Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Moon Travelers ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

The Moon Travelers

Chapter Four

// He can't remember a time
When he felt needed
If love was red then he was color-blind
All his friends they've been tried for treason
And crimes that were never defined
He's saying
Love is like a barren place
And reaching out for human faith
Is like a journey I just don't have a map for
So baby gonna take a dive and push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that he's hanging all his hopes on the stars
(What a pleasant dream) just saying //


I stirred slowly, momentarily confused until the memories of the day's earlier events rushed back to me. A soft grin toying with my lips, I opened my eyes to gaze at my lover.

Lover. I suppressed the grin even more, fighting back a laugh so not to wake him.

Trunks was sleeping, a relaxed smile gracing his wonderful lips. His ample firm lips that had held both tender gentleness and hard fierce passion when they had been pressed to mine only a little while ago.

Careful not to disturb him, I stayed still as I was content to watch the slow, regular rise and fall of his chest as he dreamed.

It was only then that I was aware of the slightly uncomfortable feeling in my lower form. I squirmed slightly, not wanting to disturb Trunks, but wanting to get rid of the sore throbbing that steadily grew stronger.

My efforts were in vain, however, as my fidgeting quickly woke my bedmate.

Stirring slowly, his eyelids opened to reveal sleep-glazed blue.

"Goten?" My name was accompanied by a luxurious stretch, the bedspread slipping slightly to reveal attractive flesh. I quickly focused my eyes onto his smile.

I /did/ need to go to the university today, after all.

"Yes Trunks?" I replied innocently, unable to keep the goofy grin off my face.

"You are a really good kisser. For /straight/ guy, that is." His tone was teasing as he reached out with one muscled arm to draw me back towards him.

"You're a pretty good kisser yourself," I tossed back. "For a guy, that is." Trunks smirked devilishly.

"I can do better," was his boastful response. I raised an eyebrow, grinning more than slightly wickedly back.

"Oh really?"

"Really," Trunks assured me, and proceeded to prove it and help me momentarily forget about my aching.


Curled up against Trunks's broad chest, I sleepily yawned.

"Looks like neither of us got any beauty sleep," I declared, smiling as I rested my cheek against his warm shoulder. Trunks chuckled and my entire frame moved in tune to his laughter.

"That seems to be true," he admitted. My cheek still on his right shoulder, I peered at the clock. 7:46 AM. Luckily, my class was at three o'clock in the afternoon today. I only taught eight classes of Japanese mythology. Once a day, and two classes three days a week, varying on the times during the week. Of course, each class held at least fifty students, so I had over four hundred students. When it was time for exams, that was a lot of reading. Which was why I gave the ten page essays so rarely. Doing so meant I had to read four thousand pages, which was never fun.

"What time are your classes?" Trunks questioned, jerking me from my thoughts. I moved my cheek from his shoulder to peer into his face, smiling. When I told him that I only had one at three, he grinned smugly.

"Excellent," he commented, giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead. I sighed softly at the sensation. Even that one press of his lips upon my brow was enough to make me hunger for more.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him, realizing that we weren't going to get out of bed otherwise. Trunks cocked his head to the side, looking thoughtful.

"A little," he admitted with a grin. "But not very. Why, are you?"

"No. Just making sure you weren't." My lavender-haired lover smirked widely.

"How sweet," he mildly teased, planting an additional kiss on my forehead, his warm, gentle fingers massaging my skin as he brushed some stray locks of hair away from my eyes. I smiled at the tender and soft touch, and wrapped my arms around his neck, finding irresistible the feel of flesh against flesh. Especially mine against Trunks's.

"Tell me when you're hungry. I'll make waffles." Trunks snorted with amusement.

"The last time you made waffles, my dear professor, is when we were in seventh grade, and afterwards your mother banned us from even being in the kitchen when she was cooking. Have you really improved that much?"

"It'll be the stuff in a box kind. Not made from scratch," I informed him, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

"Good. I have no intention of dying today," he teased, and I grinned.

"I wasn't that bad at cooking, Trunks." Trunks raised an eyebrow, and I added reluctantly, "Well, I'm not anymore, that is. And only a couple mice died last time. And that's because they nibbled our waffles and ruined them!"

"Luckily," Trunks muttered, and I playfully kicked him in the shin. To which he kicked me back, and it quickly evolved into a pretend wrestling fight that concluded with me pinned underneath him, laughing into his face.

"What's so funny?" he mock-growled at me, trying to look angry but only looking amused. I chuckled.

"The only reason why you won is because I haven't sparred in at least seven years." Trunks raised an eyebrow, a smile playing with his lips.

"Of course. You're a professor. Why should a professor spar? Especially since everyone's in Japan." I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe we could spar sometime," he suggested, the glint in his eyes suggesting that there'd be more than just a match.

"If you want to." The instinct to smile back when he did was undeniable, and I felt my lips curve in a happy grin.

Trunks didn't move from above me, as I thought he was going to. Instead, one of his evil smiles formed on his face, and his azure eyes lit up. I sighed, only slightly annoyed. By now, I knew what that look meant.

"Trunks-" I began, but then his lips were on mine, pressing hard with passion, claiming me. My arms, which had been eagle spread from the wrestling, moved forward to encircle his form and bring him down on me. He eagerly complied, and the rest of the morning was spent in desire beneath the sweat-soaked sheets.


"How about I make you breakfast?" Trunks suggested, lifting his hand to gently brush a sweaty lock out of my face. I grinned, noticing it was afternoon.

"A little late for that, Trunks. How about lunch instead?" He smiled.

"I can do that," he agreed, at last getting out of the bed and leaving me oddly wistful. My eyes indiscreetly followed him as he pulled on his clothes, studying him from behind dark lashes. Turning, he caught my gaze before I could look away. As I flushed, he chuckled in amusement.

"Haven't you gotten bored of me yet?" he mildly teased. The words were out before I could stop them.

"I'll never get tired of you." Trunks threw back his head and roared with laughter. Against my will, more blood rushed to my face, turning it a dark crimson.

"Well, I won't!" I declared, crossing my arms and attempting to pout. Trunks's laughter subsided, but he was still grinning broadly.

"Red suits you, Chibi," were the only words he spoke, and then he was out of the room before I could say a word. A few seconds after the door shut with a quiet click, my indignant yell followed him.

"Don't call me that!" He didn't bother replying, and I shook my head as I pulled on my official uniform, as professors were required to wear them to the university.

Cursing at the cumbersome tie (I had never quite gotten the knack of tying the damn things) as it finally looked all right, I headed out towards the kitchen, where Trunks awaited me.

"Took you long enough," he commented teasingly, already seated at the table and devouring his own meal.

"What's the use of ties anyway?" I replied, sliding into the chair across from him. He smirked, shrugging his broad shoulders.

"Just one of the reasons I didn't want to be President."

"An extremely good reason indeed." Watching him smile faintly, I dug into the large bowl of soup with vigor. Yum... It was chicken and noodles, my favorite. To tell the truth, all food was my favorite. Except perhaps spinach...

"Chibi, close your mouth," Trunks abruptly said, jerking me from my thoughts. I blinked at him before snapping back to reality.

"Sorry," I said, once more blushing, "I'm not used to visitors. And don't call me Chibi!" He chuckled and didn't reply, draining his coffee mug with a long swallow. I raised an eyebrow.

"Chicken soup and coffee?"

"Hey, that's all you have in your cupboards." My eyes widened.

"Really?" When he nodded, I leapt from my chair and dashed to the refrigerator. Sure enough, there was no food in the food container at all. "Damn. Guess I need to go to the store. I will on the way home from work."

"I'll get the groceries." I turned to face him, raising an eyebrow for the second time in a short time.

"Do you even know where the store is?" I questioned dryly. Trunks smirked, as usual.

"I know where your university is, where your store is, hell even where you bought your car. By the way, that thing is a piece of junk."

"It is not!" I denied, defending my car's honor. So what if it was almost ten years old. It could still run- usually. Well, sometimes I had to fly to work, but that was beside the point.

"Is too," Trunks countered. "You can use my bike. I know you know how to ride her." I choked on the coffee I had just swallowed.

"Her?" I gasped out. "I thought you only gave feminine characteristics to ships."

"No, you call cars and bikes girls too," said Trunks, sounding slightly amused at my ignorance. "Her name is Seele."

"Isn't seele German for soul?" He nodded, this time looking pleased at my knowledge. "And I haven't ridden a motorcycle for nearly ten years. Not since we got arrested that time." Trunks rolled his eyes.

"I still say the officer punched me first," he mumbled, not meeting my eyes. I grinned mischievously.

"But only because you insulted his mother."

"How was I supposed to know she really was fat?" Trunks demanded defensively, and then grinned at his words. "And he was a bastard anyway. No one hits me and gets away with it."

"Yeah, he was," I agreed, falling back into memories.

. . .

"You know, this is all your fault," I commented, surveying the blazing inferno. Trunks cocked an eyebrow towards me, looking innocent.

"How so?" At his innocent tone, I snorted.

"You're the one who stole the fucking motorcycle!"

"You're the one who crashed it," he quickly countered.

"Because you distracted me!" Trunks couldn't hide his smirk, and I halfheartedly punched him as a policeman stalked up to us.

"Are you Briefs Trunks and Son Goten?" We both nodded. "I'm going to have to ask you both to lay down on the ground." Trunks and I exchanged looks.

"Why?" Trunks questioned. "Do you want to feel us up or something?" Against my better judgment I snickered as the cop's eyes narrowed.

"You both are under arrest. I suggest you comply with my orders, boy." That froze Trunks's smirk. No one but his father called him 'boy' and got away with it.

"If you want to exchange insults, /sir/, then let me warn you that I am an expert at them," he said coldly. At the police officer's snort, he continued in a low, amused tone, but I saw the evil gleam in his eyes. "How old are you?" The officer was taken aback and then scowled, his hand drifting towards the black stick that all police carried.

"That's none of your business, boy!" he snapped.

"Trunks-" I began, then sighed as he ignored me, his eyes on the policeman.

"I bet you still live with your mother. I'm guessing you're twenty-five, thirty? What a joke. And I'll wager that your mother's fat too. As fat as a cow." The police officer's eyes narrowed and he yanked the black stick from its holder. At that, the passenger door to the police car opened and another man, looking old enough to be my grandfather, stepped out. Against the inferno's flames, I could tell he was scowling.

"Horoni!" the older officer called. "Do you need assistance?" Horoni continued to glare at Trunks and didn't reply for a long moment. At last, he did, his voice quite calm.

"If you have anything that would teach these two some manners, it would be greatly appreciated." I blinked.

"I didn't do anything!" I protested, and cringed slightly as Horoni turned his dark gaze to glower at me.

"I have told you both to assume the position. Now do it!" His voice rose slightly, and immediately his partner started towards us.

"And besides you were the one driving the bike, Son!" Trunks reminded me. I frowned at him.

"You're the one who distracted me!" I griped once more. Rolling his eyes, he returned his attention to Horoni.

"I bet your mom /is/ fat. Even fatter than a cow-" Horoni dropped his stick and punched Trunks across the face. The half Saiya-jinn didn't even blink, and smirked.

"Pathetic human," he commented, sounding almost frighteningly like Vegeta.

"Trunks-" I sighed as Trunks sent the officer flying. Watching the two hurl punches at each other and Trunks easily beating the shit out of the older man, I turned to flash a weary smile towards the other officer, who had bolted over.

"Do you want me to separate them?"

"Yes," he said, watching as my best friend threw Horoni dangerously near the roaring inferno that had once been a really nice motorcycle. The fire illuminated his dark green eyes as he half-smiled at me. "But afterwards, I have to arrest you." I blinked at him, and then shrugged without much anger. Mom would be furious enough for the both of us.

"Fine by me. But you really should teach that Horoni guy how to control his temper. If Trunks wanted to, he could kill him."

"Believe me, we will," sighed the older man, and I headed off to save Horoni.

. . .

"Whatever happened to him?" I wondered aloud, causing another evil smile to form on my lover's face.

"Horoni was fired after only being an officer for three months. After spending a couple months in a hospital, he moved out of the country to become a fireman or something like that. His partner, Herrlich, was kept on the force, since he hadn't done anything. Last I heard he was still a police officer." I nodded.

We had spent the night in jail, although an unpleasant experience. Various women and men had hit on me, much to Trunks's amusement. Of course, then they had ganged up on him, and it had been my turn to laugh. We had been royally yelled at by our mothers, though both Vegeta and Goku had been amused. As soon as we had managed to get back to college, Marron was there to yell at us. We had had to perform numerous community service shit, mostly due to the help of Bulma's wonderful lawyers, and Trunks had paid off the man whose bike we had stolen. Yes, that had been an enormous scandal back then. But then Trunks had disappeared. That had been the biggest scandal of the decade...

"So, you can borrow Seele." I blinked, realizing I had been staring at my soup bowl for quite some time.

"Sure, thanks."

"And try not to crash it." I looked up, giving him the evil eye.

He only laughed.


"What's so interesting about my study?" I questioned, enjoying my position in his lap. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his breath warm on my ear as he spoke.

"Well, it has a couch for one." I smiled, raising one hand to brush his hair out of his face. He made a face at the babying motion, but I grinned. After all, he had done the same thing numerous times for me.

"So, what did you do in those eight years? Besides learn English, I mean," I stated curiously. Trunks stiffened slightly, and I raised an eyebrow at the tension in his frame.

"Nothing important," he said at last. I snorted.

"Bullshit," I declared. "What kind of jobs did you do? C'mon..."

"Nothing," he repeated firmly, and then suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, drawing me in even closer. His lips, soft velvet, caressed my jaw as they pressed down with passion.

"No fair!" I protested even as I leaned into the kisses. "You're changing the subject- Hey-" His fingers did there magic as my protests died quickly. I knew he was smirking even without seeing his face.

"You've stopped objecting, haven't you?" he murmured as his lips tracked their way down my neck. And indeed I had.


Dressed in another suit (Trunks had tied the tie for me), I jokingly saluted him.

"I'll get the groceries," I informed him. "I don't trust you with my car. You'd probably blast it to hell." His only response was a sheepish grin.

"All right," he said, leaning forward and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Have fun at the university and try not to scar any of them /too/ badly." I impishly stuck my tongue out at him, which he laughingly returned.

Slipping on Trunks's helmet, which was a pale blue that almost matched his eyes, I smirked at him. Of course, nothing could match that exact, perfect hue.

"Try not to destroy the car or the house while I'm gone," I admonished. He looked crestfallen as I shut the visor.

"Fine..." His jokingly rebellious grumble brought an even bigger grin to my face.

"Bye, Trunks!" I said and kicked up the brake, starting the motorcycle- Seele- with a rumbling roar. With a jerk forward I was off, speeding down the dirt road and leaving a huge dust cloud behind me.

"Bye, Chibi!" was the last thing I heard as I rounded the bend and headed off to work. Stifling my protests with a bite of my lip, I decided that I could wait until later to get him to cease calling me that ridiculous nickname. This time it was /my/ lips that formed an evil smirk. And I knew just the way to do it too...

Soon, very soon, Trunks would have our positions reversed. Maybe I'd even manage to find out what exactly he'd been doing for the last couple of years...


To be continued...