Chapter 22

Once Gohan and what was explained to him as Mirai no Trunks were finally done fucking each others' brains out, they were finally able to get some sleep. He and Goten had hidden in their room for the rest of that night. Well, really he hid in their room, and Goten watched with fascination and more than a little humor as Trunks winced each time he heard his name being screamed by Gohan... Then they all felt the two perverts powering up to SSJ3 and try to bring the building down around them. Thankfully that hadn't lasted long before... well, yeah...

"They better find some place else to to that from now on" Trunks grumbled loudly.

The next morning was probably one of the most tension filled breakfasts they'd ever had at CC, not that Gohan noticed. He and Mirai had come down together, of course, after showering together, of course. Mirai borrowed a pair of Gohan's pants since the ones he had arrived in were destroyed. Gohan was wearing the shirt that had been salvaged from Mirai's outfit, but Mirai wasn't wearing one at all. He seemed totally at ease, as if he owned the fucking place – Trunks looked at him sideways as he got Goten seconds and thirds. When Bulma and Yamucha came down – thank Kami Bulla was spending the weekend at Marron's house and had not been here last night – they both smiled and immediately hugged Mirai. A few laughs were had about old times, but the pleasant commotion died down as Vegeta and Goku entered the room. Usually it was Vegeta's temperament that clouded a gathering, but today it was Goku who seemed stand-off-ish. Goten and Gohan greeted them pleasantly anyway, used to full blooded Saiyans' moods. Trunks was used to it too, but was in too much of a mood himself to bother with pleasantries that were in-effect wasted.

"That hair is ridiculous" was the first thing out of his father's mouth – Yay! Things were finally going to go from tense to interesting. Mirai leaned back in his chair and "huffed" just like the Prince would have.

"No body asked you, old man" he said while staring him in the eye deliberately and eating his toast. Vegeta just "huffed" back at him and turned to Gohan, shaking his head slightly as Gohan smiled goofily back.

"Nice shirt" he dead-panned. Everyone but Trunks and Goten laughed pretty much hysterically at that – had his father just made an actual, honest-to-kami joke, and he had missed it? It really was a nice shirt, expensive blue silk by the look of it, embroidered on the collar and cuffs in an intricate design. What was so funny about that? Yamucha was actually wiping tears out of his eyes.

"Oh man, that was a good one Vegeta" he said between chuckles as the laughter died down. Even Goku, who had started out on edge for some reason, was smiling and talking now.

Bulma and Yamucha were actually the first to leave, eating only one plate full as normal humans, then leaving the Saiyans to run off to some appointment – Bulma made Mirai promise he would be here when she got back, they had a lot of catching up to do after all, and then she hugged him tightly and Yamucha whisked her away – knowing them they were probably already late.

Then the tension began to build again. Goku went from sulking to openly staring at Mirai, and Trunks did his best to completely ignore his existence. Goten and Gohan were the only ones oblivious, still happily shoving food in their mouths and talking amongst themselves. Mirai just sat back, taking it all in, responding politely or warmly when called for, until Goku just couldn't take it anymore. He stood abruptly at the table, glaring at Mirai. Vegeta stayed sitting, but was very still beside him.

"Can I help you?" Mirai said with a frown.

"What the hell did you do to my son?" Goku practically yelled at him. Mirai frowned further, then spoke slowly.

"I bonded with him, and we had sex afterward, sealing it between us."

"That's not what I meant" Goku sneered, "I mean before – he was just a child!" The color drained from Gohan's face as he looked at his father. He opened the bond between himself and Mirai, 'I thought you told them?' 'I only gave them enough to let me save your life' Gohan cursed under his breath.

"What?" his father turned to him, "What was that?"

"I said FUCK, Dad," Gohan said loudly, clearly perturbed. Mirai sighed – this wasn't going to be a fun conversation. Before he knew it Goku had jumped around the table, grabbed a handful of his hair and was using it to bring Mirai's face to his, growling the whole time.

"Dad!" Gohan shouted. Goku just growled at him. This was getting nowhere fast.

"It wasn't his fault, wasn't him at all, I did this" he said standing up to bring his gaze even with his father's.

"Don't say that, you were a little kid and he was already of age, he's the one who should have known better" his Dad spat out.

"He did, he's the one who stopped it – stopped me" Gohan said quietly. The room stilled around him, everyone mesmerized by his words, so he went on.

"I was so high off the power of defeating Cell..." Instantly Vegeta's face fell; Gohan saw it but looked away, giving him nothing.

"I couldn't even sleep, and I thought I would go crazy if I spent even one more second in that house, so I sneaked out my window and was doing laps around the world when Trunks found me, had come to check on me to make sure everything was alright after he felt me power up. I... We sparred, and I... I lost control... I pinned him down and bit him, neither of us knowing what it meant..." he trailed off, hoping to get by with just the abbreviated version. No such luck.

"You're hiding something" his father accused (well, he was right actually). Crap.

"You don't really want all the details, do you Dad?" he asked with an embarrassed blush.

"Yes, Gohan – I do – I need to know" his eyes blazed as he demanded the full truth.

"If you want, I'll tell them" Mirai offered gently. Gohan nodded quickly, grasping at the lifeline. Goku frowned, but turned his gaze on Mirai then, waiting.

"I was 13 the first time Gohan and I had sex" he said quietly. Goku's eyes blinked in shock. Not what he had expected to hear.

"He was 22, but we were the last of our kind, and any life lived under the shadow of the androids was borrowed time, we all knew that..." he paused, gathering his thoughts.

"He was killed a year later, his death was when I finally break through to SSJ" Mirai picked his hands up and stared at them, flexing the fingers wide before curling them into fists, the dropping them back down.

"When I came here, when everything was said and done, my only real thought was getting back to my own time and finally getting revenge on the bastards who stole him from me. I felt a strange loyalty to this, now our, Gohan, but that was it. I did go to check on him when his power spiked, and he was flying as fast as he could around and around the planet, not a care in the world – practically bursting with that Saiyan enthusiasm when he asked me to spar with him... How could I say no? Before I realized it though, he had pinned me in the crater he'd made with my own impact, a feral light in his eyes." Mirai shook his head from side to side, his hair falling gently around his face.

"I didn't know. The Gohan I knew had never bitten me. At first I thought it was part of some aggravated battle lust – and I was just hoping he didn't rip my throat out. Then he leaned back from my neck and kissed me – an eleven year old boy, kissed me with my own blood in his mouth and I freaked the fuck out." Gohan "rested" his head on the table, his arms doing their best to shield his face from the world. Mirai rubbed his back, and continued.

"I pushed him off of me as hard as I could, he just sat there blinking in the dirt. I saw how clouded his eyes had been, and that they had cleared some from the shock... and well, I decided to take a risk – I hoped that if I shocked him badly enough, he would snap out of it completely – because other wise I was screwed, there was no way I could beat him off of me if he kept pressing the 'issue'... I grabbed his jaw with my hand, and asked him point-blank if he wanted my dick up his ass." Vegeta snorted into the silence. Trunks and Goten were grinning at Gohan like he was some sort of alien being. Not that he could see that from where he was hiding.

"And?" Goku said quietly after Mirai paused.

"And... he turned white as a ghost, sputtering out a 'What?' as I glared at him. Then I pushed him back farther down with a flick of my wrist, and told him that he better not ever kiss me like that again then... and I flew away, terrified that he might decide to follow me anyway, but he didn't - I left the next day, and haven't physically seen him again until yesterday. A few of his more traumatic recent experiences slipped through to me, that's how I knew what was going on and when to come back to."

The tale was told. It was all out in the open now. Gohan wept bitterly against the table, and Mirai pulled him off of it to hold him to his chest, stroke his back reassuringly. Goku had already been crying silently as Mirai finished is story, but now that Gohan was weeping, even Vegeta's eyes were misting.

"Bah, there's too many hormones in here – I'm going to train" he said, strutting from the room with a flourish.

"I'm so sorry" was all Goku said, then he nodded his head to Mirai Trunks, and got up, left the room after Vegeta, as unable as the other man to deal with the flood of emotions within him. It was ok though, neither of them held it against them. Understanding had passed between them, and that was all that was needed. Goten got up and put his arms around his brother's back as best he could, but it was difficult with this much stomach. Being half-human as well, he was better at showing emotion. When Gohan had calmed and stopped crying, he noticed that Trunks was still in the room, just off to the side, staring at them.

"Gohan" he spoke up, "do you hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?" he said in surprise.

"Because I love your brother and not you" he said, his eyes dark and questioning.

"No, I don't hate you Trunks. You're a good friend, and I couldn't ask for anyone better to take care of my little brother" Gohan told him earnestly. Something still lingered there though. He looked deeply into Trunks' eyes, trying to pry out the last of it, and then it hit him – the kiss. Yikes, he had forgotten about the way he'd acted in front of them when he awoke from the future and thought the past was a dream... He blushed and ran a hand through his hair.

"You know I only said that because I thought I was dreaming, right? About kissing you? I've never thought of you like that Trunks, wanted you that way... You were just a baby, you weren't, you aren't him" he finished flatly... Trunks' face did look relieved though, right before a spasm of fear flashed over it. Goten cried out beside him, holding his stomach and breathing heavily. His knees collapsed, but Gohan and Mirai caught him before he could fall. Trunks rushed to the other side of the table, growling lowly at Mirai's hands on his mate. Mirai removed them slowly, letting Gohan support his full weight as he handed him off to Trunks. Trunks looked at Mirai with a piercing stare, then nodded once curtly, and took off with Goten down to the med bay – it looked like he was about to become an uncle.