Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Heroes ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )

“Corbin and I will go in together.”

The words reverberated through my head a few times before I finally caught their meaning. Vegeta and Piccolo stood before us, motionless, waiting for more of the sentence. I looked at Trunks, also waiting for him to say more.

“What?” I asked, when he didn't continue.

“You and I will go in together. While I was here yesterday, Piccolo told me about your new technique. I think I could really help you develop it.”

“I forbid this.” Vegeta said simply.

“Well, are you going to help her with it?” Trunks asked him in a very defiant tone.

“You watch your tone with me, boy. Remember who you're talking to.” Vegeta growled, pointing a finger at Trunks.

“So what this is coming down to is that according to Piccolo, you need a Saiyan to develop this with. Goku will be busy with Gohan. You, Father, will be busy with yourself, so that just leaves me. I'm willing to put my training on hold to help. I think this could be the key, especially if it comes down to the wire and Cell is more powerful than any of us imagined.” Vegeta stormed away, seething.

“I think it's a good idea in concept, but how much training will you actually get done in there once the door closes.” Piccolo said and walked away. I sighed, looking back over to Trunks.

“Piccolo's right. I don't think this will work.”

“Don't answer right now. Let's wait until the time comes and see how we feel about it then.” The power levels of Kakarrot and Gohan washed over us in thunderous waves and Trunks stood, following the others to the door to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. As the others walked away, I took the opportunity and jumped off the lookout, flying toward Capsule Corp.

The only solid thought I my mind as I flew was that I wasn't going into that time chamber, not with anyone. Trunks was wrong; from what I felt coming out of that chamber, I wasn't the key. They wouldn't be needing me with power like that. I landed lightly in the back yard and walked into the lab. If I was going to be of any use to them, it was going to be in here, working on the mechanical side of things.

I sat down at my work station and looked down into the magnifying glass at the compact motherboard I was working on. Someone placed their hand on my shoulder from behind and I jumped.

“You look like you need to talk.” Bulma said, quietly, sitting down on the stool beside my desk. “What's wrong, honey?”

“Lot's of things.” I answered, sighing. “Mainly your son.” She nodded her head and waited for me to go on. “I just don't understand what's come over me. He's only been here for, what, four or five days and I'm infatuated with him. I mean, I practically jumped his bones when he came out of the time chamber for no other reason than the fact that he looked hot all torn up and bloody.” I stopped, putting my hands to my face and leaning my elbows on the desk. I pulled in a breathe of air and expelled it, trying to erase the memory of him like that.

“At the risk of sounding like a creep, my son is hot. You can't be faulted for feeling this way.”

“But it's all physical. I don't know a damn thing about him except for the fact that he's your son. Don't you think feelings like this should at least have some emotional base?” I asked her.

“Corbin, I don't even know when Vegeta's birthday is, let alone how old he is.” She answered after a bit. “You probably know more about him than I do. But the point is we're building an emotional connection out of something that started out purely physical. I think you need to stop running away from it and try to build something emotional out of it.”

“I just feel like this is bad timing. I mean, if it does turn into something else he's just going to leave. He's not going to stay here with his mother still in the future. And where will that leave me?” I wondered aloud.

“How does the quote go? `It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.' Something like that. Think about it.” She stood to leave when I stopped her with my hand on her arm.

“Vegeta will be thirty five next month, June thirtieth.” She smiled down at me and gripped my hand tightly before leaving.

I was able to get the replication of the right hemisphere done by night fall and as I started on the motor function cortex I felt someone coming closer and closer to my work bench. I looked around but found no one, until I turned back to my work bench. Vegeta was sitting on the stool looking at me, almost studying me.

“What?” I asked after he said nothing.

“You are not going into that room alone with him.” he said, quietly. I sighed, sitting down in my chair.

“Why shouldn't I?”

“Because I forbid you too.” He answered. My anger peaked at his comment.

“You forbid me too? Why are you meddling in my personal affairs? You don't give a rat's ass about me. Your search for infinite power sure has changed you. It's turned you into something cold hearted. You would've never treated me like this back on Frieza's ship. We were equals; anything you learned, you taught me. You and Nappa were like father figures, Raditz was a dumb, weak brother, what happened to that? What happened to you?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I wished they hadn't. Vegeta sat on the stool staring coldly at me, his body shaking in anger. He stood and turned to leave.

“I should've killed you a long time ago. You're nothing but a disrespectful whelp.” I sighed, tears welling in my eyes, and turned back to the work in front of me. With tweezers in one hand and the soddering gun in the other, I tried to fit the small pieces into the correct spots but my hands kept shaking. I laid the tools down and swiped at the tears on my face, angrily. He was right; I had been disrespectful toward him. I realized then that all he had ever wanted to do was protect me. It was nothing against his own son; he just didn't want me to get hurt. I reached out, searching for Vegeta's power signature, and found him upstairs with Bulma. I wanted to apologize but I wasn't going to interrupt him. As I pulled my senses back, I felt Trunks standing near me.

“Why'd leave the lookout so abruptly earlier?” he asked.

“I just needed some alone time.” I answered in a whisper.

“Are you all right? Your eyes are all red.”

“I'm fine.” I said, looking away from him.

“If you're upset about the whole time chamber thing we don't have to.”

“Are you attracted to me because I'm the only female Saiyan left or is it because I'm the only one in your age group?” I blurted out.

“I've told you why I'm attracted to you and neither of those are the reason. Listen, I'm not trying to get you into that time chamber to be alone with you. I'm just trying to help you.”

“For what? I'm not powerful enough to fight. I'll just get in the way.” My chair clattered to the floor as I pushed out of it and I turned to walk away. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him.

“Now stop it. It's not about strength anymore; even Goku knows he can't win against Cell. This is about tactics now and we need all the advantages we can get. That includes this newfound gift of yours.” My head swam with the close proximity to him; his warm sweet breath grazing my cheek. I grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pulled him down to my lips, kissing him passionately. He growled, pulling me more firmly against him, and backed me up to the edge of the table. His arm left my waist and I heard all the plans and components clatter to the floor. I turned, putting him against the table, and pushed him onto it, crawling up over him. The sound of ripping cloth resonated through the lab as I tore his shirt from his chest. He pushed me off of him and stood, grabbing the hem of my sweater and pulling it over my head. The cool air of the lab caressed my bare shoulders and a chill went up my back. I grabbed his belt, leading him out of the lab and up the stairs. We fought for dominance, smashing each other into the walls and fighting with teeth, tongue, and lips. He slammed me up against my bedroom door and fumbled with the door knob, trying to open it. He growled into my mouth in frustration and pushed the door open, breaking the door frame in his haste. I felt Vegeta stir in the room across the hall but he settled back, curling around Bulma.

Trunks pushed me into the room, roughly, and slammed the door shut behind him. I licked and nipped down the smooth planes of his abs and as I got to his belt line, he grabbed me by my hair. He pulled me to his lips and I growled, pushing him back toward the bed. My hands went to his belt and I unfastened it, tugging it through the loops until it was free. He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hands on my hips, moving his hands closer to the button on my slacks. His fingers flicked the button and my pants fluttered to the floor. I kicked my pants and boots away and stood before him in my panties and bra.

His eyes roved up and down my body and he smiled. He pulled me to straddle him and he kissed and traced every scar on my body. I reached between us and flicked open the button on his trousers. I moved off of him to lie on the bed as he stood and took his pants and shoes off. His muscles rippled as he lay down, covering my body with his. As he kissed me, his hands found the clasp of my bra, undoing it and sliding it down my bare arms. After he'd tossed my bra away, he ran his hands back up my arms and down my sides, stopping to push my small pert breast together. He lowered his mouth to my chest and sucked one pert nipple into his cool wet mouth after the other. He kissed his way back up to my lips, my hands kneading his sides.

“Are you sure?” he asked against my lips.

“Yes, I'm sure.” I answered. The feel of him grabbing the front of my panties and jerking them from my body, tore a moan from my throat and my back arched. My eyes fluttered open and I noticed the red full moon through the French doors leading to the balcony. I faintly felt Trunks kissing my body as the Blutz waves poured through the window and soaked into my skin. Both the pleasure waves from Trunks' minstrations and the waves of the full moon tore gasps and moans from me as I thrashed about on the bed. His release followed at the heels of mine and we collapsed onto the bed in a sweating mass.

The irresistible pull of the moon caught my eyes again as Trunks and I lay on the bed kissing and licking the sweat from each other. I tried to think back to the last time the moon had affected me so and couldn't remember past the accident that had cost me my tail so long ago. I had been cornered by a mob on a distant planet at the age of ten and had released an artificial Blutz wave to defeat them. One of the bastards had cut my tail off and once I'd regained consciencness, I'd enjoyed killing them all. I looked into the moon's bright glare with immunity now and pulled Trunks' attention from me to the moon.

“Do you feel the pull of it?” I asked him.

“Of course I do. It's making me crazy for you.” He replied, burying his face in my neck.

“I guess it's a good thing that we don't have…” A terrible pain racked through my body and my shriek was echoed by Trunks. I knew that pain; it was the first sign of the change. I used every ounce of my self control to suppress the change as I grabbed Trunks and flew out the balcony doors. As I flew, trying desperately to find a secluded spot, I felt the hair on Trunks' arm grow into fur, purple fur. Oh, how my ancestors must be rolling in their graves; a purple Oozaru, never in Saiyan history. I dropped Trunks to the ground after I had found a place far enough from civilization and relinquished my control to the change; loving the feel of it and not remembering anything afterward.

I awoke the next morning with the burning desert sun beating down on my bare back. Fire burned through every muscle and tendon in my body as I sat up, sand sticking to my sweat glazed skin. Something small hit my shoulder and fell into the sand beside me. As I looked to see what had hit me, I noticed a brown fuzzy tail wrapped around my waist. Tentatively, I touched it and it unraveled from my waist, swishing back and forth behind me. A smile formed on my lips; I was whole again. I looked to my side and found Vegeta sitting under an outcropping near me.

“Get dressed.” He said, sternly, and I looked down at the combat suit he'd thrown at me. I brushed as much of the sand off as I could and pulled the tight, spandex suit on, tearing a small hole for my tail to fit through. I flopped down next to him in the shade and as I searched the dunes, I found Trunks some distance from us. I sighed, sitting next to him in silence for some time before I spoke.

“I want to apologize for disrespecting you last night.” He scoffed at me and I was silent again for a long time. “What are you doing out here?” I asked him quietly.

“I came out to make sure the two of you didn't kill anyone.” I nodded.

“I saw a red full moon last night. If memory serves me right, Earth doesn't have a moon anymore.”

“You are correct; Earth does not have a moon. The moon you saw last night is something that is genetically encoded into every Saiyan. It's what we used to call the mating moon.” He was silent for a while before he spoke again. “I'm off to the lookout. Make sure you and your new mate are there tomorrow at noon.” I nodded and caught the extra combat suit he tossed at me. He stood and flew off without another word. I rose to my feet and walked across the dunes to where Trunks lay asleep. I nudge his nude sleeping form with the golden tip of my combat boot and he grunted, rolling over and looking up at me with a pained smile.

“Dear Kami, what happened last night? I feel like I've been run over by a semi-truck.” I handed him the combat suit.

“Get dressed. I'll tell you on the way back.” As he dressed, I noticed the purple fuzzy tail wrapped around his waist. He touched it the same way I had mine and finished getting dressed. “What do you remember from last night?” I asked him once we were in the air.

“I remember making love to you and the red moon; after that, not much.”

“The red moon we saw last night was the Saiyan mating moon. I think it's the reason we've been infatuated with each other the past few days.” I paused, searching for what to say to him next but he nodded.

“Do you regret what we did last night?” He asked, quietly. I thought for a moment before taking his hand.

“No, I don't regret it.” After arriving at CC, we ate a large brunch and headed up stairs to shower and change before going to the lab. The broken splinters of wood had been cleaned off the floor both from the bedroom door and the balcony door. The contractor was still working on replacing the French doors that I'd broken in my haste last night, so I grabbed clean clothes and took them into the bathroom with me. I showered quickly and went to the lab.

My work station was a complete mess. Everything that had been on the table was now on the floor along with Trunks' ripped up shirt and my sweater. I got down on my knees and started picking up the tiny components off the floor. A long whistle was let out behind me and I turned to find Bulma leaning against a shelf, smiling.

“So, what did you two do last night?” she asked me with a knowing smile on her lips. I sat back on my heels and looked up at her.

“Your son and I mated last night.” I told her. Her knowing smile turned into a pleased grin.

“Good for you, sweetheart.” She said, quietly, and walked away. I finished cleaning up the mess and sat down in my chair, shuffling through papers. I had drawn a map of what components needed to go where on the motherboard for the motor function cortex but I couldn't find it now. I gave up the search and started arranging the components without soddering them on. I tried a few different ways to arrange the pieces but I couldn't get them to fit. I threw the tweezers onto the desk in frustration.

“Chlytia chan cacha!” Trunks was, suddenly, behind me and placed his hands on my arms.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“I can't get this fucking thing figured out. I had a map laid out for it last night but I can't find it now.” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms, looking at the pieces on the table. He picked up the tweezers.

“Well what if we move this, here, and these, over there.” He said, rearranging the pieces. “And now we can fit this one here.” And just like that, he'd pieced together the puzzle that I'd been trying to figure out for the last hour.

“Thank you.” I said, picking up the soddering gun. He watched me finish the cortex, kissing my temple and neck until I giggled.

“You were yelling something when I came in. What was it?”

“I called it a piece of shit in Saiyan.” He laughed.

“Let's go out for dinner tonight; some place fancy.” I turned and kissed him on the lips.

“Ok.” I replied.

“Great, I'll pick you up in three hours.” He kissed me once more and left me to finish up.

I delivered the parts to Bulma's desk and found her leaning back in her chair, staring off into space.

“Hey girlie, what are you still doing down here? Don't you have a big date to get ready for?” she asked me as I set the pieces down.

“I still have an hour left; I don't need that much time to get ready.”

An hour later, I walked into the living room where Trunks and Bulma were playing with the baby. He stopped playing with the baby and looked at me, smiling. I twirled, showing off the dress I'd worn to my welcoming party three years ago, and he stood, offering me his arm.

“You two have fun.” Bulma said with a sly smile and we waved, walking out of the house. I pulled the small gray capsule from my bag and, after clicking the top, the car appeared in front of us. As Trunks opened the passenger door for me, I walked to the driver side and got into the black sports car.

“Are you getting in?” I asked him from inside the car. He, finally got in a buckled up.

“I thought I would drive.” He commented as I started the car and drove toward the restaurant.

“I don't think so. Your mother got me this for my sixteenth birthday and no one but me has ever driven it.”

“Oh.” He looked away forlornly, as if I had just emasculated him. I pulled to the side of the road and looked at him.

“You know, I've never driven this in heels and I'm having trouble with the clutch. Do you mind taking over?” I asked him.

“You don't have to do this.” He said to me.

“Do what? I'm serious.” I lied to placate him and he smiled, opening his door as I opened mine. We switched sides and he drove to the restaurant.

“So what was it like having my father as your guardian?” he asked me after our appetizers had been served. I took a bite of my calamari and thought about it.

“Well, it was nothing like your human customs.” I said with a chuckle. “Think about what he does now, the training constantly, and multiply that by seven years.” I took another bite of calamari. “But in all honesty, I owe everything I am today to your father. If he hadn't taken me in after my parents died, I'd probably be dead now too. Being a female on Frieza's ship was no picnic. Most of them were sex slaves or maids. Being in one of the most feared gangs on the ship sure did help avoid that.”

“What happened after he left to come here?” He asked after taking a bite of his appetizer.

“Raditz was the first to leave. It was kind of weird not having the four of us together. Usually, Frieza would save the hardest missions for us so the four of us would be dispatched together. But because Raditz's mission was a family matter, Frieza sent him alone. After a year of him being gone, we got a message from him saying that he'd found his brother but there was a complication and he wasn't strong enough to complete the mission. So, Vegeta and Nappa were dispatched as back up. I wasn't sent because I had show an aptitude toward science and was going to start an apprenticeship under the head scientist of the ship.” I paused. “It took me a long time to realize they weren't coming back.” I said, growing silent. Our entrees where served and I thanked the waiter with a smile. “So, what was it like growing up with just your mother?” I asked after we'd finished eating.

“She couldn't have done a better job, in my opinion. But I wasn't really alone I had Gohan, until the androids took him away too. That's all behind us now. I'm strong enough to defeat the androids now.” I took his hand and smiled at him.

“You know, I can't help feeling a bit guilty. I mean, I've spent my whole life with your father and you never knew him.” I whispered, not meeting his eyes.

“We can't change the past now. The only thing we can do is look to the future, and I'm going to make sure that the baby of this timeline never goes a day without seeing his father.” He paid the check and we went home to Capsule Corp. We made love again, this time without the red moon to distract us. I felt safe and secure with him; I hadn't felt that way since my parents had died. As I lay in the warm circle of his embrace, I realized that my subconscious has already made the decision for me; I was going to the future with him.

We made it to the lookout a little before noon. Gohan came running up to us, hand in hand with a little green Namek.

“Trunks, Corbin, I want you to meet my friend, Dende. He's come from New Namek to be our new guardian.” Trunks and I extended our hands, one after the other, to shake hands with the new arrival. The young boys ran off to play and within the half hour we felt the door of the time chamber open; Vegeta's power signature beating over us. We all walked to the door and found Vegeta walking out, bleeding and tattered as he had been before.

“I guess I'm next.” Trunks said to me in a low voice. Vegeta stopped in front of us.

“You're going in with him, brat.” He said, looking at me. My brows knitted together in confusion and I opened my mouth to question him, quickly shutting it.

“Yes, Prince Vegeta.” I said, bowing to him. Trunks and I walked to the large wooden door and I looked back at the crowd surrounding us once more. The door hissed shut behind us and I was momentarily blinded by the gleaming white.

“Don't you think you should tell them why you sent her in there? He could hurt her seriously before they figure it out.” Piccolo said, stepping closer to Vegeta to speak to him only.

“They will figure it out for themselves soon enough.” Vegeta replied.