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Unforgivable	By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Hey Vegeta? How come Kuroichi is never downstairs?�

�Hmm?� The sudden change in conversation startled the prince. �Why?�

�I dunno.� Goten stared down at his plate, avoiding Trunks� eyes. �It just occurred to me?�

Vegeta stared at him a moment, and then a tiny smile played on his lips. �Ah, I see. You don�t want me teasing Trunks anymore. But I�ll tell you� I don�t actually know.�

�Ask him, then,� Trunks told his father bluntly. �If Goten�s so interested, let�s find out.�

�Kuroichi, come here.� The man came in almost silently, to stand where Vegeta would be able to tell he�d arrived, but not close enough to annoy Trunks. �Why do you stay upstairs?�

Kuroichi blinked, confused. �You ordered it, Master.�

�I did?� Vegeta asked as Goten exclaimed, �You what?!� Trunks just smirked, having expected that answer.

�After I went shopping, you told me to stay in my room until you told me otherwise.�

�Did I?� Vegeta frowned. �Well, you can leave it again.�

�He needs days off, Vegeta,� Goten said. �You�ve had him in these rooms for a couple months, at least! That means he hasn�t had a single day to himself.�

Vegeta glared at the young demi-Saiyan, at his smirking son. Then he frowned. Even he�d had days off with Frieza, though he hadn�t liked them much. �Oh, fine. And you can have all of next week off.�

�Regular days, Vegeta,� Goten said. He shot a quick look at Trunks, and apparently decided bravely eating one of Bra�s cookies was a more acceptable thing to do. At least the choking fit that followed his first bite wiped the scowl off his lover�s face.

�And the last day of every week. Are you satisfied, whelp?�

Goten, tears streaming down his cheeks and clutching at his throat, nodded, then succumbed to another coughing fit. Trunks helpfully pounded on his back. When he finally recovered, Goten glared at the mound of cookies still remaining. �You can�t just dump them in the trash and tell her they were too awful to eat?�

�No.� Trunks and Vegeta answered at the same time, then stared at each other a moment. Trunks continued, �We�ve tried that. She followed us around for the next month, every single day, with test batches, and each one worse than the last. And she cried every time we told her they were awful. I�m not going through that again. Once or twice a month I can deal with. Every day - no way!�

�Oh, Kuro? You may as well take the rest of today off. I know you�ve got money to spend� go spend some.� Vegeta watched as Kuroichi slipped through the connecting door. A few minutes later, he heard the sound of the hall door as Kuroichi left.

Spend it on what? Kuroichi wondered, as he made his way back to the mall. For only one day a week to wear my own things, I have more than enough clothes. A deck of cards? I suppose I�ll need something to do on my day off. Not to mention all of next week. Why would he give in so easily to Goten? He hadn�t cared before, why now?

He paused outside the entrance to the mall. The huge structure covered over 10 city blocks, and was five stories high. Kuroichi sighed, and pushed open the door. Browsing was going to take him awhile, especially since he had no idea what he wanted to buy. Then again, why should I buy anything? I don�t need anything. Although� remembering the discomfort of the awful white chairs, a comfortable chair or two might be good. And lime green curtains! My bedroom slippers are ruined, I could get another pair� oooo! Candy!

His immediate detour into the candy shop raised his spirits considerably. The subsequent purchases of lime green curtains, an extremely comfortable whirly-rocking chair, and fuzzy panda slippers improved his mood. He made a brief stop at The Body Shop to pick up some massage oils and shampoo, then stopped to browse for over an hour at Hot Topic, although he didn�t buy anything.

He toured through each shop, mostly looking. There wasn�t anything he needed, and he found he didn�t want much at all. Some incense from The Third Planet and an intricate windchime completed his purchases. Halfway home, he backtracked to pick up an incense burner.

It didn�t take him very long to get his purchases arranged in his room. He plopped immediately into the rocking chair, spinning himself around several times. The lime green curtains fluttering in the breeze were too short for the windows, but Kuroichi didn�t care. The soft green tint lightened the harsh white of the room, and added another couple splashes of color.

He moved over to the stereo, looked at the CD�s piled next to it. Megadeth sounded good, he loaded Cryptic Writings. It just sounded right. Yanking off his shoes, he tugged on the panda slippers, grinning down at them. One day a week, he�d get to wear them, and that was fine with him. One day a week, he�d need to.

The windchime couldn�t be heard over the music, so he listened for the tinkling sounds it made. They were faint, and it wasn�t until the end of the second song that he was able to pick the chimes out. Kuroichi sprawled sideways in his new chair, rocking and spinning until he got dizzy, and eating the chocolate stars he�d bought at the candy shop.

there�s a secret place I like to go everyone is there but their face don�t show if you get inside you can�t get out there�s no coming back I hear them shout� let me in get me out can�t do more than twist and shout lost my soul without a trace found it again in my secret place� I hide from those who try to find me scary thing that�s right behind me I lost myself, I must confess I can�t explain how I got this mess�

Kuroichi�s spinning stopped, he looked toward the stereo. Why is it everything I listen to reminds me of my life? Am I hiding? No� not hiding. Not exactly. But� Goku is not so dead as I thought he was. It is his memories I dream, not my own. And I am not one to like fuzzy panda slippers - that was definitely a Goku-inspired purchase. Color though, that is something I love. I think� a beaded curtain to put there, at the balcony. That pink and orange one, with the blue and green� what store was that?

He decided to go back and get it. And some books, or something. The bookshelves, I�m tired of looking at them. And the deck of cards. This room� there is nothing to do. His mind spun busily, and he wound up purchasing more than he�d intended when he got back to the mall. Although, when he got all the stuff back to his room, he decided that wasn�t a bad thing. He had the rest of the day off, and he had nothing to do but decide where to put things. He turned the stereo up a bit, and set to work.

�Kuro.�

�Yikes!� Kuroichi, intent on his arranging, hadn�t heard Vegeta enter. He jumped, and whirled to kneel at his master�s feet.

Vegeta took a moment to look around before closing his eyes. �I thought the white was bad.�

�It doesn�t please you?�

�Kuro� you don�t need to kneel. You have today off. And it is up to you how this room looks, not me.� Vegeta looked around again. �But your style of decorating is appalling.�

Kuroichi looked around. His room couldn�t be more different from his master�s. Brightly colored, brocaded pillows were flung everywhere, a bright blue beanbag chair snuggled next to the lemon-colored rocking chair, a brilliant purple one next to the closet door. Two lava lamps, one hot pink and the other fluorescent blue, stood at either side of the bed.

The too short lime curtains had been joined by the beaded curtain he�d gone after, the windchime had companions on the balcony and hanging from the ceiling fan. Incense burned in a red marbled dragon holder sitting next to a cheerful clown candle. Two abstracts in eye-blinding colors hung on the walls, another leaned against the bed waiting to be hung.

The uncomfortable white chairs had multicolored throws tossed over them, bright red footstools resting in front of them. He�d even gotten three throw rugs - grass green, sky blue, and bright orange - which he�d put in front of the dresser, the balcony, and his cheerful rocking chair. A half-dozen bright yellow Smiley face candy dishes were scattered everywhere, all of them full.

The stereo had been joined by a smallish TV/VCR combo and a PS2, the entire bookcase next to them was filled with CD�s, videos, and games. On top of the bookcase were two more of Kuroichi�s candles - a pink and green unicorn and a sickly purple mermaid. The last candle, an eye-numbing yellow, orange, & green octopus, graced the top of the dresser.

A pack of cards and a few manga topped a second bookcase. It also contained the four-star dragonball. Kuroichi regarded the ball for only a moment. �If you don�t like it, I can take it back.�

�No� I told you - it�s your room.� Vegeta had his eyes fixed on a fringed and beaded lamp on the bed�s built-in bookcase. The entwined figures on it were painted in such ludicrous colors it was nearly impossible to truly notice what the figures were doing. Nearly. Vegeta had a rather certain feeling that Kuroichi had bought it because of the colors, not the blatant sexuality represented. He tore his eyes from it, trying to find something that was neither so bright as to blind him, or so clashing as to make him wish he were blind. He settled for Kuroichi, dressed again in pure black - except for the fuzzy panda slippers. �Oh, gods. I should have known. At least they aren�t pink bunnies!�

�Hmm?� Kuroichi examined his feet. �They�re warm.�

A knock at the door, and Trunks� voice. �Kuroichi? You there? Is my dad with you?�

�Yes, come in.�

Trunks walked in, Goten on his heels. They both stopped, jaws dropping. �Wh� what happened?�

�I spent money.�

�The four-star ball!� Goten exclaimed. �You do have it. Trunks, don�t tell my mom.�

�Why?�

�Trunks, do you love me?�

�Yes.�

�Then don�t tell her.� Goten gave Trunks such a simpering look that Vegeta gagged. �For me?�

�Okay�� Trunks� eyes darted around the room, taking in the eye-boggling, clashing colorfulness of it. �I have completely forgotten what I wanted to talk to you about� I can�t think in here. I�m going to the kitchen� come on, Goten.� He grabbed Goten and left the room, casting one last appalled look around the room.

�Kuro?�

�Yes, Master?�

Vegeta turned, carefully taking in the entire room. �I think I will go back to my room. It is easier on my eyes. I�ll see you tomorrow.�

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Goku: ??? Why would I want my room to look like that?

Jewel: This from a guy who never wore anything but bright orange?

Goku: Um� welll�

Jewel: And you can�t say you didn�t have anything else� Piccolo wore your clothes for the driving test.

Goku: Oh, yeah, I forgot about that!

Jewel: So did the rest of the world.

Vegeta: Where did you get the idea for that room?

Jewel: Um, well�. *weak grin*

Vegeta: You have got to be kidding.

Jewel: �
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