Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ For Cryin' Out Loud! ( Chapter 7 )

And here's yet another chapter for everyone to read. I'm sorry about you having to wait such a long time but I thought if I hung on they'd be some more reviews coming in for me. There wasn't. So I thought fuck it let them have it anyway. But from now on I'm only putting up a new chapter if I have reviews. It only has to be one person to review I don't care. I just LOVE feedback and I really really REALLY appreciate them. Really I do so plz consider saying something to me after you've read. Something ANYTHING!!! Thank you and enjoy!

Disclaimer: *wipes tears away* Nope it's not mine. ALTHOUGH! My friend Jenni (that's Jenni with an "i" {she's very particular about that!}) is coming back from holiday and she's told me she's brought me loadsa DBZ stuffs so maybe I can gather enough stuff to finally claim DBZ for my own!!!………..or not.

Somewhere in the house a door slammed. Trunks started violently and soon regretted it. His brain was thumping against his skull like it was trying to escape. The room was far too bright for his liking and he sat up slowly, shielding his eyes from the strand of light cutting through the shaded room and falling cross the bed. His mouth tasted like something had just died in there and it hurt to open his eyes. He held his head and willed his head to stop pounding. Then the sound of rushing water reached his ears for a second before it was cut off and the sound of feet walking about in the next room added to the ache. He looked about disorientated for a second before realising he was sitting on the end of his bed after sleeping in his clothes all night. He scrunched his nose up in distaste and snapped his tongue, he needed water. He got up onto his feet and swayed a little on the spot, his head seemingly heavier than it had been the day before. He heard a door opening and looked up to see a dark man step out of his bathroom in nothing more than a towel around his waist. He stared at Gohan for a few moments trying to figure out why he was there and why he was in his bathroom. He looked through slit eyes before giving up and landing heavily on his bed. He saw Gohan smile and disappear back into the bathroom. Groaning, he collapsed slowly on to the bed like a rag doll, his eyes rolling. He sensed Gohan had reentered the room and soon felt a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw a glass of fizzing liquid being offered to him. Trunks smiled gratefully and sat up to accept the drink. He almost wretched in disgust as he swallowed the water. It had to be one of the most disgusting things he'd tasted in his life but Gohan lifted the glass to his lips again and he was forced to take sips of it until he was all gone. Gohan then took it back into the en suite, returning he rubbed Trunks' back. Looking into his eyes Trunks saw no sign of tiredness or hangover. Gohan saw his questioning gaze and grinned.

"I've been up for a while but I thought I'd let you sleep."

Trunks nodded slightly, his eyes shooting to the floor pretending to be interested in a stain on the carpet. Gohan was acting strange; well actually he was acting normal, which was strange after what happened the night before. Trunks knew he was totally plastered but he could still remember vividly the kiss the two had shared. He was grateful for that but he wasn't sure how Gohan would take it. He seemed to be taking it pretty well, so he must've forgotten it, he thought moodily, was I that shit? You'd think a little thing like one of your guy friends thrusting his tongue down your throat was something that would stick in your mind!

Gohan stood up and picked up his clothes that he had discarded on the floor before his obvious shower. "I'll see you in a while, then, I have some business to take care of. I'd go back to sleep, it's the best thing for a hangover."

Watching him leave before making any sort of movement Trunks crawled back into his bed, not bothering to remove his clothes once again as he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Since Bulma was extremely busy in her lab, Vegeta "extremely busy" in his gravity room and Trunks was completely out of it Gohan had leaped at the chance to go and collect Bra from Videl's. A perfect chance to see his daughter and Videl with no excuse to not let him. He couldn't understand Videl, why she was a spiteful and scheming bitch. She hadn't always been like that, or he would never have married her, and it was the last thing to worry him late at night and the first thing to worry him in the morning. His deepest concern was that Pan would grow up and follow her example.

He had to knock on the door five times before Videl answered her dark blue eyes widening as she saw who it was. She was dressed merely in her dressing gown and looked like she was the middle of applying the two tons of make up she slapped on every morning. It took her a while to get herself together and plaster that fake smile of hers onto her face.

"Gohan! What on Earth are you doing here?"

Gohan noticed she made deliberate movements so that her gown was slip and expose part of a ripe breast. He frowned and had no trouble tearing his eyes away from the sight. "I'm here to pick up Bra for Bulma. I'm living at Capsule Corp. now."

Videl's expression faltered but not for long. "Really? That must be nice for you. Would you like to come in?" she asked, stepping back and slipping her bare leg out of the gown. Grimacing Gohan stepped past, wondering what the hell she was playing at.

Pan was cuddling her tiger as she and Bra watched a cartoon on the television. Her eyes lit up when she saw Gohan walk in and she immediately leapt into his arms.

"Daddy!" she squealed, wrapping an arm around his neck, the other was still clutching the teddy. "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to take Bra home I'm afraid, kitten. Her mommy wants her back."

Pan frowned, looking back to her friend who was now standing and smiling at Gohan. "Does she have to go, daddy? Can't we go to the park or summit?"

Looking suitably apologetic Gohan shook his head. "Sorry, kitten, but Bulma wants to take Bra somewhere as soon as she gets back." He lowered her to the floor and ruffled her hair.

"Gohan, you can't tell me you won't stay for a coffee!" Videl smirked, coming to grip his arm and lay her head on his shoulder. She closed his mouth as it dropped open and took him through to the kitchen as the girls settled down to watch their cartoon again.

"Tea or coffee?" Videl questioned, making a big deal of tying her dressing gown back up in front of him.

"Videl, what is this?" he growled, steadying her hands on her sash. She smiled and pressed herself against him. "I was thinking, I've been really horrible to you haven't I, Gohan?" she asked brazenly, lifting her arms to wrap them around his neck. "And you don't deserve it."

Gohan's face was as solid as a rock as he stared stonily at her. "No, Videl, I don't deserve it. And I don't deserve this," he hissed, unlocking her arms from his neck and pushing her away. "I'll pass on the drink, thanks, and - er - " he looked at her pityingly, " anything else you have to offer."

Her screams were echoing through his head but he took no notice as he slammed into her tight passage again and again. She was panting something into his ear, something he couldn't understand but nodded none the less, gasping into the corner of her neck as all thought left his mind. He'd never felt so good in his life, not the first time, not the second time or any other time. He began to see flashes of purple and gold in the dimmed darkness of his room and he uttered a final cry before his full weight fell on hers.

Afterwards, they lay, limp and breathless. He had no idea how much time had passed when he turned on his side, pressing himself against the cold wall of his bedroom that they had been oblivious about until now. The brunette looked up at him with wide, satisfied eyes and cuddled up to him, nestling in his arms.

"You're wonderful," she breathed finally, grazing his mouth with hers. He began to kiss her back when a loud thumping came from downstairs. At first he chose to ignore it but it persisted, getting louder and louder, and he couldn't stand it much longer. He released the girl and pulled back the covers with a groan, matched by her as she sat up to hold his shoulders but he smiled and grabbed his dressing gown. Tying the belt he stepped heavily down the stairs in time to the bangs on his door. Swinging it open his mouth dropped.

"Son Goten?" a short brunette in a policemen's uniform held out her badge in unison with a tall dark headed man dressed similarly. Goten nodded minutely, his mouth still half open. The police put away their badges and looked at his half-dressed state with something like distaste. "We wish to speak to you about a serious allegation made," the man said with forced politeness.

"Against me!?!" Goten almost had a heart attack in his doorway, his eyes switching from one to the other. The two officers just smiled. "May we come in, Mr Son?"

He hadn't slept for very long, Trunks knew that much as he prized his unwilling eyes open. About half an hour maybe less but he didn't care, his head was a little better but the worry of Gohan's reaction to his advances last night had really worried him. He had been ready for yelling, a pitiful face, a sorrowful expression even, though he knew it was farfetched, acceptance and returned feelings. He hadn't been ready for him to just dismiss it, he knew Gohan could remember he just knew it. So why hadn't he said anything?

Trunks had been thinking long and hard, resurfacing old memories from a long time ago in an effort to understand his apparent sudden desire and love for Gohan that had seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere. The only thing he could put it down to was an incident nine years ago when he was eleven and his dad had taken much pleasure in reliving Gohan's days as a superhero to Trunks and Goten's young ears. Trunks had been captivated by Gohan's amazing, if painstakingly humiliating, adventures as Saiyaman even though his father had made them sound like Gohan had been out of his mind. Though Trunks could remember the embarrassing costume Gohan had worn he couldn't help but admire him. Or feel sorry for the boy's extremely poor taste for fashion. From then on he had always looked at Gohan in a different light. He'd always loved Gohan, he'd decided that much. He had been like a time bomb and someone had given him the right knock to see for certain his true feelings for him.

Heaving himself up he slipped on a pair of jeans and a hoody and wandered downstairs looking for a drink, the thought of food was churning his stomach. His mother was in the kitchen apparently having the same idea as he and as he entered the room she looked up and smiled.

"You look rough," she laughed, passing him a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"It's not funny - thanks," he accepted the bottle. He subtly looked around the room but Bulma saw his wandering eyes. "He's gone to Videl's," she offered, placing her cup in the sink.

Trunks simply froze. He cleared his throat and tried to sound casual. "Videl's?"

"Mmhm," Bulma smiled and then frowned at his face. "What's wrong?"

"Why would he go to Videl's?" he said more to himself than his mother.

"He wanted to, said they had things to sort out anyway."

"Anyway?!" Trunks yelled. "What else have they got to do?!" Gohan's words echoed in his head. `I have some business to take care of.' What business?!? Where was his Gohan?!?

But before she could answer Trunks was out of the door, not even bothering to put any socks or shoes on. Bulma sighed. "Hi, mom! How are you? Oh I'm fine, son, thanks for asking."

Trunks reached Videl's residence in record time and banged and hammered on the front door, not caring at the stares he received from passers by. When a few moments had gone by and Videl had still not answered the door Trunks was working his crazed mind to think if it would be a good idea to break the door in. His heart beat so furiously he could feel it behind his eyes, at his wrists and below his jawline and he thought it was about to burst through his chest. It frightened him, his own frenzy, and when Videl opened the door, smiling and apologizing for the delay it was all he could do not to snarl and spring at her, hit her in the face and demand to know where the bloody hell it meant. Why had Gohan, his Gohan, been doing in this establishment.

But life, and his mother's constant moaning, had taught Trunks Vegeta Briefs the wisdom of control, the holding in of his own smashing need sometimes to slam his way through obstacles; the benefit of words rather than fists and he shoved his into his trouser pockets where she couldn't see them.

"I was looking for Gohan." Videl had no idea knew what an effort it cost him to remain calm as he took in Videl's dress - or lack of.

"Aah, Gohan, he was here, earlier." Videl's face underwent an instant transformation, flooding with undisguised pleasure at the sound of his name, or a memory she was relishing.

"Earlier? He left then?" The underlying harshness in his throat was struggling to get free and Trunks clenched his fists so fiercely he felt his own fingernails cut into the flesh of his palms, drawing blood.

Videl just uttered one word but it was enough for Trunks. "Eventually."

He ran out into the hammering rain, his face a mask of harrowed pain, ignoring Videl who, completely dismayed by his reaction, had followed to the end of her path. Trunks left her there and, he realised later, his own sanity for a while as he strode of down the wide street outside her house.

The gravel crunched beneath his bare feet, the stones cutting and grazing his soft flesh but he appeared not to notice, his breath laboured in his throat and chest as though he had been running. He could feel the sweat slide down his face to his heavy hoody. It gathered in the small of his back and in his armpits but though the June afternoon was mild he felt cold.

He came to some gates and without stopping or even conscious thought he turned to his left, striking off along the narrow road which was completely deserted. There was no sound but for the rain hammering the surface around him and his own footsteps on the road.

He followed the high wall which surrounded the avenue of houses until he came to its perimeter, almost running by now as though in an attempt to escape the wild pain and fury which pursued him.

There were woods and a field or two on his left and from one of them, bursting through the hedge in a silent explosion, a fox ran. Some small creature hung from its mouth and, startled, it stopped for a second to glare at Trunks, its muzzle raised, then it hurried across the road and slipped into the hedge on the opposite side.

There was a smell of hawthorn in the air and some blossom Trunks could not recognize; an aroma of snowberry and dogwood, the fragrance brought of by the warmth of the sun shining through the rain that day.

He stumbled at one point, falling headlong into the ditch at the side of the road, crushing the meadowsweet and willowherb that grew in its bottom.

Lights began to shine now on his right and though he did not consciously think the thought, he realised it was lunchtime and people in the houses were sitting down to some sort of meal. There were large houses with long front gardens filled with the shapes, and sounds of trees, rustling leaves and a dog barked frantically from behind a closed gate. Someone played a music system and there was laughter but Trunks staggered on, wondering where in hell he could lie down and die. He knew, with the rational part of his brain which still faltered on, that sometime, tomorrow, next week, a year from now he would be, not cured, not restored to full health, but functioning again and that all he had to do was get through the night, the week, the year until that time came, but he was, at this moment, unsteady with the sensation that something had come loose inside him, as if his heart had become detached and was thumping and shaking until he felt sick. He must find a place to gather what strength he could. He needed a drink. A bottle, something to help him fall into oblivion.

He turned blindly to his right, a wider road this time, again with fields on both sides and was startled to hear sounded like a roar of a wild beast. He stopped, turning his head this way and that, completely disorientated, sick and confused. He was fighting, God above, he was fighting not to think of him, not to see him going up…up stairs…into a room…and then…please, please, don't let me, help me to switch off the pictures of him, with her…in…on…Oh, God…

He threw his head back and howled into the rain.

"G…O…H…A…N…"

To say that Bulma Briefs was shocked, confused, hurt and annoyed would be extremely under exaggerating the situation that occurred when she opened the door to the police wishing to speak to her son. She refused to even let them through the door until they had stated the accusation they had come to see Trunks about and then she was too numb with shock to decline them entry. She led them to the living room where she sat down and cupped the cup of tea the female officer had made for her.

This was the scene Trunks walked into when he finally made it home. He was soaking wet, filthy with mud and grass, his face was rubbed raw with dry tear streaks down his cheeks and his footprints left patches of blood on the carpet. He stared at the policemen for a while before he realised who they were and then he saw his mother on the sofa looking visibly drained. As soon as she saw him she burst into tears and the cup she was holding fell to the floor as her shoulders slumped forwards and she covered her face with her hands.

"Trunks Vegeta Briefs?" the male officer asked, holding out his badge. Trunks didn't bother to answer, he was one of the most famous men in the world, they knew exactly who he was. He kept his eyes glued firmly to the floor, not caring who they were or what they were doing there. At his silence the officer carried on. "Mr Briefs, I am constable Yajert and this is constable Opanel." Still Trunks didn't speak. "We were wondering if you could tell us where you were last Tuesday night about eight-thirty p.m.?"

Not averting his eyes from his bloodied feet Trunks made a sound of agreement. "I was on a date," he mumbled, hardly moving his bruised lips from where he had bitten and chewed the delicate skin mercilessly.

"A date? And would that be with a Monica Cox?" Trunks nodded miserably. "I see. According to your mother you came back just before ten o'clock. Is this correct?" Trunks shrugged, wishing they'd just go away and leave him to be miserable on his own. "And what did you do on that date?"

Trunks' head snapped up and he glared at the female policeman. "That's none of your business," he snarled, he wasn't about to reveal what had happened to these two strangers - even if they were they police.

"I'm afraid it is out business, Mr Briefs. It would make things a lot easier if you co-operated."

"Oh I bet it would," he hissed, fisting his hands. "I ain't saying nothing."

"Very well," the male police officer sighed. "Trunks Vegeta Briefs I am arresting you on suspicion of rape. You do not have to say anything - "

"What?!?" Trunks' mouth dropped and he looked over to Bulma as she screamed.

"You do not have to say anything," the officer continued. "But anything you do say will be - "

"What's going on?!" Vegeta growled as he entered the room with a towel draped around his shoulders, evidently just coming in from training. Bulma ran to him and buried her face in his shoulder. "Trunks is being arrested," she whimpered.

"What?!?" Vegeta glared at the unformed man and woman. "What for?"

"Rape, Mr Briefs," the woman said briskly, clapping a pair of handcuffs on Trunks' exposed wrists. "A very serious allegation. Now come on, Mr Briefs."

Trunks, too exhausted from the past hour's events, just followed without word through the door and climbed into the car. Bulma ran out to him, screaming at him to tell her it wasn't true and that he was innocent but Trunks just turned away and all Vegeta and Bulma could do was watch the car disappear down the road.

:o Can we believe it? I think we can!! Was that worth the wait or what? I can just see the open mouths now. So! Tell me how shocked/amazed/annoyed/pissed off you are by leaving me a little message. Hope everyone's feeling fine and until next time don't do anything stupid cos the next chap's a goodie! See ya!!!