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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Disappointment

The skip in his walk was still apparent two weeks later. He swears he still wakes up with afterglow; it had been that good. He even stopped taking every waking chance between class and training to get laid even though he could already feel the come down wearing off because how could he? How could he settle for disatisfaction after that?
Trunks keeps shooting him odd looks but doesn't say anything. It isn't until they are sitting on the couch playing a particularly grusome slaughter game and Goten disagrees with him about going out that the other half knows something's up.
"Are you serious? You. You don't wanna go out? I finally get a break from me personal hell of a work schedule and your sorry ass doesn't wanna go out?"
Goten nods without looking away from the screen and kicks his feet up on the table while Trunks spends several long moments studying his friend. When Goten notices he shifts uncomfortably, "What?"
"Alright, who is he?"
"Who?"
"You met someone."
Goten shakes his head and tries to brush it off. "No, don't be stupid."
"Oh come on, 'Ten, don't try to play me, I know you met someone."
"Why would you think that?" He can't help the nervous smile.
"Besides the obvious?" he gestures to Goten's relaxed posture, "Or maybe I should remind you that you haven't broken anything in two weeks?" He teases. "And you don't even wanna go out? Get wasted and burn the fuckin' city down with me? Unbelievable. It's the only explanation."
He rolls his eyes, "Maybe I'm just tired Trunks."
"Aww, poor 'ten. So tired from spending time with his new frie-" Trunks pinches Goten's cheek earning him a ki blast to his smiling face.
He laughs and tosses the controller aside, "Fine. Fine! Fuck it" he smiles, "I'm down. Let's go."
Trunks eyes him unconvinced by his answer, "Shit, wait, ...Is it serious? If it's like super serious I won't make you go."
He sighs in irritation, "No, it's- If you really wanna know, I've actually been doing more control exercises. Your dad developed this program that-"
"Ohh, you started a new training routine, huh? That's nice. ….Are you gonna bring him to the CC holiday party?"
Goten scoffs. Y'know, sometimes I hate that you're the son of the most brilliant woman on the planet.
"Where'd you meet? Have you told him about me?" His bright blue eyes search him curiously for any clues, "What's his name?"
Oh trust me, you already know almost everything about him. Almost "Trunks, would I be going out tonight if I had something going on with someone?"
The lavender haired CEO who has moved from the couch to the stairs. "Fair point." He conceeds only for a moment before saying with a doubtful grin, "...But you had to be convinced."
Goten shakes his head as he follows him up to Trunks' room where the older half is already going through his wardrobe, holding up three shirts, "I will be the first to meet him right? Which one goes better with gold?"
"Really?" Trunks nods and Goten rolls his eyes, "I dont know, the black one." Trunks grins and pulls his current shirt off.
Goten crosses his arms as he watches Trunks meticulously piece an outfit together. "Where are we going?"
Trunks raises a dispproving brow at him before responding, "Somewhere that requires something better than the tank you've worn for three days. So… stop standing around and-"
Goten sighs and kicks through some of the clothes, "Yeah, you always say that but, where? …. Can I wear yours?" He picks up a pair of black jeans holds them up against his waist. "Your clothes are tighter."
He laughs, "Yeah, take whatever you want."
"Still haven't said where we're going."
Trunks rolls his eyes, "We're going to where the youngest hottest billionaire on the planet should be going on a Friday night, 'Ten, obviously."
Goten ends up on the floor struggling to pull the pants over his quads without tearing them, "Ew. Why are we going to someplace your sister goes?" He jokes.
Trunks looks down at him with offense, "Does she run the company? No. She's not the billionaire. And I'm insulted that you think she's the hotter of the the two of us." He mutters quietly buttoning up his shirt. "At best she is the attractive six figure secretary."
"Oh? She's been promoted? I thought she was still listed as an escaped project."
"No" he sighs, "she screamed bloody fucking murder when she found out I did that. Kept screaming until I removed her from it too."
"Doesn't change the facts. She's a science experiment gone horribly wrong."
Trunks watches Goten's continued struggle through the mirror and laughs before giving himself a final appraisal. "Well, who can blame my mother? The results of the first experiment were such a smashing success, I mean look at me." He turns and flexes with a cocky smile. Goten shakes his head and goes to work looking for a shirt that wasn't too obnoxious.
He holds one up that looked promising but was cut awfully narrow when he feels Trunks' energy surge for a moment. Goten spins around only to see an arrogant smirk that would give even Vegeta a run for his money.
"I'm going blonde tonight. Never fails."
Oh so it's going to be one of those nights. He and Pan must be arguing right now. He grins, "Are you sure you can hold super Saiyan all night? You never train."
"What makes you think I don't train? Just because I don't with you, doesn't mean I don't at all. What do you think I do when I'm not working?"
"Well, for one, you're always working, but when you're not it usually sounds like..." he draws out his response to figure out how to press his friend's buttons just the right way "...you're fucking Pan into oblivion."
The purple haired Saiyan's cheeks turn pink and he turns back towards the mirror to hide his embarrassment, "Fuck you, that's just like… sometimes- we're not- it's not serious- 'cause she's a cheating-"
Oh yeah, definitly arguing. "Keep tellin' yourself that." Trunks shoots him a look but doesn't counter. They take off from the balcony moments later with Trunks leading the way. It's ten o'clock sharp when they land in Vegas.
Goten rubs his palm against his face, "fuuuck. We're in for a hell of a night."
Trunks is already walking down the bustling strip, "Are you coming or what?"
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They have worked out a system. Perfected with years of dedication to the art, honed by Saiyan instincts and improved always by their constant practice; a system that has resulted in neither of them ever hearing the word, "No." Unfortunately, Trunks has already had triple the amount of liquor in half the time (must have been a long week) and is now struggling to stick to their usual program. Goten takes one for the team and drinks the two obscenely named drinks the two sisters siting on the rich boy's lap had ordered for him before urging them on to the next venue.
Despite his slurring, Trunks still manages to impress his two guests when he pays the tab. He is no longer blond by the time the four of them leave the third club and Trunks drunkenly convinces the two girls it was 'just the lighting' before heading to a gay bar where he could sober up for a few minutes and Goten could work his own magic. Trunks pushes the dark haired Saiyan off into the crowd of sweating dancing bodies as soon as they enter.
Goten can feel the music in his rib cage. He can smell cigarettes, alcohol, cologne, lust and desperation. The perfect atmosphere. If only he had been feeling it. He finds himself in the midst of the crowd moving to the rhythm. The shirt he had borrowed is torn, then gone, not that it mattered, he looked terrible in blue anyway and he thinks Trunks is right, it really has been too long since the two of them went out and had fun… Not that Vegeta wasn't f-Not what I wanna be thinkin' about right now-
Goten sends ki to his finger tips and quickly amasses a euphoric crowd. The faster he could find a one night stand the faster he could forget about Vegeta. I don't need him. The light disappears from his hands as he walks towards the strongest looking one. He's dripping in sweat, probably on drugs, but it doesn't matter, it might even be a bonus for the mood he was in.
Trunks sees them wander off and takes his cue to whispering into the girls' ear about what kind of night their going to have, they giggle and stumble along with him out the door.
Goten and the short dark haired man who was unlucky enough to be taken in by his dashing Saiyan charm all but crash through the door of an empty hotel room he lies about being his. Mouth on mouth, chest on chest, hips on grinding hips. The door is hardly shut before they're stripped naked. A momentary pause lets Goten know the human is impressed by his hard chiseled physique.
"Wow. We should exchange workouts."
Goten sneers at the remark. I'm not here to talk about training, "Do you like it rough?"
The human laughs nervously, caught a little off guard by the first words to leave Goten's mouth since he laid eyes on him, "I- Yeah, why not, a little? But... nothing crazy."
"I like it... crazy." Goten backs the man toward the bed until he falls into it.
The human’s eyes shift nervously around the room, "Let's... how about we start off slower, and then... we build up to the crazy stuff?"
"...Sure." But Goten doesn't start slow. He's too inebriated. Too out of control. He feels too damn good. And this weak human in front of him isn't going to stop him from having fun. Faster than he can think Goten is crawling over top of him and pulling his legs apart.

The poor human is starting to sense he went home with the wrong guy. "Wait, don't- don't you want me to suck your dick first? or something?"

"No." Goten finds a bottle of oil in a drawer next to the bed and slicks his hand, then his shaft. "Don't worry. I'm in control." He reassures himself before entering as slowly as he can manage.

The human lets out a sigh of pleasure when he feels Goten's hips press impatiently up against him asking him if he was ready, "Shit, you feel- Yeah, you can move now."

Goten tries to start at an agonizingly slow pace. A human pace but he already knows it's not going to be enough.

He keeps thinking about how much better this would be if he could go even a tenth as hard as Vegeta had gone- that had been so- AH! Why am I thinking about Vegeta right now?! Suddenly he is going a lot harder. The human can hardly get a word out and it is still barely enough to satiate Goten’s desire to fuck the way he had been fucked.

"Ah-ah!" Strained sounds start to come out of the mouth he's neglecting and he frowns as he looks down at the human face and body in front of him. He wanted to dominate it. Wanted to do what had been done to him because it had felt so fucking good when-

“I’m switching positions.” He doesn't wait for the other man to say yes. He pulls out and flips him onto his stomach. Goten then grips his hips and pulls them up to his cock and thrusts back in.

"AAh!" That one was pain.

Goten grips hard around his hips and can’t seem to push the thoughts away about how badly he just wanted to let go. He needed to go harder, he needed to go faster, he needed release and this was not as good as- When did fucking become so fucking difficult?! He hears the panting beneath him turn to trying to catch a breath, the moans turn to whines and every time Goten thrusts the protests get louder.

"Sto-"

Goten pushes his palm against the back of his skull so the man's face is in the pillow and all of his complaints become muffled. Goten is losing focus and he can feel the ki inside him which was always restless telling him to go harder and all he can think about is how much better is would be if he was with another Saiyan, no, with V-
"Ah~" except- "Fuck, say my fucking name." The man is almost screaming into the pillow now, his body wracked with physical resistance. He turns his head just enough to gasp out,

"Stop! Stop! Please! I don't even know your name! AAh! St-"

"Goten! My name's Goten, say my name!"

"AAAH, GOTEN! GOTEN! STO-" his voice shuts off into whimpers as orgasm rips through the half Saiyan without warning. He can feel the bones giving slightly beneath his fingers. He can smell the sweat, steam and sex in the room. He comes back to his senses sooner than he would have liked. The first thing he thinks is that he still feels unsatisfied.

He looks at the man beneath him, whose face is streaked with tears. Goten pulls out feeling a tinge of regret, This is why I didn’t want to go out tonight, and starts rooting through his clothes.
"Wh-what are you doing?" the man says between sobs.
Goten throws a small green bean at him. "It was supposed to be for my hangover. Eat it."
The man hesitates and tries to get up but his legs aren't quite working. "Oh my god, oh my- what the- AH! You broke my fucking spine!?" He sobs louder.
Goten's only concern is that he shuts up before someone hears him. "SHh! Fuckin'- just eat it! It will heal you!"
The man hesitantly puts it in his mouth. As he chews, there are several loud pops and a visible realignment of his hips. The pain dissipates. The sobs turn into bewilderment and disbelief.
"Are you going to tell anyone about this?" The man shakes his head. "...Sorry. I- … sorry." Goten finishes pulling his pants on and grabs his shirt. He opens the window and ducks out.
It's five in the morning when Goten finds Trunks covered in... what the fuck is that? Syrup? and at least three women. Goten shakes him awake. Trunks mumbles something indiscernible.
"Hey. Trunks, let's head back."
"What? I was tryynaa..." he trails back into sleep mid sentence
"Trunks, hey, wake up. You have a meeting at noon."
Trunks shoots up, "Oh fuck, you're right." He carefully de-tangles himself from the slender bodies around him. "Sorry ladies" he whispers with a keen smirk. He pulls his jeans on and heads towards the window. "I can't fly right now." He says wobbling with one hand on the wall. "Can we take that cloud thing?"
"Trunks, look at us, I don't even think it would respond if called."
"Damn." Trunks starts to slump over. Goten catches him with ease.
"Easy does it." He throws Trunks' arm over his shoulder and props him up slightly. Then takes off into the air.
He lands awkwardly trying not to let Trunks who is passed out, collapse immediately to the ground.
"We're back already? How was your night?" he slurs.
"Not as good as yours." Actually it was the worst yet.
"Hm." Trunks stumbles forward still using Goten as a steadying block. "I know you don't get along with Bra, but maybe you should talk with her about your problem."
"Yeah? Why's that?" Just let him ramble, he's drunk. Besides, you already know how to fix your 'problem'... it's just not… easy.
"I think she has the same problem." he catches himself from a fall. "She's hada coupla guys try to press charges against her for some craaazzzy shit... do you know how much we've had to pay to keep it outta the media?"
"How much?" The news didn't surprise him. She inherited all of Bulma's beauty and even more of Vegeta's ambition. If she wanted something, she found a way to get it and Goten knew first hand that what she wanted was almost never mutual.
"You really don't wanna know." Trunks suddenly stops and pukes all over the lawn just before reaching the door way. After a few minutes, when it seems he's mostly empty, Goten takes the bold risk of helping him inside. It's still early, hopefully we can- aannnd of course not.
He is standing in front of them in the hallway, coffee in hand, training shorts on, towel around his neck, dripping in sweat. Goten has to refrain from biting his lip. Vegeta stares at them with an unreadable expression and there is no emotion in his voice.
"Trunks." His son struggles to acknowledge him. "Don't you have a meeting soon?" Trunks nods. "Sober up."
Trunks sighs and rolls his eyes as he pushes off of Goten and disappears round a corner.
Vegeta glares hard at Goten before speaking again. "Day after day you manage to be more and more of a disappointment."
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" He quips back angrily.
Vegeta's eyebrows lift up in surprise. He didn't expect a response, just the usual angsty frown. "Tch. It means" you still remind me of him- "if you're not still drunk, you're sparring today." Then he walks past him out the door.
"Yeah? Well," He tilts his head side to side as he mocks in a gruff half decent impersonation, "Day after day you manage to be more and more of a- ... raging jackass!" He finishes only once he was sure Vegeta was out of ear shot.
"Ha ha, yeah... you're fucked." Trunks, who had not made it further than a living room couch, mumbles out.
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Prologue	By : Herpb4uDerp Category: Missing Data > Missing Data Views: 194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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