I
would normally say, sorry this sucks, but this is the best chapter I have ever
written, to me anyways. I am fond of this one.
Disclaimer: Nope.
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC Goten, language, and a psycho/evil/tyrant/OOC Trunks.
Warning for any and all grammar mistakes because I am good at making them and
I’m also SUPER mean to Goten in this one cause I'm using his own psyche
against him.
This chapter may not have a lemon, but it’s rated R. This one is NOT for the
weak of heart, people. There is also a little incest hit here between Gohan and
Goten. It’s nothing major but it’s there. It’s not one of the major plot
points, it’s just how Goten’s mind is viewing it all in the dream and the
dream is pretty twisted. I’ll explain it at the end of this chapter.
Because I Said Yes
Chapter 3: Almost home.
By Slytherinette
“Maybe we should have a child.”
I jump back from him and look at him in something akin to horror. “What,” I
ask, not even thinking to hid my shock.
“You know. A baby. Something two people have, or even one, when they want to
start a family.”
I shake my head. “But I’m a boy and your the same sex as me and...” I say
logically, “don’t we.. ya know.. aren’t we incompatibly.. we can’t have
kids,” I finally state.
Trunks smiles in amusement. Please let this be a joke. A baby? No way!
“Ah, Chibi, you're so funny. It doesn’t matter what sex we are. All we need
are two sperm cells, one from me and one from you. There is a bunch of other
stuff involved but I’ll explain that later.” He pulls me back down and
kisses me on my neck. “I want one and I know you’ll love it.” His lips
trail kisses up to my ear.
Want one?! It?! He’s making it sound like the child would be just another
object that he would own. He or she would be a living being with emotions,
something that you have to nurture and love, something that you would have to
protect and .... raise in the right environment.
/This/ is NOT an _environment_ for a *child* to be _raised_ in!!!!!
I take a deep breath and I shake my head again. “But.. but.. I'm only 17 and
your only 18....” but that was a load of B.S. My parents weren't much older
than me when Gohan was born. Trunks doesn’t respond, he just keeps placing
soft kissed along my jaw.
We can’t have a child! They would grow up and... oh Kami! What if the baby
inherits his power? They would be unstoppable... not that anyone could stop
Trunks now but this would only be the beginning of a dynasty of....
Oh Kami, I think I’m going to pass out. I sit up suddenly, visions of
exploding planets filled my mind.
Trunks sits up beside me and kisses my cheek affectionately. “You think to
much, baby. Go to sleep and we will talk about this in the morning.”
I nod and lay down on my back, surprisingly my body relaxed automatically.
Trunks wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips are yet
again placed on my neck, his tongue gently licking at the bite mark from before.
It’s almost soothing in a strange way. He does it every night and sometimes we
don’t make it to sleep because of it.
And sometimes I wander if he has sex with me while I’m to exhausted to wake
up.
Trunks chuckles a little bit and moves his lips to my hear. “Sleep, Angel. I
promise to be good until you wake up.”
I shift my arm, placing it where his head is laying on it, his tongue still
kissing my neck.
I am way to tired to respond but the last thought I have before sleep finally
possesses me is: Did he just read my mind?
---------- Goten’s Dream ----------
I’m almost home.
I don’t know how and I don’t care.
I’m almost home.
Tears fill my eyes. Kami, I haven’t cried in how long? I haven’t shed a
single tear since before the last time I saw this place.
I’m almost home.
I can’t think of anything else. I know that just over the hill in front of me
is the house I grew up in. I know that if I walk over to it to I’ll be greeted
by my Mom, Dad, and Gohan, even Videl and, Kami how old would Pan be now? 6, 7?
I would even be happy to see Vegeta and Bulma, and I would get to see if Bra
still looks like her mother. I would even hug Mr. Satan if he’s there.
I look around. The green is so perfect and the sky...
I look up and my heart drops. The sky is still the same color of Trunks eyes.
What was I supposed to expect? Brown?
I look back to hill only to meet the same blue.
Trunks looks at me, uncertainty filled his eyes like tears.
“Do...” he paused, “do you...” but he never finishes the question that I
already knew the answer to.
This time I will not lie. I will say the truth. I will tell him how I really
feel even if it means the loss of our friend ship. I will not let all those
people die because I couldn’t handle loosing Trunks.
I opened my mouth to respond but then it hit me. As I looked in those clear blue
eyes I realized I didn’t know the truth.
But that doesn’t matter. Say what you should have, Goten.
“No.” The word comes out of my mouth wrong. It comes out so violently and I
didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want him to do what he did. I don’t
want him to become who he is.
Suddenly everything stops as Trunks just looks at me, betrayal burns bright in
his eyes, along with a cold hurt.
That’s when he starts crying.
I have never seen Trunks cry. I saw him almost cry when he was told his dad was
dead, I have seen him almost cry a million times but not since we were small.
Trunks was crying because of me.
My heart broke in a million pieces and suddenly I was a 15 year old again. I was
confused and I didn’t understand that my best friend, the best friend that I
would follow till the end of the universe, just told me that he loved me.
I don’t want him to be hurt. I do love him, I do! Maybe not like he loves me
but I can learn, I can. I will try really, really hard.
I reach out my hand to his cheek to take it back, a motion I have done so many
times before.
He grabs my arm. His grip is tight, to tight for me to handle. The hurt in his
eyes melt away to the cold, hard eyes I see everyday. “That’s to bad,
Goten.” His voice is so hard. The only trace that he was ever who he was 5
seconds ago are the wet tears stains still rolling from his face. “That’s to
bad because It doesn’t matter. You’re mine, Chibi. Mine.” His lips meet
mine in a crushing kiss.
His. I am and I always will be.
I kiss him back with the same severity and suddenly, he’s gone.
I look around, half expecting him to be there, somewhere behind a tree taunting
me to find him but he’s not.
My eyes fall back on the hill and I smile again.
I’m almost home.
I walk for it, my feet practically skipping, I’m so happy.
I can see the tops of the trees that are behind my house, and I know, I just
know, the top of my house is just inches away from being seen.
Then I hear something. I freeze in my tracks. It’s a sniffling sound like
someone is crying.
I turn around to see a small child, 5 or 6, sitting where I was standing a
moment before. Her legs are pulled up and she’s crying in her knees.
My heart broke again.
I walk over to her and kneel beside her.
“What’s wrong,” I ask, my voice soft so I don’t scare her.
She paused in her crying to look up at me, her black eyes still filled with
tears. “You don’t love me.”
I blinked, “What makes you think that?”
“Because you don’t want me.” Her sobs start to come harder and I do the
only thing I could do.
I wrapped my arms around her and drew her to my lap. “Shh, that’s not true,”
I comfort her, rocking her back and forth. I can remember Trunks doing this to
me when I was little. It always made me feel better.
She sniffled a little in my shoulder but she visibly calmed down.
“What’s you name,” I ask her, stroking her black hair.
“I don’t have one.”
“Well, how old are you?”
“I’m not born yet.”
I shake my head, “I don’t understand.”
“I’m not born yet,” she hiccupped a little and took a deep breath, “And
I won’t be cause you don’t want me.” She started crying again, harder this
time, her sobs coming violently.
Suddenly I understood. She was my little girl.
I held her tightly to me, so tight I’m almost worried I might hurt her. “No,
no, I want you, I do, I just,” I pause, unable to speak for the lump in my
throat, “I just want you have everything I can’t give you right now. You
can’t live a life like this. I want you to have.. have..” But I couldn’t
continue. Tears were flowing down my cheeks and I was finding it hard to breath
with the sobs that wrecked my body.
She shook her head violently and pulled back. “But don’t you see, All we
need is each other. All I want is for you to love me, that's all I need, and I
can make you happy, I know I can.” She stood up, her eyes still locked on mine.
“I’ll try really hard. I’ll make you proud, I promise. Just please, please,
love me. Try and want me as much as I want you. I love you, Daddy, please....”
I reach out to grab her but my hand only connects with air.
My heart wrenched in my chest. “No, don’t leave me, no...” I sob but all I
hear is nothing again.
True despair fills my body with a white painful heat that seems all consuming.
My stomach twists in agony and my tears are burning out my eyes. Oh, Kami, King
Ki, Shin - SOMEONE have mercy on me and just let me die! My fist clutches at my
chest and I am so very tempted to just rip it out.
I could do it. It would be a small price to pay to get rid of all the pain.
“You can’t. You have to live with what you‘ve done!”
I jumped at the voice and I look up to see my mother standing over me, the same
scowl she wore when ever I did something very bad.
“Mom..”
“I am not your mother,” she spat out, “I raised my children with brains
and you have none.”
I stand up quickly and open my mouth to defend myself, to try and explain.
“I know it was hard to grow up without a father but you’re not the only boy
that did. Dente, you are one big disappointment after another.” She shook her
head in disgust. “Gohan lived his life blaming himself for killing Goku, he
blames himself for you not having a father, he blames himself for you being so
screwed up.”
I shake my head, “No, I.. Mom.. I tried, I really have! I just don’t know
what to do!”
“You are so childish!”
I jump again and spin to see Gohan with a scowl that would rival Moms.
“We tried so hard to give you what you wanted and you still weren't happy.
Even after Dad came back you still wanted more. Well, now you got it. You have
the whole fucking universe in the palm of your hand and at what price, Goten?
You took everything we tried so hard to give you, including your father, and you
traded it in for a shiny new bicycle.” Gohan got in my face, his voice
becoming a low growl. “Do you like to ride it, Goten? I bet you like it hard,
don‘t you? You just love the way he makes you scream his name over, and over,
and over.” he moved his lips to my ear, “And your favorite part is when he
bites you, isn’t it? Oh, yes, you love that, the pain.” I jump when he
places a almost too gentle kiss below my ear. “I could make you hurt, little
brother. Would you like that?”
I shake my head no and try to step back but a hard body stops me.
“You’re just Trunks’ slut and you know what they say - What’s the
Son’s is the Fathers.” I whimper and struggle against my Brother and Vegeta,
who had me locked firmly between them. “No use in fighting, your too weak to
do anything. you might as well enjoy it,” Vegeta whispers in my ear.
I closed my eyes and try and will them away as their lips find places of
interest on my skin. I concentrate on becoming Super Saiyajin but I can’t
gather the energy. “No, please.”
“Mmmm. You taste like sugar, Little Brother.”
“And cinnamon”
I shake my head hard. “No, please! Please.”
Then they were gone.
I blinked twice as I look around. They’re no where in sight. I sigh, relieved
that it‘s over. I look down. Maybe I am better off with Trunks. He never
treats me like that. I should have never have came here, how ever I got here. I
want to leave before I see the one person I don’t want to see.
“Goten, I’m very disappointed in you.”
My body freezes, my heart pounding in fear. He’s standing right behind me. I
can feel the warmth of his body even though he is a good foot away.
“No, not you.” I beg, “Please, I’m so sorry.” Slowly I turn, my tears
of pain a guilt still staining my face. I look at him, his face, almost a mirror
image of my own, looking at me, but not with the hate that the others had, no,
his eyes are full of compassion and a type of pain that reflected mine.
“I’m so very sorry,” I say, unable to get my voice higher than a whisper.
He wraps his arms around me, one stray hand petting my hair. I burry my face in
my Father’s shoulder and cry like a child.
“It’s okay, Goten. I know you didn’t want any of this to happen.”
“I didn’t.. I tried so hard but I couldn’t do anything.. I didn’t know.”
Goku’s voice is gentle. The same tone he always used to me. “But it is you
fault so you have to be the one to fix it.”
“I can’t. I don’t know how.”
Dad pulls back and looks me in the eye. “Yes you do and you can.”
I just shake my head and look down, “I...”
“Son,” he tilts my head up so he could look me in the eyes. “What are you
going to do when he comes after us? You can’t stop him and he could kill us
without a second thought. You have to do something, your the only one that can.
It may take years to do it but you have to.”
I nod my head, “I’ll do anything.”
“Will you kill Trunks?”
I blink. Could I?
I shake my head, unable to find the answer or say it out loud.
Dad kisses my forehead. “I still love you, even if you have disappointed me.
Your my son and you always will be.” He smiles slightly and takes a step back.
“Goodbye, Son. It’s time to wake up.”
---------- End Goten’s Dream ----------<
My eyes snap open, my whole body tense. It takes me a moment to figure out where
I am and for a second I’m afraid that the arms that are holding are Vegeta’s
or Gohan’s. I sigh and relax when I recognize Trunks in the dark. His energy
is low, indicating that he’s asleep.
I snuggle closer to Trunks, delighting in the fact that it was all a dream but
Dad's words still haunt me.
/“Will you kill Trunks?”/
No. I couldn’t. I don’t know why and it doesn’t matter. I know that there
is no way I could ever betray Trunks and I have no intention of trying. What
ever my subconscious is thinking, it can stop now.
I let my eyes dance over the sleeping face of my mate. He really is beautiful
and he is so graceful. He even sleeps gracefully.
Like a prince.
I wander what he dreams about. I’m tempted to wake him up just to find out but
I won’t. I never wake up before he does and getting to watch the most powerful
being in the universe sleep is a privilege few get. Instead I take him in. His
hair, which you can’t tell the color of in the darkness, the aristocratic arch
of his nose, the shape of his lips and his eyes. One could tell he is from
royalty even if they didn’t know. The Son of the Prince of Vegetasi and the
former Prince of Earth’s biggest monopoly.
I need to make a mental note to wake up before him more often. I like seeing him
sleep. I like seeing him with out a scowl or a smirk. It makes him look so much
nicer - kinder.
I have the sudden urge to wake him up and screw him for the rest of the day.
Then I smile a minuet smile. He said he wouldn’t do anything bad while I slept
but I didn’t say I would be good.
TBC
Okay, I may need to explain the dream to a few of you. Everyone in it is a piece
of Goten’s mind/conscious/the way he sees things.
-The “Over the hill to home” thing is thhat he cant get home. Every time he
tries someone interrupts him. first it was Trunks, who took him from home, and
then the Little Girl, who if they had would prevent him from going back.
-Good Trunks melting away to Bad Trunks is how he feels that he is the one who
changed Trunks. It’s also how he feels about Trunks. He see two different
sides of him, he loves one of them but is “owned” by the other.
-The little girl is the part of Goten thhat wants the child, the part of him that
wants someone else there with him, even if he knows it’s a bad place for a
child to be. This is the one he didn’t want to leave him. When she does and he
feels that pain and has the thoughts of suicide. This is how he feels about him
being the only one with his problem of dealing with Trunks in the manor he is.
-Chi-Chi, Gohan, and Vegeta are basicallly saying everything he thinks about
himself. He think of himself as being selfish and childish because he was so
unwilling to give up Trunks, even though he could not have foreseen the effects.
He also thinks he is weak and couldn’t fight it if he tried. He sees himself
as being Trunks’ “Slut” because even though all the destruction that
Trunks has cause, he still wants to be with him. Vegeta and Gohan were most
likely Goten’s male “father” figure through out his life, that’s why I
used them to bring out the “slut” concept in Goten’s Dream
-Goku is the sane part of his mind. He iis the part of him that knows he didn’t
want any of this to happen. He tells Goten that it is his fault but only because
Goten is the only who could have stopped it. He reminds Goten that he is the
only one who can fix this, as well. Also, logically Goten knows that Earth is on
Trunks’ hit list, even if he chooses to ignore it, which Goku points out to
him. He knows that when Trunks does go after Earth that no one could stop him.
He points out to Goten that he couldn’t kill Trunks. If you notice Goku is the
only one he apologizes too. Everyone else he tries to explain.
There is a bunch of little stuff, but I don’t want to go into that. It’ll
make it more interesting if you get it yourself. (If any of you find it, tell me
;)
I wrote a little song for *Muse Jan* , everyone, want to hear it?
*Muse Jan* No
Shut up, I didn‘t ask you! Anyways. ^Pushes play on the CD player then does a
booty dance^
FEEDBACK MAKES THE MUSE THINK FASTER
dunnn dunn dunn daa daa
FEEDBACK MAKES THE MUSE THINK FASTER
dunnn dunn dunn daa daa DUN DA
*Muse Jan* O_o; That was it?
Yep! ^Still doing booty dance^
*Muse Jan* NO ONE wanted to see you do that booty dance.
HEY!!
*Muse Jan* Forgive my idiot, she forgot her medication to day.
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