Any crush he might've had was rare, and if he'd ever had one at all on 18--it had been destroyed utterly when she and her brother had beat him up. Gohan had lost his arm, to save Trunks that time. Later Gohan had also lost his life, and Trunks hadn't even had a chance to help.
Her training and order had said no to attachments or feelings, while his had been locked away and transformed into a desire to fight and protect. Along with a deep loathing of the psychopathic cyborgs responsible.
She wasn't a Jedi anymore. She also wasn't likely to try and kill him just for fun. He was allowed to like her, to find her cute. The red flush on his face and the darker orange of her own flush weren't leaving anytime soon; but he relaxed into it as well. Less tense, and somewhat blindly reaching for the last place he'd known where her hand was. Wanting that anchor, and to just hold her hand, and perhaps some reassurance that this was actually happening.
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Her training and order had said no to attachments or feelings, while his had been locked away and transformed into a desire to fight and protect. Along with a deep loathing of the psychopathic cyborgs responsible.
She wasn't a Jedi anymore. She also wasn't likely to try and kill him just for fun. He was allowed to like her, to find her cute. The red flush on his face and the darker orange of her own flush weren't leaving anytime soon; but he relaxed into it as well. Less tense, and somewhat blindly reaching for the last place he'd known where her hand was. Wanting that anchor, and to just hold her hand, and perhaps some reassurance that this was actually happening.