 10 with Red Hearts. Somehow she had managed to woo Trunks Brief without doing much of anything.

"Ano, Trunks..." she began timidly, "...am I your first girlfriend?"

"Ah ha, well yeah--but I mean, I've been on dates before. Kinda had to, so mother would get off my back." Trunks sighed a little like it was upsetting and added, "They were always something I dreaded. Since I'm the next President of Capsule she's been after me to find someone to marry."

How many girls has he brought here? She immediately wondered. It rose another thought, where they better looking? More talkative? Less awkward? Her thoughts began a giant mess of self consciousness.

"I see." Rhuda pouted a bit and asked one of her more burning questions, "Am I...a-as pretty as t-they were?"

"..."

Trunks turned from the screen where mobsters were yelling and firing guns at the invaders and gave her a good long looking. He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. "...The prettiest."

She expected to feel relieved by that, but it only reminded Rhuda that she was, in fact, not the girl Trunks thought she was. "...That's...because I'm in her body. Y-You probably wouldn't say that if you knew the real me."

The blue of his eyes narrowed and he squeezed her hand in his. "You're forgetting that I do know the real you. Whatever you looked like before doesn't matter to me, Chisato."

"B-But it does to me! Y-You're too...too good for me."

"Ch-chisato..." He pulled her to his lap so she couldn't duck away from him. "Don't tell me, you had warts?"

"N-No..."

"Then, three eyes?"

"T-Trunks..."

He smiled and ran his thumb across her red cheeks. "Listen. I knew Rhuda for a year, ever since Goku wished for Broly and you to come here. But I never once wanted to date her, or even thought about it. The only reason I changed my mind is because of who's inside her body now. There's a beautiful, kind soul who took over---and I can't stop thinking about her."

"Uuu...i-if you keep talking to me like that I'll really, really...fall for Trunks." Rhuda rubbed her red eyes as her lips trembled. "...Nobody has ever said that to me."

"I care because this girl, this one..." he pecked her forehead, "...is mine to care for. Whatever happens between us, you should remember that you're more than a pretty face, Chisato."

"T-Trunks..."

He wasn't expecting her to kiss him. But when she pressed her lips to his he almost melted down to the bone. Such sweet, tender affection he drank in.

The movie was ending. Trunks ignored it and rove his hands up her exposed side, one claiming her lower back, the other finding a nice spot in the middle. He could feel that if they kept this up, he'd do something she might not be ready for. He pulled away.

"Nnn....Trunks, your eyes..." Rhuda said, and then touched his hair which was beginning to rise and turn blonde. "Are you upset?"

"No." He smirked, spreading her thighs farther apart over his legs. "...Although, I am fighting."

"F-fighting?" She whispered, looking from his eyes to his lips. Rhuda touched his cheek, his brow, and ran her hand up into his bangs. His spine shivered.

"Yeah. I'm fighting super hard right now, actually." He admitted.

Her innocence didn't pick up on his words. Trunks ran his palms up her thighs, stroking the soft flesh, and kissed her roughly as he dared.

"Ngn~" Was her sweet whimper.

Without thinking his right hand wade underneath her skirt and felt that 'something' was missing.

S-She's not wearing anything--he thought frantically.

His pelvis throbbed. All it would take was him to unzip his pants, and he'd be unleashed. Trunks pressed her to him tightly and her breasts mashed against his chest. Oh, how he wanted to do more.

She whimpered in his mouth.

Sweet, sweet torture.

Trunks lowered his hand beneath the backside of her skirt. Her ass cheeks were so soft, so juicy that he grabbed one cheek in his hand and rose it.

"Hmmp~!"

Rhuda fell into his chest, and as she did so his finger ventured between those two cheeks and brushed the outer vulva. When she didn't protest his index finger rubbed between, around her clit and hinted it upwards.

Warm wet heat slathered his finger. Her body shivered.

So wet. God, how I just want to--

But he stopped himself short. The reason was because his finger had entered her cervix two inches inside. Slippery, slimy, and a thin membrane barred his entrance.

A virgin, like him. That would make their first time even more important. He couldn't take that from her on their second date, at a whim. It was a decision they both needed to make together.

"T-Trunks," she begged.

"Chisato...you should know that I'm serious about you...and...I want to show you that." He growled out.

Not to mention he noticed how incredibly tiny she was down there. If they chose to do 'that', Trunks could seriously hurt her without meaning to. With how he felt there would be no way he could remain gentle.

"I understand...But Trunks...I feel so odd...." she confessed. "I've never felt this way...ha...ha.."

"M-me, too. L-listen to me Chisato--we need to wait. Do you think you can do that for me?" He asked hoarsely.

"Ah...yes..."

"...Good girl."

She kissed him with such longing his dick almost sprang out of his pants, only held back by a fabric prison. Trunks groaned and mustered the nerve to end things before it progressed.

"Let's...get you home." He suggested.

"Y-Yes."