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Worlds
Apart
Pairings: Mirai Trunks/Gohan
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characters from Dragonball Z. They are the property
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Chapter
11: Shock
A
week passed before Videl
heard anything from Gohan, and when she did it was to discover that she was being served
divorce papers.
Carefully
looking over the twenty page document, tears
began to stream down her cheeks once she had finished
reading. Gohan had basically given her everything,
except her having a claim on his law firm, which was started before they were
married and had remained separate from their joint accounts and properties.
But
Videl didn’t care about any of that. All she wanted was to
reconcile with her husband and be a family again. She had called Chi-Chi a few
times to find out if Gohan had been there,
but her soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law had politely
informed her that Gohan hadn’t been seen or heard from for quite some time. Videl had even called Bulma, in the hopes of hearing some news, only to end up
speaking with the annoying pain in the ass, Vegeta. He’d
told her that Gohan had not made an appearance there at the Compound either, but that
if the brat did come by he’d make sure to
inform the young Son to call home. And then he had
hung up the phone without saying so much as good-bye
to her.
Putting the devastating document to one side, Videl began packing things for her and Pan. She wasn’t going to stay in
a house that was meant for a family. Her father had
offered up his home to his only daughter. He
didn’t mind having her and his grandchild living with him. His house was big
enough.
As Videl locked the door behind her,
all she could think about was that she had thirty days to respond to Gohan’s dissolution of marriage.
Thirty
days to get her husband back.
oOoOoOo
Things
had finally settled down at Capsule Corporation
after Mirai’s arrival
a few nights before, totting his four year son
with him. Everyone who met the little tyke swore it was like seeing Goku
or Gohan as a kid again, not realizing that the boy was Gohan’s
oldest son. And Mirai’s appearance was the
perfect excuse needed to throw another of the parties
that Bulma was so infamous for.
No
one knew of the divorce proceedings between Videl and
Gohan.
No
one knew that Gohan no longer lived with her.
Nor
did they know that Gohan and Mirai were mates, except for
Vegeta.
oOoOoOo
It
had seemed like ages had passed since all
the Z fighters had last gotten together.
Everyday life had kept all of them busy, and
they were very excited to hear what was going on with Goku and Vegeta’s life in
England. They always had a story
or two to share about the Headmaster or how Vegeta’s cousin, Severus, was
handling fatherhood with three kids.
One of the stories told was of their beautiful five month old daughter, Shingeta. She was as big a five year old, and was already walking without help and talking
in full complete sentences. In addition to that, Shingeta
was casting ki spheres. This had amazed all the
humans, but Vegeta had summed it up by saying
that Saiyans needed to grow and mature faster because they were sent on purging
missions as infants.
Mirai
nodded his head. He knew that Chibi was a lot older
in the mind for his age, but because of his human blood his physical
growth was slowed down tremendously, while his
baby sister, who was a full-blooded Saiyan, was growing at an alarming rate.
Having
put the children to bed at a respectable hour, the
party was in full swing by eight that evening.
Marron had taken a real liking to Chibi,
to Krillin and Mirai’s chagrin. Android 18 thought it
was cute and told the boys to leave them alone, but Mirai made sure that Marron and his son were rooms apart.
By
nine, Videl had shown up by herself. No one said
anything, or commented on how strange it was for her to attend the party without Gohan; and it was by a
stroke of luck that Mirai was still in the house putting his son to sleep.
Bulma handed the young female a beer and steered her towards the buffet tables, talking to her about work
and a new project that she was helping her father with.
At
nine-thirty, Gohan arrived with his friend, Spencer. He introduced the blond to
his family and friends, sitting down next to his dad and Vegeta.
And
that’s when the night got interesting…
oOoOoOo
Excusing
herself from her present company, Videl calmly walked
over to Gohan.
Roaring
laughter sounded around the patio area, where Goku was telling his son and
friends about what happened when Vegeta had got captured by an evil wizard
named Voldemort. The beginning of the story was a bit
somber and Goku had omitted a lot of the details
of his beloved mate’s entrapment. But when he told about how he, Gohan, and
Trunks (then later Vegeta) had went Oozaru and had
gone on a rampage, that’s when
everyone fell about laughing at their
antics.
“Um,
sorry to interrupt, but… Gohan, can I steal you away for just a minute?” Videl politely asked.
Not
wanting to cause a scene, he agreed. Rising from the bench, he turned and walked into the kitchen, continuing on down into the family room where
they could have some privacy.
Standing
for a while in an uncomfortable silence, Gohan sighed. “I’m here, Videl, what do you want?”
“How
have you been?”
“Fine,”
he hissed between clenched teeth. “If you dragged me in here to discuss my well
being, you could have asked out there,” Gohan said,
trying not to lose his temper. He had been edgy for a couple of days now, and it was catching up to him. The lack of
sleep, the constant yearning for his mate, and the daily sexual frustration was
physically tearing Gohan down—he was ready to lash out at anyone, given provocation.
Shaking
her head negatively, Videl ploughed on. “No, I’m
sorry. I hadn’t heard from you-”
“I
don’t want to give you the impression that our marriage can be saved, or that it’s fixable,” Gohan cut in, making sure that Videl
was not being deluded with the idea of them
getting back together—it was over between them,
and nothing short of him losing his mind was going to change that.
“How
can you say such a thing? After four years of marriage, you’re ready to throw
it away?” Videl argued, approaching Gohan slowly,
warily putting her arms about his neck.
Reaching
up to remove her hands, Gohan felt an abrupt drop in his stomach and an
explosive heat pooling in his groin, making him instantly
hard.
Being
in close proximity of Videl he tried to distance
himself, but it was too late, for she gave a
slight timid smile—she had felt his erection
pressing against her.
However,
in that instant, Gohan knew that it wasn’t Videl who was making his cock swell.
Gohan
knew Mirai was close by, and was equally
aroused.
oOoOoOo
Closing
the door to his room quietly, Mirai was
ready to mingle with his family and friends again.
He realized just
how much he’d missed them over the last four years,
including that jerk, Yamcha. His young mother dated the
former thief, but the man was still scared of the opposite sex. Mirai was so
glad that he didn’t have those types of problems. Women were attracted to him,
offered themselves to him, some even going as far as leaving their undergarments
in his desk drawers at work. Others would leave notes, wanting one night with
him. But in all honesty, Mirai wasn’t into females—they
had never really piqued his interest. Only one half-Saiyan male ever
had…
As
soon as he stepped outside into the unlit hallway, Mirai dropped to his knees, breathing heavily.
His
tail came about of its own accord, caressing his face in a sensual display of
intimacy. He groaned from the contact—He
couldn’t be in heat again, could he? But it
was summer… No, it was something else. He felt
as if an invisible cord were tugging him
towards something.
Struggling
to get to his feet, Mirai allowed himself to be guided downstairs to the family
room.
Beads
of sweat broke out across his forehead, and
he was feverish by the time he entered the expansive room. He didn’t quite know what he had expected to see,
but he was taken by complete surprise at the scene of the embracing couple.
oOoOoOo
Joining
their bodies together, Videl rubbed herself against
her husband’s budding member. She ached for Gohan to take her more often than
he did, the last time being when Pan was
conceived; after that, intercourse had ceased. Videl
had had a taste of what it was like to enjoy her husband’s manhood—she
remembered vividly how Gohan made that bitch of his scream in the throes of passion,
while she (a virgin) had traditionally
waited until she was married to part-take in the pleasures of the flesh. Videl at least could declare that she didn’t whore
around—could Mirai say the same, she wondered? He had
managed to lead Gohan astray.
But right
now, Mirai wasn’t here to disturb them.
Gohan was trembling with need, just as she was. Her clit throbbed in time with
her heartbeat—pulsing intermittently as her natural wetness leaked between her
legs, soaking her panties.
“Gohan,”
she whispered, guiding one of his hands to
her private spot.
“Let
go of me,” he said, removing his hand from Videl’s damp jeans.
The
feisty female fighter could not believe her ears; Gohan was rejecting her, when
it was very obvious that he was turned-on by her.
Then
they heard a gasp.
Both
turned to see Mirai standing just inside the doorway.
Videl smirked.
Mirai
sensed the lust radiating from both of them,
and silently thought that he had really bad
timing. Then, without saying a word, he about
faced and dashed out the front door.
Gohan
shoved Videl away from his body, preparing to go
after the lavender haired Saiyan.
“Don’t
do this, Gohan,” Videl challenged. “I am your wife!”
“And
Mirai is my mate. Regardless of our relationship, Videl,
Mirai comes first. And don’t think for one
minute that because you’re my wife that gives you any type of priority.”
“And what about Pan? She has the right to have her father in her life.
Mirai can’t give you children, Gohan,” Videl shouted.
The
young Son was not going to enlighten her about submissive Saiyan males being
able to conceive. It wasn’t any of her business anyway. Videl
should have realized that fact when Vegeta walked about with a round tummy.
“Pan
will understand once she’s older. I’m not about to let the one person I ever
loved slip through my fingers again,” Gohan replied.
Videl staggered backwards—that was a severe blow to her being a
woman. Gohan said that he loved another, and it was
a man.
“Well,
I guess that settles it then,” Videl said, running past
Gohan into the nearest bathroom.
“Videl,” Gohan called out to her as she slammed the door
closed. Loud muffled wailing could be heard on the other side.
“She’ll
get over it,” another voice said from behind him.
“Dad?”
“Why
didn’t you tell me about you and Mirai?” Goku asked. Vegeta had sent him inside,
stating that he felt Gohan, Videl, and Mirai’s anger
and their excitement. The prince wanted to stop a fight before it had an
opportunity to start.
“Shit…
Where do I start? We were having problems and Mirai kept running off. And I
thought for sure that after talked that we were alright, but…” Gohan sighed
deeply. “…I was wrong yet again; he still managed to get away from me.” A
semi-warm smile adorned Gohan’s features. “It was my
first time being with any one… Mirai’s too. We bonded the night before he
left.”
Goku’s
obsidian eyes lit up with joy hearing about his son’s mating; but the older
Saiyan knew that something was wrong. If his son and Mirai bonded, Mirai
shouldn’t have been able to leave.
“Vegeta
explained that Mirai didn’t complete the bond,” Gohan said with his head bowed
as his father moved aside his collar revealing smoothed unblemished skin. Mirai hadn’t
marked his son.
Pulling
his son into his arms, Goku hugged Gohan. The young half-Saiyan finally let go
of his emotions and cried, unaware of
another set of ears listening.
oOoOoOo
“I
should skin you alive, boy, for all this unnecessary fuckin’
chaos you are causing!”
“Not
now, Vegeta,” Mirai said to his father while leaning his head against the
surface of the cool wooden door, desperately
trying to hold back his tears after seeing his beloved in the arms of the woman
who had obviously won Gohan’s
heart after he had so rudely left him.
“If
not now, when? Are you going to keep running from your mate, or are you going to claim him like you should
have done four years ago? And tell him about his kid?”
“You
make it sound so easy, Vegeta.”
“It
is, just go in there and mark Kakarott’s brat and be done with it—kill two
birds with one stone,” Vegeta prompted.
Looking
at his father in confusion, Mirai didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
Vegeta huffed and crossed his arms over his chest in his familiar stance.
“You’re
hanging around that onna too much, boy. You’re in
heat…” Vegeta nearly growled, unfolding his arms
and latching on to Trunks’ shoulders
in a firm grip, hoping that he wouldn’t have to spell it out for his time
traveling son.
A
light bulb came on as Mirai suddenly understood.
Although there wasn’t a full moon, his body knew exactly what it needed.
“May
I suggest the cabin? Kakarott and I will
tend to your son,” Vegeta soft said, letting go of Trunks.
Shaking
his head negatively, Trunks replied, “No, it’s too far, we’ll never make it.”
“Kakarott
can take you there. Now get the hell out of here,” Vegeta said, and then left, walking into the house to
speak with his mate.
oOoOoOo
The
Saiyan prince whispered into Goku’s ear and three seconds later, Gohan found
himself standing in the mountain cabin that he had purchased years ago to spend
time with Mirai.
Soon
after Gohan was dumped there, the man of his
thoughts appeared, tumbling through the air to land
at his feet.
“Play
nice you two,” Goku said with a wide smile,
and then shimmered from sight.
Mirai
cautiously turned to face his mate. “Go-”
But
Mirai didn’t get to finish his sentence as Gohan seized him by the face,
kissing Mirai senseless. Moaning into the kiss, Mirai opened his mouth, inviting Gohan’s
tongue to venture in further.
Tails
waved about as the lilac colored one was fondled at the base.
Mirai
nearly came in his pants when Gohan touched his tail; four years was a long
time not being touched by another.
Separating
briefly for air, the younger of the two began pulling off the other’s clothing, as well as tugging
at his own apparel
until they were equally naked.
Both
half-Saiyans slowly moved to the plush rug in front of the unlit fireplace.
Kneeling, Gohan guided Mirai in front of him.
Neither
spoke for fear of breaking the spell they were weaving on each other. Rough
hands traveled along silky soft skin. Gohan mapped out every line, every curve,
and every muscle on his mate—reawakening the pleasure of his own body that had
been buried for four years.
Finding
erect nipples, Gohan twisted them, eliciting a strangled moan of brief pain from Mirai as he maneuvered him into a laying position on the rug beneath
them.
Gohan
replaced his mouth where his hands were tormenting the nubs of flesh, but the
torture didn’t end for Mirai’s sensitive pebbles. Gohan licked and nibbled,
alternating from one to the other before sliding down taut abs, stopping
momentarily to plunge his tongue into his love’s
navel. Then he continued southward, pausing
to inhale the musky scent that was unique to
Mirai alone.
Said
Saiyan was panting with need. His member twitched and bobbed—he wanted Gohan’s mouth there. Why
wasn’t Gohan moving to his penis? Couldn’t Gohan see that it needed attention too!
Exhaling,
Mirai got his wish as Gohan, taking hold of his ready cock
at the base with one hand and fondling his
balls with the other, began to suck him off
with that sinful mouth.
Rising
his hips, Mirai forced himself a bit deeper
inside Gohan’s
mouth. Salvia dribbled down the sides of Gohan’s lips, but he didn’t cease his up and down motion.
Running his free hand through the excess
spit, gathering it up, Gohan eased his index
finger in to Mirai’s tight back entrance.
Mirai
bent his legs to offer Gohan complete access. The
slender digit breeched the ring of muscle, soon to
be followed by another, and a third, until Gohan was pumping his hand in his mate’s anus with no trouble at all.
Gohan’s mouth released Mirai’s dick with one
last long deep suck. Then he pulled
Mirai towards him.
The
older half-Saiyan straddled his mate’s lap, easing down on top of Gohan’s erection until skin touched skin. Mirai wrapped his
arms around Gohan’s neck and,
bending to kiss him he said, “I love you, my
mate.”
Gohan
pushed his hips forward with a strong upward jerk,
and heard Mirai screaming out his name.
Another
thrust.
“Gohan!”
A harder thrust.
“Go-han!”
An even deeper thrust.
“Goo…haan! Ahh…ahh…ahh…ahhh…”
The
younger Saiyan’s piston
motion maintained a steady pace—Gohan felt on fire regardless of the coldness
inside the cabin. He continued until his penis throbbed
and his movements lost its rhythm. He gently took Mirai’s organ in his hand and
stroked it a few times. Creamy ropes of semen squirted into the air hitting
Gohan on his chest.
The
salty taste from Mirai’s ejaculation turned
Gohan on even further. His tail came about,
rubbing in the drying goo before the furry appendage wrapped around Mirai’s
wrist—signaling Gohan’s dominance.
Turning
his head to the left, Mirai exposed his throat.
Gohan drove himself as far as he could into his mate’s channel and shot his
seed deep into Mirai’s anal depths. Upon his
completion, Gohan bit down on top of his faded mark, renewing his claim.
This
time, Mirai didn’t ignore the call to mark his Dominate; he too bit Gohan at
the junction where his neck and shoulder blended together.
The
bond was completed.
Gohan
didn’t move, He was still hard, but his body was drained.
Mirai was content to stay where he was. He ass throbbed from the pounding it had just
taken, but he was quite sure that he would
definitely be up for another round in a moment or
two.
For
now though, the newly mated pair basked in
the after glow of their bonding, which had been long over due.
Gohan
still had Videl to deal with,
but she was at the bottom of the list of things to
see to. He wasn’t going to think about her, not after just claiming his
life-mate. In the morning the pair of them
would talk, and this time Mirai couldn’t run
away.
oOo TBC oOo
A/N:
How was that? Videl’s becoming a real pain in the
ass. Think she’ll get worse? And will Mirai tell Gohan about his son? Don’t
know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.
Nemesis
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