Mirai
Chapter 1 – Changes
A life underground. Always hiding, never safe. Run away right before they knock you out and have their crazed, destructive way with you. They seem to be indestructible, even a Super Saiyan is no match for the both of them. It's hopeless. No amount of training will make anyone strong enough to defeat them. Then why do we still try?
No one even knows what day it is, it doesn't matter anymore. The massive parties of the desperate are held every other night. Better die happy and drunk than unhappy and aware.
Why do I keep going to these parties? Trunks thinks. To observe the survivors of the human race trying to forget what's out there waiting for them? But in some way they're right. Even mom tried everything she could think of. It all failed.
A voice casts his depressed thoughts aside.
"Hey, Trunks. You don't look too happy." A girl sits down next to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. Trunks resists the sudden urge to remove her hand. He's not used to being touched anymore. Only his mother does. Beside his mother, it's the androids who touch him. Who hurt him every single time he tries to…
"So what's up? You should be partying like the others, there's no tomorrow anyway." She grins ferally, waving her hand to the bartender to order another drink.
"Not tonight, Keyra," he growls, pissed off by her superficial happiness. "I can't pretend there's nothing going on out there."
"Your loss," she says, shrugging at him. "Just lighten up a little, you look like you're about to kill someone."
She's right, he realizes as he watches her walk away. I am about to kill someone. I'm seriously considering to end my own life, for it has no meaning anymore. In fact, my life ended when Gohan died. I lost all direction and determination in my life. And now I'm stuck with my mom and Keyra. His thoughts wander back three years to when he first met her, Videl's little sister. Videl tried to fight the androids as well and miserably failed. Keyra never was that stupid. She knew a human would never stand a chance against those monsters.
"They blast them into oblivion right before my eyes," she whispered hoarsely. "All I could do was stand there like a statue…"
Trunks had just flown in and found another city ruined. Satan City to be exact. Keyra lost her father and sister on the same day.
"We've got to get out of here before they find us, Keyra." Trunks put his arm around her waist and levitated into the air. He was only fourteen back then and knew perfectly well what would happen when they got caught. He flew back to Capsule Corp. without looking back.
From that day on, Keyra had been living with him and Bulma. Like an older sister. But Trunks could sense her pain. No matter how hard she tries to forget, she still wants to get those androids for what they did to her family. And so do I.
His hand reaches into his wallet and pulls out a small picture of his father. I'll never know him. I'll never spar with him. He'll never save me from those… things. I'll have to do it all by myself.
He sighs and orders another drink. A small smile forms as he watches Keyra showing off her moves on stage. I might as well join her. She has no idea what thoughts she puts into the heads of those poor guys surrounding her. He grins and walks up to the stage.
"Can't help yourself, can you?" he shouts.
"Never! Come on Trunks, get up here and show these people what we're made of!"
The night becomes an alcohol-soaked blur. They get into a fight but can't remember what it was about. Early in the morning, they walk back home, giggling without knowing why.
"We sure showed them," Keyra hiccups. "Pathetic idiots."
"I never realized how aerodynamic humans are," Trunks adds, causing Keyra to burst into laughter.
"Next time we should try to aim though," she comments. "Breaking a mirror is seven years of bad luck."
"We are blessed if we even survive for another month. Who cares about bad luck when life is a living hell?" Trunks growls.
"You're way down lately, Trunks. Why?" Keyra looks at him seriously.
Trunks walks over to a bench in the park they're passing through. He flops down, resting his head in his hands.
"I just don't see the point anymore," he says, fighting back his tears. "We've been fighting them for almost two decades and still they live!"
"So do we."
He looks up to her, sliding a hand through his hair.
"Stop putting yourself down, Trunks. From the looks of it you're the only hope for mankind. You have plenty reasons to hang on."
Trunks is stunned when he realizes she's on to him.
"How the hell did you know?"
She sits down next to him and pulls up her knees, resting her head on them, looking at him intently.
"You changed after Gohan's death."
"Oh really," he spits sarcastically.
"I know he was important to you, but you have to let go. Gohan's gone, life sucks. Just roll with the punches."
"Easy for you to say! Every time I fight the androids they remind me of him! They play with me just like they played with him before they finished him off." Trunks' face cringes with pure hatred.
"You don't know what it's like to be the hope of the humans. I'm failing them all!"
"You've saved thousands of them already by fighting the androids single-handedly. Don't forget that."
"Feh!" Trunks gets up and stomps off. He turns around and faces Keyra once more. "I'm not fighting them, I'm running away! My father stood his ground and died on the battlefield like a true Saiyan! And what am I? A halfbreed. A worthless halfbreed, running away 'cause I'm afraid to die!"
"Shut up, Trunks," Keyra says in a low voice, getting up and approaching him. "You're tired, drunk and what you say isn't even half-true. We're going home."
"Make me." Trunks crosses his arms and turns his back to her.
"Stop acting like a child, Trunks. We'll think of something eventually."
"Convince me." He glares at her with cold blue eyes.
"My patience is running thin, little 'brother'."
They stare at each other for long, silent minutes.
"Aargh, I give up! I don't know what's eating you, Trunks, but you'd better get it out of your system soon. You're impossible!"
"I know." Trunks studies the ground and finally starts walking. "I'm sorry."
"I just want to help…" Keyra puts her hand on his shoulder and startles back as Trunks slaps it away.
"What the…" She looks him in the eye, shocked by his reaction.
"Don't touch me," he hisses. "I don't need your pity." Blood slowly seeps out of his clenched fists.
"What's happening to you, Trunks?" she whispers. Then she looks up and sees the full moon shining down on them.
"Kuso!" she shouts and reaches for her needle-gun.
"Too late, Keyra." Trunks is already behind her, twisting her arms behind her back. She feels his hot breath on her neck. His tail curls around her thigh and she closes her eyes, thinking back to what Bulma told her about Saiyan instincts.
"Saiyans have the ability to change into giant monkeys called Oozarus under the full moon, but only when they have their tail and are pure Saiyans. Demi-Saiyans like Gohan and Trunks cannot achieve the Oozaru form, but they tend to lose control when exposed to the light of the full moon. It can cause serious harm to their environment since they are so strong. I've only experienced it once when Trunks was little, but it cost us weeks to repair the damage he inflicted on the buildings of Capsule Corp."
"That's right," Trunks whispers, bringing her back to the present. "But back then I was only a child. My aggression was wild and unfocused."
Keyra shivers in his iron grip. "You can read my mind in this state?"
"Totally. You're afraid of dying, just like me."
"What are you going to do to me?" she cries softly.
He chuckles coldly. "I'm not going to kill you, Keyra." He pulls her closer to his chest and lets go of her arms. He brings down his head to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of saliva on her bare skin.
"So that's what losing control means when you're older, huh?" she sighs, turning around to face him.
He crushes his lips to hers, kissing her with pure lust. His hands trail down her back, disappearing under her shirt, while her hands are busy pulling down his pants.
"I want you, Keyra," he growls. "I need you." He unzips her skirt and rips away her underwear. She gasps as she feels his fingers enter her, his thumb massaging her clit.
"Trunks… Oh Kami…"
He enters her right before she climaxes. They collapse onto the wet lawn, clinging to each other tightly. Keyra's nails dig into Trunks' back, making him thrust more frantically.
Soon Trunks comes too and lowers himself onto one elbow. Breathing fast, fighting for air, he kisses Keyra and pulls her close.
They stay still for a few moments, catching their breath.
"We should get out of here," Keyra says softly.
Trunks nods, getting up slowly and putting his pants back on. He waits for Keyra to get dressed, then lifts her up and flies back to Capsule Corp.