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Insanity	By : leen Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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I felt yesterday like I need to rewrite those last two chapters, I'm really not happy with them.. but, I think I will continue as planned instead and try and recover from the dip.. To me it felt like they're lacking compared to the previous 7 chapters.
Hope this one is better.

Friday arrives sooner than I'd hoped for, and I'm sat in the living room at Capsule Corp, waiting for Bulma while she retrieves something she wants me to bring to Chi Chi.
I'm feeling a bit edgy and irritable, as I'm inexplicably sober. Guess I didn't want to turn up bleary eyed and detached, but I'm not sure the alternative is much better either..
Mother hurries down the stairs with the capsule she was searching for, and hands it over to me as I get up from the chair.
"There, sorry it took so long."
"No worries, listen is it ok if I spend the night here, my apartment needs some.. repairs," I explain trailing the last word as I spot father walking pass the living room entrance.
"Repairs? Why what happened?"
"Oh, nothing, an accident that's all," I say smiling, deciding not to worry her with the spat between Vegeta and me.
"Well you don't need to ask, 'course you can stay, but hurry up now or you'll be late," she says smiling and straightens my shirt.

The afternoon sun is blaring as I land on the green lawn between the Sons' houses.
A long table has been set up in the adjoined garden, with a banquet fit for a family of Saiyans splayed out.
Goku is stood at the end of the table, getting his fingers smacked by Chi Chi as he tries to pinch some of the appetizers and Gohan is turning meat on a barbeque grill while talking to Piccolo and Krillin. Didn't realise they'd be here as well, guess the more distraction there is the more beneficial for myself.
Gohan waves at me, and before I can change my mind and take off in a panic, I walk over to the small group.
Goku spots me and says hello, handing me a can of something.
"Glad you could make it Trunks, Gohan almost thought you wouldn't show up," he says with dark, thoughtful eyes.
I don't even know what to respond, I don't really want to be here. Not only am I extremely uncomfortable around the taller saiyan ever since he kissed Vegeta, I also know as soon as you and I are faced with each other, earth will witness the very essence of tension. So I say nothing.
Probably understanding more than he lets on, he clears his throat.
"Seems like forever since you broke my shower ey?" he smiles, not mockingly just an effort to make me relax.
My initial reaction is to tell him to shut the fuck up, as I'm feeling increasingly irate but I stop myself just in time, and down half my drink instead. Lemonade?
"Time sure flies," is all I can manage, hoping desperately that for some reason you won't be able to make it here while wondering if it's Gohan who's behind the idea of keeping me on kiddies' drinks.
A shriek suddenly cuts through my brain. Wondering who tell hell strangled a cat, I turn around and realise the noise came from none other than; Chi Chi.
"He's here, he's here!" She waves her arms and points to a hover car pulling up near the older Son couple's house.
The hover car itself is brand new, from one of our latest ranges. Black, sleek paintjob and customised registration plate, saying fuck knows what. A little excessive for someone running a local club for kids.
A warm hand on my shoulder, I look at it, then into the eyes peering down at me.
"What's meant to be will be," Goku says with a dark gaze, then softly lets go of my shoulder and starts walking over to where his wife is at.
What the hell does he mean by that? Is this really a time for cryptic bullshit?
The passenger door of the hover car is swung open, and I nearly die from shock when you climb out smiling at your mum, who runs up to you and throws her arms around your neck.
Your precious wild spikes, they're gone. Their raven softness gone, cut off and forced into a sickeningly neat hair do. And what the hell is up with what you're wearing? Smart black shirt, charcoal pants and a matching jacket held in one hand. You look like a fucking twat.
But that's not what's most disturbing. What really has caught my attention, is the equally ridiculous looking but taller thing, standing next to you.
I can't hear the conversation between mother and son, but she seems taken aback by your.. companion as well. Goku puts an arm around her waist as if to give the woman support, should she faint.
"Although mama has accepted Goten's.. preferences, she is still finding the idea of it all a bit difficult," Gohan explains in a hushed voice as he appears next to me.
"You'll behave wont you?" he continues.
"Hah, why wouldn't I?" I laugh.
We wouldn't want either of you to feel uncomfortable now, would we?
You turn to me, but you don't appear surprised to see that I'm here. And just as you're about to take a step in my direction, your mother pulls you by your arm to the table, insisting you must be starving not having had mummy's cooking for so long.
Who would have known Chi Chi would be the one saving me, prolonging the uncomfortable moment when we say our first hello in more than 3 years.
He's squirming under my glare. Looking from his plate, to my eyes, around to see if anyone else notices – I make sure I avert my gaze when needed – and his pale green eyes go back to his plate.
He's nervous. Fiddling a particular button on his grey shirt whenever he takes part in conversation. Leaning towards you, most likely subconsciously, for comfort I'm assuming. What a weak minded fucking joke.
Chi Chi is of course visibly torn; trying to accept that this is the one you have chosen, but none the less in awe of what you have told us so far. Some kind of software developer, and you look extremely proud when you tell us about his remarkable education, while he blushes.
Gohan is most intrigued – great, two fucking nerds, this day keeps getting better and better.
"This social animal here is none other than Trunks Briefs himself, I'd imagine Capsule Corp plays a big part in your developments?"
Gohan motions to me. 'Couldn't leave me the fuck alone could you, you wanker'.
His pale eyes snap back to me, and my face is split in two with a deadly grin.
"I am indeed," I answer to the surprised look on his face, breaking my silence for the first time during the meal.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry Mr. Briefs, it's a pleasure to meet you," he says with a humble nod.
Fucking suck up.
"Capsule Corp's latest artificial intelligence hardware has helped us develop a programme we are certain will bring significant changes to the medical system. Without the A.I it would have been impossible for us to have come this far, for sure."
Gotta love my absolutely amazing brain.
"Ah, which model exactly?" I ask, not that it really matters, I just feel like being a dick.
"13-C, maybe you're familiar with it?"
"Sure am." Satisfied grin, he couldn't have made this any easier for me. "I created it, during a very boring flight to the capital actually. Neat little thing isn't it."
He looks at me with incredulous eyes, probably not quite believing someone can be that fucking brilliant. Oh, but I am.
"I'm sorry Mr Briefs, I know of course like your mother you must be somewhat of a genius, forgive me, considering your young age I'd never thought you'd be the creator of the A.I."
Urgh could he get any more nauseating.
Gohan, who was briefly taking part in the conversation with you and your parents, probably caught on to our – or my rather seeing as the idiot seems oblivious – pissing contest.
"So, hrm, where are your parents from Sky?"
Sky? This pansy is called Sky? An imbecile with an equally imbecilic name. Why would you waste your time on this neurotic clown? He's still fiddling with that fucking button, quite obviously a compulsory behaviour, he's shying away from my eye contact and he has no sense to stand up for himself. Weak and boring, considerably older than you as well, what on earth has possessed you to take a.. liking to him?
"Up north not far from the city. They own property and land on the countryside, mother insisted on giving us a house on the grounds, but Goten here wanted to stay near the club where he works which I understand."
He moves his left arm from the table and snakes it around your waist, pulling you a little closer. The touch interrupts you briefly while you're listening intently to Chi Chi, your hand grasps his on your hip, your thumb softly stroking the skin on the inside of his wrist.
You're comforting him.
Everyone around me suddenly jumps in their seats, their eyes turning to me.
I look at my hand, to where blood is pooling in my palm. It would appear I crushed the glass I'd been holding.
Gohan stands abruptly, grabs my wrist and picks the larger more obvious shards out of the broken skin.
"I've got a first aid kit in the kitchen, come with me," he says almost dragging me with him by my arm.
And so, I am sat in another Son's kitchen, having glass removed from my flesh.
Chewing the inside of my lip, I replay the scene over and over in my mind. He had felt uncomfortable, needed solace from your touch. And you gave it to him. As if it was a natural fucking reaction, you soothed him, reassured him with affection.
"If you're going to clench your fist there's no way I'll be able to get the glass out Trunks."
Gohan interrupts my simmering thoughts, I hadn't even realised what I'd been doing.
"Sorry."
"Care to explain why you're trying to unnerve Sky, and the exploding tumbler?"
He's nowhere near as gentle as your dad was when he patched me up. Careful enough while removing the glass but he's got my hand in an iron grip on the table, which actually pains me more than the shards themselves.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You promised you'd behave."
"I'm not a fucking child Gohan, AOW!"
He's soaked my hand in disinfectant, stings like a bitch, and dresses the wounds.
"What's going on with you Trunks?" his tone is softer suddenly, gentle fingers securing the tape to fasten the dressing.
Dark eyes, like yours but there's a slight shimmer of sepia rather than that dangerously captivating onyx.
"You look just like him you know," he says carefully.
"Like who?"
"Mirai no Trunks."
His words paralyse me, my breathing stopping altogether. So I was right all along. Only, we couldn't be more different, the future Trunks and I. He is the very embodiment of self-discipline and honour, preposterously serious and let's not forget more reverent than probably any of the other fighters of earth.
But I don't think that matters in Gohan's mind right now. His pupils are dilated, breathing is hitched – both clear signs of activity in the amygdale areas of his brain. Wait, what?
This is gonna hurt, but I've got no choice.
"FUCK!"
He's fallen off the kitchen chair, lying mute on the tiled kitchen floor, probably more from shock than anything seeing as I'm the one clutching my hand that feels as if it's broken -gods damn it, that did hurt, just didn't expect me to be the one crying in pain.
"What the hell is your face made of, fucking katchin!?" I whimper, rubbing my bruised knuckles.
"You're swearing at me, yet you're the one who punched me! What was that for?" he asks clearly confused, rubbing the faint mark on his jaw as he gets up.
"I had to, you-you was about to fucking kiss me!" I answer exasperated.
"WHAT!? Have you completely lost your mind? Why would I want to kiss you?!"
The disbelief on Gohan's face comes like quite a shock. He's either a very good actor, or I truly was wrong about the situation.
But it's written all over the wall! His admiration for the future me when we were little and he told us the tale of how that Trunks had killed Frieza so effortlessly, the sadness when he recalled Cell killing him and the faraway look when he relived their last good bye.
Arms across his chest, he's staring me down waiting for an explanation – it's not often you'd see Gohan this serious.
"Hrm, well you see, I thought you had a thing for-for the other me, and when you told me I look like him.." Why is it that I keep finding myself in one degrading situation after the other? The gods must really hate me.
"You are unbelievable. He was my hero when I grew up, not the object of some wet dream." Though I can tell he's serious about the future Trunks being some sort of idol in his eyes, there's still a faint blush as he denies any other kind of affection. Perhaps he's just finding the situation as awkward as I am.
"Let's just pretend it never happened ok? Now what's the deal with Sky, whatever happened between you and Go-"

"I don't want to talk about it," I interrupt him, not meaning to sound so childish and almost pouting.
"Come on Trunks, how long has it been? Nearly 4 years? And for whatever reason, you were loving watching Sky squirm out there, he was clearly uncomfortable."
Yes, I did love it. I loved how I could make the object of your affection practically shrink before my very eyes. I loved the moment he realised that I am the sole reason for what probably is his biggest achievement in life, and although his apologies and sweet talk made me want to vomit, I fucking loved him recognising me as a genius worth worshipping. Right there in front of you.
Yet, you didn't look my way during dinner - not once.
A foreign emptiness fills me suddenly. If emptiness could fill you that is. Not the kind of feeling that loneliness or loss brings, no, I've been lonely and I have lost – this, this is completely new.
I look out the kitchen window, I can see you from here. Can make out your smile, the contrast of your obsidian spheres against your pale skin. I hate your hair, I want to shake you and ask what the fuck you have done with it. Ask you why you'd rid yourself of your soft bangs.
Oh shit.
"Gods Trunks, you- you have feelings for him, don't you?"
My eyes burning and wide in shock, I am at a loss for words under Gohan's penetrating gaze.
"Hah," feeling increasingly unnerved and as if breathing all of a sudden has become rather difficult, I make an effort to scoff at the preposterous assumption, though it probably wasn't as convincing as I thought it'd be.
"Don't be fucking stupid."
"How long-"
"Are you deaf? I don't have feelings for him, your brother's an idiot Gohan. I never thought I'd see my best friend sit out there like some kind of dressed up pet from the city with a fucking faggot at his side, you tell me, is that how you imagined Goten would turn out, huh?"
He studies you from the window for a brief moment.
"No," he sighs.
"Think about the things him and I were put through as kids, thrown into a standoff with Buu knowing the world depended on us. Imagine having been one with someone, relying on him entirely, our Ki combined feeling what the other felt in a way no one else could ever begin to understand. We only had each other, the weird kids that didn't fit in anywhere else."
My fists clench as I recall those memories, what initially was meant to be just words to shut Gohan up end up ripping my wounds wide open.
"Just try to imagine how it feels seeing him as a shadow of himself, the person who used to be a fucking part of me," I say, barely a whisper – more to myself rather than him I think.
"I-I didn't realise it was like that Trunks," he says, brows drawn together, looking as if the revelation has hurt him.
Try being the one who's had that other half ripped away from them. And it was because of me it happened.
"Doesn't matter, anyway I'm leaving, oh and here," I reach in to my pocket having nearly forgotten "Give this to your mama, Bulma wanted me to pass it to her"
He takes the capsule in his hand.
"Sure Trunks. What do you want me to tell them when they ask why you've left?"
"Tell them.. something came up at work, I don't know, I'm sure you'll figure something out."
And with that, I leave through the backdoor in the kitchen. Walking some distance along the desolate country road passing vastly spread green fields, to keep unnoticed, before I take off into the air
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