Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Addictions ❯ Conclusion ( Chapter 7 )

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)

~*~

In silence, Goten rested next to Trunks, his arm draped over the tanned body. That skin felt so good, so warm against his own. Trunks' breathing was slow, his heartbeat calm, the tears dried. The young prince had been in an almost pathetic state when he had arrived at Capsule Corporations… to fall directly in Goten's awaiting arms.

Every touch had left Goten tingling. The frantic, needful kisses, those warm, quiet sobs as they stroked and teased, drew pleasure and pain… he had never felt anything quite like it. This was what had been saved for Gohan, and his elder brother had turned it down flat. It was sickening and left a cold shiver in Goten's skin, but he was more than happy to take his brother's place for once in his life.

Trunks shifted suddenly, his cheeks flushed, lips parted, forehead covered lightly in sweat. Strands of lilac hair were matted to his face. Goten smiled and sat up on his elbow, cupping Trunks' cheek with his palm and pulling the tinted face towards him. Trunks awoke with a jerk, azure eyes wide with fear. The prince yanked back with a quiet gasp, grabbing the sheet that trapped them together and tugging it over his waist. Goten frowned lightly before reaching forward, sliding atop Trunks lap with a faint, deep purr. "Why do you do this, Trunks? I can make you happy if you will just let me." Goten offered a smile before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on his lover's lips. Trunks swallowed nervously, sliding back slightly to prop himself up against a pillow. Lashes fanned across tanned cheeks with a sigh. "I'm sorry, Goten…"

"No, you're not," Goten chuckled, brushing back the stringy, stubborn strands.

Wary eyes gazed up at the younger demi. "Why have you always been so good to me, Goten?" Trunks whispered, the tears beginning to flow once again. Goten couldn't help his smile from growing wider with excitement and joy. He laughed pleasantly and leaned forward, pressing his lips passionately against Trunks, feeling himself harden at the mere though of being touched… being loved by his prince. He hungered for the touch… to be cared for, to be wanted, needed, and desired by the godlike male beneath him. He craved for it, lusted… it had always been there, coursing through his blood, this desire.

"Don't you understand, Trunks?" Goten whispered, pulling back to rest his forehead against Trunks'. Their noses brushed together as they sat, enjoying each other's arousal and heat, wanting more but satisfied with what they had for this brief moment. Goten's eyelids slid closed as he waited for the rushing of his blood to calm. It was like being on a cloud, and the height had him drowning. "I love you."

Trunks struggled not to whimper at the words. He turned away and leaned over to the nightstand beside his bed, grabbing a familiar bag filled with what appeared to be white dust. Goten's eyes grew wide and he lunged forward, snatching it from Trunks' hands and tossing it over his shoulder. "Damn it, Trunks! I'm sick of this addiction!"

Falling back against the sheets, self-pitying himself too much to care, Trunks glared up at Goten. "My addiction, you say? Are you really that blind, Goten?"

"Stop fucking with me and fuck me!" Goten growled lowly, shoving Trunks into the pillow and guiding his hips over the prince's arousal, feeling the head brush against his opening. Trunks chuckled lowly, staring at the ceiling, not caring what Goten wanted or needed at the moment. "How many years have you been wanting me, Goten? And you talk about my addictions!" Trunks shook his head before sitting up, shoving Goten back with an annoyed sigh and climbing out of the bed, leaving his bare ass visible to Goten's lustful eyes.

Scrambling up from the sheets, dark eyes glared with rage at the backside of the naked lavender-haired demi. Trunks paused at the doorway of his balcony, hand resting on the golden handle, prepared to turn it but not having the desire to be out in the fresh air, to feel the warm sunlight on his tanned skin. Running a hand through his spiky dark hair, Goten struggled to keep his rage from building up and engulfing him in its entirety. He slid forward and sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting against his knees, head tilted down but eyes watching the ass that he longed to find release in.

"I did everything I could to get Gohan," Trunks whispered, leaning his head forward on the cool glass. His breath fogged up the panels, obstructing his view to the wonders of the rest of the world, leaving him trapped in the darkness of his bedroom, where he belonged. The prince knew that his words were cruel, but he had never kept any secrets from his best friend, the one who knew of his lust, his failures, and his victories… the one who had shared in almost all of them.

His failure had been Goten's victory.

Trunks had known about Goten's love almost all his life, but Goten had always been his safety net, and the young darker demi had been okay with that. Success after failure, Goten had been waiting in the shadows to comfort the young heartbroken prince each time he was turned away. There was no reason to hold his emotions back and lie to the young boy, even if it caused Goten pain.

"For all these years, I tried… and I've failed." Tears were staining azure eyes, his voice trembling as each strained word was spoken, sobs being held back. "Everything I wanted… it's all gone… I completely failed. I'm a fucking failure."

Goten stood and paced across the room, leaning against Trunks with a small sigh, arms wrapping around the prince's shoulders. Resting his chin on the lavender-haired prince's shoulder, Goten nuzzled his neck. "Not at all," he whispered, kissing his earlobe. Trunks sighed, leaning back against the strong embrace, yet he still refused to allow the tears to fall. "You didn't fail. It was never meant to be between you and my brother."

Trunks watched as the fog slowly faded from the window pane, leaving the view to the sunlight visible. Still, the shadows of the room remained around the two, entrapping them in the darkness. Only a window was left to happiness, and that window had been bolted shut with the words Videl had spoken.

Had it really been so blind? Was Gohan's eternal suffering worth a lifetime of Trunks' happiness? However, could he live forever without those tender strokes, those quiet moans, that warmth…?

He didn't have a choice.

His happiness couldn't come at the prince of Gohan's sanity. Maybe this had been the reason pain was such a focus point. Pleasure couldn't come from Trunks, because there was nothing to create pleasure from between them. Everything he had wanted had been nothing but a fantasy built on dreams and assumptions.

"Come back to bed?" Goten pleaded quietly, arousal pressing desirably against the prince's backside. Trunks frowned, but nodded.

~*~

Night was slowly falling across the peaceful large city that seemed to stretch for miles. Above it, watching the sunlight fade across the heavens, dressed in only a loose pair of sweatpants that had been `borrowed' from the hospital, a dark-haired inhuman flew through the growing darkness, narrowed dark eyes focused on a small pale dot on the horizon.

With incalculable speeds, he flew, feeling the cooling winds whip through his spiky locks. His narrowed eyes, though missing the frame that normally accompanied them, missed nothing. Every twitch of the animals crossing grassy fields below, the cars that sped by in mad hurries, the ningen citizens that crossed streets and chatted with friends was seen by those focused obsidian eyes.

Even the curtains flapping from the breeze inside the bedroom that still lay miles ahead of him was watched with a predator's focus. Hands were fisted at his sides, still yet wanting to tremble, palms sweaty, nails digging into calloused flesh. There was a faint scent in the air, tainting the cleanliness that the skies should have possessed. It was familiar, but that was what caused such fear in the dark-haired demi-Saiyajin's soul. It was too familiar, and it was very similar to his own.

Goten.

He paused in the heaven's as he hovered above the balcony, watching the drapes flap in the windows. The balcony doors were shut and closed tight, though Gohan doubted they were locked. Trunks had never feared anything, and locking doors, to him, would define fear. Thieves, murderers… what did a Saiyajin prince have to fear?

Gohan.

Wasn't that the answer to everything? Fear? Fear of love, of devotion, of commitment…

Gohan had feared Trunks.

That had to be the answer, and now that he could admit it - the love, the fear - it seemed to simple and so clear. What was to separate them? Nothing could stand between them now. They were going to be together forever, the low-class demi-Saiyajin and the Saiyajin no Ouji. Vejita, Gokou, Goten, Videl… they were obstacles that had long ago been defeated.

There was nothing to fear.

The doors would always be unlocked.

He had believed their emotions were addictions, that they were addicted to the sinful lust that they had shared, but he had been so wrong. The love had caused such horrible views, and being without him was too much to bare. Some would call it withdrawal, but it was not want, lust, desire… it was need.

Descending from the heavens to land on the balcony, Gohan stepped forward and reached down, grasping the golden handle and twisting it. As soon as the door creaked open, he paused. Warm musk escaped into the cooling night air, washing over his face, engulfed by his lungs. Powerful scents tainted with sex, lust, and desire passed him, leaving him breathless and shocked.

Goten and Trunks.

A fear swelled in his chest and he stormed forward, the balcony door striking the wall behind it, glass shattering on impact. Two intertwined bodies that had been resting in each other's embrace jerked up with a gasp, covers reached for in blind panic. Gohan's lips parted as he stared at the intertwined two, sweat dripping down his forehead as he struggled not to believe, not to see, but unable not to do so.

Azure eyes filled with desperation widened in horror. The top blanket was ripped from the two as Trunks scrambled up and rushed over to Gohan, only to pause as he realized the betrayed look on such dark and handsome features. A tongue darted out and licked dry, pale lips. "Gohan, I…"

What could be said? The addicted had found a new dealer. Gohan slowly backed away with a hurt look directed to his brother. Goten remained motionless, his lips closed tightly, hands in his lap to hide the satisfied length. Jealousy built inside of Gohan, but he said not a word. Goten's emotions towards Trunks had always been obvious. Why had he never considered his baby brother as an obstacle?

He had never thought of Trunks as a goal.

Turning, he stormed out onto the balcony, grabbing the rail as he prepared to jump over. Maybe he would just let himself fall, suppress his ki so he could plummet to his death. Would a fall such as that even kill him? It was doubtful, but worth a try.

With tears staining his eyes, Gohan's grip grew tighter and he jumped upwards to fly away, but a strong grip on his wrist had him pausing midair. Craning his head over his shoulder, Gohan struggled not to sob as he saw Trunks' pleaded eyes. With a sigh, head bowed, the dark demi pulled free of the grip and turned, landing back in front of the prince. "Don't explain, Trunks," he whispered, refusing to met cerulean eyes.

Those eyes narrowed with anger as a hand snatched out to grip coarse locks of black hair, yanking Gohan forward into a brutal kiss. "Damn you, Gohan," Trunks snarled as he pulled back briefly. "I love you, you hear me, bastard?"

Bruise-kissed lips were parted with breathlessness, eyelids closed, lashes fanned across flushed cheeks. He wanted to speak, but there was no place for words as he hovered on the broken bridge, watching with fascination as the violent waves crashed against the stone shore, killing the innocent fish that swam by. However, the shadows were slowly overwhelming the view, and soon he would be lost, only able to listen as the water beat the shore.

Trunks sighed in bliss, leaning his forehead against Gohan's, feeling the warmth of his lover's breath against his face. Goten was forgotten, the lost bag of drugs, the sadness he had felt while speaking with Videl in the hospital's corridors… they were all just shadows in the background.

"You should be in the hospital."

"I'd rather be here."

Trunks chuckled faintly, sighing against the feel of Gohan's skin. "I could take you back there, make you stay."

"As long as you're with me."

Large blue eyes rose in disbelief, longing to know that the words that had just been spoken were true. They were met with sparkling midnight eyes and smiling lips. Trunks struggled to speak, but there were not words to describe the overwhelming joy that erupted throughout him. He had not failed. Gohan really was his, and in this blind moment of panic, nothing else mattered.

"I love you, Trunks."

Tears were forced back. "Gohan… I love you too."

An golden explosion behind them cut off the impending kiss. The foundation of Capsule Corporations trembled against the blast that caused the walls to crack and trees to crash across roadways, causing pileups on freeways, sending thousands of helpless ningen to hospitals and morgues.

Two sets of eyes were frozen as Son Goten screamed in agonizing rage.

~*~

"Mrs. Son? Mrs. Son! Are you all right?"

Videl accepted the man's help as she struggled to her feet. She nodded, brushing back stray locks of dark hair. The explosion had been so unexpected she hadn't sensed it until it was too late. Fires burned all around her, screams for help and screams of agony echoing across the city. She winced as she brushed off her simple gray skirt, straining her pale blouse as she thanked the nameless fellow for his help. He offered her a smile before rushing off to help another damsel in distress.

Mrs. Son… it had been so long since anyone had addressed her by such a name. The man must have not heard of her divorce, which was quite strange. News such as that often traveled quite fast, but it wasn't important.

Gohan would be hers again.

Reaching down, she gathered her fallen purse and yanked on her high-heeled shoes again before turning and storming off down the sidewalk. Capsule Corporations was only a few more miles away. She just hoped she got there before anything more drastic happened.

There was no telling what madness was happening there, but she had to make sure that things went as smoothly as possible. If not, something drastic and unchangeable might occur. Someone might die, or something might slip.

Gohan would never forgive her for the abortion.

~*~

When the drug finally wore off, it left behind this burning ache for more. It returned worse, stronger, making the addicted lust for what had calmed this endless eternal pang. It because the focus, and though he knew the price, he was willing to pay it. Deep within, there was this yearn that with one more hit, things would get better. The effect would fade, and life would somehow get better.

Of course, Goten had always been wrong, and when he was forced to face this truth, it caused the pain and the lust to increase. Hope that he and Trunks would be together had become his drug, and it had always been the illusion.

He'd had enough.

Lust had driven him to the verge of madness, and just as he thought Trunks had become his, just as he finally felt that wonderful warm body relax in his arms, just as he thought he would hear those beautiful three words whispered in a moment of passion, it had been ripped away.

It had been ripped away by Gohan…

His brother…

There had been days in the past when Gohan had been everything to him. His best friend, his father figure, his brother… everything he had needed, he had went to Gohan. Now, everything he wanted had been stolen from him by this same person. Goten could feel his world crashing down around him, and so he made sure everyone else's world did the same. He could hear the screams. He could hear bones being crushed by enormous weight. He didn't know if people were dying, and he didn't care. If he was going to die inside, everyone else should die too.

"Goten!" Gohan cried out, rushing forward. A ki blast send him flying right back, crashing into Trunks and sending the prince sliding across the floor. Against the poles, the two demi-Saiyajins slid to a halt, staring at the half-sane warrior in the doorway. Goten's fists were clenched as he trembled, dressed only in a loose pair of Trunks' blue boxers. His gaze was focused solely on his elder brother, and his eyes demanded blood.

"You thief…"

"Goten! I di…" he was cut off by another blast that struck him in the chest. His flesh smoldered as he cried out in agony, but the flames were doused quickly by Trunks.

Jumping to his feet, Trunks stood between the two brothers, his eyes demanding Goten's attention. The youngest demi barely blinked. "Son Goten! You kno…"

"Shut up, you bastard," Goten growled, seething with rage. "You did everything you could to get him, and now that you are MINE he wants you! I won't let this HAPPEN!" Golden hair jerked again as lightening slowly became to surround the teenager's body. Trunks tensed for a blast, but moments passed and none came. Lips were pressed into a thin line as Goten's gaze slowly rose to the young prince. "He wants you only because you are mine, Trunks," Goten's words were calm, controlled, but at any moment it was obvious he could snap.

"I don't belong to anyone, Goten," Trunks whispered, slowly stepping towards his old friend.

Goten's eyes narrowed, but he did not flinch. "You ARE mine, Trunks," he responded quietly. "You did everything, and he didn't want you. The schemes, the manipulations, Videl's abortion, his job… everything you did, he only shrugged…"

"Videl's abortion?"

Gohan slowly rose to his feet, staring at his younger brother. Goten turned to him and blinked once before a slow, cruel smile spread across his face. "Yes, brother. Videl's abortion."

Azure, frightened eyes slowly turned to face disbelieving black. Lips were parted in breathless pants as the two struggled to find words, but before any could speak, Goten chuckled, his gaze locked on a small approaching figure from the street. "Speak of the devil… sweet, beautiful Videl."

~*~

Quiet footsteps seemed to echo violently as she paced through the corridors of Capsule Corporations. Her throat was tight with nervousness and excitement, her palms sweaty and clutching her pocketbook as if her life depended on the inanimate object. Videl had seen those narrowed eyes of Gohan, Trunks, and Goten, and her mind was spinning with the possibilities of what had occurred on the balcony. There had been a beautiful sadistic smirk on Goten's lips, and she was filled with hope that their months of plotting and hard work had succeeded and that Gohan would finally once again belong to her.

She needed him.

The bed was far too empty without a body to lean against on cold nights. The child that had been torn from her womb had caused her to lose everything. So what if the infant would have been deformed or sickly? It would have still been her and Gohan's beautiful baby. They could have been happy together… never separated… the two… three of them.

That gorgeous smirk on Goten's face had said everything. Their plans had worked, and all Videl had to do was barge in on the three men and claim her prize. They would get remarried and have another child in their marital bed, and once life was once again perfect, perhaps then she would tell her husband about their lost daughter.

All the while, Goten would have the royal pain-in-the-ass. Never again would Gohan and Trunks have to see each other. The world would be blissful, and there would be nothing but eternal happiness.

It was a beautiful dream.

Trunks' bedroom door was closed tight, but when she tried the handle, Videl discovered it was unlocked. Stepping into the messy and hot bedroom, she froze. From the balcony, three muscular and half-dressed bodies approached, one fading from the status of a golden god. Videl offered Goten a wide smile. "Hello."

"They know everything, Videl," he responded, folding his arms over his chest with a smug expression.

Bliss was only an illusion.

She blinked, looking between the brothers with disbelief. There was no way that Gohan could know about the abortion. It would ruin everything, and she, nor Trunks, would ever have Gohan to themselves again. Lightly chuckling, Videl crossed the room to stand in front of a fairly clean dresser. She sat down her purse before turning and brushing down the edge of her skirt while offering a smile. "What are you talking about, Goten, honey?"

Gohan decided to explain. He stepped forward, hands almost trembling as he stared at his lost wife. "I… I thought you miscarried our baby… but…" Gohan whispered, his voice shaking. Videl's eyes grew wide in disbelief, her lips parting as she struggled to breathe. Her gaze jerked to Goten, but the cocky smile was still there.

He didn't care.

A single glance told her that Trunks believed he had won. The royal demi stood beside Gohan, their fingers intertwined in support, held tightly. Pursed lips were drawn into a victorious grin, eyes narrowed in an expression that told her to give up.

If she lost everything, so would he.

"I bet Gohan doesn't know all those tiny details," Videl returned the smug smile. "Does he, Trunks?" Videl smiled just slightly as azure eyes grew wide and the victorious façade vanished. "Does he know all about the scientific research that you did on Saiyajin and ningen breeding? Would he agree with it if he looked at those test results?" She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head just slightly. "Did you ever have proof, or was there another reason you didn't want me to tell him the truth?"

Obsidian eyes slowly turned to look at the prince, and the tight grip on their intertwined hands loosened until they separated. Gohan slowly backed away, standing alone in the bedroom, though surrounded by people. The bridge beneath his feet was slowly cracking, and once again he found that he was just moments away from crashing into the rocky waters. "Is… is it true?"

Videl returned the unbroken stare from the lavender-haired demi-Saiyajin with a cruel grin. She could feel the victory that Trunks had thought he possessed just moments ago. "Tell him what you told me, Trunks," she said with a quiet laugh. "My child was a worthless pile of bones and flesh. It wouldn't be definable if it survived the birth, and even if it did, it wouldn't want to live."

She watched the horror grow. It was almost tangible, the terror that Trunks was feeling. Gohan collapsed on the bed, his eyes almost lifeless. He was going into shock. "I've heard that speech over and over inside my head ever since I lost my beautiful baby girl."

"It was a girl," Gohan's voice broke.

Videl nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Tell Gohan, Trunks! Tell him what you told me! `Save yourself, Gohan, and that innocent child so much pain.' Were those not your words, you sick bastard? `If you do decide to abort the thing inside you, don't tell Gohan. Tell him you had a miscarriage. You know how he is… he would never accept your decision.' Those were your words!" She stifled a sob. "That is what you said to me. How could I say no to that? How could I give birth to that child, when you told me how miserable its birth would make everyone?"

Gohan rose to his feet, and Videl fell silent, watching him look around the room once, glancing at everyone's face before turning towards the balcony. Trunks jerked as the dark-haired demi-Saiyajin moved to leave, his hand snatching Gohan's wrist, yanking him back. "Wait! Gohan! I can…"

"EXPLAIN?!" Gohan screamed, a blast erupting from within the warrior. His eyes briefly flashed green, sending the prince flying across the room and striking the wall. As Trunks slid to the ground in a limp pile of flesh and bones, the air around Gohan stilled, and the calm demeanor returned. "I would like to see you explain this," he muttered with a sigh. "I know you can't. I see the true you, Trunks. You were a drug, and my daughter was the price I paid."

"Goh…"

"Shut up, Videl," he threatened, his voice low. "I can never forgive you for what you did. Our beautiful daughter… you killed her." He shook his head, turning back to the balcony. "If I see you again, I will avenge my child's life."

Trunks struggled to climb to his feet, to rush after his lover and drag him back, but by the time he stood, Gohan was gone.

~*~

(Flashback…)

"Her name would have been Pan," Videl sobbed, arms wrapping around her stomach as she sobbed, blanket clutched to her chest, head buried in the pillow. Tears had her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were bloodshot. The doctor sighed, shaking his head as he held the clipboard to his chest. "Mrs. Son, you can cancel the abortion at any time."

"No!" she shrieked, the proceeded to cry again.

Now was no time to deal with the legalities that the doctor wanted to address. He frowned and turned, stepping out of the patient's room, but there he paused. A small man sat on the couch across from the room, staring intently at the door. "Sir, are you family of Mrs. Son?"

"I am her brother-in-law," he responded, standing. "Son Goten," he offered his hand with a forced smile.

"Dr. Stewart," the old man replied, shaking the hand. "I wanted to address some possibilities with Mrs. Son, but I do believe she is in no condition. May I ask where her husband is?"

"Her husband is having no part in any of this," Goten responded somberly. The doctor scowled in rage, but quickly shoved it down under his professional attitude. "Could you, perhaps, discuss these issues with me, then, Mr. Son?"

"Sure," Goten nodded.

Following the doctor through the white corridors of the hospital, Goten was led into a large office that smelled like furniture polish and plastic plants. He sat down in a large chair across from a insanely neat desk, watching in nervous silence as the doctor sat across from him and shoved forward a clipboard. "I'm sure you are aware, but there are many women in the world who are unable to conceive a child themselves. There is this one couple who have learned of Videl and her infant and are quiet curious. They are both scientists, and they want to take the child as their own, raise it, and study it."

Goten stared in shock at the doctor. "You want to take Videl's baby and implant it into another woman?"

Dr. Stewart nodded, running a hand through his graying hair. "It is a very strange request, but they are quite insistent about it. Since it seems that Mrs. Son is too mentally unstable, the closest relative available needs to make this decision, and that is you, Mr. Son."

"What about the tail? Do they…"

"They know everything. The husband is a doctor here, and he has reviewed all of Mrs. Son's records. All I need is a signature."

Goten stared at the pen he was offered. He hated this, all of it. He hated what Trunks was doing to him and his family, and the idea of allowing that beautiful little innocent child to die was too much for him. With a firm frown, he leaned forward and accepted the pen. He could allow Trunks to destroy lives, but he couldn't allow the prince to kill.

Not a baby.

~*~

Beautiful cerulean eyes sparkled beneath moonlight. Tanned hands caressed pale flesh. Lips brushed against flushed cheeks, mouths swallowing quiet moans as hands teased and tickled in loving motions.

In reality, sweat dripped across a moist brow. Gohan couldn't breathe as he tossed and turned beneath his sheets, arousal pressing against the bed as he struggled to fight against the lust that had been haunting him for months.

Jerking awake as a hand stroked his hardened shaft, Gohan gasped for breath, wiping the sweat before the salty droplets dripped into his eyes. Panting breathlessly, Gohan glanced over his shoulder to the glowing digits of the clock and sighed. It was four in the morning. The sun hadn't risen yet, and wouldn't for at least another hour.

Sitting up, Gohan sighed. Around his bed, bags were packed. Suitcases had already been put into his car. He was leaving this town, this city, and if he had the money, this country as well. France sounded nice. Greece was even more attractive. Maybe he would even travel to some tiny uncharted island past Europe. He needed to get as far away from Trunks and Videl as he could. He couldn't be around here. The chance that he would give into this lust, this desire was too much. He wanted a child by Videl, and he wanted those skillful, dirty hands of the prince running over his body. The desire made him burn, and Gohan knew he was weak. If he remained, it would only be a matter of time before he gave in.

He couldn't.

Withdrawal was powerful, but it was easy to overcome with time. He stood up and grabbed the jeans that were sitting on the floor, kicking off his boxers and pulling the jeans up. Tears stained his eyes, but he couldn't afford to cry. There was nothing to cry over anymore.

The cuts on his wrist itched to be reopened. The burns across his chest longed to be relit. They needed time to heal, but Gohan didn't have the patience. He tugged on the jeans and sat down on the edge of his bed, elbows against his knees. A pathetic sigh left his lips as he sat there, blank eyes staring forward, seeing nothing yet reliving everything that haunted his memories.

He couldn't take the constant ache in his chest. He couldn't stand feeling those hands over his body. He couldn't stand he idea of pressing his hand against Videl's round stomach. All of this he wanted, but he couldn't have any of it.

He loved Trunks and Videl so much…

Tears threatened to escape, but Gohan wouldn't allow it. Instead, he jerked forward and grabbed the handle of the dresser, yanking it open. His fingers circled around a bloody razor blade, and already blood dripped from the new wounds creating in the palm of his hand. He didn't care about infection. He didn't feel the pain.

Hiding behind his newest addiction, he escaped the disease of reality.

Owari