Never Again
By: Freewater
Ratings: R Male/Male relationships in this story, you have been warned
Warnings: I would have to say a lot of angst, mentions of rape.
Disclaimers: I don NOT own these characters, nor do I claim to. This story was made for the hell of it without profit.
Pairings: YAOI! Gh-Tr
Notes: These things here ooooo are for a change in time, scenery or character. And this will also be an Alternate Universe fic. Pan was never born to Videl.
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Two weeks after the incident in Trunks' office caused by the blood moon, Gohan still had yet to hear anything from any member of the briefs family. Mainly because Trunks was still putting off their little talk. The lavender haired CEO still had yet to even call Gohan to let him know he even wanted to speak with him.
Though Trunks had his reasons, he knew that in the long run he'd been putting it off for long enough, but he just couldn't help it. He'd been running around nonstop nearly twenty-four, seven just to try and fix the mess he made when he cancelled all his meetings the day he and Gohan went into heat.
Because of the way Linda gossiped, the whole building knew just why he cancelled those meetings, and it was taking a lot of effort to try and convince everyone who worked in Capsule Corp, including all their buyers and stockholders, that it was nothing more than a rumor caused by a bored and lonely secretary.
For that, he found himself resenting the darker demi once more, and whenever his new secretary called - Linda had to be fired - to tell him that a Son Gohan wished to speak with him, he found himself blowing off the older man to do some work.
For one thing, he had to be in another meeting in about one and a half minutes.
It wasn't that bad though. He wasn't being completely insensitive. He called Gohan earlier that day and left a message on his machine that he wished to speak with him after work got out. So there, he was dealing with it. But right now he was still running late.
Trunks raced down the halls of Capsule Corp, quickly squeezing into an elevator before it could shut on him, and after smiling politely to the woman he was sharing the elevator with, calmly waited for it to take him to the thirtieth floor. Taking a bite out of the ice-cream cone in his hand while he waited.
The cravings were really starting to drive him up the wall. And today he was going to be late because he just had to hear that ice-cream truck driving all the way across town, so he risked the flight and picked himself up a little snack.
He couldn't operate a meeting on an empty stomach anyway. Especially now that he had another little person to think about. Besides, he wasn't feeling too well, and hasn't been for the last few days, so he figured that the fresh air would do him some good.
He could see that the woman he was standing next to give him an odd look for having the ice-cream out of the corner of his eye, but that look quickly turned into a look of interest after he finished with it. Licking his fingers to get the remaining drops of melted sweetness off.
He was only two weeks pregnant, but by saiyan male standards he wouldn't start to show for another week or two, so he knew that he was still in well enough shape to get noticed. Especially because of the glow he was emitting. His mother described it as being something that all pregnant woman experienced. They looked radiant, or something like that, so everyone seemed to notice that he did too.
He wasn't interested in the blonde haired woman beside him, so he ignored her attempts at trying to seduce him. Making a mental note to find out who she was and have her fired later for trying to get in his pants in an elevator like that.
There was no way she could know who he was if she was going to try something like that. No one was that stupid.
The elevator soon came to a top a total of four times. Once to thankfully drop off the woman he was sharing the elevator with, who unhappily got off, next to pick up a few mail workers, then drop off the mail workers, and finally it stopped at his floor.
Trunks didn't expect to see his mother there though. Waiting for him with her foot tapping and arms crossed.
She didn't look too happy with him. "You're late." She hissed.
He only grinned at her sheepishly. "I got hungry?"
Bulma shook her head, knowing that there was no way she could get him into any trouble now. He was eating for two for God's sake! But that didn't mean that the board of directors knew that.
"You should have called me then!" She scolded, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the office where the meeting was to be held. "I could have gotten you something to eat, or had something sent up to the office for you. Now hurry, everyone's wondering what's taking you so long."
Trunks only chuckled at how worrisome she was being before strolling his way into the office. He knew she wasn't as mad about being late as she was trying to let on. He had those suits in the palm of his hand every time he saw them and she knew it. She just wanted to chew him out for not being on time like he said he would be.
After greeting the other members of the board with firm hand shakes and polite nods of his head, they all finally took their appropriate seats and got down to business.
Trunks couldn't help but notice a small plate of muffins in the center of the of the table, and he was quick to snatch one before anyone noticed. They must have been from the previous meeting, because there were only three there, and there was no way that would be enough for a board of ten people.
Someone dimmed the lights, and a projector came on showing their latest profit graphs and employee count. Nothing new, just the usual boring stuff that he was forced to pay attention to, especially since his mother was sitting right next to him. She could only smile at him though. Watching as he snuck bites of his muffin in the dark.
Although he knew that the meeting was rather important, he was only listening with a half an ear. His mind still focused on what he would say to Gohan when he saw him next.
He had to tell him about the baby, but he knew there was no way he could deny him his child. Not this time. Especially under the circumstances.
Seeing the blank look on her son's face, Bulma lightly elbowed him in the ribs. Getting his attention before sending him a mock glare. Her silent way to tell him to pay attention to what was being said.
After a few minutes and his muffin had been finished, Trunks felt a pain in his stomach, and he groaned silently. He was still hungry.
Looking towards the plate in the center of the table, he saw that the remaining muffins had been taken by the other members of the board. Damn.
Oh well. No problem. The meeting was going to end in about an hour. Forty-five minutes at the least. Then, he could leave and head on over to the nearest all-you-can-eat buffet and chow down. So he ignored it.
Ten minutes later, the hunger pain turned into a cramping sort of pain, and he figured that he was just having his usual cramps from having his insides messed with to make room for the baby.
This cramp was one of the worst he'd ever had though. It was bad enough to make him put a hand over his stomach and groan.
The other members of the meeting were too engrossed in their talk of profits that they didn't even notice, but his mother did.
"What's the matter?" She whispered, putting a gentle hand on his arm.
"My stomach hurts." He hissed in response, clenching his teeth when the cramping in his stomach turned into a burning sensation, and it was as if he could feel his insides spasming. "Something's wrong." He croaked, and by that time the board members seemed to notice their Vice President and CEO immersed in a private conversation.
"What's going on?" One of them asked. Worry on his face at the sight of Trunks holding his stomach like he was.
Bulma stood abruptly, doing the only thing that came to mind. "Gentlemen, my son is not feeling well. We'll adjourn this meeting until tomorrow at noon. Thank you." She said quickly, helping Trunks to his feet as they made their way out of the room.
The board members were not satisfied though. As it turned out, the board of directors was mostly made up of rather decent human beings.
"Should we call an ambulance?" One man asked, following her out into the hallway with a cell phone in his hand.
"No! No, thank you, I'll just take him to the infirmary downstairs." She said desperately. Helping her groaning son into the elevator as she frantically began tapping the button that would take her to the correct floor until the elevator doors closed.
Trunks sank to the floor, still clutching at his abdomen as he willed the burning to go away. It felt like he had heart burn all over his body, but mainly focused in his stomach, where his baby was located, and that made it scary.
"Trunks? Trunks are you okay?" His mother had gotten down on her knees to be at his eye level. Wiping the sweat off his brow and face as he pressed the back of his head into the cool steal of the elevator walls. Teeth clenched. Praying to Dende that everything would be alright and that he was only going through some sort of bodily change. Though he never experienced anything like this when he was pregnant with Pan.
"It hurts." He managed to say, searching for his child's Ki and beginning to panic when he couldn't find it. "What's going on?" He gasped. Feeling the elevator come to a stop as he was pulled to his feet.
"I don't know baby, but don't worry, we're going to find out." Bulma replied, practically dragging him down the hallway.
They were in the infirmary, but it was the one she'd designed specifically for emergencies only the Z-fighters could come up with. So the place was deserted of anyone else.
She pushed open a set of doors and led her son to a bed where he laid down gratefully before clenching every muscle in his body. Still clutching his stomach.
Bulma then rushed over to the intercom, pressing the button she knew would contact her husband in the gravity room.
"VEGETA!!"
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Gohan should have known better. Why did he even bother coming? He should have known that Trunks wouldn't show up.
After getting home to the clutter of his house to find a message on his answering machine, Gohan found himself thrilled to find that Trunks had left him that message. On it, he sounded almost sincere. Wanting to speak with him and discuss a few things in the park after getting off work.
He didn't show up though. Gohan came only to wait well over two and a half hours after the time that had been set. It was now dark out, and he was cold. He wanted to go home, crawl under the covers of his warm blanket and perhaps even die.
He'd so hoped that Trunks would show up. Perhaps offer him his forgiveness at long last. Maybe even let him see his daughter.
But no. It wasn't meant to be. Trunks still hated him. The prank he was pulling on him at that very moment was a testament to that.
Gohan leaned back into the cold seat of the park bench with a sigh.
He'd tried contacting Trunks through their link, but as usual, it was closed off to him. He knew he felt something spiking in his emotions from earlier. But before he could ask what was wrong Trunks closed the link again.
Any more of this and he was sure to go insane.
After deciding that he'd simply waited too long for a man who wasn't going to show up, Gohan got to his feet and started to walk to the nearest clearing in the park. Taking off into the night sky when he was sure he wouldn't be seen.
Perhaps it was time that he just left Trunks alone. He obviously wanted nothing more to do with him, despite his best efforts.
If Trunks didn't want him around, then he would just do as he wished and stay away.
To Be Continued..............................