A/N: Chapter 15! Woo hoo! :D
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Trunks awoke with a yawn, stretching big before sitting up in his bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, seeing Mirai was still asleep. It was only 8 am, so he decided to let him sleep and slid off his bed into his slippers and padded down the hall.
Not entirely sure where everything was in the Lookout yet, he began to amuse himself by wandering the halls. He eventually found where the kitchen and dining room were located, and made himself some breakfast; nothing huge just yet. He would wait for everyone else. He seated himself at the table and began to eat quietly.
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Pota hadn't been able to sleep. She had been up all night thinking and meditating. Even now, she sat in her Captain's chair in deep thought.
"That Namekian… Piccolo, was it? He was interesting. He didn't seem to like me being near Vegeta."
She sunk further into her chair.
"How intriguing… Vegeta carries the scent of one that has mated… but with a female. So what relationship does he have with Piccolo?" She furrowed her brow.
"And where is his mate?"
Her computer artificial intelligence (CAI) chirped to life.
"Don't you think you're being nosy?" His voice asked.
Pota chuckled.
"Am I? You call it nosy but I call it curiosity." She laced her fingers together.
"Besides, V said we'd continue our conversation today. I think I have the right to ask questions. It's been many years; two and a half decades to be exact. We need to catch up."
"It's not your place to know about his relationships."
Pota stood and stretched, glaring at the monitor addressing her.
"It is so! I'm his older sister. I have a license to be nosy."
She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes.
"Something about Piccolo makes me nervous though… like I need to be super careful around him."
CAI sighed.
"You are new to him. He is merely on guard. He would be classified as a warrior Namekian so it is his nature."
Pota looked out her window, frowning slightly.
"I've been to Namek, CAI. I know. But somehow, he is different. His energy… it's like he's in a class all his own."
She shrugged and stretched again, her stomach snarling at her in the process. She grimaced.
"Damn I'm hungry; time for some nourishment."
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Trunks munched quietly on his apple, feeling down. He didn't want to think about the events of the previous day, but they kept flooding back to him like water from a broken dam. That alone was enough to make his eyes water and him sniffle, but then Vegeta's words about Bulma's funeral replayed in his head, and a lone tear crawled down his face.
His silent mourning was interrupted when an unknown ki approached the dining area. He wiped his tears and sat motionless at the table, awaiting the new visitor.
The demi-Saiyan tensed when the door slid open, revealing a frightening-looking woman. She sashayed into the room, searching for something. She didn't find it, however, since her gaze fell on Trunks.
Pota's eyes widened as she stared at the boy sitting at the table, who in turn was staring rigidly back. Why was there a child here? It wasn't Piccolo's kid; he wasn't Namekian. He had to be Vegeta's. In fact, the longer she watched his uneasy expression, the more the kid looked like Vegeta when he was younger.
"Hello there." She spoke gently.
Trunks remained stiff. He sensed no hostility in the woman's voice but you can never be too sure.
"Hi." He replied shortly. Pota smiled softly.
"You don't know me do you. You seem tense."
Trunks narrowed his eyes slightly.
"No I don't know you. Who are you?"
As if on cue, the door slid open again and Piccolo walked in, already dressed, minus the turban and cape.
"Her name is Pota. She's your… aunt." He said slowly, not sure if half-aunt sounded right. Deciding it would do for now, he continued into the kitchen, glancing momentarily at her.
"So be nice." He finished. Pota quirked an eyebrow in surprise.
All of Trunks' suspicion melted away as he looked at the woman in front of him with renewed curiosity.
"My aunt?" He asked incredulously. "I didn't know I had an aunt."
Pota smiled again and sat down at the table.
"So you're Vegeta's kid. You sure looked like him a couple minutes ago when I walked in here." She chuckled as Trunks sat up straighter and smiled proudly, again reminding her of Vegeta.
"I wanna be just like Dad when I get older. He's the greatest in the Universe. Of course, if I can't do that, I wanna be like Mirai."
Another unfamiliar name.
"Mirai?"
"Uh huh. He's my older self from the future, so technically he's my older brother." He continued to smile.
Pota nodded. A bizarre but not unfathomable concept.
"I see. Is he here with you?"
Trunks nodded.
"Yup. But he's still sleeping. He's so lazy sometimes. Dad's probably gonna make him spar with him for sleeping in." He chuckled.
Pota chuckled with him. Yep, this was Vegeta's kid.
"We've done all this talking and I just realized I don't know your name." She commented.
Trunks grinned wildly.
"Trunks. Trunks Briefs."
Pota resisted the urge to laugh and instead smiled.
"Cool name. I like it."
Trunks continued to grin. So far he liked his aunt. She was laid back, not like his dad. Both Pota and Trunks jumped when they felt a huge, flared ki enter the room, snarling. They turned to see Vegeta stalking towards them.
"Where's the Namek?" He demanded harshly. Pota thrust her thumb in the direction of the kitchen, watching with amusement as Vegeta snarled and stomped into the kitchen.
Trunks giggled.
"Dad's mad at Piccolo-sama." Pota smiled at her nephew.
"It would seem so, yes."
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Just as Piccolo had predicted, Vegeta was indeed furious about the night before. The Namek had felt Vegeta approach, but made no move to meet him at the door. The Prince slammed the door open, entered, and shut it, rattling the pictures on the wall.
"How dare you leave me in such a state." He hissed angrily.
Piccolo, who was in the process of getting a glass of water, smiled but did not turn around.
Vegeta's anger intensified with the Namek's lack of response. He snarled when Piccolo finally turned around and faced him, glass in hand, smirk on his face.
Vegeta bristled at the expression.
"No one touches the Prince of Saiyans and then leaves him hanging."
Piccolo's innocent smirk morphed into a full-blown grin, making Vegeta's heart race.
"Are you implying I should finish where I left off?" Piccolo rumbled. He set his glass down on the counter and advanced towards the Prince, noticing the blush already forming on his cheeks.
Vegeta suddenly looked very shy as Piccolo came towards him.
"Maybe… I don't know…"
Piccolo stopped in front of him, giving him nowhere to go. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Vegeta's forehead, feeling the heated skin under his lips.
A little sigh left Vegeta's lips as Piccolo picked him up and held him close, resting his head in the crook of the Prince's neck. Vegeta closed his eyes and breathed deeply, aware that Piccolo was walking. His eyes opened again when Piccolo set him down on the counter. They stared at each other, drinking in each other's image. Vegeta squeaked quietly when Piccolo suddenly crushed his lips against Vegeta's, instantly being granted entrance with his tongue.
Piccolo slid his fingers up Vegeta's neck to cup his cheek, sweetly caressing it with his thumb. Vegeta's heart rate increased when he felt Piccolo's fingers work their way under his shirt, going for his tailspot.
The Prince moaned softly when Piccolo's cool fingers touched the raised scar, gently petting it before applying pressure. Vegeta's back arched and he broke the deep kiss to cover his mouth, silencing another louder moan. He scooted his hips forward in order to get closer to Piccolo. What he got instead was a surprise.
When Vegeta moved forward, he brought their bodies together, like he wanted. What he didn't expect was the feeling of something warm pressing against his inner thigh. He looked down and his eyes widened a fraction.
Piccolo chuckled and grinned when he felt the shift in Vegeta's attitude. He felt no embarrassment when he leaned back and smiled as Vegeta stared at his crotch.
"Looks like my secret is out." He chuckled.
Vegeta finally managed to tear his gaze away and stared up at Piccolo, obvious surprise in his face.
"But I thought… you… how?" His mind was still a little foggy.
Piccolo simply smiled and reapplied his fingers to Vegeta's neglected tailspot, making the Prince shiver and spread his legs wider so Piccolo could fit between them.
"Do you really want me to stop and explain?" Piccolo asked playfully, enjoying the array of emotions that were playing across Vegeta's face as he touched him.
Vegeta shook his head vigorously. This interesting twist of fate could easily be used to his advantage.
With a throaty purr, Vegeta ground his hips forward into Piccolo's obvious erection, earning him a deep pleasure-laced growl from the Namek.
The Prince smirked up at the blushing man, grinding his hips sinfully slow.
Both men's heads snapped up and they leapt apart, quickly occupying themselves with something other than each other. They calmed their bodies just in time for Pota to knock on the door.
"Hey. Uhm. If I come in, I'm not gonna get hit with anything right?"
Vegeta opened the door and raised an eyebrow.
"Why would you need to worry about that?" Pota took a second to answer, not missing the man's slightly messy hair and swollen lips, and she fought the urge to giggle.
"You seemed pretty mad when you walked in here so; I thought maybe you'd be throwing stuff." She shrugged. Vegeta put his fists on his hips.
"What am I, six years old?" He whipped around and glared at Piccolo, who had begun to cough into his hand. Seeing the look Vegeta was giving him, Piccolo smiled and turned back to the sink, refilling his glass of water he had just downed.
Ignoring the green man, Vegeta turned back to Pota.
"What do you want?" He snapped, irritated.
Pota laughed and swept past him.
"Still not a morning person I see."
Vegeta sniffed but did not reply.
Pota giggled. She could tell Vegeta was annoyed, which meant she had interrupted something, so she grabbed her glass of juice and went to leave.
"We've got a conversation to finish, V." She said over her shoulder before shutting the door.
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, frowning.
"She always did have terrible timing." A strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders and he smiled when he felt warm lips on his neck.
"We can always finish later; now that my secret's out." Piccolo purred in his ear, then kissed the Prince's neck again before letting him go.
Vegeta turned to face him. His eyes traveled down Piccolo's body, pausing at his crotch, before going back to his face. He smirked seductively.
"Indeed. You have some explaining to do."
Piccolo flashed him a toothy grin before following the Saiyan out into the dining area.
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A/N: Hahaha what will happen now that Vegeta knows? :O The suspense!