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Insanity	By : leen Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

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Let's try again - my adding chapters keeps getting lost.
I'm trying to put what I've written so far into appropriate chapters, I'm terrible at this stuff... But thought I'd add it bit by bit while I try to continue this disaster of a story. Heh.
The layout it ends up as isn't entirely to my satisfaction, sorry if it looks messy I have tried to clean it up, the paragraphs look completely different to that in MW.
Slight warning; From now on the story will get more and more crude, subliminal messages, coarse language, degrading comments regarding homosexuality (not meant to offend nor does it reflect my personal opinion - obviously seeing as I'm writing what is to become yaoi) if it isn't to your taste I apologise and suggest you move on as it won't get lovey dovey with sparkles and hearts at any point. They are young lads after all.
Oh and their ages and classes may or may not be realistic - suppose it depends who you ask. But I didn't want to dabble with minors and sexual content, so let's pretend it makes sense.

I miss your touch. Your warm breath against my neck as you snuggle against me in the night, asking me to protect you by wrapping yourself around me while I laugh at your childish ways, but secretly enjoy being your source of solace.
I miss pounding you into the dirt with my fists, relishing the fact that I'm stronger than you.
I miss sneaking out after sunset, hiding outside your bedroom window until I'm sure your bitch of a mother is asleep so that I can slip inside quietly and sneak into bed with you, where I can get lost in the silent comfort you encase me in.
I've been avoiding you to say the least. Ignoring your phone calls for some weeks now, begged mother to lie for me when you actually came and knocked on the door. I heard you throwing small stones at my window the one night, but I just.. couldn't do it. I couldn't face you. And we can't continue our innocent games, you are barely 15 and naïve as I thought you were, much like your dad I suppose, I never realised that your need for affection and closeness would bring on something like this.
I didn't mean to be so abrupt with you, to leave you like that, but I had no choice.
I had to save you from yourself.. You know?
But I miss you now.
Harsh raindrops whipping against the window, black clouds rolling in like dark waves. I sigh into my arms folded in front of me on the window ledge as I stare at nothing. Normally on a day like this we'd be out in the storm, avoiding bolts of lightning like two idiots with a death wish.
The shrilling tone of a phone signal suddenly snaps me out of my trance. I turn from the window and look over the bed behind me, at the phone that's sitting on the bedside table. If it hadn't been for the fact that I'm near kami-damned paralysed with this loneliness, I probably wouldn't have stood up and walked over to the source of the blaring noise. I wouldn't have picked it up while holding my breath, knowing exactly what I would hear.
"Hello?"
I don't say anything, I don't know what to say. I miss you, want you here next to me, laughing and sweeping my hair out of my eyes with your warm hand, but I'm still confused – still angry.
"Is that you? Please just.. I've been trying to get a hold of you for weeks."
"What do you want?" I answer after finally finding my voice.
"Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- you know – I know you're not like that, it was just a stupid thing I thought it'd be fun to see your reaction thinking you'd, I don't know, whack me one, I didn't mean to piss you off."
I sigh deeply into the phone pressed against the side of my face. I don't know what angers and confuses me the most, you kissing me or the fact that I can't actually get my head around why said kiss has been playing on my mind every single day since, and why I kissed you back.
"S'ok, don't worry about it," I say quietly, deciding the loneliness is a lot graver than my confusion.
"So.. Do you wanna do something.. sometime?" You ask carefully, sounding unsure of whether we're actually ok.
"'Course, I've got that.. thing coming up though, with mother, so I won't see you much after this week."
"Ah I forgot, the Capsule Corp training or whatever it was, right?"
"Right."
"Well, just gimmie a call when you're free, doesn't matter when ok?"
I promise I will, but suspect I probably wont, and tell you I've gotta get off the phone to go and help out in the lab. Half arsed lie.
I fall onto my back on the bed in the dark room, rain drops still pattering against the window.
Why did you have to do something so stupid? We both know things will never be quite the same after this. Or, is it possible that no matter what, something would have pushed it onto us eventually because of this bizarre bond between us?
No, you was just having an idiotic moment, it was a joke. A joke. I shouldn't let this get to me like it is, shouldn't let the fact that I actually.. enjoyed the kiss, bother me so much. It's not like I'm attracted to guys, it was just.. stupid.
The rest of the summer turned out as I predicted, quite possibly intentionally. My duties as the future heir to the world's largest company were hauling me up most of the days; travelling here and there, meeting this and that person and learning the system. Mother thought it'd be good for me to experience the responsibilities that will come crashing on me the day I become its president.
Truth is though, I'd rather have my ass kicked by Vegeta every day for the rest of my life than being stuck behind a desk, or attending some pretentious gala while you're.. elsewhere, with.. someone other than me.
Where are you?

I've seen you in the corridors at school, you smile slightly at me whenever I pass by. You're circled by boys and girls alike, no doubt they're new friends you met while I was stuck listening to clients brown nosing my mum and me. It's good though, I'm glad 'cause you're learning to break free and you don't rely solely on my existence. Come to think about it you never did have any problems making friends, so it's no wonder you're surrounded by both adoring friends and love sick youths.
Without me as your socially inept guard dog glaring at anyone who'd dare come near you, I guess it was to be expected that your intriguing being would draw anyone in who sets eyes on you.
We haven't actually stopped to talk, nor seen each other outside school hours. Could it be, that you don't need me anymore? Has me rejecting, avoiding you, pushed you further away than I'd realised, wanted? Have you found comfort in the neck and arms of one of your new friends?

It's lunch break and I'm sat on the grass of the large green that borders the school grounds, leaning against a tree with my eyes closed.
Another boring day, thankfully only a couple of more hours of the torture they call lessons, then I'm outta here. So that I can go home to be mocked for being weak and get my ass kicked by dear daddy.
I really need a social life.
While I've been sat here in the shade away from the still warm autumn sun, I've also been.. Observing, from afar, the conversation between you and your friends with the help of one of mother's new gadgets. Gotta make sure you're getting on alright and all that.
I don't like the voice that's just joined in though nor the way it murmurs your name. My eyes snap open to spot the intruder – but instead I'm met by long black eyelashes and dark eyes.
"Looking as tasty as ever I see," she says as she swipes her dark long tresses over her shoulder and invites herself down on my lap.
Shit who am I kidding, she's fucking straddling me.
"Um.." Quickly I remove my earpiece, trying to figure out whether I have met this person before.
But unsurprisingly, I can't remember her from anywhere, haven't got a clue what her name is and I don't know where to put my hands either, I end up resting them lightly on her knees.
All while trying to lean to the side to locate you..
"Um?" She frowns with her arms now around my neck, but leaning back far enough to look at me "It's me, Miwa! Don't tell me you've forgotten," she says feigning a hurt pout staring at me with big eyes and raised brows.
I try again to get a glance over to where you was standing just before this vixen came, but she turns my face back to hers.
"Maybe this will help jog your memory," her expression changing to a playful one and she leans in, nibbling my lower lip.
She pushes herself softly against me and tries to kiss my completely disengaged lips – where are the damned lunch supervisors when you actually need them?
BINGO! I spot you.
But my happiness is short-lived, and everything, every fucking sound and movement around me just stops, it's drowned out and I can feel my face and eyes grow darker than yours ever could. A feeling that I've never quite experienced before washes over me – adrenaline suddenly pumping through my veins like crazy.
What the fuck is that guy doing, brushing your bangs out of your face? And why, WHY, are you blushing?
I shove whatever-her-name-is off me, she yelps and shouts something at me but I couldn't care less right now. I can see my fist's imprint in someone's face already.
I cross the grounds, with groups of kids gathered here and there on benches dotted around. I catch myself half way realising I probably look as if I'm on a mission to murder someone, I slow down and relax as much as possible as not to draw any attention, while trying my best to continue in a casual stride.
You're sat on the end of the tabled bench, with people all around. And the dickwad is sat on the same side, next to you, making you giggle like a little girl.
Taking a deep breath, I have to force myself to calm down before I do something I'll regret.
"Goten."
Kami, I can barely speak your name through my gritted teeth, I'm not looking at him, I can feel my self-restraint slipping already.
You look up at me while laughing at what probably was some lame excuse to get in your pants, and your smile fades.
"'Hm?"
"A word?"
"Ye?"
Maybe I should punch your smug face instead.
I tell myself to get a grip yet again and silently breathe out, gathering every ounce of willpower I possibly can, not understanding exactly what it is that's making me seethe like this.
"It wont take long, I need to ask something important."
You narrow your eyes, as if you're trying to read my intentions but I've managed to somewhat mask my absolute breath-taking desire to completely batter the fag next to you. You sigh, and mumble something to your friends before you get up and follow me back to the green.
Luckily whatever it was that attacked me earlier, it had given up and gone away.
I turn back to you, folding my arms across my chest and taking the most dominant stance I could ever muster.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?" you laugh mockingly at my sour expression.
Since when did you become an asshole huh? I thought that was my job, being my father's son and all. I shake off the urge to blast you right here, remembering; I need to protect you. Even with the way things have been recently..
"Who is he?" I still refuse to look at the pansy over by your group of friends.
"This is what you call important?"
"I want to know."
You meet my eyes with a steady and challenging glare. A dark glare. Not with that soft glint that I've missed so much. You're considering what to say, probably choosing between keeping the situation calm and pushing me to see what kind of reaction you'll see.
"He's a friend from class" You shrug in the end, and before you even get to finish that half arsed sentence, I have to stop myself from exploding on the spot.
"Then, WHAT THE FUCK, IS HE DOING, TOUCHING YOU!?" I can feel it, and I know you can see it - the flash of teal in my eyes. I'm growling, a lot louder than I had planned to my own surprise, pointing an accusing finger in the face of the object who's in need of my protection.
"Trunks, you were just dry humped by some girl and you're angry with me because someone, a friend, touched me?"
Ah ye, forgot about that, didn't think you'd seen it.
"That thing attacked me! It's not the same, besides I can look out for myself," I argue, folding my arms again. Why can't you just see I'm trying to make sure you're safe, I don't want you being taken advantage of, your need for closeness spat on by some horny teenage jerk.
"Trunks," Your eyes soften as my name leaves your lips with a sigh.
All my anger dissolves at the sight, my fists and jaw unclench and everything around us fades away, blurs into nothingness. How I've missed your obsidian orbs. Not those black cold pools of ink you stared at me with just a moment ago.
You take a step towards me, your hand on my cheek.
"Kami Goten," I whisper closing my eyes, hoping silently you didn't hear me – and curse myself – as I involuntarily lean into the warmth of your absolutely addictive touch.
"Why are you upset?"
Your thumb brushes my lips, I wonder if you can see where the hellcat bit me. I part them slightly –feel your digit softly sweeping across, slowly tracing the lines of my mouth, and I'm eager for you to let me taste you. Don't care if it's just your fucking thumb. Don't care that people can see us. Wait, what the hell is wrong with me, why am I reacting like this?
"Tell me Trunks."
The foreplay between your thumb and my lips comes to an abrupt end when I don't answer. I snap my eyes open, and you're back to holding the side of my face, your fingers slightly grasping at the shorter hairs on the back of my neck.
Stop staring at me please, I don't know what to say! What do you want me to say?
"I need to look out for you, you're my best friend. You're my.. like my brother, my own flesh and blood."
A raven eyebrow is arched, I don't have to guess what you're thinking; brothers don't share each other the way we have throughout the years – well normally they don't at least. But it's not like that. It can't be like that. You need to see, understand. It's- not right. It's not me.
Your soft touch leaves me, you say you need to get going with your eyes turned somewhere, anywhere, but my way.
Scared of you leaving, no - of losing you, I grab your arm.
"Chibi."
This time your black eyes look confused and wounded, your brows drawn together as if what I'd just said had hurt you. Why can't I keep my damn mouth shut? This hole that I'm digging can't possibly get any deeper. Part of me wants to sweep you up and take you away but the other part is telling me I'm crossing the line - slipping to where I don't want to be, shouldn't be.
I stop myself from running my fingers through my hair and pulling at it in frustration.
"Look, why don't you come over mine this weekend? It's been a while.. since I seen ya and quite frankly I'm sick and tired of getting my ass handed to me, I kinda need a break from being told that no sperm of Vegeta's could possibly be as useless as I am." I see a smile tug at your lips, phew, nice save. "We could order some take away and watch some movies," I try to smile, nudge your shoulder with the hand that I'd grabbed on to you with.
"Sure," you smile, though your eyes have left mine again.
But it doesn't matter, I have a feeling things will be ok again. We'll be ok. This mess can be ignored for a little while longer – dealt with another time. I know you need me just as much as I need you.
As you turn to walk back over to your friends, I finally let myself steal a glance at the reason for this.. incident. And fuck me, do I have a reason to be jealous. Well, jealous might not be the right word – worried more like, ye worried.
Even from over here I can see him practically eating you up with his dark eyes, too far away to distinguish their colour, but who the hell cares anyway. Dark blue spikes of hair, similar to yours but shorter and neater, and from the looks of it he's in decent shape. He's good looking – for a guy - I'll admit that much. Muscles and blue awesome hair or not though – I'd still snap him in two like a twig. A very amusing thought indeed, I smirk to myself.
Until he meets my eyes that is. I swear the bastard is challenging me, glaring for all he's worth.
I decide, for your sake, now's not the time. But I have to give him some kind of response, eh?
As I get closer to your little group, making my way towards the big doors of the building across from where you're at, I leer and salute him sardonically with my index finger while pulling off my 'cock of the lavender eyebrow', undoubtedly making me the most arrogant looking fuckface in the world.
Father, you would be so proud, 'cause I can literally see him pale when he catches a glance of my canines in my toothy grin. I add a wink just for good measure before I turn to pull open the large doors.
'You have no idea who you're messing with.'

Dead tired, I'm dragging my feet as I enter the doors of Capsule Corp. The large and bright open-planned ground floor is as quiet as ever, mother is probably working in the lab – and he is obviously obsessing with his training as usual.
I make my way to the kitchen on the left down the hall, pad over to the breakfast bar that's sat in the middle of the large but minimalistic and almost clinically spotless room, dropping my bag on the floor as I slide onto the bar stool.
With my elbows on the table top and face in my hands I rub my eyes and mouth in a desperate attempt to get back some of the brain cells I'm sure were lost while listening to the most monotonous teacher in existence. And of course she's teaching science – just my luck as the future heir to my mother's company. I need to excel in this class, not be driven to the fucking brink of suicide.
"Love problems again, brat?"
Kami, here we go again.
"No father, I still don't have a boyfriend. They must all sense how dysfunctional I am, 'cause I'm being avoided like the plague."
Best to insult myself before he beats me to it. Oh and the boyfriend thing, is just because he insist I'm a faggot, meaning a weakling – not that I'm swinging the other way.
"Hn, maybe if you wasn't such a wuss you'd have lost your virginity by now" he snorts as he leans against the counter opposite the breakfast bar.
"I'm not a virgin dad," I answer routinely, rolling my eyes.
"Taking it up the ass doesn't count son," he retorts before necking the bottle of water in his hand.
What a surprise 'father – you're being an arse again'. Clad in ridiculously tight blue spandex and with a towel thrown around his neck, he's literally glistening in the sweat from his obsessive training. And he calls me a fairy.
I sigh and slide down off the stool, not really in the mood for this right now.
"Where's Kakarot's brat?"
I glare at him wondering what the hell he's getting at this time.
"How am I supposed to know? I'm not his babysitter" and with that I turn my back on him, heading for my escape.
"Could have fooled me."
I stop, and I know, don't even have to turn around to see it – that bastarding smirk on his face, loving the fact that he can get to me so easily. No. I will not give in to his taunts.
"Stop fantasising about that idiot pet of yours and get your arse changed. We're sparring."
I sigh again, same old one tracked mind. At least I get to take my anger from earlier out on him, before he rearranges my face while reminding me I only exist 'cause he couldn't be bothered to pull out one night some 16 years ago.
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