Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

 

Hello, MaraiTrunks! Yep, in Lucid (and in all my other fics) all Saiyans are bisexual (well, some can prefer one or another sex more than the other, hahaha).

 

Hehehe, I suppose your daddy doesn't know what you are reading, does he? I should warn you that the story has several explicit sex scenes. I don't actually believe in corrupting someone with my stories (though Lucid is the heaviest-one and handles several disturbing themes), but it's my responsibility as an author to warn you (yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that you saw that [X] rating).

 

Thanks for your review!

 

Hello, NewFan! You have been missing this fic? Damn, and I didn't update for a whole month!

 

You are the only one that noticed Trunks getting vehement about Gohan keeping his tail. Trunks is protective over Gohan and that includes his tail, especially because the tail represents Gohan's maturity and need to couple. Of course, Trunks would rather be dead than cut that Gohan's embellishing jewel off. In Trunks eyes it's something, which makes Gohan a true Saiyan and a man (okay, I won't start musing on this one for I might not ever end…) and makes Gohan even more attractive (yes, I suppose everyone until this time noticed that Mirai likes Gohan, so I won't do any harm).

 

Ahem, I know that everyone was waiting what Goku has to say more. Actually he has nothing to say (yes, he could tell his story, several of them, but would he?) The story is not quite about Goku. But I can say that you'll get behind the curtain of Goku's façade.

 

Yes, some other things that you didn't ask but that I simply wanted you to read for it holds some information (one person wrote me a review and I answered, so I'll just copy paste here):

Well, I see Gohan as a bit…hmm…maybe not as much submissive as of a milder character than other Saiyans or demis. But yes, at the same time… exactly this gives that impression of submission. Probably it's only two different sides of the same coin.

 

Gohan's humanity… Well, this is going to be another topic for our three Saiyans (well, okay, one Saiyan and two demis) to handle. It's that it's not clear if Gohan is the most human of them all or he only thinks himself to be one and tries to act like one.

 

I see Gohan as quite aware of not having all answers and not having everything in him in check. But here, in Lucid, he's more aware of his own inability to accept those answers, I mean the ones he doesn't like.

 

Yes, Gohan got quite confused by realization that he liked some of Eriava's attention. He just got scared of the pressure. He got scared, and Eriava was killed. I could have made it different and much easier for Gohan (saving him from the guilt, and saving myself from the embarrassment because of the illogical turn) and not to turn Eriava into a rapist but there were several things that I wanted to point out and get rid of. (Anyway, what idiot would try to rape his boss's minion?! Well some might try and succeed enjoying the power over their boss at least in such a way, but they really would kill the poor fool later to keep him from talking, and they were in the fucking bathroom! Where was he going to put the corpse into? To cut into small pieces and flush down the toilet?!). Namely, I wanted to get rid of Eriava for his role in Lucid with that kiss was finished, and I didn't want this to turn into an unending soap opera. Second, Mirai's role as a leader and his claim on Gohan was strengthened. I wanted to show Goku submitting to Mirai's commands, and to show the pack as a unit. Third, it was the perfect opportunity for Seventeen to show up (I'll need him later) and the good time for Mirai to explain some things for Gohan while Goku was away. Fourth, I used Gohan's shock to grow his tail back (yeah…that had to be something for because of some reason the damn tail didn't grew back after that God's/Demon's attack…)

 

The tail…well…it's rather contradiction to what Gohan thinks and knows about himself. Despite he's the “most human” of them all, for some reason it's him who has a tail…

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not getting any profit off of 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 7

 

I walk down the corridor. The men's bathroom is repaired and the walls are fixed. Everything seems to have happened so long ago, although only two months have passed since the last time I was here. But people still recognize me, and I still feel that uneasiness in the pit of my stomach while looking in the direction of the bathroom.

 

My tail tightens around my waist as the memories flash past my eyes. I wear a jacket to hide my tail. I let it be in the end. Trunks and my father were happy. Though, I myself… Somehow I still can't get used to the tail. I can hardly control it at all and have to keep it wrapped around my waist to prevent its flouncing about. In the end it appears that I may really be too human.

 

I reach the office of the president. I'm nervous. It has been a while since I last saw Trunks. Now everything seems to have been so surreal - that entire incident, the discussions in my ward…

 

A month ago my father and I moved away. We bought a capsule house and moved outside the city limits. Actually the relocation started because Mirai and I got into an argument over Capsule Corporation politics. Capsule Corporation began selling capsule houses with contracts; plenty of people lost their homes, their parents, their children, all of their belongings and money, everything, and no circumstances are going to pay insurances or manage to help them all. And as [self-explanatory] people need new houses, but don't have anything to pay with, Capsule Corporation started giving out houses for free, but not exactly, meaning that the person who buys the house takes the loan from Capsule Corporation. And that was what Mirai and I fell out about. I called Mirai a hypocrite, told him that he's using people's misfortune for his own benefit. Mirai told me that I didn't understand anything about business and asked me if I wanted him to shipwreck his mother's company. I didn't know what to say to that.

 

We spoke several times after that, but it felt as if we were just drifting apart, each down our own separate road. Mirai was sure that I was very affected by the attempted rape, but I don't actually think that. It's just that we all more or less recovered, the threat is gone, life is moving on. Earlier we needed each other; we needed to be sure that someone would stand up for us, that we could trust someone. Now, as that need lessened, we simply began falling apart. As told, each to his own road. I can imagine that Mirai, as the leader of the pack, was affected the worst. Though, the pack isn't disbanded and still exists. I think Mirai didn't want to let go of Goku and me. But we left, anyway. I think we hurt him.

 

I gather the courage to knock on the door. I don't know how I will be met. Perhaps Mirai is still angry with us. Sure, Mirai knows that I'm coming; I called his secretary two days ago, besides he can feel my ki outside the door.

 

After Mirai's voice lets me in, I enter the office. Mirai is sitting behind his desk, perusing a pile of documents. Mirai seems to be tired. Actually I don't know why, but his entire posture seems to be heavy and pressed to that desk. He then raises his head at me.

 

“Gohan,” his face suddenly lit up. Yet it seems that he didn't sense me before. He quickly pushes his chair away, stands up and walks over to me.

 

“Trunks,” I extend my hand to shake his.

 

“How are things?” Mirai smiles at me, not letting go of my hand. “Come here,” he ushers me over to the leather couches on the other side of the room. They are new, and I can't feel Eriava's presence or smell any of his scent. I silently thank Mirai for his understanding.

 

“How are you doing? Is everything alright?” he showers me with questions while we get comfortable on the couches.

 

“Seventeen, could you please, call the secretary and ask for black tea and coffee? And some chocolate?” Mirai turns his head back toward his conference table, where Seventeen is standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

 

The vice president rolls his eyes, snickers, but then presses the call button.

 

At first I was surprised when Mirai took Seventeen into the business. But then it appeared that Seventeen's interests ranged from zoology to economics. And, as I refused to work together with Mirai, he took Seventeen on.

 

“Is your father alright? Are you still attending those sessions?” Mirai continues with his questions.

 

I'm very relieved actually - I wasn't sure if he wouldn't just kick me out. We didn't drift apart with anger, but sometimes anger happens after all that.

 

“Sessions?” I chuckle. He's asking about the sessions I started to attend to get over Eriava. “No, not anymore,” I chuckle again. “She said that either I should finally ask her out, or I'd have to start paying for them, because the hospital wouldn't cover the senseless waste of money.” I want to add something, but Mirai's face stops me. Yeah, we really did drift apart. “Sorry, sure it doesn't interest you,” I shift uncomfortably. Mirai mutters something that I can't understand.

 

“My father is fine,” I say then. “He's finally started to recover. I think he's found peace finally.”

 

Mirai nods then gazes at me for some time. “You know, I'm so happy that you decided to come over. We are friends, Gohan. I wouldn't like for us to become strangers.”

 

I sigh and lean into the couch. “Yeah,” I agree. “It all went…”

 

“…Strange,” he finishes for me, and he's right. “You are always welcome here,” he smiles at me. “Just come over when you want. Even if it's for a cup of tea or a glass of beer.”

 

I want to say that I don't like beer, but don't say anything - he seems to be very happy for some reason. I feel uncomfortable - it seems that he thinks that I came over just to see him. Actually it isn't like this.

 

“Thanks,” I nod. “The same goes for you. You're always welcome to our house.” Though, now I feel even more uncomfortable - Mirai doesn't even know where our house is… “Actually,” I rush to pull myself free from the unpleasant situation I myself pushed us into, “I came to tell you that my wrist is completely healed,” I show him my right arm, “and we can start training.” I see dozens of emotions pass over Mirai's face.

 

“Oh,” he says.

 

I can see his eyes burn then. Yes. I also want to kill him. Even if he isn't the same person who killed my brother and mother and friends and everyone else, I want him dead again. Dead as many times as possible.

 

“I want to join you,” Seventeen then approaches us. He really looks good in a black suit.

 

I shrug. For me it doesn't matter. If he wants, he can join us. The more the merrier. Actually now we all will only be spar partners for my father. He's the strongest of us, and it's going to be him who in the end will go to Mirai's timeline to kill Datano. We just need to get Goku whipped into better shape.

 

“Okay,” Mirai gives permission to Seventeen after he sees that I made it his decision. “So when do we start?” he asks me.

 

“We can start today,” I shrug. “Though, you will need to get some food, clothes, leave some orders here…”

 

“Oh, dammit,” he curses. Yeah, he is the president, and Seventeen is the vice president… “I'll find people to take care of the business,” he nods then.

 

XXXXX

 

We reach our house in the very evening. Mirai entrusted the company to one of his secretaries. Yeah…just unbelievable what a career a secretary can make in one day… Though, I don't care about that.

 

It's dark and we have to raise our kis to illuminate the surroundings of our house to see where to put Mirai's capsule house. We want to build the houses next to each other.

 

After finding a good place, Mirai opens the capsule and goes to leave his things there then he and Seventeen go to my and my father's house. My father greets us with a piping hot dinner.

 

I finally take the jacket off, and my freed tail happily sways behind me. We silently sit down at the table. For some reason the conversations aren't flowing. We start eating then my father falters.

 

“Tamisa called, asked if you have some free time tomorrow evening,” he says to me. “I told her that you'd call back.”

 

For some reason we all look at Mirai in unison. My father has a strange wining look in his eyes. Seventeen seems to be curious. And I have no idea why I look at Mirai. Just something… I think about the look in his eyes when I mentioned Tamisa first…

 

“Yeah, I'll call her after we eat,” I nod, turning away from Mirai who never raises his head and seems to be immensely interested in his meal.

 

“She said that she has all weekend free,” Goku proceeds then. “I told her that she could come over,” Goku nonchalantly stuffs several potatoes into his mouth, and I'm just left gaping at him.

 

“But you know that we are going to train…” I say then a bit unsure. I don't want to say anything here, but hell… It seems that my father is more eager to have Tamisa here than I am!

 

“Oh, I'm sure you'll manage to combine this somehow,” he swallows the food he has in his mouth.

 

Goku and Seventeen again gaze at Mirai, and I feel like I've been missing something. Though, I probably know what. I'm just not sure yet. Or maybe I am sure and just don't want to…

 

“We'll see,” I glare at my father. What gave him the right to interfere in my private life? Perhaps he already sees me and Tamisa married and with plenty of children. Goku always loved children. I probably have never seen a man who would be as obsessed with children as Goku is. I think that was the main reason he married my mom. He just wanted children. Probably this instinctual urge in some of us is much stronger than in others.

 

We finish our meal, and I stay to wash the dishes in the kitchen. I can hear the TV on in the living room where Goku, Mirai and Seventeen went. They are talking about something. Probably planning tomorrow morning.

 

While filling the sink with water I wonder about what changed. I didn't call Tamisa after dinner, and I'm not going to, unless it's to say that she should start looking for another candidate. I decided that somewhere between the potatoes and the twentieth bite of roast pork. I'm not sure why. I don't understand it. But after I decided this, I felt as if a huge stone had been lifted from my heart. Sure, she is a wonderful girl, a woman I should say, because she's five years older than me, but something there was missing between us. Either from me or from her. I don't know. It just didn't feel…right.

 

With Videl it was…well it was different; I didn't need to pretend to be a Human. And despite Videl's inability to fully understand me, I could still speak with her about what was bothering me, about some problems. Here, instead of relaxing, enjoying the relationship or giving into pleasure, I couldn't quit thinking whether it was dark enough in the room, or, when her hands were sliding up my buttocks, if my tail was out of Tamisa's reach.

 

I felt as if I'd been pushed off the proverbial cliff. Really, it sounds awful, but I felt like that. And it doesn't have anything to do with Tamisa; as told, she's a wonderful person. I think my father for some reason needed that relationship more than I. I don't know anything about Tamisa. I'm not sure what she expected. We have spent some quality time together, had some fun, some sex, but it's… I just don't know. Now it feels like I've simply been marking time. I think I knew that in the end we would end up like this. Just…what would I tell her when she finally sees my tail or when I'd suddenly have to go Mystic? - I'm sorry darling, forgot to mention that I'm half alien half Human. Even if she accepted me as I am, that barrier would stand between us for all time. She needs more than I can give.

 

“Gohan?”

 

I turn around to see Mirai leaning on the kitchen door. Yeah, I must look strange - I forgot I was supposed to be washing dishes, I'm just standing here and staring at the sink filled with frothy water and dishes. I wonder how long he'd been standing at the door.

 

“Need some help?” he asks already pushing himself off the door and reaching for the towel. “Thinking?” he asks then after taking a wet plate and starting to dry it.

 

“Yeah,” I nod. Then silence follows, only splashing water and the towel rubbing against the surface of the dishes are heard. In the living room Goku and Seventeen's voices are echoing.

 

“I didn't call her,” I say then.

 

The sound of the towel drying the dish stops for several seconds then proceeds again. I continue washing dishes.

 

Mirai doesn't say anything. He silently puts the plate into the cupboard.

 

“You father really liked her…” he finally says after I give him the dripping forks.

 

I want to hit him. I really want to smash the plate I'm holding in my other hand into his face. “So then he can marry her,” I snort in anger, pushing the clean plate into Mirai's hands.

 

I feel my eyes widen slightly as my right arm is suddenly stuck in between the wet towel and the dish. I try to withdraw, but Mirai presses firmer. I can feel his eyes on my face, but I can't look at him. I'm near panicking. I feel my tail lash out behind me in frenzy.

 

“We decided that we'll get up tomorrow at seven,” he says then, letting go of my hand.

 

I retract my hand. I try to even my breath before speaking because I will really choke.

 

“Okay,” I squeak after a minute.

 

We silently finish the chore. I hear my father laugh at something Seventeen said. I wonder when Seventeen turned into such a sociable person. Though, probably he always was, I just didn't know; we haven't interacted much.

 

I clean the sink then take the towel from Mirai and turn to the wall to hang it on a small yellow hook near the door.

 

“We should…” my voice trails off in shock. I suddenly feel arms wrap tightly around my waist. One tug, and my back presses to Mirai's chest. His scent wraps around me. I can feel his hot breath on my neck where his lips are touching my skin. He firmly presses his cheek to mine, pushing my head to the side.

 

My body is stiff and frozen. My brain is a complete opposite to that. Though, it doesn't manage to do more than my body - it spins and reels through all possible reactions to this and in the end it just leaves me to deal with the shock on my own.

 

As one of Mirai's arms starts sliding up my waist then rises up ruffling the shirt on my stomach and chest, and his lips nip at my neck, suddenly a ragged exhalation is torn out of my throat when I remember how to breathe. I finally close my mouth and my eyes come back to their normal size. Mirai's grip on me tightens even more, and I'm just squeezed against his body. His hand is traveling up my side again, this time underneath the shirt.

 

“Gohan…”

 

I loudly moan. I don't know why. Maybe because his voice is filled with a heated plea or maybe because I'm so damn afraid or maybe because of how my name sounds on his lips.

 

His ragged breath is on my neck again, and this time, instead of stiffness, my body starts feeling like jelly. I toss my head back, onto Mirai's shoulder to let him nip and suck. Both of his hands are now running up and down my body, and my mouth opens again to let out an approving groan. Mirai answers me by fiercely sucking on my throat.

 

I shiver. I feel completely out of control. Though, undeniably it's what turns me on the most. My body is at Mirai's complete disposal.

 

Mirai's hands are becoming more insistent and suggestive and my thoughts are becoming dizzier and dizzier with his scent and need. He isn't touching me. Yet. But I want him to touch me and I know that he will.

 

The fear is slowly fading. I can almost physically feel it leaving me. My mind becomes clouded and I'm getting hard. Mirai is slowly rocking his hips against my ass, and I can feel that he's in the same state as I am. He pushes me to the table, on the way unzipping my jeans and pushing them down my thighs.

 

I become a bit unsure at that point; everything seems to be too fast. But then his hand is on me, stroking and kneading, and I let him bend me over the table, because it think that one second more and I'll go crazy with lust. I groan, moan and toss my head in abandonment as he gets a hold of my tail and starts ruffling trough the fur.

 

And then I loudly yelp as I suddenly fall to the floor on my backside, my legs entangled in my jeans. My head spins, but the lust retreats at what I see: my Super Saiyan three father has Mirai pressed to a wall.

 

I klutzily pull my jeans back on and rush to them. I do what first comes to my head - I grab a fistful of my father's hair and yank him away, off of Mirai. Goku lands with his back on the sink, the power of my yank crushing the sink to smithereens. The water starts spraying everywhere, soaking us on the spot. I glance over my shoulder to see Mirai fall to his knees while rubbing his neck and coughing his head off. I turn back to my father and backhand him in the face.

 

“Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!” I roar at him. As he bares his canines at me, I lose all touch with reality and just smash his nose again. I won't put up with this anymore! “Enough!” I bare my canines back at him. “Just touch him one more time and I'll rip your head off!” I yell, clenching my fists at my sides. “You think everything is allowed to you?! No! You will not tell me with whom to fuck!” I grab him by his neck, lift him off the ground and slam him into the wall. I clearly underestimate my power and the wall and the entire cupboard crumble on our heads, dishes and forks spilling everywhere around us. Then I just toss him to the ground. I think this is his room anyway.

 

I come back to the kitchen to find Mirai sitting on the drowned floor and shaking his head while trying to come back to his senses. His now loose wet soaking hair is clinging to his face and wet shirt. I pass the spraying fountains, scoop Trunks into my arms and lift him off the floor.

 

“Turn the water-supply system off,” I say to Seventeen who is calmly standing at the door. He didn't even move a finger after he entered the kitchen. Clever choice. “It's in the stockroom next to the bathroom.” My canines disappear as Seventeen goes to fulfill my order.

 

I take Mirai into my room and seat us on the floor. I don't want to use my bed. We both are soaking wet and we'll have to sleep this night here; I won't risk leaving Mirai alone.

 

Mirai is still coughing slightly, and I'm worried that Goku might have done some serious damage. Though, after a moment he leans on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him and raise my ki higher to dry us.

 

“Is everything alright?” Seventeen enters the room.

 

“Yeah, I think so,” I nod. “We're just drying off,” I explain my sudden ki rise.

 

Seventeen observes us. He leans on the door. “Your father is crying.”

 

I put my chin on Mirai's shoulder. I want to say that it serves him right, but then my anger melts.

 

“I'll go to see him,” I sigh instead. “You okay?” I ask Mirai. I stand up, pulling Mirai up together with me, after he confirms that he's fine.

 

“I'll come back soon,” I say to Mirai.

 

Mirai just nods. He raises his ki almost to that of Super Saiyan to dry off. Before leaving the room I motion with my head to Mirai. Seventeen nods.

 

I enter Goku's room and see what Seventeen had been talking about: my father's buried himself into the bed and his whole body is shaking with loud sobs.

 

And then I realize one thing - I had hit my father. And not once. And because of another male…

 

“Father?” I approach him. “Gods, I'm sorry…” I sit down next to him on the bed. “I'm really sorry. But why the hell did you…” stop Mirai from fucking me? Couldn't you simply smack Mirai several times instead of almost strangling him? This is what sounds in my head but I can't say this, can I? And I know why he did that anyway. More or less. Actually I think that if it were Mirai pressed to the table, and me leaning over Mirai's ass, none of this stupid incident would have happened. Goku still can't get over the thought of his hothouse plant having a relationship, much less sleeping with a man or, I should say, a man sleeping with him. Sure, none of this would be happening if Goten hadn't died; earlier Goku had never been concerned with whom I sleep. Now Goku is crawling out of his skin trying to protect me from all possible effects. That his concern and anxiety about me had been weighing me down all the time, but I can't shake it off, can I? I'm his son and the only person left that is close to him. And he's my father and the only one is who left of my family.

 

“Goku, I'm sorry,” I start stroking his back trying to soothe him. I'm not sure what to do. He's not reacting to me at all. I'm glad that the spraying water washed away most of Mirai's and my arousal scents. “It's okay,” I stroke his hair. Goku's own scent is overwhelming me, usually it calms me down and makes me feel secure, but this time that scent is overfilled with something…something that makes me nervous and woeful.

 

I sit and stroke my father's back without any effect.

 

I noticed that the thought about Saiyan bisexuality didn't sit very well with Goku. I don't know why, Goku himself admitted that he feels attraction to men! Maybe it doesn't sit well with him because he was mostly raised as Human, or maybe he just well… Don't know… I mean, give me a break! - I just realized myself that I'm bisexual and don't have as much trouble with this as my father has, since he has known that he has been bisexual for hell knows how many years!

 

As my father suddenly turns around and buries his face in my chest, my arms just wrap around him of their own accord and I can't hold back my tears anymore. I don't know how it all could have turned so wrong. Have never imagined that things could have become fucked up so much.

 

“Why?” he sobs out into my chest. “Why do you want to get rid of me? Is it Mirai?” he raises his reddish eyes at me, his face all wet with tears. “Did he tell you? Please tell me that it was him…”

 

Goku is shaking, his body desperately pressed to mine. I have no idea what he's talking about.

 

“We were just fooling around, father,” I run my arm over his back in circles while trying to calm him down. “We both wanted that.” Have never thought that I would talk about this with my father either. “I don't see anything-”

 

“Why…why do you want to send me there?” he sobs out again. His voice is filled with plea, and this time I think that I understand what's going on.

 

Oh Gods, I didn't realize… He is afraid to go. I have never thought about that. How stupid of me! He's still too traumatized. Too shattered. How I could have missed that?!

 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” I rock us back and forth. “I didn't think that… I just…” I just automatically assumed that my father, the hero of the universe, would simply go to the other timeline to kick some baddie's ass as usual. Gods, I'm such an idiot; my father isn't a machine that can deal with everything. He can fail sometimes. “You don't need to go. It will take more time, but I'll train hard, and you'll teach me, I'll go to Trunks' timeline, and I'll come back, and everything will be okay, and we'll live further, and soon everything will be okay, and…” I just mutter plenty of random nonsense while rocking us on the bed. I don't think that he can hear me anyway. He is just sobbing loudly while desperately clinging to me.

 

If someone had told me before that I'd have to live through all this, I'd have killed myself. Though, yeah, I'm just lamenting like some silly child.

 

“We'll just start at seven o'clock tomorrow, and you will start training me,” I brush over his distinctive spiky hair. “Everything is going to be alright.” Even I myself don't believe that.

 

XXXXX

 

I go back into my room after an hour. Mirai is sitting on the bed and raises his head after I close the door behind me. He is already dry; his hair draped loosely around his shoulders after my father pulled the band out of his hair while trying to choke him.

 

“How is he?” he asks, shifting closer to the edge of the bed.

 

I lean my back on the door and tip my head backwards to rest it upon the door also. “Sleeping now.” I look at the ceiling. It's white. Thank Gods. “Everything is so fucked up…” I groan.

 

Mirai doesn't say anything. There's nothing to say to this. Things are how they are.

 

“He won't go to your timeline,” I lower my head to look at Mirai. Yeah, Mirai seems to be startled. “He's…” I lower my eyes to look at my feet. “Gods… He thinks that I want to get rid of him and that's why I'm sending him there.”

 

“Gohan, he needs help,” Mirai's voice is soft.

 

I know that he's right. All of this is lasting too long. Several months have already passed, and Goku isn't getting much better. He's paranoid, overprotective and…and everything. He's falling apart.

 

I ruffle through my hair. I just don't know what to do. “Don't worry, I'll go,” I say then. “He'll train me. It will take more time, but…”

 

“Jesus…” Mirai groans. “What are you talking about? You will fucking die there.”

 

I close my eyes. “Mirai, to the best of your knowledge, I'm almost as strong as my father. I just need to gain more skill and practice.”

 

He's silent.

 

“Oh.”

 

I feel a smile tug at my lips. Yeah, probably Mirai didn't know. I lean my head back on the door.

 

The bed creaks, and Mirai is suddenly against me. I think I gasp at the abruptness of the movement.

 

My eyes widen and my body stiffens as suddenly he tugs my head down and his lips are on mine. Mirai's tongue wets my lower lip then sucks on it, and my body just melts to his. My head hits the door again as his lips crush mine. I close my eyes and finally open my mouth to let his tongue slide in. His hands wrap around my waist, tugging me to him, and a soft purr escapes my mouth. I tear my lips away from him and lean my head on his shoulder while he grazes at my throat. I stifle a moan.

 

Mirai's hands slip under my shirt, and I feel my body return to the stage where we had been when we were so rudely interrupted by my father. We lock our wet mouths again, and my hands wrap around his nape and into his hair to deepen the kiss. I groan into his mouth as he sucks on my tongue.

 

His hands start fidgeting with the buttons of my shirt and tug my shirt down my shoulders.

 

I shake my head as Mirai starts pushing me to the bed. “Nooo…Trunks we…caaan't,” I meekly push at his chest, though, I burn for him.

 

Trunks' right palm firmly squeezes my thigh and raises my leg to wrap around his thigh, and, instead of pushing him away, I press myself back to him. There's such a hot wire in the pit of my stomach that I think I'll go crazy. I clench my teeth and toss my head back as our groins rub together.

 

“We will keep this silent,” Mirai promises me between the kisses on my neck and shoulders as we fall onto the bed.

 

Oh Gods… I want to believe that lie but I have never been the one silent in bed, and our ki will wake my father up for sure. “No, no…” I finally muster some energy to push him away from me. “For Gods' sake, my father is behind that wall,” I motion with my head, panting.

 

Mirai leans back from between my thighs and gazes at me with clouded eyes then his hand lets go of my hip. “Pity,” he purrs at me.

 

I blush. At least it feels like it; I already have been flushed from our first kisses.

 

It takes plenty of time for us to go to sleep: we both need a cold shower and then lie awkwardly in bed while trying not to touch each other. I stare at the dark ceiling and feel Trunks' affectionate scent slowly seep through the covers. I'm not surprised as, after tossing ten minutes non-stop, he finally pulls me into his embrace. He loudly exhales into my neck and is asleep after two minutes. For me it takes much longer. I'm not used to this.

 

XXXXX

 

In a daze I mutter something unclear while trying to push something off my face. I almost settle back into sleep as I shoot up in bed after a loud smack echoes in my ears.

 

“Get up, pretty boy,” Mirai yawns, removing his palm from my stinging ass. “It's eight o'clock. We overslept.”

 

“I want to eat,” I mutter while untangling from the sheets.

 

Mirai rolls his eyes at me. “Sure you do. We all want. I heard your father and Seventeen tramping around in the house, so hopefully we'll get something. At least you will,” Mirai corrects himself. He ruffles through his loose hair while smoothing it. “Goku will probably hit me on my head with an empty ladle for seducing his son.” He stands up, pulls his jeans on and starts hopping on one foot while putting his shoes on.

 

I shift to the edge of the bed and start dressing. I want to make some “clever remark” but my mood is completely down. I'm not even sure if my father is going to agree to train me. Goku didn't say anything yesterday. He just cried himself to sleep. It might happen that I'll have to train on my own and ask Mirai and Seventeen to help me. I could learn some new moves from them, use them as sparring partners to get stronger. Hopefully I can get stronger…

 

“Gohan?”

 

I quickly blink at Mirai who suddenly has my chin in his hand and is looking into my eyes.

 

“Everything is going to be fine,” he says softly but with great conviction.

 

“I wonder where you learned to lie so well,” I wrench my chin from his palm. It's not that I'm angry. It's that I don't believe that. “Let's get something to eat and then train,” I stretch my back. Hell, I really am not used to sleeping in the same bed with someone else.

 

XXXXX

 

Dead silence. We eat, the spoons scratching and hitting the plates, an insensitive fly humming over our heads. I observe the ruined kitchen: the smashed sink has been removed, the tap is fixed. Probably Seventeen fixed it; my father doesn't have much knowledge in plumbing. Now we don't have a sink, but I suppose that we can always use a bucket instead. Only have to empty it manually.

 

The wall over the sink is one big hole and the rest of wall is all blistered. But there's no debris on the floor; Seventeen or my father must have cleaned it.

 

My eyes turn to my father who suddenly releases a small ki ball and fries the annoying fly to dust. “Listen, Trunks,” he then says. “I'm sorry for yesterday.”

 

Mirai raises his head from his plate. Surprised, he blinks his blue eyes at Goku. “I…” Trunks blinks again. “Yeah,” he says then, goes back to eating. Actually I was surprised that Mirai got his share of breakfast. My father feels antipathy for Mirai, and it's clearly seen.

 

“But you're rushing too much,” my father then says.

 

Mirai doesn't answer anything.

 

“Don't interfere,” I seriously say to my father, and we proceed with eating silently. I want Goku to know that I was damn serious yesterday evening.

 

“So what's the plan?” Seventeen asks. He is standing at the door, his arms crossed over his chest. As he doesn't need any food, he just enjoys our uncomfortable conversation.

 

“Well…” I feel the urge to scratch the back of my head and mentally slap my hand. “As it's me who's going to fight that freak, I have to raise my power level to that of Goku's and learn some new moves. I hope you're all willing to train me.”

 

“Errr…” my father for some reason is furiously scratching the back of his head. “Err…I don't exactly understand…” he looks at me. “Did your power lessen for some reason?”

 

“Nooo…” I blink at him. At least I didn't notice that it had lessened. I don't exactly follow Goku.

 

“So then…” he squirms then. His head suddenly jumps and he is staring at me as if he suddenly has realized something. “Gohan…” he nervously smiles then at me.

 

“Uhhh?” I nervously smile back at him. I swallow around my spoon.

 

“You really don't remember the fight with Datano?” he asks then.

 

“What should I remember?” I shift in my chair. Maybe he means some very important moves that helped him to defeat that accursed God.

 

“Well…” he again furiously scratches the back of his head. “I think you believe that it was me who killed that freak.”

 

“Well, yes,” I nod. What the hell does he want to say?

 

“Err…” he shifts. “Actually it was you who killed him. I was knocked out unconscious for a good half hour.”

 

I almost bite my spoon off.

 

Mirai chokes on his food.

 

I can't see and I don't care what Seventeen does.

 

“What?!” I spit out half of the food I was chewing. “What?!” I needlessly repeat while my jaw is loose. And then I know. I fucking know what the hell it was all about these last few weeks. Goku couldn't understand why I wanted to send him to Trunks' timeline while it was me who killed Datano. This is what those idiotic talks about me getting rid of him were from. This is why Goku was so crushed. “Gods,” I mutter, putting my spoon back onto the plate. I again look at Goku.

 

“That explains many things…” Mirai says then, going back to eating. I think we all agree with him.

 

We finish the meal in silence. Well, technically this unexpected revelation doesn't change much - I still will have to train. The thing is that I can't remember a thing about how I defeated the bastard; did I ascend even further or was it some clever maneuver? But it's clear that I need to train - I can perfectly remember how I looked when Mirai found me. It took me plenty of time to heal.

 

XXXXX

 

The flight to the “training grounds” takes about half an hour. We already chose one of the areas where Datano's blasts struck several days ago. It's perfect for training - no living forms within a radius of twenty kilometers. Perfect. With only the scorched earth below and the sizzling sun above. The wind is tired and there are only several meek gusts that attempt to shift the specks on the ground.

 

We four land in the first best place and start stretching. I concentrate and pay heed to what I'm doing; it was several moths ago when I last fought or had intense physical activity. And I can't even remember that. The training is going to be hard.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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