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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
- 68
- 69
- 70
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.
Barracks
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read werewolfflutist
Part 69
The two videos finished downloading. They had been shrewdly named “1” and “2”. Trunks clicked on the first one, and it opened, taking him to some large conference hall with five Ice-jins milling about. The video was of good quality and had been filmed by a camera installed high above the hall in order to cover most of it. It took Trunks a few moments to recognize the late King Cooler as his clothes and armor weren’t much different than those of the others.
Fifteen seconds into the video, the view on the screen blurred slightly, then a Legendary appeared standing in the middle of the conference hall. A short scuffle ensued, resulting in four Ice-jins splattered on the carpeted floor. King Cooler was glowing with powerful ki as he and the Legendary faced each other. They seemed to be exchanging some words; then, suddenly, the king attacked. Kakarott blocked the ki-ball that had been launched at him, and it bounced off his charged hand, whooshing into the rows of chairs. Chunks and splinters of wood rose into the air, the debris and dust making it difficult to see what was happening. The ki-ball, gathered in such a short time, was harmless to the Legendary, but it hadn’t been meant to harm. It had been meant to distract. Kakarott’s reaction time, however, was better than Cooler had presumed, and his intended blow to the head was easily sidestepped. Kakarott counterattacked, and the fight was in full swing. Trunks was having a hard time following their fight on the screen as the opponents moved at an incredible speed. From time to time, other Ice-jins would enter the hall and attack the Legendary, but any of their attempts to thwart the fight brought no result, their ki-balls bouncing off him. Kakarott paid the soldiers no attention unless they tried to attack him physically. If there had been no carpet, Cooler and Kakarott would have been slipping and sliding in puddles of blood.
It seemed that the two fighters were pretty evenly-matched. Stunned, his palms itching and repeatedly closing into fists, Trunks watched. Excitement and disbelief coursed through his veins. Perhaps he would have been more worried than excited if he didn’t know how the fight had ended. Suddenly, the video stopped in the middle of the fight without reaching any conclusion.
Shaking himself from his stupor, Trunks opened the second video, where the fight resumed. He had been wondering why it had been split in half right until the view blurred again, and Goten dropped out of thin air to the floor. Even if his hair was blond, he was farther away from the camera, and, for several moments, did nothing else but roll on the carpeted floor, Trunks had recognized him instantly. There was no one else in the universe who could be a Legendary Warrior and still look as stupid as Goten did.
King Cooler’s tactics changed immediately, switching his attention to the seemingly weaker target. For some time, Goten tried to evade him, while at the same time, disposing of random Ice-jin soldiers rushing into the conference hall, one after another. Stray blasts kept whooshing past him, hitting the walls and furniture, chunks of wood and concrete exploding into the air. Every few seconds, ki-blasts would connect with the third-class’s shield and bounce off, either hitting the walls as well or ricocheting into the Ice-jins themselves.
This unpremeditated confusion lasted for a couple of minutes, then Kakarott yelled something to Goten, who immediately stopped trying to escape Cooler, and instead ignored the rest of the Ice-jin soldiers. The two Legendaries attacked the king simultaneously. The resulting power-shift was tremendous. Kakarott hadn’t been disadvantaged when fighting one on one, but now Cooler wasn’t able to land a hit on either of the two.
Trunks watched King Cooler grow weaker and more helpless with each hit. His ki started failing, and Kakarott’s punch suddenly went right through his shield and his back. He collapsed into a broken heap at the Legendaries’ feet. Unceremoniously, Kakarott leaned down, grabbed his head, and twisted.
For several moments, Goten and his father discussed something, then the screen blurred again, and they disappeared. The video ended, the screen turning blank. Trunks closed it and leaned back in his chair. While he stared at the two files, it came to him that “1” and “2” were not the numbers of the videos but those of the Legendaries’. Then, suddenly, a completely different thought entered his mind, and he straightened in his chair. Clicking on one item after another, he entered what the Earthlings called the “biggest video archive on the Internet”. A short search in the archive confirmed his suspicions – there were over ten videos named “Legendary Saiyan”. He opened the one at the very top. It was the whole, undivided video of what he had just seen. Trunks closed his eyes in disbelief, his mind reeling. Then he checked the counter underneath the video. Almost two billion hits.
“Oh my god,” he grunted in disbelief. “Goten, you idiot…”
Most of the universe had already seen the video. There was never moderation when it involved Goten. Did he even know that there was a video of him and his father fighting King Cooler? He was blond and much bulkier, true. Both of them were, and it was probably nearly impossible to recognize them, but he had, which meant that there were others who would.
His breath caught in his throat, Trunks scrolled through the comments. There were various speculations and opinions. An average observer seemed to think that the two Legendaries were either twins or clones. There were a few who claimed that they knew the Legendaries personally. Still others asserted that the whole video was a heinous fabrication by the government, and demanded it be deleted at once. There were also many Saiyan commentators who were puzzling their heads over where they had seen those familiar faces.
ooOoOoOoo
Abrasive sounds could be heard outside, and Goten’s dazed mind took it as a sign that sandstorm hadn’t passed yet. It had started yesterday late in the evening and was still continuing up to… Goten didn’t know what time it was now. Due to the sandstorm it was still dark, but certainly he would have heard the siren calling to work. It meant he still had some time till he needed to get up.
Goten turned on his back. The tension in his loins only intensified, and the best way to deal with it was to give his body what it wanted. He stuck his hand down his underwear and grasped himself. During the last month and a half while training, and after having returned to the school, his need only kept growing. He’d had a few opportunities to masturbate, but he missed sex. Particularly, he missed sex with Reyn. He didn’t have much to compare it to, but it had felt a hundred times better than doing it alone.
While stroking himself, the third-class rolled his balls around gently. In a few moments, he stopped massaging, and his hand slipped south, behind his testicles. He prodded tentatively, then eased a finger into himself. The pleasure intensified, but it was a very uncomfortable position. Not to mention, it was hardly possible to move his finger back and forth.
Disappointed, Goten pulled his finger out. For some unfathomable reason, he sniffed at it. He wondered where he could buy condoms. Condoms and everything else used to be taken care of by Reyn, and he had no leftovers. Eight or so months ago, one could buy condoms at Matilda’s. Nowadays… Goten decided that he should also invest in sex toys. That would definitely be better than trying to fingerfuck himself for the rest of his service here.
He continued stroking himself until he came, then sprawled languidly across his bed and listened to the storm outside. Ten minutes later, the sirens blared, and after quickly wiping himself, he ran off to have breakfast.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten was sitting on the floor in a small conference room in the headquarters. The whole base, all twenty-seven people, was there waiting for the coronation to start. On the wall in front of them, there was a television set. Due to bad reception, it would flicker from time to time. Currently, it was the only working TV on the base since there were no spare generators they could use. Even this one had been taken with Ardema’s sour permission. There were no reports of another sandstorm, and he had to agree that a coronation didn’t happen every day. He had also joined everyone else at the TV. In his opinion, it was every Saiyan’s duty to watch.
The savars had brought some beer that they’d found in Barracks 3. Salivating, they were waiting for the right moment to open it. Goten was afraid of the disappointment of it having gone bad during these months.
Finally, the frozen view of the Royal Palace disappeared from the flickering screen. Instead, the camera brought them to the throne room. It was filled with hundreds of distinguished guests and journalists. Vedeno Grendal, the head of National Security, was also present. The Royal Family hadn’t arrived yet. Goten checked his scouter – they should appear in a couple of minutes. He wondered if Kakarott was there. He doubted that, though – Kakarott didn’t seem to be interested in what was happening in the politics of the Empire. Yet, his presence would show approval and respect. Had it been up to him, Goten would have attended the ceremony.
The door to the throne room opened, and the Royal Family appeared to a barrage of camera flashes. The whole Royal Family was present. Goten noted that the eldest family member looked haunted, his face ashen. The third-class hadn’t expected him to show up at all. Curious, he watched the king proceed to the throne with heavy steps. Goten wondered what kind of drugs he was on – the ruthless man he remembered wouldn’t have acted so meekly. Or maybe it was the knowledge that everything was lost, that the end had come.
Bulma Briefs Vegeta had a confident smile on her face. She was walking next to her husband, the soon-to-be King of the Empire. While following his father, Prince Vegeta was frowning slightly. After passing the saluting guests, he climbed up the stairs and stood next to the throne.
Trunks and Bulma Vegeta stayed at the end of the stairs. Goten caught a glimpse of him as he was saying something to his mother. He looked no less haunted than his grandfather.
Now, next to the throne stood both the current and the future king. The looks on their faces were the same, Goten realized. It was no wonder. One didn’t want to give up his kingdom, while the other was reluctant to accept it. The third-class, though, knew that it was probably only him and a few others who knew that. To all others, the Royalty seemed to be excited.
After a few moments, the king took the Royal Medallion – the sign of supreme power – off his chest and held it above his son’s head. Everyone hushed. Goten found himself watching with bated breath, waiting for some kind of hysterical spectacle from the king.
Nothing of the sort happened, and the Royal Medallion landed softly on the new King Vegeta’s chest. Everyone saluted, clapped, and cheered. In the throne room, cameras went wild, while beer was opened on the base. Goten exhaled in relief – he hadn’t realized that he had been so worried.
The savars saluted each other and shared the little beer that they had. It had a strange, bittersweet taste but was cold since they hadn’t forgotten to put it in the freezer. To celebrate, Goten took a small sip as well; he figured that from such a small sip he shouldn’t get sick.
Next came the speeches. The eldest Vegeta limited himself by saying that he hoped that his son would lead the Empire to prosperity. Everyone in the throne room and on the base clapped, wishing the same. Then the current king stood at the microphone and delivered a twenty-minute speech filled with the delights and spoils of the recent victory, promises of further success, and public welfare. The youngest Vegeta had his own share of words about how honored he was to be the next in line for the throne and how momentous a task it was.
“Is he going to return to the base?” someone asked while trying to lure the last drops out of the bottle with his tongue.
Goten found himself waiting for the answer with bated breath. The savars exchanged shrugs and uncertain looks.
“Well, would make sense since it’s being restored,” one of them ventured a guess.
“Now he’s the immediate heir to the throne. I really doubt he’s going to return,” another opposed.
The savars shared a few more shrugs, and their attention returned to Trunks Vegeta on the screen.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten was getting ready to sleep when the door to his room opened, and Ardema stepped in. Goten, who had been sitting on the bed shirtless, stood up and saluted.
“Sir?”
“At ease,” the elite said, holding out a bottle of something transparent and sparkling. In his other hand he was holding a piece of salami. The bottle was half-empty already.
“Is that vodka, sir?” Goten asked.
“Of course it is. I found it today in the taisa’s office.”
“Ermm… Lucky you, sir.”
Goten watched Ardema test Kyon’s bed, frown at it, then make himself comfortable on the dusty floor. The elite patted the space on the floor in front of him.
“I’ve got no glasses, though,” he said, breaking the salami in half.
“Umm… It’s alright, sir,” Goten said, sitting down opposite him. The rancid smell of alcohol hit his nostrils at once – the elite was drunk already. Goten wondered what this was about.
Ardema pushed the bottle in Goten’s face, so the third-class took it and sipped. His eyes started watering at the acidic taste, and he grabbed the bigger salami half from the elite’s hand. He tore into the chunk and chewed vigorously. In silence, the elite retrieved the bottle from Goten and took a gulp. Frowning, he bit into the salami.
Goten was impressed – it was not every day that one saw an elite sharing a bottle with a supposed second-class. Then again, Ardema’s partner was a second-class. Ardema’s mind was probably wired a little bit differently than other elites’.
“So did he dump you, or was it the other way ‘round?” Ardema asked when they were nearing to the bottom of the bottle.
Goten sighed. So this was what it was about. He couldn’t even feel angry. “The other way around, sir.”
Ardema’s head shook slowly in sympathy, and he tipped the bottle for a mouthful, then bit into his piece of salami. He passed the bottle to Goten.
“It’s going to be tough on you if he returns.”
Goten nodded. He had a feeling that Ardema had misunderstood him but didn’t feel like correcting him. Then he felt bad about his laziness. After all, the man felt sympathetic towards him. It was probably because Ardema saw similarities with his own situation – he had no idea whether his second-class lover would return to the base alive or not.
“It’s not exactly like that, sir,” Goten started, and he wondered what, exactly, was not “like that”, about his hopes and expectations. “I do hope he returns.”
“Oh?” The elite thought for a moment. “This doesn’t make much sense,” he gave his verdict.
Goten rolled his eyes. “You don’t know the half of it, sir,” he said soothingly. “Nothing in my life makes much sense.”
“Was it you who killed King Cooler?”
Goten blinked. “I don’t know anything about King Cooler, sir.” Ardema was ready to ask another question, so Goten hurried to intercept him: “Neither do I know anything about Prince Frieza.”
The elite chuckled and gave a conspiratorial wink to Goten. “You know, they have videos of you and your father killing King Cooler.”
The third-class’ grin faded when he understood that Ardema hadn’t made that up. The pleasant fuzziness in his head disappeared at once. “What videos, sir?”
“The footage from Seventy-Nine.”
“Oh for fuck’s sakes…” Goten groaned, regretting not having blasted the damn planet.
“So it really was you.”
“No, sir, it wasn’t. I have never even set my foot out of Vegeta-sei.”
The elite grinned at him. “You know, you and your father look almost exactly the same.”
“Sir,” Goten said somberly, “you can’t trust some random videos the quality and origin of which are questionable. They’re obviously fake.”
“The quality is very good, actually. The origin… They came from National Security, so I’m inclined to trust them.”
“Oh for fuck’s sakes…” Goten repeated.
Ardema patted him on the head. “It’s fine. It’s fine.” He belched loudly, and Goten had to turn his head away from the stench. “It’s an honor to have a drink with you,” he said, sipping the last drops out of the bottle. “You’re a bit far from Legendary material, but you do get your job done,” he added, smacking his lips.
“Thank you, sir,” Goten said. “But I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.”
ooOoOoOoo
Goten woke to the morning sirens blaring. His head felt quite heavy, and he could presume that the elite rolling in Kyon’s bed felt much worse.
“Sir, we need to get up.”
A few curse words brightened the early morning, and some more rolling about was heard. Finally, the elite got to his feet, and, holding his head in his hands, staggered towards the door.
“Have a good day, sir,” Goten wished him.
Ardema’s dissatisfied grunt was the only answer to that. Goten wondered how fast the elite would find his way out but decided that it wasn’t his business. He dressed and ran outside to the kitchens for breakfast. Then he worked until lunch, taking up a shovel afterward.
The orders for the damaged buildings to be demolished came right after lunch. Ardema informed everyone that the responsible authorities were sending in about fifty third-classes to erect new buildings. In addition, building materials and new supplies were going to be delivered at the same time.
Most savars met the news with joy and started destroying the irreparable buildings at once, while Goten realized that, after the reconstruction, he would be one of those living in the old barracks. That didn’t dampen his mood in the slightest, though; he was quite fond of his old room.

As Goten’s luck would have it, both Kyon and Ranvera returned on the same day, on the same train, at the same time. At the sight of them entering the base, Goten dropped the shovel he had been using to clear the rubble and chunks of asphalt in the training field and ran towards them.
“Kyon! Ranvera! Hey! Here! Kyon!”
“Goten!” Kyon shouted back, waving with both hands. He accidentally banged Ranvera on his head with his suitcase, and the other male cursed, rubbing at the sore spot. When the third-class reached him, Kyon dropped his luggage and grabbed Goten into a hug.
Goten felt himself tearing up and could tell that Kyon was no less affected by their meeting – his shoulders hurt from the forceful way the second-class was clutching at him.
“Welcome back,” Goten whispered, and then he wasn’t able to say anything else, because Kyon’s lips covered his. His tongue snuck into the unsuspecting, defenseless mouth and ravished the third-class with relish. Goten stared at the second-class’s face from up close in a stupor. Farther away, someone whistled and applauded.
“Stop, stop, stop!” Ranvera growled, trying to peel Kyon away from the third-class. “Time out! Stop it!” he said, finally having managed to disentangle the two males. “My turn!”
“No, no, no!” Goten protested loudly, having overcome his initial shock. “It doesn’t work that way.” Ranvera tried to seize Goten’s head for a kiss anyway, and the third-class backed away from him. “Calm down, guys. Wait! Wait!” Excited and happy but, at the same time, confused and uncertain, Goten pushed Ranvera aside again. “I thought… I thought you were…” he rasped out, “umm…very disappointed in me?”
Ranvera elbowed Kyon in the ribs. “I told you – the epitome of modesty!” He leaned towards Goten to whisper in his ear. “Disappointed in you? Don’t be absurd! You saved the whole Empire!”
Goten stopped breathing. “Ohmyfuckinggod,” he blurted out in a second. “No. No fucking way.” It was one thing that Ardema knew – the elite didn’t seem the type to tattle. But Ranvera… He should have taken it for granted that Ranvera would know – he was within National Security. Goten looked at Kyon.
“He showed me the videos,” the second-class confirmed. Goten opened his mouth, and Kyon grinned. “No, you can’t deny it. It was really you.”
Goten closed his eyes in frustration. “Don’t show it to anyone else,” he told Ranvera, motioning at his suitcase.
“Alright,” Ranvera agreed. “But I think that a lot of people have seen them already,” he added to the third-class’s further distress. He laughed at Goten’s obvious dismay. He grabbed Goten into a hug. “It’s fine, don’t worry. Oh my god, you stink so much! Like a pile of shit!”
Goten laughed. “We’ve got no showers and I’ve been laboring day after day. Soon you’ll smell no better.”
From over Ranvera’s shoulder, Goten saw the sergeant looking at the three of them impatiently. The sergeant hadn’t said anything yet but was obviously thinking that their jovial meeting was taking too long.
Goten let go of Ranvera, but not before the second-class got a good feel of his ass. Goten felt too tired and overwhelmed to protest. “Go to the headquarters to register,” he told the second-classes. “We’ll talk later. Probably only in the evening – there’s so much work to do! The officers’ barracks is going to be torn down soon.”
The friends split up and didn’t have a chance to talk to each other until late dinner. During dinner, the kitchens were full of savars; now there were about sixty of them. There was hardly any space left to put one’s foot in. Goten wondered if the kitchens would have to be torn down together with the canteen. He wondered if they would restart any of their studies this year or were just going to keep rebuilding.
Once they had eaten, Goten, with his friends in tow, left for his barracks. Inside his room, he spotted two suitcases. One was Ranvera’s.
“I’m going to live here,” Ranvera announced after noticing Goten’s questioning look. “I was told that for now I can live anywhere as long as there are no objections.”
“I’m sure that once Daram returns, he will have some objections and will conk you one or two before tossing you out the window.”
“But you will protect me?”
“I won’t. He and Roland are a couple, and I’m not going to interfere.”
“What’s the use of having a Legendary as a friend if…?”
Goten snarled at him. “Can you stop saying that? Don’t ever mention it!”
Ranvera raised his hands up. “Relax, I’m just kidding.” Goten’s eyes were cold and demanding, and Ranvera had to appease his unrelenting gaze. “Alright, I promise I won’t say it anymore.”
“Just keep it a secret, alright?”
Ranvera rolled his eyes. One couldn’t keep a secret when it wasn’t a secret.
“You aren’t a third-class after all, are you?” Kyon asked softly while unpacking his suitcase. He tossed his spare uniform on his bed and turned to look at Goten.
Goten gave his friends an awkward look. “Uh… I think I am.” He hadn’t really discussed this question in depth with his father. There had been nothing to discuss since his father had told him that they were a different subspecies. “I probably don’t belong to any class,” Goten said. “My mother was a third-class, though.”
Kyon and Ranvera met each other’s eyes. Only those of mixed blood didn’t belong to any class and were the lowest of the low. It was quite a paradox that one of the Legendaries was one of them.
“You know,” Ranvera said, “I think with you being what you are, it doesn’t even matter.”
“Agreed,” Kyon seconded. “But if anyone asks me – you make a very good second-class.”
“I’d say ‘And let’s drink to that’, but we’ve got nothing to drink,” Ranvera muttered mournfully.
Since they were having a moment of truth, Goten went to his side of the wardrobe and opened his suitcase, grabbing the cookbook. Apprehensive, he carried it over to Kyon and pushed it into his hands. Kyon’s face lit up.
“Oh, you’ve really kept it.”
“Yeah…” Goten muttered watching Kyon sitting down on his bed. He sat down on his own and watched Kyon open the front page. The sentimental delight quickly left Kyon’s face as his eyes scanned the added lines and the eye-catching drawing of a cock. He lifted the book with the page open into the air.
“What’s that?”
Goten gave him an unhappy look. “Umm… Which part of it?”
“Well, let’s start with the dick.”
“Very hairy balls,” Ranvera commented, grinning. “Did you draw it?”
The third-class shook his head. “It’s my ex who drew it. He was…upset about…uh…well…about the book and that I kept it.”
“Your ex?”
“You have an ‘ex’ now?!”
“Yes,” Goten admitted. He could not help but grin at their stunned faces. He felt…proud and stupid at the same time.
“Who?”
Thinking whether he wanted to answer this question, Goten pursed his lips. Then he relented: “A guy from the ship I was sent to. Reyn Dueri.”
“Reyn,” Kyon repeated the unfamiliar name, dumbstruck.
Ranvera put up his hands. “Wait, wait. Reyn Dueri? That same Reyn Dueri that’s on the project list?”
Goten nodded.
Ranvera stared at him for a couple of seconds, then grunted, “You know, you’re quite predictable.”
Goten gave him the finger.
“Who’s Reyn Dueri?” Kyon asked, not understanding. “Is he famous? I’ve never heard of him.”
“That’s a very long story, you see,” Goten said.
“I’ve got time.”
“Ugh. Alright.”
Goten told them everything: about the project, about it being only a decoy, about what the Legendary was, and about his relationship with Reyn.

“Oooookaay,” Kyon drawled when Goten finished. He was overwhelmed. “So this is where the hairy cock comes from. Now what about the threat? Knowing you, I’m inclined to think that whoever signed ‘Trunks’ here is actually Trunks Vegeta.”
Goten scratched his head awkwardly and cast his eyes towards the floor. Shifting uneasily on his bed, he stayed quiet.
“Oh. My. God,” Kyon said. “Toharu was right.”
“Are you serious?” Ranvera grunted, wide-eyed. Then he leaned backwards in surprise as Kyon suddenly jumped to his feet and lunged towards Goten.
Goten would have probably managed to defend himself from the punch but was too stunned as well. His body swayed slightly with the hit. Kyon would have punched him again, but Ranvera grabbed him from behind and dragged him away, seating him back on his bed and attempting to calm him down.
“So all this time… All this freaking time you were fucking around with me! You fucking…fucking…” Kyon trailed off, not sure what he wanted to say. “So how many boyfriends do you have exactly?” he hissed. “You fucking playboy!”
Pressing his palm to his burning face, Goten gave him a guilty look. “Currently, none. Umm… Trunks Vegeta was actually the reason I broke up with Reyn.”
“Gods above,” Ranvera muttered. “So you’re with the prince now?”
“No, I’m not,” Goten denied. “It’s probably over. I think so at least, but he told my father that he would find me.”
Kyon groaned in disbelief. “Oh, screw you, Goten. Screw you sideways, screw you slantwise, and screw you upside down.”
“You wish,” Ranvera muttered, letting go of Kyon’s shoulders. “Goten, how do you even…? You’ve got no shame, have you? Messing around with everyone… You’ve got to teach me your tricks. How do you even do it? Why does everybody in this damn universe want to sleep with you? You don’t even look that good!”
“Shut up,” Goten spat.
“Be quiet!” Kyon growled.
“You could have told us,” Kyon said reproachfully after a moment.
Goten sniggered. “Told you what? That I had the hots for the prince? That he felt the same? And what of it? What difference would it have made?”
“Well, a big one!”
“Hold on, Kyon,” Ranvera tried to calm down the other second-class. He turned to Goten. “When did you find out that you’re a Legendary?”
Kyon’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh.”
“About…” Goten counted in his head. “A month ago?”
“So you didn’t know that you’re a Legendary while you were on the base?”
“Well, of course I didn’t!”
For some time, the three of them sat quietly, then Kyon sighed. “I’d ask you about your and the prince’s relationship, but, at this point, I think it’s become none of my business.”
Goten felt his cheeks tinting pink. “Thanks. I’d rather just leave it alone. And I’m very sorry about everything, both of you.”
Ranvera waved it off. “We haven’t been celibate either,” he said elbowing Kyon in the side.
“Speak for yourself,” Kyon spat. “Knowing you, you probably lost count!”
“I did not,” Ranvera protested, raising his palm into the air, showing all five digits. “You?” he asked Kyon.
The second-class glanced at Goten guiltily and deflated even more. He raised his index finger into the air. “I thought we were going to die,” he muttered in his defense.
“Everyone thought the same,” Goten said, raising his forefinger into the air as well.
“So are we all good now?” Ranvera asked, patting Kyon’s shoulders.
“I think I’ll need some time to digest all this,” Kyon muttered, leaving the bed to put the recipe book on the desk. He closed the cover. “That’s quite some memento there,” he said, chuckling.
“Umm… I’m really sorry.”
Kyon sighed. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Knowing you, you didn’t even know that they were having their little fight in there.”
“Yeah, they just took it and…”
Kyon raised his hands to stop Goten. “Just leave it. I really don’t want to talk about this right now.”
Goten deflated even more. “Sorry.”
“Forget about the cookbook,” Ranvera said. He turned to Goten. “Want to hear the good news? I saw the orders for Ario’s ship to return to Vegeta-sei. He should be back in a week or two.”
Goten’s face lit up. “That’s great!”
“I don’t think he will return,” Kyon said somberly. “I wouldn’t. As long as he has a choice, and he does, he won’t. Too many painful memories here.”
“I think he will return,” Ranvera opposed. “We are here. Don’t you think he would want to see us? He would at least visit us!”
Kyon shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I’d like to see him,” Goten agreed. “He was the one I worried about the most.”
Kyon nodded, agreeing. “Me too. He somehow…”
“Weren’t you supposed to worry about Goten?” Ranvera chuckled.
The other second-class shook his head. “I somehow knew that Goten would manage to weasel his way out of any situation.”
Goten sighed. “I’m more prone to getting into those situations than weaseling out of them.”
ooOoOoOoo
On Thursday, the news of the shaii returning to the base arrived. When he heard that, Goten’s heart skipped a beat. Then, he quenched the excitement and laughed at himself. The truth was, however, that he badly wanted to see the prince. His head felt foggy every time he started thinking about himself and the prince. Him being a Legendary… Did that solve everything? Hardly anyone knew that, though. They would still be shunned, frowned upon, and derided. Did he really want that? Even if it was alright with him, what about the prince? Was he ready to do that to the prince? He sometimes thought that he was, sometimes thought that he wasn’t, but most of the time he selfishly hoped that the prince would not leave him a choice.
ooOoOoOoo
The shaii arrived on Saturday. The military aircraft landed on what was left of the launch pod. The savars hurried to meet him and the supplies that he had definitely brought with him. Five other large aircrafts were still hovering in the air. They were probably carrying those fifty promised builders and constructors, along with building materials and the needed tools and machinery.
Several men jumped out of the first aircraft, and boxes started exchanging hands. Excited hubbub filled the launch pod. Casting a glance at the aircraft for about the hundredth time, Goten grabbed one of the crates, too. There wasn’t a purple head amongst the newcomers. Only now, so badly disappointed, did he realize how much he had been hoping for the prince to arrive.
The third-class nearly dropped the crate he was carrying when someone slapped him on his back painfully.
“That’s it,” Ranvera said, removing his palm. “There goes your last hope. Whoosh and disappeared!”
“I’d punch you,” Goten growled out, “but my hands are busy.”
“It’s a good thing that they are, then,” Kyon said. “He’s right, though,” he added, sidling to Goten’s other side. “The faster you forget him, the faster you recover.”
“Why do I feel that you have an ulterior motive?” Goten grunted.
“Because I just might have one.”
“Screw both of you. Leave me to my misery.”
Goten sounded tired and upset, and, over his back, Ranvera and Kyon met each other’s eyes.
“It’s a pity that we don’t have any alcohol,” Kyon said after a moment. “It would help.”
“That would actually make things worse,” Goten pointed out irritably.
“Better at first,” Ranvera protested.
“Why am I the only one carrying a crate?” Goten complained.
“You volunteered. As always.”
Goten muttered something under his breath.
After Goten had reached the kitchens, Ranvera disappeared. Kyon, however, stayed with Goten until they and other savars transferred all the boxes from the airplane to the kitchens. Once the first aircraft was unloaded, it rose into the air and disappeared in the direction of Velora. The other five aircrafts took its place on the base. There wasn’t enough space on the damaged launch pod, so two aircrafts landed on the training field. From the trapdoors spilled innumerable third-classes. Most of them were carrying boxes with supplies; others rushed to build tents in the training field. Under a command of who appeared to be the lead engineer, a mountain of large building blocks was quickly erected near the empty hole where the officers’ barracks used to be. Ardema just watched the ruckus from afar without interfering.
There were many gawkers, but no one stepped forward to help the third-classes unload the goods. Goten was the first to offer his help when he saw three of them carry a bulldozer but had to step back from their insulted and angered looks.
“We can manage, Sir,” the lead engineer said.
Goten gave a disgruntled shrug and returned to finish cleaning the ruble in the canteen. There he saw that the boxes they had carried from the first aircraft still needed to be opened and the goods stored in both the freezer and the fridge. When he and the others were done, it was already lunchtime.
By evening, the training field had turned into a tent town. Building materials were stored here and there, also under tents in case of unexpected, but possible, rain. The tent city was built so that there was enough space left for the bulldozers and cement mixers to pass. All the aircrafts but one had returned to the capital. Goten guessed that the remaining one stored food supplies. Work on the foundations of the officer barracks had already started as well, drills working, the constructions noise echoing all over the base.
Late in the evening, when the construction racket ceased, the savars were gathered outside the headquarters. The newly appointed shaii introduced himself and made a short speech about what a good job they had done cleaning the officer school and how they would have to do an even better job in order to restore it completely. All of this was nothing new, and the savars could be seen stifling yawns here and there.
It was hard to tell the age of the new shaii, but he seemed to be at least over forty. His hair was cut short, was spiky and mostly pointed backwards. His face was oval with quite a prominent nose and thin lips. He was wearing his uniform with stripes on his shoulders that indicated his status as a shaii. He was an elite.
“What’s his name again?” Goten asked Kyon once the speech was over and everyone drifted apart, he and Kyon walking back to their room.
“Marbus Ardo,” Kyon said helpfully. “I haven’t seen him before, have you?”
Goten shook his head. “My first time seeing him.”
Ranvera wasn’t present when they returned to their room. Thinking that he was talking to someone or maybe taking his time in the bathroom, Kyon and Goten got ready to sleep. They were in their beds already when the door opened slowly, and someone slipped in through the crack. Goten’s nose identified beer first, then Ranvera. He sat up in his bed when Ranvera turned on the lights.
“Where did you get it?”
“Shh! We found a box while tearing down Matilda’s walls,” Ranvera said, lifting two bottles for them to see.
“Do you want to poison us?” Kyon asked as he tossed his blankets away. “It’s probably turned into poisonous slop by now.”
“There’s only one way to find out,” Goten told them, reaching out for the second bottle.
“Goten, no,” Kyon said, aghast.
“Yes!” Ranvera grinned maniacally, saluting Goten with his bottle. With one swift move, his fingers uncapped the bottle and brought it to his nose to take a sniff. With a shrug, he clinked his bottle against Goten’s and took a swig. He grimaced but swallowed.
“Idiots,” Kyon said.
“It’s fine, just warm,” Goten said regretfully. He smacked his lips.
Kyon brightened. “Oh?” He reached out for Ranvera’s bottle. “Pass me some of this nectar, then.”
Ranvera looked like he wanted to refuse to share, then he realized that if he did, Goten would share his. He passed his bottle to Kyon. Kyon saluted Goten and took a large swig.
“Hey, hey!” Ranvera protested at once. “Not so much!”
“Cheapskate.”
“I could’ve drunk it all alone,” Ranvera pointed out. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Goten burped, either in appreciation of his deed or beer in general. He patted Ranvera on his shoulder and passed him his bottle. He climbed out of his bed, sat down on the floor, and leaned against the bed.
It felt good to be back.
“Now, now,” Kyon patted Goten’s shoulder when he saw the third-class tear up. “Everything’s going to be alright.”
“I’m happy, you moron.”
Ranvera looked at Goten’s teary face, then the bottle in his own hand. “If I had known this would make you so happy, I’d have stolen some from Ardema.”
TBC
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