Savior

This is 4 chapters in one...


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Soft hands held and caressed his body in places he never thought would ever be touched again. Not so much because of his lack of beauty, but the lack of trust he could give to another being. Fear would always supersede any ideas for romance and pleasure making his love life nonexistent. Yet here he was, on his stomach with strong hands massaging out the knots that seemed to encompass the entirety of his back.


“Mmm…” The young man lazily moaned into the sheets in appreciation for the attention being paid to his flesh.


Goku merely grinned at his new found lover before leaning down to trail his tongue behind the lavender haired warriors ear.


***


Trunks awoke on his stomach with a sharp inhale. ‘Now I’m dreaming about Goku?’ He thought as he berated himself for dreaming of another man. A married man. But the erection that poked him in the thigh made his latter thought dissipate.


Taking a quick peek to see if the door to his room was closed, he flipped over to his back and took hold of his aching member. He started with slow gentle strokes which eased him into the sheets. Careful to watch the volume of his breathing (and beating…XD), he quickened his pace. Biting down on his finger, Mirai tried not to think, just to feel.


But the dark haired Sayjin crept into his mind again. This time his hand was replaced with the bobbing head of the grinning warrior. Letting his imagination get the best of him, Mirai threw his head back and released himself over his hand and abs. Taking a few last strokes, Trunks reached for a random shirt that would be the victim of his midnight activities and cleaned himself before rolling over and going back to bed.


***


Cold blue eyes stood on the balcony and watched the display with great interest. His toy was certainly full of surprises. And boy did the Android get some new ideas in the many years it took to replicate the time machine.


***


::Blue Ki:: Short I know…Gomen


‘I found him. I finally found my pet.’ 17 thought with a large grin spreading across his face. He’d been hovering in the window watching the lavender haired man long after the night’s exhibition. ‘Now what to do?’ He questioned. Of course he could break in and overpower the youth. But the android had already done that.


No. A willing partner is something he had never had and the thought exhilarated him. Sure the idea came from his sister after the discovery of her counterpart. That Stupid weakling actually married and conceived with the human Krillin. She’d been working on a way to royally fuck with the ‘happy couple’ which left 17 to his own devices.


Turning to leave, the malicious android gave one last look at the sleeping form before heading off into the sky to the charred remains of Dr. Gero’s lab.


***


“Goten!” Trunks screamed. “Where are you!! I swear I am going to murder you for this!” The young Demi finished stomping through the halls of Capsule Corp absolutely livid.


Hearing some very foreign words come spewing out of his oldest child, Vegeta followed the obscenities to where Trunks had ended up. And what a sight it was. Trunks’ hair looked like it’d been through a food processor. Long locks next to short spots and burned ends adorned the fuming demi-Sayjin.


“Boy.” Vegeta Grumbled out to catch the young boys attention. Trunks turned on his heel to stare into the face of his father. Eyes brimmed with tears and cheeks red with anger made the prince choose his next words carefully. His son took pride in his appearance and looked as though he may actually do damage to the Sayjin no Ouji.


Luckily for Vegeta, Trunks decided to make the first move in the conversation.


“Look what Goten did!” Trunks screamed pointing to the top of his head. “He got mad at me yesterday cause I wouldn’t let him borrow my game and LOOK! That stupid son of a third class asshole Fucked Up My Head!”


The choice of insults would have made the prince smile if it wasn’t for the reasoning behind the context. “How do you know it was Goten?” He asked trying to get his story straight before raising hell at the Son house.


“Who else Otousan?” Trunks choked. “It was burned off in most places like a Chi blast.”


Trunks was right. He’d seen enough people burned and killed by blasts to know what any part of the body may look like. But it still made little sense that the docile child of the idiot would go this far out of anger. Vegeta knelt down to his sons level and assessed the damage. The boy’s hair would have to be cut pretty short. The bangs may be salvaged, but the back would have to be trimmed to a little less than a half an inch.


“We’ll have your mother fix you up before we go disembowel the Bakas.” Vegeta joked watching his son smile slightly at the musing.


***


Bulma was less than pleased to say the least. And after fixing the monstrosity that was her son’s head, she let loose on the phone to her dear old friend. Not too long after hanging up did Goku, Chichi and Goten appear in the kitchen of the briefs humble home.


“Why’d you do it you jerk?!” Trunks screamed at the confused demi.


“I Didn’t do anything Trunks.” Goten said trying to reason with his angry friend.


“Goten please don’t lie.” Chichi said losing her patience with the young teen. “Who else would do this to Trunks? Just say you’re sorry and take responsibility for your actions.”


“Spoken like a true over protective mother.” Bulma chimed in digging the dagger in.


“What did you say?” Chichi asked raising her voice.


“Hey guys,” Goku tried to interject but was instantly muted by the onslaught of insults that came barraging between the two middle aged ladies. Giving up on sanity, Goku turned to his youngest and asked very plainly, “Goten, are you sure that you had nothing to do with Trunks’ hair?”


Goten huffed and crossed his arms. “I said I didn’t. So why does everyone think I’m lying?!”


“Because you had the cause, and reason brat.” Vegeta stated clearly.


“That doesn’t mean he did it Vegeta.” Goku said defending his son.


“Well until we figure out who did,” Bulma said ending all arguments with the mighty will of the Briefs family. “I don’t want to see Any of you around here.” She finished pointing her finger angrily at the door. Goku bowed slightly collecting his family before disappearing. Obviously thinking that a little time to cool down was needed before figuring out why his son would lash out and then lie like that.


“The nerve of those people!” Bulma huffed fishing for a cigarette from her lab coat pocket.


“What’s with all the yelling?” Mirai questioned before laying his eyes upon his younger self and the ‘new’ haircut. And after the angry abridged version of the incident, the time traveler decided it would be best to stay the hell away from the wicked witch of PMS.

Retreating to the comfort of the living room he sat next to his father. Vegeta, sitting usual Vegeta style, had ducked out during the recap and was content to sit by himself in contemplation.


It wasn’t like Goten to do something like that. The reaction out of the younger Demi was completely justified for someone who was innocent, or a really good liar. No offense to the little brat, but his poker face was nonexistent to say the least.


“You think Goten is going through some teenaged rebellion?” Mirai queried trying to pry Vegeta from his musings.


“Who knows?” Vegeta answered not wanting to think about it anymore. Humans were hard to understand as is. So trying to figure out how a half Sayjin raised by a harpy would react when hormones kicked in was its own can of worms. “You didn’t see anything did you?” Vegeta asked realizing Mirai was just down the hall from his counterpart.


“No.” MIrai answered. “I didn’t sense Goten around anywhere, but I crashed after chugging some NightQuil.” He finished giving the frowning Sayjin a slight smile.


“You shouldn’t do that.” Vegeta scolded half heartedly.


“What?” The time traveler questioned half jokingly. “I’ve had a cold.”


“Right.” Vegeta answered rolling his eyes. “I’ll deal with you after the other you…Kami that’s confusing.”


The two shared a small chuckle before returning to their own worlds again not to noticed the amused look that crossed a certain malicious robot.


**
Sorry again for the late update. I’ll put a fire under my ass next time I reach...well to long if you ask me.


The blue haired mother donned her nightgown and rested herself next to the dozing prince of all Sayjins. Bulmas head was still swimming with thoughts of the day and it was driving her nutty. Goten never lied. Even when he was a child and getting into trouble with her youngest, Trunks was always the one to try and sell the false story, not Goten.


“Stop thinking so much about it.” Vegeta stated trying to coerce his stubborn wife to stop tossing and turning.


“That’s easy for you to say Vegeta. As long as it doesn’t affect you, you really don’t care what happens to anyone else.” She stabbed.


“Excuse me?” Vegeta sat up questioning.


“Oh please Vegeta. Don’t you go playing the good guy all of a sudden. You couldn’t care less that your son is absolutely miserable.”


“It’s just hair.”


“Not to him it’s not.” Bulma quipped. “He’s in high school. How do you think the other kids are going to treat him?”


“It’s just Hair.” Vegeta answered again. “I suppose he gets the unnatural attachment to the mass of fur from your side of the family. You sit at the dresser and spend countless hours to try and look science fiction young with a New Do and this is what it causes, a narcissistic child who can’t deal with a temporary physical problem.”


The furious face of the insulted scientist next to him ensured there were many nights to be had sleeping on the couch this week. Taking his leave, Vegeta started heading for the door with profanities, threats and general angriness thrown at him on his way out.


With arms crossed, he walked down the hall in deep contemplation. Bulma had never flipped her lid like that about something so stupid. Perhaps he was missing some key element in this whole fiasco. Or perhaps everyone is just vane and shallow.


“Rough night?”


“Hmm…?” The older Sayjin asked looking up from his musings.


“Mom sounded pissed about something.” Mirai stated from his doorway.


“Brilliant deduction Watson, please tell me more.” Vegeta half joked in his eldest time traveling son’s direction. “What are you still doing up?” He asked trying to divert the conversation away from his eventual rest on the living room couch.


“I thought I saw something outside on the balcony.” He answered looking back over to the sliding glass doors across his room. “So I was really freaked out when I saw it move and couldn’t sense it.”


Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the boy and stared with a stone mask.


“What?”


“Haven’t you been drinking that green shit every night for weeks to get to sleep?”


Mirai averted his eyes in refusal to answer.


“You don’t think that maybe it isn’t good for you and the side effects are starting to show?” Vegeta asked less out of concern and more towards trying to jab a spike of pride in the younger man. Mirai had been getting much better since he was brought back but was still a little too complacent when it came to his health. Like the smoking habit that he tried to hide. But that bridge was for another day. Today it was liquid cold medicine abuse.


“You’re probably right.” He submitted. “But how am I supposed to sleep otherwise.”


Loosing his patience, Vegeta scoffed, “Just close your damn eyes and stop being weak.” ‘Ok that was a little harsh.’ Vegeta thought after his words slapped the lavender haired traveler in the face.


“I’m not as callous as you Dad.” He shot back. “I can’t just pretend my past never happened and turn into an emotionally deficient being who can judge others so easily. You know what? Fine.” Mirai said retreating back into his room with a hand on his door. “I will stop being weak and never ask people for advice again. Especially when what I get is SOooo helpful.” He finished with a close of the door.


Vegeta stood there for a moment debating whether he should blast the door down and beat the snot out of the impudent boy, but decided against it seeing as he instigated the behavior in the first place. ‘Off to the couch then’ The prince thought annoyed by how years on the mud ball had changed his personality so much. Perhaps for the better, but right now it didn’t seem that way.


Mirai stared at the door and waited for his father to barge through or leave. When, to his surprise, Vegeta headed down the hall to the stairs, Trunks turned around and planted himself on the bed facing the glass doors. He knew he saw something. However, his father’s words were still echoing throughout him. Perhaps he was feeling the aftereffects of the medication and with a tired mind created a shadow outside. Either way, he was far too tired to care at the moment and resigned himself to try and pass out before the silence began to tear into him like it has always done.


***


Sliding the door to his pet’s room open, an evil thing slithered its way through the dark to the slumbering form on the bed. Hovering over his lost toy, 17 reached down to stroke a few stray lavender hairs away from its face. The time to act was almost at hand. Soon it would be just the two of them, and this time around was going to be the most fun he had ever had because of a little device he and his sister cooked up. A tiny device which will prove it weight in gold.