Chapter 6.
Trunks groaned and rubbed his eyes. Man oh man. The more he remembered the more he wished he didn't. The food Zion had bought up was long since consumed and only dirty dishes that needed attention remained.
Trunks stood up and then stilled, testing his balance. So far so good. He started to gather the dishes into a manageable load. His mother had come home an hour or so ago. He dreaded the fact that Zion had been with her since she had arrived. Trunks quickly pulled a clean shirt over his head to hide the hideous tattoo and then picked up his stack of dishes.
When he walked into the kitchen his mother looked at him in surprise.
"Hay Trunks, I wasn't expecting you to be out of bed so soon." Bulma said with a warm but concerned smile.
"Why? I feel fine." Trunks replied starting to wash his dishes.
"See what I mean? That boy is too stubborn for his own good." Zion said and it was only Trunks that heard the mocking.
Bulma was facing her son so she did not see the smirk that Zion sent Trunks when he glanced over his shoulder. Trunks rolled his eyes and went back to his dishes.
"Zion said that you weren't feeling well, that you were falling all over the place. He said he had to carry you home." Bulma explained with worry etched onto ever fibre of her face making her look way older than she was.
"Uhm, I guess you could say that. Something I ate I guess." Trunks replied glancing back at Zion.
Zion's smirk widened in response. He got up and disappeared. Trunks would have followed but he wanted to finish the dishes he was doing first. He started to panic when he felt Zion's Ki flare and then subside, flare again and then once more subside. It happened maybe six of seven times. What was he doing? Zion came back into the room.
He had a lazy smirk on his face, his eyes were hooded and his hands were buried in the pockets of his baggy pants. He had changed his style since coming to Earth. It consisted mostly of black and tight Tees with jeans. He had kept the blue boots though. Trunks had to admit that those were pretty awesome.
"You ready to go Zion?" Bulma asked.
Trunks heard the slight nervousness in her voice, reminding him that his mother was still trying to get used to the peculiar man that had taken up residence in her house.
"Sure." Zion replied casually.
"Where you going?" Trunks asked drying his hands.
"Oh I'm working on a new project, but I got stuck. I was sort of just letting off steam about it when Zion offered to help me. Isn't that great?" Bulma said with a smile.
"Fantastic." Trunks replied but only Zion heard the sarcasm.
Why the hell would Zion do that? He wouldn't try anything with his mother would he? Trunks wouldn't put it past him. Heck he wouldn't put anything past the alien. Perhaps he just wanted to see what kind of technology this planet put out. Maybe he'd be impressed but then maybe not.
"You'll be alright on your own, won't you?" Bulma asked, concern dampening her sudden happiness.
"I'll be fine. How long will you be gone?" Trunks replied.
"Probably the whole day." Bulma muttered already walking to the door, taking Trunks at his word, "Where is that darn thing?"
Trunks watched as his mother went to look for the capsule that held her desired vehicle. He thought about last night's remembered events and decided that his earlier bath had not been enough and went to his room to go and shower. Man his life had really gone haywire when he brought back his brother.
Man, if only he knew back then what he knew now. Life would be a lot simpler. Zion seemed to have adjusted to the darker side of the human nature rather well, unfortunately. Did he learn all the wrong things on purpose or was it just the way he naturally was. Trunks didn't know enough about Sayians to know whether or not they had strong emotions. They obviously had some sort of emotional response but how strong? What about Zion's mother? From what he had seen and heard she was also capable but also how strong?
The water was piping hot making Trunks sigh in content. He shampooed his lavender hair, scrubbing extra hard just in case. The white soapy suds washed away from his hair and down the drain with a slight gurgle.
"I thought that we'd already gotten this out of the way." A voice whispered in his ear.
Trunks spun around only to see nothing. His heart was pounding in his chest and his breathing was racing. He tried to calm both. Must have been his imagination.
He froze when a surprisingly hot furry appendage wrapped around his waist and with even more surprising strength yanked him backwards.
"Too slow little brother." Zion chuckled, "That woman will be awhile, finding the vehicle I mean."
Zion was wearing his jeans at least, but nothing else. Trunks wasn't wearing anything. Man he needed to start wearing swimming shorts in to shower? That was just irritating. He lived here after all. Why should he have to hide?
Zion's arm snaked across his chest, his hand touching the top of Trunks' shoulder. He didn't miss the fact that it was the one with the tattoo. A curious tingling started to blend in with the throbbing. Trunks looked down and say the atrocious words and picture starting to change, get darker. He sucked in a breath when the tingling turned to pain and the ink started to seep out of his skin like a wound. Had Zion not been holding him up, he would have hit the ground already.
"Cute as it was, I didn't think it was worthy of the great Sayian Prince." Zion whispered in his ear mockingly.
"You have no idea how contradicting you are." Trunks said.
"Oh but I do." Zion replied moving his hand from Trunks' shoulder to his chin, tilting his head so that Trunks was forced to look at Zion's face and see that infuriating smug smirk.
"Don't you da–" Trunks began but his words were cut off as certain areas of his body were invaded.
Zion's tail had moved lower, too low for any sort of comfort.
"Don't what?" Zion asked.
Trunks swallowed and tried to push away from Zion. He might have been a human trying to push a mountain for all the good he achieved. His first reaction had been paralysing shock, even sort of returning the attention he had received. The second time had been explosive anger. The third had been triumph for his false victory. This time it was more like waiting. Waiting for it to be over? Waiting for an opportunity to strike back? Waiting to see what would happen next? Trunks could tell which, maybe all.
"Now let's see. If you had taken precautions, you would have won. You didn't so you lose. That makes us at three me and one you. However I still think that it shouldn't count seeing as you were drugged." Zion said casually as though he wasn't currently violating Trunks.
Therapy. Jip that's what Trunks needed. Never mind his creep of a brother. No, he was a lost cause. Trunks was in desperate need of a good spar as well but he had no one to spar with other than the man in front of him. There was no way he was going to do that.
"You're the one that drugged me." Trunks said trying to grab Zion's tail which was awfully good at evading capture.
"Again I point out the fact that I didn't make you drink the coke. It should in all fairness since you did drink the coke be four me and one you but I'll let that slide, as well as let you keep your victory just to show you what a good sport I am." Zion replied finally letting go of Trunks and walking out of the large shower.
Trunks stood for a long time under the water trying not to break down, trying not to let his emotions choke and overwhelm him. He couldn't let his brother do this to him. He had to find a way to stop him. He scrubbed himself for a good half an hour, thanking his mother's love of long piping hot showers. She had had bigger geysers put in because of it.
True to Zion's statement, Bulma had only found the capsule just as Trunks was walking back into the kitchen. He liked the fact that Zion had somehow managed to remove his hideous tattoo, taking away the one physical remainder he had of the previous night.
"You two have fun now." Trunks said as the two got into a hover craft.
Trunks sent his brother a warning look, daring him to try anything. What good he could actually do if Zion decided to take him up on his dare was another matter entirely. Trunks watched the craft take off and hover away. A flutter in the corner of his vision brought his attention to a piece of paper he was standing on. He picked it up. It was charred and practically crumbled in his light grip. It had been in its previous life a newspaper before it had died and gone on to be dust particles. Now he knew what Zion had been doing, blasting newspapers.
Trunks went up to his room to get his supplies. He intended to take full advantage of his creepy brother's absence and head straight for the third energy pod. Sitting innocently on his bed was a copy of the day's newspaper. Front page was him and Zion and their adventure the night before. Trunks didn't even want to read it. He blasted it with a snarl and went to finish his self set project.
Three hours later Trunks whipped the grim from his hands and picked up the neon blue cylinder. These babies were not easy to find. Experience from trying to track down the first three had taught him a little about hunting them down. He carefully opened the last pod holder and removed the now dull, barely there blue cylinder. He grinned as he clipped in the last cylinder. Oh yeah. Zion was in for it now.