| Feeding the Flames part 7 By: Juuchan As Trunks slowly woke, he lingered in the state of half- consciousness, feeling comfortable, relaxed.. contented and.. happy? Moving toward full awareness, he puzzled over the feeling. He wasn't constantly depressed or the like, but it was difficult to be very happy with the Jinzouningen around. But.. he -was- happy, though he wasn't sure why yet.. and why was he in the lab? Something about it was beginning to make him a bit nervous. Trunks shifted on the pallet, then froze as he felt a strange sensation against his leg. He'd brushed against something.. furry? He reached down carefully to see what it was, and nearly gasped as he -felt- it when his hand touched the object. Grasping it carefully, he brought it up so he could view it, and his eyes widened in surprise. It was a tail! Silver! And quite obviously his.. Seeing his tail -again-, just realizing that he HAD seen it before, brought back what felt like memories. Being bound here, for what had seemed a -very- long time, desperate for release, and so unbearably -hot-.. that must have been why he'd been feeling a little nervous in here. And.. he bit his lip to keep from groaning as images of Gohan came back to him.. and getting his brains screwed out. Trunks shivered. Had he been dreaming about him again? He still didn't know why he was in here, the first set of memories fit the mold of a fever dream, but as for the second, he just hoped he hadn't made much noise or talked in his sleep. Taking account of how his body -felt-, however, seemed to suggest that perhaps they really - were- memories, and not dreams. But it felt a little.. distant? How long had he been sleeping? He really wanted to know if he -had- done that with Gohan.. Trunks realized that Gohan's scent -did- hang rather strongly on his skin, but not the sheet. As for his tail.. Gohan's scent clung there as well, but another was much stronger, very close to his own but.. odd. He realized it -had- to be his own, but how? Dismissing those thoughts for now, Trunks sat up, just beginning to really notice that he wasn't wearing anything beneath the sheet. Sky clad. There were, however, a stack of clothes sitting on a nearby counter. His mother was also close at hand, working away on her computer, and she didn't appear to have noticed him yet. She would probably be the best one to ask what had happened, for the moment. "Kaasan?" She whipped around, blinking at him in surprise. Apparently she hadn't expected to find him sitting up on the pallet. "Trunks? How are you?" "I'm fine, Kaasan. But why am I in here?" That stumped her for a moment, but then she launched into a long, detailed explanation. He didn't pay much attention to anything except the parts that sounded important; he could probably ask her to repeat the rest later, or simply find the file she kept it all on. She had records of -everything-. Her frequent use of the word 'heat' caught his attention. So that's what she calls what I had.. fits. Through the course of her very technical explanation, the type she was prone to go into whenever startled or off-balance in an automatic effort to confuse whoever had caused those feelings, he pieced together most of what happened. So.. I 'went into' this heat thing. And they didn't know what to do, until they found a file on her computer that his father had left? They'd had to restrain him because of his 'reaction' to Gohan.. he did faintly remember trying to jump him, but it was very fuzzy. And then.. she'd found out that he could have -died- if she hadn't set him loose on Gohan? Wait, what was that tone, the read-between-the-words portion of what his mother was saying? Trunks thought she was.. nervous about his reaction. To what? Probably to being taken.. He'd have to assure her that he didn't mind what had happened in the least.. Hell, even if it -hadn't- been life-threatening, he would have endorsed it. But he didn't think Gohan would have cooperated.. Hold on just one -second- there! What did she say? OFFSPRING? He was.. pregnant? Really? How? He began searching with his ki, sweeping little touches of it through his body, and -found- them. Kami .. they are in there! He sat there, with a blank look of wonder on his face, paying no mind as his mother finally noticed. They were.. -his- -children-. His.. He was absolutely in awe of the concept. Then, as he brushed one with his ki, it -responded-, very slightly! From observing the tiny little collection of energy, nestled and wrapped within his own, he thought he could pick up on it's -feelings-. It, -they-, were happy, joyful that he was in contact with them, but hungry as well.. Reflexively, he gave them some of his ki, and was nearly glowing as they took it voraciously. Bulma finally broke him out of what was nearly an ecstatic trance. "Trunks, what are you doing?" He answered with a somewhat awed, but joyful smile. "I.. can -feel- them, Kaasan." "Can you tell how many there are?" "Three or four.." he concentrated on them more closely, "..four, definitely four." Then, interrupting his commune with his children, his stomach rumbled threateningly. "And we're -very- hungry." "Before you go, Trunks, remember to talk to Gohan. I.. hope you don't mind, but he'd going to have to stick around a great deal to provide you with the extra ki you need to support them." He smiled reassuringly at her as he hopped to the floor and walked over to the stack of his clothes. "Don't worry, Kaasan, I don't mind, and I'll make him stay. Everything's going to be fine!" Pulling on his clothes, he reflected that perhaps his parting remark had been a little too optimistic, but he was in a -very- good mood, and he really -felt- as if everything would be fine. Humming under his breath as he exited the lab, he straightened out his priorities in order of immediacy and ease of acquisition. First, find something to eat. He probably hadn't for quite some time. Second, fine the babies' sire and introduce him to them. Third, snare their sire -permanently-. |