Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Addictions ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Addictions

Rated: NC17

Pairing: Gohan/Trunks

Pairing Hints: Goten/Trunks, Videl/Gohan, Videl/Trunks, hints of Videl/Goten

Warnings: S&M, Gohan torture, drug usage, yaoi, depression, attempted suicide, no incest by some strange miracle… *blink*

Summary: When Videl and Gohan's marriage begins to fall apart, Trunks sees his chance to jump in and take what he's always wanted… but there's a small problem. What caused the marriage to crumble, and will Goten and Videl just stand by and watch their loves be taken away?

Inspired by: Hope is just a terrible desire, like an addiction. When the drug looses its effect, comes back ten times worse. He knew it, still kept deceiving himself, and hoping his life would be better somehow. He was wrong and the truth hurt him even worse. Hope was only an illusion, a drug, and he'd had enough of it. In the end, he simply gave up. (Twisted Mourning by Karen! Thanks JJ, for pointing that out!)

No matter how hard he tried, his mind wouldn't stop spinning. Gohan paced anxiously, the coffee pot empty. He stood in his kitchen, long brown overcoat swaying with each step. He needed to leave. Eight o'clock was approaching fast and Trunks expected him there immediately. Outside, his car was purring, waiting patiently for him. The small box sat on the table just inches away. Gohan was supposed to open it this morning, but he couldn't. It was hard enough to just walk out the door. He didn't want to know what was in that little box… even though his curiosity was gnawing at him.

The alarm on his wristwatch beeped loudly, causing him to jerk. Aloud, Gohan cursed. It was now or never. His gaze jerked to the box, and then to the telephone that rested just a few inches away. He either picked up that damn box and walked out the door, or picked up the phone, call Trunks, and tell the damn sadistic demi to go fuck himself and shove the job up where the sun didn't shine.

Gohan licked his dry lips, almost hearing his heartbeat within this chest. The leather chaffed him, and each brush of the silk shirt made him shiver. The links of the belt jingled every few moments. Gohan swallowed and rushed over to the phone, yanking the receiver off and hurriedly hitting the numbers, nearly panting.

One ring… two…

"Capsule Corporations. Trunks Briefs' secretary speaking."

Gohan's breath caught in his throat at the high-pitched words of Leiko. He struggled to speak, to respond to the girl he'd frightened to death yesterday. His hand grew sweaty, his knuckles white. He couldn't find words. Leiko grew impatient. "Hello?! Anyone home?"

Slamming down the receiver, Gohan turned and grabbed the box. Something inside him was burning with rage and anger. He needed to face Trunks himself. A smirk crossed Gohan's lips as he stepped out of his house and jumped into his large blue van. There was always an up side to every situation, and Trunks' surprise promised to be quite… positive.

~*~

The wine was warm. Trunks scowled with a slight yawn. He hated waking up this early in the morning, but the idea of Gohan in those tight, leather pants, showing off his firm pale ass, had caused him to wake up prior to dawn with a massive erection that had demanded immediate attention. He sat now in his large swivel plush chair, feet propped up on the edge of his desk, a warm glass of red wine being swirled in his right hand, and his empty vial resting next to his feet, right beside the smiling photograph of his mother, father, and kid sister.

Every few moments his eyes would shift towards the clock hanging beside the cracked doorway. Only a few more moments before eight o'clock struck. He wasn't sure if he would fire Gohan for being late on his first day. It depended on whether or not he wore the clothes. If no, he was gone, and Trunks wouldn't stop blacklisting him unless he begged on his knees.

What an idea…

If Gohan did wear them… well… Trunks didn't really expect Gohan to do as commanded, but it would be quite an amusing sight. He was aching with arousal at the mere mental image of Gohan clothed in the outfit the darker demi had been given. Leather squeaking with each movement, chain jingling, collar tight against the throat, hardened nipples showing through the breathable silk shirt…

"Mr. Briefs?"

Trunks jumped to his feet with a gasp, eyes darting around the room, searching for where the sudden ki-less voice had come from. He cursed aloud, spinning in a circle, enhanced vision searching every shadow.

"Mr. Briefs? Dr. Son is here to see you."

Leiko… he cursed under his breath, eyes shifting to the small speaker sitting on his desk. His heart was pounding within his chest. Turning, he stalked towards the small speaker, fist slamming down on the button. "Send him in, damn it, and don't use this fucking thing anymore!"

"Yes, Mr. Briefs," she replied nervously. Silence followed. Trunks' gaze rose to the clock and he smiled, watching as the little second hand completed its cycle. Exactly eight o'clock… perfecting timing, Gohan, as always. Trunks sat up quickly, shoving the empty vile into a drawer and opening another, yanking out a small silver remote and striking a button. Almost immediately, Marcy Playground's "Sex and Candy" began to quietly hum through the speakers… just as Gohan entered.

Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had so much time to sit and think about myself

Trunks was leaning back, leg crossed over knee, when Gohan stepped through the door, the small cardboard box held underneath one arm, a long brown trench coat covering his clothing, belt hanging loose around his waist to reveal hints of the clothes beneath. As the barrier clicked closed, entrapping the two demi-Saiyajin in the large office space, enraged obsidian eyes landed on the prince.

Trunks smirked.

And then there she was, like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was, like disco superfly
I smell sex and candy here

"Good afternoon, Dr. Briefs!" Trunks chirped, jumping to his feet and stalking over to Gohan. Halting in front of him, Trunks tilted his head just slightly, looking up through long silver lashes.

Who's that lounging in my chair?
Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?

Gohan smiled, offering the box to Trunks. The demi accepted with a grin, stepping back to watch as Gohan moved to the small coat stand behind the door. His back to Trunks, he slowly tugged off the slash around his waist, sliding the cloth down over his shoulders, craning his head to look back at Trunks.

Mama, this surely is a dream

Trunks grinned, catching the sly gaze that he was receiving. There wasn't a thing he didn't know about Gohan, and finally, the darker demi was figuring this out.

He wouldn't fight Trunks.

Hangin' 'round downtown by myself
And I had too much caffeine
And I was thinkin' 'bout myself
And then there she was
In platform double suede
Yeah there she was
Like disco lemonade

The leather fell, swiped up by Gohan's quick hand. The demi didn't even bother to look back at Trunks as he placed the coat on the hanger, brushing down the wrinkles as he felt the narrowed cerulean eyes grow with rage.

I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair?
Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?

Gohan turned, extending his arms and spinning full circle for the President of Capsule Corporations. He allowed Trunks' gaze to engulf the altered clothing. Beneath the thin silk shirt, Gohan wore one of Goten's old oversized Saiyaman t-shirts. The chain belt had been adored with Videl's old, little jingling charms hanging off each link. The backs of the leather pants had been closed off with old blue-jean material, Saiyaman iron-on patches covering up Gohan's horrible sewing skills. The collar had been shorted to a bracelet. Even the black leather boots had been deformed with the goofy smirk of the Great Saiyaman.

Stifling his chuckles, Gohan turned back and smirked at the enraged and shocked Trunks.

Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah
Yeah, Mama, this surely is a dream
Yeah, Mama this must be my dream

Scowling, Trunks stalked over to the radio, turning off the disc. "Ruin my day, why don't you, Gohan?"

~*~

(Flashback…)

Jumping, Trunks turned sharply as the restroom door swung open. He sighed in relief as he realized it was just Goten entering. Pocketing the small bag of white powder, Trunks shoved his hands into his jeans. "How is she?"

Goten glared, folding his arms over his chest. "She wants Gohan. You know that. She needs him! She's freaking out and she won't listen to me!"

Trunks chuckled, leaning back against the sterilized counter. Through Trunks' influence, Gohan had been sent to a seminar on the other side of the country, and conveniently, there were no flights schedules back home for another week. Videl was completely alone in all of this. It was perfect. "Yeah, yeah, bro. I know, but what can we do?"

"WE can't do anything…" Goten snarled. He was so protective of his family. It was almost cute. Trunks shook his head, stalking forward and shoving Goten back against a stall door. "Leave it in my hands, bro. Okay?" There was a threatening tone to those words, one that left the demi shivering fearfully. Goten gritted his teeth, struggling not to glare at his lover. "Fine… okay… just… don't hurt Videl too much, Trunks."

"Can I see her? Will the doctors let me?"

Goten nodded shallowly, refusing to meet Trunks' gaze, and instead memorizing the cracks on the tiled floor beneath their feet. "I just came from seeing her."

"Good." Trunks shoved Goten away with a growl, stalking out of the bathroom and pacing down the hallways of the hospital towards Videl's room. He found the door halfway open, and the young ningen sitting atop the cold starched sheets, knees against her chest, rocking back and forth as if she was having a mental breakdown.

It was possible, and quite logical.

"Videl?"

She jumped with a cry, sliding back against the head of the bed, large blue eyes trembling with tears. "T-Trunks…" she whimpered. The prince stepped inside, closing the door behind him and offering her a faint smile. "I heard about the child. The doctors… they are quite curious about you. I mean… how often does a woman give birth to a kid with a tail?"

She was trembling with terror. Videl knew of Gohan's Saiyajin side, but she didn't know what came along with it. Never once had the young woman seen a full-blooded or demi-Saiyajin with a tail. She knew of the power, the repressed instincts, but that was as far as it went.

No doctor or scientist knew about Chichi's two tailed children, or Bulma's. Chichi had grown up in a small village without hospitals. She had learned at an early age how to give birth at home, and preferred it, just as Gokou did. Bulma, when she gave birth to both Trunks and Bura, had bribed a small collection of doctors to let her give birth in her own medical wings, and for them to keep their mouths shut. No one but Trunks, Goten, Gohan, and Videl knew about the fetus inside growing inside of her, and no one had told Videl that it was natural for the infant to have a tail, or that it could be removed immediately after birth.

Trunks had made sure of that, and he would make sure no one ever did.

He sat down on the edge of her bed with a smile. "I suppose someone should have told you about what happens when the Saiyajin race breeds with others."

Her eyes widened, breath caught in her throat. Trunks faked sullenness, looking away as he reached for a cigarette. "I guess Gohan doesn't like to talk about it. He wanted kids so bad… but he just couldn't face the fact that he couldn't have them, no matter who he… well…" Trunks trailed off, ripping out a lighter as he placed the smoke between his lips. "You know what I mean," he chuckled, tilting his head sideways towards Videl.

"This… this thing inside me…"

"It's a worthless pile of bones and flesh." He lit the cigarette, inhaling and feeling all his troubles flow away with that puff of toxins. He pulled it free of his lips after a moment, scratching his nose. "The thing… it won't even be identifiable, probably. I doubt it will survive the birth, and even if it did… it wouldn't want to live. It wouldn't be able to breathe without a machine. It would be retarded… wouldn't be able to speak… to think for itself…" Trunks licked his lips, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, cigarette clenched between two fingers.

"Gods… I…"

"Abort it."

"What?" Videl gasped, jumping to her feet, tears streaming down her eyes. Trunks looked over his shoulder at her, eyes glaring. "The Saiyajin race ends with us four demi-Saiyajin: Gohan, Bura, Goten, and me. All four of us were born with tails. All four tails had to be removed to save our lives. The blood cannot handle mixing anymore. I saw the pictures of that thing inside your stomach. Its tail is even more deformed than ours were.

"Everything about it, every deformed limb, every twitching muscle… I could see it all, Videl, and I am telling you to get rid of it. Save yourself, Gohan, and that innocent child so much pain." He rose to his feet, glaring at the ningen. "I am the son of Vejita: Saiyajin no Ouji. Believe me, my father taught me everything there is to know, Videl. I can't force you to do anything, but I hope you make the right decision."

He turned, moving quickly towards the door, but there, he paused, glancing over his shoulder. "If you do decide to abort the thing inside you, please, don't tell Gohan. Tell him you had a miscarriage. You know how he is… he would never accept your decision. You know this… don't you, Videl?"

Arms wrapped around her chest as she struggled not to sob, Videl shallowly nodded. She turned away, leaning her forehead against the glass of the window, staring out at the streets below. Trunks smirked, bringing up the cigarette for another long drag.

Oh yeah… I'm damn good.

~*~

To Be Continued…