Bra laughed as she carried a shopping bag in one hand and had her other hand on the strap of her purse.

"You're not that bad Mako-chan," said Bra. "I don't know how my idiot brother could've landed someone like you. I always thought he'd end up with some gold digger."

Makoto smiled. "I'm just glad we could get over last night's show." She said.

"Hey, you know what they say," said Bra. "The man that you get in a fist fight with usually becomes your best friend. Or in our case, the woman that you get in a fistfight with…" she said with a smile.

"I never heard that before," said Makoto.

"Ah, well, I just happened to pick it up from some guys a long time ago," said Bra with a shrug. Makoto suddenly shivered as an awkwardly familiar aura washed over her. Her very knees seemed to quiver as the hair on her neck stood on end. Something was not right.

"Are you alright?" asked Bra.

"Y-yeah," stuttered Makoto. "I just got a weird feeling."

"Oh," said Bra. "You're not gonna throw something at me are you?" she said with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

"No," said Makoto with a laugh. "I'm not gonna throw something at you."

"Alright, good," said Bra. "Cause I don't think I'd be able to contain myself again." They both laughed and Mako shook off the thoughts that were running through her head. She was just paranoid that's all. As they turned the corner she heard an alarm go off in a nearby department store. Apparently a young girl was shoplifting! She sighed in relief that was probably the reason she had felt strange. She had an unusual skill of being able to sense something bad happening thanks to her scout years but every so often it would worry her because she thought it would be another attack; but it was always something minor.

"I think this is enough shopping for one morning," said Bra as she stopped triumphantly in front of the store they had started at.

"I agree," said Mako. She grinned in the back of her mind as she recollected the purchased items in her bag. A few one-of-a-kind dresses and some shoes to go with, Trunks would most definitely be ticked with the bill but he owed her and this was only the beginning.

"Where to now?"

"Back to the house?" suggested Makoto.

Bra shrugged and agreed. Besides, she didn't want to carry everything all day. They walked out to see their black limo sitting patiently in the parking lot. Soon enough, the driver wash scuffling here to there to open and take their bags. The ride was awfully quiet making Makoto feel out of place.

"So," said Bra suddenly bringing Makoto out of her feigned interest in the scenery flashing by the window. "How did you and Trunks meet?"

Makoto gulped as she plastered on a fake smile that Bra thankfully did not notice.

"At school," she replied.

"And…" egged on Bra.

"Well, to be honest, it was all kind of abrupt."

"Really?" said Bra and Mako nodded. "How so?"

Makoto gulped again. What was it that Trunks said was going to be their story? Oh yeah, the alley…or wait, was it the club?

Bra watched her expectantly and Makoto coolly sighed trying to make it seem as if she had hesitated to get more of a reaction. Needless to say, it worked.

"Come on, Mako! Tell me!"

"Alright, alright," she sighed. "We were both taking culinary arts."

"Culinary arts?" said Bra. "What was Trunks doing in that class?"

"Well, apparently," said Mako. "He had wanted to learn how to cook for himself since he was living alone and didn't want to have to bother with a maid or eating out all of the time."

"I see," said Bra. "Then what else happened?"

Makoto frowned inwardly. This was starting to sound like a test and all she was doing was reverberating answers that Trunks had made up for her. Sooner or later Bra was going to figure it out so she had to get into the story somehow to make it seem more meaningful…Ooo, got it.

"He was kind of uncoordinated," she said thinking directly about Goten, assuming that Bra had no idea of who this was. She laughed in remembrance of him dropping all of the pans and hitting off different plates and knives. He was just too big for their small work area and everyone grimaced whenever they had to be paired with him. His big hands were too thick to fit into some of the drawers and his hair sometimes flew into the food.

"Sounds like him," said Bra. "He is smart, I'll give you that, but activities beyond physical fitness and brain power are pretty much out the window."

"Well, no one really wanted to work with him so I volunteered out of sheer compassion. After all, it wasn't his fault that he wasn't that great in the kitchen." She smiled as his deep black eyes shimmered in that instant that she had volunteered herself. His eyes peered into hers with so much friendship that she was hardly able to remember that they hardly knew each other. She suddenly went silent as she realized how much she really missed that clumsy overly-large black-haired man.

"Aww," said Bra. "You're getting caught in memories. How cute."

Makoto smiled weakly as she was brought back to reality and continued. "Well, he was really nervous for some reason and I had assumed it was because he was self-conscious. You see, class projects with partners usually last three to four weeks. In about the third week I started having troubles with my boyfriend at the time, which I must say was a complete jerk and I was an idiot for ever believing I was in love with him, and needless to say we broke up. Well, G-Trunks," she corrected quickly before Bra took notice. "found out I was single and seemed really happy. I was annoyed and suddenly asked him why he was so cheerful when I was so miserable. Well, he started talking about how I was great and how I didn't need a guy like my ex and that it was good that we broke up. This helped me a little and I told him I appreciated it. Then he smiled and asked me on a date."

"What did you do?" asked Bra.

"I grabbed the closest thing to me and hit him hard in the head," she said with a shrug. Bra about keeled over in laughter.

"Serves him right," she said. "I wish I was there to see it!" Makoto laughed with her thinking back to the large welt that had formed on his head. Speaking of which, it was considerably small being as she hit him pretty hard with an iron skillet. Then again, he was always abnormally strong making her feel "ordinary". Oh how she really did miss those deep charcoal eyes, dark black hair and warm strong arms that made her feel so safe. Her knees never were very strong around him and she never really cared because every time they gave out he would embrace her and keep her from falling. His warm chest and overwhelmingly caring hands would hold her so tightly…

"Mako," said Bra as the car had stopped. Bra waved her hand vigorously in front of her. Man was she really that smitten by Trunks?

"Oh, sorry," said Mako with a sweat drop. She got out alongside Bra making her way up the stairs behind the butler who had just grabbed their bags.

"I'm guessing he didn't give up after that," said Bra.

"Actually," said Mako. "He did. He stopped acting so nervous and would only talk to me when it involved cooking. I wasn't at all disappointed but rather relieved. I really didn't like him much after that."

"What made you change your mind?"

Makoto sighed. "I used to work a night shift over at a restaurant. Most waitresses were too afraid to work those hours because most traffic came from the bar down the street. Night shift workers got paid really well so I figured I could take the shift and possibly get a few workouts every now and then if some drunks happened to start some trouble in the place."

"Uh-huh," said Bra. They had entered the mansion and continued upstairs.

"There was one night where I was the only one left to lock up. Usually there are at least two of us left to lock up but one of my coworkers had an emergency concerning his son so he had to go. I was locking up and pulling down the gate when this group of guys kind of surrounded me. I was really beat that night cause I must've stopped at least four fights in the restaurant. Well, one of these guys had supposedly wanted to settle an old score with me. I didn't remember him but I guess he remembered me. I fought them off pretty well but one of them pulled a gun out on me. I was scared, to say the least, heck I was praying for my life and I'm not even that religious. They had me cornered in an alley and no one was out to hear me if I screamed. It was a party street! People always say that there is always someone out there getting mugged but I never thought it would be me. Well they were getting really close with intentions that weren't entirely to my liking. I closed my eyes and really I'm not proud of this but I kind of sank to the ground. He had a gun, dang it all, what was I supposed to do?" Makoto sighed.

"Everything was quiet after that, I couldn't even hear a single step. All I heard was my name. It was soft at first and I hardly could believe it was spoken at all. 'Mako' he said it so softly that I wondered if it was an angel."

Bra smiled as she shook her head. Sometimes love just sounded silly to anyone that wasn't involved in it.

"And…" Bra said.

"I opened my eyes. G-Trunks was eye level looking at me with the deepest concern that I couldn't understand. He barely knew me for goodness sake and he looked at me as if I was the most important person to him. I felt as if I had meant something to him. As if I was of value…I was shaky then. He frowned. I could see anger flash through his eyes as he thought of what the men would've done had he not been there. He seemed to me unreal. I hardly remember getting up or even how I got home. He had taken me to his place but I couldn't sleep there. The whole incident had gotten to me stronger than I had realized. No one had ever been that close before…" drifted Makoto as she stopped.

"I didn't talk to him for days. He would wave and I would sometimes do the same or nod. I was again indifferent towards him. I didn't like people seeing me that way," she said. "I almost felt threatened by him."

"So when did you get better about him?" asked Bra.

Mako started walking again thinking hard. "I don't know," she said. "It just kind of happened." It was blunt and hardly an explanation but Bra accepted it as it was. Sometimes things did just happen too fast for you to even notice.

"Sounds interesting," said Bra.

"Yeah," said Mako.

"I guess marriage just suddenly sprung up too?" said Bra trying not to sound offensive or sarcastic.

"Yeah," said Makoto. "It did. His business was getting big and he didn't want to be too busy that he couldn't do it later."

"Sounds like him," said Bra. Mako smiled.

"It was small, but sweet." Those were the exact words that Trunks had told her to use and that was how she remembered it. No details, it was just a convenient wedding with no guests only the bride, the groom and the judge to sign the certificate.

"How romantic," said Bra sarcastically.

"We were in love," said Makoto. "That was all the romance we needed."

Sweet! I know it's short but it's another little bit added right? For all readers I just want to let you know that I'm most liking leaning towards Mako/Goten pairing and the other DBZ crossover will most likely be Mako/Trunks. Sorry if that ruins it for anyone but I just can't see a different plot line than that. Besides, I'm not very good at making best friend with girl loses girl to their best friend type stories. Anyways, please review and thank you so much for reading. Until next time…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own SM or DBZ.

Tell me if there are any improvements that I can make and I will try! Thanks again!