This
is the prologue so I’m sorry if it sucks. I didn’t really want to write this
part but I thought it would help the rest of the story make understandable.
Pardon any grammar errors for I am not good at them. I tried the best I could to
fix them but I am aware that there are still quite a few. And I KNOW Cluelessly
is not a word but I insist on using it! I hope you enjoy the story, This is my
first DBZ fic so be kind. This first part is in Goten’s POV/past tense and the
next ones will be Goten POV/Present tense/
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine but if Dragonballs were real, they would be! ;- )
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC Goten, Goten abuse, Kami’s name in vain, and to top it off
NONE OF IT’S REAL!!! Oh, yea, And a REALLY psycho/evil/tyrant Trunks (but then
again, he got that from his Dad! Just Kidding!)
Because I Said Yes
The Prologue: One mistake after another
By Slytherinette
Trunks was missing.
I got the news when Bulma had called my house asking if I knew where he was. Of
course I did (I have this talent to of knowing where he is at all times) but a
quick scan of his ki showed that where he was he wanted to remain unfound but
I'm wasn’t stupid enough to tell her that.
"I'm sorry, Bulma," I lied, "I don't but don't worry, when he
wants to be found he'll go home," or come here, I mentally added, cause he
normally did that.
"Yeah, I know but I'm still worried. He left right after he spared with
Vegeta this morning and hasn't come home since. Oh well," She sighed,
"Trunks is like his father, if he doesn't want to be found, he won't be."
After we hung up with each other, I decided I would go find out what was wrong.
That was mistake #1.
I realize now, looking back on it, that the most logical decision concerning
Trunks would have been to let him come out on his own. That was how I had always
done it before. He would go and 'hide' from the world but he always came back to
me to talk about what was wrong. Trunks needed his space and I knew that. Vegeta
was hell to live with, Bulma pushed him too hard so he could be ready to become
CC's president when she was ready to retire, and he always felt like he lived in
the shadow of someone he would never be (Mirai Trunks.)
One time, a few years ago, I had asked him what he thought about when he ran off
and he just shrugged.
"I don't know. Everything.. nothing..."
I laughed. "How can you not know when you think about everything and
nothing at the same time."
He looked at me and smiled his 'don't worry about it' smile, "I think about
the dumbest things, that's all. I go there to get things off my mind."
"If it's so important that you have to get it off your mind, I don't think
it would be too dumb."
"Yeah, well, sometimes I look back at what I have almost done when I was
there and I can't help but wonder what frame of mind I was in."
"Like what," I asked.
"Like... I don't know... a couple of times I wanted to blow up the moon but
I'm glad I didn't.. I don't need Dente against me too...."
"I'll never be against you," I had said with all the enthusiasm a
13-year- old could come up with.
He had just smiled sadly. "You may not always feel that way, Chibi."
I asked him what he meant by that and he never answered me.
I should have never gone to find him.
As I said before, I knew where he was. He was in the same place he always went
to. It was this oasis in the South Desert that we found when we were still kids..
when we still had a little bit of innocence left in us. When I was still
clueless as ever.
Kami, do I miss those days.
When I got there it was a little past nightfall and the stars were just starting
to shine as bright as they could through the distance and vastness of space. He
was sitting with his back up against an acacia tree and his head bowed. He knew
I was there, I made no attempt to disguise my ki or to be quiet when I landed,
but he didn't acknowledge my presence. There was a long moment of silence before
I opened my mouth to ask him what was up, but before I could get it out, he
spoke first.
"Ya know, Goten, you really shouldn't have came."
I blinked confused, cause at the time I didn't know that he was right.
"Bulma called," I said, "she was worried about you and I came to
check on you."
"You never had before."
I shrugged, unsure as to what to say. "I was a little worried, too. So...
what's wrong."
He stood up and looked at me in the eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Now that I look back I wander if he was memorizing my face. "I love you,
Goten."
I wasn't sure, at the time, what was going on. "I love you, too."
He shook his head and walked up to me. "No, Goten. I LOVE you."
Now we all know I'm a little slow on the up-take and Trunks was never one to
wait on me to figure things out.
I really didn't know what to do. I wasn't even completely aware that my 16-
year-old best friend was confessing his undying love to me. All that I knew was
that I was confused.
I can only imagine what was going on in his head. He just told the biggest
secret he had to the person who could crush his life and they didn't even
understand. I guess I can't really blame him for what he did next. He had to
explain it to me somehow or we would have been standing there all night.
He kissed me... on the lips... hard.
That was when the realization hit me like Vegeta's Big Bang Attack.
Trunks was in love with me.
Trunks. In love. With me.
I repeated it over and over in my head knowing what the words meant but only
being able to blink cluelessly. At that time I was unaware of how they would
affect my life.
Boy, do I know now.
I should have been paying attention to my body (mistake #2) because while I
repeated my shocking conclusion in my head, my body was betraying me. By the
time I was alerted to my body's reaction and my need for oxygen, I had gone to
far. My arms were wrapped around his neck as I kissed back passionately. His
arms wrapped around my waist, a lazy hand gently caressing the tail scar at the
base of my spine.
I was never known for my ability to stop something I enjoyed and I was REALLY
enjoying this. My mind was so lost in a haze from lack of air and over
indulgence of the senses that I couldn't do anything but respond... and I did a
lot of it.
When Trunks finally pulled back we were both speechless and gasping for breath.
I was 15 at the time and by no means inexperience... well.. I thought wasn't...
but you see, I'd never kissed Trunks before.
I looked into his clear blue eyes slightly uncertain.
"Do.." he paused, "do you..." but he didn't need to finish.
My mind was going a million miles an hour. I didn't. Not like he loved me
anyways, at least I didn't think I did but I had never in my life thought of
Trunks like THAT. He was my life long friend. He had been there for as long as I
could remember. I thought he was my brother until I was 3. What would happen if
I said no? Would he get embarrassed and go on acting like it never happened?
Could I act like it never happened? Or.. would he say he was sorry and run off,
never acting the same way again.. or worse, would I never see him again? What if
he went off and left me? I couldn't handle that!! He meant so much to me and I
didn't want to lose him. My life was based on the fact that he was in it! That
was when I realized; I would lose him if I said no. One way or another he would
never be the same Trunks - MY Trunks.
That was when I made the biggest mistake yet. Mistake #3.
"Yes," I said weakly. I don't know how I said the word or how my mind
formed it but that was my answer.
I watched in fascination as something like relief formed in his eyes. He took my
face in his hands and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
My heart dropped as I watched him try to find the words to say. "I love you
so much. I've loved you forever.. I..."
Oh god, what had I done.
He kissed me again, differently. It was like he was trying to prove something to
me and I did the only thing that I could do.. I kissed back.
‘Maybe being with Trunks like this wouldn’t be so bad,’ I thought as the
kiss deepened but I don‘t remember what I was thinking after that, if I was
thinking at all. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t, though, because as the kiss went
on and on and on, he took of our clothing and laid me down. I wasn't exactly
fighting him; I was helping him. I can remember so well how gentle he was and
wonderful and a million other words I don‘t think are even in any language I
know. He took his time.. his slow torturous time. I may not have loved him like
he loved me at the time but there is only one way to describe what we did that
night. We made love. I was enchanted with running my fingers through his hair,
the way he said my name, and the way his name sounded so good coming from my
lips. I can remember loving the way out bodies molded together with each and
every movement and the way his eyes looked at me with total adoration.
Afterwards, I laid in his arms for what seemed like forever. My mind still
hadn’t comprehended that me and Trunks were officially more then friends so it
almost seemed more like we were just friends with benefits.. very good benefits.
Then I thought something. Something so profound that I believe now if the
thought had never came to me everything would have turned out different.
*‘I could fall in love with him. I could love him as much as he loves me and
more.’*
And I could have.
And maybe I still could.
“Let’s run away,“ he said suddenly.
“Why?”
He just shook his head. “I hate my life. Everything up until this point has
sucked. Everything has had no point other then to please someone else.”
I was so surprised by this sudden confession that I couldn’t respond. Since
when had he felt that way. Sure his life wasn’t easy to live but this?
He sat up and looked at me. “If we go back to.. that, I’m so scared you will
just get shuffled around in it and I...” he looked away unable to finish.
“And you won’t love me anymore?” I said, my voice sounding weak. I was so
damn naive, even then.
“I don’t want you to get lost in it.” He looked back at me, his eyes
pleading. “Please? Just for a little while. We can come back in a few months,
just let us..” he moved his hand back and forth “get to know this more.”
There was a light in his eyes, one I should have noticed. He always gets that
same look when he was trying to trick me into something he knew I would say no
to.
I should have recognized it. Maybe if I had none of this would have happened.
“But we know everything about each other already.” Or at least I thought we
did.
“Yeah, but I'm talking about this.” He put his hand on my face. “I want to
... so we can get used to this.”
“But how? The others could find us if they tried...”
“We can leave earth. We can go somewhere else...”
“But my dad could find us no matter where we...”
“The Dragonballs. We can just wish to hid our ki from who ever we want. Please,
Goten... Chibi.” he kissed me, “just for a little while,” he kissed me
again.
Unable to think while he kissed, me I didn’t respond. He was like a drug,
something you know you shouldn’t have but you just can’t resist.
In a way, he still is and always will be.
“I need you, Chibi. Please, for me.”
I pulled back slightly to look at him and proceeded to make the final mistake of
the night.
“Yes.”
He smirked at me. A look that proved that no one could possibly be his father
but Vegeta.
“Stay here. I’ll go get the radar.”
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Finding the Dragonballs had been ominously harder then normal. The first one had
been literally in the darkest place on earth, the Mariana Trench. It had been
under more than 36,000 feet water. The next in a volcano.
“Kilauea is the most active volcano in the world,” he informed me as we
hovered around its edge after getting the Dragonball. “He turned to me and
smirked as he tossed me something. “Merry Christmas.” I looked down at what
he had given me. It was an uncut diamond the size of my fist.
The third ball we found was by far the worst one. It had wound up in a coffin
with a decayed body. The fourth, found at about 3 am, was in the grand Adelphi
Theater. The HAUNTED Adelphi Theater. I didn’t see a ghost but still..... !!
The fifth one was in a hidden chamber in a pyramid.... With a dead body of a man
who’s scull was crushed. The sixth one was found at 3:30 pm in a New York
subway. The final one was found in the stomach of a dinosaur that decided that I
was to be it’s next meal. I’m not even going to tell you what we did to get
that one. All I’ll say is that we had to wait a long time for it to - er -
pass.
Well, at least I got a diamond out of the deal.
All in all it took a whole day to find them all. (That included the 6 hours that
we waited to get the last one.)
Shenlong was, to say the least, grumpy and imposing as always.
“You have 3 wishes. What is your first wish?”
Me and Trunks exchanged a look. “Three? But we though that there was only
two?”
Shenlong growled impatiently. “The last man that made a wish only wanted a
long-lasting pair of shoes. He gave his second wish to the person who next awoke
me. Now tell me what your first wish is. I grow impatient and wish to get back
to my sleep.”
“Well..?” Trunks glanced at me then back to the dragon. “How to phrase
this....” He turned back to the dragon. “I wish that we could hide our kis
from anyone we wanted to.... but each other,” he added quickly glancing at me.
That was my next clue, a foreshadowing if you will, but I shrugged it off,
easily trusting Trunks with my life.
His eyes glowed red. “Your wish has been granted,” he voice boomed, “what
is your second?”
It felt like a covering was over me, like no one could see me - but Trunks. I
looked at him. He seamed to be feeling the same thing. Then he looked at me.
“You can have this one; I’ll take the next wish.” He was playing me like a
fine tuned violin. I should have recognized the signs - I should have known. He
wanted me to go ahead and waste that wish so I couldn’t reverse his wish with
the last wish.
“Oh,” I bit my lip trying to think up a good wish. “I can’t really think
of anything.”
“Wow, Chib, I figured you’d just wish for a refrigerator that never goes
empty.”
I frowned at him, “I’m not that childish!” I protest, “This is a wish
that can’t be taken for granted. What if earth gets attacked and we have to
wish someone back?”
Trunks raised an eyebrow at me. “But the Dragonballs will be ready in a year.
They can just wish them back then,” he said in that everything-will-
be-okay-just-do-what-I-say tone.
“Yeah, but what if someone attacks like tomorrow and both Vegeta and Dad get
killed...”
He shrugged in his I-don't-care manner. “Won’t matter to me; We won’t even
be on earth.”
I was about to ask his what that meant but Shenlong interrupted me.
“Give me your second wish, Now!”
I jumped, “Okay, okay! I want to save my wish for later.”
“Fine, but I will only save one wish so you must tell me your third wish now!”
I looked at Trunks. “Your turn,” I said.
A strange look crossed his face. His lip curled upwards and his eyes twinkled
with something dangerous. He looked more like Vegeta then my Trunks.
My Trunks. How I miss my Trunks.
“My wish is...” He paused to think of the right words, “I want to be the
most powerful being in all the universe times 100!” My jaw dropped.
“What!!!” I yelled, but he continued.
“I want to be stronger than my father, Kakarotto, Gohan, I want to be so
strong that there is no possible way for anyone to ever defeat me... especially
my father!”
When I think back to that moment things cross my mind like “I could have
stopped him, said something... knocked him out or anything!” I know I probably
couldn’t have but I still blame myself.
And it IS my fault.
“Trunks.. why?”
He did nothing but look at the dragon.
“Your wish has been done. Farewell, and until your other wish has been made...”
The dragon was gone within seconds. Seconds later so were the balls.
I blinked twice. “Nothing changed.” I said stupidly and slightly hopeful.
He looked back to me and smirked. “Oh yes it did.”
Suddenly I felt his ki rise, and rise, and rise, higher, and higher, and higher.
Oh, Kami! I could feel the power oozing around me.. Trunks’ power. It was..
and still is... utterly unbelievable and that wasn’t (and isn’t) even the
half of it. He was like an endless pit of strength and energy and.. Kami! It
felt like I was smothering in his energy and it made me feel like an ant and it
still does. I always thought when Dad turned Super Sayjin 3 that his power was
imposable - or even Buu at his highest power... but this - he was - I still
can’t find the words.
The closest word I have found since then is a Majisteajin word. Ikrabilaet. It
means something along the lines of “more power then all the universes and Gods
combined.” That’s what they call Trunks now on Planet Majistea. They call me
the Deskrabilaet. It means, “God of the Ikrabilaet.” How wrong that word is.
God’s have power over those that follow them. I have no power of Trunks. If
anything, I'm the one following him.
Trunks flexed his hands, feeling his power pulsing through his veins. I closed
my eyes, to the sight and everything around me. I tried to take a step back but
I tripped and fell on my ass. I didn’t really notice; I was too busy trying to
keep existing while being trapped in Trunks’ Ki.
I heard him move towards me each step shook me to my very soul. I opened my eyes
and looked at him. He stood over me, intimidating and menacing. I felt like
crying - like curling into a ball and just crying myself to death. When he held
out his hand I flinched.
“Let’s go Chibi.”
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I had as I obediently took it.
I remember looking at earth as we left its atmosphere and thinking about how
blue it was. I never realized until then that it was the same blue as Trunks’
eyes.
“Mine, Goten. You are mine,” I heard Trunks declare in my ear. I turned away
from earth to face him.
If only I realized at the time that I would never see earth again.
TBC
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