Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Grass Stains ❯ One-Shot

AUTHOR: Rev. Otana

RATING: NC-17 -- this goes all the way, kiddies

PLOT SUMMARY: There isn't one. The plot line is a shameless excuse for sex ;p

DISCLAIMER: Goten, Trunks, Bulma and Vegeta aren't mine, they were created by and are the legal property of Akira Toriyama, TOEI Animation, Bird Studios, Shonen Jump, Shueisha and FUNimation. Besides, none of the above mentioned bigwigs would do what I'm gonna do with them. ::wicked grin::

ARCHIVE: Anywhere you like. Just leave the disclaimer and stuff intact and let me know so I can come see the other goodies.

FEEDBACK: otana_chan@livejournal.com

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Grass Stains

© Rev. Otana 2002

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Just hold on tight, if you close your eyes

Look inside yourself, there's a light

Yes, I want you to believe it all

You can take another look from the other side

Just hold on tight, even if your heart is crushed

Reach into your soul, you don't have to be able to see tomorrow

Yes, live on if you have strength

You can take another look from the other side

Until you encounter love in its entirety ...

"Open up your mind", by mirai

Translation by Rev. Otana

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*BANG*

"Waaaaah!" Goten squealed and fell back onto his ass with a thud as the oven door dented and black smoke poured out from the cracks in the glass.

Trunks ran over and tried to fan the smoke with a towel. "Goten! You idiot! Jeez!" His efforts were frivolous however, as the smoke detector bleeped into life and a loud speaker sprung into action.

"Please do not panic. Smoke has been detected in the kitchen area, all persons are to leave the building quickly and calmly." The message repeated itself over and over again, vying for control over the screeching smoke alarm.

Goten leaped to his feet with a panicked look on his face. "Trunks, what are we going to do?" he whimpered, watching as Trunks pulled the blackened remains of their cake out of the oven and dumped it unceremoniously in the bin.

"It's okay, if we clean up mum'll never kn --"

"TRUUUUUUNKS!"

He froze as his mother's voice shrilled through the kitchen. "Oh shit ..." he whispered in defeat.

Goten's eyes widened and he looked at Trunks in horror. "Sh--she's gonna kill us!"

"Idiot," Trunks snapped. "She's my mum, of course she won't kill us."

Bulma stalked into the kitchen, her face red with anger. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Her eyes blazed as she saw the cracked egg shells, flour, sugar, baking mix, crumbs, bowls and shards of glass that littered her once clean kitchen, all tinged dark grey from the black smoke that still trailed from the dead oven. "I see. I should have known you'd be here too, Goten." He winced and shrank back. "What the hell is this?" She looked to Trunks for an explanation.

"We were only trying to make a cake ..." Trunks trailed off when he realised how stupid that sounded.

Even Bulma had to struggle to stop her lips curling up at that comment. She rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just like your fathers ..."

They stood side-by-side, eyes on the floor, covered in flour and smudges from the smoke, looking for all the world like they were kids again. No one would have guessed Trunks was the president of Capsule Corporation. As for Goten ... well, he'd never really grown up. Too much like his father -- always off training, or bugging Trunks at work, or trailing Piccolo.

She pointed at the filthy floor. "Right, clean up! You have ten minutes, then I expect to see this place sparkling."

Trunks opened his mouth. "But --" He shut it immediately at the murderous look in Bulma's eyes. "Okay."

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Ten minutes later, and there was no evidence of the tiny catastrophe that had occurred in the kitchen. Bulma nodded in approval, making a mental note that she would have to get a new oven delivered, before dinner if possible.

"Next time you're hungry, order pizza, for God's sake!" she scolded. Both boys nodded, desperate for the lecture to end.

"Sorry, Bulma-san," Goten mumbled, afraid to look at her. One of the strongest men in the world, and he was terrified of his best friend's mother.

Trunks risked a look up. "Um ... if it's okay ... can we go to Goten's house to hang out?"

Bulma folded her arms. "NO WAY." They winced. "Your punishment isn't over yet, you two." She led them outside into the enormous Capsule Corporation garden. "I want you to mow this lawn. All of it."

Their eyes widened as they followed the vast stretch of grass past the horizon. That would take hours ... most likely all day.

"But ... we have gardeners ..." Trunks spluttered.

"I gave them the day off," Bulma smirked at her own ingenuity. "Now, get going."

The boys hung their heads. "Okay," they chorused miserably.

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Goten eyed the huge motorised lawn mower with awe. "Trunks, how do you --"

"Not a chance," he snipped, climbing into the driver's seat. "I'm not letting you anywhere near this thing. You'd just blow it up like the oven!"

Goten pouted. "It wasn't my fault! I don't know how to bake a cake ..."

Trunks pointed to the strimmer. "You can clear up the edges by the fences. Just don't cut the flowers or mum'll eat you alive."

Goten's eyes widened and he nodded furiously, grabbing the strimmer and pressing the button. It buzzed loudly and shook in his hands, almost causing him to drop it in fright. He'd never even seen a power tool in his life, let alone used one.

"Hold it a couple of centimetres above the top of the grass," Trunks told him.

"Um, okay," he mumbled, holding it just above the top of the grass. To his amazement, when he pulled it back, the long tangles along the fence line were significantly shorter. He eyed the strimmer in awe. "Woooaah ..."

Trunks blushed slightly. He was so cute when he pulled that face -- it made him look like he was eight years old again. But he wasn't eight, he was eighteen, and he'd grown a lot since then. Fed up with looking exactly like his father, he had his wayward hair cut to a short, shaggy style, and he'd begun to attract the attention of many of the girls in their college class. For some reason, this thought made Trunks bristle. Just the thought of his Goten with anyone but him made him burn with anger, he didn't want to have to share his friend with anyone.

He shook his head to clear it, then turned the key and revved the engine of the lawnmower. It couldn't be that hard to use, he'd driven his mother's car before, it had to be similar. Putting his foot on the brake, he pushed down slowly on the accelerator and eased it forward, chugging slowly across the lawn. He snuck a peek behind him and saw Goten was now hovering off the ground pulling the strimmer along the fence line, slicing the grass far more quickly than just by walking.

Goten sung to himself as he worked, finding he was actually enjoying himself. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad afternoon, after all ...

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Goten flopped back on to the grass, panting as sweat trickled down his neck. "We ... we did it," he gasped, a small grin of triumph spreading across his features.

Trunks sat down next to him with a thud, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. "Finished ..." he breathed in relief. "A-- and ..." he looked at his watch, "in only three hours."

Closing his eyes, Goten let the small smile play on his lips as he rested. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the exertion and he breathed heavily, his silky black hair sticking to his face with sweat.

Trunks felt himself blushing as he watched his smaller twin catch his breath. He resisted the urge to rip off his clothes there and then and just have his wicked way with him --

He turned away as Goten opened an eye. "Now what ...?"

"Huh?" Trunks looked at him with a puzzled look, his thoughts interrupted.

Goten pushed himself up to a sitting position. "What are we going to do with all the grass?"

"Put it at the end of the garden. Gramps uses it for fuel," he explained, climbing to his feet. "Okay, shall we go?"

"Yeah," Goten grinned, taking Trunks' offered hand.

Trunks shivered at the spark of electricity as he felt Goten's smooth, warm hand take his. He felt himself blushing slightly at the contact.

Goten was oblivious, and headed over to the controls of the lawnmower. "Hey, Trunks," he asked, "can I drive it to the end of the garden?"

Trunks hesitated. "Um ... I think it'd be better if we left it here. We can carry the grass box between us."

"Okay," Goten agreed, helping Trunks unload the heaving box, both of them transporting it to the end of the garden with ease.

Dropping it with a thud, the prince began to fumble with the catch, trying to get the box open. However, it appeared to be stuck fast and refused to budge. Trunks was getting more and more frustrated by the second, and finally growled and stuck his hand out, aiming it at the lock.

"Trunks, wai--!"

There was a flash, a pop, a bang, a cloud of smoke and a shower of mown grass as Trunks obliterated the entire box.

Goten giggled as Trunks huffed from under the rain of foliage. "What are you grinning at?" he snarled through the blanket of green.

Goten sniggered and bit his lip. "Yo-- you look like Piccolo!" He exploded into giggles, pointing at Trunks and clutching his stomach.

The elder of the two pounced, pushing Goten to the ground. However, all thoughts of revenge were lost as he straddled the younger teen, feeling a deep blush colour his features. His embarrassment changed to horror as he realised this position was arousing him far more than he could hide and he leaped back, trying not to let it show.

Goten sat up, a confused look on his face. "Trunks, you okay?" The purple-haired boy nodded far too over-enthusiastically for Goten's liking. He padded over on all fours and leaned in close, feeling Trunks' hot breath on his own lips.

Trunks closed his eyes and tried desperately to will away the bulge in his pants. Oh God, this is a nightmare, he winced to himself. He risked opening an eye and almost jumped out of his skin as he saw Goten leaning centimetres away from his face, eyes shining over-brightly.

He didn't know why, but Goten was incredibly excited by this moment. His heart thumped in his chest as he locked eyes with Trunks, losing himself in the deep aqua pools. The thought had never crossed his mind before, but his best friend was extraordinarily attractive, obvious from the number of girls he constantly had following him around like lost puppies. Now though, he felt like the only thing he wanted in the whole world was to kiss him.

Before he had a chance though he found himself flat on his back with Trunks straddling his stomach, pulling off his open button-down shirt and throwing it to the side.

Trunks traced a gentle line down Goten's chest, eliciting an excited shiver from the darker boy. He leaned in close and hovered just above Goten's lips, seeing him close his eyes in anticipation. The kiss was slow and shallow, then became deeper as Trunks teased his tongue in between Goten's lips, exploring his mouth. Goten responded in kind, the both of them kissing frenziedly until they were forced to come up for air.

Panting slightly, Goten began to unbutton Trunks' shirt. Trunks raised an eyebrow.

"Goten ..." He saw the lust in his friend's eyes. "You sure?"

Goten leaned forwards and nipped playfully at Trunks' nose, kissing him lightly as he continued to unbutton his shirt, discarding the offensive material next to his own. His hands roamed over Trunks' muscular chest, tweaking his nipples cheekily. Trunks gasped as he was flipped onto his back suddenly and Goten began to nibble and suck on the hardened nubs. He couldn't suppress the squeak of pleasure as Goten left gentle kisses across his stomach, his tongue flicking as if Trunks were an ice cream that would melt unless he devoured it quickly.

Trunks had never seen Goten so dominating -- it was a whole new side of his friend that he didn't even know existed. Now, as he looked into those eyes he saw nothing but lust and wanting, the same emotions he'd been hiding for years for fear of rejection. And it aroused him beyond belief.

Pushing Goten back suddenly, Trunks leaned forward and kissed him hard. His darker partner sank into the embrace, stretching out his neck as the pale-haired prince nibbled his throat gently, then moaned as Trunks sank his teeth deep into the flesh just above his shoulder, suckling at the blood as it pooled and trickled down his shoulder.

As Trunks lapped at the wound, the smell of Goten's musky, coppery blood and the sweet taste aroused him even more, driving him wild with lust. And from the way the other teen was squirming underneath him, it was having a similar effect.

"Goten," he whispered, his voice thick with need.

The other nodded, understanding the unspoken words. He allowed Trunks to push him back against the soft grass, the sweet heady scent heightening his passion. Slowly, the pale-haired teen began to peel off his shorts and underwear, then took off his own. He leaned forward and kissed Goten again, both completely naked, side by side.

Goten blushed suddenly. "Um ... Trunks?"

"Mmm," he murmured, tracing the lines along Goten's stomach, smirking as his friend shivered next to him.

He pulled back slightly, looking embarrassed.

Trunks sat up. "What, Goten? What's wrong?"

"I ..." he paused and grinned, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't really know what to do."

The pale-haired teen laughed, remembering his best friend was still a virgin. "Don't worry," he reassured him. He pushed Goten backwards gently until he was straddled on top of him. Leaning forward, he snaked a trail of gentle kisses down his stomach, teasing him just above his need. He dipped downwards without warning and nipped the insides of his thighs, hearing his partner gasp and jerk suddenly.

"Oh God ..." he whispered. "Trunks ..."

Trunks smirked and slowly pulled Goten's legs apart, hooking one over his shoulder for more leverage. Then, leaning forward he gently flicked his tongue out to taste the head of Goten's arousal.

Goten grasped at the green around him, trying not to scream out loud as Trunks licked and teased his throbbing length, agonisingly slowly, seeming to enjoy watching him squirm. Suddenly he felt Trunks swallow him whole and his world faded into one of sheer pleasure. His hips bucked instinctively and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself as far into that warm, wet cavern as possible.

Trunks could feel Goten growing more and more excited beneath him, but gagged slightly as his hips bucked, forcing himself further into Trunks' mouth and hitting the back of his throat. Placing his hands on Goten's hips he restrained him gently, and resumed his play.

Trunks' mouth was warm and wet, and his tongue danced around him, licking and sucking slowly and quickly alternatively. Spots danced across Goten's vision as he tossed his head from side to side, unable to comprehend the extreme pleasure from this one act. He had pleasured himself before, but it was usually in the shower and over quickly -- this was infinitely more enjoyable. His fingers curled and uncurled in the sweet blades of cut grass, eyes half-lidded as he groaned and writhed under Trunks' expert administrations, never wanting this moment to end.

Trunks watched his dark-haired partner out of the corner of one eye and moved in for the kill. Swallowing as much of Goten as he could, he purred deep in his throat, sending the low vibrations coursing through his mate's entire body as he bobbed his head up and down. He saw him arch his back, mouth shaped in an "o" of pleasure as he orgasmed, waves of ecstasy rolling over him as he cried his fulfilment into the empty gardens. Trunks swallowed quickly, drinking him down until Goten's body went boneless and he slid back down into the grass.

Licking his lips, Trunks grimaced slightly at the bitter, salty taste. Not exactly unpleasant, but not something he had particularly enjoyed. However, seeing Goten curled up on the grass, a smile gracing his lips, breathing heavily as he purred his fulfilment, it had been worth it.

The younger saiyajin felt amazingly good. His head buzzed and his vision was still flecked with multi-coloured spots as he tried to get his breath back. Hazily, he felt Trunks lie on top of him and capture his mouth in a long, deep kiss. He simply lay there and let his mate do as he wished, he was a far better kisser than him anyway.

Trunks pressed himself into Goten's thigh, trying to alert him to his own need. He was rewarded with a gradual return to lucidity and a quizzical look from his smaller companion. He flipped him over onto his stomach with little effort and traced gentle kisses along his back, teasing his fingers along Goten's lips, gently pushing them into his mouth.

Dimly, Goten wondered just what Trunks was doing, but he didn't really care, sucking and playing with the things in his mouth. After a few seconds, Trunks pulled his fingers back out, slick with saliva.

Goten's eyes flashed open as he felt a burning pain, something probing him. He winced and gasped as Trunks' fingers stretched and explored inside him, something he hadn't been anticipating. And it hurt, it hurt like hell. He opened his mouth to protest but an unexpected jolt of pleasure skimmed over him.

Trunks realised he'd found what he was looking for as Goten grunted and shuddered. Moving slowly and deliberately, he thrust his fingers in and out gently, hitting that same spot over and over again. A long moan was drawn from Goten as he began to become aroused again.

Removing his fingers, Trunks lifted Goten's hips into his lap and placed himself at his entrance, trembling from excitement. He knew it would feel good for him, but he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt Goten too much. Pushing slowly, he thrust himself inside.

Oh God! Goten couldn't help the gargled scream that ripped itself from his throat as white-hot pain spread from the base of his spine outwards. Oh God oh God ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod ...

Trunks closed his eyes and struggled to restrain himself. It was so warm and tight -- it was all he could do to stop himself from just pounding for all he was worth. He opened his eyes and looked down to see a tear stream down Goten's cheek as he bit his lip in agony. He leaned forward, feeling Goten flinch again at the movement, nuzzling his cheek gently.

"It's okay, Goten. Hang in there ..." he whispered, one hand stroking his hair soothingly. "It'll feel better soon, I promise."

Through the pain, Goten could hear Trunks' voice, could feel his gentle touch. But it hurt so much ... how can you do this to me if you care about me? All the "gay" jokes at school, the teasing in the showers after PE ... this made him realise why they all made fun of it. He felt degraded and cheap, like a piece of meat. He bit back a sob.

Trunks felt the sob and felt his own heart breaking. He wanted to show Goten how much he loved him; instead he was hurting him. Reaching down, he tracked a feather light trail down his back until he found the spot he was looking for. Massaging his fingers deeply over Goten's tail spot, he felt the youth go stiff then relax slightly under his administrations. The ebony-haired teen moaned and a mixture of pain and pleasure flickered over his features.

He felt so confused. It hurt, but this felt ... good. Really good. Really really good. He felt himself getting hard again and found his hips rocking in time to Trunks' pulsing, his vision blurring from the sheer bliss. "Ttt-runksssss ..." he whimpered, nails raking the grass beneath him. He felt the lavender-haired boy push his fingers right into the scar and he arched back, crying out in a silent scream.

He barely noticed as Trunks began to rock his own hips, thrusting in and out slowly. Then he hit that spot, again and again, still massaging his tail spot. Goten groaned and rubbed his cheek against the soft ground beneath him, completely helpless as he gave in to Trunks.

Trunks couldn't hold back any longer and thrust himself further into Goten, pulling back and thrusting again. Oh God, it was amazing, the first time he'd ever felt pleasure like this. He'd been with several girls before, but none of them had made him feel like this. As his movements became more and more forceful, Goten's groans and cries grew too, until he was bucking his hips with him, the pleasure outweighing the pain.

The sight of Goten tossing his head and crying out in such ecstasy was something Trunks had fantasised about for far too long, and it was driving him crazy with desire. He looked down at Goten, clutching at the grass, eyes heavy-lidded with lust, moaning with every thrust. Trunks could feel himself losing the battle, his entire body was shaking as he tried valiantly to hang on as long as possible. His mind short-circuited as he climaxed, spots dancing across his vision as he howled his triumph, thrusting long and hard.

Goten could feel Trunks reaching finality, and that excited him even more. He was struggling just to keep breathing, he was so aroused. As the moment came, Trunks thrust in one more time and hit that spot hard, causing Goten to reach his peak simultaneously, roaring as he arched back. He felt a bolt of electricity shoot through his mind, spreading through his body, stroking every cell and nerve ending in his entire being as Trunks fell against him. A warm, comforting sensation followed it, and he felt a familiar presence in his mind.

Goten

"Mmm," he murmured, relishing the feeling of Trunks' silky hair ticking his ear.

Trunks smiled against him and shifted so he was spooned behind Goten, his arms around his dozing partner. He nuzzled his neck and lapped lazily at the bite mark on his neck.

I love you

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Bulma looked at her watch agitatedly and looked out of the window for the hundredth time that hour.

"Sit down, woman. You're annoying me," Vegeta barked from his meal.

She sighed and sat down opposite him, watching as he shovelled food into his mouth at a rate that would most likely choke any human. "They should have finished hours ago," she mused, playing with the rim of an empty soup bowl.

"Leave them be."

Her head snapped up. "What?"

"They're busy," he growled warningly.

"Well if they're still working on the garden maybe I should --"

Vegeta snickered and put down his chopsticks. "I really don't think they need your help with this one, woman."

She stared at him with a puzzled expression as he resumed his eat-a-thon, then shook her head, getting up to make another mug of coffee. She'd never understand Saiyajin ...

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THE END

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