Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid ❯ Part 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Hello, Toki Mirage!

Well, I saw you already read this on Fanfiction.net, so probably you won't read this, but I hope your curiosity was satisfied.

 

Hello, NewFan!

Oh, yes - I completely agree - dial-up is evil, eeeeevil.

Oi, I'm glad you like chapter 8. Although that scene in the kitchen with Gohan washing dishes and Trunks embracing him (ch.7) is my favorite of all the scenes I have ever written, there's something very cute about that conversation and transition to sex in ch. 8. I'm not very keen on fighting, though… Heh, but I do try…

Yes, currently Trunks is more attached to Gohan. Gohan is unsure about his own feelings while Trunks is absolutely positive that he loves and wants Gohan.

Hmm… Concerning Gohan dealing with his attraction to men, I can say that in this case Gohan chose very simply - why to deny what's obvious? Especially after the “lectures” Trunks gave him about Saiyans.

Heh, this is the first time I wrote heat like this - a complete opposite as it is usually described. Instead of becoming horny and slutty, Gohan will turn the opposite. Quite some sense of “survives the fittest”. I other words - if you want to prolong your line and impregnate the one that is in heat, you have to be worth that and defeat him first. Heh. Actually I like this version better than the others, hahaha

Oh, Seventeen will raise his hand again Gohan once again. Dunno why I wrote that. Probably wanted to show that Seventeen has much more emotions than we see ^_~

Well, enjoy.

 

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 10

 

I was on watch at the pale thing's side all night. We just peeled the rest of the ragged clothes off the creature, but didn't try anything else. As we have no idea how to tend to it, not wishing to cause more harm than has already been done, we simply laid it in my room, in my bed, and let it rest and heal on its own. Why am I at its side? -Just in case it decided to wake up at night and kill us all.

 

I think the creature is getting better. Its breathing is almost normal and it looks…I think better. Though, I'm not very sure about that - it might be exactly the opposite. Hell knows.

 

I put the book aside. It's about time Goku switched places with me - I also want to get some rest. I walk over to the table, to a jar filled with water.

 

Something blurs past my eyes. Ah. Our Elf seems to have completely healed…

 

I raise my hand with the pale-greenish creature in it. It's shorter than I. The creature has big blue eyes. They look scared.

 

“And where are you going?” I lower the thing to its feet. “First tell me what the hell are you, then what happened, and what you are going to do.”

 

“I…I…” the pale thing stutters. It seems a great deal afraid.

 

“Gohan?!” Goku tosses the door to the side. I just hate when he forgets he can IT.

 

Seventeen follows Goku into the room.

 

“Its fine,” I calm them down. “Our Elf woke up and wanted to sneak out without any explanation.”

 

“I'm not an Elf!” the creature wiggles in my grasp.

 

“Oh,” I shrug. “So who the hell are you then?”

 

“A Nymph,” the creature says.

 

“A girl?” I ask. You know, it's not funny - even while undressing this thing, and being assured that it's a boy, I can't get rid of some strange feeling.

 

“A boy,” the Nymph glowers at me. He quickly waves his hands apologizing for his glare after I frown.

 

“A Nymph? A boy Nymph?” Goku scratches his head. He again observes our almost naked catch. “I thought they were all women.”

 

Seventeen rolls his eyes. “I thought they didn't exist at all.”

 

I push the Nymph or whatever it is to a chair and seat it there. “So what do we call you?”

 

“Naruki,” the Nymph tentatively looks into my eyes.

 

“Well, Naruki,” I give him a fake smile, “I suggest you start from the very beginning.”

 

After almost an hour of talking, my view of the world changes a bit again: it appears that this Naruki is a cross between an Elf and a Nymph, only that he prefers the last name. It appears that Naruki really has been attacked by Humans. He told us that he and some others of his kind lived in a city several hundred kilometers away from here. Datano destroyed the city and everyone who lived there. Naruki was away at the time and that saved his life. But he had to look for a new place to live. He tried out a small town near here, but after someone saw him change his appearance into his usual one, he almost got skinned alive. He managed to get far enough away but was too wounded and lost consciousness.

 

“Want something to eat?” Goku asks after the silence grows completely fruitless.

 

The Nymph quickly nods then blushes at his fast answer.

 

Goku sticks his head back in the door before he truly left. “What do you actually eat?” Goku blinks then at the Nymph.

 

“Do you have any salad?” Naruki timidly asks not daring to look Goku in the eyes.

 

“Will find some,” Goku gives him a nod and this time leaves.

 

I watch Naruki who is all flustered, shaky and nervous.

 

“Go take a shower. I'll get some clothes for you. Yours were all torn and…probably bloodied,” I say to the Nymph.

 

Naruki nervously scratches the inside of his palm. “Yeah… I'd like a shower…”

 

I nod and motion with my head to the door. The Nymph slowly follows me. I think Naruki is afraid that Goku is preparing a garnish, that I'm going to boil him in the shower and then we all are going to eat him. Though, I wouldn't say that it seems funny or strange to me - after the Humans almost beat him to death, he won't trust anyone for a long time.

 

“Err…” the Nymph nervously coughs. “So who are you, guys?”

 

“I'm Gohan. That one in the orange gi is my father, Goku, and that one with a red bandana is Seventeen,” I introduce us.

 

The Nymph silently follows me into the bathroom. “No…I mean really… Who are you?” he shifts under my gaze. “You caught me…and…well, you have a tail…”

 

Ah. Dammit. My tail. Probably it again has been flouncing about without me noticing that.

 

I think over several things while looking for an unused sponge and a towel for our “fairy”. I put everything on a small cabinet next to the door.

 

“I'm half Human, half Saiyan. My father is a full-blooded Saiyan. And Seventeen is an android,” I smile at the Nymph who looks a great deal confused and afraid.

 

“What kind of an android? A Saiyan? What is a Saiyan?” he asks.

 

“Hell knows what kind,” I shrug. “Never asked him. The Saiyan race is from planet Vegeta-sei. My father was sent to destroy Human kind and take over the Earth. As he hit his head while landing in a pod, he lost his memory and happily lived together with Humans. Then came more Saiyans, but they are dead now.” I think a bit more. “And no worries - the planet Vegeta-sei doesn't exist anymore.”

 

The Nymph stares at me with his big eyes. “You are an alien?”

 

“No,” I roll my eyes. “I've lived on Earth all my life.”

 

The Nymph looks confused. “You are an alien,” he states then in a trembling voice.

 

Whatever.

 

I leave our “fairy” to peacefully bathe and go into the kitchen. My father is preparing a huge bowl of salad.

 

“Is this for all of us or the fairy?” I look at the huge bowl.

 

“Don't call him that,” Goku frowns at me. “Your heat isn't an excuse to be so rude. You almost scared the poor Nymph to death, and he isn't even after you!”

 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I find a spoon and try the salad out. “I didn't do anything to that thing.”

 

“Every time you look at him, he starts trembling,” Goku stops chopping a cabbage and points his knife at me.

 

“He's cold. He almost had no clothes,” I shrug. Not bad. Actually tastes very good.

 

“Keep away from him, Gohan,” Seventeen enters the kitchen, “or the fool will run away.”

 

“Nobody is keeping him here, anyway,” I stick another spoonful into my mouth.

 

“What the hell is wrong with your son, Goku?” Seventeen walks over to me and takes my spoon away. “Leave something for that Elf.”

 

“The Nymph,” Goku corrects him. “Nothing is wrong with him. This happens to all Saiyans from time to time. For some time he'll be…a bit indifferent to everything. And…a bit aggressive.”

 

“Why?” Seventeen starts washing the spoon I had been eating with.

 

“Something to do with hormones,” Goku shrugs. “I don't know for sure. It helps to beat off all those willing to…errr…get the prize. Natural selection…”

 

I roll my eyes.

 

“Ice Queen?” Seventeen snickers, starting to dry the spoon with the towel. “How long is he going to be like that?”

 

“I am in the room, you idiot,” I grab the spoon from his hand and go back to the bowl. “Whatever you two are talking about, it should pass after a week or so.”

 

“Hopefully,” Goku sighs. “And, Seventeen, don't stray near Gohan while Mirai is around, or Mirai will simply bash your skull in.”

 

“Just great,” Seventeen slumps in the chair.

 

When half the salad is already stored in my stomach, I decide to go look for clothes for our Nymph-boy. I go to Mirai's house and find the same capsule of clothes he stole several months ago. I quickly find some hopefully fitting clothes and come back. Naruki is still in the bath. A bit too long, I would say.

 

“Hey, what are you doing in there for so long?” I knock on the door. Maybe he drowned? I almost did after all, then, after the whole shit happened.

 

There's no answer, and I simply open the door. The pale greenish thing is naked and curled up on the floor, on the white tiles and crying. I stand there for some time while thinking what to do with him.

 

“Why are you crying?”

 

No answer.

 

“Do you want me to leave?”

 

No answer.

 

“You don't want me to leave?”

 

He shakes his head in denial. Fine. I take a green towel from the shelf, cover the Nymph and pick him up. He presses his head to my chest and starts sobbing even louder. Maybe I should have left him? I wonder how old he is. Somehow it didn't occur to me to ask this before. He looks quite young.

 

“What the hell did you do to him?” Seventeen hisses at me as soon as I enter the living-room with the Nymph in my arms.

 

I wordlessly push the Nymph wrapped in the towel into a wide-eyed Seventeen's arms and leave the room. If he is so clever, he can try to stop that thing from crying.

 

“No, don't leave me with the android!”

 

I hardly manage to turn around and stop the Nymph from knocking me off my feet. I blush. “Hey, don't do that while naked.” Our Nymph is really a boy.

 

I don't think Naruki heard me. I'm grateful when Seventeen tosses the same green towel to me. I catch it and wrap it back on Naruki then push him to the sofa.

 

“Calm down,” I lean him on the backrest. “You are safe here. Nobody can approach the house without us noticing.”

 

Naruki is beautiful. The shower got rid of the curdled blood and dirt from his skin and hair. He's a bit too greenish and too thin for my taste, but he's beautiful: straight long bright green hair, pale-greenish skin, big blue eyes, high cheekbones, thin red lips, black brows and eyelashes, and longish-straight-pointed ears. Exotic, I must say.

 

“How old are you?” I ask, after the hysterical sobbing lessens.

 

“Eleven,” he snuffles.

 

“Oh,” my eyes widen. He's just a child. But he looks to be about twenty.

 

“How do you equate your age according to the Human age?” Seventeen asks.

 

Silly me.

 

“What do you mean?” the Nymph rubs his teary eyes.

 

Although, it seems he's only eleven as it is. But I doubt he behaves like a normal eleven-year-old would. Though, it's not an everyday situation, and he's not an ordinary boy, so hell knows what to expect.

 

“Whom did you live with earlier?” I ask.

 

My grandmother,” he shifts, and I sense another round of tears approaching. Yep, after two seconds he starts weeping again. “They killed her and…and…killed…and I…I couldn't….”

 

“Shush, it's okay. You can stay here until we figure out what to do,” I try to calm him down, though, I don't particularly care - I just don't like the sounds he's making. Besides, I'm really not going to let him go back to wherever he lived before to be killed. “Do you go to school or something?” I ask.

 

“Yeah, seventh grade,” he nods.

 

Seventeen skeptically looks at me. Yep. Needless to say, if we are going to keep the Nymph with us, plenty of problems are going to arise.

 

“Now dress and let's go eat,” I take him by his hand and simply haul him back into the bathroom where I left all the clothes. “Pick what you like,” I motion to the pile of clothes. I leave him to dress and close the door behind me.

 

He quickly dresses and is at my side immediately.

 

“You will go to sleep after you eat,” I inform him about the plans. “Are you hurt?” I ask just in case, but as far as I noticed he's completely fine. Just a great deal shaken and tired.

 

“No,” he shakes his head, his long and shiny green hair cascading around his shoulders. “My…my arm hurts a bit,” he says then timidly after a pause.

 

“Show it to me,” I reach my arm out to his.

 

He pushes the left sleeve of the shirt up and extends his arm to me. There's a bluish gash. I feel the urge to scratch my head; I have no idea how to tend to it.

 

“What did your grandma do when you had wounds like this?” I ask.

 

“She used to give me a lot of liquids and salad.”

 

That's easy.

 

“You prefer tea, or coffee or juice or just water?” I ask the boy before seating him down into the chair next to the window.

 

“Juice,” he nods.

 

“We have it in the cupboard,” Goku motions with his head. He puts the huge bowl in front of the Nymph and gives him a spoon. “Eat.” Goku sits down opposite the boy and with much interest watches him.

 

The Nymph observes the salad. His lower lip starts trembling. “I don't eat mayonnaise,” he looks at Goku with teary eyes.

 

“You don't like it very much or just so?” I ask, gesturing with my hand.

 

“Later I get yellow dots on my skin,” Naruki whimpers.

 

“Really?” I get interested. “And how does oil work on you?”

 

“Stop it, Gohan,” Goku glares at me. He smiles at the boy. “So how would you like it fixed?”

 

“Can I simply have a cabbage leaf?” the Nymph guiltily lowers his eyes to the table.

 

“We have a snail in our house,” I sigh. I yelp as something hits my head. “Hey!”

 

“Shut up,” Seventeen raises a pot from my head. “Just shut your mouth if you can't say anything nice.” He snarls while tossing the pot back onto the stove.

 

I growl at him. Though, it's not a threat; just annoyance. I hardly felt the hit, anyway.

 

I see the Nymph's eyes lock onto the pot. The pot now has a dent. The Nymph squeezes himself into a corner at the window, and then looks at the cabbage leaf, which Goku is giving him, with big eyes. Goku has to persuade the boy to take the leaf.

 

“Mirai called,” Goku turns to me after the Nymph finally takes the leaf from him. “Said that he'd be back tomorrow morning.”

 

“Why not today?” I ask, stuffing my mouth with the salad the boy refused to eat.

 

“Said that it's very busy in Capsule Corp.,” Goku shrugs. “I asked him to buy more fruit and vegetables for the boy. I think he'll stay here for a while…” He looks at the boy who's hungrily chewing on his leaf.

 

“Do you want to stay here for some time?” I also turn to the boy. “Or do you want to…hmm…be on your own?” I turn to my father who is protesting. “First ask what he wants and then decide. So?” I turn back to the boy.

 

“Can I stay here?” the Nymph timidly looks at us. “I don't know anywhere else to go…” his lower lip starts trembling again. “Everyone I knew…” Naruki starts sniffling.

 

“Sure you can stay,” Goku reaches out to ruffle the boy's long green hair. He then looks at me.

 

I shrug, “Fine with me.” I already promised the boy earlier that if he doesn't have anywhere to go, he can stay here.

 

It takes about half an hour for the boy to eat. He eats almost half a cabbage, two carrots, one tomato and three apples, and drinks a liter of grape juice. After that he becomes sleepy and I have to half carry him into my room. I quickly change the bedding, wait for him to finish undressing, tuck him in and want to leave. But it doesn't work as planned.

 

“Who's Mirai?” the Nymph asks.

 

“Half-Saiyan, as me,” half-way to the door I turn around to look at him, for I feel it's not the only question he has.

 

“You didn't say anything about him,” the Nymph accusingly pouts. He loudly yawns, showing his little sharp teeth. He has only rudimental canines, such as Humans have.

 

“You didn't ask before,” I shrug. “He's from another timeline. But he'll tell you everything himself after he comes back.”

 

“Another timeline?” the Nymph's eyes are incredibly wide. “How is that?”

 

“It's a long story, and you're tired,” I shake my head, refusing to bargain with him. “He'll come back tomorrow and you can ask anything you want.”

 

The Nymph silently gazes at me. “I don't want to stay alone…”

 

“Want me to sleep here?” I ask, confused. “Why? I can call my father, he's…” he's much better at these things than me, I want to say, but don't say anything.

 

“Please?” he whines. “The wind is making strange noises…”

 

I listen. He's telling the truth - the wind is howling outside. I didn't even hear it. Probably there will be a storm this night.

 

“And I thought you lived in peace with Nature…”

 

Naruki curls up in a ball and starts crying. Dammit.

 

“Okay, wait a moment,” I sigh, “I'll get another bed.” There's no way I'm going to sleep in a bed with the boy; I still can't handle any close contact.

 

XXXXX

 

I stir as the bed shifts. But the scent is familiar and isn't threatening at all. It's affectionate.

 

“Missed you,” I mutter to Mirai before falling asleep again. I have never slept better than while in heat - I don't have any nightmares, I don't have any dreams at all. I just fall asleep and then wake up after eight hours.

 

I woke up much later. “You came during the night?” I cozily shift under the warm sheets. “There was a storm brewing,” I widely yawn.

 

“Wanted to see you sooner,” Mirai kisses my brow.

 

I feel his fingertips brush up and down my thigh. Suddenly I'm in a tight embrace. I'm a bit surprised that Mirai is dressed. But then…I'd have probably kicked him out of bed if I felt naked skin against mine.

 

“You do know how much I love you, don't you?” he brushes his lips over my neck.

 

“Yes,” I say. Before I could protest the contact, he lets go of me. He sits up in bed.

 

“Then what the hell is that Nymph doing in your room?” Trunks glares at me.

 

Oh. The boy. I roll my eyes and sit up also. “He's just a scared child. He was afraid to sleep alone.”

 

“Then he could have slept in a room with Goku,” Mirai angrily looks at the boy who is gazing back at him with big eyes.

 

Any other time I'd probably be uncomfortable or at least wouldn't want to make the boy uncomfortable, but today I don't care. I yawn again. From the scared big-eyed boy I turn Mirai's head back to me. “Stop that. What do you think I am - a Nymph pedophile?”

 

Mirai's eyes widen a little. “No,” he blushes. He then puts his head on my chest. “I missed you so much…”

 

I push at his chest to get him off me.

 

“Sorry,” he sighs, letting me go. “I really hate your heat,” he frowns at me. “I don't remember ever being so unbearable during mine.”

 

I smack him. “I'm not unbearable.”

 

“You are, sweetheart, you really are,” Mirai chuckles, getting up from the bed.

 

I don't know why he's calling me “sweetheart”. I don't particularly like it. It makes me feel…little, womanish and dependent. But on the other hand…it makes me feel cared for, affectionate, loved. That's why I don't protest anymore. If he wants to call me that - he can.

 

Mirai walks over to the boy who's watching him with big eyes. The boy quickly sits up in the bed and pulls the sheets higher on him.

 

“Hey,” Mirai squats beside his bed. “I'm Trunks, and what is your name?”

 

“Trunks?” the boy looks at him. I almost can see him smile; I don't know why Vegeta didn't protest against the name. But the boy suppresses the smile. Though, sure, Mirai can perfectly see it.

 

“Mirai and Trunks are the same person,” I explain before they boy could ask. “He prefers to be called Trunks.”

 

“Why?” the boy really seems to be surprised.

 

I laugh. Trunks slightly blushes then frowns at the boy.

 

“Because it's my name,” he says then.

 

“Leave the boy alone,” I yawn. “His name is Naruki.”

 

“The boy?” Mirai suddenly chuckles. He looks at Naruki. “You decided that you want to be a boy?”

 

Naruki squirms uncomfortably. I questioningly look at Mirai. Mirai chuckles again. He turns to me. “Actually he's as much he as she; he has both sexual organs. You had to notice that according to his face it's hard to tell if it's a boy or a girl. All Nymphs are like that. But he's some kind of a…cross. I presume between a Nymph and an Elf. So, I'm not exactly sure.”

 

Naruki is silent, and I know that everything Mirai told me is true. I look at Naruki then turn to Mirai. “How do you know so much about them? I never knew they existed.”

 

Mirai shrugs. “After the androids happened, most of the survivors were Elves, Nymphs, aliens and hell knows what else. There was only a small part of the Human race between them. I had a lot of time to get to know them all.” He looks at Naruki again. “They have to adapt to the Human ways and life-style, so they choose how they want to be called - a boy, or a girl. Actually, I can bet that you'd have accepted him as a girl if only he told you that.”

 

“Not after I undressed him,” I get up from the bed. “But yes, I would have.” I start putting the clothes on. “So they are almost the same as us?”

 

Mirai looks at me. “Not exactly.”

 

Okay. He doesn't want to talk near the child but I know what he means - the boy also has a vagina. That doesn't bother me. I doubt if something could manage to bother me right now.

 

Mirai leaves the room to see how the other two are doing. I turn to the bathroom.

 

“You never said that he's your boyfriend.”

 

I turn my head to see the pouting Nymph. “You didn't ask,” I say. Why I should report to him?

 

“His hair is purple,” the Nymph snorts. “And he's fat. And his eyes are not that proper blue color. And his ears are too small. His feet are too big and his voice is funny.”

 

“And I think that he's perfect,” I chuckle to the Nymph's further dismay. “I think that it's you who's too thin. But that we should fix soon. And how can eyes be not a proper blue color?” I wonder.

 

“Mine are proper, his are not!” Naruki declares then, pointing at his blue eyes.

 

“Don't see a difference,” I shrug. I see that it really disturbs the Nymph.

 

“How can you not see?!”

 

“Maybe my eyes are too black,” I sigh. “Just get up, get dressed, go into the kitchen and find something to eat,” I wave that off and leave the room.

 

After I take a shower, I find everyone seated in the kitchen, and Goku feeding them. Well, Mirai and the Nymph. Seventeen is simply sitting and watching the Nymph nibble at a leaf of lettuce. I suppose Mirai brought it.

 

Not letting go of his lettuce, the Nymph happily jumps from his seat and runs to me. He reaches my side, and I arrive at the table with an almost bouncing Nymph attached to my side. I think this boy is like a cat - the more you don't like it, the more it likes you. Though, I can perfectly understand Naruki: he probably feels some strange rivalry coming from Mirai; because of Goten's similar age when he died, Goku looks at him with a pinch of fear and pain and even panic; Seventeen doesn't like children; I'm the only one who's really indifferent. But I also feel that the Nymph somehow knows that this, my current “state” is only temporary. The child simply wants a friend.

 

“Are we going to train today?” I ask after I sit down with the Nymph at my side.

 

“Sure,” Goku nods. That's the spirit! Always ready to fight. Old Goku is almost back. “Though, you should avoid going higher than Super Saiyan Two.”

 

“I think the opposite,” I disagree. “Right now it's safest to try out the higher forms.”

 

“I wouldn't be so sure,” Goku shakes his head. “Before, you at least felt that something wasn't right, and this time you might not feel anything at all.”

 

“And we would be helpless to stop you,” Seventeen points out.

 

“Training? What training?” our Nymph chirps. He tugs at my clothes, requesting attention.

 

We all turn to Mirai after a loud growl echoes in the room. The silly boy instead of retreating, in fear, presses even firmer to me. Goku is just in time to hold Mirai down before he could've grabbed Naruki. I push the child onto my knees and then behind me, out of Mirai's sight. But after seeing me touch the Nymph, Mirai goes wild. In the end Goku has to haul him from the room and outside.

 

I hear several loud curses from outside. While both men grapple, the Nymph clings to me, his scared eyes wide in fear. I can feel his thin frame shaking against me, and reassuringly wrap my arm around him. At this moment I really hate this cursed heat.

 

“It's okay,” I stroke his back. “He didn't mean that. He's just…affected right now.”

 

“I didn't do anything,” the Nymph starts sobbing. “But I didn't do anything… He wanted…why he wanted…”

 

For fuck's sake…

 

Goku comes back after five minutes. At the same time I feel Mirai's ki rapidly receding away from the house.

 

“He said he needed to cool down a bit,” Goku closes the door behind him. “He apologizes for that,” he says to Naruki.

 

Naruki just cringes.

 

XXXXX

 

I'm not very sure that it was a good idea to take the Nymph along with us. But Goku and the Nymph insisted. Though, the Nymph is insisting on everything - it seems that while I'm around, he feels safe and comfortable enough. He wants to take part in everything we do. Actually I think that Naruki is trying to show that he's worth accepting into our small circle.

 

When we take off, he fearfully squeals and grabs onto me. To prevent the cold wind and to keep the oxygen inside I extend the protective shield around us. At first Naruki just presses his head to my chest, and tightly holds onto my neck and shoulders. After several minutes Naruki raises his head. He stays completely still for some time then he convulses, and I immediately stop in my tracks assuming that he got sick.

 

“No, don't stop!” the Nymph happily squeals, almost bouncing in my arms. “Faster! Faster!”

 

And what have I gotten myself into...?

 

We land a half hour later. We are the first to arrive. The Nymph is ecstatic. He wants to fly even faster when we go home. He happily stands at my side while we wait for the others to land next to us. Mirai is still away. I guess that he'll only be back come evening.

 

After Goku and Seventeen land, we stretch a bit, and Goku and I take off into the sky. I doubt if Seventeen will have anything to do other than playing the role of nanny.

 

We power up straight to Super Saiyan Three and start. Since I feel normal enough, I soon switch to Mystic at the same power level. We exchange several blows, and I power up to my maximum.

 

Well, then, after several moments, I start having these thoughts about frying Goku and then going to have a small but productive and deadly chat with Mirai. I think it's a very important thing that I can understand that these thoughts aren't normal. This way I at least realize that I'm already affected and try controlling my actions and the amount of ki I attack with. Yep, I'm so happy I can realize I'm affected. So what that I'm affected? No big deal.

 

XXXXX

 

I win. Doubtlessly.

 

I toss Seventeen to the side, next to an unconscious Goku. I approach the Nymph. Its ki starts jumping. Conventionally the Nymph's ki is high enough; it's much higher than that of a normal Human, but, of course, it's no match to mine or at least to that of a Super Saiyan.

 

The Nymph isn't showing any signs of resistance. It's just standing and staring at me with its wide eyes. Despite its jumping ki, I discard this as a sign of panic - I can't feel any threatening or hostile scents. Only some strange oil. I couldn't care less about some idiotic oil.

 

I power down.

 

I get disoriented. Then I get sick. After several minutes I finally come round.

 

Fun, fun. I knocked out my father, Seventeen's unconscious, and I almost scared Naruki to death. You know, I think I'm almost ready to go to that cursed timeline - there won't be any other creatures beside me and Datano anyway. Several weeks more and I can go.

 

“Sorry,” I turn to Naruki while scratching the back of my head, “just happens sometimes.” I'm not surprised as first the Nymph tries to hit me with his small fists then starts crying his head off.

 

XXXXX

 

After I get scolded for not listening and powering up, we finally sit down to eat. Not that I care much, anyway. I made a mistake, I know that, but scolding me won't help or turn back time. Fuck knows, it seemed I knew what was happening, I knew what I was doing, I was in control and everything was fine, and, despite this, I ended up knocking both my father and Seventeen unconscious. At least I didn't break any bones…

 

Almost at the end of supper, I sense Mirai's ki approaching. But he doesn't come here, he goes into his house. Yeah, he's right - better not risk.

 

I take his share and go to see him.

 

I open the door and enter the house without knocking. I can hear him taking a shower. Sure, he knows that I'm here. I can feel his ki spike up to greet me.

 

The kitchen's slightly disarrayed: there are several unwashed dishes in the sink; crumbs on the kitchen-table and the cupboard; though Mirai got a new sink, it still isn't set right; the dust and the packing tape is still around it; and the wall is still one big hole (not talking about that hole in “my” room I made while punching Trunks through it).

 

I place the food on a shelf in one of the cupboards then start washing the dishes and cleaning around a bit. It's just that I don't have anything else to do right now.

 

“You'll be a good wife.”

 

I almost drop the broom from my hands in shock.

 

Mirai ducks and chuckles while I try to hit him over the head with the broom. Without much struggling, I let him take the broom away from me then walk over to the cupboard to take his supper. I know he's hungry.

 

I tell him everything that happened today while he eats. I learn that he spent the day at a river ten miles away from here. He was meditating.

 

“How is the Nymph?” Mirai finishes off the plate and pushes it away from him.

 

I just sigh. What can I say? - Since he's been here, we two were trying to kill him. But the Nymph still stays. He just doesn't have anywhere else to go.

 

We talk about this and that. It grows dark outside. I shouldn't stay here, but I don't want to go to Naruki. I think the child would prefer not to see me for some time. So I decide to sleep in “my” room here. I quickly undress and slip under the covers. I'm deadly tired.

 

But before I could fall asleep, Mirai is at my side.

 

“Forgot to give me a goodnight kiss,” he purrs then his mouth engulfs mine. “Gods…” he lets go of my lips. “You don't even realize how nice you smell…”

 

Before I could think to answer something, Mirai is on top of me and his weight presses me down into the bed. But instead of, as usual, feeling turned on, I am repulsed by the close contact. Mirai's hands, running up and down my sides, are making me restless, and soon I start pushing at Mirai's chest, indicating that I want him to let me go. But he either doesn't understand or he simply ignores me. I start growling, and increase my efforts. It doesn't work and I get seriously angry. We start grappling. It threatens to get nasty…

 

Suddenly, Mirai stops struggling. I almost fall on top of him as his muscles relax, his arms leave my body and he lies still underneath me. Our breathing is loudly bouncing off the pink walls. Confused and angry, I watch his face as he suddenly starts purring. Trunks turns his head to the side, baring his neck.

 

What the hell is he doing?

 

And then he suddenly presses himself to me. I almost gag at the feel of his hard-on straining to my stomach.

 

I hit him. Then just fucking toss him into the pink wall. The rage I feel… I just can't think of anything else but beating the shit out of him!

 

“You're disgusting!” I yell. “Leave me in peace, you fucking pervert!” I punch Trunks then smash him into a wall again.

 

I scream in protest as someone grabs me and peels me off of Mirai.

 

“Stop that!” Goku tosses me out of the room. “Calm down!”

 

After several minutes in the cold shower, I come to my senses. Goku turns the shower off and simply leaves me to deal with me on my own. I wrap myself in a towel. When the after-effects of rage, anger and cold stop shaking my body, I leave the bathroom. After I turn around the corner, I can hear my father and Seventeen's voices. I stop to eavesdrop.

 

“Where did he go?”

 

Goku groans, “Hell knows. Just flew off somewhere.”

 

“What the fuck happened between those two idiots? Mirai went too far, and our Ice Queen didn't like it?”

 

A sigh.

 

“Yeah. Though, Mirai was hysterical…” Goku trails off.

 

There's a long pause.

 

“I think Gohan rejected him.”

 

“Sure, he rejected,” Seventeen snorts. “At least ten times this week. And this was the loudest of all.”

 

“No, not that. It's somehow different.” A long sigh leaves my father's chest again. “If they were full-blooded none of this nonsense would be happening. They are sending too many different signals to each other.”

 

“How is that?”

 

“If full-blooded, while in heat, Gohan wouldn't even allow Mirai to be near him. But the boy is affectionate to him even while in heat. Mirai understands this as an acceptance and invitation. And this is where they don't understand each other.”

 

“So Gohan is sending confusing signals?”

 

“One can say that. Now Mirai is devastated because he feels rejected, but he wouldn't even have been allowed to get near Gohan in the first place. He can't realize that if he annoys or pushes Gohan too much, Gohan might simply kill him; unsuitable or too weak candidate, so to speak. If Mirai were stronger than my son…oh well, then we would have other problems… Bigger ones, I'd say… Unless they mated before the heat…”

 

“I see Vegeta taught you something…” Seventeen comments.

 

“Yeah, but everything's different on Earth. Other customs, other times, other views, mixed blood… And not enough Saiyans.”

 

“No wonder,” Seventeen snorts. “I'm afraid to think about what's going to happen when you go into heat… Just don't blow up the Earth…”

 

I enter the room. Have no wish to hear the rest of Seventeen's musings about my father's heat.

 

We wait for Mirai to come back. But he doesn't come back. It's nearly dawn when I feel his ki approaching. I throw a shirt on and run to meet him barefoot. Mirai watches me approach. He's already standing at his house, half-naked.

 

It's very early, the morning sun is starting to rise, and the thick fog is only preparing to evaporate. I can feel autumn approaching; it's freezing cold.

 

His left eye is black and I've also split his lip. I just stare at him not knowing how to start. His eyes…they're sad.

 

“I'm sorry,” I finally say. “I'm really sorry.”

 

“It's okay,” he shrugs then.

 

No, it's not okay, and I can perfectly see that.

 

Mirai walks over to the house and squats next to its corner. He wants to encapsulate it.

 

“Where are you going?” Where the hell are you going?!”

 

“I'm going back to Capsule Corp. I'm not much of a help here anyway.”

 

There is a loud pop and Mirai catches the capsule.

 

“No, don't go,” I approach him. “I'm very sorry for that. I just…” I want to embrace him, but I'm afraid that I again will feel repulsed. But I really don't want him to go. “Please, stay. I'm really sorry.” I just shift from one foot to another but don't dare touch him.

 

“I think it will be better if I stayed away until your heat ends or this isn't going to end well.”

 

Sure, he's right. But I don't want us to part like this.

 

He sighs. “It's okay. Just phone me after it ends. We will kill each other if we stay together right now.”

 

I can't even tell how much I'm relieved. He sees that and smiles.

 

“Everything is fine,” he says. “I just overreacted a little.”

 

I shift uncomfortably; I don't know if one can overreact to a black eye and a split lip... I feel so uncomfortable, and it's cold and my feet are freezing, and I don't want him to leave, and I know that he can't stay, and I feel so sorry, and everything is so damn silly, and I don't know what to say, because I don't want to say goodbye yet, and I want to embrace him and tell him that, and I don't want to embrace him, but I still want to say everything, and…

 

“You know…I love you…” I mutter finally while staring at my feet. “I just don't know what the hell this idiotic heat is; everything is so fucked up and…”

 

“Gohan?”

 

I raise my head. There's something so light in Mirai's eyes…

 

“Everything is fine, sweetheart,” he says then, smiling. “Don't worry about that. Just phone me after.”

 

I nod then tentatively smile.

 

“Gods, how I want to…pick flowers with you right now!” Mirai finishes, chuckling.

 

I gaze at his retreating back until he's gone from my sight.

 

Pick flowers..?

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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