Undead

::Sorry for the ‘really late’ update.  I hate excuses, but let’s just say it was a hell of a few months.  Enjoy the chapter:: 

It had been a week of interrogation since Mirai had returned to the past.  Vegeta had watched him every night while he slept and Goku kept him close while Bulma ran assorted tests.  Mirai was starting to get annoyed with the constant surveillance, but decided that any outcry against it would not go over well.  So he smiled and nodded at their overprotective stares and judging eyes.  It was better than the alternative future he had fled to warn them about.

Sustenance on the other hand was becoming a problem.  Mirai hadn’t had a problem with meat products as an alternative to human flesh, until recently.  His body was rejecting it.  And his hunger was growing.  Bulma was making great strides to assist him in finding an antidote to this disease…but the serum to help him adapt to human food was a tougher challenge by far.  Not to mention becoming increasingly more ill after each meal was beginning to show ill effects on the weary travelers face.  Mirai was essentially starving…and his Sayjin hunger was craving…craving for the undead hunger of blood and flesh.

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Goten and Trunks were sneaking around the back yard of Capsule Corp.  Darting behind bushes and hedges to keep from sight, the dynamic couple were determined to see what Vegeta, Goku, Gohan and Bulma were keeping from them and everyone else.  Not to mention why Goten could sense two of his Trunks’ .  That was just weird…

The two Demi’s snuck in through the back door into the kitchen.  Looking around carefully, they made their way down the hall towards the lab.

“That won’t work Gohan” Bulma’s voice could be heard from the room ahead.

“Not indefinatly,” Gohan paused. “At least he won’t starve before we can find a true cure…or a stable serum.”

The two sneaky Sayjins looked at each other oddly trying to piece together what the conversation could possibly be about before they nearly jumped out of their skins.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?!” Vegeta Boomed behind them with a look of ‘you’re in deep shit now’.

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The two had been sent to two separate rooms and forbidden to come out unless they had an escort from one of their fathers.  That was their punishment for breaking their promise to stay away from Capsule Corp.

Trunks had accepted his father’s look of death as a promise if he argued with his punishment and sat in his room contemplating his love for living and why he was not going to leave this room.

Goten on the other hand, hadn’t grown up with a man that could snap at any moment and throw you through a window if you stepped out of line.  So his thoughts were of how he could sneak off to Trunks’s prison and enjoy the ‘time-out’ the two had been placed in.

Opening the door to his room, Goten peered out into the dark hallway and spread his senses.  The adults were downstairs and his Trunks was only a few doors down.  Smiling to himself, he tiptoed out of the room and into the room of his sleeping lover.  Closing the door quietly behind him, the Demi glided across the room to where his lavender prince lay sleeping. 

Crawling across the bed, Goten kissed the exposed skin of Trunks’ neck and began to grind against the Demi under him.  He felt hands slide up his back and under his shirt letting the dark haired Sayjin know that Trunks was waking up.  Goten began to whimper when he felt teeth against the sensitive skin of his neck, and breath hitched those teeth broke skin.  Goten’s thoughts began to blur, first from lust…then from the lack of oxygen to his brain.  The last thing he heard was a scream from the door before his world went black.