Warning: This chapter starts off a bit rough.
Chapter 3.
Trunks heard the shatter of glass against a hard surface and he was immediately more alert. He hadn't been asleep. He had been waiting for Zion to return.
He jumped up and ran to where the noise had come from and arrived in time to see the broken remains rise off the floor and fix themselves into the pot plant it once was.
"Woah. Amazing." Trunks muttered.
Zion's attention whipped to him and his expression became a glare.
"What were you doing?" Trunks asked quietly.
He was hoping that the answer wouldn't be torturing humans. He had a feeling that his brother was painfully honest.
"Having fun with the local females." Zion replied with a smirk that spoke volumes.
"W-well I hope you used protection." Trunks spluttered going red.
"Protection? Dear brother what on I believe the phrase is Earth are you talking about?" Zion said with genuine confusion.
Trunks studied his brother carefully. Was he playing with him? If Zion was then he couldn't see it in his face but that meant nothing. Trunks decided it wasn't worth it to take the bait. He was rewarded for his suspicions when Zion smirked wolfishly.
"What's the matter little brother? Wanna tell me you've never been with a girl. I like these ones because they look so much like me." Zion said waving his tail for emphasise.
"Urg, you're such a jerk. I'm going to bed. It's too damn late for this." Trunks said walking away.
"Well I suppose saving the world does get distracting. Now the world doesn't need saving anymore." Zion said suggestively while keeping pace with him.
"Like I said I'm going to bed." Trunks replied warily.
He opened his door and started to remove his jacket. He sensed Zion behind him but he decided to ignore it. Zion moved so fast he didn't even sense it coming. He found himself once again pinned to a wall with Zion's face mere inches from his.
"Perhaps brother it is not girls you're interested in." Zion whispered in his ear before crushing his lips to Trunks'.
Trunks was momentarily frozen. What was this? Zion prevented him from moving anywhere and he tried. Once Trunks got over the shock of what Zion was doing he struggled and struggled violently, but it wasn't enough. Zion's tongue was in his mouth and Trunks wasn't sure if he had let it happen or if Zion had forced it, but his body was beginning to heat up. His mind screamed NO while his body reacted to his brother's advances. Zion pressed his body against Trunks' and Trunks could feel his arousal. It only made him struggle more.
Zion pulled back and Trunks could see the heat in his eyes. He started to panic. How far would Zion take this? Trunks was literally powerless to stop him. Zion leaned forward again and started to kiss Trunks' neck. He swallowed as his brother nibbled his ear.
"I hate you. In this moment, right this very second I hate you." Trunks managed to say hoarsely through clenched teeth.
"Don't tease me brother." Zion growled huskily in his ear.
Zion then pulled away completely and dropped Trunks to the floor. Trunks watched in utter shock as Zion walked out of his room and down the hall to his own room.
Trunks scrambled off the floor. Brother or not damaged didn't even begin to describe the guy. Trunks grabbed his sword from the spot he had been leaving it the past few days and lay on his bed with it clutched tightly to his chest. It took him awhile but eventually he began to drift off. As he slipped into the world of dreams Trunks swore he heard his brother's cruel chuckle and if he didn't know better he would have sworn he felt him watching him too.
When Trunks walked into the kitchen the next morning he looked terrible. He had rings under his eyes and his bags had bags. His hair was in all directions and he looked only half awake. When he saw Zion however he went a deep shade of red and looked quickly away.
"Trunks honey, you look terrible. Are you feeling ohkay?" Bulma asked walking to him and putting a hand to his forehead.
"I'm fine. I just didn't get much sleep." Trunks protested quickly moving his head away from his mother's hand.
"Why I slept just fine?" Zion asked innocently.
Trunks just glared at him making Zion smirk. Great, his brother was a psycho who had a thing for sexual torture. Maybe this was his way of getting back at Trunks for seeing his memory. Trunks attacked his food as he thought it over. Punishment or psychotic? Punishment or psychotic? Punishment or psychotic . . .
When he was finished with his breakfast he was no closer to the answer than when he had started. Zion said nothing and that only made Trunks madder. He washed his dishes with the same ferocity that he had eaten his food. He had a scowl on his face that Bulma thought looked too damn much like Vegeta's.
"Trunks honey, why don't you go back to bed?" she suggested in concern.
Trunks barked out a humourless laugh. Not likely. Zion was still around. Didn't he have some humans to terrorize? Trunks froze at the last thought. What the hell was he thinking? He chanced a glance at Zion. He had his arms crossed over his chest and he was smirking like he knew something that he shouldn't.
"Actually, Bulma, Trunks and I had plans for today. Didn't we brother?" Zion asked sweetly.
"We did?" Trunks asked deliberately playing stupid.
"Yeah we discussed it last night when you should have been sleeping. Then you wouldn't be so tired that you're forgetful." Zion replied unfazed.
Trunks swallowed. What was Zion up to? Trunks stormed out of the room and went to brush his teeth. He sure wasn't planning on letting Zion do anything, not this time. When he was done with his teeth he strapped on his sword and walked out of his room only to come nose to nose with his brother.
"You really think that little toy is going to help?" Zion asked with amusement gleaming in his cold eyes.
"Leave me alone Zion." Trunks snapped walking around the older man.
Zion was four years older than him so that made him twenty. Trunks shook the thought from his mind. Why was he even bothering? He heard Zion tsk and before he grabbed his arm and flew out the open balcony doors in Zion's room.
"Did you not hear me tell your mother that we had plans brother?" Zion asked rhetorically.
"Let me go! Trunks yelled.
Zion did and it surprised Trunks so much that he didn't catch himself until he was a few inches above the rubble cleared ground. He righted himself and lowered to the ground. He looked around he realised that Zion had flown a lot faster than he had originally thought. They were in the now cleared ruin from the day before.
He sensed Zion before he saw him. Zion slammed his fist into Trunks' stomach. The breath whooshed from him lungs and he fell to his knees trying and failing to get a lungful of air. Zion gripped his hair and yanked his head back. Trunks was forced to stare into the cold eyes of his brother.
"Did you really think I'd let what you did go unpunished? You knew what you were doing. It wasn't an accident." Zion stated harshly.
Trunks couldn't even breathe let alone reply. He could only watch helplessly as Zion's fist flew to his face. There was a loud crunch as his nose broke. Zion roughly shoved him away and Trunks fell forward, finally able to draw in a strangled gasp of air.
"When are you going to realise that I'm not your enemy? I'm not here to hurt you." Trunks asked weakly, trying to ignore the throb of pain that had taken hold of his entire body.
"Oh I know it. That's why you aren't dead yet." Zion replied with a smirk, bordering on insane.
He took off into the air, leaving Trunks to find a way to explain to his mother what had happened. Zion had taken the senzu beans with him and Trunks couldn't stop the scream of anger when he realised this.
"Don't worry brother, I'll find a way to beat you. I already know where I'm going to look. I said the time machine was out of energy, not that it could not be replaced." Trunks said to himself, at the same time making up his mind.
He struggled to his feet. He had supplies to find and it wasn't going to be easy. He could only hope that Zion didn't find out because he was pretty sure that Zion wouldn't use the information well.