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I thought you’d be out of my mind and I’d finally found a way to learn to live without you I thought it was just a matter of time till I had a hundred reasons Not to think about you, but it’s just not so After all this time I still can’t let go

I’ve still got your face painted on my heart
Drawn upon my soul Etched upon my memory, baby
And I’ve got your kiss still burning on my lips
Your touch on my fingertips This love so deep inside of me, baby


I’ve tried everything that I can to get my heart to forget you
But it just can’t seem to, guess it’s just no use
In every part of me there’s still a part of you
Something in your eyes keeps haunting me, and I try to escape you and I know there’s just no way to
No way to chase you from my mind (Song is not mine comes from the movie “Gone in 60 seconds)

It had taken him awhile but 17 finally got himself awake and out of the GR, and was now wandering around the grounds. When he noticed that Baba was still around and decided to approach her.

“So if you can see everything from wherever it is you come from why are you here anyway? Are you meddling with people’s lives or something?”

Baba thought about that. “I am looking after an investment.” She answered.

“Investment? The type that has a high monetary return if I know you.”

“Is there any other kind?” Baba asked. “However there are a few issues to work iron out first.”

“Issues? The type that would possibly lesson the value of your investment I take it.”

“Yes they would.” Baba answered.

“I would also guess that it all has something to do with Gohan Son’s new… situation?”

“If you mean the fact he is fused with the alternate version of himself and they have a few… problems to work out yes.”

“What kind of problems?”

“No idea, other then they will be distractions and lessen the value so they need to be conquered sooner than later.”

“Want some help?”

“And what can you offer?”

“Fun, shiny gadgets from Bulma’s lab, and two inquisitive youngsters.” Was the reply.

“Yes, this will do. This will do.” Said Baba to herself more than anything else. “Come there is much to do and less time to do it in.” 17 followed her.

************************************************************* Gohan opened his eyes it was now afternoon, and Tora was snuggled up against him like a comforted child. It was rather cute. But he had something he needed to do. Careful not to disturb his companion, he did a sweep over the house with his ki. Everything seemed to be in order… except… Gohan carefully detangled himself from Tora and investigated.

“BAKA BRAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Vegeta exploded when Gohan appeared out of nowhere seeming everything like an avenging guardian angel on a mission.

“Vegeta! Don’t DO that!” Said Gohan in a harsh whisper seeming a bit on edge himself “and quiet down you’ll wake someone up!” About an hour ago, after a full sparing match everyone decided to take a time out. Right now quite a few of them seemed to be a sleep or at least laying down and reading or listening to music.

Vegeta looked at him like he still thought he was crazy. “Don’t do what exactly?” Gohan gave him a glare that stated Vegeta knew very well what he had done. Vegeta shook his head. “You could sense that?” He asked.

Gohan nodded. “Very well.” Said Vegeta and brought his ki back to regular level. Gohan nodded and continued his ki sweep. He then sensed what he had been oblivious to earlier. “Cubs.” He muttered to himself. “Cubs must be protected.” He made a quick check in on Bra and Marron who were playing games outside, they seemed to be alright and there were other adults near if anything happened so he returned to Tora, who immediately curled back up against him.

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(Elsewhere in the house.)

“Okay, now what exactly did you poison us with?” Asked Yamcha.

“I didn’t “poison” anyone with anything.” Answered Bulma.

“Speak for yourself Onna.” Muttered Vegeta. “Some of your culinary skills leave much to be desired.”

“Vegeta!”

“Anyway what was in these beverages you speak of Onna?”

“First of all it was the two non-alcoholic 6-packs in the refrigerator did any of you drink them?”

“No.”

“Then you have less to worry about.”

“What does it do?” Asked Krillin.

“It was an experimental powder; it is used to lessen your inhabitations.” Bulma answered. Yamcha, Vegeta and Krillin looked at her somewhat blankly.

“I think you need to explain a little further than that, Bulma.” Said 18.

“Put it this way. Ever try to make a decision and all the little second thoughts and doubts make you second guess your decision?” Bulma tried.

Four heads nodded. “This helps block those out so all you see are the choices, the facts and what you want to do, fear isn’t in the equation.”

“So I guess if you have a crush on anyone and you drank that stuff you are going to tell them?” Asked Yamcha.

“Maybe.” Said Bulma “If you read signs that they would be receptive to what you had to say or your actions towards them probably. You may kiss them or something.”

Goten froze in the hall. He wasn’t intending to eavesdrop, but somehow he got the feeling something important was being said. And when Bulma had said 6-packs he remembered Trunks shared a 6-pack with him last night but he only had one while Trunks had like three.

“So what are the side effects?” Asked Yamcha.

“So far limited memory because you won’t remember it. Sometimes fractions of the memories recur in something like dreams causing you to believe you only imagined it.”

Goten felt his heart race faster. Maybe last night did happen! He went to the room that they had been watching movies last night. He shut the door and quickly turned on the DVD player. If it was the same movie than maybe…

***

(In the yard)

“Hey uncle, where did you get those?” Asked Marron.

“I think they are from mommy’s lab. What are you doing with them?” Bra asked 17 in a stern sounding voice. People really weren’t supposed to play with Mommy’s things.

“How would you like to play a game with me?” 17 asked the two girls.

“Can we?” Both looked interested.

“Sure.”

“What kind of game is it?” Asked Marron curiously.

“There are screts that are making people unhappy.” Said 17. “We are going to find them and make them stop.”

“Like a treasure hunt.” Said Bra.

“Like a treasure hunt.” 17 agreed, and handed them what looked like a jar.

“Let’s get to it.”

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“So is there anything else we need to about this stuff?” Asked Yamcha.

“Well it is still experimental so I don’t know everything.” Said Bulma

“Yet you left it for consumption.” Said Vegeta.

“It wasn’t meant to be put in the kitchen Vegeta, I was going to take it to the Corporate building and have it checked out there it ended up it the kitchen by ACCIDENT, most likely mom dad or one of the robots who were cleaning up brought it to the kitchen.”

“Let’s go back to the ‘what if you were in love with someone’.” Said 18 “Due to what you know about the substance. What would most likely
happen?”

“There are three stages.” Bulma answered. “The first is shrugging it off like it didn’t happen. The second is total denial that it could happen. or that person would be interested in you…”

“And the third stage?” 18 asked.

“I don’t know, we never found out what it was in the tests yet.” Said Bulma.

“I don’t get the feeling it ends with flowers and dinner.” Said Yamcha.

“Depends, scarface.” Said Vegeta. “If they are Saiyans, chances are they would just get down to business. Again if the other feels the same way. They would feel the need to prove their feelings and love.”

“That sounds almost romantic but I get the feeling it isn’t meant to be.” Said Krillin.

“It’s what happens on Vegeta-sei. You want a mate you must prove yourself worthy. There are different ways. But in the end the best case scenario is wild fucking. The worst case you get your ass kicked if you’re lucky or you’re dead. Facts of life.” Vegeta walked out of the room.

“Somehow that explanation wasn’t as relieving as I thought it could be.” Said 18.

“You were expecting it to be relieving?” Asked Yamcha. “You must be new here. Vegeta’s explanations are NEVER relieving.”

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Goten felt relief wash over him as a little bit of worry. The movie that came on was indeed the one they were certain came from Bulma’s “special collection”. Last night had been real! Trunks HAD wanted it right?

‘yes but the stuff helped him put aside his doubts and now they are back in place. What would he say if he knew?’

Goten wondered about that, what WOULD Trunks have to say about last night? That it had been a freak accident never to be repeated? That it was just an experiment? Goten watched the screen beginning to relate with the dark haired earth man who began to realize he was in love with the leader of the aliens that had captured him. But the Earthman questioned what would happen if the leader knew, would he accept the feelings? Kill him? or send him back to Earth?

“I love him..” Goten said softly “But how do I explain it to him?” As he watched engrossed with the story of the man, who’s tale of woe was so much like his own he didn’t hear someone else enter the room. Not until a pair of arms wrapped around them. He was going to turn but he stopped when a mouth grazed his ear and began kissing him down his neck.

“Mine.” A voice whispered in his ear, while nuzzling his neck. “Mine.”

“Trunks.” Goten groaned, then blinked he was alone. It had just been his imagination. Goten swore softly. Why did he keep doing this? It was pointless wasn’t it? He heard laughter in the hall and quickly switched DVDs it wouldn’t do for Marron and Bra to see what he was watching they were WAY too young for this kind of thing. The new one was a movie he was familiar with so he started it in the middle and acted like that was what he had been watching.

“Whatcha watching Goten?” Asked Bra.

“The Princess Bride.” Goten answered.

“Do you like it?” Marron asked.

“I think it’s pretty good.” Goten admitted.

“Can we ask you something?” Asked Bra.

“Sure what do you want to ask?”

“Do you like my brother?” Bra asked.

“He’s my best friend, I certainly hope so.” Goten answered.

“Do you love him?” Marron asked.

“He’s like a brother to me so yeah I guess so.”

“No I mean like our mommies and daddies love each other.” Asked Marron.

“I’m not a mommy or a daddy so I don’t think that applies here.” Said Goten.

‘Did they just ask me if I am in love with Trunks?’ Goten thought to himself. ‘Why would they ask me THAT?’

“Do you feel differently about him do you do your family?” Bra asked.

“He’s my best friend, I guess so.”

“Do you think differently about him then you do other people?” Bra prompted.

“Yes.” Answered Goten. “We’ve always been together. We trained together, fought together and if.. it came down to it I would die for him.”

Both girls looked at each other. “Goten? Can you help us with this?” Asked Marron “It’s stuck.”

They innocently handed him a jar. Goten took the jar and opened it. He felt strange for just a moment, but he removed the lid and handed them the jar.

“Thank you.” The girls chorused. And ran off, Goten smiled and shook his head they reminded him how he and Trunks were like when they were younger although that could be a scary thought. He went back to watching the Princess Bride.

Marron and Bra ran back to 17. “We got him to do it.” They told him. 17 gently removed the marble that had appeared inside the jar. He placed it in the machine and they saw the images related to the questions they had asked Goten. They also saw the day dream Goten was having just before they came in.

“I thought we asked him if he had a crush on my brother.” Said Bra.

“This isn’t a crush my little one.” Said 17. “This is a full blown case of love vs. lust. He cares for your brother but fights the other urges that make him question what he is feeling. Especially if they can damage his friendship with your brother.”

“But they’ve…”

“Been friends since they were born? Yes, but friendships like that still only need only one incident to destroy them completely he’s afraid that this will be it. But if he keeps quiet he can still hold onto what he has.”

“But…” The girls were obviously still confused. 17 thought for a moment.

“Marron let’s say that Bra is your best friend in the whole world. Now let’s say that she has a secret that she has been keeping from you.”

“I wouldn’t do that and we are. “Said Bra firmly.

“But this secret is bad, or you think it is.” 17 explained.

“What is it?” Marron asked. She knew this was make believe but the idea of something that could cause her friend pain like that still was having it’s affect on the young blonde.

“She realizes how special you are to her.” 17 answered. “That other than family members she cares about you more than anyone. That she would do anything as long as you were happy. Because being with you and seeing you happy makes her happy, because she loves you.”

“But…” Marron trailed off. It made sense in a way but what was the point uncle was trying to make? So she reworded her question. “Why doesn’t she just tell me?” Marron asked.

“Because some people are stupid about things. They say mean things and people believe them. They will tell her it is wrong to feel the way she does. And she is afraid that if she does tell you, you won’t be her friend any more. Because they say that how Bra feels is wrong and evil. She is afraid you will think the same way.”

Marron blinked in disbelief majorities a full humans could be so stupid sometimes. Uncle was right. She grabbed Bra and held her tightly.

“You’re my friend no matter what.” She told Bra. “And you can tell me anything.”

“You’re my friend no matter what too.” Said Bra. “And you can tell me anything.” They broke the hug and looked at 17.

“Is that what is going on with Goten?” Bra asked.

17 nodded, “More or less.”

“Maybe we should ask your brother how he feels.” Said Marron.

“Lets go.” Said Bra and they took off to the other end of the house.

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“Hey big brother.” Said Bra when they finally tracked down Trunks.

“Hiya brat.” Joked Trunks. “What’s going on with you?”

“We have a question for you.” Said Marron.

“Shoot.” Said Trunks giving them ‘permission’ to ask.

“Goten is your best friend right?” Asked Marron.

“Yeah.”

“So you’d do anything for him and he’d do anything for you right?”

“I suppose.” Trunks answered.

“So… what are your EXACT feelings for him?” Asked Bra.

“Those of a devoted best friend almost brother I guess.” Said Trunks.

“Oh.” Said Marron. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure kiddo.”

“This is stuck.” Said Marron and gave him what looked like a pickle jar. Trunks opened it for her. “There you go.”

“Thank you.” The girls chorused and ran off to play again.

“So my lovelies what did you find for me?” Asked 17.

“Trunks and Goten both like each other but are too stubborn to admit it.” Said Marron. 17 seemed to be thinking. “There is still more to seek and find.” He told the girls and they went off again to search.

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Once again he was in that place that place where dreams and memories collided and the voice he heard was more than familiar…

‘You are nothing! Despite the blood in your veins, you are nothing more than a mere pathetic human! So like your sire, you would rather pretend you are race inferior to your true kind! You are a saiyan! The scanner reads your power level and it is a pathetic as you are. You are a waste of genetics, only good for fodder. hmm.. maybe there is a way to draw out whether you have any power or not..’

Then it began and always the same way, being stripped down, the hands going over him roughly pinching and biting. The sensations of his small member being rubbed and squeezed. There was nothing romantic about it, just plain lust and animal fucking. He was nothing more than a form of rage outlet. It kept going again and again. He remembered the strange feeling pouring through him like he had to pee but it was different. He remembered the pain he felt has the belt slapped down over his sensitive aroused area multiple times. It hurt and it didn’t. He remembered crying and invoking any name he could think of hoping somehow someone would hear him and come. But no one did, not then.

They didn’t come when that large length nearly suffocated him when Radditz shoved his erection into his mouth. They weren’t there when Radditz, practically ripped him open by using the large dry dildo, just before putting his own member in. It felt like a thousand razor blades inside him, pulling and ripping and otherwise abusing his flesh. Radditz set a relentless pace so brutally forceful that Gohan felt bruising and blood going down his legs. He screamed, he cried, he begged for death, he begged for deliverance, it didn’t matter Radditz only laughed. Told him he was weak and worthless and if he was such an all powerful hybrid were was his power? Why did he have the power and all the control over Gohan? Gohan’s energy level would rise higher and higher but it wasn’t enough it was never enough…

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Mirai felt safe warm even. Someone was comforting him. “Ssh.. ssh.. it’s alright. You’re safe now. Gohan, open your eyes for me.” Said the voice soothingly. They did to see what for Mirai was an old and comforting sight… Bulma was there, holding him just like she did in his own reality when he woke up from the nightmare. She had a sixth sense it seemed for when his dreams were bothering him. She never asked questions but listened whenever he needed to talk to someone about anything at all. He never told her, he felt guilty about that. She would listen when he needed her though, take him in her arms and comfort him. There were times… no that was cruel. But true sadly. There were times he felt that even if he never told his mother what happened the week he was gone with Radditz that he could tell Bulma. That she would understand, and not hate him or pity him. Or even feel guilty that she couldn’t save him like the other Z fighters probably would. Which was probably why he never told any of them either. Especially not his father or Piccolo and there was no way in the seven hells he would tell his mother. That was just asking for problems….

“Gohan? Gohan?” Bulma’s voice broke Mirai out of his reverie and Gohan looked at her. “You were having a devil of a bad dream. Trunks sent me in here to wake you up when he couldn’t. Are you alright?”

“I’m okay.” Mirai assured her softly.

“Really. Bulma stated the look on her face showing loud and clear she didn’t quite believe him. Then her eyes looked remotely guilty.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you.”

“Why?” He asked Bulma showed him a device that looked like it had a marble in the center. A picture came on to the screen all it showed was a shadow over a younger Gohan. It brushed over the details of his nightmares then it said the last thing that had been said that night.

“It doesn’t matter you who you tell you know. Most won’t believe you and those who do will only feel pain. You can either except your fate or destroy what you love. Who else can you tell? And besides who wants to play with a toy that is already broken?”

Mirai’s hand reached over and turned the machine off. “Is a dream.” Mirai answered flatly. “Nothing more. Had it for a long time but it doesn’t mean anything.” Bulma’s eyes met his she wanted to believe he could tell, but her instincts were also telling her otherwise. She looked into his eyes pleading him to explain things to her.

“It’s also none of your business” Mirai said gruffly.

“You can’t keep carrying this on your own.” Bulma reminded him.

“Well it’s worked fine for the last sixteen years.” He retorted. “Don’t knock a system that works.”

“Is that why you never told Tora you love him?” Bulma asked. Mirai froze in the doorway. There were times the blue-haired genius still surprised him. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He stated firmly. Bulma walked up to him.

“Really?” She asked. “Alright I think that both you and the Gohan from our time are in love with Tora and have for whatever reason, have chosen to say nothing about it.”

“No, I’m not and from what I can tell he is in love with a girl named Sarah isn’t he?”

“Sarah?” Said Bulma she sounded surprised, then and began pummeling him mercilessly with a couch cushion. “Sarah is an old friend, she baby-sits marron and works with Tora at Capsule corp. For Dende’s sake they are just friends you Baka. Besides Tora is bi-sexual, it’s not like that is a big secret or anything.”

Mirai stared at Bulma, many Saiyans were bi-sexual it was a racial thing more or less. He just knew better than to just assume that Tora was. Even so Tora was his student, practically his ward… ‘I’m not Radditz.’ the thought came again to his mind the same thought that always stopped him whenever he even considered saying a word to Tora about his feelings. It was true he would never do what Radditz did, he cared about Tora as a friend and more, hell he needed him like he needed oxygen, he couldn’t live without Tora and in a sense died so he wouldn’t have to.

It was a suicide mission he had known that but he had to try Tora wasn’t ready yet and would die if he tried then, he wasn’t strong enough at the time. ‘Neither was I.’ Mirai thought glumly. ‘But at least he lived, he became stronger and he destroyed them. That’s all that matters.’

“It’s not important Bulma. Besides the past belongs in the past.”

‘And so do I.’ Mirai thought. ‘No matter how much I want it to be different. I am his friend, his mentor, but I will never be his lover.’ He rejectedly walked out the door.

***

Gohan went up and down the hill arguing with himself, a comical picture. He hadn’t wanted to do that but it had to be done she was picking to close to his liking.

“You could have handled that better.” Said Baba appearing out of nowhere.

“Are we going to talk over our deal?” Mirai asked.

“No.”

“Then what do you want?”

“You need to talk with someone. You have needed to do so for some time now.”

“Stop meddling Baba.” Mirai retorted.

“You didn’t call it meddling when I brought you back to life or helped you have that conversation with your younger self.” Baba reminded him.

“Baba, I am not in the mood.” Mirai muttered.

“Too bad.” Answered Baba. “Sooner or later what you are doing will hurt more than help and you know it. Besides you know how Briefs are when you put a problem in front of them. She will dig until she knows what you are hiding from her.”

Both Mirai and Gohan had to agree she was right. Bulma would do that until she found out what both of them were hiding.

“Both of you have spent time wondering what things would be like if things were different. If there were more pieces to work with. Well now you got them, so are you going to use them or not?”

Gohan thought about what she was saying it made sense and she was right what was the point if he didn’t take the chance he was given?

“What are you getting out of this?” Mirai asked. Baba looked at him, the look was so similar to one of his mother’s that he almost flinched.

“Sorry I am not used to people doing things without looking for something in return.” Mirai mumbled apologetically.

“There is some wagering involved I’ll admit it, but it has little to do with you so I’d butt out.” Baba answered. “I am willing to help you where I can though. It’s too valuable an investment to give up on now.”

“Gee thanks.” She gave him a good humored smile that lightened up his mood and hers. “The point is you finally have the chance you always wanted so take it. Use your new situation to forge a new life for yourself. A life where neither of your fractured pasts matter and the future is everything. Are you willing? Or do you think you are not up to the challenge?”

Again his selves conceded that Baba was correct no matter how embarrassing they otherwise felt about it.

“What do you think?” Mirai asked.

“You know she’s right” Gohan countered.

“Yeah, but what is your opinion?”

“I’m game, let’s put the past where it belongs.” Said Gohan.

“So where do we start?”Mirai asked.

“Bulma”

“Yeah you’re right let’s go” Mirai answered.

“Care to share?”

“It’s a long story, don’t worry about it, it’s mostly over.” Mirai answered.

“But it’s left foot notes?” Gohan guessed with accuracy.

“Yeah a couple but I am dealing with it.” Said Mirai

“Same here. Time to go to our own, ‘Dear Abby’?”

“It can’t hurt. I suppose.”

This agreed he turned to Baba. “Thanks for your help.” He then walked back to Capsule Corp.

“Not bad. Things are going well if I do say so myself.” Said Baba to the figure that materialized beside her. “I am going to win you know.” She added.

“We’ll see. You are working hard for it.” The figure answered. “Soon it will be up to the pieces how the game goes. We can only really place the pieces where they will do the most good.”

Baba agreed with them the game was far from over.

“How a bout a new piece? Just to make things interesting?” The figure asked. An image appeared before Baba.

“Won’t that upset a few things?” She asked.

“We’ll see how it goes.”

“I doubt King Yemma will be very happy.”

“Not in his jurisdiction yet.” The figure answered.

“It’s your turn, do with it as you like.” Said Baba.

“Thank you.” Said the figure and the image glowed and the next stage of the game began.

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Gohan paced outside Bulma’s lab trying to decide what he wanted to say. This was hard he had never spoken to anyone about it unless you count writing in journals and burning them once they were full so they wouldn’t be discovered or talking about things in empty caves or the woods were only nature would hear him. Nevertheless both had worked very well for him over the years. The only part that remained of it really was the dream and he wasn’t sure HOW to get rid of it. He needed to talk to SOMEONE and Bulma was his best bet. She had been like second mother to him in both realities. Surely if anyone would understand it was Bulma. He took a sigh and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Bulma asked from inside.

“A stubborn asshole that’s not Vegeta” Gohan answered. There was no response but the door opened rather quickly.

“Gohan? What.. is something the matter?”

“That isn’t exactly a dream, I’m just not used to talking to anyone about it. Because I never did before, unless you count old mother nature.” Mirai said simply.

“Gohan. So do you want to tell me what that was?”

“In some sense it’s probably more like I need to, but I doubt you’re going to be very happy about it.” Mirai answered. Bulma sat down as the thought occurred to her that this was probably something serious. “It has to do with around the time of the saiyan saga doesn’t it?” She asked softly. Mirai nodded, not sure what to say. “Does it have anything to do with when Radditz kidnapped you?” She asked again softly.

“In my reality it wasn’t a day, Bulma it was a week.” He answered softly. Looking carefully at her eyes for her reaction. “And it was a lot worse than my training with Piccolo no matter what my mother wants to believe happened during that year.”

“Are you sure you want to talk about this Gohan? I’m not exactly a psychiatrist.” Bulma said.

“I need to tell someone close to me, before talking to a stranger if it comes to that.” He watched as realization dawned on Bulma that NO ONE was ever told what he was going to tell her. Not Dende on new Namek, not Krillin, not Yamcha, not Goku, not Chi-Chi, Icaurus… Not even PICCOLO. Who for years she would bet most the money she had Gohan would tell anything and everything to considering how close he was to his childhood mentor.

“Oh Kami.” She whispered. “What did that bastard do to you?” Whatever it was it had to have been hell for the young boy. Worse than hell if he was under the belief that he couldn’t tell the ones that loved him. Then the words from the dream scene came back to her .

“It doesn’t matter you who you tell you know. Most won’t believe you and those who do will only feel pain. You can either except your fate or destroy what you love. Who else can you tell? And besides who wants to play with a toy that is already broken?”

That is when it clicked in her head. “Gohan.” She said softly. Her eyes searching his. She felt empathy and sorrow for what he had to go through all those years, all that time alone when he felt he had no where to turn. Having to be strong knowing what the knowledge could do to those he cared about.

“It got better.” He said, slowly. Gently testing the waters.

“I know, you helping with Tora.” She answered. “You probably helped raise him in some ways. Giving you escape right?”

“Actually yes.”

“He doesn’t know either. You wouldn’t tell him stories like that, you would’ve kept him safe. And if anyone tried the same thing to him you would’ve killed them out right to save him.”

“Bulma? Are you turning Jean Grey on me?”

Bulma looked at him for a second, oh of course those old comic books the boys read when they were younger, the redhead girl with telepathy. “No not yet, but I am a genius and I know how to read between the lines, of course there’s also the old mostly reliable mother’s intuition.” Bulma explained.

“Right.” Mirai said softly.

“Gohan, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Said Bulma, “And no one is going to blame you, nor do I think they are going to be angry at you for not telling them. Sometimes people do things that have consequences that effect other people for no good reason. It sucks but it happens.” She watched his eyes again. Part of him wanted to believe her, the other part was still trying to assume responsibility.

“Don’t you dare.” She said harshly. “Don’t you dare try to blame yourself. What was your fault? You were what six? And your psychotic relative you never met who wanted to destroy the world shows up one day? Is THAT your fault?

He decides to use you as a hostage to make your father do what he was programmed to do in the first place the day he transformed into an Oozaru. Is that your fault?

He… does things that no one should EVER do to a child or an unwilling person. That is DEFINATELY not your fault.

What do you think that if you were stronger it wouldn’t have happened? He was an adult saiyan, under the thumb of Frieza, with a TAIL for Kami’s sake! All trained tailed adults would be stronger than a demi adolescent it’s just the way it is. Yes you have incredible power when it is unlocked, but you were a kid. Most kids wouldn’t have done half as well as you did regarding what you went through. Gohan, if anyone is to blame for all this it’s Radditz. Not you or anyone else. You.. never..”

“Never.” Mirat answered. How could he? “I don’t believe you asked me that.”

“I’m sorry. I needed to know. He probably would’ve. You know how he is.”

“Yeah I do.”

“You really looked up to him, he was always your hero.”

“Still do and still is. He couldn’t help me in time, but he still came. He still came to save me. They both did.”

Bulma tried not to make a face at that. “Well, Piccolo had a few alterior motives. He was still dealing with what his father did to him. You know making him his vessel of vengenence and fulfilling his plans to defeat your dad and take over the Earth and all that.”

“Yeah I know. They made a truce, Piccolo couldn’t rule the world if the Saiyans killed the inhabitants and sold it.”

“You do know.”

“But he changed, just like Yamcha, Krillin, and most other people my dad manages to develop some sort of acquaintance with on good terms. Didn’t Tien try to kill him or something once? He has a gift with most people I notice. I’ve heard a thing or two about him meeting a selfish, spoiled brat and making friends with her…”

“Hey… hey… introduce me to a few people in that age group that aren’t at least some of the time. That aren’t complete dweebs or wearing odd uniforms.” Bulma countered. “Or fighting for a living.”

Mirai looked at her and blinked. “Odd uniforms?”

“The two of you need to talk about his high school years.” Bulma answered with a laugh.

“Apparently.” They talked a little more and were laughing by the end, so much in fact Piccolo was knocking on the door to ask if they were alright and if they needed oxygen masks. That brought that to an end. Gohan’s eyes wandered guiltily to the door, then to Bulma and he sighed.

“Gohan Son if you think.. All right, stay here none of your father’s I.T. business and I’ll see what I can do.” She said firmly. She went outside.

“Is everything alright?” Piccolo asked.

“I wish it was.” Bulma muttered.

“Bulma?”

“We need to talk. It’s about Gohan, well the other one.”

Piccolo gave her a look. “Mirai?” He asked

“Yeah. Apparently, he has experiences ours doesn’t.”

“I can imagine he would.”

“There is a particular incident BEFORE Goku died of the heart virus.”

“Before?”

“When you guys had to fight Nappa, Vegeta and Radditz.”

“I see. What is wrong Bulma?”

“He should talk to someone. I don’t know what I can do, but I was thinking you..”

“Does it have to do with his kidnapping?”

“Yes.”

“What about it?” He asked, he was starting to sound concerned.

“You’ll have to hear it from him.” She answered. “He doesn’t blame either of you but.. if he doesn’t talk about it I am afraid for his psychological well being.”

“It’s not that bad Bulma.” Said Gohan coming out of the lab. “I mean I’ve done what I can by myself and short of getting some sort of counselor and wishing back the dead and having some sort of therapy session I doubt there is much that can be done.”

“Did you ever have a romantic relationship?”

“Sure Bulma, on weekends when I wasn’t fighting the androids or training with Trunks or proving to my mother I was still in the land of the breathing I had a LOT of time for dates.”

“That was sarcasm. In other words you would if you could, but you didn’t have the time so you didn’t?” Bulma asked.

“Pretty much. Plus I don’t know, girls have this tendency to graze, travel and shop in packs and it’s hard to get one away long enough to ask some times. And asking one in front of the rest when they are giggling and you can hear everything they are whispering kind makes you feel like you are in one of those old movies where the cops have that light on you and are asking you questions.”

“Well yeah, we do do that a lot don’t we?” Asked Bulma.

“Yes, you do.” Said Piccolo. Bulma and Gohan looked at him. “Not that I ever… Oh good grief I was asked to keep Goten and Trunks out of trouble a couple of times by their fathers and I followed them from a distance and happened to observe what girls do in Malls okay?”

Gohan and Bulma looked at each other long enough to make Piccolo squirm before letting the matter drop.

“What is it you need to talk about?” Piccolo asked Bulma could distinguish almost a fatherly concern in his voice. Mirai looked at him like a trusting child. If it wasn’t so serious the scenario would’ve been cute.

“Let’s take this some where else.” He answered. Piccolo nodded and they left to talk together.

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Goten had finished his movie and now was stewing over the events of last night trying to decide what to do. ‘I suppose there is one way to get my mind off of all this.’ Goten thought to himself and went to his room, and put on the stereo. Only one thing ever worked when he was like this so he might as well do it. He began to dance.

‘First Gohan, then Tora, and now Chibi.’ Trunks thought to himself. As he wandered through the halls of the house. There sure seemed to be a large amount of disappearances today. Then he heard music coming from the guest room Goten slept in. ‘There he is.’ Trunks went to the door to open it and stopped dead in his tracks. There was no way… it couldn’t be! It was! Goten was dancing and stripping!

‘I have died and gone to Otherworld right?’ Trunks thought still not believing the sight in front of him especially when he heard the song that went along with his childhood friend’s performance.

I love myself. I want you to love me.
When I’m feelin’ down I want you above me.
I search myself. I want you to find me.
I forget myself. I want you to remind me.

“Go…goten?” Trunks barely squeaked in his shock.

“Oh, hi Trunks I didn’t see you there.” Said Goten not believing his bad luck. Why did the gods of his fate hate him so much? Come on he had helped his father save the planet at least two or three times. That had to count for something right?

“What are you doing Goten?” Trunks asked breathlessly.

“Well you know how they put that new club they put in? The Zodiac? I was thinking about auditioning why don’t you watch and tell me what you think?” Goten answered.

‘Why the HELL did I just say that?’ Goten wondered as soon as the words were out of his mouth, but Trunks didn’t seem objectionable to the idea.

‘Oh yes Dende, PLEASE!’ came the comment from Trunks’ libido.

“I don’t see why not.” Trunks answered.

I don’t want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don’t want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

Goten began to peel off his unbuttoned shirt, showing his chest.

‘Not bad, no scars, pretty good tone, I didn’t know he was getting THAT good of a six pack. Uh wait can’t think like that now!’

Goten seemed oblivious of Trunks’ thoughts. He unbuttoned the top button of his pants his eyes still on Trunks, watching his every reaction.

“Good so far?”

“Not bad, I’ve seen worse.”

“Yeah.” Said Goten

You’re the one who makes me happy honey
You’re the sun who makes me shine
When you’re around I’m always laughing
I want to make you mine

“What do you think I could improve?” Asked Goten.

“Lose 10 pounds?” Trunks said jokingly.

“Trunks.”

“I was just joking your weight is fine, chibi.”

“You did it again.”

“What?”

“Called me Chibi.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Sometimes.”

‘and it tells me you see me but it doesn’t tell me if you care about me the way I care about you, Trunks.’ Goten thought to himself ‘Right, get back to the dancing baka! Him watching was your own idea remember. If you make yourself look like a fool he’ll NEVER take you seriously!’

This dark reminder took the forefront of Goten’s mind. ‘You will never know if he still sees you as that kid that followed him around like a lost puppy since you were four!’ Goten drowned the voice out and began to focus only on the music and a bit of a hentai fantasy to keep himself motivated. He barely noticed that the room was accommodating itself for him, and even if he did he was in a mental state where he wouldn’t question it. In any case a dance pole had risen out of the floor.

‘Let’s see how you handle this, Trunks.’

I close my eyes And see you before me
Think I would die If you were to ignore me
A fool could seeJust how much I adore you
I get down on my knees I’d do anything for you

Trunks had found the dancing entertaining at first, but now his eyes widened as it began to dawn on him that Goten wasn’t just messing around he was GOOD. ‘When did he get so good at that? And how’d I fail to notice how sexy he can be when he tries?’ Trunks wondered to himself as Goten’s moves became less of a dance of entertainment and more like a dance of seduction. There was now a “you know you like what you see, but what are you going to do anything about it?” quality to it.

‘REALLY? You think I won’t do anything do you? Well, when you play with fire you are going to get burned.’ Trunks thought to himself. The time for playing was over Goten was going to he HIS. He watched as Goten used the pole to make himself go into even sexier positions and then.. Oh Holy KAMI he wasn’t done YET! Trunks held back a moan realizing that he had DEFINATELY died and gone to heaven. As Goten let go of the pole and began working on his pants.

I love myself I want you to love me
When I’m feelin’ down I want you above me
I search myself I want you to find me
I forget myself I want you to remind me

Goten looked over at Trunks to see his reaction. The constraining belt was now on the other side of the room, but Trunks’ eyes were glued on him. He didn’t even glance at the belt. His eyes almost had a.. a hunger in them. Trunks had that look right this moment, the look like he was undressing Goten with his eyes and devouring him. Goten shivered with excitement, if only that was true.

‘Yeah, only in my dreams.’ Goten retorted to himself. ‘Even if Trunks did swing that way I doubt I would be the one of the guys he would pick.’

This thought was almost refuted instantly by Trunks, when he reached out to Goten in an effort to help him with his pants. Goten slapped his hand away and a hurt look crossed Trunks face. Goten smirked and gave the gesture like Trunks was being a naughty boy. Trunks looked like he was willing to try again so Goten decided he’d have to do something about that…

‘What the Holy Heck???’ Trunks was surprised when Goten’s hands glowed and was even more surprised when he found himself shackled to the wall by restraints made by Goten’s ki. “Goten?” Trunks asked in surprise.

“Audience members aren’t supposed to interfere with the dancers, you know. So just sit back and enjoy the show Trunks.” Goten answered with an almost evil look on his face. Trunks tried to do a quick overview on how exactly he lost control of this situation and nothing was adding up. Goten could be playful but he was NEVER like this! It was like Goten was going out of his way to sexually torment Trunks and he was even ENJOYING playing with his best friend. Trunks felt his pants tightening even more than before at the idea that Goten would even consider doing this. And somehow the idea that he was helpless against a wall was even MORE of a turn on, once the initial aggravation passed of course. He was an Alpha, Goten was a Beta what was going on HERE?

Goten watched Trunks eyes as it was obvious he was slipping into his own thoughts. He also noticed that Trunks looked like he was in some sort of pain. “Trunks?” He asked a little worried. He wanted to entertain his friend, maybe even wave the red flag in front of him, but not hurt him. “You okay?”
“Uh huh.” Came the answer. Goten didn’t believe it. Trunks rarely gave practically non-verbal answers unless he was in pain or he was.. horny… Goten looked down, and saw the cause of Trunks discomfort.

‘Well let’s do something about that shall we?’ Goten libido thought, and Goten carefully removed his friend’s jeans. He then definitely could see the source of the problem, Trunks was getting a pretty severe hard on right now. Goten made a sound of sympathy, those could always be a pain. Seeing that it was still straining against fabric, Goten decided to be merciful to the erection and removed the underwear too. The look on Trunks’ face was mix of embarrassment but also relief. He seemed to know that Goten wasn’t out to humiliate his friend only to help him out a little. “Is that better?” Goten asked after freeing Trunks’ trapped member, Trunks nodded. “A lot better thanks.”

‘I can tell you what would be even better. You putting that mouth of yours to good use and…’ The thought from his libido began trailing off as that part of Trunks’ mind once again went into it’s own little realm of fantasies. Which of course only made the hard on harder to bear.

Goten looked at his friend, and carefully watching his eyes asked his question. “Need a hand?” He asked in a soft tone, which just by itself seemed to make Trunks whimper.

‘I am going to explode if he keeps doing this.’ He thought to himself.

Goten then slowly put his hand on Trunks shoulder, “Is there something I can do for you?” He asked.

‘YES! TAKE OFF THESE FUCKING RESTRAINTS AND LET ME FUCK THAT PRETTY ASS OF YOURS INTO NEXT MONTH!’ Trunks’ libido screamed. It was getting harder and hard not to let any of these words pass his mouth.

“Do you really want to?” Trunks found himself asking. Goten’s eyes wandered down again to the cause of Trunks’ discomfort. He knelt down and began his friend’s relief with a hand job. But soon it didn’t seem enough so he decided to end it in a different way…

I close my eyes And see you before me
Think I would die If you were to ignore me
A fool could see Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees I’d do anything for you

“GOTEN!” Trunks shouted, as he released in Goten’s mouth. Goten couldn’t help but smirk to himself.

‘ Maybe I should get back to the dancing now.’ Then he made the mistake of looking into his secret crush’s eyes.

‘Oh Goten you shouldn’t have done that.’ came Trunks’ thought. ‘Now I have no choice but to..’ His thoughts trailed off as Goten stood up and then his eyes widened as Goten finished with his pants and underwear, still moving with song like he had from the beginning.

‘He’s going to do this in PUBLIC? Not if I have anything to say about it. NO ONE is going to see this gorgeous creature like this but ME!’

“So Goten, you sure you want to do this for.. other people?” Trunks asked his eyes glued to his friend’s gyrating body.

“Well, I am not going to go completely nude if that is what you mean.” Goten answered.

“Why do you want to audition?” Trunks asked.

“Some of us do have to pay for our college education you know.” Came Goten’s reply. “What do you have an alternative job offer for me or something?”

‘How about my sex slave?’ Asked Trunks’ Libido.

“I..’m sure we could work out something..” Said Trunks looking his friend since childhood in the eyes.

“What exactly?” Asked Goten.

‘Right now I am thinking handcuffs leather and whip cream.” Said Trunks’ libido yet again.

‘Could you shut up I am trying to think here.’

‘Yeah right, like you can take your eyes of him for a second. Sheesh you would have to be DEAD not to notice how hot he is right now. Well, at least undead and incased in ice or something.’

“Goten…”

“Yes?”

“Please..”

“Please what?”

“Take these damn things off!”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Trunks.”

“Why the hell not?”

“The fact that you will probably kick my ass, or try to blow me up.” Goten answered.

‘Kick your ass or fuck it? Hmm I like the second one better personally.’

“Trust me kicking it couldn’t be any further from my mind.”

“Uh-huh right.”

“Really.”

“And what WOULD you do if I let you go?”

‘Do you mean before or after I screw you into next month?’

“Is that a trick question?” It was at this moment that Goten realized that Trunks was hard once again if not harder than before.

“So I guess the dance works. I mean you are my friend and you look like you want me right now.”

“See why this is a bad idea? We can’t have a bunch of strangers, turning into beasts in heat and eating you alive now can we?” Asked Trunks.

“Uh huh. Well looks like you are having my best interests in mind again aren’t you?” Asked Goten

“Goten. Get me off this fucking wall or you will not be happy with the consequences.” Said Trunks frustrated.

“Uh huh.” Said Goten folding his arms.

‘Naked and only three feet away and I still can’t have him this SUCKS!’

“Please.”

“Let you go? Why?”

‘Especially when you are still making all those amusing expressions.’ Goten thought to himself.

‘You strip for me, restrain me against the wall so I can’t touch you, get me off and then practically masturbate in front of me. WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK???’ Trunks sighed and rearranged the words carefully several times before he said

“Either let me out of here before I say or do something I regret, or stop fucking with my head.”

Goten, looked at his friend. This was odd he looked sad, and frustrated but not exactly pissed. Something was up here, something that he hadn’t caught onto before. “Trunks?”

“What Goten?” Came the reply miserable and sharper then he had originally expected. Goten turned off the music and walked over to the wall, and looked straight into Trunks eyes in the way he always did when there was something he absolutely HAD to know and didn’t want to be lied to. “Do… do you want me or something?” Trunks mouth practically dropped at that question. Wasn’t it BLOODY obvious? Then he looked at Goten’s pleading expression and realized something. Maybe Goten DID want him, but feared the damage to and maybe even the loss of Trunks’ friendship. Instead of answering directly Trunks tried a different tack.

“Was this planned Goten?” Goten shook his head.

“Did I do something to make you..look for relief?” Goten blushed a little.

“It was a stupid wet dream.” he muttered, shaking his head a little. Trunks considered this answer.

“So basically you were doing an interesting form of masturbation and I walked in on you. So you lied to me about the audition.”

“No. Dancing it’s what I always do when I am sexually frustrated.” Goten answered.

“Where did you learn all that?” Trunks asked.

Goten blushed. “You were busy with extra-circular activities and Capsule corp so I took a few of my own. Dancing actually I like dancing. All types, never really got the hang of the ballroom stuff though, I mean, it’s not like there is a lot I go to a lot of formal dances or anything…”

“You learned “dirty dancing”?” Trunks asked remembering some of things Goten did including with the pole.

“You mean the Lambada? Yeah that was one of the most fun ones to learn.” Goten answered.

“Why would you want to.. Never mind.”

“…”

“Goten..”

“What? I was bored and you guys weren’t around so I took up dance classes what’s the big deal?”

“There isn’t one. I just..you surprised me, I knew you liked to dance I just.. had no clue… that you.. COULD DO ALL THAT!”

Goten shrugged. “You never asked.” He said in classic Son fashion.

If he wasn’t against a wall Trunks would’ve face faulted and fell over. “I would’ve told you all the dancing I knew if you had asked.” Goten continued. “Would you like me to give you some lessons or something?”

“Goten..”Said Trunks tiredly.

“Sorry Trunks.” Said Goten and released his friend from the wall and helped him to the bed. “Why don’t you rest?” he asked. Trunks gave a growl and next thing Goten knew he was on the bed with Trunks kneeling over him and pushing his hands apart and on the bed.

“Trunks? Are you okay? Is there a problem?”

Trunks groaned and kissed Goten a little forcefully then he would’ve otherwise and rubbed his groin against Goten’s.

“You.” He whispered. “You. Do you know how much.. how long I’ve wanted you? Years, chibi. Years. But I didn’t want to chase you off. I wanted you, knowing I could probably never have you. Oh well, that’s what masturbating is for right? Goten… I… your friendship is invaluable to me but now, unless I know for sure.. I don’t think it’s enough now. I want you, I need you, I may even love, love you. But you are driving me insane!”

Goten looked into Trunks eyes again trying to detect whether or not he was lying. He felt the same way so if this is a joke it wasn’t funny. ‘But if last night was real.. he isn’t just playing.’ Goten thought. He sighed this was driving him crazy. There was one way to be sure.. maybe. He kissed Trunks, slowly Trunks began kiss him back. Goten took full control of the kiss but wasn’t forceful. He wouldn’t let Trunks take control either, even after the battle between their tongues. Finally, Trunks broke the kiss. In the kiss was the answer that he desired. It was the consent that he had so badly needed. Goten was going to pay for what he did. Trunks smirked and with a quick move recovered Goten’s discarded belt, and along his own belt tied Goten to the bed.

“You’re mine now, Chibi.” He said with a growl. “MINE!”

Goten practically moaned at his friend’s words. Yes, this was what he wanted. Maybe not the way he had expected it, but it would do. Trunks looked down at his friend and what he currently looked like ‘A virgin sacrifice to a famished monster.’ He thought to himself. He smirked this was going to be good.

“Lower your ki.” He whispered. His request was instantly obeyed. “You’ve been very naughty Goten.” Trunks whispered into Goten’s ear. “You have been asking for this and now you are going to get it.”

Goten whimpered in anticipation, Trunks was serious right? This wasn’t just another fuck to him right? He loved Trunks and hoped to receive Trunks’ love in return, but now may not be that day. He’d have to earn it. And if this was the first step he was more than happy to take it. He wasn’t so pleased with the belts as it meant that he wasn’t able to touch Trunks in return but this seemed to be what Trunks needed for assurance that he wasn’t going to try and escape him. He saw the raw hunger in Trunks’ eyes, and while he felt like a deer in headlights, but it also turned him on.

‘Yess..’ His libido hissed ‘Punish me, Master. I’ve been a very bad boy.’ That brought back memories of the one fantasy he had had with Trunks that was a little… unusual. He was Trunks’ pleasure slave, his job was to fulfill his master’s every need and if he.. “Disappointed” his master he got punished. Goten then noticed an odd look crossing Trunks face and much too late remembered what his dad had said about Saiyans. They could send telepathic messages to each other, especially ones that had a connection before like a fusion. And he had not been actively shielding his mind very much since the dance started. ‘OH SHIT!!!’
Trunks gave an evil smirk, he had heard his beloved’s request even though it had not been intentional, he also heard Goten’s recognition of that fact. He kissed his bound love deeply if not a little possessively.

“You are my slave.” He told the other boy softly. “Which means you do whatever I tell you.”

“Yes Master.”

“You promise to be good?” Trunks asked.

“Yes, Master, I’ll… I’ll be anything you want.”

“Hmm.. we’ll see about that but first…” Trunks hand went down to Goten’s arousal and began exploring it. Goten whimpered happy to be touched but disappointed that more wasn’t happening.

“Something the matter?” Trunks asked playfully slowing down to a torturous pace. “Or did you want more?” Goten looked at him pleadingly.

“Tell me what you want.” Trunks said.

“The freedom to touch you, but seeing that isn’t on the list. Your touch, your mouth…” He trailed off hopelessly there were just too many fantasies he had had too many possibilities. Trunks smirked again, it was now definitely official he had his love’s permission to do anything he pleased with this lovely creature below him. It would be alright. He grinned a feral grin. “I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I fuck you mindless then.”
The answer to that was a moan and whimpering from Goten, and pleading movement from him as if he was trying to encourage Trunks to do just that. “You.. you are joking are you?” Goten asked softly.

Trunks chuckled at that “And what am I going to do? Just leave you in here bound.. naked.. and in need? Like you were going to do to me?”

“Trunks I …”

“I was just kidding chibi. But it was a turn on for you wasn’t it?” Once again Goten knew how helpless he was to lie to his best friend as he nodded. He had enough material for his fantasies for a while with what happened only a little bit ago. Hey, the roles could even be reversed he DID have a good imagination.

“But today isn’t a fantasy Goten. It’s reality.” Said Trunks “Make no mistake I am going to take you and as hard as you can take it. On your back, on your knees and as long as we both have strength to continue.”

‘If this is a dream I don’t think I EVER want to wake up.’ Goten thought to himself. Trunks WANTED him? As much as Goten himself wanted Trunks? This was GREAT! He lost track of his thoughts though once Trunks got started though, and part of him knew to his delight and shock that this was only the beginning…