Summary: Someone has a deep obsession with Trunks and is complicating his life with problems.

Notes: Evil person's back! So the beginning is evil view and then there's a line or something and that means it's normal again. The words like this after the line is the little voice inside his head.

WARNING: This chapter has recently been cleaned by our cleanup crew so it's still slippery and of course will be lemony fresh. :winks: Watch yur step.

Author: :laughs evilly: Finally the scene you've been waiting for! Well I don't know about all of u but still. This is where u find out about the evil person's obsession with Trunks and how it formed. Enjoy!

devilburns: :grins: Thanks fer the review, always appreciate it!

animeprincess1452: I feel bad for Goten too, I should make him happy at least once mebe. And true, Goten's not totally crazy :grins: just a little.

Erica: Hint to who the killer is? :grins: I thought it was enough that it was a Z fighter and not totally human, :thoughtfully: well I suppose there r only a few humans and I end up killing them so it doesn't give u much. And I'm going to try to update faster 'cus I don't like going this slow either, though school may pose as a prob, but I'll try!

-----Flashback-----

Those innocent days of so long ago, I believe that is when this madness began. That day, that horrible day is burned into my mind. That is when I changed, that is when my innocence was thrown to the wind.

"Are you sure you can't stay?" Bulma asked sadly.

"Believe me I want to but the androids are still alive in my time and I need to protect my mother and the other survivors." Mirai Trunks smiled softly

Mirai Trunks, the angel from the future that battled time to come to our rescue. A very fine specimen that one was, not just sexually but in all aspects of a saiyan. He was perfect.

He had fluid grace in battle, every movement he made was like an articulate dance. He moved with the swiftness of a cat, quickly destroying any who got in his way.

I adored him, his strength was something I could only wish for. He would never know this though, I wouldn't let him.

"I'll miss you Trunks!" Gohan sobbed, throwing himself onto the teen from the future.

Friends and family had gathered around the time machine and the time traveling youth, tears running freely as they readied for his departure.

It was sickening, all of them crying over one person's presence. Why did they care so much, he had served his purpose and now it was time to return him to his own timeline.

Finally just to end it all I stepped from the shadows and locked eyes with Trunks, demanding his attention.

He paused in his goodbyes and smiled at me with what I perceived to be adoration. I scowled and he mistakenly took this as an invitation and went to me, grabbing my wrist in his warm hand.

"What do you want?" I frowned.

He made no reply but continued to pull on my arm, leading me away from the others. I glanced back to see their reaction but they were oblivious, simply thinking he wanted to say a private good bye.

Fools.

What reason would I have to wish for privacy? They were far from wrong in their assumptions if they thought there could possibly be anything between us.

As he led us deeper into the woods I had finally had enough and my temper snapped, I wrenched my arm from his desperate grip and glared angrily at him.

"I asked you what you wanted." I growled.

He turned to me, a strange light in his blue orbs. "I knew you would come." He said simply.

His response took me by surprise. "What?" I frowned.

He leaned closer to me and grinned. "I knew you would come to say goodbye." He replied.

"I didn't-." I began heatedly.

He roughly pushed my back against a tree and I gasped in surprise, giving him the opportunity he had been trying to achieve.

He firmly captured my mouth in a desperate kiss, trying to persuade my emotions before I did something drastic. Which I was about to do.

I roared and threw him away from me. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I snarled at him.

Despite my obvious lack of interest in him he still watched me hungrily with a look of untold passion as he spread before me in the fallen leaves.

"I know you want me." He purred. "Allow me to pleasure you, it'll be worth your while." He winked.

I stared in amazement at the atrocity of such a suggestion. The mere thought was sickening and to speak it aloud was a horrendous act in itself.

"You sick bastard, why the hell would I want that from you?" I demanded.

He nimbly rose to his feet, his long purple locks chasing shadows across his smooth skin. I firmly stood my ground as he sexily strutted toward me.

"Why wouldn't you?" He asked huskily.

This time I did not object as he firmly took hold of my lips, I was confused by what he was doing, I knew this was wrong yet the sensation was causing my stomach to flutter.

He moaned into the kiss, flicking his tongue across my lips, demanding entrance as he pressed more firmly against me.

My mouth opened hesitantly and he delved his tongue in with frenzied fervor, twisting his digit in a mad dance. Our tongues tangled as I grew bold and a battle for dominance ensued soon after.

Finally he pulled away from me when air was needed, wiping his mouth and grinning cheekily at me.

"Let's try something a little more fun." He panted.

I stared numbly as he dropped to his knees in front of me, wrapping his arms around my legs and looking up at me with deep eyes.

He nuzzled my crotch and my erection sprang forth obediently. "Only if you want me to." He said softly, damn well knowing that I wouldn't refuse him now.

I nodded numbly and an evil grin spread across his face as he ripped my pants down to pool around my ankles.

"Hm, no undies? That's kinda sexy." He winked.

I flushed but remained silent, not one hundred percent sure as to what was about to happen.

I was quickly educated though as he closed his mouth around my stiff erection. I tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, my mind running in whirls of a dizzy haze.

My hands tangled into his locks, holding his head in a death grip as he madly twirled his tongue in a dance of pleasure.

I groaned and thrust my hips forward against his face, trying to get more of the sensation of wet velvet which was his mouth.

He felt my need and swallowed as much as he could hold, gently scrapping his teeth against the head of my cock. He bobbed his head and brought me closer than I've ever been to heaven, like an angel committing a sin especially for me.

"Trunks." I hissed.

"Cum for me." He moaned around my length.

I choked at his words which managed to heighten my lust further, the indescribable pleasure pooled in my crotch and still he continued, as though trying to pull my very essence from within me.

"Nn." I shuddered.

My entire body tensed as I reached the peak of my ecstasy, straining as he continued to greedily suck at me until I finally reached completion.

I rose to my toes, rolling with the sensation, trying to get closer to that feeling of holiness. I could not deny my muscles the spasm of pleasure that shot through me and I simply let go.

I exploded into his mouth with a hoarse cry, coating his cheeks and face with semen. He chuckled and pulled away as I weakly lost my balance, falling with a soft thud to the ground.

He locked eyes with me as he licked away the remaining semen from his lips. "Mm." He purred.

I shivered as his actions brought forth the strange stirring in my loins once again. I was panting heavily as my lungs burned for much needed air.

He crawled closer to me, a predatory glint to his eyes. "Now that we're here on the ground, how 'bout I take a turn." He said sensuously.

I nodded slowly, a little hesitant but he had already enticed me with his first actions and I actually trusted him.

"Go ahead Trunks." I whispered, lying before him.

He moved over me, beginning to straddle my waist…

"Trunks-kun?" A small voice called.

I froze. Gohan.

Trunks' eyes likewise widened and searched for the voice. Gohan made himself present and the little fucker's face was filled with shock as he saw the position we were in. Served him right for spying.

"Gohan, it's not what it seems." Trunks tried to reassure, I remained silent, uncaring.

"W-what are you doing?" He asked in fear.

This was going no where quickly and I growled as I pushed Trunks off my body, gathering my pants up, I angrily stood and threw Gohan to the ground.

"Why don't you get the hell out of here and let us deal with our business?" I growled in his face.

"But why are you doing this, it isn't right." He denied.

"How about you mind your own damn business and get out of here." I gripped his collar threateningly.

"But this is my business! Trunks is my friend and you're-."

I backhanded him and he flew into a tree, cracking his head against the strong bark and still breaking through. He slid limply to the ground, head lolling against his chest. I brushed off my clothes and stood.

I turned and grinned at Trunks. "I think that took care of him."

Trunks nodded numbly in shock and I draped myself around his shoulders, licking his ear lustfully.

"Now what were you going to show me?" I chuckled.

"I think maybe we should go somewhere more private." He glanced at the battered Gohan. "I don't want anyone else interrupting our fun." He said smiling.

"I completely agree." I murmured, allowing my sexual desires to guide my decisions no matter how wrong.

He took my hand and I did not resist in the least as we rose to the sky. I followed him in the air towards the snowy mountains, frowning in slight hesitance.

"Don't worry, I know about some caves up here, it's so cold here that you could store things in these caves and they'll be preserved for years to come." He informed me.

I nodded, not really interested in a lesson about mountains. We stopped and I looked at the small cave entrance.

"Here?" I asked.

He nodded. "Don't worry about the cold, I'll keep you warm." He reassured.

I smiled at his words and followed him as he pulled my hand.

He led me inside the homey little space and I was in awe at the simple beauty of it as I spied icicles hanging from the ceiling. He was also right about the temperature, it being a lot warmer within the stone walls.

I felt a tickling at my neck and turned to see Trunks standing nude before me, my eyes widened, seeing his true beauty for the fist time.

His body was simply to die for, his abs were rock hard and he flexed his biceps in the dim light arrogantly. My eyes weren't focused on his muscles though, no his little "package" is what caught my attention and believe me, it was no where close to little.

His magnificent cock was standing proudly away from the nestle of lavender curls, I licked my lips in anticipation.

In all, his well tanned, muscled body met up with my expectations but that was to be expected with the perfect creature Mirai was.

He wrapped his arms around me and unfastened my pants, letting them slip to the ground once again. He ran a hand up my chest, leaving my shirt on and lightly thrusting against my back as I was lost to his gentle caresses.

Then, gently he laid me down to the floor, my only protection being my shirt which I welcomed against the frigid breeze.

He hovered above me in all his glory yet I was still having slight misgivings. This was definitely something I was not used to.

"Don't worry, I'll make it quick." He soothed as he leaned over me.

I nodded my consent and instead of waiting for any preparation he rolled me onto my stomach and forcefully shoved himself in. I froze in pain, my mind a white blaze of agony.

"T-trunks!" I gasped.

I panicked as the uncomfortable weight filled me and tried to squirm from his grasp.

"I don't think so." He growled and clipped me at the base of my skull.

I cried and fell to my chest onto the cold stones as pain engulfed my head and lower regions.

"You're my fuck toy for now." He hissed into my ear.

This was a nightmare, it had to be. He had been so nice to me, he had actually wanted me hadn't he? But now, now he was just raping me. I don't want this do I? These feelings are wrong!

He rode me wildly, his hips constantly slapping against my bare skin as he sawed in and out. I choked at the sensation, I didn't like it and it felt as though something was burning and tearing within me.

"P-please Trunks." I pleaded for him to slow in his movements.

He ignored my cry and only pounded harder against me, wrenching a pained screech from my pale lips.

I dug my nails into the cold rock beneath me, trying to draw my attention away from his movements. But compared to his continuous thrusts my bleeding fingers were nothing.

It finally got to a point where I weakly managed to ignore everything around me, I didn't want to feel this hurt inside of me. It was too much for my battered mind to dwell on.

I closed my eyes and lay unresponsively as he writhed above me in pleasure. I tightened my muscles in a desperate attempt to appease him and squeezed his shaft forcefully.

He moaned and his hips tightened against me as he jerked, releasing his warm seed deep into my body.

I sighed in relief as he rolled his sweaty body off of me, wincing as he pulled out and the cool air rushed into my abused hole.

His laboring breathing was the only sound to echo back at us from the walls and I shuddered as it brought back the memory of our sin.

He finally coughed and stood, quickly pulling on his clothes against the chill that was beginning to drift in. I remained motionless as he moved around in front of me. He then stopped and allowed himself to relax against the cool rocks, gazing out into the snow.

I watched him standing at the mouth of the cave, his body was still so beautiful in my eyes despite everything and I was ashamed of myself. Only hours before I had been pure but then this boy had come and seduced me into feeling things I never would have felt before.

He had stolen my innocence, everything I stood for, it was all gone because I allowed my lust to consume me. I felt remorseful, it was my fault wasn't it?

No, I wouldn't believe it. He had seduced me, he was the one who was evil.

There had to be a way to make it better, to cure this filthiness that I felt burdened with. What could possibly right this kind of wrong? And then I remembered the one emotion that could cleanse any wound.

"Trunks, do you love me?" I asked hesitantly.

His shoulders stiffened and he turned slowly. "No I don't love you and I never have." He said calmly, void of all emotion.

I was frozen by his cool attitude which only moments before had been caring and warm. "What?" I gasped in shock.

"You heard me." He spat. "I used you, I wanted to see how dense you really were and guess what, you fell for it."

He turned back around and my eyes narrowed to slits. Used me? That bastard used me and he thinks he's going to get away with it?! I don't think so.

I staggered to my feet, clutching my pants to my body. "You fucking whore." I seethed.

"What did you call me?" He glared over his shoulder.

I released a high pitched cackle. "That's all you are Mirai, a dirty little slut." I smirked.

He angrily turned, trying to intimidate me with his height. I stood my ground defiantly.

"You had better take that back." He growled.

"Why should I? It's true isn't it, you've probably fucked all the Z fighters." I continued.

His clenched fist shot out, obviously aimed for my head yet I dodged it smoothly.

"Weakling." I said to his face.

He lunged toward me and I easily hit him to the side, grinning as his body rolled and crashed into the cave wall.

He panted as he rose to his knees and turned to glare at me. His final mistake which he soon found out. His eyes widened in horror as I stood above him, large rock in hands.

"Who's the fool now?" I grinned sadistically.

He tried to scream, to plead for his life but I heard none of it as I brought the granite down upon his head with a satisfying crack.

Blood sprayed into my face as his eyes rolled back into his head and his body fell limply to the ground.

I stood poised above him, the bloody rock still in my quivering grasp. This was not good, I never meant for it to go this far.

I hefted his limp torso into my arms and dragged him into the corner of the cave, dropping him unceremoniously into the dirt.

"This is your own fault you know." I glared as I turned to leave.

I stopped at the entrance of the cave. "You should have loved me."

-----End Flashback-----

"Mirai, I'm home." A whispery voice called.

There was no answer and the figure expected none as he strolled into the damp cave. He looked in the corner of the cave where the future boy always waited.

"Morning Trunks, sorry I haven't visited for a while. I suppose you could say I was busy with work." He chuckled. "I'm sure you personally know what happens when I go to "work" with my clients."

There was no sound from the hidden prince and the figure shrugged his shoulders. "Not in the mood to talk today? That's fine, maybe later."

He busied himself around the small cave, changing the stale water that had not been touched and the moldy food that had likewise been left alone.

"You know if you don't eat you're going to waste away to nothing, and then where will you be?" The man demanded.

The body remained unmoving and the figure frowned. "What's wrong Trunks, you're not mad at me again are you?" He asked forlornly.

There was still no hint of awareness and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "What have I told you about ignoring me Mirai?" He hissed.

He angrily lunged at the unresponsive form, flipping the body to face him. The dull purple hair spread into the deathly white face as the corpse's neck was wrenched toward the figure.

He gripped the stone hard shoulders and straddled the dead body beneath him.

"It looks like I'm going to have to punish you again." He snarled.

He savagely ripped at the corpse, tearing away any clothing that resisted his insistent tugging. He then stood and admired his work, Trunks' body resembled porcelain, forever frozen in his prime and it was all his.

He dragged the defeated body across the cold stone and then gently laid him to the floor. "My gentle Trunks." He caressed the cool cheek.

He tore away his own clothes and fell back to the corpse's hips. His breathing was already erratic, and he was having trouble keeping in control, he shook his head to clear it and looked into the serene face.

"Remember, this is your fault Trunks, you did this to me." He said through clenched teeth.

Despite such harsh words he gently ran his hands up the cool smooth chest of his captive, sharing his pleasure with Mirai.

"You see Mirai, I do love you. I've kept you safe with me, isn't that considered love?" He whispered as he rained butterfly kisses upon the unmoving chest.

No, it's a sick obsession.

The man frowned at the voice. "No Trunks, it isn't an obsession, it's love." He insisted.

You sick freak, what would the others think if they found you like this?

His eyes blazed. "They won't find out." He growled.

With those words he thrust into the tight hole, expecting some type of response as his thick shaft was buried into the cold depths of Trunks' body. He of course got nothing but continued his ride towards pleasure.

His hand darted out and wrapped around the unresponsive flesh nestled before him in thick purple curls.

"Isn't this good Trunks?" He panted as his hips continued their slow dance.

He continued to "pleasure" the limp flesh but it remained cold and unmoving in his warm hand, despite this he felt himself nearing completion as he felt the tightening in his loins.

"T-trunks." He gasped, nearing completion.

Though Trunks had hurt him the man felt remorse for shaming the youth's body long after death. He cried for the first time in a long time.

Sobbing brokenly, he raped Mirai's body of any innocence he had once possessed, just as he had been treated so long ago.

"I forgive you Mirai, I never blamed you." He cried hoarsely.

He tensed as pleasure coursed through him and he released himself deep into the coldness, for a brief moment warming the body.

He fell weakly onto the body and kissed the cold lips, breathing in deeply.

"I love you Trunks." He sighed in satisfaction.

I don't love you and I never have.

The man froze at the cryptic words. "You don't mean that." He protested.

Oh but I do, I used you and guess what, you fell for it.

He screamed in frustration and clenched his head as the memories came to life with a vicious reality.

"N-no." He shuddered.

No one loves you, not even the Trunks of this timeline.

His head shot up. "That's where you're wrong." He whispered.

He rose calmly to his feet and gathered his ripped clothes, slipping into the most decent of them. He looked at the frozen corpse of a once beautiful creature, long ago given back to God.

"I don't need you anymore Mirai, you've reminded me that I will soon have my own Trunks so I'm letting you go." He said into the silence.

You can't get rid of me, no matter how hard you try I'll be in your head.

"You were a nice fuck but I'd rather have the real thing." The figure smirked.

He calmly flew out of the cave which he had spent most of his childhood in.

"Goodbye Mirai Trunks." He called over his shoulder.

He sent a ki blast into the entrance of the cave that had haunted his dreams for so long and continued floating away as the huge explosion behind him rocked the mountain and sent an avalanche down on the village below.

"Hello Trunks Briefs."

Author: :laughs evilly: Did u expect that?! Sorry if that was creepy or whatever, yes Mirai Trunks was dead. Hm, it's gonna seem boring after this, :shrugs: oh well. Well, I hope u liked it, please review!

-Red-