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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. Nor do I own any characters from Harry Potter. They are the
property of Warner Bros. Studios and creator JK Rowling. 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: those who have read and didn’t review thanks for
reading thus far. I hope you enjoyed it.
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will be ignored.
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.
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Chapter
8: Introspective
Dragging
himself from bed, Gohan walked silently into the bathroom to relieve his aching
bladder. After washing his hands and turning off the light, the half-Saiyan
exited his bedroom to go check on his daughter.
Down
the hall, the nursery was quiet. Pan was still sleeping. Gohan peered down at
his twelve month old baby girl. Eyes closed in slumber, Pan hugged her favorite
stuffed animal close to her little body. She
was the best thing for Gohan. He pulled the blankets around her before heading
back to his bedroom.
He
stopped just inside the doorway, taking a
good look around. Videl was sound asleep, which he thanked Kami and Dente for.
She had been trying to get pregnant again,
but that required him to have sexual relations with her,
and once was enough. Gohan had no desire whatsoever to have another baby with
Videl—he was happy with Pan.
They
fought more often and as usual, Gohan left to stay with mom, until he started staying back home full-time, only
visiting his daughter. The half-Saiyan sighed….
his life sucked royally. Tonight was the first night that Gohan’s been back at home for an overnight visit in two months.
oOoOoOo
Trunks
had been searching for his son for the past
half hour. “Grh! Where is that kid?!” Frustrated, the heir of Capsule Corp.
stuck his head through the entrance of his mother’s work room,
“Mom! Have you seen Chibi? It’s time for him to go to bed.”
“Hai, dear. He’s in your Father’s
Gravity Room,” Bulma shouted back from deep within her downstairs lab.
So, that’s
where the little imp has been. Trunks released the lock after
he returned the room to normal gravity.
“Hey, Chibi.”
“Hiya, Dad. What’s up?”
“It’s
late. Time for bed.”
Trunks
made sure his son took his shower, and led him into bed. Normally, the half-Saiyan had to pull teeth just to get his little boy to
wash, but whatever the reason for his son’s compliance
tonight, Trunks was not going to curse his luck as he climbed in beside his
son, reaching for a book to read.
“No,
Dad, I don’t wanna hear that.”
Smiling,
Trunks replaced the book. “All right, Chibi.
Tell me what would you like to hear, hmm?”
“Tell
me about when you and Father got together.”
Trunks
swallowed the lump in his throat. Tears sprang into his eyes as he looked down
at his son—a miniature replica of Gohan with the exception of his eyes. His son
had startling bright azure orbs.
Steeling
his nerves, Trunks began his tale. “We decided we
needed to talk about us, so we went on a little vacation for a couple of
months-”
“When
did I come into the picture?” his son asked with awe at
hearing about his father. His blue eyes became lit with stars.
Trunks
chuckled at the boy. He acted so much like his mate. “The night before my
departure to come back home to your grandmother, your Father and I shared
something special…”
oOoOoOo
The
smell of food drifted lazily throughout the spacious two-story dome shaped
house. Chi-Chi stood at the sink peeling vegetables to go along with the
evening meal. Of late, her oldest son had been coming over for dinner, had been for well over six months now.
She
asked Gohan if everything was alright between him and Videl. Gohan (just like
his father) placed a hand behind his head laughing and said everything was
fine. Yet, fine didn’t quite reach
her son’s expressive dark eyes. She was worried about him and her grandchild.
Deep
within her heart, Chi-Chi now realized that she shouldn’t have forced Gohan to marry Videl. His marriage was
falling apart like hers and Bulma’s. She couldn’t get mad or even upset.
Saiyans were automatically drawn to their own species.
“Oh,
Goku, I wish you were here to help,” she said into
the emptiness of her kitchen.
Goku
and Vegeta decided to stay in England as teaching assistants for the Defense Against the
Dark Arts, but they promised to come home for holidays and the summer. She was
happy for them. The full-blooded Saiyans needed a change of scenery especially, after Vegeta had miscarried
their first baby.
However,
her thoughts drifted back to her oldest son. She was worried about him, and after talking with Videl a few times,
Chi-Chi knew, she just knew, that Gohan was not in love with Videl. And it
was her fault for making him marry Videl.
At
the time, Chi-Chi truly believed that Videl would make Gohan happy or at least
content; but the only thing that it had done was make Gohan more withdrawn from
with his family. He now worked longer hours at the office and spent a lot of
time here with her or at Capsule Corporation
on his off days. Gohan had basically moved in back home with her. Chi-Chi was
delighted for the company of her son since Goten was
away at college with Trunks, but Gohan
should have been
in his own home with his wife and daughter.
The
toddler was a ball of energy and she bore a
striking resemblance to Videl.
There
was nothing for it, Gohan needed to be with the one who captured his heart.
Unfortunately, Chi-Chi had no clue to who it might
be.
Biting
the tip of her thumb nail, Chi-Chi sat down thinking… without a doubt, she was
going to need some assistance with this puzzle if she wanted to save her son’s
sanity, because the situation between him and Videl was going to get a lot
worse, much worse.
oOoOoOo
Today
was Trunks’ birthday, and Bulma had planned a special surprise for her son. She had
finally gotten all the repairs done to Trunks’ time machine and had replaced the power unit. When Bulma had
removed the old one, it looked as if Vegeta had fried it to a crisp with a ki
blast.
She
laughed as she thought back to when Vegeta and Goku would train, and the prince would lose his temper, and just
blow up things. Bulma sighed. She missed
those days, and her friends.
It
was still early, hours yet before Trunks
would be home from work and that granted Bulma the time she needed to prepare a
small party for him.
“Grandma,
why can’t we just tell Dad?”
“Because,
sweetheart, it’s a surprise. You know how you like getting surprises?” Bulma
replied trying to reason with her four year old grandson.
“Hai! But Dad’s a big guy,” the
youngster answered spreading his arms out as far as he could and standing on
his toes to emphasize
his dad’s height.
“Well,
every now and then we adults like to be surprised at least once in our boring lives,”
Bulma said with a bright beaming smile for her only
grandson.
A few hours later, and the front door opened and closed. “Mom! Chibi! I’m home!” Trunks called
out, sitting his briefcase down behind the
door and removing his shoes.
Walking
into the family room, Trunks saw that it was decorated with streamers and
balloons, some of which read: Happy Birthday! Or, Lucky #26.
Trunks was stunned speechless. His mother and son had thrown him a birthday party. Tears gathered in azure
eyes.
“Happy
birthday, Trunks,” Bulma announced placing a small gifted-wrapped present in his hands as Chibi did the
same.
“Happy birthday, Dad.”
No
longer could Trunks hold back his tears, and he
hugged both of them.
“Thanks,
this really means a lot to me,” Trunks said in a low tone, his voice full of
emotion.
As
the night grew later, it came time for Trunks to open his gifts. Chibi was
sound asleep on the sofa after eating so much cake and ice-cream.
Trunks
opened his son’s present first. Inside the colorful wrapping was a picture
Chibi had drawn using crayons. Four stick figures stood out
vividly on the white sketching paper, with
captions below each person: Grandma, Dad, me, Father.
Again
tears welled up in Trunks’ eyes as he looked to his mom. Bulma hugged him and
Trunks just cried harder.
“I
can’t give him… what… he wants… mom,” Trunks said in between his sobbing and
sniffling.
“It
will be okay, honey,” she answered, rubbing
soothing circles on his back to calm him. “Here. Why don’t you open my gift, it
might put you in a better mood.”
Not
protesting in the least, Trunks, as quietly
as he could, ripped
the paper off the box, and gasped.
Never, in a million years,
would Trunks have guessed that his mother would
know this was what he wanted. There,
in the medium sized box, was a power cell to
the time machine.
“Now,
honey, don’t say a word. I want you to go and be with Gohan,” Bulma said, her
voice quivering a little.
“I
can’t, mom.”
“And why not? You see that little boy over there….” Bulma pointed
to her slumbering grandchild. “He needs his father.
And not to slight your manhood in anyway, Trunks, but you’re more his
mother than his father. But you also need
Gohan. You’re fading, Trunks. I see you
wasting away every day, and you won’t
survive another year being parted from him.”
True.
Everything Bulma had said
was the absolute truth. Trunks had been too
long without his mate, and now the bond was
slowly killing him.
Trunks
hugged his mother tightly. “Thanks, mom.”
“Sure,
honey, just…” Bulma sniffed a little. “… just make sure that when, and if you come back,
that you come back with Gohan, okay?”
“Okay, mom. I can do that,” Trunks promised.
So,
the following day, Trunks set out getting all of his affairs in order and
making sure that if he stayed gone longer
than four years, then
his mother would have some personal aid.
Trunks realized that she wasn’t as young as she once was, and she needed to have someone around the compound to make
sure that she didn’t overwork herself in the lab,
or at the corporate office.
Packing
what he could, Trunks, along with` his son, climbed into the time machine with
high hopes of seeing Gohan.
“Are
you ready, Chibi?”
“Hai!”
“Alright
then, let’s go meet your father.”
Bulma waved good-bye to her precious boys, wiping tears of joy from
sad wrinkled eyes, as the ship lifted off the launch pad, disappearing on the
journey back in time.
oOoOoOo
Rrring!
Rrring!
“Hai, hai, hai! Moshi, moshi… hey, Bulma,
what’s up? ...Gohan? Oh, he’s not here. I think he’s at the office. Oh, you wanted to see me? Um, sure. Chi-Chi is babysitting Pan, so sure
I’ll come over. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Hmm, I wonder
what she wants? Videl pondered as
she took to the air to meet with her friend.
oOoOoOo
Ten
minutes later, Videl found herself sitting in the
kitchen of Bulma Briefs. She watched the blue haired genius pour two cups of
coffee, placing one of the elegant china cups
in front of her. Then Bulma slid into the seat across from her.
“Videl, I’m going to get straight to the point,” Bulma said.
“Okay.”
“How
have things been with you and Gohan?” Bulma asked,
taking a sip of strong black java.
“Oh,
things have been fine. We’ve been trying for another baby, but you know Gohan. He says that he’s not ready
for another child yet,” Videl automatically answered,
not drinking anything. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m
asking because I think that it’s time for you to face the facts, and the fact is Gohan doesn’t-”
“Whatever
negativity you’re going say to me save it, Bulma,” Videl said interrupting the
heiress.
“No,
I’m not saying anything negative, Videl, but I don’t want you believe that by
trying to have another baby it’s going to
make Gohan stay with you.”
Videl scoffed. “I
thought that I was your friend, Bulma?”
“You
are, Videl. I just don’t want to see you hurt.”
“Hurt?
By whom? Vegeta? He’s not here to threaten me any longer. I know he wasn’t
exactly thrilled when Gohan and I got married, but that’s his problem,” Videl
countered.
“Videl, you chased after Gohan knowing that he wasn’t in love with you. He married you because-”
“Gohan
married me because I wasn’t afraid to commit to a relationship,” Videl vented. She stood,
breathing heavily from her anger.
“No,
Videl, Gohan didn’t marry you for that reason,” Bulma calmly replied, finishing off her cup of coffee. She then said
what Videl had feared the most. “Gohan married you because he couldn’t be with
Mirai.”
“That’s
not true,” Videl argued.
Bulma was ready to pull out her hair. “Okay, fine. Be in denial, but
remember what I told you when Gohan either files for divorce, or leaves you
altogether.”
“Gohan
wouldn’t break-up our marriage for…for another man.
He’s not like that,” Videl replied.
“No?
Then I guess we’ll have to wait and see, won’t
we,” Bulma smartly answered,
getting up and collecting the coffee cups, placing them in the dishwasher.
“What
is that supposed to mean, Bulma?”
“I
hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if you really sit down and think about it, Videl, Gohan has not been staying at
home with you. He’s practically living back
at home with his mother—he’s avoiding you. Gohan’s avoiding hurting you and
Pan. He’s going to leave you whether you accept it or not,” Bulma explained.
Videl moved from the table, walking towards
the back door.
“Just
because your marriage failed with Vegeta, doesn’t mean that mine will. I don’t
have to worry about him coming into
my life,” Videl said.
“Watch
what you say, Videl. That’s
mine and Vegeta’s son you’re talking about,” Bulma
replied rather hotly.
“Either
way it goes, he’s not here,” Videl answered, exiting
out the door.
Little
did she realize that her world was about to
change, and not for the better.
oOo TBC oOo
A/N:
Well, how is that? Videl is living in her dream world,
not wanting to come to grips that Gohan will leave her. Does any one believe
that she is right and Bulma’s wrong? Will Mirai actually come back and let
Gohan know that he has a son? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned for the next
chapter.
Nemesis
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