"And that's when I realized it, the way I feel that is," Trunks further explained to Goku.
It had been about an hour since they'd finished sparring and Trunks was surprised that his explanation would take so long. Was it all really that complicated?
"Hm. Your pretty good at covering your act Trunks. I had no idea that you felt this way for Goten. It's kinda..."
"Gross," Trunks filled in, expecting the worst.
"No, I was going to say sweet. Do you loathe yourself that much because of this Trunks. Do you resent yourself?" Goku finished quietly.
"Of course not. I wouldn't have told you it all just to hide them again. It actually makes me feel kinda better, you know? Kind of like when people talk about how they and their spouse got together, how they felt sparks and saw fireworks and all that."
Goku nodded and gave a small knowing smile that Trunks didn't notice.
"You should talk to him. Tell him how you feel."
"What?!" Trunks asked while flying into the face of his desire's father. "I can't do that! There's no way Goten feels the same and even if he did, what else would there be? We could never get married, it always just be like a dating relationship! And my father? It'd make him lose what little tolerance he has left of me.." Trunks stopped at the look in Goku's eyes. Not just the maturity the eyes showed, but the underlying disappointment that shown brightly just like every other emotion that passed through any Son's eyes.
That's what was so special about the Son's. They could never hide their feelings for very long. It wasn't in their nature. Then again, he began to wonder, if Goten did feel the same way it must have been for quite awhile, thought Trunks did catch glimpses of Goten staring too long or tackling him for a second more than the time before.
"Do what it is you feel best Trunks." Goku gave him one more look before levitating back a few feet and flying off.
"Thanks for your help," Trunks whispered into the air with a hint of bitterness in his tone.
"If I knew what was best I wouldn't be here right now."
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Trunks stopped a few feet from the door. He sighed and slumped down on the wall across from it at a loss.
"What am I doing here anyway? What would I say? 'Hi, Goten. I have sexual feelings for you, you want to act on em?' Stupid, stupid, stupid," he repeated to himself while banging his head on the wall each mutter. After a headache began to form, he stopped. This wasn't getting him anywhere.
"Okay, Trunks. Time to be a man."
Taking a deep breath, he turned the door knob. His breath was released jaggedly as he took a step forward into the lightless room. A small glow filled the room as some light poured in from the living room window.
"He forgot to lock the door," he spoke to himself while closing it behind him. He ventured forth and caught a whiff of pizza before his eyes became attracted to something else. He could've sworn he'd just heard someone sigh.
Trunks walked toward's Goten's bedroom door, stepping lightly on the carpet in case it was a burglar. He didn't want that person to know he was there.
His hand reached for the knob and he pushed the door the rest of the way open.
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Goten ran as soon as his feet made contact with the floor. He didn't want to be late but he didn't want to be early and appear eager. He sat himself down on the cold cement steps before Capsule Corp. His breath was labored since he'd had to land in a pretty remote area to avoid any freaked out humans.
His eyes lifted towards the moon, glowing brightly above him. His eyes clouded over slightly and he ignored the part of him saying he should get off his ass and go get the beautiful girl on the other side.
This didn't seem totally right.
Then it struck him. Saturday nights were always his and Trunks night. With the two of them both being busy during the week, the one day they could have together was Saturdays.
"Trunks," he whispered. He smiled a little. He loved to say that name, enjoying the small shiver that would run down his spine as the word rolled off his tongue.
Goten knew that the feelings inside of him had been boiling up over some time and that there had to be a time when he hadn't felt this way, but no matter how he tried to recall it, it just wasn't there. It now seemed to him that he'd always loved Trunks, though he felt he'd always loved Bra. He knew it was impossible because half of his life she hadn't existed.
He was knocked out of his thoughts as the door was opened behind him and a group of four lavishly dressed women came out sprinkling rose petals. Followling the small trail, he stopped when he came to Bra who seemed to be glowing. He would have thought so without a doubt if the man holding the light a few feet behind her hadn't sneezed at that moment.
"Hello, Goten. Ready to go?" she asked before grabbing his arm and dragging him towards where a limo, seeming to have come from no where, appeared.
"Yeah," he replied as he began to wonder just what accepting this date had gotten him into.
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Trunks stared, his breath caught in his throat as the moon's glow highlighted the darkness of her hair, the slight paleness of her skin.
"Who are you?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper. It seemed to her that all logical thought had left her body, to disappear and never return. The intense gaze he was giving caused color to come to her cheeks. Her eyes widened a bit and her tail curved around her body to cover the blush.
If Trunks had been confused when he'd found her before he'd seen her tail, it'd be a miracle if he ever thought straight again. The sight of such a girl in Goten's room without Goten being there was really strange. Then another thought struck him. Why, was there a girl here when Goten was on a date with his sister?
"Who are you," she repeated, this time her voice a little more confident as she rose to her feet and took a few cautious steps toward him. He was about to answer, knowing his name quite well from the many contracts he signed at work, when his mouth failed to form words. 'I can't remember my own NAME?!' Trunks shook his head and then answered.
"My name's Trunks."
"And what are you doing here." Neosan now stood right in front of him on the balls of her feet, giving her the small height advantage needed to look down at him.
"I'm Goten's friend. Now," he said while going on the balls of his own feet and looking down at her. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"My name's Neosan, and I'm..." Neo trailed off. What the hell was she supposed to say to that. Her pride getting the best of her, she hmphed and went to the toes of her feet, forehead touching his as she glared at him.
"Your what?" Trunks challenged, joining her on his toes, his own forehead pushing into her own along with his eyes.
"I win," she smiled before kneeing him in the crotch and then throwing him over her onto the bed. Not wasting a moment, she jumped to join him on the bed and threw her legs over each side of his hips and held down his arms with her own.
Trunks had no time to recover before he felt her body against his own. He thought he'd be used to having a beautiful women on top of him by now, but that was of course under quite different circumstances.
They stayed in this position for a few more minutes, both still staring at eachother.
Neosan couldn't decide what to do. She couldn't hurt the guy. What if he really was one of Goten's friend's? Why had she gotten so defensive anyway? Maybe if the guy was so damn...attractive. She smiled in a dreamy way before scowling. 'No, I will not look at this guy that way.' Then, the wheels in her mind began to turn. Trunks, that name had sounded familiar to her. 'Of course! That's who Goten said he liked.' She dropped her head, not believing what she'd done. How the hell was she supposed to fix this. Her lips curled slyly. The way any women gets out of trouble of course.
Trunks watched to his own amusement, the many faces this girl made. She was obviously thinking about something, and it must have led to many other thoughts, some appealing and others not so much so. Kame, she looks just like Goten, just softer...
Trunks felt fear grip his heart as she smiled and looked down at him. He couldn't react as she leaned down and pressed her lips to his. They made light contact, until she opened her lips a little around his lower lip, her breath tickling his skin. His eyes closed, enjoying the small movements her mouth made against his. He groaned suddenly as the pressure she applied suddenly increased and he was forced to open his own mouth against the assault she began. Her tongue caressed his own, just as her lips had only moments before. He tried to lift his hands to begin his own exploration but he was disabled by the death grip she used to pin them down.
She broke away suddenly, her breath slightly labored as she opened her eyes. She gave a small smile at the expression Trunks face held. That's one way to fix a problem.
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Nearby, sitting his own apartment, Goku sat setting his own plans into action.
"Okay. Black shirt..check. Black pants..check. Black face paint..check. Burger...check."
Goku smiled to himself before setting to the task at hand. It was only a few minutes later that Goku inspect himself in the mirror.
"Damn, I look good," he said while giving himself one more look-over. He finished off the rest of his burger in one bite before checking the clock.
"I've got a few more minutes to go. Why hold it?" Grabbing his trash, he threw it away and continued on towards the bathroom. Just as he was finished, the headline of his Star magazine caught his eye and he picked it up.
"No way..."
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Goten looked out his window at the night life of West City. Bra sat next to him, talking vividly on the phone with someone. He'd zoned her out awhile ago, not really caring who it was. He also knew that she wouldn't expect him to. He was thought of as stupid and sometimes, times such as this, that was a good thing.
He could see couples coming out of different clubs wearing flashy costumes with intricate designs and hair all colors of the rainbow. It seemed to Goten that going someplace like that would almost make it worth riding in this limo, being able to show everyone the luxury/vanity he could experience.
"Goten, did you hear what I just said?"
"Huh?"
"Nevermind. We're here!" she suddenly squeled before popping a mirror out and checking her hair once more before coming out of the opened door.
As soon as the couple stepped out, they were surrounded by reporters, flashing their cameras and shouting questions as they'd pass.
"Bra!" Goten shouted, trying to talk to her while walking through the large crowd. His eyes met a few of the other men in the crowd and they seemed to glare at him, jealous at the fact that it was he, not them, who got to date her. Goten just grinned a little sheepishly before rushing to get back to Bra's side.
"Ah!" Goten squeked as he felt someone pinch his rear. Then he screamed again when he looked behind to find Bra posing while doing it again.
"Bra?!"
"Just go with it," she whispered in his ear before kissing him full on the mouth. Goten's eyes shot wide open, and at that same moment, thousands of camera lights flashed.
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"Uhh..." Goten murmed before his eyes, letting them re-adjust to the light before sliding them open all the way. He saw a pair of blue eyes looking down on him with concern, strands of blue hair brushing against his face.
"Goten, I'm so happy your okay."
He shut his eyes again, not quite sure if he wanted to continue this date. She seemed like a different person when anyone was watching and that just rubbed him the wrong way.
"Oh no, don't tell me he's passed out again," Bra whispered while running her gloved hands over the contours of Goten's face. She brushed them over his eyelids and cheeks before brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. She bent down and gave him a small kiss.
This was totally unexpected and Goten couldn't hold back the small gasp that wanted to escape him.
"Bra," he whispered as she slid away to look down at him. Her eyes seemed to be a softer shade of blue than before. More expressive then the seemingly cold, dark blue eyes from earlier.
"Goten. Your okay," she smiled again before letting a small blush grace her cheeks.
"What happened to me?"
She chuckled a little, sitting back and resting a hand on his chest. "You had a nerve sensory spasm in your eyes and it caused you to faint. No harm done of course."
"Of course," he agreed, and the words lingered in the air. It was a comfortable silence that followed, both just looking at eachother, letting their eyes do the talking. Then Goten spoke.
"Why don't we skip dinner? Just, let me surprise you."
Bra's eyes had widened a little bit, but the smile returned to her face and she quickly agreed.
They'd only been flying for ten minutes before they landed at their destination. Goten had held Bra close the entire time, one of his hands covering her eyes because he wanted to surprise.
He looked down at the blue haired bundle in his arms and inspected to the top of her head. He couldn't get over the change in her personality. It was a complete 360. Don't get him wrong, it's not that he didn't like that she was acting different, it's just that he had never met someone who could put up such a good act.
Then he scowled. The only reason she acted like that was because the public expected her to. She had to be the beautiful, ditzy daughter of one of the smartest/richest women on the planet. Kami forbid she have a personality. Poor thing.
Goten pulled the girl closer to him and increased his speed. He had to make it up to her for making her have to act that way in front of all those people. How had those reporters known that that's where they were going for dinner?
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The usually eloquent Trunks was finding it, for the second time that night, very difficult to form words. It didn't help that her body was still atop his, her own breath still ragged from the kiss. He knew she was trying to hide, but she'd enjoyed it too.
"I..I think you should go," Neosan whispered having lost the confidence of only moments before. This situation wasn't the best and she knew it could only get worst.
"Why," he whispered back, his fingers reaching up to caress her wet lips. Her eyes slid shut at the touch, a small shiver raking her body no matter how hard she tried to surpress it. Trunks smirked at her reaction. 'I'm irresistable.'
"Because...." Neosan couldn't think of a good reason why and to be honest she didn't really want him to leave. A big part of her yearned to just take the man right then and there, but that would not help the situation at all. She was mad at herself for a moment. Where the hell were these urges coming from?
"Because you need to go. You don't know me anyway," she said with her confidence coming back to her. "I could be some psycho next door neighbor who get's her kicks from kissing strange men then castrating them or something."
Neosan didn't notice, but a fire burned in her eyes to show her annoyance. Trunks was entranced by the pure show of emotion he'd only known his friend the Son's to have. The wheels of his own mind began to turn and he looked up at her with a look of total disbelief.
"Your a Son. You must be like, Goten's or sister or something. No one's eyes are that expressive."
Neosan stared at him for a moment, one eyebrow raised. Her mind passed it off as making quite a large amount of sense. She looked like Goten, had the Son eyes, held some of Gohan's intelligence, and embodied Goku's innocence. She smiled down at him again and tapped his nose.
"You've figured me out. I'm Neosan, at your service." Trunks looked at the girl, if possible, with even more disbelief. It was just something that had popped into his head. He didn't think that that was it. Goten had a sister and he'd never told Trunks about it. The purple haired demi-saiyan frowned for a moment, angry with his best friend for never sharing such information.
The anger faded quickly and Trunks looked back at Neosan once again. It could explain why she was the first girl he'd been attracted to since he realized his feelings for Goten. They were so alike, it was the perfect solution.
"Why haven't I heard about you?"
Neosan smiled down at him again and wiped a few strands of purple hair from his eyes. While Trunks had been coming to terms with the small tidbit of information, Neosan had thought about just how to explain her absense the past thirty-one years.
"Well, you see, I'm Goten's twin sister. Our mother had us both, but knew she could never take care of us both and based it on weight who she would give up. I, being a girl and the second born, was the lightest and given to a local orphanage where I stayed until I was eighteen. Then, things took a turn for the worst..." Neosan left the words dangling and looked away to give an extreme affect to the facade. This was just too good.
Trunks found himself once again entrance by the girls' story. He could never see, had never thought Chichi to have the heart to be able to do such a thing. Then again, he'd never thought she'd cheat on Goku. Sure, he'd dissappeared for seven, and later on ten years, but it was still a shock. He was broken out of his train of thoughts by her continuing.
"I left the orphanage my eighteenth birthday and wandered the streets of this city, hope carrying me. I'd dreamed about finding my family ever since I'd realized they weren't coming back for me and decided to hunt them down. I got sidetracked though when it wasn't my family that found me, but a group of thugs who knew just how to take advantage of a helpless deserted soul. They taught me the ways of the street and I got into some bad shit, stealing, doing drugs, selling sex, and then the one girl that I'd made friends with got killed by her boyfriend while the two were high. Then, I saw the light and realized that this wasn't the way to find my family. So, I went to a library and got a job there, emerging myself in books and literature to continue my knowledge. I was given a room to stay above the library and would open and close it every day. Then, while searching the net, I came across a description on the net that fit me perfectly and it including Goten's email. I must have made so many mistakes while writing to him, I was crying so hard." She paused again, secretly pinching herself to form water in her eyes.
"We talked and realized we were the people we'd been looking for. We agreed to meet and well, here I am. Happier than I've ever been." Neosan smiled through the tears that were now coursing down her cheek as she finally stopped pinching herself. She got off of him and got a kleenex from the bathroom. She didn't return right away and checked the pinch mark on arm.
"That'll leave a mark," she whispered before returning to where Trunks sat up on the bed, his legs crossed and mouth slightly open. Neosan approached him and sat down. His arms encircled her at that exact same moment, her senses overloaded with his scent, touch, and voice as he whispered his pity to her. His fingers ran through her shortly cropped hair pulled her even closer, letting her know he cared. She patted him on the back before managing to escape his death grip.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered one final time before pulling away completely.
"It's okay. I'm happy now and that's all that matters."
A comfortable silence filled the room as the two just stared at eachother, their eyes both flickering with comfort.
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Goten's feet made contact with the soft, damp grass and he looked at Bra. He stared and began to chuckle at her. She'd fallen asleep. He walked them over to a rock near the cliffs edge.
Her body draped against his, Goten layed back on his arms and stared at the stars. They were glowing brightly tonight, a natural glow that only nature could produce. It seemed so different to Goten that the glow of the city light's below it. He passed it off because he already knew the answer to why they were different to him.
The answer was because he'd never been to the stars, didn't know if they contained the same chaos he knew this one did. It let his imagination go wherever it wanted to and he could make up all kinds of happy thoughts about beautiful peaceful colonizations situated there.
His eyes slid shut of their own accord, as Goten was swept away in the thought of his own idea of a perfect existence. He expected it to be much the same as always, him and Trunks alone in the woods, spending their lives together just enjoying the presence of one another, but was surprised when instead he saw himself with Bra, kids running around the many rooms of Capsule, him distinguised at Capsule with a new job, and her taking care of the kids.
He blinked his eyes open and scruched up his forehead in confusion. The thought of Trunks at all as a romantic partner was fading away and he just couldn't grasp at the idea. It was just slowly slipping away....
"Goten?"
The man in question jumped at the noise and let out a deep breath when he realized it was only Bra.
"Yeah?" he replied, his eyes still closed.
"Where are we?"
Goten didn't answer, just layed back once again and gestured with his hand to behind her. She turned and gasped at the sight that was present to her.
"It's so beautiful..." she whispered in awe. Goten felt like someone else was moving him as he sat up behind her, his arms curling around her small waist.
"Not as beautiful as you are."
Even in the pale lighting of the moon, Goten could make out everything on Bra's face, the blush that had emerged standing out only second to her eyes.
His face slowly descended against hers, their lips making contact for the first time. It was light and sweet, not meant for much more than a small declaration of care.
When they pulled away, both were smiling.
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The two approached Capsule slowly, their hands together and clasped tightly as though neither wanted to let go.
"This is my house," Bra said as they stood on the doorstep of the large and formidable Capsule Corp.
"Yeah."
"I really had a good time tonight."
"Me too."
Neither spoke another word, just leaned in and kissed once again. Goten caressed the side of her face once more before taking off under the cover of darkness and heading home.
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Twelve minutes had passed and Neosan rubbed at her eyes before glancing beyond the purple haired man in front of her to the small clock on the bedside table.
"Oh my. You really should get going. It's almost ten o'clock."
Trunks smirked at her before leaning in close.
"I would have thought ten would be early for such a wild girl." He moved in to kiss her but her small hand on his chest prevented him from doing so.
"That was the old me. I'm much more responsible now."
"And a lot less fun," Trunks muttered, earning him a flick in the ear. He would have asked her what that was for had the look she threw him not changed his mind.
"Alright, I'll leave. But only under one condition," he said before standing and waiting for Neosan to join him.
"What's that?"
"You go out with me tommorow. We could go out to eat, or shop or something, as long as we do something." Neosan smiled shyly and took her time in answering.
"I suppose I could, but I'll have to call you tommorow. I can't say what I'd like to do, but I do know that we'll do something."
Trunks smiled at her response and headed towards the patio door. He slid it open and was hovering a few inches off the ground before he was stopped by her body being thrown to his. She kissed him quickly and dropped to the ground once again. Trunks went down to her level and pressed his forehead to hers.
"I'll see you later... Neo." With that one word whispered, Trunks levitated into the sky and flew off.
"Neo," she whispered to the surrounding air. She liked the sound of that.
Turning around, Neo stepped inside the apartment and changed into a baggy t-shirt of Goten's and lay down on the bed, never sensing the other person in the room in a darkened corner, their eyes never leaving her face and their lips never making a sound...
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