They'd gone their separate was once assured they were both alright. It had felt good to have won, and she wasn't the only one going over things in her mind. Things he should've done differently--would it have been easier if he'd just taken both of their opponents out? He'd only gone the route he did out of respect for her wishes.
Trunks had learned, and learned the hard way, that you did not give legitimate threats a chance. Or threats that would become legitimate. He knew enough about his father, and Goku, and their friends, from his mother that training and 'testing' was one thing, but if you weren't careful, you let your opponent learn too much and then you couldn't defeat them.
Part of him recognized that he was upset, because Ahsoka'd gotten hurt. Yes, it wasn't bad--barely more than a scratch. She'd had worse even by her own admission. Didn't change that it upset him.
Quick snack again, off to the suite he'd claimed and a shower. Soaking in it, then turning it on cold as his mind wandered. Seems like his hormones had decided to make up for lost time.
Still it helped; not bothering to dry himself with a towel this time. Flaring his ki enough to dry himself, and then it was a dark blue tank top and black pants. Detouring through the library, his mind wandered---but it wasn't a bad thing. Finding a few books he recognized, and pulling them. Had she eaten? They were getting on to dinner...
A quick stop by the Banquet Hall, with a tray for them both, and books, and up the stairs. He had not expected to run into her that soon though. Not in a...short robe. Blue-eyes are very wide for a moment, heartbeat skipping slightly as he's balanced the tray against one shoulder and has books tucked under his other arm. Mouth slightly open too, and just...struck.
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Trunks had learned, and learned the hard way, that you did not give legitimate threats a chance. Or threats that would become legitimate. He knew enough about his father, and Goku, and their friends, from his mother that training and 'testing' was one thing, but if you weren't careful, you let your opponent learn too much and then you couldn't defeat them.
Part of him recognized that he was upset, because Ahsoka'd gotten hurt. Yes, it wasn't bad--barely more than a scratch. She'd had worse even by her own admission. Didn't change that it upset him.
Quick snack again, off to the suite he'd claimed and a shower. Soaking in it, then turning it on cold as his mind wandered. Seems like his hormones had decided to make up for lost time.
Still it helped; not bothering to dry himself with a towel this time. Flaring his ki enough to dry himself, and then it was a dark blue tank top and black pants. Detouring through the library, his mind wandered---but it wasn't a bad thing. Finding a few books he recognized, and pulling them. Had she eaten? They were getting on to dinner...
A quick stop by the Banquet Hall, with a tray for them both, and books, and up the stairs. He had not expected to run into her that soon though. Not in a...short robe. Blue-eyes are very wide for a moment, heartbeat skipping slightly as he's balanced the tray against one shoulder and has books tucked under his other arm. Mouth slightly open too, and just...struck.