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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball BZ – 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), beta-read by Ayakaishi Fei
Part 7
The party was in full swing. Goten decided he did not care in the least what Kyon and Ranvera were doing on that bench at the back of the kitchen. He was glad to be rid of them and he joyfully joined in Toharu’s party. From time to time he checked his wristband to make sure they left the building in time. As soon as the food was done, the dishes washed and the empty bottles stuffed back into the bags, he planned to kick everyone out, lock the door and return the key to the provost marshal as if nothing ever happened. Goten rejoiced – this sounded like a wonderful plan and – together with some more alcohol – washed off any traces of the uneasiness he had been feeling earlier.
At some point Toharu complained that the chicken was taking too long, besides it would be nowhere near enough for thirteen people – also he hated carrots – and so he had decided to order a pizza. He knew he had seen a cable telephone somewhere. He wandered off to the other end of the kitchen. Ah, there it was.
Toharu smiled blissfully as arms wrapped around his waist and large hands settled on his stomach. Ario kissed the top of his baldish head.
“Toharu, sweetheart, whom are you calling?”
“Pizza delivery.”
Confused, Ario watched him dial the number. Pizza was the latest fashion overtaken from the Terrans, and it was currently very popular on Vegeta-sei. He lowered his head on his lover’s shoulder. “There’s a pizza delivery on the base?” he wondered.
Toharu pointed at a piece of paper stuck to the pillar on which the telephone was hanging. There was a drawing of a pizza and a number scribbled down on it. Ario hummed in response then turned his head and gently bit Toharu on his earlobe. They shared a short kiss then Ario went back to the partying savars. They had only half an hour left till midnight, so he wanted to use the rest of the time wisely, which included his plans to empty the rest of the bottles.
Ten minutes later, after Toharu had called the pizza delivery, Goten woke up to the sound of someone shouting. “…the hell?” he muttered. He raised his head to look around then blinked as someone grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and raised his upper half of the body. He felt dizzy. Then he was intrigued by the feel of something soft and somewhat squishy under his left hand. He squeezed a few times.
“That’s my breast you’re pumping. And the one you’re trying to push away is the provost marshal.”
Goten blinked at the ringleader sprawled underneath him. His stomach did a back-flip as he remembered where he was. He gagged but somehow managed to keep it all down, for which the elite was grateful. Then he cursed and tried to get to his feet, which was not as easy as it looked.
“Sir!” he saluted as soon as he was standing. Then he leaned on the table so as not to fall over. Why the heck was the provost marshal here?
The provost marshal’s mouth snapped open but then he shut it and whirled around to salute. “Sir!”
The shaii stepped over a pile of empty bottles. He was wearing the bottom part of his uniform combined with a denim jacket, which was wrong side out, the lapels flapping on his bare chest. His lavender hair stood in tufts and was all over the place. He had just been woken up and his only wish right now was to strangle the culprits responsible.
The prince sniffed at the air. The smell of alcohol was everywhere. He stopped in front of the aligned savars and observed them. The females were standing in the row behind the males. Despite their best efforts, some of the savars were swaying slightly. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scents of the room. Something was cooking. Then his gaze landed on Goten who had entrusted his weight to the table. The youth was positively stewed.
“My, my. Goten.”
“Sir!” Goten saluted, then, still not trusting his legs, leaned on the table again.
The shaii’s lips stretched into something which under other circumstances might have been a smile. “And why I am not surprised?”
Goten wanted to ask why but that blue gaze made shivers go up and down his spine and, after doing a few very primitive calculations, his brains decided to keep his mouth shut.
The shaii’s gaze slid over the first row. “And Goten’s company.” The prince gave them an appreciative look. “I must say, boys, you have balls to be calling to the headquarters demanding a pizza delivery. Twice. Telling the provost marshal to shove it up his ass if it isn’t delivered in five minutes.”
Every head in the kitchen turned to Toharu. In the face of the complete silence, Toharu smiled tentatively. Somewhere in the background the oven beeped. The shaii turned to look at it.
“Food’s done!” he exclaimed. He went to open the oven door and was engulfed by a wave of hot air and a mouth-watering aroma. He looked around, grabbed a towel from a nearby hook and pulled the pot out. Once it was on the table, he lifted the lid. “This looks edible. Get me a plate and a fork.”
“Sir?” The provost marshal sounded unsure.
“A plate and a fork. Now.”
“Yes, sir!”
Once he had his plate and fork, the shaii dismissed the provost marshal back to his post. Now he was left alone with the thirteen savars. He pushed over one of the benches and sat down at the table near the oven. He pushed his hair off his face and behind his ears then started filling his plate with wonderfully smelling chicken and garnish. In complete silence, where the savars were afraid to so much as breathe, he started eating.
At some point everyone became aware of silent gasps and moans wafting from the laptop. Goten glanced over to the source of the sounds. Why had nobody turned it off? The volume had been turned down as it had started hindering the conversations but the porn was still playing. Something caught Goten’s eyes and he inched closer to the laptop. The panting man exerting himself on screen seemed somehow familiar. When he raised his head to give a self-satisfied grin to the camera, Goten blinked in surprise. “Ranvera, is this you?”
Everybody’s attention concentrated on the screen.
“Oh, gods!” Ranvera gasped. “How did this… Turn it off!” Mortified, he surged towards the laptop but the shaii’s raised hand stopped him. Unwillingly, he returned back to his place in the formation.
Carrying his plate with chicken, the shaii walked over to the laptop. He inspected the smooth back and thrusting hips of the laboring man. The man raised his head and the shaii hit the pause button. “Yup, it’s him,” he nodded then shoveled some more food into his mouth. “Nice ass,” he complimented, chewing. “And the technique isn’t bad either.”
Red like a tomato, desperately wishing for the floor to swallow and save him, Ranvera squeezed out a tentative smile. “Thanks, sir?” he tried. “Sir, could you close the laptop now? Please? Sir? Sir? Sir, please!”
Goten raised his finger and pointed at the still open screen with the paused scene. “Does he even know you are filming him?!”
“Of course he knows!” Ranvera snapped at him.
“Oh my god!” Goten’s eyes widened in horror. “You wanted me for your private stock!” He grabbed a half-full bottle of beer from the table he was leaning on. Everybody tensed except for Toharu, who tried to snatch it from Goten’s hand but the bottle slipped out of the second-class’ grasp. Fortunately, instead of launching it at Ranvera’s head, Goten only took a few mouthfuls. A moment later he lowered the bottle. “And to think that I nearly,” he gasped out in a breathy voice, “…nearly… I’m gonna be sick!” he groaned.
The shaii watched Goten crash through the door into the canteen and run in the direction of the bathroom. Goten was still keeping a hold on his newly acquired beer bottle. Snorting, the prince put a few more morsels of meat into his mouth. Then he returned to the table he had been sitting at and settled there comfortably.
Silently, the savars watched the shaii consume their chicken. When the last bone had been picked clean, the shaii pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth and hands on the towel. Finally, he leaned back in the chair.
“Ahhh…” he exhaled contentedly, “it was so long ago I last had decent food. Thanks.” He looked at the savars and smiled. The savars flinched.
“You’re welcome, sir,” Goten said, walking through the door back into the kitchen. “Kyon is a really good cook.”
Slowly, the prince’s head turned towards Goten. The intoxicated youth seemed to lack any sense of fear. And sense in general. “Ah, Kyon, you say?” The shaii’s eyes swiveled to Kyon who was glaring daggers at Goten. The younger male was blissfully oblivious of it all and nodded.
Goten had lost his bottle of beer somewhere on his way to or from the toilets or in the toilets themselves and looked a little bit better than before. The shaii motioned for Goten to sit down on one of the relocated benches. Goten flopped on it with undisguised pleasure.
“I’m disappointed in you, Goten. You seemed like such a smart guy,” the shaii sighed.
Unhappily, Goten pouted. “I’m sorry, sir. I fell asleep and it all slipped out of control.”
“Ah, did it?”
“Yes, sir. That idiot Toharu called pizza…I mean, the provost marshal.”
“Hey, goddamit!” Toharu growled.
“Poor you,” the shaii swung his head from one side to another in compassion. “I’m sure that the bottles don’t belong to you either? No, of course not. You are always such a diligent student.”
There is something weird going on, Goten thought. But because the thought just ended at that, he nodded. A bright unsuspecting smile adorned his face. “Thank you, sir. I’m really doing my best.”
“Bardock?”
“Yes, sir?”
“So who brought the bottles in here?”
“The bottles, sir?”
“Yes,” the prince motioned at the floor, “the ones that are strewn all over the place.”
Goten thought for a few hazy moments. “I wish I remembered, sir,” he slurred in a regretful voice, which sent the shaii into sudden frenzy.
“Arrggh! I’m gonna strangle you!” the shaii grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him violently. “It’s past midnight and instead of being in my bed, I have to deal with you, fucktards!”
“Sir,” Goten gasped out, his head rolling backwards and forwards. “Sir,” he tried to get the prince’s attention again. “Sir, I think I’m about to have motion sickness.”
The shaii shoved him backwards; Goten toppled over the bench and landed on the other side of it, his legs dangling in the air. Then they disappeared when Goten shifted onto his hands and knees and the sounds of retching followed. The prince grimaced in disgust. He faced the rest of the group.
“Alcohol, pornography, sex in public,” he pointed at Toharu’s unzipped pants, “staying out past curfew, insulting an offi-”
“There is a curfew?” came a surprised voice from behind the bench. “I never knew!”
“Bardock?”
“Yes?”
“Just shut the fuck up and continue puking your guts out!”
“Yes, sir!”
The prince felt a barely resistible urge to strangle Goten again. “So where was I? Ah yes, insulting an officer, stealing food and using kitchenware without permission. I would also add a strict violation of privacy, Ranvera. It’s enough for me to toss all of you out from School in a blink!”
Ah, now it was coming, the wave of sober realization with fear trailing along. The shaii would have wallowed in them if not for Goten retching in the background. With his hand, the prince rubbed his chin. The day stubble was already considerably long, although due to his young age it was still soft. “I will ensure that my report reaches the taisa first thing in the morning,” he promised.
The kitchen filled with unhappy faces and hardly suppressed moans of misery. The shaii raised his index finger into the air. “But.” All necks stretched towards him, hopeful wide eyes concentrated on his face. “That chicken was well done.” Now he raised two fingers into the air. “Two years. You get two years of kitchen duty. I want all meals taste like that; breakfast, lunch, dinner. Gods help you if they don’t.”
“But our studie-”
The blue eyes snapped towards Ranvera like a whip. “Did I just hear something?”
Ranvera hunched over, making himself sparse and unimportant.
The shaii nodded. “I thought so.” He motioned at the floor. “Now I want the kitchen disinfected and sparkling in the morning.” He pointed at a sleeping Goten behind the bench. “Disinfect him too just in case. And inform him about the orders. And don’t let him drink this much ever again.” He turned to Ranvera. “And try not to film him during sex.”
Ranvera saluted. “Yes, sir!”
The look that the shaii gave him seemed to imply that Ranvera’s sanity was questionable.

ooOoOoOoo
Goten roused as someone shook him by his shoulders rudely. Before he had even opened his eyes, he had a bad feeling about the day. He sat up and groaned as his head throbbed. He rubbed at his bloodshot and dry eyes. Kyon was already up and rushing about in the room. He threw something at Goten and it landed on the younger male’s head. Goten pulled it off. Right, the uniform that Kyon had agreed to lend him.
At five o’clock in the morning it all looked different. While he stared at Kyon’s uniform on his lap, Goten’s memory was throwing up pieces and flashes of the previous night. Every single one of them, made Goten want to bash his head against a wall in horror. His heart beating madly in his throat, Goten looked up at Kyon.
“How did it end?” he rasped out fearful of the answer he might receive.
“We got two years of kitchen duty. Preparing breakfast, lunch and dinner,” Kyon growled out at him angrily, flopping down on his bed to tie his boots.
Goten shook his head in outright disbelief. Humming at the discomfort the motion evoked, he rubbed his temples to try to lessen the painful throbbing. This was called a reality check. He groaned. He hardly knew anything about making food. Two years. The whole time in service slaving away in the kitchen? “I don’t remember this,” he muttered. He leaned over his bed to get to the small bedside cabinet where he knew he had a bottle of water.
“Well,” Kyon looked up at him after he had finished tying his shoelaces, “it’s because you puked your guts out and passed out. You’re lucky I’m even talking to you!”
Confused, Goten stared at him for a few seconds. He started unscrewing the bottle. Then he chuckled mirthlessly. “No, you are lucky I am talking to you.”
Kyon’s lips pressed into a line. True, they had been the ones to come uninvited and to bring alcohol but hadn’t that been the point? …To pleasantly surprise Goten with a friendly visit. It was unfortunate that ultimately the result of their visit had been the opposite of what they had intended.
“Oh c’mon,” Goten sighed after noticing the dejected and wronged look on Kyon’s face. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought but it’s not fair to make it my fault.”
Kyon nodded slowly. He watched Goten take a few gulps of water and sigh in pleasure. Then he got out of the bed and started dressing the uniform. After having cleaned the kitchen with other guys, he had undressed Goten and thrown away his soiled jacket as it was not worth washing. Then he had dragged a bare-chested Goten back to the barracks and put him to bed. The bastard did not seem the least bit grateful.
“So we’ll have to go to the kitchen at six and start preparing breakfast together with chefs?” Goten asked, putting his belt on. “I wonder whether they and our sergeant have been informed.”
Kyon snorted. “I bet the shaii will get up earlier than usual just to phone them personally to make sure we won’t skip out.”
“Yeah, if the provost marshal reminds him of it – the prince seems to be absentminded most of the time.” Goten threw his hands apart as his roommate just sat there and stared at him accusingly. “Oh c’mon, he’s a good guy.”
Kyon gave him a sardonic look. “Yes, I noticed that as soon as I got the two-year-sentence of kitchen duty! Just for watching porn and having a bit of a drink! I wasn’t disturbing anyone!”
Goten rubbed at his dry eyes. They felt as if someone had poured sand into them. “Oh, c’mon, you know this is a serious breach of order,” he muttered blinking a few times to wet his eyes. “He could have tossed us out and we would have ended up in some boot camp without another opportunity to ever get a higher rank than that of a grunt.”
“…”
“And as for me – he could have kicked me out at least three times already. I even punched him, for gods’ sake! But he didn’t. So yeah, in my opinion, he’s not that much of an asshole.”
Goten finished buttoning his new jacket and Kyon stood up. He followed Goten outside. “Yeah, so now I know why you seemed to be acting awfully familiarly with him. At one moment I thought he would knock your head off your shoulders.”
Wide-eyed, Goten turned to look at him. “No way… I didn’t…”
A malevolent grin spread on Kyon’s face. “Oh yeah, chatting like to your old buddy and stuff. He’s gonna hate you forever, mark my word.”
“Shit.” Goten scratched the re-growing hair on his itching scalp. He sighed. “Oh well, at least it all ended without us getting kicked out from the base. And at least I won’t need to peel potatoes anymore – I was sick to death of them.”
Kyon snorted at him. “Since when have you become such an optimist?”
The question made Goten’s stride falter. Yeah, Goten thought, since when?
ooOoOoOoo
The first thing the sergeant did after roll call, was check Goten’s new uniform. He was somewhat discontent as he suspected that it was not exactly new but it had no holes and both sleeves were perfectly attached thus he let it slide. A half-hour into squats and push ups Goten noticed the provost marshal walk over the training field and approach the sergeant. He was carrying a small piece of paper. Obviously it was the list with the names of the previous night’s misfits.
The sergeant’s amused gaze found Goten first. Then he started to look for the rest of the culprits but it seemed he barely knew what their faces looked like. When the provost marshal left, he lined the savars up and read the names, telling them that every morning at six, at midday and every evening at five o’clock they were expected in the kitchen. He also promised that this would not prevent him from properly drilling the hell out of them. In fact, he assured them that he was going to create an individual training course especially for them.
Despite all the threats, Goten was currently feeling very relieved. He would have agreed to do anything just to escape any further physical activity – his hangover was trying to kill him. His head throbbed with every little movement he made, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets with every squat and he felt sickish with every push up. When it was finally time to go, he left the squad with his legs trying to fold down underneath him. The sun was already high in the sky, trying to scorch holes through his head and eyes.
He felt somewhat better when Kyon slammed the kitchen door behind them blocking the sun out. Ignoring everyone, he looked around for a mug then went to fill it with water. He drank four of them in a row then, brushing his forehead with his hand, leaned against the table next to the tap to catch his breath. He became aware of everyone’s eyes on him.
“What?”
Irritated, Kyon motioned for him to join the circle of twelve savars. Goten trudged over to everyone else. He gave Kyon a questioning look as his roommate was standing in front of everyone.
“Anyone knows anything about preparing food?” Kyon asked. He glanced at the chefs who were already washing and slicing large amount of foods. The chefs hadn’t questioned their presence here thus they probably had been informed about the new events and were just waiting for them to decide what they wanted to do.
One of the second-class females raised her hand. “I used to help out at my paramilitary school. I’m pretty good.”
Kyon nodded. “Will do. Anyone else?”
Toharu cleared his throat. “Ario is good at eating any kind of food. Does it help any? Ouch!” he yelped as Ario smacked him over his head.
“Considering you’re the one who got us into this mess, you sure are loudmouthed,” Ario growled at his lover.
Kyon glared at the short Saiyan. Toharu was the only one who hardly seemed affected by yesterday’s party. Even his face was of healthy color. Kyon wondered whether those three bottles of alcohol had just evaporated from Toharu’s system.
“Alright,” Kyon sighed. “So we’ll lead,” he pointed at himself and the female who said she knew a thing or two about preparing meals, “and you just do as told.”
“Bah!” Ranvera frowned, discontent. “Who died and left you in charge?”
“Talking about deaths,” Goten hissed at him. “You’ll be the one to die first if you don’t keep your mouth shut!”
Ranvera groaned. “Oh, c’mon, Goten, don’t be an idiot! You can’t believe I filmed without him knowing!”
Goten looked around for something to throw at him. He spotted a tomato in a pile of vegetables and his hand shot out to grab it.
“Put it down, Goten!” Kyon snapped at him. “While we’re in the kitchen I’m in charge, so put it down!”
Goten weighed the tomato in his hand then, reluctantly, set it back down on the table. Kyon nodded at him gratefully. It seemed that with Goten accepting his leadership, everyone else was just going to follow Goten’s lead. There was just something about the youngest Saiyan that people could not ignore.
During next few minutes Kyon learnt everything about today’s menu, which ingredients were available and how they were going to be used. Then he got down to issuing commands: Toharu and Ario changed old cooking oil in all deep fat fryers; Ranvera, the ringleader and a few other females cleaned them; Goten and a couple of other females found the spices needed from Kyon’s list; Kyon’s female helper checked the provisions and wrote down what else, in her opinion, they need to order or restock; and everyone else washed, chopped, sliced and diced then cleaned.
They were finished earlier than they had expected and when all what was left was to fry, cook or boil the prepared food, Goten gave Kyon a rapturous look. The man could easily manage a canteen on his own. Maybe he would even open a restaurant in the future. Keeping in mind that an average Saiyan’s preoccupation with food consisted only of spotting and putting it into his mouth, Goten found it rather exhilarating.
Kyon looked at his wristband. “We can take a short break.”
Goten filled his mug from one of the present taps. Sipping his water, he leaned against the wall which was at the opposite end to the preheated ovens and deep fat fryers. But despite the distance between the hot stoves and the wall it couldn’t offer much coolness either.
“I presumed it would be worse,” Toharu said, taking up the spot next to Goten and also leaning against the wall.
“It’s because Kyon is so good,” Goten pointed out.
“I was talking about you but never mind,” Toharu laughed. “But yeah, your roommate is good.”
“So now we should cherish and protect him because it will be a pain in the ass if he ever doesn’t show up,” Ario said, leaning at Goten’s other side.
Goten watched Kyon talking with the chefs. Despite being unexpectedly imposed on them, he seemed to get along with the staff. Then Kyon went to check food again. Goten finished drinking his water, set the mug down and closed his eyes to use the short break.
Meanwhile at the other end of the kitchen Ranvera sidled up to Kyon. He tapped the other male on his shoulder to get his attention.
“You know, Kyon, I’m sorry,” Ranvera apologized when Kyon turned around and looked at him with questioning eyes. “You’re really good at this.”
Playing with the pen he had been taking notes with, Kyon shrugged. “Thanks.”
“No hard feelings, right?”
“It’s alright. I do understand that you’re somewhat pissed after yesterday.” Kyon motioned with the notepad at himself and Ranvera. “I can’t believe we kissed,” he said in a hushed voice.
“I don’t think we only kissed. There were some suspicious stains on my uniform.”
Kyon waved the notepad under Ranvera’s nose. “And now you’re just fucking around with me. I was not that drunk.”
“So you say, so you say,” Ranvera chuckled. Then he sighed. “Goten’s pissed.”
Kyon shrugged. “Well, of course he is. He’s the serious sort.”
“Seems to me he plays around too much to be the serious sort.” Ranvera watched Kyon twirling his pen between his fingers. Goten’s roommate seemed to be amused by all this. “How come you’re not jumping up and down in glee?”
Kyon laughed softly. “Well, let’s just say I know that it was your roommate and I know that he’s a total slut and I am sure he agreed to the filming. He probably even paid you to film him.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, we have a mutual friend.”
Ranvera gave him an intent stare then groaned. “Don’t tell me he fucked even you?”
Kyon shrugged again. “Goten spends a lot of time with Toharu and Ario. I have a lot of available space in the room. And why “even”? I also need my fun.”
Ranvera’s eyebrows rose a fraction. “Listen, we both have our sights set on Goten but how about we have our fun together? Until one of us gets him?”
Kyon took a few moments before answering. Then, laughing, he smacked at Ranvera’s chest with his notebook. “Alright,” he agreed. “But something’s telling me that with this arrangement neither of us will get him.”
Ranvera took him by his chin. “Well, we’ll always have each other,” he purred, batting his eyelashes.
“Oh, spare me!” Kyon snorted, pretending to shove two fingers down his throat and retch. Then he whammed the notebook in Ranvera’s face. “C’mon, idiot, it’s about time to start getting everything cooked.”
ooOoOoOoo
Closing the door behind him, Goten stepped into the room. His nose scrunched at the stench lingering in the air. His stomach still felt weak and he gagged as his nostrils identified the smell of sour alcohol. He went to the window, brushed the curtains aside and opened it. It was nearly seven o’clock in the evening and the sun was already setting. For a minute, Goten just stayed like this, leaning on the windowsill, looking through the window at the base. Soon he felt better. He wanted to leave the window open but wasn’t sure it was a good idea because he could feel dust floating in the air. The building compounds hindered him from seeing past to the boundaries of the base but he guessed that a sandstorm was starting to brew outside.
The base had seven guard towers equipped with the newest technology but the power barrier created by them was intended to withhold shells, ki blasts and lasers. During particularly strong winds the microscopic sand particles found their way through it. Because of this, the ground in the base was regularly sprayed with water to lessen the concentration of them in the air.
The soil textures outside and inside the base were different. Outside there was only sand. At the time they had only been starting to build the base, a large number of trucks came in and brought loam. It was emptied above the sandy silt. The loam covered it in about thirty centimeters in diameter. Currently most of it was again covered in sand, but the roots of shabby grass and various scrubs had a firm purchase underneath it.
Goten closed the window and pulled the curtains over the windows to darken the room then unlaced and kicked his boots off and flopped with his back on the bed. He put his hands under his head and yawned. He badly wanted to sleep and, as the sergeant still had not finished working on his special plan on how to drill them to death and as today Goten didn’t need to peel potatoes anymore, he was prepared to sleep to his heart’s content. Kyon had gone somewhere with Ranvera and was still not back yet so it was therefore perfectly quiet in the room.
Despite being demanding, it had been a pretty good day today. They had handled the task of preparing food very well. He could see that from the surprised savars’ faces when they started gathering for breakfast. During lunch they had been ecstatic, many of them asked whether they could have an additional ratio. And most of savars appeared in the canteen earlier than the dinner was supposed to start so that they would be able to have seconds. The pots had been emptied in a blink.
Undoubtedly the cost price of meals was going to rise and the School budget was going to suffer. Goten wondered what the shaii was going to think of that. Probably he wasn’t going to think about that at all because that had been his intention in the first place – to improve the quality. Nobody cared what savars ate because officers were served at Matilda’s. Elites were stuffed with money as well and could also afford daily meals at the club.
Half asleep, Goten thought about Daram and Roland and what they had had today for dinner. His sleepy mind was suddenly engulfed in imaginary swamps that glowed green in the misty sunset. He could hear the irritating ping when swarms of mosquitoes and midges whirred and whirred around looking for a good place to touch down and feast. The heavy breathing of walking men was a part of the air. The squashy ground wobbled and lulled under men’s feet. The mist rose soon after, covering everything, the swamp and men trudging through it.
When Kyon returned two hours later, Goten was deeply asleep, still fully clothed on top of the blankets of his still-made bed. Kyon thought about covering him but it was warm in the room, so he left Goten as he was. Goten’s boots were scattered on the floor and, hating the disarray, Kyon gathered them to place the pair next to the younger male’s bed. Goten reacted to no sound while Kyon walked around in the room, preparing to sleep. Neither did he hear the roar of the sandstorm above the protective shield.
And when Goten was woken up by the sirens in the morning, he thought that he hadn’t slept so well in ages. He got up, put on his boots, smoothed out his uniform and ran to the kitchen to wash his face. When he returned, Kyon was also dressed, sitting on the bed and staring in front of him with a sleepy face. Together they left for the morning drill.
The air was cool and crisp as the sun had not had enough time to heat up the desert. The shields were down and except a clump of sand here and there it was calm as if there had never been a storm. The squads of first-years were fattening as savars spilt out through the barrack doors and joined them. And maybe Goten was smiling a little bit too much because the drill sergeant said he looked as if someone had fucked him good tonight.
An hour later he and the rest of the misfits went to the kitchen. Kyon took charge and it all went smoothly just as it had yesterday. As they had already gotten used to the idea of spending every day from two years of service here, they also had started thinking where to get traps for mice and poison for cockroaches which were creeping all over the place. Yesterday they had been banging away at the critters with anything possible but that hadn’t given much result.
Lunch passed similarly but then came dinner. At some point during dinner, though, Goten became aware that savars were frequently opening the kitchen door to check who was inside. The news would probably spread throughout the entire base. Goten wondered whether that was a good or bad thing.
Goten was at the back of the kitchen eating his share, but he knew right away that something wasn’t right when the horsing about and trampling of savars abruptly hushed. The sudden silence in the middle of the dining was so unexpected that he and Toharu walked over to the door to look through the glass window at what was going on in the canteen. It was the shaii. The purple head turned towards the kitchen door and Goten felt the urge to crouch so as not to be seen behind the glass. Instead, he stood still, waiting for the blue gaze to slide past. Goten had hoped that the shaii had forgotten them but, of course, he hadn’t.
The savars moved out of the way when the prince passed. He had finished his duty and had changed into his usual black denim jacket and dark blue jeans. His hair was neatly tied up into a ponytail behind his back and, from his easy good-natured strides, Goten deemed him to be in a good mood. The shaii turned straight towards the queue at the food. The savars who stood there spread out to let him through. The prince faltered and suddenly Goten got the feeling that the purple-hair wanted to grab the closest man to him by the scruff of his neck and drag him back to where he had been standing. The shaii probably wanted to say that he wasn’t on duty, but it was too late now, everyone was staring at him as if seeing him for the first time. This made Goten wonder what the prince did in his free time. It did not seem that he had an awful lot of friends in the base. But this was probably not the case and the purple-hair spent his evenings playing some card games and drinking whiskey with other officers. Probably. Or maybe they acted similarly to savars and avoided him as if he were a plague.
Goten watched the prince take a tray and stand up behind the counter. He was served in a blink, slotted spoons and ladles moving in the speed of light, the mug of steaming tea hitting the counter at the same time as the ready for taking plate. Officers did not eat in the canteen. They probably hardly knew where it was at all.
The shaii chose one of the many long tables in the canteen and set his tray with fried fish and tea down. Three savars who were at the table tried not to stare at him. They met each others’ eyes uneasily and, trying to mind their table manners, continued eating but the conversations never got to the same level of excitement as they had been before.
Goten held his breath when the first morsel passed the shaii’s lips and he started chewing carefully. He swallowed then tried the carrot and mayonnaise salad. Then the prince’s face brightened and he scooped up more of his fried fish. Goten clapped Toharu on his shoulder. Everything was alright.
All the time with Goten watching him eating and admiring his mastery of flatware, the shaii soon finished dining. He leisurely drank his tea then stood up and carried his tray to the other side of the counter where it was taken from him. Then he circled the counter and, as nobody dared say a word to him, went into the kitchen.
Goten jumped away from the door just before the shaii could open it in his face. Goten stepped back into the gathering circle of his friends. In silence, they stared at the prince with expectant eyes.
“Cheers to the chef. It was delicious.”
Relieved sighs were concealed but the group started patting Kyon on his back and shoulders. The shaii suppressed his smile. He turned to Goten.
“I was informed that yesterday you did not attend kitchen duty.”
“Sir? But I did attend,” Goten protested, motioning at the steaming pots.
The shaii cleared his throat. “It seems to me you misunderstood something. This,” he motioned at the pots the same as Goten had done previously, “does not release you from the earlier punishment – peeling potatoes.”
Goten scratched his stubby head. “I see. I have nine days of that left, don’t I?”
The shaii smiled at him. “No.” His grin brightened. “As, unlike the others,” he motioned at the females who yesterday had come and peeled potatoes, “you skipped on your duty, you’ll be entitled to yet another ten days of it.”
Goten inhaled sharply but nodded politely. “Right you are, sir.”
The shaii turned to go. “Oh, right,” he said, remembering. “It seems your sergeant is discontent with the current arrangement. I assured him he had complete freedom to make sure you are well-prepared for the upcoming stamina and differentiation tests.” He offered the savars another bright grin of his. “Isn’t he nice? Not many are so concerned for the wellbeing of their students.”
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