Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ Runnin' For the Red Light ( Chapter 8 )

……………………… …..Hello?………….. Should I say sorry now or all through the entire story? Yes I know it's been absolutely ages! I really have battered myself about it and got my arse back into gear. It's just school's started up again and my teachers seem to be celebrating this by giving us a trolley full of essays!!!! So that's all I've been doing. Nothing fun, nothing to amuse myself nope I've been doing bloody essays, so I haven't neglected this fic cos I'm having a good time ha fat chance of that this year. So sorry again and I hope this chapter makes up for it…I hope…sorry again!

Disclaimer: Nope me no own it. Not mine. Sorry to all you people who thought it did and stayed up all night worshipping me because of it but I have to say I don't. Sorry.

"Let's go over this once more, Mr Briefs."

Trunks lifted his eyes from the plastic cup of coffee he was cradling in his hands and stared unfocused at a point behind the same annoying officers that had dragged him down to the police station. He had been questioned for two hours now and now he was to go through it all again? He'd told them everything he knew. Yes, he'd agreed to meet Monica. No, he hadn't raped her. How many times did he have to tell them!!! He hadn't been there long enough for anything like that to happen!

"Mr Briefs, you met Miss Cox at eight-thirty correct?" Opanel questioned, her face set in a way that said he wouldn't see the light of day again unless he confessed.

Trunk sipped his now cold coffee, licking his dry lips before answering, debating whether it would be a good idea or not to turn Super Saiyan and give that frigid bitch the fright of her life, but he decided against it. "No," he croaked. "I was late, I had been talking to my friend."

"A Son Goten?"

"That's right." Trunks dropped his eyes again. This was so pointless! She hadn't even been the one to turn him on let alone make him want her so much he forced her into sex.

"Mr Son said you were quite excited about this particular date. Is there any reason for that?"

"You know damn well there was!" Trunks exploded, kicking back his chair, his coffee flooding the desk. He stood against the wall and held his head in his hands.

"For the benefit of the tape Mr Briefs has stood up," Yajert muttered, lounging back in his chair, leaving his partner to do the work she loved so much. Opanel smiled at Trunks. "Ah yes, that note. She promised you sex, yes?"

"Yes," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"And when she changed her mind you couldn't handle it, could you, Mr Briefs? You'd bragged to Mr Son that you were going to score so there was no way you could not, was there? You had to have her to salvage your male ego. You raped her, didn't you!"

"No!" Trunks screamed. "I didn't touch her! I didn't have sex with her!"

"Medical reports conclude Miss Cox had sexual intercourse that night, Mr Briefs!"

"It wasn't me!" Trunks whimpered, sliding down the wall to crouch on the floor, his head buried in his arms. "I didn't do it! I didn't do it! Just leave me alone! I haven't done anything!"

The female officer, thoroughly enjoying herself, stood up, her hands flat on the table. "Why don't you just tell the truth, Mr Briefs? You did it, admit it!"

Before Trunks could answer Vegeta burst through the door and, after a quick look around, strode to his son and crouched down next to him. He patted him on the shoulder and glared at the policemen. "He's had enough."

Opanel's mouth had dropped open but she hurriedly regained herself. "Mr Briefs, please leave!"

"For the benefit of the tape," Yajert drawled lazily, "Mr Briefs' father has entered the room."

"He's had enough!" Vegeta growled, lifting Trunks up, propping him up with the help of the wall. "He's exhausted!"

Utterly put out Opanel stood her ground until Yajert stood up and nodded. "We're not going to get anything else at the moment. Let him have a rest, interview abandoned at 15:56."

A young officer entered the room and led Trunks away. Vegeta crossed his arms and scowled at the two officers leaving. "My son is no rapist," he said simply. "I stake my royal name on it."

At long last Trunks was alone. Granted, it was in a small, dingy, cramped cell but here he could think, could get his thoughts around what had happened, what was happening, and what was going to happen. He had been arrested for a crime he didn't commit, something he would never do in a million years to any helpless girl, or boy, he thought ruefully. How could Monica be doing this to him? Was he the first guy to ever say no or something? No, he laughed without humour. She did it because he was rich and she would get a lot of compensation from his family to hush this up. He knew he wouldn't go to jail. His mom would pay whatever sum Monica would name and he would be set free. Hell, his mother had probably already talked to her and arranged the price but because Monica was an evil, spiteful cow he would suffer a bit longer for her hurt ego.

He slowly lifted his head and looked at a large, fluffy cloud passing by his barred window. He stared at it for a long time, trying to forget where he was for at least a few moments. He concentrated on listening to the sound of some children calling to each other. They were playing some pavement game, chanting in a sing-song repetitive rhythm he had never heard before, then for some reason breaking into laughter. It was the wonderful sound of innocence, a simple game, that seemingly went round and round in a never-ending loop, starting in on itself, never wearying.

His thoughts finally settled on his heavy, black heart. Why the hell did he have to kiss Gohan? Why couldn't he have left well alone like his brain had told him to? But his Saiyan lust mixed with about a galleon of alcohol did not make for rational thinking. He couldn't stop himself, he just couldn't! He was lying there, his face so relaxed and beautiful, his soft, full lips just waiting to be kissed. Trunks smiled through his misery. Gohan did have a woman's mouth, it wasn't firm or hard, it was warm and - though maybe it was just his imagination - welcoming. Gohan had kissed him back. Those few words brought so many warm feelings. He remembered the shooting needles of desire darting straight to his groin, he remembered moaning into his mouth, tracing those gorgeous lips with his tongue, touching him, and tasting him. And boy did he taste good!

Trunks groaned, feeling himself swell with these thoughts. God, he needed to touch himself, pretend it was Gohan's strong, hot fingers wrapping themselves around him and not his own trembling hands. But he was in a prison cell. God only knows what would happen if they came for him on the charge of rape and he was in there getting himself off. That would not go down well. Trying to think of undesirable things Trunks mind fell on Videl, standing in her front door, half naked, and telling him…telling him…

Oh that sure lost his erection. He exhaled and fell against the cold wall of the room. That cloud had passed by now and he watched some swallows fly by. It would be so easy for him to just break down this wall and fly away and almost as easy to grab a ship and blast off the planet. He laughed again, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. These policemen couldn't keep him here if he really wanted to get out. He knew he couldn't do that, though. He was innocent and he'd be damned if he was going to run like some criminal. Next time they called for him he was going to prove his innocence. He didn't have a clue how, but he was going to do it!

As soon as these thought emitted through his mind his door was flung open and the same young man that brought him there was standing there, waiting for him to walk out. Trunks got up and walked past him, not even bothering to give him a glance. He was going to prove his innocence even if it killed him.

Gohan had forgotten what traffic was like the in the middle of the city in the mid afternoon. They were crawling along slower than snail, and he swore he saw a worm fly past at some stage or another. He knew he should've gone round the ring road, but it was too late now and Bra's childish chatter was keeping him form throttling the guy in the next car to go past him in the next lane. Apparently Pan had challenged her to a swimming contest and now it was Bra's turn to moan to her father for `cheating'. Because Pan knew she was stronger than Bra so it was fair in the first place. Gohan smiled and murmured an agreement. Pan did seem to strut around like some peacock when she had won a battle or beat someone in a competition. She should be Vegeta's offspring really, Gohan smiled. As Bra was speaking she looked repeatedly at him and something contracted somewhere in Gohan's chest. Her eyes were exactly like her brothers. The deepest, clearest, most amazing blue he had ever seen. Not even Videl's had been that blue. It'll be his Saiyan heritage. Saiyan's have to be the best at everything, even the colour of eyes. Those eyes had been the very items that had awed Gohan from their very first meeting and it had been love at - well - second sight really, when Trunks had returned three years later. He recognized him immediately but he had forgotten how tall, powerful and beautiful he was. He hadn't expected to find brilliantly blue eyes fixing him to the hard ground from where he was standing. But he hadn't had much chance to admire those thrilling eyes as he was forced into saving the world from that domineering insect. Gohan hadn't really been in love with Trunks all those years ago but he had sure left an impression on him. He remembered snapping at Trunks the night before for taking him into a gay bar. He had innocently asked his mother at the time if boys were allowed to be together and she had gone completely insane. That argument lasted in his mind for a long time and entering a forbidden place, even twenty years later, had freaked him out a little. He had seen the hurt look on Trunks' face and knew that the boy was infatuated with him, the same way he had been infatuated with Trunks so many years ago. Gohan smiled and suddenly forgot the aggravating traffic jam he was sitting in. If Trunks continued this game with him, and his crush grew into something more there was no way Gohan would shy away. He was scared of what his mother thought anymore. He had loved Videl, sure he did, but deep down - no deeper than that - that's it, he knew it wouldn't last and he'd end up looking at guys again. Surely same sex relationships weren't all that bad, were they? Not if you really love somebody? Who gives a damn what sex they are, everyone has a heart and a soul. Everybody wants to be loved, so why not? He asked himself, his hands gripping the steering wheel in excitement. Who cares what everyone else thinks is right, go for it! Gohan grinned and nodded to himself. He was going to do it! And who would blame him if he did? Did anybody really like Videl anyway?

"Gohan? What are you doing?"

Turning to look at the little girl he couldn't help his smile growing wider. "I'm doing something right for a change, Bra."

"Oh, okay." The little girl smiled and looked out of the window, not spending too much time dwelling on the sanity of her best friend's father.

Having only moved a few yards in all that time Gohan's eyes, and mind, began to wonder again. He lifted them to the skies and then down a little until he saw a range of mountains' outlining the city and suddenly his mind was swamped with memories.

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The weather was hot and humid after the rain and Gohan's body felt clammy beneath his fighting gi when he had left Piccolo to take a break from his training that he had turned to trying to forget his father's death. He was contemplating having a long iced drink at a nearby café when his attention was drawn to a faint but familiar ki. His step faltered and slowed as he diverted his feet towards the ki.

Trunks was sitting on a rock, gazing emptily out to sea. It was still quite early - no matter that Gohan had been training for four hours - though not having not slept very well the night before Gohan had awaken just as dawn had been turning the sky from navy to blue. And on a restless urge to stop the events of the previous day from tumbling back into his head he'd got up, dressed in his gi, then left his room via the window found and begged Piccolo to train him, though he didn't need much persuasion.

Gohan saw Trunks glance up and, upon noticing him, a small smile graced his lips. Barefoot, Gohan moved easily across the light, pebbly ground, watching the morning light glinting off Trunks' sapphire eyes. He was dressed in a light cambric shirt and a pair of thin white cotton beach trousers rolled up a little at his ankles. His hair had been chopped by Bulma again, his face wearing the sheen of a man who had just indulged in a close shave, and he looked devastatingly handsome.

A man who stood out on his own as special.

He came to a drop beside him. He simply drew up his knees, spread them slightly, rested his tanned forearms on top, and said, "What's up?"

Trunks' shoulders moved in a careless shrug. "I'm not really sure," he mumbled, reaching down to gather up a handful of pebbles from the side of the rock. There was a moment's silence, in which they both stared blankly towards the calm ocean. Then, on a soft sigh that revealed an until now banked down frustration, he requested brusquely, "Can you at least tell me why my father hates me?"

"Hates you?" He turned a glance on him, seeing for the first time how his shattered illusions had scored deep grooves of strain into his lean, handsome face. He was not so calm and composed, nor was he finished with some kind of hope, he added as Trunks' eyes caught his and held, the somber glow of regret dulling the usual incisive blueness. "Vegeta doesn't hate you Trunks," he said gently, watched him scowl, then turned his face away again to stare back out to sea.

"No doubt your mother told you how…hard it was for him to show anything but hate and anger," he started slowly, selecting one of the tiny pebbles beside him and threw it into the ocean.

"Not even to you or your mother," he extended, launching another pebble. "He's a very proud but extremely stubborn man." He paused, then added, tight-lipped and flatly, "Even at the most inconvenient times."

Another stone was launched into the clear blue water while he gave those few vital, though well known, facts a chance to settle.

"I've known Vegeta five years now and I'm telling you the honest truth when I say I have never seen him more angry, shocked and especially upset than when Cell put that hole in your chest. He just went mad, insane even, because Cell had dared to hurt his son. Vegeta knew he wasn't strong enough to do much damage but he sure had a go."

He turned to look at the older boy then, his eyes skimming over his shocked and surprised face. Looking away once more he threw another stone into the sea but was startled when Trunks was suddenly on his feet, wiping his dirty palms down his trousers. "I - I can't be - believe it," he stammered, looking down at Gohan once he had also stood up. My father did that - for me?"

Gohan smiled and stepped closer to him, placing a trembling hand on his arm. "Vegeta may be hard and cold on the surface but he isn't heartless."

Trunks nodded, gulping with the new and readily accepted knowledge that his father had accepted him. He grinned happily, gazing at Gohan with the utmost happiness. "Thank you," he breathed out. "Thank you." And though it was just out of friendship and kindness Trunks threw his arms about Gohan and lifted him up against him. Gohan gasped and started trembling violently, hoping against hope that Trunks would not feel him shaking. Though the day was still warm and sticky Gohan couldn't be bothered by the extra heat emitting from Trunks' chest. In fact it was welcomed and Gohan could feel nothing but emptiness and disappointment when Trunks released him.

"I have to go," he said excitedly. "I want to spend some time with my dad before I have to leave." He turned to leave but then suddenly turned back. "Thank, Gohan. You're a great kid. Do me a favour?"

Gohan would've promised to bring the sun down from the sky if he had asked him to at that moment. "Look after me, growing up like, like you did in my time. You were a great friend."

Gohan smiled and nodded vigorously. "Sure, Trunks!"

Smiling, Trunks gave a small wave and flew off into the sky.

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Returning to the present Gohan blinked and then looked about him, cursing himself. Why the Hell did he go off in la-la land? He could've had an accident. Granted the car had crawled along a few centimeters but that wasn't exactly the point. He had a small child in the car, Trunks' sister, Trunks would never even think of dating him when he had killed Bra. He looked over at her and saw she had amused herself by taking her felts out of bag and colouring her picture book, leaving the lids off and on his car seat, staining the materials all the colours of the rainbow. He groaned but didn't say anything; he was still too wrapped up in the seemingly meaningless but extremely important memory.

"Gohan? Can we have the radio on please?" Bra's sweet voice snapping him out of anymore daydreaming.

"Of course," he said quickly, flicking the appropriate knob. Instead of the latest pop music reaching his ears it was the droning voice of the newsreader.

"Ugh, I hate the news!" Bra squealed, her small nose wrinkling in disgust.

"Yeah me too, "Gohan agreed, reaching to turn it off when suddenly a name froze him solid.

"What did the man just say?" Bra asked worriedly, also recognizing the name.

But instead of answering Gohan just turned up the volume.

"…taken into police custody earlier this afternoon on charges of rape. From what we've been told Mister Briefs has pleaded not guilty but police are keeping him in and continuing to question him. Refusing to be questioned Mrs Briefs merely said that she believed her son was innocent but we couldn't get anymore as - er - our reporter had to be rushed to hospital. We'll keep you updated."

"I bet that was daddy," Bra giggled, returning to her colouring. Gohan nodded but his brain refused to function. Trunks? Arrested? For rape? With hands trembling Gohan continued to inch along but his breathing became almost laborious. There was no way! No way! There had to be some sort of a mistake. He was innocent! He was damn sure he was innocent. His Trunks would never ever force a girl like that. He'd kissed him for cryin' out loud! No. He refused to believe it. He had to get to the station, prove his innocence. He had to!

Finally coming to the traffic lights Gohan slowed down for the red light his mind working overtime and his entire body shaking with not only shock but rage over whoever had dared to tell these…these lies about Trunks.

The red light changed to green at the last second and, in his rush to get to Trunks, Gohan shot forward, but simultaneously the driver of a four-wheel-drive vehicle decided to run the red light the opposite way. A collision was unavoidable, Gohan's dark eyes flaring wide with fear as he saw the vehicle bearing down upon them.

Bra's screams didn't fill his head for long, the impact throwing him forward, his forehead hitting the steering wheel, cracking his head and pitching him into a painless black nothingness at one and the same time.

Can I say sorry again? Okay, thank you. SORRY! Well? Is this fic depressing or what? Trunks arrested, Gohan in a crash, a reporter being rushed to hospital…-_-;;;; Sorry but it will be alright in the end…or will it? Muahahahahaha!! Sorry… Anyway just a quick note before I rush off. I want to thank all you wonderful wonderful WONDERFUL people who have reviewed this story of mine, I never say it enough but I really do appreciate it (especially when it's all praise lol sorry) but really I do jump up for joy with each and everyone I get so thanks again! And if anyone knows where I can read some good Vegeta/Marron stories could they give me a shout? Weird pairing I know but I read this story about them and I found it really worked and it was really sweet, so if you could drop me a line that'd be really great ^_^ Teengohanluva4eva has left the building.