Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Hello, NewFan! Aww…that was nice, all that flattery, hahaah Actually the best reward is the writing itself - those moments I spend writing or typing or whatever alone only with myself, when I think and rethink things that are important to me, to other people. But true - to know that someone else shares your thoughts, likes what you do is very nice, and in some cases even essential.

 

Humor helps to survive. In some cases it may turn into hysterics or hysterics may turn into humor, but it plays a very important role in our life. I'm not talking about those idiots who think it's funny to play dead and then call to their parents and girlfriends to tell that it was only a joke, or those that piss into a can of beer to see their friend's reaction. There are several variations of funny and sick (or funny, meaning `weird'). I'm talking about healthy humor that makes life colorful. So we quite agree with each other here.

 

So, there's a new chapter for you! Yep, and I'll update PH soon. Still have to answer the reviews and stuff, but maybe tomorrow. Sorry, for taking so long.

 

Hello, MaraiTrunks! This chapter is different too. More based…on Gohan's psychical explorations and where he stands with the fact that he quite likes the attention of the same sex.

 

Well, what concerns the alcohol… It's not only that. A good amount of adrenaline manages to sober up people very fast. There were several factors that led to this: Gohan drank several glasses too many; Eriava exactly knew what he wanted; Eriava was skilled in martial arts; Eriava knew how to use Gohan's not healed wrist; there's another reason you'll get to know in this chapter.

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not making 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 achillona

 

Part 6

 

My head falls to the floor, and I close my eyes in relief. I suddenly feel so calm.

 

Safe.

 

I feel my father's scent engulf me. I feel a hand slip in between my thighs then I'm lifted from the floor.

 

“How is he?” Mirai's voice is hard to recognize.

 

“It's okay. No blood,” my father answers in a short growl. “But his wrist is broken again.”

 

I open my eyes to see Mirai kick Tanako in the ribs. Mirai then raises his head, and his teal eyes concentrate on me. His canines are bare. I feel transfixed. Mirai is beautiful. His posture and scent are deadly. No Saiyan would ever try talking to him now.

 

Mirai raises his arm then turns his palm towards the opposite wall. I feel the sudden ki surge, and, after Mirai suddenly swings his hand back, half of the wall tumbles into the bathroom; the sun is shining outside.

 

“Now, here's the plan:” Mirai's eyes focus back on me and my father, “you, Gohan, went into the bathroom. Tanaka walked in a few minutes later, then both of you were attacked by Datano. Datano blasted the wall in and got into the bathroom. He killed Tanaka, and tried to rape you. As we approached, he ran away. This is what we are going to tell the police. Clear?” he asks.

 

I nod. That's why I chose Mirai to be our leader.

 

“Clear,” my father lifts me up higher.

 

“Put his trousers on,” Mirai motions with his head to my father.

 

My father complies. He squats to the floor and lowers me. I try to move, but my body feels stiff and I can't move.

 

“Fucker,” Mirai kicks Tanaka's dead body again. “Ah, almost forgot,” Trunks fishes in his pocket for some time. “Thanks, bastard,” he drops Eriava's phone next to his body.

 

“What..?” Kuriati sticks his red-haired head into the bathroom. The next second he's smashed against the wall, next to the same dryer I'd been drying my hands at. Trunks is holding Kuriati by his neck, his canines bared at him.

 

I can hear police sirens outside.

 

“Having fun?”

 

I try to turn my head to the hole in the wall, but my father's shoulder blocks the view. Though, I think I know the voice.

 

“Seventeen?” Trunks asks, his canines glistening. He noisily tosses Kuriati to the ground, next to his dead lover.

 

My father turns to the wall, and I can see Seventeen standing in the bathroom. And I can see his brows rise up as Trunks launches at him. I get nervous - Trunks' head is threateningly lowered, canines bared.

 

“Datano smashed your head several times too hard?” Seventeen nonchalantly brushes with his hand over his raven hair. Though, I can see that he is confused. “I didn't come to fight you. I just felt one Mystic and two Super Saiyans power up in the middle of the city,” Seventeen raises his hands across his chest to show he is no threat to us. He really is confused.

 

Mirai gazes at him for some time. His posture loses the threatening state. “Go away. We'll meet at Sakura Hotel at nine o'clock this evening. Be gone now,” he turns back to Kuriati. “And you,” he bares his canines at Kuriati who is shaking and soaked all over in Tanako's blood. “If you ever come near us, I'll fucking tear your head off.”

 

“People are coming,” my father says.

 

Yes, I can hear feet running. I'm suddenly dizzy and have to rest my head against Goku's chest. I don't understand why I feel so strange - nothing happened to me, except that cursed wrist, but I can't function at all.

 

I see Goku's long hair shrink to its usual length and change its color back to black. Mirai follows his suit and drops from Super Saiyan two. Seventeen leaves through the same hole he entered.

 

“They will take him to the hospital,” I hear my father's voice.

 

“It's okay,” Mirai answers. “It'll be good for him. We'll go with him. They won't do any analysis - he's fine, only in shock. They'll bandage his wrist and will probably give him a sedative to get him to sleep. They may also give him a glucose IV filled with electrolytes for dehydration and maybe an anti-biotic, but that's it. And none of this will harm him,” Mirai tries to convince my father.

 

I want to protest - I'm not in any shock. I just…I just can't talk for some reason, and I feel dizzy, and a little sick. Well, maybe I'm really in shock…

 

“What made the fucker think he'd get away with this?!” my father hisses. He picks me up. I try to keep my head up, but it falls back onto my father's arm. I wonder if I'm dressed.

 

“He probably thought that he'd manage to intimidate Gohan enough to keep him silent,” Mirai snarls.

 

I want to look at him but can't turn my head. I stare at the gray ceiling. Soon I hear people shouting or maybe talking; for some reason I can't tell the difference in pitch.

 

XXXXX

 

The scent is comforting and protective. Everything is fine, though, I feel a bit strange, as if I have too much of something. I blink my eyes. I'm in a small ward. Everything is white. The big window is slightly open and I can feel a slight breeze ruffling my hair and running up my cheeks. I'm lying in a bed, next to me stands an IV. It's not attached to me.

 

Trunks is sitting next to me. Though, maybe I should say half lying, because despite his lower half resting on a chair, the upper half leans on my bed. He's not sleeping. I think it's closer to watching.

 

I turn in the bed to face him, and Mirai's eyes open. His blue eyes study my face.

 

“Hi,” I say. I feel strange.

 

Mirai smiles at me then picks himself up and leans back into his chair. “Hi,” he brushes his loose lavender hair off his forehead. “How do you feel?”

 

“Good,” I lift myself up with my left hand. I don't understand what, exactly, but something really isn't right. I lean on the headboard. There's something wrong with my backside. I blink at Trunks. Something is really wrong.

 

“Your tail grew back,” Mirai says then as he notices my confusion.

 

I gaze at him. My…tail?! I slowly push the cover away from me. I'm wearing the usual bluish/gray gown that is split up the back. There's something furry on my thigh. Brown and fluffy. I pull the cover back.

 

All right. I have a tail. No big deal. Really.

 

“You ok?” Mirai asks me again. Gods, he's starting to annoy me with that question.

 

“No.” I lift the cover again. “Why is my tail back?” I look at the appendage again. It shifts. I pull the cover down again.

 

“You don't want it?”

 

I can hear horror in Mirai's voice.

 

“It hinders sitting,” I whine. “And I'll stick it in the doorway… and I'll smash things again, and I'll fall again, and I'll set it on fire.”

 

Mirai is staring at me. “It all happened when I was small,” I explain. Damn, do I want to keep it?!

 

“Oh,” he says. “Just keep it wrapped around your waist. It's really beautiful. I would be happy if mine grew back.” I can hear regret in his voice.

 

I lift the cover up again. I order the tail to rise, and it lifts up to sway in the air. The fur is auburn and has a reddish shade. Well, yeah, it is beautiful. I run my fingers through the fur. It's very soft and fluffy. Underneath the fur I can feel bone structure. It's something like vertebra probably. I run my hand over the tail again. It's pleasant to touch it.

 

“Where's my father?” I turn to Mirai. “Trunks?” I ask again, as he just stares at my tail not reacting to me. “Hey,” I make a sudden swish with my tail to snap him out of it.

 

“Uh?” his eyes rise at me. A bright shade of pink is creeping up his cheeks.

 

“Where's my father?” I repeat. I catch my tail to look at it once again. Why the hell is Mirai blushing? “Are you deaf?” I frown at him as he just stares at my new appendage. Ha, I could switch it with him, if he likes it so much. I smack him on the face with the tail.

 

“Police are speaking with him or the opposite,” Mirai says then, rubbing his face.

 

“What time is it?” I wonder.

 

“Eight o'clock in the evening. You were out for four hours,” he informs me. “Actually I was sure that it would've taken much longer for you to come round.”

 

“What's wrong with me?” I ask then.

 

He softly laughs. “Nothing. The bastard broke your wrist again, but otherwise you are completely fine. I think that all the dizziness you felt was because of your tail growing back.” He gets more serious then. “Just don't show it to anyone.”

 

I nod. “Maybe simpler to cut it off?” I ask then.

 

“No,” Mirai says sternly.

 

“Why did it grow back?” I wonder. “Why now? My father's tail didn't grow back.”

 

“We'll talk about this later,” Mirai looks at me seriously. “Not now. Do you remember what you have to tell to the police?”

 

“Yes,” I assure him. “Will you have time to meet with Seventeen?”

 

“You remember that?” he looks at me surprised. “Yeah, I'll have to leave you in fifteen minutes to get to the hotel in time. The police already cross-examined me. Since I went in after everything's already happened,” Trunks makes quote marks with his fingers, “I wasn't able to tell them much. They only took my promise not to leave the city. But you will be questioned very seriously. Though, if you don't want to do it now, you simply can say that you don't feel well and postpone it.”

 

“No, I feel fine,” I lift my right hand. “It still hurts but not as much. What do you think, when will it finally heal?” I sigh.

 

“I think I'll keep you tied up in the capsule house for a month then it should be okay,” Mirai chuckles. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” he seriously asks after I don't say anything.

 

I shake my head in refusal. I really don't. I can still taste Eriava's flavor in my mouth.

 

“Did he kiss you?” Mirai suddenly snarls.

 

I blink at him then remove my fingers from my lips. I didn't even feel how I did that. “I don't want to talk about it,” I shake my head again. I'm not sure why I don't want to talk. There might be several reasons. But the most important of them probably is that I'm afraid. I did like that damn kiss. I truly liked it. And maybe I would have liked everything else Eriava had to suggest. He knew that. I don't know how, but the bastard knew. Though, he chose a bad way to approach; I've never reacted well to violence. Maybe if he'd tried a different approach…maybe he'd still be alive, and I'd be confused even more. That's what I'm afraid of.

 

“I'll be back as soon as I deal with Seventeen,” Mirai's voice is firm.

 

“Trunks, he's not that Seventeen you knew.” I'm worried that he might do something very unpleasant to Seventeen. Not kill him, but something. “He's…well…” I falter. “He's our ally. He just came to see what happened. And he would have helped, if there was a need for that.” I really believe that Seventeen would have helped me.

 

“No, I'm not going to do anything to him,” Mirai shakes his head. “I just want information.”

 

XXXXX

 

Mirai comes back late.

 

Police had already questioned me, though, I didn't say anything useful, only that I calmly had been washing my hands when Datano burst through the wall, smashed Tanako into the opposite wall, and then tried to rape me. Though, I really doubt if they believed me: nobody ever heard that Datano raped anybody when he attacked the Earth earlier; less clear is why Datano ran away after two men burst into the bathroom. Yeah, Datano never ran, he killed. And, though nobody here knows for sure if Datano is dead or alive, it's very strange that it was calm for a week and now he's appeared again, and disappeared hell knows where yet again.

 

And for some unknown reason the inspector asked me about my sexuality and if I have a relationship with Trunks. The police are probably considering another version: I guess, both mannequins were notorious for their sexuality, perhaps the police are considering the possibility that Trunks saw me with Eriava and smashed his head because of jealousy. I rolled my eyes at the question. It's good that no human would have been able to break that wall down, or smash Eriava's head as Trunks did.

 

But I really didn't think that Mirai would kill him. Just like that. Just… Splash. Well, yeah, if not Mirai then my father would have torn Tanako into pieces, and if not my father, I would have taken a piece of Tanako later, anyway. I ain't happy for the shit that almost happened. I still can't recover from that fear I experienced.

 

“Trunks,” I step over to him as he lands. I left the window open; the hospital isn't allowing visitors at midnight. I was worried when he didn't come back earlier.

 

“Hey, still awake?” he smiles at me. He looks around the dusky room. “And where's Goku?”

 

“Got hungry,” I roll my eyes. “I sent him to the hotel. It will be enough for one of you sticking in my ward.”

 

Trunks looks at me in surprise. “Did you tell him that I was coming?” he asks, ruffling through his now tied hair.

 

I nod. I don't exactly understand why Mirai is so surprised. Well, yeah, my father doesn't like Mirai near me… Goku still thinks that Mirai somehow exerted his power on me.

 

“So he'll meet Seventeen then,” Trunks goes over to sit near the bed.

 

I sit down on my bed to impatiently wait for him to start talking. Evidently Seventeen was knocked out by Datano and buried under a pile of rocks. As the androids' ki is impossible to feel, Mirai probably didn't even notice him. Seventeen arrived at the city several days ago, then he felt us power up and came to see what was going on. Sadly, Seventeen didn't know anything about Vegeta either. I still have hope that one day Vegeta will show up. Though, even I know that if he were alive, he would have found us long ago.

 

“I told Seventeen to stay in the hotel,” Mirai then says, leaning back in the chair.

 

“Why?” I wonder.

 

He looks at me. “You know, I have no idea. I just want us all to be together.”

 

Ah. He's increasing his pack. Even if Seventeen isn't a Saiyan, he's really powerful. And there's sort of a crisis in the pack right now, and Mirai feels the need to strengthen us. And I tell Mirai that. I think on a subconscious level he realizes this, anyway. He grown into his role far enough to realize this. He wouldn't have killed Tanako if he hadn't gone far enough. I'm his “subject” as he then told Tanako. And Tanako attacked me. Despite Mirai warning him not to touch us.

 

“How were things with the police?” Mirai asks me after some silence.

 

I shrug. Hell knows. “Everything's probably alright.” I just don't want to talk about what the police are implying. I'm confused enough as it is. “And what about Kuriati?” I wonder. “Is he going to keep silent?” I suppose Kuriati really doesn't believe that shit we told the police. He hadn't seen Mirai kill his lover but…yeah.

 

“He will or he'll lose his head,” Mirai calmly replies. “It was his bastard boyfriend who attacked you, so if Kuriati starts jumping around, I'll teach him to behave.”

 

I gaze at Mirai for some time. I don't think that I want to hear about this situation anymore. It's scaring me.

 

I change the topic: “You wanted to tell me something about the tail,” I swish my tail before Mirai's nose for emphasizing my words. “Gah!” My eyes bulge out as he suddenly catches it. It doesn't hurt, but I just feel that he shouldn't hold it. My mouth falls open in pleasant shock as Mirai's fingers ruffles through the fur. But then I feel anger flash inside me. Why the fuck is he…?

 

“Don't stick it everywhere,” he lets go of it. I sharply inhale and quickly move my tail out of his reach. Mirai watches my reaction with a strange expression on his face then shakes his head. “I should kick your father's ass,” he says in an annoyed tone. “And I would, if I were stronger than him.”

 

I raise my brow at him. Mirai smells of real annoyance.

 

“He didn't tell you anything at all,” he explains.

 

A good explanation. “About what?”

 

“Well, about the pregnancy about the “tail-culture”, he looks at me. “I'm not very sure why your tail grew back, but you are at the very age when one starts looking for a serious partner. Maybe it grew back to help you to attract a potential partner. My father once told me that the tail means very much in that sort of “communication”.

 

I know that I'm blushing fiercely. Actually I've never had a talk about the birds and bees with a man… My mother pestered me about this all this time, but it was…well, only her point of view. I lower my eyes to the covers on the bed. “You mean…err…that…I want...sex?”

 

Mirai blinks at me. “Don't know. Do you?”

 

I choke. And what does he expect me to say?! Nice conversation. I feel like I've just been thrown into a pot of boiling water. I turn to look at my tail that is happily swaying behind me. I look closer at it. The swishes are lazy, the tip a bit curled, the fur puffed out. I...I can understand the message it's sending... Jesus Christ. I'm begging to be fucked!

 

I grab the tail and stick it under the covers to keep out of Mirai's sight. All scarlet I turn back to Mirai. I cough. “That probably doesn't mean anything.” I really don't feel like fucking right now…actually…err…the opposite.

 

Mirai observes me close then leans back into his chair. “Maybe,” he suddenly laughs.

 

I don't think that I can manage a redder shade. “Asshole!” I snort. This isn't funny at all. I'll be walking around with my tail flying like a flag and indicating that I want to fuck! “I'll cut it off.”

 

Mirai's eyes suddenly narrow at me. “You won't.”

 

“It's my damn tail!” I yell. “When you have yours back, you can keep it!”

 

“You will not cut it off,” he says again.

 

It sounds like an order, and then I realize that it is an order. Instead of opening my mouth to protest, this time I just glare at him. I know that it's useless to argue. He is determined to keep my cursed tail.

 

“Attract a partner…” I snort. “Any female who would see this thing,” I raise my tail in the air, “would run away as fast as she can!”

 

Mirai bares his canines at me. I hold my breath. It seems I struck some nerve I didn't know Mirai had. Then Mirai's posture loosens.

 

“Have you ever considered another possibility?” he asks me then.

 

“What possibility?”

 

“You always talk about females,” he says to me in a firm, determined tone. “Have you ever considered a male partner?”

 

I stare at him. “N-no. I'm not gay,” I stammer out. Simply because Eriava groped me or that I liked that kiss doesn't mean anything!

 

“You are a real idiot,” Mirai snorts then at me. “We are not Humans. You have an ability to conceive. How do you think that happens?” He snorts again. “Surely not when you sleep with a female.”

 

I freeze. I don't think that want to hear this. Not again. My brain's already overloaded. Mirai, stop it. Of all people. Of all people it's Mirai who says it. Even the police didn't imply that. But I'm afraid that he might be right. What if… I should have tried harder. I should have fought Eriava. I should have ignored the pain. But I didn't…

 

I get up. “It's…nonsense!” I snort back. I don't want to hear this. I hear Mirai growl behind me. He then laughs. But his laugh turns into a growl again. I don't know what to do. To justify myself? To say that he's wrong? But is he? I don't understand myself what happened then in that bathroom. I don't know what would have happened if Eriava…

 

“You are lying,” he gets up too. “And you fucking know it.”

 

I retreat farther from him. I don't know how to react: to be insulted or to be angry or try to think about it. In the end I just cry. I don't know. I really didn't think I was leading Eriava on. It just happened. But why is Mirai so sure that I was? Or maybe I was? Maybe I gave some signal? So this all was my fault then?! I just don't know!

 

“Gohan?”

 

I don't turn around. I can't. I don't want to see him. “Go away. I don't want to talk about this.” I try to keep my tears in check, but then they freely spill on the bluish gown. Then I remember that this gown is open in the back. That sends me into some kind of frenzy. “Go the fuck away!” I suddenly push him to the damn window. I wince at the pain in my wrist, but that only enrages me more. Fuck knows what he'd tell me the next time! - Maybe that I tried to seduce him too!

 

“Gods, Gohan, why are you…”

 

“Leave me alone!” I scream. I try to hit him, or I hit, I don't know, but then he's gone, and after I calm down a bit, I loudly shut the window. I close the blinds and get into bed. But I can't sleep. I curl into a ball. I feel so dirty suddenly. I loudly hiccup and burst into tears again. I never thought that Mirai would say something like that. Then why the fuck did he help me at all?! He should have left me to get what I deserved! I myself asked for that! Why did he find me then, in that hole at all?!

 

I try to sleep, but my head is a blur. I want to forget everything that happened. All of it. I want to forget it like I forgot Datano. And I will, I know that I will. I just have to ignore it. Like I always do.

 

I don't know how long I stay like that. My thoughts are fuzzy and I cry without a break, but after some time I just feel drained and too tired for anything but sleep. But I hear someone at the window. I groan; I don't want to see anybody. If it's Mirai…

 

But it's not Mirai. It's my father. Then I suddenly feel that I don't want him to go away. I don't want to be alone. Good that he came. I open the window to let him in.

 

“Mirai said…”

 

I wince at the name. Gods, now Mirai's told that to everyone…

 

Despite me trying to keep my face turned away from him, he sees my visage puffed out and swollen from tears. “Gods, Gohan,” Goku reaches out for me, “what happened? Mirai said that you became hysterical and threw him out…”

 

I walk over to sit on my bed. I'm afraid. What if my father also thinks that it was my fault? I don't want to talk about this. I feel sick even thinking about it, but there's only one way to know. “Father, do you think I really led Tanako on? Did I… Did I do something that…? Did I?” I ask. I don't think that he heard me. I probably should repeat louder. But I forget that my father can hear much better than I.

 

“What do you mean, exactly?” he asks me, after sitting down next to me.

 

I loudly inhale. Gods. “Mirai said that it was my own fault that Eriava tried to rape me. He said that I gave Eriava some signals or something… I don't know…but I didn't try anything…I just don't know…” I try my best not to burst into tears again, but it's so difficult. And the dam bursts open again as I feel my father's arms wrap around me and press me to him.

 

“Son-of-a-bitch…” I hear him hiss. I tense. But then Goku kisses me on my forehead. “Don't listen to that asshole. None of this is your fault. If some jerk can't keep his dick in his pants, it's his own fault for getting his brain smashed.”

 

My father's arm brushes over my hair, and I feel calmer.

 

“I really didn't want this to happen,” I mutter.

 

“I know,” Goku sighs. He purrs then and dishevels my hair. “And how does your new tail feel? I liked mine while I had it,” he chuckles.

 

“It's strange,” I swish the tail behind my back. “I can't control it at all. It just dangles all the time. I'm not sure that I want to keep it…”

 

Goku shifts me in his arms to see my face. He brushes my tears away with his big thumbs and suddenly I feel like a small boy, like then, ages ago. “Ah, don't worry about it,” he smiles at me. "Give it some time, and you'll get used to it. After a month you won't be able to understand how you lived without it at all.”

 

I hiccup then chuckle. “Maybe.” I feel relaxed and immensely tired. I'm so glad that Goku came to see me.

 

XXXXX

 

“What's this?! We don't allow unauthorized persons in the hospital!”

 

First I catch the scent of the food. I blink my eyes open. There's a nurse standing with a salver filled with the food. I hear my stomach rumble. And then I hear someone answer that rumble. I look around. My father. He's sitting on the bed, next to me; I'm wrapped in his arms. Shit. He stayed with me until the very morning.

 

“Morning,” Goku smiles at me. “Breakfast time.”

 

“You're to leave this ward right now!” the nurse's voice attacks my ears.

 

“Shhh…” my father puts his finger to his lips. “Other patients are still sleeping,” he says to her.

 

While the nurse is drawing the air into her lungs to replenish her sound system, I yawn then rub my eyes. My eyes bulge out as my father's hand catches my tail behind my back to keep it in place, and to stop its dangling from sending the nurse into hysterics.

 

“Can I stay for breakfast?” my father asks me, completely ignoring the nurse.

 

“Gah…” I just gasp. I can't think. Can't see...can't...can't anything! “Gh…Y-ye-.” My body shudders, I desperately grasp the covers in my fist. I feel weak. “I... L-let…g-gho-g-”

 

But before I manage to finally finish the words, my father comes to his senses and lets go of my tail. I loudly exhale and lean on the headboard.

 

"Sorry," he whispers. "Forgot how sensitive it can be."

 

"You will leave this ward right now, or I'll call security!" the nurse screams. She noisily puts the tray on a small cabinet next to my bed. "Right now!"

 

"And I think that my boy could use some company," my father opposes.

 

My cheeks heat up. Gods, how I hate it when he calls me that in front of other people. Though, sure it's sort of pleasant too, but it's most embarrassing.

 

"Your son, huh?!" the nurse puts her arms akimbo. I almost can see her chuckle at my blush. "You should give your son some rest!"

 

"Please, could he stay?" I can't stand this anymore. I want to eat and I want my father to stay; it's simple.

 

The nurse glares at me. "No, this doesn't meet the hospital's rules," she snorts.

 

"Please?" I plead again. "What time is it? You'll probably start letting people in soon, anyway."

 

She gives us an unfriendly stare but then shakes her head and leaves. My father immediately jumps from the bed and grabs the tray from the cabinet. Scarce food for a Saiyan: cup of applesauce, two cups of juice and a bowl of cereal.

 

Goku puts the tray before me. He looks at the food. "You will die here," he comments then. "And to think that I wanted to share...it's not enough for one!

 

"I'll bring more food," he then declares. "Eat this, and I'll be back in about twenty minutes."

 

I don't want him to go. For some reason I don't feel secure. I know that this is only a hospital; there's nothing more only people, Humans. Though, I never imagined that Eriava would manage to scare me like he did in that bathroom. I have never thought that a Human could manage to corner me like that; never underestimate your enemy.

 

"Gohan?"

 

I raise my head to look at my father. He wants to say something specific: he looks a bit nervous and very serious. He sits down on the chair next to the bed.

 

"You know," he begins after I look at him hesitantly, "I don't understand much about these things, but you seem to be very...affected by this event. Don't listen to Mirai's words. He's an idiot if he said that to you." He shifts nervously. "I'm not sure, but that woman who suggested you speak with her may be right. I think you need to talk about this with someone. I'm not sure that I can help; I don't know what to say or do. But she deals with this sort of thing... You don't need to tell her everything, just tell how you feel about all this. I think she can help," he nervously scratches the back of his head then tentatively smiles at me. "She told me that leaving this unresolved may cause you to have flash backs later. I think she's right - you've already started to blame yourself for what is entirely not your fault. You didn't do anything to encourage that bastard. I don't know what exactly happened in the bathroom, but I know what I saw, and I saw this - it was you who was the victim."

 

I don't manage to keep eye contact while he's speaking. I know that he's right. I refused the psychologist when she came, but I shouldn't have.

 

"Could we simply go away when this ordeal is finished?" I then ask. I'm just tired of everything. "We could buy a capsule house; find some quiet place to live."

 

Goku's grin is from ear to ear. "Sure we can. We could build a house ourselves!"

 

Yeah, perhaps he's right. I seriously doubt that we could find a capsule house at this moment, and if we did, it would cost and unbelievable amount of money.

 

"We'll talk more about this later," he gets up. "Now just promise me that you'll speak with that woman. I'll bring some more food."

 

I nod. I watch him open the window, climb onto the windowsill and fly away. I look at my pathetic breakfast. Really laughable. I eat it all in two minutes, and lean on the headboard. I'm still hungry.

 

I turn to the noise at the window with a surprised thought that Goku's come back rather quickly. But it's Mirai. He climbs in. I should have closed the window after my father left. I really don't want to see him right now, not after the things he said to me.

 

"Hi," he tentatively smiles. "How do you feel?"

 

"What do you want?"

 

Mirai's smile fades. "Why are you so hostile? Maybe I exaggerated a little yesterday, but..."

 

"You think that by calling me a slut you exaggerated a little?" I snort at him. "No, no worries, I'm used to it already - I get called that every day."

 

The bastard stares at me for some time. "But, Gohan… What are you babbling about?"

 

“I didn't fucking lead him on!” I hiss at him. “I didn't ever show or tell him that I'd like him to do that! You are seeing things!”

 

Mirai stares at me again. “Jesus Christ,” Mirai then exhales, brushing over his hair.

 

My eyes widen as suddenly Mirai approaches me in two steps. I'm not sure if I trust him anymore. I press myself to the headboard and bare my canines at him. It's not a threat, it's a warning - I don't want him close to me. Mirai stops.

 

“You misunderstood me,” he then quickly spills. “I didn't mean that. I just asked if you had ever considered a male partner. It has nothing to do with Tanako. It was just a question. No hidden meanings, nothing. I swear I didn't imply anything by that.”

 

I don't know what to say. I really don't know. But why the hell did he ask me then?

 

“It has nothing to do with Tanako,” he repeats again. “You simply had been talking about women, and I just asked.”

 

“You said that I was lying,” I say.

 

Mirai's posture suddenly becomes completely sympathetic. “Okay, we can continue the conversation where we left. We were just talking about the tail, and the attraction of the partner.”

 

I'm not sure if I want to continue, even if it means that Mirai didn't tell me any of those insulting things. I think I know most of the things he wants to say. I just like to ignore them. “So what did you want to say then?” I ask.

 

Mirai seems to brighten but then he seems to struggle for words. “Well, I just wanted to say that most of the Saiyans are bisexual,” he gives me a nervous smile. “And the tail takes on a very important role in attracting the partner. Any kind - male or female.”

 

“Oh,” I blink. So this was why he said that I was lying - he assumed that I'm one of them, one of the bisexual Saiyans. “I'm not bisexual,” I shake my head. This entire situation is…well…weird. Very weird. I feel my head buzzing. I'm not sure why I'm talking with Mirai about this at all. “Sure there are many exceptions,” I shrug. “You, my father, Vegeta…” I want to list further and get rid of that buzzing in my head, but Mirai's strange facial expression stops me.

 

“Uh…” he fidgets then fiercely blushes, “I'm bisexual. Though, maybe that barely counts - I've never slept with a woman. And my father…I don't exactly know about my father, I didn't ask my mother of course, but this Vegeta clearly was bisexual. And I wouldn't be so sure about your father either…”

 

You know, I probably would have preferred it better if Mirai had just stuck to calling me a slut… I'd have preferred that misunderstanding better than this…argh…conclusion.

 

“You…gay?” I choke. I still think that I misheard. Mirai is gay?!

 

He gives a sigh of mild annoyance. “Sort of. I'm just a Saiyan.” He looks at me. “So are you.”

 

“B-but…” I even don't know what to say. Oh shit. Okay, that part about my father and Vegeta. Ignore this. Just ignore this. Like you usually do. But Mirai…

 

We sit silently for some time. Though, soon I have so many questions in my head that my lips move on their own account. “So you…err…yeah…have…ummm…slept…” Hell, in my head it sounded much better.

 

“Yes,” he nods.

 

I'm so damn curious now. For some reason I feel like laughing. No, not at Mirai, but just…

 

“Are you alright?” Mirai worriedly looks at me.

 

At that point I burst out laughing. Mirai probably thinks that I'm hysterical. No, I'm not. It's just…it's really funny.

 

“Yeah,” I shake my head. And I have been so worried, about my strange reaction when Eriava kissed me… I thought I had a screw loose. Nothing exciting, but this time I thought I completely lost it. But the answer to this my urgent problem appeared to be very simple - I'm a Saiyan, I'm supposed to be like that; what a convenient excuse. Love it.

 

Oh, but I forgot Mirai. Now he's worriedly looking at me. I doubt that it was very easy to tell me all this. He probably thinks that now I might start despising him or something.

 

I calm myself down. “Sorry, it was just so…well…unexpected,” I try to explain. “I just didn't think that…well…that you're…”

 

Mirai examines me. Now he isn't very sure where to go with this. Neither am I.

 

“Err…” I scratch the back of my head as my father is used to doing when he's nervous or confused, which is more frequent than one would think. I want to ask Mirai how many times he's had sex with a male, or how it felt or who he was with, but surely I'm not going to. I really think that it wouldn't be very…nice behavior. I really shouldn't ask that, but I feel very curious. Would have never thought that Mirai…

 

“You're here again?!”

 

We both jump at my father's shrill voice. He flies through the open window and turns directly to Mirai. I'm worried.

 

“And you come here after what you said to my son?!” he hisses at Mirai, enraged.

 

“Dad, dad, dad,” I push Goku away from Mirai with my good hand. “It was a misunderstanding. It was my mistake. He didn't say anything wrong, I misinterpreted him.” I narrow my eyes at Goku. “He was trying to explain to me about Saiyan bisexuality. For some reason I've never heard about this from you.”

 

Goku seems to be frozen. But then he seems to be uncomfortable. Dammit. He stares at me for some time then he just sighs. And I really hoped that he didn't know. I would have been able to justify him then. Though, yeah, I perfectly know that he did. He knew it all the time.

 

“Are you bisexual?” I then ask. A useless question, but I hope it will make him forget Mirai. And according to Goku's reaction, I believe that it has: Goku gives me a strange look, frantically rubs his forehead then sighs again.

 

“Yeah…” he nods. He isn't looking at me.

 

Fun.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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