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Warnings: Yaoi, OOC Goten, Goten abuse, Kami’s name in vain, And a REALLY
psycho/evil/tyrant Trunks so I guess he is OOC too! This chapter is a lemon as
well. Also a HUGE warning for any and all grammar mistakes because I am good at
making them!
Because I Said Yes
Chapter 1: Black, Blue, Red, Gold, and Sliver
By Slytherinette
I can almost remember a time when waking up came easy to me. Mom would come and
bang on the door telling breakfast was ready and I would be up in moments ready
for school. It wasn’t that difficult since my bed was hard and slightly to
small for comfort but the bed I’m in now is big, soft, warm, and oh so very
hard to get of.
I shift my head against the silk pillow, burying my nose deeper into its comfort.
I really don’t want to wake up. I am dreading the moment that I had to and
relishing every second I have to just stay in bed. I moan lightly as I shift my
head again, trying vainly to get back to sleep.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” I hear whispered hotly in my ear. In protest I turn
my head away from it hoping he would get the idea and let me be.
“Goten,” the voice teased, “time to get up.” I feel gentle hands
caressing my side. I try to reply with an objection but the sound that leaves me
sounds more like a grumbling moan.
I feel soft lips press against my shoulder. “Chibi, wake up for me.” The
lips move to my neck, then ear, teasing me awake. A lazy hand travels to the
base of my spine.
I have suddenly received the motivation to wake up.
“Come on, wake up and play, Go-chan.
I can’t stop the smirk that plays a cross my face. “No,” I say stubbornly
but not too convincingly.
He snorts, “Right,” he says and seconds later I’m on my back. “You look
awake to me.” One of his stray hands quickly grazes my erection to prove his
point.
I continue to “protest” by not responding and biting away my smirk.
He chuckles. “My beautiful Koi.” His soft lips are placed against my
forehead. “Open you eyes, Goten,” he softly demands. It isn’t the same as
the teasing demands from before. This was an order.
The smile drops from my face but I obediently look at him.
He smiles down at me. “That’s a good, Goten,” he says as he places a kiss
on the tip of my nose, “you are so perfect,” he kisses my cheek, “so
beautiful.”
I never really know how to respond when he says that. I never thought I was
beautiful (although he has the talent to make me feel it) and I know I’m not
perfect. If I were perfect I would be able to stop this - stop him but as his
lips reach mine I’m not too inclined to want to stop anything.
Have I ever said just how good of a kisser Trunks is? No, I don’t think that
explains it. Trunks is an *amazing* kisser! He makes me forget any and
everything but his lips and oh what nice lips he has, too. So sweet and pink and
kissable. I couldn’t stop if I wanted.
And I wouldn’t dare stop if I could. When I’m around Trunks, it’s like
walking on eggshells. I’m so scared of making him upset. I have seen him mad
at other people and I don’t want him mad at me. When people make him mad, bad
things tend happen.
Kami, I can still see Planet Kalikow blowing up. It wasn’t the last planet to
have its fate at Trunks’ hands, just the first.
I spread my legs open at Trunks’ calm insistence. He is so tender in most of
his touches that sometimes I wander if he is trying to be - trying to not hurt
me. Kami knows he could destroy me now with out so much as messing up his hair.
His lips stray to the fresh bite mark from last night. “My Chibi ... my
beautiful Goten.” He places himself at my entrance, purposely teasing me. I
know what he wants.
“Please,” I beg into his ear. My breath quickens in anticipation and a
familiar pool of heat builds in my body. I arch against him to give him better
access. A deep rumbling sound comes from Trunks, something between a growl and
purring. For some primal reason the sound make hotter and even more turned on.
Without preparation he enters me hard. A blinding white pain flashes red in my
head. I visibly wince but Trunks ignores it and begins a slow, hard rhythm.
Maybe I’m just a masochist but the pain feels incredible.
I moan deeply, my body purring in pleasure. I thrust my hips against him, trying
as hard as I can to get him to go faster. He smirks sadistically.
“Beg for me, Goten.”
For a split second my ego has a fit but my mouth is already open and doing just
as he asks.
“Oh, Kami, Trunks.. Please. Harder.”
Trunks chuckles but complies. I feel his strong hand wrap around me. I feel my
body tense and an occasional tremor shakes my body. My fingers tangle roughly in
his hair. Kami, I am so close - so blasted close.
“That’s a good Goten,” he purrs in my ear, “just wait for me.”
Wait? He wants me to WAIT? Kami, I don't think I can so I try hard to think of
something else but my mind is not in too much of a complying mood.
“I can’t,” I breathe harshly, “please..”
“Yes you can,” He replies simply, “just relax.” I obey immediately. My
body becomes limp and my hands drop to my side. He really likes to torture me
like this and truthfully, so do I.
I really have become a masochist.
I open my eyes to look at him. His has his head thrown back and his mouth open
in an “O.” Kami, I know I can’t take much more of this. He opens his own
eyes and looks down at me. His eyes have turned from their bright turquoise blue
to a deep cerulean. How many times has he looked at me with those eyes - those
beautiful, beautiful eyes? His thrusts become slightly more frantic and I know
he isn’t far from the edge. All I can do is wait and every single thrust is
excruciatingly wonderful. I wander if he knows just how much I LOVE this. I
never want it to end. Just me and him, him in me... Nothing matters and nothing
else exists. It’s times like this that I remember why I have never tried to go
home. He loves me and I know he does and inside of him is the Trunks I could
fall in love with (and maybe I already have.)
I can’t keep myself from reaching up to touch his face. He leans down and
kisses me softly, his tongue gently licking at my lips. It’s totally different
than what the rest of his body is doing to me. His kiss quickly becomes almost
fanatic as he deepens it out of need.
“Come for me baby,” he whispers against my lips and I whimper. It only takes
me a second to obey. I wrap my arms tightly around him and kiss him even harder
as my body shudders painfully in orgasm. He follows me quickly in release as his
seed shoots deep into my body.
Kami, that felt good. Not as good as last night’s many times but none the less
satisfying.
He pulls out of me with a groan from both of us. He lays down on top of me not
out of exhaustion but merely because he is content.
“You are so rapacious,” I say finally, “as if the 14 times yesterday
wasn’t good enough.”
He smirks against my chest. “Rapacious? Where did you learn that word?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think I heard my servant say it once. She has an
excellent vocabulary for someone who taught herself how to read.”
“You really like her don’t you?”
“Ummhumm. She reminds me of....” I pause, not sure if I should say it or
not. He always gets so tense after I mention anything about home and the last
think I want to happen is for Acedona to get hurt.
“Of.... Your mom?”
I try to not noticeably flinch. “Yeah.”
“Good. That's why I picked her,” he pulled back slightly. “I got to take a
shower.”
I groan, not really wanting him to move.
“Come on. Let me up,” he says as if I’m really holding him down. He could
break may grasp with out a problem even if I was holding as tightly as I could.
“Take me with you,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist. He complies,
easily lifting me up and carrying me into the bathroom and in the shower.
“So,” I say as he sets me on my feet in the shower floor, “what have you
got on the agenda today.”
“I have to meet with that Majistea-jin woman. Ugh,” he growls, pressing the
button that turns on the water rather harshly, “If it wasn’t for you I would
have already blown up that blasted planet.” I wander if he knows just how much
he sounded like Vegeta just then. How many times had I heard him say that? A
hundred, a thousand? Always saying it to Bulma for one reason or another.
“They don’t deserve to die just because their Queen is disliked in your eyes,”
I say meekly, reaching for the shampoo.
“My eyes? Humph. You actually get along with them?”
“Well, I know one Majistea-jin chick and she is very nice to me.”
“You’ve only met the Queen.”
I shrug. “She didn’t bother me.”
“Hn. I swear she is worse then my mom,” he growls violently, “every time
I’m in the same room as her I just want to blast her to ashes.”
“Well, If you do, do it to her, not Majistea.” I poor a healthy amount of
shampoo in my palm. He doesn't respond so I look him squarely in the eyes.
“You promised me, Trunks! You said you wouldn’t blow up any more planets!”
He shakes his head. “I know, I know, I won’t,” He says taking the bottle
from my hands and putting it back.
“Good,” I say, putting the shampoo in his hair and lathering it up. I know
he has broken his promise to me before but I won’t say anything about it to
him. He thinks I don’t know but I could feel him do it. Sometimes I can close
my eyes and see what he sees and a few times I have read his thoughts. I can
vaguely remember Vegeta telling us something about how two Saiya-jins mated. I
think that those were some of the effects.
“Maybe you should go with me,” he suddenly says, “In fact, maybe you could
go in my place.”
My eyes widen, my fingers pausing momentary in their job, “What? No! I will go
with you but not alone. I don’t even know what you want from them. Kami, I
don’t know what you want with half the people you rule over.”
Trunks looked at me thoughtfully then tilted his head, singling me to finish
what I was doing. “Okay then. You can come with me but don’t be surprised if
I kill her in front of you.”
I keep myself from sighing but nod. “Whatever you want.” I kiss him lightly
on the lips before I push him under the spray to wash out the soap.
“Oh and there is a planet I want you to see,” he says gently urging me to
turn around. I feel his hands in my hair and the odor of the shampoo fills my
nose.
I blink. Oh no. When he says that he normally means that he wants me to decide
if I want it as our “home” planet. There have only been a few and I have
said no to all of them but Trunks is determined to get me to choose. I don’t
want to pick one. I want to go home to Earth.
“Really? What is it,” I act interested.
“Its called Yuuchik (1) but you can rename it if you want. I think you’ll
like it.” He kisses my shoulder once before he pulls me into the spray.
“Besides, I hope you pick one soon. I’m getting tiered of this stupid ship.”
I suddenly get the felling its going to be a long day.
The meeting with Quintana, the Majistea-jin no jo’oo, had went a lot better
than I could have hoped. She and Trunks had came to an early agreement. She
gives him what he wants and he would refrain from blasting her planet to bits.
Later, after Trunks left, she asked me what she did wrong and how she could fix
it.
“You remind him of his mother,” I said, “try and act soft-spoken or send
someone who is in your place. I know that that’s just the way you are, but so
was his mother and I don’t think you want to be someone who reminds him of
her.”
“Perhaps my daughter. She is a lot nicer than I am. I must admit I have been
ruler for far to long,” she sighed, “maybe I should make my daughter battle
me for the throne. She would be a far better Queen than I have been. She would
be able to help hold our kingdom together through this.” I stayed quiet
knowing she still had more. “My people are very displeased with me. We have
fallen into financial ruin. I can’t pay our people and I can’t force more
taxes out of them - no one has the money! I have shifted 90% of our labor to
work on the mines to get the minerals that he wants but now there is no one to
man the crops. I can’t keep the Ikrabilaet happy no matter how hard I try! My
people think I have gone weak because I will not fight him but, as you know, I
can’t. I have told them and told them but they either don’t believe me or
they don’t care. They have already started small rebellions against me so what
in the universe am I to do. I have tried to tell this to Ikrabilaet but he
doesn’t care. All he wants is more zainafad (2) but I don’t know if I have
the resources to give it to him, natural or manual.” She closed her eyes
against the tears. From what I know of them it is a dishonor to female ever cry.
I reached over and placed my left hand over hers.
“I wish I knew what to tell you or how to help you but I don’t.”
“Just by being here today, you my have prolonged my life, by how long I
don’t know, but I must thank you, Deskrabilaet.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know how I helped but you’re welcome.”
She smiled sadly, “You have more influence over him then you realize.” She
looked at my hand. “That’s a beautiful ring. I noticed Ikrabilaet had one on
as well.” She picked my hand up and pulled it closer to her face. “What is
it made of?”
I shrugged, “Some silver alloy and a diamond. He had them made a little after
we reached the southern part of the universe. He found the diamond the day
before we left Earth but the silver is from the planet it was made on.”
She smiled, “It’s pretty. It sparkles. I have never seen such a clear
diamond before. All the ones from our planet are dark looking.” She stood up.
“Well, I must be off. I need to be on my planet in just a few hours. It was a
wonderful pleasure to get to meet you again.” She bowed and soon left.
Later I talked to Trunks.
“If you could just give them enough time to help them get their economy back
up they will be able to give you all the zainafad you need.”
Trunks shrugged taking another bite out of some fruit he was eating, “I‘ll
think about it,” he said nonchalantly, “anyways I don’t want to talk about
it.”
I tried my hardest to keep myself from growling but I failed miserably. He
looked up at me from his plate of food and raised an eyebrow.
“Okay,” he sat back and waited for me to continue.
“You know what you are doing, right?” He didn’t respond, just cocked his
head to the side. “Your acting just like Frieza.” I regretted the words the
second they left my mouth but there was no looking back now. “You blow up
planets just because you can, you force people to give you what you want no
matter the cost, and then you treat them like dirt.” I didn’t even mind
saying that he acted like Vegeta as well but he knew I was thinking it.
His eye twitched slightly and his Ki jumped up way past my tolerance level. I
suddenly felt smothered as if my life was totally insignificant. I cant ever
stand it when he does that. It’s more power then I can handle at one time.
“I am nothing like him,” he said, his voice sounding more like thunder. He
glared at me for a long second before he stood up and left. He didn’t lower
his Ki any and I can still feel it, even though he is on the other side of the
ship.
I lay my head back on the pillow, my mind lost in it’s own world. I can hear
Acedona shuffling around my room, finding me something to wear when we land on
Yuuchik.
“You really shouldn’t sleep so much,” she says firmly, “It will give you
wrinkles and cause you to not be able to see correctly. You should wake up and
read a book instead.”
I open my eyes and look over at her. “I haven’t read a book since I left
Earth.”
She openly glared at me. “It’s obvious. Your brain is going to turn to mush.”
I laugh slightly and close my eyes again. Kami she reminds me of Mom and her
blue skin reminds me of Earth’s sky.
“Is this blue or black,” she asks holding up something I don’t see cause I
don’t open my eyes.
“Usually if you can’t tell it means it’s blue.”
“Or a faded black,” she added. “Do you want to wear the blue pants with
the silver and red royalty robe, or the black pants with the red and gold?”
“Why can’t I wear the black with the red and silver?”
“Because it looks bad.”
I look over at her. “You mean *you* like the black, gold, and red but put the
blue, silver, and red in so it would look like I have a choice?”
“Yep.”
I smile at her. “I’ll go for the one you like.”
“Good, cause the other one was ugly,” she said as she put the “ugly” one
back.
Yep just like my Okaasan.
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(1) Yuuchik: Get it Chikyuu - Yuuchik? You will under stand once you read the
description of the planet.
(2) Zainafad: It’s a mineral I just made up! Don’t know what they need it
for but hey I needed something to work with! Anyone got any ideas? I’ll loan
you Goten for a day and I‘ll even send him pre-fed!
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