The passion of Mirai Trunks

The passion of Mirai Trunks’

A/N: I don’t own Dragonball Z or its characters. This story is like a link to my original fan-fiction “The warrior woman saga”. In this case is when Mirai Trunks travels again through time again this time with Gohan and his son Damian, which for everyone’s surprise (specially for Vegeta) that the child is no other but Kid Buu!
Chapter8: Am I falling in love?

Is been a month since Gohan came back to life and some changes were made. Bulma decide to convince this time to her best friend’s widow to live with them, so the never can be alone or apart. Gohan immediately decided that due to the new enemy that is attempting to earth’s peace, he should stay at Bulma’s for being close to the action. In the end Chi-chi accepted, with his combination of two big eyes coming from Damian. Something that it was noticeable was the fact that Gohan felt somehow attracted to their new friend. He was acting more politely than before, asking her stuff and trying to make sympathy through her son, something that didn’t work out like he liked. “Damian sees you as a big uncle. You should be proud of that.” She told him one day, and his face practically crashed in front of her.

And Trunks, since that day, he’s been acting a little different. He still keep training with eh rand all, but he tried to avoid being alone with her. With the fact that even his mother was teasing him about liking the winged-woman, and that every time that he denies it, the woman’s ex-partners attack and they end up arguing by something done by him or her. Bulma always telling him after they end arguing, that this was how she and Vegeta started at the beginning...

“I’m telling you Gohan, there’s nothing between us, really.” He responded to the million times to his teacher and friend. They were on CC’s sanctuary, and Gohan was looking at him like it was a joke. “Trunks, you know. I know you since you had 2 years old, and believe me, I never saw you like that with a girl. Are you sure that there’s no feeling for her? Any?” he looked at the prince, who was looking at the artificial lake, full of colorful fish. “But who can you see anything in her? She is arrogant, treats me like a child, is stronger than me in many ways, she’s been living here for almost 3 months and I don’t know a shit about her. The only time that we already talk is when we argue about the battle. She can be prefect for a saiyan, but…” “And?” Asked Gohan once more. “I don’t like her! Understood?” then he turned back to the house. “Wait, Trunks!” yelled his friend while stopping him. “So it means that I can flirt with her with no problems?” “Do whatever you want.” He responded in a growl and entered the house.

Trunks entered his room and jumped into his bed. he groaned while sinking his face into the pillow. “I’m acting like a fucking drama queen” he talked to himself. Then, the sound of Rap caught his attention, he knew that he was Gohan already with his music, but why so loud? When he looked outside of the window, his eyes popped out, when he saw his mother, Chi-chi, Damian and Muriel with Gohan in the backyard. He saw that he was showing to the older woman how to move through the rhythm of the music, which lyrics were a little provocative. He was calming down until he saw his best friend trying to get the woman into the ‘stage’.

“Come on Muriel! Join the party, I’ll show you!” he yelled at her. “I’m leaving to train—“ she responded cut by the others. “Aww, come on. At least please me; I’m a teacher after all. This is a party and everyone participates! And as someone who lives here, you must follow the rules, come on!” “Fine, but where is Trunks anyway?” she asked looking around. Trunks hide himself inside of the room his thoughts lost track when he heard the following words; “Maybe he’s studying right now. So come with me and I’ll show you how to move this with a male.”

No knowing the reason yet, his blood started to boil into a degree that he know that he was going to explode, then he fly outside of the window and landed in the middle of the five-people party. He was there in time, because Gohan was already positioning her in front of him, holding her waist, she was looking puzzled by this. “Gohan, you’re getting old. That’s not the way that these dance is done, come Muriel.” And the music stopped by the gaze of the rest. He took her hand and both stood few steps away form his teacher. Gohan just laughed and sit in a chair. “So then Trunks, show us how to dance this then.” Then he saw the trick but it was too late, Muriel was in front of him and he was already holding her waist. The grinning faces of the rest of the gang, including the ‘oh so conservative Chi-chi’ was for a Kodak moment.

“Trunks, is really necessary this kind of contact to show me how to dance?” asked Muriel, looking at him. He immediately let her free and scratched his head Goku-style. the though to himself. “Well…you saw how my mother and Chi-chi danced, right?” “I wasn’t looking until Gohan called me.” She answered in more confidence. “Well…is like…how to explain it…” “Mommy—“ Interrupted Damian with a comfortable smile in his face, to the young man’s luck. “—as I could see, is like the way that you said that the clan dance, with the difference that it is with a partner.” “Is more easy then, and you have been complicating al this. Turn the music on again.” She responded looking at the rest of the group.

Suddenly, the music was turned on again and she started to move her hips in a sensual way, slowing going down and then going back. Then she followed with some hip movements that can be compared to those famous Arabian dances. Trunks and Gohan looked completely in awe, the older saiyan finally made it to be beside the younger one, who even blinked looking at her. “And you said that you’re not interested in her. I don’t want to know what happens when you get truly jealous. I can’t blame you, she’s a cutie.” And then, Trunks finally blinked and looked at his friend. “You still believe that? I told you that---“ “Then why did you acted like this when I was only going to dance, huh? Trunks, I asked you moments ago if you didn’t care if I was going to flirt with her, and you said that I can do whatever I want so don’t tell me that this behavior is not from a male in love, because you are.” He responded before going forward and started to dance with her, right behind her, holding her waist against his. Trunks blinked than twice growled and fly back to his room.

“The conclusion to my past theory is official, I’m an idiot.” He concluded before taking a nap. The evening came and the blue-eye saiyan went down stair to get some food, when he found Muriel with Damian, Chi-chi, Bulma and Gohan and she immediately look up to him. “Trunks, are you going to train today or not? I’ve waiting for you since you got back to your room. Gohan wanted to be your substitute, but I decided to wait for you and then got all together.” She informed him, like not expecting any response from him. “Ok, let’s go, but leave Gohan here, at least for today.” The prince responded. The rest looked up at him in surprise. “Fine then, do you want Damian stay here too?” she asked like it was nothing unusual. “It will be good, thank you.” He responded with a smile, she responded looking at her pink son. “Son, stay here and train Mr. Gohan in that mechanic room. He has to get use to our pace, so make sure that he can get along for next time, ok?” “So it means that I’m a teacher? Like Sheera used to be for Merie?” he asked with sparks in his eyes. “Exactly.” She nodded while he started to jump all over the room. Gohan was mumbling about being defeated again by a little pink boy, while Trunks gave him an evil grin. “Well, let’s go.” Both waved a goodbye and leaved CC.

While they were flying to their destination, both went silent. None of them say a word, until they have the proper place to do it. When they landed to the same place that weeks ago Gohan came back to life, they walked until they were beside of the river and sit down looking at it.

But finally, Muriel speaks up. “So tell me what do you wish to say before we go and train.” He looks at her and then to his own reflection. “I just want to say that I’m sorry for today’s behavior.” She was looking at her own reflection too, and didn’t react by his apologize. “True, it was kind of unpredictable, but you are not sick, right?” he just chuckle at her comment. “No, is just that I don’t liked the way that Gohan…you know…and I decided to get in the way.” Then she stand up. “All right then, let’s go.” And they leave to their favorite place.

After some hours and practically beating up Trunks, they lay down into the green grass, looking at the dark sky, because it was already night. They were silent until she called him and he responded with a grunt. “Trunks, why this planet doesn’t have a moon? Is kind of strange.” It took him a little out of guard, but he responded. “It was by someone called Piccolo whom, to avoid the ozaru transformation of the saiyans during the full moon, he destroyed it.” he rolled to a side so he can see her face. “And who was him to decide that?” she asked, making laugh the young one. “Yeah, is true. In fact, my tail was cut when I was a baby, so I don’t see the reason.” He simply responded.

“Does it matter if I make the moon come back? No planet has its cycle complete without it.” she asked, waiting for any answer. He didn’t know what to answer; after all, he didn’t have his tail, either Gohan. The only full blooded saiyans left were dead many years ago, so it doesn’t matter anymore, right? And what else will happen to them if they don’t have tails anymore? “Sure, I never saw the moon in before, so it can be great.”

And she nodded. “Then I’ll do it after you leave to sleep, make you see me do one of my spells is a little too much.” And then he chuckled. “What, are you afraid that I can learn them and use the spells in my favor?” she stood up and looked at him. “Maybe you are half-saiyan, but still half-human.” “And when are you going to stop to see me only for my blood line? And I don’t know why I’m complaining about this, you are not the first one who had done that.”

“See you only for your blood line? Who else has seen your saiyan side they that I do?” he stands up and looks away from her. “You see, for the last five years I’ve been seen in this planet as the world champion, the one who saved the planet from the androids…and Cell. I’m the future owner of Capsule Corp. the richest company of the whole planet for the last twenty years. I even called cities after people that I admired and loved, North Vegeta, South Goku, East Piccolo and West Krillin. Most of the women that I fell in love in the past only had seen in me for what they knew from magazines, TV shows and the media. And when they see my warrior side, they leave me. (Chuckles) I think that this happens when you have such blood line, huh?” Muriel walks by his side, looking at him blankly.

“Then is strange, because if you say that I treat you like the others, how can be this happening of I only seeing what you wanted me to see?” his eyes went wide open and looked back at her still confused face. “Trunks that was the real reason that you were acting like this since Gohan got revived?” and then, he flies away.

Back at Capsule Corp.

Trunks stormed into his room, something that according to his mother Vegeta do every time that they had a fight or something like that. “Why did I told her all that? Argh, I don’t get it! Why did I have jealous? Why did I tell her that? Why did I hold her and acted like that the other day? But what I’m talking about!? I’m not jealous that she was with Gohan! I don’t want anything with her! But still…I feel better now. Oh, Kami what’s the meaning of this? I don’t know…” and suddenly he fell asleep in his bed.

Gohan was seeing everything since Trunks entered his room, with sparkle in his eyes. “I won’t let her go that easily Trunks. If she chooses you, then I’ll give up, but until then this will be a friendly competition between saiyans.”

The next day…

Trunks woke up in the morning, too early to his taste. He went down to the kitchen only to see the reason of his last night’s confusion alone and looking at the window. She looked fresh and like she had a great night, but seeing her in that place so early make him doubt if he should go and talk to her or avoid her. His mind was screaming for the first option. “Morning.” He muttered while walking beside her.

“I know that is morning already, but why everyone here reminds me that every morning?” he looked at her and smiled, “is a polite way to say hello to someone that you see every day. If is in the morning, you say ‘good morning’ or ‘morning’. When is in the noon, you say ‘good afternoon’ and when is in the night you say ‘good night’. You can even say that last one when someone that you know is going to sleep.” “You humans and your polite ways, you have to do that in the difficult way.” He looked down, she was at it again. “But I think that saying that will not hurt anyone, so good morning to you too Trunks.” He looks back at her and smiles, seeing in the background his mother, with a evilly smile that says ‘I see you.’

Then he takes the whole package of bread with two-family size bowls of peanut butter and grape jelly. After finishing his twenty-four sandwich, he sees that she is still there, sitting in the chair looking now at the stairs. The silence was eating him, and Bulma is still watching the scene, like it was the last romantic sitcom. “Are you waiting for Damian, don’t you? You are quite early today.” She looks back it him, a little surprised that he finally spoke up. “My sister and daughter hadn’t attacked in the last weeks, that means that something is going to happen and Damian must be prepared in case that he had to fight.” “I don’t believe that he has to fight after all.” He interrupted, gulping the last of his passion fruit juice. “He has you as his mother, and you are the strongest of all. And there’s me, I promise that I’ll protect him with all of me.” Then she looked back at the stairs, and he blushed.

“You may think that I’m saying this to just say something bravely, and I’ll prove you that what I say is real.” then he stands up and grabs her arm. This action surprises the woman but avoids his intentions. “Trunks, what are you doing?” “Mother, please come and get her some clothes, because today she going to college with me.”