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The Cursed Idle Mind and Bloody Instinct	By : jaygoose Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Cursed Idle Mind and Bloody Instinct

Author’s Note: The spark is back. I feel it deep down. My baby lives. I love this fic so much. *grins* But it’s almost over kiddies. This is the second to the last chapter in this little fic o’ mine. I have been considered writing a sequel to this fic for sometime now. Its been an on again off again thing. What with me already having two other epically long fics going on. Let me know what you guys think. Seriously, though I love the idea of the boys together, if no one’s interested I won’t even bother. Now on to the fic. ~

Chapter Twelve (detonate)

He didn’t know his father. He’d always wanted to. But he had been forced to grow up without him there.

That had always sort of pissed him off.

And when the miracle of modern science occurred. The mysteries of time travel revealed to his mother and he, he’d finally gotten the chance to learn everything he could about the man. He’d memorized every detail no matter how ugly they were. His mother had warned him, told him not to expect too much, or anything at all. But he had believed, he really had. No man, no matter what or who they were was impenetrable.

He had believed.

Trunks had always known he wasn’t like his mother. Sure he had her hair, her eyes. But he didn’t… feel like she did. He wasn’t fragile or soft, small or clumsy. He was Saiyan, more then anything else.

It was when he began training with Gohan that he knew that for sure. He was like his father. He was sure of it. He didn’t care what his mother said, his father would understand him and he would understand his father. They were just alike. He’d known it. Always had. And no matter what, he would love and accept his father for everything that he was. No matter what…

But this… he had not counted on this. It was too much, even for him.

He’d figured it out easily from the way his mother had always spoke of his father, the little she had anyway. He knew he was the son that the prince didn’t want, the mistake. But he also knew that he was the boy that would do anything to get his father to care about him even just a little bit.

But… This wasn’t right… They were supposed to be alike. But… Trunks would never do a thing like this. Pride he understood. Strength, courage… (honor?)… all that he understood… But why?

He was with that monster. He’d chosen that… thing over his wife, his family, his home.

Trunks could feeling the burning behind eyes and shook his head trying to alleviate the pressure. Why couldn’t he have cared? What had he done wrong? Why did he have the bastard for a father and Gohan got the hero? What did he do wrong?!

It had to be his fault right? Him being here… he was the only thing that had been different this time. He’d ruined everything.

He watched as Vegeta and Goku struggled not far from where Gohan was trouncing the winged android. While his father was fighting viciously to get loose from the taller Saiyan’s grip he still took fervent glances in Cell and Gohan’s direction.

Gohan was winning his fight but unfortunately it seemed that the boy’s father would not. Trunks’s father’s ki was skyrocketing rapidly.

“Wha…what is he trying to do?!” He could hear Yamcha stammering somewhere behind him.

He had been successful in ignoring the previous statements about the mental condition of his father but this one had slipped through during his angstful contemplation. It was a sad thing, but Trunks actually feared the same thing that everyone else did. What if his father did manage to get free from Goku? What if he did stop Gohan from defeating Cell? His own father would be signing the planet’s as well as everyone on it… his own family’s death certificates.

A terrible thing for a man’s own son to have to worry about.

But he could stop him. He could fix it. He sat by and let his father endanger them all before. Never again.

“He’s picked the monster over me.” Trunks thought. “Why doesn’t he care?”

He could stop him. He was strong enough now. There was still time. Still a chance to.

“What did I do, father?!” He started. “What did I do wrong?!”

His father wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

“I’m not like him… I will never be.”

Gohan’s ear had twitched slightly at the sound of Trunks’s screaming demand for an answer but Cell hadn’t let up his assault leaving him to only guess at the look on the other demi Saiyan’s face. But Goku had made the mistake of letting himself be distracted. The most sickening of the matter was that Vegeta had not and he used the other Saiyan’s momentary lapse in concentration against him and broke free. His ki rocketing up to that of an ascended Super Saiyan without so much as a thought. A level that was not actually that much of a threat to the senzu healed Son Goku but enough to knock him back in his stunned state.

But Vegeta now had his opportunity and was off before Goku knew it.

“Vegeta!” The spiky haired man yelled to the blurring form of the prince.

It was that moment that the lavender haired teen’s anger grew beyond his control. In an incinerating blast of golden light he immediately topped out to his maximum power level and shot off to put an end to his father’s foolishness.

“Father!” He roared and he collided with older man and the two of them went barreling into the ground. Kicking up a storm of dust and rocks.

The ground tore and caved in beneath them, their auras pushing and clashing against one another. The vision of his father was blurring before his eyes, but the anger, raw and all consuming, was winning out against the hurt. He would not cry for this man. He didn’t deserve it.

“Stupid boy! Let go of me!”

“No.” Trunks growled through clinched teeth.

“I am not asking!” Vegeta roared and uses a sudden flare of his ki to send the two of them toppling over once again.

“I will stop you, father. Even if I have to kill you, I will!” the boy snarled.

The youth’s eyes were as hard as steel. There was nothing soft there. Not like before. Vegeta knew the boy would not bend. It was a shame. The boy had shown so much promise. He’d have to kill him now. He was in his way.

“You worthless…”

Before the prince could get the words out, he and Trunks felt the drastic rise of Gohan power and turned just in time to see the devastating kick the boy had planted to the jaw of the hulking, snarling android. Vegeta instantly stopped his thrashing. Trunks looked down at the man in his grip, the prince’s pupils were pin pricks, the color in his face fading rapidly.

“Fa…father?”

“No…” It was a breathless, bare whisper. “No!” The prince wailed, thrashing and kicking like an unruly child. “Let me up! Let me up!”

~oo0oo~

It hurt. Gods it hurt!

The searing pain was slowly fading into a sagging numbness. And he knew is mouth was hanging open like an oxygen-starved fish. But he couldn’t help it. This entire situation had spun completely out of his control.

Gods it fucking hurt!

And his pride had nothing to do with it. He didn’t have pride. The good Doctor had made sure of that. He could not have his perfect creation letting something as foolish as pride get in the way of what he had to do. But he had not counted on the fear. Who would have? Androids don’t feel fear.

Something… Something was happening. The tight rollicking riot in his stomach was getting worse. He was sweating profusely, his mouth watering uncontrollably. The fucking boy…

“Wha… what have you done to me?!”

Cell doubled over, one arm clutching at his middle the other holding his hand to his mouth in vain. He could feel it leaving him. Slipping away from each layer of his skin. Retreating back inside to something…

“No.”

“No!”

Their screams of denial had been simultaneous. He could hear his mate’s tortured wail even over his own. He was so weak… it was leaving him. What had that blasted boy done to him?!

The pressure grew worse, he could taste the bile on his tongue, something much too big pushing it way up and out of him. It ended with a gush of fluid and a sickening thump.

And there she was. He’d lost her. It was lost to him now. The blasted brat had just cost him everything…

Perfection was lost.

“Is that… Is that Eighteen?” Krillin meeped.

Dimmed crimson orbs stared down, unblinkingly at the form of Android 18 lying on the ground right in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Even though the boy was right there. It didn’t matter… It was gone… all gone.

A wretched wail ripped it way up through his ruined throat.

And then the fear returned along with the pain. Unspeakable pain…

“He’s… reverting back to his Imperfect form!” Piccolo informed everyone.

This wasn’t happening. All this time wasted because of some miserable Saiyan mutt.

His body twisted and throbbed. His muscles growing too large and cumbersome, his tail lengthening and protruding form him back. His skin darkened from chalk white to putrid green all in the matter of moments. He was now forced back into his secondary form. Doomed to draw only on the life energy of the all the people he’d absorbed and the lone Android 17.

He was relegated to this flawed existence. He would not let it end this way. But what could he do now?

He could feel them all watching them waiting to see what he would do now. Vegeta… he knew that the fear the prince was currently suffering through was his own. But the way he was looking at him. He could see the prince’s utter disgust with him. His heart sunk… a flash of disappointment he could not hide in time slithered through. It didn’t matter now. He couldn’t be bothered to worry about that a the moment.

The half-breed was looking at him. A self-satisfied smirk on his young face.

“Heh… figures.” Gohan scoffed. “I guess that’s it for you then.”

“No… I… won’t…” he grimaced at the sound of his own voice, garbled and hoarse as it was. “I won’t accept this!!!”

“Oh but you will.” The boy smiled menacingly and stepped towards him.

“No, you stay away from me! You… you monster!”

The smile grew on Gohan’s face. “Look who’s talking.”

~oo0oo~

It all had happened so quickly. One minute he was being pinned to the ground by his idiot future son and screaming at the top of his lungs in fear… fear the suspiciously didn’t feel like it belonged to him, but real fear just the same. The next, he was sitting Indiana style on the dusty ground staring at Kakarot and his crew of cronies, staring at Gohan who was staring at his mate. His mate, who now happed to be the size of a small planet was chuckling about how he was going to blow up the entire planet because he was pissed that that little bastard of Kakarot’s had handed him his ass.

*Sigh*

It was great that he was feeling a little bit more like himself because now he could really appreciate the ridiculousness of the situation.

The bond was going to be the death of him… literally. Maybe it was for the best. So Vegeta just sat there and waited.

He just sat there and watched as Gohan cried like some sort of wounded animal when he’d realized that he’d fucked up and let the android get the upper hand. He just sat there and watched when Kakarot had stepped in and saved his son along with the rest of the planet. He just sat there and watched when the third class idiot of a Saiyan disappeared into thin air with his mate. He just sat there… and said absolutely nothing when his rival and his bonded mated disappeared leaving him behind to have to deal with the annoying screams and cries of the people left behind.

He should have been pissed right? He should have been sad, right? He should have felt… something… at least. Right?

This was certainly anti climatic.

The prince just stood up in the sand and watched in a sort of detached interest as the little bald monk finally released the death grip he had on the girl android and walked over to the crumpled form of Kakarot’s brat who was bawling his little eyes out. If he remembered correctly, which he usually did, the little half-breed should be used to his father dying on him by now.

He turned from the sickening display of emotion with a look of distain. Though, it was odd that he himself didn’t quite feel… anything. This mate was dead; at least he thought so. He should feel something. Not that he would let everyone else know he did, but…

He could feel eyes burrowing into the back of his head and turned around to the angry face of his son. The blue eyes were just screaming: “This is all you fault!”

Of course it wasn’t. It was that stupid android’s fault.

His… stupid android’s fault.

“Stupid boy, if you would have just let me stop him, this wouldn’t have happened.” Vegeta growled at the boy.

Trunks’s eyes widened in disbelief.

But before the boy could retaliate, something started. The air around them all began to churn, the sky darkened and then…

“Th… That ki…” Vegeta muttered in a state of shock.

“It can’t be!” The lavender haired youth yelled.

It was the last thing the boy got out before the energy beam tore through his chest, sending an arch of blood and shards of armor flying. Trunks was thrown to the ground with a violent thump. Then that voice, he knew that voice anywhere.

“Who did I hit?” The accent was back. That accent he had grown so found of. “Ah Trunks…”

Vegeta didn’t even try to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His mate was back, in all his perfect glory. He should be happy… right? He was… Elated actually.

But why did it feel so… wrong.

(to be continued…)
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