Author:              Kiarene

Pairings:            Vegeta/Mirai

Disclaimer:            Don’t own DBZ

Published:             26th April 2003

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Sons

 

1st Scrawling

 

Chibi Trunks’ POV

 

 

I lie sprawled out on the large bed, chattering away about my day. I hear the shower start up again and I shut up for a while, knowing Dad won't be able to hear me.

 

He doesn't say anything, but I know he's listening. Sometimes, after he comes out, he would remark sarcastically on something I said. I talk a lot and I know most people don't take me seriously because I'm just a kid. But Dad takes me seriously, well, some of the time. Seriously enough to beat the shit out of me during training. More often than other adults, and that's very important to me.

 

Mum pampers me all the time, buys me whatever I want and plays with me if she's free, but to her, I'm still her baby boy. She's always nagging at Dad whenever I get hurt during training; I think if she could have her way, she'd rather I not train at all. Heh, but if there's one thing Dad's adamant about, it's training. According to him, a Saiyajin must fight. It's in our blood. Mum says we get all worked about fighting precisely because we train so much; if we didn't train, we wouldn't feel the urge to fight so much.

 

It's one of those chicken-and-egg questions. I don't know who's more right, but I think I know what Dad means. Sometimes, especially when the moon is full, I feel very restless and irritated, and I go around like a bear with a sore thumb, picking for a fight.

 

The shower stops and after a while, Dad steps out, drying his hair vigorously. "You're especially noisy tonight. And isn't it your bedtime?"

 

I turn my head towards him with a grin. "Can I sleep here tonight?"

 

"No."

 

"But why not? Your bed is very big and comfortable and..."

 

"No." Dad's using that final, flat tone and I shut up, knowing there's no wheedling with him when he's like that. Actually, he's always like that; you can't wheedle Dad for anything. Not like Mum. But I have my ways.

 

I like sleeping with Dad; he smells very nice and is very warm. Something to do with being Saiyajin I think. All the Saiyajins I know have a stronger, muskier smell than humans, especially Dad, probably because he's a full Saiyajin. At any rate, I really like his smell and the low, humming feel of his strong ki that wraps around us when I sleep with him. His bed's very large and comfortable, and since he has his own bedroom, I don't see why he can't share with me. I don't take up much space after all.

 

I continue lying down, watching Dad as he wraps the towel around his waist. Sitting down in the armchair, he picks up a book to read. Smirking, I close my eyes and reach for a pillow to hug, pretending to sleep. It worked before; sometimes if I fall asleep on his bed, Dad doesn't bother to carry me back to my room and lets me sleep here for the night. Of course I will get a scolding in the morning, but I don't mind.

 

Lying there quietly for some time, I am about to really fall asleep when I feel a small ki spike at the window, just before I hear a soft tapping. The ki feels familiar... Who?

 

Cracking open my eyes slightly, I see a tall, purple-haired guy slip in through the window. Mirai? What's he doing here?

 

I've seen him before. Mum told me his story; how my future self came back to warn us and help us fight against the androids. Sometimes, he comes back to visit, but what's he doing here at this time of the night? Is he in trouble? Does he need help? But he doesn't appear to be injured or anything.

 

Dad seems relaxed and not at all surprised by Mirai's sudden visit. Putting down his book, he stands up with a small smile. "Any particular reason for dropping by?"

 

Mirai grins. "Do I need one? I just missed you."

 

Dad laughs softly and walks towards me. "Go take a bath first. I'll put the brat back in his room." I immediately close my eyes again.

 

"Does he sleep with you often?"

 

"No. But the brat likes to sleep here, even though he has his own bedroom." Dad pries the pillow away and picks me up. I pretend to be asleep still, hoping that he would allow me to stay. No such luck. Dad starts walking out, holding me as I lie limply in his arms.

 

I hear Mirai laughing softly as he heads towards the bathroom.

 

As Dad walks over to my room next door, the door sliding open as it detects and confirms his identity, I turn in his arms and hug him tightly around the waist, muttering drowsily," Eh, Daaaad... I really want to sleep with you tonight."

 

Pressing my face to his bare chest, I can smell the fresh lemon scent of the shower gel and Dad’s unique smell. It is musky and comforting, like Dad. He may seem scary and mean to others, but to me, it represents security.

 

Lowering me to my smaller bed, he gently but firmly pries my arms from his torso. "Not tonight, brat. Tonight," he starts snickering as if he found something really funny. "...tonight is your future self's turn."

 

I lie on my own bed quietly for a while as I watch Dad exit my room, my curiosity piqued. What did Dad mean? And just why was Mirai here? He traveled all the way back just to sleep with Dad?? I wanted to sneak out, but Dad would definitely detect my ki.

 

The head of my bed is placed against the wall between our rooms, and I scoot up next to the wall, turning my head and placing my ear to the wall. The walls are thick, but with my demi-Saiyajin hearing, I can hear the shower running and low voices, but I can't make out what they were talking about. I'm growing bored, kneeling by my headboard with my ear pressed to the cool wall, but I dare not move away in case...

 

Ah! The shower finally stops and I hear Mirai talking as he steps out from the bathroom, his voice becoming clearer. "...rebuilding the city now."

 

"No more threats?"

 

"Apparently not. There were a few pitiful attempts by the Red Ribbon Army, but the androids were barely of Seventeen and Eighteen's standards."

 

A low chuckle. "You sound disappointed."

 

"Well..." Mirai starts laughing too. "It's no fun. You know why."

 

They start talking about fighting and techniques; Dad is asking if Mirai still keep up with his training now that the androids have been defeated. A jealous anger starts to build in me; Dad’s never this chummy with me. He speaks to Mirai as an equal, and there are very, very few people Dad would speak to as an equal.

 

I’m outraged. It’s not fair! I’m Dad’s son! Mirai… he’s from the future. Dad’s not his father! And yet, he just simply walks in and Dad’s treating him like a favorite son. How dare he?

 

It’s not fair! I was here first! I work so hard to get Dad to pay attention to me!

 

"Hn." A very faint creak from the bed's springs. Dad must be sitting on the bed; his voice sounds like it's much closer to the wall. "So with the lack of opponents in your time, you came back to spar?"

 

"Some horizontal sparring maybe." Another faint creak. Is Mirai sitting on Dad's bed too? Extending my senses for their ki's, I can tell that they are close together. “It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten. Show me again, sensei.”

 

I hear a few low murmurs and some movements, as if they were shifting about on the bed. I wish I could see what's happening; my curiosity is killing me.

 

"...miss you."

 

"Shut up and kiss me."

 

Dad?? I was flabbergasted. Wide-eyed, even though I couldn’t see anything in the dark, I pressed my ear even closer to the wall to listen. I hear the squeaking of bedsprings, the rustling of cloths…

 

“Mmm… you feel very nice; warm and smooth,” a husky purr. “…and you smell oh so wonderful; dark spice and musky sweet…”

 

Shut up! I know how Dad smells…

 

“You’re just gonna yak?” A deep growl.

 

Some wet sounds and soft laughter and murmurs and growly purrs. I wonder what they are doing; my mind conjures the image of them in bed together tussling, and my jealousy increases. I wish…

 

I wish Dad would look upon me the way he did Mirai; when my future self came in through the window, Dad looked happy to see him. Whenever I disturb him, he usually has this look of annoyance on his face.

 

I wish I am the one in bed with Dad right now. I…I don’t know why, but the thought of sharing Dad with anyone else… Dad doesn’t act that way around anyone else, not even with Mum.

 

I wish Dad would hold me like he’s obviously holding Mirai.

 

Suddenly sickened with bitter envy, I turn away from the wall and the low voices on the other side. Curling up at the foot of my bed, as far away from them as possible, I pull my blanket up around my ears and try to fall asleep.

 

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