Uncharted Waters

I have to admit I was eager to post chapter 12; the responses I get are always worth the wait though.

Ahem,

Jaygoose: Yes, my dear friend, you have been loyal from the get go, and for that I am very greatful, *tips hat*. I am sorry that I have shocked the comments straight from your head, but I hope the surprise was worth it...and will continue to be so durring the remainder of this fic. Thank you for all of the reviews thus far, and I hope to see many more from you in the future. But etroetrospect, when have I ever done anything canon? *winks*

XZanayu: You have also been extremely loyal; many thanks. I seemed to have shocked you as well, I hope you have fully recovered to read the rest of these, in my opinion, fine chapters.

Mehla: Thank you for the review and the e-mail. I\'m glad I could inspire you, please send me those fics of yours when you get a chance and I\'ll let you know what I think of them. I\'m pleased that you are enjoying this fic as much as the first. So you picked up on the Goku thing early on, huh? Good for you! I left little tid bits here and there in earlier chapters, I\'m glad someone picked up on it. Not to discredit those of you who didn\'t; they where very very small hints..very vauge. In fact, some of them where in the first story. I was striving to shock, and it seemat Iat I hit the nail on the head.

Jupitor Knight: *waves smelling salts* Are you all right? lol.
Out of my mind? Could very well be, I certainly like to think I\'m unconventional. I\'ll leave the GokuxVegeta, TrunksxGoten, GohanxPiccolo pairings to the thousands of other authors who seemed to be in love with these couples. What can I say? I like to walk on the \'wild\' side. *snerk*

Anywho, thanks for the comments! *bows*

Chapter XIII


“Goku!?”

He never really appreciated the term ‘Deer caught in headlights’, until this moment. The two of them stood frozen before their on-looker. Trunks’ long lavender hair was mussed around his head, his chest was heaving, and the telltale flush of his skin left no doubt as to why his lips were slightly swollen. His arms were up and around the older Saiyan’s shoulders, fingers curled in the spiky mess of black hair.

The tinge of pink covering Goku’s cheeks spread across the bridge of his nose rising to meet his glassy eyes. From what Piccolo could see, he too was breathing heavily, however his torso, free from clothing, was somewhat obscured thanks to Trunks’ own body pressed tightly against him. The green man’s stunned gaze finally settled on the Saiyan’s arms that were enfolded around the youth’s waist, hands cupped firmly around the demi-Saiyan’s backside.

But this couldn’t be right…his eyes had...HAD to be playing tricks on him. That was not his one-time-enemy-turned-friend twisted around his bond son. It was not the Earth-raised Saiyan who had his arms wrapped so possessively around the halked ked youth who had confided to him not an hour earlier. The wide set of panic-ridden dark orbs fixed fearfully on him did not belong to Son Goku. It couldn’t be! Impossible...not in a thousand years…it was supposed to be Goten! It felt as if his mind had suddenly been frozen. The information his eyes were sending to his brain was not processing. It was supposed to be the younger, smaller, younger boy...not his father!!! But Reality had to prove her point.

“Trunks—DAD!?!?!?”

Piccolo turned his head to see Goten standing behind him, staring in abject horror at the very same scene in front of him. The teen’s appalled face and gaping mouth were enough to break the Namek from his incredulous shock.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” Piccolo screamed.

Trunks and Goku quailed before the incensed warrior before them, shrinking back further into the small dark space of the room.

“Get your fucking hands off of him!”

They jumped at the searing tone. Goku opened his mouth—

“NOW!!” the Namek roared.

Quickly, the Saiyan let his lover go and took another step back. Trunks was shaking from head to toe, bright blue eyes darting between his bond-father and his best friend.

“How could you?” his father’s mate was saying, “How in the fuck could you, Son?!” For a moment Trunks thought Piccolo was speaking to him, then realized with a bitter wave of relief he was addressing Goku by his surname. However, the Saiyan didn’t respond, instead his eyes were suddenly glued to the ground as if he could find the answer written there.

A wave of sympathy washed over the blue-eyed demi-Saiyan, as well as confusion. Gathering his courage he spoke, “But…” The demi-Saiyan flinched when Piccolo’s black eyes snapped on him. He had never seen the Namek so angry…ever. Stammering, he continued, “But I…I thought you knew.”

“Knew?” he hissed in disbelief, his dark eyes slanting.

“Yeah, I thought you knew I was involved with him. We talked, and—,”

Piccolo cut him off, his face thunderous, “I thought you were talking about Goten, not,” he gestured disgustedly in Goku’s direction, “him.”

“Me?!?!” Goten shouted.

Everyone’s attention turned to the boy in the background. His jaw had at last snapped shut and his eyes had torn away from the couple to stare in vexation at the taller and older man.

“Well yes,” Piccolo said taken aback.

“Where in the hell did you get that idea?” he barked, insulted. “I like girls!”

The Namek’s eyes widened considerably. He shook his head in bewilderment, “But…all the time you two have spent together, and tonight when you led Trunks away you were so eager to see him, I thought—

“Well you thought wrong!” Goten seethed, cutting him off, “Of course Trunks and I spend a lot of time together, he’s my best friend, or at least I thought he was,” he shot a venom filled glare at the other young man. “I wondered why you were over at the house so damn much, now I know why.” Trunks’ eyes joined Goku’s on the floor. Goten’s lip curled in disgust, he turned back to the Namek “And tonight...humph,” he smirked bitterly, “tonight I wanted to tell Trunks that I finally got to third base with Vicky Jennings after weeks of pretending to work on that stupid chemistry project with her. I wanted to tell him that his advice worked,” his voice jumped, shaking with emotion, “but of course it worked!” His black eyes were shining as he glared hatefully at the figures in the tiny room, “He would know, since he was banging my own father!!”

“Goten!”

Goku had finally straightened up and was regarding his youngest son with a stern look. “How dare you—

“No, dad, how dare you! I’ll never forgive you for this.” He clenched his fist in rage, “You fucking abandon us, you let mom die, and now you’re fucking my best friend!” Tears of fury swept down his flushed cheeks. “I hate you.” His breath hitched, “I HATE YOU!” he repeated shouting, “…with…with ever fiber of my body. Don’t you ever fucking talk to me or come near me again! As for you,” his eyes locked with Trunks, “ I can’t believe you’ve done this to me, Trunks, you of all people,” his voice dropped to a shaky whisper, “My father? You’re fucking my father? You sick god damn traitor.” He shook his head slowly. “You’re nothing to me now. I never want to see you again, if you come near me, so help me, I’ll beat the living shit out of you.”

Trunks was biting his bottom lip, his eyes brimming over, “Goten, I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

With one last icy glance over his father and friend he turned and left. Goku gave Trunks a tender look and a gentle squeeze on the arm before scooping up his shirt, pulling it over his head, and jogging towards the door to follow his son.

“Goten, wait!” he yelled, calling after the boy.

However a green hand snapped arouaround his throat lifting him a few feet in the air to pitch him violently backward. Landing unceremoniously on his ass he stared in shock at the towering form of the Namek blocking the door.

“Don’t even think about it,” he snarled, lips curled away to reveal pointed incisors. “I should kill you for this, Son. Never, in my wildest dreams, would I think you capable of such an act.” His eyes glowed red, “He’s only a child!”

Trunks glared at the older man. “I am not a child, Piccolo,” he declared firmly, “quit harassing Goku like he was the one who seduced me. I am not a naïve little boy who was taken advantage of.”

Piccolo whirled on the young man, “What?! Are you telling me you instigated this?”

“Yes,” he answered defiantly.

“Trunks,” Goku cut in, “don’t—

“Shut-up!” Piccolo snapped, “I’ll deal with you later. Don’t move!” he snarled when Goku tried to scoot to Trunks’ side. He turned his attention back to the boy, “What in the hell were you thinking, kid? Why?”

“I love him, Piccolo.”

Goku’s breath hitched, but the Namek ignored him. He couldn’t believe his ears, “You love him?” An unbidden bark of laughter escaped his lips, “Are you fucking crazy? You’re only seventeen—

“Eighteen.”

“Whatever,” the Namek continued, “you’re young. And he,” he jabbed a finger at Goku, “is well over twice your age, with children—fuck—grandchildren of his own.”

The demi-Saiyan shook his head mutinously, “I don’t care! I thought you of all people would understand that age doesn’t matter. You and dad—

“Don’t you dare compare my relationship with your father to this travesty!” he snapped, infuriated with the insinuation.

“Well he is a lot older than you, Piccolo.” Goku piped, rather foolishly, from the floor.

Something was holding the Namek back. Trunks could see the green warrior’s muscles tense for an attack, but he suddenly froze. Grinding his teeth, he hissed out the next words, “I swear to the Gods, if you say another word I will tear your head clean from your shoulders, super Saiyan be damned, do you understand me?\"

Wisely Goku nodded, his eyes darting hesitantly to Trunks. Piccolo caught the glance and snarled something in a language neither Goku nor the teen understood. He then turned his attention back to the demi-Saiyan.

“Yes, Trunks, I am much younger than your father, you are right. However, I am a Namek. I first faced Goku and nearly killed him at the tender age of three.” He took a breath and forced his voice to calm, “I had all ready reached adolescence in that short time. We have the ability to mature a hell of a lot faster than a human or Saiyan. The same can’t be said for you.” Trunks looked away, knowing he had all ready lost this argument.

“Now,” he said, reason, cold and true, calming his raging emotions, “I need to ask you a question. And you must be honest with me.”

Relieved that the Namek’s voice had relaxed, the youth nodded.

“Good.” He sighed, pausing a moment to collect his thoughts. Crossing his arms he looked the boy dead in the eye, “Have you bonded with him?”

A scarlet flush ran up the boy’s face; he shook his head, “No” he answered in a small voice.

Thank the demons, Piccolo thought, feeling the weight of dread lift from him. “Have you had sex yet? From what I caught earlier, I’m under the impression that you have.”

If possible, Trunks turned a darker shade of red, and Goku made a choking sound from his position on the floor.

\"No…no, I said we hadn’t bonded.”

“Bonding, and fucking aren’t the same thing, kid.”

Trunks blanched at his bond father’s crude choice of words. Another noise came from Goku, as if he wanted desperately to say something.

The Namek ignored him. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’, then.”

“We…we were going to wait until I turned eighteen.”

“Oh,” Piccolo exclaimed, he looked at Goku smirking nastily, “nice to know you have some morals. At least now they can’t arrest you, huh?”

The Saiyan’s eyes hardened, he moved to get to his feet, when suddenly the Namek’s back went ram-rod straight, his head jerking slightly.

Trunks inhaled sharply in recognition. “It’s dad, isn’t it!? He’s talking to you now,” Goku shot him a confused look, “telepathically,” he added quickly.

The Namek’s gaze shifted slightly, affirming the statement. A look of pure terror crossed the youth’s handsome features, “Gods, Piccolo, please don’t tell him!”

The sheer panic on the demi-Saiyan’s face caused him to pause, “I can’t lie to him,” he stated plainly, his voice far-off as he was having two conversations at once.

“Please…” his voice began to shake, he grabbed the Namek’s arm imploringly, “Please, Piccolo, please, I’m begging you.” A few tears ran down his face. “You can’t tell him…you can’t.”

“Trunks, he has to know. What were you planning on doing? Hiding it from him the rest of your life?”

“No, of course not, but it’s too soon.”

“You’re right,” he nodded, his black eyes hardening, “because nothing is going to come of it.” He paused for a moment attempting to continue the conversation in his mind without interruption, then he looked pointedly at Goku. “This ends now.”

At last the Saiyan rose to his feet

“It’s too late for that,” he said quietly.

“What?” The Namek snapped.

He moved to the young man’s side and took his hand in his own. Piccolo growled in warning, but Goku continued to speak, “Trunks, was wrong earlier, though he doesn’t know it.” The youth regarded him in confusion, but the gentle squeeze to his hand was greatly re-assuring.

Piccolo raised a brow, looking on in abhorrence, though it was obvious he was still preoccupied, “Spit it out, Son.”

“Even though our union has not been consummated yet, we are bonded.”

“How?” Trunks gasped, abashed, “We…we haven’t done anything.”

“Trunks,” Goku said smiling warmly, “haven’t you noticed that your senses have gotten a lot sharper lately, especially when it comes to me?”

“Yes, but…”

The older man swept a stray lavender strand from his lover’s blue eyes, the Namek’s stomach turned at the sight. “You can sense, not only where I am, but how I’m feeling, if I’m okay or not.”

Realization came gradually upon the youth’s face, “Yes, yes I can.”

“As I feel you.” A feeling of warm affection flooded his senses, for a moment he was oblivious to everything in the world other than the young man next to him.

“But, why can’t I talk to you telepathically?” Trunks inquired, after trying to do just that.

“Because our bond is not like your father’s and Piccolo’s. Since we both have Saiyan blood, well, I guess it’s different.” A look of perplexity crossed his features for a moment before he continued, “Purely Saiyan bonds must not have telepathic capabilities. At least I don’t think they do,” he added as an afterthought.

“I see.” Trunks said in wondnt. nt.

The room was dead silent. The Namekian warrior was regarding the Saiyan with a mix of shock, fury, revulsion, and more than a little hatred. But he couldn’t deny what he had just witnessed. They were bonded, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Earlier he hadn’t thought it possible, bonds were supposed to be life-long. Chichi was dead, that should have been it for Goku, but he had to ask Trunks, just in case. The relief he felt before was destroyed utterly. Apparently he didn’t know as much about bonds as he once thought, and neither did Vegeta...Vegeta…the very thought of his reaction; he bit back the deranged laugh of hysteria that threatened to burst out of his throat. Gods, this couldn’t be happening. Trunks was so young. He suddenly felt ill.

“So,” he said breaking the silence, “you went ahead and did it, you bastard.”

A pained look crossed the older man’s face, “I couldn’t help it. Piccolo, it just happened. I understand that you’re upset, but I do love Trunks.”

“Shut-up, Goku,” his voice was soft, “I don’t think I can stomach looking at you right now, let alone listen to the sound of your voice.”

He turned towards the demi-Saiyan, “Is this what you want, Trunks? Is this what you really want?”

The boy nodded his head, “Yes, it is.”

All of the anger seemed to flee from the Namek in a rush. He closed his eyes, crestfallen. When he opened them, he regarded the young man despondently. He took the teen by the shoulders and looked directly into his cerulean eyes. “I just lied to your father.” Bitterness seeped into his voice, “That is something I have never done before. And it is already tearing me apart. But I did it for you, Trunks. If your father found out about this now….” He shook his head not wanting to imagine the reaction.

“Thank you, Piccolo.” Trunks managed, emotions stifling his voice.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said, his voice grave, “I’m giving you one week. You two have made your bed, now you must lie in it. The only reason I lied to Vegeta is so that you would have an opportunity to tell him yourself. This should come from you, not me.”

A look of horror gave way to one of resignation and Trunks nodded. Piccolo returned the nod, glad he didn’t have to argue further. “I don’t approve of this bond, or your choice of mate, and in no way do I support it. But what’s done is done. I suggest you tell both of your parents at the same time and keoku oku as far away from them as possible.”

There were tears in Trunk’s eyes, but he nodded solemnly.

“Piccolo…”

The Namek physically tensed at the sound of the Saiyan’s voice. Slowly he looked over his shoulder at the man he had fought so many battles with. “Goku,” he said coldly, his words falling from his mouth like ice, “I want you to know that every lshreshred of respect I had for you just flew out the window. The very sight of you sickens me.” His chiseled features looked as if they were carved from granite, “I don’t know if you love him or not, but by the abyss you should, Goku, because he’s the only reason you’re alive right now.”

Abruptly, the Namek turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving the occupants shaking slightly in his wake.


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Now there is one pissed off Namek! *runs and hides* hee hee


I love this chapter...no really, I do *snuggles chapter*
It was a blast to write, working with an angry Piccolo and Goten came pretty easily. I must do this more often. *considers other possible plot twists*