I’m
not even going to put the warning and disclaimer. You should have it memorized
by now. There will be a test on it in the next chapter.
The last chapter was boring, and this one is no better (with the exception of
the “big kiss” towards the end.) The next chapter will be A LOT better. I
had to struggle to get this started and you can tell. It kept forgetting what I
wanted to say. I hate the switching the POV. I can’t write 3rd person in
anything but past tense and I can’t write 1st person in anything but present.
UGHH.
Oh, and I have deemed Trunks’ song “Home” from “The History Of Trunks”
to be Goten’s theme for this story. I love that song. If anyone knows where I
can get the lyrics and who sings it at please e-mail me at [email protected]
. You can also e-mail to send Feedback ;-)
Because I Said Yes
Chapter 5: A Harmonious Rhythm
By: Slytherinette (That would be me)
“This had better be important,” Trunks had growled as he entered his office.
Acedona had nearly had a heart attack but Aabace was half expecting it. The
other half of him was expecting to be blasted to bits. He knew exactly what he
had interrupted and he knew very well that Trunks really disliked being
interrupted. The last person to cause him to interrupt him while he was - er -
with Goten wound up getting their planet blasted.
“My Lord,” Aabace bowed, “Please forgive me but something has came up
that's extremely important.” He looked over to Acedona, who visibly paled.
Trunks looked at the Cardret-jin as if he hadn’t even noticed she was there.
She took a deep breath and prayed to who ever was listening that Trunks had herd
the saying about not killing the news boy about the news. She couldn’t look
him in the eyes so she settled on his feet.
“Last night I was approached by a man, a Rebal-jin, and he told me - or not
really told me but insinuated that there was a plot to.. um.. destroy your
empire.” Her hand went to the hem of her shirt, a nervous habit she‘d had
since she was a child. “He said that they believe that if they killed Master
Goten that you would be devastated and you would be open to attack. He said that
it didn’t matter if their planet was destroyed only that you fell. They seemed
to think that if they openly rebel against you others would, too.”
Trunks scowled and crossed his arms. “What did he want from you?” There was
a slightly accusing tone in his voice that made her heart skip.
She took a deep breath. “He wanted the codes to your quarters. I told him I
didn’t know them but I could get them. He said he would come back tomorrow but
if I told anyone that he would kill me.” Oh, yes. He even told her in great
detail what he would do. He had said that they would record it and hand out
copies of it on their street corners.
A look crossed the Lord’s face that one could tell he was contemplating what
he was going to do. He smirked slightly but only Aabace saw it since Acedona‘s
head was still down.
“Thank you. Go attend to your duties. I’m going to assign a guard to you and
make sure Goten knows nothing about this.”
Relief was very obvious on her face as she bowed to leave. “Thank you, My
Liege.” She said before she exited the room.
The contemplating look was still on his face. “Rebal-jin are naturally fairly
strong, am I correct?”
“Yes sir,” Aabace responded quickly, “Their planet’s gravity is 230
times that of normal gravity not to mention their atmosphere is so thick you can
barely land a space pod without bouncing back into space. Planet Rebal is
practically a fortress. To even blow it up it would take several times the
amount of power it would take to blow up the average planet.”
Trunks let a small smile play on his lips. “Oh, I have no intentions of
blowing up their planet. Let’s just say, I have had a scheme in the works for
a while. It’s to bad for Rebal that they were the planet that volunteered to
help.”
Aabace narrowed his eyes at his leader. What was Trunks up to? Did he have a
plan to kill Goten? That didn’t make since; he could just kill him, himself.
“Put a guard on the girl,” he said with a glint in his eyes, “Have him
stay outside her quarters tonight but, please, make sure it’s someone who is
expendable.”
---------Goten’s Point of View---------<
“Greetings, Master Goten,” Acedona says cheerfully as she enters the room I
share with Trunks. I audibly groan as artificial light suddenly fills the room.
I roll over and cover my head with the black comforter in an attempt to go back
to sleep. What is it with me lately? Every time I want to sleep I someone
interrupts me and when I can sleep I wake up!
“I am disappointed in you, asleep at this time. Normally you would be wide-
awake by now.”
Yeah, well normally I don’t wake up after 3 hours of sleep and decided to
molest my sleeping mate. Not that he minded, in fact he had enjoyed it just as
much as me.
“You should get up. There are things to do.” I hear her bustle around the
room, most likely to find me something to wear. Sometimes I think that Trunks
only hired her to make sure I got out of bed, got to places on time, and
didn’t forget important things.
Oh, yes. And to make sure I dress nicely. I don’t see what is wrong with what
I want to wear but Trunks prefers me in certain things and colors. Always has,
now that I think about it. I can remember him always suggesting I wear this or
that.
“No, wear the blue one,” he would say.
“But I like the orange.”
He‘d roll his eyes, “Yea, but I hate orange. You always wear it. Put on the
blue one and we can go.”
In the end I always wore what he wanted.
I sit strait up in bed and give her a glare that would have most people begging
for forgiveness. She is not most people; she knows me too well.
She smiles at me. “Have rough night?”
My glare turns into a frown. “You could say that.”
Concern fills her features. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No,” I say as I shake my head, “I just had a bad dream.”
“Dreams are just images of your subconscious. Perhaps there is something
bothering you.” She glances over at the food from earlier. “Did you enjoy
your Breakfast?”
I am sitting here, nude in bed, barely covered by anything but I still have the
decency to blush.
“Yes. It was - enjoyable.”
That was an understatement.
She smiled knowingly at me but ignored the comment.
“So,” I say in attempt to start a conversation, “How's your egg?”
I watch in amazement as her eyes light up. “Well, it’s turning green.
That’s a good sign it’s going to be a boy. I talked to Spade yesterday and
he said it should hatch next month. He says it’s looking very healthy.”
I genuinely smile at her. “I’m so happy for you. I know how much you wanted
a baby. Have you though of a name?”
“Well, we think we are going to name it Hart (1). I think that’s an
appropriate name.”
I nod in agreement.
“And I can’t thank you enough for letting me take time off next month. I
don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t there when he hatches.”
“It’s okay, I think I can make it a few weeks without you,” I say laughing
a little, “Your bringing him back with you right? I’m going to get to see
him?”
She nodded excitedly, “Yes. Spade only took the egg to Cardret to hatch,
we’ll raise the child here or on whatever planet you decide on.”
I frown. I had forgotten about that. I had been so busy being HAPPY, it totally
slipped my mind about Yuuchik. Okay, so maybe I’ve been trying to forget it in
hopes if I didn’t say anything he would forget it.
“I’m sorry, Master. Did I say something to upset you?”
I bow my head. “No, you just reminded me of something.”
She looked at me in a way that seemed she wanted to do more to comfort me but
wasn‘t sure what.
I take a deep breath. “Yesterday Trunks told me that if I don’t pick Yuuchik
as our home planet, he’s going to blow it up.”
She eyes grew twice their size but she didn’t say anything.
I close my eyes tightly. I will not cry. I will not cry!
“But I don’t want Yuuchik as my home planet,” I continue, “I want to go
home.” I realize that that’s the first time I have said it out loud in a
long time. I have thought it a million times but I haven’t said it out loud. I
don’t know if it’s a relief or it just makes me feel worse.
“And Trunks doesn’t want you to go home?”
I shake my head. “After we left, after he destroyed Kalikow he told me that he
hated Earth and if he ever saw it again...” I pause, the memory causing my
throat to but with emotion, “he said he would blow it up. He said I could go
back but.. he would just go after me.” I stare at my hands, a stray finger
rubbing over the bruise Trunks gave me yesterday. “I know, no matter how hard
I try I could never...” I close my eyes again. “Some times I feel so alone.
Like I’m the only one who has to deal with it and I know that’s childish.
Hundreds of races, trillions of people, are all dead because of me.” I feel
the bed depress next to me. “I couldn’t stop him and I didn’t want to lose
him and I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have stopped this. Trunks is the only
one to blame for all those people dieing. He is the one that did it! Not you!”
I shake my head, still refusing to cry. “I miss them so much. My family. I
never got the chance to get to know my dad too well and I always wanted to try
and...” I swallow tightly, “and I have a niece, Pan, I want to see her and
my brother and mom and... I just miss them so much, ya know?”
Acedona nodded. “I know. I can’t say I understand your reasoning for blaming
yourself but I can tell how much you miss your family.”
“I am at fault. I.. lied. To Trunks. I told him I loved him when I didn’t
and.. because I lied we.. he said we should run off and look for ... and....,”
I sigh.
“You don’t think you love him?”
“Yeah.”
She narrowed her eyes studying me intently. “Your wrong.”
I look at her and blink. “Wrong?”
“I may not be you but I do know that there is no way I would ever stay this
long with someone like Lord Trunks and NOT be in love with them.”
I shake my head. What did that mean?
“You love him, a lot more then you think you do. Your so confused and you have
all this guilt. Most of your guilt comes from loving him and wanting to be with
him.” She sees my look of confusion and just smiles but her black eyes are a
little distant. “You’ll figure it out before the end, I promise and there is
something you are forgetting that‘s really important.”
Where did that come from? “Huh?”
She blinked at me. “I’m sorry.” She shook her head and stood up, “My
people at a bit prophetic so sometimes I start rambling on with out a clue as to
what I am saying.” She made a shooing motion with her hand, seemingly to push
what ever was going through her mind away.
“But what am I forgetting?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know but you‘ll remember it when you need it. Now,”
she turned around to busy herself with collecting the dishes on the table,
“I’ll call the maids in and you can go take another shower if you like.”
I frown at her sudden change in conversation and the thought of getting out of
bed. I guess they do need to change the sheets and I don’t get much cleaning
done when I joined Trunks in his shower earlier. I sigh and resign myself to the
fact that I’m going to have to obey her wishes.
“Fine, fine, fine,” I say as I get out of bed, not even bothering to cover
myself. She’s seen me without clothes before so what’s the difference?
By the time I make it out of the shower our room is clean. The table that was
formally full of various - err - sex breakfast food is now clean and the black
stone is shining. The bed looks like it had never been slept in and now sported
white satin sheets and a new black comforter.
I shake my head and run the white fluffy towel through my hair one more time
before I drop it unceremoniously on the cold hard black floor. I walk over to
the bed and practically collapse on it, curling between the fresh sheets. I
don’t really care that I’m on Trunks’ side of the bed since I don’t
expect him back anytime soon.
Now lets just hope I can get a few minutes of sleep before Acedona comes back.
I close my eyes exhausted but my mind is has other ideas. Thoughts that I would
just rather not think about flood my mind.
Yuuchik. What choice do I have? I have to choose it because for once I have the
chance to save lives.
Whatever Ki is ruler of this side of the universe, please forgive me.
I hear the doors open and just wait for it. “What do you think your doing?”
I can’t stop my laugh. “Come on, Acedona, please just let me sleep.”
“Your sleeping through lunch.”
It’s kind of scary but I still don’t get up.
“Well, fine then I’ll leave you be.” I hear her sigh then turn to leave.
“Wait,” I sit up and look at her, “Thanks,” I say putting every ounce of
honesty I have in my voice.
She smiled. “No, thank you.” She bowed slightly then left.
I fall back to the bed and within second am asleep.
I wake up with the knowledge that I’ve been asleep for a while. I would shift
to look at the time but something has me held firmly to the bed. I manage to
wiggle my way onto my back to be greeted by Trunks’ sleeping face.
Wow. Two times in 24 hours. This has to be some sort of record.
I glance over Trunks’ shoulder to the clock. It declares that Trunks has most
likely been there for a few hours. He normally comes in about 6:00 and it’s
now 10:54
Kami, I’ve been asleep for almost 12 hours!
I glance at Trunks, thankful that he didn’t wake me up. I stretch like a cat (purring
like one, too) and practically wrap myself around him. He shifts slightly to
accommodate my body and his in such a close space, pulling me tighter to him and
his nose nuzzling my cheek, but thankfully doesn’t wake up.
/“Will you kill him?”/
No, I think violently. How could I?
‘You sleep with him don’t you,’ a naughty little voice says in the back of
my mind that sounds more like Gohan than anything, ‘He may have more power
then God but he is still mortal. You sleep with him, you are with him when he is
most vulnerable.’
But he will die eventually.
‘After what? Destroying millions of races or maybe with his last dieing breath
he’ll take the universe with him.’ This voice is my father.
I resist shaking my head so I don’t wake him up. NO! I will never kill Trunks.
‘Childish and selfish. You just don’t want to lose him, keep him all for
yourself,’ My mother’s voice tells me.
I don’t want to respond because I can’t deny that, even to myself.
/“You don’t think you love him.... You’re wrong.”/
I pull back slightly to look at his face. So beautiful. My fingers reach up to
touch his cheek.
/“You love him, a lot more then you think you do...”/
I don’t see how. Sometimes I think I am in love with him but then... I close
my eyes to the blinding visions of dieing people and planets being destroyed.
How can I?
/“Most of your guilt comes from loving him and wanting to be with him.”/
My heart hurts at the thought and I try to force the thoughts out of my mind.
/“Just please, please, love me. Try and want me as much as I want you. I love
you, Daddy, please....”/
I sigh softly. Why me? What God did I royally piss off to get me here.
Oh, I forgot - this is all my fault.
My fingers run through his hair, adoring the way the strands fall in a waterfall
of silk.
Beautiful.
I lick my lips and I can’t seem to be able to stop myself from kissing him,
it’s almost instinctive.
Trunks sighs against my lips in his sleep, parting them ever so softly. Gently I
nip at his lower lip and lick at it with my tongue.
Slowly Trunks pulls me closer as I kiss him out of his dreams. One of his hands
finds it’s way to the back of my neck as he starts to respond.
He licks at my lips for a moment before he deepens the kiss into a passionate
battle of domination that he always wins.
I groan as I pull back to look at him.
He smiles at me, “So did you finally decide to wake up.”
I look a little sheepish, “Sorry, but thank you for not waking me up.”
He shrugs, “You looked tired.”
“I was. I thought Acedona was never going to let me get to sleep.”
“Well, now that your awake,” he says slyly as he pushes me to my back. I
smile up at him as his lips capture mine. I feel myself growing hard but my
stomach makes a protesting noise that clearly says that it needs the attention.
“Have you eaten anything since Breakfast,” I ask against his lips before he
kisses me again. My only response is a negative answer that sounds more like a
grunt.
“Then get something to eat.”
“I am.”
I chuckle, “Not me, I mean food. I’m starving!”
He audibly groans but pulls himself up, leaning back on his heals, still sitting
between my parted legs.
“What do you want,” he says obviously annoyed. He looks a lot like a child
that was just told that he couldn’t go out and play until he cleaned his room.
“I don’t care. Get me what ever you get.”
He nods and gets up off me and the bed. I marvel at his body, the smooth muscles
under perfect skin, as he walks over to the screen, naked, might I add, and
types something in.
“What did you get,” I ask as I slide (and with satin sheets, I do literally
SLIDE) to the foot of the bed and swing my feet to the floor.
“Ocaenic Sea Food.”
“Mmmm,” I hum as I lick my lips. Ocaenic Sea Food is only the best seafood
in the universe. With the water mass covering 97% of the planet’s crust, and
catfish the size of whales, it’s the universe’s leading seafood distributor.
It helps a lot that Fesha and Tortul, our cooks, are from there.
He walks over to stand in front of me, his bare feet softly hitting the floor.
“It’ll take them a good 50 minuets to fix it,” he says as he pushes my
head back by running his fingers through my hair.
“Oh,” I say disinterestedly. He frowns at me but lets my head fall back
down. I place a small kiss on his chest before I rest my head in the same spot.
I close my eyes and listen to the sound of his heartbeat. A heart that has been
beating since he was born. The same heart that beat before and now.
I love the sound. It’s comforting in a way.
I wrap my arms around his hips to pull him closer and sigh. Then I hear it.
Another beat, the same rhythm, in the background. I listen to it carefully
before I realize what it is.
My heart. It is beating with Trunks’ in the same harmonious rhythm making
music that only we were meant to hear. It was beautiful and erotic, as if the
two hearts were meant to do just that. They thumped out a rhythm to a poem that
was never ending. Even Beethoven or Byron couldn’t compose something this
perfect.
Why hadn’t I ever noticed it before? Now that I hear it I can’t see how I
didn’t.
Somehow it doesn’t seem so strange, though, that our hearts beat together. It
seams almost - natural, like it would be weird if they didn’t.
I wonder if they have always beat like this? Somehow that wouldn’t be a
surprise either.
I feel Trunks’ hand stroking my hair like I was a faithful puppy.
I can’t stop the smile I get at the next thought. If I were his faithful puppy
then that would make him a very bad owner (2).
Trunks chuckled a little and I pulled back to look up at him again. “What’s
so funny?”
He smiles down at me, amused. “I could get a collar and a leash and you’d
get to see just how bad I’d be.”
I blink at him, truly perplexed, for a long moment. Trunks just rolls his eyes
and kisses me gently wiping away any confused thoughts I have.
I give into the kiss but he pulls back and just looks at me with his clear blue
eyes that make my heart beat hard in my chest.
I love him so very much.
The thought comes to my head before I can stop it but I just don’t feel like
refuting it at the moment.
Trunks looks at me, true surprise apparent on his face. I cock my head to the
side in question but he continues to just gawk at me.
“What is it,” as ask concerned.
For a long time he just blinked at me, like he was trying to figure out what to
say, “I...” he opens his mouth and for the first time in years I see Trunks
speechless, “he gulps, obviously nervous, “I.. I.. lo.. I can get you
something else if you want it,” he blurts out.
I blink and shake my head. “No, what you got is fine.”
He looks at me defeatedly and bites his lip. “Goten, look I want... I need
to...” He moves to sit next to me on the bed, a hand ruffling his hair, a move
I know means he is frustrated. I know it well. I have seen it before, plenty of
times. My mind flashes to the last time he did it; just before Planet Krytol was
destroyed.
My heart feels like it stopped. Oh, Kami. What did I do to make him mad? I run
through the last 10 minuets and come up with nothing but panic is still firmly
planted in the pit of my stomach.
I pull back slightly, putting distance between me and him just incase.
“Trunks, I’m sorry. I didn’t.. I don’t know what I did wrong but I
didn’t mean too..”
Something akin to panic and confusion sets in his eyes.
“No, no, Goten,” he crawls up the bed to me. He puts his hand on my cheek.
“You didn’t do anything. You’re perfect, you never do anything.”
My hand travels to the bruise on my wrist unconsciously. “That’s not true.
You get made at me a lot.”
Trunks shakes his head. “My beautiful tenshi, no. You are so..” He doesn’t
seem to come up with what to say so he shakes his head one more time before he
kisses me.
If Trunks had been half kissing me this whole time, then this was the real kiss.
He kisses me with every ounce of passion he has for me. It’s soul searing and
more than literally takes my breath away. I can feel his energy rising
drastically but I am way to occupied with the kiss. He lays me down, his body
pining me to the mattress hard, his lips bruising mine, but Kami, who cares!!
Our tongues push hard against each other in a primal erotic dance of passion.
Then I feel it. I feel like the universe is pushing me in every direction at
once, like every ounce of energy in the universe is suddenly trying to get in my
body. Every inch of my body is collapsing and I can feel my own energy trying
hard to get out. I feel myself go Super Saiya-jin but it only seems to make it
worse.
I grab Trunks’ hair painfully, “Trunks, stop. Please!” I cant breath and
if he doesn't stop I’m going to die. I feel tears of true pain come to my eyes
I’m going to die. Kami, Trunks please stop, it hurts so much!
Trunks pulls back and looks at me in total horror and a split second later all
the energy lets up and it‘s gone.
I gasp in desperate attempt to force air in my lungs. I remain powered up as I
try to remember out how to exist without the power there.
“Oh, Goten, I’m so sorry.” He pulls me up, wrapping me in his arms. I feel
my hair fall back down as my power finally decreases with an incredible effort
on my behalf. “I’m so sorry.. please, I didn’t..”
I shake my head once before darkness overcomes me.
TBC...
Ummm.. Wow. Did I write that?
That, everyone was 8 pages of STORY!
(1) Hart - Did you get it? ACEdona and SPADE having a child called HART. They
are from CARDret... I thought that was clever. Wait till you learn more about
Aabace.
(2) If I was his faithful puppy then that would make him a very bad owner - I
have to give credit to my friend Melissa for this one but I changed it around.
We were looking at pictures of the DBGT people drawn like cats and she said
“if they were my pets I’d be a very bad owner.” I had to agree.
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