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Unforgivable	By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The song is Savage Garden�s The Lover After Me, for those of you who don�t recognize the lines I borrowed from it.

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here I go again I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today

it's been seven months and counting you've moved on I still feel exactly the same�

ever since you've been gone the lights go out the same

the only difference is you call another name to your love� the lover after me

am I all alone in the universe there's no love on these streets

I have given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway

so this is my new freedom it's funny I don't remember being chained

and nothing seems to make sense anymore� and time goes by so slowly�

I shouldn't be holding on but I�m still holding on for you

here I go again I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today

but I�m standing at your doorway calling out your name cause I can't move on�
Goten sighed, listening to a song that seemed to be written for him. He knew Trunks had another lover. Had had several, in fact, since he�d thrown Goten out. In fact, the song could even apply to his family. His brother he hadn�t seen since that brief visit when he�d learned -from Videl- that Gohan was moving. Kuro and Vegeta had never returned either. They�d all moved on.

He hadn�t. Couldn�t. Couldn�t get past the ache in his heart when he thought of Trunks, couldn�t get past the fact that with the rest of his family doing their own things, he was the only one their for his mother. And she� she got worse daily.

Goten would have taken her to a hospital, to find out what was wrong, but money was an age-old curse with their family. He would not put her into an institution; she was his mother and had cared for him, he would do the same for her. Besides, there wasn�t any money to pay for a doctor, or an institution. Which was why he was now perched on the edge of her bed, trying to get her to eat something.

The decline had been so gradual, at first, that no one had even noticed. Her obsession with finding the dragonballs to bring Goku back to her had masked everything. He�d begun to realize that maybe something was wrong when she�d started consistently mistaking him for his father, had known when she denied his existence. That had been when he�d told Trunks.

No one had seemed to notice even when Goku was returning home once a week. Probably they�d blamed her slips on old age - his mother wasn�t really young, after all. But after he�d moved back, when Trunks had thrown him away� he still wasn�t sure that he wasn�t the reason she had declined so rapidly.

He had called his brother. Of course he had. Gohan had sighed, and then recited a half dozen different things that happened to old humans. �It�s a part of the human aging process, Goten. It is natural. So stop worrying so much about her forgetting a few things or a few names.�

Then, as before, he hadn�t had a chance to tell his brother that it wasn�t just names, it was people. That she wasn�t mistaking him for his father, she believed he was his father. And that she didn�t realize any longer that she had children. Gohan had had to take an important call. The next day, Goten had cancelled the phone service, and resigned himself to the full-time care of his mother.

With a little sigh, Goten gathered up the tray of mostly untouched food. Chi-Chi had fallen asleep again, as she so often did. He looked sadly down at her, knowing that it wouldn�t be much longer before he was alone, before she fell asleep and never woke up. He carried the tray to the kitchen, put the food away, cleaned up the few dishes.

The kitchen window over the sink offered the brilliant colors of fall and the deadened browns of winter. Already, there was more brown than anything else. The trees swayed in the wind, wind he knew was sharp, biting cold, warning of snow soon to come. Wasn�t it springtime when I came home? Where�d the time go? Gohan� he came during the heat of the summer. I remember that. Why hasn�t he come back� especially since the phone doesn�t work? Kuro and Vegeta haven�t returned, but I never expected them to. This place has too many bad memories for Father to probably ever want to return. Vegeta� Goten smiled. Vegeta doesn�t do visiting.

Still, I expected to see Trunks. I expected him to show up, demanding a good fuck. Wanting to hurt me. I guess� I guess when he said he was done with me, he really meant it. I still� I still can�t believe that� all that time�. No. I can�t allow myself to do this anymore. I have got to move on. I have to.

I promised Vegeta I would tell him. I�ve gone to see him, but he was never there. Not to me, anyway. And the phone was blocked before I ever shut it off. Maybe� maybe a letter? I could write him. I might never know if he read it, but at least� at least I could try.

He checked on his mother first, then settled at the desk of his old room to start the first of several drafts.

�Hello, Father.�

�Trunks.� Vegeta blinked at his son. �What are you doing here?�

�I came to see Kuroichi.�

�Why?�

�I never apologized to him for beating him. And I have something to give him.� Trunks shifted the small box under his arm. �Will he see me?�

�I�ll ask.� Vegeta left his son standing on the porch, went in search of his mate. The man was curled in their bed, still asleep. He smiled at the sight. �Kuro? You waking up today?�

�Mrphm.� The tousled spikes shifted to press more firmly into the pillows, one long arm reaching down to grab a blanket and tuck it snugly under the chin.

�Didn�t think so.� He returned to his son. �I wore him out last night and he hasn�t woken up yet.�

Trunks shifted nervously. �So how is he?�

Vegeta�s eyes narrowed. �What�s on your mind, boy?�

�I got a letter. From Goten.�

�Come in.� They settled in the small living room. �Well?�

Trunks put the box down next to his chair. �I wanted to talk to Kuroichi, Father, not you.�

�Kuro�s mine.�

�Exactly.�

Dark eyes bloomed with fury when understanding dawned. �I never treated Kuroichi as badly as you treated Goten. I have never once broken any of his bones, or left him with ruptured organs. Nor have I ever called him my private whore or otherwise degraded him.�

�You use him, Father, we both know that. He�s your little fuck toy. He has been since the first time you raped him.�

Vegeta bounded over the coffee table, knocked his son through the wall. �Kuroichi is my mate,� he hissed, �not a fuck toy. I have never raped him and I never will. I would and will protect him with my life.� With that, he threw his son out the door.

�You know he meant while I was Goku,� a sleepy voice chided. �Didn�t have to throw him.�

�I thought you were sleeping?� Vegeta crossed the room, pulling the larger man down for a thorough kissing. �Did I wake you?�

�Kinda hard for me to sleep through someone being tossed through a wall. Besides, you went Super and I got worried.�

Vegeta blinked. �I�� He caught a look at himself in the mirror across the room and powered down. �You should go rest.�

�Nnnnm� m�hungry now.�

�Bottomless pit.� But Vegeta followed the other into the kitchen, helped put together a light meal.

�Why was he here, �Geta?�

�Goten sent him a letter. I think he was going to ask you why you came back to me, after the way I hurt you.�

�You were crying and went to level three.�

�Oh, bring that up!� Vegeta scowled. He hadn�t made it to that level since.

�You were crying and went to level three,� Kuroichi repeated obligingly, a sly grin on his face. �So I knew that everything you were saying was true, and that I really was the world�s biggest idiot��

�That would be my son, not you.�

�And that you really did still love me and I shouldn�t have run away because I loved you too and we should be together.� He finished his meal, crawled over to rest his head against Vegeta�s leg. �Can we go see him? Goten? I haven�t seen him for a long time.�

�That�s because you were too busy being an ass running away from me.� Fingers stroked wayward spikes.

�I�m sorry.� Kuroichi turned his head to nip gently at Vegeta�s thigh. �Please?�

�Of course, baka-love.�

They took the box with them. It had Goten�s name on the top, so Kuroichi had flatly refused to open it. Vegeta hadn�t had any such qualms, although he�d looked a trifle sick when he�d finished sorting through it. He�d tucked the box up under his arm, grabbed his mate�s hand and shot toward the lonely cabin after a phone call had made them realize the number Goku had had for years now belonged to someone else.

�Wow, it really looks different. Not quite so� tidy.�

�What?�

�The windows aren�t all sparkly. The flowerbeds haven�t been raked and the garden hasn�t been turned over. Something�s wrong.� Kuroichi put on another little burst of speed. They landed in front of a gate that could have used a coat of paint, glancing up to observe the laundry flapping on the line. No one answered, but the door yielded to Kuroichi�s gentle push. �Very wrong.�

Even Vegeta noticed the difference. No baking smells. Dust on the knick-knacks. The floor, while not filthy, could use a sweeping. But the most obvious thing was the forlorn-looking demi-Saiyan sprawled inelegantly on the floor, soundly asleep. The boy was haggard, the dark circles under his eyes pronounced. His clothes were his own, but fitting very loosely, evidence that he�d not been eating as well as he should. A bucket of cleaning supplies rested on the floor next to him, his fingers still curled around the handle. �Yes. Something is wrong. I�ll check the kitchen.�

The kitchen, minus the smell of baking, seemed normal, until he began opening cabinets. Many were empty. A few contained vegetables from the garden. The freezer had some fish in it, the refrigerator yielded only a pitcher of cold water. He frowned, walking back into the other room. Kuroichi had put his son on the couch, put an afghan over him, and was currently scrubbing the windows. �Kuro. They�re out of food. Where�s the boy�s mother?�

�Upstairs. Asleep. She looks worse than he does.�

Vegeta crossed quickly to the other man, hearing the pain in his voice. �Shhh, Kuro, shh� we�ll make it better. You clean. I�ll hunt.�

�Okay.�

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Gohan: I thought I was going to get a better role?

Jewel: Who said that?

Gohan: Uh� me!

Jewel: Since when do I listen to you?

Trunks: What�s in the box that made Dad look sick?

Jewel: Oh, you�ll find out later.

Goku: Is Chi-Chi dying?

Jewel: Yes, sweetie.

Goku: Ohhhh�. *looks sad*

Jewel: *cuddles him*

Trunks: So when his mom dies, does he come back to me?

Vegeta: *growls*

Trunks: � that was tacky. Sorry.

Goten: Why do I always look like hell?

Jewel: My muse likes you broken. Don�t ever get caught alone with him.

Trunks: *powers up, gets protective*

Jewel: Oh, you don�t have to worry about him for awhile.

Trunks: I don�t? *still being protective*

Jewel: No, he�s being coddled by Sephy-muse.

All Saiyans: *smirk*
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