Trunks had left Meira beside herself because of him revealing that he first turned a super saiyan when he was 8. Much like his father, she could not fathom the Saiyan race's legendary power falling into the hands of a child.

He would have much preferred to stay with her and explain things over, but the meeting that he had forgotten all about the day before had to commence at some point. His colleagues were kind enough to postpone the meeting to a later time that day. Additionally spending a lot of time in bed with her after she briefly mentioned that she might not be able to control herself enough to not procreate with him if they were alone for a year, did a few things to him. 

He sighed as he stood in the shower turning the warm water off, so that only cold water flowed from the pipes. He sighed, once again not excited to wash her scent off of him.

"Surely there is a way to keep it longer," he sighed as he watch the water go down the drain. He considered getting the shirt that his mother retrieved from Meira's tail the night before and wearing that one instead of a fresh clean one. He soon blushed and cringed at his train of thought.

" Does the fact that we are a 'pair' as my father said, mean that this is my instincts rather than me just being a genuine creep?" he wondered to himself,

"Well, since I am talking to myself again, I am thinking that its leaning towards creep," he sweat-dropped, as he got out of the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed that his muscles looked more defined than they had in a while, he tilted his head in curiosity knowing that he had not trained that much and even when factoring in his brief spar with Meira, it did not seem enough to tone him up the way he was. He flexed and laughed a little at his teenage curiosity at his own body, it just be Saiyan genes, then again all changes in himself seemed to be caused by Meira these passed few days.

He was half-dressed when he suddenly had an idea, he went to his closet and took out all of his shirts as well as a few of his casual ones and made his way to Meira's room.

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Meira got out of the shower, afraid that whoever had changed her in her sleep might feel the need to change her again if she did not. She could care less if it was Prince Vegeta or his mate, all she cared was to not make Trunks become feral when he got home after his meeting. She could imagine his rage at discovering his father's scent on her, while also seeing that her clothes were changed again. It made sense why he had transformed into a super saiyan, even if she could not understand how he could sleep in such a state it did not change the fact that he was riled up enough to turn Super Saiyan. She blushed at the fact that she did not recognize him, it was not one of her brightest moments, her sisters were probably laughing their heads off at her stupidity.

 She also decided to ignore the additional heat covering her by just thinking of his super saiyan form, she was not a fool, she knew that her genes made her undoubtedly more attracted to him because of his sheer power. He had disarmed her in less than a second, as if it were as easy as breathing. Her struggling against him made little to no difference, had he been someone else she would have been loathing him and her self for being weaker than him. Had he been a foe, she might have been trembling. However, knowing that he was her future mate, had her smirk with pride. Vegeta at Trunks' age did not hold a candle to his son, she was sure that that fact made the Saiyan king proud. Her lack of interest in finding a mate suddenly made a lot of sense, no man in her time would have cut it. Fate had a strange way of working things out for her.

Just then she heard Trunks' footsteps on his way to her room,

" He must be coming to give his greetings before going to work," Meira mumbled to herself ignoring her blush which was a reaction to her blatant excitement for such a domestic exchange. Her tail swayed side-to-side at a speed and she sweat-dropped as she tried to will it to be some semblance of its normal state before appearing before the young prince. He would undoubtedly tease her if her were to it in such a state. She wrapped her towel tightly around herself and pinned her misbehaving tail to her body with it in the process. She entered her room just as he knocked,

"It is unnecessary to knock, please come in," She said and her met something she definitely did not expect to see Trunks to walk in with a large amount of clothing in arms, 

"What the-"

"Oh you are done showe-" His voice faltered when his eyes met her damp towel-clad form. His eyes briefly darkened as they scanned over her body, committing its contours to his memory. His endeavor was interrupted by the sound of Meira clearing her throat with a smirk on her face making him blush and avert his gaze. 

"Young Prince, why are you holding your clothes? Are... Are you moving into my room??" Meira asked blushing, herself, 

"N-N-No, I need to ask a f-favour," he said, she looked at him and then his clothes, 

"Young Prince, I am a warrior, if you think that I am going to clean your garments, you have another thing coming," she frowned crossing arms, clearly frustrated, but her frustration was short-lived as she saw the prince's eyes trace her whole movement and gulped, 

"That n-not it, I just really like the way you smell," he said, blushing even more, now that he was saying it out loud, he finally realized how odd it sounded out loud, 

"The way that I smell?" Meira asked, blushing, she could hear Vegeta chuckling to himself in the kitchen, 

"And you want me to somehow get my scent on your...garments," she asked blushing deeper, as she heard Vegeta laughing even louder, Trunks seemed to hear his father as well, 

"I am guessing that this is a Saiyan-thing as well," Trunks said, narrowing his eyes in annoyance at his father's teasing, 

"Indeed it is, you would not necessary have asked this if I was human" she said, taking his clothes from him and neatly placing them on her bed, Trunks wanted to agree with her but something deep down told him that even if she were human, he would still be trying to find a way to keep her scent on him, he watched her face, she did not seem as embarrassed anymore, if anything she had a very gentle look in her eyes, 

"I-I...Um... thank you, Meira," he said not sure what to say, he stood awkwardly, he felt almost ashamed at how he had just asked her this on impulse, but somehow he felt that he could not leave the continent with out it, something in his chest seemed to tighten at the thought, 

"It's not a problem, young prince. You will need to give me time, you are not exactly asking me something that's easy," she explained, he looked at her, this was the woman he heard about, she understood that he did not know, she knew what was happening to him and chose to not let him feel embarrassed about it. She  was a diplomat after all. 

"I am not sure how fast you fly, but I would imagine that you need to get leave soon. Please come fetch this shirt once you are completely ready to leave," she said, pushing him out of the door. 

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Trunks did exactly as she instructed, he finished putting his shoes, vest pants and watch on. He filled his blazer with whichever capsules, he might need through out the day. He loved how convenient they were, it completely eradicated any need for him to carry a brief case.

With his blazer over his arm, he walked back to Meira's room. He tried his best to ignore his father's constant chuckles at his situation as he knocked on her door, she opened it with a blush on her face. He smiled at her, which seemed to cause her blush to deepen, he was about to tease her about it but his voice caught in his throat when her scent wafted out of her room. She smelt almost like a dessert, sweeter than she smelled before, like fresh vanilla and cinnamon. Trunks felt like his heart was beating in his throat and his mouth seemed to water. Meira seemed to know exactly what was happening as she held the door a bit more closed as she passed him a shirt and pull over, 

"Have a successful day at work, young prince," she said, as he took the clothing items and put them on slower than usual, because his body seemed to take preference to taking in her scent rather than dressing. He could not help but somehow feel...whole. Her scent just made so much sense on him. He promised himself to study it further... when she was not around... distracting him, 

"Thank you," His voice was slightly lower once again, his pupils were also dilated, Meira gulped and nodded, not trusting her voice. She gasped and braced herself when he suddenly walked closer to her door, 

"Meira, can I quick-" 

"No, young prince, you will be late," Meira responded before he could finish asking her, she watch him quickly put his hand on her door. She knew full well that he could break the door with ease if he really wanted to, his train of thought seemed to be along the same line because his palm started apply pressure to her door. She shot him a glare of warning that seemed to shock him out of his hormone lead behaviour. 

He apologized briefly under his breath, finished dressing and left.