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Worlds Apart
Pairings: Mirai Trunks/Gohan
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and creator Akira Toriyama. I make no money from the writing of the story.
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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?
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Chapter 3: Reconciliation
He had another chance with the boy. No, Mirai
wasn’t a boy any longer. He’d grown up to five
feet and ten inches tall. Long silky lavender hair went just past muscular
shoulders. Mirai was absolutely gorgeous—Gohan had another chance with the man
that captured his heart so long ago. He was just barely out of high school when
he realized his attraction to the heir of Capsule Corp.
His wake up call was way before that. It was during
the Cell games when he realized he was falling head over heels for the
blue eyed half-Saiyan. But he was just a kid
back then and didn’t know what his body was trying to tell him—not until he hit
puberty.
That’s when he noticed girls.
But none really caught his eye. Well, none except
Videl Satan. She was smart and head strong and went after what she wanted. From
those characteristics, it alone was enough
to start a relationship with her.
It wasn’t until several months of dating that Gohan
came to the conclusion that he wasn’t really satisfied with Videl. He was
simply going through the motions with her. Even until this day he hasn’t kissed
her, not from a lack of trying on her part.
Gohan was not interested in getting that intimate with her. He always made
excuses that he had to go home, or that he
needed to go to the restroom.
However, it was right after he turned eighteen, when Mirai came for a brief visit; that Gohan longed
to be with him. There was something enthralling about the older youth that
caused Gohan to gravitate toward.
After Gohan over came his shyness, he gathered his
courage and asked Mirai out on a date. At first, Mirai was stunned by the
proposal, but he graciously accepted with a dazzling
smile, causing Gohan to practically swoon on
Mirai’s doorstep.
From that point on they had spent quite a bit of
time together. Going to concerts. Sparring. Hanging out at the mall. Sparring. They
talked about everything or nothing at all. Sparring, or purely, just enjoying
each other’s company. Oh, and let’s not forget, sparring.
And that’s when Gohan knew that he wanted more from
the male heir of Capsule Corp. Gohan wanted to be with Mirai—forever. He broke
things off with Videl,
only to find out that Mirai had left to go back to his own timeline. Gohan was
hurt, but he knew that the love of his life would be back, he just didn’t
know when.
Sure enough, four years later, Mirai returned. It
just wasn’t the little happy reunion Gohan or Mirai was hoping for…
“Gohan!”
“Nani?”
Gohan nearly shouted causing everyone to look his way. His cheeks dusted an
exquisite crimson that made he look so adorable.
“Are you even listening to me?” Videl asked,
getting mad that her boyfriend was paying no mind to her.
“Listen, Videl, I need to take care of some
unfinished business. Don’t wait for me. I
don’t know how long this is going to take.”
Without another word, Gohan upped and left. Videl
was livid—she was being ditched.
oOoOoOo
It was some time later when Mirai found some peace
and quiet in the solitary of his old bedroom. His grandmother kept it clean and
aired for his unexpected visits. All his possessions (what little that he
collected in this time-line) were stored away in the chest of drawers by his closet.
He had a widescreen flat monitor television and a
collection of videogames and playing systems. Mirai also had a boom box, but he rarely listened to that. He much preferred either gaming or training.
The party had ended
a half hour ago, and was he glad. The night had passed him by in a blur. He crawled into his
bed thinking about the conversations that he’d
had with his friends.
He talked with Goku and his father about everything
that went on between them and what had developed since his last visit. Mirai
couldn’t fathom what he was told. Goku and Vegeta had been in a relationship
for the last four years and were expecting their first child. They were still
married but in name only, which everyone was okay with.
In addition to that, he found out that Krillin had
married Android 18 and had a two year old
daughter named Marron.
Plus, Yamcha and his mom
were dating, somewhat. The former highway bandit couldn’t stay around long
enough to make a permanent commitment without being scared that Vegeta would
send him back to the next dimension.
His younger self was getting ready to start college, but he was waiting on his best friend to finish
high school, so they could start college together.
Master Roshi was still a
pervert as well as Oolong. Puar and Turtle did their best to keep those two in
check, but they all knew that it was tough
work.
From Tien and Chiaotzu,
Mirai learned that they’d been traveling the world.
Then there was Gohan.
One of the world’s strongest men in the world, and he had cut
and ran out. Mirai was hoping to have an opportunity to talk with him, but Mirai figured that Gohan was still pretty
mad from last time; but it couldn’t be helped.
Eight years ago, Mirai was nineteen and wasn’t
really sure of what he wanted as far as a relationship went. He of course
deeply cared for Gohan and felt a strong yearning to be with him, but… he
couldn’t. He still felt as if he was betraying his master and best friend.
In Mirai’s timeline, Gohan was his world. Then
Androids 17 and 18 showed up and destroyed what happiness he had ever known. Mirai was fifteen when he died.
Then Mirai traveled back in time to see if he could
change history by saving all the Z warriors. Instead he fell off course and
landed in a separate time-line from his. He
never thought to see his mentor on that fateful day waiting for Goku to arrive
from the planet Yardrat after he had defeated Freeza (Mirai told the gentle Saiyan that he should have finished when he had the chance), but his heart
was deflated.
It was a different Gohan. Quite a few years went by
before Mirai finally realized that it was the same Gohan, just younger and less battle worn.
His heart skipped a beat.
And that scared him.
Especially when Gohan asked him out on a
date.
What really frightened Mirai when Gohan kissed
him—his very first kiss.
It was awkward,
but tender nonetheless, full with passion
and dare he say it, love.
That was what scared him the
most. Mirai took off for home.
He did come back four years later, only to get into a terrible argument with Gohan
about mating…
oOo Flashback oOo
Mirai
and Gohan went outside to talk. It was relatively early in the evening. The sun
had barely set behind the horizon casting a warm orange-reddish glow across the
land.
There
was something that Gohan wanted to ask the young man from the future.
“So,
we meet again,” Gohan started, breaking the
tension that had settled between them.
“Yeah,
so we have,” Mirai answered, pausing for a
split second to gather his thoughts. “Look, Gohan, I apologize for leaving like
I did. I… it’s just that…” Mirai stumbled
over his words now, unsure of what he wanted
to tell Gohan.
“You
were scared, plain and simple. I am too, but that’s not going to change how I
feel about you,” Gohan admitted.
“And
how do you feel about me, Gohan?” Mirai asked. His stomach was twisted in knots
as his vision faded in and out.
“I
want to be with you and make you mine.” Gohan wrapped his arms around Mirai and
pulled him close. “Say that you will be my mate, Trunks.” It wasn’t often that
Gohan used his name but when he did, he said it with such passion.
Gohan
was about to kiss him when Mirai answered, “I can’t, Gohan. I’m sorry. I’m not
ready for that.”
Mirai
stepped out of his embrace and turned to leave but didn’t get far.
“So,
that’s it? You just tell me that you’re sorry and leave it at that?”
“Gohan,
I can’t tell you how this is hurting me as much as it’s hurting you, but you have to understand that I buried all my
family and friends with the exception of Bulma. I had to watch you get ripped apart
by those mechanical monsters and now… now you’re here,
fulfilling my one and only dream of being with you…”
“Then
what’s the problem, Mirai? If you want to be with me then say yes and be my
mate. Don’t cower behind a ghost. I’m here,
in the flesh,” Gohan ranted.
Why
was Mirai being difficult? This was something that that they both wanted.
“I’m
not ready to take that step. Besides, how do you know that you would even want
me a year from now? You’re young and still
trying to figure out how the world turns.”
“So,
is what this is all about? That I’m young! I’m eighteen for Pete’s sake, not
eight, Mirai! You’re acting like a brat.”
“And
what about Videl?”
“What
about her?” Gohan asked, not sure where
Mirai was going by bringing her up.
“You’re
seeing her now. Don’t tell me that you haven’t considered marrying her,” Mirai
accused. He didn’t know why, but just
knowing that Videl and Gohan were going out made his blood boil to the point of
wanting to go to the girl’s house and
blast her to HFIL.
In
truth, Gohan never even gave that aspect of their so-called relationship a second
thought. Sure his mom wanted him to marry
her, but he had no desire to betray his heart like that. If he was going to
marry any one in the traditional sense it would be Mirai—not Videl.
“I
broke up with her. There’s no us, Mirai, all I want is you,” Gohan placated,
once again wrapping his arms around his
chosen, and leaning
in for a kiss...
Lips
met for the first time.
Gradually,
Gohan swiped his tongue over Mirai’s,
causing the older male to moan and open his mouth to receive the teasing wet
muscle.
Their
tongues tangled with each other until the need for air became too great. Gohan
trailed tender pecks along Mirai’s jaw line down to his neck, suckling on the
creamy pale skin. Gohan initiated the primary phase of claiming his mate.
It
was maddening what Gohan was doing to him.
Each kiss the younger male rained down his skin
set his blood on fire. His heart beat frantically in his chest, as if he had trained
at one thousand times Earth’s gravity.
Then
his brain brought him out his fervor induced
haze when Gohan ran his hand down the front of his dark green cargo pants to
his ballooning erection, rubbing it, making
it swell further to tent the fabric.
In
a startling step back, Mirai took off into the house,
slamming the door behind in his need to get away from what was about to happen.
“Mirai!... Trunks, come back!” Gohan called after him, but the Capsule Corp. heir was gone.
A
side door opened.
“What
did I do wrong?” Gohan asked the person standing there with his arms crossed over his bulked muscled
chest .He was trying to keep his tears at
bay, but was failing miserably.
“Give
him time. He’ll come around eventually.”
“Vegeta…”
“Go
home, boy, and come back tomorrow to talk with him about it,” Vegeta advised.
And
Gohan did just that, only to return the next
day find out that Mirai went back to his own time.
oOo End flashback oOo
No longer able to sleep, Mirai threw the covers off
and stepped out onto his balcony. His hand
unconsciously rubbed at the red blemish on his neck. He had gotten an illness soon after he had left Gohan. His
mother had explained that he was going into
withdrawal from being separated from his mate. But he dared not tell her who it
was.
His father was a great source of information on the
Saiyan race, and had supplied his mom with
everything that she would need to help raise their son should anything happen
to him. Vegeta obviously knew what it meant
to be a warrior—he could die at any point in time.
Bulma went into great
detail about the mating customs of Saiyans. Apparently, the one who had marked him hadn’t gotten to finish
the ritual. He turned beet red once he heard how the mating was completed.
Coming out of his reverie, Mirai heard birds softly
cooing in the night. The grounds around the compound were semi lit. Any one who
had stayed the night were safely tucked in
their beds. He thought he was probably the
only one still awake, until he glanced over to the balcony next to his, and spotted a tuff of short, black, spiky
hair. Gohan was also out, relaxing in one of the chairs under the starry
sky.
Making up his mind, Mirai floated over to Gohan’s balcony.
Startled awake, Gohan sat up instantly, knocking his book out of his lap.
“Oh, I didn’t know that you were asleep. I’ll just
go,” Mirai said getting ready to jump back over to his room. But Gohan made a quick grab for his hand.
“No, please don’t. Have a seat,” Gohan offered.
They sat in companionable silence for nearly ten
minutes before one of them spoke.
“Mirai,” Gohan began,
but the other demi-Saiyan interrupted him.
“I’m scared, Gohan. No, scared doesn’t quite
describe how I feel. I’m petrified to death of being left holding nothing, and I don’t want that,” Mirai confessed.
“I don’t want you to feel that way, Mirai. I don’t
want you to ever be scared to tell me how
you feel, or what you’re thinking. I need to
know these things,” Gohan answered looking in intense azure eyes.
“Tell you what, let’s take a trip for a month or
two, just us with no distractions, no moms interfering, so we can work this
out,” Gohan offered.
“Can I sleep on it at least?”
A brief smile tugged at the corner of Gohan’s mouth. “Sure, I’m leaving the day after tomorrow.
I’ve already made arrangements to take off, so you can call me at home with
your answer.”
Mirai got up and leaped over the banister to his
own balcony without another word. He actually smiled,
knowing what he was going to tell Gohan. He was able to drift off to sleep without much difficultly.
oOoOoOo
Usually breakfast was a quiet gathering at the
Son’s house, but not this morning. Gohan
groaned in dismay at his house guest when he entered
the kitchen after he had bathed and dressed.
“Good morning, Videl,” he greeted warmly, seating
at his regular place and pilling food on his plate.
“Hiya, Gohan,” she said
with a rather dry tone, making it painstakingly
clear that she was perturbed with him.
Both Chi-Chi and Goten
observed how uptight Gohan and Videl were toward each other and decided to
leave them on their own to sort out whatever problems they were having.
“What’s going on,
Gohan?” Videl demanded. “You abandoned me at Bulma’s party for no good reason! I want to know what’s
going on with you, Gohan?”
“It’s a little more complicated than I can explain,
Videl, but I think that it’s best for us not to see each other. I’m leaving
tomorrow to clear my head and work out some issues and I can’t do that dating
you,” he flat out told her.
She hastily stood up—her chair falling over
backwards from the rapid movement.
“Wh-what?” She couldn’t accept it as true. Sure they were
having some problems, but that didn’t
warrant the necessity of them to break apart, did it?
“We are over with, Videl. Please don’t make this any more difficult than
it is,” Gohan said, standing as well.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” Videl accused.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Videl. Him
who?”
“That guy at the party.” Gohan remained tight
lipped, looking down at the table, unable to
look her in the eyes. “It is.”
Still, Gohan said nothing. “What… I mean…sniff… is there something wrong with me
for you to like another guy?” she was holding it together quite admirably for
being dumped. “I’m not pretty enough, smart
enough? I know you don’t like me for my money, Gohan, you’re not materialistic
like that.”
“No, no, Videl. I—it’s just that, I’m half-Saiyan-”
“What does that have to do with anything? Of course
I know, I also know that you’re half-human,” she countered, her tears temporarily forgotten.
“Vegeta explained that once we find our mates-”
“Vegeta!
You believe that nut case? And from what I heard about him, he’s a sadist.” Videl exclaimed.
“Don’t bad-mouth Vegeta like that! He’s a
full-blooded Saiyan and knows more about mating than
any of us,” Gohan exclaimed.
“Mating?” That
sounded like marriage. Was that a Saiyan thing or something?
“Mirai, is my mate,” he
finally admitted, sitting back down, the fight gone out of him.
“But…but what about us? I thought…” Videl had been
discussing wedding plans with his mom, hoping that Gohan would pop the question
soon. She even went as far as to pick out a dress and ring sets for them. Obviously,
she was wrong in thinking that he would.
“I’m sorry, Videl, but our relationship was doomed
from the start, and I just didn’t realize it until Mirai’s last visit.”
The doorbell rang,
causing them to take a breather.
His mom nervously walked into the kitchen with a
distressed look on her face. “Uh, Gohan.”
“Yeah, Mom?”
“Mirai is here to see you,” she announced quietly.
“Okay. Can you tell him that I’ll be there in a
minute?”
Chi-Chi went back to the front door.
“You can stay if you like. I’m not going to prevent
you from seeing the others. They’re your friends now too,” Gohan said and left,
abandoning his breakfast in favor to see the time-traveler.
As he walked away,
he heard Videl silently sobbing in the kitchen.
oOoOoOo
Upstairs in Gohan’s room,
he and Mirai chatted about their upcoming trip,
unaware of the extra pair of ears listening outside of the open window.
“…is that all right with you?”
“Yeah, but I’m making it clear right now that while
we’re gone we will NOT be sleeping together. Am I understood?”
“Yeah, but it won’t hurt to try, ne?”
“Gohan!”
Although Videl couldn’t
see Mirai’s face, she was quite sure that he
was blushing a vibrant scarlet; because she was too, with that all too warm-wet feeling starting
between her legs. Her womanhood pulsed at the bluntness of words being spoken.
Gohan never acted coy with her like that, or even flirted with her—that very thought just
made her want to cry all over again. But she
held it in, keeping her ki as low as possible to
prevent either one from finding her eavesdropping.
More salt was poured over her wounded heart when
she heard the tell-tale sounds of them kissing. Gohan had never kissed her
either.
Not able to take it any more, Videl
flew off for home.
oOoOoOo
A knock got Mirai out of bed. The intrusion was a
welcome one anyway, since he couldn’t really
get to sleep. He was too wind up about his
trip tomorrow to get any proper rest.
“Vegeta?”
“I wanted to see you before you go.” Vegeta was the
only one that he told about him and Gohan.
Mirai open the door wider for his father. Taking a
long sideward glance at Vegeta he could undoubtedly see the slight bump of his
baby brother or sister. He was hoping for another sister, but he had a fifty-fifty chance of getting what he wanted.
Maybe I can put in a request,
Mirai thought, not paying attention to what
his father was saying to him.
“BOY, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?” Vegeta’s tail
bristled out in annoyance.
“Calm yourself, Vegeta, remember what mom said,”
Mirai teased.
“Ggrh! Ah, fine do as you
please, just remember if anything should happen-”
“Nothing will, Vegeta.”
“I’m just saying if something should, you can come
to me.”
“Are you being maternal?” Another jab at
the prince’s manhood and pride. He still had a hard time believing that
his bad-ass-to-the-bone father was knocked-up. Mirai saw that Vegeta was
nearing his limit. “Okay, okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”
The full-blooded Saiyan reached the door to leave
his son, but Mirai said something to him then that
he had only ever
heard from the boy once before.
“Thanks, Dad.”
Not bothering with turning around, only offering his heir a side semi-profile view,
Vegeta basically replied with an evil smirk, “If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it
and kill you later.”
Mirai laughed,
knowing full well that the Saiyan no ouji meant every
word.
oOoOoOo
The following morning at first light, prior to anyone waking-up to question them on
where they were going and why, Mirai and Gohan flew out for their little
get-a-way.
It would be relatively three months before their
family saw them again.
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: Well, how was that? Did it explain some
things? I hope so. If anyone doesn’t remember go back to Can they make a difference? Read Interlude 3: Worlds Apart, which is
what I named story after.
Nemesis
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