Worlds Apart
The Break-up
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Worlds Apart
Pairings: Mirai Trunks/Gohan
Disclaimer: I do know own any
characters from Dragonball Z. They are the property
of
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title="FUNimation Entertainment">FUNimation
and creator Akira Toriyama. Nor do I own any
characters from Harry Potter. They are the property of Warner Bros. Studios and
creator JK Rowling. I make no money from the writing of the story.
W A R N I N G:
This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male relationships. I’m
letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are
AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking,
you have been WARNED.
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Beta-reader by Mitts: Thank you so much for taking on yet another
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Chapter 10: The Break-up
It was considerably late by the time Gohan walked in through his
front door. He yawned, and then stretched out his tired limbs, grunting a
little as he relieved some of the tension in his back. Taking off his shoes, he
padded quietly through the living-room. His appointment had run on for longer
than anticipated, and afterwards he had met up with a colleague of his, and had
stayed out to enjoy a few drinks with him.
Gohan had thought about going over to his mother’s house. But
seeing the lateness of the time, he’d changed his mind, deciding it was best
for him to just go home.
As usual, all the lights were out on the first floor, which meant
that Videl and Pan were asleep. He went into the
kitchen for a drink of water, and nearly dropped the glass in surprise when the
lights were suddenly flipped on.
“Man, Videl! Did you have to give me a
heart attack?”
“Where have you been, Gohan?” his irate sounding wife asked. “I’ve
called the office several times today and I kept getting the same damn answer:
You’re out at court. And gee-whiz, it’s going on
o’clock
you?”
Sighing, Gohan turned away from her. He did not want to have
another fight. The only thing he wanted to do was get some sleep.
“Videl, I’m tired. I
a friend and had dinner. Afterwards we went for a few drinks,” he explained
calmly, while loosening his tie.
“Drinks? Gohan, when did you start drinking?
And who is this friend? Have I met her before?”
“No, I haven’t started drinking. I had sodas. And
school with,” Gohan answered tiredly, walking past his wife to go upstairs.
“He, huh? So, you had a…good time…together?”
“Listen, Videl,” Gohan responded instantly.
“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not attracted to guys like that?”
“Where’s Pan?” he inquired upon walking into an empty nursery.
“She’s at my dad’s. I asked him to watch her for the night,”
arms around his neck.
Gohan allowed the movement, but did nothing to encourage her to
further her actions.
“I wanted us to have some alone time,” Videl
hinted, pressing her body closer to his.
“No, Videl.”
Stopping short as if she’d been slapped, Videl
pulled back a little from him. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”
“No, I don’t want another
baby. And I don’t want to have sex with you. Is that plain enough for you to
understand?”
“Oh, I get it. Since I don’t have a dick between my legs, you
don’t want to fuck me. Is that it?” Videl vented,
removing her arms from around her husband as if the touch of him were burning
her.
Shaking his head at her accusation, Gohan stormed back down the
stairs and grabbed his coat.
“I’m sorry, Gohan. Please… just don’t leave,” Videl
begged as she raced after him, knowing what she’d just said had hurt his
feelings.
Gohan placed his hand on the doorknob, and then turned to face his
wife. Letting out a breath of air, he said as calmly as he could, “I keep
thinking that everything will be alright between us; that we can remain friends.
But the only thing that we’ve managed to do, in four years of marriage,
isn’t even here. And I’m tired of fighting with you over it. I’ve tried to tell
you, but you just won’t listen.”
He saw the unshed tears that sparkled in her eyes, but chose to
ignore them as he pushed on with what he had to say.
“I did not want to marry you, but my mom and Bulma
pushed us together, and I’m sorry that I went along with them. I don’t know
what it’s going to take for you to understand….. I’m half-Saiyan. And that half
of me is dying. I’m fed up with the accusations of cheating you throw at me,
when there is no one else in my life. I can’t even go out with a friend without
you hinting that I’m sleeping with that person.”
“Gohan, I-”
“No. Let me finish, Videl,” Gohan cut
in, tears of his own swelling in his dark eyes. “You can have the house. You
have custody of Pan. And you can have whatever monies that are owed to you out
of our marriage. I’m done with this relationship.”
“Gohan, please!”
Opening the door, Gohan pulled off his wedding ring and carefully
placed it on the cool wooden floor. Then, standing tall, he said, “Good-bye,
And he turned and flew off into the night.
“GO-HANN!”
Videl slumped to the ground just outside of her
two-story home, crying. Bulma had tried to tell her.
Vegeta had even warned her. But she had chalked it up as Vegeta’s hate towards
her for taking Gohan away from his son. But that wasn’t it at all. Gohan was
right. He loved one man, Mirai. And he wasn’t even around to have caused her
marriage to fail. She had done it all on her own.
She had just lost the only man she’d ever wanted…. to a ghost.
A/N: Well, how is that? Did anyone see that one coming? No? Well,
take a guess what happens in the next chapter.
Nemesis