Of Censors and Censorship
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Of Censors and Censorship
This idea has been floating around in my brain for awhile... a year to be exact... I started reading Yaoi period a year ago, and well, as a novice, it would have been too presumptuous back then.
I want to thank all of the authors whose stories I have read... they are truly wonderful and inspirational...
I especially want to thank the author who influenced a certain pairing...
I promise I will finish my other fic, but after Hurricane Wilma, I just can't seem to… get it up...
Enjoy...
~anz~
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Of Censors and Censorship by ~anz~ [achillona@yahoo.com]
Summary: What does one do when one’s freedom of speech is compromised?
Fight for one’s beliefs? Or just simply sit back and take it?
Which is more palatable: a believable lie or the truth?
Just how gullible is gullible?
Pairing: Goten/Trunks ~ Goku/Vegeta ~ was there any doubt? ~ Gohan? Maybe…
Warnings: Yaoi Male/Male. NC 17 AU Profanity Satire
Disclaimer: Don’t own DBZ. If I did, those lusty Saiyans would be Au Natural 24/7…^^!
I also don’t own MNF, which thanks to some narrow minds, doesn't exist anymore!
AN: I like to write in delirium and flashback…sometimes in dream sequences,
but mostly I like to write whimsically.
This is the prelude to my first serious fic. Enjoy!
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~Chapter 1~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eraisa sat at her desk looking at the footage emailed to her from a mysterious source. She was ecstatic, her decades long dream and search had come true…proof did exist that beyond a shadow of a doubt: Hercule Satan never defeated Cell: Gohan did. She [eavesdropped] overheard this heated discussion on many occasions. It was one of the reasons she decided to become a reporter…that and the incident at the World Martial Arts Tournament. It was there the mystery of the Gold Warrior and Saiyaman was solved… both turned out to be the same individual… Gohan… her one and only true love. “Finally! Justice will truly be served!” she breathed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goten smiled. He seemed pleased with the results of his painstaking decorations: Krillen for Governor signs hung everywhere. He’d done everything himself…from the design of the campaign signs down to the lay of the buffet table. For him it was a labor of love. Considering the other choice, he and Trunks were more than pleased when their offers of help were accepted.
No one in their right mind wanted Hercule as governor.
Trunks took it upon himself to be Krillen’s campaign manager. He oversaw when and where Krillen made his appearances. Owning several media outlets didn’t hurt either.
He sat in his office looking at the news…he wanted to see how Krillen fared in the latest polls when a special report made itself known.
“Good evening this is Dirk Gaston with the evening news. This just in: proof positive that Hercule Satan, Gubernatorial candidate and former world champion…lied about his involvement in the Cell Games…”
“What?!” Trunks shrieked. “Goten! Get in here…NOW!”
“Trunks? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know ‘Ten, everything! Nothing! I just don’t know…”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goku Son Briefs sat up abruptly… or he tried to, “’Geta! Did you here that?”
“Hear what? That someone finally got the balls to finally challenge that fool? Huh! Who gives a fuck?!”
“’Getaaah…! I need to call Krillen… I neeed tah…t-to..oooh…ah… ah … cah … caawl…k.kruh…lunnn…”
“What are you saying, baka?”
“Ahh…oh…ummm…VEGETAAAAH!”
“Thought so…!” Vegeta teased as he ki-blasted the TV.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Lies! They’re all lies, half truths and malicious allegations designed to make me look foolish in front of my fans!” Hercule declared. “Some cretin full of ill-will wants to stop me in my pursuit of helping my fans. I will make a great governor!” he blustered. He then began to bluster once again about how he saved the world …
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Candidate Monk! How do you feel about the allegations raised by an unnamed source that your opponent lied about his role in the Cell Games?” the reporter asked.
Krillen gave his wife a strange look…one which said ‘it’s about fucking time!’, but said to the reporter, “no comment” leaving his supporters with an amazed look on their faces. Everyone knew how he really felt about the fool, which is why he’s running…to keep him [Hercule] out.
Krillen hurried up the stairs to his CHQ [Campaign Headquarters], he needed to speak to his campaign manager…pronto!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Damn, damn, damn!” Hercule raved. “They know! They know! Someone knows… and is willing to prove it! Videl! Ya gotta help me…! This can’t get out! No one can know the truth… hell! I can’t know it… please help me. I wanna be governor! It’s my due… from saving the world and all! Videl what am I gonna do??!”
“Shut up you sniveling fool.” Chichi said as she slapped her stupid husband silly…taking both Videl and Hercule aback.
“I didn’t marry you to be second best to anyone. I am a princess after all… and since my father remarried, the kingdom passes to my sons, leaving me out in the cold… so just shut the fuck up and let me think…!”
A half hour later the Siren of Sorrow's formulated a plan … a very dastardly and devastating one at that.
“Videl,” her stepmother concluded, “you have to handle Gohan, he is your husband after all… and I’ll take care of Hercule… we cannot afford to tell them the ‘whole’ truth, but we can use subterfuge…” ChiChi paused as Videl gave her an inquiring look, “Goten made his bed, and as for Goku…Goku can go straight to hell, leaving me for that... that...arrogant...grr...royal pain in the ass! I just don’t see the attraction… my Goku was fine until HE showed up and hurt my Gohan!”
Videl rolls her eyes at this, she knows what’s coming next, so she makes a hasty exit to do her stepmothers bidding by arranging a press conference for the next day to address the so-called proof.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Krillen was beside himself… he’d just finished fielding his thousandth question concerning the latest developments in his opponents somewhat checkered past. “Trunks, how are we doing in the polls?”
“Well, Krillen, believe it or not, Hercule’s popularity has increased by ten points…”
“What??! How?”
“Name recognition. Some folks may have drifted away, but the younger generation hasn’t heard of or wants to know about his peccadilloes…they have no interest in the truth… just titillation. And if they don’t pay attention and somehow manage vote him in because his commercials are warm and fuzzy, well, heaven help us…we will be truly lost… because that idiot is a friend to big business and big business developers… he has absolutely no respect for the little guy.”
“Hah, try telling that to his delusional fans! See what that and a cup of coffee will get ya…” Krillen sneered. “Guys, I’m packin’ it in. I have a long day tomorrow and a wife and child that are looking forward to me making an appearance at home sometime this evening…”
“Krillen before you go, there are a couple of things you need to be aware of: Trunks is no longer your campaign manager, he’s your treasurer and media advisor… I will run the office and handle the volunteers and all campaign publicity, Eighteen is your campaign manager. In light of recent events, she’s better suited to this task. And is a great troubleshooter to boot.” Goten informed him.
“This is rich… I can bed my campaign manager… and won’t cause a scandal while doing it!” Krillen laughed.
“Catch ya later Krillen. Bye!” the guys chirped.
“Trunks, this is a stroke of genius, using part of your building for CHQ. All we have to do is ride the elevator to the top floor and bingo! We’re home!” ‘Ten smiled.
“Chibi, you forgot, our dads took over the top floor… I had to move us to the penthouse. It’s not as spacious, but its quiet. Besides, dad would kill us if we make any noise!”
Trunks purchased an office building and had it converted so that he could have a place to live in once he graduated college…not only that, but it was a nice piece of real estate, and why the hell should Hercule own it. Because of Trunks’ purchasing this particular building, the megabuck corporate multi-phase industrial park couldn’t be built here. The imminent domain process was halted. NO ONE wanted to mess with the son of Bulma Briefs. And just to stick it to the developers and the rest of the greedy town council, the surrounding acreage was purchased from its owners who wanted to sell and leased from those that didn’t… a billion dollar a year industrial park thwarted because of a purple haired brat! The ironclad lease was written for a dollar per year—for a thousand years!!! And the owners took the monies up front! If they wanted out of the lease, they would have to sell the land to Capsule Corps Real Estate Division. Purple hair was smart… real smart… no vapid one there.
The end result was a very nice neighborhood folk could live in and breathe fresh air …but most of all it was quiet, at least it used to be quiet, ‘til circumstances dictated there be a buffoon trying to run for governor. And Trunks in his zeal volunteered his office space as an inkine donation. That and he made the decision to be Krillen’s campaign treasurer. That … and the dads moving in!
Vegeta took one look at the renovated space and commandeered it for himself. He threw Trunks up into the penthouse… saying multi-level floors interfered with his katas. The penthouse was nice, but he had no desire for the baka to be seen waltzing around naked from neither the skylights nor the floor length sliding glass windows. Besides Trunks had a gym and steam room installed in his digs… No prince in his right mind would pass that up.
Bulma seemed happy with the arrangement. The guys were in the suburbs and she was in the city proper. With a nice hunk of land protecting her boundaries… because of her son, CC acquired a nice tax shelter and its employees have an affordable place to live. Because of that she and Bura can do whatever they want, whenever they want, without having the guys around to explain things to every five minutes: now when Vegeta breaks anything—he can pester Trunks to repair or replace it!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Krillen just received a painful reminder as to why he entered this stupid race…tonight was the last night for Monday Night Game of Football. “Damn Hercule!” Krillen yelled as he put his foot through his big screen TV. The Bumbling Buffoon and his Coalition for Public Decency got his favorite show… the world’s favorite show… banned from the airwaves, and why… because one of the promo’s featured a woman dressed in nothing but a towel? Enough was enough!
“Err, honey I just broke another set… think you could call Trunks this time?! Please?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Next day ~ Hercule’s noon press conference:
Chichi and Videl stood confidently at the podium as Hercule blustered his way through yet another boring speech. When the reporters started asking questions that the idiot couldn’t answer, his family took over: “What was that question you ask? That my Hercule lied about his involvement and heroics in the cell games? Those are lies half truths and conjectures, why my Gohan was at home with me ~ studying~ while that mess was going on.”
“Mrs. Satan, weren’t you married to the former world champion?”
“So, what of it?” she sniped.
“Isn’t he friends with the opposing candidate? Aren’t you? Don’t you see a conflict of interest?”
“First and foremost the opposing candidate is as useless as my former husband. Neither are my friends… I don’t associate with indecent people!” she said icily.
“Indecent?” “ Who’s indecent?” “The candidate?” “What do you mean?” “Explain yourself!”
Videl stood there grasping Gohan's crotch tightly, a smile pasted on her face, as his “oh-so-loving mother”--ChiChi~glared at him to keep his mouth shut~ while continuing her self-righteous ranting tirade:
“I mean indecent! I came home and caught him with… uh oh… er... I left him because… ah he’s a freak! A freakish freak! I tried to teach him decent ways, I caught him with his, uh … that-that-that Vegeta ~behaving indecently~ and I threw him out! Freaks! Filthy fornicators… living like that! Its not decent!”
“Fornicators?” “What do you mean?” “People still, uh, fornicate?”
“Go see for yourselves! This discussion is over!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goten stood transfixed in front of the television set…knowing his ears had just deceived him… his own mother had sold out his father—sort of. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard… clan Vegeta was not going to be happy…
… Eighteen stood glaring at her husband…he’d just put his foot through yet another brand new 52” plasma TV. “Oops!”
…The Saiyan Prince and his last subject played on… blissfully unaware of the ensuing chaos and controversy surrounding them…
… And somewhere in the distance, a scorned greedy woman is laughing—evilly!
TBC
I want to thank all of the authors whose stories I have read... they are truly wonderful and inspirational...
I especially want to thank the author who influenced a certain pairing...
I promise I will finish my other fic, but after Hurricane Wilma, I just can't seem to… get it up...
Enjoy...
~anz~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Of Censors and Censorship by ~anz~ [achillona@yahoo.com]
Summary: What does one do when one’s freedom of speech is compromised?
Fight for one’s beliefs? Or just simply sit back and take it?
Which is more palatable: a believable lie or the truth?
Just how gullible is gullible?
Pairing: Goten/Trunks ~ Goku/Vegeta ~ was there any doubt? ~ Gohan? Maybe…
Warnings: Yaoi Male/Male. NC 17 AU Profanity Satire
Disclaimer: Don’t own DBZ. If I did, those lusty Saiyans would be Au Natural 24/7…^^!
I also don’t own MNF, which thanks to some narrow minds, doesn't exist anymore!
AN: I like to write in delirium and flashback…sometimes in dream sequences,
but mostly I like to write whimsically.
This is the prelude to my first serious fic. Enjoy!
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~Chapter 1~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eraisa sat at her desk looking at the footage emailed to her from a mysterious source. She was ecstatic, her decades long dream and search had come true…proof did exist that beyond a shadow of a doubt: Hercule Satan never defeated Cell: Gohan did. She [eavesdropped] overheard this heated discussion on many occasions. It was one of the reasons she decided to become a reporter…that and the incident at the World Martial Arts Tournament. It was there the mystery of the Gold Warrior and Saiyaman was solved… both turned out to be the same individual… Gohan… her one and only true love. “Finally! Justice will truly be served!” she breathed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goten smiled. He seemed pleased with the results of his painstaking decorations: Krillen for Governor signs hung everywhere. He’d done everything himself…from the design of the campaign signs down to the lay of the buffet table. For him it was a labor of love. Considering the other choice, he and Trunks were more than pleased when their offers of help were accepted.
No one in their right mind wanted Hercule as governor.
Trunks took it upon himself to be Krillen’s campaign manager. He oversaw when and where Krillen made his appearances. Owning several media outlets didn’t hurt either.
He sat in his office looking at the news…he wanted to see how Krillen fared in the latest polls when a special report made itself known.
“Good evening this is Dirk Gaston with the evening news. This just in: proof positive that Hercule Satan, Gubernatorial candidate and former world champion…lied about his involvement in the Cell Games…”
“What?!” Trunks shrieked. “Goten! Get in here…NOW!”
“Trunks? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know ‘Ten, everything! Nothing! I just don’t know…”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goku Son Briefs sat up abruptly… or he tried to, “’Geta! Did you here that?”
“Hear what? That someone finally got the balls to finally challenge that fool? Huh! Who gives a fuck?!”
“’Getaaah…! I need to call Krillen… I neeed tah…t-to..oooh…ah… ah … cah … caawl…k.kruh…lunnn…”
“What are you saying, baka?”
“Ahh…oh…ummm…VEGETAAAAH!”
“Thought so…!” Vegeta teased as he ki-blasted the TV.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Lies! They’re all lies, half truths and malicious allegations designed to make me look foolish in front of my fans!” Hercule declared. “Some cretin full of ill-will wants to stop me in my pursuit of helping my fans. I will make a great governor!” he blustered. He then began to bluster once again about how he saved the world …
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Candidate Monk! How do you feel about the allegations raised by an unnamed source that your opponent lied about his role in the Cell Games?” the reporter asked.
Krillen gave his wife a strange look…one which said ‘it’s about fucking time!’, but said to the reporter, “no comment” leaving his supporters with an amazed look on their faces. Everyone knew how he really felt about the fool, which is why he’s running…to keep him [Hercule] out.
Krillen hurried up the stairs to his CHQ [Campaign Headquarters], he needed to speak to his campaign manager…pronto!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Damn, damn, damn!” Hercule raved. “They know! They know! Someone knows… and is willing to prove it! Videl! Ya gotta help me…! This can’t get out! No one can know the truth… hell! I can’t know it… please help me. I wanna be governor! It’s my due… from saving the world and all! Videl what am I gonna do??!”
“Shut up you sniveling fool.” Chichi said as she slapped her stupid husband silly…taking both Videl and Hercule aback.
“I didn’t marry you to be second best to anyone. I am a princess after all… and since my father remarried, the kingdom passes to my sons, leaving me out in the cold… so just shut the fuck up and let me think…!”
A half hour later the Siren of Sorrow's formulated a plan … a very dastardly and devastating one at that.
“Videl,” her stepmother concluded, “you have to handle Gohan, he is your husband after all… and I’ll take care of Hercule… we cannot afford to tell them the ‘whole’ truth, but we can use subterfuge…” ChiChi paused as Videl gave her an inquiring look, “Goten made his bed, and as for Goku…Goku can go straight to hell, leaving me for that... that...arrogant...grr...royal pain in the ass! I just don’t see the attraction… my Goku was fine until HE showed up and hurt my Gohan!”
Videl rolls her eyes at this, she knows what’s coming next, so she makes a hasty exit to do her stepmothers bidding by arranging a press conference for the next day to address the so-called proof.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Krillen was beside himself… he’d just finished fielding his thousandth question concerning the latest developments in his opponents somewhat checkered past. “Trunks, how are we doing in the polls?”
“Well, Krillen, believe it or not, Hercule’s popularity has increased by ten points…”
“What??! How?”
“Name recognition. Some folks may have drifted away, but the younger generation hasn’t heard of or wants to know about his peccadilloes…they have no interest in the truth… just titillation. And if they don’t pay attention and somehow manage vote him in because his commercials are warm and fuzzy, well, heaven help us…we will be truly lost… because that idiot is a friend to big business and big business developers… he has absolutely no respect for the little guy.”
“Hah, try telling that to his delusional fans! See what that and a cup of coffee will get ya…” Krillen sneered. “Guys, I’m packin’ it in. I have a long day tomorrow and a wife and child that are looking forward to me making an appearance at home sometime this evening…”
“Krillen before you go, there are a couple of things you need to be aware of: Trunks is no longer your campaign manager, he’s your treasurer and media advisor… I will run the office and handle the volunteers and all campaign publicity, Eighteen is your campaign manager. In light of recent events, she’s better suited to this task. And is a great troubleshooter to boot.” Goten informed him.
“This is rich… I can bed my campaign manager… and won’t cause a scandal while doing it!” Krillen laughed.
“Catch ya later Krillen. Bye!” the guys chirped.
“Trunks, this is a stroke of genius, using part of your building for CHQ. All we have to do is ride the elevator to the top floor and bingo! We’re home!” ‘Ten smiled.
“Chibi, you forgot, our dads took over the top floor… I had to move us to the penthouse. It’s not as spacious, but its quiet. Besides, dad would kill us if we make any noise!”
Trunks purchased an office building and had it converted so that he could have a place to live in once he graduated college…not only that, but it was a nice piece of real estate, and why the hell should Hercule own it. Because of Trunks’ purchasing this particular building, the megabuck corporate multi-phase industrial park couldn’t be built here. The imminent domain process was halted. NO ONE wanted to mess with the son of Bulma Briefs. And just to stick it to the developers and the rest of the greedy town council, the surrounding acreage was purchased from its owners who wanted to sell and leased from those that didn’t… a billion dollar a year industrial park thwarted because of a purple haired brat! The ironclad lease was written for a dollar per year—for a thousand years!!! And the owners took the monies up front! If they wanted out of the lease, they would have to sell the land to Capsule Corps Real Estate Division. Purple hair was smart… real smart… no vapid one there.
The end result was a very nice neighborhood folk could live in and breathe fresh air …but most of all it was quiet, at least it used to be quiet, ‘til circumstances dictated there be a buffoon trying to run for governor. And Trunks in his zeal volunteered his office space as an inkine donation. That and he made the decision to be Krillen’s campaign treasurer. That … and the dads moving in!
Vegeta took one look at the renovated space and commandeered it for himself. He threw Trunks up into the penthouse… saying multi-level floors interfered with his katas. The penthouse was nice, but he had no desire for the baka to be seen waltzing around naked from neither the skylights nor the floor length sliding glass windows. Besides Trunks had a gym and steam room installed in his digs… No prince in his right mind would pass that up.
Bulma seemed happy with the arrangement. The guys were in the suburbs and she was in the city proper. With a nice hunk of land protecting her boundaries… because of her son, CC acquired a nice tax shelter and its employees have an affordable place to live. Because of that she and Bura can do whatever they want, whenever they want, without having the guys around to explain things to every five minutes: now when Vegeta breaks anything—he can pester Trunks to repair or replace it!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Krillen just received a painful reminder as to why he entered this stupid race…tonight was the last night for Monday Night Game of Football. “Damn Hercule!” Krillen yelled as he put his foot through his big screen TV. The Bumbling Buffoon and his Coalition for Public Decency got his favorite show… the world’s favorite show… banned from the airwaves, and why… because one of the promo’s featured a woman dressed in nothing but a towel? Enough was enough!
“Err, honey I just broke another set… think you could call Trunks this time?! Please?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Next day ~ Hercule’s noon press conference:
Chichi and Videl stood confidently at the podium as Hercule blustered his way through yet another boring speech. When the reporters started asking questions that the idiot couldn’t answer, his family took over: “What was that question you ask? That my Hercule lied about his involvement and heroics in the cell games? Those are lies half truths and conjectures, why my Gohan was at home with me ~ studying~ while that mess was going on.”
“Mrs. Satan, weren’t you married to the former world champion?”
“So, what of it?” she sniped.
“Isn’t he friends with the opposing candidate? Aren’t you? Don’t you see a conflict of interest?”
“First and foremost the opposing candidate is as useless as my former husband. Neither are my friends… I don’t associate with indecent people!” she said icily.
“Indecent?” “ Who’s indecent?” “The candidate?” “What do you mean?” “Explain yourself!”
Videl stood there grasping Gohan's crotch tightly, a smile pasted on her face, as his “oh-so-loving mother”--ChiChi~glared at him to keep his mouth shut~ while continuing her self-righteous ranting tirade:
“I mean indecent! I came home and caught him with… uh oh… er... I left him because… ah he’s a freak! A freakish freak! I tried to teach him decent ways, I caught him with his, uh … that-that-that Vegeta ~behaving indecently~ and I threw him out! Freaks! Filthy fornicators… living like that! Its not decent!”
“Fornicators?” “What do you mean?” “People still, uh, fornicate?”
“Go see for yourselves! This discussion is over!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goten stood transfixed in front of the television set…knowing his ears had just deceived him… his own mother had sold out his father—sort of. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard… clan Vegeta was not going to be happy…
… Eighteen stood glaring at her husband…he’d just put his foot through yet another brand new 52” plasma TV. “Oops!”
…The Saiyan Prince and his last subject played on… blissfully unaware of the ensuing chaos and controversy surrounding them…
… And somewhere in the distance, a scorned greedy woman is laughing—evilly!
TBC