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Slash. Au
(Very, Very AU) Probably humor.
Definitely sex. In fact the
title is a reference to sex.

Note: If you
haven�t read Hormone Therapy (YOU SHOULD HAVE) then this might be a bit
confusing for you. It would be in your
best interest to go read it.

& Of course:

I
don�t own DBZ, or all of my deranged fantasies would come true and the show
would be banned from public TV.

~~~~**

After
feeding the troublesome two, watching them get into a fist fight over who was
going to watch the dishes, and then watching Vegeta sulk because Goten had
managed to get in the final punch that won the match, and then having his
Mother yell at the three of them about how hard it was to keep the building
from collapsing without them assisting in the process, he found himself sitting
on his bed, in his room, with Goten perusing his collection of old books. They were mostly tattered. Mostly stuff he found in the rubble. Every so often the boy would mumble
something and shake his head.

n stn style='font-size:10.0pt;
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Trunks
had the strangest suspicion that the boy was not in here to look through his
books. He�d felt it every second since
Goten had come back, thrown his arm around Trunks� shoulder and started to
talk. He could sense it. Smell it.
And he fought with himself.
Because he knew what it was about.
Sex. And he wasn�t sure he was
ready to make a decision like that. At
the same time, he realized that there probably wasn�t much of a decision to
make.

Goten
turned to look at him. Coal black eyes,
smile, and he crossed the room, sat on the bed next to Trunks. �You should know I am not the world�s most
tactful Saiyan. So, I�m just going to
say it: I want to fuck you.�

Wow,
suddenly, fighting the androids seemed like a walk in the park. Fighting seemed like the most interestingly
fun thing in the entire world. He
stared at his hands, felt everything inside of him perk up, felt his face color
red, and his blood all rushing downward to certain nether extremities. That word.
Fuck. Oh, that was a very good
word. Something he never considered
doing, because the only person (beside his mother) he had ever really known was
Gohan, and he was like his father or his brother more than someone he would
want to� You know, that word. Fuck.
But Goten was closer to his age, definitely not a role model of any
sort, and here he was, just at his side, radiating heat and power and he wanted
Trunks.

Immediate
reaction quashed, Trunks looked at the boy, frowned at him. �Well, that�s great, Goten. You going to leave again after you get
finished, or should I be expecting you to stick around and get your fill of
fucking me?� Anger boiled up in
him. More anger than lust, and he
resented the implication. He�d spent
his whole damn life watching people die, and this brat from another time came
to tell him that he wanted to fuck him.
�Or is it some sort of payment plan?
You and Vegeta will kill the androids if I play your whore?�

There
was a little snort. �Hardly,� was the
response. �You�re over reacting.�

�Well
excuse the hell out of me. I�m not the
one that comes into your time and tells you I want to fuck! So I think I have the right to overreact!�

�Am
I supposed to say something now that will make you feel better? Get over it, Trunks,� Goten said, �I�m not
asking you to be my boyfriend. I just
want to mess around. You can hate me
all you want. And go back to your
pouting when we�re done.� He stood up.

Trunks
moved away from him. Stared at him in
absolute disbelief. �Great, now I�m a
one-night? Makes me all proud that the
great Goten has descended from his pillar of greatness to bother with a poor
little boy like me.� And it was then
that he was punched in the face. And he
fell back, got caught by the hair of his head, tossed onto the bed, tried to
struggle, but hands grabbed his wrists and he looked up at the smirking
face.

�You
are assuming things that I never said.
So we will start way back at the beginning of this conversation. I want to fuck you.�

�Oh. Please.
Stop the romancing,� Trunks sneered.
He tried to wiggle his way out from under the slightly shorter Saiyan,
found that instead of freeing his legs he had parted them, and Goten had
settled between them, pressing their hips tight together and reminding Trunks
that while he was pissed off, he was also turned on.

�I
could treat you like a woman,� Goten said, his hot breath against Trunks� skin,
and his eyes were darker and more intense by the second. �But I think we�re both smarter than
that. We�re Saiyan, Trunks. I grew up with Saiyans, and you have my
solemn word that nothing comes before fighting, fucking and food.� He bent closer, nuzzled the skin under
him. �I fought with �Geta to get him to
come back here. I missed you.� Then he pulled back. �And I�d help you defeat the androids even
if you told me to go screw a cow.�

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>~~~**

Vegeta
watched his brother go up those stairs, watched him turn and give him the
finger�brat�and then run after the ass of his obsession. Crossed his arms over his chest, hned,
disliked the whole establishment. Then
Bulma came into the living room, yawned and sank down into a chair, put her
feet on the coffee table and let her head drop back.

He
couldn�t stand this world. It was all
gray and burning. Nothing had ever gone
right for these people and now he was going to have stay and play nursemaid,
clean up their damn mess all because of his brother�s big mouth telling their
parents about it. He thought of all the
things he didn�t tell his parents. Of
all the wortheythey had gone to, all the alternate endings. And this was the one he was stuck with. Because this was the one that Goten liked so
much. Always a fucking visionary. Always seeing the best side of
everything. Always trying to find out
new reasons for everything. Idiot. The world existed like it did. No reason.

He
felt the black mood descending over him.
Wondered if he could round up all the Dragon balls and wish the Saiyans
back to life. Not that it would make a
great difference in this w. Then
that smell started to drift down the stairs.
He listened with his expert hearing, but didn�t care what was said. Trunks was reacting like an offended
virgin. Which he was, Vegeta thought,
because that kid had probably never even masturbated. Probably wouldn�t even know how to do it. Vegeta shook the thoughts out of his head
and looked at Bulma.

�Please
go tell them to shut up,� she said.

Vegeta
raised an eyebrow. Thought about doing
exactly as she asked. Wondered what
sort of position he�d find his brother in.
Thought about the all-out Super Saiyan style battle that would
yield. Probably wasn�t worth it. So he cleared his throat, shifted on his
feet, and said: �I probably shouldn�t interrupt them.�

�Some
people need to sleep,� Bulma said.

Vegeta
stifled the immediate, yeah, and some people need to fuck, response,
because while his mother would have laughed his ass off at that, Bulma would
probably start screeching about her pretty son�s innocence. Which was a moot point, because no Saiyan is
ever innocent. They were naughty from
the day they were born.

Ah� That brought back some of his favorite
memories. Like when he and Goten
figured out a way to dye the water and change all humans a lovely shade of
puce. And the time they had drank that
anti-freeze to see if they could go pee on the north pole without it freezing. Of course, that had ended with their parents
making them stay on a floating iceberg for a whole day, and puking up
anti-freeze while you�re freezing your ass off was certainly not as
entertaining as it has seemed.

He
looked at his hand. There was a ring of
little scars�teeth�from the time he and Goten had given Krillin and Piccolo
drugged brownies. The alien hadn�t
reacted quite as funnily as Krillin had, and Goten had fought Vegeta for three
hours to convince him they should fess up about it. It had been the bite that finally made Vegeta give in. And cleaning up green-alien puke hadn�t been
funny either. Giving their mother hair
dye instead of shampoo had been hilarious, because Mom had to walk around for
two weeks with pink hair.

Then
the noise changed upstairs, and he moved away from the stairs, had no interest
in listening to Trunks cry out about how great his brother was. Goten was a noisy annoyance, but when he was
concentrated on something, there was never a squeak from the brat. He patted Bulma�s shoulder, �You should
probably just get earplugs,� and then he left the building, to stand outside
and look out over the terrain.

Tomorrow
they would start the fight. And as much as Vegeta hated the thought of just
helping out whoever needed them, he could not fight his parents� direct command. This was now his battle until it was
finished.

~~~~***

Goten
did beg, as he said he would, but not with words. Words were for humans. He
put his mouth to better uses. Let
Trunks pull his shirt off, smiled when the cool air from the evening blew in,
made the boy under him shiver. Oh, what
a pretty little virgin. He kissed
him. For the first time ever. Bruised the pretty lips, sucked in the cry
that came from him. Pushed his mouth
open and pressed their tongues together, waited, patiently, until Trunks moved
under him, kissed back, sucked on honguongue, licked him. Then he moved away, pressed handhands flat
against the skin under him, ran up and down, making the boy shiver. Truhad had never been touched by anyone that
wasn�t hurting him or healing him. He
didn�t understand this sort of touch, this kind that was meant just to feel
good. So Goten could teach him. Give him a proper education. Maybe a long one. He dipped his head down, sucked on a nipple, felt the buck of
hips against his. Thought that those
jeans really needed to go. Skin felt
much better. And he moved farther down,
hooked fingers in the belt loops, pulled them down, kissed the navel, the line
of freshly exposed skin, smelled the arousal, felt the hips against his chest,
pushing up against him. Helplessly,
mindlessly.

He
used his teeth to undo the pants, pulled them all the way down, took a second
to be pleased Trunks hadn�t worn anything under, and followed the pants down
those long legs, pulled the shoes off, ran hands up the cal the the thighs, all
the way up to the juncture of leg and hip, pressed his fingers into that
sensitive skin, looked at the erection, smiled at the poor dear.

Pulled
away from him for a moment�the time necessary to toe off his own shoes and get
his own pants out of the way. And then
he was right back between those thighs, kissing those lips again. Feeling the tongue against his lips, feeling
the bucking, the urgency in it.
Apparently this night would just be an appetizer. The main course must wait. So he pulled his mouth back, gave Trunks
another look. Then moved his hands to
massage those shoulders, felt the tension that would break him.

Moved
down, kissed the sharp points of the hipbones.
Sucked on them, felt the legs jerking against his side. Then he moved to the erection, licked it
like a frozen treat, and heard the scream, felt it as it rolled out of
Trunks. Thought that maybe that was too
soon for that. His poor, delicate
virgin sense couldn�t handle it. But
then fingers twisted tight in his hair and he let himself be moved back to the
erection. Opened his mouth and started
to hum as Trunks pushed up into his mouth.
Which was fine. He didn�t mind.

Listened
to the boy jerk and moan and cry out.
Ran his hands up and down the bare si the the thighs around his
head. Kneaded the muscles, wondered
what he would do when they got to the main part of the event. Not tonight, because he doubted Trunks would
even survive the blow job. Poor little
virgin would probably black out. He moved
his hands down, under the body, squeezed the ass that started it all.

Felt
the orgasm before it happened, and drank it all down. Pulled back, looked at the demi-Saiyan. Yep. He was right. Out like a light. Completely lax, and deeply asleep for probably the first time
ever. Goten shook his head, kissed
Trunks� cheek and got off the bed, tossed the blanket over his body, pulled on
his pants�spared a moment to regretfully look at his neglected erection�and went
to find his brother.

The
Royal Pain in the Ass was probably sulking somewhere. And while Goten thought it might be good to be there when Trunks
woke up, he had to deal with the waves of dissension he could feel from his
brother.

~~~~~~~~~~***

You
know you want to Review1 You know you
do!

Trunks: I am
not an offended virgin!

Goten: Not anymore, anyway.

Lil�geta:
Please refrain from discussing your sex life around me.

Goten:
Why? Because you don�t have one?

Trunks: Why
did I have to fall asleep?

Lil�Geta: Be
quiet, we�re trying to fight here!

Goten: Leave
him out of it.

Lil�Geta: *
attacks brother *

Aren�t they all sweeties?

Getarian:

Thanks
for reading it and reviewing. I wanted
to write the story, but I didn�t figure anyone would even look at it. So thank you so much!

Jaygoose:

Ah. Getting the pants off Trunks was the easy
part, I assure you. The rest of the
seduction will be more difficult.

Mechanical Butterfly:

I don�t
generally read anything that has original characters as the main part of the
story, so I know how you feel. But
*sigh * I really liked the twins, so I
decided I�d give then a chance to show their stuff. Thank you for reading it and for reviewing.
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