Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid ❯ Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Hello, Camaro!

Nice to hear from you ^_~ You liked the lemon? Well, I have to tell that this one isn't one of my favorites. I suppose it's quite okay, for I always try not to go overboard with making a sex scene too mushy or too sluttish, and this one falls in the same category.

Yeah, Gohan is an odd duck. At least I always thought that. It looks that he simply can't fit in. It's that he is either not enough Saiyan or not enough Human. Take it how you want - he doesn't belong anywhere.

Finding one's place is a damn hard work. And he had never tried for real - he just followed the rules or steps of others, tried to fit in, to mold into the form that was prepared for him. How does it feel when the fate of the world lies on a twelve-year-old boy's shoulders? Scary to think about it… Well, to me Gohan is the most complex character ever.

 

Hello, Keichou!

Thanks for your comment! Well, it's way away from perfection, but I do try hard.

 

Hello, Kate! Umm…thanks ^_~

 

Hello, MaraiTrunks!

Glad you liked the chapter. Well, what concerns the size… Actually I don't really care what are the “norms” in the size of member in DBZ fics. But the truth is that every guy thinks about the size. So, the point is, I didn't want to stress who of the two (Trunks and Gohan) has a bigger cock, but I definitely know that they would compare. And of course Trunks compared himself to Gohan. Though…there's that other thing…Trunks is leading in their pair now, so maybe that's why I gave him a bigger cock. Though, it might be that I simply didn't think any of it while writing. Yeah, with me it is like that - interpretations come later ^_~

Yeah, you'll see how the trio (Goku, Trunks and Gohan) will interact further ^_~

 

Hello, Tdragon!

Actually Datano's targets were not associated with Mirai Trunks. It just happens that he was the strongest being in his world. And if you mean his younger form, it goes the same for him - he was killed because he constituted menace for the God.

Mirai Trunks already told why he was late to their timeline - the different circumstances in his world influenced the different time of the attack. Trunks went back in time being sure that he'll have plenty of years to prepare for the oncoming attack. It turned out that he was just in time to see everyone slaughtered.

I hope I was exhaustive enough ^_~

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not making 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 9

 

Something is purring somewhere. I shift, and now the purr is somewhere near my ear. I yawn and turn around one more time then open my eyes. They fly wide open as I suddenly see Mirai's face against mine. All memory of last nights activities come back with a crashing force.

 

“Morning, sweetie,” Mirai purrs at me and kisses my brow while I stare at him wide-eyed. His hand is stroking my thigh.

 

I feel awkward then I frown. “Don't call me that.” I sit up in bed and frown again; my ass hurts. I pull the sheet higher on me. And I frown even more - how in the hell am I going to train?

 

It's already light outside. I rub my forehead. I have to get into my room before my father wakes up or we are going to be subjected to hysterics again.

 

This is called the morning after. Dammit.

 

I turn to Mirai to ask what time it is and I get confused. His face… Oh shit. He thinks that I'm regretting yesterday. I quickly move over to Mirai.

 

“Everything is okay,” I kiss him on the cheek (I don't trust morning breath). “Yesterday was wonderful. Can't wait to repeat that… I'm sorry - I'm always grumpy in the mornings…father and such…” I spill, hoping Trunks' mood would improve. “I'm sorry…”

 

I gasp as Mirai suddenly squeezes me into his embrace. Something wet runs down my neck. Is Mirai crying?

 

“Gohan, you…” he quickly sobs out. “You don't unders… You are the only one whom I have. You don't… I love you so much… I don't know what I would do if…” he spills fast. “All I want is…” he hiccups in his agitation. “And you just tease me and play with me and just… And I don't know…”

 

“Shhh…” I brush over his back trying to calm him down. Gods, I didn't know he felt like that…it seems yesterday he belittled his feelings a little… Well, yeah I presumed something. True, after I finally realized that he was trying to get my attention, I also realized that he had been trying to court me for at least three good months...or…well, or from the very moment he found me unconscious on that battlefield. I just…well, I just didn't notice. I tend not to notice some things sometimes. I just wonder what Mirai sees in me…

 

“I'm sorry,” I firmly embrace him. “I'm very sorry,” I press my cheek to his. I think I'm also going to start crying. “I'm so sorry, Trunks.” But then I think that he might misunderstand what I'm apologizing for. “It's okay. Now everything will be fine.”

 

I would like to say what he wants to hear - that I also love him, but the thing is that I'm not so sure about that. True, I like him very much, Mirai is a wonderful guy, I like spending my time with him, I think we have very much in common, the sex was great and I really would like this relationship to turn into something more, but do I already love Mirai? Perhaps I'm selfish, but on the other hand I can't promise that which I'm not so sure about and what I can't give.

 

There's a very strong sex scent in the room. I can hardly scent mine, but that of Trunks is everywhere. I inhale the scent that is wafting from Mirai's naked skin. Mnnn… I also can smell a very faint blood scent. I hardly can tell but I think it's mine.

 

No, I'm really not regretting yesterday. It's that there are too many problems, and I didn't get much sleep last night.

 

I hold Mirai until he calms down. We stay pressed against each other then Mirai slowly gets up. The sun is already up and I watch Trunks' naked frame bask in the morning sunrays. He starts looking for his clothes.

 

“Sorry,” Mirai uncomfortably shifts while pulling his boxers up.

 

“It's okay,” I shake my head. I know that now he is embarrassed for his outburst, but that was my fault anyway. “Take a shower first,” I say to him. If he goes to my father smelling like that…

 

Mirai raises his head at me. Oh. I suppose he doesn't realize how he smells. Maybe it's not only me who can't catch his own scent. “You smell like pure sex,” I grin at him.

 

“You too,” Trunks smiles back at me. My mood improves instantly.

 

He then leaves the room. To take a shower, doubtlessly.

 

I fall back into the bed to enjoy the warmth. I wriggle between the sheets for some time then stretch and finally get up. I don't hurry - the sun is already up and I perfectly know that Goku is also up - now it's no use trying to hide anything.

 

I find my boxers tossed on the ground, pull them on. I want to make the bed, but then frown - there's several blood smears on the sheet. Well, yeah…Mirai hadn't been very gentle…and actually I didn't want him to be. I felt damn good.

 

While tossing the sheet to the ground I also find an empty tube of lube. I fiercely blush while realizing how much of that stuff is stuck in my ass.

 

I find Mirai already in the bathtub, under the streaming hot water. It's not only he, who needs to take a shower, besides I want to apologize for the morning.

 

He didn't hear me enter and, enjoying the sight, I lean on the wall, behind Mirai, to watch him; the sound of rushing and spraying water covers my approach. It's steamy and hot in the bathroom; the rising and boiling steam covers my scent. Mirai's showers are way too hot for my liking.

 

I'm lucky that there aren't any shower curtains. I feel myself getting hard at the sight of his naked form. Water is flowing over his shoulders and back in rivulets. Damn, he's well-built. And his skin has that beautiful tinge of tan. I know that this is not because he spends much time in sun - all his body is equally “tanned” - it's inborn. Vegeta's skin was even darker, and the prince never went undressed anywhere. Vegeta even had something similar to a phobia about naked skin. He used to wear gloves everywhere and every time.

 

My eyes follow a blue sponge in Trunks' palm. I follow its route from Mirai's broad chest to his corded neck then nape. He rubs the skin there then the sponge trails down almost to his groin. He's semi erect. I almost purr at the sight. I wonder if he is going to… No. Sadly, the sponge trails up again, to his armpit. I think he's rushing to leave the bathroom for me. Silly thing.

 

Actually Mirai loudly yelps, jumps and tries to elbow me in the gut. I easily catch his arm and press it to his side. His loud, relieved exhalation I can hear even over the rushing water. I lean his wet and hot back against my chest and can feel his scared, drumming heartbeat. But it's calming down.

 

“Want to share the shower?” I purr into his ear.

 

“Always,” Mirai chuckles, leaning his head back on my shoulder and kissing my neck.

 

“Then lower the temperature a notch,” I purr while nuzzling my cheek into his. “Or I'm going to boil away alive.”

 

He pulls away to regulate the temperature. Gods, Mirai has a nice ass!

 

A loud slap echoes in the bathroom.

 

Mirai jumps then turns around to look at me in surprise.

 

“Always wanted to do that,” I innocently grin at him. Well, already a long time ago I noticed that part of his anatomy.

 

Mirai blushes. He really blushes! But the color quickly seeps away from his cheeks. He chuckles.

 

“Want me to help you with washing?” he suggestively trails his palm down my waist to my own bottom, lightly squeezing the left cheek. After I nod, his other hand starts scrubbing my chest with the same blue sponge he had been using before. The water is not so hot anymore and I thankfully relax as the stream flows down my back.

 

The cleaning process takes much longer than one would expect - the sponge is replaced by Mirai's hands, fingers, lips. By the time he washes my hair, we both are panting and hard. I want much more contact.

 

“Ngh,” I gasp as he reaches out and encloses my erect phallus. “You forgot…to wash my…tail,” I gasp out while he's starting to stroke me in a smooth rhythm. My hips follow his lead.

 

“You don't need to wash it so often, or you'll have to get a special shampoo for it,” Mirai purrs while nibbling on my ear.

 

“That for cats?” I laugh even though I hardly can breathe. “Nnn…” I arch as he brushes his thumb over the head and then rubs over the slit.

 

“Or for dogs,” Mirai answers my amusement not breaking the rhythm. “The skin there is really sensitive. If washed too often or harmed it might start to desquamate or encrust with sloughs. The fur would become frayed and thin.”

 

How the hell does he know all that? I lean my forehead onto his shoulder, concentrating on pleasure Mirai is giving to me. Blissfully, I pant and grunt into his neck for some time. But I have to give something back.

 

Trunks' breath hitches when I start stroking him in the same rhythm he is stroking me. His moans draw several shudders of pleasure from my body. We lock our lips while trying to swallow each other. We struggle for dominance, and then I press Mirai to the wall behind him, under the stream. I want him to come first.

 

His face flushes, he closes his eyes, and loudly breathes. I can hear and feel short, labored puffs on my shoulder. Mirai is a bit shorter and lighter than I, which gives me a perfect opportunity to simply use my natural body weight to keep him pinned to the slick tiles.

 

What a sight…

 

His breath becomes harsh, labored, his body starts spasming. I increase the strength and speed. The rhythm on my member falters then stops altogether. With a muffled groan, Mirai arches off the wall. A warm spurt trickles down my fist and abdomen. The scents make me half-conscious. Not that I was very aware before…

 

After several moments Mirai slumps back against the bluish tiles. Damn, they are as blue as my member is now. Maybe I should have let him finish me off first. But then his hand is on me, several rough strokes and I come in no time.

 

When I come round, I'm in Mirai's arms, pressed against him. My head is pleasantly buzzing, body blissfully drained. I greedily inhale the scents that surround us. I just simply want to fall asleep again. But the shower is off.

 

“Come on,” Mirai chuckles, pulling me together with him, out of the bathtub. “Or Goku will come looking for us.”

 

That makes me move faster.

 

XXXXX

 

I wolf down my meal in no time and go through the pots looking for more. Have never been hungrier in my life.

 

“In the oven,” my father says. He watches me with a mild surprise on his face. He hadn't been surprised when Mirai asked for more - Mirai eats almost as much as Goku himself used to - but on the other hand, I…

 

I happily sit down back into my place with a huge plate of stewed fish with vegetables and boiled potatoes.

 

“You are about to eat your dinner,” Seventeen calmly says from the doorway where he's leaning on the frame with his arms crossed.

 

I blink at my plate. Breakfast and dinner at once?

 

Goku waves off. “Just eat; I'll make something else later.”

 

I gratefully start inhaling my meal. It's not the first time my appetite doubled after sex. It's always like that, and I'm not the only one.

 

I don't know if my father is so naïve or he's pretending not to notice. When Mirai and I entered the kitchen, he asked how the hunting went. I think Seventeen told him that. But how in the hell could my father have believed that we didn't manage to catch anything? Not talking about our still dripping hair... Though, he might have thought that we took a shower after we got dirty while hunting. But what about..? Ah, to hell with it.

 

“Actually… Can I also have mine now?” Mirai slightly blushes. He fidgets with his fork in his empty plate.

 

Goku's brow rises. I almost can see the gears in his head shift. He frowns. He finally adds two and two together. He sniffs the air, gives me a short angry look then again turns back to Mirai. Goku bares his canines at him.

 

“Don't do anything you'll regret later,” I push a piece of stewed fish into my mouth.

 

Goku snarls at that. He's ignoring my presence. That works on me…not very well.

 

“I'm a big boy, daddy. If I want to fuck, I will.”

 

Mirai gives me a big-eyed look. Goku growls.

 

“Wash your mouth, youngster,” Seventeen slaps me over my head.

 

I turn around and stare at him wide-eyed. It wasn't a harmful attack so I don't react to this as to a threat, it just stuns me that he slapped me.

 

“Don't touch him,” Goku motions with his head for Seventeen to retreat, which he does. “Fine,” Goku then snarls at me after I turn back to him. “Do whatever you want.”

 

XXXXX

 

I'm frustrated after the brunch. My father left Mirai and me in peace, but… Yeah, if I translated Goku's words… Well, they would say: Go fuck yourself, you ungrateful bastard!

 

My father ignores me, and I have to spar with Mirai. I go Super Saiyan, then Super Saiyan Two and match my power to that of Mirai's while we spar. We are almost equal in skills and, what concerns increasing my power, this spar is almost useless, except that I again have to adjust to these forms. As told, I rarely transform.

 

I need a partner close to my strength or I'm not going to improve. I glare at Goku and Seventeen who are calmly sitting on the ground. At least fighting against two I could use more of my power, but no - the damn android obeys my father and stays on the ground. And since when does Seventeen listen to others?!

 

Goku is behaving childish and stupid! I need to get stronger not because I want to, but because I have to go to that cursed timeline and kill that other Datano!

 

“Shush, calm down,” Mirai puts his arms on my biceps after I start growling in anger and frustration. “He'll get over this. You'll see,” he soothingly brushes up and down my arms.

 

My power stops crackling around me, and I slowly drop the transformations. We land to sit on the ground. Maybe it's good that today there's nobody for me to spar with - I doubt I'd manage to control myself by having more power.

 

Mirai is panting harshly, and I know that he stopped the spar not only because I started to become too angry, but also because he's done. He's sweaty and tired, and I call it a day for him.

 

“Let's go for a swim and then let's make something to eat,” I quickly give a chaste kiss to Mirai's lips.

 

He leans his head on my shoulder. “Just five minutes more please,” he groans in a tortured voice.

 

I ruffle his damp hair. “Some more time, and you can kick his ass yourself,” I chuckle. Yep, this spar was only useful for Mirai. “Come on,” I stand up, pulling him up with me.

 

“You are heartless,” Mirai mutters.

 

“…And hungry,” I agree.

 

We shoot into the sky and reach the lake in no time. We quickly toss the clothes away and plunge into water. I consider ravishing Mirai, but, sadly, I'm very hungry and I know that Mirai is really tired. I postpone the idea until the evening.

 

We go to Mirai's house. I don't want to see Goku right now. Besides, we can make dinner on our own.

 

I still don't like those pink walls in Mirai's house. But yesterday I didn't even notice them. Well, it was dark. I suddenly wonder why we made love with almost all of the lights switched off.

 

A bowl slips from my hands as the thought leads me to another thought. How could I have forgotten?!

 

“Gohan?” Mirai looks at the unbroken bowl on the floor.

 

I squat to pick it up. “I…” I frantically rub my forehead, putting the bowl on the table. “Trunks…yesterday…”

 

“Yeah?” Mirai puts the knife he's holding on the table and approaches me. “What about it?”

 

“You told me once…” Gods, Gods, Gods… Can't be, I can't be… “…that Saiyan males can get pregnant.”

 

He relaxes then smiles at me. “It's fine, don't worry about that - you are not in season.”

 

Season? What season?

 

“Yeah, I should have explained that to you earlier,” Mirai scratches his head after looking at my confused visage. “Well, you can call it `heat' if you want.”

 

I would like to know what the hell he's talking about. “Then I have menstruations or what?!” I shout at him demanding to stop this shit and to normally explain what he's talking about.

 

“No, of course not,” he waves his hands against his chest. “Besides you know that it would be the opposite, because menstrua…” he shuts his mouth when I begin to growl at him. “No, you will simply start giving off a peculiar scent. Well, at least you are supposed to, but last time I didn't notice anything. Probably it's because of the blood-mix.”

 

“What?” Have I already been in that “heat”?

 

“Then, in the hospital, and several days after,” Mirai nods. “I think it was your first heat. But I'm not very sure if your regrown tail triggered it or if the tail was only the result of the heat.”

 

“Oh.” I turn around to look at my tail. I knew it was going to be a pain in the ass.

 

“I don't know what your cycle is,” Mirai then shrugs. “We'll have to wait until you go into heat again. But first heats rarely are regular. Mine is every 103 days, but the first four were a mess.”

 

For fuck's sake, this really sounds like we were talking about menstruation. “And how long does it last?” Don't tell me that one week garbage …

 

Mirai shrugs. “Don't know. Depends. Mine lasts three to five days. Gohan used to be in heat for over a week.”

 

I blink at him. “Over a week? So you do know my cycle then?”

 

“No,” he chuckles. “I was too young to be interested in him enough to count. I just remember how long it lasted. He used to be very aggressive.”

 

Over a week? Why over a week? It's not fair! Err…not that I felt any effects, anyway. Aggressive? “So until I go into that damn heat, it's okay?”

 

Mirai chuckles again. “Yeah, besides, you do know about condoms, right?”

 

I just snort at that.

 

XXXXX

 

For next three days nothing changed - I can't spar normally. The frustration between us four is almost tangible. Though, on the second day, Seventeen gets deadly bored and finally ignores my father, and then I have two spar-partners instead of only one. That lets me train in Super Saiyan Three form. At first I'm careful, but as I don't notice any side-effects, I even directly switch several times from Super Saiyan Three to Mystic at the same power level. But to tell the truth, I ceased to do that when after the second time I got very dizzy and almost fainted. I don't think that I was supposed to play with those forms, besides there is no need in that; I perfectly know that the most power I can gather is while being in the form of Mystic.

 

Me and Mirai… Oh well, we are doing just fine. My ass damn well hurts but everything's fine. And I didn't know that one can do such things with one's mouth… All in all, my education is moving forward and I don't have anything to complain about.

 

I just wish for my father to finally come round. I'm afraid that he might do something to Mirai. The glares that Goku is giving to Mirai… I'm afraid to leave Trunks alone. I have moved to Trunks' house, but that only embittered my father more.

 

I really hope this nonsense will pass soon.

 

XXXXX

 

Heavy. Damn how it's heavy. Something is pressing my stomach. It isn't painful, but the strange feeling of heaviness is increasing further. I gasp while massaging my stomach. A scream. Then another one. My eyes fly open, I gasp and turn and try to get away.

 

“Shhh, sh, calm down. You had a nightmare again.”

 

I recognize Mirai's voice and let my body relax. I notice my father standing beside Mirai, watching us. Why is my father here? Did something happen?

 

“Gohan, sweetheart?”

 

“Uh?” I look at Mirai's face as he lifts my chin. The heaviness is still here. And I feel very dizzy. I wince as the pressing and heaviness in my stomach increase. My head starts swimming.

 

“Gohan? Gohan, what's wrong?”

 

“…either ill….or he's…season,” Mirai's voice is somewhere near my ear. He sounds worried, though I can't catch all the words.

 

“Why…react…that?”

 

“I had to tell…. You…never told…about this….how you…he'd react?! …doesn't understand…!”

 

“…shut up! …didn't need to know! He isn't…!”

 

“You idiot! …gay! Just fucking…accept that! You yourself… No…problems… He's fine!”

 

The sounds and tones get louder and angrier, and I'm afraid that they will start fighting. I shift, trying to get rid of the daze, but it gets only worse, and then comes blackness.

 

XXXXX

 

“Hey.”

 

I turn my head to Trunks. I stare at him until I remember the last things I saw and heard. I rub my eyes and yawn. I feel very good actually. Whatever it was, it has passed. My stomach still feels strange but now it somehow feels pleasant.

 

“What happened?” I yawn again. I untangle from the sheets and sit up in the bed. I'm almost naked for some reason. I look questioningly at Mirai, but then I remember that I went to sleep like that.

 

“Nothing to be worried about,” Mirai shakes his head. “Congratulations - your second heat,” he chuckles then.

 

“Oh…” I look at him, confused. “Is it always like that?” I shudder at the thought, but the last time I also fainted and woke up in the hospital.

 

“No,” Mirai brushes a hair strand from my eyes. “I think you are simply too tense, under a lot of stress and you have been training, and it's still one of the first ones…”

 

I hope he's right - I don't want to faint every time I go into heat.

 

“Where's my father?”

 

“Outside, with Seventeen. Fishing,” Mirai chuckles, kissing me on the brow. “He decided that you need more protein.”

 

I groan. But Mirai shakes his head.

 

“He's finally talking to me,” he says. “He got very scared when your ki started rising and then you didn't react when we tried to wake you up. In the end you woke up but then you fainted.” Mirai lies down next to me and starts playing with my hair. “He stayed at your side all night, but, after your scent changed, we all relaxed, he fell asleep, and in the afternoon he went fishing.”

 

“Afternoon?” I raise my head to look through the window. Yep, I slept almost through the whole day.

 

“How do you feel?” Mirai holds my chin while observing me. I feel strange when he sniffs at me.

 

“I'm fine,” I nod. “Did my scent really change?” I push him away.

 

“Yes, now it's much stronger. It's telling that you're ready to couple.”

 

I blush.

 

“And I'm ready to help,” Mirai chuckles at my red face. He gives me a chaste kiss. “Now, go take a shower, meanwhile I'll rustle something up.

 

I quickly take a shower, dress and go into the kitchen. There's already a steaming plate filled with fried potatoes, a steak and salad. Rustle something up...?

 

“Your father…” Mirai grins, sitting down beside me. “He told me to heat this up in case you woke up.”

 

Not asking anything more, I dig into the food. I startle as suddenly there's loud music echoing in the room. Mirai quickly walks over the fridge and takes something from the top of it. Ah, a cell phone.

 

As far as I can understand - Mirai has to see to some business in Capsule Corporation. A secretary, or whoever is calling, wants him to see some Hitinira Ariaki. Mirai doesn't want to meet him. At first. But then, after some frustrated sighs and more persuasion, Mirai agrees with tomorrow's 11 o'clock.

 

“Will have to leave tomorrow,” Mirai frowns, tossing the phone back onto the fridge.

 

I shrug with my mouth full at Mirai who comes back to sit next to me. He looks a great deal frustrated.

 

“This week was a nice vacation,” he sighs, leaning on the backrest. “Well, not telling that Goku wanted to kill me all the time, and those…” he just waves off in the end. “Yeah, it was a pretty horrible vacation. But at least I didn't need to deal with any red-tape.”

 

“But it wasn't all bad,” I swallow a huge potato almost without chewing.

 

Mirai chuckles. He sniffs at me again. “Sure it wasn't. The sex was great.”

 

I choke on the potato then curse Mirai. “Trying to kill me?”

 

Mirai frowns then. “Just don't dare leave before I come back.”

 

I roll my eyes. “If the tempo isn't going to increase, it might happen that I won't ever leave.” Though, if Mirai's told the truth, and my father's stopped being an ass, everything can happen.

 

There's the sound of an opening door and after several seconds my father and Seventeen enter the kitchen. My father is carrying a huge fish on a hook that he's holding in his right hand.

 

Goku's face lightens after he sees me eating. “Gohan. You're up. How do you feel?”

 

At least he's talking to me. “Hello. Fine,” I nod. “Thanks for the meal,” I motion at the plate in front of me.

 

Goku happily nods in answer. “Fried fish for supper,” he raises his catch in the air. He then turns around while trying to fit the “whale” into a small kitchen sink.

 

“Cut it in half or something,” Seventeen says after looking at the sink. “Or the bathroom…”

 

“No way,” Mirai bristles up, “if you want, use your own bathroom. It will stink of fish later!”

 

Seventeen shrugs, Goku starts cutting the fish into smaller pieces. He thinks that I don't see that he is sniffing the air. I know that he isn't trying to scent the fish.

 

“Wrap your tail,” Mirai whispers to me.

 

Hell, my stupid tail is flouncing behind my back again. I still it and wrap around my waist. I don't exactly know how my scent might affect Goku. Actually I doubt if it affects him at all; probably he, as my relative, is indifferent to it. Mirai, on the other hand, has already started displaying strange signs: he's touching and sniffing at me all the time. Not that I'm complaining, but…it's just…a little disturbing.

 

“Need some help with this beast?” I ask my father. I walk over to him to observe what he's doing. The fish has been disemboweled already at the lake where they caught it.

 

“Yeah,” Goku nods. “Get a big basin for it.”

 

“It's here,” Mirai gets up and opens the cupboard that is standing next to the sink. He hands over to me a big blue basin. “Need some spice?” he then asks already ransacking another cupboard that it's hanging over the oven.

 

“Yep, would be nice,” Goku says.

 

Goku starts washing the fish then puts all of the washed pieces into the basin. Mirai sprinkles them with spice and flour. I didn't know Mirai had all that stuff in his kitchen. Though, I'm a bad cook; wouldn't know what to do with all that stuff, anyway.

 

Goku finishes seasoning the fish, washes his hands off and sits down. I sit down opposite him, Mirai takes the seat next to me, Seventeen leans on the door. We all look at Goku and wait.

 

“I'm sorry,” Goku sighs. He fidgets with his hands then looks at us again. “I shouldn't have…” he sighs again. Yeah, I know that this is very hard for him. “…been such an asshole.” He looks at Mirai. “I really apologize for all that...”

 

“It's okay,” Mirai nervously brushes over his hair. “We all have been under a lot of stress… It's…okay,” he flusters even more.

 

“Err…” Goku turns to me, “we can restart our spars whenever you wish. I'm really sorry.”

 

I nod. “Tomorrow would be fine.” I then remember something. “Trunks is going away tomorrow.”

 

“Yeah. I'll try to come back as soon as I can,” Trunks says.

 

“Is something up at Capsule Corp.?” Seventeen gets interested. At least he's interested in this.

 

“Hitinira Ariaki.”

 

“Fuck,” Seventeen groans. “He isn't going go stop, is he?”

 

Mirai snorts, “Not until I sign that cursed contract.”

 

“Do you have to sign it?” I wonder. “Why? If you don't need it…”

 

Mirai sighs. “Well, it's not that we don't need it, it's that…”

 

“We don't need it YET,” Seventeen rolls his eyes. “In about two months we WILL NEED it.”

 

I just wave that off. Business.

 

XXXXX

 

Mirai sniffs at me again.

 

“Will you stop that, finally?” I glare at him. I push Mirai away from my face.

 

Mirai leans back in the bed and sheepishly smiles at me. “Sorry. I don't think that I can stop; I don't feel when I do that.”

 

I sit up and lean my head on the headboard. It's useless - he is already sniffing at me again. It's annoying.

 

“Don't you want to do something besides sleeping?” Mirai purrs into my ear.

 

“No.”

 

He starts kissing my neck.

 

“Will you fucking stop that and let me sleep?!” I growl, pushing him away.

 

“But Gohan…”

 

I slap his hand away from my thigh. “Calm the fuck down, or I'm going to sleep at my father's.” For God's sake, does he have a sex overdrive or something?!

 

“Don't make me beg…”

 

??? No, he really went mad.

 

“Listen, I don't want sex, I just want to sleep!” I can feel all the hairs on my body rise up in irritation. It even surprises me - usually I don't refuse sex. “Get off me!” I yell after he tries to crawl on top of me. “Fine, you can sleep alone then,” I snarl, grabbing my shirt from the chair then I walk over to the door.

 

XXXXX

 

I wake up in my room at seven o'clock. Father and Seventeen's voices are wafting from the kitchen. I stay in the bed for several minutes more then wiggle away. I think I should see Mirai before he leaves.

 

“Morning,” my father purrs, raising his head from a newspaper. Where the hell did he get it from?

 

“Hi,” I nod. “Seventeen,” I answer the android's nod.

 

“Did you two get into an argument?” Seventeen asks.

 

I scratch my head. “No. Well…no.” I just refused sex. Is that an argument?

 

“He's in heat,” my father shrugs. He folds the newspaper. “It's something in the culture,” he then explains further as Seventeen just cocks his head to the side. “Wins the best.”

 

“What the hell are you talking about?” I sigh. “Is Trunks still sleeping?” I ask then.

 

“He's away. Didn't seem very happy,” Seventeen says. He then turns to Goku. “What was that about the culture?”

 

Fine. Whatever.

 

“It's sort of a contest,” Goku explains further. “You can't feel it, but now he's giving off a scent that would knock flat any unmated Saiyan male. The one, who manages to overcome others, will…” Goku scratches his head then blushes a bit, “will get a…prize. Well, but only in case he also could manage to defeat that of his chosen prize who wouldn't exactly be happy to be a prize and would assure that the winner would be the best of all.”

 

Okay. So to translate this - it probably would mean that Trunks is supposed to rape me. Fine. I just hope Trunks doesn't know that.

 

“Just fine,” I snort, getting up to make something to drink. “Anyone for tea, coffee, oil?”

 

“Coffee,” Goku happily chirps.

 

Seventeen snorts.

 

XXXXX

 

We spar until I can no more. I just drop from Mystic and land on the ground. I haven't been fighting with all my power and Goku clearly had the upper hand. I fought at my full power only for ten minutes, but when I noticed having strange thoughts about skinning my father alive then frying him on a light fire…

 

I lean back on my hands and loudly pant.

 

“You okay?” Goku lands beside me and drops from Super Saiyan Three.

 

“Yeah, almost beaten to death, but fine,” I rasp out.

 

A ki.

 

We both turn our heads to the side where we felt it.

 

“I'll go check,” Goku says, blasting off into the sky.

 

As if. I go after him.

 

We find what we have been searching for in about ten minutes. An Elf. Just fucking kill me. We found a fucking Elf. At least this thing looks like one: longish ears, pale skin, long green hair; he's slim and quite tall.

 

“I didn't know they exist,” I stare at the white creature that is bleeding all over or doing whatever while lying in dirt. Maybe those idiotic tales weren't only tales after all… “Is it bleeding?”

 

“Don't know,” my father slowly approaches the thing. “The liquid is blue… I can't scent any blood.”

 

“It might be dying…” I frown.

 

Goku carefully touches the thing with his right foot. “Might be… We should get him…or her into our house. You do realize what people would do to this…errr…Elf…?”

 

“I think they already did what they wanted to do…” The thing is giving off a strange scent. It's like…tallow or…maybe something oily… It's something organic… I can't identify it - it's… If this was a wounded Human, I would scent blood, flesh, illness, fear, adrenaline and many other things, but now… All I scent is some fat.

 

“You think it was Humans?” Goku asks.

 

“And who else? Now they hunt down everyone who stands out from them.” I cautiously lean over the thing. It's still breathing.

 

“Or maybe this Elf deserved that?”

 

I look at my father. Yeah… after Goten's death many things have changed. I doubt my father would have even been considering for a second before taking this thing to our house and start to nurse it.

 

“Whatever,” I say. “But before this thing comes round it can't tell us what happened. We shouldn't make any preconceptions.” Before Goku could protest, I squat down and take the creature into my arms. The blue liquid is sticky. The scent of tallow is tickling my nose. I wouldn't tell that it's a very pleasant scent.

 

We fly back to the house. I choose my father's capsule house and Seventeen meets us at the door. He observes the white thing with blue liquid streaks then steps back to allow me to pass.

 

“What the fuck is this thing?” he asks.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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