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Desecretion: Continuations	By : Nelfie14 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello you bastards, I use that term lovingly btw. It's been a while. Too long in fact, so I must apologize for my absence. To make up for it, here's somewhat of a long chapter.

mj11490 - Thanks for the review. I love Goku/Trunks, dunno why? but then again any Son with Vegeta is awesomeness as well. You don't see enough of those two, I wish there were more stories of them together.

Warnings: Language, some sexual content I guess, and the fluffiness...oh god the fluffiness...

Vegeta had watched the whole thing from the darkened hallway. The darkness shrouded his figure and he surpressed his Ki to remain unnoticed.

He expected his brat to take Kakarot again, he didn't expect the boy to be so caring toward the pathetic fool.

He wanted humiliation, not this sickening tenderness. All the times HE took Kakarot he never allowed the man pleasure. Now here was his own son giving it to him freely...lovingly.

Then he heard it. If not for his Saiyan hearing it would have gone unnoticed.

Rage filled the Prince.

'How dare he call his name like that!' He thought. He was not supposed to enjoy this. He was supposed to feel worthless and used, he should not have taken any pleasure in it.

He continued to watch however as his son came for the second time in the hated idiot.

His expression said it all. He was in love with the third class piece of shit.

Vegeta had enough of the sight, he spun angrily and left the area.

'How could his own son love that trash?!' He figured he had too much of his mother in him, thus corrupting his only son. Though he should have known, Trunks was all too eager to participate.

Oh he knew of his sons' preferences. The way his eyes lit up when he suggested it should have given him away. Now his brat had pulled the bastard back when he was so close to breaking him.

Given these new circumstances the plan to destroy the other man would need to be altered. So he left the two there to contemplate his next course of actions.

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Trunks awoke sometime later, and from the look on the clock it was about half an hour since he collapsed on top of the other man.

Compared to the other things in the room, the clock was strangely out of place. That was the least of the things on his mind at the moment.

First, it was cold in the room. Second, the position Goku had been kept in could not be comfortable. Lastly, he was hungry and was sure the older man could use something to eat as well.

So he slowly and carefully pulled himself from the unconscious man. Goku stirring slightly from the loss of heat, but he never regained consciousness.

Trunks stared at the man and watched as a mixture of bodily fluids seeped from him. He would have to get him cleaned up, but first he would have to release his binds.

Trunks walked to the front of the table and carefully undid the ki bonds that held down the older man. As he did so he noticed the expression on his face.

Sorrow.

It was the only word to come to mind. How could his father not love this man? How could he want to destroy this wonderfully kind gentle caring benevolent being? This man with so much beauty.

Had his fathers pride been wounded so deeply that it twisted him to treat the one person to love EVERY part of him unconditionally, like he was less than scum?

How he wish Goku could feel that way about him. Love HIM like that. Trunks was determined to change that.

He would show Goku the love he deserved and in time maybe, just maybe, Goku could feel the same way too.

With that in mind Trunks cradled the larger man in his arms, walked into the darkened hallway towards the stairs that led out of the basement.

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Goku had awoke sometime later to the smell of food. His stomach loudly announcing its need to be filled, as the delicious odours filled his nose.

Whatever was being made smelled delicious and for a moment he laid on the bed forgetting the previous events of the day. His eyes were on the white ceiling, the suns rays peeking through the curtains.

His stomach rumbled again. If he was going to quiet it down he would ahve to remove himself from the comfort and warmth of the bed.

As much as he would just love to lie there, his stomach would have none of that. So he sat up slowly expecting to feel the pain he was accustomed too after one of Vegeta's sessions.

The only discomforts however, were the dull aches in his wrists and ankles along with a slight sting in his bottom.

The pain in his heart trumped these hundredfold. For the first time he felt he would not be able to reach Vegeta. That had hurt far worse than anything the Prince had done to him physically before.

He sat on the edge of the bed, deep in thought when he realized he was free of the usual stickiness.

'Trunks.' He thought.

The young man must have tended to him while he was out. There was even a fresh gi across the room sitting on a chair. He had to smile slightly. Trunks could be arrogant at times like his father, but he had a deep seeded kindness in him like his mother. A kindness Vegeta would never reveal.

Then the words Trunks spoke echoed in his mind.

'I will not intentionally hurt you.'

'I've wanted you for so long...'

'You are beautiful...'

No one had ever spoken to him like that. They treated him like a simpleton, and yet Trunks spoke to him with real emotion. Like a person.

He called him beautiful.

Not one person, let alone Vegeta, had described him as such. He was always handsome, ruggedly good looking, but he never understood exactly what it meant. He knew beautiful, and that's what Trunks had described him as.

Beautiful.

He knew women were beautiful. Chi Chi was. Nature could be beautiful. He wondered now just how much Trunks could care for him.

Could this be another part of Vegeta's twisted plan? No. Trunks was not raised that way. Sure he was a bit egotistical, and a tad vain, but he was kind and caring at heart.

He would trust in that. But he needed to let Trunks know that his own heart lay with his father. He needed to tell him that even though he cared for Trunks he love his as a friend, nothing more.

So he walked over and pulled on his clothes, and set off to tell the young man that nothing could ever come of the two of them.

He left the room, entered the hallway and down the flight of stairs. His bare feet padding lightly on the dark hard wood floors until he made his way through the dining room into the large kitchen.

He found Trunks standing at the stove finishing off a large skillet of what appeared to be scrambled eggs.

Goku knew Trunks knew he was there, and without missing a beat placed the huge pile of eggs into a bowl. He finally turned around and gave Goku the warmest smile he could.

"Look," Trunks began. "Before you say anything I want us to eat first. I know you must be hungry, so before what ever we say what ever it is that needs to be said; lets just enjoy a nice breakfast together alright?" He suggested to the older man.

Goku looked at the younger man, then to the food laid out before him. Trunks must have been up for a while because there were pancakes, toast, bacon and sausage, fresh cut fruit, and what appeared to be freshly squeezed orange juice.

It felt strange to be shown such a kindness after what had taken place. Vegeta would have kicked him out right after and laughed in his face.

Goku looked from the food back up to Trunks. There was a spark of hope in his eyes, and Goku could not disappoint the young man after he went through all the trouble of cooking.

Deciding to stay he let a small smile grace his lips before he answered.

"Alright." He whispered quietly.

"Great!" Trunks replied enthusiastically, looking more like a young boy than the man he had become.

Trunks picked up the platter of pancakes and tray filled with toast.

"Can you grab the eggs, and juice for me Goku?" He asked politely before taking the items to the dining room.

The area was small, well smaller than the one at CC, but the table would hold the mountain of food Trunks had prepared. The oak table was set by the window and a gentle summer breeze lightly blew the white lace curtains.

It was almost cliche. The little cabin nestled into the picturesque mountainside. It puzzled Goku immensely why Vegeta had such a place. It hardly suited his personality, and as far as he knew Trunks was the only person, aside from himself and Vegeta to visit the place.

Unless it was Bulma...

That thought stung. Vegeta and Bulma had been over for a long while but the thought of the two sneaking off to have a romantic getaway here in this place.

That probably wasn't the case. Bulma ended it shortly after Bra was born. She still loved him immensely but even after Buu when he seemed to open up a bit, he was still cold towards them. She didn't question if he loved them, especially since Bra had him wrapped around her little finger, but everyone deserves to be loved how they want to be loved. Vegeta couldn't do that though.

His reply to when she ended it?

"Feh, whatever Woman." And that was the end of it. That was over a decade ago, Bulma had found someoen else and Vegeta...well he was still Vegeta. He had other things to occupy his time.

Goku was broken free of his reverie by Trunks calling to him.

"Goku...I asked if you would like some syrup for the pancakes?" Trunks grinned lightly holding up the syrup dispensor.

"Oh, yeah sure, sorry Trunks I was off in my own world for a bit." He smirked sheepishly at the purple haired young demi. He took the dispensor and poured out the sticky amber substance over the fluffy pancakes like a waterfall.

Goku chewed happily as the flavours danced on his tongue. The salty butteriness mixing with the soft fluffy sponge coated with the sweet maple syrop(damn...i want pancakes now.).

He finished the whole stack in less than four bites. Trunks really was an exceptional cook. Chi Chi's pancakes were never this good, and when he tried to make them it was a disaster...

He moaned his delight as he rubbed his tummy, but quickly remember the other foods that had been prepared. When he opened his eyes he saw Trunks spooning most of the eggs onto his plate smiling at him. He pushed the toast closer to Goku as well, as if to silently say "Go ahead."

Goku nodded his thanks and took hold of the newly finished plate. This time he didn't inhale but rather took his time to really enjoy it. So they both sat there in companionable silence, enjoying a delicious breakfast.

The silence seemed to stretch on after they finished, and put the dishes into the washer. Goku wanted to tell Trunks how he felt but he was cut off by the young man speaking first.

"I wasn't lying." He started, and Goku just stared back at him in confusion. "About what I said before."

Goku hung his head, he knew where this was going.

"Trunks I-I" He began but was interrupted by Trunks again.

"I know what you're going to say, and I'm an adult now Goku. My choices are my own. I'm smarter than most and a hell of a lot more mature than people my own age." He concluded, determination, stubbornness and conviction set on his face. Things inherited from both his parents.

"It's not that Trunks, I mean thats part of it. I mean gosh I'm almost sixty now and-" Again he was interrupted by the young demi.

"You look as if you're still in your twenties, and besides I don't care about your age." Trunks informed.

"Please, let me finish...." Goku whispered.

"Sorry." Trunks bowed his head in shame. He acted like a child when he just finished explaining that he was an adult.

"It's okay I know this is very emotional for you." Goku stepped forward placing a hand on the smaller man's shoulder.

Trunks looked up into those deep chocolate eyes. So Goku knew. Knew how he cared about him, and he was rejecting him. He cared a lot for this man. He couldn't call it love yet, however he had a vague inclination that if given the chance it could turn out that way.

But right now? Now, this was a childhood crush slowly becoming a reality. He was determined to make Goku at least give it a shot. So he furrowed his brow, dead set on making Goku to just try it.

He took hold of the elder's hand before continuing on.

"Look, I'm not sure if I love you. At least not yet anyway. But I want that chance to find out. I won't be swayed on this. Both my parents are stubborn and pigheaded and I am no different. So please, just please give it a chance. I know you love my dad. But hasn't he made it clear that he'd do anything to break you. For gods sake! He even tricked me by saying you knew of the whole thing. That you wanted it. Doesn't that just go to show you how far he'll go?" He practically growled the end out. Goku just stood there however unfazed by the little rant.

"I know that's what he's trying to do Trunks. But I believe he's doing it because he can't deal with feelings he's not familiar with." He stated. "He lived under Freiza. So his whole life all he's known is pain, humiliation, destruction and anger. There were no expressions of love or kindness because they were considered a weakness. Not even real happiness. I think that's why he's taking it out on me. I forgot everything of our people and he got to serve under that tyrant. I received loved, him; ridicule. Besides he knows I can handle it. If he truly wanted me dead Trunks he would have finished me off long ago. He needs this Trunks, it's the only way to get through to him. To show him no matter what he does to me, I'll always be here. I know he has never had that before, and no disrespect, but not even with your mother. She may still love him, but she couldn't stay..." Goku paused for a moment. "She did manage to break down a few walls, that goes for you and Bra as well. He just has so many that he'll never be able to let them all down. The things he's seen, experienced, done...I don't think his mind could hand ever come to grips with it. So he's guarded himself so deep, pain and anger are the easiest emotions for him to express." He finished, looking at the solemn expression on the youngers' face.

"I never knew you knew so much about him." Trunks whispered looking at the floor.

"You learn a lot about the ones you love over the years. I know I may seem dense at times, and I am. But I figure things out at my own pace, eventually." Goku smiled raising the boys chin with his hand. He looked the boy in the eyes, smiling as he did so.

"I know you do, it's one of the things I really like about you." He admitted to the older. Goku's hand now resting on his shoulder.

"Trunks I know you want there to be something between us-"

"Don't. Don't finish that. I know you feel you have to be with my father. Like I said before, I can show you how feelings should be returned." Trunks pleaded his own hand caressing Goku's cheek.

Goku's eyes fell closed and he gently leaned into the touch. Th eonly person to touch his skin so intimately and softly before was his wife and he greatly missed it. He missed the gentleness and warm that was usually accompanied by love, however he longed for that touch to be from someone else.

"Trunks." He whispered yet again, taking the demi's hand into his own. "I can't. I just can't."

"You've said that already." He whispered back. "And I just can't give up. Blame it on the product of my breeding." He joked.

"Great, so meet me two days from now at CC, at around seven?" He asked trying to keep the excitement to a minimun.

"Yeah, I'll be there. But um, what do I wear? Because when I went out with Chi, she always made me wear a suit. I don't like suits." He mumbled going back to his childish ways.

All Trunks could do was chuckle at Son Goku with his bottom lip protruding like a pouting child.

"You don't need to wear a suit, no gi's but bring it. You'll need it. Just wear whatever you have and we'll go from there, k?" Goku nodded.

"Alright, and don't forget the swim trunks you'll need there. Where we're going there's a no nudity policy. Don't worry about money or anything else I'll take care of it." He said letting his enthusiam show.

It was then Goku knew he made the right decision. If this made Trunks this happy it was worth it.

"Okay." He agreed. "No gi's, got it."

"Good." Trunks finished. He couldn't control his happiness and launched forward to hug the taller man. He wrapped his arms tightly around his chest and buried his face in it hiding his smile.

Goku was stunned at first, before he gently returned it.

"So I'll see you Thursday." Goku said breaking the silence.

"Yeah." Trunks replied in a breathy whisper.

"Alright but I've got to go now, I'll see you then." He informed the shorter demi, pulling away from the embrace.

Trunks let out a deep sigh. He knew he would have to let the older man go, as much as he detested the thought, he complied. Nodding his head in understanding.

"Can't wait." He grinned up at Goku. And with that Goku took a couple of steps back, put two fingers to his head, smiled and blinked out of sight.

Trunks however was most definitely elated. As long as he didn't push things he had a real chance with Goku. He hope he could get the man to see him as more than just his sons best friend.

It wouldn't be easy, but he just took the first step. What was that old saying again:

'The way to a mans heart is through his stomach.'

For Saiyans its a little different. More like the three F's:

Food Fighting and Fucking.

The first two F's, not a problem. The last one however was going to prove more difficult since he just promised no sex. He wouldn't push it. Couldn't.

He would show restraint.

That undoubtedly would be the hardest part.

"No matter." He spoke out loud. And with a devilish smirk worthy of his father, walked out of the kitchen and out of the house.

OH. My. God. Well that took forever. Sorries for earlier. I have no idea WHY it only posted like a third of this chapter but I have corrected it!

Seriously this fucking took forever for me to go back and rewrite it out. THEN I didn't even realize I had made it FLUFFY god dammit! O_O

Anywhoozil. There it is. Not too worry though, we all know Vegeta is a sick twisted evil bastard. He's got something planned but it's so secret even 'I' don't know what it is.

Geeze and before I forget, those of you waiting for SIN. Should be up next week.

I know, I know but shit happens. However the off chance it doesn't get posted next week, probably because I won't have internet. Bastards. Hate phone companies....

Anyways Love,

Jnell

Ps,

As always R,R,R. or don't ^_^
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