Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Hello, MaraiTrunks! Glad you liked. Have fun!

 

Hello, NewFan! Yep, you are the only one who reviews every chapter, you must really like it, hahaha Glad you do, I'm really glad. It's a strange and emotional story - I put my entire heart into it, sadly people rarely appreciate such things.

The two guys are freaky? Ah…badly sexy and insistently sluttish you meant? Oh yeah. They are. Our pure and innocent Gohan has better to watch his ass.

Actually I think that Mirai was quite tactful - I don't exactly imagine how he could have said that differently. You should have in mind that he thought that Gohan knows all about the pregnancy. Later, when he saw that it wasn't the case, there was no way to retreat.

Hope you'll like this chapter too.

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not getting any profit for 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 achillona

 

Part 5

 

Maybe I jump back from Eriava too quickly because Trunks turns to see what I got so excited about. I lower my eyes to stare at my hands that are folded on my lap. I feel my cheeks burn. I have never encountered such a situation before. Eriava's arousal scent is clear in the air, and I don't know how to react to this.

 

“Your tea, Gohan,” Eriava hands the porcelain cup with red cranes to me.

 

“Thank you,” my father suddenly reaches over and takes the cup from Eriava. I think that I can't be much redder. My father noticed the scent Eriava is giving off. Sure he has, he has the keenest senses of us all.

 

I take the cup from my father. At least now I have something to occupy me and don't need to look at Eriava's content smirk. What's he so happy about, anyway?

 

I silently sip my tea while trying to look everywhere but at Eriava.

 

“I wonder how you got to Takara so fast,” Mr. Kuriati shifts closer to Eriava. “From Capsule Corp. and Takara is a long way. You got here very fast,” he sips his green tea.

 

I leave this for Mirai to explain, which he does and with a very good imagination.

 

“Could I ask where are you staying at the moment?” Mr. Kuriati smiles at Trunks.

 

“We just came here,” I say. “We still haven't had time to book a hotel.”

 

“Ah. Armani is well known as a good traveling dress,” Eriava brushes his snow-colored hair behind his right ear. He smiles at me. Damn, he sees through me. “Don't worry,” Eriava watches me over the top of his cup while sipping the tea, “for Capsule Corporation expenses you can book the best hotel in the city. I'll take care of that. Of course, if you are who you're claiming to be…” he adds.

 

I want to growl at him. Just to warn him. But he's a Human.

 

“This is very happy news, Mr. Briefs, that you survived,” Eriava turns to Trunks. “It's just a real miracle; very sad, but as far as I saw in the pictures, there's nothing left of the Capsule Corporation building.”

 

“I was very lucky to get away from the building before the main blasts struck,” Mirai gives him the same dazzling smile back. And how does he manage this?

 

“You must've run very fast,” Eriava smiles back at him. “The diameter of the blast is four hundred kilometers.”

 

I almost spray my tea over my Armani. Well, we haven't considered how to answer this one.

 

“Yes, I was always first in long distance at school, hold the record for the fastest time,” Mirai seems to be completely unfazed.

 

Luckily I still haven't had time to sip from my cup again, because this time I'd really have sprayed everything out.

 

“Mr. Tanako,” the secretary calls though the phone. “The laboratory is ready for the identity check.”

 

Mr. Kuriati gets up from his warm nest next to Eriava and goes to the desk. He presses the answering button. “Thank you Miss Tao. We'll be down soon.”

 

Across the table Eriava looks at the three of us smiling. “Well, it seems that everything is arranged.” He gets up indicating that it's time to go.

 

I drink the last drop of my tasty tea and get up. I feel my eyes widen slightly as somehow Eriava ends up standing next to me. I can almost feel him breathing on my neck. His scent is thick, and I blush again.

 

We are led into the same elevator we used before. This time we leave the elevator on the third floor.

 

The laboratory is huge. There are no windows only lamps on the ceiling. But they are really light.

 

With interest I observe several containers and receptacles that are filled with some liquid. I'd really like to know what's in them. I walk over to read the small notes that are stuck to them. Ah. I retreat farther away from them. One is filled with HIV virus, another with Herpes virus. Have no wish to touch any of them. Even if they are sealed in unbreakable containers.

 

People are busying themselves around us: some are standing at the containers that I just observed and are reading the screens with data; others are sitting at their tables and reading something in their computers or typing. Overall there are about fifteen white dressed people in the room. One of them rushes forward to meet us and leads us to one of the free tables. He switches the computer on. Trunks sits down at the table, and the employer then opens the drawer and takes a new packed needle.

 

“Please, your arm,” Eriava flashes his perfect teeth at Trunks, suggesting he roll up his sleeve.

 

Trunks does that, and, after the cellophane is completely removed from the needle, Trunks extends his arm for him. The employer looks for the vein and inserts the needle into Trunks' flesh.

 

There is a loud bump somewhere. “Fuck,” I curse after turning around. And how could I have forgotten that my father is afraid of needles?! “Is there some room where he could rest?” I ask after observing Goku. He's completely fine. He only fainted.

 

“Yes,” Eriava nods. He motions for one of his employees. “You, lead them to one of the guest's room,” he says to a brunette woman. He turns then back and brushes his snow-colored hair behind his ear. “Your brother is a bit sensitive, isn't he?” he asks me then.

 

I almost drop Goku from my arms. I softly laugh then. “He's my father, not my brother.” I can see surprise clearly written on Eriava's face. Well, yeah, my father looks the same age as I do. Saiyan physiology. Though, of course I'm not going to explain this to Eriava.

 

“You should definitely take his blood-sample while he's unconscious,” Trunks says. He smiles then at Eriava. “As far as I saw a tenth of the shares belong to the Son family. I think that my mother was a very clever woman, and there should be some records that will prove the identity of these two men, or at least that of Son Goku. I'd like to deal with this as fast as its humanly possible,” he politely nods at Eriava.

 

I think Eriava is almost matching his friend's hair now. But his anger disappears in a smile.

 

“Of course,” he motions for the employee to take the sample.

 

I hold my father until the employee takes some of his blood.

 

“You are a very athletic man, Gohan,” Eriava suddenly smiles at me.

 

I move away from him just in case he decided to feel my biceps. But then I realize why he said that - damn - I have been holding my father in my arms for five minutes, and anyone can see that Goku isn't as light as a feather.

 

“Err…yeah…” I smile back at him. “I used to lift weights at school.”

 

“Was it the same school Mr. Briefs was taught to run so fast?” Eriava smiles at me while brushing his hair behind his back. He moves closer to me.

 

“It was a school for gifted children,” Mirai grins at him, flexing his arm. Damn. Trunks' scent suddenly switches to almost…playful...dangerous? What the hell…? Even I suddenly feel uncomfortable when Trunks' canines glisten. They are longer than any Human's, and it's obvious that Eriava and his red-haired friend must have noticed that. “Mr. Tanako, keep your hands off my subjects,” Trunks' sharp canines dangerously glisten again. “Gohan, take your father to the guest room and come back here,” he then orders.

 

Ah. Mirai again got into the pack leader's role. I just nod and follow the woman that leads me through the laboratory then through the corridor and into the elevator. While in the elevator I suddenly don't think that it's wise to leave my unconscious father alone. Even if no one tried to harm him, he might freak out after waking up alone in unknown surroundings. Though, before doing as I wish I need to inform Mirai.

 

After we are led into the same room that we were in while waiting to be called in, I lay my father on one of the sofas. I ask the employee to tell Trunks that I'll stay with my father until he wakes up. I disobey to the orders of the leader, but Mirai himself would agree with me. Though, that won't keep me from getting my ass kicked in the evening.

 

My father starts coming round after fifteen minutes. At first he panics but then, as I sit down next to him, my scent calms him down. He lies for some time with his eyes closed then sits up.

 

“I fainted,” he says then. He looks surprised. I wonder why.

 

“Yeah, you did,” I sigh. “Sorry, forgot to mention that taking a blood sample will involve needles.”

 

Goku shivers even at the word. Have never seen anyone with such strong phobia. Though, probably there are plenty people who are afraid of knives, of height, of cars, of apples and hell knows what more.

 

“Let's go to Trunks,” I say then. “I don't trust leaving him with those two.”

 

“I won't need to give any blood, will I?” my father asks, worried.

 

“No, they already took it while you were unconscious,” I calm him down.

 

“What?!” he springs up. “And you let them?!”

 

Whoops.

 

“Father, we need to get at least some identity. We don't have any passports or any other documents - for now we can only trust Bulma's database. It's probably the only one database that is acknowledged everywhere in the entire world and it could help us to restore our identity without too much fuss. Besides, it was Trunks' order,” I patiently explain.

 

My father frowns at that. I know that he doesn't like the new leadership. I'm not sure why. Of course, Goku wasn't involved in the raising of Mirai's candidature for leader and didn't accept it officially, but I don't understand why he would be against Mirai; Mirai seems the best choice to me.

 

“Gohan,” Goku's voice doesn't sound very pleased, “I don't like that pack-thing. I don't understand why you gave way to Trunks' wishes.”

 

So this is what it's all about - Goku doesn't even want to accept any structure or hierarchy. It's not that he doesn't like Mirai, it's just that he doesn't like the thought about a pack. Though, we three all know that practically Trunks' leadership would concern only me - if Goku doesn't accept it, Trunks is powerless to make him. Though, I don't see any reason to refuse the structure - for me it seems a very natural thing. Maybe that's the answer - my father doesn't feel the instinctual need for it? But this I can't understand at all because we all always have considered Goku as the pack leader. When Goku was gone…well…when he was gone we used to have several structures, several packs. Goten and I were one, and I was responsible for my family and everything that concerned it; and Capsule Corporation was another one, where Vegeta did everything what he wanted. Vegeta never challenged me for the right because he knew that even if he got the power over me, his status would be an empty one - as soon as my father returned, Vegeta would loose his leadership anyway.

 

“Actually it wasn't Trunks who suggested it,” I shake my head. “We needed a leader, and I saw the only person who was worth it.”

 

My father's face contorts in anger. “So you are saying that you yourself suggested this idiotic thing?! You submitted to Trunks simply like that?! He even doesn't have half of your power!”

 

I'm a little worried now. I didn't think he would start flouncing like that over this. “We need brains and experience, power is useless now. Trunks had been taking care of us anyway,” I oppose. I just don't understand why he's so angry. “Father,” I try again, “maybe a pack for you associates only with hierarchy and you feel jammed and misused, but for me it associates with stability and safety and I feel needed and protected.”

 

My father gives me a look that can only be described as a pure horror. He doesn't understand my reasoning. I don't think that we can find common ground with each other on this matter. He simply thinks that I just willingly refused my freedom. And for me it's the opposite - I feel much freer while in the pack. I don't think that I'll manage to explain that to him.

 

“We'll talk about this later,” I wave that off finally. “You didn't accept Trunks as a leader, so to hell with it; there's no need to be so stressed - he'd be a suicidal fool if he tried to make you by force.”

 

“It's not me I'm worried about,” Goku snorts at me.

 

Just great. As I'm the only son left, now I'll get all of my daddy's concern.

 

“I'm going to Trunks,” I say then. I don't want to argue over this.

 

Goku frowns but follows me.

 

We enter the laboratory we have been in before, and I just can smell Trunks' annoyance. Though, there's a good deal of amusement.

 

“Their program can't identify me,” Trunks rolls his eyes at me. He's sitting on a chair, not far away from the computer.

 

“Oh really?” I ask, greatly amused too. For a short time I wonder why the two mannequins still didn't throw us out of the building, but after noticing Eriava wink at me, I think I know. I just want to get out from here. “Let me see,” I push the worker out of the seat. I look over the program they're using, the connections. I lean back in the seat. “Oh well, if you tried to delete the prepared mould you use for comparing with Trunks' data you have in your data bank, I can bet it would work.”

 

“So can we solve this between the five of us, or do we need to take this to court?” Mirai smiles at Eriava. “Either you enter my analysis or we can come with the order. Sure it will take much longer, but even you must know that you can't delete or change any data my mother saved in the information bank. And I'm the only person who knows the codes,” Mirai brightens his smile.

 

“That you learned at school too?” Eriava motions at me then the computer. His eyes are so blue that they are black now. He's still smiling.

 

“No,” I smile at him. “This I learned after six years of studying mathematics and computer science in Oxford. Masters degree,” I wink back at him.

 

I see that Eriava looks a bit startled.

 

“As far as I know you're twenty two years old,” Eriava looks a bit unsure.

 

“Well, as I went to the school for gifted children…” I hear Trunks snigger, “…they accepted me even before I finished the school.” This is complete bullshit, but I had had enough of this. Either they stop loitering about or I'll fucking blast the two of them to hell.

 

After thirty minutes we three are matched to the Capsule Corporation data bank and have signed all the needed papers to testify that we are who we are. The documents for taking over Capsule Corporation are going to be ready tomorrow, and we three happily leave the building. As we refused the insistent Eriava's pressing upon getting a hotel for us, we head to the centre to find one. I just don't want the bastard to know where we live; he can simply explode the hotel in that fury we have left him in.

 

After twenty minutes of walking, we choose a hotel that looks more or less okay and enter it. It appears that they have only one free room. With double bed and one normal. I want to leave, but Mirai asks the receptionist for a phonebook.

 

“Where the hell did you get it from?” I blink at stylish mobile phone in Trunks' hand.

 

“Took it from Eriava's pocket,” Trunks shrugs while leafing through the yellow pages.

 

“You stole it?” I gape at Trunks. Though, then I don't understand why I'm so surprised - lately we behave badly.

 

“No, only borrowed,” Mirai grins at me. He starts typing the number in. “Tomorrow will put it back into his pocket. Promise.” He presses the phone to his ear.

 

After half an hour it appears that Mirai still didn't find any free rooms in the whole city. At least not in three star hotels. We are not aiming higher because we are afraid that Eriava and his faithful friend will find us; I want to get some decent sleep at night.

 

“People who lost their homes are running to the cities,” my father mutters. “Go to that receptionist and pay him now while we can or we'll have to sleep on the street or fly to look for a place to build our capsule house,” he pushes me to the receptionist.

 

“Trunks, put the phone down,” I say after approaching the receptionist. “Pay now or someone will get this room from under our nose.”

 

Mirai nods. He tosses the phone into his pocket “Yeah. Red Cross is putting people at the hotels. We won't find anything better.”

 

After paying an unbelievable amount of money for a three star hotel, we finally reach the room that is in the very top of the hotel, the fifth floor. I expect hell knows what, but after opening the door, it appears that it isn't bad at all: a big window with red curtains, white tapestry with some bluish flowers, a reddish carpet, two beds, a closet, a table, two chairs, a cupboard, a teakettle, several cups and spoons, teas and coffees, a small TV that I turn on immediately. It was so long ago when I watched TV. I hope we'll get some news about the situation in general. And there's a bathroom too. Good. I hated public bathrooms in the hostel I stayed in while studying.

 

I fall onto the double bed and sprawl on it. It is five o'clock and I feel tired and hungry like a wolf.

 

“Don't rumple your Armani,” Trunks laughs at me. “We'll still need it.”

 

I sigh. I'm too lazy to take it off.

 

“Come,” Mirai then reaches for me. “Will unbutton the shirt.”

 

I sit up. “Those two jackasses tired me out,” I complain then.

 

“Damn white-haired pervert,” Goku snorts.

 

I blush.

 

“You noticed too?” Mirai turns to Goku. “Hell, I thought he was going to eat you alive,” Trunks turns back to me.

 

I blush fiercer.

 

“How not to notice that?” Goku starts removing his suit too. “Any more time and I would have suffocated in that accursed scent of his.”

 

“Really?” Trunks' fingers suddenly tighten on my collar. “Hadn't noticed anything…”

 

“You sat farther,” Goku hangs his jacket in the closet. “Besides, your senses are not as keen.”

 

Mirai silently finishes unbuttoning my shirt then helps me to take it off. Then, with his help, I get rid of the trousers. Mirai opens the capsule with clothes and we all change. I need some help again.

 

“How is your wrist?” Mirai sits down next to me after finishing dressing himself.

 

I shrug. “It doesn't hurt anymore. But it's of no use yet.”

 

“Don't push it,” Mirai shakes his head. “Let it heal completely.”

 

“I'm hungry,” I don't want to talk about useless stuff. Mirai perfectly knows that I'm not going to use my hand until it heals. Don't know why he said that at all.

 

“Well, it's too late to get dinner in the hotel,” Mirai says. “We need to go out to the restaurant.”

 

I groan. I've had enough of contacts for today. “Could we simply buy something prepared? Fried chicken or something, anything, but I don't want to talk to anyone else today.” I know that I'm whining, but that doesn't stop me.

 

“Okay,” Trunks nods. “We simply can go to a shop and buy something.”

 

I'm relieved. I could endure a small walk. Though, I feel too lazy even for that. In fact, I feel completely drained. But it would be not fair if I waited and others brought the food to my bed.

 

“How are we going to share the beds?” I ask then. Though, most of the time I slept with my father in one bed anyway. But I really would like to sleep alone. I'm just not used to sleeping with someone else. I like to sprawl all over.

 

I blink as my father gives me a wide-eyed look. What the hell did I say? I look at him confused then I look at Mirai who is watching my father.

 

“Well, I'll sleep separately,” Trunks says then.

 

I want to start whining about wanting to sleep separately, but one glance at my father shuts me up. And what did I say?!

 

Ten minutes later we are walking to the nearest shop. We buy some ready made salad, two fried chickens, and plenty of French fries. Can't wait to eat it all and go to sleep.

 

While eating we watch TV, and I almost feel normal.

 

“It's so nice that Bulma left ten percent for you,” Mirai says between the bites on his chicken leg.

 

“Yes, now we need to think of how to get the last twenty from those mannequins,” I nod.

 

“Mannequins?” Mirai raises his head to look at me.

 

“Well, those two, Tanaka and Kuriati,” I explain.

 

“Nah, I know what you mean,” Mirai chuckles.

 

“I'm surprised that she even had my information in her data,” I wonder.

 

“Do you really have a master's degree in computer science?” Mirai asks me then.

 

I swallow the fries. “Yep, just got the sheepskin. Should be somewhere between the dust and the wind now. But, sure, I can get a copy. Though, the one in mathematics should still be in the university. Still need to get it.”

 

“Two?” Mirai looks at me in wonderment.

 

I laugh at that. Gosh, he really isn't the first to be surprised. “Well, it just means that I'm not so stupid after all,” I chuckle at him.

 

“I never said you were stupid,” Mirai quickly says.

 

To this I don't answer anything at all. Maybe he never said it, but sure he always thinks that. People always do. I am always seen as a silly deranged kid that manages only to blush. And it's only because I like a calmer lifestyle without rushing about and don't climb over other peoples' heads to get what I want. All of the Z team was sure that I had a screw loose because of that Saiyaman; my own father thinks that I'm a complete idiot. My brother too teased me about my passiveness. Videl finally left me in the end. Though, my mother never said anything. She was the only person that accepted me as I was. Sure, she always wanted that I would achieve more, but that concerned only study and knowledge.

 

“But I…”

 

I put my plate on the table and go to the bathroom. “I'm going to sleep.” I don't want to waste time talking about this.

 

When I come back after brushing my teeth and taking a shower, Mirai and Goku are watching some movie about aliens attacking the Earth. I think Datano wasn't enough fun for people. I watch Trunks and Goku watching the stupid movie then brush over my damp hair with the towel. Then I just raise my ki to dry my hair and slip under the covers. At first I toss and silently curse them for watching the idiotic movie, but then I don't even feel how I fall asleep.

 

I stir in a daze when the bed moves and my father climbs in, but the next second I'm asleep again.

 

I wake up from strange sounds. I blink in confusion, but it's silent again. I look at the window. It's morning already; the sun is shining.

 

Someone groans again.

 

I turn back to observe the room. And then I know that I'm red to my hair roots. Trunks. Trunks is having a wet dream. He's lying with his back to me, but it's pretty clear what's going on: his lower half is slowly moving in short circles; he's thrusting into the mattress. His back is bare, loose hair tousled all over his shoulders and the pillow, one hand tossed near his head, gripping on the pillow. I can't see where the other is.

 

Mirai stills for some time then shifts and moans again. I can feel his thick scent permitting the room. I get uncomfortable. I stare at Mirai's back while he tosses restlessly in the bed. His moans are becoming louder.

 

Then I feel my father stir. I don't turn around, but I can hear him sniffing the air. He grunts something then the bed shifts, and I see my father's black shoe fly through the air before it hits Trunks' back.

 

Trunks bolts up in the bed.

 

“Keep it down or go to the bathroom,” my father yawns. I feel him shift again and the soft snoring follows.

 

I see Trunks blink in confusion. Trunks looks at me not understanding anything. And then I see realization hit him. His face covers with a thick blush. Red-faced we stare at each other then I turn away from him.

 

XXXXX

 

I wake up after several hours. I'm alone in the room. For a moment I panic. I can't explain why. I just panic. I quickly get up to check the bathroom. No one. But before I could shoot through the door into the corridor, I smash headway into Mirai. He grabs me to prevent me skidding back into the room.

 

“And where are you going dressed like this?” he looks at my boxers surprised. He seats me on his bed.

 

A huge wave of relief washes over me and I can't even speak. I just feel good sitting here while Mirai is squatting at my side, while his familiar scent calms me down.

 

“Got scared?” Mirai asks me then. I wait for him to laugh at me, but he doesn't. “We went to the dining room to have breakfast,” he explains me. “Didn't want to wake you up. Goku is still eating. He said he would bring something for you too.”

 

“Good,” I brush wet hair-strands off my forehead. I woke up all drenched.

 

“Do you feel okay?” Mirai observes my face.

 

I nod. “Yeah. I think I just had a nightmare again.” Probably morningmare would be closer.

 

“At least you don't remember them,” Mirai sighs, sitting next to me.

 

“Some of them I remember,” I get up intending to go to the bathroom.

 

“Did you remember the fight with Datano?” Mirai asks me. For some reason he follows me into the bathroom.

 

“Not exactly,” I shake my head. “Just some small parts.” I turn to Trunks, indicating him to leave.

 

“Yesterday you disobeyed,” Trunks says then. His eyes turn stern.

 

Ah.

 

“Then punish me later,” I push him away from the bathroom. “Don't give me food or water or something, but if you won't go away right now, I'm gonna piss in my boxers.” I close the door in his wide-eyed face. Almost certainly I shouldn't talk to the leader of the pack like this, but I'm really gonna burst.

 

After I leave the bathroom Trunks is watching TV. He switches the TV off and turns to me.

 

“Well,” he starts, “first I wanted to say that I'm not going to starve you. And I'm not going to punish you with any other method either. I think that you chose wisely staying with your father.”

 

I feel the urge to roll my eyes at him. “I didn't disobey because I thought it would be great to disobey or tease you. I did that because I knew it was a better choice,” I say then.

 

“Yes, I know,” Mirai nods.

 

I stand next to him for some time not sure what to say.

 

“Go take a shower and dress,” Mirai turns back to the TV. He turns it back on. “Your father should come back with the food. You will eat, and then we'll see what to do. I don't think that the documents will be ready until noon.”

 

I nod and turn to go back into the bathroom.

 

“And I don't think that you are stupid,” Mirai says. “You are one of the most sensible and intelligent persons I have ever met,” he turns to look at me.

 

I turn away from him. I doubt that very much.

 

XXXXX

 

When we enter the Capsule Corporation building we can already feel and see everyone's eyes on us. News travels fast. Trunks smiles all the time and nods his head. I can see women blushing when he smiles at them. Yep, Trunks really has great looks. And because now we are going to stay here for some time, I can bet that soon Trunks will have a whole harem. In all probability I'll be jealous; I have never been popular with females.

 

We find Tanako and Kuriati in the same office we left them in yesterday. The documents are ready. They patiently wait for us to read through everything, and when finally we decide that everything is fine, we start signing.

 

I watch Trunks sign. After he finally finishes, I heave a sigh of relief. It's over. We have the company.

 

“Gohan,” Eriava hands the silver pen to me.

 

“I think it's my father who should sign,” I turn to Goku.

 

Goku falters at first but then signs the papers and we are richer…err…hell knows how much we are richer (I hadn't seen the document's yesterday, was too drained out. I left that for Trunks), but I know that we wouldn't ever spend that amount of money in our entire lifetime. Ten percent of Capsule Corporation is more than I could have ever imagined that our family would have. Sadly the whole family consists only of two members.

 

After the paper cases are closed, Eriava smiles brightly at us. He goes to the cabinet that is standing next to what's now Trunks' dark teakwood desk. He opens it and retrieves a bottle of champagne. While the cabinet door is open I can see ten more bottles there.

 

“Champagne?” Eriava already is opening a bottle, and Kuriati holding the wineglasses for us.

 

I blink at them. It's like during the night they were changed. The smiles are dazzling, the manners charming, and this time no smartass comments. Why are they so nice? Must be afraid to lose the last twenty percent.

 

Actually we three wait until Eriava sips the champagne and only then drink ours. I'm not sure if he isn't planning to poison us. The champagne is really good. I'm not the expert but it's not too sweet and not too sour - exactly what I like. I think that we have something in common with Eriava.

 

We then sit and talk and it appears that Eriava can talk normally, without that nonsense. Goku starts talking with Kuriati about the Hitiati Tiasuko technique. Have no idea what martial art it is, and today I'm not keen on learning.

 

I drink seven glasses of that champagne. Maybe a bit too much, but I'm bored; Mirai seems to be completely involved with Eriava and ignores me, so I sit and watch them and drink and eat chocolate. Eriava explains to him something about the latest Capsule Corporation inventions, and Trunks, with an excited look on his face, listens. I try to join them at first, but they are talking something about a new prototype of capsule house, and that doesn't interest me much. And to my greatest dismay, in the end they all four start talking about that Hitiati Tiasuko.

 

I open another bottle.

 

For some time I watch a fly that found something on the fluffy carpet. Probably the crumbs of the chocolate I have been eating. It makes two circles on the same spot. Cleans her small wings, makes four circles, runs to the left, then back again and then finally starts to feast.

 

I leave the office. On my way to the bathroom I realize that two bottles of champagne on one Saiyan can leave some traces: I find it a bit difficult to walk. Luckily the corridor is empty and no one sees how clumsily I walk to the end of it. That's why I don't drink.

 

The bathroom is empty. Thank gods. I loose the damn tie and go to my destination. I leave it much happier and promise myself to stop drinking that champagne.

 

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is too long. Instead of the usual hair-strand over my forehead now I have three of them. That needs to go. Though, who am I kidding? - Even Armani can't change how I look. I have never been a gorgeous prince on a white horse.

 

I have never been worried about my looks, but those three make me uncomfortable. Mirai, and those two mannequins. It's not that I'm jealous; it's just that I feel like an outsider in that picture. I think I'm really drunk if I think about such nonsense.

 

I turn to see the door opening. Ah. Tanako. The champagne got him too. I turn on the water and wash my hands. I'm already used to dealing with my right hand. Though, signing those documents was a real challenge.

 

I go to the dryer. If Tanako were away, I would simply raise my ki to dry my hands. I stare at the wall against me while drying my hands, and then get very confused as I feel someone press to my back.

 

“Do you think,” Eriava purrs into my ear, “we could find an empty office in this damn building?”

 

I continue to stare at the wall. Only this time in shock. My mouth is open while I digest his words. And it opens even wider when Tanako's teeth catches my earlobe.

 

“Well?” Tanako purrs again while licking my ear.

 

I inhale sharply as his hand suddenly circles my hip and goes to my crotch. And then the spell breaks.

 

“What do you think you're doing?” I push him away from me.

 

“Having fun,” Eriava brushes his snow-colored hair behind his left ear. This time the hair stays there. “You could have some too,” he gives me a smile then. Though, it's closer to a smirk.

 

“You are mistaken,” I again push him away as he approaches me, “I'm not interested in that sort of…”

 

“How can you not be interested if you've never tried?” he smiles at me again.

 

How in the hell does he know? Doesn't matter, anyway.

 

“I'm not interested,” I repeat and push past him to the door. I gasp as suddenly my back hits the mirror. I open my mouth to protest, but it would have better if I hadn't, because after a second Eriava's tongue is in my mouth. He firmly presses his lips to mine, and I'm just completely stunned. The kiss is hard and wet, and I don't think that there is a place in my mouth where Eriava's tongue hasn't reached before I gather my wits. Eriava tastes of the same champagne I drank.

 

I squirm, and his hands on my waist and in my hair tighten. I try to turn my head away from him, and gasp in pain as Eriava tugs at my hair. And then my eyes widen into impossible sizes as his knee ends up between my legs.

 

“Shush,” Tanako presses his body firmer to mine. “One would think that you don't want that.”

 

“I don't,” I protest. Then I toss my head back and hiss through clenched teeth as Eriava suddenly raises his knee and presses it to my crotch. Unbelievable.

 

“Get off!” I snarl at him.

 

But before I could toss him back, my world explodes into white pain. I probably scream. I don't know, but when I can function again, I feel Eriava's palm on my mouth. I squirm, trying to get away, and then my world is gone again.

 

My face smashes into the mirror. He again presses my right wrist, and everything in my mind shrinks to a grain. I can feel my blood scent permeate the bathroom. I clench my eyes shut. I know that I'm shouting or at least trying to.

 

“Shush,” Tanako purrs into my ear. “You are too shy. I promise that you will like this.”

 

I feel Eriava's hand slip into my trousers. I press myself to the mirror to keep him off and try to smash his nose with my head and almost black out as he crushes my wrist.

 

I'm gasping for air as I come round. This time I don't try to get away. I don't know how, but my trousers are gone, and Eriava's hands are already working on my underwear. He's stroking me! That almost makes me panic again, but I put this off for later. I raise my ki to the very maximum.

 

“What the fuck?!” Eriava curses as the dust and water drops rise in the air around us.

 

I almost black out again. Tanako isn't going to let go off me.

 

“What the hell is that?!” He smashes me into the mirror then squeezes my wrist again.

 

I drop from Mystic. I'm too dizzy to keep that form. I feel that my cheeks are wet from tears. My damn wrist hurts like a bitch. Have never known that Humans can cause such trouble.

 

And then I come back to panicking because Tanako tugs me off the mirror and pushes me over to the sinks. He tries to bend me over one of them. I don't let him, at least while I'm conscious. He holds me by my hair while I gasp in pain. He moves in between my thighs, and I give into panic completely. I try to close my legs and end up half-conscious again.

 

I turn my head at the sound of a crash. Through a dazed mist I see my father and Trunks. I fall to the ground as Mirai smashes Eriava's head through the same mirror and the entire wall. I don't think that Eriava would survive that. Not with his brain splattered all around. And I don't think that I have ever been so happy in my life to see other Saiyans.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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