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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
- 78
- 79
- 80
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), beta-read by werewolfflutist
Part 79
Goten slept until evening. When he woke up, he felt much better, his head clearer. He was also famished. After having left the bed, he found two plates of food on the kitchen counter. He wasn’t sure who had brought those, as he had heard and sensed nothing while asleep. He could have easily been killed.
Rolling his eyes at himself for these unsettling thoughts, he went to the bathroom. On his way back to the plates of food, he grabbed the prince’s bathrobe to cover his nakedness, just in case someone else decided to pay him a visit.
He cleared the plates in a few seconds and went to pour himself a mugful from the tap. He emptied the mug, then pushed it away, burping loudly. He went to sit back in the chair at the table. Trunks, most likely, wasn’t going to return from his office for a couple more hours. Goten didn’t want to sleep anymore. He felt perfectly fine, sated and ready to do something. He wondered if Trunks was alright after yesterday’s vigorous sex session. It was no joke, even though Trunks had tried to brush it off in the morning. The prince wasn’t fragile, far from that, but things weren’t supposed to go up one’s butt, and he had been rough with Trunks yesterday. Trunks’ uncanny workload complicated things even more.
With a sigh, Goten stood up and looked around the room. The proof of yesterday’s activities was still present: their scattered clothes, a discarded condom that had mysteriously found its way out of the bedroom, and a trail of tissues leading back there. He opened the windows to air the rooms, cleaned up a bit, then discovered that he also needed clean underwear, as the front of his was disgustingly crispy. Frowning, he tossed it into the washing machine and went to dig in the bedside cabinet’s drawers in hopes of finding a spare pair of Trunks’ underwear.
“Hah,” the third-class muttered at the sight of a bright pink dildo in one of the drawers. He wasn’t sure what had surprised him more – the rubber cock itself or its color. He took it out of the drawer by its suction cup base to get a better look. Pink and see-through. Why? Wouldn’t the natural color be better? He put the index finger on the tip of the rubbery cock, pressed lightly, bending it then letting go. It sprung back. He took a sniff at it. Nope, didn’t smell of ass. It had a strong, artificial smell of a substance made in a factory. Brand new. Well, he would have been rather surprised if Trunks had found enough time or even felt the need to use the toy. He barely had enough time to sleep.
The rubber cock jumped in his hand again when he bent it. Lovely.
Forgetting all about the underwear, he suctioned the cock on top the cabinet and dug deeper into the drawer in hopes of finding more similar objects. Yet, his search proved to be futile as the only other things he had found were their usual condoms and lubricant. He thoroughly checked the other drawers but found no more toys. Luckily, he found a goldmine of underwear and claimed one pair as his. After having put it on, with a loud pop, he peeled the rubber cock off the cabinet and put it back where he had found it.
Ten minutes later, he sat down in front of the empty plates again. The faint smell of food made him get up and check the fridge. Nope, nothing new had appeared there. It was disappointingly empty as always. The prince had a bad habit of never storing any food. All he kept in the fridge were a few bottles of water to keep them cool for when he returned from their exhausting spars or after sex.
This full-moon thing sucked. And to think he had been so stupid a year ago to attack that poor bugger during full-moon training. If he ever left this apartment and the poor guy was still alive, he would apologize.
Goten trudged around the rooms, even washed his plates, then finally settled in front of the laptop in the living room and spent an hour watching videos of famous martial arts competitions. He had also managed to find a few of Ario’s and Toharu’s, even though they had only competed on the level of preparatory schools. He watched one of Toharu’s and then turned it off. It was just too sad, and he felt like crying. Right, he still hadn’t thought of what to say to Ario. He’d rather meet him in person. Not that he knew what he would say then either.
When it became dark outside, he found himself on a shoddy porn site with people putting apples and eggplants up their asses. He was half-horrified and half-aroused. Then, one unfortunate guy ended up shattering a glass jar up in his ass, blood and glass shards spilling all over the floor, and Goten closed the site, then even the laptop.
“That’s fucked up,” he gave his verdict to the laptop.
A soft click echoed through the corridor, and soon Trunks appeared in the doorway. He was carrying a bag, which Goten quickly identified as his dinner. It smelled mouthwatering.
Trunks pointed at Goten’s crotch. “Hm? Is this because of me or the food?”
“I wish I could say that it’s because of you or the food but, actually, I’ve just watched a glass jar break in a guy’s ass. I think he might have bled to death.”
“And that turned you on? Really?” Trunks wondered while carrying the bag with food to the kitchen counter. “I didn’t think you had such a sadistic streak in you.”
“I don’t. It freaked me out.”
Trunks chuckled. “So it’s a freak boner.”
Goten shrugged. He walked over to the counter to help Trunks arrange their dinner. They set the plates on the table, found some forks, and sat down to eat.
“So how was work?”
Trunks gave him a bright smile around the cutlet. “I finally received a promising application for a shiyu’s position.”
“Oh? Congrats. Anyone you know?”
“No, but he’s someone Ardo knows. And, as long as Ardo is happy with him, I’m happy too.”
Goten stabbed his salad. “Ardo is an ass,” he declared.
“So are you, so you’re not qualified to judge.”
“Now you’ll have two asses in your office.”
“And one at home. Aren’t I a lucky guy?”
Goten sighed. “Whatever. Let’s hope he gets his work done.”
“Feel any better or worse?” Trunks asked him.
“Hmm… Not really. I definitely feel some influence, but it’s nothing like yesterday. Not yet at least.”
“It’s still pretty early.”
“Yeah.”
“So what did you do all day? Except watching that weird porn. Or was that all you did today?”
“I slept and then cleaned up a bit. Can you tell?”
Trunks cast his eyes around. “Yes, I suppose I do. Good job. Next time you can also wash the clothes.”
“Fuck off. Am I a maid?”
“You can wash yours too.”
“Deal.”
They were done eating. It took Goten only a few minutes to clean the table, put the bag away and wash the dishes, but, once he was done, he found Trunks asleep on the sofa.
“Go to bed,” he said to Trunks, giving him a light nudge on the shoulder.
The prince mumbled something, staggered up and wobbled over into the bedroom. Goten followed his lover, watching him fall onto the bed, face down, clothes and all. The third-class left him just like that and returned to the living room. The moonlight didn’t affect him yet, so he wanted to let Trunks rest.
Goten turned the laptop back on to surf through the various videos until he became thoroughly bored and decided to move on to porn sites. The full moon was already affecting him, but it was nothing as bad as yesterday, and, after having jerked off twice, he trusted himself enough to join Trunks in their bed for a goodnight’s sleep.
ooOoOoOoo
Trunks slept with his hair loose, and it sometimes made for an interesting sight. It spread around his head like a violet halo, got into his mouth and eyes. Frankly, Goten didn’t understand why Trunks didn’t just cut it as he would just tie it anyway every morning to keep it out of his face. He had actually liked Trunks’ hair better when it had been short. The hair texture and feel were very different than that of Saiyan hair. It didn’t feel firm or thick, instead it was smooth and rather squishy. And, according to Trunks, it grew to indefinite length, which was the most bizarre thing about it.
The siren was about to go off, and Goten enjoyed the last moments of silence. Trunks’ back was turned to him, the man obviously still very much asleep. Most of that purple, smooth hair was pooling on the pillow, revealing the nape of his neck. Seized by a sudden impulse, Goten shifted closer and brought his nose forward to inhale. His morning wood twitched in response to the familiar scent, hardening even more. Goten’s tongue darted out to taste. The skin was somewhat salty. Had Trunks been sweating in his sleep? Oh right, he hadn’t even taken a shower yesterday after having returned, just fell asleep like a log.
Kissing his way down from the nape and to the prince’s back, Goten got him to lie flat on his stomach while pressing himself against his back.
“I’ve got a long day ahead,” Trunks, who had woken up at some point, muttered. He wasn’t protesting the handling physically, though, and Goten could sense that he didn’t really mind. Perhaps, he also thought he owed it to him as he had just fallen asleep yesterday without doing anything.
“I won’t put it in,” Goten promised and felt the man underneath him relax completely.
Goten got his underwear down, instructed Trunks to lift his hips higher and shoved his dick in between Trunks’ thighs. Precome wasn’t quite enough so he added some spit to lessen the friction. It did feel good. Trunks was stroking himself, his hips moving, pushing back against Goten’s pelvis.
“Put it in,” he grunted out a little bit later.
Goten’s hips stopped moving for a second. “Uh. You sure?”
“Yes! Just do it faster.”
Goten quickly found the lubricant in the drawer, poured a generous amount of it on his fingers, shoved them into Trunks’ ass, twirled them about to lubricate and stretch, waited several seconds for him to relax and adjust, pulled his digits out, lubricated his dick as well and pushed in. It went in easily, Trunks accepting him with a satisfied groan. Then they both started at the morning siren outside. Goten waited for a few moments for the muscles around his shaft to unclench then started moving. His pace was quick at once. He could tell that Trunks was comfortable with it by the way he met his thrusts. One of his fists was clenching the bedding near his head while the other was tugging at himself.
Both of them came barely a minute later. A few moments later, dazed, Trunks rolled out of the bed. He cursed softly at how wobbly his feet felt. Morning sex was never a good idea. It usually made him sluggish all throughout the day. He trudged over to the bathroom.
He had never been so hung up on sex before. Except for his teenage days. Back then he could only think about sex, just like now. For some reason, when it came to sex, Goten was almost always the initiator. It was not that he wanted it less than Goten. It just somehow never occurred to him to just do it whenever he wanted it. Goten did it, took him, whenever he just felt like it, and that was pretty often.
Sniggering at himself and his sentimental mood, Trunks finished showering. While toweling himself off, he left the bathroom and stopped at the sight of Goten already in his uniform.
“Huh? Where do you think you’re going?”
“First to the canteen and then to the lectures.”
“Um. No.”
“Yes. I feel perfectly fine.”
Trunks wanted to push the matter further but held back at the warning in the dark eyes. In their relationship, he had no power to forbid Goten anything. The only thing his selfish demands and protests would have resulted in was an angry Goten’s escape from the apartment. The prince watched the man disappear in the corridor.
“Wash your hands at least!” he grunted, dismayed.
Goten sniffed at his hands. “Oh yeah, a good idea.”
“You pig.”
ooOoOoOoo
Confused, Goten stared at the bundle of fancy envelopes Trunks had pushed into his hands. The third-class had just been sent for and had to present himself to the Taisa in his office. The atmosphere in the office was ominous, and he didn’t know what he had done to deserve it.
“What’s this?”
“Letters,” the prince spat out the obvious angrily, walking back to his chair. “For you,” he grunted, taking his usual seat at his desk. Ungracefully, he motioned for Goten to take one of the chairs on the other side of his desk.
Unsure what this was about, and why the prince was angry, the third-class took a seat and started going through the sealed envelopes. Bright red, sparkly yellow, eye-catching blue, blinding green. Goten read quickly what was on them. He knew most of the senders’ renowned surnames. He spread the envelopes in front on him on the desk. This was an official matter.
“Is this really what I think it is?”
Trunks scowled at him. “Just read them.”
Goten took one of the bright-colored envelopes, broke the seal, and took out the letter. After reading it, he folded it again and slid it back into the envelope, out of his sight.
“House Talami hopes to come into favorable contact with House Bardock,” he recited, “and, in order to do so, are offering one of their daughters.” Goten pushed the envelope across the desk, towards Trunks, who pushed it aside, away from them both. “This is worse than I thought,” he muttered.
“Why don’t you read the rest of them?” Trunks suggested with a malicious glint in his eyes. He had expected this to happen after the word would have spread that Goten Bardock was a Legendary. The news had accelerated and reached interstellar speed after his mother’s visit. Must have been the Royal Guards. Predictable, yet annoying.
“House Ridan would be overjoyed if I married their only heir,” Goten said in a minute after having read one more letter. “My god. Is that even legal? It says here that he is only ten.”
Trunks only response was a shrug.
“House Lamanti is generously offering me to pick one of their three daughters. One is five, the other is twenty and the last one is sixty-three.”
“You should probably go for the middle one,” Trunks advised him generously.
The third-class glared at him and opened one more envelope. His face brightened.
“Oh, this one seems to be a simple greeting. Ugh, no,” he said in a moment, disappointed. “I’m apparently invited to an official dinner where I can pick between a son and a daughter.”
The other three letters were of similar nature. Goten piled the envelopes on Trunks’ desk again and, horrified, kept staring at the bundle.
“Am I supposed to answer this gibberish?”
“The most celebrated houses of the Saiyan Empire prostrate themselves before you, and you call it ‘gibberish’?”
Goten gave Trunks a searching look. Well, of course, neither of them was happy about this, but…
“How many similar letters have you received?”
Suddenly, Trunks seemed uncomfortable and, at the same time, proud. “Every House sent theirs in.”
Goten laughed. “Splendid. Then you definitely know how to turn them down and will help me do it politely.”
Trunks lowered his hands palms down onto the desk. That was exactly the problem. “Hmm…” He shook his head. “No. I never turned anyone down. I expressed my utmost thanks for their generous proposals and sent my agreement for the possible future intermarriage.”
Goten stared at him. “You what?”
The prince sighed at first, then shrugged. “It’s just a formality. By all standards, I am free, and there is no reason to strictly refuse anyone without cause.”
The third-class took the bunch of letters into his hands again. “You mean you are just leading all of them on? Just in case one day you decide to pick someone from these poor bastards?”
“Well, this is what a political marriage is about. Getting these letters is…”
Goten let the envelopes fall back onto the desk. “I get it. Every prominent elite gets them, and all these people have been promised to about a hundred others.”
“Well, that more or less sums it up.”
“This is freakin’ stupid.”
“You can start answering them now. I am pretty sure that many more letters are to come.”
“Fuck me sideways. You know I hate writing, and also make quite a few grammatical mistakes.”
“I’ll check your letters afterwards.”
Goten leered. “I bet you will. Just in case I agree to marry someone in secret.”
“Shut up, will you?”
ooOoOoOoo
“Trunks?”
“Mm?”
Goten watched the prince, who wasn’t really paying attention to him, still absorbed in the documents he had brought to his flat from the office.
“It’s not my fault they sent me those letters.”
Trunks raised his head from the papers to look at him. “I never said it was.” Goten rolled his eyes, and, with a sigh, the prince lowered the documents onto the coffee table. “I know, I know. I am sorry. I’m not angry with you, just… The entire situation is unpleasant; you will keep receiving more of those letters.”
“Do you want to make us official? That would prevent similar situations in the future.”
“Umm… By ‘official’ you mean…?” Trunks trailed off, trying to read the atmosphere.
Goten walked over to the sofa and sat down next to him. “Well, I could tell them that I am already engaged to you or something along the lines. No one would dare to overstep your authority.”
Trunks nodded. “They would not. They would also send you congratulation and apology letters.” Yet, Goten, just as him, would always stay in everyone’s radar and a day would come when he would accept one of those letters as he did want to leave offspring. It would be strange if he didn’t. It was vital for the entire nation that he passed on his blood.
“You’re thinking about something very unpleasant, aren’t you?”
The prince shifted under Goten’s scrutinizing eyes. “I was thinking that you are still going to accept one of these letters someday.”
“No, I won’t. I will never pick anyone from these prominent elite houses. I’m a third-class and I am against that kind of thing.”
“I don’t think anyone cares at this point.”
“That’s not true and you know it.”
Trunks shrugged. He had never thought that he would appreciate the fact of himself being of mixed race, but it was probably the only reason Goten wasn’t able to put him on an “elite”, “second-class” or “third-class” shelf in his head. Oh, Goten had tried, he definitely had, but luckily, it hadn’t worked. It was also a mystery why he insisted on thinking about himself as a third-class.
“So you don’t mind us announcing our engagement publicly?”
Goten blinked at him. “Are you proposing to me?”
Trunks was taken aback then realized that, yes, it was exactly what he should do if he was so upset about this kind of situation. “Um, yes, I am. So how about it?”
If one didn’t know the prince, they would think that he sounded sincere and composed. Goten knew better, though. He could see his widening eyes, could sense his sudden discomfort. The man was freaking out. Trunks still had reservations. It was understandable, but very unpleasant nonetheless. Yet, last time it happened, it had, more or less, been resolved by Trunks voicing his thoughts. Perhaps all Trunks needed was to have his fears acknowledged.
“Let’s postpone this conversation to time indefinite.”
The prince’s face exploded in red. “Uh. I…”
“It’s alright.”
Trunks closed his eyes and sighed. He leaned back into the backrest and waited for the shameful heat to recede from his skin. He was relieved, even though, contrary to what Goten had said, nothing was alright. Every time the situation called for a long-term commitment, he nearly had a panic attack. What the hell was wrong with him? He was incredibly lucky that Goten seemed to understand and not push the matter any further.
“I’m sorry. I know I’m not making any sense.”
Goten shrugged. “I’d lie if I said it doesn’t bother me, but there’s really no rush for anything official. Your mother was right, we do have all the time in the universe.”
Trunks leaned against his side. “I doubt I want to wait that long,” he muttered.
Goten chuckled. “You’re not supposed to wait. You’re supposed to enjoy it. In any case, how would you feel about going to my father’s wedding? The immediate heir showing the support, acknowledging their union and all that?”
“Of course, I will go. I already promised him.”
“Say what? Why haven’t I heard of it?”
ooOoOoOoo
“So, you’ve finally decided what you want me to pass on to Krameran? Great. Let me look up his address.”
“Wait. There’s no need. Ranvera has already sent him an email. We’ve also got his school address.”
Trunks’ fingers moved away from the keyboard, and he looked up from the computer screen. “Right. I keep forgetting that one of you knows how to use the Internet.”
Goten gave him the finger.
“Hn. Can I ask what you wrote to him, or is it a very untactful question?”
The third-class shrugged. “No, not really. I suppose, it’s the usual stuff about how we miss him, and that we hope he’s doing well. We would also like to meet with him.”
“I see. Well, good luck with that.”
“Thanks. Is that all?”
“Yes, you may go. Oh, right. Did you get the armor from Ardema?”
Goten’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “Yep! I picked the newest one. It doesn’t fit me too well size-wise, but I was told that I look good in it. You’re going to wear your usual one?”
“Of course.”
“Nice, it looks awesome. Why don’t you cut your hair as well?”
Surprised, Trunks brushed over the top of his head then seized the base of his ponytail. “My hair? Why?”
“It does look better when it’s short.”
“Oh. You think so? Really?” The prince tugged at his ponytail. “Alright. But I doubt anyone on the base is skilled enough to do that.”
Goten shrugged. “Want me to ask around?”
Trunks rubbed his chin, thinking. “Yes, do ask around. Thank you. You can also mention a decent pay.” He doubted he would be brave enough to get a haircut from a self-proclaimed hairdresser before going to the wedding, but it might be a good idea to try it after. It was not as if he was fond of long hair, and if Goten liked short hair more, then he was definitely going to get that haircut.
“By the way,” Trunks said, “were you two alone when Ardema told you that the armor looks good on you?”
Goten, who was about to go, faltered and turned around. “This again?” he muttered, not really surprised. Trunks’ face radiated demonstrative innocence, and the third-class could not help but laugh. Yet, he wondered if this was really just teasing, or if Trunks seriously entertained such ridiculous thoughts. It was probably the latter.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten was grateful for Trunks. He didn’t know what he would have done if he had needed to navigate the spaceport alone, then reach his father and Almanda. He would have found them eventually, would even have managed to somehow return to Vegeta-sei, but he would have also caused a lot of commotion, he was certain of that. He still couldn’t believe that the prince really took a vacation to go to his father’s wedding. Perhaps he finally realized that he had been overworking himself.
Once they left the spaceport, three armed Earthlings approached Trunks. Goten watched them greet each other then turned his scouter on, using the translator in order to understand what they were saying. The Humans were dressed in black: black suits, black shoes, black ties; only their shirts were white. They escorted Trunks and Goten to a parking lot and into a black limousine. Twenty minutes later, they drove into a nearby airport and climbed into a private jet.
“Can’t we just fly there on our own?” Goten wondered while belting himself to his seat. “I’m not a fan of aircraft in general.”
In the seat next to him, the prince stretched his legs out to be more comfortable. He would have preferred the Saiyan way of traveling as well, as his body was already stiff with days on a spaceship, but there were certain things to consider.
“You see,” he told Goten, “Earth consists of different nations, which protect their borders, be it land, sea, or air. We would create chaos if we just flew over them just like that. You can’t do that without prior notification. Besides, flying is considered ill-mannered.”
The third-class gave the prince a disbelieving look. “Flying? Ill-mannered? What kind of bullshit is that? Aren’t we flying in this aircraft anyway? Doesn’t it mean that everyone concerned have already been notified?”
“Hm. Well, planes are different. They can be contacted and identified. Perhaps, “ill-mannered” isn’t the right word. It’s more like…disconcerting?”
Trunks could see that Goten didn’t really grasp what he was saying. The third-class still appeared to be confused but had opted not to ask anything anymore.
The jet started moving towards the runway and soon they were airborne. Goten was obviously unhappy about the whole ordeal, but he bore it stoically. Trunks glanced at the security personnel, who had also belted themselves to the chairs near the airlock. The three men were professionals hired from a famous security company. He and his family had been using its services for over ten years now. The company was expensive, but asked nothing, and was discreet and professional.
Trunks had attended a fair amount of both Saiyan and Human weddings. They weren’t very different, and the goal was the same – an official start to a family. Human weddings, however, tended to be more bombastic and extravagant, while Saiyans concentrated on the short ceremony itself. Even the royal Saiyan weddings were short and to the point, with only the most prominent guests invited. It was considered a rather private, personal matter, while Humans tended to turn it into a grand celebration for all and sundry. Another difference was that Saiyans didn’t have priests or shamans. The wedding ceremonies were usually directed by the bride’s or groom’s father or both.
“It’s snowing there,” Trunks said. He had wanted it to be a surprise but was just too excited to see Goten’s reaction to snow. Besides, there might be snow already in the airport once they land.
“Snowing?” Goten repeated. “Like in the mountains?”
“Oh. You’ve seen snow?” Trunks asked, disappointed.
Goten’s eyebrows rose. “Well, of course I’ve seen snow. Who do you take me for?”
The prince was pouting, and Goten couldn’t help laughing. It was endearing, Trunks’ wish to surprise him.
ooOoOoOoo
It was dark when they reached the hotel. It had already been dark for most of their journey, as the sun set early in winter. The hotel was about fifty kilometers away from the house Kakarott had picked for the wedding venue. As far as Goten knew, they intended to live there. He didn’t think it was wise to arrange the wedding at the same house they intended to stay at and give away the location. There were bound to be people on both sides who might attempt something against the mixed couple. Then again, Goten doubted that there were going to be many guests at the wedding. He had never even seen any of his father’s friends. He had heard him talk about a few acquaintances but that was all. On the other hand, Almanda’s side… Goten hoped that Veden Grendal wasn’t the head of National Security for nothing and was going to siphon out suspicious people from his daughter’s wedding.
“Are they going to drive us tomorrow as well?” Goten asked while he and Trunks were getting ready for bed.
“Yes,” Trunks confirmed. “We get up at seven, have breakfast, and then leave at eight.”
The third-class’s eyes wandered to the door, behind which one of the Human security guys stood. He should have been used to bodyguards by now, but it just felt weird to be watched over by Humans. It didn’t even matter that they were armed with powerful ki-guns, it still felt weird as hell.
“By the way, careful with the bed,” Goten warned. “One broke on us once in a hotel.” Trunks gave him a look, and he was compelled to add: “No, I don’t think we were doing anything naughty on it. We just tried to sleep.”
ooOoOoOoo
Their limousine stopped in front of a gate. One of the security guys climbed out to converse with two Saiyans standing in front of it. The Saiyans immediately approached the car and tried to see into it through the tinted windshields. Trunks decided it was best to assure them personally and left the car with Goten following him. Once the prince had been recognized, they entered the territory without any trouble.
They were a little bit too early for the ceremony, but Goten nearly went into shock at the sight of a huge crowd already milling in the yard, trampling the melting snow. For some reason, he had believed that barely anyone would attend the wedding. Boycotting the wedding, going here to show his support? The joke was on him: in this mishmash of people, Kakarott wouldn’t even notice him. He knew some of the gathered guests. Most were second or third-classes, but there were also about fifteen elites. Unsurprisingly, there were three big clusters standing separately according to classes. The elites, obviously, were Almanda’s relatives. However, Goten also noticed Harada Lorimara amongst the guests, and the Head of Royal Division was of no relation to Almanda.
As was customary, all Saiyans were wearing their best armor. All Saiyan weddings took place in the open air, under the sky, no matter the weather conditions. They were lucky today as it wasn’t very cold, and the sun was out. Most Saiyans, though, had their ki-shields on as they weren’t used to cold air. The snow around their feet had already melted, and the yard was quickly turning into a slippery swamp.
Veden Grendal, just as Almanda had told Goten months ago, seemed to be overjoyed to have a third-class Legendary as his son-in-law. Proudly, he ushered people back and forth until the setting was to his liking. In about half an hour, he stood at the front of the crowd and called for attention. Everyone went quiet.
“Almanda Grendal and Kakarott Bardock, come forward.”
The two approached Veden and stood opposite him.
“All of us gathered here to witness your union. Are you ready?” After having received two “yeses”, Veden continued: “Then let there be no obstacles standing in your way.” He held out a palm-sized stone for his daughter. She took it, powered up and crushed in her hand.
“None,” she confirmed.
“None,” Kakarott said, repeating the gesture with another stone.
“And so you stand united before all,” Grendal said.
“So we do,” Kakarott and Almanda said in unison. They turned to face the witnesses.
Cheers and congratulations shook the air. The crowd surged forward as everyone wanted to personally congratulate the newlyweds.
While watching the ceremony, Goten’s reservations towards this marriage had disappeared completely. It was post factum now, done and over and nothing else mattered. All he could do now was to sincerely congratulate and wish them all the best. He found himself standing in front of them, tearing up and babbling something about happiness, shaking their hands. Almanda squeezed his hand awkwardly. She glanced at Kakarott, who laughed.
“A pleasant surprise, Your Highness,” Kakarott said after a moment.
“A pleasant occasion,” the prince answered, inclining his head with a smile. He nudged Goten to move forward, as the emotional third-class was blocking the way for others.
It took Goten a few moments. He turned to Trunks. “You told me that you had been invited.”“I did? Really?” Goten sighed.
ooOoOoOoo
It was two o’clock in the morning when the police arrived. Since nobody else paid any attention to the banging on the door and the echoing voices through the megaphone, it was Trunks who opened it. He measured the four uniformed men from head to toe. All of them were Humans. Two had ki-guns fastened to their waists. While he was inspecting them, the policemen, in turn, took in the unfolding action in the house: two TVs were on, one at the opposite end of the hall each. They were loud, the left one showing rugby, while there was some kind of animal hunting program on the right one. It wasn’t very clear what was happening in the hall. Some Saiyans were sitting on sofas and at the two tables, while the majority were passed out drunk on the floor. Full and empty bottles were strewn all over every imaginable surface in the room.
“Who are they?”
Trunks turned to Goten, who had suddenly appeared next to him, seemingly from nowhere. The youth was drunk just like the rest of the guests.
“The police,” he informed Goten. It didn’t seem that the third-class understood. “The local force which looks after the order.”
One of the four policemen kept saying something then fell silent and was looking at the two Saiyans in front of him expectantly. Goten turned his head to Trunks. “What’s he saying?”
“How should I know? I don’t speak Czech.”
The third-class gave him a disbelieving look. “You can’t understand other Humans? That’s fucked up!”
“You forget that there are many languages on Earth.”
“Whatever. Want me to bring a scouter?”
“That would be brilliant. Thank you.”
Goten pushed past the swaying bodies then fell over after trying to step over a lying one. Trunks turned back to the officers to give them an awkward smile.
Goten never returned, making Trunks spend about ten minutes in the company of the discontent policemen. He was about to go and get a scouter on his own, but then Almanda Grendal appeared at his side. After a few seconds of hesitation, she saluted him then turned to stare at the policemen.
“What do you want, Humans?”
“We need a scouter,” Trunks told her.
Frowning, the elite looked around the room then followed in Goten’s footsteps. She was much more successful, returning with a scouter in less than two minutes. She fitted it on her head and repeated the question.
“Well?” Trunks asked when one of the officers finally stopped his tirade.
Almanda was silent for a while, the look on her face bordering between annoyance and confusion. “They say I need legal permission to launch fireworks and that someone had pissed in the neighbor’s swimming pool. What the hell is ‘fireworks’?”
While Trunks found the bit about drunk Saiyans pissing in every nook imaginable not the least bit surprising, the firework story was strange. Saiyans didn’t use fireworks, they didn’t understand the concept of fireworks.
“Ah,” he said in a few seconds. “I think I know what it is.” He motioned for Almanda and the officers to follow him through the hall. They avoided the drunk Saiyans, successfully crossed the hall, then the kitchen and appeared outside in the backyard. Just as he had thought – “fireworks”.
“Goten, stop it.”
The third-class, who had been about to launch another ki-blast into the sky to follow the still visible blue one started. He turned, and Trunks was just in time to power up and bat the ki-ball flying at him up and into the sky.
“Hah. What? Wh-? You here?”
“The fuck you doing?” Trunks exploded at him and his accomplices, who were blinking their drunk eyes at him. There was absolutely no way any Saiyan would understand what harm a weak stray ki-ball could do. It was just harmless fun. Yet, now, Trunks had just been given an excuse to disband the ‘firework squad’. “Do you know how many million credits it will cost you if you hit one of the neighboring houses?” The prince jabbed his index finger up at the night sky angrily. “And if you hit one of the satellites, it will fucking cost you billions!”
Goten’s horrified face made the prince feel guilty, as he was pretty sure that there was no way these pathetic ki-discharges would ever reach a satellite.
“We are done!” Goten said. “We are done, guys,” he repeated when one of his partners in crime wanted to continue the merriments. “We are totally done.”
“Uh?”
“Done,” Goten insisted warningly one more time. “I’ll break your arm if you keep doing that. I’m not about to pay millions because of you!”
Trunks, Almanda, and the policemen watched them argue then they went inside the house to continue getting smashed.
“We good?” Almanda asked, staring at the policemen.
Trunks was certain that they were far away from good, and his thoughts were confirmed by the policemen handing over some papers to him. They must have decided that he was in charge here. He passed them on to the elite. Almanda huffed in annoyance.
“I can’t read this shit!”
“It’s probably a fine that you have to pay in a few days,” Trunks explained.
“Oh my fucking god. For pissing in a pool and launching a few ki-balls?” She growled. “What kind of a backward planet is this?!”
“The one where they like their swimming pools piss-free,” Trunks muttered under his breath while escorting the officers out of the house. “Good night, officers.”
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