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Insanity	By : leen Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nancy103 – I’m glad it’s made you ponder and question what’s going on. That is one of my aims with this story, though hopefully not confusing the reader to the point where they just give up on reading, but rather leaving them wondering and wanting to find out more. As everything is told from Trunks’ point of view, the chances are his interpretations of what’s happening might be entirely wrong. And their teenage years aren't actually the main part of the story, it's only to lay down a foundation so to speak ;)
Rave – I agree and don’t believe Vegeta is a constant uptight malicious ‘person’, but I think he acts and reacts in the only way he knows how to, and does what he believes to be for the best, the Buu saga is a good example.
My displaying of him isn’t actually meant to be that of a nasty individual – but it is from Trunks’ p.o.v and all (well most) ‘kids’ think their parents are a pain, even when they try to do what’s best for them. As for talking it out between them – they probably would in reality haha. Glad you liked it - thank you :)
Thanks for the reviews, made me really happy to see people have taken the time to comment :)
Unfortunately, I must say, this story is nothing but hair pulling frustration from beginning to end *sorry* :3

Blargh. I've been stuck typing up this desperate 'filler' (well half-ish of it is a filler while the other half is from what I'd already typed). This chapter is not perfect in any kind of way no matter what angle you try and look at it from lol, but I think it was needed instead of jumping through time. And I'll only frustrate myself if I keep at it any longer, so here it is.
The way the characters and situations are developing aren't necessarily how I see them, or want them to be. It just made sense to me while I wrote it, I guess, to suit the conflicts and twists. If it doesn't add up to the reader just bear in mind I'm senselessly crazy, surely that's a good enough excuse!
Truth to be told, this isn't the story or plot I had thought of initially when I first got the idea to write a dbz fan fiction, this is merely me experimenting and learning.

Celebrations were cut out - either due to laziness or incompetence haven't decided which one.

Some weeks later, on a cold and grey autumn evening with the wind howling fiercely outside, I'm sat in the living room mindlessly going through the channels on tv, and I wonder once again if I've done the right thing.
Have I been too harsh? Should I accept that I did sort of lead you on – only because of the circumstances that night obviously – and forgive you?
But just as those thoughts come to me, I'm reminded of what happened on the field, and the situation in the shower. How fucking embarrassing it was, and I think of the immediate death sentence I'd be granted if Vegeta ever found out what really went on that night. It's bad enough that your dad saw us. And to think I let you do what you did..
Just like before, when we were apart, a piece of me feels like it's missing. I curse the fusion in our younger years and how it must have fucked our heads up. Wishing I'd never grown this close to you, 'cause no matter how hard I'm trying I can't seem to just.. let go.
"Hey," a smile suddenly appears in front of the tv.
"Gods' sake Goku, do you have to do that!" I cry after I nearly choke on my heart, scared half to death by his instantaneous transmission.
"Sorry," He says with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, rubbing the back of his head but gazing at me with those dark thoughtful eyes rather than breaking into the stupid grin one would always expect to see him with.
"Dad's not here," I say simply, avoiding his eyes, terrified that it's actually me he's come to see.
"I know, just thought I'd check in on you before I went to see him," his calm voice answers as I stare at the flicking images on the television.
"All's good here," I respond shortly, wishing he'd get the fucking hint.
"Haven't seen you in a while."
I chew the inside of my lip, considering silently what to say to explain my absence without further questioning.
"Trunks, Goten he's been-"
"Kakarot," my father's stern voice interrupts the taller saiyan.
We both turn our attention to where he's standing in the archway of the living room.
"Oh, hey Vegeta, just thought I'd pop in to see if you was up for a spar?"
My father turns his attention to me, clearly unhappy about something considering the dark look and frown he's wearing.
"Last time I checked, my son was not me. Gravity room, now," he snaps and turns around to walk out.
A lingering look from Goku with brows drawn together above his black eyes tells me there was something he really wanted to say, before my father turned up.
"Come see us soon Trunks," he says softly before he turns to follow my father.
I can finally breathe out when I'm certain they're both out of hearing distance. I know it's not fair, me being an arse with your dad, but I don't want to be reminded, about that, or you or the fact that I'm losing my gods' damned mind.
Though, I can feel curiosity slowly rising. How come Vegeta appeared so suddenly, and what made him snap like he did? Almost as if stopping Goku from saying anything..
Supressing my energy, I quietly sneak through the house and out to the vast indoor garden where the metal sphere is currently set up.
The red lights are blaring, lighting up the small windows, the humming sound from the increased gravity vibrating the air.
With my heart beating frantically inside my chest, scared of getting caught, I lean against the outer wall of the GR, the side of my face pressed to it, hoping I can catch what's being said.
But to my disappointment, there's only an inaudible sound of their muffled voices coming through the barricade between us. Feeling brave, in reality being fucking stupid, I stretch up on my tip toes to the small circular window. I can see them – just about. But, they're not sparring.
Father is stood by the control panel, arms crossed over his chest looking positively pissed off with a dark glare, while Goku is standing in front of him with his back towards the window, animated movements of his arms are emphasising something, I'm guessing, important.
Vegeta raises his one hand, pointing at Goku, shouting something while looking like he's about to lose his composed self.
Considering all the fucked up things I've seen throughout my life, the deaths and revivals, the aliens and other bizarre creatures, Gods and what not – it truly says something when suddenly the scariest thing I could ever imagine happens before my eyes.
Goku takes a step toward my father, who in turn straightens his back and holds his head high with that royal attitude only he possesses. The taller Saiyan leans in – snakes his right arm around the small of Vegeta's back – and catches the other's lips with his.
He's fucking kissing him!
I crouch down in a panic, hands covering my mouth as not to let out a startled cry, terrified they'll realise they're being watched.
And only seconds after, the thump of what I believe to be the body of an earth raised Saiyan colliding with a wall, sounds from of the GR.
The sealed doors slide open with a hissing noise, and from where I'm hiding around the curve of the orbed chamber I can see my father's white boots padding angrily across the grass.
"Vegeta wait!" Goku's voice calls, and his boots appear not long after.
My father stops in his tracks and turns around, now visible from where I'm desperately trying to stay unnoticed.
"You idiot, you have no right to make such advances," he spits angrily.
Listening intently, I try to calm my anxious breathing – still supressing my ki.
"Sorry, Vegeta you know I don't really understand all that stuff. Neither does Goten, you can't expect that of him."
"Then you better beat it into him before I do."
"Hey, don't be like that," the calmer voice murmurs and I can see Goku's arm reaching out, taking a hold of my father's shoulder.
But Vegeta pushes the hand off him, taking a defensive stance with clenched fists.
"Don't you dare, third class," he snarls.
Goku sighs, hands falling to his sides.
"It doesn't matter who the strongest is, Vegeta. Just let it go already."
"We are SAIYANS!" my father nearly explodes "Being the strongest is everything."
A sigh sounds again from Goku.
"I'm gonna head back home, I'll come by next week, see if you're in a better mood then," he says and raises two fingers to his forehead.
"Keep your brat away from my son," my father spits before the other's form blinks and fades out completely.
Angry steps then return to the GR, doors slamming shut.
Like father like son huh, and I could clearly see the disgust on dad's face in response to what just happened.
I can sort of understand now that dad's just been trying to, protect me, I guess. Even if he's a bit old fashioned about it with his Saiyan heritage, arguing about classes and all that. And he told your dad to keep you away from me, does that mean he knows? Oh gods I hope not, it's not exactly like I could ask him about it either – in case he doesn't actually know and also risking him finding out that I was, kinda', spying on them.
Back in the safety of my room, sprawled on my bed, I decide to abandon the thought I had earlier, of picking up the phone to sort this crap out between us. Come to think about it, I don't even want to – it's your fault things have turned out the way they have. Before that kiss, I had never thought of you as anything except for my best friend – we were close sure but not kami-damned lovers! You just hadto go and ruin it. And to top it off, your dad kissed mine! Pair of idiots the two of you. I should have listened to Vegeta from the start, listened to his warning, only I didn't fully comprehend things at that point.
Sighing, I realise I'm going to be rather lonely for the rest of the school year. Unlike you I don't do very well mixing with peers. I've never needed to, always had you by my side – following me blindly - and I never thought that would change.
An unfamiliar ache creeps up on me – making me feel as if I'm hollow - as I realise, this has broken us. We broke each other, and things will never be the same. It's too late to go back, things went too far for us to repair our friendship, awkwardness will forever be present between us because of this.
I let myself slip, let myself become lost in the surreal haze you brought me under.
Your comfort will not be there to wrap me up when the pressures of life overwhelm me, you in turn will never have me protecting you from your gullible self again.
From now on, our lives go separate ways.
I rub my stinging eyes with the back of my hand, biting the inside of my lip. I know it's only because I'm emotionally exhausted from everything that's been going on, convincing myself anyone would feel the same in this situation, and swallow hard to will away the tightening feeling in my throat.

The last shrill of the bell for this year sounds throughout the school.
My bag swung over my shoulder, I make my way towards the large wooden doors, people cheering and celebrating, pushing past me – all of them eager to get out.
Dark clouds in the skies above, heavy raindrops pattering against my CC jacket, chilling the skin of my cheeks and pulling down irritating wet strands of hair over my eyes, as I descend down the concrete steps and walk towards the black iron gates.
Kids are saying their good byes for the holidays, parting and some of them even exchanging gifts. A jealous twinge stabs me as I'm reminded of my forced isolation.
Two dark figures huddling close under an umbrella, outside the gates, their bodies shielding each other from the threatening downpour, and I wonder to myself briefly what it would feel like to have someone so close.
The showers grow heavier, drops of ice falling menacingly, smacking off the paved ground, and I continue to make my way out of the gates, deciding to head somewhere less conspicuous where I can take off unnoticed.
Freezing water trickling down my skin, my hair now slick against my face, I run my fingers through the wet strands, as I take a left once outside the premises.
In the corner of my eye, a smile flashes under the black canopy that's being held up to cover the pair. The smile isn't for me, I just happen to catch a glimpse of it.
Stop. Staring into the greyness blurred by curtains of rain in front of me, watching people escape into hover cars, others run down the street using anything they can to protect themselves.
I look over my shoulder again.
"Goten?"
The umbrella is tilted back, your black eyes meeting mine.
The person next to you lets go of your waist, clearing their throat, and makes a move as if to scurry away.
"Stay," you say and grab said arm, still not taking your eyes off mine.
You're protecting him. Glaring at me viciously, daring me fearlessly to do something stupid, gathering your ki internally only for me to notice. I haven't forgotten. Last time we sparred, even if it wasn't serious, I only just about overpowered you.
And the self-assured look in your dark pools of ink tells me, I'd be an idiot to even try. You have surpassed me, there's no doubt about it now.
'Being the strongest is everything' that's what Vegeta said to your dad, looks like I'm a failure in every way possible, huh. I can't even take on a low-class' brat.
Like with any Saiyan, the challenge you present is tugging at me, all my senses screaming, adrenaline begging me to cry out the blaringly golden transformation, to answer your call with my fists.
And you know it.
Calming my nerves, I let a smirk tug at the corner of my mouth, mocking your belief that I would actually care.
"Merry Christmas faggots," I scoff, and turn to continue down the sidewalk, soaked to the skin and frozen numb.
The streets are clear and abandoned now, bar from the gathering floods of water in the road.
Turning the nearest corner, making sure I'm alone but not really caring anymore at the same time, I gather my energy and feel it shoot through me like electric pulses, before I take off into the gloomy skies.

Walking home, snow crunching under my feet, I'm enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face and draw in the crisp but gentle breeze.
The city is white, cars and buildings alike concealed in one big pristine blanket. The roads have been cleared, and paths of the busy city life have been made in the powdery covers on the sidewalks, but other than that – everything is marvellously white and glistening.
The snow came later than usual, it was miserably grey and wet throughout the holidays, and now in mid-January, it decided to cloak us in this white euphoria. I don't mind, I love the biting cold against my skin and the fresh air in my lungs.
Having been so wrapped up in my studies, I've pleased mother with my results. It has been decided I will continue my education under a mentor at Capsule Corp the coming autumn, as I turn 17, while I also take on some of the responsibilities of the president. I'm quite content with this, not having to attend another school full of inane lesser beings is rather appealing indeed.
As I approach the large entrance to our snow clad, domed home, my sensitive hearing picks up an odd sound.
I stop, trying to make out what it is. A woman. Something's happened. In a sudden frenzy of panic, I run up to the doors, throw them open and rush in.
I skid to a halt on the shiny parquetted flooring when I hear the wailing is coming from the living room, to listen again, but realise; it's not mother.
I breathe out, thank the gods. But I freeze on the spot as I recognise those wails.
Chi Chi.
"Wait a second, I'll be right back," I can hear Bulma's hushed whisper and clicking sounds of high heels follow.
She meets me in the hall, and smiles tiredly.
"What's going on?" I ask in a lowered voice.
She comes closer, her brows drawn together with somewhat troubled looking eyes. Did someone die or what?
"Trunks."
"My booooooooy, what h-h-happened to my sweet innocent boy," the eardrum bursting voice wails again.
I look at my mother questioningly, did something happen to Gohan?
"She's just found out.. Listen this is going to be a bit of a shock to you Trunks, I know you two have been best friends your whole life, but we need to see it from Chi Chi's point of view as well."
"See what, what's going on?" I ask impatiently, now feeling.. worried.
"Trunks, Goten he's-" She trails, hesitating with a pained look on her face.
"He's what?!" Gods damn it spit it out already.
"He's gay, Trunks."
Relief washes over me, fucking hell they're acting as if you killed someone.
"And?" I ask not understanding why that bitch is screeching in our living room.
"Well, it's, it's not right Trunks. It's different to you youths, it's accepted more easily, but I can understand Chi Chi, she'll never have a grandchild from Goten and, well if it was you, can you imagine the scandal it would bring on us? So just imagine how she feels, besides.. No mother should have to walk in on, her son, doing whatever it is they do," she says slowly shaking her head.
"Walk in?" I ask staring at nothing down the large hall.
"Ye, him and his boyfriend, they must have thought they were alone, gods, Chi Chi is so upset."
Boyfriend?
"What's Goku said?"
"Nothing at all, he's in there comforting her, Gohan and Videl are here too, but Goku hasn't said a word. Poor thing he must be in shock as well."

Doubt it.
"Where's Goten now?"
"Oh, he's in the kitchen, maybe you could go to him, tell him, I don't know. I know you're his friend, and you'll probably want to be there for him, we all understand that."
You're in the kitchen while your mother is screaming about how she's lost you in another room?
"Ok," I sigh, and watch mother return to the living room.
Running my fingers through my hair, I look down the hallway to where the entrance to the kitchen is. I don't know what to feel right now, I don't know what I expected when I decided I didn't want anything to do with you – out of anger of course, but shame more than anything.. But I didn't think I'd come home to find this mess.
None the less, a niggling feeling is telling me 'I need to know'.
You're sat at the breakfast bar, with your back to the entrance, face in your hands when I join you in the kitchen. I can hear your mother screaming that someone did this to you, that you need a psychiatrist and medicines.
How you all live with that thing, I'll never understand.
You remain with your face in your hands as I pull a chair out next to you.
"Hey," I try, not really knowing what to say after so many months of not speaking to each other, and our last encounter wasn't exactly the friendliest.
You ignore me.
I find myself wondering about this, walking in incident. What did mother mean by it, whatever it is they do? Maybe she meant while you was.. screwing someone. I wonder.. who, and how..
"Come to join them?" You interrupt my trail of thoughts.
"No I-"
"Perhaps you should go tell our mums, about the night when I made you cream your pants. I bet if you wasn't such a fucking uptight ass, you would have taken me up there too," You sneer, not even looking at me, just staring now at the window in front of us.
"What- No Goten, I'm not here to fight you, what the hell has gotten into you?"
More importantly, who has gotten into you..
You finally turn to me. These months have changed you somewhat, for the better of course. Your eyes black as ever, and you're filling out – proof of your increasing strength, your t shirt tight around your arms and you look a little taller even as you're sitting down.
"Who was it?" Why ask a question you already know the answer to.
You laugh bitterly as you glance over at me, but your gaze turns to the window your hands covering your face again.
Fucking hell Chibi.
I swallow hard to fight the tightening feeling in my throat away. This isn't how things were supposed to turn out at all.
Anger starts tearing through me, ripping at my insides – my fists and jaw clenching to the point of pain.
"WHY?!" I cry as the pressure inside me finally explodes. I slam the table with my fist, but holding back knowing mother will kill me, figuratively speaking, if I break it.
You still jump, surprised most likely at my outburst.
"Why do you care Trunks? I told you, it's none of your business," you argue and get off the barstool, looking as if you're about to leave.
"It is my fucking business," I growl through gritted teeth, getting off my own stool and stand in your way.
"You haven't wanted it to be your business for quite some time, so why now huh? Why do you care all of a sudden? You gonna tell me it's 'cause I'm like your brother again? When are you gonna stop lying to yourself Trunks, stop lying to me."
"This isn't about me, and him?! Why him? Why of ALL people, do you lower yours-"
"Cause he wants me Trunks, and he, is not fucking scared of admitting it. Think what the hell you want about Naoki, but he's been there since you left me in a fucking mess, not expecting anything in return still scared to fucking death you're gonna rip his guts out, he still stayed by me."
Your words cut me to the core. The realisation that someone's been by your side, showing you what you mean to them without as much as a doubt, it fucking hurts. 'Cause it wasn't me. I always held back, always hid, always told myself you needed me when really it was me, I needed you. And I never told you that, not once.
"Do you want me Trunks?"
I'm startled from my thoughts, not sure if I heard right, I stare at you.
"Do you want me?" You move closer.
"I-erm" my eyes suddenly on the floor.
"It's a simple question Trunks," you say quietly, almost whispering. You brush my purple strands out of my eyes and turn my face towards yours with your hand under my chin.
I can feel the warmth of your body, your nose nearly brushing against mine. Giving in, self-control slipping, I lean forward, into your neck and bring my chest against yours.
Relief washes over me. I don't embrace you, nor you me. But I do what I've been aching for; draw in a deep breath. You're like my own heroin, something I've never dared to admit I wanted. Your scent, every time we've been apart, it does this to me. The pain deep within me goes away, solace filling every fibre of my body. I want to give in, surrender to it. It's demanding me, telling me to give up.
Faint steps behind us, and I spin around. I don't have to guess who it is.
"Dad!" The panic on my face surely clear as day.
"They're leaving," he states. "Remember what I've said to you, Trunks," he continues, not threateningly so but sternly enough for me to be snapped out of the trance you've put me in.
He eyes you for a second, the dislike very obvious. It makes you visibly uncomfortable.
"You two got anything else to say to each other?" He asks, impatiently, arms across his chest.
You're stood behind me, dark eyes pleading when I look over my shoulder. That same expression you've carried since we were nothing but a couple of snot faced brats. Pleading for me to accept, to admit, to let go.
"I'll see you around, Goten," I say, composing myself, look at my father and nod slightly – proving I will keep my unspoken promise to him, before I leave the room.
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