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Cross-Eyed	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4071 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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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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 ba fro from public TV.

~~~~**

Vegeta
woke up when he felt the ki spike. Knew
who it was, wondered what his brother was dreaming about, because Goten looked
as composed as ever. Lying there
exactly how he had fallen asleep. But
his ki was skyrocketing, fluctuating back and forth, and then dropping. Going back up and static electricity was
starting to crackle around the room. He
stood up, yawned, tried to get his hair to stop frizzing, failed, because there
was enough static in the room to make even Aunt Bulma�s hair stand on end. He touched his brother�s shoulder and felt
his eyes roll back into his head, felt the shock that ran up his arm, swallowed
the primal scream, and waited five seconds, forced breath back out of his
mouth�

And
it ghosted like icicles in front of him.
He turned, felt the chill biting into his skin all around him. His shirt was gone.

Great. The baka was dreaming again. And he�d gotten himself sucked into it.

His teeth started to chatter
and he looked down at his hands, they were small. Felt his ki, it was so low.
He hadn�t even turned Super Saiyan yet.
But the scar on his hand was there.
Which meant Goten was somewhere near by. Because he could feel him.
He bit his tongue, spit the blood out, watched it freeze to the ice
under his feet, and he started to walk, toward Goten. Wondering where the little idiot was, which memory this had come
from. And then, when he turned the
corner, looked at the clear ice, saw his own face reflecting back at him,
bruised, his arm at his side, nearly broken, his chest littered with wounds and
bruises. He remembered. And he clenched his teeth hard, and started
to run. Became aware that he was
barefoot.That he was freezing. That there was pain everywhere. But not enough pain. Not nearly enough, because some bastard had
his brother, and he would kill them. He
skidded on the ice�(thought, as he caught himself, that he had fallen into the
ocean that day. When he rounded this
corner, his bare feet had slipped, blood had blossomed out, and he had slipped
through the thin ice, straight down into the ocean. He had almost drown as he clawed at the ice. But he didn�t fall this time)�it was just a
dream now�and he moved through the maze, remembering everything in
clarity. Stopped in front of the sheet
of ice that separated him from his brother.

Remembered
how cold he had been then; when this dream had been a reality. How he had only been five or six. His fingers had been frozen. His hair had been plastered to his face. Ice on his lips. He kicked the ice. Again
and again. Until it broke, felt it dig
into his foot, charged through it, saw Goten, sitting there, shivering, wearing
only a pair of shorts. Looked at the
blue hue of his skin. Felt a rage
inside of him that was tripled because there were the most disgusting bastards
he had ever seen standing around his brother, chattering and clucking and speaking
their language. Icy beings. That had taken Goten from him.

That
day he had fallen. Through the
ice. Almost died. Bloodied.
He couldn�t fight them, and they had caught him by the back of the neck,
tossed him next to his brother, laughed at them. And Goten had smiled.
Wrapped his tiny little arms around Vegeta. Cried little ice tears. But
Vegeta had been too tired to fight. He
could barely breath, even as he felt his brother�s heart slowing against
his. And he wished, more than anything,
that his brother wouldn�t be in pain.

Then
there was a bright flash of white, and everything blinked out of existence.

A
hand grabbed his, Vegeta opened his eyes, stifled the yell, caught his ki
before it ble, an, and Goten was standing at his side, still bare-chested, but
grown up. Hot skin. Alive.
Heart beating like a drum in his chest, just like Vegeta�s. They were heaving,
hands�subconsciously�clamped over the bite marks they had given each
other.

Goten
shook his head, crumpled back down in the chair, laughed breathlessly.

Vegeta
nodded his silent agreement to that sentiment and collapsed back onto the
couch. He waited for his luno sto start
working normally again, subconsciously dusted his arms, feeling the ice crusted
there that wasn�t. �Why in the hell
were you dreaming about that?�

Goten
shrugged. �Don�t know. It�s been a long time.� Not
that he remembered.

He
crossed his arms over his chest.
Thought about the androids.
Thought about his parents. And
he wanted to go back to them. To find
out what had happened in that ice cave.

~~~~~~~~***

Trunks
woke up to the feeling of a mass of muscle lying on him. Hot mouth sucking on his shoulder. Hands squeezing his ass. Ann>And that was a decent enough way to wake
up. He blinked the sleep out of his
eyes, met the black eyes and the smile, and then frowned, reached his hand up
to touch the lips. They were blue. �What happened?�

�Nothing,�
was the answer, �It�ll go away in a minute.�
Then he kissed him.

Trunks
expected the lips to be cold, but they were hot. Goten was hot everywhere, too hot, really, and Trunks ran his
cooler hands over that skin, feeling the shiver, and wondered what in the hell
had happened that he was being left out of.
Decided that he probably wasn�t going to get an answer if he pressed the
issue, and waited until Goten moved to one side of the small bed.

�We
should go eat. �Geta wants to get an
early crack at the androids, try to stem their killing spree.� He hopped�really, he hopped, like a
rabbit�off the bed and started hunting around for a T-Shirt. Ended up standing in the middle of the room,
hands on his hips, wearing nothing but his pants and he huffed, reached into
his back pocket, pulled out yet another little metal case and turned a few
dials, opened it up, and exploding out of it was a dark T-shirt. He pulled it out, snapped the case
closed. Looked at Trunks: �Improved
capsule system,� he explained.
Deposited the metal case in his back pocket, pulled the T-shirt on.

It
said: I�M HANDING OUT ASS WHUPPIN�S.
WANT ONE?

�Alright,�
Goten said, picking his jacket up off the floor and shrugging it back on. �We can go now.� He waited for a few seconds and then grabbed Trunks arm and
yanked him out of bed. Dragged him
downstairs.

Vegeta
was already in the kitchen, eating the re-heated pizzas. He had a distant look in his normally
arrogant black eyes, and his right hand was in his pocket. He turned to look at them when Goten flipped
open another pizza box and started to swallow the whole pizza. Snorted at the saying on the shirt. �Right, Goten, that�s real subtle.�

�Subtlety
isn�t my strong suit.� Then he ate
another pizza, tossed one at Trunks. �Eat!�

~~~**

He
still felt cold. Deep down, where no
amount of smooching and eating was going to get rid of. It was like the insides of his body were
still frozen and there was no way to thaw them out. But he ignored it, shoved it far away from his consciousness. Tried to ignore it as he flew toward the
androids. But he couldn�t. It was there. And he hated the way it made him weak. He had considered raising his ki and warming himself that way,
but he and �Geta decided they weren�t going to do that.~~~~~~~~~~~**

Trunks: THEN
WHY DIDN�T YOU?!

Goten: Word
count.

Trunks: Must
Kill Author.

Lil�Geta:
*sigh. * He�s being a smartass,
demi.

Trunks:
*angry growl. * What?!?!

Goten:
Nothing is ever as simple as it looks.

Jaygoose:

Actually, I was sort of hinting
that Vegeta had smelled an infection.
But one that hadn�t set it, just was going to. So you�re not over-imaginative, you�re perceptive.

Getarian:

Hmm, since I never considered
that scene with the biting bringing up that many questions. (retrospectively, I rze ize it does) I never
really went back and explained any of it.
(Bad writer!) so I�ll say this:
Their parents showed up and dragged them off because they were
terrorizing the mall. Remember
we
were running around setting off Ki blasts and wagging their tails about? They were locked in their room because they
got grounded.

Thanks for the encouragement
with my originals. I think the first
book Stephen king got published was Carrie.
I�m not sure because I read about it a while ago. (In that book On Writing. I had to read it for school.)

Mechanical
Butterfly:

Vegeta will never let his
brother be taken from him. So lay that
fear to rest, dear. Poor �Geta, because
he probably won�t get any nookie at all.
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