Scars – Chapter 23
Eleven-year-old Trunks woke before the other him. He was startled awake by something...he wasn't even sure what... maybe something that happened in a dream. Either way, he was awake, and he didn't think he'd be going back to sleep. Once Trunks woke up, he rarely napped or lazed around, he was always much too busy for that. This morning, however, Trunks felt a little strange.
He had been sleeping comfortably, sharing the bed with his older self. He really liked that idea, it was so comforting to him to know that there was a whole extra him out there, looking out for him. Its not that he couldn't take care of himself, he knew he was old enough not to whine like a little baby for things, just as he knew he was old enough to feed himself and dress himself and a whole load of other things that his parents had been letting him do for a few years already. But the other Trunks was even stronger and smarter and older than he himself was, and he was quickly realizing that he already held respect for that Trunks, even though he thought the man was girly, and kind of a pussy.
People who could ascend to the second level of super saiyajin weren't pushovers.
People who could admit things that scared them, or made them cry weren't pushovers either... well maybe the crying part was dumb, but the stuff Trunks had overheard his big self and Gohan talking about the night before had all been really serious, and his double had done a great job of keeping in control.
Whatever it was that had started him thinking he wanted to sleep in the same bed as the other Trunks, young Trunks was really beginning to regret it. Something really embarrassing had obviously happened during his sleep, and he thought that it might also be what had woken him up.
'Oh crap... aw eww... did I do that?' Trunks couldn't even place how he felt about the patch of white stuff on the front of his pants, and some on the bed sheets. He stared in disbelief, he could smell it, faintly, and he could see that the stuff was half dry, and half sticky still. He thought he might throw up, or cry or... or... he didn't even know what. And not only that, but he couldn't make 'Little Trunks' go down, so he couldn't go out of the bed. What if somebody saw him?
Little Trunks was currently attempting to break through his pants, it seemed, and this caused the real Trunks to go completely red with embarrassed fear. As if things couldn't get any worse, he felt the other him shift, probably waking from his movements. Trunks felt mortification filling his whole body, and he tried to inch away from the other Trunks, slowly enough not to wake him up. Only...he couldn't. Mirai Trunks had his leg swung over chibi Trunks' legs, pinning him in place. He was trapped.
'Oh no... now what do I do...' Trunks laid there, stalk still, tense as could be, with a bump poking up under the bed sheets where Little Trunks wouldn't go down, and waited for something, anything, to happen to save his pride.
He took back his wish for anything to happen when Goku started knocking on the door loudly.
"Trunks!? Hey, Truuunks... are you awake yet?" Goku called from the other side of the door, hoping that he could find out if the man from the future was feeling better today. He could feel Trunks' immense power, he wanted to spar with him if he was feeling better, and if he wasn't, Goku had been thinking about ways to help him feel better. After all, if he thought about Trunks, then he wasn't thinking about Gohan, so he couldn't feel guilty about how awful Gohan thought he was for his apparent carelessness. Goku still didn't completely see how it was him who was at fault... he wasn't even around... how could he have made his whole family so upset? Besides, Goten liked him, and ChiChi did too. Gohan just had to loosen up.
"Trunks, can I come in? Oh... I'm coming in!" Goku announced, opening the door and leaving it wide open as he bounced into the room, not even noticing that there were two Trunkses in the bed.
By this time, Mirai Trunks had started to wake up. He moaned softly and opened his eyes, immediately greeted by a face full of longish lavender hair. He inhaled and smelled his younger self's clean, fine hair, and he wrinkled his nose, as it was tickling his face. He felt content and safe and warm, and he didn't want to move. He squeezed the other Trunks tighter and whispered good morning to him, completely unaware of how that might have been received in other contexts.
Meanwhile, Goku was staring at Trunks, and he had begun to realize that there was another Trunks in the bed with the first one. He frowned, trying to figure that one out. "Hey...how come there's two of you in here...? Are you guys awake? Trunkses??"
Mirai Trunks frowned, realizing that he wasn't alone in the room with...er...himself. His voice came out about as irritated as one soft-spoken and overly polite, shy individual's voice can. "Goku... uhm... why are you here...?" He asked, twisting off of the other Trunks to give Goku a curious, sleepy look.
"Eh... well I came to see how you were feeling, cause I thought you might still be upset..."
Mirai Trunks stared at Goku for a long second. Before he could speak, younger Trunks did it for him, glad that this was at least something of a distraction from the problem in his pants. It would be one thing for his big self to find out –they were the same person at least– but he really didn't think he wanted his best friend's dad in on this too. "Have you asked your own son how he's feeling yet this morning? Did you wake him up too?"
Mirai Trunks looked at the other him in surprise, then back to Goku for a response. Goku scratched the back of his head and gave that famous sheepish smile. "No... I uh... I left before I talked to anyone..."
"How come?" Mirai Trunks prodded, earning him a pinch from the younger him, who didn't care about Goku's dumb family. "Ow! Trunks don't do that!"
Goku stared at them both in confusion, then decided to answer Mirai Trunks' question because it was the easiest option. "Oh, well Gohan and me had a big fight last night. He's not talking to me. I thought it would be a little awkward at the breakfast table, so I came here to spar with Vegeta, but he's having sex with your mom and he yelled at me to get out. After that I thought I'd come see how you were, and while I was knocking on your door I thought we could spar, since you're even stronger than Vegeta! Wouldn't that be lots of fun? And we could have some breakfast, too!"
Mirai Trunks felt himself blushing red, and beside him his double was attempting to suppress a giggle. Goku was just like Goten sometimes, oblivious as hell and sweet to a fault.
"G-Goku... don't tell me things like that about Father and Mother! Its very nice that you wanted to see how I am doing...uhm... I had a good conversation with Gohan last night, he's helping me out... you don't have to worry about it anymore." This was as close as Trunks could get himself to telling Goku to get the hell out and not let the door hit him on the ass while he was at it. He looked up to the man, respected him, and really didn't want to be awake so early in the morning.
Goku gave a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and he nodded, leaving the room. He dropped his smile when he closed the door behind him and wandered his way to the kitchen, helping himself to a huge load of food in attempt to nurse his wounded feelings better.
After Goku was gone, Mirai Trunks rolled back over to face his younger self, and wrapped his arms around the boy again. He closed his eyes with the intention of going back to sleep. The other Trunks frowned uncomfortably, he didn't like all this touching and stuff... its not like him and the big Trunks were gonna have sex...eww. He squirmed and pushed Trunks off of him.
"Lemme go..." Young Trunks complained, moving carefully, so as not to reveal his little problem.
Mirai Trunks' big blue eyes opened and pinned themselves on his double's face. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, shifting and propping his head up with his hand, his elbow on his pillow.
"Jeeze, you sound like a girl again... how come you're like that so much? Its embarrassing, cause people are gonna think I'm like that too. I just... I don't wanna cuddle.... You're squishing me against you like a teddy bear... I'm not!"
"Oh... I didn't realize... I'm sorry Trunks, I'll give you your space. Did... did I keep you awake in the night?"
Trunks shook his head, annoyed with his other self. "No! I'm fine... just don't squish me. I guess I didn't keep you awake either, huh."
"No, I slept really well, actually. Kind of like when I used to share my bed with Master Gohan when we were both tired from training... only I was the smaller one then."
Trunks gave his counterpart form the future a glare. "You may be gay, but I don't know what I am... don't try an' turn me... I'll make my own choice. I'm goin' to get some breakfast." With that Trunks sat up with the intention of getting out of the bed and running straight for the bathroom. He glared at his other self. "Well...aren't you going back to sleep?"
Mirai trunks smiled. "You're lots like Father, Trunks. Is something wrong?"
"No!"
"Of course not." Trunks gave half a smile, looking at the bed, not really looking at anything.
"Aren't you going back to sleep?" Younger Trunks demanded impatiently, still sitting in place and trying to hide his problem.
"I guess so..."
"Most people sleep with their eyes closed!"
"You don't want me to see you get out of bed?" Mirai Trunks intoned curiously, searching Trunks' face for an answer.
"Just close your stupid eyes!"
Mirai trunks closed his eyes obediently, sighing. "Trunks, I know what's going on, I'm you, you don't have to be embarrassed. That happens to every boy. Happened to me too when I was your age."
Young Trunks looked down a this lap, covered by the sheets, and back to the other Trunks. "Yeah?"
Mirai Trunks nodded his eyes still closed. "Yes."
"Well good for you, keep your eyes closed and.... and... tell me how to make it go down!"
"Uhm... Trunks, you're going to have to figure that one out on your own... how about this. I'll get up and go see if I can help Goku feel a little better, and you can have this whole room to yourself to figure that little problem of yours out. I promise we won't come in here. The bathroom is right there...er... you might want some Kleenexes or something."
Young Trunks stared with wide eyes at his double and slowly nodded, noting that Trunks had opened his eyes when he was talking. Mirai Trunks got out of the bed and frowned at the empty dresser. "I don't have any clothes..."
Trunks gave an exasperated sigh from the bed. "Well figure something out... are you sure it'll go down, Trunks?"
"Yes, I promise... you'll be fine, that's perfectly normal. Guess I'll just wear what I was wearing yesterday..." Mirai Trunks put his clothes on, hoping that his little self would be alright and not get all worked up over something so normal and harmless. He had a feeling this was the beginning of many weird situations to come. He did his belt and tucked the black wife beater into it, flickering his gaze back to Trunks, who was pulling the sheets around himself and looking half scared, half determined not to look scared. Mirai Trunks smiled at him.
"Just come down when you're ready."
Trunks nodded quietly, and Mirai Trunks exited the room, closing the door behind himself.
Eleven-year-old Trunks woke before the other him. He was startled awake by something...he wasn't even sure what... maybe something that happened in a dream. Either way, he was awake, and he didn't think he'd be going back to sleep. Once Trunks woke up, he rarely napped or lazed around, he was always much too busy for that. This morning, however, Trunks felt a little strange.
He had been sleeping comfortably, sharing the bed with his older self. He really liked that idea, it was so comforting to him to know that there was a whole extra him out there, looking out for him. Its not that he couldn't take care of himself, he knew he was old enough not to whine like a little baby for things, just as he knew he was old enough to feed himself and dress himself and a whole load of other things that his parents had been letting him do for a few years already. But the other Trunks was even stronger and smarter and older than he himself was, and he was quickly realizing that he already held respect for that Trunks, even though he thought the man was girly, and kind of a pussy.
People who could ascend to the second level of super saiyajin weren't pushovers.
People who could admit things that scared them, or made them cry weren't pushovers either... well maybe the crying part was dumb, but the stuff Trunks had overheard his big self and Gohan talking about the night before had all been really serious, and his double had done a great job of keeping in control.
Whatever it was that had started him thinking he wanted to sleep in the same bed as the other Trunks, young Trunks was really beginning to regret it. Something really embarrassing had obviously happened during his sleep, and he thought that it might also be what had woken him up.
'Oh crap... aw eww... did I do that?' Trunks couldn't even place how he felt about the patch of white stuff on the front of his pants, and some on the bed sheets. He stared in disbelief, he could smell it, faintly, and he could see that the stuff was half dry, and half sticky still. He thought he might throw up, or cry or... or... he didn't even know what. And not only that, but he couldn't make 'Little Trunks' go down, so he couldn't go out of the bed. What if somebody saw him?
Little Trunks was currently attempting to break through his pants, it seemed, and this caused the real Trunks to go completely red with embarrassed fear. As if things couldn't get any worse, he felt the other him shift, probably waking from his movements. Trunks felt mortification filling his whole body, and he tried to inch away from the other Trunks, slowly enough not to wake him up. Only...he couldn't. Mirai Trunks had his leg swung over chibi Trunks' legs, pinning him in place. He was trapped.
'Oh no... now what do I do...' Trunks laid there, stalk still, tense as could be, with a bump poking up under the bed sheets where Little Trunks wouldn't go down, and waited for something, anything, to happen to save his pride.
He took back his wish for anything to happen when Goku started knocking on the door loudly.
"Trunks!? Hey, Truuunks... are you awake yet?" Goku called from the other side of the door, hoping that he could find out if the man from the future was feeling better today. He could feel Trunks' immense power, he wanted to spar with him if he was feeling better, and if he wasn't, Goku had been thinking about ways to help him feel better. After all, if he thought about Trunks, then he wasn't thinking about Gohan, so he couldn't feel guilty about how awful Gohan thought he was for his apparent carelessness. Goku still didn't completely see how it was him who was at fault... he wasn't even around... how could he have made his whole family so upset? Besides, Goten liked him, and ChiChi did too. Gohan just had to loosen up.
"Trunks, can I come in? Oh... I'm coming in!" Goku announced, opening the door and leaving it wide open as he bounced into the room, not even noticing that there were two Trunkses in the bed.
By this time, Mirai Trunks had started to wake up. He moaned softly and opened his eyes, immediately greeted by a face full of longish lavender hair. He inhaled and smelled his younger self's clean, fine hair, and he wrinkled his nose, as it was tickling his face. He felt content and safe and warm, and he didn't want to move. He squeezed the other Trunks tighter and whispered good morning to him, completely unaware of how that might have been received in other contexts.
Meanwhile, Goku was staring at Trunks, and he had begun to realize that there was another Trunks in the bed with the first one. He frowned, trying to figure that one out. "Hey...how come there's two of you in here...? Are you guys awake? Trunkses??"
Mirai Trunks frowned, realizing that he wasn't alone in the room with...er...himself. His voice came out about as irritated as one soft-spoken and overly polite, shy individual's voice can. "Goku... uhm... why are you here...?" He asked, twisting off of the other Trunks to give Goku a curious, sleepy look.
"Eh... well I came to see how you were feeling, cause I thought you might still be upset..."
Mirai Trunks stared at Goku for a long second. Before he could speak, younger Trunks did it for him, glad that this was at least something of a distraction from the problem in his pants. It would be one thing for his big self to find out –they were the same person at least– but he really didn't think he wanted his best friend's dad in on this too. "Have you asked your own son how he's feeling yet this morning? Did you wake him up too?"
Mirai Trunks looked at the other him in surprise, then back to Goku for a response. Goku scratched the back of his head and gave that famous sheepish smile. "No... I uh... I left before I talked to anyone..."
"How come?" Mirai Trunks prodded, earning him a pinch from the younger him, who didn't care about Goku's dumb family. "Ow! Trunks don't do that!"
Goku stared at them both in confusion, then decided to answer Mirai Trunks' question because it was the easiest option. "Oh, well Gohan and me had a big fight last night. He's not talking to me. I thought it would be a little awkward at the breakfast table, so I came here to spar with Vegeta, but he's having sex with your mom and he yelled at me to get out. After that I thought I'd come see how you were, and while I was knocking on your door I thought we could spar, since you're even stronger than Vegeta! Wouldn't that be lots of fun? And we could have some breakfast, too!"
Mirai Trunks felt himself blushing red, and beside him his double was attempting to suppress a giggle. Goku was just like Goten sometimes, oblivious as hell and sweet to a fault.
"G-Goku... don't tell me things like that about Father and Mother! Its very nice that you wanted to see how I am doing...uhm... I had a good conversation with Gohan last night, he's helping me out... you don't have to worry about it anymore." This was as close as Trunks could get himself to telling Goku to get the hell out and not let the door hit him on the ass while he was at it. He looked up to the man, respected him, and really didn't want to be awake so early in the morning.
Goku gave a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and he nodded, leaving the room. He dropped his smile when he closed the door behind him and wandered his way to the kitchen, helping himself to a huge load of food in attempt to nurse his wounded feelings better.
After Goku was gone, Mirai Trunks rolled back over to face his younger self, and wrapped his arms around the boy again. He closed his eyes with the intention of going back to sleep. The other Trunks frowned uncomfortably, he didn't like all this touching and stuff... its not like him and the big Trunks were gonna have sex...eww. He squirmed and pushed Trunks off of him.
"Lemme go..." Young Trunks complained, moving carefully, so as not to reveal his little problem.
Mirai Trunks' big blue eyes opened and pinned themselves on his double's face. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, shifting and propping his head up with his hand, his elbow on his pillow.
"Jeeze, you sound like a girl again... how come you're like that so much? Its embarrassing, cause people are gonna think I'm like that too. I just... I don't wanna cuddle.... You're squishing me against you like a teddy bear... I'm not!"
"Oh... I didn't realize... I'm sorry Trunks, I'll give you your space. Did... did I keep you awake in the night?"
Trunks shook his head, annoyed with his other self. "No! I'm fine... just don't squish me. I guess I didn't keep you awake either, huh."
"No, I slept really well, actually. Kind of like when I used to share my bed with Master Gohan when we were both tired from training... only I was the smaller one then."
Trunks gave his counterpart form the future a glare. "You may be gay, but I don't know what I am... don't try an' turn me... I'll make my own choice. I'm goin' to get some breakfast." With that Trunks sat up with the intention of getting out of the bed and running straight for the bathroom. He glared at his other self. "Well...aren't you going back to sleep?"
Mirai trunks smiled. "You're lots like Father, Trunks. Is something wrong?"
"No!"
"Of course not." Trunks gave half a smile, looking at the bed, not really looking at anything.
"Aren't you going back to sleep?" Younger Trunks demanded impatiently, still sitting in place and trying to hide his problem.
"I guess so..."
"Most people sleep with their eyes closed!"
"You don't want me to see you get out of bed?" Mirai Trunks intoned curiously, searching Trunks' face for an answer.
"Just close your stupid eyes!"
Mirai trunks closed his eyes obediently, sighing. "Trunks, I know what's going on, I'm you, you don't have to be embarrassed. That happens to every boy. Happened to me too when I was your age."
Young Trunks looked down a this lap, covered by the sheets, and back to the other Trunks. "Yeah?"
Mirai Trunks nodded his eyes still closed. "Yes."
"Well good for you, keep your eyes closed and.... and... tell me how to make it go down!"
"Uhm... Trunks, you're going to have to figure that one out on your own... how about this. I'll get up and go see if I can help Goku feel a little better, and you can have this whole room to yourself to figure that little problem of yours out. I promise we won't come in here. The bathroom is right there...er... you might want some Kleenexes or something."
Young Trunks stared with wide eyes at his double and slowly nodded, noting that Trunks had opened his eyes when he was talking. Mirai Trunks got out of the bed and frowned at the empty dresser. "I don't have any clothes..."
Trunks gave an exasperated sigh from the bed. "Well figure something out... are you sure it'll go down, Trunks?"
"Yes, I promise... you'll be fine, that's perfectly normal. Guess I'll just wear what I was wearing yesterday..." Mirai Trunks put his clothes on, hoping that his little self would be alright and not get all worked up over something so normal and harmless. He had a feeling this was the beginning of many weird situations to come. He did his belt and tucked the black wife beater into it, flickering his gaze back to Trunks, who was pulling the sheets around himself and looking half scared, half determined not to look scared. Mirai Trunks smiled at him.
"Just come down when you're ready."
Trunks nodded quietly, and Mirai Trunks exited the room, closing the door behind himself.