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The Mirai Trunks Complex	By : amaterasuqueen Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 6031 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mirai Trunks Complex

Chapter One
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, and even Bulma/Vegeta/Mirai Trunks! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm so evil, hehe.
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. He never died, so there. If you try to flame me or jack around with me that Trunks could've never gone to Super Saiya-jin without Gohan's death, I am simply going to call you a jackass and promptly repeat what I just said.

WARNING: If incest, rape, 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. An R fanfic.

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

The Mirai Trunks Complex

Prologue: Hope

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 cut himself fatally. 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, what he wanted to do was bad. 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. God played a joke on him and decided to make him her son.
Maybe he could've gone on being her son and lived without holding her the way he wanted to, but no. God was crueler to him for some reason than to anyother tragic figure in history.

Trunks looked away, breathing heavily. He had beaten the androids with Gohan, watched as he almost died. He remembered praying for the man to be alright. His only friend, his only confidante... the only person besides his mother he had trusted. Life was what he had wished for Gohan and recieved a cruel slap of betrayal in return.

Right now, he wished 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.
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"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 and felt Gohan's ki in there as well. Now what could he be doing there...? Wasn't he supposed to be in bed, recovering? His eyebrows furrowed together, feeling confused. He honestly had no idea what was going on. Maybe... he tried to find an excuse. Maybe... he was hungry! Of course! He nearly hit himself on the forehead. As Saiya-jins always are. But as he got closer, a faint scent caught his nose and sweat dripped down his cheek to his neck. He knew that smell.

As he walked silently to the kitchen, his heart pounded against his ribcage. He passed a picture framed on the wall. It was of him and his mother in front of the time machine he used only five weeks ago. His mother was smiling brightly and he was beside her, a hand over her shoulders in a hug. A son and mother hug to anyone else. It was all he could have. But he wouldn't be bitter. Maybe it was best that way; just to have her like that, so untainted and so pure...just like an angel.

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. Then 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, it was Trunks's job to kill him, he thought darkly. And he would too. But..it didn't make any sense to Trunks. Why would Gohan even be remotely interested in Bulma? Trunks shook his head, wondering where all of these absurb assumptions and thoughts were coming from. They were too far-fetched to be even real.

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 it were a ki punch to the stomach. Their sex was all over the floor, the counters ... he shook with bare disbelief. No..

He scowled and walked as silent 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!

She was screaming out his name the way Trunks had always fantasized she would say his.

NO!

He tore open the door, staring horrified at the position Gohan was in his mother. Immediately Gohan pulled away, straining for his pants, "Trunks-kun, I was-"

"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 Trunks's gaze roved over her body or the fact that she was naked; she just wanted to stop him before he did anything bad. Specifically hurt Gohan or himself.

Trunks's breath got in his throat. She was gorgeous. He felt himself hardening below and the temptation to touch her peach skin was almost out of his reach. Trunks could feel his breath heightening and 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 Trunks looked at Bulma. And the sudden tightening in his pants was a giveaway. Bulma remained oblivious. Or pretended to be. If the latter, Gohan thought she was a very good 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. It wasn't normal. In a way, though..he was jealous and allowed his anger to channel into his hatred.

"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..?"

"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 Gohan's at the man. "I mean, what's so great about him?" Jealousy took over.

Gohan widened his eyes and strangely looked hurt to Trunks before covering it up with even more hatred. "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 came out. Bulma widened her eyes as Gohan stood in front of her, straightening himself to intimidate the shorter boy.

Trunks snarled quietly, stepping up as a 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 unto Trunks's hand and shook his finger which had a small ki ball at the tip. "You're too slow, kid." He gave a smirk, feeling powerful.

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. Gohan sighed and 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," Gohan began. Trunks gave an agitated nod for him to continue.

"Yeah, this I know. It's how you two got together that leaves me in the dust." Gohan looked mildly offended by the boy's shortness before revealing a small amount of satisfaction, and continued on.

"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. Healed me. I have a new arm, as you can see." He flexed out the robotic arm, metallic and cold-looking. Wires and parts, partial covering over it all made Gohan look like a science fiction project.
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 me were isolated in here for so long ... we grew to know each other more.." he laced his fingers with Bulma's, "intimately." His eyes met Trunks and there was a desperate challenge in them, a begging for more objection. But why? Trunks wanted to scream. Why did you of all people betray me?! He could remember the first day he had opened up to this...'friend.' Then gradually let it out how he felt about his mother. And Gohan had accepted it. Had accepted him. I have no one to trust anymore, he thought bitterly, convinced the world was only of betrayal and people out to hurt you just for their own satisfaction.

"Intimately?" Trunks repeated, voice hollow was 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 adoration. Trunks looked at Gohan's eyes and saw as the man looked down a veil over his eyes. Maybe it was love, Trunks decided, since he had never seen that look before in Gohan's eyes.

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." I will see him later, he decided, and held Bulma, watching over his shoulder Trunks's small figure disappear.

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

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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 out his life. Trunks touched his sword. It glittered, showing its compassion when no one would. If only she 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 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 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.

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 his desires didn't just end at just pure love. If everyone knew. And he'd be alone, without her, without her always.

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 goddamned paper and pen?!"

He bent down and looked through the stacked papers on the desk. It was all a mess that his mother 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 where.

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