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That's Why You Should Lock Your Door
By : chroniclyflaming
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
Views: 1720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: Do not own DBZ and am making no profit from this - Chapter List
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The Prompt: That's Why You Should Lock Your Door
Trunks is 20-21, still living at the Capsule Corps. Vegeta walks in on him and Goten doing the nasty because neither boy remembered to lock the door. Now Trunks has to tell his father "oh hey...I'm gay."
The fill:
Goten was almost, just a few more desperate motions forward, squashed between the bed and the wall. His shaggy head was down, nearly touching the two-hundred count sheets and down stuffed pillows, his long arms stretched out to grab the thick redwood bed frame, his thin fingers reaching out for the stuff dinosaur his mother had given him when he was five…Trunks grabbed one of the worn discolored spikes and threw it across the room. Images were overlaying the view before him of Goten’s tight pale ass before him, the slim back, the way his abdominal muscles were tensed and perfect--all clouded by the sight of his mother’s face putting a band aid across the cut knees, pushing his hair back and telling him how proud she was for some forgotten victory, being hugged by her after Buu.
Eeech. How very Freudian. Creepy. If Goten knew what he was thinking, already reluctant to be here and so quick to begin mocking, he would never let it go. ‘Jeez. Jeeeez. Bad enough we’re doing this in your parent’s home.’ A certain amusement in his dark eyes and a smirk playing around his mouth. Like he didn’t live at home and totally under his mother’s thumb. Even worse than Trunks. Not that Trunks was in a bad situation at all; he chose willingly to help and support his mother with the business. A good son, but not one attached to the apron strings. Look at how much he was saving in rent.
“Bastard!”
“What, what?” Goten turned his head, alarmed, the hand that had been slowly sliding towards his self stopping. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re such a jerk.”
“Is that…a question? Like, are you going to give me a jerk, or—“ As though he didn’t complain over that, mumbling no, not here at the table, or no, not here at school, or no, his father was right there in those blueberry bushes, or c’mon, this is boring, you can do more than just this. Right?
“No! Just, just be quiet. Bastard.”
“Shut up!”
The quickest, sharpest knock at the door paralyzed both the half-Saiyan’s lungs and limbs. His father of course didn’t care enough about Trunks’ privacy to wait until his son responded. “Boy—“
The entire world stopped spinning and fell to its side. A million other places he would prefer to be eventually popped into the purple-haired man’s head. Fighting Buu, having to fight Goten’s father for his dinner, stuck in a port-o-john, lost in the airport with five minutes to go before your plane left, having his mother find his magazine collection and notebook full of even worse information about her eldest and favorite child. Anything, anything would have been better than being caught naked, inside his father’s archnemis’ son, a boy that Vegeta already had little tolerance for. ‘Why must you spend so much time with that fool?’
He still couldn’t bring himself to look at his father. His father, a man he respected and loved and wanted nothing more even now than to make proud. A man who probably wouldn’t have been crazy about seeing his son sleeping with a woman.
It would have even been better if his mother had found him like this. Sure, she would have screamed, but probably wouldn’t kill Trunks. Or Goten. Both, really. Any second now.
Goten was literally shaking. Vegeta had yet to say a word. Neither of them could get a full breathe. Trunks wanted to vomit. Still no one had uttered a sound. And still he was inside Goten. His dearest friend whom he’d grown up with and fought with and would have easily died for and loved and was still inside.
Like he was trapped.
His mind, so like his mother’s Bulma was eager to brag, was already laying out scenarios like a rat stuck in a maze: Act like nothing was wrong. Wait until Vegeta leaves. Pull out and say that Goten talked you into this, that he didn’t even like it. Pretend this was totally natural and what human kids did.
“Dad?” His voice was of a small child, quaking with fear. “Dad? I think I’m gay.”
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