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Worlds Apart	By : ArchNemesis Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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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 contain. So, if you are AGAINST
such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.

Special thanks to: NiceNipps, Murphyangel, teiboi,and to those who have read and
didn�t review thanks for reading thus far. I hope you enjoyed
it.

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Beta-reader by Mitts: Thank you so much for taking on yet another
project with me! You�re the best! Any mistakes made after Mitts has done her
job are all mine.

oOoOoOo

Chapter 6: Not Happy

Nine months of being pregnant had been murder
for the half-Saiyan prince. In a word, Trunks was miserable. His body couldn�t
decide if it wanted to be cold or hot. He was either in the indoor swimming
pool to keep cool or else he was to be found sitting in the luxurious jacuzzi to warm himself up. Trunks
also kept either the air-conditioning on at glacial climates or the heater on
at blistering tropical temperatures.

In addition to that, his stretched skin across
his belly itched, viciously. On more than one occasion, Bulma
had popped him on his hand for attempting to scratch the itchy places. If that
wasn�t enough, it didn�t help that he was also sexually frustrated.

He spent too many nights jerking off in the
solitude of his room.

The best thing that he learned though; when he
had woken the morning after he and Gohan mated, was that they had grown their
tails back; and his became a very useful tool when Trunks needed some relief.
The purple furred appendage was sensitive to touch, and stroking it
simultaneously with his erection brought him instant gratification each and every
time.

On those days, Bulma
learned to stay out of his way and out of the house. She couldn�t stand to hear
her son�s throaty moaning or keen wailing as he climaxed.

And kid�s say it was bad hearing their parents
having sex! It was just as worse hearing one�s own child masturbating down the
hall.

oOoOoOo

Tinkering away in her lab as usual, Bulma had managed to make another power cell for Trunks�
time machine; but she didn�t tell him though. She didn�t want him traveling
anywhere since he was so close to having his baby.

Of course Bulma tried
to get him to tell her who the father was of his baby, but Trunks adamantly
refused to give her a name. Bulma backed off, but she
was still curious as to who would ensnare her son�s heart.

No one struck her as being of exceptional
attraction to her son, apart from maybe Goku or Gohan. She didn�t know Goten very well, had only gathered a little information
about him from what Trunks had told her and he seemed a bit young too
young to date.

At any rate, by the last ultra-sound she
conducted last week, Trunks was due any day. She couldn�t wait! Bulma all ready purchased baby clothes, furniture, diapers,
bottles, wipes and everything else that a newborn infant would need for the
sake of spending money.

All of the things that she had saved from when
Trunks was born were destroyed by the androids. Pity, really. Her father
had made a lot of nifty toys for Trunks.

Bulma sighed thinking about her daddy and mom. She just wished that they
were alive to welcome their great-grandchild into the world.

oOoOoOo

Waking with a start, Trunks jumped out of bed
with an energy that he haven�t had since the beginning of his pregnancy.

The first task that he completed was taking off
the linen sheets on his bed and replacing them with fresh ones, along with a
new comforter set that he had purchased awhile ago but never had a reason to
put it on, until now. He wanted a different look for his room and this was the
best way he could think of to start it.

Next, he picked up all the clothes off his
floor. Afterwards he vacuumed. Following that, Trunks dusted.

The half-Saiyan stopped for a breather then, but
soon went back to cleaning his room�even going as far as doing his laundry
without having his mother harp on at him to do it. He straightened his desk.
Once his desk was in order, Trunks moved on to the bathroom.

Accomplishing that chore, he went down to the
kitchen to eat a late afternoon snack. He didn�t see his mother, so Trunks
guessed that she was in the lab working on something, she usually did to keep
her mind off of certain subjects, one being his father. He never mentioned
Vegeta; and he knew she would come to him if she wanted him to know something
about his father.

Trunks still had some work to do from the
office, so he guessed that he should at least get his work out the way.

But first, he needed a recharge, Trunks battery
gave out and he wanted to get some rest before he tackled anything from work.
He returned to his room after a filling meal to lie down.

Cleaning with little rest had tired him and
Trunks just wanted a quick nap.

A couple of hours passed during Trunks nap.
Every so often, at the deepest part of his mind, he was aware of feeling the
tightening and relaxing of his stomach, but he slept on oblivious to what his
body was trying to tell him.

oOoOoOo

It was early evening when Bulma
came out of the lab. She had washed her hands and changed clothes before going
to check on her son. Trunks had been awfully quiet today and she wanted to make
sure that everything was all right with him.

Walking into his room, she immediately noticed
that something was wrong. His blinds were wide opened and his room was
spotless.

What in the world made him clean his bedroom? Bulma thought.

She was absolutely stunned at how clean her
son�s room was. Any other time, she would have to fight Trunks tooth and nail
to get him to merely pick-up his training weights and clothes that littered the
floor. Now, it was cleaned�to perfection.

A weak groan tore Bulma
from her shocked musing.

�Trunks? What�s wrong, honey?� She went instantaneously over to the huddled
form in the bed.

�I�I don�t know, Mom. My stomach�it hurts,� he
answered before groaning again.

Bulma sat behind her son and placed a loving hand on his distended belly.
The movement was slight but it was enough to indicate to her the urgency for
immediate action. Bulma tossed back the covers and
grabbed hold of the pregnant youth.

�Trunks, listen to me, I need for you walk to
walk to the lab. Can you do that for me, dear?� Bulma
asked in a calm tone of voice. Being hysterical was not going to aid her
son, who was in the beginning stages of labor.

oOoOoOo

Straining against the bedding, Trunks did his
best to work through the next contraction.

�Damn you, Gohan to Hell and back!� he shouted,
struggling for his breath. Tears blurred his vision as the pain tapered off. He
cried silently wishing that his mate was with him, at least to help him get
through this agonizing ordeal. His mother had never mentioned that giving birth
would hurt this much.

Bulma watched her son out of the corner of her own misty azure eyes while
listening to the doctor explain how the procedure was going to go, and what
Trunks should expect. He knew the situation about Trunks being a half-Saiyan,
and offered his assistance during Trunks pregnancy, which was a relief.

Like clock work, Bulma
and the doctor prepped Trunks for delivery in Capsule Corporation�s medical
lab.

oOoOoOo

A couple of hours later, Trunks was resting in the comforts of his own room. Bulma cooed softly to her grandchild, patting him gently on
his back.

It felt good to have a baby in her arms once
again, she just wished that Vegeta had lived long enough for them to have
another one, but the androids had destroyed that dream, along with many
dreams of other people on the planet.

Setting the baby into his bassinet, Bulma checked on her son. Trunks groaned slightly but
remained asleep, which she wasn�t surprised at. The surgery had taken over two
hours and Bulma had to heavily sedate Trunks. He'd began fighting with her as his contractions had become
worse. The baby had to be delivered by c-section as there was no expandable
exit for the infant.

In the end, though, Trunks was put under for
the incision to be made. The doctor had carefully lifted the child from Trunks�
uterus, placing the tiny bundle directly into her awaiting arms. Right then, as
Bulma stared at her grandson, she knew with all her
heart that the child was Gohan�s. Not the Gohan the
she knew, but the one from the past.

She was there with Goku when the little guy was
born, and both Gohan and Trunks� son looked identical, right down to the fluffy
furred tail that lazily waved around until he was wrapped in a blanket.

Bulma promised herself that she would do everything possible for Trunks to
get back to his mate. She still had some time to work on the time machine and
she would make sure that it would be ready for Trunks quarterly trip.

After all, she wasn�t a genius for nothing.

oOo TBC oOo

A/N:
Well, how is that? Hmm, it seems that Bulma is
cooking up a plan to get Trunks and Gohan reunited. Think it will happen? Don�t
know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter to find out.

Nemesis
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