Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid ❯ Part 13 ( Chapter 13 )

Hello, NewFan!

Yes, you are correct about Gohan feeling the subconscious urge to protect Naruki.

And once again you are right saying that Trunks is overdoing with that “pack-thing”. But it's more instinctual than anything, and he I helpless against that.

Yeah, Goku was harsh with his son, but he had a reason - he grew tired of Gohan's constant lie to himself and to the others. Goku wanted Gohan to stop it finally.

Make-up sex is always nice :D

Gohan was messed up after the talk with his father. He hardly knew what he was doing, so he didn't really think before leaving. Besides…he has a foreboding.

What happened to Vegeta? Well, he died, heh

 

Hello, MaraiTrunks!

Naruki started filling up the wound in Gohan's hear after Goten's death.

Actually I have already answered the questions you had above, just read the review for NewFan :D

Well, I'm glad you liked and hope this chapter will be interesting, too.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own any DBZ characters. I'm not making any profit on this fan fiction work.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Mirai Trunks x Gohan. Angst?

Age note: Mirai Trunks - 26. Gohan - 22.

 

Lucid

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by achillona

 

Part 13

 

I really don't like enclosed spaces. I don't panic, but I feel oppressed and nervous nonetheless. At least the spaceship is big. Although, knowing this, doesn't really help.

 

After waking up, I leave my cabin in search of a shower. Vegeta, being as courteous a host as he always is, just shoved me into this cabin yesterday, leaving me to figure out what is where in this spaceship on my own. One has to really love that man.

 

I pass a long corridor, then turn to the left and walk further. And then I walk even farther still, because the damn ship is so big, and I have not a clue as to where I am. Some “Area - 27” is written on one of the corridors, but that doesn't tell me anything.

 

After walking a few minutes more, I get that nagging feeling of oppression in the pit of my stomach - the metallic walls start making me dizzy. Just then I finally approach a big hall. A sigh of relief leaves my lips when I see Vegeta sitting in one of the chairs next to the control panel. I walk over to him to look at the endless space he watches on a huge screen opposite him.

 

The familiar scent of citrus surrounds me.

 

“Didn't know you're claustrophobic,” he says, not turning back, “would have booked a luxury apartment.”

 

I glare at his back. Bastard. “Where's a bathroom here?”

 

“Sector 17,” he says, not turning back.

 

I don't ask him where it is. Instead, I walk over to the control panel and peel a sheet of paper off that is stuck on it. Okay, now I have a map. Fuck the prince.

 

“Hey!” he finally turns back to me. “It's mine.”

 

“I'll bring it back. After I redraw it.”

 

“I didn't allow taking it!”

 

“So what?” My tail makes an annoyed swish behind me before settling back on my waist. He's not my superior. He doesn't even belong to my pack.

 

Vegeta turns white. Then red. Then again white. He slowly stands up from his chair. He has changed his clothes: yesterday he wore his blue fighting suit; I wonder where Vegeta got it from. Now he's wearing a black sweater and blue jeans.

 

He really is going to hit me: his posture's all threatening, canines are bare and his scent tells me that he wants to kill me. But his gloved punch stops before I could have blocked it. Vegeta lets out an overly annoying growl. His eyes bore into mine but his fist lowers. I can admit that I don't understand why he suddenly retreats. Vegeta never was the one to retreat when he thinks that he's completely right. Oh well, yeah, also when he isn't right either.

 

I just turn around and leave.

 

XXXXX

 

While taking a shower I wonder how long the journey is going to last. It's strange how Vegeta manages to intimidate people into not asking anything. Well, not intimidate maybe, but one even doesn't want to speak with him because it's clear that every word he says is just an insult.

 

I'll ask later.

 

He doesn't intimidate me. He used to, when I was a kid, but now he just annoys me. Yes, that's the truth - it's because I'm much stronger than he is right now.

 

Right now I hate everything about him. Especially the fact that he's been fucking my father for two years nonstop.

 

I wince as I brush over a few small healing cuts on my neck and shoulder with a sponge. Mirai loves biting. I never said that I liked it very much when he bit me. Though, mostly it depends on how much I'm turned on.

 

Economizing water, I quickly finish my shower and go back into my cabin. Before starting to eat I wonder if Vegeta has any food. But I don't really care.

 

I also hate the fact that he's Mirai's father. It's pretty clear why.

 

Well, yeah - I stole Mirai's food supplies. Whatever. I know he'd have given them to me, if I asked. He had been preparing them for me, anyway.

 

I think I already miss Mirai. I love him after all. I love him so much that it hurts. It really does. It's almost physical pain I feel. When did I get so attached to him? Or…why?

 

After calmly eating, I capsulize the food again and look around in the cabin. It's not very big, but I don't feel oppressed. The walls are metallic in color, same as everything here, but I really prefer metallic to pink. There's a bunk with several covers I spent the “night” on. The bunk isn't very comfortable. There's also a small table I've just been eating at, and a chair. Several shelves, a lamp and that's it. Eerie.

 

I open another capsule, find a pen, a sheet of paper and start redrawing the map of the ship - though, I almost know it already - while walking back and forth several times, I've almost learned it. After I finish redrawing the map, I go back to the front of the ship again.

 

Vegeta is still sitting in that chair of his and staring at the screen. I stick the paper back onto the control panel. Vegeta is wearing gloves even after death. I always knew that he has a strange obsession with covering his skin.

 

“What planet is he on, and how long it will take it to travel there?” I ask, leaning on the wall with my arms crossed.

 

“Ah, and here I thought you only came with me because of my ass.”

 

I growl at his back. I can feel my tail puff out in anger.

 

That amuses him even more, and he laughs loudly.

 

“What the fuck is your problem?!” I snarl.

 

“I know mine, but do you remember yours?” he chuckles.

 

I want to fucking hit him. Instead I smirk at the back of his head. “Ah, but this is forgotten history, I prefer Seventeen to you.”

 

Vegeta stares at the screen for some time then he slowly turns around. He's not sure what I'm talking about. Oh, I'll clear it for him pronto. I'll fucking wipe that smirk off his face.

 

“My father appears to have better taste than I expected,” I purr into his ear, almost leaning over his shoulder. “And Seventeen is much better at it than you - I can hear them all the way through the house…”

 

I back away to see his reaction. Aww… I've hit a nerve. Too bad. So sad. Though, not really. His fallen face doesn't call for compassion. Neither do his enraged punches he launches at me, nor his kicks or curses. Fuck him.

 

I power up and simply toss him to the floor, away from me. I truly hate him. My calculating eyes slide down his smaller figure while he's shaking his head to clear it. I feel the familiar urge to skin someone alive. I don't think I'd want to oppose it this time.

 

But then I falter. The scent… I shake my head as I get confused suddenly. My eyes widen at the images that start flowing through my mind. Shit. Oh fuck… His scent is very similar to Mirai's. I'm still not used enough to control this much power - not in this particular case. I fiercely blush and shake my head again to clear it.

 

“Stop it,” I quickly blink then look at Vegeta when he stands up, ready to kill me. Though, we both know, who'd kill who here. He's no threat to me. “Let's forget all that shit, we need to cooperate.”

 

I doubt he'll listen. Actually some part of me hopes that he won't.

 

I watch him glare at me. I know he's calculating his chances. He has none of them. I think he understands that other possibility, which might happen to him if he throws me off balance. And though, I know that he likes playing dirty, I also know that he won't risk getting his ass fucked by some hybrid, which is what he calls me.

 

We stare at each other.

 

“Hn,” he finally snorts.

 

I drop my ki. I know he won't do it first.

 

He glares at me again. Then he extinguishes his ki, and his hair shrinks short then bleeds back into black.

 

We stare at each other.

 

“You have changed…” he says then after looking me squarely in the eye.

 

“I have been through a lot,” I agree.

 

XXXXX

 

I lie on the bunk and stare at the metallic ceiling. I don't want to sleep. I'm not tired.

 

My father was completely right. There's big shit going on in my head. I partly knew that, but I always blocked it. I do that good - blocking. I don't know when it started, probably blocked that too. It must have been some unpleasant experience or something. Having in mind that I have been dumped in the wilderness and was trained by some green asexual thing… No, I don't have anything against Piccolo. He's my mentor, and I respect him. It's just that it would have really been nice if that had been my father, who would have spent as much time with me as Piccolo did. Whatever. With time I grew very good at this, blocking.

 

While children usually grow out of it, I didn't. I'm not very sure why, but I suppose it's not healthy for a thirteen-year-old to catch his father panting and moaning under his enemy in the main family bedroom.

 

I hated that smell. I still hate it. That thick Goku's scent mixed with another male's arousal... Can't stand it. It makes my head hurt madly.

 

I chose not to feel it, not to see it, not to know anything about it. And I didn't. Yes, I perfectly know I have problems, and big ones.

 

When I think about it… I'm glad I didn't get a personality disorder. I could have ended up much worse.

 

It's…it's hard to explain… It's like I knew this all the time, but on the other hand…I didn't know it. It's… Well, for example even if I sort of didn't know what was going on between my father and Vegeta, I felt a huge distaste for Vegeta, but on the other hand, I was completely sure that my father was a truthful husband and there was no way he could be bisexual. Just can't explain this, it just was like that, and I didn't have any trouble with those two distinctly different facts.

 

And also I perfectly knew what that scent was that I could smell after Seventeen started staying with us. I couldn't understand but I perfectly knew. I just didn't want to know.

 

My father knew this. Well, not straight away. I don't know when he figured it out. I think maybe one day I walked in on them again, and in all probability caused a scene or something, but then the next day I probably acted as if I didn't remember anything. I don't know. Must have been something similar. He tried to take me to a psychologist. My mother was against it. I think. Probably. I don't know. I don't actually remember. And then he died. Again.

 

So, my problems were solved. Well, more or less. And then he came back again. And they started again. Ah, my life is one big shitty mess. Luckily, I never remembered this.

 

My father had clearly thought that I'd have already grown out of my silly habit. As it appeared that I didn't… well, he just ignored it then. Until recently, when he spilled everything in my face, and then punched me for my tongue.

 

XXXXX

 

I moan. I restlessly toss and turn between the sheets on my bunk while in a warm lustful daze. A purr resounds off the walls. It's so warm and pleasant. I open my mouth as Mirai presses his lips to mine. He wetly kisses me, and my tongue slides inside his mouth to stroke his tongue. I groan into his mouth as he runs his hands across my heaving chest. He pinches my nipples, making them instantly hard and I almost arch off the bed. Love when he does that.

 

My fingers fist into his long hair while I try to swallow his tongue. Mirai runs his hands over my ribcage, then sides, to my hips, where he gives a light squeeze. I break the kiss to wetly nip at his neck. I know he loves this. He also loves to hear me pant into his ear. I softly moan again as his hand slips underneath my backside. He squeezes firmer. My eyes roll into the back my head after he ruffles through the fur of my tail. But then the hand leaves and, circling my thigh, slips into my underwear.

 

A startled gasp leaves my mouth when he takes hold of me. Then the fingers run up the entire length, shortly staying at the tip then dipping into the slit, making me incoherently whimper and clutch at Mirai's shoulders. I know I'm leaking.

 

He cups my testicles to roll them and tease me. My body flushes at his ministrations. I arch my head back while he's stroking me. I spread my legs for him but he doesn't seem to be interested, he is just playing with me.

 

I'm lost in a lustful daze that is getting too intense, but he doesn't seem to want to finish me off. Even after I desperately try rubbing against him, he just proceeds to lightly stroke me, instead of fucking me right. I want to feel his body sliding against mine, want to feel our damp skin touching each other. I want to feel him. I want him inside me. I want him to fuck me. Now.

 

He just strokes and laughs at me.

 

When I awaken, I'm all drenched with sweat, loudly panting and painfully hard.

 

I reach my hands under the covers, push my underwear down my hips and gasp at my own touch while spreading the pre-cum over the whole length. I start stroking myself. At first leisurely then quicken my strokes. My head falls back, and I lick my dried lips to wet them. I quickly pant, trying to keep myself from moaning.

 

My movements become frantic and I start squirming and writhing in my own grasp. My thighs start quivering and after several moments I arch off the bunk with my mouth open in a soundless cry.

 

For some time I can only pant while listening to my mad heartbeat. Later, when I can think, I start wondering why I had this...dream. Well, yeah, it's nothing very unusual… It's all good, but I rarely have them, unless I really need to get off. And I had just been with Mirai before I came here.

 

XXXXX

 

I don't feel very well after I wake up several hours later. My head feels heavy. I'm very thirsty. I open a capsule with food supplies, find a gallon of mineral water and drink it all.

 

After that I look at my wristband - I have been out for a total of eleven hours. Must be the space traveling.

 

I'm not hungry. Strange. I start thinking I caught some virus from the “New Earth” I was on. Hope Vegeta caught it too.

 

I pad into the shower. After washing the sweat and sperm off I feel much fresher and better. After that I decide to look for Vegeta.

 

I find him in the same place - in front of the screen. He has changed into his old blue training suit again.

 

“Where will you go after we kill Datano?” I ask him, while slumping on one of the chairs next to him. His citrus scent pleasantly reminds me of Mirai. “Do you have to go back?”

 

“Yes,” he nods.

 

“That sucks,” I say to him, leaning my burning head back onto the headrest. “They should let you come back.”

 

Vegeta turns to look at my face. He cocks his head to his shoulder while observing me.

 

“I doubt they could find you if you ran away…” I say then. Have no idea why I'm saying all this.

 

“I gave my word.”

 

“Ah.”

 

I feel that I'm going to fall asleep on the spot. My lids feel heavy, and my head is buzzing with heaviness. I want to ask something, but then forget what.

 

XXXXX

 

I wake up from my own loud groan.

 

“Such a tease…”

 

Mirai's face and body fade away, leaving my body all flushed and needy. But I still can smell his thick scent. I latch onto it not wanting to let go.

 

I have to bite back a moan after a sensual shudder rocks my body.

 

I blink several times before realizing where I am. I don't think I have ever been redder in my life. I try closing my legs, but have to refuse the thought because it's too uncomfortable. I wish I had a blanket.

 

I'm still slightly panting.

 

There's something feral in Vegeta's eyes. It scares me suddenly. I quickly remove my puffed out tail out of his sight. I clumsily get up from the chair and stumble out of the control center.

 

I don't fucking understand what the hell is wrong with me. I have never had so many wet dreams before.

 

XXXXX

 

After masturbating and sleeping several hours more I feel much better. The heaviness is away, and, after I eat, I feel perfectly fine.

 

I know that there's a training hall in the ship. Dr. Gero constructed it for his androids to train in. I wouldn't mind using it. I quickly find it, and start stretching. I suppose it would be fun to have a sparring partner but I can't look Vegeta in the eyes after that…err…well, after that.

 

I warm up and do my kata. I wonder what would happen if I again tried to combine Super Saiyan abilities with Mystic. I have tried several times, but unsuccessfully: I simply can't go Mystic after I go Super Saiyan - usually it makes me dizzy or even sick.

 

I quickly power up to Super Saiyan two then try powering up further while modifying the energy to that one of Mystic's. I think I'm doing something wrong because suddenly I feel dizzy and heavy again. Some strange spasms start going through my body and my energy starts seeping away. Suddenly I'm cold. To regain my bearings I sit down on the cool floor. My energy starts cracking around me. I get really scared; that has never happened before!

 

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?!”

 

This time I don't feel like rolling my eyes. Spasms are getting stronger, and I don't give a damn that Vegeta is shouting something at me.

 

Vegeta starts cursing, but somehow I can tell that the curses are more of a worried kind than angry ones. There's no place for surprise left as he squats beside me and starts rubbing my neck. And I don't even care when something strange starts going on with my body.

 

“Stop thrashing,” he curses again.

 

Even if I wanted to I couldn't. Strange tremors are coursing through my body and the pain is getting more intense.

 

I wince and try to push him away from me but he presses me down and I feel his hand circling my neck. Why?! I try to gather my power to push him away, but I can't. I start panicking.

 

But whatever Vegeta is doing it starts lessening those spasms.

 

After several minutes they lessen, and I just start from time to time at some random spasm. After several minutes more my head feels heavy, and I feel Vegeta picking me up. He starts carrying me somewhere, but I black out before I learn as to where.

 

XXXXX

 

Jesus. My body feels like had been run over by a truck. I try to get up and loudly groan and wince at the dizziness I feel. I feel my body fall back onto the bunk.

 

“Lie still.”

 

I turn my blurry eyes to look at Vegeta. He's sitting next to the bunk.

 

“What do you want?” he asks me.

 

I blink at him.

 

“What did you want to get up for?” he asks then.

 

“I'm thirsty,” I say and try to get up again.

 

A yelp leaves my lips as suddenly Vegeta's palm presses my chest into the bunk.

 

“I said - lie still.”

 

I just nod. I don't think that there's any other option.

 

As soon as he leaves my cabin, I get up. I'm half naked. I have no idea what's going on, and at the moment I don't think that it would be very wise to wait for someone to explain it to me.

 

I grab my shirt that is lying across the chair and quickly pull it on. But before I could have left, Vegeta is back.

 

“Where do you think you're going?” he hisses while approaching me.

 

I warily step away from him. I can't understand what he wants. I think I can see the same feral look in his eyes like I saw then, after waking up in the control centre, and I feel panic engulf me. Eriava starts flashing through my mind. My heart is threatening to burst through my chest. I power up to my maximum.

 

I scream as Vegeta ignores my power and approaches me. Then I shut my stupid mouth up and drop into my fighting stance. He stops and gives me a confused look. There's some puzzled expression on his face. I shakily exhale when he takes several steps away from me. He stares at me for some time.

 

“Calm down,” he finally says. “Power down and stop flouncing about.”

 

I stare back at him for awhile to watch his every move, then withdraw from the corner I have squeezed myself into, approach the bunk slowly and sit down on its corner. I'm not going to lower my ki.

 

Vegeta is staring at me with that his puzzled expression again. “Did Mirai rape you?”

 

I choke. “N-no,” I finally stutter. “There was another guy who tried…” I have not a clue why I'm telling this to Vegeta, but…

 

Vegeta nods then. I can't understand his facial expression - he either seems relieved or concerned. He's probably the only one who can seem both.

 

I feel dizzy. Vegeta's scent isn't threatening, and my body lowers its defenses.

 

“Who claimed you? Mirai? Or that other?” he asks.

 

I don't understand the question.

 

“Claimed?” I feel my cheeks blush. “I wouldn't say that Mirai…”

 

“Whose mark is on your shoulder?” Vegeta seems to be annoyed with my answer.

 

I blink at him. “What mark?”

 

Vegeta gazes at me for some time. He then walks over to the chair and sits down, opposite me, keeping his distance. “I suppose you probably forgot to finish the bond before coming over here, didn't you, you idiot?”

 

“What bond?” I blink again.

 

“Can you at least fucking remember who bit you?” he asks, seemingly very annoyed.

 

I scratch my head. I mentally slap my hand and lower it to my lap. I admit that I'm thoroughly confused.

 

“Okay…” he rolls his eyes. “Whom are you dreaming of lately?”

 

I paint bright red again. I don't think I want to answer this question. It's not his damn business.

 

“Listen, moron,” Vegeta loses his patience, “someone has bonded you, and it better be to Mirai or otherwise I'll fucking kill you myself! If you let a Human claim you…”

 

“What do you mean “bonded”?” I ask, ignoring his anger; his scent still isn't threatening. I don't understand what he means by that “claimed” either, but one question at a time.

 

“Created a bond!” he hisses. “Whoever fucked you - he bit you and created a bond! You really are your father's son,” he snorts then at my face.

 

I snort back at him. Though, I wouldn't say that I understood what he said. But I mutter: “I was only with Mirai.”

 

“And that other?” Vegeta asks.

 

“After he tried to rape me, Mirai bashed his scull in.”

 

I blink in disbelief. - Did I just see a proud shadow pass Vegeta's face?!

 

“Mirai mated you,” Vegeta then announces, leaning back in the chair. “When did he bite you? I mean that bite where your shoulder and neck meets,” he motions at my neck.

 

I don't know which one in particular he's talking about but all the bites were made at the same time. I flush again. “The last time we…” I trail off.

 

“And when was that?”

 

Hey, he's not supposed to ask such personal questions. “Just before I came here.”

 

“Then you'll have some time then.”

 

“What time?” Time for what? What does he mean Mirai mated me?

 

“Time before you won't be able to think about anything else other than him fucking you,” Vegeta snickers. “You'll have to finish the bond, or you'll go crazy. Literally.”

 

I'd laugh but I don't because somehow I know that he's telling the truth. Vegeta doesn't kid about such things.

 

“You belong to him now. Mind, body and soul,” he snickers again.

 

I blink at him. “He claimed me?” I whisper. I think I start to understand what the fuck is going on. All those dreams and dizziness…

 

“How dare he?!” I jump out of the bunk. “Fucker! How dare he?!” I scream at Vegeta who doesn't even flinch.

 

“Sit the fuck down,” he roughly shoves me back onto the bunk.

 

I stumble and fall down onto the bunk, hitting my head on one of the shelves. I curse in pain.

 

“Stop the hysterics,” Vegeta snarls. “You wanted him too or otherwise there wouldn't have been any bond.”

 

“But I didn't let h-!” I growl. “Gah!” I gasp and my eyes widen, as suddenly Vegeta is against me, my chin in his gloved palm, forcing me to look at him.

 

He snarls at me. “If there was anyone that could have dealt with you - it was he. You changed, but your head is still a fucked up mess. You have some serious problems, kid. You have no self-control whatsoever. You are too soft even for a Human. You always loved attention and always needed someone around you. You always wanted to belong to someone, someone to own you and to help you deal with your problems and your fucked up head. So shut the fuck up, and just enjoy the ride now,” he pushes me away.

 

My father has a big mouth. Bastard.

 

Vegeta chuckles then. He goes back to his chair and sits down, crossing his legs. He then turns to the side, putting his arms on the backrest. “Will never forget your face when you walked on us,” he gives me a lopsided smirk. “The hysterics you were in… And then, ten minutes later, you were smiling and chatting again… Doesn't take a genius to realize that there's something wrong with the soft-eyed mamma's boy…”

 

I growl.

 

“No worries,” he lifts his hands up, “your idiot father is the same. And Bardock also had a screw loose. Your uncle also had trouble with knowing about things he didn't want to know. It's an inherited defect.”

 

I stare at him. But… Holy shit. Oh. My. Fucking. God. So this is how my father forgot the entire planet purging mission on Earth, this is why sometimes he was so…clueless…like me. This is why he never worried about things… This is why he always was happy-go-lucky. The fucking genes. And he didn't even have the decency to tell me… Oh. My. Fucking. God. I will kill him when I get back. Will fucking beat the shit out of him. Will fucking kick his ass to the Sun and back. I'll fucking…

 

“Shut up, my ears hurt,” Vegeta wants to silence my non-ending growl.

 

I growl louder. I'd have cried several weeks ago, but now I just want to kick someone's ass. I'm so fucking angry that even the closest ass will do.

 

“I'll fucking kill him when I get back!” I snarl at Vegeta.

 

“That's the spirit, boy!” Vegeta flashes his sharp teeth at me. “Care for a spar?”

 

I shake my head in refusal. I'm about to kill someone. It's not healthy to spar feeling like that. Though, I'd like to try. But maybe later, when I meet Datano.

 

XXXXX

 

I turn around after hearing soft steps on the metallic floor. I brush the sweat off my forehead and lean on the wall. Have been training for six hours non-stop.

 

Vegeta crosses his arms and leans on the other wall, opposite me.

 

I have done some serious thinking lately. I don't think denying will help me anymore, it just doesn't help. One day it had to happen and it happened - everything just piled up and crashed on my head, anyway. I'm just glad I was strong enough to take it head-on. I'm damn glad I had someone to support me while it happened. But I'll never forgive my father for this.

 

“How long until we reach the planet?” I pant out, brushing the sweat off my forehead again.

 

“About a day more,” he says.

 

Pretty soon. I don't ask what we are we going to do after we reach it - if Vegeta took me with him it means it's going to be teamwork. Well, more or less - as much as Vegeta's pride will allow him to cooperate. As he is sort of dead anyway… Well, I think it's going to be a hard fight for us both.

 

“That bond,” I ask, leaning my head on the wall, “what the hell is it?”

 

Vegeta shrugs nonchalantly. He thinks several seconds before answering. “It's a connection between two closely involved persons.”

 

I roll my eyes at him. C'mon, I need some practical stuff, not some nothing telling definition.

 

“It's a perfection,” he says then.

 

I sigh. But I get really interested. What could be perfection for Vegeta? “Of what?”

 

“Of a relationship.” He thinks for some moment again. “It's what Humans would call eternal and undying love. Two persons get connected for their entire life, eternity in this case, because here, people have an afterlife. They can't live without each other, they would do everything for each other - die, kill, betray. Absolute dependence on each other. Absolute understanding, absolute trust, absolute feeling and absolute love... Mind, body and soul. The bond is the Holy Grail the Humans would kill for. It's what they look for all the time.”

 

I blink. Umm… If it's Vegeta who's saying this, it must be damn serious. Though, it sounds funny. It sounds… Only big and empty words…an illusion…a dream…a dream that people like believing. A dream, for which's sake they are living, hoping, writing, reading. Well, most of them. Others that don't… Are they even human…?

 

A dream.

 

A dream that I'm desperate to fulfill. If it only were true…

 

“But first you have to finish it,” he says then. “Mirai took the first step, you accepted it, but now you have to finish it.”

 

“I didn't know anything about it,” I mutter. “Why didn't he say anything about it?”

 

Vegeta just shrugs. “Might be that he didn't know either. His instincts might have overruled his head.”

 

I stay silent for a while, thinking about what Vegeta said, all of it.

 

“Maybe he didn't want? Maybe it just happened?”

 

Vegeta loudly laughs. “Oh, he wanted. Otherwise he wouldn't have done it. He might have not realized what he was doing, but he truly wanted it.”

 

“How do I finish it?”

 

“Just bite him back.”

 

That sounds pretty easy.

 

“You'll feel when.”

 

Oh, not so easy. How do I feel when?

 

“Can Human's bond with us?” I ask, though, then I wonder if Vegeta will accept that “us”.

 

Vegeta gives me a lop-sided look. “There were several cases when different races tried to bond with Saiyans before; usually they ended with death. They are not able to answer the bond.”

 

I think a moment. It would mean that if I tried to bond a Human, I'd feel exactly like I feel now - restless, desperate and longing. And what if a Human tried to bond with a Saiyan? Is it even possible? But Vegeta himself mentioned…

 

“What would happen if it were a Human who tried to bond?” I ask.

 

Vegeta looks at me. “It's highly unlikely that a Human would try to do that - none of them know this. Though, if somehow they would obtain information… Well, you'd be bonded, and he wouldn't give a shit about you.”

 

I feel my body shudder. You wouldn't understand that. Or maybe you would, if you ever loved without answer. Right now…right now, while almost feeling sick with emptiness, the only things that prevent me from panicking are belief and hope that Mirai feels the same and that after we meet, that emptiness will be gone. It's almost a physical experience: I feel the void that needs to be filled.

 

I look at Vegeta again. Something has changed. I'm not exactly sure why and when. Did I finally earn his respect? Though, having in mind that misunderstanding with the claim-mark…I truly doubt that.

 

As I finally stopped trying to throw everything out of my head, for the first time I start wondering about my father and Vegeta's relationship. They spent quite some time together. At least in bed. I don't know anything that goes beyond this point. Maybe they used to meet somewhere in the city, maybe they went somewhere. Maybe they had a “normal” relationship. But to tell the truth I don't believe that. Likely it was only lust. My father found a new occupation very fast, and seems to be quite happy with it. Would have never thought that my father and Seventeen would mesh with each other… Ah well… Seventeen is better for him, he seems quite happy. Definitely better than my mom: at least he's allowed to talk and to cook; he has sex more than once a year; they communicate and I heard them laugh together.

 

Where does it leave Vegeta?

 

I turn to look at the prince.

 

Where does it leave him?

 

What about Trunks, Bulma?

 

My eyes widen in surprise when I realize the feeling I suddenly feel is that of pity. Vegeta wouldn't be pleased if he knew. I shouldn't feel like this - I know nothing for sure, my own future is unclear. But I have a lover waiting for me. Even if I die, I know he's waiting for me. Who's waiting for Vegeta?

 

“Care for a spar?” Vegeta then asks, probably tired of me staring at him.

 

I enthusiastically nod. It's not only that I really want to spar, but also that all the possible activity prevents me from thinking about Mirai. That's good - my brain is too puffed out.

 

Vegeta goes straight Super Saiyan two. I go Mystic and keep the same level as he.

 

I block his punch and it starts. We exchange several kicks and then my eyes blur as I miss a block and take his punch head-on. Hell eyes, my ears don't stop ringing for about twenty seconds.

 

I repay that kindness.

 

Our physical strength is equal. That I decide after five minutes of pointless struggling against each other with our arms locked. Goku is physically stronger than Vegeta. My father's physical build is an advantage, as is mine.

 

Finally we dismount, and latch onto each other again.

 

“Fuck!” he curses as I kick him into the stomach. But there's no time to relax even for a grin - he immediately strikes at my head. I'm just in time to duck.

 

I can feel that there's something… His ki is rising with each unsuccessful try of landing a blow on me. Actually I can feel the fringe of his ki around him. And it's not fading, as it usually is when a person is at his full power. No, Vegeta's ki margin is clear and bright. Ah, clear now; he didn't waste his time in hell.

 

“Bastard,” I grin at him.

 

He smirks back at me and powers up to Super Saiyan three. I'm impressed by that long mane of blond hair. He looks…hmm…unusual. But quite interesting and attractive. I like it.

 

I power up more. A shiver of anticipation runs over my body. After several minutes of fighting I know that it's not a good idea. The physical contact is too much for me. His scent is too similar to Mirai's. I see Vegeta's eyes going to my crotch and he realizes that too. While I'm at my full power, I don't have the decency to blush. I just motion for him to quit this spar. I would have won, anyway. At least my ego thinks so.

 

XXXXX

 

I dream of Mirai again. It takes much time to gather my thoughts and recover from the dream after I wake up. I almost wince after realizing that he's not beside me. The feeling of loss and emptiness is overwhelming. I want him. It hurts. Vegeta was right - I'll go mad if I don't have him now. I'm so fucked up…

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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