Here's an actual scene I recently added. It takes place after the first festival at the end of Volume V.
Well into the late hours of the night after the festival Trunks was wide awake in his room at his desk working on designs for a new efficient street vehicle. Celari wandered the halls of the Briefs’ home with a cup of tea and noticed him through his bedroom door that was partially open. She approached and knocked politely.
Trunks turned and saw her dressed in Capsule Corp sweats and socks standing in his doorway.
“Hey, can’t sleep either, huh?” she asked as she walked in.
“Not really,” he answered without getting up and then turned back to his work. “I’m usually awake at this hour anyway.”
Celari stepped beside him and looked down at his papers. “Oh, wow…” she widened her eyes seeing a massive amount of detail and engineering on draft paper. “Did you design this?”
“Yeah, I’ve been working on it for a few months actually. But some of the minor configurations I just can’t get quite right.”
Celari couldn’t begin to imagine what was wrong with it. “Trunks, you’re an artist.”
“Uh… you think so?” he looked at her a bit surprised, then back at his design.
Celari glanced around his room and found a few framed pictures to look at. “I like your room,” she stated continuing to look around. His room was not very large but it was long and narrow with a low rounded ceiling. His desk sat against a long wall under a large window. Behind him against the other wall was a futon with a coffee table. At the end of the room lay a day-bed built into a nook of drawers and nightstands against the wall.
“What about you?” Trunks broke the silence.
“Me?” Celari turned her attention back to the artist who didn’t even look up from his work.
“Yeah. I never would have pegged you as an insomniac.”
Celari lifted her chin and contemplated the comment. “I see… I act too care free to ever get stressed out, eh?”
Trunks heard the sarcasm in her voice and gave her his attention, to which he saw the condescension in her face. “Sorry,” he apologized. “You just hide it well, that’s all.”
“Yeah, well… I’ve had years of practice.” She turned her eyes away. “If you pretend you’re something long enough, it’ll eventually become who you are.”
“Ok… but, putting an act on all the time… doesn’t that make you tired?—”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Trunks,” she cut him off assertively.
Trunks raised his eyebrows at her but took no offense. He respected her wishes and went back to his work.
Celari felt a bit guilty for snapping at him. She turned her head back to apologize but found him squeezing the bridge of his nose.
“Got a headache, huh?”
“Yeah, I’m used to it though. I’ve been getting them a lot lately.”
“Really… Is that why you’re always cranky?” Celari muttered.
Trunks shot her a dirty look.
“Oh, sorry!” she laughed at herself. Trunks furrowed his eyebrows and turned back to his work.
“Have you tried using pressure points?”
Trunks looked at her again. “Pressure points?...”
“Yeah, to help with the headaches,” Celari pointed to her temple.
“Can’t say that I have.”
“Well, here. I’ll show you. It’s easy.” Trunks pulled back defensively as she got in his personal space. “Stop that,” she scolded him. “Hold still.” Celari leaned down ever so slightly and placed her left hand on Trunks’ head pressing her thumb into his forehead just above his brow, and placed her right hand on the side pressing that thumb into his temple. She held it there for several moments but Trunks’ eyebrows remained furrowed.
She let him go abruptly. “Trunks, you’re too tense,” she said in frustration. He looked up at her without a word. “You gotta relax your shoulders if you want this to work.”
“I’m as relaxed as I get,” Trunks complained.
“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me in the least.”
“Are we done?”
“Hang on, let me try something else.” She went around behind him and made him sit straight up. She then dug her thumbs into his neck and over his shoulders looking for a certain muscle. Trunks’ face began to blush reluctantly having Celari’s hands on him, but then he realized here was someone actually strong enough to apply real pressure into his muscles. He tried really hard to keep his eyes open for the sake of his pride but it wasn’t easy.
Finally one of her thumbs dug into the back of his neck just right. Trunks yelped in surprise and his head jerked up.
“There it is,” Celari proclaimed proudly. “You have a knot running all the way down your neck into your shoulder.”
“Yeah, take it easy, will you?” Trunks was even more tense than before.
“I don’t have to guess you’ve had this since Ion left his calling card on you,” Celari referred to his shoulder muscle being permanently clenched after being stabbed.
“Yeah, thanks for that grim reminder…” Trunks asserted, having had enough. He stood up to free himself but Celari twisted her knuckled into the base of his neck. Trunks felt a sharp twinge and yelped again in surprise on his way up. He grabbed his shoulder and twisted around defensively almost cursing out loud. Then he realized he no longer felt stress in his neck.
As he straightened out he felt much lighter. He lifted his left arm and twisted around his joints and felt absolutely no pain.
“How… did you do that?...” he stared at Celari in astonishment.
She smirked and wiggled her fingers in the air. “Magic hands.”
“Geez, I’ll say,” Trunks was still astounded he could move his arm completely around with no discomfort.
Celari stretched her own arms above her head and wandered over to his futon and plopped down on her back. “That should help you sleep now.”
“Well… we’ll see,” Trunks was still skeptical. “That got rid of my headache though. Thank you,” he smiled at her gratefully. She gave him a thumbs up from the futon. He sat back down at his desk feeling rejuvenated. Celari smiled to herself, slightly proud of receiving Trunks’ praise, then stretched one more time and relaxed against a cushion.
Trunks rotated his neck still in disbelief. His shoulder muscle had retained its tension ever since he was impaled by Ion’s blade. At last he could relax it and the relief was invigorating. He took a look over his papers and suddenly a light bulb went off in his head. “Oh my gosh…” he exclaimed. The configurations that didn’t make any sense to him for so long clicked in his head and he could see what was wrong. He chuckled in astonishment as he corrected the errors that now seemed so obvious to him.
“I’ll be darn… this is actually gonna work,” he proclaimed happily. “Hey Cel—,” he cut himself off as he turned around. Celari lay across his futon with her eyes closed. She had actually fallen asleep in the few minutes it took him to figure out his project.
Trunks stared at the conundrum on his couch for a moment and smiled. Sighing contently, he let her sleep and turned back around to continue his work.
After about twenty minutes or so, he actually started to feel fatigue. He yawned and rubbed his face, then flipped his desk lamp off and got up to settle in. Celari hadn’t moved an inch. Trunks pulled the throw lying on the back of the couch over her gently, then sat down on the edge of the coffee table and just stared at her face in the little bit of city light that came through his window. He still couldn’t get over how much she looked like Gohan and it brought him some much needed comfort.
Trunks put his hand gently on her shoulder and nudged her. “Hey, Celari?” he spoke softly.
Celari woke with a bit of a gasp. “Hm… huh?” she lifted her head in delirium. “Oh, I knocked out,” she muttered as she tried to sit up.
“No, it’s okay, you’re fine. I just…” he hesitated as she slumped back down. “There’s something I wanted to say to you… before I lost my nerve.”
Celari gave him the attention of her half-open eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just…” he blushed trying to find courage. “…Thank you, for being my friend.” She raised her eyebrows slightly. Trunks continued. “Really… I’m glad you came here.”
It took a few moments for his words to process in Celari’s brain. Then she gave him a half-smile. “You know something? …I’m glad I’m here, too.” She lifted her hand up in the air with her elbow still resting on the couch. “You’re a good guy, Trunks.” Trunks gave her a look of pride, then clasped his hand firmly in hers. Together they shared a strong sense of comradery and trust in each other.