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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.
~~~~**
Bulma
was standing in the doorway when they dragged themselves home.
because he thought it would make the other boy feel better, but Vegeta had
pride to consider and he wasn’t going to drag himself across an endless desert
just because Trunks would feel better for it.
They’d left the fight because of Trunks; use use he wasn’t able to
sustain his power level and Vegeta wasn’t about to let him feel any better
about that. Besides he wasn’t
hurt. Not even a bruise, really.
sparring. A lifetime of knowing that
your parents had kicked the ass of every invader the world had ever seen, and
would most likely kick your ass if you didn’t learn to defend yourself.
really good shots at his Dad. Landed a
few that sent his mother barreling through mountains, so he was pretty
confident that these robots would be nothing.
But
Aunt Bulma was not pleased with them.
“What a coincidence that you all disappear at the same time the androids
attacked! I hope you have your eulogy
ready.”
Goten
gave her a look. “Of course we do,
Bulma. I want mine to say:
Vegeta
snorted. His stupid little
brother. Of course, said stupid little
brother was carrying Trunks into the house and upstairs to the boy’s room.
what they’re going to go do. He stayed
outside, looked at the world in the daylight, found that it was more depressing
when he could see all the things that should have been there but weren’t.
his parents. Like their toys, and the
stuff that Goten had taken apart and left lying around their yard.
always milling around. None of that was
here. And there was a good possibility
he was never going to see it again.
But
he was wasting his time with this endless angst. Not that he had much else to interest him.
dangerous Vegeta. He considered going
to annoy the androids more, thought that probably wasn’t a good idea, because
he and Goten had no intention of powering up to Super Saiyan until they
absolutely had to. No need giving the
enemy a full view of what they were capable of until the stupid ones had show
them everything they were willing to do.
Considered
going upstairs and surprising his little brother and his new project, wondered
what kind of thing they were doing today.
Probably not. Trunks might never
recover from having both hem hem see him naked. Goten wouldn’t give a fuck, probably, but he would be ticked off
because Trunks would be. Which left him
to find something to do out h
inspiring.
Thought
about the Dragon Balls. It would be a
waste of time, really.
point in bringing allse pse people back.
They were safer dead. You
couldn’t feel pain when you were dead.
You didn’t have to worry about horrible things happening to the people
you loved when you were dead. He
huffed.
If it
had been their world he would have gone and nagged his father into a spar—yeah,
that took a whole lot of nagging—or found someone to fuck.
here. Nobody here was even half-strong
enough to put up with a full blooded Saiyan.
Nobody would even want to, probably.
Nothing like showing off your tail to make girls scream and run
away. Or boys; although, mostly, he
left boys to Goten. Yeah, his little
brother called him the Ten-second king of Porn because Vegeta could divest any
female of her panties in ten-seconds or less, but Goten was the master of
lubrication.
And
he shook his head again. Oy.
lives. But that was part and partial of
the whole Saiyan gig, wasn’t it? They
had found—by passing through dimensions—that if Super Saiyans were rare, Twins
were downright unheard of. If a Super
Saiyan was born once every thousand years, a set of twins was born once every
ten thousand. Sure, there could be
multiple births from the same mother, but never a set of maternal twins.
them would be so strong that nothing—not even death—would ever transcend
it. It could never break.
each other permanently. No escape.
Vegeta
huffed again, leaned against the building.
Tried to find something to do that didn’t involve bloodshed.
he decided that he would just wait until his brother finished his little
seduction-scheme for the day.
~~~**
Trunks
sat on the bed, pulled his shirt off and tossed it over to the pile of other
bloody shirts. Watched Goten searching
through his pockets—that boy’s pants had so many pockets, it wouldn’t surprise
Trunks if he pulled out a whole marching band—and the search finally turned up
a small metal case.
“You
don’t have any senzu, do you?” was the question.
Trunks
shook his head, then turned to look at the gash on his arm.
see the bone. Great.
the fight. Goten grabbed the injured
arm and lifted it up, looked at it like he was some doctxperxpert or something,
then let it go, shoved Trunks over and sat next to him.
“Just
try not to scream,” Goten said. Then he
opened the metal case and pulled out a needle.
“I don’t have anything to numb the area. Me and Vegeta don’t generally get hurt like this, and Dad is
terrified of needles.” Then he threaded
said needle with very thin, glimmering thread.
He gave Trunks a look. Then
dipped his head down and LICKED the wound.
Over and over again until Trunks was hissing through his clenched teeth—that
hurt, dammit—and then Goten pulled back, used two fingers and squeezed the skin
back together. Held the needle over the
skin, met Trunks’ eyes, and the little bastard pushed the needle into the skin.
“Hey!”
Trunks yelled. “What are you doing?!”
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ignored him, but the sheer strength of his concentration stopped Trunks from
being able to move his arm. But the
would felt like it was being bathed in fire as it was pushed back together.
idiot come from that he thought licking the wound and sewing it up was going to
solve their pro.
Goten said—more annoyed than Trunks had ever heard him— “You should realize
that I am trying to help you. Specifically,
Saiyan physiology is naturally healing.
That means, the best way to clean your wounds is to lick them.
heal quicker, leave a much less obvious scar.
And Third,” he said this as he closed off the wound and tied the thread,
“You have really got to learn that not everyone is out to hurt you.”
back into the case. Snapped the case
shut and shoved it back into his pocket.
stared at him. “Some people just want
to fuck you, apparently.”
didn’t seem fazed. He just sighed,
stood up and walked toward the door.
“Look,” he said as he picked up his jacket, “I’ve got much better things
to be doing than listening to you give me shit. I haven’t done anything to you that you haven’t agreed to.
shoved it up your own ass.” Then he
left the room. Didn’t slam the door,
but the way it clicked shut was much more meaningful. Blunt.
grimaced. Hated him.
capable of going Super Saiyan—they said they were anyway—and they’d been out
there on that battlefield and not done a thing. Just blocked attacks, made snide comments and let themselves get
beaten up. Worthless.
the same time, he wanted the other boy to be back in the roith ith him.
him feel better, because he was sick of feeling like a failure all the time.
~~~**
high and mighty Prince of Boredom, Vegeta, was standing outside, using pinprick
sized ki blasts to kill flies. There
was an impressive pile in front of him, but Goten wasn’t impressed.
back against the house and joined him in his endeavor.
keep coming.
unending m fam failing?” Vegeta asked.
to wait for him now,” Goten said, “The rest is up to him.”
snorted. “You and your damn morality clause.”
deflower virgins until they came to him and asked him to.
it and that was nice, but there was always some sort of backlash with the
freshly deflowered virgin woke up and remembered he had not wanted this.
decided that he wasn’t going to put up with the circular logic bullshit
anymore. “You know me.
bored.”
shot down a few more flies. “Couldn’t
tell.”
to do something?”
I did want to get sex, but that doesn’t seem to be happening.
it’s really not necessary for you to tell me about your every conquest, you
know.”
the day that you make it through a fuck without informing of every minute
detail I’ll try and spare your ears.”
Goten pushed off the building, lifted himself off the ground and leaned
back, reclined as he floated in the air and thought about what they could be
doing. Really, they could do anything
they wanted, because as long as they were back here before tomorrow, they could
take the time machine and go anywhere.
Except home. “But in the
meantime, have any ideas?”
you think that Italy is still there?” Vegeta asked.
why?”
want pizza.”
it was as simple as that. Goten drifted
back down, shook his head at his brother, because Vegeta was a very odd person
most of the time, raised two fingers to his forehead and felt instant
transmission blink him out of existence for a moment.
weren’t supposed to UNLEAN the LEANING TOWER OF PIZA!”
Capsule building, carrying a stack of pizzas and yelling at his brother as he
too, returned from instant transmission.
was sick of them always bragging about it!”
He faked an Italian accent: “Look at my leaning tower!
can shut up about it.”
was sitting in the kitchen, and the smell of hot pizza made his stomach
grumble. Goten looked at him for just a
second, tossed the pizzas at him, and then went back to yelling at his brother.
was a treasure of the ancient world, Ve-ge-ta!
You are not supposed to do things like that!”
from the person who destroyed the pyramids at Giza?”
from the idiot that made a new nose for the sphinx?”
the Great Wall of China at me?
Hmm? Mr. Don’t destroy
historical treasures?!”
wasn’t my fault! You started that
fight. And we’re not talking about what
I’ve done, we’re talking about you relocating the leaning tower!”
talking about that. I’m not.”
gave his brother a smirk. Won the
battle that easily, because there was little to no retort to that comment.
to his face, and the return punch that hit Goten in the gut.
didn’t care. He was eating the
pizza—third one now—and as long as they didn’t touch the food, he would not say
a thing to them. However, Vegeta
frowned, and sniffed the air—arrogantly of course—and then moved over to
Trunks, grabbed a handful of shirt and pulled it down off his shoulder, to bare
the wound on his arm. Then—without
releasing Trunks—he turned to look at his brother.
didn’t you tell me about this?”
stitched it up,” Goten retorted, “And I cleaned it.”
let Trunks go, crossed the kitchen, pulled a towel out of his pocket—he too had
pants with numerous pockets—and used hot water to get it wet.
after it was nice and sudsy, he came back to Trunks’ side and tore the shirt
away from the wound. Used the towel,
which was quite soft, to scrub at the injury.
Trunks yelled. But the fingers that
held his elbow just tightened, and he couldn’t move more than to jerk, and that
hurt more.
was going to check it!” Goten said.
should have told me,” Vegeta snapped.
He stopped scrubbing long enough to wipe the area clean with his shirt
sleeve, then sniffed again, and let Trunks go.
“He won’t be any use to anyone if he loses an arm.”
wouldn’t have let that happen. What is
it with you thinking that you know everything better?”
is it with you that you think you have to do everything yourself?”
up and then reached into his pocket and pulled the shiny gray bag that it had
apparently been in, out of his pocket, put the towel back in, closed it and
dropped it back in his pocket.
fighting,” Trunks said. He grimaced,
because the wound had just stopped stinging before Vegeta decided to scrub
it. And now it felt like there was a
fire running up and down his whole arm again.
“You sound ridiculous.”
Vegeta snapped. And he left the
room.
sneered at his departing brother and then turned to look at Trunks.
more grace than Trunks had seen a Saiyan possess, and then put his dirty boots
up on the table. A grin on his face,
and then he licked his lips.
Trunks said, “Three hours of listening to my mother give me a guilt trip about
how I was trying to get myself killed.”
are a bitch like that,” Goten said, “Of course my mom was more likely to smack
me and ‘Geta upside our heads for not trying to get ourselves killed.”
stared at the pizza, thought of how he wasn’t really that hungry anymore, but
the wound on his arm really hurt. Much
more than he thought it should. Maybe
he was just being a wimp. And he
sighed, watched Goten drop his legs away from the table and lean toward
him. Watched him as he looked at the
wound. “Don’t touch it anymore,” Trunks
said.
that much?” Goten asked.
didn’t say that.”
well, I speak obstinate prince, so I know what you meant.”
totally new.
had never sparked pleasure quite like that before. Trunks shivered from the top of his head all the way down to his
toes. Gripped the side of the table as
he stared at Goten’s little smile.
Thought of why he didn’t want to let this boy do whatever he wanted with
Trunks. Because there was an invisible
layer of acceptability. Bec>Because Trunks
was worth more than just a quick fuck—not that anyone had proven that to the
boy, but he was sure he was worth more than that. Because he was afraid that if he let Goten do what he wanted that
Trunks would have to feel something besides pain and anger.
didn’t you and Vegeta use your super powers to defeat the androids?” Trunks
said this with a more than appropriate amount of sarcasm, because all those the
troublesome duo bragged they were Super Saiyans, he had yet to see them do
anything overly impressive. Or even
mildly impressive. They proved time and
time again they could get in fights with each other, but other than getting in
trouble, they didn’t seem to have any skills.
(Except Goten’s ability to make him come screaming like a little
girl.)
before you show them your true ability.”
him. Wanted to kiss him.
knew that fucking probably required so many fewer brain cells than anger.
asked you to believe us,” Goten said, “You obviously don’t want to.”
he was a little kid and walked away.
Other than the swish, swish of his tail, there was no indication that he
had any clue Trunks would have let him take everything he wanted in that
moment.
it was better that way, Trunks thought.
Then, as he stood up and moved after the retreating imp, he
thought: Maybe it wasn’t.
not asking you for sex.
afraid you’ll put him to sleep again.
recall anyone asking you.
don’t need to be asked. My opinion is
always needed.
joy.
Butterfly:
being cut short. But take comfort in
the fact that there will be more fights.
More cockiness. (more lemons
too.) I have no idea where Goten gets
his patience from, because we all know his parents don’t have very much of it
when it comes to sex, do they?
twenty thousand words. But, alas, that
is why I have a word limit. I’m writing
a book (an original) and I realized that it was past the 100,000 word point and
I was still missing chapters, and had to cut it back because the publisher I
wanted tnd ind it to only wanted just around 100, 000 words.
Thus the word limit (on almost everything I write now.)
loved that line “Don’t be such a boring fuck.”
Ah. Good stuff.
own writing forever) I’m very pleased you like it. Unfortunately, the story does get a bit darker (sigh) but there’s
always the twins’ twisted sense of humor to help out with the angst.
virginity.