Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ And I would do anything for love... ( Chapter 10 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: teengohanluva4eva 
Trunks is on the run and Gohan still doesn't remember a thing.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Suspense / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.11.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 225 | Status: Completed
Trunks is on the run and Gohan still doesn't remember a thing.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Suspense / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.11.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 225 | Status: Completed
Okay, hi. I do realise it’s been 5 years since I started this fanfic but I’ve always felt guilty that I’d never finished it so here it is. For those who care I am now at University studying Performing Arts. Not what I thought I’d be doing when I started writing this but the worlds a strange place. I do realise that the people who read it 5 years ago won’t still be reading this, well they might, who knows J but I hope any new readers will love it just as much. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As I am studying Performing Arts not Law I cannot begin to try and take it so still, 5 years later, not mine!!
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He’d never grown to like Earth music in all the years he’d been on the planet but Vegeta turned the volume up on the radio system in the Gravity that had always been there but never used. It was the only thing that could drown out his wife’s gut-wrenching sobbing and the inner voice in his head that blamed himself for the entire thing. He clutched his head screaming and started to throw ki balls in no particular direction, wanting to destroy everything in sight. The pain had been too much to bear when they hadn’t heard anything about their daughter for a week but now they had received a ransom note demanding money for her safe return. Now it was killing him inside. The little glimmer of light had been the fact she wasn’t dead but now it faded as soon as he realised someone had the audacity to kidnap her and gave demands to the Saiyan Prince so she would be brought back. Like he hadn’t enough to deal with? First his son gets arrested and breaks out of jail and they, too, hadn’t heard anything from him and now this. And where Gohan was? Vegeta could physically feel Bulma’s heart breaking and he fell to the ground gritting his teeth hard so he wouldn’t break down himself. In all his life he had never felt pain like this. The only thing that came close was when he learnt of the destruction of his home planet and of the death of his father. But this was something else, this was his family and it was being taken from him by pathetic humans! He slowly stood up and his chest heaved up and down as he steadied his breathing. When he found who was responsible for all this he would destroy them and everything they held dear to their hearts.
Gohan stretched his long legs out in front of him. This was taking more time than he’d thought and his body was itching to move. He didn’t think he’d stayed still for this length of time before in his life. His mind began to wonder back to the previous weeks events. He hadn’t done that much and hadn’t been permitted to leave the castle once. Dev told him it was because of his memory-loss. The Boss had wanted him to be retrained before he was allowed to do anything. Gohan could see his point but he couldn’t helped but feel extremely irritated by this decision. He couldn’t say for sure but he felt he belonged outside. That it wasn’t in his character to stay indoors. Speaking of the Boss that’s where Dev was now. Gohan had wanted to join him and meet the mysterious Boss but Dev had told him only the top guys were allowed in his office so Gohan had been forced to wait outside. He was slightly peeved as he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t a ‘top guy’. Encouraged by Dev, Gohan had participated in bare-knuckle fights that seemed to be the only entertainment in this immense castle and had been amazed how easily he put every single one of his opponents on the floor. He knew from his physique that he worked out but he hadn’t even broken a sweat with any of the fights. Dev had just laughed saying he was ‘something special’. He always said that though never elaborated on what that ‘something special’ about him was.
His thoughts were interrupted by Dev coming out of the door next to him and Gohan jumped up expectedly. Dev smiled at him.
“Well, better get your going out shoes polished up, Goldie. We’re heading out tomorrow.”
Gohan’s face lit up. “Oh, Dev, you mean it? We’re actually going out on a job?”
“Yep,” the older man smiled, lighting a cigarette between his teeth. “Just a small one mind, as it’s your first one after the accident. For now let’s grab something to eat and I’ll fill you in on the details.”
Bulma waited nervously, clutching a cup of steaming coffee in her shaking hands. Every time the café door bell jingled her head shot up before returning to her coffee. She hadn’t had a sip yet, her mind too preoccupied with the impending conversation she was dreading. The bell rang again and this time Monica’s face started to head towards her. Taking in a shaky breath Bulma mentally steeled herself.
“Good morning, Monica. Won’t you sit down,” she said, as politely as she possibly could to this girl she hated more than anyone one in the world. Execpt the ones that had stolen her little girl. Bulma could feel tears prickling behind her eyes but she hurriedly blinked them away. She needed to be strong for this.
The young teen sat down, a sullen look on her face. Bulma looked her over but the young girl was giving nothing away. Her eyes had a haunted look about them and she kept wringing her hands as if she was as nervous about this conversation as she was.
“Would…would you like a cup of coffee or…?”
“No, thank you,” the teen whispered, her eyes darting out to the window and back again.
Bulma nodded and let out a breath before she continued. “Look, we both know why I’ve asked you to come here. And I really appreciate it,” she added quickly. “I…would you please think about dropping these charges against my son. My husband and I are willing to give you anything you wish if you’d only consider –”
“No,” Monica whispered, wiping away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. “I…I can’t just let him get away with…with…”
Bulma swallowed and handed her the napkin that had come with her coffee and re-assessed the situation. She hadn’t expected the teen to act like this. Bulma was 100% certain Trunks would never have raped anybody but now with this girl crying in front of her she started to think again. Maybe Trunks did sleep with her and Monica had consented until the last minute but Trunks had been too carried away to stop himself? Things like that did happen and both parties would assume they had been in the right. But Trunks had said he hadn’t even had sex with her. Bulma shook her head as her brain began to overload with all these contradicting thoughts.
“Monica…I know this is hard but we are willing to give any amount you –”
“No!” Monica said again, a little more forcefully this time, straightening up in her chair. “I…I know he’s your son, Mrs. Briefs, but after what he…what he di…did to me I…” She stood up suddenly and wiped her cheeks again. “When they find him I will be pressing charges and he will pay for what he did to me!”
The older woman watched her walk out of the café and down the street. Now tears started to flow and there was nothing Bulma could do to stop them. She was so confused. Monica had seemed so genuine yet she couldn’t believe her son was a rapist. Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe and had to escape from the confines of the café. Outside she ran blindly down the street until she reached the road. She looked left and right, ready to cross the road and what caught her eye made bile rise in her throat. Monica was laughing and swinging her hair as she threw her arms around a tall male kissing him soundly. They then climbed into his car and sped off leaving only Monica’s tinkling laughter filling Bulma’s ears.
Left fuming in the car Gohan crossed his arms angrily. Oh sure, he’d been let on a job but he had to wait in the car!! That’s not being on a job! He growled in annoyance and thumped the radio in response, promptly breaking it. Shit, Gohan thought, watching various wires spring out. Ah well, no big deal, he shrugged it off and stared out of the window. At least he was back in civilisation he thought stubbornly. He’d been sick of staying indoors with nothing to do, well not nothing, he grinned as he thought of his servant, Yarachi. He’d been quite enjoyable company. His grin slightly faded the more he thought about it. He was fond of Yarachi but, again with most things, he couldn’t help thinking he felt strongly about another youth but no-one had materialised and nobody had mentioned anything to the contradiction so he squashed these thoughts along with the other niggling emotions he felt. Like the one he felt whenever he saw Bra. He had hardly seen her since he’d brought her to the castle, only catching glimpses of her as she was patrolled from place to place. She was always smiling so he knew she was being treated well but he had the urge to hold her every time. It was her eyes, he had concluded, her eyes were so beautiful and he could almost remember when he looked into them. He knew he must have known the Brief’s family quite well in order for him to have Bra’s trust but how he just had no idea.
Suddenly the sound of police sirens filled the air and he sat rigidly in his seat. Shit, the police! He started to panic. No-one had told him what to do if the police showed up. Should he stay and wait or drive off? He started to sweat as the sirens drew nearer. No, he’d wait, he thought. Who said the sirens were for them anyway? The city was teaming with criminal activity, those sirens could be for anyone. He started to change his mind as the cars pulled up behind him and a dozen men jumped out of the vehicles and he was out of the car and running down the street before they had reached it. His mind was panicking. What should he do? What should he do?? He was so preoccupied in his thoughts that he didn’t notice a golden figure running alongside him until they both turned to go down the same alleyway and knocked into each other causing them both to crash headlong into different sides of the wall. Holding his head Gohan groaned and looked angrily over to the offending person.
“What the hell are you doing, dickhead?” he ground out.
The other male simply looked at him in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Gohan snarled and grabbed his jacket lifting him off the floor.
“Well?” he barked, shaking the young man whose head just rolled back and forth.
“G…G…Gohan??”
The word wasn’t very loud but it was enough for Gohan to let him go in surprise. “You…you know me??”
Right before his eyes the stranger’s golden locks faded into short lavender spikes. His sea-green eyes turning that awesome shade of cerulean that Gohan had become so obsessed with. Lavender and blue? The colours that haunted his dreams! Suddenly his mind filled with images and memories and Gohan let out a strangled cry and fell to his knees.
“Gohan!”
Trunks rushed to his side and held the older mans shoulders. “Gohan! Oh, Gohan, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where have you been?” Tears ran down his face as he looked into Gohan’s face. But these were tears of joy. He’d found him. He was safe. His Gohan was safe. But his joy was short lived.
“Gotcha!”
Suddenly half a dozen police officers caught hold of Trunks and a pair of handcuffs were slapped on his wrists before he realised what was happening.
“No! No! Gohan! Gohan!”
“Gohan?” One of the officers turned to the rest of the team who had come to join them. “Quick, get him. He’s been hiding our suspect all this time!” But by the time the officers turned to arrest him Gohan was gone.
Bulma’s screams had Vegeta racing out of the Gravity Room to his wife’s side in less than ten seconds. The phone was still in her hands as she sat slumped on her knees.
“What? What is it?” The Saiyan Prince asked hurriedly, dropping to his knees himself.
“They’ve…they’ve found Trunks. He’s back in custody.”
Vegeta gave a sight of relief.
“Oh, Vegeta,” Bulma sobbed. “I don’t know if I’m happy he’s back or frightened that he’ll go to prison.”
Gohan sat hunched behind a trash can behind a large building trying to regain his breath. It wasn’t the running that was causing him to hyperventilate but the regaining of his past that was scaring him beyond belief. What had he done? What had he been doing? He’d been conned into joining a criminal organisation and helping them kidnap Bra and now Trunks had been arrested again. He must’ve broke out before, he thought through his daze. He clenched and unclenched his fists. What should I do? I’ll get Vegeta that’s what, he thought. I’ll get Vegeta and…Bra! Oh, Bra, he howled inside his head.
“No…”he whispered, standing up. “No…I’ll have to get her back myself…that’s the only way to ensure her safety.”
He walked hurriedly back to the car. If the guys got back and he wasn’t there he’d have to explain himself and he was going to have enough trouble keeping up his charade let alone making up new excuses.
Luckily no-one was at the car and Gohan had enough time to get back in the passenger seat before the three men were running towards him.
“Right!” Dev grinned at him, jumping into the front seat and tossing a brown box over at him. Gohan noticed the other two guys had the same boxes. “Let’s get going!”
Gohan simply nodded and didn’t dare open his mouth until they were half-way back to base.
“Um…so…what’s in these boxes again?”
Dev rolled his eyes and sent Gohan a playful grin. “Man, your memory really is shit, sin’t it, Goldie?”
Gohan simply smiled at him and nodded.
“They’re filled with boxes of Thiopental Sodium.”
“Thiopental Sodium…Truth Serum?” Gohan questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“Yep, but these beauties are top of the range. Ya see, they used to be unreliable but our sources tell us that the scientists working at the lab we just hit have perfected it and it works flawlessly. Perfectly safe and totally untraceable in the system. The Boss will be very happy to get his hands on these babies.”
“But…isn’t the needle mark going to be traceable?” Gohan asked, interested despite his mind telling him to stop being so eager.
“They’re in pill form,” Dev grinned, lighting a cigarette. “So you just pop it in their mouth or drink and ta da! Instant confessions!”
Gohan stayed quiet this time but his brain was working overtime.
Sitting in her lawyers office Bulma stared at him. The last pieces of her sanity seeming to melt away.
“Tomorrow?” She held and unsteady hand to her forehead. “They’ve having him in court tomorrow?”
The elder lawyer looked sympathetically over to his client of many years. The woman had been pushed to the limit. “I’m afraid so. 10 a.m. Now we know he’s going to have a hard time of it since he escaped and ran off. We’re just going to have to work that angle as best we can. Now, Miss Cox is accusing him of rape but also…”
“Also?” Bulma screeched. “Isn’t rape enough!” She gripped the arms of the chair and felt the reassuring hand of her husband on her shoulder.
“Apparently not,” the grey-haired man replied, shaking his head. “She’s also suing him for extreme emotional and mental damage.”
It took Bulma 20 minutes to calm down after this new piece of information. She screamed of how she had saw her laughing. Laughing whilst her son was running for his life in the streets with no help and she was throwing herself around any willing male.
“So…” Bulma began again once she had been seated and had a drink of water. “How much does she want?”
After a deep breath. “20 million.”
This time Bulma didn’t calm down.
Waiting until he had heard the clock chime 7 o’clock Gohan lay in bed in the room he had been allocated when he had first been brought to this despicable place. He slowly lifted the covers and slipped off the bed. Yarachi snored softly in his sleep and Gohan’s heart thumped noisily. He hadn’t wanted the boy to stay that night but knew it would be odd if he didn’t as he had shared his bed for the past week. He couldn’t, however, bring himself to have sex with him. The very thought of it made him physically sick. When he had returned to the castle and retreated back to his room he remembered what he had been doing with the youth every night and he felt vomit rising in his throat and he rushed to the attached en-suite to empty the contents of his stomach. He then proceeded to take the hottest shower he’d ever had in his life and scrubbed his skin until it was raw. Yarachi had given him a slight strange look when Gohan came up with the worst excuse not to sleep with him that night but as, thankfully, Gohan had the reputation of having no trouble of breaking someone’s arm if they displease him so he accepted it.
Tip-toeing across the room he picked up the small bag he had stashed behind a plant pot in the corner of the room. He continued to tip-toe across the room when he stopped and laughed at himself. What was he doing? After opening and closing the bedroom door he carried on the rest of his journey levitating a couple of inches of the ground making no noise at all. Now he knew roughly were Bra was being kept that night. He also knew that on the route to get there he had a gap between 7.10 and 7.15 when it would be clear of guards patrolling. It had almost killed him lying in that room all night, waiting.
He managed to get to within 2 corridors of the room he believed Bra was in when he heard footsteps. Damn, he thought and quickly looked for an escape. The footsteps belonged to a gang member Gohan recognised from his week there. Quite a nasty character, he’d been rather pissed when Gohan had easily beaten him in the fight he had initiated 3 days ago, and his eyes still had the dark circles to prove it. Gohan waited until he had passed and smiled. It’s a good thing people never looked up.
Bra’s soft breathing fell on his ears as he opened the bedroom door and he sighed in relief. It was the right room. He went over to her bed, a quick scan of the room confirmed they were the only two in there, and gently shook her to wake her, calling her name.
Her eyes fluttered open and his stomach tightened as those blue eyes gazed at him. Her face showed her confusion but Gohan put a finger to her lips.
“Shh, darling, it’s alright. I’ve come to take you home.”
Bra’s eyes opened with excitement and Gohan quickly put a hand over her mouth. “Shh! We’ve got to be quiet! No-one can know we’re going, okay?”
Bra nodded and climbed out of the covers into his arms. Gohan levitated to the window and looked assessing at it. Steel bars were outside the thick glass and he knew there was no way he was going to be able to do this without being noisy but it was more important to get Bra out of there than doing this stealthily so he could come back with the police. No, he’d now have to contradict what he had just told Bra and go for it.
He could here the sirens wailing but he and Bra were miles away before anyone had even entered the room they had just burst out of.
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Okay so next chapter is the last so enjoy it folks!!
Disclaimer: As I am studying Performing Arts not Law I cannot begin to try and take it so still, 5 years later, not mine!!
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He’d never grown to like Earth music in all the years he’d been on the planet but Vegeta turned the volume up on the radio system in the Gravity that had always been there but never used. It was the only thing that could drown out his wife’s gut-wrenching sobbing and the inner voice in his head that blamed himself for the entire thing. He clutched his head screaming and started to throw ki balls in no particular direction, wanting to destroy everything in sight. The pain had been too much to bear when they hadn’t heard anything about their daughter for a week but now they had received a ransom note demanding money for her safe return. Now it was killing him inside. The little glimmer of light had been the fact she wasn’t dead but now it faded as soon as he realised someone had the audacity to kidnap her and gave demands to the Saiyan Prince so she would be brought back. Like he hadn’t enough to deal with? First his son gets arrested and breaks out of jail and they, too, hadn’t heard anything from him and now this. And where Gohan was? Vegeta could physically feel Bulma’s heart breaking and he fell to the ground gritting his teeth hard so he wouldn’t break down himself. In all his life he had never felt pain like this. The only thing that came close was when he learnt of the destruction of his home planet and of the death of his father. But this was something else, this was his family and it was being taken from him by pathetic humans! He slowly stood up and his chest heaved up and down as he steadied his breathing. When he found who was responsible for all this he would destroy them and everything they held dear to their hearts.
Gohan stretched his long legs out in front of him. This was taking more time than he’d thought and his body was itching to move. He didn’t think he’d stayed still for this length of time before in his life. His mind began to wonder back to the previous weeks events. He hadn’t done that much and hadn’t been permitted to leave the castle once. Dev told him it was because of his memory-loss. The Boss had wanted him to be retrained before he was allowed to do anything. Gohan could see his point but he couldn’t helped but feel extremely irritated by this decision. He couldn’t say for sure but he felt he belonged outside. That it wasn’t in his character to stay indoors. Speaking of the Boss that’s where Dev was now. Gohan had wanted to join him and meet the mysterious Boss but Dev had told him only the top guys were allowed in his office so Gohan had been forced to wait outside. He was slightly peeved as he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t a ‘top guy’. Encouraged by Dev, Gohan had participated in bare-knuckle fights that seemed to be the only entertainment in this immense castle and had been amazed how easily he put every single one of his opponents on the floor. He knew from his physique that he worked out but he hadn’t even broken a sweat with any of the fights. Dev had just laughed saying he was ‘something special’. He always said that though never elaborated on what that ‘something special’ about him was.
His thoughts were interrupted by Dev coming out of the door next to him and Gohan jumped up expectedly. Dev smiled at him.
“Well, better get your going out shoes polished up, Goldie. We’re heading out tomorrow.”
Gohan’s face lit up. “Oh, Dev, you mean it? We’re actually going out on a job?”
“Yep,” the older man smiled, lighting a cigarette between his teeth. “Just a small one mind, as it’s your first one after the accident. For now let’s grab something to eat and I’ll fill you in on the details.”
Bulma waited nervously, clutching a cup of steaming coffee in her shaking hands. Every time the café door bell jingled her head shot up before returning to her coffee. She hadn’t had a sip yet, her mind too preoccupied with the impending conversation she was dreading. The bell rang again and this time Monica’s face started to head towards her. Taking in a shaky breath Bulma mentally steeled herself.
“Good morning, Monica. Won’t you sit down,” she said, as politely as she possibly could to this girl she hated more than anyone one in the world. Execpt the ones that had stolen her little girl. Bulma could feel tears prickling behind her eyes but she hurriedly blinked them away. She needed to be strong for this.
The young teen sat down, a sullen look on her face. Bulma looked her over but the young girl was giving nothing away. Her eyes had a haunted look about them and she kept wringing her hands as if she was as nervous about this conversation as she was.
“Would…would you like a cup of coffee or…?”
“No, thank you,” the teen whispered, her eyes darting out to the window and back again.
Bulma nodded and let out a breath before she continued. “Look, we both know why I’ve asked you to come here. And I really appreciate it,” she added quickly. “I…would you please think about dropping these charges against my son. My husband and I are willing to give you anything you wish if you’d only consider –”
“No,” Monica whispered, wiping away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. “I…I can’t just let him get away with…with…”
Bulma swallowed and handed her the napkin that had come with her coffee and re-assessed the situation. She hadn’t expected the teen to act like this. Bulma was 100% certain Trunks would never have raped anybody but now with this girl crying in front of her she started to think again. Maybe Trunks did sleep with her and Monica had consented until the last minute but Trunks had been too carried away to stop himself? Things like that did happen and both parties would assume they had been in the right. But Trunks had said he hadn’t even had sex with her. Bulma shook her head as her brain began to overload with all these contradicting thoughts.
“Monica…I know this is hard but we are willing to give any amount you –”
“No!” Monica said again, a little more forcefully this time, straightening up in her chair. “I…I know he’s your son, Mrs. Briefs, but after what he…what he di…did to me I…” She stood up suddenly and wiped her cheeks again. “When they find him I will be pressing charges and he will pay for what he did to me!”
The older woman watched her walk out of the café and down the street. Now tears started to flow and there was nothing Bulma could do to stop them. She was so confused. Monica had seemed so genuine yet she couldn’t believe her son was a rapist. Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe and had to escape from the confines of the café. Outside she ran blindly down the street until she reached the road. She looked left and right, ready to cross the road and what caught her eye made bile rise in her throat. Monica was laughing and swinging her hair as she threw her arms around a tall male kissing him soundly. They then climbed into his car and sped off leaving only Monica’s tinkling laughter filling Bulma’s ears.
Left fuming in the car Gohan crossed his arms angrily. Oh sure, he’d been let on a job but he had to wait in the car!! That’s not being on a job! He growled in annoyance and thumped the radio in response, promptly breaking it. Shit, Gohan thought, watching various wires spring out. Ah well, no big deal, he shrugged it off and stared out of the window. At least he was back in civilisation he thought stubbornly. He’d been sick of staying indoors with nothing to do, well not nothing, he grinned as he thought of his servant, Yarachi. He’d been quite enjoyable company. His grin slightly faded the more he thought about it. He was fond of Yarachi but, again with most things, he couldn’t help thinking he felt strongly about another youth but no-one had materialised and nobody had mentioned anything to the contradiction so he squashed these thoughts along with the other niggling emotions he felt. Like the one he felt whenever he saw Bra. He had hardly seen her since he’d brought her to the castle, only catching glimpses of her as she was patrolled from place to place. She was always smiling so he knew she was being treated well but he had the urge to hold her every time. It was her eyes, he had concluded, her eyes were so beautiful and he could almost remember when he looked into them. He knew he must have known the Brief’s family quite well in order for him to have Bra’s trust but how he just had no idea.
Suddenly the sound of police sirens filled the air and he sat rigidly in his seat. Shit, the police! He started to panic. No-one had told him what to do if the police showed up. Should he stay and wait or drive off? He started to sweat as the sirens drew nearer. No, he’d wait, he thought. Who said the sirens were for them anyway? The city was teaming with criminal activity, those sirens could be for anyone. He started to change his mind as the cars pulled up behind him and a dozen men jumped out of the vehicles and he was out of the car and running down the street before they had reached it. His mind was panicking. What should he do? What should he do?? He was so preoccupied in his thoughts that he didn’t notice a golden figure running alongside him until they both turned to go down the same alleyway and knocked into each other causing them both to crash headlong into different sides of the wall. Holding his head Gohan groaned and looked angrily over to the offending person.
“What the hell are you doing, dickhead?” he ground out.
The other male simply looked at him in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Gohan snarled and grabbed his jacket lifting him off the floor.
“Well?” he barked, shaking the young man whose head just rolled back and forth.
“G…G…Gohan??”
The word wasn’t very loud but it was enough for Gohan to let him go in surprise. “You…you know me??”
Right before his eyes the stranger’s golden locks faded into short lavender spikes. His sea-green eyes turning that awesome shade of cerulean that Gohan had become so obsessed with. Lavender and blue? The colours that haunted his dreams! Suddenly his mind filled with images and memories and Gohan let out a strangled cry and fell to his knees.
“Gohan!”
Trunks rushed to his side and held the older mans shoulders. “Gohan! Oh, Gohan, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where have you been?” Tears ran down his face as he looked into Gohan’s face. But these were tears of joy. He’d found him. He was safe. His Gohan was safe. But his joy was short lived.
“Gotcha!”
Suddenly half a dozen police officers caught hold of Trunks and a pair of handcuffs were slapped on his wrists before he realised what was happening.
“No! No! Gohan! Gohan!”
“Gohan?” One of the officers turned to the rest of the team who had come to join them. “Quick, get him. He’s been hiding our suspect all this time!” But by the time the officers turned to arrest him Gohan was gone.
Bulma’s screams had Vegeta racing out of the Gravity Room to his wife’s side in less than ten seconds. The phone was still in her hands as she sat slumped on her knees.
“What? What is it?” The Saiyan Prince asked hurriedly, dropping to his knees himself.
“They’ve…they’ve found Trunks. He’s back in custody.”
Vegeta gave a sight of relief.
“Oh, Vegeta,” Bulma sobbed. “I don’t know if I’m happy he’s back or frightened that he’ll go to prison.”
Gohan sat hunched behind a trash can behind a large building trying to regain his breath. It wasn’t the running that was causing him to hyperventilate but the regaining of his past that was scaring him beyond belief. What had he done? What had he been doing? He’d been conned into joining a criminal organisation and helping them kidnap Bra and now Trunks had been arrested again. He must’ve broke out before, he thought through his daze. He clenched and unclenched his fists. What should I do? I’ll get Vegeta that’s what, he thought. I’ll get Vegeta and…Bra! Oh, Bra, he howled inside his head.
“No…”he whispered, standing up. “No…I’ll have to get her back myself…that’s the only way to ensure her safety.”
He walked hurriedly back to the car. If the guys got back and he wasn’t there he’d have to explain himself and he was going to have enough trouble keeping up his charade let alone making up new excuses.
Luckily no-one was at the car and Gohan had enough time to get back in the passenger seat before the three men were running towards him.
“Right!” Dev grinned at him, jumping into the front seat and tossing a brown box over at him. Gohan noticed the other two guys had the same boxes. “Let’s get going!”
Gohan simply nodded and didn’t dare open his mouth until they were half-way back to base.
“Um…so…what’s in these boxes again?”
Dev rolled his eyes and sent Gohan a playful grin. “Man, your memory really is shit, sin’t it, Goldie?”
Gohan simply smiled at him and nodded.
“They’re filled with boxes of Thiopental Sodium.”
“Thiopental Sodium…Truth Serum?” Gohan questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“Yep, but these beauties are top of the range. Ya see, they used to be unreliable but our sources tell us that the scientists working at the lab we just hit have perfected it and it works flawlessly. Perfectly safe and totally untraceable in the system. The Boss will be very happy to get his hands on these babies.”
“But…isn’t the needle mark going to be traceable?” Gohan asked, interested despite his mind telling him to stop being so eager.
“They’re in pill form,” Dev grinned, lighting a cigarette. “So you just pop it in their mouth or drink and ta da! Instant confessions!”
Gohan stayed quiet this time but his brain was working overtime.
Sitting in her lawyers office Bulma stared at him. The last pieces of her sanity seeming to melt away.
“Tomorrow?” She held and unsteady hand to her forehead. “They’ve having him in court tomorrow?”
The elder lawyer looked sympathetically over to his client of many years. The woman had been pushed to the limit. “I’m afraid so. 10 a.m. Now we know he’s going to have a hard time of it since he escaped and ran off. We’re just going to have to work that angle as best we can. Now, Miss Cox is accusing him of rape but also…”
“Also?” Bulma screeched. “Isn’t rape enough!” She gripped the arms of the chair and felt the reassuring hand of her husband on her shoulder.
“Apparently not,” the grey-haired man replied, shaking his head. “She’s also suing him for extreme emotional and mental damage.”
It took Bulma 20 minutes to calm down after this new piece of information. She screamed of how she had saw her laughing. Laughing whilst her son was running for his life in the streets with no help and she was throwing herself around any willing male.
“So…” Bulma began again once she had been seated and had a drink of water. “How much does she want?”
After a deep breath. “20 million.”
This time Bulma didn’t calm down.
Waiting until he had heard the clock chime 7 o’clock Gohan lay in bed in the room he had been allocated when he had first been brought to this despicable place. He slowly lifted the covers and slipped off the bed. Yarachi snored softly in his sleep and Gohan’s heart thumped noisily. He hadn’t wanted the boy to stay that night but knew it would be odd if he didn’t as he had shared his bed for the past week. He couldn’t, however, bring himself to have sex with him. The very thought of it made him physically sick. When he had returned to the castle and retreated back to his room he remembered what he had been doing with the youth every night and he felt vomit rising in his throat and he rushed to the attached en-suite to empty the contents of his stomach. He then proceeded to take the hottest shower he’d ever had in his life and scrubbed his skin until it was raw. Yarachi had given him a slight strange look when Gohan came up with the worst excuse not to sleep with him that night but as, thankfully, Gohan had the reputation of having no trouble of breaking someone’s arm if they displease him so he accepted it.
Tip-toeing across the room he picked up the small bag he had stashed behind a plant pot in the corner of the room. He continued to tip-toe across the room when he stopped and laughed at himself. What was he doing? After opening and closing the bedroom door he carried on the rest of his journey levitating a couple of inches of the ground making no noise at all. Now he knew roughly were Bra was being kept that night. He also knew that on the route to get there he had a gap between 7.10 and 7.15 when it would be clear of guards patrolling. It had almost killed him lying in that room all night, waiting.
He managed to get to within 2 corridors of the room he believed Bra was in when he heard footsteps. Damn, he thought and quickly looked for an escape. The footsteps belonged to a gang member Gohan recognised from his week there. Quite a nasty character, he’d been rather pissed when Gohan had easily beaten him in the fight he had initiated 3 days ago, and his eyes still had the dark circles to prove it. Gohan waited until he had passed and smiled. It’s a good thing people never looked up.
Bra’s soft breathing fell on his ears as he opened the bedroom door and he sighed in relief. It was the right room. He went over to her bed, a quick scan of the room confirmed they were the only two in there, and gently shook her to wake her, calling her name.
Her eyes fluttered open and his stomach tightened as those blue eyes gazed at him. Her face showed her confusion but Gohan put a finger to her lips.
“Shh, darling, it’s alright. I’ve come to take you home.”
Bra’s eyes opened with excitement and Gohan quickly put a hand over her mouth. “Shh! We’ve got to be quiet! No-one can know we’re going, okay?”
Bra nodded and climbed out of the covers into his arms. Gohan levitated to the window and looked assessing at it. Steel bars were outside the thick glass and he knew there was no way he was going to be able to do this without being noisy but it was more important to get Bra out of there than doing this stealthily so he could come back with the police. No, he’d now have to contradict what he had just told Bra and go for it.
He could here the sirens wailing but he and Bra were miles away before anyone had even entered the room they had just burst out of.
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Okay so next chapter is the last so enjoy it folks!!