Pig\'s Blood on my Runway

This is my first Goten and Trunks..... My buddy, YackyYo-yo inspired me!!!! This is a kinda fucked up fic, but I love them that way!!!!! Oh, and for yoopleople who love the sweet goody goody Goku may not want to read this. Cause in my fic he\'s a dick. He was mean in the last one but at least there were good intensions and he was in love, now he is abusive and.......... Just crule!!! Vegeta is probably gona be mean too............ This is a YAOI fic!!! And Trunks does drag!!! I hope you like it!!!! oh, yeah............ please no flames +_+ they make Star sad........... But I do love REVIEWS!!!!!! MWAHAHAHA!!!!! You still cannot ignore it!!! please Read on!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBallZ.................. Sadly.....-_-

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Trunks woke up to the sound of a car alarm screaming outside. He winced as his eye lids slid open, the heavy, dark makeup making them difficult to lift with little strength. But as his eyes came into focus, so did his memory. The purple haired beauty turned onto his side and glanced at the other naked form next to him.
Goku.
Yes, the mighty hero that everyone thought to be so great. They didn\'t know the real him. No one did.
The teen felt a tear slide down his bruised and beaten face. But many had traveled the same path....... Still, it didn\'t help him.
Trunks rolled back around in the burgandy sheets and slowly slid his legs onto the floor. Softly his feet met the carpet and he stood. The smooth cotten rolled away from his bare body and he made his way to the small, hotel bathjroom quietly.
Once in the tiny room he glanced into the dirty mirror that clung to the pealing wallpaper. Trunks squinted slightly and glared into the eyes of his reflection.
\'I look like shit....\' His mind stated blankly. At that thought, the teen reached over and snached up a wash cloth that was sitting on the rusted sink. His other hand reahed out and turned the sink knob, not exactly sure which was which. But as cold water rushed over his palm and the dark rag, he felt relife. Trunks stared at the water as it drained into the sink. It was so pure and clear in this grungy place......... And often when he spent nights in these cheap hotels with the hero of eath, he asked himself, could that water be effected as well? Could it become tainted and dirty? Just like the things around it? It should. But still somehow it was beautiful.
The boy frowned and turned the knob back. The water began to dripn son soon it disappeared all together, slithering back into its rotted pipe.
Trunks lifted the cloth to his face and rubed it across his skin; Each time the rag tounched a cut, burise, or blaring red hand print, He felt like screaming. But still he was quiet......... He hated beign so quiet. He hated hiding his wounds. He hated pretending it was all ok....... He just couldn\'t stand it! But still he could do nothing, because he was nothing. Goku taught him that. Ever since Vegeta had rejected the younger sayian\'s love, he had been.......... \'bitter\'.
Trunks sneared at the thought. \'Bitter\' was an understatement. Goku had wanted revenge. So, since Vegeta was ALWAYS off training, he took his anger out on Bulma............. and Trunks. But saddly Bulma putwithwith it because she believed that deep down Goku loved HER and the fact that he really cared for Vegeta and he hurt Trunks, was a lie. She never hated Goku when the hero hit her, yelled at her, fucked her blindly withotut mercy!!! Not once did she hate him or yell back. But she cried to him, begging forgiveness for whatever crime she had commited to make him place his wrath on her head. Yes she loved him. More then anything. But he did not love her. Trunks felt he could love no one. And sometimes when those cold hands were roaming his body and that tounge was sliding down his throt, he wondered if the migthy Goku had ever loved. To the demi-sayian it seemed impossible................ Goku had told Trunks that he needed to be punished for being as beautiful as his father. And Goku did punish him, all the time he did.
So, now that was all he was. A toy. Something that could just be tossed about and laughed at. And inside it was breaking him. Hell, he would already be gone if it weren\'t for that one person......
Goten.
Trunks smiled at the thought of his best friend.........and he he wished it was something more. So many times the purple haired teen had wanted to tell Goten of the aweful things his father was doing to him and his mother. But he couldn\'t. Goten loved that pretend Goku. The one who was kind and innocent and always off training to save the world instead of beating a woman. Instead of raping her son.........
All Trunks wanted was for Goten to be happy. He was the light in his fucked up life. He was all Trunks loved. And in his heart it would always be that way no one was going to take that from him. Not his father, not his mother, not God, and not even Goku.
Trunks was done washing the old makeup from his face, he dropped the rag in the sink. Slowly his eyes scaned the room for the bag he had always brought with him into town. His eyes spoted it and he carefully bent over to pick it up. He winced as pain shot up his spine. But after a second he stood and placed the duffle bag on the sink. He reached into the worn leather and pulled out a smalled bag. A makeup bag. It was something he had had for a while now, and in his mind it was one of his most prize posessions.
It was covered in buttons and pathces and what you could see of the actual bag was a faded lepord pattern.
Trunks smiled as he reached into it and pulled out some lipstick, masscara, eye liner, and so forth. He set all the matching makup in a row on the sink and put his small bag away then put the bigger bag back onto the floor.
These simple objects gave him the power to be someone. To be something. A person everyone thought was beautiful. A person Goku hadn\'t tainted. With his face paint and pretty dresses, Trunks felt like a kid on Halloween. A completely diffrerent person. And it made him happy.
He began to apply his makeup. He had to move fast, the show was going to start soon and he didn\'t want to miss it.
Trunks glanced into the other room and at the clock that sat on the lopsided bedside table. \'Shit 8:37pm!!! Damnit, Goku!!!\' The boy cursed the sayian in his mind for wanting to have a little fun before the show. Of course, he always did that.
He moved faster as he looked back into the mirror. But something caught his eye.
Water began to drip from the fossit and it brought Trunks back to his earlier thoughts. As the water hit the broken drain and slid into it\'s depths, the boy watched.
\'People are nothing like water.\'

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Okay thats the first chapter!!!!! Hope you like it so far, it\'s my first G/T fic. I know the whole water thing is kinda cheesy but I like it. Well thats all for now, so remember to REVIEW!!!!! til next time!!!! ^_^*