Last
chapter you kind of go a glimpse of how Trunks has been corrupted. (As
vegeta4ginia said: “Absolute power corrupts absolutely”) If you didn’t
notice before, that’s my main theme. I love putting stuff like that in my
stories! And Yeah, yeah, I didn’t give them tails but they don’t need them -
yet.
Just so you know: Trunks was 16 and Goten, 15 when they left earth. Trunks is
now 18 and Goten, 17
Disclaimer: Nope, but they are on my Christmas list!
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC Goten, Goten abuse, language, and a psycho/evil/tyrant
Trunks (so I guess he is OOC too!). Also a HUGE warning for any and all grammar
mistakes because I am good at making them! Also my muse is telling me I have to
write this with lemon or she won’t help me with anything! (My muse, Jan, who
lives in my ear, is an evil little bitch.)
Because I Said Yes
Chapter 2: Yuuchik: A Reminder of Home
By Slytherinette
~There is no place in the world like home~
As I arrive at the gate that leads out of the ship I am grateful that Trunks has
seriously lowered his Ki. I breathe a sigh of relief as I take my place by his
side. He’s probably still mad at me because he has his arms crossed and a
scowl firmly in place. He looks so much like his father but I’m not stupid
enough to tell him that.
“Your late,” he says more to Acedona than to me but I respond instead.
“It’s my fault. I was trying to figure out how to put this robe thing on,”
and it was true. The “buttons” that go up the front don’t work like
buttons. They are these silk clasps and it took me a good five minuets to figure
them out and in then I ended up having Acedona fix them anyways.
His eyes slowly rake over my body, taking in my clothing. I gulp as he lets his
eyes linger just a little to long. I can’t stop the familiar pool of heat I
feel in my stomach from the gesture but I quickly push it aside. Now is not the
time for that (although I'm pretty sure if I pulled Trunks back to our living
quarters he wouldn’t mind doing exactly what is running through my mind.) I
have bite my lip to quell the temptation to do just that. From the corner of my
eye I see Trunks grin. Of course, he can smell me. I’ve turned into a
nymphomaniac and it’s his entire fault. He licks his lips as he leans down to
my ear.
“We’ll have plenty of time for that later,” he says, his breath hot on my
ear. I turn to look at him and he places a kiss on my lips. He ends the kiss
much sooner than I would like and when he pulls back I groan lightly.
Maybe he’s not mad at me anymore. Ah, fuck! What am I saying? One second
he’s mad at me, and I at him, and the next I have to prevent myself from
jumping him! I really am screwed up.
I take his arm and he nods his head to a man standing beside door, who presses a
button. As the gate lowers I can’t help but catch my breath. The first thing I
see is a bright blue sky and then vibrant emerald green trees. As I walk I
notice the gravity is a but heavier than that of any of the other planets. My
guess is it’s about 10 times that of Earth’s. Far off in the distance I can
hear birds chirping and if I didn’t know better I would have sworn I was home.
I can feel Trunks’ eyes looking at me, paying close attention to my reaction
so I close my gaping mouth but my eyes are still wide with awe. I can hear a man
speaking but I’m not paying attention.
This planet is so much like earth it’s almost scary.
“Shut up,” I hear Trunks growl. I turn to see a short man with orange skin
bowing down to him. It’s obvious that he is trying to apologize but Trunks
just rolls his eyes.
“Do you not understand what I am saying,” he growls at the man “Do I need
to speak in another language? If you don’t shut up now, I’m going to kill
you!”
Needless to say, the man’s mouth clamped shut.
Trunks then turned to me, a much softer look on his face. “Do you like it?”
I took in the scenery around me again. It truly is beautiful.
“It’s a lot like Earth,” I comment softly but I know he can hear me.
“That’s the point.”
I shake my head. Of course that's the point. Almost every environment he puts me
is a reminder of home. Acedona reminds me of my Mom, our living quarters on the
ship reminds me of my house, hell, half the time we eat human food, why not just
throw a planet that looks just like Earth in the mix! It’s all a plot to try
and get me to stop missing it so much, even if he hates any and all reminders of
the “hell” he left. He hates the way that I wish I was home. He wants me to
make a new home with him that’s not Earth but I can’t! I know that that
Trunks’ intention is to destroy all want to go home that but what he doesn’t
understand is that anything that reminds me of earth makes me miss it all the
more. This planet HURTS to look at! This longing deep inside me to go home is
100x’s more painful.
Yuuchik is so much like Earth... but it’s not home. The sky is the wrong blue
and the grass too green.
I shook my head in response to Trunks’ question and turn to the short orange
colored man. “You have a beautiful planet but..” I turn back to Trunks,
“not this one.”
The man, the king of this planet, I think, sighs in relief. “I’m am sorry
you feel this way but if there is anything we can do for you please tell us
because we want to help you in anyway we can and-”
“-Did I not tell you to shut up!?!”
“Sorry sire.”
A disgusted look cam across Trunks face. “Keep your mouth shut or I will make
sure it will never open again!” The man turned a sick color of burnt orange
but didn’t say anything else.
Trunks rolled his eyes then walked over to me. I am surprised when he roughly
grabs my wrist and pulls me away from the small group.
“What the fuck are you talking about? This planet is perfect! You said it
yourself that it looks like Earth!”
I shake my head. I’m not even going to say that it’s not earth out loud.
“Trunks,” I say, placing my free hand on his cheek in an attempt to calm him
down, “You’re right - it’s just like earth but ...”
“It’s not Earth, huh Goten?”
I hang my head, “No, I was going to say..”
“What?”
“That it’s too much like earth.” Well, here it goes. Might as well clear
the air. “You keep trying to remind me of home so I won’t miss it but I only
miss it when you remind me.” That’s a lie, I always miss it, but he
doesn’t have to know that. He looks at me, his blue eyes softening. I’m also
not going to tell him that every time I look at him I miss Earth.
Suddenly his face turns cold again. He snorts. “I’ll make a deal with you,
Baby.” He put his face inches from mine. “Every planet that you don’t
chose is getting blown up. Starting with this one. This planet’s got a
population of about 100 million. Do you want 100 million people to die just
because you’re indecisive?”
I close my eyes to the tears as I shake my head, “No.”
“I though so.” He pulled back. “We’ll go back on our little ship and we
will orbit this planet for a few days. After that I’ll ask you again and
you’ll give me your final answer. Got it?”
I nod; unable to speak for fear that I’ll start to cry.
“Good.” His lips graze my forehead. “Now, let’s go back to our quarters.
I think there was something you wanted to do.” He lets go of my wrist but
grabs my hand instead.
We walk over to the group again and Trunks turns to the man he was yelling at
before. “I’m afraid my Goten is a bit indecisive. We’ll let you know his
final decision in 48 hours,” he says, putting emphasis on the word “his.”
It’s just a reminder that it’ll be my fault if this planet gets destroyed.
The man opens his mouth to reply but thought better of it at the last second.
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When we made it back to our bedroom the first thing Trunks did was lean back on
the bed, his arms supporting him, and look at me expectantly.
I stood there nursing my wrist. It ached painfully and was already starting to
bruise.
“Was there something you wanted to do,” he asks, his voice tempting.
Not any more, I think violently. How in the hell can he do this? One minuet he
is seconds away from blasting me and the next minuet he wants to have sex! I
know I sound like a hypocrite but damn! He is so confusing and totally
unpredictable, of course he was the same way before. I have spent all 17 years
of my life with him and I still can’t figure him out.
Maybe if I had of none of this would be happening now. Maybe we would still be
home, playing childish games or sparing. My heart drops at the next thought that
enters my mind.
This is all my fault.
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Go-chan...” he says quietly.
I bite back my sadness as I walk over to him and he leans up. Maybe I can keep
him like this. Maybe I can keep him in a better mood till tomorrow and he will
change his mind about blowing up Yuuchik.
Empty hopes in the ones you love only lead to heartache.
“Trunks,” I say as I let my lips fall on his in a ghost of a kiss, “Please
forgive me.”
“For what, Koi,” he asks pulling me down so I straddle his lap.
“All I seem to be doing today is making you mad,” I throw a pout in just for
the heck of it.
He smiles a smile that is more like the Trunks I once knew as he nips on my lips.
“Already forgotten Chibi.”
I highly doubt that.
I deepen the kiss. Our tongues dance around each other in a slow lazy rhythm
licking and tasting each other.
Yet again, I must point out that Trunks is an expert kisser! It was his damn
kissing skills that got me here in the first place.
I moan and relax my body against his after the kiss when on and on and on. He
isn’t doing anything to push things along other than kiss back. He always
takes charge of things. By now I should be on my back screaming his name in
pleasure. I’m not too sure what he wants me to do so I try to pull back to
look at him but he just holds my head in place as he leans all the way back
down.
Now I’m confused.
I trail a path of kisses down his neck. “What do you want me to do,” I ask.
To me it sounds like a child asking their parent what the next chore on the list
is.
“Hmm, whatever you want, Tenshi.” He leans his head back, giving me better
access to the skin on his neck.
Oookay.
I urge him to take of his shirt as my tongue begins an exploration of his chest.
I have every single line, scar, and muscle memorized and mapped out in my mind.
Trunks really is beautiful. His body is so well built (whether it be from his
power, training since he was three, or genetics, I don’t know) and his skin
tastes like lemons, so soft and smooth under my tongue.
I am careful to pay equal attention to both nipples as I undo his paints. Some
time, I don’t know when, he had managed to kick off his shoes. This makes my
job much easier so his paints get discarded rather quickly.
I begin to debate on what to do next. I could just make him happy or get us both
off. I know that sounds harsh but its true. My ass is still sore from this
morning’s unprepared sex but I know he will probably want to have sex again,
anyways. I am defiantly going to have to be prepared, first.
Ugh, I just don’t know what to do. He’s never let me take charge before!
I pull up, my lips finding his again.
“Chibi, you are way over-dressed,” he says as gently pushes me back.
I nod and begin to take off my clothing. His eyes never leave my face, even
after I am standing naked before him. My brown eyes meet his beautiful eyes that
have turned back to that cerulean I adore. An unconcious blush creeps into my
cheeks. He sees this and smirks.
Blast him and that damn smirk.
He grabs my hand and pulls me back on top of him. “You are the most beautiful
thing in the entire universe, Chibi,” he kisses my lips softly.
For some peculiar reason my eyes start to burn with unshed tears. Kami, he loves
me so much. I know he does cause I can feel the pain of it in my own heart... oh
I just wish I could love him like he loves me. I love him, so very much, but not
enough. Sometimes I just hate him too much. I once thought I could teach myself
to love him more but I only managed to fall in love with the person he left on
earth, someone I don’t think I’ll ever see again.
Putting my mind back on what I was doing I grab his hand and place three of his
fingers in my mouth, excessively wetting them. He doesn't need any prompting as
he moves his hand down to my backside. Even though the first finger is gentle it
still hurts like a bitch. You would think that I would be used to the pain by
now but I guess I’m just weak.
Kami, I’m so fucking week.
He rolls me on my back to finish preparing me. His free hand strokes me and
slowly the pain edges away to be replaced by pleasure. After I am ready and
whimpering in need he wraps an arm around my waist and easily pulls me back up
so that I am straddling him with us both sitting up.
“Tell me, Goten, what do you want?” His voice seems strangely normal.
I want to go home.
My heart hurts again so I kiss him hard, my hands knotting in his hair. I
don’t ever answer him out loud.
He impales himself in me causing me to bite down on his lip. I taste the sweet
coppery taste of blood and can’t resist the urge to lick off every drop.
He lifts me on and off of him over and over. My head falls back, a small drop of
his blood leaks out of my mouth but I pay it no mind. Every part of my being is
totally focused on him and every part of him. I can feel every thrust inside of
me and I can almost feel what he feels. My grip on his hair becomes tighter when
I feel his lips kiss my neck followed closely by his teeth.
I scream his name, unable to stop my orgasm, as I shudder in total bliss. My
mind goes blank as he thrusts one more time before he follows me.
I fall limply against his body with him supporting both of us. He licks gently
at the wound on my neck for a long a few seconds before he lays me back on the
bed.
He leans over me, looking at my flushed face before leaning down and licking the
small drop of his blood on my face away.
“Mekia chim deaes meanda,” he whispers against my skin.
I look at him confused. “What does that mean?”
“It’s Saiyago (1). Ask Acedona. She’ll know.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Where did you learn that?”
He shrugged a little, his body shifting to a more comfortable position on mine.
“I picked it up a little while back.”
“Oh,” I simply say. I wander if Vegeta taught it to him.
I turn my head, my nose rubbing against his. His still cerulean eyes regard me
attentively. He’s looking at me as if he’d never seen me before and now has
to memorize my face. He looks so calm and peaceful. It would amaze anyone that
the same person that I am in bed with is the same that has destroyed entire
races without so much as a thought.
I bite my lip in serious thought. Maybe if I could just keep him in bed.
A small chuckle escapes him.
“What,” I ask innocently.
He just shakes his head, “Just you, Tenshi.” He kisses me, nibbles on my
lips for a second, then pulls back, the same look in his eyes.
His beautiful blue eyes.
I sigh slightly. “I love your eyes,” I find myself saying without purpose.
My gaze travels to the purple silk of his hair, “and your hair. So pretty.”
My eyes meet his blue eyes again but only for a second. Trunks closes the small
gap between our mouths in a passionate kiss. I wrap my arms around him, all
ready feeling myself grow hard again.
I really am a nymphomaniac.
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Several hours later finds me totally exhausted. My head is burred in Trunks’
shoulder with him on his side, both arms around me. I don’t think I could move
another muscle if I tried but I don‘t think I‘ll try anytime soon. Trunks’
hand lazily strokes my hair and I am literally purring in total contentment. At
the moment I have forgotten everything I should be thinking about. Majistea,
Yuuchik, even Earth. Nothing seems too important except the gentle beating of
his heart and the wonderful smell of sex. Kind of makes me want to do it again.
Kind of, but like I said before I am way too worn out!
“Goten,” Trunks’ gentle voice says in the darkness, “what do you really
want.”
I want to go home.
I shrug my answer, “What’s wrong with what I have now?” And that is a good
question. What is wrong with being the mate of the strongest being in the
universe, second to only him in influence, and known as a God to thousands of
races. Trunks is absolutely Adonis (2) and the sex is better then great.
What is wrong with what I have now?
I don’t want more. I just want to go home.
“Maybe we should have a child.”
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(1) Saiyago: -go used as a suffix means it’s the language of a group. This
literally means that it is the language of the Saiyajin.
(2) Adonis: In Greek Mythology he is the perfect man. I know most of you will
know that but some may not.
Wow - a cliff hanger huh? (Sarcastically) Boy am I good at them huh? ANYWAYS..
That, everyone, was 7 pages (Okay, really 6 and two lines but oh well...) Be
proud and I’m sorry this sucked. I also only intend to have 1 (MAYBE 2) more
lemons in this story. From what I can tell it may be 10-15 chapters long. I hope
to get this done before I go to Daytona next month. Now that I am past THAT
chapter things should go a lot smother. Also you may have noticed I have a thing
for colors and making up words.
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