Worlds Apart
Pairings: Mirai Trunks/Gohan
Disclaimer: I do know own any characters from Dragonball Z. They are the property of Toei Animation, Pony Canyon, 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: This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male 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.

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Chapter 9: Return

Clank!

The sound of yet another dish being thrown into the sink was followed immediately by the sound of a second plate braking upon impact.

Videl was mad, furious even, at her so-called friend. “Stupid, Bulma,” she fumed. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” the twenty-five year old mother muttered to herself, as she picked out of the soapy water the shattered pieces of ceramic.

She looked down at her side, momentarily. Pan, her daughter, was pulling on her pants legs wanting some attention.

After leaving Capsule Corp. Videl had flown straight over to her mother-in-law’s to retrieve her child. She hadn’t seen Gohan there, so surmised that he must still be at the office. But when Videl called there, 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 had not come home.

Pushing gently past her daughter’s grasping fingers, Videl grabbed the receiver of the phone off its base and called her dad, hoping that maybe he would be willing to watch Pan for the night.

With his answer, Videl went around the house quickly finishing her cleaning, and then began packing an overnight bag for Pan.

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The doorbell rang, interrupting the laughter that could be heard coming from deep within the kitchen.

“I’ll get it. You guys continue on,” Bulma said, wiping the tears from her eyes where she had laughed so hard at hearing of her friends’ misadventures. Goku and Vegeta were back in town for the summer, and both were full of gossip. Apparently, Hogwarts was out of session for a few months until September, and she learned that Professor Snape and Remus had had triplets, while Harry had gotten married to a guy named Draco Malfoy—some rich kid living in England.

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 though by the height and built, and he seemed to holding something tight to himself, in his arms.

“May I help you?” she asked.

“Yeah, mom,” came the reply. “You could open the door a bit wider for me.”

“Trunks! You’re back!” Bulma squealed in delight, throwing open the door wide and ushering her son from the future inside. “Oh, my! And who is this little guy?” she wondered aloud, noticing now the sleeping child who was being held protectively.

Her excited shout about Trunks’ arrival had brought everyone out of the kitchen, and now all eyes were upon him and the bundle he carried.

“Uh, he’s a long story,” Trunks said his cheeks staining red. “But let me get him settled in bed, and I’ll come back down and talk with you.” He gave a small smile, and began walking directly upstairs to his old room.

Not saying a word, Vegeta followed up behind his son. Walking into the room, he closed the door softly to stifle the animated voices coming from the floor below. He knew what a pain it was 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 leant against the wall with his muscular arms crossed over his compact chest, and listened as Trunks cooed and soothed the small boy.

“Vegeta,” Trunks finally whispered out 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’,” Vegeta replied. “You needed to figure that out on your own. And I’m guessing that’s Gohan’s brat?” He nodded at the still figure of the youngster.

“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 strands of hair out of the way of his tiny face. “If I had known that I was carrying Chibi, I would never had left, and I would have completed the bond with Gohan.”

“Chibi, huh?” Vegeta smirked, walking 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 of mine?” Vegeta asked in his gruff manner.

“I… Listen, Vegeta, Chibi is all that I have of Gohan right now, and if things don’t work out between us, please promise that you and Bulma will take care of him?” Trunks asked.

The prince of Saiyans grabbed his older son roughly. “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 you complete the fuckin’ 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 someone else’s brat,” Vegeta stated as a matter of fact, releasing his hold of Trunks.

“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 girl. She’s in the room next to mine and Kakarott’s. You can meet your sister in the morning. Get some sleep for now and…. welcome back.”

“Thanks, Vegeta.”

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A/N: Well, how is that? Vegeta and Goku are back for summer break. I wonder how Videl is going to react when she sees them. And what about Mirai? Think Videl is going to be happy to see him? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Nemesis