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Worlds Apart
Pairings: Mirai Trunks/Gohan
Disclaimer: I do know own any characters from Dragonball Z.
They are the property of Toei Animation,
Pony
Canyon, FUNimation Entertainment, and creator
Akira Toriyama. I make no money from the writing of the story.
W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male
relationships. I’m letting you know now what the relationships WILL
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Thoughts
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Summary: A side-story to Can
They Make A Difference? Interlude 3: Worlds Apart. Gohan and Mirai have a
history together that only Vegeta knew about. They have a fight and Mirai
returns to his own time, not resolving where they stand. When Mirai returns,
Gohan gets himself together to take the plunge. But Mirai leaves yet again.
What does Gohan do when Mirai returns for good with someone? And how does Gohan
explain that he’s now married with a child?
oOoOoOo
Chapter 2: So, we meet again
The first lesson Trunks learned was to never
interrupt his father while he was inside the gravity room. The next lesson was
that he better have a good damn reason for interrupting in the first place.
“Boy! What did I tell you about barging in here
while I’m training?!” Vegeta barked out, not
looking down. He floated in mid-air after shooting straight up to the high
domed ceiling before catching himself from plunging to the floor in his now
regular gravity environment. He recognized from the sudden shift in gravity
that it was his son barging in on him, again.
“Sorry, but you know, Vegeta, I couldn’t resist.”
Dark menacing eyes looked down at the person. His features
softened a bit at the sight of his adult
son.
“Well, well. What brings you back here?”
“I needed a sparring partner. Care for a round?”
Vegeta landed with a gentle tap of his boots not
far away from Trunks. “I wish that I could, but Kakarott would have my tail.”
“Why? You two are not fighting still are you? I
thought that you and he put your differences aside, Vegeta.”
“We have, boy,” Vegeta hissed. He was going to yell
but thought better of it.
He’d already got
screamed at by that woman for not getting enough rest and needing to take it easy. Then Kakarott was on his case
about pushing himself, and telling him not to over do it. And if that wasn’t
enough, Kakarott’s banshee of a wife was jumping on his back about training too
hard, and had lowered
the gravity weight—daring him to raise it back up again.
“So what’s the problem?” Trunks asked, still not understanding why they couldn’t get in
a good work out before the whole gang knew he was back in town.
He took in his father’s appearance. The younger
half Saiyan couldn’t place his finger on it. His father looked regal as ever
but there was something about him. It was almost
as if he was glowing from the... inside.
“Wh-”
“There are some things that you need to know about
our blood-line,” Vegeta simply said, and
that’s when Trunks noticed it.
The reddish-brown furry appendage around his
father’s slightly filled out waist.
“You’ve grown your tail back!”
Vegeta smirked. “Hai, Kakarott and I both have our
beloved tails, but that’s only part of the reason that I need to talk with
you.”
“Vegeta, I won’t be growing a tail any time soon if
that’s what you’re going to tell me,” Trunks replied.
“Shut-up and listen, boy! You and Kakarott’s oldest
brat are-”
“Are nothing, Vegeta. And will be nothing,” Trunks
adamantly stated.
Scowling at his future son, Vegeta replied, “Why
would you say that? Don’t tell me that you’ve mated with some other weak ningen?”
But that couldn’t be the case. Vegeta didn’t see a claim mark on the boy or smell another’s scent.
“No, Vegeta, it’s not that. How can I commit myself
to Gohan when I’ll be leaving again? And after our last petty squabble, I don’t
think that he’ll want to talk to me again anyway,” Trunks solemnly spoke.
“Gohan told me about the fight. Why didn’t you just
commit yourself then when he asked you?”
“I wasn’t ready. I-”
The large viewing monitor flickered on cutting into
their discussion. “Vegeta! You were supposed to have
been in the lab twenty minutes ago for your check-up! I will not have Goku on
the warpath again because you refuse to follow simple directions to make sure
that your baby stays healthy. Now get your butt down here,” Bulma yelled not
noticing her son.
“Leave me alone, woman! I’ve had enough of your
poking and prodding. Leave me be for one goddamn day!”
“Whoa! What baby?” Trunks interjected, blue eyes wide.
“Oh, hey, Trunks! When did you get here?” Bulma
inquired.
“Hi, Mom,”
Trunks blushed. His young mother always made him feel
like a little kid, even though he was a
grown man. “I’ve been here for a while talking with father.” Then he
remembered, “So, what baby?”
“Your father is pregnant,” Bulma declared with a
wide smile.
“Shut up!” Vegeta yelled, balling up his fist and
shaking it at the screen.
“Say what?” Trunks must have heard wrong. There was
no way possible for a male to get pregnant—not in this day and age—no matter
how far in advance technology was.
“You didn’t tell him, Vegeta?”
“I was getting to that when you decided to butt in
and complain about me being late for the stupid appointment,” Vegeta huffed
out, folding his arms over his taut compact chest. He turned away from the
viewing monitor.
“It’s true?”
“Hai, it’s true,” Vegeta replied.
“But how? I mean…”
“How do you think, boy?! By having sex,” the prince
snarled. His hormones were playing up this early in the morning.
“That’s not what I meant, Vegeta, and you know it!”
Trunks couldn’t believe that his father just said that to him. Kami! He was
still a virgin for crying out loud!
By this point, Bulma faded out of the picture to
allow father and son to talk.
“We’re capable of bearing young because it was bred
into our blood-line. My great-great-grandfather saw the direction our race was
going. Too few females, too many males, it was only a matter of time before our
planet would be dominated with males.
“He managed to create a serum and infused it with a
female hormone that would enable males to develop their female reproductive
parts during gestation while in the womb and later become active when sexually
mature,” Vegeta explained.
“So, you’re saying that I could become
pr-pregnant?” Trunks choked out, taken aback by this bit of information.
“Hai, but only with your chosen mate. Another fail
safe instinct to prevent unwanted pregnancies.”
“Huh?”
“Why do you think that you haven’t rutted with
anyone?”
“Because I haven’t… found…” Trunks was not having this type of conversation with his
father.
“Hai, you have, baka! You and Kakarott’s brat are
fighting the pull to each other just as Kakarott and I have done. Although
you’re half human your Saiyan half dominates
who you want to spend the rest of your life with. Save yourself and Gohan some
grief in the long run—mate.”
“But that doesn’t
explain how you married Bulma and Goku married Chi-Chi,” Trunks said.
“Kakarott was the only Saiyan on this mud ball
until Nappa and I arrived, so he had no other worthy prospects. I married that
harpy because I still hated Kakarott and she was a good lay.”
Trunks’ face lit up like a Christmas tree at
hearing his father talk about his mother in that way.
With that said, Vegeta left the gravity room to go
see Bulma, leaving Trunks with a lot to
think about.
oOoOoOo
By the afternoon, Bulma had arranged for the entire
gang to come over for a party. She didn’t tell any of them why, only that it was a surprise.
She waited until Goku came back home to discuss
Vegeta’s latest test results, which had her worried.
“From the blood work everything is okay, but the
other aspects of the pregnancy are in question. Vegeta, you have got to slow
down. Your body needs rest. If I have to, I’ll place you on immediate bed rest
until you deliver.
“Plus, you need to cut out training until the baby
is born. You’re becoming more dehydrated and you’re not replacing the fluids
back into your body quickly enough. It was all fine and dandy before the
pregnancy but the baby is now taking all of your nutrients.
“How has your morning sickness been?” Bulma asked
as she jotted down some notes in the prince’s folder.
“Fine,” he grumbled under his breath, not at all
thrilled that he had to stop training.
The blue-haired genius glanced up then looked over
to Goku. “He’s been either throwing up in the early morning before breakfast or
right after dinner,” he supplied.
“Vegeta,” she chastised. “I told you to come to me
right away if you were experiencing an on going problem with that. You need to
gain more weight. You’re all muscle and your body won’t be able to hold the
baby if you deny it what it needs.
“When I see you next, which is next week; I want
you to have gained at least five extra pounds. You’re fourteen weeks into your
pregnancy and you haven’t gained an ounce,” Bulma said.
She was worried that some complications would crop
up later if Vegeta didn’t gain the required weight necessary.
“Okay, on that note, we have a party to attend. Oh,
and Vegeta please eat something.”
“Fine, whatever,” he bit back at her as he walked out of the lab with Goku
closely following.
oOoOoOo
Outside on the main section of the patio deck,
Bulma had the caterers set up large heaping dishes of the Z warriors favorite
foods.
All were glad to visit the only female of the
group. Besides building things, Bulma also had a real knack for hosting the
best parties.
Two rows of tables were side by side in order for
people to talk and socialize from across the way. It was most fortunate that
sun covers were erected to shield the party goers from the burning sun. It was
already mid-day and the sun was burning a hole in the Earth.
“HI, EVERYONE!” she shouted for her human friends
to hear. The Saiyans cringed. Even Piccolo winced at the loudness of Bulma’s
voice. He and the Saiyans knew their ears would be ringing by the end of the social gathering.
“Hi, Bulma!” the fighters chorused.
Drinks and plates of food were
being passed around freely, as lively music
played low in the background.
“I’m sure that you’re wondering why we’re having
another party so soon after the one we had just the other night, but this one is a welcome home party,” Bulma
announced with pride. The guys had never seen her so happy. Maybe Vegeta had stopped
being a jerk to her since their break-up.
Instead they saw a tall young man with long
lavender hair step out from the corner of the house; Trunks or Mirai (as they
all called the young man from the future) came
into full view.
“Yo, look who’s back,” Yamcha greeted, rising up to shake the other’s hand in welcome.
“Hey, bro! Long time, no see,” Krillin added, also shaking Mirai’s hand.
“Are you staying for good?”
The greetings
went on for a minute. Most of the Z fighters gathered around Mirai wanting a
chance to talk to him, before he set off to
mingle individually.
The only who didn’t get up and personally greet the
time traveler was Gohan. He was rooted to his seat next to Videl with his eyes
set firmly on his plate of food.
“Gohan, who’s that?” she asked with curiosity lacing her voice as she watched the handsome man
casually walk about the deck. “Is he Trunks’ cousin or something? They look
like twins,” Videl droned on and on.
Gohan couldn’t believe his luck. Mirai was back.
And he was not going to mess this up.
oOo
TBC oOo
A/N: So, how was that? Is it getting exciting yet?
I hope so. Any takers on what Gohan is planning? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned
for the next chapter.
Nemesis
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