Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Hello, NewFan! Ha, it seems you are the only one here enjoying the story. So, I dedicate this chapter to you! Love your reviews, by the way.

Actually there are several reasons why Goku is going nuts on Trunks. Yep, the first one is that Goku became overprotective and is afraid that something will happen to his precious son. Another thing is…well…umm…I think after reading this chapter you'll know why he's so against Trunks being near Gohan. Our Goku is such a moralist… As if.

Chichi is a strange woman. A weirdo. So just thought it would be nice to make something more of it.

Oh yeah, they already will go to Capsule Corp. Some delicious and funny stuff will be there too.

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not getting any profit on this fan fiction work.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Mirai Trunks x Gohan. Angst?

Age note: Mirai Trunks - 26. Gohan - 22.

 

Lucid by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by chillona

 

Part 4

 

I watch everyone eat silently. I'm not very hungry. I think it's because I was sick about half an hour ago.

 

We start breakfast with several moments of silence to remember the fallen ones. All the others raise their glasses to honor the ones who died, but I pass this time.

 

The atmosphere in the dining room is melancholic: my father's trying to show that he's very much aggrieved over his wife's death; Trunks is trying to show that he's known her at least a little; my grandfather is trying not to show how badly he's grieving; his new wife is trying to show that she cares at least a little; and I'm trying to show that I'm really grieving. I really do. Maybe not to the extent I should, but I really do.

 

Though, we all are grieving over my brother, Goten. And over our friends.

 

“Eat something,” Mirai silently mutters to me. He's sitting next to me, eating some fried fish. I noticed that he likes fish. I like it too. Though, not today.

 

I survey the table then take a pear from a big bowl that is filled with various fruits. Here, hope Trunks is happy now. I slowly eat the pear while inspecting the dining room itself. It's a big one. And everything else is big here: the chairs, the dishes. It's very light in the room, as I have guessed earlier. The three crystal chandeliers are glistening with colorful sunrays. The walls are simple timber, but as there is so much light, the room doesn't seem to be gloomy at all. Even though there's such a gloomy atmosphere today.

 

I finish the fruit and continue to stare at the table. At some point I catch Trunks staring at me. Damn. He wants me to eat something more. Maybe he's right. I take some bread with butter and try to stuff it into my mouth. Try. Because Trunks' fingers catch the end of the bread slice, and almost pulls it out from my mouth.

 

I stare at Trunks. I know that I am. But I also know that everyone else is staring at him also.

 

“No fatty foods,” Trunks calmly says, completely unfazed.

 

I blink at Trunks.

 

“He's on diet?” my “grandmother” asks, interested.

 

“No, he has been throwing up lately,” Trunks answers. “I don't think that fatty foods would do him any good.”

 

“Hey,” I push Trunks' hand away from my slice of bread. “Watch over your own diet.”

 

“You'll be sick again,” Trunks says but removes his hand from my bread.

 

“I told you why I've been sick,” I snort at him. “I want it, and I'll have it. And if I get sick later, it'll be my own fault.” Give the guy leadership and he will count your calories!

 

Trunks doesn't say anything at all. He just takes his fork back into his hand and continues to eat his fish. My father relaxes. I don't know if Mirai noticed, but it all might have appeared to my father that Mirai wanted to take the last bit of bread from me. In that case Mirai should be careful.

 

I eat that cursed piece of bread then drink a glass of apple cider.

 

At the end of breakfast we raise the glasses again. This time I sip a little. The strong liquid burns my tongue and I feel the bread rising up my throat. My face possibly changed several colors, because Mirai appears to be concerned. He wisely moves away from me.

 

I sit completely still until I feel that the wave has passed and it's safe to move. Mirai pushes his chair back to me.

 

After breakfast, the table is cleaned by one of the maids, and Mirai and Ox King lean over the sheet of paper. Mirai is trying to draw the way to the graves as precise as possible. As Mirai doesn't know the names of the places we have been flying above, from time to time he turns around to ask my father who is much better acquainted with the area. My father and I silently watch them until they are finished with the map. All the blasted lands and holes we saw on our way are mapped out.

 

We stay for about an hour longer then capsulate our house and head towards the nearest Capsule Corp. subdivision.

 

XXXXX

 

As there isn't any urgent need, we aren't flying very fast. The day is hot, but while flying, I don't feel the heat. Actually the wind quickly rushing past my face and hair is a bit too cold, even with the protecting shield on. Though, probably it's for the best - I still don't feel very well. The breakfast stayed down but something is still bubbling in my stomach.

 

Yesterday we visited one of the libraries in one of the cities that escaped Datano's wrath. We learned that the nearest Capsule Corporation subdivision is over seven hundred kilometers away, in Tikara city. And though, we have at least five maps of it and three of the country we are in right now, we have no idea if the city is intact. The communication between some of the cities and countries is lost, and it's not clear when it will be restored.

 

We cover the distance quickly and in less than three and a half hours we are in Takara. The city and its surroundings (at least the side through which we approached the city) are untouched. While flying to Takara we saw several destroyed cities and villages. Datano had been amusing himself greatly. As far as I can remember we managed to catch him only on the eighth day of his destruction. The bastard would show up somewhere, launch plenty of blasts to all sides possible and vanish. We were running around after him like damn fools without any result.

 

Before Datano came to Earth, we already knew that this time the danger was deadly: before coming Datano destroyed the Namek planet. Don't know why. When he came he didn't leave any orders, any requests or at least explained what the hell he wanted. He just seemed to have fun while killing innocent and helpless people and driving everyone crazy. I don't think he was a God, I think he was a Demon. But whatever he was, we didn't understand what was happening until he blasted Capsule Corp. We hadn't seen him until then. We just heard the rumors that some big, red-haired guy was blasting everything around.

 

When we arrived at the place, it was only one big hole filled with dirt. We didn't even have any time to look at it. Datano decided to show up then - all happy and threatening.

 

And it's the place where my memory ends. During these past several days, I remembered most of what happened after Datano arrived. I've been having nightmares nonstop, but in the morning they always merged with my memories and helped me to remember. Though, I really didn't want to. I saw some images of Goten, Krillin, Yamcha, of my father, but nothing clear.

 

My father remembers everything, but neither I, nor Trunks want to question him. It's simply too much for him. Too much of everything.

 

We find the needed building quickly. We land several blocks away in a corner between the houses. Though, after talking things over, we decide that it's a bit too late, and the building will be closed, and if not, the employers have already left for home. We decide to pay a visit tomorrow morning; the city seems to be untouched and calm, and we think that it functions more or less normally as it used to do before Datano's attack.

 

We look around in the city to get familiar with it then go away to look for a place to build our capsule house. My father becomes very happy when we choose a small wood, near a big lake. There's no normal shore: we settle on a steep slope and the only way to reach the water is either to fly or to fall headway into the water.

 

At first we go to the house to start preparing something for dinner. After twenty minutes the top of pork stew is in the oven, and we go outside. It's about seven o'clock and it's a beautiful evening outside.

 

I sit down next to the house on the sparse grass. The sandy and rocky surface isn't sufficient for plants. The lake is huge and I can see the water reflecting the sun that is hanging in the west, still above the trees. I can see the mist gathering in the woods, getting ready to stray up. It's warm. The sun is still high enough to warm the air. I lean on the house with my back and close my eyes. It's going to be a really beautiful evening.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

I open my eyes to see Trunks leaning over me.

 

“Yeah,” I shift my back to get more comfortable. “I'm fine. I simply have been enjoying the nice evening. Until you came,” I add. Perhaps I shouldn't start, but Mirai's concern about my health is starting to get on my nerves.

 

“Sorry,” Mirai gives me a reconciling smile. He sits down beside me. He's wearing a light blue T-shirt and his usual black baggy pants. Though, he had changed his orange boots into the black ones he found in the superstore.

 

Mirai leans his back on the wall too. He's still keeping his hair tied into a ponytail. I feel a little uncomfortable.

 

“Err…” I shift. I really feel silly while telling this: “You don't need to keep your hair tied up. I was a bit…err…angry then. Your hair had nothing to do with that.”

 

Mirai softly laughs at my uneasiness. “It's okay,” he then shakes his head. “I usually keep it that way anyway.”

 

I relax and turn to look at my father who starts shedding his clothes and then flies down the cliff. I'll admit that I'm worried. I quickly stand up and go to the edge to look down. But Goku is fine.

 

After watching Goku disappear under the smooth greenish surface, I decide to follow his example. It has been a long while since I swam in a lake.

 

“Let's go for a swim,” I call to Trunks.

 

“Be careful with your wrist,” Mirai says.

 

Oh. I look at my wrist. To hell with it, I can simply hover in the water; I don't even need to swim. I think Mirai understands what I've decided because he gets up too and starts taking his T-shirt off.

 

I move back closer to the house. I try to take my shirt off but only get frustrated. Damn wrist.

 

“Come here,” Mirai tugs me closer to him. He already has taken his blue shirt and his black pants off. And I didn't manage anything, except to make the seams crack.

 

I obediently raise my hands up, and Mirai tugs the shirt off. He unfastens my belt, and I easily tug my jeans off. It's much faster when one has three hands.

 

I leave my clothes on the shore and levitate to the water. It's a bit cold. I deeply inhale and plunge into the water. Shaking my head I resurface. It's cold. I can hear Mirai curse from several meters away.

 

“Seems to be so warm,” he complains while floating.

 

“Yeah,” I say through the clenched teeth. “Ice-cold.”

 

“What is he actually doing?” Mirai turns to look at my father who is diving like a dolphin.

 

“Catching fish,” I explain. My father loves fishing. “And having fun while doing it,” I add.

 

“You're turning blue,” Mirai informs me.

 

I think he's telling the truth. I'm damn cold. I flare my ki up.

 

I gasp and sputter when Mirai splashes a huge wave on me. The fool is smirking at me. Not for long. With the help of my ki I launch such a wave on him that he resurfaces only after several minutes. Ha.

 

After splashing for some time more, we go back into the house. The stew is ready. As soon as Mirai starts filling the plates, my father enters the house. He proudly shows us a huge sheatfish that he caught.

 

“Nice catch, we could have it tomorrow for dinner,” I say. I take my filled plate from Trunks. “We will probably eat lunch in the city.”

 

“I doubt it,” Mirai shakes his head, pouring the second plate for my father. “We haven't a cent and it will take longer than a day before I'm able to take the control of the accounts. They will need some proof that the rest of the family is dead, and I'm the only one left alive.”

 

“No problem with that,” I oppose. “I can bet that they already saw the hole in the ground that used to be Capsule Corporation. They had to. The military must be set to finding out what's going on, which cities are lost, what countries are doing what, and Capsule Corporation is a very important object.”

 

Mirai nods then. “Yeah. You're right.” He hands the plate to my father who takes it and sits down at the table, opposite me. “Though, it really will take more than one day to get this going. They haven't seen the bodies, and we can't tell where they are because they will find Trunks too.”

 

I have to agree with that. Actually it might take a whole month or more before Mirai has Capsule Corporation in his hands. “I'm surprised that we don't have a war going on,” I wonder. “Though, it might be happening somewhere. And there're probably plenty of riots.”

 

Mirai nods. “Yeah, that supermarket was hell.” He sits down next to me, opposite my father. Mirai's eye and chin are successfully healing but he doesn't want to risk another outburst.

 

“You should grow your hair back,” Mirai suddenly says to me.

 

I blink. So the topic about hair is not over yet… “No way.”

 

“Why did you cut it? You looked cute with that lot of hair while a child,” he teases me, shoveling the stew into his mouth.

 

“I looked like a raccoon,” I snort at him. “I don't like long hair.”

 

Mirai pulls at several strands of his lavender hair and looks at it. “You don't?”

 

“Your hair is fine,” I roll my eyes. “But mine is all bushy and spiky. It looks awful if longer than ten centimeters. I look like a stack of hay then.”

 

Mirai lets go of his hair. “Don't know, for me it looked normal. Though, the Gohan I knew never had it long either.”

 

“Told you,” I nod. Suddenly I'm very curious. “And actually are we very different?” I ask.

 

Mirai shakes his head. “No, you are very similar. Though, I was only a kid when he was killed.”

 

Damn. I didn't want Mirai to get sad. I look at my father who now is very interested in his thirty-centimeter long spikes. He tugs at his black spikes again. His hair is fine. It stays like that all the time. If cut, it grows back to its original length and shape but never longer. Mirai's and mine grow all the time like that of common humans.

 

“Actually, do you need glasses?” Trunks asks me again. “I saw a picture of the whole family in your grandfather's house. You wore glasses.”

 

“No, I don't need glasses,” I sigh. Actually it's a very silly story. “I didn't listen to Bulma and went into a med centre in the city when I was passing health check for my driver's license. The doctor went into hysterics when I saw more than I was supposed to see. He got his pal to check on me, so then I tried to undo the mess I made, and chose not to see several lines on the board. It appeared that it was a bit too much less. After some stupid procedures that made my eyes hurt I had a prescription for glasses and a stamp on my driver license stating that I need to drive with glasses.”

 

Mirai scratches his head. “Clear.” He finishes his plate and gets up to fill it again. He has a great appetite. I think he eats even more than my father used to eat before Datano happened to Earth.

 

“Actually I noticed that your grandfather is a very rich man,” Mirai turns to me. “I suppose if needed, you could always borrow some money from him.”

 

Ah. Mirai is thinking about a backup plan. “Well, yes. He would lend me some if I asked,” I agree. “Though, without a good reason I'm not going to do it.”

 

“Of course,” Trunks sits back at the table. “But there will be a very good reason. It's actually your own plan, and we will really need some money to carry this off.”

 

I know that I'm glaring at him. “You yourself know that it's the most important thing right now!”

 

“Yes, I know, and you don't need to shout at me,” Mirai calmly shovels more food into his mouth. He swallows. “And I know that to realize the plan we'll need it. We will need to eat something while in the city, we will need to use the city transport, we will need to pay rent. I don't think it would be a good idea to simply take off out of the Capsule Corporation subdivision roof and go to our capsule house.”

 

I growl. Actually I have nothing to oppose. He's completely right. “So why the fuck didn't you say anything when we were at my grandfather's house?! Now I'll have to go back!”

 

Mirai shakes his head. “No, you don't need to. I already have the money. I didn't want to tell you then, but your grandfather himself asked if we are in need of it, and I accepted his help.”

 

I continue to glare and growl at Mirai.

 

My father is watching us over the top of his juice glass. Goku is a little tense, and I stop growling at Mirai. My father somehow never was able to read messages of intonation, scent messages or body language. Goku has the keenest senses of us all but somehow he can't understand what the messages mean. He either doesn't notice the messages at all or most messages he interprets the same as Humans do: if I growl, it doesn't matter what tone I use, for him it means a threat. If I hiss - again - it means a threat. And he completely fails at interpreting body language. I can shout at someone with my fists clenched, but if my scent doesn't switch from angered and annoyed to an aggressive or a threatening one, it doesn't mean a thing - I won't attack the person I'm shouting at.

 

Mirai, though, can read the messages perfectly, and calmly continues to eat the stew. Actually Mirai has much keener senses than mine. I glare at him again. “You should have told me.”

 

Mirai sighs. “Probably, but I wasn't sure if you'd start flouncing about and refuse the money we need so much. Now, as we are away, it doesn't matter.”

 

I snort at him. Though, I don't protest. As the leader of the pack, Mirai had a right to do it. If my grandfather himself suggested giving the money, Mirai, seeing that the pack needs it, had a right to take it without my knowledge.

 

“He gave me fifty thousand,” Mirai says, raising his head and looking at me. “I swear I won't misuse it.”

 

Now I roll my eyes at him. “No, I know that you won't. I trust you, but you simply should have told me.”

 

Mirai seems to be relieved. It seems that he really thought that I'd start flouncing about. He takes the last spoonful from his plate then pushes it away.

 

“Okay, next time I'll tell you,” he smiles.

 

I just snort.

 

After the meal we repeat our action plan again then, after several hours, go to sleep.

 

As soon as I enter the bathroom to take a shower there's a silent knock. Mirai shuts the bathroom door behind him. I frown a little; he seems to be uncomfortable. What the fuck, has he done more? I nervously wait for him to start talking.

 

Mirai finally looks at me. And then again coughs nervously. “Gohan,” he finally says. I see a faint blush start coloring his cheeks. What the hell is going on?

 

He squirms. “I know that it's not exactly my business and such, but…” He looks at me expectantly.

 

What the hell am I supposed to say? Have no idea what he's talking about.

 

“Well, you have been sick lately. And a bit aggressive,” he adds. He again looks at me expecting something.

 

“And?” I ask.

 

He looks completely lost. “Well, I wanted to ask if you aren't a little pregnant,” he squirms again.

 

I stare at him until that absurd sentence registers somewhere in my head. I stare at him not blinking. “Pregnant?” I snort then. I push past him to the door. Hell, I have much better things to do than listen to this silly joke.

 

“So you aren't?” I hear him sigh in relief behind my back.

 

“Trunks,” I turn to him. “It's not funny at all.”

 

Now he's staring at me. Why the fuck is he staring at me like that?

 

“Have you slept with another man lately?” he then asks out of the blue.

 

I choke. I can bet that my eyes are as wide as saucers. I close my open mouth. “W-what?” I stutter. “N-no…”

 

Mirai is deep pink now but he seems to be deadly serious too. His eyes got a shade darker and face stronger features. His scent changed from a deranged to a determined one.

 

“Has you father ever told you about the pregnancy?” he asks me then.

 

“Mom's pregnancy?” I blink at him completely confused. Why the hell did he start with that pregnancy at all? “No.” I want to ask if he meant when mom was pregnant with me or Goten, but he's first to talk.

 

“No,” Mirai shakes his head. He seems to have difficulties with expressing himself. “I mean…well…” He then surprises my by letting out a deep growl that tells of sheer annoyance. “Can't believe he didn't tell you!”

 

“Tell me what?” I don't understand anything at all. “I didn't ask him to tell me anything.”

 

“Saiyan males can conceive,” Trunks says then. “I'm not sure about all demi-Saiyans. But I'm able too, and Gohan from my timeline was able too. So logically you also are able.

 

I smile at him. He isn't laughing. My smile fades. Suddenly I don't feel very well. I lean on the wall. “You…are serious?” I stare at him.

 

Mirai nods. “Yes, I'm very serious. And I'll ask again if lately you had…sexual intercourse with another male?”

 

I weakly shake my head. “No. No, I hadn't.” I just slide down the wall. Some news…

 

“Are you okay?” Trunks squats beside me.

 

“Not really,” I mutter. I close my eyes and try to deeply breathe. My eyes fly open in shock as I feel Mirai's hand on my stomach. “What the fuck you're doing?” I push him away from me. I suddenly don't feel secure anymore while sitting on the floor, while my current body position is lower than his. I shakily get up.

 

“Shhh. Calm down,” Mirai approaches me again. “I just want to be sure.”

 

“Sure of what?” I snap at him. “I told you I haven't slept with anyone!”

 

Mirai falters. “Datano…I found you unconscious… Though, clothes were… Might be…a God…”

 

I think I'll throw up.

 

“N-no,” I shake my head. “Can't be. No.” This time I let Trunks do what he wants, and he presses his palm to my stomach. I just want to flounce around and scream in panic. I think in the end it's exactly what I do and I feel my back being pressed into the wall while Trunks tries to keep me in place.

 

Suddenly Trunks loosens his grip on me, and I almost fall over. He's smiling. I don't think that I understand what it means.

 

“It's okay,” he sighs. “You probably are simply overstressed.”

 

Mirai's voice fades away somewhere. I hear him call my name but I just black out. I think I'll kill Mirai after I regain consciousness.

 

XXXXX

 

“Gohan?”

 

“Ghmmm?” I mutter something. I'm still half-asleep, my head in a warm daze.

 

“Get up, it's nine o'clock already, and we still need to have breakfast.”

 

I yawn then my mouth locks. “Trunks!” I sit up in bed, throwing the covers away. “You almost gave me a heart-attack yesterday!”

 

Trunks smiles sheepishly. He approaches my bed. “Sorry. I just was very worried when you began throwing up. I didn't want to scare you so much.”

 

“And how the hell would you react if someone told you that you were impregnated with the child of some demented demon that killed your family?!” I hiss.

 

Mirai waves his hands against him in defense. “But I didn't say that you were pregnant. I just said that you might be.”

 

“You could have found another way!” I angrily get up. Hell, I fainted after he told me!

 

“What way?” Mirai snorts then back at me. “To grope you while you're sleeping or what? I just wanted to be sure. It's not my fault your father didn't bother with telling you about the pregnancy.”

 

Mirai's tone is reconciling, but he isn't going to accept last night as a mistake. Damn him.

 

“Fine,” I just snort. A good way to start a day. I angrily push past him. I gasp as Mirai grabs my arm.

 

“Will you calm down for a moment?”

 

He's still holding my arm. I wrench it from his grasp but stay. There's no need to flounce about - Mirai can sense anyway that I'm more frustrated than angry. I'm frustrated about learning all this from Mirai and not my father.

 

“Don't tell him anything,” Mirai softly asks me. “No need to complicate things.”

 

I gaze at his blue eyes for some time then just nod. His calm behavior also calms me down. He's right. I turn to go to the bathroom. “Damn, when you asked me if I hadn't slept with a man lately…” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I thought it's either me or that you are nuts…”

 

“Sorry,” Mirai follows me outside. “I didn't want to interfere in your…life.”

 

“It's okay,” I shake my head. “I'm glad that it was only a false alarm.”

 

Suddenly Mirai's arms wrap around my waist and tug me back to him. I'm thrown off balance, and manage only gasp before my back presses to Mirai's chest. Is he trying to check if I'm not pregnant again?!

 

“I'm sorry for yesterday,” Trunks whispers into my ear. “If I had known how to make it different, I really would have.”

 

Trunks is silent. He doesn't let go of me, but as his scent isn't threatening at all, I'm not trying to push him away; it just confuses me a little. Though, after several moments I understand. I shift in his arms trying to face him. I hear his breathing hitch, and he squeezes me tighter. All the time I've been whining about me and my problems. Trunks has been taking care of me and my father. Mirai was listening to my problems and helping me to recover. And I have never asked Mirai how he felt or if he needed help with something. I have never asked.

 

“It's okay,” I brush over his arm trying to calm him down; his scent is filled with nervousness. “I'm not angry. You should have shut me up long time ago,” I mutter. “I'm sorry I was such a fucked up friend.” I turn around as he finally lets me. Mirai is crying. He presses to me.

 

“I can't forget that,” he sobs out onto my shoulder then. “When I saw her…”

 

“It's okay,” I stroke his hair. I always wondered how one could talk such nonsense, and now I'm doing it myself. I think it's simply because there are situations when we can't change anything, but still want it to be better somehow.

 

I guide him to sit down on the bed. I guess that he's talking about his mother. I want him to let it all out. He's pressed to me shaking with sobs. I have let my grief and despair out on him: I beat him, I shouted at him. And Mirai kept it all in. For him it hadn't been any easier than for me: his mother died, he had to run away leaving his home and the whole planet for that freak. He came too late to save us, he once again buried Bulma. He buried himself, children and his comrades, and Vegeta is gone; we can't find him either dead or alive. Mirai always was fond of Vegeta, Mirai thought of him as his true father.

 

“Hey, boys!” Goku's voice echoes in the house. “Are you coming or I can eat your share?”

 

Yes. We have no idea where Vegeta is or if he's alive at all, and there's my father and me whisking to and fro before Mirai's eyes. And I have never asked.

 

“We're coming,” I shout back, but I doubt that we'll move soon.

 

I press my cheek to Mirai's. “I promise that that freak will be killed. You can be sure of that. If my father isn't able to go to your timeline to kill the bastard, I'll go. As soon as my wrist…” Mirai cuts me off by violently shaking me by my shoulders.

 

“No!” He shakes me again. “You will die there!” His pupils are wide, tears streaming down his face. I think he remembered his tutor's death.

 

I think I'm going to burst into tears too. It's just too…much.

 

We hold onto each other for dear life. After several minutes Mirai begins to calm down. His sobs lessen and quiet until he's only loudly hiccupping. Trunks is almost sitting on my lap, his head pressed to my chest. I remember many nights when Goten came to me looking for comfort. Only this time I can't make it any better.

 

I find Trunk's scent comforting. It reminds me of some citrus fruit. The scent is very light, but very pleasant. Vegeta used to smell of citrus. But his scent was much stronger, that of a full-blooded Saiyan and completely maturated male.

 

“Do you know that you smell of chestnut?” suddenly Mirai asks me.

 

I know that I'm smiling. “Yeah, Goten once told me.”

 

“Hey you two!” my father's voice wafts again. “Come and eat!”

 

“Let's go,” Mirai lets go of me. “We have plenty things to do today.” He gets up then blushes. “Sorry,” with his palm he tries to wipe his tears and snot off my chest.

 

I just push him away. “I was going to take a shower anyway. Yesterday I went to sleep unexpectedly early,” I tease him. “Go to sit with my father until I get to the kitchen.”

 

Mirai gives me a strange blue-eyed glance then loudly hiccups.

 

XXXXX

 

As soon as we enter the Capsule Corp. subdivision building, three security guards come over and nicely great us. Well, yes, three brawny guys without any identification cards don't look very trustworthy. Even if we are wearing Armani. Oh well, on our way to my grandfather's we made a nocturnal visit to some exclusive fashion house.

 

I look at Mirai who steps forward and starts talking the nonsense we learned by heart. Mirai looks good in a black suit and black shoes. White ironed shirt's collar, without any reproaches, is smoothed out and lies perfectly against the suit. Elegant lavender ponytail tied up with a black band looks very nice. Several lavender hair-strands falling over deep blue eyes makes Mirai look charming. Mirai indeed has very handsome features. If I were a girl, probably I'd be lying at Mirai's feet.

 

I still can see the faint marks of my father's fist under Mirai's left eye.

 

We, my father and me, are wearing suits too. I think we must look like Mirai's bodyguards. Though, actually we are here to keep company for Mirai and testify to everything he says. I doubt very much if Bulma ever mentioned the Son's surname in her testament, but if she did, it would be a good chance. Though, yeah, neither I, nor my father has any of our identity testifying documents. Everything was lost.

 

We are led into a small, nice room, seated down and asked to wait for the Capsule Corporation current president. Okay. They already have a new president. I shouldn't be so surprised.

 

A secretary brings us coffee and some cookies. I ask for tea. Hate coffee.

 

We don't need to wait long. After ten minutes the same secretary that brought us tea and coffee, and two other security men come in and lead us to an elevator.

 

The elevator comes to a halt on the tenth floor and we are led to the very end of a corridor. During the journey through the building we haven't seen anything at all except that waiting room, the elevator and this corridor. All the doors are closed with security codes and there are only several employees straying around.

 

The door to the boss's office opens and we enter. The security and the secretary leave, and the doors are closed behind us.

 

The suite is huge. It's very light; all blinds are raised. Teak desk. Leather furniture. A dark-wood conference table and a small worktable are at the other end of the office. A filled bookcase is standing next to the worktable. Nice light blue tapestry and soft brownish carpet. Several huge plants and paintings. Luxury.

 

Two men are standing at the huge window. I'm a bit surprised - I expected the president to be older, and neither of the two men is older than thirty. I wonder which of them is the president. One has straight white hair that reaches almost to his waist and blue eyes the same color as Mirai's. His face is oval, half-covered with the long white hair-strands. His eyebrows are white color too. He's wearing a dark blue suit; the narrow-waisted jacket is unbuttoned. The snow-white shirt perfectly matches his hair. The man's lips are thin; he's smiling at us.

 

The second one is even more impressive: red-haired and yellow-eyed man. He looks a little older than his snow-haired friend. The straight, thin and raven-black brows give him a bit tougher look than his friend or colleague's. He is wearing a white straight suit. He's a little taller and brawnier than the other. His long, slightly curling red hair is tied up with a yellow bandanna, with both ends loosely hanging behind his back.

 

“Ah,” the snow-haired youth smiles even wider at Mirai, “nowadays children grow up so fast.” He approaches Mirai. “I'm Tanako Eriava, the president of Capsule Corporation, or what's left of it,” he extends his delicate hand for Trunks to shake. I'm almost dazzled by a two-carat diamond on Mr. Tanako's middle finger.

 

Mr. Tanako lets go of Trunk's hand and turns to his colleague that already is standing at his side. “Let me introduce you to the vice-president and my good friend, Kuriati Ranuku.”

 

Kuriati politely shakes Mirai's hand then moves back to stand at his snow-haired friend's side. Interesting how these two became the heads of Capsule Corporation.

 

Tanako's blue eyes then attach to my father and me.

 

Mirai flashes the perfect smile back to Tanako, “They are my friends, Goku and Gohan Sons.”

 

“Sons?” Tanako extends his hand for my father to shake. I notice a yellow diamond on the other hand. This one might be not as expensive as the one he has on his right hand but the yellow diamond suspiciously matches Mr. Kuriati's fancy colored eyes.

 

“It's a surname,” I shake Mr. Tanako's hand. I have already had plenty of misunderstandings with my surname in my short life.

 

“Let's move to more comfortable surroundings,” Mr. Tanako gives me a dazzling smile that again almost blinds me, and ushers us to the leather couch and chairs. A small table is in the middle of the recliners and couch. On the table there's already a steaming kettle full of hot water for coffee. And some chocolate. Love chocolate.

 

We all sit down, except Mr. Tanako who's standing at the table. Mr. Tanako takes one of the cups and fills it with coffee. “Sugar?” he asks Mirai.

 

“Yes, one teaspoon,” Mirai nods.

 

Mr. Tanako stirs the small white cup that is ornamented with red cranes. I think its china. Probably expensive as hell. Though, I'm really not a specialist.

 

Mr. Tanako gives the cup with a small white saucer to Mirai. He asks what my father wants, but Goku refuses to drink at all.

 

Mr. Tanako takes another cup. “Heard that Mr. Son Gohan prefers tea. A very wise choice,” he gives me that dazzling perfect-teeth-smile of his. “Coffee is a drug,” he flashes the same smile to Mirai. “What tea would you like?” Mr. Tanako turns back to me.

 

“Just call me Gohan,” I flash a smile back at him. Maybe it's not so perfect and isn't dazzling, but he started to annoy me. “Black tea, one cube of sugar. Thank you.”

 

Mr. Tanako brushes his snow-colored hair behind his ear, but the shortest strands slide back over his right eye. He gives me an even sweeter smile. He makes a cup of tea and gives it to me. Actually it tastes very nice.

 

They both sit down opposite us. Both presidents drink green tea.

 

“So, Mr. Briefs Vegeta Trunks,” Mr. Tanako starts as soon as he takes a sip of his green tea, “you are claiming to be who you are. Of course we'll need some proof. Especially having in mind that last time I checked, Briefs Vegeta Trunks was a small twelve-year-old boy.”

 

“Ah, we can explain that, Mr. Tanako,” I smile oh so very sweetly at him.

 

“Just call me Eriava,” the snow-haired man smiles back at me. “And how would you like to explain this, Gohan?”

 

“Ms Bulma Vegeta Briefs had been manipulating the part of genes that are responsible for a parent's influence on his child's growth. She kept the samples in her laboratory at home. At the time that Datano struck and the Capsule Corporation building started to collapse, Trunks had been in the same laboratory Ms Briefs kept her samples. Several glass containers were damaged and through several cuts, wounds and abrasions on Trunk's skin, the solution was absorbed into his bloodstream which induced this “phenomena” you see before your eyes. As you see, the project was very successful,” I innocently smile at Eriava after my long tirade.

 

“Have never heard about such a project,” Eriava looks at me with those blue eyes of his.

 

“Well, Ms. Briefs was an owner of Capsule Corporation and wasn't supposed to report her every step to anyone,” I say after sipping my tea. “I assure you that everything I say is true, and that Mr. Briefs Vegeta Trunks is who he's claiming to be. You only need his blood sample and retina scan. And we wish to look at Ms Bulma Vegeta Briefs' testament. A copy for now will be just fine. And we would like to get a list of all working subdivisions of Capsule Corporation. And if you managed to organize the tests to ascertain Mr. Briefs Vegeta Trunks' identity for today, I would be grateful forever.”

 

Eriava's eyes turn so blue that now they are almost black. “Alright,” he smiles at me then turns to Trunks who nods confirming my request. “Mr. Kuriati, please call the secretary and ask to bring the copy of Ms. Briefs' testament and the information he asked. Get all the information we have on Mr. Briefs Vegeta Trunks, and ask to prepare one of the laboratories for a person's identification. ”

 

The red-haired vice-president stands up and walks past us to the desk, picks up the phone and makes the call. After several minutes the same brunette secretary brings us the testaments and two paper cases filled with documents. I take them, and, after studying the testament for several minutes, I know that seventy percent of Capsule Corporation shares belong to Trunks. The most of what these two current presidents can own can be only twenty percent, because my father owns the other ten. I pass the testament to Trunks and take the other documents. We have three subdivisions left in Japan, two in America, two in Italy, three in France, one in Russia and one in Australia. Not bad at all.

 

I pass the documents to Trunks. We will have to take everything with us home and thoroughly study without those blue and yellow eyes intently watching us.

 

“Of course you are already trying to get to our old clients and restore the lost connections,” Mirai says to Eriava after skimming through the documents. “I'd like to get the lists of our most important clients, and all the Capsule Corporation shareholders, and an account of what the Corporation has been doing for the last two years.”

 

“I see the growing also included your mental abilities,” Eriava smiles at Trunks. “Of course,” he nods then. “My secretary will have all the needed documents at your disposal. After we're certain that you are who you are claiming to be,” he adds, brushing his long snow-white hair behind his ear.

 

“Thank you,” Mirai politely smiles at him.

 

I lean over to take the chocolate from the red dish that is standing on the table. I can smell that this is my favorite - milk chocolate. I take a small bit of it, put it into my mouth and lick my fingers. Eriava gives me a strange smile; have never seen a person with so many variations of smiles.

 

“Like the chocolate?” Eriava asks me. “It's imported from Germany, the finest quality. Sadly Mr. Kuriati doesn't share my passion for chocolate; I think that chocolate is the most sensual food.”

 

I raise my brow at Eriava while still sucking on the chocolate piece in my mouth. Maybe he's right, I heard that somewhere too. “Can I have more tea?” I ask, handing my cup to Eriava. As a lover of chocolate he must understand that the sweetness in my mouth is begging to be washed off.

 

“Well, of course,” he nods, extending his hand to take the cup from me. I get confused as, instead of taking the cup, Eriava's fingers enclose mine and the contact is really longer than necessary. “You have some chocolate left,” Eriava says then. “Here,” his fingers brush over mine again to indicate the spot.

 

I frown at him not understanding, as he still doesn't take the cup. And then Eriava's scent slaps me in my face: he's aroused. Aroused as hell.

 

I know that I'm gaping. I let go of the damn cup as if it were burning my fingers and almost jump back. Eriava gives me an amused smirk and sets to filling the cup.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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