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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
- 69
- 70
- 71
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), betaread by werewolfflutist
Part 70
Goten woke up to a chattering noise around him. He didn’t feel well, and his head hurt. Holding onto his bursting forehead, he looked around and sat up at once. He was in one of those temporarily erected, large tents that were now strewn all over the base. There were about twenty third-classes milling about. Most of them were busily coming and going, picking things up or putting them down. Others were at a makeshift table, studying a projection of a building in the middle of it. They would turn the projection this way and that, touching and discussing it.
His body felt unusually constricted; and, after taking a look at himself, Goten realized that he was wearing fancy armor with blackened spots. He brushed over one, and his fingers came off covered in soot. It smelled of something burnt. Trying to remember how he had ended up in this tent, he stared at his hand. He, Kyon, and Ranvera had been drinking yesterday, that much was certain. But where did they get the booze? Whose armor was he wearing? Why had someone been launching ki-blasts at him?
And then it all came rushing back to him. Since those few beers hadn’t been enough, they broke into the shaii’s office to look for more. Goten could vaguely remember that it had been his own idea. During his constant visits to the office, the cupboard, with its various liquor bottles, had been burned into his memory forever. The contents of the cupboard had been reduced to only five bottles, which proved that their new shaii had also been enjoying the collection. They had taken the bottles and some of the newest armor hanging on the wall closest to the cupboard. Goten couldn’t remember the reason for that. Neither could he remember who exactly had taken it. The fact was, however, that he was wearing it now.
Goten staggered to his feet and headed to the opening in the tent. He nearly fell over when Ranvera whooshed in through it.
“Oh, you’re up,” he gasped out. “Good, good.”
The second-class didn’t look swell either. His eyes were red and glistening with dark circles underneath them. He stank of stale alcohol as well.
“What the hell happened?”
“I don’t know. You went to return the armor and never came back.”
“Oh.”
Goten brushed over the soot on the armor again. “Have we been shooting ki-balls at each other?”
Ranvera gave him a look. Goten clearly didn’t remember the vindictive mood that had taken over him yesterday. They had talked a lot yesterday, the three of them. About what had happened after they had left the base, their fears and hopes. Then Goten’s mood turned sour: he accused Ranvera of being two-faced. He kept going on about how Ranvera had withdrawn at first when he thought Goten was a mere third-class and how suddenly he was all sunshine and rainbows now that it appeared that he was a Legendary. Ranvera hadn’t even tried to deny it or justify himself in any way, since it was the truth. He didn’t even feel bad about it, and he didn’t understand why he should. He remembered himself shrugging and offering another drink to peace. Goten, however, didn’t want peace, even though he had appreciated the drink. He had called him a snobby, second-class asshole and challenged him to a ki fight. Luckily, Kyon had intervened, and the ki-fight had been turned into an armor testing activity. All of them had taken turns wearing it.
“What do we do with the armor?”
Goten looked at himself and shrugged. Slightly hidden among the third-classes milling about, he discreetly took the armor off.
“What time is it?”
“The siren rang about twenty minutes ago.”
“Uh-oh.” It was too late to return the armor to the shaii’s office. “You think he won’t notice?”
Ranvera rolled his eyes. “Perhaps, if he’s blind.”
Goten ended up taking the armor to their barracks and hiding it in one of the empty rooms with missing windows.
They went to work without breakfasting, which was fine with Goten since the thought of food made him gag.
The new shaii took up the task of supervising the constructions. To the third-classes’ and everybody else’s relief, he lasted until lunch. Then, cursing the desert heat, he retreated and shut himself in his office. Goten had quite fond memories of that office and such a sudden usurpation of it seemed very unfair.
Goten kept waiting for him to run out of the building and announce the theft of the armor, but, even if the newly-appointed shaii had noticed its disappearance, he did nothing to indicate it. Perhaps he was blind, just as Ranvera had said.
The shaii, meanwhile, had enough time to discover that the five liquor bottles he had saved for later were empty. There seemed to be something off with the brands and colors, and he could have sworn that he had lifted a few of them and they had been full. Then again, he had been quite drunk at the time. His mood dropping even further, he sat down at his computer and tried to make heads or tails of the mess he had been sent to. Savars kept coming and going, the third-class builders were annoying, the sergeant was giving him a headache, and Ardema was ignoring him. The last one would have been fine, but it seemed that the lecturer in ki-attacks was the only one with even a little bit of sense around here. Cursing, the shaii closed the obsolete savar list, then found a newer one and attempted to count how many savars he had at his disposal.
ooOoOoOoo
“I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” Goten whispered while crouching behind the mostly destroyed canteen wall. It was about one in the morning, and they were aiming for the shaii’s office in order to return the armor. “Why don’t we just leave it lying around?”
“Do you want us to stand under the scorching sun for a week like that time someone stole guns from the armory?” Ranvera hissed from where he crouched behind Goten. “And who do you think everyone will point their fingers at, huh?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you! Or me.”
“Shut up and move,” Kyon grumbled from behind them. “I ain’t gonna sit here all night.”
Still muttering under his breath, Goten snuck forward until he reached a completely blown out part of the wall. He climbed over it into the canteen and crouched down, heading for the headquarters. He heard some scratching and soft breathing behind him indicating that Ranvera and Kyon were following him.
“What if he’s noticed that it went missing, and we are heading straight into a trap?” Goten insisted.
“How about you keep quiet, you shitheads?” Kyon hissed at them as they crossed the bombed-out training field.
“No one invited you!” Ranvera said.
“No one invited you either!”
“And I didn’t want to go at all!” Goten pointed out. “If this is no one’s idea, how about we turn back?”
“Shut up!”
Since the door was unlocked, they entered the headquarters without any problems. Leaving Goten to guard the entrance, Kyon and Ranvera snuck upstairs. Goten heard some metallic clinking sounds, then a soft creak, indicating that they had unlocked the shaii’s office. Shadows danced down the stairs, and Goten prayed that no one would see them power up through the already mostly shattered windows. Why did they even need so much light? About two minutes later, Ranvera and Kyon stumbled down the stairs, their hands full of cardboard boxes.
“What’s that?” Goten hissed.
“Chocolate. Pure chocolate!” Ranvera whispered, excited.
“What the fuck?”
“Well, why did the asshole take it all to his office?” Kyon, who was responsible for the base’s meals again, growled. “I saw the invoice, but none of the boxes showed up! This covetous asshole stole the chocolate! He doesn’t do shit all day. It’s us who need the calories!”
“Are you drunk?” Goten wondered, taken aback by his vehemence.
“I’m not!”
“Let’s go back!” Ranvera said, squeezing six boxes to his chest.
“Oh gods. Are you two completely nuts?”
“For a Legendary, you complain an awful lot.”
“I told you not to say that!”
“Well, you are a freaking Legendary! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Goten sputtered. “With me? I’m not the one stealing chocolate!”
“I don’t mean that, and you know it!”
“Oh, screw you! Pass me some of those boxes before you drop them!”
They ran back over the bombed-out training field, toward the destroyed canteen’s wall. They were almost at the third-class’ tents, when a flashlight was directed at them.
“Who’s there?”
The patrol’s voice was loud, and Goten thought he recognized it.
“Run.”
The three weren’t certain which of them had uttered the word, but all of them shot towards the third barracks. They ran past the tents, turned the corner. Goten stopped, and, hiding behind the corner, powered up to release a blast in order to deter the patrol. The explosion shook the ground slightly, waking everyone up. He powered down again so as not to illuminate his face, then ran to catch up with Kyon and Ranvera.
The friends ran into the barracks and turned towards their room.
“We’re under attack! Ice-jins! Ice-jins!” Goten bellowed at the top of his lungs while running down the corridors.
Some savars had already heard the blast and were appearing in the dark corridor half-naked but powered-up. Soon everyone in the barracks started running outside looking for the enemy. Goten and his friends dropped the boxes in their room and ran outside as well, pretending to be looking for danger. Outside, the chaos was in full swing, the third-classes running about, checking their supplies, not understanding what was happening. The chaos only intensified when the second-classes spilled from the barracks and joined them. Questions were shouted, no answers received. Disgruntled, the second-classes started pushing the third-classes about.
The patrolling savar was having a hard time trying to control the situation and was shouting at the top of his lungs that there was no danger except for three savars detected sneaking about. No one heard him, and the patrol soon went to get the shaii, and a megaphone.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten looked fondly at the missing window. The dried-up flies on the windowsill were long gone, flies now coming and going through the windowless frame and mangled blinds in swarms. Currently, three of them danced merrily in circles above the shaii’s desk, while five others buzzed randomly back and forth in the dusty office.
“You are here,” the shaii started, “because I was informed that out of all of our savars, you are the most likely suspect to have executed the raid on my office.”
Goten’s innocent eyes widened to an impossible size. Inside his head, he cursed Ardema. He would bet that it was the elite who had told the newly-appointed shaii to go and try his luck with him. He slapped fruitlessly at a fly that landed on his sleeve, and it instead buzzed towards the shaii.

“Sir, I can assure you that I know nothing about the raid. And really? Your office, Sir? What did they take?” He looked around, then his eyes landed on the documents on the desk near the shaii’s hands. “Well, I did hear that with so many additional people, there’s a lack of toilet paper, but…”
The shaii’s dark eyes turned to smoldering dots. “I will not tolerate any smartass comments, you filthy second-class!”
‘Oh, one of those,’ Goten thought. “I beg your forgiveness, sir,” he said, bowing his head to the elite.
Appeased, the shaii’s face relaxed a little. “Where were you yesterday at one in the morning?”
“In bed, sleeping, sir. I live with two other roommates, Kyon and Ranvera, sir.”
“Yes, I know that! Can they confirm you spent the entire time in your room?”
“I think so, sir.”
“Can you confirm they spent the whole night in your room?”
This was ridiculous, but Goten nodded vigorously. “I can, sir. I heard no one moving around, sir.”
The shaii rose from behind his dust-covered desk. “Let’s find these accursed roommates of yours.”
They found Kyon and Ranvera helping to tear down the rest of the canteen. They were under Ardema’s command, and the elite didn’t seem to be pleased with the disturbance.
“Hiding the evidence, huh?” the shaii grunted, stopping near Kyon. He motioned for Ranvera to come closer as well.
“What evidence, sir?” Kyon asked, lowering the large slab of block he had been carrying. He straightened and wiped the dust and sweat off his forehead.
“The evidence of having raided my office.”
Kyon’s face shone with interest. “What was stolen, sir?”
The shaii glared at him. “I’m the one questioning here.”
“Chocolate,” Ardema said, grinning. “Twelve boxes of chocolate are missing.”
“Would you mind?” the shaii spat at the other elite. “I’m conducting an investigation here!”
“In my opinion,” Ardema said, loudly and slowly to make his opinion weightier, “we can’t spare time chasing idiots stealing chocolate when there’s so much to do around the base.”
“You can keep your opinion to yourself,” the shaii told him. “The perpetrators have to answer for their actions.”
“Indeed, sir,” Goten seconded. “No bad deed shall go unpunished.”
“You’re getting on my nerves,” the shaii told Goten.
“I can bet it’s because I’m a second-class, sir.”
The shaii stared at Goten, considering whether it was better to conk him upside the head or kick him in the balls. “No, it’s because you’re annoying,” he spat finally.
Goten decided that it was best not to look like he didn’t care, instead trying to appear quite insulted.
“So where were you at one in the morning?” the shaii questioned Kyon and Ranvera.
“In our room, sleeping, sir.”
“Did you hear anything suspicious?”
“No, sir. Not until everyone started running around and screaming about Ice-jins attacking us.”
“Sir,” Goten spoke, “may I suggest carrying out a search?”
The shaii frowned at him. “We’ve already done that.”
Goten did his best to look surprised. “Have you, sir? So efficient!”
In the end, the shaii took the three of them to the second-class savar who had been on patrol that night. The patrol wasn’t able to tell whether these were the same three savars who had been seen retreating from the headquarters. Cursing under his breath, the shaii let them go back to their work.
ooOoOoOoo
“Don’t touch it!”
Every savar’s head turned towards the yell. Goten raised his head from the hole he was digging just in time to see Kyon plummet into Kayera, another second-class savar. The two second-classes fell down and rolled across the ground, grappling. It was the first time Goten had seen his roommate so enraged.
“You fucking bastard!” Kyon shouted, trying to disentangle himself from the other second-class in order to punch him. “What has it ever done to you?!”
The nearest savar to the two scuffling men tried to pull them apart. He failed when Kayera grabbed his leg and jerked him to the ground, where he flopped on his backside with a dull thud. Meanwhile, Kyon saw an opening and punched his opponent.
Goten leaned on the handle of his shovel and watched them fight it out, wondering what it was about. He stirred when he saw two other savars run towards the grappling men. They were Kayera’s friends. The two of them peeled Kyon off Kayera but were uncertain how to proceed once they recognized Kyon as their beloved cook. While they hesitated, Kayera was trying to get more hits in.
“How about you stop it already?” Goten suggested, pulling him away from Kyon.
“Hey, let go of him!”
“Well, you’re holding my friend, so I’ll be holding yours.”
One of the second-classes chuckled. “Fair enough. What’s this about?”
“No idea,” Goten said, shooting Kyon a questioning look. His roommate was gushing a fountain of blood from his nose and panting harshly, but he seemed to be calming down.
“A fluffy!” Kyon said, spitting saliva and blood out of his mouth.
Goten looked around.
“Let go!” Kyon said, struggling to free his right arm. “There,” he said, pointing once he was let go. He was pointing at a pile of rubble closest to the kitchens.
“What’s going on here?!”
‘Ah, shit!’ Goten cursed in his head before turning around and saluting the shaii. Using the opportunity, Kayera launched himself at Kyon, but Goten expertly tripped him, and he face-planted right in front of the shaii.
“You, you, and you! Actually, all of you, in my office this instant! And if I see you trying to hit someone again, I’ll rip your balls off!”
The shaii turned around, and, fully expecting everyone to follow him, marched off in the direction of the headquarters. Everyone did follow him without so much as muttering.
“State your names!” the shaii ordered once all five men had filed into his office. Ungracefully, he flopped into his dusty chair. If anyone had told him beforehand that he would have to deal with squabbling savars daily, he might have reconsidered the transfer. He couldn’t wait for the appointed shyu to arrive at the base. He can have fun with these crazed kids to his heart’s content.
“Goten Bardock.”
“Kyon Hikaru”
“Kayera Morigan.”
“Salovar Orida.”
“Gemon Farela.”
“You left my office only three hours ago!” the shaii snarled at Goten. “It’s already the second time today!”
“Must be my lucky day, sir,” Goten muttered.
“Shut your fucking mouth, you smart-ass!” The shaii turned to the other men. “What happened?”
“He tried to kill a fluffy, sir!” Kyon snarled, motioning at Kayera with his head.
“What the hell is a ‘fluffy’?” the shaii demanded.
“It was a snake, sir! It tried to bite me!” Kayera said.
Kyon glared at him. “It’s not venomous, you idiot! It wouldn’t even dream of biting you unless you threaten it!” He turned to the shaii. “It’s one of my whipsnake pets, sir.”
“Pets aren’t allowed on the base!” the shaii reminded them. “You’ll be penalized for…”
“Sir,” Goten interrupted him, “technically, they aren’t pets. They are more like…kitchen inventory.”
“What the fuck are you saying?”
Goten seized the chance. “Well, sir, they are used to get rid of mice in the kitchens. We can’t import poison into the base, so we’ve settled for whipsnakes.”
Not certain whether Goten was pulling his leg or telling the truth, the shaii cast a glance over the other men. Kyon nodded his head vigorously, splattering more blood onto the floor, while the rest of men shrugged their shoulders. With an annoyed sigh, the shaii glanced at his computer, then turned it on. While he waited for it to boot up, he blew the dust off the keyboard and wiped the screen with his sleeve.
It took the shaii about ten minutes to find the order from the kitchens to import the whipsnakes in question. He closed the file, and his eyes settled on Kyon.
“You two will be penalized for fighting.” He turned to Kayera. “You’re not to touch kitchen inventory. Dismissed.”
The five savars saluted and filed out of the office.
“I didn’t think they’d survive,” Goten said softly when they were trudging down the stairs.
“Me neither,” Kyon agreed, wiping his nose with his sleeve. “Imagine my surprise. There was only one, but there’s got to be more of them.”
“Hmm… Maybe.”
“I wonder what the penalty will be…” Kyon said after a long pause. He touched his swelling nose.
“I think the shaii wonders too,” Goten said, chuckling lightly. “He can’t take us off work since we lack manpower, and he can’t think of anything else for us to do because we’re already doing everything that is demanded of us.”
“He’ll wait till the base is restored,” Salovar agreed.
ooOoOoOoo
It was still dark outside when Goten woke up. He checked the time to see that it was past two in the morning. Grunting and cursing his bursting bladder, he rolled out of his bed. Yawning, he became aware that both of his roommates’ beds were empty. Stumbling around sleepily, he headed towards the outdoor toilets.
“Hnn… Harder!”
“Ghh… Hah…”
The voices sounded familiar, and Goten snuck closer to the room they were coming from. He peeked through the partially open door, and his eyes set on Kyon’s bare back. Goten wasn’t surprised at all when it appeared that the second person in the room was Ranvera. Kyon had his chest pressed against the wall and was fucking the living hell out of him.
The sight made Goten feel nostalgic rather than of aroused. He was brought back to when he had peeped on Ario and Toharu having sex in their room. Wishing Kyon and Ranvera to have the time of their lives, Goten retreated quietly back into the corridor. Once he took care of his business, he returned to his room and climbed into his bed.
“Shh!”
Goten opened his eyes and yawned. While waiting for his secretive roommates to return from their rendezvous, he had nearly fallen asleep. The room was suddenly permeated by the smell of sex. He could hear Ranvera giggling.
“Shh! You’ll wake him up!”
“It’s alright, I’m awake,” Goten said, powering up to illuminate the room. “By the way, congratulations.”
Blinking against the light, the three of them stared at each other.
“Umm…” Kyon mumbled. Awkwardly, he scratched the back of his neck. He elbowed Ranvera. “Say something.”
The other second-class threw him an annoyed look. “What am I supposed to say?” He turned to Goten. “Mnn, yeah. So that’s how it is,” he muttered, walking over to his bed. He snuck under the blanket and turned his back to the other men, pretending to be dead to the world.
“I think this can wait till morning,” Kyon said with a sigh.
Chuckling, Goten powered down and wrapped himself tighter into his blanket, settling in more comfortably. There were still several hours left of good sleep. He drifted off into dreams filled with grass and water and worms cooking on spits. There were also trees, and Starcut was flying above them. Issoyassin, who was no longer transparent, was waving from one of Starcut’s windows. Goten waved back, then watched as the old man slowly morphed into Reyn. Reyn gave him the finger, and Goten stopped waving.
The door slammed open with a bang.
“Weapons inspection! On your feet!”
Goten sat up in his bed. Lamps blinked to life, and he screwed his eyes shut against the light.
“Get up, you worthless pieces of trash! Move it, move it, you sissies!”
Half asleep, Goten got entangled in the blanket, falling to the ground, but he immediately jumped up and was the first to stand at attention in front of the shaii. Kyon and Ranvera drew up next to him a second later. Half-naked, the three of them were blinking, their eyes blinded against the light. There was quite a number of officers in the room. One of them went straight for Kyon’s bed, lifted the mattress, then the whole bed. The other started ransacking the wardrobe, the few belongings there being tossed onto the floor. The suitcase was pulled from under Goten’s bed, the varicolored uniforms spilling out onto the floor.
Goten flinched at the roar in his right ear: “You good-for-nothing, where’s the salute to your superior?! Five hundred push-ups!”
Goten finally gathered his scrambled and sleepy wits, clicked his bare heels, and saluted. “Sir, yes, sir!” He fell to the floor on his palms and immediately started doing push-ups. A pair of boots walked away from under his nose, but not before he had received a painful kick to his side.
The third-class blinked at the pair of boots that replaced the first pair. They were somehow familiar. True, they looked like any other military footwear, but they had a particularly warm feeling about them. They even smelled familiar.
Goten raised his head and froze as he found himself staring straight at Trunks Vegeta’s face. The prince was looking down at him, his arms folded behind his back. Goten blinked, gaping.
“Your Highness?”
“Two hundred more push-ups for addressing your superior without permission!” the shaii yelled at him.
“Sir, yes, sir!” Goten continued his push-ups. The shaii was clearly trying to show off how in control he was. “May I speak, sir?”
The shaii threw a disgruntled look at Goten and was about to kick him again, but he stopped at the prince’s nod.
“Speak.”
“With all due respect, sir, what is sir doing here?” Goten gasped out, not stopping his push-ups.
“I was promoted,” the prince said. “It’s a good way to introduce myself anew, isn’t it? I hope you don't have any dangerous weapons stashed away in here, do you?”
“Never seen any weapons, sir!”
Trunks grinned. “Of course you haven’t.”
“Looking forward to working with you again, sir!"
The prince nodded, his grin widening even more.
Never ceasing his push-ups, Goten’s eyes followed those retreating boots and the oh-so familiar stature.
“Ah yes, right,” the prince said, stopping in the doorway. “We need to discuss the disappearance of the chocolate from the shaii’s office.” He beckoned with his finger. “I was informed that you’re the main suspect. Come with me, Goten.” He turned to the shaii while the third-class rushed to get dressed. “Carry on with the search,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.”
A moment later, Goten’s and the prince’s backs disappeared behind the door. The officers followed them shortly after and blew into the next room.
“Well, fuck me sideways,” Kyon whispered when the room suddenly emptied. “I can’t believe it…”
“Neither can I.” Ranvera surveyed the horrible mess in the room. “Fucktards.”
“So you’re a taisa now?” Goten asked the prince while they were walking down the corridor. In the background, the noises of the officers raiding another room could be heard.
“Yes.”
“What happened to the old one?”
“He died.”
In silence, they turned the corner and started descending the stairs. The two were just a few centimeters apart from each other, and the space between them felt charged.
“You stink,” the prince informed the third-class. “Why does everybody here stink so much?”
“It’s been a few weeks without running water.”
“Ugh. So where did you hide it?” the prince asked, nonchalant.
“Umm. Hide what?”
“The chocolate.”
“Ah.” Goten shook his head. “Never seen any chocolate.”
“Was it Ranvera’s idea? He’s got a knack for thievery.” Trunks gave Goten an expectant look, and the third-class shrugged. “You’d better admit it,” the prince said.
“Is this for protocol?”
“No, it’s for my personal curiosity.”
“It’s in the vents in the showers.”
“Seriously? That’s the first place anyone would look. What idiot conducted the search?”
“Our new shaii.”
The prince rolled his eyes. He walked to the door leading outside, opened it, and stepped out with Goten in tow.
“Why did you take it?”
“Well, it doesn’t even belong to him. It’s listed as our food supplies.”
“Oh, I see. The knight of justice.”
The third-class scowled. “Sort of.” It hadn’t even been his idea, but damn him if he ever tattled. “Where are we going?” Goten inquired, following the prince.
“To the headquarters. There’s not a living soul there at this time; everybody’s out for the inspection.”
Goten grunted, either in approval or distress. Maybe both.
They reached the headquarters in a couple of minutes, climbing the stairs and entering the taisa’s office. Goten closed the door behind them.
The prince turned on the lights. “This is only my second thhmnn-” He never finished the sentence as Goten’s mouth covered his. The third-class’s hands seized his head, and the prince’s back hit the door.
Goten was much better at kissing than he had been last time. The disjointed thought made Trunks seize the other male’s backside possessively. Kneading each handful roughly, he battled Goten’s tongue with his.
Gasping for air, Goten turned them around, maneuvering them towards the desk at the end of the office. The prince let himself be pushed backwards; neither of them could keep their hands off each other. Unaware of his surroundings, the prince tripped over one of the chairs in front of the desk. It skidded sideways, and Trunks fell backwards, dragging Goten with him. The third-class righted them and pushed the other man up against the desk. Blindly, Goten batted at the papers and binders littering its surface, shoving them aside and onto the floor. Grabbing the backs of Trunks’ thighs, he lifted him onto the desk.
“Ugh,” the prince exhaled when his back hit the desk, suddenly finding himself in a horizontal position, only his legs dangling off the desk. “You’ve got some nerve.”
“You can complain later,” Goten told him, leaning in to initiate yet another sloppy kiss. His fingers, meanwhile, set to work on the prince’s belt. The prince’s hand pressed against the back of Goten’s head and smashed their mouths together.
They attacked each other like starved animals; Goten clawing at the other man’s body as if drowning. He managed to get the prince’s belt undone. He pulled his prize out and his lust skyrocketed. The prince palmed him through his trousers, and he pushed against the palm with a moan.
“Get them off,” the prince muttered fervently, scraping his teeth against Goten’s neck.
“I’m trying to!” Goten whined desperately, tugging at his own belt with his free hand. “A little help would be appreciated.”
Finally, Goten’s trousers and underwear were down his hips, and the prince’s back settled against the desk again. Panting, he stared at the lamp on the ceiling, then closed his eyes when Goten’s palm wrapped around both of them, stroking.
“So fucking good.”
Goten grunted in agreement and buried his face in the prince’s shoulder. Panting and huffing, he stroked them until he felt his orgasm building to its peak. He tried to prolong it, but one look at the prince’s face told him that the other man was close too. Goten grabbed some paper from the desk so as to prevent the mess as his orgasm washed over him.
His breath coming in short puffs, Goten stayed with his head lowered, his forehead pressed against the prince’s chest. The usual scent of tranquility was mixed with something urgent, primal. The prince’s hand was rubbing the back of his head absentmindedly. Trying to regulate his breathing, Goten exhaled.
“What now?”
“How about we do it again in a few minutes? I kind of failed to grasp it all.”
Goten rubbed his forehead against the prince’s chest reproachfully. “I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
The prince’s fingers slid into Goten’s hair, ruffling through it playfully. The third-class sighed in pleasure. The world could burn now for all he cared. He would just sit on the desk with the prince at his side and share a glass of vodka, watching. Everyone could just go fuck themselves and die.
“What was that document you used just now?”
Goten opened his eyes. “Mnn? What document? Oh, that.” He leaned away from the prince to look at the discarded roll of paper on the floor. He frowned. “Eww. Do you really want me to check?”
The prince sighed. “That could’ve been someone’s application form. Maybe they wanted new boots or something.”
“Well, whoops.”
The prince rolled his eyes. Absently, he kept stroking Goten’s head. He started when the siren went off; he had to get used to it again. The routine on the base was something he was looking forward to.
“I have to get breakfast then finish working on the canteen and the kitchens,” Goten said unhappily. “That will take the whole day.”
“Yeah,” the prince agreed.
“Will you stay here? I mean on the base.”
“Yes, I will. For the foreseeable future. But I can assure you that I’ll see the end of your studies.”
Goten raised his head to beam at him. “Awesome!”
Pleased with his reaction, the prince kneaded a handful of his ass. “Indeed it is. I would invite you to my room tonight, but I don’t even know where I’ll be staying.” He motioned at the few belongings in the corner that he had brought with him from the capital.
“The officer barracks should be habitable in a couple of days,” Goten said. “It’s our first priority. Even more important than the running water.”
There were a few sarcastic notes in Goten’s voice, but it didn’t seem that the third-class was really bothered by it.
“Don’t be envious. I can already foresee that you’ll be a very frequent guest in my new, posh room.”
That made Goten squeeze out a smile. “Aren’t you being reckless?”
Trunks shrugged.
“There are many empty rooms in Barracks 3,” Goten said, thinking back to Kyon and Ranvera’s secret rendezvous. “We can just pick one.”
The prince chuckled. “Who’s being reckless now?”
Goten laughed. He leaned away from the prince and started getting himself in order. The prince rose off the desk as well, tucking himself back into his trousers.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten became aware of the stares as soon as he entered what was left of the canteen. Kyon and two cooks at the end of the structure were distributing food. Today’s breakfast consisted of boiled sausages and wilted cabbage salad. This dish was served in tin mugs and bowls as these were the only pieces of kitchenware that hadn’t been smashed during the Ice-jin raid. Everybody was looking forward to the destroyed canteen and kitchens finally being torn down, since with the completion of the new, modern ones, hot and sufficient meals would return.
“Why is everybody looking at me?” Goten asked Ranvera as soon as he sat down next to the second-class with his breakfast.
“The news of you having been taken away by the current taisa has spread throughout the base.”
“Hmm,” Goten hummed. “I hope they’re thinking that he has violently reprimanded me.”
Ranvera’s eyes widened. “You mean he hasn’t?”
Under the table, Goten kicked Ranvera’s foot. The second-class grinned at him. “So, what happened?”
“Not telling.”
The second-class grinned even wider. “You think I can’t smell him on you?”
“Ugh. When will the damn showers be restored?”
“I think today or tomorrow. Don’t worry, you still mostly stink of sweat and unwashed socks.”
“Don’t we all?”
“Yep, that’s what I meant. So, you don’t need to worry. Besides, his scent is…weird. I don’t think anyone will understand what exactly you smell like.”
“You did,” Goten pointed out, picking at his sausage in the tin mug.
“Well, that’s because I know.”
ooOoOoOoo
By midday, the running water was restored. The still-functioning showers were suddenly teeming with officers and savars washing themselves and their clothes. Several fights broke out when savars entered shower stalls before their turn. No threats to return to work worked. The chaos only stopped when the water was cut off again. It was turned back on only in the evening, after dinner.
Everyone was glad to get rid of the ever-present stench. Goten immediately set on not only cleaning himself but also his topsy-turvy room. Kyon was eager to help, while Ranvera watched the two hustle about impassively. He was lying on his bed with his laptop in front of him. From time to time, Ranvera would try to get a connection to any satellites orbiting above the station, but would come up blank.
At one point, Kyon couldn’t help sniggering, “Looking for porn?”
Ranvera’s neck stretched from behind the laptop. “What? Want to watch some?”
Despite his annoyance, Kyon found himself interested in the proposal. Seeing how he was hesitating, Ranvera hid his grin behind the laptop.
“I have one video with a guy that’s got a striking resemblance to you.”
This made Goten perk up. “Really?”
“We are not watching it,” Kyon declared. “It would be awkward as hell!”
Goten deflated. “Aw.”
“Don’t be a prude.”
“Delete it.”
“No way.”
“I don’t think you need porn,” Kyon told Goten. “Don’t you have a date tonight?”
“I don’t really know. We haven’t agreed on anything.”
Ranvera and Kyon stared at him.
“Don’t tell me you two fucked, and then you dumped him right after that…” Ranvera drawled.
Goten bristled. “Aren’t you just talking about yourself? What the hell do you even think of me?”
“I think that you’ve just added one more to your collection.”
The third-class kicked his foot. “Go fuck yourself.”
Ranvera laughed. “Kidding, kidding!”
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