Blue Roses
Bouzi Neo
Chapter Eighteen: Jealousy's Taunt
Juunana'd violated her.
He kidnapped Trunks.
He probably murdered hundreds at that mall.
He was going to pay.
He was going to find Juunana and he was going to rip him to shreds. He did not fear any of his enemies and Juunana was not an exception to the rule.
Bulma was asleep though obviously tense next to him. He didn't mean to, but he took advantage of the fact that her son was not there to catch them. Bulma obviously didn't catch this; her state was by far too hysterical.
She needed him to calm her down. As time passed, he helped her out of her clothes and into a clean nightgown. He could not help his eyes from wondering, though the consequences of his actions featured a guilty conscience for the rest of the night.
He felt as if he'd violated his Bulma as Juunana did, as if he, in some way, had tried to take advantage of her. He admitted it to himself, yes; he did want to sleep with her. But tonight was not the time. She'd asked him to stay with her and he happily complied. But now, hours later he was awake and he could not calm his mind.
He could not manage to assure himself that he deserved this rest while Trunks was with those androids, unsafe.
Slowly, to not wake his lover, Gohan sat up. He rested against the headboard for a moment to think of a plan of action.
He had no clue where they were, but he knew they would be in West City. He could look all night and still not find them, but at least he'd have looked and know where not to look for that morning.
He was too anxious to sleep.
And besides, a more primitive voice inside his head was screaming that Juunana had touched his woman and now he would pay, making Gohan offhandedly wonder as he put his shirt on if he was experiencing the same feeling that Vegeta had felt every time that he saw Bulma and Yamucha together all those years ago.
"So why can't we kill the kid again?"
Juunana growled, "Because we can't."
Juuhachi leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, "But you just told me that this whore-"
"Don't call her that!" He barked.
Juuhachi rolled her eyes, "Fine. This woman lied to you about being with that guy. Now, I don't know about you, but I'd kill her son, let her see his dead body, kill the annoyance, and then, kill her too."
"Yeah, but you're not me."
"Why does it matter so much?"
"Maybe because I have another plan, dear Sister."
Juuhachi raised a brow and tilted her head towards her brother, "Oh? Enlighten me?"
Juunana shrugged, "Maybe later. Right now, are you up to babysitting?"
"Sure, why not? I just love kids."
Juunana looked towards the room where the woman's son slept. "Look, I don't care if you hurt him, but don't kill him. He should be knocked out for a few more hours. You gave him enough drugs, right?" Juuhachi nodded in response. "Good. I've got things to do."
"You know, you owe me big for watching this brat…"
"No, we're even, because I put up with you and your shopping shit all day. We stopped because YOU got bored."
Juuhachi looked down, annoyed. Her hair fell, covering the majority of her face. By the time she was able to say, "Whatever." Darkly, Juunana was gone. "Well, Kiddo, it's just you and me for the rest of the night. Great."
Juunana was going to die.
By the time Bulma woke up, all of this would be over.
Or so Gohan repeated to himself as he searched from midair in the chilly early morning.
The sky was pitch black. He'd searched West City for an hour, covered much ground, but nothing was found.
"So is it true what she tells me? That she'd slept with your father, too? I wonder if you can ask her something for me: Who's better? You or your pops?"
Gohan turned and let out a battle cry, hurling a fist towards the supposed direction of Juunana. His fist crashed into air.
Once again, Juunana spoke from behind him, "Or better yet, I guess I can ask her myself. So, are you her son? I didn't know she was into incest. Or was your father just having an affair? I suppose that would be a tad bit better. Coming from a broken home, then banging your father's mistress as soon as he kicks the bucket."
"I don't," Punch, "Know," Once again, air, "What you're," His fist forced through the breeze, "Talking about," So close, "But," Gohan turned again, "Stay still!"
The silent night was disturbed by Juunana's vicious laughter. "You're so mad you can't even keep up with me." His smirk died as he glared daggers at Gohan, piercing through the night more keenly than any of Gohan's punches, "I'd expect better."
He was going to make this man fall to his knees. How dare he think he was good enough to even touch his woman? She belonged to him. He claimed her. And if she wouldn't have him… he would kill her son. Then, he would kill Gohan. Then, after she thought it couldn't hurt anymore, he would kill her.
"You wanna see better?!" Gohan shouted, rushing towards Juunana.
The android blocked the kick but in the process did not have enough time to block the left hook soaring straight towards him. He fell back a bit, but caught himself well enough and sent a fist at a keen velocity towards Gohan.
Gohan caught the fist head on, and managed to block a kick as well, but concentrating on holding Juunana's force from two points was too much and when he gave out a little on his fist in his hand, Juunana ripped his fist back and before Gohan could tilt his head up in surprise, it connected with his cheek.
The Saiya-Jin flew back some, but Juunana did not follow. Once Gohan regained stature, the two stared at each other for a few silent moments, only feet away, before Gohan once again attempted to take Juunana on head-on.
Juunana lifted his hand to catch a punch, but that was not Gohan's target. Gohan grabbed Juunana's head and forced their foreheads together, ignoring the pain in his own. Juunana smirked, gripping Gohan's and they repeated, grunting each time, ignoring bruises, ignoring pain, ignoring sweat. Simultaneously, the two let go of each other, taking a few steps back to recover.
Juunana jumped at Gohan, who grabbed his arm and forced it back, sending his body into the cold, hard road. Gohan roughly followed.
Juunana hadn't stood yet, anticipating the attack, and grabbed Gohan's face between his feet, flinging the body down beside him in the ground.
Juunana stood, grabbing a panting Gohan by the hair and he shoved his face back in the cool soul under the concrete. When Gohan's hands tried to force him up, implicating that Gohan couldn't breathe, Juunana smirked and lifted his head, but only for a quick second before thrusting his head back down into the ground.
Desperate, Gohan reached for Juunana's ankle to pull him forwards, but the attack didn't work for Juunana let go of his head and pushed his foot into Gohan's side causing him to loose grip of his light hold on the other fighter.
Knocked out of breath, Gohan instinctively lifted his head from the ground to breathe. Repeating the action, Juunana smirked as Gohan's eyes rolled back.
He crouched down beside the man, "Now, I know you can hear me, but you're probably too weak right now to get up and wipe the smirk off of my face. So," He gripped Gohan's hair to tilt his head up so that the two could look one another in the eyes, "Here's a word of the wise, because, honestly, I respect the fact that you actually managed to survive this little run-in, leave her alone. She is mine, she belongs to me, and if you touch her again," His fist clinched, holding tighter to his hair, "I will crush you. I hope we're really clear on that." Juunana let his head drop back into the soil, standing and walking carelessly away. He tilted his head back to look at Gohan's bloody mess, "Oh, and, you really need to learn how to fight when you're angry. You could've done better."
Her eyes shot open. She could've sworn someone… something was on her, pressing down against her chest, but when she sat up… all was silent.
But something was wrong.
Where was Gohan?
The spot was not warm, but the covers where he'd slept were still worn and she imagined him sitting up and leaving her.
She wanted to scoff.
'To go off and do something stupid. Like his father. Like everyone I know.' She tilted her head to the right, the clock's bright green numbers glowed in the darkness and reality crashed on her. She felt small and afraid for her son. She shifted to the side, letting her legs drop to the floor and slowly taught herself how to walk again.
Trying to calm herself, she went to the bathroom and brushed her hair and teeth, rubbed her head, nothing took away the anxious feeling. Slowly, she pulled on her robe, but on her vanity there was a familiar sparkle.
She glared at the necklace that he'd left for her so arrogantly, but her face looked sad for a moment as she pocketed it and rushed out into the deep night.
Bulma shivered as a breeze combed her hair sending a chill down her neck. She pulled her robe a bit tighter and once again became conscious of the necklace. It was so stupid, to think that it would actually work…
But Trunks… she didn't know if she could honestly wait for Gohan to make a move. That wouldn't save Trunks any faster. 'But,' something inside argued, 'that state of mind is what got you into this as it was. If you'd just gone to Gohan… maybe …' She shook her head to rid herself of unpleasant thoughts.
Trunks was alive right now.
But testing Juunana's patience when he wanted her to do something so silly and simple…
With a sigh, "I'll humor you." She scoffed, reaching into the pocket of her robe.
Juuhachi sighed and looked over towards the room. The door was open, she could see him. He was breathing too heavily to be sleeping, but apparently the kid thought she was stupid.
With a slight amused smirk, she tilted her head towards the door, addressing him, "Hey, Kid, have you ever felt like the one person you give a damn about is chasing after the one person that doesn't deserve it?"
There was a silence but her keen sight caught the boy moving slightly from under the covers. Juunana made quite sure that his accommodations were adequate. "I know you're awake. You might as well amuse me."
Trunks flushed a bit, "Yes. I know exactly what that feels like."
Juuhachi raised a brow, "So tell me."
"Why would I even want to talk to you?"
"Because I could rip you to shreds and you might as well talk while you can. I told Juu I wouldn't kill you, I said nothing about not ripping your tongue out for being a little prick."
"My mother is in love with someone that is dead. I don't know if she even cared about my father."
Juuhachi closed her eyes, remembering two "father figures" of her own, "Kid, take my advice, don't weigh so much when it comes to your dad. Parents, past, don't worry about it. Dead-beat-dads cause nothing but pain."
"I'm just sure you've experienced that." He hissed, "And my father was murdered, I'll have you know."
"Then it sounds like he didn't deserve to live if he was killed."
"He was attacked by two at a time."
"I see. " Juuhachi crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, I guess you think it sucks to be you. But you're alive, aren't you? You survived the fight and he didn't. You leave it behind and bury it where it is or else you'll end up going crazy. I've seen humans do it before. Humans are so…"
"I'm more than just a human, you know!"
"Yes, I know. You're like him, aren't you? You can change your hair and eye color when your strength gets to a certain point, can't you? Or do you not know?"
"I know I can."
"Have you?"
"…Yes."
Juuhachi laughed a bit, "No, you haven't. You're just a kid. And you lie badly, for the record."
"You shouldn't sound so all-knowing when it comes to humans. One would start to think you observe them because you wish you were like us, you heartless machine."
Another knowing, almost sad smile from Juuhachi, "You just said you weren't just a human."
"Because I accept the human part of me."
Trunks shot back. "You can only watch us and try and imitate us."
"I'll tell you something, Kid," Juuhachi pushed off of the wall and headed towards his room, sitting on the foot of his bed, "Not everything we do is merely imitating your pathetic human behavior."
"It looks gorgeous on you. I knew it would."
Bulma sighed, "Where is my son?"
"Asleep in a warm bed with soft sheets and all that jazz. My sister is babysitting."
"And Gohan?"
"Oh, yes, your boyfriend," Bulma flushed, "I asked him to ask you, but given his present… state," He smirked as she gasped a bit, "I guess he can't. So, do tell me, which is better? Dear old Dad or the New Generation?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you don't. I mean, you wouldn't. Women are such hypocrites, you know. My sister, for example, is all about truth and keeping promises but when I promise you I won't kill anyone it's not a huge deal. When she promises a shop owner she won't kill her because he tells her she's beautiful enough times and I blow up the store, I get yelled at, but, hey, it's okay to start being dishonest when it's not on her conscience. And you, well, you babble tearfully about how I betray you when, you, on the other hand, are banging the very guy you told me only days before that you had absolutely no interest in. Now, either you have a death wish, you're just used to leading guys on, or –"
"I never hinted at anything between us, Juunana! And at the time... I wasn't with him."
Juunana laughed, "Okay, let me get this straight. So hours after you tell me you see him as a kid, you get with him?"
"What is wrong with you?"
"You know damn well what's wrong with me. You are what's wrong with me. Now, I never did believe in rape, but you know what? You want me. You've wanted me from the second you saw me and you are such a stubborn bitch you won't admit it. Oh, and you owe me. If that's okay with your boyfriend, though I don't think he's going to mind from that hole I left him in."
"You didn't-"
"I did and I'd happily do it again. I have given you so much… and I quite frankly lost all patience with you. What did you think it meant, you're supposed to be smart? Face it, you want me and you don't want that boy to know about it, and I don't mean your kid. You keep on 'accidentally' putting yourself in situations where you owe me, and now I'm not so sure I'm going to be a gentleman and wait for my repayment."
"Juu-"
"Oh, so now I'm 'Juu'! Now, here it comes. You are pathetic. It makes me sick… Does this scare you?" His eyes glared knives as he approached her slowly, she stepped back, "Or does it thrill you? Knowing that you are the flesh, you are the hunted?" She panicked when her back hit a wall, but before she could turn, Juu'd pinned her back down, "Is this what you want? Do you want me to take you, right here, no invitation?"
"You never cared what I wanted!" His lips brushed hers. She squealed and squirmed but his hold on her was light enough that she could've gotten away and Juunana made sure of that.
His lips tugged into a smirk against hers, panting for air, "Is infidelity something that you're used to or does it just come easy to all women?"
Notes: I am debating having a relationship between Juuhachi and Trunks. Now, here is one of the few chances where I want YOUR opinion. Here are the choices: A.) They tolerate each other, dare I say friendship. B.) One-Sided crush, Trunks. C.) One-Sided crush, Juuhachi, D.) Secondary couple, E.) Hint at it!, or F.) Let's have a little J/T, maybe a kiss or something/Other suggestions.
If you choose another suggestion, please leave an email or way of contact if you're not signed in so that if I like the idea enough and it fits into the plot, I can email you to discuss it and put in the dedication and credit.
P.S.: Like the new format?!
Next Time: She woke up and she didn't know where she was or why she was laying on top of a male that was so obviously not Gohan. "You need to remember," He told her, "That you're not in control anymore."
Reviewer's Corner:
Whimsical Lady: I'm sorry. I wasn't updating cause I was away for a few weeks with my family. My cousins are moving to Alabama so I went to Alabama for a week and then I went to go spend time with the other one that would be following shortly. Also, I've been setting up the edits, I don't know if you noticed, but there were a LOT of typos and stuff and I wanted to fix as many as possible. I'm hoping you enjoyed!
Just Me: Juuhachi… well, see the above note, but I do know that there is a chance she and Bulma might get along a little bit in the future.
Erica: Hehe! After sixteen pages? Hell yes, I stopped! Do you know how long it took to edit that? Hehe. Trunksies will be fine as long as Juu wants in Bulma's pants, don't worry.