Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ Laughter and Voices ( Chapter 1 )

Hiya! Teengohanluva4eva here again. This time with a yaoi of our favourite first borns of Goku and Vegeta! This idea just came to me whilst I was watching the Fresh Prince (wipes drool away whilst thinking of Will Smith). Hope you like, I think it's a good story. This is just kinda like an introduction so nothing major here, but it's worth reading if you find Vegeta's bad temper hilariously funny. PLEASE REVIEW!!!

(As I have said in all my other fics I DO NOT do Dragonball GT for the simple fact that it is a load of horse shit. Thank you {Sorry if you disagree…you sad ppl})

Disclaimer: We praise thee Lord Akira Toriyama for this story we are about to read due to your wonderful idea of Dragonball/Z/GT and hope thee does not smite we for the way we have fucked up their seemingly innocent lives!

"Games off, boys!" Bulma called through the closed door of Trunks' bedroom where sounds of racing cars could still be heard at past midnight.

"`Kay, mom!"

Trunks' blue car had just zipped past Goten's red one to cross the finish line when Bulma had called and Goten had a hard job to catch himself in time when he was about to express him annoyance at losing the race.

"Don't be a sore loser, Goten. There's always tomorrow."

"Yeah, whatever," he mumbled sulkily. "Did you remember to set the alarm?"

Trunks grinned at the younger dark-haired boy lay on the floor at the side of his bed. "Yes, Goten, I remembered." Memories came flooding back from the previous last day of the Summer holidays when he had forgotten to switch it on.

"Good." Goten smiled back and settled down on the soft pillows behind him, stretching his long muscular legs in front of him under the same warm quilt he always slept in at the Briefs' house. "Because you remember last time!"

Due to their lateness and the fact that Trunks had used all the hair gel up on his lavender locks, Goten had rushed into his parents room, completely forgetting to knock, and had come face to cock with Vegeta who had just risen out of bed.

Trunks' bed shook with his laughter when recalling Goten's face when he had come back running from an extremely angry Saiyan Prince who hadn't bothered to cover himself up in his fury.

Colour rose into the darker teen's cheeks. "I thought he'd already gone down for breakfast!"

"Sure, Goten, I told you I believed you. Now we'd better get to sleep if we're going to look half decent in the morning."

"You're right." Goten nodded in the darkness after Trunks had switched the bedside lamp off. Settling down there was not a sound in the building for a long while.

"And don't let me catch you clicking the `larm off just to gawk at my dad tomorrow."

"OI!"

The shrill, persistent ringing of the alarm clock was an unwelcome intrusion on Trunks' dreams, and he groaned protestingly as he flung out an arm to silence it. He stifled a yawn behind his fingers and stretched lazily, wishing that he could've stayed in a bed a while longer, but then, suddenly, he remembered. His breath locked in his throat, and he sat up in bed with a jolt, jerking his quilt to the side of him. The sudden movement made Goten jump and he gazed sleepily through half-lidded eyes up at his best friend.

"Wha-what's a matter, Trunks?"

"Oh good, you're still here. I was worried you might've took a chance with my dad whilst he was asleep."

"You dick!"

Goten jumped up and caught Trunks' legs and dragged him to the floor. Trunks howled with laughter as the younger teen proceeded to haul him out of the room and across to the stairs.

"Okay, Goten, I'm sorry!"

But Goten merely grinned and pulled him down the stairs ignoring Trunks' protests.

Bulma stood at the breakfast table smiling gently at the amount of food she'd had to prepare for the past twenty-three years. She was about to turn back to the stove when she heard a noise coming form the stairs.

"Goten - ow! - please - oof! - let me - gah! - go - ahh! - Goten!"

Bulma looked slightly worried until her boys came rushing into the kitchen and advancing on the meal. She always considered Goten as her boy since he spent half his life here and she felt sure Chi-Chi felt the same with Trunks since he spent half of his life over at the Son's.

"Good to see you up on time this year, boys!" she said brightly, tucking a stray strand of aqua-blue hair back behind her ear.

"Yeah, I managed to catch Goten out before he could go anywhere this time, mom!"

Goten turned a bright shade of red as he dropped his fork to the floor. "Trunks!" he hissed in warning.

Trunks leaned his head across. "Don't worry, I won't tell her."

But Bulma smiled despite herself as she already knew what her son was on about. She had watched with amusement as her husband - butt naked - had chased the poor lad half way through the house before she saw fit to intervene and calm Vegeta down without the youth's knowledge. `Well, I have to go and get ready for work, you boys make sure you get to school on time."

"Sure thing!" the boys chorused as she swept out of the room in her shining blue dressing gown.

"Nice one, Trunks!" Goten scowled as soon as Bulma was out of hearing range.

"Oh it's not like she knew what we were going on about. I've already promised you that I wouldn't tell anyone you had a secret crush on my dad."

"I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOUR DAD!!!"

"I'm glad to hear it."

Goten's jaw dropped at Vegeta's remark as he sauntered into the tiled kitchen with his usual - seemingly permanent - scowl though his eyes betrayed amusement at his outburst. Trunks snorted into his cereal and sent half the milk across the table at Goten's horrified expression. Only stopping to retrieve a bottle of water Vegeta continued out of the kitchen, smiling briefly at his son without Goten's awareness.

Trunks returned the smile and then turned back to his friend who had murder written in his eyes. "Five - four - three - two…"

Trunks leapt up from the table and razzed it out of the room with Goten hot on his tail yelling all kinds of abuse at him.

After collecting their new timetables from the office Trunks and Goten made their way down the crowded hall way filled with other teenagers running, talking and the odd couple making out against the grey lockers.

"What's yer first lesson?" Trunks asked, dodging a flying rugby ball that had been thrown near his head.

"Algebra." Goten grimaced. "With Mr Kinomoto!"

"Aw, man, I feel for yer, mate. I had him last year. He's a right boring old gi-"

"Hello, Mr Kinomoto!" Goten called, digging Trunks in the ribs, to the aging old teacher walking past them with narrowed eyes. They grinned at each other, turning to lie on the grass on the field at the end of the corridor. Goten flung his head back and laughed out loud. "It's not a good idea to get yourself in detention on the first day, mate!"

"Yeah, well!" Trunks looked down and glanced at his timetable briefly and then looked again as a familiar name caught his eye. "Aw, wicked!"

"What?" Goten sat up, brushing the loose grass off his shoulders. "What's wicked?"

"I've got advanced chemistry with your brother look. At last, an easy ride!"

"Are you kidding?" Goten asked incredulously. "He's a slave driver!"

"Nah!" Trunks protested. "He knows me, he'll be soft."

"Sorry to disappoint you, mate, but he ain't even soft on me and I'm his brother. It don't matter who you are to him, I reckon he'd even fail mom if she took his lessons."

Trunks felt his stomach tighten. "That's not fair! Chemistry's hard!"

Goten shrugged. "Look there's the bell, when do you have him?"

"Just before lunch," he replied miserably.

"Ooh, that'll be tough. He'll be hungry and probably in a bad mood by then! Aw, well, good luck, I've got to go. Just remember," he called, running down the hill. "Just act like you're listening to him and he won't bother you!"

Trunks sighed and levitated from the grassy hill. "I hope you're right, mate, cos if I fail another class my mom's going to have my blood!"

Do we like? I hope so! I enjoyed writing it so I hope we all enjoyed reading it…and I hope we ALL enjoy reviewing it (hint hint!!!) So until next time friends, same blonde hair, same fanfiction site, good night everyone, thank you for reviewing, your host for the evening, Teengohanluva4eva, OH! (Just who doesn't love Eminem?!?!)