Thanks to the ones who had ever reviewed or read! After a bit more than a year, it finally came to an end. I hope it was a pleasant journey and that it was a worth stay.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not getting any profit of this fan fiction work.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Mirai Trunks x Gohan. Angst?

Age note: Mirai Trunks – 26. Gohan – 22.

A/N: And again the usual stuff: lemon ahead. I had to cut it and mold into the frames of this accursed site. So if you want to read the original chapter, go to Mediaminer org, to Adultfanfiction net or to nFiction. I write under the same penname everywhere.

Lucid

by chayron (lttomb yahoo com), beta-read by achillona

Part 14

Time passes quickly. I think you know that. Even though sometimes it seems only to slowly trickle, or maybe even to hardly flow, everything has a beginning and an end. And now, as I turn around and see Vegeta sitting at the same screen and watching the stars, I wonder. How in the hell did I end up here? I'm in another timeline, with my lover's dead father, and we are in a spaceship and we are going to fight a God. And I got my ass bonded and it appears that my father is a damn hypocrite and it seems that I'm going mad.

Life is such fun!

I'm glad I met Vegeta. Everything I felt… The whole mess… It's not Vegeta's fault. And not even my father's. It's only mine. Mamma's boy. You know, I think they both were right, Mirai and Goku. All the time I was pretty fragile. Distanced myself from almost everything I thought could cause me pain. Oh, I had power, I beat such enemies my father wasn't even able to beat. I could have had everything I wanted, but instead of it… Instead of it I just ran. And hid.

My father's son. Exactly. Even though this time it makes completely different sense than it used to before. I wanted it all to be a nice dream, a perfect life, where my mother loved my father and father loved her back and never died and stayed with us forever. Goku was so wrong then, when he said that I'm more similar to my mom than to him…

I'm not even sure what had triggered me back then. I doubt it was that day when I saw Vegeta on top of my father. I think it was only that day that my fragile boy's mind reached its limits. I fought so many enemies, I was responsible for so many things…my mother, my brother, the whole Z-team, life on Earth, even my own life; who would have defended the Earth if I had died? Nothing belonged to me. I just followed in someone else's footsteps. I was proud of it, even though it destroyed me in the end. A boy shouldn't be responsible for the planet he lives on. It might become too much in the end. Because that's what I was – just a small boy.

Goku never understood that it all was too much for me. No, he was never wrong. He always knew what was best for everyone. He was so fucking wrong. And it took me so much time to see it. He left me, an eleven-year-old, to fight Cell, forcing the destiny of the world onto my shoulders. And what did Goku do? He died again. Just a fucking joke. Why was Vegeta the one who finally helped me defeat Cell? Why was Vegeta's final blast the one that caused Cell's attention to slip? Why was it always Piccolo and not my father who saved me all the time?

At least I fucking spent more time alive than dead.

And then Goku blamed me, said that I'm too human. Goku was a creation of his surroundings; he never was a Human but he never was a Saiyan either. Kakarott died and Goku was born after he hit his head. And he calls me too fucking human… Goku blamed me for my cowardice and told me that I'm just exactly like my mom. Why in the hell did everyone blame my mom, while whatever happened in my life was only my father's fault? My mom was a bitch, true, but hey, she was the only one I had for those seven years when my father was just slinking off in some corner. She was the one who made me learn and later go to university.

So what if I'm too human? – At least NOW I know who I am. And how old is Goku? Does he fucking know who he is? I just had bad luck with my parents. But if not for my mother's mind and my father's strength, I'd be dead now, so let's just forget that. I'm not going to taint my nerves with this anymore. I'm not a boy anymore; I can deal with this shit and even more, so let's just leave the stones and the worms underneath them in peace.

I think about Naruki. The nymph-boy. How is he doing back there? I hope he's alright. He was the first person that I took care of. After my brother. I thought it would be awkward or cause painful memories. Yes, it did. But the thing is that at the same time the boy gave me so much hope and joy and feeling… To see him alive, to see him smiling… It was like sweet torture. I know my brother will never have this. I won't see him grow up, I won't see his face anymore, I won't hear his voice. But he died so that Naruki would live. I fought so that Naruki could live. I fought and I won. And I'll win again. We both will: Vegeta and I.

My father probably is still angry with me for accepting Naruki. He'll need time before he starts seeing Naruki as something more than just a replacement for Goten. But I believe that one day he will.

It's so sad that the person whom I avoided and didn't want to accept appeared to be my redeemer and the one I trusted with all my heart became my undoing. But it's alright – Goku did me a huge favor. Whatever it started with it ended up with the same: with Goku and Vegeta.

The opportunity to see one's life anew is a rare one. Even when I was close to death, dying or dead, it never made me want to stop those mind-games. It's such a paradox that the first time when I see my life in a new perspective is when I'm on the brink of madness.

I try not to think about Mirai, but yeah… I just hope that he doesn't feel what I feel. It's like a curse and a blessing at the same time. It makes my mind and body ache with longing, but there's that feeling of joy – I'm not alone. And I'll never be. The dream… I thought about it long after I finished sparring with Vegeta. I have been blessed, I think. Even though I feel half-sane right now, I can't feel upset or angry. Even if I lose my mind right now, I know that it's the best thing I have ever had, the best thing he could have given me.

I can't be angry with Mirai. And I'm not. I just wish I had stayed in bed with him after that night and finished what we started. I just wish it all would have a happy ending. But have you ever seen a perfect love story end with a happy ending? This is not a fairy-tale. I have a foreboding. My prince might not to live to see me.

For now I just like to think about the "dream". I may use the opportunity while I have it. How I ended up with Mirai? Just kill me if I know. I have never thought about him in that way until that talk in the hospital. Until that happening with Eriava, I didn't even have a freakin' idea that I liked to be kissed by a man…much less be caressed by one…and even less like being taken by one. Or maybe I knew or at least suspected… I had dreams sometimes… the dreams after which I'd wake up all drenched in sweat and panting… the dreams that left me more excited than…Videl.

I heard somewhere that the people who have too much responsibility like others taking over in bed. Probably I count as that kind too. Mirai knew that as soon as he saw me. I don't know how he knew that, but Eriava read the same – he read me right, he just didn't manage to use his readings.

Mirai knew that all the time and probably if I had been not so clueless or my father not so overprotective, he would have given me what I wanted the first opportunity he had. Mirai belongs to that group of males in whose veins the legacy of predators is the most clear. They know what they want, and they get it no matter who or what stands in their way. Mirai can protest as much as he likes, but hell, he and Vegeta… Though, yes, I suppose it's the same with me and my father. Vegeta knew what he wanted, and Mirai knows. By the Gods, it's such a damned circle of blood.

Yes, all the time I had been panting and moaning Mirai's name while his cock was sliding in and out of me…all the time I spread my legs farther for him and begged him to fuck me harder, all those times I felt that I finally got what I wanted – someone to finally take all that responsibility off my shoulders. I had been crushed underneath it far too long.

Oh yes, before you ask – I'd have never started thinking about this if I were sane. I'm just a shy boy from the backwoods. You may just pretend that I just have been whispering my undying love to Mirai. It's always easier to pretend. But not always healthy.

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As I watch the planet get bigger and bigger on the screen, I can't stop a worried shiver that passes through my body. I wish I had an angel. It's never too late to believe, but while I wish for an angel I wouldn't mind that it would be a big one and with a sharp harp. But I doubt Datano would give me one.

Don't mind me.

"Wipe that look off your face."

I turn to look at Vegeta then rub my forehead. We didn't interact much the last day – I suspect he's worried that I might confuse him with Mirai. I can tell that it really might happen. Ah well, just don't mind me.

"How do you expect to beat that fucker?"

"Then rouse my spirit, oh great general," I leer at him.

Vegeta sighs. He slowly approaches me and puts his arm on my shoulder. I raise my brow at him.

And then he just conks me in the left eye.

"And how does that work?" he asks then while I dizzily lie on the floor.

Fucker. I shake my head to clear it from buzzing. "Just perfect," I glare at him while rubbing my eye. What I love about Vegeta is that even though he's predictable, he always manages to catch me by surprise. He's the only one.

I pick myself from the floor and walk back to the screen. Actually it worked, the punch, for now I manage to concentrate on the planet readings the screen is giving.

"Thanks," I mutter. "Feel free to do it again if you feel the need."

Vegeta quirks his brow at me then just shrugs and also concentrates on the screen. "It's pretty much the same as Earth. A bit less oxygen, so we might have a bit of trouble while at the highest stages," he reads the data.

"I suppose then we also should reconsider the power of our blasts," I mutter. "The fire won't be as big as on Earth."

Vegeta nods. "You might get light-headed if there's not enough oxygen. You already act like it."

"Believe me – when I'm at the highest stage, it will be your least concern," I chuckle. "Usually I want to skin someone alive." I suddenly close my mouth to stop the abrupt idiotic laugh that echoes in the control room. Jesus, I'm a nuisance. "Just try to keep away from me for I might want to kill you or fuck you – your damned citrus scent is the same as your son's," I warn him. "We might end up having sex instead of killing that fucker," I add just for fun. Just for Vegeta to know that I'm damn serious.

Vegeta rolls his eyes at the screen.

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I wonder if I'd put my father's colors on if I had them. I wonder if I would put on Piccolo's colors if I had those clothes. And I wonder if I should finally start thinking of something that is truly mine.

I choose light sweatpants, a white tank-top and a pair of sneakers. Ah well.

When I reach the control room I find Vegeta ready too – he wears his blue colors.

He motions to the seat next to him. I sit down and strap myself into it. Here we go.

The touchdown is smooth, and as soon as we land, we are outside. Vegeta secures the spaceship, and we rise into the sky and fly to south for about two hundred kilometers. The surroundings vary from sand to almost jungle. It's actually very beautiful here: the planet has two suns. The air temperature is normal. The atmosphere is a bit thicker as anticipated, but I doubt it would be a problem.

We land in one of the small "deserts". I close my eyes and deeply inhale before tossing my head back and summoning the whole power I am able to. Probably I scream. Most of the time I do. It's not exactly that it hurts to accommodate so much power, it's that is an unbelievable feeling to feel so much raw energy course in and out of one's body.

It starts out slowly – the small trickles of energy waking the body up.

Several streamlets rush up and down until the body seems to be charged with tension. The muscles seem to be paralyzed. The sounds and scents cease to exist. For several seconds I forget how to breathe. And then the dam bursts and then it flows, with a roar, with an unbelievable power. Like a river, like a waterfall. Filling, flooding, overflowing.

It's then when I scream.

It seems that I can feel every cell in my body, every one of them stretching, accommodating to accept the energy, each of them connecting with the one next to it until I again can feel my body as a whole. A unit, a totality, a universe that can do anything. The power turns into a steady pulsing rhythm that is coursing through my body.

I'm wide open.

I look around. Vegeta has powered up also, the power crackling around him in steady bolts of lightning. He looks so fine. And smells so nice. The light breeze infiltrates the grounds and the faint citrus fills the air. Before stretching my senses as far as I can, I wonder if I can manage to make Trunks reach Super Saiyan three. I wonder what it would be like if we went at it while powered up to our maximum. The thought makes me smile with anticipation.

With the smile on my face, I close my eyes again while my power reels over the air, over the sand, over the grass, over the water, hills and mountains. It stretches and stretches until I latch onto something solid. Probing, I wrap my power around it. It strikes back.

My eyes open. "I've found him."

Vegeta nods. "Power down now."

I slowly unwrap my power from the body I found. I retreat, but not before teasingly lingering around its sides. I think several seconds before complying. Then I power down. I get a little dizzy, but the dizziness soon dissipates. I look at longhaired Vegeta who's watching me with a wary expression on his face. Why in the hell am I hard?

"You can fuck him, but later kill him, ok?" Vegeta smirks at me.

"I have a better plan," I give him back a suggestive smirk. Just to make him a little nervous. With my power down, I'm not dangerous to him. I couldn't be. Unless he wanted me to.

"He comes," Vegeta raises his head to the sky. As my ki is down, now he's the one who can feel the God's ki. "You have three minutes."

I nod. "We are a team, Vegeta. So don't fucking start playing a hero again, ok?" This is what I wanted to say all the time we had been flying in the spaceship.

"I thought being a hero was your family's trait?" he gives me a lopsided smirk.

"My family's trait is to be more of an idiot than a hero," I chuckle back at him.

Vegeta doesn't say anything but chuckles too. "Don't judge so harshly," he says then. "You, Sons, are an enigma I have been trying to figure out for a long time."

"Did you succeed?" I ask.

"No."

I softly laugh.

"Maybe my son will have better luck."

"I'll say that to him," I smile.

"Yeah, say that to him and add that he should not return here. Because here's nothing he needs," Vegeta says still not turning his head back to me.

I smile at that. "He won't. I'm not letting him go."

"Good."

We wait for several moments, and then I power up to my maximum again. The God is here. He hovers in the air above us while both sides observe and calculate. I thought I'd have memories flood me, I thought maybe I'd feel scared, I thought that maybe I'd feel angry. Right now I just feel annoyed. I want to finish him off and go back home to fuck Mirai. Or the opposite. Whatever.

He'd changed clothes. The last time I saw him…err…when I killed him, he was wearing a red gown that was open at the sides. Today he wears a blue one. It's stitched and embroidered with red yarn, making beautiful ornaments. The gown is open at the sides too, showing the graceful curvature of legs and thighs. He's wearing black heavy boots.

Datano is the same as I remember him. He is beautiful. Tall with a face of an angel. The red hair leisurely sways in the wind, the strands framing the beauty that should not belong to this creature. Pale skin that seems to never have seen the sun, high cheekbones, full lips. His big hazel eyes are stressed by a thick lush of dark eyelashes. They widely grin at me while lazily taking in my figure.

"Care to fuck?" he then grins at me while throwing his hair back.

Can't say that I'm surprised.

"You smell like a sack of potatoes," I inform him. It's the same as with Naruki – there is no stimulus without pheromones. Datano only interests me as a dead man. I'm lucky. Or maybe we both are.

Datano gives me a pretended pout. "That's sad. I got a little bored here," he twirls one red hair-strand around his finger.

"You said that the previous time too," I grin at him. "But later you shouted my name just before I killed you."

"Hell, you can talk shit when you want…" Vegeta shakes his longhaired head at me.

"Thank you," I purr, licking my lips, thinking how fast I can make this red-haired thing bleed under my fists. The thought about blood is so exciting…

"Care to bleed?" I ask Datano.

My fist connects with the side of that beautiful face. I didn't think I'd say that, but I am grateful that the higher stages rob me of clear thinking and turn me into a cool-blooded killing-machine.

Dodging the red blast Datano had launched at me, I transfer behind his back, my left leg colliding with the God's back after my roundhouse. I couldn't help the contented smirk when Datano slammed into the ground beneath me. I reappear next to him, but my knuckles connect only with the dirt. My head bounces back as Datano's foot connects with my chin. Sparks fly in my eyes. I think he knocked a tooth loose.

I spring back to my feet, catching a sight of Vegeta punching Datano in the eye while holding the God by his long red hair. Shortly I cock my head at the sight while watching that long red hair mix with the blond one. The sight is so hot that my sweatpants seem to tighten.

"Ka-me-ha-me-ha!"

Only the last second Vegeta releases Datano and jumps to the side. The blue blast engulfs the God. We have the time to get ready for another round.

I hardly manage to duck the fist that targets my head. I answer by connecting my knuckles with Datano's stomach. The crunch that I hear leaves me excited. I quickly retrieve my arm only to bury it in the beauty's stomach anew. The God chokes in pain, and my eyes are alight with enthusiasm. My fist catches the left side of his face, and blood and saliva spray into the air. Like a damn fountain.

But my joy is short-lived. Datano's foot connects with my stomach and I double over in pain. Before I could regain my bearings I'm hurled to the ground with such force that my bones rattle. The impact and clouds of sand leave me dizzy and I hardly manage to avoid Datano's black booted foot intended to crush my head. Choking, I roll out of the crater and get to my four. Datano's boot connects with my chin, and my back slams into a rock nearby. Air is knocked out of my lungs. My eyes blur with tears and dust. I try to quickly wipe them.

Datano just stops to stand in front of me. The wind ruffles his blue robe, exposing his thighs. He brushes his red hair behind his ear. The God slowly trails his thumb over his bleeding lip. He smiles at me then sticks out his red tongue to lick at the thumb. Just right before Vegeta smashes his fist into his head. If I weren't bleeding and hadn't swallowed one of my teeth, I'd say that someone got too careless.

As I don't have time for bleeding I join Vegeta. The desert and forests and seas blur past us while we chase after the God. We fly at such speeds that if not for the protective shield, my skin would simply melt.

And then he stops. In the form of a cross.

I just scarcely manage to avoid the collision with Datano's outstretched arm that is charged with something akin to Krillin's Destructo Disc. Still, my reaction is too late and his ki cuts my shoulder and shin. As usual in a battle, I don't have time to think that several centimeters more and my body would have been split in half.

Vegeta had more success avoiding Datano's other arm – he's already launching a ki blast at the God. Datano jumps to the side, and I'm left facing the blast. I block it without much of a problem and form a blast of my own. I launch it at the God. Datano's hazel eyes go red after he scents his hair burning. His face contorts in hate, leaving nothing of that pretty face.

And then finally it begins. With one roundhouse, he sends Vegeta to the ground, with a shattering force. Vegeta seems like a lightning crossing the sky. With a roar Datano charges at me. The battle that occurs now is for one purpose – to kill. Showing off has ended.

I duck the palm that would have simply sliced my head off and target my fist to Datano's midsection. He blocks it with one leg and kicks me in the side with the other. I catch myself in midair and instantly raise my palm at him. The blast engulfs him and I smell flesh burning.

I jump to the side to avoid a slashing blast. Blocking his high kick, I launch a blast at him again. He swats it away, but then I have time to kick him in the stomach. I grab him by his hair to prevent his escape. Blood pours out of his mouth. Not wasting time, I smash my fist into his head.

He tries to kick me but I easily avoid that by yanking him by his hair and punching him again. Long hair is no good in a battle. I continue to pummel him until he stops moving. I look at Vegeta who hovers opposite me. Why do I have a feeling that all that is way too easy? But no time for thinking. I toss Datano high into the air and Vegeta's and my blasts engulf him.

Datano's ki fades to nothing.

I lower my arms, observe the spot Datano has been in and turn to Vegeta. "What the hell was that?"

Vegeta looks a bit confused. "What do you mean?"

"The fucker just died."

Vegeta looks at me. "Does that concern you?" he pretends to be worried.

"I mean that was way too fast." Hell, I didn't even get at least one of my bones broken! Only one tooth!

He rolls his eyes. "Well, this wasn't the first time you fought at your full power, was it?"

Ah. Might be. Probably then, in my timeline, Datano first killed everyone, then almost bashed my scull in, and ONLY THEN did I reach the power I fought with now. Pretty clear.

"Let's go," I motion then. "The faster we get home, the greater the chance is that I decide to leave your ass in peace." Fighting, blood and excitement are not always a good thing. For those near me.

Vegeta first glares at me but then quickly follows.

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I climb out of the Time Machine and look around. I set it to reappear on the same spot I left from. You know, I didn't actually remember the exact time I left. It was midday when I left. But I can't tell you the exact time. So, I just improvised. I decided that it's better earlier than later and set 9 AM.

But when I look around, I see that my and my father's house is gone. But maybe he left during the night.

I approach Mirai's capsule house. Maybe my father got flustered over what occurred between us and just fled. Would be so like him. No, if he died again, THAT would be so like him.

I have to shake my head to get rid of the nonsense floating inside. I wonder how Vegeta managed to bear me while we were flying back to Earth. I shared all my points of view with him, I talked non-stop, I think I cried half of the time. I think I even tried to kiss him once. Or maybe I only dreamt that. Hell knows.

I approach the door. It's locked.

Okay.

I think for awhile. So, I set 9 AM. And which fucking day is today? Just fucking unbelievable. I must have messed up something. Again.

Cursing under my breath, I raise my ki and start searching. Ah, there, near the lake. Mirai's ki shoots up to answer mine.

After several moments he's here. I just stare at him. No, there's nothing wrong with him. I just simply stare. And feel my teeth itching. Now you're going to get it.

"Errr?" he backs away a bit, looking a bit unsure.

"He's dead," I say.

I look at Mirai. I don't know how, but then I'm with him, pressing myself to him, gasping at his scent, at his closeness, at his skin, at his touch. Slowly the pain starts leaving my mind, and I feel huge relief pass through my entire body. I just stay like this, my eyes closed, in his arms, breathing his warm citrus scent in, feeling his fingers ruffling through my now longer hair.

Forever. Just stay like that forever.

He yelps as I sink my teeth deep into his skin. He laughs then.

"It suits you," he whispers into my ear while ruffling through my hair again. My teeth leave his flesh, and he brushes his lips over my temple. His hands slide down to my waist then rise up to my back again. "I planned to beat the shit out of you… Can't believe you just fucking left!" he softly mutters then while his hands ruffle the cloth on my back.

I bury my face in his chest, against his shirt. "I'm sorry; I messed up something again…" I muffle.

"I'll really beat the shit out of you… But later," he presses his hot cheek to mine. "I thought you died. Four days have passed…"

"I'm sorry," I breathe out into his chest.

I'm just overwhelmed when I feel his lips on my neck. They softly press to my skin to leave wet butterflies there. They fly up my neck then my chin until they reach my lips. I shiver in his arms. They land on the left corner of my mouth. They wetly flutter on my lips until I catch them. I remember that when the first time I had someone's tongue pushed into my mouth, I thought it was disgusting. Time comes and goes.

We kiss passionately until my knees seem to turn to gel. I groan into Mirai's mouth when his tongue starts mimicking thrusts. I get hot. My hips start pushing at him. His hand leaves my hair and goes to my lower back until it firmly cups my ass. I shiver at the feel of that and groan again.

Vegeta was right – I love feeling overwhelmed, possessed. I love the idea of me belonging to Mirai.

Mirai's other hand smoothly slides up and down my back, until it cups my head again. My cock starts throbbing. I can scent my own pre-cum. I'm going to come from the kiss alone.

Very reluctantly I let go of Mirai as he tugs me away. I'm panting and dizzy.

"Let's go into the house," he purrs into my ear. His tongue licks at my ear then thrusts in and out. I groan. My eyes roll into the back of my head.

Mirai then kisses me again, and I just wrap myself around him. My fingers bury themselves in his long hair to prevent him from breaking the kiss. My hips start grinding against his. Mirai's gasps go straight to my groin. I can't wait. I don't want to wait.

Trunks tries to push me to the direction of the house. I rip his shirt off and shamelessly hump his thigh.

"Gods," he tosses his head back. "If your father…"

I shortly growl indicating for him to shut up and, in time with my thrusts, attach myself to suckle on his neck. I'm going to leave some evidence. If I belong to Mirai, it means the opposite too.

And then we are flying. Actually Mirai flies. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else besides sex. I hit the door with my back. I don't understand what the hindrance is, but I catch some words like 'locked' and 'key'. I growl annoyed at the delay. My teeth pierce Mirai's lower lip. The blood in my mouth just explodes my mind.

Fuck it!

The door and half of the wall crumble as soon as I raise my ki to the maximum.

"You just fucking love destroying houses, don't you?" Mirai pants out while I drag him to the nearest room with a bed.

I don't bother with answering. I just toss Mirai into a wall, taking it down together with him, making Mirai land with his back on the bed among the debris. I want to fuck.

It's his room. For a moment there I think that he might be angry. But the look on his face is far from it: his usually clear blue eyes are bleary, half-lidded, the pupils dilated with lust. A red droplet runs down Mirai's lower lip, to his chin. There's a big bulge in the front of his jeans. Mirai watches me from beneath lavender curtains. He leans on his elbows and licks his lips.

Not dropping from Mystic, I crawl in between Mirai's legs then almost on top of him, making him lose his leverage and fall down onto his back. My head lowers to lick at the small trail of red on his chin then his neck. I sharply graze at his skin. For some time I just stay like that, with my head lowered to his neck, inhaling the pheromones his body is producing.

With a painful tug on his hair I raise Mirai's head to meet my mouth. The hard, bruising kiss makes me want to howl in lust. I stick my tongue in his mouth, almost choking him. Mirai lets out a long groan into my mouth, and his body melts in my arms. I smirk against his swollen lips. It seems I'm not the only one to like being dominated. There's a slut in each of us.

INSERTION OF A SEX SCENE. if you want to read the original chapter, go to Mediaminer org, to Adultfanfiction net or to nFiction. I write under the same penname everywhere.

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I rouse from sleep. Someone is stroking my inner thigh. I blink my blurry eyes at Mirai's face.

"Morning," he trails his palm higher, almost to my crotch. I involuntarily shiver. "Your father is here," he then informs me slipping his hand out of from between my legs.

I pull myself up. A ruined room unfolds before my eyes. It looks as if it has been smashed to smithereens – now, besides the hole in the wall I made several months ago, there's a new one, in which I threw Trunks through yesterday. Dust and rubble is everywhere. We are both lying on a bed that is covered in dust and rubbish.

A red, thick flush covers my face when I remember yesterday. My father had felt my ki and naturally had come to see why I went Mystic and Mirai Super Saiyan two. As at that moment I had been quite busy, I just ignored the presence of his ki. I don't remember when he went away.

I look at Mirai. His blue eyes are grinning at me. No doubt – he had felt Goku's ki too.

"You know," I say, "you either will have to reach Super Saiyan three or grow that hair of yours. At least once I want to see you with a lot of blond hair."

Mirai blinks at me. He seriously looks at me and leans on the headboard. He crosses his arms against his chest. As he's completely naked that doesn't seem as serious as he wants it to be. Mirai raises his head at me. "I promised to beat the shit out of you."

Okay. That's fine with me. It was my mistake – by running away that day I disobeyed him.

Mirai grins then. "Decided to do one better – to fuck the shit out of you instead."

I roll my eyes. "Fine with me." I lean on the headboard next to him, my shoulder touching his. "I saw your father there. This one, from this world."

His head shoots up in surprise. His sapphire eyes search mine, trying to discern if it's some lame joke or if I'm being serious. But then…he knows I wouldn't joke on this matter. I know how important Vegeta is to him.

"He hijacked Dr. Gero's spaceship from hell, and went to your timeline to kill Datano. We met on Earth and then went further to the planet Datano was on. We fought him together." I watch Mirai's face. "He had to go back." Mirai nods. "You know, he seemed quite happy about us," I grin then. "He said that he hadn't quite figured the Son family out yet and wished good luck to you."

Mirai laughs.

"And he also said that you have nothing to go back to in your timeline."

Mirai's bright eyes concentrate on me. "That I know. That I know, sweetheart."

I feel fuzzy all over and almost purr when Mirai leans in to kiss me.

Then he removes his tongue from my mouth. "Go to your father or he will have to wait for another round."

I chuckle before hopping to the floor.

My father didn't come alone; Seventeen is leaning on the wall, next to him, with his arms crossed. Acknowledging, I nod at him. I walk closer to them.

"Hi," I say to Goku.

"Do you even know how worried I've been for you?" my father growls. "Okay, I admit there was no need to be so harsh that evening, but hell – just to disappear like that! Four days!"

Okay. My fault.

I cross my arms. "Actually I missed something while setting the timer; I planned on coming back the same day." Okay, let's forget that argument – not only did my father overdo then, I told him several unpleasant things too. "Sorry for that."

My father's look softens. He sighs then. "I'm sorry for that evening. Just don't know what came over me."

"It's fine," I shrug. "You did me a favor. All of that nonsense had lasted too long. You should just have told me that you have the same problem. It's not very nice, you know…"

He looks at me. He then scratches his head. "What problem?"

I gaze at him in disbelief. Don't tell me that he didn't know… "Well, you forget things, don't you…?"

"Well, sometimes…" he looks at me unsure. His eyes then widen. "Oh shit."

"Yes," I nod. "Vegeta told me that it's a genetic trait. Bardock was the same. As well as Radditz. I now realize that Goten had been affected also."

Seventeen starts laughing his head off. He then shakes his head at us. "Okay, will leave you two. It seems you have something to discuss," he shoots into the sky, leaving my flustered father.

Goku scratches his head. After a long pregnant silence he opens his mouth: "Vegeta told you that? When?"

I repeat what I told Mirai.

"He wanted me to pass something on to you," I say after telling the whole story.

Goku looks at me with curiosity clear in his eyes. And then I punch him directly in his left eye. "Yes, he said that he reached Super Saiyan three, and you will get that and more after you meet in hell," I inform Goku.

Goku gets up from the ground. "Figures," he curses while rubbing his face. "Uncivilized bastard." He sighs then. "I suppose I have to start training again…"

XXXXX

Mirai went back to working at Capsule Corp., and I found a job at Hariso Osu University. Naruki goes to school. My father and Seventeen live several miles away from the city in a capsule house.

Everything seems to have returned to normal. As if it ever was normal…

I love weekends. We usually go to Goku and Seventeen's or simply set up our capsule house somewhere, leave Naruki with Goku and Seventeen, and the weekend is all ours.

And I also love evenings. When Mirai comes home from work. Ah well, I'm such an incurable romantic, but I love when he walks through the door and asks how my and Naruki's day went, and then we three sit down to eat.

Sometimes I get bored. Then we usually spend all night beating the shit out of each other. My father and Seventeen usually join. In the morning I call in sick or just go like that to scare the students with my scratched and varicolored skin and black eyes. I don't think that anyone believes that I've been robbed more than 15 times in less than half a year. My employer has firmly suggested changing the area.

And these days, like this, I just enjoy the peace, the peace around us and the peace in my head. We've decided to go camping. While waiting for Mirai to come back with something edible, I just relax.

I walk over to a linden tree and sit down under it while watching Naruki paint. He's so busy concentrating on the view he's sketching that he doesn't even notice me. Naruki's long green bangs sway in the light breeze. Naruki looks at the valley below the cliff we are sitting on and draws further. His brows furrow in concentration while he's trying to transfer the scenery onto the sketchpad. His small tongue darts out from his mouth to be caught between his teeth in that effort.

I lean my head on the lime and smile.

THE END