#{{ Also not sure if this is in the same verse where Trunks is going anti-hero buuut I'm gonna say it IS since he was out in 'space-time'.

[acoldsovereign]

"You have a new form?...That must have been what I felt in the reaches of space-time. Fine, let's test it out."

TO BECOME A 'SINNER', IN HIS WORDS, WAS THE ONLY NATURAL CONCLUSION. Not only had the hero failed to slay the dragon, he made the fatal mistake of falling for her-- of seeing the heart buried underneath thick layers of ice. Either party taking the status of engagement seriously, used to be an impossibility. A fantasy. Yet, here they were now, much more comfortable and accustomed to each other-- so much so they've shown each other secret aspects of themselves. Despite this, Maiz largely remained a difficult person; she enjoyed creating obstacles and challenges to throw in his face with little to no provocation. Her controlling ways and sadism still presented issues which cropped up daily, and her callousness with many things (of course it did), complicated things that shouldn't be.

Trunks himself carried a jealous streak, which rightfully so, confounded him. It didn't come out often, but she surmised it arose from the exhaustion of constantly losing things; his childhood, his innocence, his mentor, his mother, then finally his timeline and the adjacent multiverse connected to it. For all of the undue stress, agony and harm she's wrought against him (and in his words, "disproportionate violence and colonization" against other Races), the time-traveler made it clear she was worth spending every single moment with. In the beginning, this trait of his-- to see the good in most people flew over her head. It still does. In fact, she thought him a fool back then and tested him constantly. As he passed and failed in spectacular degrees, the supposed-to-be-slayed-dragon became engrossed within the web of who he was-- with the psychological makeup that informed his behavior and choices in life. In other words, obsession (read: falling for him) was inevitable on her side, too. Even if she showed it strangely, or more specifically in the manner only a Saiyan could express.

Before his voice registered in her eardrums, she felt his familiar ki signature. Whereas before she was crude and untrained in it, (everyone felt like different degrees of coldness), the refined details earned through the fruits of personal 'training sessions' told her Trunks' presence was a hot one-- even if he was warm on most days. Her head of tousled, sweat-drenched red hair turned heavenward to meet the visage of the one she affectionately called her 'champion'. Interesting how he decided to match her in looks. A subtle smirk crept onto Maiz's face. How romantic of him. During his excursion to the vacant space where his timeline used to be, he thought of her? He felt her? Even with something as life-changing and important as the attempt to bring his world back, he came running to her . . . ? It didn't matter if none of her assumptions were true; the fact her inflated ego and overwhelming sense of self could go in such a direction spoke volumes about his actions.

Both hands found exposed hips of curvature and muscles-- sticky and glistening from her earlier activity: training. "No hello? No kiss upon my face or 'darling'?" She teased with a neutral expression as her rounded, muscular shoulders shook from the amused laugh that left her. Planet Tun'l (one of Maiz's Twelve) was a dark, heavy world with 50 times more gravity than that of Planet Vegeta. Varying shades of brown and black decorated the planet, including the fauna, flora and wildlife. Maiz's ship (and her) were the most colorful things there standing out. While the Karoseanites, a ruby-red skinned, waif-like Race were further in the background working away on her ship, the woman in question (in a new outfit, no less), flew upward to meet her betrothed. She took a sitting position mid-air when she reached him.

"I don't mind showing you . . . But only if you force it out of me." The emphasis was purposeful. She adjusted herself so that she was properly hovering in the air, exposed arms outstretched on either side of her. Tun'l's backdrop complimented her akin to a shroud of darkness or a dark halo. "I will not make this easy on you," she continued, not-at-all-humbly-bragging (she couldn't, even if she tried).

"So, when you're on your back and I'm the dominant force once more, I want to hear you sing my praises. Loudly." (Because he was most beautiful to her when he was loud and noisy. When he was caught flat-footed. When he was angry with her. Confused. Flustered. Sad, even. Her depravity knew no bounds, but these deeper, darker secrets were kept within the confines of her proverbial bosom. He did not need to know she mapped out her entire day on the basis of picking him apart and stitching him back together in varying ways. He didn't need to know the reason for her new training clothing either-- to see if he could focus, even if she wore an provocative combo of a crop top and low-rise shorts).