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Unbeaten Paths	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Unbeaten Paths
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
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Chapter 9

MAD. Mad! Mad! Goten had gone completely MAD! Crazy. Nuts. Bonkers. Out of his mind. Insane. Without sanity. Mind blank. Impulse driven. ANYTHING BUT all the things Trunks loved about his boyfriend. (Really, was he still your boyfriend after he broke your leg and smashed in part of your face?) What the hell?!

His mother told him that it was probably something very normal. Like puberty or something. He doubted this, expressed these doubts and got the following lecture: "Well that's just so easy for you to say, isn't it, Trunks? Your father was around when you did it and he explained what was happening. Is Goten's father here? Besides, even if he did start the fight, you didn't exactly have to participate to the same level did you? Was there no way besides breaking both his arms to stop the fight?"

So. Yeah. There probably could have been a better way. But when you're getting your leg stomped on until it's in little shattered pieces, the first thought in your mind isn't: Oh, yes, I love him, I shall restrain myself. It's something more akin to 'THAT SLIMY BASTARD! I'LL RIP HIS GUTS OUT!' He hadn't ripped out Goten's guts, he just broke his arms and...

There was more of course. The urge to hurt Goten had been there, and the boy had obviously returned the urge, he was still snapping at him when Piccolo arrived to break them apart (Krillin came too, but he did very little besides drag Trunks home to his mama, while Piccolo had to deal with the biting and clawing of Goten's who's arms were hanging limp and swollen at his sides.)

The unanswered question plagued him. What if Goten was possessed by something? It was possible. Right? This thing that Goten was now couldn't be who he was going to grow up and become...could it?

His leg had been bad enough that his mother pulled out the rve rve beans (reserved for when his Father was especially idiotic that is.) Two senzus (TWO!) later, he was able to move again, and the bone was back to its trusty old normal self. Now he was stuck under some dictator-like house arrest whereby he was no allowed to be out of his mother's sight for more than a few moments. So, he sat with Bra a lot and played with her, trying to convince himself that he wasn't unhappy.

Right. And you don't want to know how Goten's doing with his arm that YOU broke.

His mother saw this, naturally, and gave him a sharp eye, one of those looks that screamed: 'I know what you're thinking.' "Trunks..." she said from the chair where she was sitting in the living room. "You understand, don't you?"

He tried to be very brave and mature and brilliant and obedient like all good sons should be, but it wasn't working. "No."

"If you and Goten fight like that again...Trunks there's nobody here strong enough to stop you. What if someone gets hurt?"

So? What if Goten was hurt right now? What if he was possessed by something and he was trying to fight it off only none of them were getting it? What if this and what if that. He was grown-up enough to make his own decisions.

"You're going to leave whether I tell you to stay or not, aren't you?"

"No," he said, but they both knew that he would. It wasn't right to sit here like this and just wait and see if something was going to happen, wait and see if their fathers were going to call and say 'oh by the way, Goten's perfectly normal' or something

"Fine," she said, with a worried look, "Go. He should still be at the capsule houses." She took Bra from him and ran her hand through his hair the way she used to when he was still little, kissed his forehead and mumbled something he did not even want to understand.

So he got up and left, flew the distance between his mother's house and his father's. Touched down outside of the capsule houses and looked across the ruined landscape where they had fought. Remembered what it felt like to be so angry, to be so hurt. Wondered if this was normal, why he wasn't more afraid or more worried or more annoyed. Goten had broken his leg. He had broken Goten's arms.

Humans wouldn't have done those things. Would they? No. Probably not, and yet here he was at the doorstep wanting to get in and see Goten, wanting to make sure that it was all okay and everything would be okay.

The door opened, Goten looked at him, arms healed (although scarred) and he sighed. "Thats some shit, wasn't it?"

Trunks nodded.

"Your Mom really forbid you from leaving her sight? Piccolo told mat sat she did, but I didn't think Bulma would really do that." A vague attempt at a smile.

"Piccolo stay with you all this time?" And they were being polite and cautious with one another. He didn't want to be cautious, he wanted to be normal, he wanted to touch Goten if he wanted to and bullshit with him. Talk to him, and be around him like normal.

"No. Only the first three days. He left after I convinced him that I wasn't going to hunt you down and kill you."

"That's good," he said, mumbled the words, felt his stomach flip over from nervousness and cursed this stupid situation. He felt so bulky and awkward and stupid and ridiculous standing out here like this.

"I'm sorry, Trunks."

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"This isn't a saiyan ship," was what Radditz said when they got on board the (now unbearably small) ship. He looked around, frowned and announced: "This is a miserable waste of metal." Or something, Vegeta couldn't remember it now, but Radditz had been standing on the gangplank, back to the incline, and Kakarot kicked him in the chest which sent him tumbling down the gangway, head over heals and he kept going when he hit dirt until he was covered in it. Radditz, then, got back to his feet, stormed back up onto the ship and growled at his brother.

Vegeta smirked then. "Stop it. This is all we have to get us home." Not that the turf war ended any. But Radditz backed down (ah, bless the years of Radditz being under his command.) So Vegeta went back to the command station, launched the ship (which took a good twenty minutes and during that time Kakarot and Radditz accomplished precisely one thing: Staring.) Once they were safely aimed back toward earth he locked down the controls and left the two of them to glare pointedly, went into the one bedroom (retrospectively not a great plan on Bulma and his part) and closed the door. (Kakarot probably did not even realize there was a door, it had never been closed.)

He went to sleep, confident that Kakarot's intelligence would prove that it existed by restraining the man from beating up his brother and punching a hole in the metal that kept them from a mid-space-trip death. He slept for nine hours, woke up, went out into the room and found that the brothers had still not moved. Considered letting them stay that way and decided it was reanot not best.

"Radditz," he said (in angry Prince Vegeta voice) "Get something to eat and find a way to wash your hair. It smells like dead mice."

Radditz gave him a baleful look, but left Kakarot's side to find the shower (which was in the bedroom) and once the overly tall one was gone, Kakarot came over to him and gave him an adorable unbearable little expression.

"Why'd you talk to him first, Vegeta?"

"Did you want me to order you around, baka?" Vegeta asked. From the look on Kakarot's face he probably would have preferred that, but he didn't say it, instead stepped up really close and grinned, leaned down so Vegeta was crowded up against the back of the command-chair.

"What kind of orders?" the baka said, all low and husky, tail waving back and forth behind him. Smooth easy waves and the sudden smell of possessive lust...

Vegeta was suddenly aware he had two weeks worth of this nonsense in a TIN CAN! What a BAD idea! Stupid him. He opened his mouth to inform him lover that there would be no sort of nonsense of that nature, but found that once his mouth was open it was being covered by the baka's and his tongue (which still tasted like those meat pies of yesterday) was in his mouth.

Words, thusly, not an option he resolved to show that there would be no funny business by bringing up his knee, but found that once his leg moved it was grabbed by a large hand and he was pulled up, off his feet, against the baka, one arm around his back and the other inching up from his thigh to his ass.

The chair swiveled behind him (under the direction of his tail) and Kakarot dropped him in it, fell to his knees in front of him and leaned over him, reclaimed his mouth before a decent breath could be hand, hands tugging insistently at his pants.

He would have rolled his eyes, but the shower came on and out of which rolled the smell of Radditz, he realized that arguing would be a moot point. Kakarot would receive any attempts to dissuade him as a declartion of disloyalty.

After all the shit they had gone through, he was willing to allow himself to be ravished to spite Radditz. So he loosened under Kakarot, slumped down in the chair and put his arms around him. A shiver of excitement ran through his lover, and the pants were successfully pulled down enough to free his erection.

"Vegeta," Kakarot said, gave him an evil smirk and moved from his mouth to his arousal. The intent of course, to make Radditz aware of Kakarot's prowess and skill as a lover. Vegeta figured he would be willing to cooperate. Maybe. As long as it was good.

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Goku: O.o!

Vegeta: I agree. My son is stupid

Trunks: Hey!

Goten: *purrrrr*

Trunks: *pokes dad* Is that normal?
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