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Barracks	By : chayron Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16996 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Barracks
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 46-Part 46
- 47-Part 47
- 48-Part 48
- 49-Part 49
- 50-Part 50
- 51-Part 51
- 52-Part 52
- 53-Part 53
- 54-Part 54
- 55-Part 55
- 56-Part 56
- 57-Part 57
- 58-Part 58
- 59-Part 59
- 60-Part 60
- 61-Part 61
- 62-Part 62
- 63-Part 63
- 64-Part 64
- 65-Part 65
- 66-Part 66
- 67-Part 67
- 68-Part 68
- 69-Part 69
- 70-Part 70
- 71-Part 71
- 72-Part 72
- 73-Part 73
- 74-Part 74
- 75-Part 75
- 76-Part 76
- 77-Part 77
- 78-Part 78
- 79-Part 79
- 80-Part 80
- 18
- 19
- 20
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: Alternate Universe. Yaoi (male x male). Goten x Trunks and vice versa. Other pairings.

Barracks

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by quatreofdoom

Part 19

It was about seven o’clock in the evening and Bulma Briefs Vegeta was having dinner at Matilda’s. This was her first experience with the so called officers’ club which was not exactly an officers’ club. From the opposite side of the table, with a somewhat amused smile on his face, the prince was watching his mother’s exploration of the contents of her plate.

“I have eaten worse,” she said defensively, after noticing the look he was giving her. She shuffled a piece of what reminded her of a rat’s snout to the other side of the plate. After that, her fork nipped at a tiny morsel of meat from the miniature haunch. Bulma wanted to put it into her mouth, then she caught the “rat” staring at her forlornly. She lowered her fork back to the plate.

“It has eyeballs,” Bulma whispered.

“They are considered to be the best part,” the shaii noted. “Costs twenty credits each.”

“You’re kidding me…”

“Yeah, I am. Just leave them out,” he said. “They are only decorations. Nobody eats them.”

Bulma gave her son a slightly accusing look. He shrugged.

“Yes, I know I deserved this for ordering the most expensive dish on the menu, but still…a rat?”

“It’s not exactly a rat. It’s one of those near-extinct marsupials living out in the desert. They are very hard to catch, but their meat is soft and juicy. Besides, it’s very nourishing.”

Bulma frowned at her plate. “I’m eating something which is about to become extinct?”

“Yup.”

Bulma lifted the fork to her mouth and pushed the morsel of meat past her lips. “Well, maybe it’s alright, considering it’s so ugly,” she said, chewing.

The prince rolled his eyes and concentrated back on what was on his plate. He had chosen one of the common meals – a steak with cabbage salad and mashed potatoes. He had never been a fussy eater. The dish was well-done and he was eating it with a healthy appetite.

Apart from him and his mother exchanging occasional phrases over the meal, it was silent in the officers’ club. There were sixteen other people, including the royal bodyguards. All of them were watching the royalty while pretending not to.

The prince took a peek at his former mentor. The large, bulky man seemed to be fine, maybe a little older since the last time they had seen each other. His sharp eyes were exploring the club’s visitors. It was no wonder he had been appointed to be the captain of the bodyguard team – he was one of the best soldiers the prince had ever seen. His experience and wisdom were well-known among the Saiyans. In fact, that had been the reason why he had been selected to be a nanny for a five-year-old Saiyan prince.

Ealdira felt he was being watched and his eyes met the prince’s. They exchanged a brief look. The captain nodded, then his attention went to the door where a handful of noisy savars appeared.

“How is he doing?” the prince asked, turning his head back.

“Who?”

With a discreet motion of his head, the prince indicated the captain.

Bulma looked over at the next table. “Oh, Ealdira?” Not certain, she shrugged lightly. “I don’t really know. I haven’t seen him for ages either. But he seems to be doing just fine. These might just be rumors, but I heard his mate is expecting a child; should be due in a few months.” Her eyebrows rose questioningly at the prince’s face. “Why are you so surprised?”

“Uhh…” The shaii reached for a glass of juice and took a few large gulps. He wished there was something stronger in there. “I’m not even sure,” he said after swallowing.

“What? Feeling like you’re getting a younger sister or brother?”

The prince gave her an awkward smile. “Probably something like that.” He noticed that his mother wanted to say something to this, but then changed her mind and continued eating. He wondered how much she knew about their relationship. He wouldn’t be surprised if she knew more than he would have liked her to know.

“Well, how was it?” the prince asked when his mother had pushed her plate away. It was still half-full.

“Actually, it was very good.” She rolled her eyes at the way her son looked at her plate. “You can’t expect me to eat all of it, can you? It’s enough for three of me.”

“Hmm…” the prince drawled thoughtfully. “I was always amazed at how much less Humans eat.”

“Well, we don't make ki-blasts either…” she made several odd moves with her hands, trying to imitate a Saiyan summoning his energy for a ki blast.

“Yes, I know that. It’s just…”

“…Nor do we fly or whatever for that matter.”

“Actually, some Humans can.”

“Those are extremely rare cases, you know.”

“Well, yes,” the prince agreed. He had finished his steak and pushed his plate aside. His gaze found one of the waiters who rushed over to them in an instant.

“Sir?”

“Two glasses of white wine, please. The usual.”

“Of course, sir.”

In a minute, he and Bulma were sipping from their sparkling glasses. Bulma found the wine too dry, but she didn’t say anything to her son, deciding not to let anything ruin this splendid evening. She could see that he was doing fine. He was a little unbalanced as well, but she presumed it must have been her unexpected visit which made him feel that way.

Despite him spending much more time on Vegeta-sei, they had always had a warm relationship. This was probably due to the fact that their characters were similar. Both of them were curious by nature, had a sharp mind, and put all of themselves into their work. Nonetheless, she had always wanted more time with him. But now, seeing him sipping his wine leisurely, she thought that maybe it was alright that she didn't get more time. She probably would have spoiled him.

They rose from their table at about nine o’clock. The bodyguards also shuffled to their feet. Two of them moved forward while the captain and the other two let the royalty pass. While walking past him, the prince’s head leaned towards the captain’s discreetly.

“Eleven o'clock. My room,” he whispered. “216.”

The captain said nothing, falling into step behind them, but the prince knew he would come.

ooOoOoOoo

Wearing a white bathrobe, the shaii appeared from the bathroom. He walked into the room while toweling his hair down. He moved the towel off his face and started at the unexpected sight of a man’s silhouette on his sofa. Then he heaved a sigh of relief, “Oh, it’s you, Ealdira.”

“Yes, the princess dismissed us earlier than expected. I hope you don’t mind?”

The prince shook his head while a pang of suspicion went through him; his mother probably knew. “No, of course I don’t.” He motioned at his cupboard. “There’s some liquor in there. Pour me some as well. Thank you. I’ll get some eats,” he said, walking to the fridge.

Ealdira watched the prince open the fridge, then he left the sofa and walked over to the cupboard. Through the glass doors, he could see a few bottles of red and white wine, half a bottle of brandy, a large bottle of vodka and another one of whiskey.

“Quite a collection you have here,” he said, opening the glass doors. “And all are brands from Earth. I always thought you were not much of a drinker?”

“I’m not. I just bought them for show. You know, in case someone pays me a friendly visit.”

Ealdira picked up the bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. “Doesn’t happen that often, does it?” he said, carrying everything to the round table in front of the sofa.

“No, it doesn’t. Everyone avoids me like the plague,” the shaii muttered somberly. He kicked the fridge shut. He was holding a plate laden with sandwiches. “Sometimes I feel as if I have some contagious disease.”

“Hmm…” Ealdira hummed, pouring the shots. “Want me to give you a speech about your low self-esteem again?” He looked at the plate the prince had set down on the table. The sandwiches were obviously bought, not made by him. The prince had always been useless at preparing meals. Neither was he very interested in them; Ealdira could bet that there was nothing else in the fridge.

“I think I’ve grown out of that. Besides, it doesn’t really bother me.”

“And now you’re lying, Trunks.”

The prince chuckled softly. “A little bit,” he agreed. He pulled the towel off his head and tossed it onto one of the chairs sitting along the wall where it flopped down with a wet smack. He walked over to the sofa and dropped onto it, bouncing a few times. He crossed his legs and leaned against its back comfortably.

Ealdira held out one of the filled shot glasses for him. “You need to learn to relax.”

“I don’t think my title exactly allows that,” the prince muttered, taking the glass. “It’s more about upholding decency and instilling fear in my subjects.”

Ealdira raised his glass to clink with the prince’s. “You can instill fear in me all you want, but I promise that there won’t be much decency tonight,” he assured the shaii with a chuckle.

The younger man gave an amused snort. “If I had wanted decency, I’d have gone and read some poetry with my mom.”

Ealdira laughed. “The word ‘poetry’ doesn’t belong in a decent Saiyan’s vocabulary.”

The prince grinned at him. “True.” He raised his glass, saluted the elder Saiyan, and downed it. Then he grabbed one of the sandwiches from the plate. He waited for Ealdira to empty his glass. “Another one?”

His former mentor shrugged. “Yes, why not.” He watched the prince while he was filling their glasses. His student had grown, his body filling out into that of a mature male. Even though it was hardly discernible and mixed with the scent of soap, the prince’s bodily odor had also shifted into a sharper one. But he hadn’t gotten much taller. Ealdira suspected that the prince had already reached his full growth. He was a little shorter than an average Saiyan. That was such a shame, but there was nothing to be done about it; his mother and father weren’t tall either.

The prince’s longish lavender hair was drying quickly, becoming lighter in color. As if on cue, the younger male brushed it behind his ear so it would not get into his eyes.

The prince’s face didn’t have as sharp of features as the other Saiyans. His face also missed that particular tan other Saiyans had after spending years and years under the scorching sun of Vegeta-sei. Ealdira knew from experience that the prince’s skin was paler and quite sensitive to the sun; there had been a few incidents of blistered skin in his childhood.

Due to his unique heritage, the prince’s looks were seen as exotic. Some Saiyans even called them outrageous. In fact, even if one got used to them, there was also a different mindset to consider. He was less influenced by the stimuli other Saiyans reacted to. Being half-Human, half-Saiyan made him neither and at the same time he was someone who knew both cultures extremely well.

When he was first appointed the task of becoming a mentor to the prince, he had expected to meet an arrogant youngster as most children of prominent elites were. However, when they had met, it appeared that it was nearly the opposite. The five-year-old had been silent and shy, disconcerted by his unusual looks and different way of seeing things. However, he had a never-faltering determination to become a man worthy of the throne. Maybe that determination had been too strong for a child. Maybe it still was, even for a grown man.

Ealdira took the offered shot glass and both of them drank silently, enjoying each other’s company. Once one knew the subtleties of the prince’s character, it was easy to get along with him.

“You seem somewhat desperate,” Ealdira said, lowering his glass to the table. “It’s only my first evening here; we still have four days.” The shaii blushed lightly, which made his former mentor raise his eyebrows.

“A year of abstinence does that to someone,” the prince muttered. He shrugged at the look the elder male gave him. “I don’t want to get involved in anything political and the rest of them here are just too…unprepared for this.”

Ealdira watched him silently, then swung his head from one side to another, sighing. He was actually surprised the prince hadn’t attacked him by this time. “Yes,” he agreed, “that is a wise choice. A relationship like this requires a lot of responsibility.”

The shaii lowered his empty glass to the table and pushed it aside, indicating that he was done drinking. Ealdira, though, not bothering to ask for permission, pulled the bottle closer and poured himself another one. The prince leaned on the table, putting his right elbow on it. His chin found purchase in his palm. Smiling, Ealdira saluted him with his glass. The lavender-haired youth had been admirable as a youngster, and now he was even more stunning as a man.

Ealdira emptied his glass in one gulp, made a face at the burn at the back of his throat and lowered the glass down onto the table. He moved along the sofa to get closer to the shaii who had removed his elbows from the table and was now giving Ealdira all of his attention. Ealdira leaned forward, brushing his lips over the younger man’s.

The prince’s lips were pliant under his, opening and letting him in at once, their tongues meeting; the younger male was desperate for contact. In a few seconds, though, the prince’s mouth turned aggressive. His palms settled on Ealdira’s chest where they started to unbutton his shirt, then slipped under to roam freely, exploring. He pushed at the older male’s chest, flattening him to the back of the sofa.

Ealdira thought about letting the prince do as he wished, but then his hands moved to the younger man’s wrists. The prince suddenly found their positions changed, Ealdira now being the one pressing him into the sofa. He shivered as warm lips pressed to his neck. Ealdira let go of his left wrist to move the fabric of the robe out of his way while his teeth grazed at the shaii’s collarbone.

The prince sighed softly. The attention felt nice but he wanted more and right now he was getting impatient. He pressed his body against Ealdira’s, wishing he had shed his annoying bathrobe earlier. The elder man, though, paid no attention to his insistent hints. Quite the opposite, he was taking things slower and slower.

“Listen, have a little compassion here,” the prince hissed, his breathing ragged. “It’s been a long, boring year. I’m not in the mood for this…crap. I just want a good hard fuck.” He pushed at Ealdira with the intention of changing their positions again. “Ah!” he gasped as the elder male’s hand snuck under his bathrobe to grab him by his balls.

“What’s the rush?” Ealdira chuckled, massaging the handful. “The night is young.” He let go and moved to stroke the already hard length.

The prince’s body tensed in pleasure. “Whatever,” he gasped out. “Just keep doing that.”

Without untying the fluffy belt, Ealdira brushed the bathrobe off the prince’s thighs, freeing a jutting erection. He dropped to his knees in front of the sofa, then grabbed the younger male by his hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the sofa. The shaii’s head thumped against the back of the sofa as Ealdira’s mouth engulfed him. His tail uncoiled off his waist and slithered slowly to droop next to his thigh, the white tip of his tail twitching and curling of its own accord.

The prince wallowed in sensations, soft grunts spilling past his lips. His fingers slid into Ealdira’s short cut hair. It was thick and just the right length for him to hold on onto. He came about a minute later, pulling the older male’s head away from him.

“Mmm… Rather messy,” Ealdira said, wiping at his face with his hand.

“Ti-tissues, there,” the prince pointed, breathless. “Sorry.” Gracelessly, he dropped onto his side, the sofa bouncing. He closed his eyes. “That was good.”

“That was messy and too fast,” Ealdira corrected him, cleaning his face. He carried the tissue box closer to them, then pulled a few of them out and dropped them on the lavender-haired male who was still stretched on his side blissfully, nearly purring. He chuckled at the way the bathrobe was parted around the prince’s waist. It was still tied together by the belt but it was covering nothing, looking absolutely redundant and ridiculous. The prince was better off naked, rather than having his privates hanging out through the gap.

The shaii, meanwhile, had opened his eyes and was staring at what appeared to be the front of Ealdira’s trousers. “That doesn’t look very comfortable,” he said.

“There’s a very quick remedy for that.”

“I hope not too quick,” the prince chuckled, pushing himself upright. He reached out for the elder male’s belt. He caught Ealdira and tugged him closer, making him drop to his knees on the sofa, straddling the prince. The prince’s fingers started working on the belt. He tugged, freeing the buckle tongue. Then he pulled the belt off, tossing it onto the floor.

While the shaii was working on the button and the zipper, Ealdira’s hands reached for the prince’s shoulders. By the time the younger man was done with the zipper, Ealdira had hooked his fingers under the bathrobe. His palms slid down the muscled arms and pushed the robe off the prince’s shoulders, letting it pool down behind the prince’s back. The prince was sprouting a light erection again.

“Damn, it’s good to be young.”

Ealdira grunted as the other man’s hand slid into his pants to pull his cock out. “Where’s the lube and condoms?” he grunted out after a few slow but firm strokes.

“Over there,” the prince pointed at the same cupboard containing the collection of liquor bottles.

Ealdira slid off the prince. He took his pants off, then undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt that hadn’t been undone by the prince. He walked over to the cupboard.

“In the left drawer,” the shaii pointed. He stared at Ealdira’s bare backside while he was retrieving a bottle of lubricant and a pack of condoms.

“Not even unpacked,” Ealdira said, holding out the small packet for the prince to see. He grinned when the prince’s eyes rose to his face belatedly.

“I told you I haven’t gotten any since I started working here.”

“What a waste. But the lube seems to be well-used,” Ealdira shook the bottle. “Not that much left.” He leered at the prince.

The shaii rolled his eyes. “It’s plenty for today. Stop mucking around and come here,” he held out his hand.

Obediently, Ealdira returned to the sofa. While letting his shirt slide off his back, he eyed the sofa, imagining a few possible poses.

“Let’s unfold it,” he suggested.

In a few seconds, they had it unfolded and both of them dropped onto it in a mesh of limbs. At some point, the prince, who had already had his first release, realized that this felt more nostalgic than exciting; they had been sleeping together on and off for the past eight years.

“This is the last time, isn’t it?” he muttered between their kisses.

“Yes,” Ealdira murmured, his lips leaving the prince’s mouth and trailing down his chest.

“I was surprised to hear…”

“Now’s not the time to discuss that,” Ealdira said flatly. His teeth bit down on the prince’s right nipple and – even if the prince had wanted to say something – everything was swallowed by a painful grunt.

“H-hey!” the shaii protested, trying to push Ealdira’s head away. His palm fell away when his former mentor changed tactics, and his tongue flicked over the abused bud. Then Ealdira’s mouth traveled down his chest and stomach, his tongue dipping into the prince’s navel. The prince squirmed, bracing himself for further onslaught, but Ealdira moved on, his interest concentrated on the lower regions. His palm stroked the other man leisurely.

A minute later, Ealdira’s hands found purchase under the shaii’s thighs and lifted them lightly. Getting the drift, the prince lifted and spread them, planting his feet on the mattress. The elder man looked around for the packet of condoms and the lubricant. He found the packet on the other side of the bed and, shredding it open impatiently, he pulled out the garland and tore one piece off. Then he picked up the lubricant.

The shaii moved to his hands and knees while Ealdira was putting the condom on. He felt the sofa shift and then a hand landed on his ass. He shivered and his arms felt weak when the elder man’s hand wrapped around the base of his tail. He bit back a moan and arched as the hand slid over the fur. But the hand only moved the tail out of the way carefully. Slick fingers slid down his crevice, then settled down on rubbing around his anus.

Spreading his legs wider, the shaii licked his lips impatiently. He tensed instinctively as the fingers breached him. It took a few seconds for him to relax, then the digits moved deeper into him. They slowly pushed in and out a few times. The shaii tensed, a few sparks of heat shooting down his groin.

Ealdira rubbed at the spongy nub a bit more, eliciting soft grunts of pleasure from the younger man. Deciding that was enough preparation, he pulled his fingers out and, positioning himself, took a hold of the shaii’s hip.

The muscles in the prince’s back strained as Ealdira pushed into him. Vaguely, he felt Ealdira’s right hand settle on his other hip. It was slippery. He shivered at the feeling. The prince’s forehead dropped onto the sofa. He groaned softly when the elder male had stopped pushing finally, now fully sheathed inside him.

Ealdira started thrusting slowly. At first, even though he had made sure that there was enough lubrication, the prince still flinched a few times. The younger man really hadn’t been using this part of his body. Smiling lightly, Ealdira leaned over the shaii's smooth back to plant a few soothing kisses along it. He thought about making a bit of small talk to distract the prince, but then decided against it.

He rocked unhurriedly, letting the other male adjust to him. He increased the pace when the prince became more active, starting to meet his thrusts.

They rocked in unison, Ealdira grunting, the prince gasping with every thrust. Ealdira soon felt he was going to come. His hand snuck around the prince’s waist to grab his cock and start pumping it in tune with his thrusts. His hips now were slamming against the prince’s. The prince’s spine arched, his thighs spreading further apart.

“Oh gods, yes,” he groaned, his senses overloaded, not sure whether to push back onto the pleasuring cock or forward into the gratifying fist. “Yes!”

“I’m… ‘m going gh-…”

“Ti-ssues! T-tissues!”

It took Ealdira an enormous amount of self-restraint to look behind him. Through his blurry vision, he spotted the box of tissues to his left. He let go of the other male’s cock, grabbed the box and shoved it under the prince who hurriedly pulled a handful of tissues out of it.

The prince came first with a strangled groan, pushing back onto Ealdira as far as he could go. Ealdira followed him by just a few seconds.

Exhausted, both of them dropped onto the sofa. A minute later, the prince shifted. He dropped the soiled tissues onto the floor.

“Hey, you’re heavy.”

Ealdira rolled off of him and laid down on his back. He took the condom off and tied a knot. He dangled it in the air, not sure where to put it. The prince turned over on his stomach, then took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He heard a wet flop somewhere in the general direction of the bin.

“The bedding is in that box,” the shaii indicated with his head towards a large wooden box in the corner of the room. “I don’t think you’ll be walking back to your room now, will you?”

“I certainly should,” Ealdira said, rising and walking over to the box, “but I won’t.”

The prince propped his head on his elbows to give his former mentor’s backside a grateful look. “Thanks. For everything. Really.”

“Let’s not get too sentimental, shall we?” Ealdira said, picking up the blankets and pillows. He gave the prince a look. “These come in twos here?”

“No, but never did I imagine that I wouldn’t have a lay for a whole year.”

Ealdira chuckled lightly, then dropped the bedding onto the prince. “Here, sort this out.”

The lavender-haired man gave another sigh and slid off the sofa. He put the sheet on, dropped the pillows at one end of the sofa, threw the blankets in the middle, and was back on the sofa in a few seconds.

“You’ve gotten efficient while I wasn’t looking,” Ealdira complained, sitting down on the sofa.

The shaii ignored this and rolled over onto his stomach again. He fluffed one pillow and stuck it under his head. He closed his eyes. Damn, the feeling was good.

Ealdira’s palm slid over the prince’s smooth and relaxed back. The prince hummed softly, appreciating the closeness. Ealdira brushed the lavender hair off the prince’s shoulder, then kissed it. “You grew up into a fine man,” he said.

The prince snickered softly into the pillow.

Ealdira sighed. “I see that you still don’t know how to accept compliments.”

It was silent in the room for a few seconds, then the prince shifted, crossing his arms on the pillow and leaning his head on them. He stared at the speckled sofa pattern before his eyes, which was not covered by the sheet.

“Someone has recently said that he likes my scent.”

The captain looked at the back of the lavender head. He wondered what exactly the words meant. He could not gauge the expression on the prince’s face this way, but the body language was as good an indication as any.

“You like him.”

“Mmm… Yes,” the shaii answered honestly.

And yet the prince was here in bed with him. A few alarm bells rang in Eldira’s head. He did not think the prince would be too shy to approach the man and could not think of many reasons for him to reject the prince.

“He already has a steady partner, or is he…a second-class?” He was giving the back of the prince's head a questioning look. There was no answer, but the muscles on the prince’s back had tensed. Ealdira waited for the prince to break the silence, but no words came. He sighed. “Really, a second-class? Trunks, this is…” He shook his head, then moved to sit closer to the other man. Now he could see the prince’s face. “This might escalate into a scandal if you are not careful.”

The prince laughed softly. A little surprised, Ealdira gave him an awkward smile. The prince raised his head to look him in the face. He brushed a few lavender strands of hair out of his eyes.

“You’re too serious about this. It will never come to that.”

Ealdira watched him with knowing eyes. “I think it is serious. You wouldn’t have mentioned him otherwise. You do want him. Either for sex or company or both, but you do want him. Is the feeling mutual?”

The prince looked discontent with his questions and Ealdira thought the conversation would end here.

The prince frowned at him, then lowered his head back onto the pillow. He knew Goten’s head was filled with thoughts about his brother’s death, vengeance, confusion, Ario and Toharu, elites, third-classes, his studies and other things, leaving no space for anything else. “I’m not sure. Besides, it’s just… It’s simply ridiculous!”

Ealdira reached out to brush a lavender strand off the younger man’s face. “Is it?” He continued, his palm sliding over the lavender head and then settling on a pale shoulder. “Is that how you really feel about the entire situation?”

“I feel…lost. This should not be happening,” the shaii admitted. Then he remembered overhearing a few savars talking about how Goten’s two friends were contesting for him openly. “And annoyed,” he added. “I definitely feel annoyed.”

“I see. What will you do if it appears that your feelings are mutual?”

The prince’s blue eyes snapped at him. “Nothing! I will do absolutely nothing and let’s just leave it at that!”

Taken aback by the sheer amount of displeasure in the prince’s voice, Ealdira nodded. “Alright.” He cuffed the prince over the back of his head. “And don’t you speak to me in that tone!”

“Ouch! Hey!”

“Spoiled brat,” Ealdira said fondly, ruffling through the lavender hair. He stroked it a few times, then removed his hand and continued watching the steady rise and fall of the prince’s back and shoulders. The younger male had already drifted off to sleep.

Ealdira stood up carefully and went to the fridge. He opened it only to find that he had been right and there was nothing inside it; Except for a bottle of water, it was empty. Sighing, he returned to the bed where he unfolded the blankets and threw one over the prince and another over himself.

He was hungry. Little selfish brat. Not so little anymore, in fact. Trunks had become a powerful man and was a high ranking warrior. He had fallen in love as well. Ealdira heaved a sigh. It didn’t seem that the object of the prince’s affection was aware of that and if he was…he had to commend the man. There were a lot of those who went through life on their hands and knees with their asses raised in the air. The problem with that was that, in such a position, it was impossible to keep one’s head high. Eldara had to admit that he was curious about this particular specimen the prince was so attracted to.

ooOoOoOoo

“So what do you want for your birthday present?”

The shaii raised his head to look at his mother. “I believe your arrival is the best present I could’ve expected,” he said giving her his best diplomatic smile.

Bulma’s fingers tapped on the desk before her. “Riiight,” she hummed cheerfully. “Now, you do know that my birthday is also in less than two months?”

“Yes, of course,” the prince nodded, happy that she had not asked when; he had no idea. Nonetheless, he was becoming suspicious of this sudden turn in the conversation.

“Now, do you know what would be the best present for your dear mommy?”

“Uhh…” the prince drawled. He knew, he really knew, but no one could make him say it.

Bulma put her hands together and crossed her fingers. She looked at her grimacing son. “A grandchild, Trunks, a grandchild,” she prompted.

“Oh gods,” the shaii groaned loudly. “This again? I don’t want children! Not yet anyway. Let’s talk about this in ten years’ time?”

“Trunks, let’s face it, you’re never going to be ready. It’s now or never. Do you currently have a steady partner?”

“Well…no.”

“See? So why not now? It will be difficult when you do find one. Trunks, speaking in Earth terms, you’re gay. This was one of the reasons why you were never very fond of Earth and would rather stay on Vegeta-sei. Nobody here discriminates against gay people. Almost everyone here is bisexual. Your father, your grandfather, nearly everyone. Saiyans fuck anything that has a hole. It’s a paradise for you!”

The shaii now was giving his mother a somewhat disgusted and skeptical look. “In fact, that has very little to do with why I prefer Vegeta-sei.”

Bulma rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you are the descendant of the Vegeta House and your priority is the Saiyan Empire, sure. You have a rank and everything here, but c’mon, Trunks. I know you don’t feel at home here. I remember you telling me once that a lot of what Saiyans do seems strange in your mind. 'A completely different world.' Those were your words, Trunks.”

“That was a long time ago, Mother. Besides, it’s not like I feel at home on Earth. People there stare at me like I’m a freak.”

“Ah, that is just because of your tail. You can just cut it off.”

For a moment, the prince looked horrified. “What the hell are you saying?” he choked out, his tail wrapping around his waist protectively. “It’s like…like…”

“…cutting your penis off?”

“Mother!”

“Yes, yes, I know. Your father reacted the same way when I suggested it. I was warned not to touch yours or anyone else’s tail under any circumstances.” She smiled lightly. “Well, except for h-”

“Mom,” the prince raised his hand warningly, “I really don’t want to be having this conversation.”

“Yes, yes, I’d rather be having one about your future children.”

“Mother, if you don’t stop this now, I’ll make sure not to give you grandchildren. Ever,” the prince threatened.

Bulma sighed. “It’s not that I find this funny, believe me. I’m a little…”

The prince watched his mother silently. She had always wanted more children, he knew that. Only her body could not give them to her. She shouldn’t have had a half-Saiyan baby. She had nearly died at the time, and the damage had been long-lasting. This was also one of the reasons that he felt a little awkward around her. At times like these when he felt pressured and manipulated, he wanted to give in because he felt guilty.

“Yes, I understand your wishes,” the shaii conceded to acknowledging her longing, “but I am not ready.”

“I hope you find a Saiyan male lover. It would be difficult to have this kind of a relationship triangle with someone from Earth.” She sighed at the look of confusion on her son’s face. “Your partner will be a man and then you'll need a woman to give birth to my grandson. A man from Earth might have some trouble with that kind of arrangement.”

The prince gave her a look balancing between resigned disinterest and annoyance. “Look around. Do you see any Earthlings here?”

“Can be arranged,” Bulma said cheerfully. “As long as I have a grandchild.”

“Doesn’t it disturb you, all these talks about my sexuality and me having sex? I’m absolutely certain that any other m-”

“Sweetheart, I don’t care about your sexuality. I just want a grandson.”

The shaii sighed. “I don’t think we’ll get anywhere with this.”

ooOoOoOoo

During the past three days, Goten had been doing a lot of thinking. About what his father had to say about his anomalous power, about the whole mystery of him getting into the school and about that old man on the edge of the world. He knew he could not reach any conclusions from the little information that he knew. Nonetheless, his mind could not stop going round and round over the dozens of questions that he had.

He didn’t have those dreams with the pool and edge of the world anymore. Probably the “old man” was afraid to come because he felt he would be seriously interrogated. On the other hand, Goten knew from experience that while dreaming, he perceived his surroundings quite differently and might just forget to ask questions.

It had been shocking to realize that, what he had thought was only in his head alone, was… He had no idea what it was. Another curious fact was that his father had been talking about some old man while he had only seen Gohan in those dreams. This convinced him that the “Gohan” he was seeing wasn’t really his brother at all. Who the hell was he and what was “the end of the world”?

The only thing he was sure of was that his attempts to answer these questions only gave birth to even more questions. He was starting to feel that if he came up with any more, his forehead would split in half. He decided that this was a good time to pay a visit to Matilda’s.

Recently, just as he had promised his friends, his visits to the club were rare. He had finally finished his nightly kitchen duty and caught up with his studies. He would have progressed even further but for the current stress – not only didn’t it let him concentrate, it also robbed him off his sleep.

Goten left his barracks and headed for Matilda’s. His eyes found his friends at the end of the officers’ club as soon as he entered. First, he went to the counter to get some beer. Once he was holding his mug in his hand, he headed towards his company.

“…seen that tall bulky man among the princess’s bodyguards?” Toharu’s questioning voice wafted over the table where his friends were enjoying their drinks.

“All of them are tall and bulky,” Kyon said.

“You mean the captain?” Ranvera specified.

“Yes, yes, that one. So remember when we went to Matilda’s two days ago and saw the bunch of them here? And just before they left, I saw our shaii whisper something into the captain's ear? Sure enough, he went to the headquarters later that night. And guess when he left? At six! At six in the morning!”

“No way!”

Ario shook his head. “Oh c’mon, I heard he worked as the prince’s mentor since he was a five-year-old brat!”

“You naive idiot… He’s fucking the prince!” Toharu snorted. “What a brilliant way to serve the Saiyan Empire! He’s practically fucking it!

“What?” Toharu snapped at Kyon who had been trying to get his attention for a few seconds by tugging at his sleeve.

Behind Toharu, Goten cleared his throat. “I’d be very interested to hear the rest of the details of your marvelous theory,” he said, setting his mug down with a loud thump.

“Aw man!” Toharu groaned. “Me and my damn mouth!”

TBC
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