Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Addictions ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Addictions

Rated: NC17 for later chapters

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. (It came from a Trunks/Vejita story I read sometime ago, and I jotted it down, but I completely forgot the author! *cries* Gomen nasai! Please let me know if anyone knows!)

Author's Notes: Thanks so much to so many people for helping me with this story, whether it be plot ideas, encouraging, or sporking. Gohan/Trunks is one of the most difficult pairings to write! *whines for a few hours* Huge glomps and candy bars to Little Ninjin, Herve (who drives me insane, but helped nevertheless), Ember, and my beloved Dynishra, and I'm sure I'm forgetting someone. *whimper*

Author's Notes About The Fic: Although not as twisted as some of the other stuff I've written, this one does have a few twists. I doubt I'll get many flames *pout* but there are a few things that are a bit controversial… but that's why I used them! *evil laugh* Please read the warnings and Author's Notes during every chapter, and please feel free to flame. I will enjoy mocking you. *smirk*

Also, there are flashbacks throughout the story. The Flashback scenes are marked with this: (Flashback…), and they end at the end of that scene (scenes are noted by these: ~*~).

Arigato and enjoy!

Lotta love,

~Jady Arewar

Goddess of Evil

DBZ Incest Queen

Mistress of Squick

Supreme Empress of Corruption

White shimmered beneath the harsh florescent glare of overhead lights. Pale lilac clashed against pastel colors. A black suit against tanned skin stuck out in the middle of the cleanliness. Elbows were pressed against a counter, a head bowed over a sink, a face slightly flushed. Just a few inches away from the elbow, a small clear vile rested, an even smaller plug clenched in a shaking fist. A cigarette dangled on the edge of the sink, smoke curling in the air above the burning end.

It was mid-afternoon. The lunch break was currently ending. A head jerked up, damp lilac locks shaken back with a scowl on thin lips. Trunks Vejita Briefs, President of Capsule Corporations, stared at his pale reflection for a brief second before looking away. The demi-Saiyajin wiped the small trail of white powder from his nose before rising to his full height, straining the thousand-dollar jacket that he wore and brushing away all telltale signs of his activities. Fingers snaked around the burning cigarette and brought the thin stick to insert between his wet lips. Trunks breathed in, relaxed by the toxins that entered his lungs.

His gaze returned to the mirror, and a thin smile crossed his lips, one filled with royal pride, plotting, and sadism. He allowed his chin to rise, gazing smugly at himself with narrowed eyes. A set of glasses rested in Trunks' pocket, but the lenses in them were merely glass. He didn't need any spectacles. His vision was perfectly fine.

A quiet buzz suddenly echoed out in the deadly silent bathroom, causing the demi to jump in surprise. He cursed under his breath, thankful that he was alone. Reaching into his pocket, he revealed a small silver cell phone. A beep echoed as a button was pressed. "What?" he snarled impatiently, the phone against his ear.

"My apologies, Mr. Briefs," responded a nervous, female voice. Trunks leaned against the counter again, losing his composure. Endless days of insomnia, followed by his increasing habitual needs, and the sudden insanity coming from Goten and Vejita would make anyone slightly on edge. The girl on the other end popped a bubblegum wad and he winced, hands almost trembling. He mentally noted to fire the secretary the first chance he got. "You asked me to inform you the moment Son Gohan arrived to see you. He's just arrived and is waiting in your office."

Trunks hung up the phone without responding. He was too annoyed with her voice to allow the conversation to drag on for another moment. A sweaty hand ran through already damp locks of lavender. The cigarette fell into the sink, landing in a small puddle of water and extinguishing with a hiss. Trunks licked his lips, tasting the smoke and savoring its flavor.

It had been almost four months since Chichi's death, and it seemed that her demise had ended Gohan's life as well. Videl and he were so distant lately, and it was obvious to almost everyone, especially Trunks, that their marriage was finally falling apart. Perhaps to the outside world, it had been perfect and happy, but the sparkle in Gohan's eyes had long ago died out when Videl had refused to give him a child. It was more than likely that Gohan blamed Videl for their mother's death. Chichi had wanted grandchildren more than anything in her life. Videl's refusal had broken the old woman's heart.

Trunks stared at himself in the mirror and offered his reflection a sly conniving smile. Now more than ever, Gohan needed his help… even if the elder demi-Saiyajin wasn't willing to admit it.

Gathering the vile, he slipped it into the safety of his pocket, shook back his lilac locks one last time, and adjusted the tie that choked his neck. Turning, he left the bathroom and headed towards his office, humming a quiet tune.

~*~

(Flashback…)

"You're too slow, Trunks!"

"Damn it, slow down, then!"

"Trunks! Don't say those things! They're bad!"

"Fuck off, Goten!"

Silence followed the coarse language on that late summer's eve so many years ago. It was late in the afternoon, the warm sunshine descending in the sky, having already heated the lake. The younger friend treaded the water as he watched Trunks strip of his clothing and finally enter the lake, muscular body accented by the fading sun. Trunks was fourteen years old, Goten thirteen. They had been best friends all their lives, but with school, the two had begun to drift apart. Trunks was a part of the "cool" crowd. Sports, girls, dates, friends - he seemed to have it all. Goten, however, was only Gohan's little brother, and everyone knew who Gohan was. Because of this, Goten has become a part of the "nerdy" crowd. Instead of popularity, Goten had been given projects, memberships into clubs. These things he didn't mind doing since he had inherited his brother's intelligence, but he loathed being apart from the beautiful prince.

Goten hated every moment of it, but it was these blissful little days that made up for their time apart, even if Trunks was changing a little. Smiling brightly, he watched as Trunks surfaced just a few inches away from him. Lilac hair was matted against tanned skin. A tongue darted out and licked away water droplets that had remained on pink lips. Goten's heart pounded beneath his chest. He suddenly couldn't breathe as cold azure eyes fell upon him. Brows narrowed at the younger demi-Saiyajin. "What's wrong with you?"

"I…" he couldn't do it. He couldn't say the words he wanted to… but Trunks had to know before they were completely ripped apart by society and life, before some whore at their school stole Trunks' heart and ripped Goten's being to shreds. With determination and desperation building, the youngest Son reached out, wrapping his arms around Trunks' neck, and pulled the prince against him. Their lips met fiercely as they forgot where they were, who they were. Having been frozen in the moment, they sank beneath the water.

Trunks was still as a statue as he was tugged beneath the surface, Goten's tongue breaking through his lips. His hands gripped the demi-Saiyajin's arms as they sank further down into the dark depths of the lake. He could feel Goten's arousal brushing his stomach as a leg intertwined with his own. Trunks couldn't breathe. He felt bile rising in the back of his stomach and he fought Goten with everything he had, shoving the demi-Saiyajin away, kicking Goten in the stomach as he scrambled upwards for air.

Goten was trying to drown him!

Breaking through the surface, Trunks gasped and panted as cool air filled his lungs. Wide cerulean eyes stared in shock at Goten as the demi broke through as well, gasping for breath, a bright Son smile on his face. Obsidian eyes twinkled happily as they gazed at the prince. "Sorry… I forgot we needed to breathe."

For some reason… Trunks still couldn't breathe. He stared at that innocent bright face and found himself ready to vomit. Goten… Goten couldn't be doing this to him, not his best friend. He shivered and lunged out of the water, grabbing his pants and then shooting heavenwards, darting through the skies and far away from the little demi-Saiyajin who was causing his shaky world to crumble. He knew without looking back that Goten was staring after him in confusion, but Trunks couldn't deal with this. He just couldn't! He flew blindly, heading towards things only subconsciously known. After only a few minutes of flying, he realized where he was heading, and he paused only to tug on his jeans before his speed increased.

Touching down just outside the Son household, Trunks rushed towards the opened doorway, gasping for breath. Chichi only spared him an annoyed glance from where she stood, hanging laundry out in the sun to dry, but Trunks barely even noticed she was there. He fled across the ground, jumping over the kitchen table as he flew through the hallways towards where he knew Gohan would be. Gohan… Gohan could fix this! Gohan always fixed everything that was wrong.

Outside the bedroom, Trunks panted for breath as he skidded to a halt, staring at the brass knob that was waiting to be turned. He licked his lips and ran a hand vainly through his damn lilac locks before straightening his back and pushing open the door.

Gohan sat on the bed, a hand buried in his short black locks, glasses dropping down on his nose, and a phone pressed to his ear. Trunks stepped inside, feeling no qualms about his intrusion. This was Gohan, after all. The door clicked closed behind Trunks, causing the elder demi-Saiyajin to look up. Gohan offered Trunks a half-smile and sat up. "No… no, yes, Videl, please… I know… yes, I'll be there, I swear. Trunks just walked… no, I'm not! Videl!" Gohan sighed and scowled, repressing a growl that Trunks knew was building up in the Son's throat. "Listen to me, please! No, I swear I didn't. I'll be there as soon as I can, okay. Goodbye."

With that, Gohan hung up the phone and unleashed the repressed growl. Trunks smiled slightly, leaning back against the door as he watched calloused fingers run through short black locks again. A frowning face glanced up. "What is it, Trunks? You and Goten were supposed to be spending the weekend together."

The reminder of Goten caused Trunks to lose his pleasant smile. "I… Gohan, I need to ask you… uh… talk to you about Goten."

"I really don't have time, Trunks. Videl is losing her mind, or something." Gohan stood and rolled his eyes, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on. "Just… go talk to Goten about it. You two are best friends. You can work anything out."

Trunks desperately tried to stop Gohan as he moved to the door and pulled it open, but Videl was more important than Trunks. The door clicked closed, leaving Trunks in the small private bedroom. Face fallen, Trunks stared desperately at the wood, pleading with the gods to make Gohan come rushing back. He wanted Gohan's arms around him, Gohan's body pressed against his. His shaft was hard at the mere scent of the elder demi in this room and he fought off a distraught sob. He didn't care that he liked men, or that society would be disgusted by these desires. Gohan was everything… and the darker demi-Saiyajin had abandoned him.

Then, the door swung open. Bright black eyes filled with worry appeared. "Trunks?" Goten pleaded quietly as he stepped into his brother's room dressed in only jeans, and shut the door behind him. Obsidian eyes searched the room briefly and saw no traces of Gohan anywhere nearby. Trunks was frozen as Goten approached. "I'm sorry, Trunks. I moved to fast. It's just… I've loved you ever since we were little kids trying to figure out what a wizard was."

Goten approached with a faint smile, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Trunks' neck, hands threading through damp lilac hair. "We can go slow. I don't mind." Never once did Goten ask if Trunks wanted this relationship. "I know you're afraid. I am too. You mean everything to me, Trunks, and I love you." Lips met Trunks' mouth, a tongue pressing against the closed lips and slipping in. Trunks tried to repress the tears building in his eyes, but they fell nonetheless. Goten smiled softly as he felt the tears, and a gentle, loving thumb brushed them away. "It will work, Trunks. I promise." Goten's words were so comforting, but Trunks could only stare blindly ahead, still praying that Gohan would burst through those doors and save him.

To Be Continued…