Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Mirai Trunks Complex ❯ Passion ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Chapter Two: Passion
The breakfast set before him was delicious. As much as he loved his mother, she was no great cook. Mirai smiled through mouthfuls at the thought. Vegeta was seated to the far left of him and Mrs. Briefs was humming as she prepared more food at the stove. But Bulma wasn't down yet.
He gazed up at the stairs as he forked some eggs. He wondered if she was all right. The wailing of baby Trunks had stopped some time ago, Mirai noticed. Was she that tired not to come down and eat? Maybe I should bring up some food to her, he thought concerned.
Vegeta watched as his son stared at the stairs. What the fuck was with this boy? It was as if he were obsessed. Inwardly he shuddered at the thought. Had the boy been with his mother that long not to have any other interests? He scowled and went back to eating, keeping his stare on the stairs as well. Why wasn't she coming down?
"So, Trunks," Mrs. Briefs started. Mirai turned his attention to her, watching the staircase through the corner of his eye. He shoveled more eggs into his mouth. Mrs. Briefs flipped a pancake high into the air while beating more eggs into another bowl.
"Yeah?"
"Will you be staying here?" Vegeta nearly choked on his food. Mirai smirked and laid back in his chair, finding Vegeta's reaction to the question incredibly funny. Though, he actually wanted the Saiya-jin Prince to choke on the eggs and die.
"Yeah, I will."
"Want me to show you your room?" Then Mrs. Briefs tittered. "Oh silly me, I forgot!" She put a hand over her mouth as she flipped pancakes with the other. Mirai arched his eyebrow. Yeah, this most definitely was his grandmother. Vegeta still was breathing hard from nearly choking.
"Forgot what?"
"Papa and me wanted to take a nice walk this morning around the house." She gave a sigh. "Our anniversary is coming up, didya know?"
Mirai smiled politely. "No." Then a shine came into his eyes. "Who will show me to my room then?"
"Vegeta could do-"
"No." Came the growl from the prince. Mrs. Briefs didn't look deterred.
"But Bulma's so tired from-"
"No." Mirai knitted his eyebrows together at Vegeta's selfishness. "I'm going to train. Tell the old man to fix-" He stopped himself, "Oh that's right, you're doing that sentimental thing with him. Tell the Woman to come then."
He got up and strolled out the door. Mrs. Briefs sighed and Mirai frowned. "It's okay." He told his grandma. "I think I can find my own room."
Mrs. Briefs smiled brightly. She hugged him, "Such a sweet boy," and giggled, going back to the counter and held a plate of food in front of her to Mirai. "Bring this up to her, will you?"
He nodded and took it. He eyed the rooms upstairs as he walked to the steps. The material beneath him, creaked under his heavy weight. He stepped through the hall, watching the Nursery door predatorily.
He opened it, just to see through a wide crack and inhaled sharply.
She was asleep in the rocking chair with baby Trunks on her breast. So that's how she got him to be quiet, he smirked. I agree with her methods. He eyed her other exposed breast and slipped in, closing the door behind him.
Bulma was nodding, still rocking in the chair slowly. Her breaths came out even, calm. Mirai looked at the baby, suckling softly on his mother's breast. He was half-asleep, Mirai noted with growing pleasure as he put the plate of food silently on the dresser then walked slowly towards the sleeping beauty.
He kneeled down, putting his hand on her knee. He looked at her face, smiling at her small breaths. He bent forward and kissed the top of her breast, watching Baby Trunks through the corner of his eye. The baby was almost asleep, not hearing his presence... yet.
He made his way, enjoying her skin in his mouth. So sweet, he thought to himself as he captured her nipple, rolling his tongue under it. Her milk came into his mouth and he drank it. His hands were no longer on her knees but to her sides, massaging it, wanting to make her loved. To feel loved. Something she no doubt hadn't felt from Vegeta.
Bulma's breaths became shorter, more heightened as he moved in more eagerly. His hand began to travel downwards. As his hand moved past her robe, her skin became more flushed as his hand ventured - he froze as he felt a ki come up to the room. His mouth seperated from her skin and just as the door opened, he was at the other side of the room, sitting on a small stool. Mrs. Briefs looked in and smiled at Mirai.
"How is she? Did she like the breakfast?" Her eyes settled on the sleeping woman then they skirted over to the cold plate of bacon, toast, and pancakes. Her smile fell a couple of notches. Mirai noticed and gave an explanation.
"She was sleeping already when I came up. I-I didn't want to wake her up."
"You're too sweet to be real!" she giggled and sighed. "Well, I'm off to go on that walk with Papa. Make sure she eats." Her face turned unnaturally stern. "With that little boy's appetite, she needs all the food she can get!" Mirai nodded.
There was a small silence. Mirai fidgetted, licking his lips, the remanents of milk on his lip and under his nose. Mrs. Briefs continued to smile and then frowned. "Dear, you have some milk on your cheek." He froze for the second time that hour and put a hand to his cheek.
Mrs. Briefs smiled and moved toward him with a hankerchief. He stiffened and looked away as she cleaned up his cheek. "That's okay, Grandma, I think I can-"
"Nonsense, Trunksie!" she giggled and rubbed his cheek clean. Mirai hoped she didn't notice that there wasn't even a glass of milk in this room, let alone suspect that he used his mother to get the satisfaction he needed. Well, he mentally looked down at his tightened crotch, almost all the satisfaction.
"There," she looked at the clean and dry cheek. She patted it. "All better." Mirai nodded, looking down at his boots. He stole a look at her.
"Shouldn't you be..you know..on that walk with Grandpa..?"
She paused and looked up. "Hmm, oh yeah!" she giggled again. Mirai weakly laughed with her. "I completely forgot! I hope I'm not too late." The woman barely got the words out of her mouth before Mirai pushed her out of the door of the Nursery. He smiled and waved bye.
"I'm just gonna wait out in here for Bulma to wake up. I need to ... talk ... to her."
"Okay, dear, just be sure to-" The door was slammed before she completed her sentence. Mrs. Briefs shrugged and danced down the halls, giggling. Today was her anniversary!
Vegeta kicked his opponent, sending the robot into the wall. The small machine beeped as it slid down into shambles. He gave a smirk then looked out the window. He frowned.
The boy should've been here at least an hour ago, he mused. Then he laughed. Well, that is if he were really a warrior.
He gave a kick into the air, then another. Then another. Another. After training alone for five more minutes, he soon got bored. The Boy's ki was up there... with the Woman's. Hn. Vegeta stared out the window at Capsule Corp's main building. Why wasn't she down here already? He had to fight the hologram; it was an itch only it could serve. These stupid robots did nothing for him except cause him annoyance. He needed to face a real opponent. He peered once more at the window.
Maybe he ought to pay both a visit. Just to see how they were doing. Heh, he chuckled to himself. And to remind them both that they shouldn't make me wait.
His hand traveled across the higher part of her leg and went to rest back on her knee. "I don't know why he doesn't appreciate you." She gave a moan as an answer as she fidgetted in her sleep. The baby seemed to be too deep in sleep to be awakened. "If I were him, " he paused to kiss her hand that rested in his, "I wouldn't let you go like he did so many times. So many foolish times."
His hand wandered upwards again. "Bulma, I wish you knew how much I'd do for you." The sleeping woman sighed and whispered a name against the cushions. Mirai paused again and let his hand travel up more.
Her sleeping face reminded him of books he once read. Books filled with pictures of angels and angels, looking holy, looking innocent.. yet so heavenly seductive. His hand rested near her mons. "I can be better than Vegeta..." he said softly. "I know I can."
"Mmm," Mirai smiled at Bulma's moan. "That feels nice." His thumb slipped down, brushing past the curls.
"I know." He leaned in to kiss her exposed breasts and as he traveled downwards, he opened more robe. Mirai noticed her breath heighten as his thumb rubbed against her clit. He lowered his eyelids and breathed in her scent of arousal. This had to be a dream. He opened his eyes and saw that both were still asleep. No ... it was a fantasy come to life, he decided as he rubbed her clit more. Her back arched as the tension built in her.
A dream would be her wanting him. Would have her give herself to him. He wouldn't be stooping so low as to touch her as she slept.
Mirai paused in mid-rub. Should he even be doing this? This seemed so ... unfair. Unfair to the woman he loved. Her moans were louder as she pressed her weight against his thumb, starting to rub against it. "Vegeta.." He froze. No. "Please.." No! His eyes held a wild look as he fly away from her. He stared at her flushed skin, her heavy breathing... everything he wanted to be near.. but it was stolen away with her whisper. Her whisper of the one that didn't deserve. That never deserved her.
He sat on the other side of the room then stood up and walked out of the door. His eyes were narrowed as he strolled down the hall. He had plans to make her his.
And Vegeta was an obstruction.
First Gohan, now Vegeta. He gave a bitter laugh. No matter what, she was never going to be available. Then he stopped walking, tapping the rail thoughtfully. But who said she wasn't available..? so far, he didn't see any advances from Vegeta to Bulma. It was probably just Bulma who loved him. He smiled chillingly. If anyone were to pass by and see his cold smile, the person would feel as if they'd been dunked under a waterfall of ice.
Yes. One-sided love. Mirai nodded with sympathy. He knew the feeling. Maybe he would make her feel comforted by a shoulder to lean on.
He resumed his walk downwards, no longer angry or frustrated, but calm. His mind buzzing full of plans. On his way down, he brushed purposely against the sweating Vegeta. He had a secretive smile as he passed the Saiya-jin. He didn't bother to greet him.
Vegeta grunted at the ingrateful youth. Kids today. He shook his head and walked up the stairs. Ungrateful little brats.
Bulma stirred awake and immediately looked down at her baby. Trunks was still asleep. She yawned and blinked. Then looked down at her robe, at the curly lavender mons. She sniffed and squeezed her thighs together. Must've had another wet dream about Vegeta, she blushed.
As she got up, she wavered on her legs and shook her head. Bulma forced her legs to walk over to the crib where she set down Trunks down. As she did she saw milkstains all over her robe. At first she didn't react... but then she saw that the milkstains were on the other side of her chest.
The side that Trunks didn't drink from.
She widened her eyes and looked down at the small babe. It wasn't as if Trunks had just woken up, decided he wanted a drink from a fresher pump, moved there, then moved back to avoid any suspicion. She arched her eyebrow at that theory. It was ridiculous! Ha, as if Trunks would do that! ... Then again ... knowing his father ...
Of course! His father! She smirked and folded her arms across her chest, looking strangely like the male of her thoughts. "That sly dog!" she giggled to herself. He probably came in and decided to have a drink as well! "I knew he would come around sooner or later." She spotted the plate of food on the dresser.
Heh, somethin's up. I don't care if Vegeta has come around, she thought. Never in a million years would he bring up food to me. As she thought this, the door knob turned and opened to reveal Vegeta.
Bulma blinked, obviously unnerved at how he appeared just when she thought of him. "Speak of the devil."
He paused. "What..?" Bulma smiled and shook her head, lashes lowering at him as she giggled. "Nerver mind." He rolled his eyes. Humans and their bizarre phrases.
"What can I do?" she grinned secretly. Vegeta arched an eyebrow and looked at her.
"Explain to me why you weren't..." he trailed off. The air was suddenly different to him. More spicier.. more...aroused. He sniffed and shifted his gaze to her. "Just what the hell is going on here?"
There was arguing going above. Well, maybe not arguing. Trunks narrowed his eyes at the ceiling. Vegeta was making her upset. No, Trunks scowled, that wasn't very nice.
Vegeta doesn't know what he has.. Trunks growled and looked around. No one was around. Mrs. Briefs was on her walk with her husband... Bulma was upstairs...with Vegeta, he thought disgusted.
He look a knife from the sink and slammed it into the counter. The metal stuck in, smiling crookedly at him. Trunks smiled back. He looked up at the ceiling, imagining his plans come to life.
Not now, he reminded himself. Not yet. He took out the bent knife and smirked at it, chuckling. But soon, he promised himself. Soon.
"What do you mean, Vegeta?" Bulma widened her eyes as she was cornered into a wall. "There's nothing going on." What was wrong with him, she asked silently, why is he looking at me like that?
"Heh, that's funny since how I see it is that the facts tell me otherwise." His hand slammed down beside her cheek, trapping her in one side. She looked at the muscled arm and her breathing increased. Vegeta looked down at her through hooded eyes as his other hand touched her cheek.
He leaned down and inhaled her neck and then her chest. He stopped and smirked. "The nose doesn't lie." Bulma widened her eyes. What the hell was he talking about?
"Vegeta, wh-"
He grabbed her by the wrists and held her up against the wall. "Let me just tell you that getting such pleasures will only harm you in the end, woman." Bulma scowled. "what pleasures? You hardly go near me anymore unless to insult me!"
Vegeta chuckled in amusement. "Now I wonder why that could be...?" Bulma glared at him and shook her head.
"I don't understand you."
"Good."
"Why do you even stay..?"
He was at a loss for words at that question. He cocked his head to one side, his smirk fading. "Why do you think? For the equipment and shelter." Bulma suddenly had a smile.
"If I know you, Vegeta-"
"You don't." Vegeta growled, tightening his grip on her wrists. She continued through the pain, "If I know you, you wouldn't accept my help or anyone else's. You're too strong for that, too proud." She leaned in so that their noses almost touched, looking into each other. "You wouldn't admit to being weak." He suddenly slammed her to the wall.
"For one, what makes you think you know me? Two, I am not weak. Three, you're just a whore for my convinence. I just tired of you quickly." Bulma winced. Damn, those words stung at her but she continued.
"I think I know you because you're not that hard to figure out," she ignored his low growl at that, "and if I'm such a whore, why do you continue to strut around me, like some dog?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. Dog? Oh that's right. That Chikyuu-sei animal thing that makes alot of noise. "Woman, you're not making any sense. Since when have I strutted around you?" You was accompanied by a tone of disgust.
It was her turn to roll her eyes. She gave a jerk of her head to her breast. "Explain that."
"..Woman, are you so stupid that you don't remember breastfeeding the brat..?"
"No, no, the other breast! Explain how come its leaking milk."
Vegeta decided the woman was too stupid to remember. "Its a trait of lazy mothers." Bulma scowled. "You idiot! I know you came up here and snuck a drink!" Vegeta was too shocked for words. Then the shock died away.
"WHAT?"
"Don't try to defend yourself!" Bulma sniffed and smiled. "Its okay, as long as you admit it, Vegeta."
"Listen, Woman, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole let-"
"Yet here you are, touching me right now. Contradiction, eh, Veggie?"
He narrowed his eyes. This woman would never give up. No matter what, she would keep fighting him. "Don't call me that." He leaned in, noses again brushing. Her blue eyes glinted in the dimness of the room.
"I can call you anything I like."
It was quiet up there, Trunks thought and narrowed his eyes as he set down the bent knife. He walked to the doorway of the kitchen, looking upstairs suspiciously. Too quiet.
Trunks walked more, handling the stairway rail. Too quiet for his tastes. He slowly went up the steps, eyes on the hallway.
Vegeta grabbed her. "You will give me the respect I demand." Bulma smirked.
"Oh and how shall I do that? Bow down and worship you?"
Vegeta frowned then a glint came into his onyx eyes. His smirk slowly came back to his lips. "No." He pushed her down. "You are a whore. You deserve to be treated like one."
Bulma widened her eyes. "Nani?" Vegeta slipped off his training outfit silently, watching her. "You will pay whats due to me." he said. She nearly stumbled away but he held her in place. She looked up at his determined look then down at his organ. She took it in, covering it with her mouth. Vegeta restrained a moan. The feeling that filled him was glorious. No more holding back. He needed a release after so much training.
She worked up and down, making sure to get everywhere. Vegeta grabbed fistfuls of her hair when she went slower. "Faster, bit..bitch." he hissed from clenced teeth. Sweat had dripped down from his brow and collected around his nose and upper lip. "Fas..faster.."
Trunks's hand wavered over the doorknob. The whispering and scent of arousal emitted from behind the door. No. He stared at the door. It couldn't be...
The memories came back.
Their moans. Them joined together. Her legs wrapped around his. "Gohan..." How he moved with such ease. "Bulma..." Trunks trembled with rage, his power going up a notch. He narrowed his eyes. "You won't take her away, again." He smirked. "Shes mine."
He stiffened, panting. Part of him was alert, barely aware of the power that the boy was going. He was questioning why he was outside the room, not moving. Just being there. Another part didn't care. That part wanted the pleasure this woman gave him.
Bulma closed her eyes as she finished one last stroke. Vegeta's eyes widened at the climax and grabbed her head, pushing the rest of him into her mouth as he spilled his seed into her. She swallowed and tore away from him, rubbing her mouth with the back of her hand, panting. Vegeta took deep breaths and finally gave a Hn.
She watched as he got up and slowly dressed himself. "Hey, what about me?" she complained.
"What about you?" He slipped into the legs of the training clothes. She parted her robe to reveal her aroused nature. Vegeta gave a cruel smile. "And what do you want me to do about it?" She looked crestfallen.
"Vegeta..."
"Do what I did for a year." He turned and walked to the door.
"And what was that?"
"Self-play." He walked out the door, wondering if he hallucinated sensing the boy's ki by the door. He shook his head. Nah.
Bulma looked down and sighed, closing her robe. Somehow, somewhere deep inside of her, she knew Vegeta would do something like that. "Fuck him." Then she smiled bitterly. As if he would let her.
A knock drifted her out of her thoughts. She looked sharply and saw a blushing Mirai Trunks at the doorway. He shifted his gaze to the floor then shyly looked at her. "Anything wrong, Bulma?"
"Hmm? No, no." she sighed. "Nothing you could fix, anyway." She looked out the window at the sun. It was almost afternoon. Almost time for work. She smiled again. At least she had something that would take her mind off things.
His hand came unto her shoulder. She wondered again how he could be so fast and quiet.. Must've gotten it from his father, she thought. "Are you sure?"
"Yes.." His hand seemed so powerful and heavy. She looked over his shoulder, now nose to nose with him. She blinked, surprised. He was so close... Bulma forced a smile. "I'm okay. Just haveta take a shower and go to work."
Mirai nodded, letting her brush past him, closing his eyes at the feel. They were so close. He gulped and forced down his need. Not yet. He turned just as she left the room. Mirai sighed and looked down, narrowing his eyes. Suuure, she would let Vegeta have her then leave her so unfulfilled, but one simple kiss to happen between them and he'd be condemned forever.
It'd be worth it, he thought. Just to have that sweet temptation to be real. It'd be worth it. He looked down at the sleeping Trunks. Somehow the kid slept through all the excitement. He chuckled, imagining him instead of Vegeta, kneeling as he had Bulma. Would baby Trunks sleep then as well?
He walked out of the Nursery, eyes on his room. Faintly, he heard showering coming from the room three doors down. He opened his door, looked around in the room. It had a warm, cozy feel to it...and the scent of the woman he loved was laced through the air. His stomach did flip-flops at the thought of Bulma once being here. He walked and sniffed the pillows. Her scent was very faint. Very, very faint. As was Vegeta's. He scowled and threw the offending pillows that smelled most like Vegeta away and kept the ones that smelled most like Bulma.
This is as close as I'm going to get to true Paradise, he thought as he sniffed a pillow. His hand traveled downwards to his pants, freeing his lower anatomy of its confines. In his mind's eye, as he listened for the showering, he was entering her room, eyes on her bathroom.
He stroked himself. He was entering her bathroom. The shower was loud so she couldn't hear him, or so he thought. She was calling out, "Who's there?" Trunks took heightened breaths as the tempo slowly started to increase.
Trunks wheezed and gripped on the pillow tighter. The curtains were parting and she was shampooing her hair, unable to see him. His hand went faster. He put his hands on her shoulders, pressing himself to her, kissing her neck. Her hands went down and he massaged her scalp. Bulma was moaning as he pressed her to the tiles, himself panting.
He flipped the pillow down and started to move against it, eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. She was moaning as he slid into her. The whispers of his love made her happy and she was his. Bulma's head was tossed back unto his shoulder as she moved with him, barely able to speak right. He went faster against the pillow, imagining it was her smooth, pale bottom.
The moment of climax made him gasp as he clenched his member as a poor substitute for her walls. She slid down, looking at him in awe. He kneeled down and kissed her. Trunks panted as he fell to one side, watching the pillow he had used with dullness. He pulled it to his chest, listening numbly as her shower ended and she dressed. He started to cry into the bed, hitting it.
Why couldn't it have been real?
He looked up, frowning at the ceiling. The release wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her.
Trunks looked at the wall, attempting the impossible by trying to look through the walls and see her. She was probably putting on her clothes, her panties first..then her bra.. Her body, oh Kami, her body. His penis went stiff again and he growled, hand curling around it and imagining her with him again.
The wait was torture. But he knew it would be worth it.
TBC...< br>
Next chapter: Creepers jeepers! ^.^ Always wanted to say that, lol. Anyways, the next chapter is sort of alarming (just to let you know). Sorry for the late update. I was camping in the mountains for vacation and of COURSE I missed some college credits and important-to-do stuff. ~.~ Instead of writing, I had to do stupid extra credit! I haven't even had the time to email some of you people for reviewing! I'm so sorry! Forgive bad A-chan! ^___^ Bad! Bad! /slaps herself on the wrist\ XD Ooowww... A-chan hurts now..
Damn. My next class is starting soon. A big sayonara guys and I apologize greatly, deeply, sincerely for the late update. Please don't burn my little bum. /rubs bum\ Jack pretty much did the rest anyways. For details go to www.Jackburnedmybum.com j/k. ^.^
~ A-chan, Lil Sun Goddess of Japan. /wink\