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Barracks	By : chayron Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16999 -:- 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
- 75
- 76
- 77
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)
Part 76
Goten was mopping the dirty floor in the newly built training hall. It still smelled of rubber and plastic insulation that was lining the walls, floor, and ceiling. The third-class builders had left two hours ago after having finished the last of their projects on the base. It had been a rather sudden departure, with them haphazardly running around, gathering their tools, the excess and unused materials, and their own personal belongings, and then throwing everything into a pile inside a huge airliner. Apparently, the orders came for a new destination and new projects. It was no surprise as the war had left many colonies in shambles.
Goten was sure that for many weeks to come they would be finding random stuff the third-classes had left behind. Some buildings and plumbing might need additional or continuous maintenance as well. The base used to employ one or two second-classes to take care of that, but, nowadays, with so many missing hands, they could only dream of such luxury. Hence, Goten was mopping the floor. The training hall was to be readied for tomorrow’s curriculum, and, in general, everyone’s joy to be able to train and practice their ki-attacks. The base having been rebuilt in such a short span of time was a miracle in itself.
“Well, well, well, look who’s here.”
Goten raised his head to see three elites enter the hall. They were still at the entrance, far away from him, but from their stance and manners, he could easily tell that this encounter was neither accidental nor friendly. He knew all three of them pretty well: Malom, Sorada and Eridan. He had beaten all three of them into a pulp nearly a year ago during one of the training lessons and hadn’t interacted much with them after that. He had deemed them rather sensible for the elites. Apparently, he had been mistaken. Now they obviously thought that they stood a much better chance with their ki.
“Hey,” Goten greeted, continuing to wash the floor. From the corner of his eye, he watched them coming closer. He tried his best to look busy and as pacifying as he could. Yet he could smell their aggressive intentions even over the stench of the new paint and the protective wall lining.
The elites were now in front of him, and he held up his left hand while his right was still clutching the mop. “I don’t want any trouble,” he said.
“Oh, really?” Sorada wondered. “Could’ve fooled us.”
He came even closer, but Goten brandished the dripping, stringy mop at him. The elite grabbed at it and tried to tear it out of the third-class’s hand, but Goten didn’t let go and the two of them got into a tug of war. It lasted for several seconds until the elite simply snapped the mop in two. Indignant over such inventory mutilation, Goten jabbed at Sorada’s stomach with what was left of it, making the elite double over in pain.
“Stay back,” he warned the other two elites, but wasn’t at all surprised when they didn’t.
Malom tried to grab the third-class by the front of his uniform, but a bucket of dirty water flew in his face instead. He clutched his mouth and dropped to his knees while the metal bucket fell and rolled over the insulated floor with a soft clang. The third elite stared at Goten. The third-class was now convinced that this was really personal. This wasn’t bullying; this was because of Trunks.
“What’s this?”
Goten turned to the door to see the shaii watching them. Even though Trunks had told him that Ardo was on their side, momentarily, he was worried that he would join the elites in unanimously trying to beat the crap out of him.
“Just a friendly spar, sir,” Eridan said without missing a beat.
It was such an obvious and blatant lie that Goten heard the shaii grunt in disbelief. After a moment, though, a grin appeared on Ardo’s face.
“Oh? Go on then,” he said, “continue. Don’t let me disturb you any further.”
Eridan turned back to Goten, a smirk appearing on his face. “Yes, sir. I’ll do my best holding back.”
“My advice would be not to,” the shaii said.
Eridan’s smirk widened in satisfaction; he thought that he had just received permission if not to kill Goten, then to at least maim him for life. The thing he didn’t know was that those words had been said while Ardo was looking Goten in the eye.
The shaii observed the two elites on the training ground floor. One was out of commission, half-conscious, lying in a puddle of water, his face turned into a bloody mess. The culprit was clearly the blood-stained bucket further away. The second one was getting his bearings back already and was about to rejoin his friend.
Sorada flinched when the shaii called him back. Albeit unwillingly, he obeyed and joined the shaii at the entrance, but was told to take a look at his half-conscious friend and drag him out of the way, leaving a wet trail behind them.
Eridan didn’t power up at first. They circled each other; the elite clearly amused by a supposed second-class’s resolve to stand up to him. He did remember that Goten was an exceptional fighter, but that was easily overcome. He powered up and launched himself at Goten. His amusement faded when Goten stepped sideways and punched him in the ribs. His flying momentum was stopped by a nearby wall. The man had done this without even having powered up. This didn’t make any sense.
The third-class was rather pleased to see his opponent get up and power up higher to what was probably his limit. Thanks to his father, now Goten was able to sense ki without employing any devices. He was, however, still not as good at measuring his own. Powering to what he thought was more or less a match, he blocked or avoided all of the elite’s attempts to hit him. Goten noticed that now, besides the indignant anger and hate, there was also an evident confusion on Eridan’s face.
“How about we just stop now?” Goten offered kind-heartedly.
“Fuck you,” the elite spat.
“That might prove to be difficult,” Goten told him. Then he just couldn’t help himself and added: “Trunks would certainly have some objections to that.”
Eridan’s face turned red in indignation. “How dare you, you piece of shit!?” he growled.
Goten shrugged.
Even if the shaii had told him not to hold back, he, of course, did. It was not in his intention to slaughter someone he had once considered decent. He avoided all of Eridan’s attacks, but the elite wasn’t stopping, so he ended up tripping him, grabbing him in a headlock, and squashing him against the floor. It didn’t lessen Eridan’s fighting spirit even one bit. He thrashed about, growling insults and threats even while immobilized.
Several months ago, Goten would have just whacked him a few times in the back of the head, but now, when he knew how great their power difference was, it just didn’t feel right. He raised his head and gave the shaii a rather helpless look.
“For fuck’s sakes,” Ardo muttered with a roll of his eyes. “Let go of him,” he ordered then rather abruptly. “Eridan, if you ever have the balls to attack a Legendary again, I’ll personally tear those stupid balls of yours off and hang them over my office door as an example for others.”
Eridan kept struggling for some time, but after hearing what Ardo said, suddenly became completely still. “Why didn’t you just say so?” he exhaled angrily to the floor. Goten’s grip on him loosened, and he shook the third-class off himself. Rolling over, he got to his feet. He turned to face Goten. Still a little uncertain, he cast a look at the shaii, who nodded to confirm his previous words, then looked back at Goten and his power-level dropped to almost zero. He pressed his fist over his heart and bowed his head.
“My apologies, Sir.”
“Uh… Yeah,” Goten muttered, feeling more than a little awkward. “Was rather unpleasant,” he said, powering down as well.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” the elite repeated. “You have my loyalty, Sir. My deepest apologies to His Highness as well.”
“Umm… Will pass them on.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Goten rubbed the back of his neck while watching Eridan go. Sorada saluted him smartly from afar as well and both of them dragged Malom out of the training hall. The third-class turned to the shaii.
“That wasn’t necessary.”
“It certainly was,” Ardo denied. “It didn’t seem like you were having much luck in convincing him to quit it.”
That was true, but it didn’t mean that he liked it. Goten opened his mouth, but the shaii didn’t care for continuing the argument. Legendary or not, Goten was his subordinate.
“I approved your application for a new room.”
There was something strange in the way he said it – perhaps the intonation or the ghost of a smile on his lips. Yet before the third-class could question more, the shaii turned around and left.
“Huh…” Goten muttered, looking at the broken mop and the disfigured bucket. There wasn’t a chance that he would finish cleaning the hall today. He should have told those assholes Eridan and Sorada to clean it instead. Would have been a fitting punishment for hindering his duties.

ooOoOoOoo

“That fucking asshole!” Goten spat after having checked the list with approved accommodation transfers. He had been given a room, true, but it was an even older one than he lived in now. Kyon’s application, meanwhile, had been rejected. The listed reason for that was the previous transgressions. Goten could only guess that it was from back then when Kyon had gotten into a fight over one of the “fluffies”.
Cursing under his breath, Goten left the headquarters and turned towards the canteen to have a word with Kyon. What was that Issoyassin had said? People would see him now as a Legendary? A God? Yeah, right. He couldn’t even get a new room. Should he now write a request to stay in his old room? Goten had a feeling that it would be rejected anyway. Next time, he should just avoid Ardo and pass everything concerning him and his friends over to Trunks directly. That would clearly be playing favorites, but he didn’t want to have anything to do with the shaii anymore. The man was just bent on making his life more difficult.
“Is there something you need?” Goten asked turning around to face Malom. The elite had started following him as soon as he had left the headquarters and wasn’t subtle about it either. The elite’s face was blue and black from yesterday’s incident with the flying bucket, yet Goten couldn’t find any remorse in himself.
“Uh, Sir. Yes.” Malom straightened to his full height and bowed his head in respect. “I apologize for my behavior yesterday. I was told that… I had no idea that…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Goten shushed him, waving him off quietly, not wanting anyone else to see or hear this exchange. “Apology accepted.”
The smashed face in front of him lit up. “Thank you, Sir.”
There was some kind of bright, expectant look on that blue and black face, and Goten wondered what else there was. “Yes?”
“Sir, could you demonstrate the Legendary transformation? The one that was used to defeat King Cooler. The one we saw in the video. With the blond hair and all that muscle? It was phenomenal!”
Goten stared at him. Just as he had been afraid – he had become a freak for everybody to gape at.
“Uh, Sir,” Malom, muttered, stepping back from the third-class, who suddenly looked angry and upset. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t think…”
Goten marched off without a word.

ooOoOoOoo

“Hmm? But isn’t that normal?” Trunks wondered when Goten told him about the uncanny request. “People are curious about their hero. The Saiyan society is built on power after all. I don’t really understand why you are so upset. You didn’t get angry when I asked you to transform.”
Goten sat down next to him on the bed. “That’s different.”
“No, it’s not. Besides, you never showed it to me either. Perhaps now, when the training hall is finished?”
The third-class nodded. “Yeah, tomorrow in the evening? Your face has almost healed as well. We could spar.”
“Sure.”
With a yawn, Trunks turned to his side. He was tired after a long day of work and hoped that Goten would just go to sleep. They had never returned to the discussion about the possibility of him forfeiting the throne. He sometimes got the impression that Goten wanted to continue that conversation. Yet he didn’t know what else he could tell Goten, and the entire topic was unpleasant for them both. It was probably best to be avoided.
“What’s that?” Goten wondered while tapping one of several reddish, white skin structures on the prince’s back. There was also one on his left shoulder. He had noticed these earlier, but never thought to ask.
The prince shrugged then thought that Goten might be talking about pimples. His eyes suddenly squeezed shut at the sharp pain.
“Ouch! The hell, Goten!”
Goten chuckled. “It popped. Eww! What the hell’s this white crap coming out? Gross! Hmm… Actually, can I pop all of them?”
“Hey!”
“Can’t I?”
Trunks sighed. “Fine.” He supposed he could humor Goten and take up the role of a bubble wrap.
“So what are these?”
“Just some pores clogged with fat and puss.”
“Oh. Do Humans get these a lot?”
“Most do. They just…ouch! They disappear on their own when I power up high enough.”
“Oh. Listen, some of them are bleeding. Is this normal?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Almost done.”
Trunks rolled his eyes. He chuckled. “Yeah, once done, you can concentrate on popping this other bursting thing between my legs.”
“This turns you on? Really?”
“No, Goten, it doesn’t. I was just suggesting a less gross activity.”
“Okay.”
Yet Goten didn’t stop, and Trunks shifted, trying to push him off. “Will you quit it?”
“Yup. Once I’m done.”
With a grunt, the prince pushed himself off the mattress and flipped them over. While Goten was laughing, he pressed the third-class into the bedding. He forced a kiss upon kiss on that unruly mouth until it finally shut up. They kissed for a few moments, the kisses lazy and unhurried. The warmth and the comfortably familiar scent coming from the body underneath him, made Trunks aware again how much he loved and wanted this man. He was suddenly overwhelmed with happiness, but it was a little scary too.
“Mm?” Goten hummed when the kisses suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes to see Trunks watching him quietly. The third-class gazed back at him for a moment then reached out to cup his face. Then he just wrapped his arms around the other man’s shoulders and pulled him down into a hug.
They stayed like that for several seconds; then someone yelled outside and both of them turned to the window. After a moment, someone yelled for the first one to shut up and everything fell quiet again. Goten shifted underneath Trunks so that he suddenly found himself in between the third-class’s legs, comfortably tucked in between his thighs. Goten ground their erections together.
“Up for it?”
“Is this all you ever think about?” Trunks teased.
Goten looked insulted, his lower lip drooping. “You mean you don’t?”
“I do, Goten, I do. All the fucking time.”
Laughing, Goten tugged at his hair to pull him down for a kiss. When their mouths parted, there was a somewhat confused look on Trunks’ face. Goten ground their hips together, and the uncertainness on his lover’s face deepened. The third-class’s eyebrows rose questioningly, but he had already deciphered most of what that expression meant.
While Goten was obviously eager and willing, Trunks had never been on the giving end. It wasn’t that he hadn’t ever been curious, but his partners had always taken the lead and he had been content to follow. This would be a new experience. His hesitation was taken for unwillingness, and Goten tried to fix the situation by flipping them over, but Trunks resisted and pressed him back into the bedding.
“Want to try?” Goten asked.
“Yeah.”
Trunks, perhaps, expected some kind of a switch to flip inside him after having made the decision, but nothing of the sort happened. He just felt horny as usual but now was also bubbling with eager excitement of trying out a new thing.
“What if I like it a bit too much?” he teased Goten.
The third-class laughed. “I didn’t lie when I said that I am happy with either as long as we get to fuck.”
Trunks hummed appreciatively; it was nice to have a versatile partner. Yet, he felt a spark of jealousy again. He knew where this versatility had come from. Reyn Dueri had seemed to be more dominant out of the two. Trunks tried to squash the ugly feeling but was only partly successful as it turned into overwhelming possessiveness.
Both of them were hard, but while Goten seemed to be simply content to wait for him to continue, Trunks wasn’t sure how to. True, he had been more than enough times on the receiving end to remember how and what was to be done, yet now it all felt rather calculating and artificial while he was taking his time to sort the course of action in his mind. He couldn’t help but blush stupidly while trying to unscrew the cap of the lubricant tube under Goten’s watchful eyes. He felt even more awkward when the lube suddenly shot out of his slippery fingers and whacked the third-class right between the eyes. The man actually yelped in surprise.
“Now this would have been a story to tell if I had gotten blind in one eye,” Goten snickered, picking the lube up off the bed where it had slid off after hitting him.
“Sorry.”
“You’re supposed to laugh,” Goten told him, offering a smile. “What are you so nervous about?”
“I don’t really know. Just…a new thing?”
“Does it have something to do with Reyn again?”
Trunks frowned. “No. Well…yes. No. Perhaps a little bit.”
Goten wasn’t sure what to say to that except for repeating that it was history. It really was, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t savor those memories or liked Reyn all the less for it. There was a tiny part of him that understood that he had loved Reyn. The man had been and still was precious to him. Trunks knew that as well, and that was what upset him.
“Trunks, I’ve made my choice,” Goten repeated. “I’m not regretting it even the tiniest bit. I’d make the same choice over and over even if it kills me, which it just might. So just get on with it while both of us are still hard.”
The prince wanted to tell him that now he had made him feel guilty, but decided it was better not to. Both of them had their own personal matters to deal with. So, instead, he leaned in for a kiss and pried the lube out of Goten’s fingers; they’d probably need more of it later.
“Do you put your fingers up here when you masturbate?” he asked, prodding Goten between his legs.
“Uh. Sometimes. Once, actually. Haven’t done it in…about a month?”
Trunks wondered if he would even be able to come if he masturbated like that. He just didn’t feel enough stimulation. Perhaps, it wasn’t a very good thing.
His fingers pushed into the tightness between Goten’s legs. The third-class exhaled loudly, then let out an encouraging hum. After a few more moments of tentative stretching, Trunks pulled his fingers out, poured some more lubricant on them, and slid them back in. He found Goten’s prostate rather easily, the other male’s cock making an excited leap at the additional stimulation. Goten tensed at first, the muscle ring tightening around his fingers, then relaxed again. Several seconds later, Trunks noticed that Goten was enjoying this already: his fingers now slid in and out easily, meeting no resistance whatsoever, the man’s cock twitching with every brush against his prostate. He scissored his fingers and the hole spread for him eagerly.
“Put it in already,” Goten grunted when he saw the wild look on the prince’s face.
Trunks did exactly that and sank in without even wiping his fingers off. His brain felt foggy, and he cursed when his hand just slipped down Goten’s thigh instead of finding purchase there. While he wasn’t sure it was alright to move just yet, ruled by pure instinct, his hips undulated of their own accord. Goten tossed him a tissue, and he wiped his hand and the smeared thigh with it.
“Oh…” he hummed when a spark of pleasure went up his spine. This felt rather different from a blowjob. He tried thrusting, but Goten still felt tight, and he forced himself to stop.
“Pass me my pillow,” Goten said, reaching out. Once it was in his hands, he lifted his hips and pushed it under. After wiggling about for some time, he finally settled. “Should make it more comfortable. Go on,” he said, shifting against Trunks again. He fisted his cock, stroking himself already.
Trunks, who had nearly come from all the movement around him, opened his eyes. “You sure?”
“Fuck yes, I’m sure. I’ll start screaming for help if you don’t start fucking me in earnest this minute!”
Biting back a chuckle, Trunks started thrusting. It felt hot and slippery inside Goten. He tried to savor the feeling at first but then lust and instincts took over, and he could only strive towards more pleasure. He came quickly, with Goten’s legs wrapped around his back, them both panting and sweating like crazy.
The prince rolled off Goten and sat up. His chest was splattered with Goten’s come. Dazed, he stared at Goten, whose eyes were closed. He seemed about to fall asleep.
“I came inside,” Trunks muttered guiltily. It only now appeared to him that he had neither worn a condom nor warned Goten about it. “I’m sorry. I…”
“It’s fine,” Goten mumbled sleepily.
It probably wasn’t, but there was nothing he could do with an almost asleep man, and, after having cleaned both of them off as best as he could, Trunks went to sleep as well.

ooOoOoOoo

“Morning,” Goten muttered under his breath then his eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a mighty sneeze.
Trunks nearly spilled his coffee. He turned to the third-class, who had just traipsed out of the bathroom and into the kitchen-living room. He held his mug out for Goten, but the man scrunched up his nose in distaste; he still didn’t particularly like coffee even though both Trunks and Reyn were so fond of it.
“Is your stomach alright?”
“Yep,” Goten confirmed, moving to get another mug. “All’s good.” He filled it with tap water and emptied in a few large gulps.
The prince’s eyes set on his coffee maker. He had ordered it just before having moved into this new apartment and it had been delivered over a week ago. Yet he had forgotten to buy coffee itself and only recently Ardo had brought it from the capital as per his request.
When Goten’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind, Trunks let out a low hum, which could have meant anything from approval to annoyance. Goten easily deciphered it as an appreciation of closeness, but also a warning against taking things any further. The third-class hadn’t even meant to. He had only a few minutes to spare until he had to be in War Tactics in Space lecture. Besides, they had been fucking like rabbits and needed a short break to get other things done.
“So we meet at six?” he asked just to make sure.
Trunks nodded. “Yes.” He took a sip of his cooling coffee and leaned his head back against Goten’s shoulder. He was much more excited about the spar than he was letting Goten know. He had been looking forward to seeing a Legendary with his very own eyes from the very moment he had glimpsed the video. Yet Goten had some reservations about everyone, including him, seeing him in that form.
“I am still thinking what to do with Sorada, Malom and Eridan,” Trunks muttered, taking another sip. “I can’t let them go unpunished for ganging up against a supposed second-class. I also have my shaii’s report on the incident, so overlooking it is out of the question.”
“Just leave it,” Goten said. “They apologized to us both.”
“That doesn’t mean shit and you know it. They apologized only because they had found out that you’re a Legendary.”
“That’s true. But I beat the shit out of them, so we are even.”
Trunks sniggered. “‘Even’. Perhaps you are. I, on the other hand, am far away from being even with them. As a taisa, I have to make sure they are disciplined. Personally, I want to bash their heads in for touching you.”
“They’ll accept any punishment,” Goten said. “They had already been ready to accept it before starting it all. But they will only understand it as a payback for disrespecting a Legendary.”
“For disrespecting my lover too.”
“Well, yes, but…” Goten sighed, his breath tickling Trunks’ ear. “Listen, we both know it’s fucked up and no matter what we say or do, they will still think that they had been doing their duty, a favor for you personally by trying to get rid of what they thought was a second-class tarnishing your reputation. We’ll be running into these kinds of situation rather often. We’ve known this before.”
“Yes, but it doesn’t make me any less angry. Rather the opposite. I hope that it will be more or less over after today’s performance.”
“We’ll see.”

ooOoOoOoo

During lunch, the shaii and Ardema had tactfully, or perhaps, not so tactfully leaked the information of the Prince of All Saiyans and one of the Legendaries’ spar at six in the evening. The gossip had spread so widely that Goten had been taken aback when he saw a crowd in front of the training hall. Even Trunks, who had expected a similar outcome, had been astonished.
“You lied to me,” Goten grunted out while they were warming up in the hall, in the middle of the gawking crowd. He could see Kyon and Ranvera, Almanda surrounded by more females, and the officers. He wondered if there was anyone who wasn’t present. Probably only those who hadn’t returned to the base yet.
“A little bit,” Trunks agreed. “But I didn’t expect so many to show up either.”
“Yeah, right.”
They had discussed the process earlier and had come up to the conclusion that while the new hall might just contain and insulate the power of about a million, there was no way they could ensure the onlookers’ safety. The plan was for Goten to transform and then power back down to three hundred thousand. That should be safe.
“Well?” Trunks prompted eagerly. “Start it already!”
Goten rolled his eyes.
It happened slowly. Trunks wasn’t able to feel it physically, but the transformation in front of his eyes was obvious and unmistakable. Goten stood motionless at first with his eyes closed, then he started powering up. The prince’s scouter started beeping at three thousand, quickly becoming a continuous whine while the dust rose around Goten, so he switched it off. The third-class’s uniform fluttered too, his usually spiky hair now going to extremes, standing up even straighter, the roots slowly turning blond, the fair color spreading towards the end of the hair. The uniform stopped fluttering as it was suddenly not loose enough for that. The fabric stretched over Goten’s chest, the upper button shooting off. Teal eyes opened to see what was amiss.
Trunks watched Goten curse and try to take his jacket off without causing it any more damage. He bundled it up and tossed it towards Kyon, who picked it up. Then those teal eyes set on the prince. So…unusual. Mesmerized, Trunks kept staring at him. Then he realized that, first, he had also powered up and, second, that he was getting hard. Both of those were unconscious actions he had no control of. While faced with such amount of raw power, the response was instinctual.
“I don’t think I can even fight you while you’re in this form,” Trunks breathed out shakily, trying to calm himself down. “You’d just mow me over.”
“That’s very likely,” Goten confirmed. “I would advise against touching me at all. If the power difference is really great… Let’s say I saw limbs explode right in my face after touching me.”
Trunks grimaced. So much for his sexual fantasy of Goten fucking him in that form. It seemed that he really had to give up on it completely; his ass exploding was a big no.
“Is this as far as you can go?” the prince wondered.
“Uh, no,” Goten said with a chuckle. “It’s that it has been over a month since I powered up last, so I’m taking my time. I still need to train and practice a lot. My father is able to power up and power down as easily as a wink. It doesn’t go as easily for me yet.”
Goten was trying to tune out the whispers and clamor around them. It was best not to pay them any attention even though they were rather unpleasant. Trunks, meanwhile, wasn’t even aware of what was happening around them. He was too absorbed in analyzing and cataloguing his lover’s changes. He was just as amazed as any other person in the training hall.
“I’ll power down now if you don’t mind,” Goten said. He couldn’t help chuckling at the look of disappointment on Trunks’ face. The prince, however, nodded and watched the blond hair return to its usual, black, color.
“It’s not three hundred,” Trunks warned Goten, who had stopped powering down. “It’s still over four hundred. Seriously? You can’t tell the difference? I thought you were getting better at it?”
“So did I,” Goten muttered. “I told you I need much more practice than I’m getting. My power levels haven’t completely stabilized yet, so I find it difficult to get used to them.”
“Okay, stop. It’s about three hundred now.” Trunks took his scouter off and motioned for his shaii to take it. “It’s been a while,” he said, turning back to Goten.
“I’ve gotten better,” Goten informed him in a businesslike manner.
Trunks’ eyebrows twitched. “Well, yes. You’ve had a decent sparring partner.”
The third-class nodded. Reyn had been a decent partner indeed. Right until his reaction improved and power levels suddenly rose. After that, Reyn simply hadn’t been able to catch up to him.
“Well?” Trunks motioned for Goten to come at him.
Theoretically, neither kicks not punches hurt while they were powered up at about the same level and using their ki as shields. They still ended up shoving and knocking each other about, which resulted in a lot of forming bruises and hurt pride.
It had been a while since they had sparred. Goten, however, could remember Trunks’ fighting style really well. It was rather unique and, at the same time, lacking in defense. He was of the opinion that Trunks relied on his fast reflexes and brute strength too much. It certainly worked when faced with weaker opponents. And almost everyone was weaker in comparison to the Saiyan Prince. Yet faced with an opponent of similar or greater capabilities, Trunks had trouble defending himself. It was not the first time Goten thought of making sure his lover improved his fighting skills.
“Too wide!” he grunted, his fist connecting with Trunks’ face. “Keep your hands closer to your body!”
Trunks’ eyes narrowed. If Goten had enough time and audacity to lecture him in front of all these officers and savars, he had better get ready. Even though this wasn’t about the outcome of the fight or even testing their skills, he was still pissed off. Since this was mostly about showing off their power and speed, that was what the onlookers were going to get. And plentiful at that!
Goten suppressed a chuckle when the prince went at him with even more vigor. Goten ducked and rammed his elbow into Trunks’ side. The prince skidded sideways. He had no time to recover his balance as Goten was right there, his foot catching him in the head, knocking him back again, this time making him slide all over the floor on his back. He barely managed to avoid Goten’s foot stomping on his face. The prince rolled away to escape it and got back to his feet.
He moved just in time to avoid Goten’s fist. His foot caught Goten on the back of his knee and he dropped onto the floor, his knee rendered useless for a moment. Before Trunks could continue his onslaught, however, Goten planted his palms on the floor and pushed himself up and sideways, propelling out of the harm’s way. His knee became functional in just a few moments, but he had to keep beating off the prince’s attacks without a chance of a counter-attack. He kept blocking and dodging as best as he could before he could resume offensive.
Trunks stumbled as Goten’s flying kick caught him in the chest. The prince let the momentum carry him then turned over in midair, landing on his feet just a couple of meters away. Sliding sideways, he avoided one more similar kick. His own foot caught Goten in his side, sending the third-class flying over half of the hall.
As the fight became even more intense, the people had to make sure they got out of the way on time. Yet, when Goten whooshed through the air nearly at the speed of light, none of them had enough time to react and he slammed into them, scattering everyone around like bowling pins. Curses and howls followed. Perhaps there were some seriously injured officers or savars, yet neither Goten nor Trunks cared. Absorbed in their fight, they ignored the others’ pain that had mostly been self-inflicted by them recklessly coming here to watch a Legendary and their prince spar.
The third-class extracted himself from the mishmash of bodies and launched himself back at the prince. They exchanged a few blows, knocked each other about, and then, finally, the prince managed to tackle Goten to the ground and take a firm hold on them. Goten struggled for a while, tried to throw Trunks off, but that only resulted in a tighter deadlock, so he gave up. Trunks released him and they faced each other. There was a satisfied smirk on the prince’s face as if saying: “So what was that about my defense? How about working on your own?” The smirk did get on Goten’s nerves and he wanted his revenge.
Goten’s foot, however, missed Trunks nearly by half a meter next time they engaged, and he was rewarded for his mistake with a punch to the side of his head. It rattled his vision temporarily, but he managed to avoid any further damage by dropping to the floor and, mostly blindly, rolling out of the harm’s way.
Goten’s footwork was impressive, Trunks had to give him that. While he preferred his fists, Goten’s extraordinary speed and reaction time allowed him to use his legs much more effectively than Trunks had ever seen. Goten was, practically, in no danger of anyone managing to catch his foot; the prince had seen a few legs broken that way. Still, Goten was probably more careful while fighting several opponents at once.
Flash-stepping was something Trunks wasn’t very used to either. Goten had mastered it well while away from the base. He wasn’t able to catch up with the third-class. At a loss, he tried the same tactics of hit and retreat, but that only earned him two punches in the head and one kick in the back. Goten was on another level and there was no way he could catch up to the man; he was simply faster. Trunks finally managed to body-slam into the third-class as soon as he had appeared in front of him and the two of them rolled onto the floor. His kneed caught Goten on his chin then he punched the dazed third-class in the face. Or tried to. Goten had somehow managed to gather his wits and moved his head to the side at the last moment. Goten’s knee found his stomach and successfully dislodged them from each other.
They got to their feet, Goten’s eyebrows raised playfully, his face one huge grin. Trunks couldn’t remember when he had so much fun. Oh yes, every time he sparred with Goten.
TBC
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