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.
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Chapter 11: Shock
A week passed before Videl heard anything from Gohan, and when she did it was to discover that she was being served divorce papers.
Carefully looking over the twenty page document, tears began to stream down her cheeks once she had finished reading. Gohan had basically given her everything, except her having a claim on his law firm, which was started before they were married and had remained separate from their joint accounts and properties.
But Videl didn't care about any of that. All she wanted was to reconcile with her husband and be a family again. She had called Chi-Chi a few times to find out if Gohan had been there, but her soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law had politely informed her that Gohan hadn't been seen or heard from for quite some time. Videl had even called Bulma, in the hopes of hearing some news, only to end up speaking with the annoying pain in the ass, Vegeta. He'd told her that Gohan had not made an appearance there at the Compound either, but that if the brat did come by he'd make sure to inform the young Son to call home. And then he had hung up the phone without saying so much as good-bye to her.
Putting the devastating document to one side, Videl began packing things for her and Pan. She wasn't going to stay in a house that was meant for a family. Her father had offered up his home to his only daughter. He didn't mind having her and his grandchild living with him. His house was big enough.
As Videl locked the door behind her, all she could think about was that she had thirty days to respond to Gohan's dissolution of marriage.
Thirty days to get her husband back.
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Things had finally settled down at Capsule Corporation after Mirai's arrival a few nights before, totting his four year son with him. Everyone who met the little tyke swore it was like seeing Goku or Gohan as a kid again, not realizing that the boy was Gohan's oldest son. And Mirai's appearance was the perfect excuse needed to throw another of the parties that Bulma was so infamous for.
No one knew of the divorce proceedings between Videl and Gohan.
No one knew that Gohan no longer lived with her.
Nor did they know that Gohan and Mirai were mates, except for Vegeta.
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It had seemed like ages had passed since all the Z fighters had last gotten together. Everyday life had kept all of them busy, and they were very excited to hear what was going on with Goku and Vegeta's life in England. They always had a story or two to share about the Headmaster or how Vegeta's cousin, Severus, was handling fatherhood with three kids.
One of the stories told was of their beautiful five month old daughter, Shingeta. She was as big a five year old, and was already walking without help and talking in full complete sentences. In addition to that, Shingeta was casting ki spheres. This had amazed all the humans, but Vegeta had summed it up by saying that Saiyans needed to grow and mature faster because they were sent on purging missions as infants.
Mirai nodded his head. He knew that Chibi was a lot older in the mind for his age, but because of his human blood his physical growth was slowed down tremendously, while his baby sister, who was a full-blooded Saiyan, was growing at an alarming rate.
Having put the children to bed at a respectable hour, the party was in full swing by eight that evening. Marron had taken a real liking to Chibi, to Krillin and Mirai's chagrin. Android 18 thought it was cute and told the boys to leave them alone, but Mirai made sure that Marron and his son were rooms apart.
By nine, Videl had shown up by herself. No one said anything, or commented on how strange it was for her to attend the party without Gohan; and it was by a stroke of luck that Mirai was still in the house putting his son to sleep.
Bulma handed the young female a beer and steered her towards the buffet tables, talking to her about work and a new project that she was helping her father with.
At nine-thirty, Gohan arrived with his friend, Spencer. He introduced the blond to his family and friends, sitting down next to his dad and Vegeta.
And that's when the night got interesting…
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Excusing herself from her present company, Videl calmly walked over to Gohan.
Roaring laughter sounded around the patio area, where Goku was telling his son and friends about what happened when Vegeta had got captured by an evil wizard named Voldemort. The beginning of the story was a bit somber and Goku had omitted a lot of the details of his beloved mate's entrapment. But when he told about how he, Gohan, and Trunks (then later Vegeta) had went Oozaru and had gone on a rampage, that's when everyone fell about laughing at their antics.
"Um, sorry to interrupt, but… Gohan, can I steal you away for just a minute?" Videl politely asked.
Not wanting to cause a scene, he agreed. Rising from the bench, he turned and walked into the kitchen, continuing on down into the family room where they could have some privacy.
Standing for a while in an uncomfortable silence, Gohan sighed. "I'm here, Videl, what do you want?"
"How have you been?"
"Fine," he hissed between clenched teeth. "If you dragged me in here to discuss my well being, you could have asked out there," Gohan said, trying not to lose his temper. He had been edgy for a couple of days now, and it was catching up to him. The lack of sleep, the constant yearning for his mate, and the daily sexual frustration was physically tearing Gohan down—he was ready to lash out at anyone, given provocation.
Shaking her head negatively, Videl ploughed on. "No, I'm sorry. I hadn't heard from you-"
"I don't want to give you the impression that our marriage can be saved, or that it's fixable," Gohan cut in, making sure that Videl was not being deluded with the idea of them getting back together—it was over between them, and nothing short of him losing his mind was going to change that.
"How can you say such a thing? After four years of marriage, you're ready to throw it away?" Videl argued, approaching Gohan slowly, warily putting her arms about his neck.
Reaching up to remove her hands, Gohan felt an abrupt drop in his stomach and an explosive heat pooling in his groin, making him instantly hard.
Being in close proximity of Videl he tried to distance himself, but it was too late, for she gave a slight timid smile—she had felt his erection pressing against her.
However, in that instant, Gohan knew that it wasn't Videl who was making his cock swell.
Gohan knew Mirai was close by, and was equally aroused.
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Closing the door to his room quietly, Mirai was ready to mingle with his family and friends again. He realized just how much he'd missed them over the last four years, including that jerk, Yamcha. His young mother dated the former thief, but the man was still scared of the opposite sex. Mirai was so glad that he didn't have those types of problems. Women were attracted to him, offered themselves to him, some even going as far as leaving their undergarments in his desk drawers at work. Others would leave notes, wanting one night with him. But in all honesty, Mirai wasn't into females—they had never really piqued his interest. Only one half-Saiyan male ever had…
As soon as he stepped outside into the unlit hallway, Mirai dropped to his knees, breathing heavily.
His tail came about of its own accord, caressing his face in a sensual display of intimacy. He groaned from the contact—He couldn't be in heat again, could he? But it was summer… No, it was something else. He felt as if an invisible cord were tugging him towards something.
Struggling to get to his feet, Mirai allowed himself to be guided downstairs to the family room.
Beads of sweat broke out across his forehead, and he was feverish by the time he entered the expansive room. He didn't quite know what he had expected to see, but he was taken by complete surprise at the scene of the embracing couple.
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Joining their bodies together, Videl rubbed herself against her husband's budding member. She ached for Gohan to take her more often than he did, the last time being when Pan was conceived; after that, intercourse had ceased. Videl had had a taste of what it was like to enjoy her husband's manhood—she remembered vividly how Gohan made that bitch of his scream in the throes of passion, while she (a virgin) had traditionally waited until she was married to part-take in the pleasures of the flesh. Videl at least could declare that she didn't whore around—could Mirai say the same, she wondered? He had managed to lead Gohan astray.
But right now, Mirai wasn't here to disturb them. Gohan was trembling with need, just as she was. Her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat—pulsing intermittently as her natural wetness leaked between her legs, soaking her panties.
"Gohan," she whispered, guiding one of his hands to her private spot.
"Let go of me," he said, removing his hand from Videl's damp jeans.
The feisty female fighter could not believe her ears; Gohan was rejecting her, when it was very obvious that he was turned-on by her.
Then they heard a gasp.
Both turned to see Mirai standing just inside the doorway.
Videl smirked.
Mirai sensed the lust radiating from both of them, and silently thought that he had really bad timing. Then, without saying a word, he about faced and dashed out the front door.
Gohan shoved Videl away from his body, preparing to go after the lavender haired Saiyan.
"Don't do this, Gohan," Videl challenged. "I am your wife!"
"And Mirai is my mate. Regardless of our relationship, Videl, Mirai comes first. And don't think for one minute that because you're my wife that gives you any type of priority."
"And what about Pan? She has the right to have her father in her life. Mirai can't give you children, Gohan," Videl shouted.
The young Son was not going to enlighten her about submissive Saiyan males being able to conceive. It wasn't any of her business anyway. Videl should have realized that fact when Vegeta walked about with a round tummy.
"Pan will understand once she's older. I'm not about to let the one person I ever loved slip through my fingers again," Gohan replied.
Videl staggered backwards—that was a severe blow to her being a woman. Gohan said that he loved another, and it was a man.
"Well, I guess that settles it then," Videl said, running past Gohan into the nearest bathroom.
"Videl," Gohan called out to her as she slammed the door closed. Loud muffled wailing could be heard on the other side.
"She'll get over it," another voice said from behind him.
"Dad?"
"Why didn't you tell me about you and Mirai?" Goku asked. Vegeta had sent him inside, stating that he felt Gohan, Videl, and Mirai's anger and their excitement. The prince wanted to stop a fight before it had an opportunity to start.
"Shit… Where do I start? We were having problems and Mirai kept running off. And I thought for sure that after talked that we were alright, but…" Gohan sighed deeply. "…I was wrong yet again; he still managed to get away from me." A semi-warm smile adorned Gohan's features. "It was my first time being with any one… Mirai's too. We bonded the night before he left."
Goku's obsidian eyes lit up with joy hearing about his son's mating; but the older Saiyan knew that something was wrong. If his son and Mirai bonded, Mirai shouldn't have been able to leave.
"Vegeta explained that Mirai didn't complete the bond," Gohan said with his head bowed as his father moved aside his collar revealing smoothed unblemished skin. Mirai hadn't marked his son.
Pulling his son into his arms, Goku hugged Gohan. The young half-Saiyan finally let go of his emotions and cried, unaware of another set of ears listening.
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"I should skin you alive, boy, for all this unnecessary fuckin' chaos you are causing!"
"Not now, Vegeta," Mirai said to his father while leaning his head against the surface of the cool wooden door, desperately trying to hold back his tears after seeing his beloved in the arms of the woman who had obviously won Gohan's heart after he had so rudely left him.
"If not now, when? Are you going to keep running from your mate, or are you going to claim him like you should have done four years ago? And tell him about his kid?"
"You make it sound so easy, Vegeta."
"It is, just go in there and mark Kakarott's brat and be done with it—kill two birds with one stone," Vegeta prompted.
Looking at his father in confusion, Mirai didn't have a clue what he was talking about. Vegeta huffed and crossed his arms over his chest in his familiar stance.
"You're hanging around that onna too much, boy. You're in heat…" Vegeta nearly growled, unfolding his arms and latching on to Trunks' shoulders in a firm grip, hoping that he wouldn't have to spell it out for his time traveling son.
A light bulb came on as Mirai suddenly understood. Although there wasn't a full moon, his body knew exactly what it needed.
"May I suggest the cabin? Kakarott and I will tend to your son," Vegeta soft said, letting go of Trunks.
Shaking his head negatively, Trunks replied, "No, it's too far, we'll never make it."
"Kakarott can take you there. Now get the hell out of here," Vegeta said, and then left, walking into the house to speak with his mate.
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The Saiyan prince whispered into Goku's ear and three seconds later, Gohan found himself standing in the mountain cabin that he had purchased years ago to spend time with Mirai.
Soon after Gohan was dumped there, the man of his thoughts appeared, tumbling through the air to land at his feet.
"Play nice you two," Goku said with a wide smile, and then shimmered from sight.
Mirai cautiously turned to face his mate. "Go-"
But Mirai didn't get to finish his sentence as Gohan seized him by the face, kissing Mirai senseless. Moaning into the kiss, Mirai opened his mouth, inviting Gohan's tongue to venture in further.
Tails waved about as the lilac colored one was fondled at the base.
Mirai nearly came in his pants when Gohan touched his tail; four years was a long time not being touched by another.
Separating briefly for air, the younger of the two began pulling off the other's clothing, as well as tugging at his own apparel until they were equally naked.
Both half-Saiyans slowly moved to the plush rug in front of the unlit fireplace. Kneeling, Gohan guided Mirai in front of him.
Neither spoke for fear of breaking the spell they were weaving on each other. Rough hands traveled along silky soft skin. Gohan mapped out every line, every curve, and every muscle on his mate—reawakening the pleasure of his own body that had been buried for four years.
Finding erect nipples, Gohan twisted them, eliciting a strangled moan of brief pain from Mirai as he maneuvered him into a laying position on the rug beneath them.
Gohan replaced his mouth where his hands were tormenting the nubs of flesh, but the torture didn't end for Mirai's sensitive pebbles. Gohan licked and nibbled, alternating from one to the other before sliding down taut abs, stopping momentarily to plunge his tongue into his love's navel. Then he continued southward, pausing to inhale the musky scent that was unique to Mirai alone.
Said Saiyan was panting with need. His member twitched and bobbed—he wanted Gohan's mouth there. Why wasn't Gohan moving to his penis? Couldn't Gohan see that it needed attention too!
Exhaling, Mirai got his wish as Gohan, taking hold of his ready cock at the base with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, began to suck him off with that sinful mouth.
Rising his hips, Mirai forced himself a bit deeper inside Gohan's mouth. Salvia dribbled down the sides of Gohan's lips, but he didn't cease his up and down motion. Running his free hand through the excess spit, gathering it up, Gohan eased his index finger in to Mirai's tight back entrance.
Mirai bent his legs to offer Gohan complete access. The slender digit breeched the ring of muscle, soon to be followed by another, and a third, until Gohan was pumping his hand in his mate's anus with no trouble at all.
Gohan's mouth released Mirai's dick with one last long deep suck. Then he pulled Mirai towards him.
The older half-Saiyan straddled his mate's lap, easing down on top of Gohan's erection until skin touched skin. Mirai wrapped his arms around Gohan's neck and, bending to kiss him he said, "I love you, my mate."
Gohan pushed his hips forward with a strong upward jerk, and heard Mirai screaming out his name.
Another thrust.
"Gohan!"
A harder thrust.
"Go-han!"
An even deeper thrust.
"Goo…haan! Ahh…ahh…ahh…ahhh…"
The younger Saiyan's piston motion maintained a steady pace—Gohan felt on fire regardless of the coldness inside the cabin. He continued until his penis throbbed and his movements lost its rhythm. He gently took Mirai's organ in his hand and stroked it a few times. Creamy ropes of semen squirted into the air hitting Gohan on his chest.
The salty taste from Mirai's ejaculation turned Gohan on even further. His tail came about, rubbing in the drying goo before the furry appendage wrapped around Mirai's wrist—signaling Gohan's dominance.
Turning his head to the left, Mirai exposed his throat. Gohan drove himself as far as he could into his mate's channel and shot his seed deep into Mirai's anal depths. Upon his completion, Gohan bit down on top of his faded mark, renewing his claim.
This time, Mirai didn't ignore the call to mark his Dominate; he too bit Gohan at the junction where his neck and shoulder blended together.
The bond was completed.
Gohan didn't move, He was still hard, but his body was drained. Mirai was content to stay where he was. He ass throbbed from the pounding it had just taken, but he was quite sure that he would definitely be up for another round in a moment or two.
For now though, the newly mated pair basked in the after glow of their bonding, which had been long over due.
Gohan still had Videl to deal with, but she was at the bottom of the list of things to see to. He wasn't going to think about her, not after just claiming his life-mate. In the morning the pair of them would talk, and this time Mirai couldn't run away.
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A/N: How was that? Videl's becoming a real pain in the ass. Think she'll get worse? And will Mirai tell Gohan about his son? Don't know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.
Nemesis