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Barracks	By : chayron Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16996 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Barracks
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 46-Part 46
- 47-Part 47
- 48-Part 48
- 49-Part 49
- 50-Part 50
- 51-Part 51
- 52-Part 52
- 53-Part 53
- 54-Part 54
- 55-Part 55
- 56-Part 56
- 57-Part 57
- 58-Part 58
- 59-Part 59
- 60-Part 60
- 61-Part 61
- 62-Part 62
- 63-Part 63
- 64-Part 64
- 65-Part 65
- 66-Part 66
- 67-Part 67
- 68-Part 68
- 69-Part 69
- 70-Part 70
- 71-Part 71
- 72-Part 72
- 73-Part 73
- 74-Part 74
- 75-Part 75
- 76-Part 76
- 77-Part 77
- 78-Part 78
- 79-Part 79
- 80-Part 80
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: Alternate Universe. Yaoi (male x male). Goten x Trunks and vice versa. Other pairings.

A/N 1: Officer ranks at Hataro Officer Training School [from the highest to the lowest]:
1. Taisa [Andera Gendian]
2. Shaii [Trunks Vegeta]
3. Shyu
4. Captain [Laureus Tanko]
5. Drill sergeant
6. First-in-command
7. Second-in-command
8. savar [anyone attending any officer training school]

A/N 2: The Saiyan education:
0. Preparatory school (pupils 8-13 years old)
1. Paramilitary school (pupils 14-18). From there to --> boot camps (drafts/grunts) or:
2. Officer training school (savars 18 – 20). From there to --> military posts or:
3. Commissioned Officer Academy (ranks)

Barracks

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), the first two scenes beta-read by Ayakaishi Fei, the rest looked over by chris’cut.

Part 6

A knock on the door breached the silence. After permitting the entrance, Andera Gendian raised his head. Seeing that it was the shaii, he lowered the documents he had been reading on the table.

“Sir,” the shaii saluted.

The superior officer nodded then motioned at the chair opposite his desk. “Sit down. Take a look at these,” he said and pushed a bunch of documents across his desk after the lavender-haired youth had seated himself.

From time to time the School organized survival training and sport contests among other schools and bases, and usually they discussed the organization and realization of events with all staff representatives. Therefore the prince wondered why the taisa had personally invited him to familiarize himself with these documents.

Seeing that the prince had continued to read the documents past the first page, the taisa cleared his throat. “Does Horuisa’s surname ring a bell?”

The shaii stared at him for a few seconds then dropped the documents into his lap and rubbed his face with his hands. To believe it a coincidence would be na?ve. A moment later, he leafed through the documents back to the first page. Longdam’s Officer Training School. Even if he knew what he would find there, his eyes took in the list of head-officers. He found Horuisa Fuujima’s surname and name in the first row. The man was a shaii.

“So he really does run to his daddy when his pants are full.”

The taisa drummed his fingers on the desk. “I doubt it was the boy’s initiative. His son was expelled, and it is no wonder that Fuujima took the matters into his hands. Your ranks are equal thus you should be prepared for a surprise during the games.”

The prince stood up. “I’m sorry for the trouble,” he apologized with a bow of his head.

“No worries, no worries,” the taisa waved off. “I was about to apply to Alandero base looking for an opportunity to arrange a few friendly sport games but Longdam saved me the trouble.”

Guiltily, the shaii shifted from one foot to another. He raised the documents. “Can I take them for a thorough look?”

“Yes, of course, just tell the secretary to make twenty copies of it. Tell him to bring me the original back. We’ll gather to decide whether to accept the proposal or not tomorrow after all of the head officers have acquainted themselves with it.”

“Yes, sir,” the prince saluted.

ooOoOoOoo

Standing at attention for morning inspection was hellish; Goten wished he knew a way to squat down while staying standing. There were many rows of savars, but it was apparent as the drill sergeant came closer that his route was leading him inexorably towards Goten. Goten was sure this was going to become every morning’s routine.

“Ah,” the drill sergeant drawled, his eyes set on Goten’s sleeve, “take a look, everyone, we have another demonstration of unrivaled needlework again.”

Forty-five savars’ heads turned towards Goten.

“Silence in the rows!” the drill sergeant bellowed to calm down the bouts of suppressed laughter and giggles. He motioned with his head. “This time it’s the right sleeve, I see.”

“Yes, sir,” Goten confirmed.

“Let me ask you, Bardock. What are you doing with your uniforms?”

“I’m using them according to their purpose, sir!”

The drill sergeant opened his mouth again but then closed it. To ask what their purpose was would have been pointless. Everyone knew what their purpose was. He gave Goten an appraising look then dug his finger through the seams into the hole.

“It seems to me that we have a different understanding of what their purpose is,” he growled out, ripping off the sleeve again. “Tomorrow I want to see you in a new uniform! Now thirty laps around the base!”

“Yes, sir!” Goten saluted, already jogging in place.

While running his first circle, Goten was puzzling his head over where he was going to get a new uniform. He had no money. His father had given him a bit over a thousand credits for a start. This was plenty, but not when you got a fine of a thousand credits for raising your ki. He could probably just ask his father to transfer some more money, but that did not feel right. It was his, not his father’s problem. He would have to somehow survive a week until they were paid.

Kyon was about the same size. Or should he just borrow the money and buy the damn thing?

Thirty circles proved to be quite a difficulty. Goten looked around for a shaded spot. Panting, he leaned against the outer wall of the med bay. From afar, he could hear commands being hollered. Goten squinted at the sizzling sun above. There were worlds where the sun wasn’t as scorching. Becoming a spaceship pilot would open ways to visiting many of them. The qualifications tests were going to start in two weeks’ time. This was probably one of those times when he really wanted to take part in something.

Goten swallowed. His throat felt as if it was on fire. What he wouldn’t give for a gulp of water. Still two circles to go. He had been running for a little more than two hours already. He pushed himself off the wall and continued running. When he made a turn and started nearing the headquarters, he heard someone shouting his surname. He turned his head to see two officers watching him from afar through an open window. Although he could not make out their faces, one of them was easy to identify with the purple blob around his head.

“Ten more laps for stopping earlier!”

“Yes, sir!” Goten saluted. “You godmotherfucking piece of a sergeant,” he cursed under his breath, glaring at them from the corner of his eye.

The drill sergeant watched Goten’s receding back. “I think he has just cursed at me.” He hoisted himself over the windowsill. “Additional five laps, seamstress!” he shouted.

“He’ll be late for his lessons,” the shaii noted.

“Who the heck cares,” the sergeant snorted, pulling himself back into the study. “He’s got more strength than brains anyway. This is what I meant, sir. Thirty laps is just a picnic to him. It is doubtful he’s a second-class.”

The shaii walked back to his desk and sat down. His mouth wanted to say that Goten was actually a third-class but decided against it and he merely shrugged in response instead. Things were already getting out of hand and he didn’t want to complicate the matter any further.

“There are a few very gifted second-classes among us,” the shaii said.

The drill sergeant gave his superior a skeptical look. “There indeed are, sir, but Goten Bardock is not one of them,” he insisted. “The lad is no second-class. The most likely version is that he is a half-breed – a very successful one at that.”

The prince nodded. This was what he had checked first. The documents indicated that he was a pure third-class – his parents were both third-classes. According to which, Goten was nothing more and nothing less – just a third-class. However, documentation was not always the most accurate source of truth.

“Yes, I’ll immediately look into this matter. Thank you for informing me.”

The drill sergeant saluted and left the room. The prince ruffled through his hair then leaned back into the chair, sighing. Then his eyes caught a part of the document from Longdam base. He rolled his eyes upwards to stare at the ceiling and started rocking with his chair. First, he was going to deal with the idiot family. Goten could wait.

ooOoOoOoo

“Godmotherfuckingcocksuckingasshole,” Goten groaned, falling into his bunk. He had been late for first two lessons. He came in the middle of the second one, the lecturer giving him a nasty look. Goten was almost certain that the lecturer was going to remember his face during exams. Then, during the drill after the lessons, the sergeant continued to give him menacing stares. He managed to survive all that but was now left with an hour before his kitchen duty and had yet to do something about a new uniform.

“Kyon?”

“Yeah?” Kyon asked, without raising his head from a book he was reading.

“Can you lend me your uniform?”

“No can do.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I have a horrible premonition that as soon as I lend it to you something bad will happen to it.”

“I see. You have a point here. Can you lend me some money to buy one?”

“Sorry to disappoint you but I don’t have enough money to buy one.”

“Ah shit.”

“Maybe you should ask Ario with Toharu, or your fuck buddy.”

“Ranvera is not my fuck buddy.”

“You could still ask him money.”

Goten sighed. “What are you reading there?”

“A recipe book.”

“We have no food.”

“One can never know when a deer would drop from the sky.”

Goten chuckled. “Well, yes, I’ve noticed that you’re ready for all transmutations of fortune.”

Finally, Kyon raised his head to give him a meaningful look. “I have six brothers and two sisters. Nobody ever asks me if I am ready or not.”

“Oh. And you are the eldest, of course?”

Kyon nodded. “Yeah.”

Goten smiled; it was obvious. Then his thoughts returned to his uniforms. Now his only remaining options were Toharu and Ario. Well, yes, he could ask Ranvera but that meant he would be indebted. Although he would also be indebted to Toharu or Ario, should he ask either of them, borrowing money from Ranvera involved a somewhat different kind of “pay back” and not entirely restricted to monetary means. This was such a pain in the ass.

“So he is not your fuck buddy?”

“Huh?” Goten blinked, his thoughts resurfacing from his preoccupation with uniforms. “No,” he shook his head, “not yet.” He grinned. “All we did was just have a few friendly drinks.”

“Not yet? Then you’re going to make him one?”

Goten was somewhat taken aback by the insistent questioning. “N-no, I don’t think so,” he said truthfully.

“So you are not interested in him?”

“Mm…” Goten shrugged. “We just had a few drinks, that’s all.”

“He’s serious about getting into your pants. It won’t always end with only a few friendly drinks with him.”

Goten rolled his eyes. “That’s… Even if it won’t, what concern is it to you?”

“I’m asking if you’re interested in him. If you’re not, I’d take my chances.”

“Your chances? With him?”

Kyon snorted, “No, with you, idiot.”

Goten gave him a surprised look, fighting down the blush that threatened to appear on his face. “Oh. Well, you know – finders keepers. And I think he found me first.”

Amused, Kyon shook his head. “Heck, you’re a damn tease.”

Goten laughed. “So, let’s discuss that uniform question again.”

“You what? …Would prostitute yourself for a uniform?”

“That’s a suggestion worth consideration but no, I just thought I could invite you to <i>Matilda</i> or something. An exchange, you know?”

“And it wouldn’t be a date, right?”

Goten chuckled. “Right.”

“I really never would have thought you were such a player. And to think you don’t even have the money to pay for drinks!”

“I’d borrow some.”

“Then borrow some for a uniform.”

Goten whined, flailing with his hands dramatically, “Aw, c’mon, give me a break.” He ducked the recipe book that Kyon threw at him.

“Alright, take that uniform, but if you ruin it…”

“…I’ll buy you a new one,” Goten finished for him. “Thanks! You’re my favorite roommate!”

Kyon rolled his eyes. “Oh spare me. And pass me the book, will you?”

Goten took the book that had landed behind him on his pillow. He raised it above his head. Then he changed his mind and chucked it at Kyon.

Kyon caught it. He gave Goten a searching look. “I thought you’d make me come and get it. What, afraid that a little scramble might end in a few compromising positions?”

Goten’s facial expression became somewhat sly. He widened his eyes to feign surprise. “No way! …A few compromising positions would add some variety to my dull life. But you’ve already lent me the uniform. Why bother, then? Let’s save those compromising positions for later.”

Kyon rolled his eyes again at the cheap play. He watched Goten scrambling out of the bed. “Going to change uniforms now?”

“No. This one’s,” Goten tugged at his nearly torn off sleeve, “perfect for peeling potatoes. Like work clothes, you know.”

Kyon opened his book again to the recipe he had been going through. “Sure.” He raised his head at the click of the door closing behind Goten. “Damn cock-teaser,” he muttered before resuming his reading.

The staff already knew Goten thus nobody paid much attention to him when he swept past long metallic tables and stopped at the corner where potatoes had already been readied for troublemakers of today or, in some cases, from earlier. A few people used to be extremely curious as to why he kept coming over and over and asked what he had done. After he had explained that it was because of such boring reasons as having health problems then powering up without permission, everyone lost interest in him again. And Goten was just fine with being ignored.

This time Goten was first to get to the kitchen. He found a piece of cellophane lying about, sat down on it and got to work. From time to time, he would raise his head to watch the staff cleaning up tables and ovens for the night. The females arrived ten minutes later. They greeted quite warmly, gathered around him and then, while peeling potatoes, started sharing the latest gossips and news.

“Ah, so this is why you don’t seem to mind kitchen duty so much…”

Goten raised his head and saw Ranvera standing in the middle of the empty kitchen; the staff had left ten minutes ago. He was carrying his laptop. For some reason Ranvera hardly ever parted with it except during drills or in the showers. “What are you doing here?” Goten wondered.

Ranvera cast his eyes over the eight females who were blatantly ignoring him. Five of them were elites. He was not sure how he should behave. “I thought you might be bored and would appreciate to have someone to talk to.”

Goten was somewhat uneasy. “I always appreciate everyone I can have a nice chat with.”

“So it seems, so it seems,” Ranvera nodded, taking in the females again. “Hello.”

“Watcha staring so pissedly at?” the ringleader growled at the second-class. “He’s all yours for all I care.”

“Oh, that’s good,” Ranvera chuckled, determined to avoid a conflict. “Then you won’t mind if I join you?”

The elite’s eyes were telling him that she would, and quite seriously. At a loss, he looked at Goten. The younger male’s lips stretched into an amused smile. “Don’t mind her. She’s a softie inside. She just broke my tail because she was sure I was peeping at her girls in the showers.”

Ranvera’s breath caught in his throat. “Broke your tail?!”

For a moment it looked as if the elite would want to smack Goten upside the head. Then she just snorted. “Yeah, sit down, lover boy,” she addressed Ranvera, shifting to make some space. She grinned at him and patted the space on the floor next to her.

Ranvera gave her a polite smile. “I think I’ll just sit down near Goten.”

The elite shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

As her eyes left him, Ranvera breathed a sigh of relief. Goten chuckled. He moved over closer to the wall and winked secretly at the elite. She grinned back at him. One was forced to be nasty to be able to survive in the environment where all other beings were only horny men ruled by their dicks. They had to be put in their place before they got out of hand, or pants.

Once sitting on the floor, Ranvera opened his laptop.

“Any porn by chance?” one of the females asked.

Ranvera raised his head to look at her. “Any particular interests?” he finally asked as nine pairs of eyes peered eagerly at the screen of his laptop.

She shrugged. “Not particularly. Just well-hung.”

Goten could hardly suppress his laughter. Ranvera cleared his throat and switched his attention back to the screen. “I’ll see what I can find.”

Goten stretched his neck to watch Ranvera browsing through his files. He exclaimed, “Whoa! Quite a collection you have here!”

Ranvera turned the laptop sideways from him and hunched over the screen.

“Are those your private stock?” Goten teased.

The older male did not look up. “So did you buy a uniform?”

Goten’s peeler faltered at the question then he sighed. “So you heard about that too.” He finished peeling a potato and tossed it into a bucket with water. Then he leaned closer to the pile of potatoes to grab a few more.

“Well, yes,” Ranvera nodded, “we are in the same squad after all. Besides, with Sergeant’s yelling carrying across the entire field, you can be sure that everyone within a mile radius of him has also heard.”

“Yeah,” Goten agreed, “that’s about right probably. But as I don’t have enough money to buy a uniform, I borrowed one from Kyon.”

“Kyon?” Ranvera’s eyes concentrated on one certain file; it seemed he found what he had been looking for. But even though his eyes did not leave the screen, Goten sensed the older male’s interest was not on the file but rather in his roommate. He groaned mentally – the last thing he needed was a catfight between two friends he was neither attracted to.

“My roommate, about the same build as me. Oh right, you probably don’t know him. He’s in the same squad as us. Kyon Hikaru.”

“I see. That was nice of him. You probably get along pretty well with your roommates, don’t you?”

“Well,” Goten drawled, “with the majority of them.”

Ranvera chuckled. “The majority being two of them? What’s wrong with the third?”

“Let’s say on the very first day he triggered a series of unfortunate events during which I had my tail broken.”

Ranvera’s eyebrows rose. “Yes, I see how this would make you cross with him.” He leaned closer to Goten. “Listen,” he whispered, “are we really going to watch porn here?”

Goten shrugged, his face perfectly innocent. “But that’s what the lady wanted.”

“Doesn’t anyone come to supervise you?”

“Used to when we started, now they don’t. We just have to be done with this pile,” with his peeler, he motioned to the stack behind him, “of potatoes by about twelve o’clock and return the key to the provost marshal in the headquarters. How we do that, is our problem.”

“I see.” Ranvera looked around at the females. He sniffed the air. He leaned towards Goten’s left ear again. “But they…doesn’t it disturb you already, their scents?” he whispered softly. “Don’t you want to just flatten a few of them on their backs?”

From the corner of his eyes, Goten looked at the elite female that was sitting next to him. “Not really. I got used to it.” Though the female hardly showed any reaction, Goten knew that despite Ranvera trying to keep it down, she must have heard. He concentrated back on the potato in his hands. “Besides, I dare you to try. I’d be interested to see how you manage to gather your broken limbs afterwards.”

The effect on Ranvera was opposite from what Goten had expected. The older male grinned at him shrewdly. “This porn might help create a mutual interest.”

“Yes,” Goten nodded, “an interest in mutually beating the crap out of you.”

The elite female at Goten’s side sniggered approvingly.

“You are no fun,” Ranvera muttered, moving away from Goten. “Where’s your spirit?”

“My spirit is safely zipped up in my pants.”

Ranvera sighed. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

“Hey, where’s our porn?” the ringleader demanded. “You’re taking awfully long.”

“Yes, yes, ma’am, showing it already.” He looked around the kitchen then stood up and walked over to the table further. He put his laptop on it. There was an electric outlet at the wall and he plugged his laptop in as he suspected that he might be in need of more power than his laptop battery had to offer. He clicked on the movie to start it and began regulating the volume.

“Hey, I can’t see a thing from here.”

“It will strain my neck!”

Goten took in the complaining audience. All eight women had formed a semicircle with him sitting at the center. All of them were immensely interested in Ranvera’s collection. He sighed. Five of them were elites, and three second-classes. They didn’t know that he was a third-class, so maybe he could finally get laid? He sighed again. Who was he kidding? He would not do that to them. But damn…this was getting frustrating. One night he had tried jerking off in his room but then had become aware of Kyon’s bed creaking in tune with his. They had come almost simultaneously and since then he had never tried to masturbate in the room. The only place left for that were the showers. The entire situation was annoying him.

“Why don’t we take a few benches from the canteen?” Goten suggested.

The suggestion was met enthusiastically, Ranvera hit the pause, and a few females went to get benches. The door that led to the canteen from outside was always locked for the night, but the ones from the kitchen never were. There was nothing much to steal actually, only tables, benches and curtains.

Once two benches were brought, they sat down to watch the movie. It was about a Saiyan male who had just recently moved to one of the Saiyan colonies. It seemed that it actually had a plot, even if it had lasted only first five minutes before he began making contacts with local women.

“Ye gods,” Goten exclaimed. “That’s one heck of a dick!”

“Shhh!” someone shushed him.

Pants and gasps started wafting from the laptop. The lead actor leaned to whisper into the actress ear.

“What’s he saying, what’s he saying?”

“I think he said she has a good pussy.”

“Eww.”

“Why? She really has a good pussy. You just look at the color! …Never seen a blue pussy in my life!”

“That’s because she’s an Almander, idiot!”

“Shh!”

“She’s not an Almander. I think she’s a Nectarine.”

“Nectarines have yellowish skin, you idiot.”

The ringleader’s head snapped to Goten and Ranvera. “Will you two shut the fuck up?!”

Goten and Ranvera hushed. Goten tried to continue peeling potatoes then his eyes went to the laptop again. His hair stood on end.

“What the hell is with this pose?!”

“Well, you see, Nectarines are very flexible. I heard they can even relocate some of their bones.”

“I told you she’s not a Nectarine!”

“But she’s not an Almander either.”

“Oh my god!”

“Ouch. That must have hurt.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” the elite ringleader groaned. “Then put something on with men fucking men!”

“Nah,” Goten shook his head. “Let’s finish this one. It’s very…educational.”

“Go study math, golden boy, if it’s education you’re after!”

“Oooh, Goten, I could educate you lots,” Ranvera’s voice rumbled in pretended passion.

“Shhh!”

They hushed. Several minutes later Goten felt he was getting into it. Ranvera also seemed to be empathizing with the main actor. The women had forgotten potatoes. A few of them were glancing at him and Ranvera. The scent of arousal was floating in the air. It doubtlessly had more influence on stirring him and Ranvera up than the movie.

Engrossed in the movie they were watching, nobody noticed the door to the kitchen slowly swinging open. Through a crack, three pairs of eyes peeped. Abruptly, the door was flung open with a wham.

“Oh my god! They’re watching porn! Watching porn and nobody invited me!” Toharu screamed in rage at such a betrayal. He lowered his foot and threw both his hands above his head, swinging the bags he had been carrying. The sound of bottles rattling could be heard. “I can’t believe this! And here we thought you were bored out of your mind! Watching porn and having all these females for yourself! You devious bastard!”

“Who’s that?” the ring-leader pointed at Toharu.

The same second-class female who wanted to watch porn clapped her hands excitedly. “Who the heck cares; he’s got booze!”

The ringleader threw her a look. “Riiight,” she drawled.

“Crap! Hit the pause, hit the pause, someone!”

“Shit!”

“Not to worry, we’ll just rewind.”

“Move, sweetheart, don’t hog the spotlight,” Ario said pushing Toharu out of the doorway. He was also carrying a bag. “Hi,” he nodded.

“Hello,” Kyon greeted. He smelled the air then took in the audience. His eyes concentrated on Goten then on Ranvera beside him. Goten waved at him.

With a peeler, he pointed at Kyon. “This is my roommate, Kyon. Those two, Toharu and Ario, are friends.”

“That’s quite a large support group you have here, golden boy,” the ringleader commented. Her gaze slid over the bags Toharu and Ario were carrying. She motioned with her head, “So what’s in there?”

“Booze!” Toharu jingled the bags to prove his words. “Right from <i>Matilda</i>!”

“How did you get it? …They sell only a bottle per savar.”

Toharu’s bright grin almost blinded her. “I have my resources.”

“Okay,” Kyon grabbed a bag from Toharu’s hand. “Who wants a drink?” Without waiting for any answer, he walked over to the circle. He started taking bottles out of the bag. “Wine anyone? Twelve credits. You can pay later without interest,” he offered, after looking at the label. He took out a few other bottles. “Rum? Twenty credits. Whiskey? Beer?” He started distributing the liquors and soon every female had something to suit her taste. Meanwhile Toharu and Ario had brought one more bench from the canteen and seated themselves.

Kyon held out a bottle for Goten who was sitting speechless, unable to believe what was happening around him. “I know you prefer whiskey. My treat,” he added as Goten seemed to hesitate.

Goten took the bottle. “Thanks, Kyon.” This wasn’t going to end well. His trained trouble radar was beeping rather loudly in his head. It started wailing like a siren as Kyon started wedging into the rather tiny space next to him, making the elite female who had been sitting beside move sideways. Luckily for Kyon she didn’t protest much and in no time Goten found himself squeezed in between Ranvera and Kyon. He started unscrewing his whiskey. This was going to be a long night. He had to somehow make sure these busybodies left the kitchen before twelve o’clock.

“Cheers,” Kyon clicked their bottles together as soon as Goten unscrewed the cap.

Ranvera watched them drink then laughed silently to himself and took a swig out of his bottle. He remembered Kyon’s face. Mostly probably because he had seen Kyon hanging around Goten quite a few times. Ranvera motioned at his laptop on the table. “Let the movie play further.”

Goten lowered the bottle down to the floor and grabbed a few potatoes. The movie went on.

“So what’s been happening so far?” Toharu asked, getting comfortable next to Ario.

“A lot of fucking!” the ringleader snapped at him. “It’s porn, for gods’ sake! What else did you expect to be happening?”

Toharu shrugged and saluted her with his bottle. “Lots of fucking’s just fine with me.”

“Hey, you should work on those potatoes faster or you won’t be done until morning,” Ranvera warned. “Goten here,” he wrapped his arm over the younger Saiyan’s shoulders playfully, “won’t manage to do it all by himself even if I have great belief in him.”

“We’re working, working,” came mumblings from the females.

Goten suppressed a sigh. Ranvera’s arm stayed on his shoulders like glued. He leaned forward to grab his whiskey. The arm slid off his shoulders then down his back and settled on his waist. Goten leaned back and took a few gulps. Finders keepers, right? Nonetheless, he wished Ranvera had stuck to his plan on creating the mutual interest between him and the females. But, as most of them were elites, the older male probably thought he had more chances with him than with any of the females.

“Hey, guys,” Goten interrupted gasps and pants wafting from the laptop. He waved with his bottle in the air. “If we want to keep this up, you’d better offer some help because we know how porn and booze work. This includes all loving friends of mine.”

“Oh, man,” Toharu whined, but stood up anyway and went to the door where a box filled with peelers was standing. “They surely have stocked up on these,” he muttered. “Pity.” He returned carrying four peelers and distributed them to Ario, Kyon, and Ranvera.

The movie went on for another half-hour. The atmosphere was getting thick. But Goten was relieved to see that even if slowly, the work was getting done. He did not want to get another two months of kitchen duty. He was buzzed himself. He found he did not mind Ranvera’s hand slipping under his jacket and slightly stroking his back. It felt surprisingly very pleasant. The ending of the movie was also nice, the main character returning to Vegeta-sei with his newly found mate.

The audience demanded more and Ranvera played another one. Ranvera had probably decided that the atmosphere had heated up enough but at the same time was relaxed because this time it was about a woman who had been notified that her mate had died in battle and found herself a new partner. But then it appeared that her mate wasn’t dead, so now she had sex with both of them. Sometimes at once. Then the men developed feelings for each other but they also loved the female.

About ten minutes into the movie, Ranvera’s hand slid from under Goten’s jacket to gently fondle his tail, which was wrapped around his waist. Goten’s happy smile faltered and his head turned to the older man. Ranvera motioned for him to look around. Of course, Goten had noticed that the females were restless, with the three of them with bulging pants. And the scents…the kitchen was filled with pheromones. Toharu and Ario were missing but Goten could hear them in the canteen, right behind the door. There was no doubt as to what they were doing. Goten considered this and decided that he felt a little envious of them. Finally, he shrugged and the hand on his tail continued its petting while he went on peeling potatoes.

Because the attention he received felt blissfully relaxing, Goten leaned contentedly against Ranvera. This outcome, where Goten was just smiling ecstatically and somehow was giving an impression that he wanted to curl up into a ball right on the bench and purr, somewhat surprised Ranvera. Apparently, intoxication worked on Goten differently than he had expected. While Goten appeared to be fond of physical contact, the alcohol seemed to make him more placid rather than horny. Ranvera checked the bottle of whiskey Goten was drinking. More than a half was missing. This was going to take just a little bit more effort than he had expected. At least Kyon wasn’t interfering and was just – even if mournfully and with occasional glares thrown at him – drinking his tequila.

The door from the canteen opened as both Toharu and Ario reentered the kitchen. Another gust of pheromones spread into the kitchen, making the savars stare at the pair. A second later, everyone’s heads turned back to the screen. Ario and Toharu took their places on the bench but a few minutes later Toharu stood up.

“Is there something edible here?” he asked. “I always get hungry after a good fuck.”

“And this is a piece of information I would have perfectly done without!” the leader snapped at him. She took a swig from her bottle. Toharu tried to decipher the name of what she was drinking but it was too far and the lettering was too small. It was transparent, though. “Damn males, can’t sit still even for ten minutes!” She belched loudly. “Always looking where to stick their-”

“The fridge is over there,” Goten interrupted the rant. “But it’s locked.” He suddenly became aware of Kyon closely watching what Ranvera’s hand was doing to his tail. This felt somehow…hot. Goten blinked at the unexpected discovery in his tastes.

“You mean this one?” Toharu knocked with his knuckles on the white door. He took in the bulging lock in his palm, gauging its weight. Any thought was cut short when his fuzzy mind lost to the growling stomach. “Ario, babe, come here,” Toharu called.

“What, do you want me to kick it in?”

“No, idiot. I can kick it in myself. Give me your belt,” he held out his hand.

“Toharu, you’re drunk and we both know that whatever you’re going to do is not a good idea,” Ario said.

“I’m not in the least bit drunk!” Toharu denied quite vehemently. “Now give me the damn belt or no sex for two weeks and I mean it!”

“Here, sweetheart,” Ario bared his teeth in a sarcastic grin. “Anything else? Maybe the last shirt off my back? My boots? My heart to trample on?”

“Oh, shut up, you drunkard!” Toharu took the belt and started fusing at the lock. “Here we go,” he said a minute later taking the lock off the door. Then he tossed the belt back for Ario.

Ranvera blinked at the short Saiyan. He wondered if Toharu did safes. There was something he wanted to get from the safe in the headquarters. From his first impression of that safe, he presumed he would be able to crack the programmed lock in about three minutes but there was also a mechanical lock to consider. He was not that good with substantial things.

“Why the hell did you need my belt when you yourself have one?” Ario wondered while threading his belt through the loops.

Toharu turned around to face his lover and pointed with his index finger at Ario’s chest. “Because I’m sexually harassing you.”

Ario’s eyebrows wiggled playfully. “I see. I like being sexually harassed by you. The more the better. Harass me more!”

Their voices disappeared into the walk-in refrigerator. In a few moments they appeared carrying a cooled chicken and two loaves of bread. Toharu kicked the door shut.

“Hey, Kyon,” he called. “I think I remember seeing you reading a cookbook. What about this?” he raised the chicken and dangled it in the air. “There’re also plenty of vegetables and sauces. Nobody will ever notice that we took this scrawny chick.”

Intrigued, Kyon walked over to Toharu. “Just today I read an interesting recipe with chicken and carrots and-”

“Eww,” Toharu scrunched his nose, “please no carrots.”

“Maybe potatoes, then?” Kyon suggested. “Oh yes! Potatoes and a lemon! We have plenty of peeled potatoes already! It will take only a sec!” Eager, he went after the two Saiyans to the stove then the clangs and knocks followed as they were searching for the right utensils.

A little alarmed, Goten raised his hand to stop them. “Hey, hey, guys! Isn’t this a bit too much?” They were nearly done with potatoes already and one of the females was already cleaning up and gathering potato skins into a bucket but still...

“Aw, c’mon, leave them,” Ranvera waved it off dismissively. “We still have more than an hour left. Nobody will ever know.” With his head he motioned at the fridge. “There are probably hundreds of those chickens in there.”

Goten was torn between letting them do what they wanted and kicking them out. Considering they came to make sure he was not lonely, and even brought booze, kicking them out seemed a heartless thing to do. “You think?” he asked Ranvera.

Somewhat impatient, Ranvera resumed to pet Goten’s tail. There were just too many distractions tonight. All he had wanted was to just spend a nice calm evening with Goten. “Yes, I’m pretty sure,” he said. Well, in case anything happened, it was Toharu and Ario who broke into the fridge. And Kyon who cooked the damn thing. And it probably would be Goten who would eat it. Ranvera groaned mentally.

“Yes, yes, I’m pretty sure,” he confirmed impatiently.

Toharu was having a blast. He had always liked partying. And he had always been keen on eating palatable foods and watching porn, too. He had just had sex and also found someone to cook his food for him. He was really having a blast tonight, now if he could just figure out where they kept cooking oil…

Ario chopped the chicken into smaller chunks then washed potatoes and carrots. Rapturous, he watched Kyon slice and dice vegetables. The guy was a professional. Ario took a few gulps of beer from his bottle then turned to look at how his lover was doing. He groaned. “Oh man, Toharu, which bottle is this already?”

“Mmm… The third?”

Ario slapped himself on his forehead. From all species, Saiyans were probably the best at holding their liquor but Toharu was surpassing all limits. He could probably even breathe the darn thing.

They put the chicken into the oven, closed its door, sat down near the oven and started waiting. With a wistful expression on his face, Toharu took a few gulps from his bottle. “Did I just see carrots in there? Oh man!”

Somewhere halfway the movie, Goten finished his bottle of whiskey and potatoes. He looked around. The females had been quite resistant to porn but the liquor had taken its toll. They had joined the other three males at the oven. The clamor was unbelievable, everyone shouting and laughing, heavy flirting taking place. It was just pure luck that the kitchen was quite isolated being located among the garage, spaceship hangar and warehouse which were void of people at night. Goten chuckled drunkenly as he noticed Kyon’s hand stroking one of second-class female’s thigh.

Interested in the source of Goten’s reaction, Ranvera followed his look. “Aren’t you jealous?”

“What? Of Kyon? Why should I be jea-” Goten faltered. “Well…maybe a little.”

Goten was pouting! Ranvera could bet he was jealous not of Kyon but of the attention Kyon was getting. This was so adorable. Ranvera grabbed the younger male by his shoulders and turned to face him. “You’ve been driving me crazy this past week. And you know it because you’ve been doing that intentionally. Don’t laugh, dammit! Now I’m going to kiss you and you’re going to let me, right?”

Goten’s laughter stopped. He seemed to hesitate at first then grinned. “Can I think this over?”

“No.”

“Mmm… So I don’t get a say in this?”

“Nope.”

When Goten did not look upset Ranvera leaned in. Goten closed his eyes as the older male’s lips brushed over his. Ranvera’s hand pressed to the back of his neck. His other hand slid down Goten’s shoulder and to the small of his back to bring them as close as possible in their sitting position. In a minute, Ranvera broke the kiss. Dazed, Goten opened his eyes.

“Is something wrong?” Ranvera asked

Goten blinked at him. “Eh? No, not really. Oh, you…about this. Sorry, I just haven’t been kissing that much, so probably I’m awful at it.”

“I see. Yeah, I was actually wondering why you suck at this so much.”

“Now you’re hurting my feelings,” Goten muttered. He wiped the saliva off his lips with the back of his hand.

“What? Really?”

“Nah, but I need to get another bottle.” Goten stood up.

Ranvera watched him walking over to one of the bags lying on the floor. He was startled when suddenly Kyon dropped on Goten’s place on the bench.

“What’s up?”

Ranvera scratched the stubs on his head. “Well, a certain thing’s up and I’d appreciate that you’d leave me alone before it gets down.”

Kyon looked down at Ranvera’s crotch. “Yeah,” he agreed. “We would not want this guy to be down, do we, now?”

Goten unscrewed the cap of the new bottle, took a few gulps and wanted to go back to his bench then saw Kyon sitting next to Ranvera. The two of them seemed busy discussing something. He had no wish to intervene. Sighing, he went to the group, which was sitting by the oven. He leaned on a long table and listened to the jokes and overall silliness of drunk savars. Toharu really knew how to lead a party.

After turning around to look at the bench one more time Goten saw Ranvera and Kyon kissing. And it was not just some kissing, they looked as if they wanted to swallow each other. “Well, fuck me!” Goten muttered in surprise. He took another swig. Someone patted him on his shoulder in sympathy. Goten turned to see the ringleader. She patted him again then lowered her bottle on the table Goten was leaning on.

“Ah well, you know, friends come and go,” she said. “Women stay.”

Goten shook his head and barfed loudly. “No, actually they also go.”

“Ah well,” the elite sighed. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders. “I’ll stay,” she slurred.

Goten took his bottle in another hand to be able to wrap his newly freed hand over her shoulders as well. It was long ago he had felt such camaraderie. His lower lip started trembling as he was moved to tears. A clonk echoed as they smashed their bottles together.

“And let’s drink to this!” Goten raised his bottle to drain it dry.

“Yeah!”

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