Chihuahuas
Sequel to Pink Prom Dress as demanded by the Fans
By Des
"I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Trunks cried, pushing his lavender hair behind his ear.
Goten paced around the lush apartment. "Don’t lie! The Police will arrest you as soon as I give the word!" He had wild look in his black eyes.
"Listen! I can prove it wasn’t me! Give me a day, please. Just twenty-four hours!" The Capsule Corporation President begged.
"Why should I?" The younger boy said in a cold voice, and stopped pacing.
Trunks froze, trying to think. "I-I... Because we’ve been best friends all our lives...Wouldn’t you rather it was not me?" He asked quietly. "Besides... I could leave here... Stay the night in a hotel."
Goten grimaced. He picked up a picture of himself and Trunks, smiling arm in arm. "I’d rather not be here," he turned the picture over.
"So, I’ll put you up somewhere. If I fail to prove my innocence, I’ll even put you up until this whole mess is sorted out You have nothing to loose!" His voice was tight and frightened.
"This was enough for Goten. "All right. Twenty-four hours from now I will go to the police and tell them to bring you in," he walked to the door," I’m going to the Chester Inn, and putting it on your account. And Trunks," he looked back at his friend with a glare of pure hatred, "I’m not doing this for you... I’m doing it for your mother and sister. Go explain to them why your going to jail before the media tells them." He slammed the door behind him.
Trunks hugged himself and shivered.
Later........
An afternoon sun struggled through curtains of a dusty apartment. It was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time. The furniture was sparse but comfortable. In a corner sat a lone figure. He was sobbing, his purple tresses sticking to his forehead. He knew he had no real way to clear himself of guilt. The day of the transgression, he hadn’t gone anywhere or done anything except fly to his office. He’d expected to just go get the security tapes and be scott free, but when he arrived, he was told that the surveillance system had a glitch, and none of the cameras had being working.
So he escaped to this small sanctuary. The apartment down by the river that he had shared with a former lover, that was empty and lonely now.
"I see you still have your key," a voice said from his right.
He turned to see, "Gohan! What are you doing here?"
Gohan walked over and sat next to the younger man. "I talked to Goten," Trunks sighed, "I believe you, I really do. I KNOW you. You would never do what he said."
"Really?"
"Yes, really," he wiped some of his ex-lover’s tears away.
"Oh Gohan!" Trunks gushed, "I regret leaving you for Carlo so much! He was never good for me, the way you were!" He fell into strong arms.
"Shhhhh..... That’s old news... Over a year ago," the older man crooned, "Besides I was still married to Videl back then. It was only right for you to want to someone of your own, devoted entirely to you."
"I took his crap for an entire year! A whole year! Then on our anniversary I found him in bed with a woman and a Chihuahua! That bastard!" Trunks hiccupped, "And I just left!"
"You don’t think.... He’s the one who raped Goten, do you?" Gohan grinned evilly, but the lavender-haired boy couldn’t see this.
"Ohmigod! He might have!! He might have wanted revenge...." Trunks sat up, "And I had just moved in with Goten...." He trailed off, horrified that he might have indirectly brought this awful fate to Goten, after all, "but... I still can’t prove I didn’t do it." He flopped back on the couch.
"Wait! Didn’t you once tell me that you had a hidden camera in your office that ran on an entirely different system?"
"Yeah... I didn’t think of that! He said that the whole system was out, but he might not have known about the hidden camera!" He pulled out his cell phone, and walked off.
Gohan laughed to himself. This just gets better and better... Watch out little Boy.. Your ass is MINE!!
"Yesssss! You were right! I have proof that I didn’t do it!" Trunks jumped over the couch and leaned on the older man’s side. He looked innocent and vulnerable. "Will you make me over, just like you used to do?"
A few hours later..............
Trunks stepped in front of a mirror to admire himself. He was dressed in big white polyester bell-bottoms and a matching tube-top. His make-up was fairly simple, except the eyes, which were lined in black and coated with thick false eyelashes. On his head was a long straight black wig.
"Trunks... Cher-style," Gohan grinned. He was dressed in fish-nets, a black leather min-skirt, a matching bra, huge black leather thigh-high boots, and crimson leather elbow gloves. He held a black Cat-O-Nine Tails.
"And Betty Paige Gohan." The lavender-haired, currently wigged boy put his hands on his hips. "You are so good at everything you do....."
"Is that so?" The older man smirked. He crossed his arms, and put his right leg up on a chair to his right, and a very unladylike manner.
"Yeah," the younger boy said in a husky voice. "You deserve to be rewarded for your efforts," he walked forward.
The darker man opened his arms and enveloped his former lover. Their lips met in a deep kiss. Their tongues wrestled and explored, and left them breathing hard
Trunks began kissing his way down his lover’s body. It was a slow path down a broad chest, and at the end of this rainbow something long and stiff waited for him. He finally arrived at the top of the skirt, and slowly slipped it up to Gohan’s stomach, freeing the prize underneath. He ran his pink-painted nails over it’s tip, and put it to his mouth. He sucked, gently at first and then harder and harder.
Gohan threw his head back and groaned loudly. He tangled his fingers in the black wig, skewing it off center. He panted like a dog as a nimble tongue worked it’s magic. He was about to release when the door opened suddenly. He growled at the intruder.
Goten stood and stared at the scene like a deer caught in headlights......