Unforgivable | By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Young master?” Kuroichi blinked twice, but otherwise showed no sign of his shock at who had knocked. “Come in…”
Trunks took two steps inside, just enough for Kuroichi to close the door behind him. And stood there, silently radiating such hatred that Kuroichi backed away several steps before dropping to one knee. “What can I do for you?”
“Besides die?” Trunks hissed. “You can leave. You can leave and never come back! How dare you stay here!” He took a few steps, grabbing Kuroichi’s hair and forcing his head back. “My mother’s body wasn’t even cold before he was with you again! Did you think I couldn’t tell? Do you think I didn’t know what happened?”
He released his grip, his open palm striking Kuroichi with enough force to knock him down and skid him halfway across the floor. “You killed my mother, you know.” His voice was so casually off-hand. “She loved my father so much, and he only ever cared about you. Flaunting you in front of her, spending his time with you instead of her. She died of a broken heart. You killed her.”
“I…” Kuroichi started to protest, rising from where he had fallen. The kick to his belly shouldn’t have been the surprise it was. The rest of his words deserted him with an ‘oomph’ as he was lifted into the air. He landed on his back.
“And Goten.” Kuroichi was pinned to the floor, Trunks’ foot pressed against his throat. “All he wanted was to know about his father, what happened to him. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of closure, no matter how painful it might have been for him to hear it.” A slight laugh, when Kuroichi grabbed his foot, trying vainly to remove it. “You wouldn’t tell him why his father died, why he left, Kuroichi. He was crying because of you. And I don’t let anyone make Goten cry. Not you, not anyone. But he keeps trying, and you keep making him cry.”
A soft tap at the door. “Kuroichi? Can I come in?”
Trunks turned toward the door. “Speak of the devil.” He took his foot from Kuroichi’s throat, a faint smile appearing when the other man gasped for breath. “I suggest you give him the dragonball, Kuroichi. His mother wants his father back. And then, I suggest you leave. And stay gone. Now go answer your door like a good boy, and be sure not to mention my little visit.” Trunks walked from the room, into his father’s.
Kuroichi, trembling, went to open the door. The angry red mark on his face, and the one on his neck, caught Goten’s attention immediately. A little mewl of distress escaped him, his own hand reaching to gently caress the livid marks. “What happened?”
“Nothing of importance,” Kuroichi told him. “Why are you here?”
“I’m hiding from my mother,” Goten informed him with an impish grin. “She came to see Trunks, but I can’t find him anywhere.”
“Have you tried Vegeta’s room? Maybe he’s talking with the master.”
“That could be… he wasn’t in the GR. Mind if I use that door?” Goten was through the connecting door before Kuroichi had a chance to answer him. “Hey, Trunks! You are here, great! Mom wants to talk to you.” An indistinct mutter. “No, I want to see if I can get… yeah. Yeah, I’ll be down later. Okay. And save me some of the cookies!”
Goten popped back into Kuroichi’s room and shut the door behind him. “They’re both in there… guess I should have knocked. Trunks is really mad at his dad, isn’t he? Did he do that?” Again, he motioned to the mark on Kuroichi’s face. “Or did Trunks? I know he hates your guts…” The happy animation faded from voice and face, Goten dropping dispiritedly into one of the hard white chairs.
“Goten… you know I killed him. He isn’t coming back. He can’t.”
“I just… I can’t stop knowing who you are. Were. And I can’t stop hoping my dad will heal and come back to me. To us.” Goten leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. “And it hurts that Trunks hates you, because I love you both so much.”
“Your father is dead, boy. Go to your lover. He’s waiting.” Kuroichi opened the door, waited. Goten lifted his face, staring at the man who had been his father, then silently left the room. Kuroichi shut the door, and turned to get smacked across the room by Vegeta.
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Vegeta: Ha! That’s more like it.
Goku: Why is everyone beating me up?
Vegeta: Baka, why do I always beat you?
Goku: *thinking*
Jewel: He beats you, Vegeta. Maybe one of these days, you’ll win, but you’re… *is currently running for her life*
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