Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid ❯ Part 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Hello, MaraiTrunks!

Trunks and Gohan's relationship is really complicated. You'll see something more in this chapter. Actually Gohan's relationship with everyone is far more complicated than it seems…

Well, I hope you'll like this chapter.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not getting any profit 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 12

 

First things first, we head to the mall. Tikara city has almost returned to normal, not that I know how it looked when it was normal. We came here to take over Capsule Corporation, but that was after Datano. This evening the people are peacefully walking through the wide avenue that is lit by etched torches. The houses aren't high - two or three-storey. The avenue looks very cozy - as it's already past seven, there aren't many people and most of them are just out for an after dinner stroll - there are many pairs and families. It seems so calm. If not for the policemen standing at nearly every corner, one would think that Datano never happened.

 

I simply enjoy the walk. I don't like crowded spaces, and this avenue and this walk is exactly what I need right now. I watch the people - some of them have a concrete destination and are rushing past us, some of them walk lazily, and we overtake them, because we don't rush, but, nonetheless, we have a destination.

 

Naruki didn't change his appearance: his long green hair is shining down the entire avenue; his pointy ears are almost covered by his hair. His face has a bit whiter color than that of usual skin. But I don't want the child to change his appearance - I'm pretty sure that while he is accompanied by two Saiyans nothing bad can happen. I'd rip anyone's heart out who only looked as though they would threaten the child.

 

We stop at a shop, sporting a window-case which seems to accommodate everything a child can need. I guide Naruki into the shop and to the upper clothes sector. I let him choose whatever he wants and just sit on a chair while watching him browse through the clothes. Mirai is at Naruki's side, trying to give advice or encourage taking more clothes. Even though I told him he could select everything he wants, Naruki isn't still sure how many he's allowed to take, and, while choosing, is giving me quick glances.

 

I never liked shopping. Thank gods, this time I just sit and watch while Naruki poses with different clothes. I just vote right now. Though, that doesn't mean much - Naruki likes much brighter colors than me.

 

After that we go to buy shoes. Naruki chooses several pairs of warm boots, several simple pairs of flip-flops and pumps. Then we go to the underwear section. Naruki goes to choose, I lean on one of the shelves.

 

Behind Naruki's back, I see Mirai's interest peak at one particular shelf. I get a little flustered when Mirai lifts up boxers with vivid red hearts and small devils. `Need a bigger size' he mouths to me and goes to the shop-assistant. I turn red when I notice Mirai point in my direction. The shop assistant looks unfazed though, and, after a minute, a bigger version of the underwear is in Mirai's bag. We are in a fucking children's store!

 

Mirai buys a baseball cap for Naruki. Mirai said his mom always used to buy him one while on a trip to a mall. For all the other stuff I pay with my credit card.

 

We leave the store and go further down the avenue. It's dark already - the torches throw yellow light on the walls and windows. The sky has turned dark, but it's not going to be pitch dark night. There are still some people, but not so many as it was before. We visit several more stores and decide that it's enough for today.

 

At the left side of the avenue there's a small coffee-bar open. It looks inviting and cozy enough and we go into it to have a simple cup of tea or coffee. We sit down at the window, and Mirai orders two lasagnas and an ice-cream. He takes a beer for himself, and I ask for tea for me and Naruki.

 

A waitress quickly brings the ordered meals and we start eating. The surroundings on the inside look a bit worse than on the outside: faded colors and run down furniture. The walls are featureless, with several huge and colorful but tasteless pictures on them. It's half-light in here, with several suspicious men crouching on their tables over what seems to be beer tumblers in the far corner of the coffee-bar. But the surroundings don't matter.

 

The lasagna tastes good and the tea is fine, and the place isn't noisy, so I'm perfectly content. Especially after Naruki tells us that his ice-cream is very tasty. I'm glad that he's glad.

 

We chat while eating: Naruki is happy with the things he bought. He puts the bags on the chair and ruffles through them, observing everything he got once again. He is especially happy with three books he has now: one about wild animals, another is an adventure story of some Argonaut whose name I can't remember, and the last one is a drawing-block - it also appeared that Naruki loves drawing. Can't wait to see what he can do.

 

Finally the lasagna and ice-cream are finished, and we simply sit while sipping our drinks. I can see that Naruki is tired: he's very excited and talking non-stop but his eyes are closing of their own. Mirai notices that too, and we are preparing to go home. Naruki says that he has to go to the bathroom, Mirai decides that he also wouldn't mind getting rid of all that beer he drank, and they go to look for the toilet. I take my wallet out and look for cash intending to pay for our ordered food.

 

“Fuck!” I curse and jump as some drunken passing-by asshole spills half of his tumbler on my jeans. I push him away from me and start cleaning my jeans.

 

“You pushed me!”

 

I raise my head from my jeans to an angry red-faced man. “You tripped and spilled your drink all over my jeans,” I say to him while sitting back down into my seat. I don't want any conflict. But the man comes closer.

 

“You little shit!” he breathes into my face. I feel the urge to turn away from the stench. “Dressed in all that,” he motions at my clothes. “I'll show you your place, you fucking retard!”

 

Actually he grabs me by my collar and tries to lift me off my chair. As if. But over his shoulder I see his pals approach. They wouldn't bother me otherwise, but I think I noticed something glistening in one of the fool's hands.

 

A sudden ki surge startles me. Even before I can react, the man is flying across the café then splatters onto the wall behind him, and I'm pulled out of my seat, Mirai's iron grip crushing my upper arm. Golden-haired Trunks pushes me behind his back. He is loudly growling, his canines bare and glistening threateningly. Pure threat and aggression.

 

He's ready to kill.

 

I quickly look around for Naruki and notice him in the hall, in the corner. He looks at me, afraid, not sure what to do. As he makes a step towards us, I shake my head, indicating to stay where he is.

 

The men look at Mirai in stunned and drunken stupors, their friend unconscious and bleeding on the scuffed floor.

 

“Trunks,” I tug at his clothes. “Let's go. Trunks?” He's still holding my arm, but not reacting to anything I say. He just proceeds with growling. His pheromones are making my own body and mind alert. “Trunks!” I try to wrench my arm out of his grip. He then lets out a sharp annoyed growl and finally turns to me. “Let's get the hell out of here!” I hiss at his face.

 

He stares at me then. I don't think that he understands what I'm saying, at least not for the first fifteen seconds. He just stares and blinks. And after two seconds more he simply drags me out of the café. While I'm being hauled past the door, I grab Naruki by his hand and drag him after me. I think we look funny, but I'm not about to laugh. I'm fucking angry.

 

We quickly walk down the avenue until the café is far away. Naruki has to run to be able to catch up with us. We don't talk.

 

“Let go of my arm.”

 

Mirai looks at me. Realization hits his face and he releases me.

 

“Sorry.”

 

I let go of Naruki to rub my numb arm.

 

Suddenly, Mirai stops. “Did we pay?”

 

“Yes,” I nod. “You left two dollars for a tip.” Before that moron spilled beer all over my jeans I had already put the money on the table.

 

“Let's get out of here, then,” he says. “Soon we'll have the police on our heels.”

 

Damn good that he had transformed while attacking the idiot - there aren't many lavender-haired persons around. I hope that the damn idiot has just lost his consciousness.

 

I scoop Naruki into my arms and we head for home.

 

I'm worried about Naruki. Naruki has seen too much aggression in his life. And, sadly, this evening was no exception.

 

After we get back, I guide him to my room. There's that strange smell in the house again. It's like I can recognize it, but at the same time I can't. Somehow it makes me angry. It seems as if I have missed something while being away. But then it also seems that I haven't… I can't explain, or maybe I can, just...

 

As I guide Naruki into my room, he misunderstands me and starts undressing to get ready for bed.

 

“Naruki,” I go to him to take hold of his hands and seat him on the bed. I squat next to him. He isn't looking at me, his face lowered to his lap. “Oh Gods, sweetheart,” I press his head to my chest. My heart breaks as he presses his thin body shaking with sobs to me. “Shhh…” I stroke his head, trying to calm him down. “It's okay,” I want to say “don't cry” but then pull back - he needs to let it all out, I doubt that all those tears are only because of this evening; he had been holding many things inside.

 

Naruki's sobs start lessening, and gradually, I feel his body going limp. He is sleepy. I pick him up and lay him on the bed. He hiccups with a lingered sob then nestles into the bedding and after several moments is asleep.

 

I look at the peacefully sleeping child for some time, brush a hair strand from his forehead and leave the room.

 

I find Mirai in the kitchen, munching on a sandwich. What a surprise. Only thinks about eating.

 

“Was that really necessary?” I snort at him. I go to the fridge to take out a pack of juice. “He was just a fucking drunkard!” I take the juice and slam the door shut. I then reach into the cupboard for a glass. “And you just go there and splash everything around! Who the fuck asked you, anyway?!” I face him, growling.

 

He's watching me silently. Sure, doesn't have anything to say.

 

And then I let everything out: “And then, in the village? Who the fuck do you think you are?! Just fell from the sky like a damn stone! Always showing off! Do you ever think before doing something?! Naruki…” I don't finish because Mirai snorts at me then. I get furious. How dare he! I'm talking about…

 

“You need a child of your own then you'll finally shut up,” he snorts back at me. He stands up. “You yourself almost killed him and now everything is my fault?! You yourself acknowledged my leadership status so now just shut the fuck up! I was defending one of my pack!”

 

“What pack?!” I harshly push the glass away from me. “What fucking pack are you talking about?!” I scream at him. “That boy, my father and an android?! They never swore to you! There isn't any pack!”

 

His eyes glisten dangerously. Fuck him! “You didn't do anything else only scared the boy!” I yell at him.

 

Mirai takes two quick strides to me and now our noses are almost touching. “Shut up about that child!” he growls at me. “You swore to me! And if not they then you are my pack! Can't believe you are saying this to me at all! Everything I've done I did only for you, and you just fucking complain about everything! Fucking sissy! Always have been mama's boy!”

 

I punch him. Just fucking send him through the wall and into the field. The rage I feel…

 

I don't let him get up. The blue Kamehameha hits him square onto the back, making him smash into the ground again. After the smoke clears I see his bare back with scorched clothes and bruises.

 

“Gohan!”

 

My father grabs my arm. I power down. The rage is gone anyway. Only hurt left. I wrench my arm out of Goku's grasp, turn around and go back into the house. Through the hole in the wall.

 

I take a shower, clean my teeth and go to sleep.

 

“What was the noise?” Naruki opens his eyes after I settle into the bed.

 

“Mirai and I got into an argument,” I say.

 

“Nothing serious, is it?” he asks.

 

“I think it is. Let's go to sleep.” I don't want to talk about it.

 

XXXXX

 

I ignore Mirai. I got up much earlier than him, so Naruki and I ate separately. And then we went to train. That was easy: I could simply avoid Mirai by sending him far, far away with one blow. After the third time he finally got it and didn't come back.

 

I power down as my father indicates for me to do so. Then I see surprise clearly written on his face. I realize that he thought that I had lost control over my actions.

 

He touches the ground and scratches his spiky head. “Still because of yesterday?”

 

My look tells him everything and he just sighs. “Over what you two got into an argument?” I see that he isn't sure if he should interfere. I think that he's more curious than worried.

 

I turn my face to the sun. It was damn hot before, but as now I'm all sweaty, the blowing wind makes me shiver.

 

“He's annoying me,” I glare at the sand at my feet. “Yesterday he almost killed that guy! He scared Naruki! And for what? Because of some drunken retard! He always interferes where he shouldn't!” I raise my head to my father's face then. His brow is raised.

 

“Yes,” he says then. “Naruki told me about what happened yesterday,” he crosses his arms over his chest. “Though, he didn't seem to be very worried or afraid. He was more worried about you two falling out. I think it's you who is having trouble. You are using Naruki as an excuse to nag at Mirai. You are using your mother's methods.”

 

I choke. I stare at my father. I'm not even angry - his calm and conclusive tone disarms me. Never had expected that one day my father would to go to bat for Mirai. And in such a way, with such words.

 

“You yourself decided upon creating the pack,” he proceeds further, “you told me that Mirai didn't push you into that. And now you are flouncing about like an idiot - sure he'll interfere in everything you do! He's your superior now. And he has some serious plans towards you, and if some idiot only as glances in your direction, he'll go crazy - you are his lover and property now.

 

“He's acting how he's supposed to act - he found a partner he wants and he will kill everyone who will threaten or try to approach you. And he isn't happy about Naruki either - Mirai is older than you and his instincts are telling him to get several children of his own, and while you are playing with someone else's child, he feels discontent that you give so much attention to a child of strangers instead of thinking about your own.”

 

I continue to stare at him silently. I only blink my eyes as wind blows several grains of sand into them.

 

“I see only one problem here - his feelings are deeper than yours. If you didn't want the relationship to go further, you shouldn't have started it at all. Now you don't know what you want. If you feel that he's rushing - simply tell him that, and stop flouncing about like mad. While behaving like this you won't reach anything - only hurt you both.” He sighs and shakes his head then. “Why did you hit him yesterday? You didn't like something again? Control that temper of yours. We all are tense and the recent events left its influence on us all, and that doesn't give you any right to spill your frustration on others.”

 

“He called me a mama's boy!” I snort in defense.

 

My father shrugs. “And he's right. You are very similar to your mother. You overreact to everything,” he again shrugs calmly at my openmouthed face. “You never accepted that - for some reason you always identified yourself with me. You forget that it takes two to have a child. And you got more from Chichi than me. I gave you my power, you got her mind. And you can't deny it!” His raised voice starts me. “You know it; you just don't want to accept it! You use an excuse of mixed blood all the time, but it's not true. You feel more human not because you are, but because you are raised with this idea, because you overtook it, because you have the mind of your mother.

 

“Why the hell did you start flouncing about as soon as your and Mirai's relationship turned more serious? Of course you know that yourself - you are afraid to get attached. You want that, but you are so fucking afraid that you are just using various pretexts for idiotic arguments. You even use Naruki to get him jealous! And after that you dare blame him for something? He just wants you to answer his feelings and you just play with him and spit back into his face! Fuck, if he was full-blooded, you would have already been mated and knocked up a long time ago!”

 

Goku looks squarely into my eyes. “You can lie to yourself, but I know how your mind works. I lived with your mother long enough. That head of yours is full of shit. You think too much. As soon as your instincts start to take over, you pull back and cause trouble. You always look for reasons, for causes for fuck knows what else. You always say that you follow logic. And I'll say this - the only time I saw you do a logical thing was killing that freak. You aren't stupid, but your mind is a fucking twisted mirror. As was your mother's - you don't know how to be happy with the things you have!”

 

That does it. All I see is darkness is in my eyes. Something shatters in my head, making me almost wince at the intensity.

 

“So that's why you went to Vegeta, then?” I snarl at Goku after the daze clears a bit after that long monologue. “Because he was happy while fucking your ass?!”

 

Goku hits me. Didn't see that coming. Didn't see anything. Didn't want to see anything. Silly of me. I land painfully on my side several meters away. He's powered up. But I don't want to fight. I don't want anything anymore.

 

XXXXX

 

It's deadly dark when I wake up. There's an open sky over my head and a crumbling sound of sand at my side. I'm cold and my muscles are stiff. I grow alarmed.

 

A sigh.

 

Mirai's ki illuminates his face while he squats up next to me. He doesn't say anything, just watches my face. I turn my eyes away, to the darkness. I can't look at his eyes anymore. Everything. All of it. All of what my father said is true. I just… I just wanted it all to be different. Didn't want it all to be truth. Wanted to… I lived in denial.

 

Mirai pulls me up into a sitting position while my body is shaking with uncontrollable sobs.

 

“Shhh…don't cry, sweetheart,” he leans me on his chest. As I remember almost the identical situation with Naruki, it has the opposite effect on me. “Shhh…” he kisses me on the top of my head while stroking the small of my back. I hide my face in his chest. I squeeze my eyes shut while my tears soak Mirai's shirt.

 

“I am sorry,” I muffle into his chest. “I'm so sorry…”

 

“Shhh…” he runs his fingers through my hair. “It's okay. Everything is going to be fine.”

 

I press myself to him desperately. “I'm so sorry,” I repeat over and over, overtaken.

 

He holds me until my hysterics lessen. I proceed to loudly hiccup, not managing to still the sounds.

 

“Here.”

 

I blink my blurry and teary eyes to look at my palm where he has squeezed a handkerchief in. Is he always carrying handkerchiefs around with him? After I clean the mess that is my face, he starts getting up.

 

“C'mon,” he pulls me up. “Let's go home.”

 

I get up shakily. But then I free my arm from him. He stills then sighs.

 

“You can sleep in my house,” he reaches for my arm again. I move away from him. I don't want to go anywhere. It's dark, it's cold, I am tired and hungry but I don't want to go back. Not after…

 

“Don't be stupid, Gohan,” Mirai softly calls. “It's way past midnight. Where will you go?”

 

Anywhere.

 

Suddenly, he tugs me back after I start walking away, “C'mon.”

 

“Let go,” I say without too much fire. I'm just tired.

 

“No.”

 

I want to push him away. No, I don't want to push him away. I want to stay in his arms like that forever.

 

“I'm sorry for those words I said,” he kisses my brow.

 

We stay silent for some time. Just pressed against each other.

 

“Gods, I love you so much,” he then squeezes me. I feel something wet splash on my hair. “Sweetheart, why do you have to make everything so difficult? Why?”

 

I bury my face in his chest. “I don't know,” I muffle into his shirt. “I don't know.” And I don't know why he didn't leave me. I don't know why he loves me.

 

XXXXX

 

I lean on the tiled wall with my palms while he's washing the dust and sweat off my back. The steam has filled my mouth and lungs and helped me get rid of the cold I had earlier. My muscles are relaxed, but my head is much clearer than it was several hours ago.

 

It's three o'clock in the morning, but I don't mind when I feel his lips on my nape. The sponge falters on its way to my lower back but then Mirai's lips are gone and it proceeds with its journey. I want the opposite.

 

“Take me.”

 

Mirai starts. The sponge stops its journey at my left thigh.

 

I want to feel his hands on me, I want him to pleasure me, I want to feel him inside me, I want to scream his name, I want to belong to him, I just want to repay him for the mess I've caused.

 

“Gohan?”

 

His voice sounds a great deal unsure. But the sponge doesn't move, and I feel another scent, that of arousal permit the moist bathroom's air.

 

“Take me,” I breathe, “I want you inside me. I know that you badly want this too,” I lift my tail out of his way.

 

He falters for some time more then I hear a soft thud on the bottom of the bathtub and heated flesh presses against my inner thigh. I moan and lean my burning forehead on the wall opposite me. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me but I have never wanted anything in my life as much as I want him to fuck me right now. I want to remember this. At least this.

 

I bend my knees a little and arch my backside to give him a better access. His slicked fingers press inside, and I let out a strangled moan again. The fingers tentatively move, and I realize that he isn't sure if I have healed from our previous time.

 

“Do it already!” I grab at my cock impatiently as Mirai fails to give me what I want.

 

Mirai slaps my hand away. I feel my flesh being kneaded then the tip of his member presses against my entrance. I let out a choked breath as it pushes in, through my muscles. My fingers grip at the bluish tiles of the wall while straining flesh slides inside me. I shake in delight at the tight fit.

 

He reaches over my waist to stroke me. After several seconds he draws back only to push back in. I lean my head back on his shoulder while I'm being pleasured from the both sides. He sees that I'm way ahead of him and removes his hand off my rigid flesh. I let out a discontent sound.

 

“Shh…” he purrs while kissing and nipping at my nape. “Patience…”

 

I shudder at the short puffs at my ear. Suddenly, his one hand grabs my wrist preventing me from stoking myself again.

 

“Grrr!” he slams harder inside, making me cry out. When the daze clears a bit my hands are pinned above my head. My body's awkward position isn't very comfortable - I shift, trying to get to the previous pose.

 

“Stay,” he breathes out into my ear, his other hand tightening on my thigh.

 

Loud slaps of flesh against flesh are echoing in the bathroom while he drives mercilessly in and out of my body. I groan as he spreads my thighs even wider, making me bend my knees even more, so that I'm almost squatting down. My right cheek is pressed to the bluish tiles, my hands helplessly pinned above me. He plunges deeper, and the only thing I can do is to moan and shake while begging for more.

 

I feel it all becoming too much for me. His assault has robbed me of my mind. He bites and sucks on my nape and neck, making my knees trembling and week. My cries are shaking the walls, my power is climbing up, the lower part of my body is burning with lust, pain and need for release. My mind completely clouds - all I can hear is my mad heartbeat in my ears, all I can feel is that thick length pushing in and out of me. My senses are overloaded.

 

Then something white flashes through my mind but I don't have time to wonder because my pulsing body all but clenches around the shaft that is deeply buried inside me. My mouth falls open against the tiles and I arch in an even more bizarre angle while soundless ultimate pleasure raids my body ceaselessly.

 

As soon as it's finally all over, with only pleasant shudders left, I pass out blissfully.

 

XXXXX

 

It's the middle of the day when I wake up.

 

I sit up on the bed and frown - my ass hurts like a fucked bitch. Never again. Next time Mirai is going to be on the bottom. I look around then. I'm in Mirai's room, in his bed. I'm still naked. Through a window I can see the sun high in the air.

 

Five minutes pass while I sit and look at Mirai who is still sleeping peacefully. He's drooling on the pillow. I smile. And then I decide - I never liked teary partings - it's about time to leave. Who knows - I might not come back, and I want Mirai to have good and pleasant memories and not remember some tearful parting. I doubt that there can be something better to remember than last night, or today's early morning.

 

Carefully, not to wake Mirai up, I get up. There's some blood on the sheets. I look down at my thighs and see several thin reddish streaks marking them. Yeah.

 

I quickly take a shower and put my clothes on. Silently, I ransack Mirai's wardrobe looking for more clothes and for several particular capsules. Then I sneak out from the room and walk several meters away from the house.

 

I toss one of the capsules to the ground.

 

Mirai's Time Machine.

 

Several days ago I reached the maximum of my power and finally managed to fight without having those constant thoughts about skinning my father alive. There's no point in waiting any longer.

 

I should say goodbye to my father, but I just can't. I can't change anything anyway. He had only stated the truth, to which I have been opposing half of my short life.

 

Good that Mirai showed me how to use the Time Machine a long time ago.

 

XXXXX

 

I climb out of the Time Machine and look around. Actually it doesn't do any good - I'm in a wasteland. I stretch my senses as far as I can and that doesn't do anything good either. Empty. Nothing at all.

 

To say that I'm confused would be a big understatement. I expect to feel at least something.

 

So what am I supposed to do now?

 

I power up to my very maximum. Maybe Datano himself will come to me. I look around while scanning the surroundings once again. This time I can reach much farther. Not that it helps.

 

After three minutes I power down - I need to economize my power and food. I capsulize the Time Machine and take off to the South. I don't rush very much - I'm not very sure what the hell is going on, besides the Time Machine won't let me or others feel the time difference after I go back to my timeline - I just can set it however I like.

 

After five hours of flying I touch the ground again. While I was flying, the scenery was the same all the time - dust and sand and dried earth. But I landed because there are some rocks a bit farther away. I think I saw something move behind them. As I can't feel any ki around me, I don't actually understand how this is possible. Can that something behind those stones be masking its ki? After staring at the rocks intently I finally decide that it would be much wiser to approach them from the air. I again rise up into the air and fly carefully to the gorge of rock.

 

And then I stop to simply hover in the air. I'm not sure what I'm seeing: there's a big blue thing moving behind the rock. It seems that it has some legs or some tentacles that it's using for getting around.

 

Where the hell am I? Is this not Earth?

 

The blue thing lets out a strange noise. As it starts moving towards me, I realize that it has noticed me. I wonder how, to be more precise - where are the eyes of this thing.

 

I watch it approach me. And then I curse loudly as one of the blue tentacles shoots a burning ki beam past my right ear. I immediately blast the blue octopus to dust.

 

And then it starts.

 

I stare openmouthed at the riptide that is waving and rippling towards me from somewhere behind the horizon. Hundreds, thousands…

 

Where the fuck I am?!

 

Have to get the hell out of here. I turn in the opposite direction. There's another wave coming. Okay. I power up. I could simply rise high into the sky, but the thing is that I suspect that these things are like one unit. I blasted one and now have thousands of them coming. Or maybe they just simply heard the blast? But if not - I won't get rid of them in any other way. As that thing was first to attack, my conscience doesn't tell anything against wiping out an entire species. Besides I can bet that these fuckers are everywhere.

 

The first scorching blast I send shakes the whole ground and pulverizes the entire wave. That doesn't stop the others. I have to scorch everything around to stop them from coming.

 

I look around while looking for more of them, but it's calm again.

 

“Having fun?”

 

Though, I know perfectly who is behind me, I turn around.

 

Vegeta.

 

How the fuck is this possible?

 

While I, wide-eyed, stare at Vegeta, Vegeta approaches me. He stops a meter away from me. Suddenly, I see Vegeta stiffen. His head cocks to the side while he observes me.

 

“Hi,” I quickly retract my hand from the back of my head. Sometimes I'm so similar to my father.

 

I slap myself mentally for this thought.

 

Vegeta nods. He crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes swoop from my toes to my head again.

 

“May I ask what you are doing here?” he then asks in a gruff voice.

 

I blink at him. I wonder if I'm hallucinating. Maybe I'm still there, in the shower, still passed out..? That would explain a lot of things. Or maybe I'm dead?

 

Vegeta's brow rises at me after I choke at the thought of Mirai fucking me to death. I flush fiercely.

 

“Well?” Vegeta snaps his fingers to get my attention. “What the fuck is wrong with you,” he lets out an impatient growl that shows pure annoyance. “Don't tell me that you missed me so much that you find it hard to talk,” he snorts.

 

How the fuck could my father have ever slept with this man?

 

“I'm here to fight Datano,” I stammer out finally. Though, I know perfectly that he already knows that. I blink at him for some time. “Which Vegeta are you?”

 

Vegeta's brow rises.

 

“The one who will kill that shit,” he snorts then, motioning for me to follow him.

 

I don't move.

 

“You'd better come with me,” he turns then around after noticing that I stayed in place. “Unless you have a spaceship with you…”

 

I observe him. Can't understand if he is the same Vegeta or not. “Why would I need a spaceship?” I ask.

 

Vegeta gives me one of his trademark smirks. “It seems that your daddy was proud of you without a reason.”

 

“Don't fucking bring my father into this!” I snarl at him, agitated. “So what's with the spaceship?”

 

Vegeta smirks at my reaction again. Fucking bastard. “You'll need one to get to Datano - he's on another planet,” he says then.

 

Okay. So Datano liquidated the threat on the Earth and went further. Actually… “Is this Earth?” I ask then. “I have never seen those blue creatures before,” I add so that he wouldn't start mocking me again.

 

“Yeah, at least what's left of it,” Vegeta nods. “Those things you saw are everywhere. Actually, these are only pussies in comparison to some others that now inhabit here.”

 

I think I don't have any other choice except only to follow the damn prince.

 

“So where the hell are you from?” I shout to him after five minutes of silent flying.

 

“Exactly.”

 

Several moments pass until I get what his answer means. “Are you dead?” I watch him flying before me, the wind ruffling his flame-hair.

 

“Do I look dead to you?”

 

“Not exactly… Can you stop this and speak normally?” I glare at his back. Actually, he looks like a real fucker to me. Like he is most of the time. I know perfectly that the bastard would have not invited me to come with him if he were sure that he'd deal with Datano on his own. “Datano killed you then, at Capsule Corp?”

 

Aha. Vegeta's body tensed. Sure it's unpleasant for him to hear. Good.

 

“Yes,” he says after a long pause. “I felt him coming, but I was too late. The fight was short,” he snarls then. Can't be… I can hear chagrin in his voice. He is upset with himself? Whoa. “He killed me then blasted Capsule Corp to hell.”

 

“And how did you appear here?” I ask.

 

“Hell is a very boring place,” Vegeta says. “As I was a little angry because that fucker killed me, I decided to come back to deal with him. Though, I was told that you already took care of him. But then I heard Mirai talking about that other fucker…”

 

“How did you hear him?” I blink at his back.

 

“That old Baba witch and her crystal ball showed me everything I wanted to see.”

 

He threatened her. Very likely. Or it was Baba who threatened him to get his ass here to fight that freak. With that old witch one can't ever be sure… “And how did you get here?” I ask again.

 

“Had to use some serious persuasion.”

 

He probably threatened to explode the whole of Hell. Would be so like him.

 

After several hazardous hours of flying, we finally reached his spaceship. You know, I only now realized that I should ask him how he got it. I think it's because of the size of the ship: it's enormous. Where the fuck did he get it?!

 

I'm not surprised when he says that he stole it. I'd ask from whom, but I think I already know - Dr. Gero must have gone straight down to Hell.

 

Right now I want to pat Vegeta on his back. Though, I would risk my arm. Instead I wonder what Dr. Gero planned to do with the ship. Maybe he had some crazed theory about Hell intersecting infinite space or time or whatever? Hmm…that's interesting… Maybe he planned to escape somehow? What would happen if… Or maybe Vegeta stole it and ran away from Hell? But really, what would happen if…

 

“Gah,” I gasp after walking into the prince who stopped near the spaceship to open the door. Then I gasp again after he pushes me roughly off him.

 

“Sorry, been thinking,” I scratch my head. Dammit! I'll cut my hands off.

 

“Surprised me,” he snickers.

 

I'll fucking smack him several times if he doesn't shut up!

 

The prince then turns back to the ship and presses a small button on its metallic side. A trap lands down for us and we step onto it to be carried forward by the escalator into the innards of the spaceship.

 

XXXXX

 

Okay, I'm inside a metal box, in the vastness of space, alone with a sort of dead sort of father of my lover. Did I mention it before - I'm a bit afraid of closed spaces. And it seems I'm going to be stuck here for awhile. Damn. As I sit on my bunk I start wondering who is going to kill who first.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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