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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.
~~~~**
Vegeta
snorted when his brother stepped outside.
He would have laughed, but that would have been very rude.
and Goten had not laughed. Nothing like
providing a little pleasure for your partner and finding out that they weren’t
interested in the return. Nothing like
unfulfilled sexual desire to make for a good fight. Especially since he was already pissed off.
not want you in his ass?”
Goten
shook his head and glared at his twin.
“He offered very little objection.
Unfortunately, he also fell asleep.”
“Well,
don’t be such a boring fuck.”
“I
don’t remember this conversation being about you, Vegeta.”
Oh.
Not quite the dig he was expecting which meant they were to the serious
part of the evening where they all sat around the camp fire, sang their little
boy scout song and talked about their special feelings.
No thank you. But he knew that
it was coming anyway, and he braced himself against it.
turned around to fighting.
“What’s
crawling up your ass?” Goten asked. He
tried to stand casually, but with his little problem there, casual was made
difficult.
Vegeta
thought he should just hit his brother so they could fight and Goten would get
over his sexual-frustration problem a lot faster. But starting a fight too earn thn the conversation generally
ended with him beating his brother into the ground somewhere, feeling like an
ass because he realized too late that Goten refused to fight back more than he
had to. And Vegeta was fairly certain
there wasn’t a supply of senzu beans lying around. “I’ve already told you ten thousand times that I don’t like you
trying to screw the wannabe.”
“Whatever,”
Goten snorted, “I wasn’t born yesterday.
I’m not stupid and I have known you your whole life save those thirty
minutes you were born before me. po
please, spare me the obstinate bullshit and just spit out your problem.”
Vegeta
looked at him. “My problem,
Goten?!” He shoved his brother, sneered
at him, felt anger in himself that wasn’t directed at Goten, but the boy was
always there, and always willing to fight until it passed.
little world. My problem e’vee’ve been
to every fucking alternate dimension, seen every possible ending to our
parent’s lives and we can’t make it back to our own fucking lives.
just want to kill those damn androids and move on!”
“Boo-hoo.
Vegeta
wanted to hit him. Wanted it so bad he
could feel his own nails dig into his skin, and certainly hitting Goten was
completely justified, because that was why they did this provoking thing all
the time anyway. But he didn’t.
fight that had claimed their parent’s lives.
(Granted, the World’s Strongest and the Prince, weren’t the same as
their parents were, but they were basically the same.)
he did—and that’s probably why the little bastard told Mom and Dad about it
anyway. Just so they would tell the
twins they had to go. And then the
twins would go. They did.
“Look,”
Goten said, “I’m sorry. But I think,
since we can help him we should. The
faster we finish this, the faster we can leave.”
“We?”
Goten
gave him that look that screamed ‘yeah, you damn moron what else did you expect
me to say?!’ and then he said, “Sure. I
like Trunks, and I’ll try to convince him to come with us, but you’ve been my
brother fore Veg Vegeta.”
Hn.
with Trunks yet. Time alone would tell
if words were truth. So he decided he
could be patient, do what he knew—all along—that he should probably have done
the first time they showed up here. The
punched Goten, not hard enough to even hurt, but because it was their
thing. Received his punch in return,
and then turned back to look out over the darkness.
“Are
you ready for this?” Goten asked him.
Seriousness in his voice, and Vegeta knew, without even looking at his
brother, that he was frowning, his eyes were dark, and he was more like their
mother that moment than he ever managed to be at any time in his life.
“To
kill those fuckers? Absolutely.”
~~~~***
Trunks
was in the shower. Hot water, burning his
skin, trying to forget what it felt like to have someone touching him.
thing, he was sure. Yeah, Goten hadn’t
gotten anything out of the bargain, but he probably realized that Trunks wasn’t
going to be worth the effort needed to get him ready. So he decided it wasn’t worth it. Left him alone in his bed—had the decency to cover him up, but
left him none the less. And that was
fine, because Trunks needed to save his attention for those stupid
androids.
That
was until the shower door slid open and a certain black-haired imp stepped
in. If not for the teeth-shaped scar on
his upper arm, Trunks wouldn’t have known it was Goten.
his arm, and that meant that Mr. ‘I want to fuck you’ was in his shower.
“There
is another bathroom,” Trunks said. He
picked up the shampoo, was tempted to turn his back to the boy, but remembered
that Goten would probably like that much more and resolutely stayed with his back
to the shower head.
“Vegeta
was using it.” Grin.
puddle. So I had to come here.”
really, and he leaned, Trunks leaned back, out of the way, thought he looked
pretty stupid, and Goten laughed at him.
“Just getting the shampoo.” They
straightened, Goten squeezed out enough to wash his hair and gave Trunks a
look. “Let me wash your hair.”
“What?
Those
black eyes rolled. “Look, I’m not
proposiing ing you—yet—I just want to wash your hair. No funny business, no hands or dick anywhere inappropriate, I
swear.”
He
didn’t trust him. But he shrugged,
didn’t move when hands—that weren’t his own—started to run through his hair,
massaged his scalp. was instant and knee-weakening. He
moved back, into the shower, Goten followed him, trapping him under the water,
and that felt even better. He felt like
such a girl.
“Do
you ever masturbate?” Goten asked, a low husky growl in his ear.
“What?”
he was turned around, as a hand weaved fingers through his, lowered down to his
erection, forced him to wrap his hand around himself. The hand that was still slippery from the shampoo he had
originally gotten to was his own hair.
Goten’s hand tightened around his and he groaned.
“Hn,”
the voice said into his ear, “I guess not.”
Then,
the dual hands moved, tightened, moved again.
Up and down. Simple really.
away. Stayed trapped against the
slightly shorter body behind his, with the water against his chest,ky vky voice
in his ear. Not even panting, and yet
Trunks knew he was. Felt his own hips
jerk spastically. Thrusting into the
shampoo-slicked hand. Wondered what
real sex was like if this was just foreplay stuff.
“I
hate this,” Goten confided, “Its so slow.
I can’t stand to do it.” The
hand tightened again, became almost painfully tight. Goten made their hands moved faster, used his other hand to press
against the scar on Trunks’ back where there had once been a tail.
Saiyan’s tail against his thigh, brushing back and forth.
Oh.
Learning! What was the real
thing like? His vision went spotty.
muscles pushing toward this one goal, and then a dark chuckle in his ear and he
exploded everywhere. Managed to stay
conscious, panting and shaking, but awake.
Goten
held him until he could stand on his own, and then he turned and looked at the
dark-haired one. The imp smiled, licked
his fingers, and then pushed past him so he could get his own hair wet.
Trunks a knee-weakening orgasm.
“There
is no ready.” That was the truth.
monsters.
with all your power and got away, or you didn’t. Ready was never a question.
He was never ready to look at those that had killed everything in his
life. But he would damn well do it anyway.
“No,
I don’t suppose there is.” Goten tipped
his head back, let the suds run down his body, and sighed.
someone much stronger than them. We
were trained by the best fighters ever.”
“No. Goten
looked at him. Turned the shower off
without turning around. Narrowed his
eyes. Used Ki to dry himself off.
make you feel better. So lets go and
fight. I want to get back to that
fucking thing I mentioned last night.”
He stepped back out of the shower.
~~~**
Talk
about your classic anal-retentive bastards.
Trunks seemed to have some sort of mental block that made it impossible
to comfort him. It was like having a
little fun or loosening up a little would make the kid fall apart into a
billion pieces. But it had been very
nice to feel that mass of muscle shivering hard against him, all wet and
slick.
Not
that he was thinking about that as he flew toward the sounds of screaming and
the rising ki of the android’s latest attack.
Mostly he was thinking about how very much he wanted to beat in
someone’s head. Then they came into
view of the city—or the burning mass of rubble that had once been a city.
scream that rose as high as their ears and then died. A child. Goten watched
Ts los lose control of his power.
Watched his hair turn blond, spike upwards. Shook his head sadly as the boy flew off leaving him and Vegeta
to stand and sigh.
“He’s
really got to learn subtlety, doesn’t he?” Vegeta asked.
“Its
not like anyone was here to teach him, ‘Geta.”
Goten met his brother’s eyes for a moment. They nodded in unison, and then flew after the lone Super
Saiyan. He made a beeline straight for
the pair of androids that were playing target practice with people.
inventory of the enemies’ power levels, he kicked the dark-haired one in the
face.
“Hey,”
the girl said, “It’s the fake blond again.”
The
boy pushed back against Trunks and kicked him back. “And look. He’s brought
friends.”
“Maybe
this day won’t be a total waste after all.”
Goten
rolled his eyes. Oh, yeah, a couple of
talking idiots. Great.
sarcastic robots. Brilliant.
with him, and they attacked the girl.
Just little things, punches, kicks, waited for her to start talking,
start showing that she was such a bad ass and they were just idiots.
their power levels were near bottom of their limit.
th
thought we killed all of you,” was what she said, “The fake blond said he was
the last one.” She caught Goten’s foot,
squeezed her fingers around it, started to spin him, “I don’t like liars.”
after him. For a moment, he considered
catching them, decided he would just absorb the energy, let one or two hit him,
rough him up so she would think he wasn’t capable of fighting back.
Vegeta
snarled in rage, punched her with a little more meaning, and her stupid head
jerked to one side, her eyes widened momentarily and then narrowed again, and
she brought her hand up and punched him in the gut.
spanspan>“It’s
not nice to hit a woman.”
“Show
me a woman and I won’t hit her,” was Vegeta’s response.
bit more.
Goten
climbed to his feet and looked around, felt Trunks’ ki flickering in and out of
Super Saiyan. He heaved a great sigh
and shouted at his brother: “I’m going to go get Trunks!”
after the lavender-haired one.
Found
him deflecting ki blasts as the android shot them endlessly, shouting over and
over again: “Eat this!” and that pissed
Goten off in a real way, because nobody said ‘Eat this’ but his mother and his
brother, and anyone else who thought they were high and mighty enough to rip
off the Prince of All Saiyans had better realize that the REAL princes were not
going to sit back and let that one slide.
But he calmed the anger before it rose his ki level and just kicked the
stupid, smirking bastard in the face.
“d
td
think with all the people you’d killed, you’d take a new pair of pants,” Goten
snapped, “What kind of moron walks around wearing the same ripped pants all the
time?”
Took
great satisfaction at the androids scream of anger. Thought that it was a good thing even as received the long line
of angry kicks. Haha, he thought at the
android, because I’m going to kick your mechanical ass.
~~~~**
Trunks: Well if
you’re ‘going to’ why haven’t you?
Goten:
Uhhh…Suspense?
Lil’Geta: We
reached our word limit.
Trunks: Huh?
Lil’Geta: Oi,
Goten, you pick all the genius ones, don’t you?
Goten: Right, and
the blonde bimbos you’re bringing home win the nobel peace prize!
Jaygoose:
be the whole: well written stories draw you in regardless of the original characters,
thing then. And I don’t know what’s
worse, having to wait for someone to update when you don’t know when they will,
or when you do know when they will.
Getarian:
and both of their parents. Oh, I loved
the line where Trunks says: “I’m not begging for it…out to be the one begging
for it.” *sighs happily that the line
turned out the way it was intended. * Hm.
you liked it. Yeah for you!
Mechanical
Butterfly:
is. It just is.”
Everything will be as it is meant to be. I’ve got a few chappies of this fic finished. Looks like it might be longer than I
wanted.
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