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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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Vegeta looked up, a slight change in his lover making itself known. �Kuro?� He pulled away, sitting back on Kuroichi�s thighs to look at him. He blinked. What just happened? Was� what� I don�t understand. I thought�His mind tumbled restlessly a moment longer. �Kuro� ?�

�Master?� Kuroichi�s hands moved to the hem of the shirt, wriggling to get it pulled up and over his head. He looked up at his master, at the angry, disappointed look on the proud face.

Vegeta sucked in a startled breath, meeting those soulless, lightless eyes. Eyes that had only recently been fighting back tears, had been full of hurt and pain, and no little despair. Master� He sighed, and rose. �I will come back� later.� He walked to the door connecting their room, pausing just a moment before he closed it tightly behind him.

I did something wrong again! No� no nononononono� I don�t want beaten again! The slightest hint of fear crept into the dark eyes staring at the closed door. Master� what did I do? You�ve never� left me. Not after saying you wanted to take me.

Kuroichi leapt to his feet, throwing a look around the room. Spotless. What did I do? What was it? No more� I can�t bear another beating from him� not again� and he will. I�ve displeased him badly enough� He grabbed up his discarded shirt and pulled it back on. Sheer terror lit the dark eyes then, realization setting in. No! I shouldn�t have done that! He missed me, wanted to� nonononononono� it will be so bad. He crumpled at the foot of the bed, eyes squeezed tightly shut, curled around himself. The thin whine, a terrified whimpering, was the only noise he was capable of making. He�d been a fool, he would be paying for it.

Vegeta, on the far side of the door, rubbed his forehead, listening to the whine. He�s afraid of me again. I�ve never� unless� A sudden savage light lit Vegeta�s eyes as he leapt to his feet and yanked the door open.

Kuroichi heard the door open, tried to stop the keening from his throat. As the measured steps came nearer, he forced himself out of the ball into a considerably more submissive posture, biting through his bottom lip in a desperate bid to stop his noise. His terror returned threefold when he felt the needle prick his arm.

�No no! Master, please no! please, not that, please no no no! I�ll be good I swear I won�t do it again I won�t I swear please� not that please Master, please I�ll be good,� he wailed. He couldn�t run, the foot planted firmly in the middle of his back held him in place. Tears rolled down his cheeks to mingle with the blood from his lip, dripping to the white carpet below. �Master I won�t� never again, please please no no!�

�You�d rather I beat you?�

�Yes, yes, please! Beat me, break me please I�ll be good. I won�t ever do that again. Please, Master, anything but the needle!� he whimpered, going limp again as the needle was removed. He held back his screams when his world erupted into fire and pain, determined that this time his master would not be displeased by his cries. He�d known he would be beaten, punished for his stupidity, punished for the keening he�d been too weak to stop, the tears he couldn�t hold back. I will� be� silent. His body jerked, bones shattering. This time� he� will be� proud�� of� me. He fell into darkness.

�Why are you crying now, brat?�

�It�s nothing.�

�I could hear you all the way down the hall.�

�It�s nothing, Vegeta. Nothing. At all. Not important.�

�My house has been filled with emotionally-damaged Sons,� Vegeta complained to the air before taking a seat on the bed and pulling Goten into his arms. �Now, tell me.�

�It�s stupid!� Goten answered, though he burrowed readily against the other man�s shoulder. �I�m stupid. I knew it would happen, it always does, and it�s not going to get to me this time! Not again. I know it always happens. Always. And I��

Vegeta couldn�t make out the rest, muffled by sobs and his shoulder and the fist Goten seemed intent on shoving down his own throat. He merely pulled the demi-Saiyan into his lap, offering him the comfort his father refused to take. And he takes it so readily, too. His father still shies away most of the time. But to get the information I need, he needs to calm down. I wonder if throwing him through the wall would work faster? He might get mad enough to be coherent then. And why do I have a house full of emotionally-damaged Sons, anyway? Next thing you know, Chi-Chi will be here because her baby is here, Gohan will have had a fight with Videl, and Pan will be here to try and get Trunks to marry her again. Gah!

Goten�s sobs were quieter now, and his hand now clutching Vegeta�s arm rather than being stuck down his throat. Good sign. �Well, whelp?�

�I hate him. I hate him, and I love him too much to leave�. Why doesn�t he want to let everyone know anymore? Why do I still have to hide? I thought it would be bad, before, but I don�t live with Mom now, I�m here, with him, and you know and don�t care� but I asked him to tell everyone and he won�t� he said� he said he liked having� having his own private whore� and then�.� The sniffling grew louder again, the hand moving back to try and choke back the sobs again.

Vegeta�s hold tightened involuntarily. Trunks would dare say that? �Tell me what happened.�

Goten managed to collect himself, laying bonelessly against Vegeta�s shoulder. �I�ve been so happy, here,� he said softly. �So happy. Being with Trunks, not having to hide what we are. Not here, because you knew. But� we�ve never told anyone else, no one at all.�

�I take it you asked him to?�

�At the party, the girls, Pan & her friends, and Bra�s friends� they were all flirting with him. He flirted back, he always does. It always happens like that, and I always feel jealous, and hurt� I feel like he�s ashamed of me. So afterwards, I told him I wanted us to let everyone know.� There was a very long silence Goten spent chewing on his fist again.

�He said no?� Vegeta asked finally.

Goten shook his head, rubbed at his eyes. �He � he said that he didn�t want to let everyone know, that he was fine with the arrangement we have now. He said he liked having his own� private whore to play with.� His fingers dug into Vegeta�s arms. �We�ve been lovers since I was fourteen� I thought we were� but� I don�t mean anything to him. Nothing. All those years together, and Kuro means more to you than I ever have to him. I thought he loved me. I asked him if he didn�t love me anymore, and he�� He broke down again, incoherent.

�Said he didn�t?� Vegeta guessed. I thought the boy loved him!

�No.� Goten bit down again, but he�d forgotten to put his fist back in his mouth and got Vegeta instead. Vegeta yelped and dumped him on the floor. Goten stayed where he�d fallen, not even trying to move to a more comfortable position. �He said of course he loved me, I was his most prized possession.� His voice, choked as it was, was dull, lifeless. �He said he loved the way I felt under him, loved the way I cried out his name, loved my body and my loyalty and that I am so emotional. He said he loves to play with me.�

�That doesn�t sound like Trunks!� Vegeta objected, before noticing the bruise that had been hidden by the long sleeves of Goten�s shirt. �And this doesn�t look like something he�d do to you!�

Goten yanked the sleeve down. �Sparring,� he said. �We still spar, I got a little battered up last time.�

�And this?� Vegeta picked the younger man back up, sliding the sleeve to reveal the chi binder beneath it. �Why are you wearing these?�

Goten blinked down at the wrist Vegeta held. His eyes went blank as he went limp, collapsing into the man who held him.

�Oh, wonderful,� Vegeta muttered. �He�s just like his father!� He lifted the boy gently, turning to lay him on the bed. He removed the chi binders, with the intent to obliterate them. The wounds he revealed said more than Goten�s words had. �TRUNKS! WHERE ARE YOU?�

Angry, Vegeta went in search of his son.

�There you are! What did you do to Goten?� Vegeta yanked Trunks from his seat at the kitchen table. �He�s tried to kill himself!�

�He did that when Kuroichi told him his father was dead,� Trunks snapped, trying to get free. �Why do you think I hate that bastard? No one makes Goten cry!�

�No one but you?� Vegeta shook him. �He�s up there now, passed out from crying so much just because you want a private whore!�

�A pri-� Trunks stopped fighting. �Good gods, he took that seriously?�

Vegeta dropped him. �Apparently.�

�Wait a minute - if you were with Goten, who was with your little pet? I thought you were fucking him.�

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Jewel: Tada! A longer chappy.

Vegeta: Yeah, sure. I�m a sap.

Goku: Hey, why can�t you post it?

Jewel: Error 718, at the moment. I�ve also had errors 721 and 691, although the last one�s the scary one.

Goku: Why scary?

Jewel: Cause it�s the one that says either my userid or my passwords wrong, and I know the id�s right. I don�t remember changing the password, and they don�t give those over the phone. So if it�s that, I�ve got a round trip drive of just over 100 miles to get it!

Goku: I�ll fly you.

Vegeta: And just how do you plan to get to her world?

Goku: Instant Transmission!

Jewel: Um, Goku? You do realize that anime and non-anime only cross in movies, right? Or fanfiction, come to think of it.

Goku: Really? Wow! *pause* Does that mean I can�t fly you?

Jewel: Yes. Baka. Why do you act so dumb?

Goku: Well, everyone expects it.

Vegeta: He�s right. The few times he does use his brains, he�s usually in battle.

Goku: Well of course. Everyone knows I can fight.
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