Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Mirai Trunks Complex ❯ Hope ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author: Amaterasu

AN: I sort of based this off the complex called, "The Oedipus Complex" where the son kills the dad to get with the mom. O.o;; Don't get so freaked out. It's pretty kinky if you think about it.

I'm not holding myself back from writing this story. If I'm going to do lemons with certain characters, I'll do them. I'm not scared. ^_~ Be warned that these are the characters involved: Mirai Trunks/Bulma, Mirai Gohan/Mirai Bulma, Mirai Trunks/Vegeta, Bulma/Vegeta.

Erm..I didn't really watch the Cell Games or rent the movie, "Trunks: The Mysterious Youth" or whatever it's called, but Gohan definitely has both of his arms back. o.o;; It's a nice replacement actually.

WARNING: If incest, rape (both in future chapters), erm and anything else like that offends you then turn back. This won't be a senseless incest fic but a struggle with jealousy, hope, hate, and romance at it's darkest. This is an NC-17 fanfic.

Setting in the beginning: Mirai Timeline. As it moves and you see Vegeta, you'll know you're out of the Mirai timeline, lol.























It was over.


He knew it.


He should've accepted the fact that she would never be his no matter how hard he tried or how many times he tried to show her, or tell her. She wouldn't listen, or see...


He looked down at his sword, ready to end it. To end the torture he went through, all the sacrifaces he made for his mother, all the things he did to make her smile for him ... were all in vain. The darkness of the lab made him think of all the times he had spent with his mother here. Not the way he wanted to spend it. Just doing calculations, working on new inventions, helping the people. No, he wanted to touch and feel her, in the ways he wasn't supposed to touch or feel her.


No, he was her frickin' son. Kami played a joke on him and decided to make him her son.


Maybe he could've gone on being her son and never holding her the way he wanted to but no; Kami was crueler.


Trunks looked away, breathing heavily. He had beaten the androids with Gohan, watched as he almost died, yet right now, he wished that Gohan had died in the clutches of the android twins. Right now, he could kill Gohan for what he did.


It had started this morning. He clenched his fists and snarled, not realizing he was almost an exact duplicate of his dead father. His cheek twitched as he remembered.








"Mom, I'm...home." He looked around the empty room where his mother had always greeted him after a hard day of training. He smiled and felt for her ki, finding it in the kitchen. He decided to sneak up on her and surprise her. It was one of the few ways he could find reasons to touch her. He blinked as he felt Gohan's ki in there as well. Now why would he be doing there...?


As he walked silently to the kitchen, his heart pounded against his ribcage, he passed a picture framed on the wall. It was of his mother and him in front of the time machine he used only five weeks ago. His mother was smiling brightly, he was beside her, a hand slung over her shoulders in a hug. To anyone else, it was the hug/embrace that a mother and her son would share. It was all he could have.


He paused, seeing something interesting. Gohan was in the background, arms folded, smiling. But as Trunks looked closer he saw it more as a plastic smile. Gohan's eyes were focused on Bulma, Trunks noted. However, he shrugged it off. No, Gohan wasn't like that. He would know if his dear friend was infatuated with his mother. And if he was, well, then it was his job to kill him, he thought darkly. And he would too.


Turning away from the picture he resumed walking. As he opened the door, he stopped in his tracks. The smell of them was everywhere. It hit him as if a ki punch to the stomach. Their sex, it was all over the floor, the counters ... he shook with bare disbelief. No..


He scowled and walked as silently as he could, keeping his ki low as he heard their moans in the next room.


No.


He felt Gohan and his mother's ki go up a little.


No..


His mental scream wavered as he came closer to the locked door.


No.


She was screaming out her lover's name in the way that Trunks had always fantasized that she would say his.


NO!


He tore open the door, staring horrified at them. Gohan, his teacher, his mentor, his fucking friend was there with..his innocent mother. The one he loved. He watched for a second as Gohan grunted, his organ inside Bulma. Trunks watched as his mother tangled her hands into his spiky hair, kissing his cheeks, gasping out his name. She was supposed to say his name that way, Trunks narrowed his eyes into slits. "No.." He breathed out. She was reserved for him only! Not the one that didn't know her like he had! They seemed to hear him because tmmediately Gohan pulled away, straining for his pants, "Trunks-kun, I can explain! I was just-"


"Fucking my mother's brains out, you bastard."


His mother, naked as the day she was born, put a hand on her son's arm, trying to stop him. "Trunks, calm down! Gohan and I...well," The rest was lost as she revealed her body to him. She didn't notice the way that Trunks's gaze roved over her body or the fact that she was naked; she just wanted to stop him before he did anything drastic.


Trunks's breath jammed in his throat. She was gorgeous. He felt himself hardening below and the temptation to touch her peach skin was almost uncontrolable out of his reach. Trunks could feel his breath heightening and he couldn't control it. Just to touch her.. just once.. as a lover, would be heaven to him.


"..Trunks?" Bulma's hand shook him gently. He blinked.


"Huh?"


Gohan was glaring at him. He saw the way that Trunks looked at Bulma. And the sudden tightening in the boy's pants was a dead giveaway. Bulma remained oblivious. Or pretended to be. If it was the latter, then Gohan thought she was a great actress. Gohan sneered at the boy who ignored his presence (for now). What a freak, Gohan thought. Loving your mother in that way. He shuddered a little at the thought.


"Trunks..." Bulma looked anxious, "while you were away... to help the other dimension with the androids, Gohan and I.." she trailed off. Trunks looked numb.


"..You what..?" he asked, fearing the answer that he knew she would say.


"Explored our relationship."


"What relationship??" Trunks threw up his arms up, enjoying through his rage how Bulma's hand slipped off his arm so easily and softly. How it glided against his bare skin. He sent a sneer to match the one that Gohan was giving him. "I mean, what's so great about him?" Jealousy took over.


"Trunks!" Bulma looked mad. "Apologize!"


"No. Want to know why? He's a pussy for stealing what's mine." He hadn't realized the words that had come. Bulma widened her eyes as Gohan stood in front of her, straightening himself to try and intimidate the shorter boy.

It didn't work.

Trunks snarled quietly, stepping up accepting the unspoken challenge. Bulma shook her head. "No! Gohan, Trunks, don't fight." He stepped back, breathing in deeply, glaring into Gohan's black eyes. The little boy back in the other dimension was so innocent. This one, Trunks thought disgusted, was nothing but a slut.


His hand came to the sword on the hilt of his hip. He had almost forgotten it was there. Maybe if he was quick enough ... he could cut Gohan in little pieces like sushi.


Gohan's gaze caught Trunks's hand and shook his head. "You're too slow, kid." He gave a smirk. "That won't work."


Trunks twitched with anger as Bulma shook her head and silently sobbed. He took a deep breath and asked, "How did this all...happen..?"


Bulma opened her mouth to explain even though tears ran down her cheeks. Trunks hated himself for making her upset, but he needed to know. Gohan put his hand on her lips and she looked up gratefully. Trunks breathed harder as he restrained his rage.


"While you were gone.. I was still recovering from the Android fight." Trunks gave an agitated nod.


"Yeah, this I know. It's how you two got together that leaves me in the dust."


"I'm getting to that." Gohan growled. The younger boy rolled his eyes and watched his mother carefully. She clung to Gohan, he noticed with displeasure. Close. Too close.


"As I healed, Bulma-" he ignored Trunks's growl, "helped me. I have a new arm, as you can see."


For one, it pissed Trunks off to high Heaven at the way Gohan said his mother's name. The way it rolled off the man's lips as if it were chocolate melting or some delicacy. It was how Trunks was supposed to say it. Him! Not Gohan! For two, the hard-on he had was starting to burn as he suppressed all thoughts of Bulma out of his head. He couldn't afford to zone out. Not now.


"And as she and I were isolated in here for so long ... we grew to know each other more.." he laced his fingers with Bulma's, "intimately."


"Intimately?" Trunks repeated, his voice was hollow. He realized that there was a chance they may actually love each other. He saw his mother smile at Gohan and knew from the look in her eyes that she cared deeply for this man. Not love but deep caring. Trunks looked at Gohan's eyes and saw as the man looked down at Bulma love was there.


No... This wasn't supposed to happen. He stepped back. Bulma and Gohan snapped out of their trance. She looked startled. "Trunks? Are you-" The words stayed on her lips as she saw her son run away from her. Gohan looked somewhat pleased yet frustrated. "Let him be."


Bulma stepped forward after him but was held back by Gohan's arms. "TRUNKS!"



As Trunks ran away, he heard his name being screamed. But he didn't turn back. He couldn't face the world now. Or even life.












So here he was, ready to take his life. Trunks touched his sword. It glittered, showing its compassion when no one else would. If only she had accepted him sooner. Heh, maybe she knew and didn't want to hurt him. Trunks closed his eyes against the tears. No.


He could've lived without being her lover. Just to dream about her and be close to her was enough. But now that Gohan, once his trusted friend and teacher, had chosen to poison his mother and taint her with his seed, Trunks couldn't bare to hear them at night. Going faster against each other, moaning each other's name, feeling one another so close and-


He snapped his head down and looked away.


He'd rather die than to hear that. To know that she wasn't his anymore. He had always thought of her as his, something he could protect and look after, even desire secretly (ignoring the fact that it was forbidden). Now she was Gohan's. And why?


Trunks slammed his fist into the wall next to him. Because he fuckin' was gone for five weeks and that's how long it took to form a 'relationship.'


He let out a bitter laugh. Kami really had it out for him. First he was her son, knowing he couldn't have her but now he was forced to know that his best friend was her lover. He threw his head back and laughed. And laughed. And laughed.


"Well, if I did know I would've stayed in the other dimension!" He laughed more but then he stopped. He looked down at his sword, it's silver reflection making him think. He looked at the small capsule case on the desk.


He came here whenever he became upset. When he first stumbled unto the little part of Capsule Corp, he was seven, confused at why the androids were attacking and why his mother was trying to fight them. No, back then he knew what she was doing. Trying help the people. Even then he was jealous that she loved Chikyuu-sei almost as much as him.


It was a nice, cool room, one that was near her lab, somewhere he could think. The old chair he sat in was one his mother used so her scent was always with him. He came here when he first had..the dreams. They were confusing to him at first. The dreams that would show him his mother naked as he had always seen her (yet never really cared to notice that) and.. he started to get the desire. The desire to touch her skin, just to feel it. Just to touch that creamy silk that everyone seemed to take for granted.


He didn't dare tell his mother. Or even Gohan. As they trained together and became comrades, he spoke not a word of these dreams. Somehow, he knew that Gohan would look at him in a different light if he knew. If anyone knew. And he'd be alone, without her, without her always, because then he would be taken away, away from her, his mommy, the only woman he loved and wanted to hold at night.


Trunks studied the case. He walked, dragging his sword behind him. He popped it open and stared.


Then a smile came on his face. Of course! Why didn't he think of it before? His smile turned into a smirk. Yes, yes! He pocketed the capsule and looked around the room, searching. "Paper, pen... Where is the Kami damned paper and pen?!"


He bent down and looked through the stacked papers on the desk. It was all a mess that his mother had left behind. Half-finished projects, scribbled blueprints that didn't make any sense. Things his deceased grandfather worked on yet never finished. Then he grasped a pen and randomly grabbed a printout sheet. He turned it on the back and wrote in his scribbly handwriting:


Dear Mother,

I couldn't help but hate him. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill myself. But I found an answer. I'm taking Hope with me.

Love always,

Trunks

p.s.
Don't try to stop me.



He licked his lips as he ran out of his place. And his life. If he couldn't have her here, he would have her elsewhere.


And he knew how.


His laugh echoed as through the night and the sky wept.






TBC..


Next chapter: He actually gets to the other dimension and creates major havoc. Can we spell, "TENSION"?