I'd Change History for You

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I’d Change history For You Chapter Five.


Sleeping was hard enough when I had him downstairs dozing on my couch. He promised he’d be gone in the morning, maybe before I woke up. Grumbling, I squeeze my pillow and silently damn Chichi for leaving him like this. Sleep in a tree? Not when he had a warm home to go to! And what did Gohan think about that? His own mother kicking his father out, and he had to love him more. Really, she is so insensitive.

I wouldn’t care that Goku slept in tree if he wasn’t so…well, he looks so innocent and I know he’s a Saiyan and they are built for anything, but I couldn’t bear to leave him outside. It wasn’t right. Chichi didn’t care. I have been staring at my ceiling for so long but I don’t want to move so I close my eyes and before I know it, I’m asleep.


The next morning I am surprised to find that it was I who woke up before him. When I get downstairs, he is still there sleeping. I frown. I’ll have to wake him up, he has to leave.

But…I don’t want to touch him.

So I walk over to him, stomping a little and lean forward. My mouth is no farther than four inches from his ear and I scream,

“GOKU WAKE UP!!!!!”

I should have moved back after that, because his head comes up and slams into mine like some Saturday morning cartoon. I fall back and rub my aching cranium and he favors his ear.

“Shit, what the hell Trunks, you didn’t have to scream in my ear, you could have just shaken me!!!!” He’s mad and in spite of myself, I smirk.

He gets up and glares at me, digging a finger in his ear to stop the ringing I am sure is going on in there. “That was cruel, all you had to do was wake me. You should know how sensitive Saiyan ears are, you wouldn’t like it if I screamed in your ear!”

I wouldn’t.

For a big, strong man like him, he has a high pitched voice, not girly, but too damn cheerful.

“Sorry, but you said you would be gone by the time I woke up. You’re still here.”

He frantically runs around the room, looking for a clock or something.

“The stove.” I laugh.

He skids over to it and his eyes widen in surprise. “Shit! I’m late! You could have woken me up earlier!”

“Look, this isn’t my fault. You asked me to stay and didn’t hold up your end of the bargain. Don’t worry your pretty head, it’s not that late, and you can use your Instant Transmission to get there. You’re getting excited for nothing!”

He stops freaking out and calmly walks over to me. I back up when he gets too close.

He leans and whispers in my ear. “Now I owe you for two things. Training today will not be pleasant, I suggest you bring a first aid kit. We don’t have anymore senzu beans.” He straightens up and smiles nicely.

“Bye!”

And just like that, he’s gone. And I’m speechless. No sound escapes my mouth as I look at the spot Goku just vacated.

What…the hell…was that? His voice sounded almost….seductive. What is going on? I shake my head to clear it but can’t get the vision out of it. What did I do to make him get that close to me and speak to me like that?

‘…don’t worry your pretty head…’

Shit! He must have noticed that I somehow managed to let that slip. I am such a fool! I can’t believe I said that to him, it was meant as something to suffice for the word silly, or little. Pretty, came out of my mouth. Damnit! I said it casually, like he wouldn’t notice, but he must have or else he wouldn’t have done what he did.

I groan and take a seat at the table. What am I going to do? I can’t hide from him forever, I need him to train me, nobody else can. My father won’t do it, he hates me, and no one else is as strong. No one else is as effective, nice, beautiful….what the fuck?!

That bastard was affecting me already, and all he did was tell me in so many words that he was going to beat my ass into the dirt today. What about that made it sound so hot? It wasn’t just the tone of his voice. Something is happening, and I don’t like it. Why? It’s bad enough that I’m attracted to him already, then he has to go and do…that, whatever he did.

I’ll have to be careful when I’m alone with him again, being here is already a risk I took a liberty in taking. Lord knows if I belonged here, I would consider it, but Mom is waiting back home. She doesn’t want to ever find out that I slept with her best friend. He’s dead, she would hate me. But now he’s very much alive and I can’t take any chances. No matter how bad I want to.

I glance over at the clock. Woah. He was late. It’s almost one o’clock. He knew he was late, and he didn’t argue with me when I told him otherwise. He got too close, made me shiver. He’s becoming a danger to me, but what do I do when he’s my only hope to defeat the androids? I don’t know what will happen when I see him. Gohan won’t be with him, not if his mother has anything to say about it. Chichi might not even let him in. He forgot how to tell time. Again.

I sure hope he doesn’t come back here. I can’t let him stay again, I don’t care what he says or does. I must act indifferent or he’ll see right through me.

Of their own free will, my legs have straightened themselves and are now pacing the floor. Brooding? I don’t brood. I worry. So, I guess you can say I’m worrying, I have a lot to worry about. Now, not later, not in the future, but here in the past.

The way he did it, casually, like he knew what he was doing and what he could make me feel. I can’t let my guard down like that again, not if he knows. How could he know? All I said was, not to worry…his…pretty head. Stupid. There has to be someway I can make that statement disappear.

If I had more fuel… Too bad. I don’t and I can’t, I’ll just have to deal with it as nonchalantly as I can. Act like it didn’t mean anything. It hadn’t, after all, it was just a saying, don’t worry your [insert adjective here] little head. I said ‘pretty’. So what? It meant nothing, it’s not like he doesn’t know he is; he was bold enough to get so close to me. He doesn’t even know me and I don’t know him.

We’ve known each other for five days, and already, something is happening. Or, I could be wrong. I could be taking this all the wrong way, and he actually was trying to scare me. Perfect. The voice, not seductive, but chilling. Meant to make me afraid. Yes, of course. Not denial, realization. When I see him, he’ll act like nothing happened and so will I and things will be back to normal. Problem solved.

I don’t feel like eating cardboard cereal again and I’m not very hungry, but I don’t want my stomach to growl in the middle of training and embarrass myself. So I grab some thawed hotdogs and toss them in the microwave, watching them cook with mild interest. Very soon I would be going to meet Goku for training and whether or not I was looking forward to that was something I’d rather not think about.

So what if maybe, I wanted his voice to be seductive, maybe I wanted it to mean something. So what? I can’t, no matter how bad I want it to.

If Goku is flirting with me, I’ll have to ignore his advances as best as I can. It won’t be easy.


I do what I can to keep up with him, but the fleshy distraction in front of me literally disables me from blocking his hits. A sharp blow to my head knocks me back to reality and I barely dodge the other punch.

“Pay attention, how many times do I have to tell you?! Are you that weak? You should not have come here at all, my son has more concentration than you do and he hasn’t been fighting as long!”

Another hook to my jaw sends me staggering backward in the air. I stop myself with some Ki and glare up into his face as he looms ever closer. He’s told me a million times to focus, but I can’t, not when his shirt is gone, not from our struggle, but because he took it off. I tire of him embarrassing me even if we are thousands of miles away from the next human. He always throws his son in face, as if I don’t know what Gohan can do. He isn’t stronger than me.

“I would be able to concentrate if maybe, you put your shirt back on!” FUCK! My mouth snaps shut and my face burns with harsh embarrassment. I expect him to need a second to gather what I’ve said but a smirk crosses his face, making me blink.

“Do I intimidate you, Trunks?”

“No!” I spit.

Of course you do, you dolt!

“Of course not! You may be stronger, but just remember who killed Freiza. I am far stronger than any other fighter on Earth, and you, you’re just a stepping stone.” I had to save face, besides, he started it.

The smirk never leaves his face and he just floats closer until our chests touch and his face is just a breath away. “Why don’t you tell me why my lack of modesty seems to be the focus of your attention?”

Tell him?! What am I supposed to say, ‘Oh, well, your chest is hard and glistening and I can’t take my eyes off of it?’

For some reason, a lie has not yet manifested itself into my head and I can only babble wordlessly.

“Well? If there is nothing you’d like to tell me, then I expect this round to be better. If you don’t have anything else to say about it, then I’m afraid I won’t be so nice the next time around.” He backs away. I don’t move.

I can’t even be surprised that Goku has this side to him because I don’t know him, from what I’ve heard, he is nice and naïve. Not this Goku. No, he has a streak. Of what, I don’t know, but it makes me really nervous and cagey.

“My shirt remains off if you have nothing more to say. Get ready.”

This time, I won’t let his exposed body deter me, if it’s a fight he wants, it’s a fight he’ll get.

I lunge forward and he prepares to catch my fist but instead, I phase out and reappear behind him, jack hammering him as hard as I can to the ground below. I don’t follow through out of experience and wait for him to come up.

He doesn’t. A trick, I’m sure.

After a few minutes more, my curiosity gets the best of me and I drift over to the crater his body made on impact. I gasp.

He’s there and he isn’t moving! What have I done?

I toss my apprehension to the winds and descend to the ground beside him.

“Goku?”

Nothing.

My hands hover over his fallen form, not wanting to make contact but, out of necessity I press my hand to his warm back feeling for a pulse. A dull throbbing confirms that he is alive, but unconscious. I stand up and stare down at him.

So much for niceties.

I feel better than I have all day and all because Goku is knocked out on the ground below me. Now we’re making some progress. Now, I’ll wait until he comes to. I take a seat on the ground a few feet away.

I can’t help but look. He’s so beautiful with the most serene look on his face. I do all I can not to crawl over to him and run my fingers through his wild ebony spikes, but like some irresistible force of gravity has taken over me, I find myself mere inches away from him, my hand rising to bury itself in his hair. But just in time I snatch it back like I’ve been burned and stumble backward until I fall on my butt in the dirt. My hand starts to shake as I hold it to my side. I want to touch him so bad, just once. I’ve touched him before, but only to inflict pain, but I want to touch him now for other reasons. I can’t bring myself to move to him though.

I suppose I hit him pretty hard, so he may be knocked out for a while. Would it be so wrong to touch him once?

Maybe if I…

My hand rises again and I rest it on his head. His hair is softer than I imagined it would be, soft and silky. My fingers intertwine in his jet black locks, petting him like a dog. On their own accord, they trail down to his heated neck and further to his back. Warm.

Before I get carried away, I reluctantly pull my hand away and sit back to watch him intently. His beauty is astounding, innocent and attractive, but handsome and manly at the same time. Looks so much like Gohan. But different too.

Minutes pass like hours as I wait for him to awaken. I don’t want to leave him here, but I wish I could anyway. A grunting sound brings my head up and Goku slowly rolls over and rubs the back of his head.

He doesn’t see me at first and mutters, “Jeez, that little bastard did a number on me.”

I decide to let him know I’m around and arrogantly say, “Well, the little bastard is sitting right next to you and waited here so you could wake. I knew I should have left you.” I get up quickly and take to the air.

“Where do you think you’re going? Just because you knocked me out once, doesn’t mean you’re stronger than me. You still have a lot to learn and I have plenty of time to teach. Now, I have three things to get you back for. Trust me, that won’t happen again. That little stunt you pulled off would come in handy, but now that I’ll be expecting it, you’ll have to try harder.”

What a cocky bastard! I growl low in my throat and turn to face him. “Don’t get cute! I know you have a weakness and it seems you’re not that much stronger than I am. More skilled, I admit, but I can hold my own, if I tried.”

“Then try.”

He’s gone.

Where?

I turn all around and suck my teeth. Not this again. He’s playing games with me.

“Why are you hiding, I though for sure you would stop acting like a coward and fight me like---

SLAM!!!

A powerful fist crunches into my jaw and I’m flying into the air. A cliff doesn’t stop me. What stops me are hands wrapping around my arms and the most excruciating pain in my back as his knee rearranges my spine.

I howl in pain, but Goku doesn’t stop his vicious assault. A hard punch to my chest takes the breath out of me and I double over in pain.

“Am I done? Do you think I’ve got my revenge?” A flash of pain and I’m on the ground, trying not to curl up in agony.

He’s fast. Very fast. He’s been toying with me all this time.

He lands and as swiftly as I can manage, I get to my knees but no further. Goku kneels down and grips my jaw. I squeeze my eyes shut and growl. “You’re not serious about this. Why? Did you think I was a pushover? You aren’t getting anywhere getting your ass kicked. You better fight me like you mean it if you ever want to be stronger.”

I turn my head to the side and spit up blood then wipe my lips and glare at him over my hand. Damn, I should have spit in his face.

“Gohan may have gone soft on you because you had stars in your eyes for him but I won’t go easy on you. I can be ruthless in the name of training, I suggest you clean up and get it together. I’m not getting any stronger training you. Even Gohan has more fight in him. I thought you could be useful because you defeated Freiza, or maybe that was just beginners luck?” He snickers meanly, gripping my chin tighter until the bones of my jaw grind into my cheek.

I can move, yank my chin out of his grip and attack him, but I don’t. His heady, muscular scent overpowers me and I am helpless to do much else but sit on my knees with my eyes closed, breathing in his very male musk.

“I don’t have time for this. I could be using this time to train Gohan. I left him to train with Piccolo today so that I could train with you some more but now I see that you turn into a punk in the face of real power.”

The hell I do! Nice smelling or not, nobody gets away with calling me a punk. I drag my head out of his hand and headbutt him in the face. He reels back and I take advantage, flipping out of range to deliver a Ki blast from my open palm into his chest. He slaps it away effortlessly.

“Give me your best shot, Trunks.”

Moving back, he brings both of his arms up and together in front of him in a familiar pose that I’ve seen before on countless occasions. Hands now cupped at his side he shouts,

“Kaaa me….”

I prepare my Finishing Buster with a few quick movements of my hands and charge my Ki.

“Haaaa meeeeehhh…”

“YAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

“HAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”

Our blasts simultaneously explode and meet between us. I force my energy forward and brace my feet in the dirt, struggling to hold off. Goku screams on the other side and I feel his Ki dramatically sky rocket. My Ki spikes into Super Saiyan and I push forward with all of my strength, his blast making my heels dig into the earth. I huff and pull in shallow breaths of air. I can feel myself slipping, losing.

No! I can’t let him…get the best of me. My arms bend outward to lend more strength to the blast and my feet dig deeper into the trench.

The last thing I remember is the blast giving out in my hands and then darkness.

As I slowly come back to consciousness, I find that we are not in the middle of nowhere anymore. Not in my house, not in Goku’s. Not Capsule Corp either.

Where am I?

I’m alive, that’s obvious but as I glance around at my surroundings, I can‘t for the life of me place where I am.

“Goku?”

My head throbs mercilessly, and my arms feel like jelly. I’ve never struggled so hard in my life, not even against the androids. I don’t see Goku around, nor can I sense him. Where am I and where is he? I get up gingerly and instantly realize that I don’t have a shirt or shoes on. What the hell?

I frantically look around the small room for my clothes and see them on a wooden chair. I have to get out of here. As I approach the door, a voice from somewhere cuts the air, startling me.

“Feeling better already, or do you have somewhere to go?” I swivel around and meet his eyes. I say nothing and put my boots on and slip my shirt over my head.

“Where are we?”

“Nevermind that. If you aren’t too busy, we’d like for you to stay here.”

We? Before I can ask, out of a room I didn’t see before, steps…

Vegeta?

“Da---Vegeta?! What are you doing here?”

“Don’t worry about that boy, I know where we are, but do you?”

Obviously, I didn’t. I look back and forth between the two of them, not understanding.

“I couldn’t really take you anywhere else, so I brought you here.”

“Where is here?”

“Here is…our place.”

Who is ‘our’?

“I don’t get it.”

“Of course you don’t boy. I don’t expect you to; your half breed brain isn’t ready for this yet. So, Kakarot thought bringing you here would…sort things out.”

“Sort what out?” I had so many questions, I barely knew what to ask first. My father just turned his back on me and glared at Goku.

“Go on, tell him.” Goku looked to me and edged closer than I would have liked, too close.

“Vegeta seems to think that you’re attracted to me.”

WHAT? My face registers shock as I walk over to my father.

“What is he talking about?”

Vegeta haughtily leaned away from me and snapped, “Exactly what it sounds like it means!”

I knew that but how did he know? I can only stand and stare at a wall in mute horror at what was quickly unfolding around me. What the fuck was going on here? Why was my father there and what did he have to do with my feelings for Goku?

“I’ll cut to the chase, you like me, it’s obvious but there’s one problem.” I’m almost afraid to ask what, because I don’t want to confirm what they both already know. Still I open my mouth, curious to know.

“What’s that?”

“So does he.” Goku replied pointing to Vegeta.

My mouth falls open and my eyes go as wide as saucers. I’m more than surprised, I’m… well, I’m appalled!

“What? I—I don’t understand.” I understood perfectly but I wanted to make sure that I had this right.

“Sure you do. You want me don’t you? You don’t have to hide it. I can smell it all over you when we’re together.” I blush idiotically and cast my eyes downward.

“Why are you telling me this?” I mutter.

“I have to. You have the right to know.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not in love with your mother!” Vegeta barked. I gasp a little and glare at him.

“What?! Why not?!! Goku why did you tell him, it was a secret you idiot!” I couldn’t help it, my anger was flaring out of control now, how could Goku do this to me?

“Calm down, I didn’t tell him anything, Trunks. Did you really think it was that hard to figure out? He already knew after a while. I--”

“Why are you telling me this?!” I shout angrily. My very existence is in inevitable danger and I’m supposed calm down?

And wait a minute, my father is gay?

“I was getting to that. Now, the reason I had to tell you was because Vegeta and I are together and he initially refused to sleep with Bulma but--”

“What, are you two in love?” Vegeta snickers behind me. “Not hardly. Kakarot and I, our feelings, are none of your business, just know that we’re fucking.”

Lewd, just as I was told.

“Vegeta, you didn’t have to say it like that. What we brought you here to tell you is that you now have the option to stay with us. Vegeta has agreed to…sleep with Bulma to conceive you, but that’s as far as he’ll go. So you have a choice, stay here, and see how far this goes, or leave, either way, I just thought you should know.”

I should be mad, wild with rage, sickened, confused, anything other than understanding. But, I understand. It’s not wrong and nothing is out of my favor, I can still be born and have my fun too. So, what was wrong?

“You cannot have Kakarot without my permission.” Oh, him. That’s what’s wrong. I want Goku for myself, I don’t want to have to share him, especially not with my own father.

“That’s not for you to decide!”

“Oh no? Is it for you to decide, future boy?” I narrow my eyes and point to Goku.

“I don’t care what you two do, but you could be endangering the future! You could ruin people’s lives! Goku, what about Chichi, and Gohan? They wouldn’t be too happy to know that you’re sleeping around with someone that supposedly hates you!”

“Who says they’re going to find out?” Vegeta asks calmly.

What? Do they mean…

“You aren’t going to tell anyone?”

“Why would we, as you said, it could…ruin lives.” He snickers.

I don’t believe this! But they have a point. I couldn’t even tell they even remotely liked each other, much less were sleeping together. Nobody would know and probably wouldn’t believe it if they were told. It just seems too…unreal. They hide it so perfectly, they could be at this for years and no one would have a clue. Hell, it surprised the crap out of me!

What to do in a situation like this?

“Well, since you won’t tell anyone, you won’t leave your families?”

“I won’t.”

“And I would hardly call that blue haired human and you a family. You mean nothing to me now.”

I shake my head. “Not now, but you are going to get the chance to live to watch me grow up and then we’ll see if I don’t make you proud.”

“Perhaps you can, but we’d have to see about that.” He smirked. I nod, and look from one to the other for a few seconds before asking the question that had been on my mind for a few minutes.

“So…what now?” Goku walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

“Now, we go somewhere.”

“Where?”

They both laugh and in a second our surrounding fade into a dark room. What?

Why are we…here?

TBC.

Yes, yes, I know, it’s been months since I’ve updated. Actually though, this fic was ready about a week after the last chapter. It needed to be formatted and some small details needed to be added. Now, I know that the twist was unexpected but it just came to me. I’ve never done a threesome pairing before, and so this was the opportunity to take my first shot.