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Insanity	By : leen Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ok, another chapter then I'll go back to writing I think. I don't even know if it's actually worth reading?
This chapter is more on the wild side - so be warned before you encouter poorly written shower scenes and wet dreams. I'm still going through the learning process with this stuff.
Still struggling with the layout :<
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When the painfully repetitive school week finally comes to an end, I'm ready to give up on my science studies and am on the verge of planning the murder of my own father. He's been increasingly persistent the past few days, beating me up not only once to the point where I desperately wished I had a senzu bean. And the insults, it's like he was born with the simple purpose of causing me brain haemorrhage.
Unsurprisingly, as I arrive home Friday afternoon, I am completely beat. No sign of the arrogant royalty thank fuck, and luckily there's still time for a quick shower before you'll be here. I'll admit, this week has not been easy. Mentally or physically. Every single night I've simply passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow, with little time or energy to even consider my other.. bodily needs.
And right now, in the shower, I am agonisingly reminded of how I've neglected myself.
Shit, why now of all times.
I consider for a moment just leaving, this-this inconvenience until later, but one brush over my painful arousal makes me realise there's no way I can spend the night in this state.
Taking a hold of myself I grunt eagerly, my head tilted back as the burning hot water cascades down my weary muscles, the other hand lightly clutching my sack.
Slooow movements up and down my shaft, I am rewarded with a throbbing pleasure and a small moan escapes me as I continue to stroke myself, teasing the-oh-so sensitive head of my now dripping problem.
A thought comes to my mind as I pick up the pace, squeezing my tightening balls a little firmer. I'd kill to have you right here now. Blushing in front of me, you'd let me lean into you, nuzzling your neck, nibbling you – smelling you – gods, just the thought of your scent is making the pressure in my groin even more painful.
That amazing, tingling feeling is starting to dance up through my aching need, sending a rush straight to my head, instinctively my hand moves faster, harder.
Shit, I want your digit dancing on my lips again, parting them like I'd imagine your lips would part at the pressure of my leaking tip before dipping it into your sweet warm..
"Trunks?"
"Mmmm… nnngh, fuck." Closing my eyes as everything goes white, I have to bite the inside of my lip as I grunt my explosion into my hand, and hell, it's sending me lightheaded.
A shiver shakes my entire body, the hand responsible for the fondling comes to my rescue and supports me against the tiles, stopping me from crashing face forward into the wall.
Pulling myself together, and with a few more strokes as the feeling unhurriedly subsides, I empty the last of my seed making sure it all gets out.
A careful knock on the bathroom door. Which I now remember, wasn't closed properly – well I shouldn't have to. It's my fucking bathroom!
"You in there Trunks? Can I come in?"
"FUCK SAKE GOTEN!" Isn't it damned obvious that I'm in here? "Just- just give me a minute, okay?"
"Okay okay, just hurry up or I'll have to piss in your trashcan."
I pant, still recovering from my somewhat strangled eruption. Several days' worth of built up frustration and you think it's good timing to need a leak just as my fucking finale came crashing on me.
'Why the hell couldn't you have just used one of the guest ones?' I wonder to myself as I desperately empty half a shower gel bottle over my body to disguise the scent of my crimes, with a scrubber at the ready to scour my skin – and my perverted mind - raw.
"Fine, just make it quick," I turn my back towards the glass doors of the shower and continue my desperate cleansing.
You're whistling some silly tune as you relieve yourself – care to make this any more awkward huh?
With you finally gone, I step out and quickly wrap a towel around my hips before you get any other bright ideas. When I return to my bedroom I find you sprawled on my bed that's on the opposite side, eyes on the ceiling.
"Enjoy your shower?"
Your words freeze me as I'm digging through my drawers for something to wear. In the small mirror in front of me, I catch a glimpse of you across the room from the corner where the dresser is, but you're still in the same position as when I emerged from the shower. Nothing about you reveals whether you know exactly what you interrupted. I find what I'm looking for and pull out my underwear along with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"Sure did," I finally answer as I close the drawers.
I turn around, about to head back into the bathroom to get changed.
You sit up, hands planted behind you for support and legs resting wide open over the foot end of the bed - with a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame.
Fuck you.
"Jus' gonna get changed wont be a sec'," I mumble, trying to act as if I haven't caught on to what your game is about and make my way back to the on-suite.
"It never used to bother you."
I turn back to look at you, but this time you're slumping forward a little; your hands are twiddling thumbs in your lap and with a small smile you look.. apologetic?
"I mean.. I, never used to bother you.." You continue, looking down at your hands.
'That was before I started fantasising about you giving me head in the shower'.
Shut-the-fuck-up, brain.
"Don't be an idiot, why would you bother me?" I retort, adding a smile to reassure you I meant nothing bad by it.
Deciding there's absolutely nothing to be afraid of – and that the shower incident was just a mad moment of raging hormones – but still not wanting to exactly put on a show, I take a seat on the bed with my back towards you and pull on my boxers, letting the towel drop off as I stand up to adjust.. myself.
You were probably eyeing me up and down. I am pretty sure after all that girls aren't exactly your thing. I'm the only one who sees it of course, you'd never tell me straight you're way too insecure about it and I know for a fact you'd be terrified of all the beatings you'd get from several family members, probably including my own if they found out – heck I'd be shitting bricks too if I was you.
The recent.. incident, put aside, that bit about you doesn't bother me, never has and never will – you being a pillow biter doesn't change a thing between us. Well not literally a pillow biter, since I'm pretty sure you're still a virgin. Unless something happened during the summer..
I glance at you over my shoulder, a pang of possessiveness hitting me.
You raise your eyebrows as if expecting an explanation to the look on my face.
Time to talk about.. something, anything.
"Erm, mum had one of the spare bedrooms down the hall prepared for you.." I say as I turn back around and pull on my sweats.
"Oh.."
Hearing the disappointment in your voice, knowing you don't see us sleeping in the same bed as inappropriate as a normal person would, I quickly try to think of some kind of alternative.
"Actually, if you look in the drawers next to my bed there should be a capsule with a spare bed, if you'd rather use that. It was just mum, wanting you to feel at home and all that with your own space."
"No-no, the bedroom sounds.. great, I'll, erm, bring my bag there.. and that… Which one is it?"
"Sort it later," I suggest and sit down on the pillow side of my bed, resting my back against the headboard.
With your back still towards me, you get up – and for a second I think you're about to leave to find your guest room. Ready to pounce up and stop you, I soon realise you've just gone to check my game collection.
While you're flicking through the cases, looking to find something that'll entertain us both, I think back to earlier in the week.. I know I have to say something. I overacted, but not, at the same time. Surely it's not such a bad thing, not wanting your best friend to be drawn in by some ridiculously handsome blue haired player.. Oh he's a player for sure, he oozed of it.
"I'm sorry." It slips out, before I can even think of why I'm apologising.
"Hm?" You turn slightly towards me with a questioning look on your face.
Suddenly my hands become the most interesting thing I've ever seen since we discovered Master Roshi's personal porn collection when we were still little kids.
"Just.. 'Bout the other day, I didn't mean to come across so.." Choose your words carefully for fucks sake Trunks.
"Jealous?"
Your face shows little else but slight curiosity as my eyes snap from my hands to you. Damn it, stop putting me on the spot.
I look away again, can't handle feeling as if I'm being scrutinized.
"Hah.. Ye, no, I.. It's none of my business, I realised that. I just.. hadn't seen you in a while and.. I was having a shit day."
"Don't worry about it," you answer and I look up to see you smiling genuinely, before you return your attention back to the cases you're going through.
Finally you hold a game up, I nod and grab the remotes off the small table next to my bed. You take a seat beside me and hand me one of the controllers.

Even if I you've forgiven me for being an arse, I still feel like there's more to it.. Still.. worried?
The game is loading up.
"So.. Who is he?"
You give me a sideways glance, and laugh. Laugh!?
"What's so funny!?" Did I miss something here?
"Nothing."
I can still see the fucking grin on your face, doesn't seem like nothing to me.
"I wont refrain from beating it out of you and you know that's a fact," I threaten, empathising how serious I am by grabbing you by the back of your neck to make you sing.
"AOW AOW, OK ha ha, YOU WIN!" you push me off grinning and rub your abused tendons.
Aw, and how beautifully you sing.
"I knew you'd keep asking, that's all," you explain as the first round starts.
"He looks like trouble."
"Na he's alright, plus he lets me copy all his notes from class."
Way to win Goten's heart, or pants rather in this situation, just encourage his laziness by doing all his work for him and he'll practically strip in no time.
"So he's in your class?"
"Ye, funny actually 'cause we met at the beach in the summer."
There's that.. protective feeling rushing through me again, and I feel like growling.
"Really? The beach?" I ask wondering how long it would take me to locate the little shit to disintegrate him.
"Mhm."
A quick glance and you're showing no signs of being shy, embarrassed or anything like there's something to hide, just engrossed in the game.
Perhaps I don't need to piss on you to mark my territory after all.
"So.."
Gods damn it I'm losing the match 'cause all I can think about is whether you're oblivious to this guy's intentions or not. Even I could see them clear as day, after what, like 5 seconds!
"So?"
"Why was he.. you know.."
A deep sigh, and your controller is tossed down on the bed as you win the round.
I get up, grabbing the controllers and put them back by the console next to the tv – just to distract myself really, I don't know where I'm going with these questions, or why I'm asking them.
"He is a friend Trunks – a friend."
"Come on don't tell me you're THAT stupid, and blind! AND you was blushing!" I say bitterly and sit down facing you this time.
Your eyes flash angrily for a moment. Ye I know that was low, I know you're not stupid, but damn it Chibi, this guy, you're worth so much more.
"Of course I know what the guy fucking wants, you really think I was born yesterday? And what do you expect me to do, stay a virgin for the rest of my life 'cause you don't like the people I spend my time with?"
Reality check right there. There will come a time when I'm not the person closest to you, perhaps it's already happening.. This time I allow myself to run my hands through my hair in frustration, trying to think of how the conversation came to this. And how to save it.
"You think me so fucking naïve and gullible Trunks, but I'm perfectly aware of people around me – more than you could imagine."
I look up at you. Do you mean..? I search your eyes, you're not quite glaring at me but staring me down none the less. Surely you're not talking about.. us? About me? Not implying that there's something more to this.. friendship, or that you think there is? This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, that day when.. I don't know why I let myself slip like that, I didn't mean to, I'm not-
I all but crap my sweats there and then when the door flies open, smacking off the wall – it's amazing it's still on the hinges all together.
"Well this is quite the disappointment, I was hoping to find you in some compromising position so that I could finally prove your real preferences"
"Hello Vegeta," I sigh.
You look at me, panic clear as anything on your face.
"Was there anything you wanted, except for coming in here to insult me?" I ask, to reassure you it's not you he's after.
"Why is the woman telling me not to bother you with training tonight?
"'Cause I'm doing that thing that normal people do on the weekends, it's called taking a break."
"Don't give me that shit, plus Kakarot's brat here will be perfect bait, if I tied you up and beat him senseless I'll bet you'd shoot as far as Super Saiyan 3."
Gods he is pleased with himself and that statement, trademark stance with arms crossed over his chest.
Fuck-you-and-the-fucking-horse-you-came-in-on-you-smirking-bastard.
"Father, just.. go and harass someone else will ya, I'm too tired and hungry for this shit," I beg, rubbing the bridge of my nose.
"Hn, do you even realise what a weak image you're portraying, and in front of a low-class' son?"
"I don't caaaare."
"Brat, is Kakarot at home?"
"I think so," you shrug, not surprisingly, who really ever knows where he's at?
I spot my father opening his mouth with his eyes on you. Wanting this torture to end as soon as possible, and to keep you out of his ruthless assaults I inject;
"If you wanna see him SO badly just GO and find him, or wank it off in the shower I don't fucking care either way, just get out."
He snaps his mouth shut, lips pressed together tightly and brows drawn down into a dark glare. He'll tear me a brand new one next time I'm dragged into his chamber, for sure.
"Sunday morning" He says simply with a threatening finger pointing at me, then turns and walks out, slamming the door and I'm yet again surprised it hasn't shattered into splinters.
You look from the door back to me, with a raised brow.
"What was all that about?"
"Hm? Ah it's his latest favourite pass time, insisting I'm an "anal astronaut" as he so creatively puts it, most likely to make him feel better about himself in some kind of twisted way."
You actually laugh – perhaps the idiocy of my father isn't that bad after all – and you lean back against the headboard, visibly more relaxed than before we were interrupted.
"I missed you."
I'm snapped out of my thoughts, was probably staring at you while enjoying the sound of your laughter.
"You know I missed you too Chibi."
You was avoiding my eyes until then. Surprised you look up, sensitive about my pet name for you, but you smile.
"I feel like we've been.. slipping apart," you continue, retreating back to avoiding my eyes.
And it actually hurts seeing you like this. Sure you never was anything like the cocky bastard that I was raised to be, but not like this, doubtful and almost lost. I know I'm the one to blame, well, if you hadn't done what you did in the first place, or, maybe I'm the one overacting..
"It's just been one hell of a summer Goten, you wouldn't even believe some of the things my mum's dragged me along to! All in the name of Capsule Corp. I'd have given anything to spend that time with you instead."
You seem partially convinced. Though the look on your face tells me you know what this is about really, but none of us want to tackle it – probably for entirely different reasons.
"Plus, you're here now, that's all that matters."
"Guess you're right."
You're smiling again, but the atmosphere is so painfully subdued all of a sudden, I just don't know what to do, or say.
"Trunks! Goten! Your food is here!"
Saved by noodles.

We eat our food together with my 'conventional' family in the kitchen; as requested by dear mummy who wants to know all the gossip from the Sons.
I actually enjoy the dinner, listening to you telling mother about what Goku has – and hasn't - done during the summer to earn getting struck by the infamous frying pan, and mother chastising father for being such an irritable and ungrateful bastard seeing as she has never tried to beat the living day lights out of him, even with all the grief he causes on a daily basis.
"Hn, I'd like to see you try," he snorts.
"Pssh, all I'd need to do to make you cry is cut the power off to you-know-what," my mother leers evilly.
No wonder I can be such a tosser at times, just look at the people who produced me! But when I turn to you, you're smiling. A true, warm smile – I know my insane family never bothered you, and I.. erm not love, but enjoy the fact that you are here, with us. With me.
Stunned with wide eyes my father looks at my mother, you'd think she'd just told him Freiza is coming to join us for dinner.
"You-you wouldn't!" He finally stutters in disbelief.
We all laugh at his misfortune and he grunts in response, crossing his arms over his chest.
Wiping the tears out of her eyes my mother finally gathers her senses.
"So, Goten, you meet any nice girls during the summer? I know you're still young but Trunks seems hell bent on us never meeting any of his dates! You'd almost think he's too embarrassed to bring anyone here!"
I choke suddenly, not quite believing the subject of the evening just took the worst turn possible.
"Ha, that woman, is because they're not girls."
Gee, thanks dad.
"Oh stop it you," she says and swats his arm "I saw him sneaking off with a girl, for your information," she continues and raises an eyebrow my way. "After the meeting at the hotel about the new design for our capsules, thought I wouldn't notice you, didn't ya", she says winking with her finger pointing at me accusingly.
"Well this is news to me."
No. Not you as well. Please, someone, anyone – please attack earth and save me right now.
"Ah, she was real pretty Goten, dark long hair, how come you didn't tell him Trunks? She's the daughter of that guy from the medical department.. her name is M-m something.."
"Miwa" I fill in, mortified. So that's where she was from.
"That's it! How come you don't bring her home, huh?"
"Oooh I know her," You grin and turn to me, but I've already hid my face in my hands to spare myself from any further indignity.
"Woman, lay off the wine and mind your own business. It's obvious the boy doesn't want to talk about it."
I look over to where my father is sat through my fingers, startled, shocked – elated. I decide that I will take my beating on Sunday gratefully and with pleasure.

We're watching a movie in the living room downstairs. Half way through I notice you fidgeting slightly, realising I hadn't taken into consideration whether you still wasn't fond of horrors, and here I've made you watch a psychological thriller.
Is it wrong of me to feel this kind of sadistic pleasure watching you squirm, knowing that if I sat next to you and pulled you close you'd feel better?
We're sat opposite sides of the large sofa, at first glance you might not appear particularly bothered, sprawled out with your head on the arm rest, but I can see you nibbling on the nail of your thumb in the corner of my eye. At least the movie is distracting you from thinking – or worse, asking – about mother's stupid outburst earlier. You didn't seem.. jealous, not that you should have been, or maybe.. Maybe I just wanted you to care, wanted you to feel if only a fraction of how I felt when that blue haired nonce brushed your soft spikes away from your obsidian eyes..
As much as I don't actually want to you to be this uncomfortable, I don't want to treat you like a child either, it wont be too long until the movie finishes and I'll set up the spare bed in my bedroom.

Back in my room, I get the capsule out and pop it open before you can protest or insist on the guestroom. I want you here, even if it's not next to me, I just need you close. Not close, but just to make sure you're.. ok, you know, safe.
You flop down face first on the bed, I'd imagine it's been a hard week for you too with the extra homework and chores that shedevil you call mother delegates you as soon as you set your foot inside the door of your home.
"Tired?" I ask as I lie down on my stomach facing you at the foot end of my bed, arms folded underneath my chin.
"Mhm," a muffled answer with your face buried in the pillow.
"Did you wanna do somet' else now?"
You turn your head and set your eyes on me. Always so intense. Even in the dimmed light they stand out, your onyx spheres.
"How come you got so embarrassed?"
I was hoping you'd forget about it all to be honest, I didn't want to explain or be forced to remember. But I guess it's only fair after how I snapped at you.
I clear my throat, considering for a moment how to explain without making me sound like the biggest dickhead there ever was.
"Well.. You see, I, don't really remember much," I look at you with a pleading and painful expression begging you to understand and just leave it at that.
"You mean you was drunk?"
Guess not.
"I, well, erm, yes. Ridiculously so it would appear as well."
You smile, I know it's at my misfortune and perhaps idiocy but I have to laugh myself, as I have no clue what went on that night. I just remember waking up in a hotel room which I'd signed in Prince Vegeta's name – apparently. And yes father found out about that and yes he kicked my ass for it and the bill that came with it. 'How dare you impersonate the Prince of all Saiyans' - yada yada yada.
"So she was the girl on the green.." You pry with a small grin.
"Hah, ye, I don't think she was too pleased with me, didn't look like the kind of girl who's used to being forgotten."
A faint smile as a response, and I worry whether you're wondering if I often take off drunk with girls and leave them only to be ignored after.. That is not who I am, you know that. But even I have needs, being a curious teenager and all that, getting intoxicated to the point of where I don't even know my own name just makes it easier.
You've turned facing forward, staring out the window.
Light rain patters against the glass, if you wasn't here its soothing sound would most likely lull me to sleep.
"I really didn't like that movie."
I want to hold you just as you break the silence with your confession. But I can't, even if my heartbeat rises at the thought of having you close, protecting you even if you're not some little kid scared of monsters, I just.. can't. Shouldn't, we're not little kids anymore – it's not right.
"I'm sorry, I completely forgot you don't like thrillers."
"It's not like I'm scared of the dark still," you laugh, your eyes studying the trails of rain as they part in trembling patterns then find their way back to each other on the window. "Guess I just can't stomach that psychological shit."
I wonder whether I should say something about not minding if you wake me up, in the night, in case you can't sleep.. But it sounds stupid even as I think it, so not wanting you to believe I think you're a sissy, I keep quiet.
.
"Remember that storm when I was like 5? When I was scared shitless, crying my eyes out until you snuck in through the window?"
"Hah, ye.. I remember feeling your ki drop like crazy and flew like my damned life depended on it over to your house."
"I felt safe then."
Suddenly silence fills the room, as if something is missing. Like someone is supposed to say something, and the whole world is waiting for the answer. When it doesn't come, you undress, sigh deeply and lie down on your side – this time away from me.
"G'night Trunks" You say as if disappointed and get in underneath the covers.
"Night Goten" I answer getting up and pull my clothes off before I slip in under my own covers.
I don't get much time wondering about your dejected tone of voice, or why you would remind me of how I don't protect you anymore like I used to, 'cause fatigue soon beats me and everything is lost in the darkness.

My vision explodes with a blinding light, and a deafening surge of something that sounds as if the skies have just ruptured makes me shoot up in bed. The threatening display dancing across the sky outside is what first catches my attention, that and the torrential rain.
Relieved it's only a storm, I soon realise you're sat on the ledge of the window. From where I am I can see your black eyes, enthralled by the captivating lightshow.
"Goten?"
Surprised, maybe even a bit startled you turn towards me.
There, in the flashing lights, realisation comes crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. Even though darkness is cast over most part of you, your profile is highlighted with every flash of lightning, illuminating your dark gaze one second, revealing your still adolescent but powerful – half naked - frame the next. And kami, you are absolutely fucking breath taking.
Without thinking, or hesitating or even wondering why, I get up and walk over to where you are.
You still haven't said a word, but I can see that look in your eyes. And I realise, this is what I really wanted all along. To give in to your eyes pleading for me to finally accept you, this. Taking your hand, with you slipping silently off the ledge, I lead you back to my bed – never taking my eyes off yours.
I grab you gently at the back of your soft spikes, nuzzling your neck – breathing you in, and boldly, I taste that arousing scent with the tip of my tongue. When a small moan erupts against my shoulder from your soft mouth, I have to stop myself from pinning you against the bed, stop myself from tearing at you like an animal. Instead, I lay you down gently, nipping and tasting your neck and collar bone, placing a leg between yours, spreading you out somewhat and with a growl I press my hard length against you.
"Gods Trunks."
Your moan goes straight to my groin, making me skip tender little kisses all together.
"Shiit," I hiss into your already searing skin, with another stroke of my body against yours.
"H-nnnn," you answer with an equally hard arousal grinding into me.
Hand at the nape of my neck, you pull me down – pressing your lips against mine. And of course – I answer. Your absolutely delicious lips part, and your even sweeter tongue dips in and softly massages mine, but it leaves me too soon, and I whimper as the kiss is broken.
I peer down at you, but you've started to fade into the darkness. And with a slight smile you vanish completely. No no no, this can't be happening, not now – not when I've finally seen you, as if for the first time, just as I've managed to throw all my stupid concepts and fears away.
I scream your name into the night, feeling as if someone's quite brutally crushed my ribcage and ripped my heart out.
"Trunks?"
My throat is hurting, sweat making the sheets cling to my body and my eyes try to regain their focus. That was your voice just then, which means; you're not gone.
"You ok Trunks?"
I turn to the sound of your voice, dazed and not knowing what's going on.
But there you are, back in the spare bed where I left you when we first said our good nights. I half sit up, wondering why you're back there if you never did disappear. Did I do something wrong?
"How come you're over there?" I finally manage to ask, feeling as if my oesophagus has been set on fire.
In the weak light of the moon, I can make out your confused expression, brows drawn together and slightly raised.
"What d'you mean? You was having a nightmare, you was screaming just before you woke up".
I don't know if I'm relieved or frustrated with my discovery, my confused state was simply me waking up but truly believing it had been happening. Well shit, even if it turned me on more than anything I decide it's a good thing it didn't actually happen.
"You alright?"
"Ye sorry, just phased out a bit there.. I'm fine, s'only a nightmare," I answer, voice still hoarse.
"It sounded quite bad, just before you woke up that is."
Oh gods don't tell me I gave off any other signs before that, what is wrong with me? Has exhaustion completely fucked my brain up?
"It was just vivid," I say before yawning.
You're silently considering something, please don't ask, I don't think I can pull off believable half-truths right now.
Your sheets rustle, and just like in my dream your half naked form is revealed, only this time illuminated by the faint moonshine. You silently move towards the opposite side of my bed from where I'm currently panicking, not breathing and shit scared as to what you might think I've just dreamt of.
A small laugh, as you get in under the covers, your eyes on mine.
"Don't look so scared, I couldn't sleep, do you mind?"
'Pull yourself together damn it', if I admit that it'd probably be best if you stayed in the spare bed at a safe distance at the moment due to my system malfunctioning you'll definitely catch on to what's going on – but kami only knows what my head – both of them – will come up with if you're sleeping next to me.
"No-no-it's-completely-fine," I finally blurt out and lie down, staring at absolutely nothing in the ceiling.
"You sure you're ok? You seem worked up."
My thoughts of granny pants, kittens and other non-arousing things are interrupted by your curious voice.
"I'm ok," I exhale, thinking of something to convince you "This week has just been.. difficult. Studying, getting beat up and helping Bulma going over accounts, it's just done a number on me I think," I sigh as I run my hand through my hair.
"Anything I can do? Do you need anything to help you sleep?"
I can hear the genuine concern in your voice, and it brings me a small smile. Your eyes so dark, the night sky outside pales in comparison to them, and I can finally breathe out and relax.
Without asking if it's ok, or an invitation or even a thought, I snake my arm under you and pull you in so your back is against my chest, crossing my arms around your narrow waist. Anything uneasy, or uncertain, all paranoia leaves me, as if drawing you in suddenly decontaminated me.
"Just stay with me," I whisper into the nape of your neck, all my cursed teenage hormones finally giving me a rest.
This is what I've missed – no craved - your scent and your skin, I don't know why that is, but I can feel the ache that has been residing in my body for far too long, simply fade away. Funny, how I'm the one holding you, when it's you soothing me, grounding me. Maybe it wasn't you who needed this protective closeness from reality all these years.
You peer over your shoulder, and turn around slowly, studying my eyes for a brief moment.
I wonder what you're thinking, pretty sure my odd behaviour is puzzling you. But I'm guessing you didn't find what you was looking for, as with a small sigh you pull closer, your head on my shoulder and your dark soft spikes tickling my face.
A gentle caress across my chest, you're lazily running your fingers over my skin.
Closing my eyes, thoroughly enjoying the soothing touch, I smile to myself. I know what you're doing.
"It's the biggest hamburger ever known to man."
"How did you guess that?! You're cheating," you protest and rub the skin as if cleaning off the chalk on a blackboard.
"'Cause all you ever think about is food."
"I think that was before I hit saiyan-puberty," you laugh.
Your fingers are back, half tickling my abdomen, making soft patterns and circles. This time, with your head on my chest, it's different. You're different. I can feel it clearly both in you and in the air. You're not asking for protection, or for me to soothe you. Although you're younger, your strength is starting to show in your physique while I'm somewhat taller and leaner. And here I am, comforted under your heavy weight, with your confident presence relaxing me. But what's more surprising, is the change in your scent. Still consoling, still you, but it's more.
However strange it sounds in my fucked up head, it's.. dominant. A young male's scent, for some reason my brain instinctively picks it up as that, and it makes me feel.. whole. Who's the kid now huh?
And with that, I must have drifted off to sleep, 'cause I don't remember anything else.

The next morning, we're sat at the breakfast bar with mother who's asking away about your brother's new job at the University. Such a nerd that one, possibly the universe's biggest contradiction. For all the power he supposedly had back in the days when they were fighting Cell, he sure doesn't show it now. And don't even get me started on the Great Saiyaman, just thinking about it makes me shudder. No wonder father is convinced Gohan sustained brain damage at a young age, sort of like Goku had. And let's not forget that I'm pretty sure that Gohan, in all his heterosexual glory, has the hots for the future me. Now THAT, is awkward, believe me.
The bright kitchen, filled with delicious scents of the food that has been cooked up especially for our appetites by the robots, is suddenly taken over by what can only be described as a ghastly chill.
I look up only to be met by a dark glare. What the hell did I do this time? I thought we were on good terms since last night, as good as can be when it comes to the arrogant prince at least.
He looks over to where you're sat, narrowing his eyes. He knows something. What there is to know I don't have a clue, except for my absurd dream there isn't really anything I've done that's incriminating.
But even so, I can still feel the palms of my hands getting sweaty. Does he think there's something going on between us? He looks back at me, he's discretely sniffing the air. What the hell is going on?
He's about to speak, but stops himself as if reconsidering something, turns on his heel and disappears out of the kitchen again.
You and mother are completely oblivious to what just happened, chatting away about your shared passion for inventions that make life as easy as possible.
"Ch-erm-Goten, let's get outta here," I interrupt you both.
"Oh, ok – lemme just.." you answer and start scooping up the rest of the sandwich rolls on the plate in front of you.
"You sure are your father's son," my mother laughs.
"Sorry Bulma, did you w-"
"No no take them with you, and say hi to everyone if I don't see you later," she answers smiling.
"Thanks," and with that big stupid grin on your face, I grab your arm and drag you out of Capsule Corp before you ask if you can empty the fridge of its contents as well.

"What's the sudden rush?" You ask while we fly through the air, wind whipping against our faces.
"Just thought we'd get out for a bit of fresh air s'all."
"Wanna go to the lake?"
"It's not exactly perfect weather to go swimming is it?" I answer moodily, still riled up by my father's strange behaviour. Isn't it enough that I have to deal with my own?
"Na, just thought we could relax.. or something, I don't know. You seem like something crawled up your ass again."
A black brow is raised, questioning me. You're right, I'm being unfair, and a dickhead.
"Sorry, you're right. It sounds like a good idea."

Even though autumn is drawing near and the leaves on the trees around us are turning, the sun is still warm on our faces as we lay in the meadow by the little lake – one of our secret escapes since we were little.
When we first landed you did surprise me with a punch to my jaw – didn't see that one coming. I dived to tackle you head on, and you laughed as we rolled down the grassy hill.
Wrestling more so than sparring, I won of course. But only just. You grinned fiercely, panting, when I finally managed to pin you down underneath me with my hands holding your wrists down on either side of your face in the grass. The fact that you almost had me seemed to satisfy you enough to not even care about the fact that it was I who won, technically.
"I take it you've been spending more time with Goku?" I pry, eyes closed and my hand brushing over the soft grass were we lay on our backs.
"Someone's ego sounds bruised."
"Pff, I was only stroking yours."
You laugh, not that boyish giggle that used to tickle me, more a deep chuckle.
"Ye I have," you admit then, not as if I needed to be told, you nearly had me on my arse, there's only one person who could train you so efficiently.
"I think he's a bit lost.." you continue "Like he's struggling to see what his purpose is now. And you know Gohan, newly turned scholar and dear mummy's pride and joy, neither of them can see that he's like a lost kami-damned pup, too busy with themselves."
"So you spar?"
"Mm, not that I'm much of a challenge. But I don't know any other way to help him."
"Maybe if his highness would get off his damned high horse he could do something.. What do you reckon is causing it anyway?"
"Probably the same thing that makes Vegeta abuse himself in the GR 12 hours a day."
"Do you think.. it's the fact that they're full blooded Saiyans, making them restless or whatever, I don't know," I wonder out loud, knowing fully well the hunger for a good fight – but it sure as hell doesn't send me into a deep depression if I get to slack off.
"Could be."
You turn over onto your stomach, supporting yourself on your elbows, I prop myself up curious about the sudden change.
"You know.. they're having a bonfire on the beach in a couple of weeks," you start, sounding somewhat hesitant.
"They?"
"Ye well, people from school. Thought you might like to come with me?"
Ugh gods, people, crowds, sand in all kinds of crevices, stupid kids getting drunk – I am perfectly aware that judgemental term would also include me but I only ever get bladdered while I'm alone, it's not until AFTER that trouble finds me.
"You know I'm not very good with those kinda things Goten.. And the beach? It's cold out, there's nothing enjoyable about the beach in autumn."
"Come on, I want you to, for me please," you plead, meeting my lowered gaze.
Still a bit apprehensive about these, close, encounters between us I let myself fall back down onto the grass. Torn between not wanting to associate with the kinds of people I suspect will be there, and not wanting to let you out of my sight with said people either..
"Fine fine, but don't expect me to stay for long."
"And promise you won't hurt anyone," you leer mockingly.
"You want me to bring a leash for you to keep me on?"
"Hah, don't tempt me."
And with that, things appear like they're back to normal. As normal as can be. My brain has restored itself to its nearly normal functioning state, and you and I – we're ok, just like I thought – maybe hoped rather – we would be.
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