Worlds Apart
Return
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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
Canyon,
title="FUNimation Entertainment">FUNimation Entertainment, 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
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.
and
to those who have read and didn’t review thanks for reading thus far. I hope
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Beta-reader by Mitts: Thank you so much for taking on yet another
project with me! You’re the best! Any mistakes made after Mitts has done her
job are all mine.
Chapter
9: Return
Went
another dish into the sink and another plate broke upon impact.
Videl was mad, mad at her so-called friend. “Stupid,
twenty-five year old mother muttered to herself as she picked-up the shattered
pieces of ceramic.
She
looked down momentarily. Pan, her daughter, pulled on her pants legs wanting
some attention. After leaving Capsule Corp. Videl
flew straight over to her mother-in-law’s to retrieve her child. She didn’t see
Gohan there, so he must be at the office, but when Videl
called she was told by his secretary that he was in court and would not be
available until later.
It
was already a half past six and Gohan has not come home.
Grabbing
the receiver of the phone off the base, Videl called
her dad; maybe he would be willing to watch Pan for the night.
With
that as plan, Videl went around the house cleaning
and packing an overnight bag for Pan.
The
doorbell rang interrupting the laughter from deep within the kitchen.
“I’ll
get it. You guys continue on,” Bulma said as she
wiped the water from her eyes. Goku and Vegeta were in town for the summer. Apparently,
Hogwarts was out of session for a few months until September. She learned that
Professor Snape and Remus had triplets and that Harry had gotten married to a
guy named Draco Malfoy—a rich kid in
Opening
the door, Bulma couldn’t recognize the person on her
front steps as his face was in shadow. The heiress knew that it was a guy by
the height and built and he seemed to holding something.
“May
I help you?”
“Yeah,
mom, you could open the door a bit wider for me.”
“Trunks! You’re back,” Bulma squealed
ushering her future son inside. Her shout brought everyone out of the kitchen.
“Uh,
he’s a long story but let me get him settled and I’ll come back down and talk
with you,” Trunks said walking directly upstairs to his old room.
Not
saying a word, Vegeta followed up behind his son. He walked into the room
closing the door softly. He knew what a pain it would be to get a small child
back to sleep and he didn’t want Trunks distracted.
For
long tense minutes the Saiyan ouji said nothing just
lean against the wall with his muscular arms crossed over his compact chest.
“Vegeta,”
Trunks finally called to his father. The man in question remained silent. “You
were right.”
“About?”
“About me and Gohan. About the bond, about
everything.”
“I’m
not going to be the one to say, ‘I told you so’, but you needed to figure that
out on your own. And I’m guessing that’s Gohan’s
brat?”
“Hai.”
“Foolish boy! You could have killed the child with your selfish
actions,” Vegeta nearly shouted.
“I
didn’t realize… I had no idea that I was pregnant when I left here,” Trunks
admitted, sitting down on the bed next to his son. He gazed down at the little boy
carefully moving long dark hair out of his face. “If I had known that I was
carrying Chibi, I would never had left and completed
the bond with Gohan.”
“Chibi, huh?”
over to get a better view of his grandson.
Trunks
chuckled, turning to look up at his father. “Hai, I
named him, Gohan.”
Vegeta
stared for a few minutes more. “He’s like you.”
“I
know.”
“What’s on your mind, brat?”
manner.
“I…
listen, Vegeta, Chibi is all that I have of Gohan
right now and if things doesn’t work out between us, promise that you and
The
prince of Saiyans grabbed his older son. “You went four fuckin’
years with an incomplete bond and it’s slowly killing you and Gohan. I will not
allow you or Kakarott’s brat to die so easily. You face whatever demons you got
in your head and complete the fucking bond. Do not mess around with this
especially now that you’re closer. After tonight, you and Gohan will start to
feel each other,” Vegeta explained.
“Dad-”
“If
you die, Gohan dies; it’s as simple as that. Besides, I’m in no mood to raise
some else’s brat,” Vegeta stated as a matter of fact.
“Oh,
that reminds me, what did you have?”
For
the first time, Trunks saw his father’s face filled with sadness.
“Vegeta?”
“I
lost that baby shortly after you left.”
The
Saiyan no ouji was the strongest person that Trunks
knew besides Goku of course but right now, Vegeta looked defeated.
“I’m
sorry.”
“Don’t
be. It’s my own damn fault for not listening to the woman. Bulma
warned me to take it easy but you know that saying: A hard head makes a soft
ass. At any rate, I did get pregnant again and gave birth to a
met your sister in the morning. Get some sleep and
welcome back.”
“Thanks,
Vegeta.”
A/N:
Well, how is that? Vegeta and Goku are back for summer break. I wonder how
is going to be happy to see him? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned for the next
chapter.
Nemesis