Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

Believing Gohan’s promise to visit them later that week, Bulma left the bar. It had been three days and it was time to go home. Trunks would be worried about her. For a moment she thought about going back and bringing Gohan with her – that way Trunks would KNOW for a fact that Gohan was okay too. But she knew there was something bothering him, and it wasn’t just his dreams or his mother. It was like he was dealing with something, trying to figure out the best way of handling it. She just wished she could help him and that he wouldn’t do anything stupid…Then she heard a noise from her engine. She landed in an alley in a destroyed part of a town and tried to get it working.

“Not again. Come on.” Bulma tried to coax her scooter to life but it wasn’t working. The scooter sputtered and died. It was no use – unless she was mysteriously granted the ability to resurrect dead machinery, she was stranded. “Great.” Bulma muttered. “Just perfect.” She was 20 miles from home, she was on foot, it was dark and it was going to rain. Well, at least she had a pretty good idea where she was – that was a small plus. That is, until she heard something behind her.

“Hello there.” Said a slightly drunk voice. Something in her automatically tensed – it wasn’t exactly a voice she actually KNEW, but somehow she felt like a deer trapped in a car’s headlights. “There’s no need to be afraid.” The voice said, approaching her. “No-one’s going to hurt you.”

‘Yeah, right.’ Bulma found herself thinking, but somehow was unable to make her body move. “If that is true.” Bulma found herself saying. “Then why can’t I move?”

The figure stepped into the light. In her hand was a device. “This, probably.” She answered. Android 18, oh shit! “Something the matter?” The female android asked, seeing the look in Bulma’s eyes.

“You.” Bulma answered, then added the words. “You fucking bitch.”

The female android laughed. “Can’t say that is something I’ve ever done.” She answered, walking up to Bulma. Bulma could now see that the android was definitely drunk. 18 put her face close to Bulma’s. “But I am always willing to experiment.” She said, then kissed Bulma on the mouth. Bulma tried to fight, but everything she did either didn’t work or gave 18 a new opening.

“Stop…please…” She finally got out as the android freed her mouth and started down her neck.

“You sure you want me to?” 18 asked. “You’re the one that suggested it.”

“What do you mean I suggested it?”

“You said ‘fucking bitch’.” 18 reminded her.

“It was an insult, you stupid machine!”

“Really? I thought it was an invitation – and I am accepting it.”

“What?”

“I plan to ‘fuck’ you.” 18 answered. She was going to say something else but was interrupted, and sent flying into a building. Bulma tried to look to see who did it, but couldn’t see anyone. The device had to have been destroyed because she could now move. “What? Who?” For some reason though, she felt very tired. She slumped to the ground, but a pair of hands caught her.

“Sleep.” A voice both familiar and unfamiliar told her. “I’ll take care of you.”

Sleep then completely took her over.

***

He was angry! Part of him wanted to go back and kill the baka ningens that had almost made him too late, but that thought was washed away with the knowledge that his ‘little mother’ was safe. ‘Little mother’…where had that term come from? He didn’t know its exact meaning, only that it applied to the female in his arms. She was someone…important…to his other self – something valuable. So he would protect her, no questions asked. He scooped the female up in his arms gently, ready to take her from this place, when he felt a shot hit him in the back. The female machine was back. The desire for a fight raged in him just like it did back with the baka ningens that got in his way at the building that smelled like alcohol and smoke. He placed the female in his arms in a place out of danger and turned to the android. “I suppose this means you’re looking for a fight.” He said, turning to the android. The android tossed the jacket she was wearing off to the side and nodded. “Bad choice.” He answered and moved closer to her.

***

18 growled. This day had been looking up and now it was frustrating again like it had been to start off with! First she was bored and she had no clue where her brother was. So she had to go out and find fun all alone. She took some invention that Gero made, she wasn’t sure what it did. She went shopping (see shoplifting) and found a jacket she liked. She then tried something that the humans called a ‘Mud Slide’ and another called ‘Long Island iced tea’. When she asked the bartender what tea was used to make the drink, some of the humans at the bar had started laughing. She didn’t get what was so funny, but the drinks tasted good and she didn’t feel like blowing anything up at the moment anyway. Later, she experimented with different types of powders that a man in the bar offered her and felt pretty weird after that. Then she found the woman that made her an invitation and then failed to follow up – that sucked but she may have still been able to talk her around for the woman was quite pretty. Now that stupid fool ‘blondie’ Was back and interfering! She hated it when he came to spoil her fun! Why didn’t he just get a life?

“Why is it you always interrupt my fun?” She asked.

“Treating people like they are toys isn’t fun!” He growled back. “It’s cruel!”

Yes, something was definitely unusual about him tonight. His eyes seemed different somehow – almost feral. Infact, as they threw insults and got into the fighting, everything about him seemed…different. It was like…like he wasn’t thinking like a human anymore, but something else. She was able to get him where she could see him and was surprised to say the least…A tail? WTF? “What the?” She asked, surprised.

“Surprise.” He answered as he appeared behind her for a change and blasted her.

Ouch, that had hurt! How was he doing this? And where the HELL did he get a tail??

“Something wrong?” He asked. “You don’t seem to be at your top today.”

“I’m fine!” She grunted back.

“Just checking.” He answered. (a/n:Okay…very bad at battle scenes. It was long, boring…demolishing buildings, blah blah blah. He gets some hits in, she gets hits in…clothes get torn, you know the usual.) As the battle continued, both of them got really into it until…

“DIE!!!” She shouted, firing the worst of her attacks.

“KAAMMEEE HAAMEEE HAA!!” He shouted back.

There was a victor…

***

He watched as the android died. He felt like he had to in a sense:
A) to make sure the witch was really dead.
B) because he felt someone had to witness it for the sake of the victims and their families. It wasn’t over though – not yet – there was still the other one. And he was probably going to be the hardest of the two, especially now after the loss of his sister. Then he noticed the jacket that 18 had tossed out the way so it wouldn’t get ruined. Not bad…it was considered the spoils of the fight though, so it was his and he already knew what he would do with it…

But there was something to do first. He needed to take his ‘little mother’ somewhere that she would be safe until this was all over. And he knew just the place…He took off, flying this time towards Fire Mountain.

***

The moon had come out from its hiding place, so he had to be careful but he had made it. Bulma was safe with his grandfather. Now the only thing he needed to do was check on his young koi…his young STUDENT!! Sheesh, what was he almost thinking!? He needed to know the boy was safe. Okay, okay…the ‘boy’ was a teenager, but he had known him since he was a baby. They were ten years apart – that still made him a boy in comparison right?

He flew to Bulma and Trunks’ home, hoping Trunks was safe. There was a light on in the window. ‘Hmmm…What light through yonder…Okay, now I KNOW I am losing my mind!’ It was bad enough his mind seemed to be switching between his human and saiyan sides being in control – now he was quoting from romantic tragedies! ‘Who am i kidding? My life IS a tragedy, or something like it.’ He carefully let himself in through the window. Trunks was asleep on the bed. ‘Beautiful.’ He caught himself thinking. ‘Okay, I keep going like that and I won’t be able to control myself.’

‘Why bother?’ Oh great, the saiyan part of his mind was awake. This was one of the few times he found himself wishing his parents were the same race so he wouldn’t have to deal with this EVERY DAMN FULL MOON!!! Okay that was exaggerating but come on, it was like only during the full moon that his saiyan mentality decided to come out of its little box in his head, and now with the tail…oh boy.

“Hmm?” Oh great, he had made too much noise! Trunks was going to wake up. He carefully laid the jacket on the chair and quietly made his way out of the room. “Gohan?”

Gohan froze. Did Trunks know he was there, or was he talking in his sleep?

“Train with you? Sure, but does it have to be for the androids? Cause I had a different type in mind…” (a/n: Okay okay, just teasing! He didn’t say that but we all want him to, don’t we?)

Gohan paused to see if the younger man was awake or not. No…he was in his own dream land. Gohan looked at the sleeping beauty on the bed. He knew he probably shouldn’t be feeling these feelings for someone so much younger, but they were there. Sometimes it was all he could do to hold the feelings in check.

‘MINE!’ The thought came unbidden to his mind. ‘Mine to protect, mine to feed, mine to love.’ Okay, leaving now would be good, but the scene had him frozen in place. A few stray strands fell onto the boy’s face and without a thought, Gohan brushed them gently to the side.

“Kassan?” Asked the voice from the bed. Of course, baka! That would be something Bulma would do – check on Trunks as he slept, brushing the hair from his face as well. Gohan took that moment to leave – maybe he could stay in the guest room. He tried to use stealth but…sadly, the loose floorboard in the hall had other plans…

***

“Che…kuso! Damn floorboard.”

The voice tried to be quiet, but Trunks was sure he had heard something. He got up and the first thing he saw was the jacket on the chair. He wanted to check it out, but first he needed to see what that swearing in the hall was. “Nani?” Trunks looked into the hall curiously. “GOHAN SAN!!” Okay, it was cheesy but he hadn’t seen him in like, three months and was really worried. So without much thought, Trunks grabbed the older man in a bear hug. “You’re alive! You’re okay! You scared me! Kisama!”

“Just now, or did you think something happened to me?” Gohan was a little confused.

“I thought something happened to you! What else?” Trunks asked. “I don’t know whether I should hug you, kiss you, or kick your ass!”

“Uhm…hug, I think. The kiss would be weird for you, and you wouldn’t be able to kick my ass.”

“I…” Trunks stopped. “What happened to you tonight?” He asked, seeing his master’s wounds. (a/n: Not that way, you Hentais!)

“Got in a fight – two actually. Why?”

“We need to get you fixed up.” Trunks answered.

“I’m fine Trunks. Really.”

Trunks looked at his friend and teacher with worry. “Let mom’s machines be the judge of that.” He answered. “Come on.” Gohan sighed. He just wanted to go to sleep, he wasn’t tired but he was better off in a bed – less likely to do things he’d regret later. But he followed his young friend’s lead.

***

“So, you’re back?” Trunks asked conversationally, as he cleaned Gohan’s wounds.

“Yep.”

“I…Can we get back to training then?”

“Probably.”

“Thanks, by the way.”

“For?” Gohan asked. He seemed a bit confused, but it could be the drug Trunks gave him so the stitches wouldn’t hurt. He had some deep cuts and Trunks wanted to make sure they healed properly. One or two needed stitches – that was it.

“I am guessing the jacket was from you.”

“Yeah.”

“Where did you get it?” Trunks didn’t know why but he was curious. He hadn’t seen that many stores around that sold it, so…

“Fight.” Gohan answered, the mix of drugs, alcohol and the full moon were getting to him. “Sort of won it.”

“You…okay,” Trunks said carefully. Where would Gohan…The smell of alcohol slowly came to him. “Are you drunk?”

“Only a little.” Gohan answered.

“Why?”

“Hard to explain, but I feel better now. Your mother is fine now Trunks – I took her to be with my grandfather. He’ll take care of her.”

“That’s great. So you’ve seen my mother?”

“Bar. She was looking for directions – wasn’t too happy with me.”

“Because you were drunk, or because you scared us both to death with being gone so long?”

“Both.”

A thought came to Trunks’ mind. He didn’t know why but he went and got the jacket.

“You like it?” Gohan asked, seeing the jacket.

“Yeah.”

“Yours then. Sorry for being an asshole.”

“You’re not. I was pushing and you didn’t want to be pushed.”

“Not the reason.” Gohan shook his head to emphasize his point. “Dreams, death, wanted you away. Safe.” Okay, he was losing control of his verbal skills or something.

“You wanted me away? Why?” Trunks sat down next to his friend, when he felt something slip around his wrist.

“You’re stronger than you think.” Gohan said softly. “Sometimes I wonder if I deserve your friendship or your mom’s.”

“Sure you…” Trunks’ voice trailed off when he saw what was around his wrist. “Go…Gohan?”

“Yeah? Crap, I’m sorry.” He made his tail release Trunks’ wrist.
Trunks looked at Gohan’s tail with curiousity. “I take it this happened while you were away?”

“Yep.”

“Did mom see it?”

“Not yet.”

“Could…Can I…” Trunks paused, not knowing what to say. Gohan shrugged and moved Trunks’ hand to stroke his tail. He bit his lip to stop the purr that threatened to come from his mouth though. Oblivious to this, Trunks stroked his tail. “This is different.”

Gohan nodded, holding back both a purr AND a moan. “Trunks…” He breathed.

“Sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“No just…Nothing. I’m glad you like the jacket.” Trunks put the jacket on. “Yeah I…” His voice trailed off again. Mentally, Gohan panicked – did he do something wrong? Why would Trunks trail off twice?

“Gohan?” Trunks asked softly. “Where did you get this?” He indicated to the jacket.

“I told you, I got it after a fight. Why?”

Trunks held up a single blond hair that had fallen to the floor.
“Shhh…it’s alright, Trunks.” Gohan soothed, taking the younger in his arms. “She’s gone.”

“NANI??? You…you mean it?”

“Hai. I ran into her on my way here. She’s gone – I promise.”

Trunks hugged him again then…the look in his eyes though – like happiness, sadness, and pride all rolled into one. “Training paid off then, ne?” Trunks asked.

“Hai. But there’s still one more.” Gohan answered.

“I know. So I guess you’re staying here then?’

“Until it’s over? Hai.”

“Maybe I should show you a room then.”

“Arigato.” Gohan answered. There it was again, Trunks was sure of it. Something was on his friend’s mind. Something was bothering him.

“You going to be okay?” Trunks asked worriedly.

Gohan nodded “Sure Trunks, why?”

“You seemed upset about something.”

“It’s nothing.” Gohan tried to convince him.

“If…you’re sure…” Trunks answered.

“I’m sure, Trunks.” Gohan answered. ‘That I know what it is, and you wouldn’t be too happy if you knew.’ Gohan finished to himself.

***

A couple hours later, both were asleep – or at least trying to sleep. For Gohan however, it was a losing battle. The dreams were back. They just kept repeating themselves over and over:
His mother.
The amusement park.
Piccolo…Krillin.
It was all there..one by one in twisted ways…in over a dozen twisted ways. Making it so bad that he had to check. So Gohan got out of bed, made his way around the loose floorboard that betrayed him earlier and went to Trunks’ room. He was still there, alive and safe.

‘Okay, maybe I am just imagining things.’ Gohan thought to himself.

Just then, Trunks came awake to see Gohan watching him. “Gohan?”

“Sorry, I was checking to see if you were alright.”

“Yeah, why?”

“Nothing…”

“Don’t give me that bullshit Gohan, something is bothering you.”

Gohan sighed inwardly. How could he explain this? “Had a nightmare. Wanted to be sure it wasn’t real.” He explained.

“Something happen?”

“17 came and took you away from me.” Gohan admitted, feeling stupid for saying something like that out loud.

“Oh.” Was all Trunks said.

‘My mate.’ The voice in the back of Gohan’s head said again. ‘Mine!’ For a moment – just like during the fight – his eyes changed, and he ran a hand down Trunks’ face. “I guess it’s stupid. I just couldn’t stand losing you or your mom to them too.” Gohan found himself saying.

‘BAKA BAKA BAKA! Just tell him!’

‘I CAN’T! DON’T YOU GET IT? After the androids are no longer a problem maybe, but not now when I need to protect him. He can hate me all he wants after, but I WON’T leave him in danger!’

‘Baka! What makes you think he’ll hate you?’ Gohan growled softly, trying to get the conflicting thoughts in his mind to just shut up.
But Trunks heard it and tensed.

“Gohan?” He asked softly.

‘Mine.’ “Mi…maybe we should talk about this in the morning.” Gohan got out. That had been close!

Gohan’s tail on the other hand, brushed against Trunks’ thigh repeatedly without Gohan noticing, bringing a slight whimper from Trunks. “Right…talk to you in the morning.” Said Trunks, trying to keep control. It would NOT do to moan out loud, but the blasted tail kept torturing him! It was like it had a mind of its own and KNEW what he was thinking! ‘More, please…more.’ The thought came without him really having to think about it, but he doubted the tail was telepathic. It then brushed against his erection. Okay, maybe the tail DID know what was going on, but Gohan seemed not to notice. That was probably a good thing. Over the last few days…okay, the last two years, he had noticed he was…okay, he was developing feelings for Gohan but they weren’t those for a friend and teacher or a brother – and he shouldn’t be having them. Gods only knew how Gohan would react if he ever knew. Heck, before that stupid floorboard tripped Gohan, thus announcing his presence to Trunks, Trunks had been having another dream about Gohan and it wasn’t the platonic type.

Oh man, if Gohan ever knew about that…”Trunks?”

“Sorry, I guess I am tired.”

“Yeah. I…” Just then his tail brushed Trunks in a ticklish place.
“Crud, sorry Trunks. It’s like the darn thing has a mind of its own.” Gohan tried to apologize for the tail, but somewhere inside he knew he didn’t mind touching Trunks like that. It was accidental yeah, but Trunks didn’t seem upset. Why wasn’t Trunks upset? Probably because it was a tail, which was not as easy to watch as say…a hand. If his hand had been there, Trunks would have flipped so…

“Gohan?”

“Sorry. I guess we’re both tired, maybe we should call it a night.”

“You’re probably right.” Said Trunks.

“Just go to sleep, Trunks.” Gohan answered. “We can talk in the morning.” ‘When I have a little more control over my thoughts and my hormones.’ He added mentally. He was doing a lot of that tonight.
Trunks hesitated. “Yeah, tomorrow.”

Gohan got up and left the room. Although, part of him thought he should stay and watch over Trunks. It just wouldn’t do though, besides…there were no windows in the guest room, thus meaning less chance of seeing the moon and transforming. This tail might actually bring as many problems as it did solutions. He groaned mentally when he thought about what happened in the room. The tail seemed to be more responsive to his other thoughts, which was probably why it started touching Trunks but again, Trunks didn’t freak out. ‘I’m gonna have to learn to control this thing.’ Gohan thought to himself and went to sleep.