A/N: I don't own DBZ. This story is AU…Characters are OOC. Warning, m/m coupling, also swearing the list goes on and on… If you don't like, don't read. Rated R.
"A Saiyanjin Lullaby"
Chapter 20
The next morning Gohan, dressed in his sweatpants and t-shirt, wandered down the stairs heading towards the kitchen. It was early and the sun hadn't risen yet. He had a case of the dreaded munchies, he was starving. "Ok-Ok, you're hungry. I get it!" He complained to his belly. Gohan was finding himself spending more time talking to his bundle when he was alone. "Your father should be carrying you, not me." He grumbled as he's bare feet stepped onto the cold tiled floor. "Remind me to put shoes on next time."
He headed over to grab a bowl and cereal as he couldn't be bothered cooking something up. He just wanted the hunger pains to go away so he could hop back into bed. Alongside his partner who was still curled up under those beautiful-beautiful warm blankets, while he was down stair stumbling around looking for food. "Sooo not fair." He mumbled.
Sitting there, with just the light above the stove to help him see, Gohan went to town eating his cereal, but it just wasn't helping him. He wanted more and he wanted it NOW. He finished his bowl and looked around for something more filling. Seeing nothing, he thought of what he really would like. It came to him in a flash. He would really love to have a BIG juicy steak – maybe. "Raw" A brow rose. "Now where did that come from?" Just then a loud rumble came from his stomach. "Did I ask you?" He frowned, looking down at his belly. "It's your fault anyhow, greedy!" He growled affectingly.
….
Telling his stomach to behave as he crept back up the stairs, not wanting to wake his partner, who was quietly snoring, Gohan snuck over to their bed. A smile spread over his lips, as he struggled with his Nikes. He glanced over at his partner lovingly while reaching over and picked up his keys from the dresser. He quietly grabbed his jacket and headed back down the hall with one thing on his mind, 'food' and lots of it. His plan was simple; to drive around looking for a 24hr fast food store, anything would do, even a truck stop just outside of town would be better than starving. It was driving him insane the hunger pains. He was famished. Hopefully there would be something not too far away. He felt like he hadn't eaten in days.
Reaching for the front door, jacket in hand, keys ready. "Gohan" came a husky voice, full of sleep. He turned around and a gentle smile curled upon his lips.
"Mirai, what you doing up?"
The lavender hair Saiyan had just walked down the stairs, smiling as he greeted the younger teen.
"I can't sleep. Where are you going at this hour of the morning?" He asked. His hair was in disarray from all the tossing and turning, dressed only in his pj bottoms.
Gohan stuck out his swollen belly, not that he had too. He patted it with a sigh. "Jr's hungry." He explained with a lopsided grin.
Mirai's eyes widened. He hadn't really noticed before, but Gohan was sporting a basketball. "Woooa, bro you have grown." He took a few step towards him, eyes dragging away from his friend's swollen belly to his blushing cheeks. A smile sprung on Mirai's face. "Congratulations again… Hey wait up. I'll go withya."
"If you want, but I was just gonna nick out for a bite to eat."
"No, that's cool. We can talk."
A little concerned, Gohan raised brow. "Won't your partner get worried about you?" he asked.
"Nuh. He's cool. Just hold up a sec while I get changed. I'll be real quick. Promise."
"No prob. I'll just get the car."
"K" Mirai Trunks smiled as he turned around and sprung back up the stairs. Gohan turned and stepped outside and into the cool air zipping up his jacket. He walked over to the garage with a smile on his face. A short time later, Gohan pulled up outside the front steps just as Mirai jogged out the door. A huge grin sprung onto his face when he saw the car so shiny and sleek. One word came to his mind - Sexy. He popped open the door and dropped into the leather seat of the black Mercedes, Vegeta's car. "WOOOAH. Look at this baby! I bet she flies"
Gohan smirked at his friend's response. "You can say that." Mirai looked over at him with an amused grin. "Come on lets get out of here. I'm starving."
"Sounds good to me..." Mirai beamed. Gohan pressed the remote for the gates. The massive white iron gates slid to the side parting like the Red Sea, allowing one sleek black car to be let lose on to the tar road, and powering up the street.
Once they turned off their road, Mirai turned to Gohan and asked. "So, how's things been for you since I left?" He continued sorting through all the CD's in front of him.
"Well, it's been eventful." Gohan glanced at him with a mischievous grin before turning back to the road. "Sooo, what about you? What's new at your end?" Gohan glanced back given Mirai a knowing wink.
Mirai chuckled. "Weeeell, my guy and I have been very busy…"
"I bet you have." Gohan chuckled earning a playful slap on the arm from his friend mocking his disapproval.
"Nooo, well yes, HEY none of your damn business!" He growled pretending to be mad. Gohan chuckled even more as he pulled up at a set of lights. He turned to his friend allowing him to continue. "We mostly have been setting up a little place of our own out in the forest. It's real nice."
"That sounds sweet. You two get alone?"
"Most definitely." He winked with Gohan chuckling as he shifted the car back into gear and took off again. Mirai continued, "It's like we don't have to talk, you know?" Gohan nodded silently. "We already know what the other is about to say before we even say anything." Mirai said quietly.
Gohan smiled knowingly. With his eyes on the road, he turned to his friend and said. "I'm glad. I'm glad you have him back, and you deserve each other." There eyes met in a quiet understanding.
"Thanks Gohan."
"For what?"
"For being you. For understanding. After everything… I thought…well I thought that you hated me for sure." His eyes lowered briefly ashamed.
"Hey, Mirai I could never hate you dude. You're my friend." Mirai's eyes lit up and he smiled gratefully. Gohan smiled as well. The friendship between them was still as strong as ever, and Gohan couldn't help being a little playful. "Though, that doesn't mean you can't piss me off." He chuckled.
"Bastard!" Maria chuckled hitting him in the arm again.
"Ouch… Watch it! No hurting me or I'll call Geta." An evil grin curled on Gohan lips.
"Oh, nooo please NOT that. I'll never survive." Both of them laughed.
Gohan turned to his friend next to him as they cruised for a place to eat. "Hey, I was thinking last night, would you guys like to go with us to a club tonight? It will be a blast! Whaddya say?"
Mirai frowned some "Well, I don't know. What will dad say?"
"I already asked him. He's cool with it. Anyhow my dad and Bulma are going as well."
"Mum and Goku, huh?" Mirai's brow rose as he looked at his friend. There was something there, he could tell. He knew this guy next to him too well. "What are you up to?"
"Hehe. Who said I was up to anything?" Mirai's eyes narrowed.
"Yeeeah right." Mirai smirked. Gohan chuckled. "Mm…something is defiantly up your sleave." Gohan gave his best innocent puppy dog look. Mirai chuckled. "Alright already. We would love to come with you guys. I wouldn't miss this for the world."
"Great!"
They continued chatting a little longer until they came to the only all night café on this side of town. Gohan pulled into the car park at the front. "This looks okay."
They got out of the car and into the fresh crisp air, and headed into the building with its bright fluorescent light. They approached a middle aged lady and ordered. She raised a brow as Gohan spelt out what he wanted and how many servings, blowing the girl away with the sheer quantity of his order.
"You're kidding me, right?" Gohan shock his head no. She frowned. "I hope you got the money for all this?" She asked suspiciously.
Gohan smiled sweetly and held up his partner card. "Will this do?" Mirai, with both hands jammed deep into his pockets to keep himself warm, tried so hard not to laugh. It was so comical seeing the lady walk away with disbelief expression stamped on her face.
Gohan turned around with cheesy grin. "That shut her up…. Wha?"
"He he, I couldn't help it, bro. She thought you were pulling her leg with everything you just ordered."
"Yeah, well she hasn't met a hungry Saiyan."
"Or a pregnant one at that." Mirai laughed as Gohan hit him.
"Watch it!" they both walked over to a table.
They found a booth that over looked the front street where they had parked and settled down in their seats. "It's nice." Gohan said looking out the window.
"What is?" Mirai asked as he sat opposite him.
"This time of the morning when the streets are semi quiet. I have being missing our little home out in the forest."
"Yeah, I can understand. I grew up in the City. Well what was left of one. But I can understand the need for the open space the fresh air to get away from it all."
Mirai continued. "You know, where we built our home it's so peaceful. You wouldn't think anything had ever happened, you know from the time the Androids came and destroyed everything. They pretty much left the countryside alone." He explained, drifting into his own thoughts. He continued to look outside as the street lights started to fade. Mirai turned back and looked over at this young Gohan. The boy was looking a bit down, a little lost. "Penny for your thoughts?"
Gohan turned to him with half smile. "Sorry?"
"Penny for your thoughts. It's something my mother used to say when she wanted to know what was on my mind."
"I see…"
"Well spill it. What's on your mind?"
"Lot's…"
"Well gives."
"I was just thinking how I won't be able to go to school."
"Because of the pregnancy?"
"Yeah. Too many questions, and it's not like I can hide it now."
"That's true, but you can still do home schooling or something, right?"
"Yeah, there are lots of ways I can continue with my schooling. It's just I'm going to miss being with them all, not that they will want hang out with me now with everything."
"What makes you think that?"
"They know about me… well at least some of it. They'll probably have thousands of questions to ask me."
"Well chibi all I can say is if they are true friends then they will look beyond all if this. You'd be surprised what humans will accommodate. Look at my world."
"Yeah, I guess. Sorry about unloading this crap on you Mirai."
"Hey it's cool, and I asked so don't apologise. It's not good for a man in your condition to worry." They both laughed as their food arrived. "Now let's eat."
Gohan felt a whole lot better as this stomach started to fill. They talked, just general chit-chatting about things, laughing as close friends do.
The sun was stretching its early morning rays over the fresh blue sky when they got back. The gates slid back revealing a very stone faced prince of Saiyans waiting impatiently, watching from where he stood on the front lawn, arms folded across his impressive chest as the car drove slowly past. Gohan turned with raised brow to Mirai. "He looks pissed."
"Yeah, I remember that look." Mirai whispered more to himself.
The car pulled into the garage and they both wearily got out. "It's okay Mirai…"
"Are you sure? He looked kinda… I don't know, like …"
"Like, he's going go super Saiyan on us?"
"Yeah, you know, just before he rips me apart or something." Gohan smirked and Mirai looked over at him with his anxious blues.
"Don't worry. You go and be with your partner I'll deal with him."
"I'm not going to let you…"
"It's cool…go. But just make sure you don't turn your back on him, not until you're inside. He won't do anything once you're inside. Bulma would kill him."
"Oh, that's reassuring." A crooked grin slipped on Mirai's face. Gohan patted him on the back as they separated. Gohan watched as his partner's eyes fixed and burned on Mirai as he passed him cautiously. They were dark and narrow, ready to strike. Mirai's own eyes stayed warily on his father picking up speed as he got closer to the house.
"Geta." Gohan called with every effort to sound calm. "GETA!" It took sometime to get Vegeta's eyes turn his way as he approached and stood in front of him. The prince's eyes were still narrowed but lost some of its coldness.
"Where have you been?!" Gohan could read more into that sentence, like. Why have you been with him?
Gohan put on all his charm as his hand wandered up his partner's arms, over his bulging biceps. Feeling those bunched up muscles, feeling the strength that is there. His eyes shone with arousing thoughts as he let his hands slide over the firm tissue. "Mmm" he purred.
"Boy?!"
Gohan's soft eyes glided over the sculptured form of his lover's body. He knew it well. He knew every inch of this man. He knew what buttons to press to turn him on. He knew what it was like to be in his loving arms at night. His groin started to twitch with the warming thoughts. His love was pouring from his heart.
He leaned closer as his hands snaked up and over the firm chest and around his lover's shoulders. Gohan lean closer with hunger clouding his eyes, the need to breathe in that appealing scent of his mate, to have his senses flooded with what was Vegeta, his lover.
Sooo very close, chest pressed, heart beats playing out the same tune of love and passion. Their breathing quickened, as each other breathed in the other's scent. Their senses stretched to another level, being so close.
A tidal wave of yearning passed through Gohan. He stepped back a little and gazed into his lover's black pools with his own ink wells. Love shone from them both, but Vegeta was not waving on his stance.
A warm smile curled on Gohan's lips he leaned, his head tilted some as he pressed his soft silks, on his claim on his mate's neck; a very appealing and appetising part of his lover's impressive frame. He heard Vegeta gasp some. A small triumphant smile curled upon Gohan's lips. Though, he couldn't see his lovers close his eyes as he fought to keep his composer, he could feel his lover's walls began to crumble under his power of seduction. Gohan gently glided his tongue leisurely over the small mark feeling Vegeta shuddered as he did.
"I—was hungry…" Gohan purred seductively with each conquest of his warm wet tongue. He slowly worked his way up Vegeta's jaw line. "…aaand you looked so peaceful lying there." Gohan's hot breath sent a spark of electricity through his lover's body. A welcoming kiss just on the edge of Vegeta's inviting lips. "…I didn't want to disturb you."
Gohan lustful glaze looked up to be met by dark midnight pools, but Vegeta fought with himself he wasn't going to let him to get away that easily. He wasn't happy that his lover left without a word and especially with another male, and Mirai of all people. Gohan searched for some form of understanding. Vegeta was doing his best to cover up any misgivings on his part. He desperately tried to keep up his masked front, but it was transparent to his lover. A small victory smile curled upon Gohan's lips again, he leaned closer and kissed him gently but fully on the lips.
At first there was no return, but then the walls came crashing down and invasion of hot demanding passion, a fire so full of authority, so controlling. His prince was pushing his point of ownership firmly across. Gohan belonged to him, and him ALONE.
Vegeta was sucking the life out of boy's lungs as their tongues fought for supremacy, a spar for power, a deep seeded passion that burned inside them both. Something only two people deeply in love could hold. When Vegeta thought he had made it clear to the boy who was in command, who was in charge. He pulled away. Gohan's mind was lost in a haze, a fog of pure need, lust. The tables had been turned.
If he thought he was in control of that kiss he was seriously mistaken, and he now knew it. He was just brought back down a peg or two with one blistering kiss. His legs felt like jelly and his only support was his lover's broad shoulders. Gohan wasted no time in smashing their lips into another frenzy of burning passion, a kiss. A hot passion that could rip away any air you might have left. The boy was on fire, he couldn't get enough of the man he loved. That's when he felt Vegeta again pull away.
Confused and hungry, Gohan wasn't going to have any of that. He didn't care where they stood, where they were. If he had to, he was all for knocking his guy down on the front lawn and take what his body so desired. He needed to quench the thirst that burned inside him. All common sense had gone, lust consumed him now. He went to gain those delicious lips one again, to capture them and taste them, but Vegeta pulled him away from him.
Through the haze Gohan saw a slight smirk on his lover's lips. Vegeta wasn't fooled with the boy's trickery. He knew all along what the boy was doing, trying to seduce him from his thoughts. It didn't change the fact that Gohan had left with Mirai Trunks without consulting with him first, to consider his own feelings on this issue…
Vegeta turned his back to him, walking away, leaving his partner wanting more. "Geta?" came the plea. The prince smirked at the yearning in the boy's breathless voice. "Geta! Pleeeease… I'm real sorry. We just went out to grab something to eat. Honest!" The prince had stopped and was waiting for his partner to catch up. Gohan rushed up to him, his eyes pleading, the fire of seduction still burning strong. But now, now he was worried. "I'm sorry Geta really I am, but don't be mad. Pleeease Mirai's cool, and nothing happened. You said yourself it would be OK for him to come with us tonight." Gohan began to worry that Vegeta might cancel tonight because of this. His dream of getting his father and Bulma together would be taking a step back. He couldn't have that. He didn't want that.
Vegeta was thinking over the boy's words. It was true, but he didn't remember saying Gohan could spend time with Mirai anywhere else. With a heavy sigh, he thought it was unfair to ask the kid not to socialize or even speak to his future son why he was at CC. "Let's go inside."
"Does that mean you're not upset with me?" Gohan asked hopeful, searching his lover's eyes.
"For now. Now get upstairs."
Gohan frowned. "Why?" Vegeta cocked a brow in disbelief. Gohan's whole face flash red. "Oh" No other response came from his lips just the understanding. Vegeta grabbed the boy's hand and tugged him eagerly towards the house. The prince wasted no time getting them both upstairs where he closed the door behind them.
.........
It was around mid afternoon when the rest of the family saw them again as they both emerged from their room. Tired and contented, a soft glow spread over their faces. Gohan wore a timid glow while his partner, Vegeta, carried a smug smirk, full of dominance and power. The two chibi's giggled at them as they walked into the livingroom.
Trunks turned to Goten with his lips puckered up. "Oooo yes…yesss… argh… GETA!!!" The room burst out into fits of laughter. A very red face Gohan buried his face in hands. Vegeta face flared and a ki thread shot past everyone and hit chibi Trunks' backside. With a high pitch YELP the kid jumped up and raced past him clutching his behind.
Goten's eyes sprung wide as he watched his friend. He wasted no time in following his buddy they both disappeared upstairs.
"Vegeta!" Bulma snapped as she shot up from the couch to check on her son.
Mirai Trunks and Mirai Gohan chuckled quietly with Goku smirking opposite them. Vegeta, feeling better, turned and went into the kitchen leaving Gohan to flop back on the couch, totally embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it son." Goku said his voice still holding the smirk he was failing to hide.
"Yeah Gohan, we're twice as noisy as you guys when we're at home." Mirai Trunk said with an evil grin, watching his partner cheeks turn bright red.
"Hey, do you really have to tell everyone that?!" Mirai Gohan growled.
"Horndog" Mirai purred seductively, laughing as his partner shook his head at him in disbelief.
"So my son's a horndog?" Goku chuckled. "Taking after their old man."
"DAD!!" Both Gohans responded preferring not to know about their father's sex life.
Goku laughed, as he headed towards the kitchen leaving the three boys alone. An awkward silence followed. There was Mirai Trunks with the two people, all be it one and the same person. His love for them was great. And here they were in the same room together with him. One pregnant the other, older and battled scarred, his mate.
Mirai Gohan looked over at his younger pregnant self. "What's it like?"
"Sorry?" Gohan looked up to see his AU self looking at him. It clicked he was looking at his belly. "O the baby? It's been an experience and half so far, and I don't know if I would recommend it." He said truthfully.
"Do you feel the kid move around?" M Gohan asked, inquisitively.
"Well more so now, especially since yesterday. It's like it doubled in size or something already. It feels really strange. I get kinda of moody for no reason. Just ask Geta. He can't keep up with me. He's going bonkers trying!" That put smiles on all the boy's faces.
"I bet! It's strange to think that you are me, and that you're sitting over there with my father in-law's child. I remember Vegeta when I was a kid and I can honestly say there was never anything between us. No sexual attraction at all. But what I do remember was a bond between us when we were fighting against the androids. It was strongest thing I had ever felt we were fighting for a cause…I missed him when he died." Mirai Trunks placed a comforting hand over his lover's right knee. They both smiled a compassionate smile.
The younger Gohan nodded. He could understand this. "I guess it's weird for me too. I mean, you don't feel the same way for Geta as I do. Where I couldn't live without him…I know if he didn't come that day…I- I wouldn't have been here now. He saved my life so many times, in more ways than I can ever count… and now look, he's gone and got me like this… " Gohan giggled looking down at his belly.
"It takes two, chibi." Mirai Trunks smirked.
"I don't know but it seems to suit you both." M Gohan said looking back at his partner. "What do say babe, wanna have a cub of our own?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at M Trunks.
"Hey! Why look at me? What about you?! I mean we know you can, already." Mirai Trunks growled.
"HELL NO! If we can, it's going to be you, babe. You can carry the child. My little chickadee…" Mirai Gohan chuckled. He had an image of his partner sprawled out on the couch pregnant watching some soapy on TV wearing fluffy lavender slippers eating chips.
Mirai Trunks pressed his lips together, and glared at him. "Like wax I am going to full pregnant. If anything you're carrying our kid!"
"Don't let him get away with it Mirai Gohan." Young Gohan was enjoying the idea of pay back, even if it was with Geta's AU son.
"I agree." M Gohan said and, without warning, leapt up and tackled his stunned partner down, pinning him under him on the couch with his weight and strength, stopping Mirai Trunks from moving. Laughter echoed off the walls as they danced, rolled off the couch onto the floor with a loud THUD. Gohan was sending cheers of support and encouragement to Mirai Gohan when the two full blooded Saiyans came though the door to see what the noise was all about. They stood side by side with the same amused expression at seeing the two older boys wrestle mischievously, on the floor not far away with young Gohan setting up on the couch, tying to keep his legs away from the wrestling match in front of him.
Bulma came out shaking her head. "Get a room if you're going do anything!" M Gohan and his lavender hair partner looked up from their frolicking on the floor with everyone smirking at them.
"Doing what?" Mirai Gohan asked innocently with a lopsided grin.
The younger Gohan looked up from his place on the couch with a big grin. He was enjoying himself being surrounding by his extended family. "Who's up for a spar? We can each pick our own partners."
"Hey, haven't you forgotten something sport. Like you're pregnant." M Gohan said, getting the younger version of him to spit out his tongue at him.
"What? Worried I'll beat the pants off ya, huh?" Young Gohan asked with smug smile. Vegeta laughed enjoying his love playfulness.
"Well in that case… ladies first." M Gohan said with a sarcastic sneer as he stood up, half bowing. He pointed, motioning towards the door. His younger self sprung up from the couch – well he tried to at least. M Gohan fought back his laughter as the boy struggled to get to his feet.
"You just wait!" Gohan growled his eyes snapped over to Vegeta standing with arms still folded looking at him with a stone expression. "Geta GET HIM!" He spat. Vegeta snorted.
"You're on your own boy." He said and turned, leaving his partner flabbergasted. Before Vegeta left he turned back to the other two, and with a deadly stone expression. "But, if you hurt him or our cub, you'll die a slow and painful death." Both Mirai Trunks and M Gohan looked at each other, paling fast.
Young Gohan stood up with a victory smirk and crowed. "You heard. You can't hurt me!"
He soon regretted his words as his eyes sprung wide. "Hey guys…guys I was only joking…" He waved his hands in front of him as backed up. "…just kidding that's all….Wooooofff"
He found himself lying on his back on the soft couch being serially tickled by two warriors from another time line. "I don't know about you babe, but I didn't hear Vegeta say we couldn't torture him for a bit." M Gohan grinned as he pinned the smaller version of himself down watching him squirm, struggling beneath him.
"Your riiiiight. I didn't hear him say anything about torture." Mirai Trunks smirked as he helped to keep the boy from falling over and hurting himself. They wasted no time in afflicting their tickles, torturing again and again with young Gohan squeals of forgiveness, his face flushed pleading for them to stop.
"Ah, don't worry we'll stop just before you pee yourself." Mirai Gohan chuckled with the look of horror on the boy's face. They went back to tickling him again only to be pulled up with a commanding voice.
"Hey, boys that's enough! Leave him alone." Bulma clapped her hands quickly dismissing the two powerful warriors. "Now, go and grab something to eat." They stopped and looked at their work, satisfied with the boy gasping for more air to fill his lungs.
Between breaths, "I'm soooo going to pay you both back for that!" Young Gohan choked out. They smiled and held out their hands to help him up. He shook his head no and let one arm fall limp over his eyes for much need rest.
"Well we'll be looking forward to it." Mirai Trunks cooed with a sinister grin. Young Gohan just grunted without looking at them. The two future warriors left for the kitchen with Bulma laughing. Goku came up to the couch and looked down at his boy.
"How are feeling son?"
Without looking Gohan shrugged his shoulders. "Tired."
"Well you started it." Goku grinned.
This time Gohan removed his hand and looked up at his father. "Me?" He said in his best sweet voice but couldn't help grinning.
"Yes you. Do you want anything?" Goku asked being serious again.
"No I'm fine. I'll just rest here for a bit." Already feeling sleepy he started to doze off, though he had a mild recollection of Vegeta at some point carrying him upstairs and into their room. He woke up an hour or so later with Vegeta's soft touch, his finger gliding alone his high cheek bone.
"Come along boy. You wanted to go to the club. Cue-ball has already come over and has taken the boys for their camping trip." Feeling heavy from sleep, Gohan fought to keep his eyelids open. "Are you sure you up to it koi?"
"Yes, I want to go." Gohan's voice was nothing more than a sleepy rasp. He struggled to sit up, but his body felt like lead. His sleepy eyes looked up at his mate for help.
"Here." From lying beside the boy, Vegeta moved his hand and placed it gently over Gohan's belly. He leaned over and kissed him softly on his supple lips and whispered. "Just relax, let me feed jr."
Gohan did just that. Closing his eyes he felt that warm familiar glow of Vegeta's ki being greedily lapped up, and once again, absorbed by their cub. "He must be hungry." Gohan said weakly still not quite awake.
Vegeta grinned and in quiet voice. "You said he." Gohan eyes flicked open. He looked up to see a smug expression on the prince face.
"Um…well, I'm tired and …"
"And you still said, he." Vegeta chuckled softly, kissing the boy on his lips stopping Gohan from arguing with him. Vegeta pulled away just a fraction, just enough to see the boys loving eyes. The prince's own eyes soaked up the beauty that lay before him and he cooed. "I've always wanted to see you bathed in whipped cream with a sprinkle of chocolate." Before Gohan could respond his cheeks went a deep shade of red, but then a smile curled onto his lips as he was been sprinkled with angles kiss.
"Well…" He cooed. "…if and when that happens, you'll be the first to tell me how it feels."
"Smartass." Vegeta chuckled as he kissed him again, full on the lips this time ending the discussion all together as they embraced passionately once again.
……
At the club, 'Lua Selvagem' there was an arousing sight to be held. Two vibrant bodies out on the middle of the dance floor showing what they could do as the song Desert Rose was being played.
As the beginning of the allure tempo pulled and entered through their bodies as it came flowing over the speakers flooding the room with its powerful sex appeal. The erotic melody captured everyone in its untamed waves, surging through their pulses. Hips began to sway as the steamy aroma of the atmosphere began to takes hold; feverishly lapped up as hips began to swivel and roll in tune of the song.
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs though my hand
…
I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
The tempo quickened, hips continue to mash and roll as the chant played on. Eyes closed as hands glided snaking their way down and over hot flesh, around tanned leather coated thighs. A hot groin jolts up to meet a tight pretty behind, pressed so, so very close to a black short hugging silk dress that shimmy under the dim lights above.
In time with the melody, hands glided over swaying hips, down burning thighs. Not quite touching, but the impact was still the same. Still very much alive, on fire… and the flame took them over, pulling them along for the magical journey. A thin shimmer of sweat trailed over their hair line as they dance on and on and on, relentlessly. Hearts pound inside their chests, pounding away, with the realisation of a secret dream, the begging of a fantasy for both of them.
Eyes glazed with hot burning desires as their breathing began pleading for more air, while they twist, and turned, and sway with each seductive movement that brought them even closer…
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
…
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realise that nothing's as it seems
…
I dream of rain
I dreams of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs though my hand
…
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love
Faster still harder than before, in sweet synch with the tempo, the beat, hips swayed mashed melded grinded in circles as the temperature in the room rose and was set alight. Flames of movement, hands that searched, seek out passionately, possessively, claiming what their deep desires crave for. The heat that swelled, the sweet hot smell of the room that surrounded them began to burn through their senses, provoking them even more as they began to breathe in that sweet sweaty coated sex appeal. Hearts pounded fiercely pushing them on, towards the ledge, over a line they were not willing to cross for so many years…
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs though my hand
…
Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower,
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
…
Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
In the sweet intoxication of the fall
Magic gave way to a fantasy of arousal as bodies began to sway with the sweet melody. Glazed liquid pools left no doubt of their burning desire, desires that echo in each other's thoughts.
A reflection of what was around the corner. Their bodies begin to cool, breathing coming in short pants as they recover from a hiding place, awaken dream; a world that they both have denied and pushed aside at some point in time.
A startling realization, that flashed before them that they were not a lone. Dark pools lit with the realization of what had happened. Goku held out his hand and Bulma smiled as she took it. Fingers entwined a gentle reassuring squeeze of safety as the warrior led his date from the smouldering dance floor, back to meet the knowing taunt that might await them.
Gohan had spent the best part of the night since they got to the club being in shock. "Close your mouth boy you look like a cod fish." Vegeta smirked. They both had sat back, contented to watch the others on the dance floor for the past hour or so.
Gohan couldn't believe what he had seen. It was all going to plan, once his father was reluctantly dragged out onto the dance floor by Bulma. He was now showing a new side of himself that Gohan never knew existed. Vegeta has been quietly enjoying the boy's reaction, from stunned to amazement to complete awe, with each new move his father danced, silencing Gohan from any intelligible, verbal response. "…ah…er…I…he…she…"
Vegeta chuckled. "They're not bad, eh? But not as good as us..." He cooed while nuzzling his lover's neck.
Gohan's wide eyes were firmly glued on his father as they made their way over through the sea of people. Not fazed, Vegeta continued attending to the soft supple skin of his lover. Gohan was still staring as his father and Bulma took a seat opposite him. Bulma couldn't help but feel light headed. She giggled when she saw Gohan.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" She asked Gohan before turning her head back to Goku who handed her a cold drink. "Ah…" Their fingers touched sending a spark of electricity through the both of them. Eyes locked and a coy smile curled upon their satin lips. "…thanks."
Gohan's jaw dropped again as he watched his father's lips press against the woman the boy had grown to love as mother. Vegeta momentarily pulled away and snickered at his partner's stunned expression breaking the lock on Goku and Bulma lips. "Koi, snap out of it. Stop staring at them!"
"Wh – wha… Oh sorry." Gohan looked down at the table, embarrassed. Goku chuckled at his son's discomfort, thinking it was sweet. He watching as a deep shade of crimson appeared on the boy's face, clearly embarrassed. "I didn't mean to stare." The words came in whisper from the boys lips.
Vegeta squeezed him, affectionately. "Boy, don't worry so…"
"It's cool, son. Don't be embarrassed. I'm not…" He said turning his attention back to Bulma, who nodded with the silent word between them.
Gohan looked up to see them both lost in the other, staring at each other. Love sick puppies. Wordless sentence were spoken through only their eyes.
Vegeta leaned and whispered into his boy's ear, a hot breath that sent a welcoming shiver through Gohan's body. His lips parted, with what Vegeta was doing to him, and being so close.
"I think you got your wish boy." He purred. Gohan eyes flickered open a smile graced his face. Vegeta smirked knowingly before his lips danced back down the boy's smooth, warm skin. Everyone was forgotten once more as the prince tended to his love.
Out on the dance floor, not too far away from them, was Mirai Trunks and his own lover. All was lost to them as well, as eyes locked and lust burned for all to see. Hips were dipping and grinding in circles making everyone hot and bothered under their collars.
An hour or so later, Bulma and Goku were back out on the dance floor. It seemed to be completion to see who could get closer to their partner in a sexual way, without actually touching the other. Gohan leaned back into Vegeta if that was possible as he was encircled in his lover's arms, watching the others.
"They make a perfect couple … whatya think?" Gohan asked in the mist of a giggle as Vegeta grazed his sensitive skin, teasing and suckling his signature on the boy's neck.
"Uh-huh," he murmured.
"You didn't even hear a word I said…" Gohan giggled some more as Vegeta nuzzled deeper, tickling him, teasing him with nips and kisses here and there. The seductive dancing down on the dance floor was arousing, and having his young lover close by was getting too much for Vegeta. They had been there for too long already, in his mind, and he wanted to get the boy home and soon.
After another steamy dance the two future warriors walked back to the table where Vegeta and Gohan were enjoying their time alone. With Gohan now on his lover's lap heightening their own needs with the soft caressing, tender kisses, a little foreplay went unnoticed among the huge crowd of people, most doing the same. Seeing the others, Gohan pulled away and just leaned into his partner's arms as they approached.
"Hey, that was AWESOME!" Mirai Gohan gushed as he moved so his partner could sit down first. Trunks winked at young Gohan.
"I think he's enjoying himself." M Trunks grinned leaning over the table with amusement.
"I think you're right." The younger Gohan sniggered watching his older self sit down and take a few sips from his glass of beer. Trunks turned back to the dance floor where Bulma and Goku were still engaged in another heated dance.
"I don't think we're the only one enjoying ourselves tonight."
Gohan smiled. "They do look good together, don't they?"
They all agreed, and in no time they began talking about the night as they sat, laughing sometimes, but always a sideways glance at the two on the dance floor. Gohan was growing more confident that his plan had worked. It was not until the next song wound down that Bulma and Goku returned to the table. Gohan had the biggest grin on his face. There wasn't much that would surprise him now he thought.
Mirai Trunks looked up at Goku as he sat down next to him. "That was GREAT! I never knew you could dance like that." He said.
Goku chuckled after taking good swig at his drink, nearly downing it all with his thirst. "I didn't either." He laughed, glancing over at Bulma sitting beside him.
"Hell I knew. Convincing him, that was the hardest bit." She said.
"Yeah, I did complain a bit, but I don't mind. It was fun." Goku said, his eyes a sparkle.
"FUN? Hell that was totally down right WICKED!! The pair of you outdid us." Mirai Gohan laughed. He was having a buzz being with his father again.
"Yeah, step aside you young ones. The experts are in town to show you guys how it's really done!" Bulma chuckled. It set off a burst of laughter all around the table.
……
It was late at night, or real early in the morning depending on how you see it when the taxi dropped them all off at the front gate of CC. Spilling out of the cab first was Bulma. Clumsily she hopped on one foot trying to remove her shoes. "These –damn – things." Each word was said with hop, she had a decent size buzz herself. Goku was grinning as he tried to steady her while she stumbled around trying to remove her shoes like it was the most difficult thing to do.
"Here, let me help you." Goku said leaning down only to have Bulma giggle as they danced around and tripped back against the tall gates laughing.
"Geez, you two." Vegeta shook his head, in annoyance while carrying his sleeping partner over to the gate.
"I don't know. They look… hiccup… cute." Mirai Trunks snickered while on all fours, struggling to get off the ground.
Mirai Gohan was standing over him with his hand stretched out in front of him. "Here, babe."
Trunks' blues lit with amusement as he burst into laughter, rolling on the turf outside the gate. "You still got lipstick –smudged on your face." Automatically, replaying the whole embarrassing incident in his mind.
"Well it wasn't my fault!" M Gohan grumbled feeling his cheeks flare.
"You baka!" Vegeta growled sarcastic as he pressed the four digit code that would open the gates. "How, can you mistake your own mate?!"
"She had lavender hair. How many others do you see with that colour hair?!" He snapped back in defence, rubbing at the red hot lipstick smudged over his face where the lady had attacked him with her hoover lips.
"You-- should have seen your face after she pulled away…" Mirai Trunks clutched his stomach as tears rolled down his cheeks. "It was sooo FUNNY!" He laughed.
Mirai Gohan's eyes narrowed. Not amused, he roughly pulled Trunks up, and with one quick tug, that the lavender hair found himself over his partner's shoulder. "HEY?!"
"Forget! You're sooo going to get it when we are upstairs!"
"Promises, promises…" Trunks giggled.
"WE DID IT!" Bulma screamed holding up her high heels in triumph. Goku with a lopsided grin was supporting her.
"So we hear." Vegeta said rolling his eyes at his ex, while closing the gates behind them all.
They all entered the house in their own unique way and headed to their rooms. Mirai Trunks bedroom door slammed shut. Then 'THUD' the sound of something heavy falling on the ground followed by more fits of laughter. "THAT'S IT!" Mirai Gohan's voice could be herd behind the closed door.
Giggling could be heard elsewhere as Vegeta closed his door. "I think we're the only sane ones." He mumbled under his breath. He gently placed his sleeping beauty down on the soft covers of their bed.
In no time Vegeta had removed his and his partner's clothes and Gohan was placed under the warm covers. The boy was still asleep, but searching for his lover's warmth.
Vegeta smiled as he slipped under the covers himself and watched as Gohan frowned in his sleep until the prince had him in his grasp. "I'm not going anywhere, Koi." He whispered gently kissing the boy's rich hair. "I will never leave you." He said as he wrapped his arms around his love and drawing him closer. He closed his own eyes allowing sleep to take him. "Never…" was the last thing that left his lips as Gohan nestled closer. Both curled up together entwined in each other warmth.
……
The morning sun spread its early rays that came to rest over the bed where two sleeping forms were still entwined in each others' arms and legs. Gohan's eyes flickered and opened. The sleepy haze slowly lifted. He was lying with his head on his lover's chest. The steady pattern of the rise and fall of Vegeta's heart beat brought a welcoming smile to Gohan. He carefully moved from his lover's embrace.
He quietly left for downstairs in search of food. In no time he was in the kitchen eating a healthy size bowl of cereal going over last night fun he glanced up to see his older self walk in, looking a little worse for wear. "You look like hell!"
"Tell me about it." Mirai Gohan grumbled scratching at the mess of black locks, holding his stomach with his face all screwed up.
"Shit, I hope I don't look that when I'm older." He smirked with the look his older self just threw at him through narrowed eyes.
"You are me. So get a good look!" Mirai Gohan growled as he dragged himself over to the top cupboard to grab himself something. A bottle, something to kill his headache at that moment a sorry looking lavender hair dragged him self in and plonked his heavy weight in the chair next to the young Gohan.
"Oh, look what the cat dragged in." The young Gohan snickered over his spoon.
"Ha ha, now shhhh… my head hurts. I feel like someone is trying to rip it part." Mirai Trunks whimpered. His eyes all puffy and red, a moan left his lips. "I'm never going to drink again."
"Here." Mirai Gohan said handing him the bottle. Feeling, not much better himself.
"You both look like crap!" Gohan said stating the obvious. He was enjoying himself. Both the AU warriors shot him a look that could kill. It only made him laugh more. "Love to stay and chat, but I have things to do." Gohan chuckled as he sprung up with more life than the two Mirais put together. He ignored the glares as he walked over to the sink and washed his bowl and spoon.
"Good! Be gone!" Mirai Trunks waved him off, like he was an annoying fly.
Gohan chuckled and left them to their misery. He made his way back up the stairs when he heard something coming from the boys' room. "They can't be back already, can they?" He frowned at the two chibi's that must have snuck back while everyone was asleep.
He pushed the door open quietly. His eyes narrowed in the dark room until they stopped at one of the beds. He frowned he could hear heavy breathing. With one quick movement he threw back the blankets "Hey y..." His voice was trapped in the back of his throat. His eyes grew wide. "…da-dad… o-o my god …I'm so SORRY!" His face paled, his eyes were transfixed onto two naked forms in front of him.
"Son?!" Gohan stumbled back, missing the opening of the door all together and hitting the doorframe instead. "Gohan!"
Gohan couldn't drag his eyes from the sight before him; something so private. Until life sprung back into his legs as he turned and fled, while his father tripped from the tangle bedding as he struggled to find his feet.
Bulma looked at him. "Goku…"
"I've got catch up with him!" Goku finally found his footing and snatched up his boxers lying on the floor. He quickly put them on as he stumbled into the hall. Looking both ways Gohan was long gone. He closed his eyes centred on his son ki but nothing. "Damn!" He stormed up to the boy room. "Vegeta …VEGETA!"
"Wha… what is it Baka?" Vegeta growled as he turned and narrowed his sights on Goku's frame. "What do you want?!"
"Can you pick up on Gohan?"
Vegeta frowned and realised the boy wasn't lying next to him. He sprung out of bed naked, not at all fazed. "What's happened?!" He demanded.
"Long story, can you lock on him for me?" Vegeta closed his eyes and searched for his partner ki. "He's in the GR?!"
"Thanks!" Goku touched his forehead and in instant he had disappeared leaving Vegeta concerned and confused.
"Now what?"
…….
Gohan was in the GR not really doing anything only pacing back and forward. "What's the big deal? You wanted them to get together. Yeah but gee, I didn't have to see it!"
His mind was racing, going over everything that had just happened and of what he had just seen. A sick knot twisted inside of him. How embarrassing. The whole idea of seeing your father doing the 'nasty' was way more than he ever wanted to see. It instantly replayed in his head. He groaned. "Well, I'd say their together." His face screwed up with the last image. "Eww…"
He paced back and forth, not sure how he really felt. It was confusing. He wanted them together but now that it had happened he couldn't stop wondering what if. What if he leaves them again? He would be hurting more than himself. What of Goten and Bulma? He knew he couldn't take it, if his father decided to leave again. He knew he should be a man and grow up. But he couldn't lie to himself. He was secretly worried. He knew he was being silly but…
He was confused and his mind couldn't shut out these silly thoughts. His father's absence in his life has always been a painful memory. He loved his father so much that it hurt to breathe when he left him all those years ago. It hurt just as much to see him again, and wonder when - when he'll disappear again. Gohan came to the conclusion long ago that his father couldn't handle a stable environment, a stable relationship.
He was quietly confident his father couldn't find him. He had lowered his ki enough to guarantee that from happening. But what he forgotten was that his mate would have a much better grip on his ki, especially with his distressing thoughts flowing. So when his father materialised as he turned around he nearly jumped out of his skin. "SHIT DAD!!"
"Gohan hear me out…" Goku was frantic. He didn't know what the boy must be thinking.
"Dad really I don't want to hear it."
"But it was just that Bulma and I were…"
"DAD!! Really! Please I don't want to know. I don't want anymore graphic images than I already have."
"Are you alright son? That must have been a shock…"
"You have NOOO idea! But …yeah…yeah I'm cool …well once the images go I will be." Goku sighed with relief.
"I'm glad…the way you left. I thought you were mad at me or something…"
"No! Really dad it was just, as you put it, a shock, but more embarrassing on my part. I didn't even think it would be you in there." Gohan didn't want to tell him what he was really thinking.
"Yeah, well Bulma sorta dragged me before she pushed me down and started ripping my…"
"DAD!! No details pleeeease think of the baby." Goku chuckled as Gohan's face glowed red.
"Well, as long as you're okay with this. You are, aren't you? Do you want talk about it?"
"No, it fine. I'm cool. I was hoping that you two might get together."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I sorta thought it would be cool to have Bulma as my mum."
Regret and anger flashed in Goku's mind with his son's words. With a sad smile, "She would like that, but I think Bulma already sees you as her son."
"I know, I was just hoping for it to be more of official."
"Well it's still early days Gohan, but I think I kinda would like that too."
"Yeah really?! That would be totally AWESOME!" Gohan cheered embracing his father. They hugged. Goku wrapped his arms around his son pressing their bodies together. Gohan lapped up his fathers love when his nose twitched and his face screwed up he pulled away. "Pheeew…I think you need a shower."
"Yeah, I'd say your right. We've been at it all night…"
"DAD!!" Goku laughed as Gohan stepped away, his fingers in his ears. Gohan just didn't need that image as well. They both left the GR and headed back towards the main house.
……
It was a fairly quiet day until Krillin came back with the boys. Goten and Trunks were busy explaining ever detail of their camping trip. Starting with why Krillin's arm was in a sling and the fact he could hear ringing in his ears.
Bulma's jaw hardened just after hearing how the boys had found a huge snake and thought how neat it would be to keep it safe in Krillin's sleeping bag. That was more than she could take. Both boys were sent up to their room until she could think of a good punishment for them both. Gohan suggested painting lockers. The others looked at him with raised brows and puzzled expressions. He shrugged his shoulders. "Long story."
Bulma was busy explaining about her plans for Gohan's eighteenth birthday party. She talked about it for a few hours with Krillin who spent the whole time saying in a loud voice, 'What- what she say? I can't hear! Damn, the ringing in my ear.'
After tea Gohan curled up on the couch with Mirai Trunks watching some black and white movie on TV. Goten had curled up against him after his punishment, being separated from his friend. It was a cruel and torturous few hours until he couldn't take anymore and fell asleep, crying and cuddling up to his brother after complaining that they only were only trying to keep the snake safe. How unfair!
As the boring B grade movie was playing, the two boys chatted about anything that came to mind, nothing important. Elsewhere Chibi Trunks was busy being put through his own torturous punishment with his father out in the GR, complaining that Goten got the better deal as he dodged another blow.
Goku had taken Krillin back home with Mirai Gohan wanting to tag along. He wanted to spend as much time with his father as he could, and why not visit the old man, Master Roshi, as well. He wasn't to sure how he was going to be when he laid eyes on Android 18 again, but he promised his father he would behave.
As they were just getting into the movie the phone rang and Mirai Trunks got up and answered it. "Hello, Briefs residence. Who?" Mirai frowned. "Ah you… huh… no, Mirai Trunks…yeah that's right….no sorry…Ok." He looked over at his friend curled up on the couch with his brother looking up at him. Mirai put his hand over the receiver and said. "Gohan, Videl on the phone for ya."
Gohan shoulder sank as he leaned heavy in the couch, unhappy. "Ok." He looked down at his brother sleeping peacefully on his lap. He was enjoying his company even if he was asleep.
"Could you hold on please?" Mirai Trunks placed the phone down and went to take Goten from Gohan's arms. "I'll take him to bed." Gohan nodded and with Mirai free hand helped his friend up. Gohan went over to answer the phone while Mirai went upstairs.
"Videl?"
"Gohan, you have a lot explaining to do!"
"I guess I do."
"Damn right you do! Is tonight a good time for ya?"
"I guess if you…"
"Good. I'll be over in like fifteen minutes."
"K, I'll seeya when you get here… um Videl is it just you, right?"
"Well me and the gang."
"Videl, I'll rather not."
"Gohan, look. They are all over here at my place, and we've been talking about nothing else since Friday, and you're not the easiest of persons to get hold of! I like rang your cell five time today."
"Oh sorry I didn't have it with me."
"Thought as much." Gohan could picture her rolling her eyes. "Look we will be over soon, then we'll all talk K?!"
"Yeah, okay." His voice was just a defeated whisper as the phone went dead.
Mirai Trunks wandered back downstairs when he saw Gohan looking miserable. "Hey, who died?"
"Me."
.........
"Look Videl like I said…"
"So you kept it a secret from your friends!' Videl snapped pacing on the floor before plonking back on the couch with a pissed off expression. Her eyes burned into Gohan who was feeling more and more depressed as the hours went on.
Sharpener tried to keep the peace. "Look guys, your being too rough with him. It's not his fault he can do all this Superhero shit."
Gohan felt a slight chuckle in the back of his throat, though it disappeared just as fast. He looked up to his friends' faces, his own eyes pleading. "Look guys, believe it or not, sometimes I wish I was just born 100% human just like you guys. Your lives always seemed that much more, simpler than mine…"
"Are you implying that we mere mortals are simple?!" Videl snapped. She wasn't taking it well since she found out that Gohan was the one who defeated Cell. And that it was all a lie told by her buy her father. Though it made perfect sense to her, now.
Mirai Trunks couldn't take anymore. Looking down at Gohan, "I think you are all missing the point. I mean, does it make any real difference what Gohan is capable of? He's still the friend you have always known."
"Yeah, but he lied to us!" Videl snapped.
"No, I never lied to YOU any of you!" Gohan snapped back.
"Oh, and how do explain all this then?" She asked, looking at him with anger in her eyes.
"I never once lied to you guys. I-I just skipped around the truth…but it was because I knew you wouldn't want to be my friends, or even worse think I'm freak!"
"A freak?!" Videl raised her brows. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Yes! Mum always said…"
"Gohan…" Videl shook her head and moved over to him as he quietly sobbed into his palms. His shoulders were shaking as he tried to hold back more tears and gain some composure. Mirai looked on concerned, angry at them for not accepting him for who he was; a good person, a caring young man. Ryan, who has being quiet sitting in the background all this time, looked at his hands in his lap and feeling like a real asshole for some of the things that he had said earlier. Eraser followed Videl's lead and moved over to sit with Gohan. Trevor shifted nervously on his feet not knowing what to do.
"Gohan, you're not a freak." Videl whispered.
"That's just cruel, what your mother said." Eraser rubbed his back in an attempt to calm him.
"Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. It-it was just a lot to take in. Especially that bit about my dad not defeating Cell. I always thought that it was a bit fishy, though."
Mirai Trunks added. "Well it did make for some amusing entertainment while we waited for the real battle to begin." Videl's head snapped up with fire in her eyes. Though, it was quickly replaced with grin.
"Yeah, I guess it would have been. Still he had some guts…" Her voice trailed off.
Mirai Trunks smirked. He wouldn't have called it guts, more like stupidity, but he wasn't going to say that out loud.
"Sooo, you're going to have a baby, sweet!! What you going to call it? Eraser asked excitedly.
Gohan look up at her thinking it was the last thing that was on his mind. "I-I don't even know what sex it is." He said while he wiped his nose on the back of his hand.
Eraser took the box of tissues Mirai had just handed her and passed it to Gohan. "You could always get one of those… watchya ma'call it's…"
"Ultrasounds." Trevor said trying to be helpful.
"Yeah, one of them. We would go with ya. Won't we Videl?" Eraser beamed getting over excited.
"Yeah sure, but I was just thinking. What are you going to do about school?" Videl asked.
"I'll have to ring up tomorrow and sorta something out. I can't go back like this." Gohan said after blowing his nose and pointing to his belly.
"You could do it over the Net. I heard a girl who did it that way. Um what was her name? She was in our history class…"
"Alice." Eraser said helpfully.
"Yeah that's right. So our school must be set up for it."
"I'll have to check into it."
"It's going to be the pits." Ryan grumbled thinking how they all won't be hanging out together. Gohan looked up thinking the same. Sharpener nodded in agreement.
"Hey guys, I'm sure you can all get to hang out together after school. It's not the end of the world." Mirai Trunks stated from his place sitting on the arm of the couch next to Eraser.
"Yeah, and we can all go baby shopping. It will be soooo sweet!" Eraser squealed, getting them all to laugh.
"Yeah I'll say. We could have heaps of fun. No more mister sad man. We are going to party from now on, you'll see." Videl said as she hugged her friend, giving him a tiny kiss. "Just us girls …"
"Us girls?" Gohan's brow rose. Mirai and the boy sniggered at Gohan's disgusted expression.
"Ah, sorry wasn't thinking…" She blushed.
"Oh, I can't wait. This is going to be so much fun, Gohan. Oh just think the frilly pink dresses we can buy. This is soooo exciting, guys! We are going to have our selves a BABY!" Eraser gushed, getting everyone to laugh even more.
"Well …um I think, you mean Gohan's going to have the baby." Ryan said with a lopsided grin.
"Yeah, I'm so glad I'm not a Saiyan." Sharpener said.
"Thanks a lot, friend!" Gohan snorted. "How about I let you be with me in the delivery room, you can hold my hand…"
"Ouch man! You would snap it clear off."
"No. If any snapping is going to be done, it will be to Geta, and it won't be his hand." Gohan said. Ryan, Trevor and Sharpener unconsciously made a face as they crossed their legs. While Videl, Eraser and Gohan gave each other a high five, Mirai Trunks just sat back and laughed.
After a little more talking, Gohan found himself feeling a lot better about this whole affair. He stood at the front door waving as they all piled into Videl's car, yelling out their goodbyes. In the dark Mirai Trunks came up next to him, and they watched the tail lights heading out the gates. "Sooo, they know everything now." It was statement more than anything else.
Gohan, his eyes following his friend's red sports car as it disappear up the road. "Yeah, I guess they do." Mirai wrapped his arm over Gohan's shoulders bring him into a friendly hug.
"You did the right thing."
Gohan looked up at him. "I hope so."
"Chibi, you couldn't have kept this secret from them without losing them. And that's what would have happened."
"I know. It was just that I really did think that they wouldn't want to be my friend after finding out I-I was a…"
"Gohan please don't."
Gohan turned back to the night sky. "My dad told me something that clicked … That I was his son and that makes it okay. It's going to take some time to reprogram me from my mother's bitter lies." Gohan frowned. "But how can my parents be so different… I mean, mum used to say I was… well you know. She told me I couldn't let others know about me. She would shut me up in my room for hours, days even. Like she was ashamed of me, ashamed of who I was.
"And here is my dad saying it's okay to be who I am. And if I deny that, I suppose I'll be denying a part of us. You, Mirai Gohan, Goten, Trunks… We are all part of something that is lost, something that can't be replaced. If I deny this then I'll be denying everyone, everyone who I love, wouldn't I? It wouldn't be right…would it Mirai? We are a part of something so special.
Gohan looked down at his shoes as he shuffled them against the concrete step. "I know all this to be true, but why can't I just let go of her words? It's like I'm fighting a battle inside of me at times. Common sense verses her words. I have to forget what she said. But-but then it's just so hard some nights. It's like I can hear her whispering those hurtful words all over again. I just wish she would stop haunting me…"
"Shhh, it's alright Gohan. It's alright." Mirai Trunks hugged him. Rocking him he could feel the pain there. He could understand him. He pulled away and lifted the boy's chin. "Let's walk for a while shall we?" He suggested. Gohan nodded and followed Mirai who glanced back make sure his friend was okay. They both stepped out and down the few steps into the dark. He glanced over at Gohan once again.
"Like you said it's going to take time Gohan. What she did was wrong. And I'm so sorry that I didn't know any of this when I first came here. I just presumed your life was like Mirai Gohan's. His mother was loving, caring. If I had known any of this maybe I could have helped… taken you away or something…"
"Mirai you didn't know because I chose to keep it a secret. I loved her I couldn't announce to the world what she was really like. And who would believe a kid anyway?"
"I know I just wish…Though, I can understand a little of what you're saying. I had trouble trying to work out who I was. I was in the middle of a war. I don't remember a time when there was peace. And if it wasn't hard enough losing everyone, and fighting against the androids I was struggling with all the normal teenager things. Confused and scared for the most part, and all I had was you, Mirai Gohan. As much as my mother tried she could never really understand me." Not like you." Mirai explained in a whisper and with a tear.
Gohan shook his head sadly. Lowering his eyes, "I don't think my mother even tried to understand me."
Mirai turned to him and again wrapped his arm around him. "It's okay Gohan. She can't hurt you anymore, and you're surrounded by people that do care, and who understand."
A sad smile curled upon Gohan lips. "I think after all this time. I have just realised that too. It's been hard you know. I just couldn't see it before, but after talking with dad and you, it all becoming clear." Gohan looked up at Mirai. "I know I need to clear my thoughts on this. I'm hurting Geta if I don't. And that's the last thing I would ever want to do. I love him, Mirai. I really love him, a lot!"
The lavender hair eyes softened. "I know you do, and that makes what I did, back then, when I came here, so very wrong. I am real sorry Gohan. I don't know. I was just so clouded in my thoughts…"
"Mirai, It's all right. It's ancient history, and you did what you did because you were lonely. And I have been there so don't worry. It is all in the past. I still see you as my friend."
"That means a lot to me Chibi." Mirai's blues moist from tears. They both leaned closer, liquid pools glazed into moist blues as they came together in a kiss, a soft tender kiss, of friendship. "Thank you, Chibi."
They walked a little more just soaking up the quietness of the night. Gohan smirked with thought as he looked up in front of him. "You know what's strange?"
Mirai looked over at him. "What?"
"Knowing my friends are going to drag me baby shopping." Gohan grinned. Mirai chuckled.
"Now that's funny."
"I know. Dad and Piccolo have being training me for years, to be a strong warrior, and now I'm going to be buying booties. Maybe I should have taken up knitting instead?" They both laughed.
"Can you picture my dad, letting you?" Mirai Trunks chuckled.
"Hehe never!"
They both laughed as they headed back to the house with living room light overlapping the balcony and filtering onto the cool lawn in front of them, lighting up their path.
……
"Geta." Gohan rasped from Vegeta bare chest as they both laid comfortable together in their bed.
"Yes boy, what's on your mind?"
"Um…I was just thinking."
"That could be dangerous." Vegeta smirked in the dark as he ran his fingers lazily through the boy's rich dark hair, enjoying the feeling of it as it slipped through his fingers.
Gohan shifted and turned around so he was looking into his lover eyes. "No seriously. Do you think we should get married?"
"Wha…"
"You know marriage. Its where two people are joined as …"
Vegeta stopped what he was doing, frowning at the boy. "I know what marriage is boy! But why in the hell… We are already bonded!"
"Geta, don't get all cranky with me now. I was just think, is all. Bulma was saying…"
Vegeta shook his head and looked away, annoyed. "Uh huh!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Gohan eyes followed him, not missing his lover's aggravation.
Vegeta head turned back to his lover. "She put you up to this?!"
Gohan eyes lowered under his lover's intense stare. He shifted uncomfortably. "Well …no. Not really she was just saying…"
"I should have known. She talks too much!" Vegeta growled.
"Hey that's not fair!" Gohan snapped.
The prince sighed wearily. "Look boy, we are already bonded. You wear my signature right there." Vegeta rubbed his fingers over the small scar.
Gohan lowered his head and nuzzled further into his partner chest, feeling the soft touch. "I know it's just… well…It's not so much the ceremony like Bulma is after. For me it's having something that would let others know I'm taken and that you are my partner." He said sleepily enjoying the attention. Vegeta continued to caress the magic claim, almost possessively. A soft purr emanated from the boy chest.
Vegeta quietly contented, enjoying his partner's purr vibrating against him. "The others know. They can see your claim if they look at your neck."
"Yeah, but only if they Saiyan or they know about us, but what of other people…"
"Humans?"
"Yes, to wear a band on our finger we would be recognized by others as a couple."
"Hmm…maybe."
Gohan smirked at least Geta was thinking about it. He was opened to the idea at least. "Thanks Geta."
"Now, go to sleep and stop your thinking." Vegeta smirked as he felt Gohan's smile against his chest.
"Goodnight Geta."
"Night Koi. G'night son"
TBC…
A/N: The song that was played in the club was Desert Rose bySting
I noticed in my last chapter, for some reason, Fanfic has deleted all the spacing, making scene changes abrupt. Just so you know it wasn't like that when I posted it. Sorry for the very long delay especially after saying I would update earlier. That was cruel of me. Just a lot happening at the moment and I wasn't sure whether I liked this chapter enough to post. I'm still not happy with it. Anyhow, I have already done a few pages on the next chapter. Yumcha arrives at CC??? The B'day party!
Thanks again guys for your reviews. You keep it going …;)