A Trip to the Future
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,166
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Decisions, decisions
::Authors Note::
So it took me a whole week to update. You know I love you. Thanks to all who reviewed. I love to read your opinions on my story.
::Vegeta:: She just likes the ego stroke.
::BlueKi:: Quiet you.
**
Goku appeared in his kitchen behind a screeching Hellion clothes in hand and soaked from head to toe.
“For Kamis sake Goku,” Chichi hollered. “You need to stop doing that. And why are you naked?” She asked going back to her vegetables.
Goku looked down at his naked form and tried to think of the best lie he could. This is Goku mind you so the poor gerbil was put into overdrive.
“Did you catch any fish?” Chichi asked.
Goku looked up half confused and the light bulb finally turned on. “No I didn’t.” He answered smiling. Of course Chichi would think he was fishing. Why not?
“Well go shower and get dressed. Dinner will be done in about ten minutes.” Chichi waved him off, knife in hand. To a normal person this action would be very disconcerting, but Goku knew Chichi better than that. Frying pans are her weapon of choice.
Goku walked into their master bathroom and dropped his clothes in the basket next to the door. It seemed rather silly be taking another shower but he didn’t want Chichi to get suspicious. After a brief shower, he dressed and made his way back to the kitchen.
Goku stopped dead in his tracks the moment he set eyes on none other than the price of Sayjins himself. If looks could kill, Vegeta was a .45 point blank to Goku’s head.
“Hello Kakarot.” Vegeta grinned. The sight of his arch rival cowering in the doorway was enough to put a smile on even is face. “You look ill, perhaps you should sit down.” Vegeta toyed.
Goku’s approached the table on shaky legs and sat down not daring to look at his wife. ‘Vegeta must have told her everything. There is no other reason for him being here.’ Goku thought with the worst sense of dread in the pit of his stomach.
“Goku?” Chichi asked sweetly causing Goku to jump. “You must not be feeling well. I just asked if you wanted some soup. You must have caught a cold fishing.” Chichi finished leaning over the table to put her hand over her husbands’ forehead.
“Fishing eh?” Vegeta asked. Again Goku paled. “Is that why you haven’t been sparring with me? To busy. Fishing.” Vegeta asked with an irritated look. Well not really asked.
Dinner was the most horrible thing Goku had ever had to go through. Vegeta was playing around with him the entire time. He could have just told Chichi in the first place instead of putting him through this eternal torture. Finally dinner ended.
“That food was a hell of a lot better than what the woman makes.” Vegeta stated making his way to the door.
Figuring this was about as good of a compliment that she would ever get out of Vegeta Chichi smiled and thanked him for coming over. Vegeta wanted to speak to Goku about something so she offered him to stay for dinner. Never in a million years did she expect him to stay. And the real mind trip was that he was actually having a good time. Chichi removed the dishes from the table leaving Goku and Vegeta standing by the door to the small house.
Vegeta made his way out the door lifting his hand to Goku, signaling him to follow. Goku reluctantly walked out into the cold and closed the door behind him. He was sure he didn’t want his wife to hear what was surely going to erupt into a heated conversation.
However the conversation never left a whisper. Vegeta turned and stared Goku in the eyes, starting in a deadly tone “If you ever go near the boy alone again, I will make sure that your pathetic human friends will never speak to you again. Furthermore, I will make damn sure that you will not have a precious family to run to for comfort when you are completely alienated by all of your dear friends. Have I made myself perfectly clear Kakarot?”
Goku nodded dumbly and watched Vegeta take off into the sky. Turning around Goku tried to grab the door handle with a shaking hand. He just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. His emotions were taken for a loop today and he wanted nothing more than to let his body shut down.
**
“How do you know what happened with Goku and Vegeta? I thought you weren’t allowed to see him?” Goku asked curiously.
“Chichi and Goku stopped by the other day to visit Okaasan.” Mirai said. “He really risked a bit by talking to me, but I think Otousan was more proud of himself to really care if Goku was breaking my heart or not.”
**
The next morning was hell in a hand basket to say the least. Mirai couldn’t find a sensu bean so he was forced to spar with two fractured ribs and a broken arm. But of course Vegeta didn’t go any easier on him. Hell, he aimed there for leverage. This was the greatest punishment he could get away with. Beating the shit out of the boy everyday and saying it was training. Not that Bulma cared to much either way, but broken bones did need an explanation.
Trunks was never healthy enough to defend himself properly. Sure he was physically stronger than Vegeta, but Vegeta kept him in enough pain to retain the advantage. After a few weeks of this kind of ‘training’ Trunks was begging for any kind of pain killer to keep his mind off the agony that was searing its way through his body.
After a while he grew an immunity to Percesetts, than vicodine wouldn’t work. His doctor refused to give him a stronger pain medication figuring Trunks was hurting himself to feed an addiction. Funny that it was the doctors’ idea that started the true addiction. So one particularly bad day (bad as in puking blood), Mirai passed by the stereotypical dark alley.
You can find anything you want, if you know where to look and have the cash to pay. Trunks found himself in an entirely different world that day with endless halls of smoke and laughter mixed with screams and begging of those less well off than say a certain lavender haired youth. Now finding the right drug wasn’t difficult when he explained his symptoms to the great and almighty dealer.
It never ceased to amaze Trunks of how much power that particular person held over his customers. A simple ‘no’ could send a strung out heroine addict into a fit of desperation making that particular individual bend to the dealers every will. But that was held in reserve for special occasions, or when the dealer was ready to fuck a lamp post.
Anyway, heroine my friends, was Mirai’s drug of choice. Sure cocaine was cool, but he could never get over the aspirin taste or the drip down the back of his throat. Pot was just stupid. Smelling horrible, wanting to clean out a pizza parlor and looking retarded wasn’t quite what he was looking for. But Heroine, there was something he could get attached to.
His first hit was euphoric. It was everything the Demi was looking for. Comfort in a syringe without the issue of money. It’s good to be the son of a billionaire. Suddenly training wasn’t a problem anymore. Vegeta could beat him unconscious and his dear old friend would be there when he came to. Sure if he ever quit, withdrawal would probably put him in the nuthouse. But hey, quitters never win. Or something like that.
**
“And that brings me to here and now. Pathetic isn’t it?” Trunks finished waiting for the inevitable. He didn’t dare look at the faces of his soon to be former friends. He was sure the same expression would be there. Instead the sound of a chair sliding back got his attention.
Goku stood up from his seat and walked calmly towards the door leaving a confused Sayjin and mortified Demi in his wake. Before Vegeta could utter a word to his embarrassed son, a loud boom, followed by screaming erupted across the house.
**
::Authors Note::
Aww…did you think daddy dear was going to flip?
So it took me a whole week to update. You know I love you. Thanks to all who reviewed. I love to read your opinions on my story.
::Vegeta:: She just likes the ego stroke.
::BlueKi:: Quiet you.
**
Goku appeared in his kitchen behind a screeching Hellion clothes in hand and soaked from head to toe.
“For Kamis sake Goku,” Chichi hollered. “You need to stop doing that. And why are you naked?” She asked going back to her vegetables.
Goku looked down at his naked form and tried to think of the best lie he could. This is Goku mind you so the poor gerbil was put into overdrive.
“Did you catch any fish?” Chichi asked.
Goku looked up half confused and the light bulb finally turned on. “No I didn’t.” He answered smiling. Of course Chichi would think he was fishing. Why not?
“Well go shower and get dressed. Dinner will be done in about ten minutes.” Chichi waved him off, knife in hand. To a normal person this action would be very disconcerting, but Goku knew Chichi better than that. Frying pans are her weapon of choice.
Goku walked into their master bathroom and dropped his clothes in the basket next to the door. It seemed rather silly be taking another shower but he didn’t want Chichi to get suspicious. After a brief shower, he dressed and made his way back to the kitchen.
Goku stopped dead in his tracks the moment he set eyes on none other than the price of Sayjins himself. If looks could kill, Vegeta was a .45 point blank to Goku’s head.
“Hello Kakarot.” Vegeta grinned. The sight of his arch rival cowering in the doorway was enough to put a smile on even is face. “You look ill, perhaps you should sit down.” Vegeta toyed.
Goku’s approached the table on shaky legs and sat down not daring to look at his wife. ‘Vegeta must have told her everything. There is no other reason for him being here.’ Goku thought with the worst sense of dread in the pit of his stomach.
“Goku?” Chichi asked sweetly causing Goku to jump. “You must not be feeling well. I just asked if you wanted some soup. You must have caught a cold fishing.” Chichi finished leaning over the table to put her hand over her husbands’ forehead.
“Fishing eh?” Vegeta asked. Again Goku paled. “Is that why you haven’t been sparring with me? To busy. Fishing.” Vegeta asked with an irritated look. Well not really asked.
Dinner was the most horrible thing Goku had ever had to go through. Vegeta was playing around with him the entire time. He could have just told Chichi in the first place instead of putting him through this eternal torture. Finally dinner ended.
“That food was a hell of a lot better than what the woman makes.” Vegeta stated making his way to the door.
Figuring this was about as good of a compliment that she would ever get out of Vegeta Chichi smiled and thanked him for coming over. Vegeta wanted to speak to Goku about something so she offered him to stay for dinner. Never in a million years did she expect him to stay. And the real mind trip was that he was actually having a good time. Chichi removed the dishes from the table leaving Goku and Vegeta standing by the door to the small house.
Vegeta made his way out the door lifting his hand to Goku, signaling him to follow. Goku reluctantly walked out into the cold and closed the door behind him. He was sure he didn’t want his wife to hear what was surely going to erupt into a heated conversation.
However the conversation never left a whisper. Vegeta turned and stared Goku in the eyes, starting in a deadly tone “If you ever go near the boy alone again, I will make sure that your pathetic human friends will never speak to you again. Furthermore, I will make damn sure that you will not have a precious family to run to for comfort when you are completely alienated by all of your dear friends. Have I made myself perfectly clear Kakarot?”
Goku nodded dumbly and watched Vegeta take off into the sky. Turning around Goku tried to grab the door handle with a shaking hand. He just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. His emotions were taken for a loop today and he wanted nothing more than to let his body shut down.
**
“How do you know what happened with Goku and Vegeta? I thought you weren’t allowed to see him?” Goku asked curiously.
“Chichi and Goku stopped by the other day to visit Okaasan.” Mirai said. “He really risked a bit by talking to me, but I think Otousan was more proud of himself to really care if Goku was breaking my heart or not.”
**
The next morning was hell in a hand basket to say the least. Mirai couldn’t find a sensu bean so he was forced to spar with two fractured ribs and a broken arm. But of course Vegeta didn’t go any easier on him. Hell, he aimed there for leverage. This was the greatest punishment he could get away with. Beating the shit out of the boy everyday and saying it was training. Not that Bulma cared to much either way, but broken bones did need an explanation.
Trunks was never healthy enough to defend himself properly. Sure he was physically stronger than Vegeta, but Vegeta kept him in enough pain to retain the advantage. After a few weeks of this kind of ‘training’ Trunks was begging for any kind of pain killer to keep his mind off the agony that was searing its way through his body.
After a while he grew an immunity to Percesetts, than vicodine wouldn’t work. His doctor refused to give him a stronger pain medication figuring Trunks was hurting himself to feed an addiction. Funny that it was the doctors’ idea that started the true addiction. So one particularly bad day (bad as in puking blood), Mirai passed by the stereotypical dark alley.
You can find anything you want, if you know where to look and have the cash to pay. Trunks found himself in an entirely different world that day with endless halls of smoke and laughter mixed with screams and begging of those less well off than say a certain lavender haired youth. Now finding the right drug wasn’t difficult when he explained his symptoms to the great and almighty dealer.
It never ceased to amaze Trunks of how much power that particular person held over his customers. A simple ‘no’ could send a strung out heroine addict into a fit of desperation making that particular individual bend to the dealers every will. But that was held in reserve for special occasions, or when the dealer was ready to fuck a lamp post.
Anyway, heroine my friends, was Mirai’s drug of choice. Sure cocaine was cool, but he could never get over the aspirin taste or the drip down the back of his throat. Pot was just stupid. Smelling horrible, wanting to clean out a pizza parlor and looking retarded wasn’t quite what he was looking for. But Heroine, there was something he could get attached to.
His first hit was euphoric. It was everything the Demi was looking for. Comfort in a syringe without the issue of money. It’s good to be the son of a billionaire. Suddenly training wasn’t a problem anymore. Vegeta could beat him unconscious and his dear old friend would be there when he came to. Sure if he ever quit, withdrawal would probably put him in the nuthouse. But hey, quitters never win. Or something like that.
**
“And that brings me to here and now. Pathetic isn’t it?” Trunks finished waiting for the inevitable. He didn’t dare look at the faces of his soon to be former friends. He was sure the same expression would be there. Instead the sound of a chair sliding back got his attention.
Goku stood up from his seat and walked calmly towards the door leaving a confused Sayjin and mortified Demi in his wake. Before Vegeta could utter a word to his embarrassed son, a loud boom, followed by screaming erupted across the house.
**
::Authors Note::
Aww…did you think daddy dear was going to flip?