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One Week Later

"Wah...!"

Rhuda rolled out of bed half asleep, sore from her 'training' with Trunks, and picked up her crying son from his crib. It was the middle of the night and she flicked the bedside lamp on. She held him soothingly, popping her milk filled breast into his mouth. That's when she screamed out in pain.

"Kyaa!"

The scream was followed with a jerk. Something sharp had pierced into her breast, and she knew there had to be blood there.

"Chisato!" Shouted her husband, whom had started awake as fast as he could. Trunks grabbed her to him and looked around the room, trying to sense Ki.

"I'm fine. It's just...Kolard, he bit me."

Trunks looked down and saw blood oozing from her left breast, right into Kolards mouth. Indeed, he had bitten his mother. "Oh...man. Are you okay?"

"Mhm. It took me by surprise is all. He must have cut a tooth through."

"Yeah."

The bedroom door burst open, and a boxers only Gohan ran to Rhuda. "Chisato!"

"G-Gohan.." Rhuda moved her hair to hide her bosom, though it was a bit late. "I-I'm okay. Kolard cut his first tooth."

"O-Oh. Phew." Gohan rubbed his wild hair and then his eyes widened. "W-Wait! H-He bit you!"

"Eh...? What is it?"

Trunks and Gohan shared an expression. "...He's her son, though...maybe it wouldn't do anything. Not like us," said Trunks with a pale face.

"Let's hope you're right." Gohan replied.

Rhuda looked between them, shifting Kolard to her other breast only to be nipped again. She ignored the pain and kept nursing. Even if it hurt, she would simply give it her best, and leave it at that. It was already too late to prevent anything, anyway. Her 'mates' seemed to agree and Gohan bid them goodnight.

*

"Something smells great," Gohan said the next morning.

Trunks was at the dining room table working on a save game watch for Rhuda, seeing as it had been quite some time since the game had been saved. It was part of his preventative nature to think ahead, and also his concern about Game Masters next move.

While he was doing that, Rhuda was cooking spicy crab cakes for Zamasu. One, two, three batches she had made in an effort to create the most tasty ones for the picky Kai. Because of that, the counters were filled with the food. She dipped her hand into the mixture and formed another ball with it before plopping it into the hot skillet.

"They're spicy crab cakes," she told Gohan.

He leaned over all the food and inhaled it. "For Zamasu, is that right?"

"Yes. It's a thank you gift for the help he gave me with my wedding vows. Ano...do you mind trying a bite of it?"

"Sure. Don't mind if I do." Gohan bit into the nearest one and gave her a thumbs up. After he swallowed it he said, "They're great, Chisato. He'll love them."

"Where's mine?" Came Trunks voice.

"Coming!" Rhuda grabbed one and ran off to her husband, pushing it between his parted teeth. He munched into it and nodded. "I'm going to need more of those."

"T-Take as many as you'd like, dear."

(So we're using pet names?')

'I've always wanted to call you dear. May I, every now and then?'

"Yeah. Of course." Trunks beamed a smile at his gorgeous wife and stood. "I'll take you to Conton when you're ready."

"T-Thank you."

She finished preparing the food for Zamasu and neatly placed them into a heart shaped tin container, wrapping it with ribbon, and suggested the remainders be saved for Videl after work. Gohan placed the food into the fridge and said, "Videl will be tired when she gets home. Having food ready and waiting will perk her up, I'm sure. Oh, are you going to be getting Pan today?"

"Mhm! I will."

"I appreciate it." Gohan gave his 'mate' a deep looking, one full of adoration, until Trunks snatched her wrist and pulled her out of the kitchen. He only let go when they were within their bedroom, pressing her into the shut door.

"...Let's have a little fun before we go..." Trunks said, smirking.

He began trailing kisses to her neckline possessively.

'Ahn...Trunks wants to have sex, in the day?'

"Is that a problem? I'll be very gentle." He coaxed, squeezing her hips.

"I-If Trunks wants to, yes. Ano...you wouldn't happen to be wanting to because of Gohan, right?" She asked.

"Actually...when you were bending over earlier...I couldn't help but get excited. My wife is too innocent, wearing a short skirt around me."

The two newlyweds enjoyed each others company.

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Conton City - Time Nest

Shallot hadn't saw Rhuda for a whole week. It felt more like a lifetime. Despite keeping himself busy running to and from the real world and game world, nothing could ease his depression at having lost all hope of being with the girl. Even Bra and her clingyness did nothing to suffice his desires, so when Rhuda emerged into the Time Nest with Trunks, Shallot closed the distance and offered to escort her to the Time Academy.

"Thank you, Shallot." Rhuda said.

Trunks made a grunt and told them he'd been around later, after checking in the Supreme Kai of Time and the Vault. He then told Shallot to save the game. "...I've got a hunch game master will rear his evil head soon," Trunks told them.

"Alright, done," Shallot said.

No sooner had Shallot gotten alone time with Rhuda just outside the portal, Rhuda was squished to oblivion in his thick chest. It had been entirely too long since he'd got to hold her like that, he thought, and enjoyed the sensation of her breasts. The only thing missing was her tail, but Shallot knew it was only a matter of time and it would regrow, unless she had Bulma singe it.

Shallot wrinkled his nose. "Tch. You reek of him."

"Please...don't squeeze me so hard, Shallot." Rhuda said, wincing. "I've very sore today."

"Huh? Sore? Why?"

"Ano...t-training with Trunks..."

"..."

Those words had followed a deep flush to her face, and Shallot knew it wasn't just a simple sparring match. He eyed her hotly, "Oi! You shouldn't let him be so rough!"

"I--I can't help it." came her tiny reply, cheeks beet red. "Isn't it normal to be sore?"

"Not really, noodles. Jeez...you're so clueless. He's just manhandling you isn't he? Grr...I need to have a talk with him." Shallot replied, glaring at the portal. "It's bad enough you're frickin married. Now I have to worry that he's hurting you during sex, too? Man..."

"S-Shallot shouldn't worry. Trunks is very kind to me--"

"--Oh yeah?" Shallot asked, hugging her to him.

She winced again.

"Kind my ass! C'mere, you clueless idiot."

Thus Rhuda was drug off to the bamboo forest, where Shallot hoisted her into the lake. "Calm down," he said as she shrieked, "I'm just checking you over. And washing that god awful smell away."

"S-Stop it, Shiroui!"

"Oh, so when I'm in trouble you say my real name," He smirked.

Rhuda thrashed but didn't want to upset her dearest friend, so she quieted into him and let him inspect her for damage. She stood in the water freezing, wondering just what in the world was making Shallot so obsessive. Only when she was down to bra and panties did he quit his tirade.

"Like I thought!" He shouted, pointing to her hips, wrists and shoulders. "You're bruised head to toe! Dammit! I oughta go kick his--"

"--No! Please don't fight him. It's not his fault. You see, I m-move around a lot, b-because it's very ano...large, and...so...h-he has to keep me from hurting myself. Also he already healed me this morning and can't do it again just yet."

"What the hell?" Shallot flicked water at her face angrily, "That makes no sense! So what if he's packing? Doesn't mean you have to be held down like some rabid animal!"

"S-Shallot, please...you're...humiliating me."

"Aww jeez...I'm sorry, alright? Quiet crying already."

*

Zamasu looked up from his reading when Rhuda warped into the Time Academy. It had been quite awhile since she'd been there, and he'd gotten rid of the bunk beds to make room for book cases and more potted plants. As he noticed her approach, a bad odor followed: Trunks and Shallot.

"...Your smell is offensive to my nose." He said, shutting his book and standing.

He gave her a good looking; she appeared tired and out of sorts, with worry and confliction clouding her normally upbeat expression At his words she flinched. "Everyone has been saying that to me. Is it really so awful? I--I only smell like my husband..."

"Indeed it is awful. But aside from that, what brings you here? Not another favor I hope."

"I--I made them for you. These." She lifted a heart shaped tin, "Spicy crab cakes. Just like you wanted."

"..."

"..."

"...Let me guess. You had no idea what I wrote down on that paper, did you?"

"Not at all...so I asked Reimu and Marisa, and they told me. I-I did my best. Please, accept them!"

Zamasu shut his gray eyes.

'Those future warriors clearly have a preference. Not telling her the truth, how irksome. I'll need to inform her myself, then.'

He took the tin and opened it. A fish smell rose to his nostrils. As a Kai, he didn't need to eat to live, but only to satiate a desire for food. So it was with a lackluster emotion that made him shove one into his mouth and chew it.

'These are quite good, I suppose. A fitting gift for a deity. I need to show my appreciation.'

After swallowing it he waved his hand, "They'll pass. I should thank you for making them. As a token of that appreciation, I'll tell you what was truly on that paper."

"Eh? You mean it wasn't spicy crab cakes?" She bowed, "I'm so sorry! I made these wrongly!"

"Come closer, mortal."

Hesitantly she walked nearer until standing just before him. Zamasu held his hand out and she took it, where he then planted a kiss to the backside. "...Tell me, what would you do if a God where to fancy you?"

"Ano...I don't know what you mean, Lord Zamasu."

She looked at their held hands and into his misty eyes. A deep rosy hue came to her tan cheeks.

"I'm referring to the act of a God such as myself taking a liking to one specific mortal, despite their ignorance and ill breeding."

"Then...somewhere out there, is a Kai who likes a mortal? Ano...more than a friend?" She asked with a cute head tilt.

"Indeed." He slowly and carefully wrapped his arm around her waist, tilting her chin up with his smooth hand. "That Kai is me. And that mortal is you, Chisato."

"....!"

She began to quiver in his arms, looking from one eye to the other in alarm. "Lord Zamasu...? Is this t-true?"

"Show your appreciation."

"Ano...b-but you know that I'm married," was her pitiful response.

He shook his head, potara earrings swaying, and let his hand slide up and down her side. "Marriage to a mortal is fleeting. Surely you know this. But a God such as myself will have eternal devotion, even if it is frowned upon."

"W-What does that mean?"

"I wrote 'eternal devotion' on that paper. That is what I want..."

His lips brushed hers softly, almost like a whisper from the wind. Easily he dipped her down, holding her to him gracefully, as if the move had been practiced a thousand times. She released a meek cry of surprise but didn't shove him away, to which he was grateful. He'd been imagining what touching her would be like, and now that he had, Zamasu knew it wasn't enough.

If Gowasu saw him, Zamasu would surely be cast aside from his role, yet he didn't care in the least. He had a new place to belong, by this girls side.

His tongue tasted her mouth and found it pleasant. Zamasu didn't let her go until he could smell her desire for him, in which case he leaned away.

"Haa...haa...Lord Zamasu...!" She cried his name tearfully, "You c-can't like me this way! Y-You're a Kai...!"

"I know what I am. What's done is done. There is no use in pretending that I'm one to follow the rules. It would seem that even in this place, I don't truly fit in."

"...I...see. Then, I thank you for the...consideration. But...I can't be with you in that way..."

He sighed. "Yes, I'm well aware of your faults. Such as a stringent attachment to Trunks Briefs and Son Gohan. I was merely telling you what I wrote onto the paper. One day...I will get what I desire."

"W-What do you mean?"

"There will come a time when you will be needing my services. When that happens, I will be the one victorious."

"Lord Zamasu..." Rhuda bowed her head, "Then, no matter what happens...please take care of me."

"I-Idiot! Get out of here before I defile your body, girl."

*

"Lord Zamasu likes me," Rhuda told Shallot, whom was waiting outside the Academy. She said the words in a daze, being fondled by someone so elegant and beautiful like Zamasu had never once entered her mind. It had seemed impossible; just how had she gotten that close to him?

"Tch! Figures."

"H-He even kissed me...! What should I do, Shallot? T-Things are becoming so complicated."

"How the hell should I know? It's your fault for not having a backbone." He said, shoving her shoulder, forgetting momentarily there was bruise. When she winced he growled and wrapped his tail around her middle. "...Just look at you! First Trunks, now Gohan and even Zamasu! If you don't stand up for yourself soon, you're going to be torn apart by the wolves!"

"B-But Shallot...I can't bear to hurt Zamasus' feelings."

"Dammit...."

From his pocket Shallot pulled a sensu bean, one of six he kept equipped, and popped it into her mouth. "Take this already! And if I see even one more bruise I'm going to teach Trunks a lesson. Do you hear me?"

She ate the bean and nodded. "Thank you...Shiroui...you've always been so kind to me. I'm very grateful to have someone like you."

"Oi, quiet friend zoning me! I get it. Jeez...I'm really the only one you speak your mind to aren't I? Tch."

Shallot embraced Rhuda tightly, as if she were a comforting object and he a crying child. "If you weren't married I'd show you right now, right here I could give you way more pleasure than he ever could!"

"Ahn! S-Stop! I--I don't want this!" She said, looking away as he began an attack of kisses.

"See? Was that so hard? You told me off just fine! Screw being nice, Chisato."

"I--I'll try..."

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The time to pick Pan up came. Rhuda did so, happy to have something to do other than fret about making a baby. Pan was happy to see her and kept saying she wanted to train together, and an absentminded Rhuda agreed to do so very soon. She then came home, and Videl followed a few hours later, and the two women prepared a large dinner for three saiyan males.

Kolard was taken care of in that time, of course, and Rhuda had just finished feeding him again, despite the new teeth when Gohan pecked on the door. "Hey, Chisa? You okay in there?"

Rhuda wiped her eyes. "Y-Yes!"

He came in and sat beside her, knowing full well she wasn't fine at all. Gohan pat her back, "Hey...it will be okay. Things will work out."

"Hic...but Gohan...Zamasu said I'm going to be with him in the future, and even kissed me! And...Shallot said I should have more of a backbone, too! I feel like---I'm drowning in everything!"

"..."

Gohan gave her comfort as best he could as she began to unveil her worries unto him. "The future isn't set in stone, you know? And as for the rest, that will settle down too. I...know that he's been hurting you. I mean, I can't help but know that. But...he's doing his best not to. Shallot doesn't know everything. He only sees the bruises and worries. The main thing is if you're okay with that."

"I..."

"What do you want, Chisa? Ask yourself that."

"Ano...but I don't know what I want. As long as it's Trunks, I don't mind being hurt. It's just...I want to be with him not just to make Tie."

They continued talking until Videl told them dinner was done. Rhuda ate with her family, looking keenly at the missing Trunks, whom hadn't returned from Conton just yet. Only a few stray wires from his morning habit of tinkering were left. She ate her meal quietly and cleaned away the dishes, needing busywork.

'I wanted to be a house wife...but I feel so alone already. Trunks...when will you return to me?'

Rhuda thought on how spoiled she was and knew it wasn't right to be so selfish. But she couldn't help it; the six weeks for their honeymoon in the Time Chamber wasn't nearly enough.

"Sister. Come train with me." Broly said, seeing her downtrodden expression. "It's been a long time."

"Oh! Yes, I will! Just give me a moment to put on my Gi."