Scars - Chapter 30
Mirai Trunks was folding clothes in his room. He had pulled out the CD player he'd picked up that day, and was fiddling with some discs – trying to decide on one to listen to – when his younger self pushed the door open without knocking. He closed it behind him and entered into the room, looking around before letting his eyes settle on his future self's own blue gaze. Trunks couldn't explain why he felt so drawn to his elder self, he knew only that he felt more relaxed in the short-haired man's presence than he did with anyone else, even Goten. That creeped Trunks out a bit, he didn't like the thought of Goten not being the person closest to him in the whole world. However, like he'd mentioned to his lifelong friend only minutes before, he wanted to be apart from Goten for awhile. In fact, he wanted to be apart from pretty much everyone. Only, this person before him didn't seem like company. He was most definitely not company. They were one and the same, despite being as different as night and day.
Trunks crawled onto the bed and picked up some of the stuff Trunks had purchased, inspecting it critically. "Jeeze... you're not gonna... like... try to hide it from anyone that you're completely flaming, are you. You could at least do it for my sake! If mom starts to suspect something dumb like that from me then she'll be pissed, and if she's really mad then her and dad won't... you know... and then dad'll be way harder on me in training cause he always is when mom gets like that. And on top of that Gohan's been messing with Goku lately, and when Goku doesn't pay as much attention to dad he always gets in a really bad mood, though come to think of it, being around Goku also puts him in a bad mood."
Mirai Trunks put a CD in and let it play quietly, coming to sit on the bed beside his younger self. "You don't have to worry about dad and mom. They're fine."
"Trunks I hate it a lot if you treat me like a dumb kid! Mom and Dad are both dead in your time. In this time I know dad way better than you do. And he's not like he says he is, you know. If he was like he acted I wouldn't get so pissed when some moron dares to insult him. Now, don't tell anyone this, ever, got it? But dad's actually pretty... uhm... not sensitive really... but he is easily affected by the people and events around him. He's one of those people who feels depressed on rainy days, you know what I mean? If he wasn't so affected by little things, he wouldn't bother with the big attitude all the time."
Mirai Trunks blinked in surprise, staring at his younger double unblinkingly. "Trunks, how do you know these things about father.... I don't think he'd appreciate you thinking about him like this... shouldn't we.... Accept him quietly?"
"What? Of course not... Dad hates boring things. You hafta really... get in there and make him notice you... I think he spends too much time contemplating things by himself. He only really notices everything around him if you do something worth noticing. Its not to say he doesn't see it... but he doesn't act on things, doesn't bother with little gestures and things. I think he's trapped in a sort of catatonia sometimes. Stunned silence, if you will. He sees so much, but he's not totally sure what to say or do, so he sticks with what he's familiar and comfortable with." Mirai Trunks nodded. "I think I understand... but Trunks, you're being a little... uhm...well... puerile. You need to remember that dad has lots of history we both don't really know about. I think its unfair to make assumptions like you're doing. And disrespectful."
Trunks snorted, shrugging. "How did we start talking about this, anyway? I don't care what you think, I know I'm right, so just... shut up."
Future Trunks smiled and nodded, going back to putting things away. He finished by sliding the two pairs of shoes he'd bought under the bed. He stood up, blinking at his double. "Did you want something else, Trunks?" He asked, putting a hand on his hip.
"Yeah. I want you to teach me to be strong like you are. Train with me."
Trunks looked a little surprised to hear this bold request from his younger self. "Hasn't dad already trained you to fight...?"
"Yeah, I'm not a beginner, but you know a lot, and sometimes getting a second view is an advantage. You're me, you know how I think, I bet I can easily learn things from you. And besides, Dad doesn't know absolutely everything, even if he does beat me every time."
"Jeeze... I don't think I thought his much when I was your age... sure I'll train with you, Chibi. I'd like that."
"Hey! Shut up with that... that isn't my name, and I don't want you calling me it! Its Trunks, that's the only thing you're allowed to call me -ever- got it? Good, lets go practice in the gravity chamber."
Mirai Trunks nodded with a fond smile for his younger self, getting to his feet and following his shorter counterpart from the bedroom.
Goku re-appeared in the kitchen of his home, which, of course, was nestled deep amongst the peaks of the mountains in the 439 Mountain Range, surrounded on all sides by open sky, and dotted with green trees reaching their leaves and branches for the warm summer sunlight as the long grass immediately around the house swayed beneath the wind's soft fingertips.
ChiChi started when Goku put his arms around her waist and leaned into her, kissing her throat aggressively and without warning. She frowned and twisted to push him off of her, but he silenced any potential words with a firm press of his lips over hers. She opened her eyes wide and looked at him, his face very close to hers as his tongue parted her lips and explored her moist mouth meticulously. By the time he let her go, her cheeks were pink with a blush that touched all the rest of her body, and she pulled free of him, turning to stir the large pot of vegetable and beef soup on the stove. She set her spoon down and bit her lip, looking her husband over carefully.
"Goku, it looks like you've been training thoughtlessly all morning again, hmm? Lunch is just about ready, have a seat at the table and I'll serve you some soup and pork buns"
Goku frowned, shaking his head and pinning ChiChi against the kitchen counter. She felt his hand slide up along her torso to cup her breast firmly, as he put a knee between her legs to part them, pressing himself against her. Goku wasn't usually like this, he tended to be very gentle and careful about anything sexual, and was virginal in his approach almost always, being sweet and mindful of ChiChi's weaknesses because she was human. Now, ChiChi wasn't just some watery, helpless human woman, but compared to her saiyajin husband, she was made of sticks and tape, and he liquid steel. ChiChi was never afraid of Goku, and now was no exception.
"Goku! Act like a man for goodness sakes, you aren't 22 anymore!"
The large and firmly muscled saiyajin grunted and silenced ChiChi from saying anything else with another kiss. The hand that wasn't on her breast parted the folds of her kimono and pulled off her underwear with ease. Chichi managed to pull away long enough to yell "Goku I'm sick of you ripping my-" before her husband pushed his tongue into her mouth, and his cock into her sex.
Chichi moaned Goku's name, twisting the word with anger. He thrust into her and held her hand on the kitchen counter, forcing her to arch backwards.
"Go-ah!....ku-unmmm....the....sou-oop...ah...ah ah...hah...hah...hmmm....mmm honey that feels great...."
She felt Goku slow down as he wrapped his arms around her, letting her hands free to wrap around his torso. She felt his teeth close on her neck as he pushed deeply into her body and made her quiver with warmth. She felt his ki wrapping around her, felt his mind touching her own mind. His thoughts were frustrated and cynical. This wasn't usually the case, he tended not to much worry about anything at all. But this also wasn't completely new to her. It just happened sometimes. The cheerful man became quiet and introverted and aggressive, and though he shared some of his thoughts with her when he was...er...raping her(though she didn't really mind it she supposed)... he would leave soon after and not return for awhile. ChiChi didn't want him to go. She whispered this into his mind and felt his hands on her hips as he gripped her and forced her harder onto his cock. ChiChi cringed and felt herself come. Goku opened his eyes and looked at her, nibbling her breast and bringing it into his mouth. His eyes were teal. ChiChi panted Goku's name as his mouth sought hers out. He whispered into her mind, his ki high around her and making her limbs tingle with heat. He made her womb tingle too, and the feeling reverberated through her whole body so that she felt her orgasm lengthening and continuing as he pumped her harder, his decidedly animal glare fixed hungrily upon her face.
ChiChi felt Goku grip her hips harder as his body tensed and the counter jabbed into her back. She was totally lifted off the ground by him now. She felt the pleasure of him within her vaginal walls turn to pain as he pushed a little too hard, and then a lot too hard. ChiChi scrunched her eyes shut in surprise and felt a flare of fear rise up within her. She gripped at Goku's upper arm almost desperately, giving him a pleading look and shaking her head, trying to squirm off of his engorged penis. He growled her name under his breath and came inside of her, his teeth seeking out her throat. He bit her and tasted her blood, kissing her and frowning when her lip curled at the taste of it on his tongue. He slipped out of her, setting her back on the floor. He could see tears filming in her eyes, collecting at the corners, and spilling down her cheeks. They glittered in the sunlight. He felt sick with himself. He touched his forehead to hers, opening his mind to her so that she could see the violence in him, so that she could understand that he had to go away for a little while now.
"That is why I have to stay away ChiChi," he said, licking his lips and backing out of the kitchen. ChiChi stared at him.
"G-Goku! Get a grip! Come back here... this doesn't make any sense! Goku!"
ChiChi was out of luck. He'd IT'd away without another word. She punched the counter top and hopped around in surprised pain when she smashed her knuckles at slightly the wrong angle, sending a shock of pain up her arm. "SHIT!" She yelled, realizing that the soup was burning. She switched the stove off and cursed under her breath, muttering something about Goku. She felt her back aching deeply, and her knees trembling. She heard Gohan enter the house, quickly calling for her.
"Mom! What's all the noise about!?"
Goten ran in quickly, trying to catch Gohan by his arm. "No! Gohan! Leave mom alone right now!"
Gohan shook Goten off his arm and ran into the room, to his mother. He could smell the sex and his father's recent presence easily and clearly. He saw ChiChi leaning on the counter top for purchase. Her kimono was hanging open, her underwear half ripped, still clinging to one ankle. Ejaculate seeped from between her legs, mixed with red which could only be blood. The same colour stained her throat, and was smudged on the side of her lips where Goku had kissed her after biting her.
Gohan stared in shock and opened his mouth in horror, totally unprepared to say or do anything at all. He ran out of the house and took Goten with him, feeling nauseous. Goten was yelling at him to stop running so fast, and to let him down. Gohan let go of his little brother's arm and kept running, looking back to see if Goten was alright. He tripped over his own feet and skidded into the grass, greening his palms and the knees of his pants. Gohan laid where he was, frowning at the grass, while Goten pushed himself to his feet some metres behind him.