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Worlds Apart
Pairings: Mirai Trunks/Gohan
Disclaimer: I do know own any characters from Dragonball Z.
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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
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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 4: Confrontation
The Z warriors were all hanging out at Bulma’s one Saturday afternoon,
when Mirai returned home by himself three months after he had left
unexpectedly.
To everyone’s surprise back then, it was Vegeta
that informed them that the boy had to get away for some personal time alone.
This coming from Saiyan no ouji was a record in the
making. They chalked it up to be his hormones wrecking havoc with his otherwise
self-reserved opinions. Vegeta usually observed everything in while the other’s
made total fools of themselves.
Mirai did seem more relaxed,
as if a heavy burden
had been lifted off his shoulders. Vegeta sensed that his son and Kakarott’s
brat were in the final sequence of completing
their bonding. He figured that it would be soon. And with a night like tonight,
a full luminous moon, the conditions for a mating were ripe.
The summer heat was the perfect recreation to
Vegetsei’s own tropical season. This was Saiyans breeding cycle, which was how
he was able to conceive at the beginning of this extraordinary heat wave.
The prince closed his dark eyes and smirked,
rubbing soothing circles over his now visible tummy—enjoying the jabs and
kicks—his and Kakarott’s baby was going to be strong, stronger than any of
their children now. At three months into his pregnancy, Vegeta was content to
sit and watch Kakarott and his friends attempting to get
his son to tell them where he flew off to.
Earth’s defenders gathered around Mirai asking him
where he’d been and what he did while he was
gone. The half-Saiyan effectively evaded most of
their probing questions stating that he went on a retreat, and left it at that.
oOoOoOo
In the far outskirts of the countryside, Gohan
arrived back home in the later part of the afternoon. He calculated that Mirai
had all ready made it home.
Right before they had left the mountain cabin that
Gohan had rented out for their stay, they decided that it would be best if they
parted ways before anyone saw them together to figure out that were together.
“MOM! I’M HOME!” he
called out. “GOTEN!” Man, where is everybody?
He rounded the corner to his bedroom to find that
the house was empty. Not giving it another thought he gathered all his
toiletries for his bath. Since this morning upon waking up, he’d had a tugging type of sensation in his stomach;
which Vegeta had told him to expect when it was nearing time for him and Mirai
to physically mate...
“It’s
your body’s way of informing you that the time to consummate
your bonding and to claim my son is close,”
Vegeta enlightened.
“How
will I know when to actually… you know…” Gohan trailed off, face burning. He
placed his hand behind his head. “…take him?”
If
the conversation wasn’t so serious, Vegeta might have laughed as the boy did a
faultless imitation of his lover.
“Your
body heat will rise in temperature and your need to take Trunks’ will be so
overwhelming that you won’t have any control over your actions. You better make
sure that when you begin to feel a slight pull or tug in your stomach you
better be on your way to him, or else I would
hate to see the two of you mate out in the open rutting in front of everyone.”
The
youth could have spontaneously combusted on the spot, from
the heat on his face alone.
“Vegeta,
just how long would I have?” Gohan nervously asked. “To get to Mirai, I mean.”
“Considering
that you knuckleheads have been fighting your
attraction for years, I say maybe thirty minutes…… forty-five,
at best…”
Gohan rushed to the bathhouse—he didn’t have much
time.
oOoOoOo
Scolding sapphire eyes angrily watched the lavender
haired young man walk into the dome-shaped house once all manner of greetings were
over. Videl was sitting on the outside of Chi-Chi
across from Bulma and 18 when Mirai decided to rejoin their happy little group.
She couldn’t stand him. He strutted through the open
kitchen as if he owned the world—with a father like Vegeta, he was sure to have
an ego as big as that jerk.
He was the reason why Gohan dumped her. But it
didn’t matter, Videl had found out from Bulma that Mirai was going to be
leaving soon to go back home. The blue-haired genius had let it slip unintentionally that Mirai didn’t stay for any longer than a year,
give or take some months.
By Videl’s estimation, a
year was almost up. Then Gohan would be hers, but before
Mirai left she was going to let him know that one important fact.
The feisty female stood, walking nonchalantly
inside the house. She made it as far as the stairs but was blocked from going
to her destination.
“Out of my way, Vegeta,” she hissed. She didn’t
like the short male either. He made her skin crawl whenever he got next to her.
“I’m warning you now, girl, leave my son alone.”
Blue eyes widened in
shock. How did he know where she was going? “I’m going to the bathroom if you
must know.”
“Liar, I’m a telepath just as my son. He hasn’t honed
his skill to the degree that I have but trust me, he will know that you’re
coming.”
“What I do is my business, not yours,” Videl
snapped. He was not going to stop her from confronting her rival.
“Actually telling him to stay away from his
intended mate will make it very much my business. You
cannot change what’s about to happen, you may as well accept it,” Vegeta said.
If he had to he would kill her in order for his son to be happy, damn the
consequences of his actions. He would not allow her or anyone else to interfere
with his children bonding.
“You make me sick! How could you want your own son
to be like how you are? And I know for a fact that Gohan like girls,” Videl
countered. She was starting to shiver as those black narrowed eyes bore a hole
into her.
Fierce obsidian spheres pierced her soul,
strangling it with his unwavering gaze, Videl
froze—she was seized by fear.
“Like me? You seemed to forget little girl that I’m
the Prince of all Saiyans—an Elite—far above you weak and puny Ningens. And as Saiyans, it
is in our nature to pick someone worthy to mate with,” Vegeta declared with
pride. “For life, I might add.” He was adding more fuel to the all ready
blazing fire but he could care less about her feelings.
Although he married Bulma and fathered kids with
her, she was not admirable enough for him to mate to,
his Saiyan blood wouldn’t allow it. The same went for Kakarott and their
children, even though they were half-Saiyans. It
was bred into their species.
“Gohan and Mirai are a mixture of two races. You
can’t honestly tell me that the same bullshit
rule applies to either one of them,” Videl snapped, having finally lost her
patience with the annoying man.
“You don’t think so, eh?” Vegeta smirked evilly. It
was a look that everyone loathed to see on his face. He took a menacing step
toward her. Videl tried to take a step back. Her fear grabbed her by the ankles
keeping her from moving. Ice felt as if it settled in her bones, she was
trembling. Videl swore she could hear her teeth chattering.
“Has Gohan touched
you in the same way he touches my son?” he started. Following Vegeta’s question
there was a pregnant pause before he continued on as she firmly pressed her
lips closed. His obsidian orbs danced with malice as tears gathered in her
eyes.
“Has he ever gotten
down on his knees and took you to his mouth? Or even caressed the folds of your
slick pussy with his fingers, purring in satisfaction at hearing you moan and
arch beneath his fondling?”
He chuckled at her embarrassment. Her scent of
purity told the prince all he needed to know. “Or has he ever bitten down on your hardened
tits just to hear you scream out his name with need for him to do more to your
body?”
Tears now ran freely down Videl’s
face. Was this what Gohan did with Mirai? Gohan would never do something as
intimate as that before marriage. But she got her answer when Vegeta finished
with, “Hai, he did and tonight they’re going to
finish what they started and you cannot do anything to stop it.”
Then Vegeta out right laughed maniacally as he
walked away from Videl’s broken form.
oOoOoOo
Fifteen minutes later, Gohan touched down on
Mirai’s balcony. He saw that another party was going on outside but he ignored
the revel. He had one destination in mind and a mission to complete: to make
Mirai his mate. He suppressed his ki making sure none
of his friends or his father detected his energy signature.
Gohan didn’t want to be discovered at the compound
tonight.
He walked straight through the open glass sliding
door and gasped. Evidently, Mirai foresaw that he was coming tonight.
The older half-Saiyan had candles lit around the
spacious room casting it in a soft warm and inviting glow. Cinnamon and spice
filled his nostrils causing Gohan to sway on his feet—the smell was
intoxicating. Flower pedals littered the floor around the double sized bed. And there, in
the center of the bed, awaited his prize.
Mirai was splayed face down
across the turned down covers with only a sheet hiding his beautiful
form from his view. In that moment, Gohan’s skin pricked with desire.
He shrugged out of his clothes without a care in
the world.
Gohan climbed onto the bed, pulling the barrier
down, exposing the exquisite body that was his for the asking, and straddled
slender hips. Mirai was so hot. He noted that the other was panting harshly.
“Go-han,” Mirai called
out with need. His hair was fanned out across his broad muscular shoulders. His
head was turned to the side with his mouth slightly parted. Mirai had his eyes closed tight as he moved his body along the
mattress to build friction against his throbbing manhood.
“Hai, I’m here, love.”
“Make it stop,” Mirai begged. “Make the burning
stop, please.” He rubbed himself harder.
“Turn over for me,” Gohan panted.
He was finding it difficult to breathe as well.
Mirai did as told. He was ready. His penis stood at
attention. His father had told him what to
expect from the joining. He and Gohan were in the last stages of the mating
ritual and they were going feral because of the affects of the full moon.
Gohan marvel at the dark angry organ. He couldn’t
wait to have it! He stifled a moan when his hand came in contact with his own
hurting need. Whatever fluid seeped out was going to be all that was used for the initial union. The lubricant to be used was their blood and semen, a scenting coupling to
indicate to other Saiyans who was the Dominate, who was the Submissive.
No preparing was going to take place. No gentle
loving was going to happen. No words of love were going to be spoken. It was
going to be pure unadulterated sex.
The time-traveler did remember one imperative
detail his father told him about the claiming…
“I
know you sometimes have the tendency to run off when things get too rough
between you and Kakarott’s brat, but you have to
keep in mind that if you claim each other you can’t leave him—ever—or it would
kill you and him.
“However,
you can do a half claim,” the Saiyan prince suggested.
“And
how do I do that?” Mirai asked, worried about if he should let Gohan continue
to court him.
“Let
him bite you. You must resist the impulse to bite him in response to his claim
on you. This way you can return to your own timeline, but I’m warning now boy, that you will live a half life. More so than
before,” Vegeta explained, wanting Mirai to
understand the cost of a partial bond.
“And
what if I were to become pregnant?”
“The
child shall sustain you until you fully bond,” Vegeta answered. “But it’s
highly unlikely that you will conceive the first time if you’re out of season.”
At least I don’t have to worry about bringing any babies home
with me, Mirai
mused as he departed from his father’s company…
Driven on instinct, with his legs bent at the
knees, Mirai spread his legs wider to receive his soon-to-be-mate. Gohan didn’t
hesitate at the wanton invitation. The rosebud entrance twitched in
anticipation to what was about to take place.
He plunged into the virgin hole with one swift
thrust—as deep as he could and as hard as he could. Gohan growled; the heat
that encircled his dick was delicious!
Mirai almost cried at the invasion but at the same
time something was struck deep within him that caused him to arch his back off
the bed.
He held onto Gohan’s
massive shoulders with a bruising grip as the younger Saiyan withdrew and pushed
back into his canal.
Soon, skin slapped easily against skin. Mirai could
feel the soft taps of Gohan’s balls bouncing off his
ass cheeks as the younger male pumped himself faster in the now unresisting
tunnel. They grunted and snarled, nipping at each other’s throats.
The half-Saiyans were in a wild rut.
Both were near their finishing point.
Gohan lifted one of Mirai’s legs onto his shoulder.
When this was done, Mirai didn’t think that it was possible for Gohan to
penetrate any further, but he did. His vision
blurred, blacking out momentarily.
Sweet divine torture was rained upon his body,
Gohan wanted to kill him after his first time. Mirai didn’t mind just as long
as his mate continued to touch that
place.
As the night wore on, neither lover spotted the
moon’s silver rays filling the room, making it
seem as if they were under water. The candle long since burnt out. Nor did they
heed the soreness of their gums as canines and incisors lengthened. Nor had they felt the formation of the furred
appendages at the base of their spines.
Because in that precise moment they came, with Gohan sinking razor sharp teeth in the juncture
of his chosen’s neck.
Mirai forced himself to go against innate behavior.
He panted harder than before, fighting the need
to want to bite Gohan in return.
The remnant of their orgasm slowed. They still had
trouble breathing, but managed to look into each other’s eyes. Nothing could
describe what they just experienced.
Still, no words were uttered between them, only gentle
touches and purring from the pair was wrought worth.
Exhaustion crept up and took hold of them. Gohan
remained nestled inside of his mate. For the most part, Mirai was content to
stay where he was: underneath his mate.
Black and blue orbs closed in sleep.
oOoOoOo
In spite of the fact that Videl
was in the guest wing of the house, she also discovered that Mirai’s bedroom
was right next door to her with his bed directly behind her head.
Videl woke-up when she
heard a bump against the wall. Sitting up for a
brief moment, and hearing nothing, she laid back down thinking it was her mind playing
tricks on her.
That was until she heard the noise again.
This time she put her ear to the wall and listened
intently and she wished that she hadn’t. Videl comprehended what was going on.
She was about to go back to sleep but curiosity stayed her hand.
It was two-thirty in the morning and she heard the
low mesmerizing voice of Mirai imploring for more (more of what, Videl had no clue) and when
she heard Gohan’s charming alto, she quickly backed
away from the wall with wide startled eyes—they were making love.
The moaning became louder as did the thumping,
which she surmised to be the headboard.
She couldn’t cope. Not only did he steal Gohan from her, he was smearing her face in her tattered
dream of being Gohan’s first, of Gohan being her first.
Taking a pillow and a blanket off the bed, Videl made a palette on the floor on the far side of the
room. The noise was blessedly muted at this distance.
However, knowing what she did, Videl
didn’t sleep as peacefully as she would have liked. She tossed and turned for
the rest of the night.
oOoOoOo
Birds chirped, indicating a brand new day. The sun
was brighter than he would have cared to remember, but Gohan wasn’t going to let
that bother him.
He was mated now.
He turned his head to get a good look at his lover, only to see the space empty where Mirai should have
been laying. Gohan placed his hand in the outline of where Mirai had slept. The
space was ice cold. Mirai had been up out of bed for hours.
It wasn’t until after his shower that he realized something wasn’t right. Gohan went
downstairs into the kitchen. It seemed that the gang had
spent the night, as they were all eating
breakfast.
There was no sign of the Capsule Corp. heir.
“Good morning, Gohan,” Bulma
greeted, grabbing him a plate and loading it up
with food, not realizing what had taken place last night under her roof.
Saiyans were notorious for their fierce appetites.
“Good morning, everyone,” he said, sitting down
across from Videl. She didn’t speak. She kept her
head lowered focusing on finishing her food.
Chatter filled the otherwise silence. It was
fantastic to be around people who cared and loved one another.
oOoOoOo
With the meal over, Gohan raced outside to where
Mirai kept his time machine, only to find it
gone.
“Damn you, Trunks! Why did you leave this time?”
Gohan whispered to himself.
But the words were heard by another.
“It was probably for the best, Gohan.” Not wanting
to hear what she had to say, Gohan flashed an awesome gold.
The Super Saiyan growled low in his throat. “Stay
away from me, Videl!” Then Gohan gasped. “Did you
have something to do with Mirai leaving?” He grabbed her by the arm. “Were you
the cause for him to leave? Answer me!”
“No, he left without a word to anyone. Gohan,
you’re hurting me. Please let go,” she pleaded, struggling to get out of his bruising grip. She never saw him mad or angry before.
“Girl, go home,” Vegeta said as he stepped onto the
platform where Mirai’s ship once stood. Gohan ignored the pregnant male, his attention was solely focused upon Videl. She was the one who made his mate leave! It was
because of her that his lover left.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Vegeta,” Videl yelled. She didn’t’ need or want his help. She was
quite capable of handling her boyfriend on her own. With Mirai gone, Videl just needed some time to convince the half-Saiyan
that they were supposed to be together, not him
and that boy.
“Gohan will kill you if don’t let him be. His mate
has just left and you’re not helping matters by confusing him. Go home. NOW!”
She took a good long look at Gohan and decided her
best recourse was to confront him another day. Videl
didn’t need to be told twice. From far away Super Saiyans were awesome but up close
and personal they were down right frightening. She ran to the openness of the
yard and took off from there. She’ll work a plan on how to get Gohan back.
Once the female left, Vegeta seized hold of the
Super Saiyan.
::Listen to me, boy!::
::He… left me::
Vegeta growled. ::He will be back ::
Teal green eyes gazed into onyx ones. ::How can you be so sure?::
The older Saiyan grinned. ::Your bond is incomplete.::
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: Well, how was that? Tell me what you think. Is
it me or does any one else think that Vegeta is manipulating Mirai and Gohan to
bond? Does any one believe that Mirai will come back? If so, when do you think
that will be? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter to find out.
Nemesis
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