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Chapter 9 – Need
Trunks awakes with the
feeling that something is wrong. Toorah’s still lying beside him, but Vegeta is
missing. He gets up and closes his eyes to sense where Vegeta has gone. He
doesn’t have to look far; on the other side of the cave, Vegeta’s sleeping
soundly in Radditz’ arms.
“Radditsu…” Trunks
growls, his vision turns red. His tail lashes out behind him, then he charges.
“What the…” Curses and
grunts are heard as Trunks attacks Radditz, waltzing over Vegeta in the
process. The tables soon turn though
as Vegeta grabs Trunks’ tail and brings him down to his knees in pain.
“KAMI DAMN IT WHELP,
ARE YOU INSANE?” Vegeta towers over him, burning with rage. Radditz is nursing
his bleeding nose in the background.
“Do you think you can
attack Radditz because you’re stronger than he is? Do you really think I’d let
you?”
Trunks growls at him
in frustration. He acted on instinct, not on rational thoughts.
“Leave him alone,
Vegeta,” Radditz says. “He didn’t mean no harm.”
Trunks finally snaps
out of it and stops growling at Vegeta. Nani? Radditz is defending him?
“Oh sure he didn’t,”
Vegeta spits. “Tell that to your broken nose.”
“It ain’t broken!”
Radditz snarls. “Now let go of his tail!”
Trunks watches the
soundless battle between Vegeta and Radditz. Suddenly he feels how his tail is
released.
“If I catch you doing
so much as thinking a wrong thought about him, I swear to Kami, I’ll skin you
alive.” Vegeta stomps off.
Radditz approaches
Trunks and punches him in the shoulder playfully.
“That was the stupidest thing to do if you’re trying to gain a place
on Geta’s favorite’s list.”
“I wasn’t trying
anything,” Trunks replies weakly. His shoulders slouch down.
“I know,” Radditz
answers. “That’s why I defended you. You weren’t thinking. Just make sure it
doesn’t happen again.”
Trunks lowers his
head, tears welling up in his crystal blue eyes. The smell of Vegeta on Radditz
is driving him crazy! He can see the bite mark on Radditz’ shoulder, it’s like
a neon sign in Vegas. Involuntarily he clenches his fists at his sides.
“Damn it kid, you’ve
got it bad!” Radditz backs away from him, leaving the cave.
“Trunks, you idiot,”
he hears Toorah’s mocking voice behind him. “Don’t mess with my parents. Vegeta
already told you he’d bond with you, so have some fucking patience.”
“That’s the problem,”
Trunks hisses. “I’m done waiting, I’ve waited long enough!” His body is shaking
with pure frustration.
‘There’s plenty of
things we can do to kill time…’ Toorah switches to telepathy as he unceremoniously
pushes Trunks to the ground and pounces on him.
“Come on, Vegeta,
don’t be such a stuck up baka,” Radditz complains. “We need to talk about what happened.”
“What part of “leave
me alone” didn’t you understand, soldier? GET OUT!” Vegeta turns his back on
Radditz, shaking with rage.
“Or you’ll do what?”
Radditz stands his
ground, knowing that Vegeta can’t hurt him that bad since he’s already dead.
‘Relax, koi, you’re
overreacting. Let’s sit down and talk about what’s eating you.’
After a few moments, Vegeta
surrenders to Radditz’ soothing thoughts and flops down on the floor.
“I’m scared,” he
blurts out.
Radditz eyes go wide
in surprise. “Then why did you agree to mate him?”
“The only other
solution was to turn him into a submissive Saiyan… I refused. It would be like
forcing myself to be submissive… Impossible. It would be so degrading…”
“So you agreed to mate
him, but you’re afraid to do so. Why?”
“Excuse me, have you seen him just a few seconds ago? He was
about to rip out your guts with his bare hands!”
Radditz smiles. “Yeah,
he’s a true son of his father…”
“Why the hell are you
defending him anyway?” Vegeta snarls.
“I’m not. I’m just
trying to make you see that he’s so much like you! He’s probably scared as
well. Maybe he doesn’t realize, since his need to be with you is greater than
anything right now. I think you should talk to him and work things out.”
“Talk… I should show
him who’s boss, that’s what I should do.”
“I won’t work on him,
Geta. He’s dominant.”
Articulate curses
emanate from Vegeta’s throat as he realizes he has no other choice. He has to
talk to Trunks.
Mirai Trunks lies on
his back, half asleep, half unconscious. Next to him is Toorah, bloody and
beaten. With a huge grin on his face. He downs a senzu bean and turns around
when he hears the curtains covering the entrance of the room rustle.
“Hi dad,” he greets
Vegeta. “If you want to talk to him, better come back later. He’ll be out of it
for quite some time.”
Vegeta sniffs the air.
It’s heavy with pheromones and the smell of blood. He senses anger and pain as
well.
“It’s a good thing you
had senzu, son,” Vegeta says hoarsely, counting the blood stains on the sheets.
“Feh! I could’ve lasted
another round.” Toorah gets up, glancing at Mirai Trunks before putting on some
loose pants. “I guess you want me to leave?”
“Please.”
Toorah is baffled. He
never heard his father utter that word before. He leaves without another word.
Vegeta sits down next
to Mirai Trunks and waits.
Red fabric is
everywhere around him, muffling his cries for help. He looks down on himself,
hammering into Toorah, clawing onto his bare back.
“How does it feel,
Trunks, to become what you hate most?” A deep, dark voice hits his ears. The
red fabric rushes over his thighs, his groin, the base of his tail. Cold sweat
runs over Trunks’ face. He can’t get out… Fear tugs at his chest, crushing his
ribs with fatal pressure.
“Can’t… breathe…” His
face cringes at the numbing sensation of desperation. He is powerless.
“Wake up, Trunks. It’s
just a dream.”
The voice of Vegeta
pushes him to the surface. Gasping for air, Trunks wakes up. His body is
trembling with the intense experience of fear.
“Thanks…”
Vegeta is shocked by
the look in Mirai’s eyes. It reminds him of the look in his own eyes, staring
at his face in the mirror after a nightmare in which Frieza played the major
part. He puts his hand on Mirai’s shoulder, squeezing it gently.
“Relax…”
Mirai sighs deeply as
he is comforted by Vegeta’s ki.
“You’re not mad at me
anymore?” Crystal blue eyes look into Vegeta’s black ones.
“No. But I’ve been
thinking since you attacked Radditz. We need to talk, Trunks. I promised I’d
bond with you. I never break a promise.”
“I know that… I can’t
seem to control myself! And I don’t understand how you can!”
Vegeta looks at the
young man understandingly. “I can explain to you why I don’t have the intense
urge to pounce on you all the time.”
Mirai’s face turns
red.
“I already established
two bonds, one of them a deep bond. I agreed to bond with you because I’d
rather kill myself than turn you into a submissive Saiyan.”
Tears form in Mirai’s
eyes when he hears Vegeta say that.
“So you don’t… have
feelings for me?”
Vegeta grins widely.
“You know better than that.”
“Then what are we
waiting for?” Mirai looks at Vegeta expectantly.
“The truth is…” Vegeta
casts his eyes down.
“I have no idea how we
can establish a ‘devil’s bond’. I wanted to talk to my father first to find out
what we’re supposed to do. Secondly, Kakarot and I did some serious memory
sharing before we bonded. I’m not sure if you can handle bonding without it.”
“How so?” Trunks’ eyes
seem to darken a bit.
“My childhood was
pretty fucked up,” Vegeta states coldly.
“So was mine,” Trunks
replies.
“In that case, it’ll work
both ways. I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”
Trunks nods. Then he
asks: “So how come you know what a devil’s bond is, but don’t know how to form
one?”
“I suck at rituals. I
tend to change them even if I know exactly how they should be performed. But
even I don’t have the guts to mess with a devil’s bond. Since my father does
know all the Saiyan rituals by heart, I’ll go ask him.”
“And the memory
sharing?”
“Tomorrow.”
As soon as their
mental link severs, Vegeta knows that he has made a mistake. Instead of hitting
the ground unconscious, Mirai Trunks starts to power up.
“Kami damn it… You
motherfucking asshole! I’ll kill you!” Mirai attacks Vegeta with passion,
already on the brink of SSJ 2.
Vegeta fazes out just
in time and releases a ki drain attack on Mirai. It costs him surprisingly much
energy to drain Trunks’ power; it’s like he’s drawing power from some kind of
secret buried inside his mind. His rage is worse than Vegeta has ever
witnessed. In the end, Vegeta succeeds at draining Trunks’ energy and catches
his limp body before it hits the ground.
“What the hell was all
that about, kid?”
He carries Trunks
inside, his mind filled with question marks.
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