Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ensuring the Future ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragon Ball Z, Akira Toriyama does. I don’t own Baki the Grappler either. This story is a work of fanfiction and means no harm to either anime or manga. Written using the Sergeant’s concept here on this site, with help from Lord Truhan, to whom I owe a lot of thanks.
Ensuring the Future, Chapter #01
By starbearertm
Summary: Sequel to Time’s Lesson’s Learned. Trunks and Gohan have been together for five years. Trunks is President of Capsule, and Gohan is his VP. However Future Trunks can’t help think that they are slacking off on training, and need to take the possibilities of future enemies seriously.
Life was good, but complex, thought Future Trunks.
From his vantage point behind a mahogany desk, he spun his chair to peer out the curved window behind him. Through the tempered tinted glass, he beheld the cityscape spreading in 180 degrees below and around. Nothing but perfect gleaming spheres atop cylindrical pipes like steel lollipops festooned with sugar stood up from the graceful curving mega domes that were West City. In the light of the noonday sun, they gleamed, pure white, hard, and opaque compared to the fluffy white of the thread clouds chasing one another through the sky.
West City grounded him in this time, for Future Trunks had helped a great deal in building and expanding the metropolis in the last five years. Capsule had continued to bring new jobs and fascinating careers to its inhabitants both here and in the other major five cities on the large continent. If he peered far enough with those Saiyan eyes, he could see the shimmering line separating sky from earth, marking the horizon.
He needed the reassurance that the spires would not be the cracked and battered ones of his own home time. Although many of them were neatly repaired and rebuilt, the entirely new constructions of his West City seemed to have no permanence. He knew they were just window dressing overtop old painful scars. Here in this time he vowed that nothing again would ever catch him or his friends unawares. No evil would slink out of a deep hole in the ground to mar the new world he had helped to save. Not the world where he had found his heart and destiny.
Of what good was he to a world where there were no enemies to fight save hunger and the endless drone of mundane civilization? He had done his part, his mother said, sending him on his way because she knew where his desires lay. It was time for him to take what he truly wished, like the hero finding the hand of the beautiful maiden waiting for him patiently at home. Conventional fairy tales did not include the possibility that sometimes the hero would come into the arms of a longing lad who had fought side by side with him.
The promise and the dream he had left behind for millions would create a world of peace, free of violence. Free for people to live without fear, and out from under the shadow of near oblivion. His earth and time had earned its reprieve. Without any Saiya-jin there to protect it, there were still heroes of minor power like Ox King and Master Roshi. Anything could be handled now that Cell was exterminated. Yet there was no Gohan. Life in a world without Gohan barely seemed worth living. Although he could take the time machine and rid the various timelines of Cell’s existence, knowing he had died in one of them had shattered Trunks mortality.
Life was so fleeting in a world without Dragon Balls. Ghosted with the specters of the past, Future Trunks mused on these things with a troubled brow. In a way, he felt like a legendary king of old, entrusted with a realm of uncertainty, and all eyes looked to him for guidance. Bulma had looked to him instead of the child Trunks to take the reins and rule Capsule in her stead. While still the CEO on the board of trustees, he guided the course of daily operation. Fortunately, he had his love at his side, the Vice President of Research and Development named Gohan Son.
A buzz shattered his troubled contemplation, and Trunks welcomed it. Depressing the intercom button marked ‘front office’ he said, “Yes Miss Thyme?”
“Sir, the VP of Technology is here to see you about the latest RD reports you wanted to see,” said the administrative assistant.
Trunks smiled to himself. They kept up the pretense of formalities for the comfort of the employees. So he said, “I’ll see him now.”
Even so as the door to his office clicked open, he suppressed his glowing joy to a mere happy upsweep of the lips. Glasses gleaming in the light of the noonday sun, VP Gohan Son stepped into the office, walking across thick carpet towards the expansive desk. From behind it, President Briefs pushed himself away from stacks of paper and his laptop keyboard. Out of the leather high-backed chair he rose, then rounded the desk towards his Vice President.
“Latest reports on the Capsislim model. We’ve figured out how to put twice the amount in our newest and most durable capsule,” Son Gohan reported, tapping the edge of the binder tucked under his arm.
“And hello to you too?” President Trunks asked, laying a hand on Gohan’s lapel and lightly tugging on it.
“Sorry, forgot to say hi,” VP Gohan apologized, and then leaned over to press a quick kiss to his lips.
“Just in time too,” Future Trunks smiled warmly, taking the portfolio that Gohan swept out and placed in his hands. Hand resting on the small of Gohan’s back he led the way to the desk although they had walked this path thousands of times before. Running his fingertips over the light wool of Gohan’s charcoal gray suit, he admired how well it coordinated with the light blue shirt, and navy necktie he had chosen for today.
“We should be expecting to ramp up production from the pilot process in a month if all goes well. I just need you to sign off on the specifications, sir,” Gohan winked through his light prescription reading glasses.
“Ah the duties of the job,” President Briefs sighed overdramatically, and then let the portfolio drop on one emptied place on his desk. He then settled down in his chair, accompanied by Gohan who pulled up a smaller yet still comfortable one from the side. Now on Trunks side of the desk they set the portfolio partly on Trunks knee, and rested the other side on Gohan’s. Like parents, they scrutinized the growing process of the blueprints over which Gohan tracked his finger.
“You see we need your approval to transfer the process to East City’s plant. They’ve got the best preexisting processing assembly lines,” Gohan pointed to one column of text.
“Right,” nodded Future Trunks, resting his finger right beside Gohan’s.
A set of gold cufflinks shimmered briefly from under the edge of his salmon colored shirt. The champagne colored dress slacks slid under the binder as he leaned closer to his Vice President so their knees touched as well as their forearms. Now Gohan tugged his chair around so he sat side by side with his President. Scrutinizing him in profile, Gohan noted how Trunks blue eyes stared through the report as if it did not exist.
“Trunks, what’s wrong?” he asked, nudging him lightly.
Not that he made a habit of it, but sometimes Gohan also liked to peer out the long tall windows curving around in a circle in Trunks office whenever there. Especially when the dark haired demi considered the immediate scenery of lavender, silky hair much more pleasing. A few tendrils of it hung before Trunks face. The rest was gathered in a ponytail at the nape of Trunks neck. Ever since Gohan commented how much he loved Trunks hair when he had come out of the HTC all those years ago, Trunks had vowed not to cut it. Besides, it helped differentiate him from his younger doppelganger.
“Mm sorry,” Future Trunks apologized.
Gohan slid his glasses up off his face, his dark eyes peering through the haze of Trunks brown study. “You’ve been a million miles away. What’s wrong Handsome?”
“Nothing, everything,” apologized Future Trunks, nodding towards the city beyond their walls. “All this we’ve built in the last five years. It could be gone easily like that…”
The percussive snap of Trunks fingers tensed Gohan. He pulled the binder into his own lap, and rested his hand on Trunks shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze. Pulling him closer he pressed a comforting kiss to Trunks cheek. “Hey, you and I won’t stand by and let it happen.”
“But we’re consumed with running Capsule, Sexy,” Trunks reminded him. “When was the last time you or I had serious training?”
“We do what we can on the weekends,” Gohan reassured him.
“But that’s not enough sometimes,” mumbled Future Trunks. Lifting his hand, he caressed Gohan’s cheek lovingly as if he would fade away.
“Trunks cut it out. There’s Vegeta, my dad, Piccolo… and even Chibi and Goten remember,” Gohan reminded him, resting his hand overtop Trunks.
“Even so there’s little excuse to slack off, Gohan. The thought of anything happening to you because I failed to protect…” Trunks trailed off.
“Stop it Trunks. That won’t happen. Besides, both of us can fight,” he reminded his lover.
“Even so, when our fathers aren’t around, it’s up to us. Besides which, you remember the last tournament?”
“The Budokai? Yes, how could I forget? That black look Vegeta gave me for not entering,” Gohan sighed.
“It was all he could do to get Chibi and Goten to enter. But Bra ended up kicking both their backsides because they hadn’t been taking their training very seriously either,” mumbled Trunks.
“Well Videl made a good account of herself in the following match,” Gohan shrugged.
“Still our fathers have all the time in the world to train. Yet if there were some great catastrophe that took them out… Gohan we have no excuse. Somehow we have to keep training, and not lose ground,” Future Trunks snorted.
“Well you and I give it our all when we can break away to train,” Gohan mused, fingering his chin.
“But we’re not getting any stronger. We need someone to push us,” Trunks realized.
“There’s always Piccolo,” Gohan pondered, setting the portfolio on the desk behind him.
Trunks sighed, “I had forgotten that. He’d probably comment we’d take him out before he could help us get any stronger.”
Gohan tapped his chin, “Now that you mention it I’m afraid he’ll say no. It looks more as if he’d rather be Dende’s bodyguard nowadays. Not to mention he’ll just say he’s already taught me all he knows… which is true.”
“So I’ve been thinking we should put an ad out for a trainer or someone capable of helping put our feet to the fire,” Future Trunks insisted.
“You’re sold on this then; you want to move ahead with it?” Gohan asked.
“Yes sir I am,” Trunks grinned.
“Speaking of ’sir’ can your VP ask permission to sit on your knee?” asked Gohan playfully.
“What do I get in exchange for the privilege?” asked Trunks, seeing the flirtatious gleam in the other demi’s eye.
“How about a kiss Handsome?” Gohan lifted his brow. Extending his hand, Trunks motioned Gohan to shift from his chair, and then used the same hand to pat his left thigh.
Gohan abandoned his chair and boosted himself to sit across Trunk’s lap crosswise. Wrapping his arm around his lover’s shoulders, he made an exaggerated shift to get comfortable, evoking a predicted response. Trunks felt his suit pants growing quite tight, and plotted what he would do later to get revenge. With Gohan’s breath surging hot into his ear, Trunks felt relaxed and aroused simultaneously, a delicate balance that rounded out a very fulfilling day. Leaning forwards, Gohan brushed his lips to Trunks, and then slipped his tongue teasingly past them. Reciprocating, Trunks let their tongues dance a bit before they surfaced for breath.
“Now Mr. President, what sort of person do you have in mind to whip us into shape, eh?” Gohan asked in a sultry tone.
“More like a coach in a way,” Trunks answered, distracted by Gohan blowing in his ear and licking his tongue over the sensitive shell of it.
Gohan lowered his glasses back onto his nose, and tapped ticked the reasons off on his fingers, while keeping one arm wrapped around Trunks neck. “So let me see if I get what you’re saying here. According to your fears, we’re spending so much time dealing with real life, putting those commitments above everything else that we’re feeling guilty or don’t have enough will to train seriously when we actually get the time,” he began.
“That’s true,” Trunks nodded, softly kissing Gohan’s cheek.
To this Gohan shivered a bit, and coughed cutely, which gave him that nerdy vulnerable look Trunks found so adorable and sexy. He continued, “So… I figure what we’d need is some sort of training commitment too. Therefore, we are not using training time as an adjusting variable. We need someone to tell us to train even when we do not want to do it.”
“Do you know how hot you look Sexy when you’re all intellectual on me?” Trunks buzzed in his ear, sending delicious shivers all over Gohan’s skin. He squirmed deliciously in Trunks lap.
“Ahem… I wouldn’t mind being on you, but you asked for my input so I’m giving it…”
“Input, a favorite word of mine. So continue… and I’ll give you my input later, Sexy,” Trunks teased him.
“Right… now … where was I… someone to personify training, and with whom we will get a fixed summons. You know like when a person goes to psychoanalysis, they got to pay whether they attend or not the appointment,” a slightly flustered but aroused Gohan answered.
“You’ve summed it up exactly sexy,” Trunks complemented him; please that Gohan had suddenly assessed and processed the situation. Now they were of one mind on the same mental page.
“Speaking of coach,” Gohan interrupted, enjoying the feel of Trunks hand sliding up and over his hip possessively. “Are we still on for Valentine’s Day this year?”
“I made the reservations in advance,” Trunks nodded. “But back to the topic at hand.”
“As I was saying, a trainer sounds like a good idea. Maybe someone with an authoritarian personality. We don’t really need someone that qualified, because we know how to train. We just need a boogeyman to leave us no choice.” Gohan suggested and leaned against his mate’s chest. “You know for someone out of shape, you still have a firm chest.”
“Thanks Sexy. I think that is wise. Perhaps we should put out an ad and see what nibbles we get,” said Trunks, rubbing Gohan’s chest through his shirt.
“That’s fine with me. Do you think we should do interviews? I’ve no ideas what we should ask during them,” Gohan mused.
“Well I think we should assess the person’s general feel. See what vibe we get. If we can have them give us hell they can keep us on task we have our person,” said Trunks.
“Oh I know a person who fits this taskmaster description of yours,” Gohan replied smiling.
“Oh… do you?” asked Trunks with a raised brow. He saw the wheels turning in Gohan’s head.
“Yes, you could ask my mom to train us. She has a PhD in bossing people around, and she’d sure be delighted to give you hell.”
“No thanks,” Trunks mumbled. “She’s good, but we need an impartial third party.”
Gohan laughed, remembering how things had once been very tense at the beginning of their relationship. Fortunately, Chichi had seen the logic and advantages in the situation. Either way Gohan married into money, and who was richer then Trunks Briefs. Eventually, it would even be possible to consider a grandchild if what Vegeta told them was plausible. Yet they could not even consider children with what they were about to undertake now.
“Are you sure? It will be hard to find anyone more competent than her. Remember how I was before you come back and rescued me,” Gohan asked before he leaned forwards and kissed his lavender haired lover.
“Very true,” chuckled Trunks returning the kiss. “Not a bad idea. But still… we need someone else who really knows about training to help us to surpass our limits.”
“Someone like a cross between my mother, Piccolo and your dad,” Gohan shuddered. “That’s one scary combo.”
“Then we should definitely interview some people. Put out an ad and see what happens,” Trunks nodded. Patting Gohan’s back, he enjoyed the feel of his mate sitting there.
“Yes, we need a coach more than anything else. Someone to keep us motivated. We will do the rest by ourselves if needed. It’s just that extra push we need.”
“Hmm… that’s it. Someone to blow the whistle on us and tell us to drop and give him fifty thousand,” joked Trunks.
“Seems we’ll have lot of fun,” Gohan grinned. “Drop and give me fifty thousand mister president.”
“Ha hah,” Future Trunks laughed. He nudged Gohan a bit and then feels a bit less guilty about not ‘buckling down on training.’ “You do realize we might have to think of who’s going to run the company when we’re training.”
“We probably can leave work one or two hours earlier everyday to train and we also have the weekends. I believe we can handle both, especially since we mostly want to reduce the power gap with our fathers,” Gohan then pointed out.
“Very true. However, Chibi and Goten-kun might eventually be up to lending a hand. They’re already working out well in marketing/sales. And with the recent business trip where I sent them to represent Capsule,” said Trunks.
“Sure by the time we get back into shape we can give them more responsibility. Although there’s difference between training and becoming a training addict like your father. I can’t really see us spending all our time doing only sex and training.”
“Well both are forms of training,” Trunks teased, running a finger down the bridge of Gohan’s nose. “And we can give the trainer a sort of six month trial run?”
“That way if we’re not happy we don’t have to keep him.” Gohan nodded. With the warmth he conveyed to Trunks lap, he felt the temperature in the room was steadily climbing as well. Especially since he felt that, the first thing he wanted to do was to forget all about the affairs of work and just plunge into bed after a relaxing date.
“Now how about dropping and giving me those fifty thousand. It’s either that or a romantic evening,” Gohan pretended blackmailing Trunks.
“With you sitting on my back then?” Trunks stuck his tongue out. “Or you underneath me?”
“I’d rather be on your back, so you can be underneath me when I’ll take you on this big desk of yours,” Gohan winked. Trunks chuckled, seeing the gleam in his eye. He pressed a leisurely kiss to his Gohan’s lips and then pulled back to make a note on his calendar.
“You’re writing down that today you’ll be taken by me,” his dark haired lover grinned further. Seizing Trunks necktie he tugged it to bring him closer. Trunks laughed and allowed Gohan the privilege of yanking their faces in proximity. While he was happy that Gohan seemed in harmony as he, from his lover’s gentle play he could tell it was time for other business.
“So should I start counting?” Gohan joked.
“Mmm as tempting as it sounds, I figure I’ll procrastinate a bit more while I still can and go for the romantic evening, Sexy,” Trunks laughed.
With a long and deep kiss, he sealed off any further comments. Trunks pushed papers aside on his desk, sending various office supplies clattering to the floor. The next piece of business involved boosting Gohan onto the desk, his fingers twisting into the light blue shirt. Soon the only sound that echoed in the office was those of the two lovers letting their garments whisper to the floor.