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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
- 77
- 78
- 79
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 78
“Ario Krameran isn’t going to return to our base,” Trunks said. His eyes left Goten to concentrate back on the computer’s screen. “He’s been transferred to Kolmera Officers’ School; as you know, his father’s a taisa there. He’s also successfully retaken a pilot’s evaluation test.”
Goten sat quietly, digesting the information, thinking. Nothing surprising, really. He had wished but hardly expected Ario to return. Toharu had been the one against Ario becoming a pilot. Right now, Goten was simply glad that Ario was alive and seemingly doing not too bad.
“Want to send him a message?”
Surprised, the third-class looked at Trunks. “I can?”
The prince shrugged. “If you want to and have something to say, I don’t see why I shouldn’t pass it on.”
Goten nodded. “Thanks, I think I will. I’ll just have a word with Kyon and Ranvera first.”
“Alright.”
The third-class watched Trunks return to work: he started reading something on the screen, then dug around for something in the piles of documents on his desk. Goten liked this office much better than the old one. It was much cooler inside too. Trunks seemed to have forgotten that he was still here.
“I’m sorry I behaved like an ass yesterday.”
Trunks looked at him. “Yes, you were rather…intoxicated.”
Goten sighed. “Not really.”
The prince nodded in agreement. “Yes, not really. Listen, I didn’t like it, but I know where all of that came from. My mother, on the other hand... She can presume, of course, why you burst like that, but… I’d like you to apologize to her.”
Goten nodded, relieved. “Will do.” Despite his worries, he had been easily forgiven. In fact, when he had been summoned to Trunks’ office, he had expected that the man had a lot to say about yesterday’s events. And, since Trunks had a rule of keeping personal matters out of his office, it had been even more unnerving.
“About that room I have moved into,” Goten said in a minute. “It’s horrible! It’s even worse than I thought it would be. Can you tr-?”
“No.”
Goten frowned. “I thought…”
“No. And don’t ever ask me again. I gave Ardo permission to treat you as any other savar. You piss him off – you pay. End of story. I’m not going to play favorites here.”
“Favorites…” Goten mumbled. “He’s an abomination from hell!”
“I’m sure that your feelings are mutual, Goten. Now get out and go back to your lessons. I don’t understand why you’re complaining anyway – you don’t even stay in that room.”
ooOoOoOoo
“Goten Bardock, the Legendary.”
“One of the Legendaries,” Goten corrected the guard. He took his boots off and entered the living-room. The royalty stood up to greet him. Trunks and his mother seemed a little jumpy and awkward and, after coming closer, the third-class caught a glimpse of the video they had been watching. Yes, Ranvera had shown him the “legendary” videos. Goten had actually seen them about ten times.
“I look like a clumsy idiot in them, don’t I?” Goten commented with a wave at the laptop.
Bulma smiled, ready to assure him that he looked nothing less than a heroic knight in shining armor fighting the dawn of the evil.
“Yes, a bit,” Trunks said before his mother could open her mouth.
Goten walked over to the sofa and, after some hesitation, since the other two were still standing after having greeted him, sat down in front of the laptop.
“I didn’t know the lizards’ ki-blasts would just bounce off my shield,” he said in his defense.
“Yes, we can see that,” Trunks chuckled while the Goten on the screen kept rolling on the floor to avoid said blasts.
For a few moments, Goten stared at the screen awkwardly, then stood up again.
“I was rude yesterday. I’m sorry about that,” he apologized to Bulma after meeting her eyes. He bowed his head while waiting for the Queen’s reaction.
Bulma wondered if she should just laugh it off, but the look on her son’s face told her that it would be a mistake.
“I was actually… I am still amazed at how you two managed to overcome so many obstacles with you being a third-class. I understand that it’s a very serious and sensitive issue that you two will have to deal with for the rest of your relationship. Personally, I have nothing against it, but you’ll have to keep it secret.”
Goten’s cheeks tinted pink in shame. “Yes,” he agreed.
“I suppose you wanted to test me, but…”
“It was stupid of me to blabber like that, you’re completely right,” Goten finished for her, bowing his head again.
Bulma shrugged. The video ended, and the three of them stood in silence.
“Coffee?” Trunks offered.
“Oh yes, please,” Bulma said, while Goten said nothing as Trunks knew he didn’t like it.
They watched Trunks tinker with the machine. Goten swallowed a sigh of awkwardness and sat down on the sofa again.
“Have you spoken to Kyon and Ranvera yet?” Trunks asked him.
“No, I haven’t had the time yet.”
Bulma gave her son’s back a questioning look.
“One of my friends has transferred himself to a different officers’ school,” Goten explained to her after catching that look. “I am thinking of contacting him. But, first, I want to talk to others who knew him as well.”
“I see.”
With the mug in his hand, Trunks walked over to the coffee table, pushed the laptop to the side, and set the mug down. He returned to the kitchen part of the room, poured another mug of water for Goten, and set it down in front of the third-class, who took it gratefully. Goten drank it, and then reached out to turn off the blank screen of the video that had just ended. Once the program disappeared off the screen, he saw something curious.
“Why do you have an entire folder named after me?”
Trunks looked at the screen. He felt heat start to radiate off his face. Goten turned to him, grinned, and then the cursor on the screen dove into the folder. There were about ten videos.
“Oooh, how nostalgic,” Goten hummed after having clicked on one of them. It appeared to be an old CCTV footage from the incident at the laundromats. “I actually thought you were trying to bullshit me when you said you had proof of me being there.”
Trunks shrugged. Even though there was actually nothing to hide, he wished that Goten would not go through the videos. It was rather embarrassing, especially with his mother watching them with interest.
Other three videos were footage from when Goten had taken physical and fighting tests. They weren’t of good quality, and Goten wondered how Trunks had even recognized it was him in all that mishmash of other savars.
Then there was a short video of the parade on the base that had taken place exactly a year ago. At first, he wondered what it was doing in this folder, but then his face filled the screen, and the camera followed his marching self for another five seconds.
And there was also a cut from his and Reyn’s interview at the Bruminan station where he was informing Monteira that he had accidentally taken Mr. Elite with him.
Then, naturally, the other two videos were of the two Legendaries that they had watched just now.
While Goten was going through the videos, Bulma watched them too, but also paid attention to her son’s reactions. If at first Trunks had been embarrassed, later his awkwardness transformed into amusement. It was, obviously, due to Goten’s reactions as he kept clicking on the videos. The third-class laughed at some of them, was nostalgic, or was also embarrassed.
Once he had gone through all the videos, Goten closed the folder and turned to Trunks. “I must say I prefer this to Ranvera’s certain collection,” he gave his verdict.
The prince let out an amused snort; he wasn’t sure that Goten was telling the truth. The third-class, however, seemed to be very pleased about the discovery of the videos. Of course, he was going to tease him to no end once his mother left, but all that was going to end with the two of them in bed, Trunks was certain of that.
Bulma was aware of the intangible exchange between the two men. There was no doubt about the heated promises in those glances. Right now, she was being a nuisance. Yet, she only visited once a year, while they had all the time in the world.
“What are your plans for the future, Goten?”
Goten wasn’t able to answer that question at once. Normally, a second-class’s road after an officers’ school was pretty much crystal-clear: receiving a rank and being posted somewhere to command a bunch of rankless soldiers. Yet, he was neither a second-class nor normal.
“Umm…” he muttered. “I still have a couple of years to go until I finish this school. Then…well, who knows?”
“How would you feel about becoming a Royal Guard?” Trunks asked. “It wasn’t bad, was it?”
Goten gave him a look. It was a suggestion worthy of consideration, and it would allow them to stay together, yet he wasn’t so sure that being a Royal Guard interested him much. He hadn’t particularly liked it. Reyn had been the one who seemed to be keen on becoming one.
In the end, Goten shrugged. “Well, it wasn’t too bad, I suppose.”
The prince, who had expected a much more enthusiastic response, was surprised. He had been more or less convinced that this was what was going to happen in the end, Goten working as a Royal Guard, staying in the palace, with him.
“Do you intend to have children?”
Trunks froze; this was a nuclear attack. Goten gave him a look.
“Not in the nearest future, but yes, at some point, I will.”
It was said in such a firm and doubtless voice that both Trunks and Bulma could only stare.
“But you don’t even like children,” Trunks wondered.
Goten nodded. “Yes, I don’t like them, but I’ve never had any of my own. Why would I even like other people’s children?”
Bulma gave her son a sharp look. “Yes, why would he like them?” She turned back to Goten. “Trunks is going to have heirs too,” she said, her voice taking on a cold edge.
Goten and Trunks met each other’s eyes. This was a difficult topic. Bulma didn’t know about Trunks’ reluctance to take over the throne, or his reluctance to ever have children. Goten could only shrug in answer, while the prince hummed out something incomprehensible. He had always been aware of her wish to have grandchildren but wasn’t certain it was meant to be. He couldn’t stomach the idea of himself having sex with Saiyan women. He didn’t even know if he was able to impregnate one, being a half-blood. This conversation was going to give him nightmares.
Bulma was aware of the silent exchange between the two men. Her son looked as if she had slapped him. She wondered if she demanded too much of him. Trunks had always done his best to meet the Saiyan Nation’s expectations, even though it was obviously impossible for a half-blood. He had done his best to carry the burden she and Vegeta had presented him with since his birth. He had finally found someone to share this burden with, and she, instead, was driving a wedge between them.
Both men turned to her when she let out a long sigh. “But everything’s in due time. Enjoy your lives while you can. The war has taught us that.”
The words were rather random and somewhat forced, and Trunks could not help but chuckle. Goten felt embarrassed for her.
ooOoOoOoo
Trunks watched his mother’s aircraft disappearing in the distance. Finally, he turned around and headed back to his office. The savars and officers around him also stopped saluting and dispersed to continue with their agenda. A few days of celebrating and drinking had taken its toll on everyone: faces were tired and puffy. Yet, people were in a good mood.
The prince closed the door and sat behind his desk. He, however, found it hard to concentrate on school matters and soon pushed the documents he had been trying to read aside. He should probably do a fertility test. If he wasn’t able to impregnate Saiyan women naturally, that would put his mind at rest. If there was a high risk of abnormal embryonic development, that would also mean that he wouldn’t even attempt to procreate. He could finally stop thinking about these things and would concentrate on what needed and could be done.
With a sigh, Trunks looked at the computer screen, pressed a few buttons, and sent out a personal request for a health consultation. It would have been much easier if they had a doctor on the base. Then again, he would not find it very comfortable to interact daily with someone who knew his sperm count.
Grimacing, he closed the request form and checked the reports in his inbox. Another headache – a full moon in a couple of days. Some Saiyans reacted to it more than others, even with proper training. There were always incidents. Although people very rarely turned into Oozaru, there was a lot of violence and/or sex during those days and nights. It was in their blood, in his too. He had experienced his share of difficulties back when he was barely eleven. It was hard to believe but, nowadays, the full moon hardly affected him.
Trunks shuffled the documents and considered calling his shaii. Deciding that some fresh air might clear his head, he left the office to search for him. He had to discuss the imminent nuisance of the full moon with his officers.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten entered Trunks’ office and closed the door as softly as he could. Just as he had known, no one was inside. He had lied to his lecturer that the prince wanted to see him and had left in the middle of the lecture.
He took Trunks’ chair and turned the terminal on. Ranvera had done him a favor and tracked Reyn Dueri down to his last known location. While waiting for the call to go through, Goten glanced at the door. Trunks definitely wouldn’t be happy to know that he was using his work account to call Reyn. Knowing the prince, he would probably launch the keyboard at his head and make him pay for the call.
Finally, the third-class heard a series of crackling noises, and Reyn’s voice filled the speakers.
“Uh,” Goten said awkwardly. Unexpectedly, the call had been transferred very quickly, and he had actually had an incredible amount of luck to catch Dueri just before his flight. He stared at the screen for a few seconds.
“Goten? Is that you?”
Goten was impressed that Reyn was able to tell it was him just from that awkward mumble.
“Yeah, it’s me. Just thought I’d give you a call and ask how you’re doing.”
“Oh? I thought you were calling to brag about your new status.”
Goten opened his mouth, then closed it; he had deserved that. He sighed. “Listen, I’m sorry about everything. I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. I know I’m an asshole through and through, but thank you. I will always be grateful.”
Reyn let out a sigh filled with annoyance. He knew all of that, just as he had known that Goten had loved him in his own way, he probably still did.
“I’m not really sure what you want to hear. That I forgive you? I was never angry with you in the first place.”
“Um… Aren’t you? I find it hard to believe. Err… Well, I just wanted to know how you were doing and let you vent to your heart’s content. It took me a long time to finally contact you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I bet you’re calling from his office without his knowledge anyway.”
“Ugh.”
Reyn chuckled. “You never change…”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Take care, Goten. Thanks for calling.”
“Um, yes. Goodbye.”
Goten finished the call and turned off the computer. On autopilot, he left the office and walked downstairs. His mind started working only after he found himself back in the lecture, the professor’s voice droning away in the auditorium. He thought about his reaction, and that the conversation with Reyn had actually been downright anticlimactic. Then again, Reyn didn’t like drama. He had called and got what he wanted. Something still felt not right.
“Huh? You were saying something?”
Kyon gave the third-class a look; the lecture had ended about five minutes ago, and Goten was still sitting in his place, staring the whiteboard in front of them. He had tried to catch his friend’s attention for a while.
“Is everything alright?” Kyon wondered.
Goten nodded. He seemed to finally notice that besides them there was no one else in the auditorium. “Want to go to the officers’ club after we are done with the kitchen?” he suggested.
Kyon thought about it. “Hmm… Sure, but it’s full moon, so I doubt it will be open.”
It was open.
“So what’s troubling you?” Kyon asked him as soon as Goten slid into the booth across from him.
The third-class lowered two tumblers of beer, then sighed at the sight of Ranvera entering the club and went to get one more. He owed the man big time.
“So did you call him?” Ranvera asked after he gulped down a mouthful.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Called whom?” Kyon wondered.
“His ex,” the other second-class explained with a chuckle.
“Ehh?”
“It’s not what you think. I just wanted to apologize to him and… Well, I suppose to say a proper goodbye.”
“So have you?” Ranvera asked, drinking another mouthful.
“I have, yeah. It didn’t exactly go as I thought it would. He is…too understanding for his own good.”
“Huh, I wish I could say that about you,” Kyon told Ranvera.
“Don’t start.”
Silently, they nursed their tumblers. There were just a couple more savars and officers about. Most of the others were in their rooms, already in their beds to avoid the moonlight.
“So did you ask him for that week off?”
With a sigh, Goten lowered his forehead onto the table. “I haven’t, not yet.”
“You don’t have that much time left,” Kyon informed him.
“I know, I know.” Goten exhaled loudly. “It’s just that… Ugh. That marriage is pure scam. Almanda marrying my father...? Eww.”
Kyon gave Ranvera a look. Both of them shrugged. Goten had received an invitation to the wedding ceremony a few days ago. It was going to be held on Earth, and this was where Almanda was going to stay for the time being. Goten was still unhappy about the marriage and had his reservations. He was thinking of boycotting the marriage by not going to the ceremony, but, in fact, knew that he would not do that to them. They would need his support.
“Ah, fuck it,” the third-class summed up his thoughts into his tumbler and took a swig. “Fuckity fuck,” he repeated after swallowing. He finished his beer and went to get some more. The bright-colored interior of The Legendary still creeped him out. If anyone had asked him his opinion, he would have told them that the entire “legendary” concept idea sucked. They should have built a club celebrating beer or vodka or steak or maybe cutlets or just alcohol and food in general.
“What?” he wondered when he returned with beer and sat back down at their table. Both Kyon and Ranvera were giving him strange looks. Actually, after having looked around, he realized that the entire club was staring at him.
“Are you doing this intentionally?” Ranvera wondered.
“It’s better you stop,” Kyon advised with a frown. “I can’t imagine he would like that.”
“Um? What? Who?”
ooOoOoOoo
It was nearly two o’clock in the morning. Awakened form his sleep, the prince nearly growled at the clock. Someone was banging on the fucking door. He looked at the other side of the bed. Fucking Goten was still missing. He grabbed his bathrobe from the floor and flung it on.
“I’m gonna rip you a new one!” he cursed, stumbling towards the door. “You fucking forgot how to use a fucking door handle?” he spat, throwing the door open, slamming it in his bodyguard’s face. The man grabbed at his hurting nose but kept his hold on the third-class.
With the guard’s hand locked around his wrist, Goten rushed into the corridor while trying to shake him off. The look on Goten’s face chased the prince’s anger away at once. It was a mix of pure bewilderment and disbelief.
“What hap-?” And then a cloud of pheromones hit the prince. Unsure, he frowned and inhaled again. He lowered his eyes to the third-class’s erect crotch. “The hell?”
“Help?” Goten muttered desperately, still trying to push the guard away and through the door back into the corridor outside. “Get lost, you!”
The prince’s hand closed around his guard’s upper arm, making the man grunt in pain. “Let go of him this instant. Get out,” he ordered when the guard’s fingers finally unclasped from Goten’s wrist. Visibly baffled, the guard bowed and left the apartment. Trunks slammed the door shut after him. He turned to Goten, whose bewilderment seemed to only increase with every passing second.
“What the hell?” Trunks repeated in disbelief. He took Goten by his arm intending to lead him further into the room, but the third-class jolted at his touch and stayed rooted to the floor. In response to his touch, though, the cloud of pheromones around him became even denser.
“Goten?” the prince called softly. If he, a half-blood, was able to smell him so clearly, a pureblood… It was no wonder the bodyguard hadn’t wanted to let go of him. “How old are you, again?”
“What the fuck is this shit?!” Goten growled and nearly choked on his own labored breath. “The fuck I am getting hard for?”
Trunks watched the panicky Saiyan carefully. “Has this happened to you before?”
“You kidding me?”
“So has it or has it not?”
“No, it hasn’t!”
“Come,” Trunks said, taking him by his upper arm again. Goten let out a sound he hadn’t heard before – something between a choke and a whine. Ignoring the sound, he dragged the other man to his bedroom and pushed him straight into the bed. There wasn’t much else he could do after all. He needn’t have worried about the third-class protesting either. Whether it was the room and bed soaked through in his scent or the clear prospect of sex, Goten’s thought process had considerably dimmed. There was pure lust on his face now. Trunks suspected that it was going to be a long night.
He shook his bathrobe off and, as soon as he took Goten’s trousers off, the third-class jumped him, and the two of them entangled into a mesh of bodies and limbs. It didn’t even matter to him that they were still half-dressed.
“Goten, wait. What a second!”
Nonetheless, the third-class wasn’t keen on waiting or even listening to him. Trunks finally managed to dislodge himself from Goten and shove him on his back. Goten, annoyed by the loss of contact, growled. The prince grunted in disbelief at that sound of annoyed displeasure. However, once Trunks’ lips engulfed his cock, the third-class’s mouth let out a much more content sound, and the back of his head dug back into the pillow underneath him. His hands gripped at Trunks’ head.
The prince had only given head once in his lifetime; usually it was given to him. He hadn’t been certain he was any good at it, but Goten was moaning and grunting at the top of his lungs, making him think that he was the King of Blowjobs. Or at least the prince.
Goten came at about the same time when Trunks started tugging at himself through his underwear. With the back of his hand, he wiped the dripping seed off his chin.
“Better?”
The third-class gave him a woozy look. For a few moments he just lay there, sprawled on his back. He seemed to try and assess what had just happened. He did feel better, most of that crazy, pent up energy and urge were gone now. Still, his lower half felt weird. Even his head felt weird. There was a big, fuzzy ball in his brain. As if he were sleepy, but at the same time very agitated.
“A little.”
Goten was obviously confused and uneasy, and Trunks felt sympathetic towards him. He leaned down to kiss his lover on his mouth lightly to calm him down. He chuckled when Goten frowned at the taste and smell of himself.
“I don’t think this is something you need to worry about,” Trunks said, patting Goten’s thigh next to his flaccid member. “It will pass in several days. It might become a bit worse at first as it’s not even full-moon yet. But, really, the only unusual thing about this is that this is your first time experiencing it.”
“I don’t like it. It makes me…weird and stupid. Others become stupid too! Did you see the guard?”
Trunks wondered about that. He didn’t remember ever being so anxious. He had rather enjoyed himself at the time, a lot in fact. He had fucked for over a week to his heart’s content, and it had been one of the greatest weeks in his life. Well, perhaps, it had been so because it had also been his first time discovering sex. Goten seemed to be anxious about how overwhelming it was and how it made one lose control.
“Well, the only thing I can help you with is to make it more bearable. It won’t disappear just because you want it to. It might actually make it last longer if you resist. And, to be honest, I see no reason why you should. You’re in a very favorable position: you have a steady partner, plenty of time, and a private apartment.”
Goten stared up at him, then shrugged. It was probably just as Trunks had said, but it didn’t mean that he liked it. And how about the lectures and kitchen duty and training? He raised himself a bit to reach out for the front of prince’s underwear. After pressing his palm down there, he discovered that Trunks had softened while lecturing him.
“Done talking?”
Trunks chuckled. “Oh? Getting naughty again?”
“You bet I am.”
The prince removed Goten’s palm from his mostly limp cock and turned to dig in the drawers next to the bed to retrieve the tube of lubricant they usually used and a pack of condoms. Goten’s dark, hooded eyes watched him move about on the bed. Impatient, he got behind Trunks and slipped his hands down his lover’s hips, pushing his underwear down to expose his ass. The prince tossed the condoms and the lubricant behind him and wriggled about to get out of his underwear. He barely managed to kick it away when Goten’s hand pressed on his lower back, sliding up, pushing him down and bending him over. He let the third-class guide him and got on all fours, then on his elbows.
It took about a minute for Goten to find the lubricant, squeeze out some on his fingers, and warm it up. Holding his palm up so that the liquid didn’t start dripping onto the sheets, the third-class brushed his fingertips around and over the other male’s anus. After massaging and letting him to get used to the incoming intrusion, he slid two fingers in, then pressed down lightly, letting the lubricant trickle inside. A few in and out motions, then the fingers slipped out and rubbed the excess lubricant over Trunks’ cock and balls.
“You ready?”
“Yes, go for it.”
The prince heard one of the condom packets tear, then the rubber pop and snap down on the cock’s base. Goten got more comfortable behind him, then pushed in. It slipped in easily, Trunks barely needing to adjust to the length inside him. The third-class set a rhythm, and Trunks expected to just follow it, but it didn’t go as planned. After a moment or two, Goten pulled out, flipped him over, pushed back in none too gently, and continued thrusting. All before he could even say anything. Yet all protests got stuck in his throat when he saw the raw lust on Goten’s face.
Trunks wasn’t very comfortable at first, but once he lifted his hips and hooked his ankles over Goten’s back, he could enjoy it as well. Despite him not being a pureblood, Goten’s pheromones were doing their work impeccably. He could only guess how strong a pureblood would be affected. Dazed, he closed his eyes to concentrate on the cock pumping in and out of his ass. It felt amazing. He could tell that he was sweating like a pig. Both of them were.
He came with a stifled groan, his cock spurting seed over his stomach. Goten didn’t stop, though. He pushed in and out past his clenching muscles, making him grunt and claw at his back in protest. He didn’t know whether Goten had come or not, but the man hadn’t relented at all. He tried to wiggle out from under Goten, but the other male kept him firmly in place. His struggles had also given Goten’s cock better access, and it hit a different angle now, making his body seize up. His reaction didn’t go unnoticed, Goten now folding him nearly in half, thrusting in as deep as he could.
Trunks could feel the beaded sweat run down his temple. His ass was burning either in pain or pleasure, maybe both, and his head was swimming with lust. Goten was rubbing his body against him, whether consciously or not, and the pheromones had robbed him of any coherent thought.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten opened his eyes. It took him a moment to remember how he ended up in the prince’s bedroom. He turned quickly to look at the other side of the bed, but it was empty. He rolled out of the bed and went to open the blinds. It was clearly way past nine. He didn’t feel well. It was the main reason why he had woken up. His head hurt and his stomach felt weird. It suddenly bubbled and his hand flew to his mouth. He dashed into the bathroom and doubled over the toilet.
After throwing up, he felt a little better and lay down on the cool, tiled floor.
That was how Trunks found him: sleeping, curled into a fetal position, and shivering on cold floor. For some reason, the bathroom floor was wet.
“Goten?” he called while tossing one of the towels over the frozen Saiyan. “Hey, get up. Let’s move you to bed.”
Goten’s eyes opened. Grunting, he sat up and realized that his teeth were chattering from the cold. He wrapped himself in the proffered towel. “Huh? What time is it?”
“Up,” Trunks said, grabbing him by his elbows to pull him to his feet. “You’ll be much more comfortable in bed. Do you still feel sick?”
Goten shook his head. He didn’t. He just felt exhausted. He toweled himself off. Trunks opened the door, and Goten staggered back into the bathroom when the smells hit him.
“Oh, gods,” he muttered, covering his nose.
“Yeah,” Trunks agreed, pushing him out of the bathroom again. “A little overwhelming. I’ll open the windows.”
Goten made it to the bedroom, where the smell was even stronger, much stronger. “For fuck’s sakes,” Goten groaned, falling into the bed. He bounced right back up. “It reeks!”
“Doesn’t smell bad to me,” Trunks said while opening the windows. “I find the smell pleasant, actually.”
Goten gave him an incredulous look. Trunks blushed. Fresh air suddenly flooded the rooms, and even if it was hot and dry, it was the best thing the third-class had ever smelled. Still shivering, he dug into the bedding and rolled about until he had turned himself into a cocoon with only his nose out.
“Any idea what’s wrong with me?” he muttered even though he could barely keep himself from falling asleep.
Trunks walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. “Just as I said, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.” He chuckled at the disbelieving look on Goten’s face. “What effect does the full moon usually have on you?”
Goten shook his head. “It’s not the full moon. I’ve never…”
“I’ve contacted your father,” Trunks interrupted him. “Just in case. And he said that this latest experience of yours might have something to do with the fact that your chemistry has changed.”
Confused, Goten stared at him blankly. He grimaced. “What’s with that?”
“Basically, your kind develops slower and reaches its full potential at later stages of their lives than Saiyans. Apparently, you being able to turn into the Legendary shows that certain changes have transpired within your body. I think what just happened to you was just something every Saiyan teenager goes through at a pretty early age. You’ll learn to control it with time.” Trunks chuckled and patted Goten’s back. “No, no, it’s really something everyone goes through.”
“I can’t believe you talked to my father about this.”
“Well… Who else can I talk to about this? By the way, when were you going to tell me about their upcoming wedding?”
“Ugh. One of these days. I’ll also need several days off to attend it. So how long does it usually last?”
“Do you still feel the effects?”
“Mmm… I’m not sure. I probably don’t. I’m just very tired. Will it come back in the evening?”
“It probably will. As for how long it lasts…” Trunks gave him an uncertain look. “That usually depends on an individual. A few days? A week?”
Goten was horrified. “You mean I will be like this every full-moon? I can’t think straight!”
Trunks laughed.
“There’s nothing funny about this!” Goten spat. “It’s fucking annoying!”
The grin disappeared from the prince’s face. “Yes, I know. I am sorry. But don’t worry, with time you’ll learn to control it. Everyone does.”
“Control it?”
Trunks flinched at Goten’s shrieking and hysterical voice.
“Control it?” Goten repeated. “I can’t control it! It controls me!”
“Goten, it might seem so at first and it’s no wonder that you’re scared, but there’s really nothing to worry about. In the worst-case scenario, I’ll just have problems sitting.”
The third-class shook his head at the poor attempt to pacify him. “What if someone jumps me, or I jump someone? Right in the middle of a lecture? I can’t trust myself! Sparing or staying in the kitchens might be also problematic. I… What?” he asked after having trailed off at the strange look Trunks was giving him.
In his head, the prince went through what he wanted to say a few times. He didn’t want Goten to get mad at him, but there seemed to have been a misunderstanding.
“I am pretty sure you understand that, for the time being, you will have to stay in my apartment?”
Goten was confused at first then it dawned on him. “You mean not leaving here for a few days? Eh? And you say this is nothing to worry about?”
“I thought it was self-explanatory. I can’t let you roam about in the state you’re in. I remember very well how it was for me and what I did, so I hope you understand.”
It seemed at first that Goten would explode right in his face, but then the third-class’s expression smoothed out and the defiant fire disappeared from his dark eyes.
“On one condition.”
This was clearly a trap. Trunks rolled his eyes. “Shoot.”
“I want to hear about how it was for you.”
Trunks chuckled at the unexpected request. “Are you sure it’s not affecting you?”
“Nah, I’m always like this.”
Trunks wondered if it was really alright to tell Goten about it. It probably was, since he knew that the third-class already presumed most of what he was about to tell.
“First time it hit me, I had it really bad. I’d say much worse than you as I was still a kid back then, barely eleven. It was so bad that I forced myself on a servant whom I fancied a little. I am pretty sure he liked me back, but one of my mentors caught us in the middle of the action, beat the living hell out of the servant, and gave me a long-winded lecture about my scandalous behavior.”
“Was it Ealdira Fidan?”
Just as he had thought, Goten had been aware. “Yes. Then, you probably know what happened next.”
“Pretty much the entire Empire knows. You two had been fucking for years.”
Trunks blanched. “Ugh. Yes, that’s the truth,” he agreed.
“Don’t you think he took advantage of you? You were just a kid.”
The prince blinked at him. “Uh, advantage? There was nothing in it for him.” He rubbed at his chin sheepishly. “It was the complete opposite. I was the one to tell him that if he forbade me from seeing that second-class servant, he’d better take his place.”
Goten gave him a disbelieving look. “You, crazy ass. A second-class? You practically blackmailed Fidan!”
Trunks felt that he was getting annoyed. Why was it that, when it came to his and Ealdira’s relationship, Goten was never jealous or worried? What the hell?
“No, I just challenged him and the next thing I knew I was getting the shit fucked out of me and I loved every second of it! Get it?”
“Why the hell are you getting angry with me? It isn’t my fault or anything, and you said you liked it.”
The prince glared at him. “In any case, that’s the story. Full-moon barely affects me nowadays.”
“Lucky you.”
Still a little annoyed, Trunks stood up. “I have to go back to my office now. I’ll send someone with food, but they will leave it at the door, and you’ll have to pick it up.”
“Alright.”
“Don’t get too upset. It’s probably just for a couple of days.”
“I’ll try.”
Goten watched the other man disappear in the corridor, then heard him put his boots on and, once the door closed, he settled back into the bed comfortably. He grinned. Trunks was an idiot. This was going to be the best vacation ever.
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