Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Perfect ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or anything like that.

Pairings: Trunks/Goten

Warnings: Rape

For Joey

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Rolling, and throwing, consoling
Everything that goes this far
Joking and hoping, revolting
All that shit that's who you are
Holding, and scolding, revolving
Peel it back, reveal the scar.
Loathing, exploding, controlling
This is what you really are.

--Blame, Korn

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Perfect

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Handsome. Rich. Powerful. Charming. Influential. Brilliant. Perfect.

That's how everyone describes me. Because that's who I am. My name is Trunks Briefs and I am perfect.

Some people may think you need to make a lot of sacrifices to be perfect. But that's not the important part. It doesn't matter what I do to maintain my facade as long as it is the very image of perfection. As long they all think I'm perfect then I will sacrifice whatever I have to. Even if it means sacrificing myself or those around me.

Because who am I if I'm not perfect?

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"Trunks! I need these reports finished by two o'clock!" A frazzled Bulma shouted as she burst into his office waving a thick file at him.

The young heir to the richest company in the world smiled coolly at his mother before walking over to take the file from her shaking hands. Putting an arm around her shoulder, he gave her a small squeeze and a quick peck on the cheek to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll have it done in time, don't worry about it anymore," he said as he flashed her his winning grin.

Breathing a deep sigh of relief and hugging him back, Bulma smiled, confident that her son could get the job done.

"Thanks, Trunks. I'm so glad I have someone like you that I can depend on for such important things!" She said happily as she disappeared from the office as quickly as she had appeared.

Sitting back down at his large, mahogany desk, Trunks opened the file and started scanning over the reports. Shaking his head in disappointment, he saw that it was just a standard merger with another company. Nothing to get that worked up over. Settling down in his comfy chair, he finished it with ease.

Sighing and putting his hands behind his head, he kicked his legs up on the desk and relaxed. Another boring day at the office. They all acted like running a business this size was so hard. But it wasn't really. It was all in a day's work for the cool twenty-two year old.

Reaching into a bottom drawer of his desk, Trunks chuckled in bemusement as he remembered the frantic look on his mother's face. Pulling out a small scrap of foil and a square, wooden box, he wondered why they got upset over the tiniest of problems. They shouldn't worry as long as they had Trunks around. He could take care of everything. He was perfect after all.

Whistling a carefree tune, he flattened out the foil on the desk and opened the box. Carefully spooning a tiny amount of the white powder inside the box onto the foil, he arranged it into a small coil pattern. Using a small spark of his ki, he lit the powder and began to inhale the smoke deeply.

Once all of the heroin was burned, he quickly rolled up the foil and threw it in the trash. He felt a small lurch in his stomach, but not enough to make him vomit this time. Once the wave of nausea passed, he sprawled out in his black leather chair and grinned. Feeling blissfully sated for the moment, Trunks suddenly decided to simply take the rest of the day off. They could manage without him, and even if they couldn't the demi-Saiyan was too high to care.

Leaving the file his mother had rushed to him laying on the desk, Trunks opened the large window in his office and hopped out. It took a few more seconds than normal for his flight to get under control, but he managed to take off before hitting the ground this time. Flying a little erratically, he made his way to the window of his bedroom and inside.

Suddenly very hot, he pulled off all his clothing and laid down on his plush bed. Grinning like a maniac, he began to chuckle. His chuckle soon escalated into boisterous laughter. Soon his eyes were watering and he had to hold his sides from laughing so much. He wasn't sure what was so funny, but that made it all the funnier. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Trunks sat up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

He heard the door open and his young sister came in wearily. Eyeing him strangely she asked, "What's so funny? I heard you all the way down in my room. Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Walking further into the room, but never far from the door, Bra watched her brother with suspicion.

Trunks leered at the little girl and winked. "I don't have to work all the time. I deserve some time to play, too." However, his demeanor quickly changed and he narrowed his icy blue eyes at her. "If you tell Mom, I'll hurt you worse than last time," he warned threateningly.

Bra's eyes widened and she moved farther away from him. She wasn't going to tell on him. Not after last time. Not after he had broken her arm to keep her from telling on him and then used a senzu bean to cover it up. No, Bra wouldn't tell on him.

Sensing the fear in the small child, Trunks smirked knowingly-making him look eerily like his father. "That's a good girl, Bra. Now why don't you go play with your dolls or whatever it is you do."

Nodding silently, the youngest Briefs turned and fled, blue pigtails waving behind her. Snickering at the sight, Trunks stood and made his way to his lavish bathroom. Absently smoothing his fingers over the scars on his chest, Trunks turned on the shower and set the water temperature as low as it would go.

Stepping into the freezing spray, Trunks shuddered in pleasure as the chilly water bit into his skin, alternately painful and delightful. He stood motionless under the showerhead, taking gasps of breath as his body strove to fight off the coldness. Most people would have jumped out with a shriek, but to Trunks this kind of self-torture was bliss.

Trunks' muscles began to spasm from the onslaught of the artic wetness and he was forced to his knees. Skin tingeing a pale color that was far from healthy, Trunks finally reached up and turned the water as hot as it would go. Gasping in pain as the instantly scalding water hit his frozen skin, Trunks grit his teeth against the burning pain.

Digging his fingers into the slick tiles of the shower floor, Trunks fought back the urge to howl at the lancing waves of boiling heat. Every drop of the water felt like brimstone pounding against his back, searing away his skin. Just as he thought his body would melt away under the high-powered spray, Trunks quickly turned the water completely off and collapsed to the floor panting.

Once he got his erratic breathing back under control, he grinned wildly. Rolling over on his back, he winced at the feel of hard tile against sore skin. Staring up at the ceiling, he gave a contented sigh and chuckled. Thanks to the very powerful shower systems in Capsule Corporation, the water could go from freezing to boiling in seconds, allowing Trunks to indulge himself in the pain. `Thanks for the helping hand, Mom,' he thought with a snicker.

Gazing around the rest of his bathroom, his eyes came to rest on his other favorite toy. Running his fingers along the raised scars that ran across his pale chest again, he shakily reached up to the small shelve built into his shower and plucked off his razor. Turning it over in his hand, he smiled at the gleaming blade. The shining chrome object was beautiful to behold, truly a perfect creation.

Experimentally dragging the sharp blade across his upper arm, Trunks nodded his approval at the fine incision it left. He was temporarily mesmerized by the way his crimson blood filled the cut and spilled over the side, trickling down his arm in intricate rivulets that would converge and then split randomly.

Resting his head back on the wet tile and closing his eyes with a sigh, the demi-Saiyan began to trace over the large scars on his chest. A straight slice, a round curve, three more straight cuts-he didn't need to look at what he was doing to make sure he hit the right places. He had traced the same pattern over and over so many times that his hand automatically knew every carving, every twist of the wrist.

Smiling as he felt the blood caress his bare chest, Trunks ran one of his fingers through the sticky substance and slowly licked it off, delighting in the sweet taste of his own life-essence. Reaching back behind him, Trunks turned the shower an at a medium temperature. A sharp hiss escaped his lips as he felt the water hit his slashed skin. He let the water run for a few seconds to wash away the blood and then turned it back off.

Rising from the shower floor and walking to the large vanity mirror, Trunks inspected his handiwork with a smirk. `Flawless as usual. It's perfect!' Snickering at his own joke, Trunks dried himself off and walked back into his bedroom to flop down on the bed and wait for the blood to clot. Running a hand through his drenched lavender locks, Trunks decided it was dry enough to get something to eat.

Getting dressed and making sure to wear a black shirt that would hide his handiwork, Trunks made his way through the expansive building to the huge family kitchen. There he saw his father steadily devouring a large plate of sandwiches. Nodding politely at the frowning Saiyan to signal he wouldn't take any of the sandwiches, Trunks opened the refrigerator and began to dig through it looking for something edible.

Pulling out a couple dishes of leftovers, Trunks spent a few minutes organizing a large meal for himself. Sitting down at the table across from Vegeta, he smiled at the older man. "Good morning, Father. How are you?" He asked before beginning to eat, not really expecting an answer.

As usual, the surly Prince only snorted in reply, not even bothering to stop eating. Not used to seeing his son at this time, however, Vegeta glanced at the clock before eyeing the demi-Saiyan suspiciously. "Why are you here so early?" He asked gruffly.

"Mom gave me the afternoon off," Trunks lied smoothly with a smile.

Unconvinced, Vegeta crossed his arms and glared at his son. He could smell blood on his son and he noticed the few wet spots where the black shirt clung to Trunks' chest. The sweet-sounding lies didn't escape Vegeta's notice either. "Been cutting yourself again?"

Trunks' outer appearance didn't slip at all, even though he was panicking in his mind. "What are you talking about?" He asked easily, taking a bite of a buttered roll.

"Don't try to play your little mind games with me, whelp. I can smell your own blood on you." Vegeta said in a threatening tone.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Trunks answered with a sigh. "I just accidentally stepped on my razor and cut myself. It's no big deal."

"Did you accidentally fall on your razor to get those scars on your chest?" Vegeta asked with a raised eyebrow. "Being a Saiyan, a small cut like that shouldn't leave a scar. You must have had to fall on your razor a lot of times."

Trunks visibly balked at his father's accusation. `How did he see it?! When? Did he tell anybody?!' Panic began to spread through Trunks' mind at the thought of his perfect image being shattered. "I don't know what you're talking about. There's no scars on my chest," he said rather shakily.

"So then you have no objections to proving it to me?" The Prince said with a smirk and a gleam in his obsidian eyes. Leaning back in his chair, Vegeta made himself comfortable while he waited for an answer from the boy who was fighting hard not to show the panic running rampant through his mind.

Trunks ran his fingers through his long, soft hair, a nervous habit, before crossing his arms over his chest much like Vegeta had. "I don't have to prove anything." And with that simple statement he turned and exited the room calmly. Once he was out of sight however, the young businessman fled in a state of alarm. `He knows! He knows about it! What if he tells someone?! What if they all find out?! What will they think of me? Will they still look at me as the perfect model? What will I do?!'

Racing out the front doors of the large complex and taking to the skies, Trunks flew as quickly as he could to get away from Capsule Corporation. He wasn't really paying attention to the direction he was going, but before he knew it, Trunks was standing in front of Goten's house. His mind reeling, he walked around to the back of the small cottage, where he had sensed his friend.

He watched as his younger friend went through a relaxed training routine-not really put much effort into the exercise. Goten hadn't noticed him yet, but that was unsurprising since the black-haired boy usually only focused on one thing and ignored everything else. Raising his ki a little, he smirked as the Son boy finally noticed him.

"T-Trunks! What are you doing here?" Goten asked, trying to keep the surprise and nervousness out of his voice. Stopping his movements, the young demi-Saiyan shifted uneasily on his feet. If the look in his friend's eyes were any indication, Trunks had only come for one thing. One thing Goten did not want to give him.

"Can't a guy come visit his best friend?" Trunks said with a seductive timbre as he advanced on Goten. Slowly pulling the black shirt over his head, he watched in amusement as Goten's eyes went wide with revulsion and he covered his mouth. Tracing fingers lightly over the newly healed scars, Trunks grinned at the frightened look in his friend's dark eyes.

"No...no..." Goten whispered, too afraid to speak louder as he read the word carved into Trunks' pale skin. Knowing he had to get away, had to escape, Goten took off with a burst of speed away from Trunks-away from the monster. Fright clouded his mind and he flew blindly away from his house, careening through the sky as hastily as he could. It didn't matter where he was going-all that mattered was getting away.

Trunks narrowed his eyes as he watched Goten try to flee. Shaking his head in disappointment, Trunks took to the sky and rocketed off after the other boy. Not wanting to waste time in a pointless game of chase, he promptly powered up to Super Saiyan and quickly overtook Goten. Grabbing a well-toned leg, Trunks spun the panicked boy in a circle a few times before hurling him to the ground.

Goten crashed to the earth with enough force to cause the ground to crumble beneath him. Before he had a chance to move or even catch his breath there was an irritated Trunks atop him. He felt strong hands restraining him, pressing his shoulders roughly into the dirt. Looking up through cracked eyelids, Goten recognized the wild look in the other demi-Saiyan's eyes-the same look that was always there when this happened.

"You should know better than to run, Goten," Trunks sneered as he ripped off the trapped boy's flimsy shirt. "You know you can't escape me. And I don't know why you would want to, I'm perfect after all! Isn't that right, Goten?!" He asked as he pressed down harder on the other boy, causing the crater around them to shift and deepen.

Glaring up with defiant eyes, Goten snarled at his captor, feeling brave even though he knew it would get him punished. "I don't want to be perfect if it means I have to be like you!" The youngest Son spat at Trunks.

Growling furiously, Trunks backhanded Goten, splitting his lip and bruising his cheek. "I AM perfect! EVERYONE wants to be like me! I'll show you!" Trunks yelled as he quickly ripped off their remaining clothing. Flipping the weaker boy onto his hands and knees, Trunks slapped Goten's ass hard, leaving a red whelp where his hand had connected.

Goten flinched when he felt the blow, he was certain there would be a large bruise there for a couple days afterwards. However, the small throbbing was soon eclipsed by a searing pain that ripped through his whole body. Screaming in agony and clenching his fists in the dirt, he fought to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes.

Trunks had not given him any preparation, instead opting to thrust deep inside him dry. Goten gasped for breath as Trunks didn't pause to let him adjust either. Sharp fingernails dug into his smooth skin, gaining a hold to let the light-haired boy drive in deeper and rougher.

Trunks growled with pleasure as he felt soft skin tear around his swollen cock. Pounding hard into the overwhelming tightness, he felt blood begin to lubricate his movements. Hissing in gratification as the sticky liquid flowed around him and down tanned thighs, Trunks sped up his already breathtaking pace. "Isn't this how you like it, Goten? Isn't this perfect? Isn't it?!"

Too busy choking down his cries of pain, Goten didn't have the strength to answer. His mind swarmed with the pain, it felt as though his whole body was on fire. Each hard thrust from Trunks would blind him and send a jolt of pain up his spine. Shaking his head in desperation, he could only pray to Kami that it would be over soon.

Displeased with Goten's lack of response, Trunks grabbed a handful of the black, silky hair and wrenched his partner's head back. "ANSWER ME!" He screamed, tightening his hold and pulling Goten's neck at a painful angle. Ramming hard into the slick heat, Trunks panted as the incredible sensations washed over his heated body.

Too tired and broken to resist any longer, Goten chocked out the words in a raspy voice, "Y-Yes...P-Per...fect!" Tears running down his face and blood running down his thighs, Goten would have collapsed in pain if it wasn't for the hand harshly holding him up by his hair. His arms and legs quivered from the overload of torture his body was being put through.

Shuddering in pleasure as he heard the confirmation, Trunks howled in ecstasy as he came inside the tight ass. Running his fingers through the mixture of blood and semen dripping down Goten's thighs, he slowly licked it off with a grin. Pulling out slowly and standing, Trunks looked down at the crumpled boy with a sneer. "I told you I was perfect, didn't I? And now you know. You admitted it yourself. You always do, Goten."

Turning to walk away, he left the trembling boy alone in the dirt. He didn't need Goten any longer now. His perfection had already been confirmed. Smirking in satisfaction, he again swept his long fingers over the seven letters on his chest.

"Perfect. Because that's who I am."

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Owari