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Much Like Suffocating

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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:

A.      
If I owned the show (DBZ), dontcha think you’d be watching the smut
instead of just reading it? (Insert
standard disclaimer here: I don’t own Vegeta,
Goku, (any other characters mentioned herein) or the show they came from DBZ
DBGT or just plain DB.)

B.      
ALL RIGHTY. *rubs hands
together and looks up terms for the list of warnings: * Sadly, this is AU, but folks, don’t run away
already screaming. You can read
it. I swear It’ll be chocked full of
lemony goodness. LEMONS (Not talking
about the fruit here, either. I’m
talking about the sex ones; although how did it come to be a ‘lemon’
anyway?) Homosexuality (er…duh.) Also (warnings I’ve never used before!
Gasp): bondage, shady professions, and
graphic descriptions. "> (Hopefully
graphic anywho.) Also, dirty language
doubtlessly. DARK. BAD THINGS HAPPEN HERE FOLKS.

C.      
As always I strive to keep folk in character even when they are not
‘themselves’ in the canon-sense. If
you’re reading this and you’re like they are so not in character, give it a
chappie or two and see if you still think that.

I tried very hard not to write this. I batted it down and tried to starve the
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.

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Trunks
walked (a miracle, he assured himself, a real miracle) into the throne room and
found his brother sitting on the throne.
Tryin to acquaint himself to the feeling of being the King, and Trunks
stopped at the appropriate distance, bowed his head and looked at the little
dents in the floor of the throne room where Bardock had died. Smirked at them.

Sure,
he thought, smirk at those because your mate’s gone to ‘handle something’ in a
‘way you don’t want to know about.’
Whatever. He knew what Goten was
going to do, knew why and knew what it would mean to him when it was done:
nothing. The fucking Juro Gods might
not be hounding Goten’s every step, but Juro instincts were not nearly as
transient. When you felt a mind in pain
you dealt with it, that’s what good Juro did.
That’s what Goten was doing now, and sent him here to find out ‘what next?’

“Don’t
bow to me,” Vegeta said. Stood up. “You don’t ever have to bow to me.”

Trunks
smirked. “Good to know.” He’d bow anyway. They both knew it.
Because Vegeta was the King.
Because Trunks knew what shit it had taken to get Vegeta to the
throne. Knew how many people had died,
how they had died. Remembered the screams
of everything he had killed, remembered his own. Remembered how Bardock had tried to kill him, how the King had
looked at him with blank eyes and hated him.
“So what now?” he asked.

Vegeta
shrugged. “Chichi’s taking the
traitor’s heart home to her people as a trophy. Bulma’s going home to her family. Goku is staying here.” A
pause. “With me.” There was possessiveness there. Deep possessiveness, that meant even if Goku
didn’t stay because he loved the King or wanted him, he would always be Vegeta’s
business, and his well-being would always be the King’s concern. “What about you?”

Trunks
shrugged. “Don’t know. Go back to earth, maybe. Depends on whether or not you need someone
to kill icejins. Goten thought you
might. They’re mobilizing against the
Saiyans. Him and I can take out as many
as you want us to.”

Vegeta
smirked. “The icejins are not that
large a threat.” A strange look. “But I would like you to stay. For a while.”

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Part
of Krillin knew it would happen. He
remembered that much from the Juro.
Remembered how hard it was to just ignore a mind that screamed in pain
the way his was. So when he felt the
half-breed climb into his bed, he wasn’t surprised. Didn’t care, but wasn’t shocked when his clothes were pulled off
and he shivered when the half-breed’s painfully warm skin touched his. Didn’t turn around and look at him, but felt
the mind wrap around his, felt how their skin, touching like this, let him back
into that world, where he could hear.
He could feel his mind expand beyond the walls of what he was. And thought, just briefly, that Chichi was
right when she called Goten an addiction.

He
knew what came next, felt it in Goten’s mind and his own, and it was the only logical
conclusion, lifted his leg up and gave the half-breed the space to press slick
fingers into him. The other arm moved
under his body and a large hand—Goten was larger than the Juro and smaller than
the Saiyans—wrapped around his erection.
He breathed heavily, but didn’t care, felt his mind inside of Goten’s,
spreading out again, feeling the others.
Touching each mind as the fingers pressed into him, thrusting and
spreading the lubrication. Making him
ready, and he arched into it, reached behind him and wrapped both his smaller
hands around Goten.

Wondered
if it would hurt.

Didn’t
care.

Blindly
pulled Goten into place, felt the large head against him and opened up his
mind, shouted yes, with all of his being.
Needed it. Something to keep him
from remembering he was lost. Felt that
he was himself again, with marks on his forehead and a bald head. Felt that he was returned to that place
where he was a Prince as he was pulled down onto Goten’s erection. Felt the mental flinch of their minds. Because he had never done this, and he knew
his body was tight. Smaller and tight,
and Goten was hot and large.

Inside
of him. Physically now. He felt the parts of himself that Goten had
taken when he touched his skin during the fight. Found himself smiling as he thought of Milla. Thought of how he had kissed her and how her
lips were the perfect pink and coral color.

Ached
where he was spread so wide open, and felt the movement of hard flesh inside of
him, only distantly as the hand moved on him and he remembered Milla. Her blush, how she was shorter than him and
so pretty. Pious and perfect and
even-mannered. How she had feverishly
told him she loved him. Told him that
they wouldn’t have to wait, that the Priests told her. It was okay.

Remembered
the pearly tears in her eyes when he took her that first time. Groaned now, felt himself being used, and
using, and every movement of that heat inside of him was burning him. Making him need more of it, he thrust his
hips back helplessly. Wrapped himself
up tighter in those memories Goten had of him.
It was easy to forget about the half-breed, even as opened as he was by
him. Because he didn’t make a sound as
he rolled Krillin onto his stomach, held his hips up with telekinetic hands as
one hand stayed wrapped around his erection and the other with slick fingers,
stayed on his skin, just there on his back, right over where Milla’s little
hand had been.

The
second time. When he sank into her and
she gasped and whimpered, and put her hands on him. Told him that it was better this time, and promised him it didn’t
hurt her. He had kissed her. He remembered that. Felt their minds tangle up, felt that
melding, the mind and the body.
Remembered that then, he had loved his Gods. Then. Before Bardock.

Before
this.

Knew
he had tears in his eyes. Knew he was
crying out as he was fucked, knew this and didn’t care. He wasn’t part of this world now. He was with Milla now. Reer her her like light wrapped up tight around
him, and he wanted to touch her again.
Couldn’t bear the shame of her seeing him this way.

Felt
that unnatural hair on his face as it swung with the thrusts that moved his
whole body, that drove grunts and whines out of him as he was pulled back with
more power against the hardness that was so far inside of him. Like the mind he was trapped up in. Goten’s mind. Felt his way through the darkness of that mind and tried to find
more. More of himself, and found
it. Found memories of his father, and
his childhood. Lovely memories. Warm ones, filled with happiness and
surety. Filled up with everything but
doubt and hate and anger.

Those
things came with Bardock.

He
panted out, screamed, burned his throat with the power of that scream and felt
the hot spray of his release as Goten continued to thrust into him, filled him
up with memories of himself, and he begged for more of it as his body clenched
down and shuddered completely, as pleasure overtook his ability to hang onto
the connection to his memories and the last of them fell into him from
Goten. He was pulled up, to sit on
Goten’s lap, bounced against him, tipped his head back against the slim chest
and let little cries rise out of him, felt how that made the hardness inside of
him jump and hands dragged down his chest as a regretful little hand touched
his mind and healed him more beautifully than anything he could ever claim to
have done. In that moment, if only in
that moment, he loved Goten more completely than he had ever loved his Gods.

Goten
grunted, the only noise he had made, and there was a flood of heat inside him,
he whimpered. Blinked and looked at the
bed under his knees, looked at the legs between his, and waited while Goten
fought through his own peak. Waited
until he felt him all soft inside, and then pulled away.yes"> “But now I return to my home, to the Spiders that eat your kind
and have long hated the traitor.”

“How
are you going to prove he’s dead?”

“The
heart,” Chichi said, “The head for the royalty, the heart for the prize. My prize.
I came to spill his blood, and have seen it split in a beautiful
way.” Another smile.

“You’re
an odd bitch, Chi,” Bulma said.

Antoher
smile, like the spiders were such happy damn people. “Yes. I will see you
again,” Chichi said, “Here. The King
wants us to come back. I think he will
miss all of us. And the little
fly. But he is strange.”

“Why
do you call him a fly?” Bulma asked, stood up and would have hugged Chichi, but
she was holding a bloody-wrapped bundle in one hand now.

“Because,
for a long time, he was caught up. Tied
down. And now that he has wiggled
himself to freedom he is something that I have never seen.” A shrug, “He and the King. They rose out of the ashes of betrayal and
abuse and have become something great.”
A final nod. “Behave,
Kitten. You only have eight lives
left.” And she was gone in a outpouring
of cold black light.

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*falls
over and dies *yes"> A conversation…

Right. So. Next chapter (unless Krillin SOMEHOW manages
to worm his way into more smut) is the last.

Webtester 01:

That’s
a question that I’m sure will get debated a lot. Whether or not Goten could grow powerful enough to be a challenge
to the Juro Gods. He has enough power
to ‘hang onto’ them (he did that in the chapter where Goku’s defeating Freiza)
and its mentioned that they hate him because he has outrageous amounts of
power. Now he’s been touched and healed
by the Saiyan Gods, he’s probably got oodles of power. But even if he did, I don’t think he gives a
damn about defeating them. He already
has, really, because they’ve been trying to kill him since he was a child and
they haven’t done it yet. *shrug *

Macha:

Lol. *imagines Geta and Goku sitting around
asking questions: “Do you have any
eights?” to be answered by “Why yes, we should have sex before I answer that
question” * *notices people staring* Er…It could just be my wacked imagination.

Mechanical Butterfly: