The Foreign Transfer

Chapter 10

You sat on the edge of the king sized bed and watched Trunks. Dinner had been wonderful, and even more so by being hand fed by your boyfriend. That he was so attentive and observant was quite heartwarming. He began to pace back and forth, as if thinking very hard on something.

Finally, he frowned at you tensely. "Mai," he said in Japanese, "she used to be my girlfriend."

(Mai? What about her? Did he say the word girlfriend?)

It dawned on you. Your heart raced. "Mai was your girlfriend?"

"Yes. Girlfriend."

(Oh..but...she lives at Capsule! What if—)

You fidgeted, plucking at the cover. Mai stayed at capsule. They used to date. What if they'd slept together? What if he still loved her? What if Mai still loved him?

Trunks watched your expression carefully before he came to the bed and sat down, and took your hand in his. "Yin is my girlfriend. Don't worry about Mai, alright? All I see is...you."

(I wish I knew what he said.)

Your eyes filled with tears. "Yes. Um, I'm fine. I understand, Trunks...let's forget it for now. We're going to study together, right?"

When Trunks quirked his brow in confusion, you pulled out one of the Japanese study materials and pointed to it. He nodded. "Uh, yeah. Let's study."

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Trunks did his best to help Yin learn a few things. He started with basic things, like asking for directions, but even that was too advanced. He ended their study session feeling rather badly; he wasn't a proper teacher.

"Thank you for the help." Yin said in Japanese. She smiled, "did I say it correctly?"

(She did a good job. Maybe I'm not as bad as I think.)

"Yeah. Good girl," he smirked, and gave her knuckles a peck. When her cheeks darkened attractively, Trunks' pulse raced.

(We're alone in her room. I'd better...)

He stood. "I think that's enough for tonight. Try to sleep, okay? I'll uh, I'll be on guard for anything suspicious. And...well, that's it. Goodnight, Yin."

She tossed aside the books and hopped up, throwing her arms around him. He breathed in Yin's wonderful smell. "Goodnight, Trunks." She said in Japanese.

Their embrace was too short for his liking. Yin tucked hair behind her ear and shyly bit her lip, "can I give you a goodnight kiss?"

Even though he didn't know her language well, Trunks knew that she was asking something bold. His face grew hot.

Yin took his silence as a yes and brushed her lips against his. They were perfect, not demanding him, but  gently offering pleasure. He responded right away and placed his hand at her low back, needing to be closer.

His senses began to fade into desire. She was his and they were alone, nobody to disturb them. Trunks could keep her to himself forever, never letting her leave his side.

She parted her lips and lightly pressed her tongue into his mouth, its warmth and slippery texture chasing away any lingering hesitation he had.

Trunks tilted her back and caressed her hip meat, liking how soft she was. Yin made a noise and fluttered her eyes open to gaze at him in a daze.

(I never want to let her go. She's mine...)

He growled and grabbed her to him tightly, trying not to show his true strength. He had enough power to do with her as he pleased, but she'd hate him. Hate saiyans. Trunks couldn't stand the thought of her fearing him, either.