Much Like Suffocating

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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The
coronation had been a bunch of old men standing around congratulating
themselves on how there was a king. A
whole crowd of people that weren’t really sure how it came to be that the long
lost heir was now the brand-new king.
They were polite about their confusion though. Vegeta let them be confused.
He hadn’t released an official story of his whereabouts these past ten
years, and he wasn’t so sure that he ever would.yes"> Besides, he had to get up and get dressed too. They were supposed to be going to fight some
icejin bastards or something. Idiots
that banded together after Freiza’s demise and wanted revenge on the Saiyan
King. Not that he and Trunks were going
to let them get that close.

“Krillin’s
alright, then?” Trunks asked.

“As
alright as I can make him without turning him in a mindless zombie drone,”
Goten said. Bounced off the bed and
didn’t stand on the floor, but stood on his own power, levitated there, and smirked. Knew that he would have to learn to control
his impulse to abuse this unlimited power that he now had, because the Juro had
always done it before. “He’s stronger
than he thinks he is.”

Trunks
nodded. Pulled his shirt on and covered
up all the marks that Goten had put on him.
“Explain to me again why it was you had to go and fuck him?”

“Well,
I didn’t have to,” Goten said, “But it was really the best way. It could have been a lot more traumatic for
him. Not everyone can just slide right
into your mind and pick your brain apart for pieces of their personality you
accidentally stole. s"> The sex was just
something to keep his body busy while he got what he wanted.”

Trunks
didn’t look convinced. But he also
didn’t look like he was going to run out and kill Krillin.

“I
fucked you too,” Goten reminded him, “When I fixed your head. Remember?
I even tied you up when I did it.”

“That
was different,” Trunks said. Picked his
sword up and pulled it out of the sheath.
Made it hum with power and he didn’t bother to glare at Goten because
his mind was doing all the glaring that needed to be done.

He
just smirked and picked his clothes up off the floor. “It wasn’t any different, other than our sex was a lot more
violent than Krillin’s version. So don’t
bother to give me shit about how we’re meant to be together. You want me you take it all.” He reached out with his telekinetic hand and
turned Trunks’ head to face him. “Even
the Juro shit that I can’t get rid of.”

Trunks
moved over to him, slid his hand behind Goten’s head and held him there for a
moment. “You are mine. You can fuck whoever you want and you’ll always
be mine.” Ran his hand down, over the
mark on his shoulder where Trunks drank his blood and he watched his mate’s
breath get deeper, his mouth opened and his jaws looked like they were growing
heavy and aching.

“Yeah,”
he murmured, “Just remember, I’m not nearly as forgiving.” Ran his finger tip over the scar that Trunks
stared at, made it part and blood slipped out, a fine like of red, formed into
droplets and started to slide down over his collarbone, but Trunks licked it,
licked the blood away and kept licking the wound as it bled until he whimpered
and Goten took pity on him, “Take it.”
Felt the teeth dig down into his skin, and curled his fingers into the
pale lavender hair. Felt the blood
being sucked out of his body, and smirked.
Held onto Trunks as he pulled them tight together and Trunks made another
whimpering noise, but pulled away.
Kissed his mouth and shoved himself back away from Goten.

“Damn
it,” he said.

The
wound sealed over again and Goten pulled the shirt on. “I’d suck you too,” he said, “But I’ve got
to go see the King first.”

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Vegeta
looked up at the door when it opened and Goten walked into the room, smirking,
jauntily crossing the long throne room, stopped an appropriate distance away
but he didn’t bow. Unlike Trunks, he
wouldn’t bow. That lack of respect made
Goten endearing, almost, separated him from the hordes of those that would bow
their heads and offer their lives in exchange for the King’s good favor. Goten didn’t give a damn about his good
favor. Offered to help him in exchanged
for a place to fuck—yes, he really said that—and left it just at that.

“What?”
Vegeta asked.

“Bardock
brain-washed your father,” he said, “When you first disappeared your father
thought Bardock was responsible and he made the Juro take over the former
King’s mind. By the time you saw him,
there was nothing left. A few strands
of his former personality. Basically he
was a puppet for Bardock.” A pause. He narrowed his eyes at Vegeta, felt the
contempt for his father there, doubtlessly, the sense that the King should have
been stronger than Bardock. “It took
years,” Goten said, “It took Bardock four years to break your father. But once he snapped there was nothing to put
him back together the right way and the traitor took advantage.” Another pause. “He said you disgusted him.
But he died thinking of how proud he was of you.”

Right. Like the mind-reader was telling the
truth. You didn’t hiss in disgust one
moment and die a broken man with pride the next. Besides. It didn’t
fucking matter. His father was dead, he
was King and it would stay that way.

Goten
just smiled barely, sighed a little sigh.
“Believe what you want.” Gave
him a wave and then turned and walked back out. Shoved open the doors without physically touching them and
disappeared.

Vegeta
sat there, on the throne, until Goku showed up and persuaded him to lunch,
rattled off nothing about everything he had found. About the grass on the ground and the birds in the nests and the
clouds in the sky. Talked endlessly of
their home planet like an excited child and Vegeta listened. Forgot about his father and his past and
allowed himself to be drawn into the rapt appreciation of this world of
theirs. There were many things to do. Icejins to kill, wars to fight,
insurrectionists to condemn. But here,
as he sat and listened to Goku, it would wait.

Afternoon
business came after lunch, and that meant Goku disappeared, the annoying old
folks came to tell him about shit he didn’t give a damn about. But he was the King now and it was his
business. Trunks and Goten were leaving
now, even as he listened to Goku, to deal with the Icejins. One fell swoop of Goten’s mind and Trunks’
brain and every enemy they had would be dead.
All the icejins, all those that knew about Vegeta’s past. They would die. All those that knew of Kakarot, every single fucker that had come
to Frieza and asked for a Saiyan would die.
Goten would find them, he promised, and Trunks would kill them.

Freedom
was theirs, and Vegeta meant to keep it that way.

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And
that… Is it.

Goku: What about
the unanswered questions?

Vegeta: Such as?

Goku: Well. Is Goten more powerful than the Gods?

Goten: Did Chichi
want Bulma?

Trunks: That
wasn’t a question.

Goku: No, it’s a
good question.

Vegeta: I say no.

Trunks:
Really? I would have said yes.

Goten: Hm. Why?
She slept with you.

Trunks: Oh yeah.

xt2>EleneK:

Yes. Read it over and over and one day I vill
rool ze vorld! *Mwhahahahaha * *cough *
Or not. ;)

Noel:

*hands
over eye-wash * It’s okay. I felt just plain…well, very weird having
the thought about Krillin and sex.
*shudder * But, I guess it’ll
work out. Lol. Little midget bastard. I’m not a Krillin fan, that’s for sure. Bulikeliked him (somewhat) in this
story.

Macha:

Aw. Thankies.
Mostly I just felt weird writing it because I’ve never even considered
Krillin and sex in the same sentence before.

Sig
up
up for Goten’s brand of emotional therapy….welll…gee…Not so sure Trunks would
like that, but you can always try.

Really? You thought Chi & Bulma were headed for
yuri? Me too. *sigh *spanspan>Maybe they’ll get
together later in life or something.
*sigh * You’re right though, the
story was definitely hinting in that direction. But it hasn’t gotten there at this point and I didn’t want to
drag the story out endlessly just to see if Chi and Bulma ever get together.

Lol. Its okay to not remember what your reviewed. Sometimeopleople respond to my responses and
I’m like O.o? I don’t remember why it
is I wrote what I did.