Of Sex and Saiyans: Part one

Chapter Two

He hung up the phone, collapsing with relief into a chair. He rubbed his forehead, still grinning. If he’d missed that presentation…well…Capsule Corp may have suffered some quite serious losses. He tugged at the tie around his neck, glancing at the open office door and scattered papers.

“Moving up in the world, little me?”

Trunks whipped his head around to the doorway, taking in the smirking figure leaning casually against the frame.

“Mirai! When did you get here? Are you staying for long? Is everything Ok? Why did you come? More androids?”

Mirai grinned, unfolding his arms as his mirror image ran to hug him.

“Whoa! One question at a time!”

Trunks grinned, stepping back and gesturing to the chairs. Mirai smiled broadly at him and seated himself at the table.

“First of all, I only just arrived. Thought I’d come and see how you’re doing first, then check up on everyone else. It looks like your doing OK for yourself.” He grinned wryly, gesturing to the suit Trunks was wearing. Trunks looked down.

What…oh this? Yeah well it’s kinda mandatory when you run a company.”

Mirai frowned and suddenly looked worried.
“What happened to your mother? Is she Ok? Why isn’t she running it? Where is she?”

Trunks did a double take. “Now who’s asking all the questions!” He laughed “She’s fine but…that’s right! You don’t know yet do you?”

Mirai looked wary.

“Don’t know what?”

“Mom’s a Saiyan now!”

Mirai’s eyes widened.

“What?!”

“Ah…it’s a long story…although it\'s kind of short…Mom got healed with Saiyan DNA in a regen tank…now she’s a Saiyan” He shook his head at Mirai’s questioning gaze. “Don’t ask how it happened…no-one’s been able to figure it out yet. Not even mom. Not that she’s trying that hard to find out…” He trailed off.

Mirai frowned.

“What do you mean?”

Trunks sighed, drawing patterns on the tablecloth with his finger.

“I’ve had to look after Capsule Corp while she’s ‘adjusting’ and I mean, I like helping out and all but I think she’s planning to make me the CEO and hand the company over…it’s just too much for me to handle! I’ve asked Goten and Gohan to come over later to help me but, I mean, Kami I can’t do all this work by myself!” Trunks brought his fist down, none to gently, on the table.

Mirai leaned forward and placed a comforting hand on his wrist.

“If you like I can help out now as well…”

Trunks looked at him.

“But what about your timeline…won’t you want to go back soon?”

Mirai sighed heavily, running a hand through his lavender hair.

“Well…that’s kinda the reason why I’m here now…”

Trunks looked confused.

“…There’s no point going back…mom…mom…died a couple of weeks ago.” He glanced up at his other self. “So I kinda thought I might be able to come back here to live.” He paused “If you’ll have me!”

Trunks looked surprised, reaching out a hand to rub Mirai’s shoulder.

“Of course we’ll have you! Everyone will be so happy you’re here to stay! I’m really sorry about your mom. I hope she happier to be with Vegeta again.” He glanced up at his future self “But if you were serious about helping me out that would make my day…hell…it’d make my year!” He laughed, Mirai joining in.

There was a noise at the door and they both turned to look, Mirai giving a welcoming grin, cerulean eyes sparkling.

Gohan stood there, motionless, mouth open as his younger brother pushed past him into the room, shouting and running to hug Mirai.

‘It’s him…Kami it’s really him’

Gohan realized he was staring and quickly coughed to cover it up.

“Uh…hey! How’s it going Mirai?”

Mirai grinned and fended off Goten who was asking questions at a hundred miles an hour. He shoved him off his lap and turned back to look at Gohan.

“Fine! How are you? Haven’t seen you in a while!”

Gohan laughed and rubbed his head in a typical Son gesture.

“Yeah it’s been like…what…how many years?”

Mirai eyed him, up and down, grinning.

“Too many…”

Gohan hid a blush and turned to Trunks who was laughing with Goten.

“So…Trunks…What did you want us to do…?”

Trunks slapped at Goten’s hands as the snuck out into the table cloth, going for the fruitbowl.

“I’ll feed you after, chibi…” He looked at Gohan then down at his suit “I’m going to go get changed then we can start, ne?” He said, rubbing his hands together.

Gohan nodded and seated himself at the table as Trunks went upstairs.

“So are you staying for long?” He asked Mirai.

Mirai nodded.

“For good this time…”

Gohan’s heart leapt and he tried to keep a neutral face and not jump around the room screaming. He’d developed a massive crush on the older teen when he had been here last time and cried, brokenheartedly, when he’d left, probably never to come back. Eventually Gohan had moved on but the lavender-haired teen still featured prominently in his deepest fantasies. He tilted his head back slightly, remembering a recent one. He started and snapped out of it, realizing he hadn’t said anything. He looked at Mirai’s questioning gaze.

“Hmm…?”

Mirai laughed.

“Still the same old Gohan…pretty little head off in the clouds!”

Gohan reddened deeply at the comment.

‘Kami Gohan! One little comment like that and you’re blushing like a school boy!’

“I asked you where you were living now…” Mirai repeated, grinning

“Oh…me and Goten have a place over in West Capital…Bulma bought a block of land and just gave us a capsule house.” He thought for a second. “Hey! Do you have anywhere to live yet?”

Mirai shook his head.

“Cause our place is pretty huge…you could just about have your own wing if you like! Or you can live up the same end as me and Goten.”

Mirai smiled thankfully.

“I’d like that, Gohan. A lot.” He reached out and squeezed Gohan’s hand firmly.

Gohan returned his smile, mentally congratulating himself on getting his object of passion to become a permanent fixture in his household. He realized that Mirai hadn’t let go of his hand yet and felt a rush of heat to his groin, matching the warmth he felt off the others fingers. He brought his eyes up and locked gazes with Mirai, reflecting the desire he saw in them. He started to lean forward…

“OK! I’m changed! Lets start-“ Trunks broke off as he came into the kitchen, instantly catching the tension between the two. He frowned, confused, then smiled and shrugged. They would sort it out themselves, although he was pretty sure that Mirai was straight.

‘Hmmm…have to ask about that’ He mused.

He clapped his hands, startling Goten who was staring at his brother’s suddenly red face.

“Let’s get to it!

They started to get up from the table, pausing as a giggle erupted from outside. Bulma sauntered in, tail waving behind her, followed by Vegeta. Everyone froze, eyes glazing over, as a musky scent filled the room, while Bulma strolled over to the sink to get a glass of water. Vegeta stood by the door, arms crossed smirking as her spoke to her telepathically. Bulma sniggered, holding the glass up to her lips. There was a pause and Vegeta laughed by the door. Bulma put the glass down and walked back to him and they strolled back out the door to the GR.

Mirai shook his head, trying to clear it. Everyone else was waking up, blinking and clearing their throats.

“Uh…what happened? My head went all weird” He asked

“Mom’s kinda…going into heat” Trunks explained, eyes downcast. “I’m gonna have to find somewhere else to live soon…Dad said that it’s just Saiyan instinct, reaction to her scent…”

Gohan smiled and clapped him on the back.

“You could always come and live with all of us…!”

Trunks frowned.

“Us?”

Gohan grinned.

“Yeah…me, Goten and Mirai. That’s if you want to of course…!”

Trunks returned his smile.

“I never even thought of that! It’d be great! I’ll still have to stay here for a while but I can move in about a few weeks or so”

Goten jumped up, giving a victory sign.

“Yay! Another house-warming! Alcohol!

Everyone groaned.


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