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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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The editing of this chapter was a little rushed, I struggled somewhat with the rendering of certain 'scenes', hopefully it doesn't fall short..
edit: noticed some lazy mistakes and Nancy103 : I don't want to spoil anything obviously, but Trunks' observations aren't always correct ;) you're on to something though haha ;)

Amber liquid dancing in a fiery vortex inside the crystal glass I'm swirling with a soft motion of my hand, while I lean back into the creaking leather seat of the office chair.
Luckily for me, mother shares my weakness somewhat for the poisons of the human world.
In this office, back at Capsule Corp on the second floor, I've found a rather expensive looking carafe with something that's probably reserved for her most important clients. Tastes like shit to be honest, all this talk of honey, and a smooth smoky taste – it just fucking burns and that's it.
I never should have gone. I don't know why I did, it's not like they would have dragged me there kicking and screaming if I'd refused. I could have found a senzu and accepted whatever atonement my father saw fit.
I sigh and run my fingers through my hair; sick of my own bitter tasting lies. Why carry on, there's no reason to anymore, the painful truth is; part of me wanted to see you. More lies, my entire being wanted to see you. Needed to, I crave you – my drug, my mental illness forever twisting reality.
As much as I want to avoid you, some force is always relentlessly pulling me back. I think we could spend a life time trying to avoid each other, only to be drawn together again and again by this sadistic connection between us.
Why would you want to share your life with an individual who has no hope of ever completing you, your strength and your core? A weak human.
No fire there in those pale eyes, I bet he doesn't even argue back. I bet you miss clashing fists when words run out and there's no other choice but to settle it with broken bones and bruises in a flurry of blonde bangs and eyes diluted with teal, as crackling energy surrounds you, filling every eager fibre of your body.
I bet you wish you could lose yourself, give in to primal desire and fuck him senseless not having to worry about killing him in the process, I know that feeling all too well. At least I haven't bound myself to such a person though, my conquests are nothing but mere entertainment for the time being.
I'm being watched. I've felt his presence for some time now. Wondering whether he's come to deliver that lesson in humility he never got to give me when Gohan interrupted us.
Actually, I don't even care anymore, he's done nothing but confuse me all these years.
He knows I'm aware he's standing there in the door way, not being one to hide or spy, merely waiting for me to acknowledge him.
"What do you want now?" It's not really a question, more a challenge as I keep watching the enthralling maelstrom of amber.
"I told you this has to stop."
"It's only a drink, I don't even like it. Plus, I have my reasons, so fuck off."
"Hn, didn't take seeing Kakarot's brat and his other half too well I see."
The vortex in my crystal glass stops. A deep sigh, my head leaning back against the rich smelling leather clad neck support.
Gods, I wish right now that I'd kept up my training all these years just so that I could beat him into oblivion. He knew all along. Bastard.
"He can fuck whoever he wants Vegeta, it is no concern of mine," I answer indifferently, and twirl the chair from side to side.
"Cut the bullshit, boy, I know perfectly well you're pining for him like a love sick dog."
I finish the last of the liquid, feeling it burn on it's way down my throat, before the crystal glass is slammed down into the ebony table in front of me, sick and tired to the back of my teeth of this game. The relentless mockery of my excruciatingly oblivious affection for you throughout the years and then beaten half to death – for kami knows what reason - all of a sudden, when he'd never actually reacted to our closeness prior to that.
"So what? Does the fact that your heir of nothing wants to be fucked by Kakarot's third class brat bother you, huh?"
The arousal following my challenging confession makes my eyes close themselves, that amazing feeling in my groin suddenly overtaking me, washing over me, screaming for me to answer to the sudden throb in my lower regions.
No better yet, I want to power up beyond super Saiyan 2, take off to where you're undoubtedly soundly sleeping in your old bedroom for the night, rid myself of the excessive body in the room – or let him watch it doesn't really matter - and finally get lost in my pleasure as I slide in to the tight heat that is yours.
Feel you whimpering under my touch, drawing out your sweet delicious sounds while I taste you, your velvety smooth skin, your intoxicating scent, your orgasm spilling in my hand as I pound myself in to you..
"ENOUGH!"
I'm startled back to consciousness by the aggravated tone of Vegeta's voice.
"This has gone on for far too long Trunks," he says, arms across his chest, not aggressively but seriously rather.
My arousal still painfully present, the frustration with myself and the idiot in front of me just keeps growing stronger and more unbearable, making me feel as if I'm about to explode any second.
I'm not actually sure whether he means my senseless consumption of alcohol, or my shameful and most certainly in-denial-infatuation with you.
"Three years you've had to grow up, three years I've given you to open your damned eyes. And what did you achieve, look what you've become; addicted to this shit you drink and screwing anything that comes your way."
Insulted, my pride hurt from being reminded of my pathetic weaknesses, I completely ignore the fact that he almost seems as if he is somewhat.. concerned – rather than mocking me.
"Open my eyes to what Vegeta," I spit "The fact that no matter what I do I can't do anything right? All my life I've had you in one ear going on about how I can't be weak, as a Saiyan prince I always need to be stronger, no the strongest – which I'm not, I never will be! And then there's Capsule Corp on the other side – be like this, talk like that 'no the future president would never behave in such a way' and the gods fucking forbid if the president was gay! That wouldn't sit well with any of you would it!" I stand up as I almost shout that last sentence, throwing my arms out to the sides, furiously exasperated, as I can feel the frustration rising, turning into rage.
"Now listen here-" Vegeta starts, raising his index finger as if to reprimand me verbally, but I've had enough of other people telling me what to think and how to live my life, especially this hypocrite in front of me.
"No you listen to me, you're telling me it's been going on for too long, you nearly beat the living life outta' me back then like some homophobic fucking maniac, 'cause you said you could smell Goten on me – but what about you, huh?"
My father's hand slowly returns to his side, eyes widening for a brief moment, barely noticeable but I see it, before his dark frown returns. Oh yes Vegeta, I'm a lot sharper than you think I am.
"Think no one can smell your precious earth Saiyan on you?"
He didn't see that one coming that's for sure, much to my sadistic amusement. I've only noticed the difference in his scent the past few times I've seen him, probably thanks to my sober state, but when I saw Goku earlier today, I recognised it, though the connection has only just dawned on me.
"You don't know what you're talking about, brat," he says sternly, his eyes menacingly black.
"Oh ye? What about what happened in the G.R, daddy?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest mockingly, feeling a smirk spread across my face.
When he narrows his eyes, most likely wondering exactly what it is I've seen I feel incredibly pleased with having the upper hand, for once in my damned life.
"Bet that kiss made your cock twitch didn't it, that's why you attacked him, you couldn't stand the fact that you wanted a third class up y – "
Startled, I'm cut off in my vicious tongue lashing.
"Shut-up," he growls, his eyes blackened entirely.
I look down at my feet, noticing the floor boards underneath me start shaking suddenly, my eyes snap to the books in the shelves along one of the walls as they start quivering, the crystal glass vibrating against the wooden desk – I turn to its clinking sound as it tips over and smashes into a million pieces when it rolls off and hits the floor.
I slowly turn back to the saiyan in front of me.
His fists raised to mid waist, clenching with powerful force in waves, his teeth gritted and brows drawn down into a viciously dark glare.
The energy gathering around him is malevolent, visibly rushing through every nerve of his body, making the room fall into a threatening darkness, contrasting against the energy's ambiguous light.
I swallow hard, nervously taking a step back.
Just then, as his roar suddenly deafens my ears, gold exploding in my vision making me throw my arms up to cover my face – a flash of orange wraps itself around the source of this nefarious ki.
"Vegeta stop,"
A soft but pleading voice sounds through the shaking furniture and the rumbling sounds of the electric pulses gathering around the smaller Saiyan. Lowering my arms from my face I recognise the black spikes immediately.
"Move," Vegeta growls in a guttural voice, as he pushes the other full blooded Saiyan out of his way with a determined swipe of his arm, his teal eyes set on me.
When he takes two steps in my direction, the same flash of orange appears again, strong arms embracing the infuriated figure in front of him.
Those black spikes lowering down as the other leans in, one hand gripping the back of Vegeta's own golden white spikes, tilting his face slightly, just enough for my eyes to see when their lips clash together.
My eyes widen in shock, not so much because of the same reason when I first witnessed this incident, but because with a grunt – closing his eyes – my father responds.
His ki slowly withdraws, gold fading back to that of ebony, fists unclenching and finding the small of Goku's back, gripping desperately at the orange fabric of the gi.
Soon, the only sounds left are those of their increasingly heavy breathing and tongues fighting feverously for dominance.
The taller Saiyan snakes his arm down from where it was wrapped around father's upper back, trailing down his side and as it finds a solidly muscled thigh, he lifts Vegeta up, wrapping the latter's legs around his own waist and in a flash barely visible to even my eyes – he slams father's back against the shelves on opposite side of the room.
Vegeta plants his palms into the other's chest, and pushes him back slightly, panting, all that previous anger replaced with pure surges of arousal.
"Get out," he snarls, black eyes now set on me, as your dad trails, from what I can see, nibbles and kisses along Vegeta's neck and collarbone.
Feeling like a chastised child, furiously blushing and with my eyes on the floor, I swiftly make my way out of the office.
Half running down the hallway, I hear the door to the office slam shut, its impact shaking the walls of the entire second floor.
As I quickly make my way down the flight of stairs, Bulma emerges from the kitchen entrance wrapped up in a silky night gown.
"What's wrong Trunks?" She asks sounding worried.
I don't slow down, making my way through the main hallway towards the entrance doors, my mind spinning.
"Don't go in the office mum," is all I can manage, avoiding her eyes – I can't bear to think of how she'd react to this.
Before she can ask me what I mean, I close the large doors behind me and take off into the air – the night sky hopefully disguising me.

I can't get my thoughts straight. What the hell just happened, trying to replay the whole incident in my mind – I still don't understand. I pissed him off no doubt, but what was he actually planning on doing? Killing me? The only other time I've seen such a menacing transformation; was when we were met by Majin Vegeta. I doubt his mind was of the same darkness as then, surely it couldn't be? I don't want to think what would have happened if.. oh god, I don't want to think about it at all.
I rub my face with the palms of my hands as I fly through the dim, late summer skies, in a desperate attempt to erase the knowledge that they're no doubt having crazy Saiyan sex right now.
Softly, I land on the sidewalk in the city beneath me. The night is still young, music seeping out from neon lit entrances in every corner, drunken fools already staggering in the streets.
I look around, noticing a concealed door in the wall not far from where I'm stood, with a large man in a black suit and aviators guarding it.
Thinking it over for a second, I decide; if you can't beat the crap out of someone, there's only one way to get rid of your frustration.
Entering the dimly lit bar, I wonder to myself why I haven't discovered this place before. It has class for sure, a bartender in white shirt and black waist coat polishing expensive glasses behind the obsidian marble counter to the left, men in suits occupying bar stools along it. Small tables are dotted around in the darker area to the right, lonely figures sitting on their own in silence at some of them.
The music flows in a steady rhythm, sudden lights blaring from the middle of the bar grab my attention, a stage revealing itself to my surprised eyes.
Long alabaster legs enter the stage, feet dressed in red high heels. Hips swaying as the woman makes her way to the front of the platform, long dark hair cascading over her curvy figure.
I make my way to a single seat table closer to the stage, and sit down, my mouth open wide at the beauty in front of me.
As she reaches the silver plated pole on the stage, flashing lights illuminating her pale skin dusted with some kind of shimmer, her hands clutch around the metal pillar, surely making not just me grunt internally but probably every other guy in here, as those slim fingers imitate the grasp of a needy erection.
Bringing her red laced hips to the pole, she strokes herself like a cat in heat against the silver object, rolling her perfect buttocks and arching her back with her dark tresses falling down as far as the small of her back.
Hazel eyes find mine, she turns to stand in front of the pole, one hand grasping on to it above her head, the other trailing seductive fingers over her cheek continuing down slowly pulling down her bottom lip, moving on to the soft looking skin in the hollow of her neck and down between her naked breasts – nipples unfortunately concealed by the ebony waterfall of her sensuous locks.
I can't take my eyes off that hand, eager to follow its path, heartbeat definitely raised, my hands in a tight grip on the arms of my chair.
Slowly she continues teasing her fingers down her stomach, we all know where this journey will end, and all the guys are no doubt waiting with just as much anticipation as I am.
Two fingers find the hem of the red laces covering her modesty, slowly following the curve of the deliciousness we all want a piece of.
She closes her eyes, biting that dewy lower lip with her head tilted back as the digits are brought down ever so slightly.
I want her. I want to be the soft touch making her shudder with desire, the throbbing warmth filling that aching hollow feeling within her wet need.
Just as the whole room is holding its breath, her eyes open again, a smirk playing on her lips. She turns around, both hands on the pole, and gradually lets them slide down while slowly bending her knees, dipping down in a most seductive pose, thighs spreading to the sides in tune with the music and closing again as she looks back over her shoulder – hazel eyes winking my way before she rolls her hips and pulls herself up with one hand while leaning back, dark strands falling down and the pink nubs of her supple breasts revealed.
Oh yes, she will be the one moaning between the covers of my bed tonight.
When she wraps her left leg around the silver pole, and twirls down around its length, her eyes meet mine again.
She smiles seductively, and gives a barely noticeable nod.
I can feel a grin tugging at my lips, taking in every curve of what I soon will be able to lose myself in.

Waiting outside in the slowly fading darkness, leaning against the wall where the large man is still guarding the concealed door, I'm desperate for the woman to emerge.
I wasn't interested in the acts following hers, not caring how long I'd have to wait to feed my addiction, I decided to wait for her shift to finish.
Clicking heels approach me from behind. I glance over my shoulder and sure as hell, wrapped up in a thigh long cardigan with those red high heels still on, the hazel eyed succubus is now here.
I take her hand softly, and pull her in towards me, never taking my eyes off hers.
"You scared of heights?" I ask with a smirk.
"Not at all Mr. Briefs," she answers with a curious smile.
I sweep her up in my arms, tell her to wrap her slender arms around my neck, and wanting to waste no time, I charge my energy and take off into the air, enjoying the increased closeness as she pulls herself closer with a gasp.
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