Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ DOMINATION ❯ Zoomie I ( Chapter 5 )

~*~Chapter 5: Zoomie

 

My mom and I did move out of my childhood home and got a new place. Smaller than our old home, considering how practically poor we are. I don't even know how mom was able to afford our last house considering none of my parents worked. I like to think that Bulma helped out with our house and everything but the only thing is that if Bulma was helping us like that, you would think that she would help us to get a better house. Then again I also like to think that the only reason that Bulma and my mother are friends is because of my dad. After all, he brought those two together.

 

It only took us a full weekend to move into our little house, almost the size of a shack; one bedroom, a tiny kitchen, a small living room with a tiny bathroom. My mother gave me the bedroom, her only way of being a kind person towards me as a parent now. She even started looking for a job too since my dad was gone and there was no way to support us. I had even heard that my dad was getting a job in Capsule Corp considering that by law he was to pay my mom $750 in child support money every month.

 

There wasn't much to my room. Because of the horrid experience from all of the spiders in my room, I didn't even have the stomach to go back there and get my stuff out. I had to beg my brother to get my bed, dresser and my single stuffed tiger with pressed fur, missing eye, and non existent velvet nose that I had left with all the arachnids.

 

It was my dad that gave the stuffed animal to me. It was my first and only stuffed toy I owned that I cherished with all my heart. He had given it to my mother and asked her to give it to me when I was conceived. It was the most special thing to me when I was a small child. If I lost nothing to the spiders but my stuffed tiger, then my world would have no point to it.

 

In my new room was just my bed, dresser with clothes in it, a small book case that my brother was able to scrounge up for me, a little desk that use to be his, a simple radio, and my cherished tiger, Simba (yeah… I know Simba is a lion… but I love the name). Gone were my pictures of me and my family, me and Trunks, and others. But it was ok because the life in the pictures was a life that I didn't have anymore. It might have been something nice to look back on but it is too painful to think that my life use to be that good.

 

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The weekend is over and the labor of moving boxes and saying goodbye to the place that I grew up in was gone. It was back to school for me with the taunting and harassment. I didn't ride the bus anymore (considering I rode with Trunks) and I actually enjoyed the peace I found in flying. I even was able to ignore the dome like mansion that I passed over to get to the middle school.

 

I land in the school yard where no one was and made my way to the front entrance, getting strange looks as I began to pass people. I kept my head down to avoid the unforgiving eyes of the students, knowing why they were looking at me. Not only was it because I was the only known fag in the school, but because I was starting to wear a lot darker clothing. My outfit was simply a black shirt and black pants, the symbolism being that I was in a state of depression. My mood had darkened, my clothes from now on were going to be darker, and even I noticed a dark and violent personality change in myself.

 

I was beginning to think of violent things that I could do to people, being only possible because I was a saiyan. Images of people that would make humans cringe, thoughts of how to make people fear me and move out of my way when I came their way. It used to scare me when I thought like this, but now that all kinds of shit has happened to me, I smile when I have a plan in my head that is sinister.

 

My classes before lunch were the same as they have been when Trunks told everyone about my homosexuality. I got looks, I was yelled at by my pet name “fag,” and I always got the paper wads with threatening notes thrown at me. In the short amount of time that I have changed drastically, I've taught myself to ignore what was happening and try to focus on the information I needed for finals. I don't want to fight them, but the thought of throwing someone into an electrical fence was sounding good to me.

 

Trunks has noticed how I've changed over the weekend and would do everything in his power to try and push my buttons. How much would it take before the once innocent Goten would snap? He poked, he pushed, taunted and made fun of me. He threw things at me and told everyone around him stories of me wetting the bed when I was little. I can only take so much… Even though I've caused myself to change so quickly into a vicious person, it hurts so much to have the one I loved do this to me. Why does he do this to me? All I ever did was love him and give him my all… and this is what I get…

 

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Lunch came and I was sitting by myself at a table where I used to sit with Trunks. And where I used to sit with people who said they were my friends. Again, whoever said friendship was sacred needs to be shot. I picked at my food, my appetite gone seeing that the slop of food resembled a spider. I don't know how, but in a sick way I saw everything as a spider now. I can still feel the spiny legs crawling on my skin all over me. I'm so traumatized by what happened to me that even a small rice-sized arachnid gets me jumping out of my chair. I'm so fucking afraid of spiders now. I have a horrible case of Arachnophobia that it could very well kill me.

 

Trunks came over to my table with a group of friends and began to talk more shit about me. All day this has happened and I'm sick of it. Like I said, I can only take so much. He began to tease me about how I had to move out of my childhood home into a shack, laughing and pointing at the fact that my house was so overgrown with spiders and bugs that we had to pack up whatever we could and move. I could feel hot tears forming in my eyes as he took my food and ate it, still harassing me with his group of Abercrombie wearing friends. I was going to blow any minute.

 

When I finally did, my rage was huge. He had taken my carton of chocolate milk and poured it all over my head. The cold milk poured all over my face and down my back, getting my hair sticky and wet. It was the last straw. I jumped out of my seat so fast that Trunks didn't even see it coming. His friends backed up fast and I swung a fist at the shocked lavender-haired prince. I was so angry that my head was pounding and my gritting teeth began to hurt my jaw.

 

I socked him on the nose, screaming, “FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!!” The whole lunch room went quiet and heads were turned our direction.

 

The paranoia I had rose in me as their eyes crawled over me like, well… spiders. I had hit Trunks so hard that he had fallen to the ground holding his nose in pain, blood gushing out as I broke the cartilage. I smiled sinister-like and glared at his friends who immediately dragged him away, freaking out at the way I reacted to the constant harassment. I won my battle today and felt like I could take on the world.

 

I smiled to myself and sat back down, trying to eat the remaining food I had. The lunch room began to have noise again as people started talking, probably about me. What did I care? I got Trunks to shut up with 30 minutes of lunchtime to spare. No one messed with me after what I had done for the rest of lunch. I ate the crappy cafeteria food, glowing in pride, minding my own business when all of a sudden…

 

“Hi!” someone chirped happily in my ear, scaring the shit out of me and making me jump out of my chair.

 

I whipped my head around angrily to find myself looking at the most adorable face I had ever seen. I was actually taken aback by the beauty of the teenaged boy that had scared me. The first thing I noticed was the bright green eyes that sparkled in happiness, gleaming at me with pure innocence. Next was the smile that just killed with its beauty; perfect teeth, kissable lips, and a wide grin to go with it.

 

When I was able to get a clear view of him I was still in awe of him. Thick spiky black hair that reached the nape of his neck along with a section of hair that was pushed to the right side of his face that was dyed a golden blonde. I looked him up and down, noticing the pants the hugged his legs and thighs. Almost like… girl pants. He still smiled at me, almost apologetically. I couldn't understand why this handsome teen had come up to me like he had.

 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that.” He giggled and his eyes sparkled more.

 

My eyebrow arched in curiosity. He sat down next to me and again the lunch room had quieted down, my paranoia telling me that everyone was looking at me again. Because of that, I growled at him. “What do you want?”

 

He acted as though I didn't growl at him, keeping the beautiful smile on his face. “I uh… have actually been wanting to meet you for a while now Goten.” He grinned sheepishly and I made a confused face. `Meet me…?' I thought. “I heard what Trunks had been doing to you and I had to meet you. I needed to meet the guy that had opened up in his homosexuality in a place like this because I… want to know why you did it. You see…” he got in close to my face and whispered to me, “I'm gay too…” My eyes got the size of saucers. I thought I was the only gay person in our school. Why was he telling me this? “I really want to get to know you, Goten. My name is Zoomie.”

 

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Zoomie's his name, to get to know me is his game. Well, Zoomie isn't his real name. His name is Hayden “Zoomie” Marlo. He goes by the nickname of an Air force pilot (a Zoomie) because his father is in the air force. Supposedly his father and mother gave him that nickname when he was a little child and it's stuck with him ever since. Or… something like that… I wasn't really paying attention to what he was telling me. I was more interested in the fact of why he was talking with me.

 

To tell you the truth, I think that Trunks put him up to this. Zoomie was just another sick way of taunting me and harassing me but through another person. A joke. Oh, I could see it all too clear. Trunks threatening this guy to talk to me and tell me he was bisexual. But all the more Zoomie talked to me, the more I began to think otherwise. The story he was telling me was way to elaborate and thought of to be fake:

 

“You see, only a handful of people on 8-B know that I'm bisexual. I just recently broke up with my girlfriend because she thought that she wasn't enough for me or some crazy reason that a chick breaks up with you. She knew that I liked guys, and so do all of my friends. I guess you could say that I got luckier than you in that category…” He grinned at me and I glared daggers at him.

 

“But no offence to you of course!” he smiled again, showing off his pearly white teeth. “I just hear that 8-E is the worst team out of the whole 8th grade,” well… he was right about that… “But anywho, I also heard about a kid that suddenly came out of the closet one day and got a beating for it. It's so cruel, you know? Trunks and his preppy-ass friends picking on someone just because they like to suck the garden hose instead of lick the carpet.” He shook his head and I slightly smiled at his last statement. The kid was pretty cute.

 

I wanted to say something like “thanks, see ya later” and walk away. We definitely were drawing too much attention. I glanced at the clock several times, the time in lunch passing so slowly. Just for my luck, we only had 3 more minutes left until the bell rang for 6th period. I took my attention back to Zoomie to see that he was watching me with those emerald eyes patiently. I guess it was my turn to speak now.

 

“Well… I'm glad that we could have this talk… I think… so…” I mumbled and looked at the clock again. I just want to get away from this kid. Not only was I already extremely attracted to him, but people around us began to stir up my paranoia.

 

“I am too! I'm so happy that I finally got to meet you, Goten.” He grabbed my hand and I freaked out, my heart racing a mile a second. I went to yank my hand free only to have him lean in close to me. Was he gonna fucking kiss me?! He passed my lips and his breath brushed up against my ear. “But…” he whispered, “I want to get to know you more than this…” he pulled away and let my hand go, his eyes locked on mine.

 

“You mean…”

 

“I want to see you after school. Is that ok?” he asked me, grinning happily. I think I'm actually going to puke.

 

“After school, eh?” I growled and scoffed at him. He was still smiling. `This kid is too happy…' I think to myself and sigh. “If you can find me after the bell. I won't wait for you if you're expecting that.” I state and look away, staring at a `preppy' that was ready to say something to me. A death glare was enough to keep him quiet.

 

“Great!” Zoomie jumped up and took my tray, dumping it in the trashcan across the cafeteria.

 

I let out a sigh of relief as he started to walk back over to where he was sitting with all his friends. `Glad that's over with… guess I'm running to the front of the school this time.' I think and get my things together. The bell rings and as I stand up, I hear Zoomie's distinct voice shout over the bell something that I never thought someone would tell me ever again. A statement that I didn't want to hear anymore. A statement that I had longed to hear Trunks tell me over and over again but only to have someone else say it:

 

“I LOVE YOU GOTEN!”

 

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I didn't think much on that little confession that Zoomie had voiced out for everyone to hear during the rest of school. I didn't want to think about it at all. I was hoping that it was just something I heard on my own, going crazy in my young life. I'd rather hear voices in my head than have Zoomie call out that statement. Why in the world would the kid do something like that anyway? I just met the guy and already he's telling me he loves me?

 

Please just let me be going crazy…

 

Luck was on Zoomie's side unfortunately for me. Once the bell rang to let everyone go home, he was waiting for me outside the trailer classrooms. I couldn't even make myself fly away when I saw that he was waiting for me. `Enough of me running… I could at least humor the kid…' I sighed and walked up to him once everyone had taken off towards the buses. A smile was plastered on his face as he came up to me, excited to see that I was walking towards him. `What's with this kid anyway?' I think and don't even say hi to him as we meet up. He doesn't mind it at all as we both walk down towards the front entrance of the school.

 

We walk pass the carpool kids and onto the sidewalk. I make a face as I realize that he was still following me right by my side like a lost puppy, smiling and waiting for me to talk to him. I wonder how long he could wait… “You sure are slow.” He laughs, referring back to when the bell rang to let school out.

 

I glare at him and finally began to speak to him. “Well, that's because I was hoping that you would think I left already…” I mumble and keep my head down, not wanting to see his eyes.

 

“Well that's understandable. My ex told me that I give off the creepy stalker vibe or something like that. Sorry if I make you think that. I just really want to know you.” He continued along my side as I turned down a road.

 

“Don't you have to go home? Do you even have a home?” I spit.

 

“Yup. But I don't have to be home until 6.”

 

I roll my eyes and quicken my pace. The kid follows without a skip of the beat. We continued to walk into the city limits, passing the big shops and business buildings and the well-known Capsule Corporation mansion. He was talking to me about all kinds of nonsense, telling me about his life and how he came to live here in West City. Father is in the military blah, blah, blah… has to move constantly blah, blah, blah… trying to find a better doctor for his cancer blah, blah, blah…

 

Wait… cancer…?

 

I stopped in front of a coffee shop and stared at him, my old self coming back to me. “You have cancer?” I ask him and he nods with a smile. Why are all the fucking cancer kids so happy?

 

“Yup. I've had it for about 4 years now. It's some rare blood cancer that my Grandpapi had. My family has been going around trying to find a better doctor for me so I can live for a longer time. So far, nothing has turned up. But ya know, I'm not really worried about it so whatever.” He shrugged it off and still smiled at me.

 

Sympathy had me for a second, the old me wanting to come out and hold the beautiful South American descendent boy. Even if he is from Venezuela, he was born here in the United States and doesn't have any accent at all. Doesn't even look Hispanic to me. “Grandpapi?” I ask him, curious about the title.

 

He grins some more and continues with his life story. Dad in a war met his mom in Venezuela blah, blah, blah… fell in love and bumped the nasty only to have Zoomie blah, blah, blah… goes to South America to visit family all summer long blah, blah, blah… that's where he gets some of the words he does blah, blah, blah…

 

`Interesting kid…' I think and even smile.

 

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A week passes and I'm use to having the bubbling cancer kid at my side now talking my ear off. He waits for me in the mornings to have breakfast with me, walks with me to first period, eats lunch with me, and waits for me after the bell rings to go home. He always has an interesting story to tell me about what has happened in the past 12 hours we haven't seen each other. A lot of the times I'll just ignore what he's telling me and focus on what people around me where thinking. But some of the time I actually will listen, enthralled with how fast he talks or how much. I'll even smile for him since he's always begging me to smile.

 

He keeps on saying “I love you” every time we say goodbye…

 

We've exchanged phone numbers and I call him when my mom is passed out on the pull-out couch drunk or sound asleep. I'll usually stay up and listen to everything he has to say until he can't stay awake any longer. Hell, even I have a lot to say too.

 

The looks and taunts at school had only gotten worse for me. Almost everyone in school thought that Zoomie and I were fucking each other. I didn't mind what they had to say. I heard it everyday, but now there was someone else to add to it. Zoomie was getting picked on and harassed daily too now. I told him to stay away from me, that wanting to get to know me was going to get him beaten up. But it only makes him want to stay around me more. He's starting to learn that I actually give a damn about him. But… what can I do…? I can't seem to get rid of him.

 

He's invited me to stay the night with him at his big house over the weekend. After the constant whining and begging, I gave into him. Then again…. All he has to do is flash that brilliant smile and put on this face that I can't resist. The only problem was my mother; or at least that's what I thought it would be. I asked if I could stay with a friend and in her drunken stupor told me not to come back until I brought her grandchildren.

 

Hmmm…

 

I got to meet his family which consisted of his beautiful Hispanic mother Chilo, his sister Mari, a baby boy named Carlos, and his grandmother Maria. His father was gone out to base for something important so I would have to meet him later. We ate real tacos (not that stuff from Taco Bell©) and his mother decided to tell me about Zoomie as a child. As bedtime came around, I waited and watch as Zoomie has to take several pills and some meds in a needle. My eye twitches and I want to puke watching the needle pierce his skin and the medicine getting injected into his blood stream. I guess I'm a lot like my father.

 

We have to be quiet around 10 o'clock so we don't wake up little Mari and Carlos. Zoomie has no bedtime on the weekends so we decide to pop in a movie from his very large movie collection to pass the time. Both of us threw on a pair of pajama pants (no t-shirt) and sat in the love seat with the lights out in the bonus room, enjoying the movie “Freddy vs. Jason” and laughed every time a corny killing happened. Good thing Zoomie has a sense of humor like me.

 

For one of the more serious scenes in the horror film, I look down at my… friend I guess you could call him. He, even sitting, was still slightly shorter than me and let's just say that he doesn't really like to be used as an arm rest. I continued to stare at him, my breath catching in my throat at the lovely boy. Kami he was beautiful. Why he wanted to try and be my friend is beyond me.

 

He notices me looking at him and smiles. “What?” he asked quietly.

 

“Why…?” I whisper, blushing at the question I'm about to ask. “Why do you tell me you love me?”

 

He keeps the smile on his face and looks back at the movie sighing. “I thought you'd never ask me…” He chuckled and made himself comfortable on the love seat, slightly laying on me which I just noticed now. He looked back up at me again with his green orbs and sighed again. “Because I do…” he tells me, his voice filled with emotion.

 

I tilted my head in confusion. “But we barely met a week ago. How in the hell could you possibly love me?” I scorn at him and his facial expression never changes.

 

“I tend to fall in love easily with beautiful things …” he whispers and lifts his arm up, his soft hand stroking my cheek. I blush furiously and I want to throw him off of me (into a paper shredder sounds good) and walk away out of his life forever. Go up to Trunks and laugh in his face about this horrid joke he's been playing on me. Then go cut my wrists again to forget all about this.

 

But…if this were a joke then he wouldn't be looking at me like that…

 

He comes towards me and I yank away, fear probably written all over my face. I was afraid of this situation we were in now. I was afraid that this joke was getting even more and more sick. I was terrified because I don't want to get close to anybody. I was scared that this wasn't real… “I love you Goten…” he whispers one more time to me and the world around us fades.

 

His lips brush against mine in a hushed kiss, his eyes slightly closed. He pulls back and looks up at me before going in all the way, his mouth covering mine in a hard lip-lock. The hand that was stroking my cheek is now holding my face close to his, a very lame attempt to keep me where I am. His lips move against mine and his heads tilts slightly, deepening the half-sided kiss.

 

I didn't move, I didn't respond, I didn't even close my eyes.

 

That is… until I felt a warm tongue skip my lower lip. I stifle a moan and watch as Zoomie looks up at me with darkened green eyes. He has a gleam in those orbs that I've never seen him have before. A type of feral look to them. He looked… wild.

 

I move my head slightly towards him connecting our lips deeper again into a full kiss. His breathing has gotten heavier and his other arm snakes around my neck, pulling me closer to the Emo kid next to me. Our mouths move together in a slow rhythm and he moans, making me shiver. I can feel his mouth open and his pointy tongue is skimming my lower lip again almost in a tease. Such a sluttish tongue you have, my dear Zoomie.

 

I open my mouth a little and Zoomie takes no time in slipping his tongue inside. He touches my own tongue ever-so slightly and pulls it away. Again he thrusts his tongue inside, teases me, and pulls it out. I feel like he wants me to start the spit-swapping. I'm hesitant at first, nervous at what was going to happen, but when his tongue entered my mouth again to touch my own, I let mine meet his.

 

Both our eyes flash open as our tongues meet each other, staring at one another in shock and excitement. I watch as he closes his eyes and boldly wraps his tongue around my own, slightly sucking on it. This time I'm not so nervous. I twine my tongue with his, our mouths opening and closing for one another, the appendages going in and out of the moist inner recess. I groan and ran my hands down his warm back, feeling his lithe muscles flex under my touch.

 

Zoomie moans loud and positions himself under me, resting his head on the pillowed armrest, opening his legs for me to lie between them. I can feel something hard pressing against my leg and my tail that is usually wrapped around my waist uncoils and whips around wildly behind me. He is holding onto my head, keeping our mouths together in the intense make out that we were having. I let go of his back and run my hands down the front of his chest, also getting hard at the feeling of skin on skin.

 

I stop kissing his mouth and let my lips travel down his chin and neck, our mixed saliva trailing down from his mouth to where I was kissing him. I dipped my tongue in the hallow of his neck, feeling him shiver below me, his body making mine tighten with need. I move my body down his, my hands stopping at his perky nipples to tweak them, getting a very nice yelp out of Zoomie. He moves his groin against mine and I shiver too.

 

To feel this much pleasure at the age of 13… it was great.

 

“Goten…” he whispers my name and I look up at him. His lust-covered eyes shine at me and he had a smirk that was so very out of place on him. “Not here…” he leans up and kisses me lightly. I nod and get off the couch, his hand in mine, and we make our way to his bedroom in the back, my tail slowly caressing him between his legs.

 

What the hell am I doing…?

 

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Your virginity is one thing that you will never get back in life. It is something so sacred and so very much your own that it is totally up to you, and only you, to whom you loose it too. Some people though never get that kind of chance. Molestation, rape, forced entry… it's all a way to loose your virginity in someone else's hands. You have to be careful with your treasured self. Loosing it to a stranger or even a sick-minded family member can tear you up inside. But loosing it to someone that you are extremely attracted too or someone that you love can make having sex for the first time the best time you'll ever have in life.

 

I'm taking my lead as a seme very well; pounding into Zoomie, holding him close to my slick body as I shove my 13-year-old dick into him, loving the noises I am causing him to make. He moans and cries beneath me as I thrust in and out of him, calling out my name louder and louder with every move I make over him. He grips the covers tightly and pushes back onto my adolescent penis as I thrust forward, making me purr and moan at the tight feeling he has.

 

I was a virgin until now. I still don't quite understand how I am able to fuck Zoomie beneath me with the knowledge of virginized sex that I have. I've watched enough porn with Trunks and Vegeta to understand what to do, but that was always with a woman. I only got to see one gay porn with two beautiful black-haired Gothic men having some very nice sex. And I was lucky that I shutdown the computer at Capsule Corp. fast enough so that Vegeta didn't see what I was looking at. All I know is that my lubricated dick goes in Zoomie's asshole and I push in and pull out… push in and pull out…

 

Maybe it's my saiyan instincts…

 

I let my hand creep down to Zoomie's hard-on as I pounded into him and stroked him fast. He began to whimper and yelp as I let my fingers wander all over between his legs, giving him as much pleasure as I could as I continued to fuck him. The faster I stroke him, the louder he gets and calls out my name. My tail is wildly lashing behind me, my body reacting with violent shudders and growls. I thrust in and out one more time before cumming in time with Zoomie's climax.

 

Both of us collapse on his queen-sized bed, panting for breath. I pull out of him with a moan and he immediately cuddles into my embrace. I don't move as he puts his arms around my naked body and rests his forehead on my heaving chest. I give a look of disgust as he kisses my nipple and settles down, obviously not going anywhere. Between his pants he says, “I love you Goten…” and is out like a light.

 

I roll my eyes and turn over with his arms still around me facing the wall. I was upset because I just lost my virginity to this annoying little cancer teen, someone who I was NOT expecting to screw at all. I was upset because I didn't listen to the voices in my head that were screaming that what I was going to regret later.

 

But I was mostly upset because it wasn't Trunks I was loosing my virginity to…