Blue Roses
Cool grains flowed from a paper container onto her wrist. Without really being aware of the world, her situation, who she was, she groaned. "Don't move. You'll spill it."
Bulma blinked. Something… something heavy… cold…
Chains.
"Juunana! Where am I? What am I-?" Her body tried to jerk up, but the device of her bondage pulled her back down, and he tried to soothe her.
"Shh, calm down. You know what I envy most of you humans?"
Bulma blinked, looking up at the dark form she could barely make out to be Juunana.
Juunana grinned, "Nothing."
"You don't envy not having dreams? Not being able to taste or feel or touch, or even see things the way we can?"
A dark chuckle, "Oh, I can see and taste and touch as you can, and I dream. I dream of you a lot." He bent his head down, and when Bulma flinched, his head turned. She blinked as she felt his tongue glide over the very wrist he'd put… something on.
"What're you doing?"
"Having desert. You missed dinner."
"You didn't…"
"Rape you? Not yet, but keep accusing me of it and it might stay on my mind so often I'll have to consider it." More cool, thin bits on her sticky wrist.
"What is that?"
"Artificially flavored sugar."
"Stop… doing that." She shifted as she could, but between the chains and Juunana's sitting on her, she couldn't move much.
"You need to remember…" His eyes glittered in the horrible black light as he looked upon her, fiery lust danced in his eyes, and he bent his head down to taste her again, "That you are not the one in control anymore."
"…" She hesitated. "Why did you chain me?"
"I've always been a bit of a sadist."
"You sick bastard…"
The room echoed with his rich laughter, "What are you gonna do? Shake your fingers at me? Please, scream for your boyfriend, I bet he's still blacked out."
This was the first time that she even remembered Gohan. She flushed, "Stop that!" His laughing ceased, but the amused look did not. Quietly, she admitted, "I really do like Gohan. Why did you have to do that to him?"
He sat up, lifting a hand in annoyance, "See, there you go again. 'Oh, Juu, stop that,'" He mocked a feminine tone, " 'Oh, I'll owe you this and that. Just don't tell my boyfriend, and don't knock him cold when you find out about him.' Really. You can sound so stupid. Because I'm really going to let him just touch you. Because I'm really going to stand by and not do anything about it."
"But you didn't have to do that!"
"He was the one that challenged me. I was being threatened and I defended myself."
She was worried about Gohan, but most of all she was worried for her son. She sighed, wishing she could roll over onto her side and hold herself. At least pretend to hold her son. Her voice softened, "…Alright. Fine. You got me. I put on the necklace and I accept whatever you want me to do… but please… Leave Trunks alone."
Juunana laughed, "You think it's just that simple? Of course you do. Sex for one night, and then I let it all go?"
"What do you want?"
"Let's put it this way… New plan. So I let your son go. But I mean he doesn't know about you and the other guy, does he? And I'm doubting he's gonna be all too happy when he finds out about his mom banging his teacher. Now, what a way to break up the family. Especially after I tell him that not only have you had his teacher, you've had his teacher's teacher."
Bulma gasped. How could he possibly… "No!"
"Okay. Good response. So how could you persuade me to forget all of this?"
"I never did anything with-"
"Lying? No. What else do you have?"
Bulma sighed, "What do you want me to do?"
Juunana's voice dropped to a deathly low, "Listen to me very carefully: You are going to stay in my company for a little while and I will let your brat go. If you run, my sister will tell your son and you can have a nice family reunion."
"What are you ultimately aiming for?"
"Getting a few pests out of the way."
"And how exactly do I aid you in your master plan?"
"You provide entertainment to me. That in itself will be quite the job. So be a good girl until I kill your boyfriend, will you?"
She stared at him, "No… Don't…"
" 'Don't kill him'? Really, don't you think you're starting to ask a lot? You're right, there isn't a lot you can offer me. But if you insist, I suppose I'll have to tack that on."
"Where is my son?"
"Oh, you haven't noticed that one yet? He's right there." Juunana motioned towards a room opposite of theirs. On the bed, Trunks stared at his mother with such disgust and anger…
"You… evil…"
He grinned.
"You EVIL DEMON!" She yanked against the chains to pull herself up, and when they finally gave out, she ran towards the room.
He smiled pleasantly, sitting on the corner of the bed, examining his nails.
"Trunks!" She rushed towards the end of the hall, but as she reached the open room the picture of her son faded out. "Trunks!" She stared for a moment, almost in disbelief at the fact that the rush-one moment she was worried more than anything for her son's life, then it occurred to her, most to her shame, that she was bargaining with a devil so that he not tell her son about an affair… and then, of all things, to let her son see her with the monster that had destroyed all things… Juunana was wrong. She was not attracted to him. She couldn't be. But the fact that it looked like she was. Mindlessly backing away from the room, she murmured softly, only his keen ears heard her, her lips barely parted as the words escaped her lips, "A… hologram…"
He grinned, stifling a laugh.
"You conniving…"
"You don't have to flatter me."
"Evil…"
"But if you insist…"
"Son of a bitch!" Her hand moved across his face so easily. He looked up after a few moments.
"Now…" He said softly, "I have been a gentleman and I have blackmailed you with honor and kind terms. I could be doing worse to you right now with no conditions on my part… But you just had to be yourself, I suppose. So, instead of not seeing the boyfriend, I'm afraid I'm going to have to not let you see your son before we begin either. My sister will escort him home."
Bulma stared at him blankly.
"Because you just had to forget who is in control here and who determines if your son lives or dies. Never forget that, please. It just makes this so much easier for everyone."
"But…"
"Discipline is so hard. And I really wanted to start off this relationship on good terms."
Bulma moved slowly towards him, closer, closer, her hand slowly caressed his cheek. Her lips moved gently across his shoulder. He raised a brow. "You're going to have to try harder. You're going to have to think outside the box."
"I don't…"
"Not now…"
She blinked.
"This type of thing is never fun without an audience." She leaned against the room's wall and he bent over, licking her lips, "And guess who I have in mind?"
"Gohan."
He grinned.
"You knew I would…" He had the audacity to actually trick her into… Outraged, she literally twitched to strike him again, to curse him and to stomp and throw a temper-tantrum…
But she couldn't. He made himself clear, as he wanted to. Oh, she would eventually get what she wanted, but it all came at a price much higher than the first.
"I control your visitation rights when it comes to your son. Remember that next time. And remember the things I can do. If you want to see your son, hurt your boyfriend."
"You sadistic…"
He pressed a finger against her lips. "Watch your temper."
Her lips parted, and she slowly licked the tip of his index finger. He grinned.
"You're getting the picture now. "
"Are you hungry?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't, but until my brother gets back it's my job to baby-sit."
"He hasn't been back in a day."
Juuhachi sighed, "Are all humans so difficult? Honestly, and I thought he was going to let you see your mother too."
"If you want to be nice, then let me go."
"You know what? This isn't about you. So sit down, shut up, and only talk if you need something."
He fumed, staring at the wall. His stomach sounded and he blushed.
She sighed, "You are hungry."
"So what? I won't take anything from you."
"Humans are also stupid. Look, you can eat or you can starve, but if you're hungry when my brother gets back and he gets pissed off at me, I'm really going to not be happy."
"Why is it so important that you take care of me?"
"How should I know?"
"Don't you think that your brother should include you in the plans?"
Juuhachi smirked. Of course he was trying to trick her into turning against her brother, but of course she knew her brother's intentions. "He's my family, you little worm. We do things for each other because that's all we have. We're barbaric not like you. We're sophisticated."
"And he does things like this for you?" Trunks wasn't as aggressive this time. 'Why isn't my family like that, where we look out for each other? I mean not that Mom doesn't but…'
"What do you want to eat?"
"So, what are we going to do?"
The night was like moist black velvet. They were standing over a body of water; she knew that from earshot, but as far as sight she could only see the lustrous black water without movement, but it reflected neither streetlight nor natural light.
It was his power. He had taken her there, on the cold moonless night, and as she shook he gathered power, enough to be seen on the physical level, and the limit of her perspective was a faint blue glow coming from a glossy distance.
Bulma took a deep breath, "I have an hour with him."
"And if you want to keep it…?"
"No talking about anything."
"Good. And trying to escape will result in…" He lifted a finger.
Bulma sucked in air this time, "Gohan's death."
He grinned, "You are smarter than you act. Remember that." He pulled out a tie, wrapped it around her head, and spoke again, "We can do this the easy way or the fast way. If I fly, it'll be a few seconds. If we walk, it'll take longer. What do you want to do?"
"Wal-"
"Fly? Fine with me." His arm slid around her waist. She moved to pull away, and he leered at her. She stopped struggling, he held her with a peculiar care. Tightly, like she was something precious, but in a way also roughly, so much like a child clings to his favorite toy and batters it at the same time.
He landed with the elements of grace on his side and set her down. Juunana pulled off the tie, and pulled the doors open, "Hey, Kid."
Trunks was to his feet immediately, "Where's my mother?!"
"Hold on, Kid. Let her get through the door."
"And Gohan?!"
"Well, you'll be seeing him soon enough. So say goodbye to Mommy and let's go."
"Trunks, calm down…" Her voice soothed. He ran to embrace her.
"Mom!" Her right hand held his head to her chest, her other held his body to hers, and she slowly rocked him without either really noticing it. Trunks was not ashamed. His worry for his mother, his need to see and protect her and his feeling as if he'd failed her in some way or another was too great now to protest, and he really didn't want to.
"It's a really touching scene." Juuhachi commented.
Juunana watched with interest as mother held son. He'd never yearned for a mother figure himself, though he knew how common it was of men to be attracted to the attention and affection in a mother-son relationship. He'd always mocked such creatures, but now he noticed that the certain softness of the way she would touch her son compared to the graceless embraces she would him.
He envied the boy that held so much attention and love from her when he held nothing of her but annoyance and anger.
As much as he wished to control her, much more he wished for her to care for him and think, he almost wanted her to think kindly of him and enjoy his company.
He crossed his arms over his chest, frowning. She denied all attraction to him and would babble on about the boyfriend, but it was obvious that she needed more than the boy next door.
He was the "bad guy" in the story; after all, he could offer her a lot more than the alternative could by physical and perhaps even emotional means. But that didn't make much sense; she of all people was involved with his enemies, and she of all people was the one he wanted.
He was not lying when he said that he'd dreamt of her.
Juuhachi rested a hand on his arm and he snapped back to their reality, "It's time for me to take him back."
Without completely recovering from his daze, Juunana lunged forward and before Trunks could move to defend himself and before Bulma could move in the way of the blow, the boy was on the floor, out cold.
"How could you?!"
"He's fine."
"You HURT my son!" Bulma was on her knees, Trunks' head in her lap. She pet him, sniffling and holding herself as Juuhachi pulled him away from her. Bulma stood, almost making the first step to run after the two, but Juunana's hand on her arm proved to be a reminder.
"Come on,"
"What? What? You expect me to take this sitting down?" She was on edge of hysterics, a crying mess, and he felt bad for her but not enough to allow her son to come back. She had, though she would never admit it, been attracted to him, but now, no. No matter what she would never forgive him for striking her son. She jerked her elbow away from him.
"Now, you know he would've found out about things he shouldn't know if he hadn't left."
"But why did you hit him!?"
"He's a little bit more in-tune to nature than you are and if he knows how to find us right now that makes things bad. We went out of our way to establish this location for the simple reason that it is, in simple terms on the edge of the Earth with technological support of various kinds to boot. Earlier it wasn't necessary to be here, but now that we have you and you're more permanent than he is, we need an alternative way of hiding you."
"Alternative?"
"We gave him a few happy pills to calm him down and keep him un-noticeable."
"You…"
"Yes, how dare me. I know."
She couldn't think of what to say for a moment, and the fury only tied her tongue more, "I… I hate you!"
He looked amused for a moment, and then his arm slithered around her waist, "You will love me eventually."
As Gohan slowly stood from his puddle of blood and mud, he let out a thunderous roar of rage, his fist slamming deep into the Earth's surface, "Damn you!"
Trunks was gone.
He'd left Bulma alone.
He'd let Bulma down.
God help her. This was a big mistake.
Okay. Sorry for the lack of updates! I really have no notes…
Next Time: Gohan searches for Bulma while at the very same moment she's doing things with Juunana, but the most questionable part of the affair: Does she really enjoy it?
Reviewer's Corner:
Vegeta Goddess: Thanks! 100 Anke! You make me so happy. I'm considering doing T/J. Not sure on it yet even with the votes. I love Juu, too!
XangelLoverX: Thanks for your suggestion. Next time please leave a comment concerning the actual story.
Akira Tanaka: Thanks! Really, I am flattered with your kind words and I do hope that you will continue to enjoy my fic.
DuvetMystify: So sorry for the lateness with updates!
Kisu: As for your opinion concerning the couple, I am considering seriously a J/T relationship and I am not sure which way I will go B/G or B/J, but from now for the next few chapters I know it will be leaning towards B/G probably because Bulma is gonna get really ticked off with Juunana next chapter. Oops, I said too much!
Wolf Rain: I am not sure who it will end with… But I do know that it will go towards G/B next, and then J/B and then some other stuff happens that I can't say!
Loraine: Juuhachi is android 18. But yeah. Next time please leave a comment concerning the fic and not just your opinion on a vote.
Licensed to Kill: Thanks! Original! Woo!
Sk8er Gurl: Here's the update! So sorry it took so long. I hate school.
Bulma-Fan: A lot of people don't really6 support it but most of my support-people that I consult when in doubt do… So I am not yet sure of what to do… or what I would prefer to do myself.. and I think it really doesn't matter a lot right now.
Erica: Heh. Look ahead, there will be a lot of G/Bness!