"Half Brothers" Chapter 6: What Would Jesus Do for a Klondike Bar?

8.19.2005-8.20.2005

Notes: Well... it's been a few years. Hope someone enjoys this, as the loyal readers are likely long gone from the site, by now. Sorry it's been so long, but I hope this can appease you all for a bit!

Kyou sighed, his head dropping to the lunchroom table in boredom. Study halls were hell...

"Hey, Kyou!" The boy in question practically jumped out of his skin. He turned around to see Kioma standing a few feet behind him and he was hard pressed to keep from drooling at the sight of her.

She gave him a smile bright enough to blind and he smiled in return. The girl was clad in a black tube top that proudly showed off her pierced navel and barely contained her more than ample cleavage. Aside from the top, she was modestly dressed in a pair of white dress slacks that clung to her shapely backside, but not so much so that it seemed indecent. Her nails were painted so that they alternated black and red, a pair of Mary Janes with skulls on the buckles covering her dainty feet. A red sash was tied around her hips, the tails hanging from her right side. Her short and thick azure hair had been cut and straightened recently.

"Whatcha think?" she asked him, obviously referring to her hair. It had been layered and past her shoulders before, and now it had an almost boyish cut to it. Her thick bluish tresses brushed the nape of her neck in the back, gradually getting shorter as it neared the front. Her bangs nearly fell in her eyes, making her seem almost shy.

He grinned and gave her a thumbs-up. "It looks good on you, Kioma."

She nodded and smiled again, her blue eyes bright. "Thanks, Kyou." She sat next to him, folding one leg under herself. "So, how was your weekend?" she asked.

Kyou shrugged. "Not too bad, I suppose. Coulda been worse. The apocalypse could have happened."

"Aww! What happened this weekend?"

"Must be Jesus wanted a Klondike Bar..." Kyou said, smirking at himself. "Mom and Dad actually got along all weekend, and Dad was helpful. It was... unbelievably weird. Not bad, just... weird."

Kioma looked almost scandalized. "Your father? Helping out? Whoa..."

"Yeah." Kyou nodded. "Crazy, isn't it? I can't help wondering why..."

"Maybe your father was abducted by aliens, or he was possessed by some weird demon." Tera's sudden appearance made both Kioma and Kyou jump.

Kioma snorted lightly. "You're nuts, Tera. What the hell kind of demon would act all nice and such?"

Tera shrugged, her long burgundy tresses slipping over her shoulders. "A Glee Demon, obviously."

Kioma rolled her eyes and waved at Tera dismissively. "You gonna sit down, or what, ya nutter? You're making me nervous."

Her slender companion obliged and seated herself next to Kioma, looking across at Kyou. She rested her chin on a fist and sighed. "I'm craving a cigarette wicked bad," she moaned piteously.

Kioma rolled her eyes again. "I told you that you never should have started, but nobody listens to me. I'm just a moron who has no idea what I'm talking about..."

Tera's amethyst eyes looked pained. "I know," she whimpered. "But you don't understand, Kioma..."

The blue-haired girl shook her head. "Yes, Tera, I do understand. I smoked for a year and then quit cold turkey. I know how hard it is, and you're not even trying to quit."

Kyou opened up a textbook and skimmed the chapter over again for his next class. The girls were silent then, going to their own schoolwork for the remainder of the period. The rest of the day went by quickly and Kyou was glad to finally go home, not knowing that all hell was breaking loose at his house.

"Listen, Vegeta... You should just tell the boy what's going on. If you don't, he'll find out sooner or later, and who knows how the story might get twisted if he gets it from some source other than you." Eighteen said calmly, the effort not to scream in frustration at the stubborn Prince obvious in the tightness of her voice.

"Woman... Do not tell me what I should and should not do in regards to my own son."

"Don't you dare start that 'woman' shit with me, Vegeta!" Her voice was raising ever so slightly.

Kyou walked in then, having heard his father's statement to his mother. "What's going on, Mom?" he asked, his icy blue eyes naive and curious.

The android in question just shook her head, tossing her hands into the air. "Your father is being ridiculous and unreasonable. Nothing too unusual, Kyou." she practically snarled. He caught the death-glare she was giving Vegeta, cringing at the anger in her posture.

Vegeta didn't seem to notice, or to care. He gave Kyou a long, silent, appraising look. "Eighteen... I'd like a few minutes alone with Kyou..." The woman nodded and promptly exited the room. "Son... there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Trunks hadn't mentioned the phone call he'd made to either Bulma or Yamcha, keeping it to himself. He'd felt both glad and saddened to hear his father's gravelly voice after all these years. To know that the other half of his genetics was out there, enjoying a semi-normal life, made him feel torn. He was angry and relieved. It seemed wrong to him that his father could so easily enjoy the company of another woman, but he was also happy that the Prince had found a place where he could be who he was and be accepted for it.

Trunks, Bulma, and Yamcha sat down for dinner, just getting settled and ready to eat without Nikki as the door burst open and the girl appeared in the aperture. She gave them a lopsided grin and shut the door behind her, coming to sit at her place at the table. They all said grace and began the meal, Trunks' mother exchanging pleasantries and trivial questions with Nikki about her day.

"Oh, you know how it is, Mom..."

Trunks tried not to snicker into salad, knowing what his half-sister had really been up to for the last few hours. Nothing too intense, or he would have beaten that Cherry kid's ass...

When Nikki and Bulma paused in their mother-daughter chat, he cleared his throat. He looked directly into his mother's blue eyes and said softly, "I called Dad today."