Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Breath of Sorrow ❯ I Missed You Too ( Chapter 14 )

The air was different. When he breathed in, it wasn't thick with magic, and it didn't crackle around him when he moved his muscles or opened his eyes. And when he opened his eyes, his world changed. A beautiful rolling field spread out in front of him marked with flowers of yellow, red, and blue, and the tree line off to his right flew along the field like a line of beauty only marred by a few fallen branches and scorch marks from previous spars.

 

He knew this place. This field. Those mountains. The valley that spread out in a dead barren wasteland beyond the flowers. His deep onyx eyes opened to the light as a child would open his eyes after birth, and he blinked. The world felt strange to him, and he found it hard to make it to his feet. The breeze held the warmth of a summer in full swing, and it wasn't until he stood that he realized nothing was covering him. He raised his eyes to the sun, and a beautiful, nearly absent smile covered his full lips, and he laughed.

 

Vegeta's world stopped. That laugh. That bronzed skin. A long, sable tail that snapped behind him excitedly as if though he were a child looking on a new playground for the first time in his life. “K-Kakarot.” He whispered. He was frozen to his place next to Goten, his piercing dark eyes wide and full of amazement. The teenager that stood in front of them was lean, well muscled, and he crackled with power. In all of his years of knowing Goku, and fighting him, Vegeta had never seen him such a raw potential energy, and even as Goku's tail waved and swung behind him gently, it waved energy through the air like a lightening bolt that crashed to the ground.

 

Gohan was the first to break out of his reverie and grab the soft picnic blanket from Bra's arms and step up to his father. “Dad…” He threw the blanket over the teenager's shoulders, and Goku froze.

 

“Gohan?” He turned, and his handsome face lit into a happy smile that nearly broke Gohan to tears. “Gohan!” The teenager, a little shorter than Gohan, threw his arms around him, and grinned. “Long time, no see, son!” Gohan was shocked into speechlessness as Goku hugged him happily, letting his own ki flow around them in a quiet yellow cloud that seemed to neither threaten nor oppress. The power was so intoxicating that Gohan found himself weak at the knees for a few seconds after Goku released him, still sporting the goofy grin that he was so good at.

 

“Where's Pan?” Goku couldn't feel her signature, and Gohan's eyes flickered for a moment before he answered. They wouldn't tell him just yet. They would let him be happy for just this first, precious day back on earth, and then, they'd break it to him.

 

“She's not here. I'll tell you later.” Gohan promised. Goku shrugged.

 

“I don't guess you got my gui, did you?” Gohan held up a bag in answer and Goku grinned happily, dropping the blanket to everyone's dismay and quickly dawning his familiar orange, garish clothes. He frowned for a moment, examining the pants, and then with a smart rip, he opened a hole for his tail and slid them on. Gohan chuckled at his father's familiar innocence to the more sensitive things of life, and Goku just kept grinning as he turned to face the rest of the group.

 

Goku's smile disappeared as ChiChi left Bulma's arms, her whole body shaking. The tears that were unshed were real, and Goku found himself in shock. She was old, and much of the black hair that had hung so silkily around her face was now in streaks of white, and her skin was no longer smooth like it once had been . She was old, and he could tell by the scent of her that death was not far behind her, and he was sure that she could feel it nipping on her heels with every breath and step she took.

 

Goku stepped away from his son, and the world faded to nothing around him as he looked on his wife with the same eyes. This was the compassion of Goku. ChiChi was old and decrepit, and her body was no longer beautiful as it had been, but Goku didn't turn his eyes away from her, and not a single drop of disappointment shown into his deep, onyx gaze. Instead, his wide, muscular arms wrapped around her, and he whispered softly in her ear. “Hi, ChiChi. I've come home.”

 

She began to cry, and Goku held her gently, afraid to break the now frail shoulders of his wife. Gohan gently peeled her away from Goku, and held her as she cried more, and he smiled at his father. “Look.” He pointed to his right, and leaning against a rock nicely positioned in the field was a copy of Goku. The only difference were the deep russet eyes that reflected the light of the sun. His father stepped closer to him, and Goten straightened, his face unsmiling and stoic.

 

He had changed. He wasn't slender or slight of frame anymore, and the happy go lucky eyes were deep, emotional, and brooding. He was a physical copy of Goku, and yet, he was quite obviously different. “Goten?” Goku asked cautiously. He sought out the powerful ki that held Goten in its silent wake, and he worried because Goten was upset, he could feel it. More than that, he could feel the exponential growth of the power, and he felt his chest swell with pride at that accomplishment of his son as he went to stand in front of him. “Son!” With that single word, he was nearly toppled as his muscle bound son enveloped him in his arms.

 

“Dad!” The strangled cry was broken by a snort from behind Goku, and he looked up from Goten's shoulder across the field, his eyes widening in anticipation, and his life paused. Goten looked into his father's eyes and a smile graced his lips. His eyes flitted to the figure that stood behind Goku, and he then whispered only loud enough for Goku to hear. “He's waited for a long time, Dad. Don't disappoint him.” Goku found insurmountable maturity in that piece of advice and nodded as he broke the embrace and faced the object of his dreams.

 

He stood, the breeze lightly tousling the dark, ebony spikes that adorned his head, and the dark piercing eyes grew narrow as Goku approached him. He had dreamed of this moment, and yet, it had been so long in coming to him. Goku suddenly enveloped him in a back breaking hug, his excited cry carrying out over the field. “Vegeta!” Vegeta's eyes widened, and he nearly faltered as the familiar scent of Goku washed over him.

 

“BAKA!” He shoved him off and sent a strong punch into his face, making him go careening across the field much to everyone's dismay. With a snort of annoyance, he lifted into the air and left the group of people behind to find his own place of solitary confinement until the festivities were over. Goku only stood, and looking at the far away group of people in the field, he waved lightly and lifted into the air after his prince.

 

“Men.” Bulma griped.

 

****

 

The hillsides exploded in a rain of boulders, rocks, and dust and Goku felt himself hurled through the air. It didn't hurt yet, but even if it began to, it wouldn't matter. Vegeta was on him not two seconds after he'd stood up from the rubble, the beautiful gloves colliding with his face in a myriad of punches that eventually drew blood and even marked the pure white that encased royal hands. Goku remembered those gloves, and he loved them. They marked Vegeta for what he truly was, and even though he'd never say it, he respected Vegeta as a prince, and no one could convince him differently if they had tried.

 

Power crackled around Goku underneath the surface of his iron control, and Vegeta knew full well that release of that power meant the end of his abuse, but he didn't care. The idiot wouldn't know what to do with that power anyway. All he could see were the years gone by that crawled from his memories like a disease from the ooze of sickness, and he was angry. Nearly nine years of hell without a purpose and without the desire to fight. Now, he wanted to tell Goku so badly what his absence had done to him, but the only talking he was able to do was the dull crushing of his fists into a deliciously muscled body that refused to fight back.

 

Goku found himself hurled again, and he still didn't fight back against the barrage of anger coming from Vegeta. The words poured from the Prince's mouth as he beat Goku bloody, his piercing eyes angry and bitter. “BAKA!” He sent a powerful punch into the younger Saiya-jin's stomach, nearly making him vomit with the force, but still, he stood quietly, only blocking potentially fatal blows that could have ended his life with the force. “TEME!” His body was beginning to weaken underneath the force of Vegeta's blows, and soon, he would have to stop the crazed man, but for now, he took the punishment, giving Vegeta the only relief he had known in nearly a decade.

 

His skin broke open over his lip, and blood dribbled down his chin as Vegeta landed another powerful punch, making Goku nearly go to his knees in front of him. This was no spar. Vegeta was furious, and it showed as he ascended and began to beat on Goku again, fist after fist falling on hardened muscle and bone. He didn't understand why Goku wasn't fighting back, and it was infuriating him. Usually, the idiot would fight to the best of his ability, but right now, he was just blocking the dangerous punches and taking the rest.

 

He sent a bloodied Goku across the valley with a well landed roundhouse kick, and followed him with a ki blast that disintegrated the majority of Goku's top, and it hung on his shoulders in thin strops and tatters. He tried to move away from his spot, but he only found Vegeta over him with another kick that was aimed at his head. He deftly blocked it and stepped back from the blonde Saiya-jin prince, his onyx eyes reflecting no anger. Only compassion.

 

Vegeta raised a hand to slap Goku across the face, and the younger Saiya-jin didn't block it, and instead of feeling his anger appeased by the splatter of blood through the air, Vegeta was enraged. “Fight back, bastard!” He snarled angrily. Goku's eyes only softened further, and the enraged prince reacted by picking the teenager up and tossing him across the floor of the valley like a skipping rock on water. When Goku ended his journey across the barren valley with a mighty crash into a hillside, more debris fell down around him, and he blinked his eyes. He hadn't remembered that being beaten half to death hurt this much.

 

Goku stood to his feet shakily only to find a ki blast careening towards him which he promptly dodged. His tail greatly aided his balance as he rolled to the side, the furry appendage shooting out to the opposite side of his weight dispersion. The simple fact was that Goku could see in Vegeta's actions as if though he were reading a book, and it made him sad and compassionate at the same time. He was hurting. The great and mighty noble prince of the Saiya-jin race was seething with anger that was wrought from a very simple emotion that he had no idea on how expressing to his long lost lover. He just simply hurt.

 

Goku blinked, and his body was pressed against a rocky wall, the jagged rocks digging into his precious, bronze skin like a thousand tiny shards of glass, and he decided that it had been enough. Vegeta rose his hand for another bone shattering punch, his blonde hair waving slightly in the wind of his ki as he moved, and then, it stopped. His eyes widened as gentle eyes stared back him while a very dark haired Goku had stopped the punch of a full on ascended Saiya-jin without making a face or flinching. The true extent of his powers was displayed in not an aggressive move, but instead, in the gentlest block that Vegeta had ever witnessed.

 

Long, tapered fingers wrapped around the white clad fist, a tail wrapped around a jean clad, well muscled thigh, and onyx eyes looked up into shocked midnight black, and a hand raised, so gentle and caressing that there was no question that it was meant for the skin of someone it loved. It brushed across the unblemished smooth plane of Vegeta's cheek, and the fingers lightly pushed away a strand of thick, blonde hair, ending it's caress on Vegeta's neck where it curled up into the thick silk that made up his hairline.

 

Goku's bruised, bleeding lips parted, and he exhaled, power washing out over Vegeta so strong that he nearly felt himself weakened just by that single breath. It was then that he realized his folly. This Kakarot was different from the one he'd known before. The sheer power of Shin-ron seeped from his body as his ki tenderly flared up around them and enveloped Vegeta in a strange warmth that chased the rage from his bones. Goku gently brought the fist to his lips, and kissing it, he whispered the most powerful words Vegeta had ever heard.

 

“I missed you too.”

 

Vegeta's energy abruptly lowered, and he thought for just a split second of struggling, of showing the baka who the real prince was, but it fled his mind as that hand curled in his now thick, ebony hair pulled him closer to the bruised angelic face that held so much compassion that he felt himself undone, and the only inkling left of his rage was the quiet monster of power that swirled in the depths of his being. Now, it was silent, and it laid down under the onslaught of gentleness exuding from a creature so powerful, that the Earth itself shook when he stepped in anger.

 

There, in that place at that exact moment, everything was still. The animals stopped their fleeing from the barren wasteland of their precious valley, and the wind stopped breathing it's excruciatingly hot breath over the dusted rocks. Charcoal black eyes met onyx and softened. He could feel the baka's breath on his face like a delicious caress wrought with energy, and those beautiful, bloody lips brushed over his cheek before whispering soft words he couldn't understand with his mind but heard as a deafening scream in his heart.

 

The lips closed over his in the barest brush of skin upon bloody skin, and the valley suddenly exploded. Energy nearly blinding spread out from the two of them, but the two dark headed men in the center of the whirlwind didn't seem to notice that the ground was breaking apart around them as the kiss deepened, and Vegeta lost control of his energy. He ascended, and Goku quickly followed, his tongue tangling with his prince's in a full on battle of dominance that neither was winning.

 

Goku levitated slightly with Vegeta's fingers clinging to his shoulders, and he pressed back and then forward, slamming Vegeta back first into the nearest cliff he could find, the rocks coming down around them in a rockslide as they continued the kiss. It turned brutal, and suddenly, Vegeta was aware of a change that seemed to shock him to his deepest core. Goku let up slightly, and allowed his prince to rule over the kiss, his smooth tongue gliding over Goku's own with increased intensity until his own world was spinning dangerously out of control.

 

The first rip of fabric brought Vegeta out of his strange drunken state, and he looked down as beautiful hands left his neck and face to trail down the beautiful expanse of his chest, stopping at the neckline of his black shirt and ripping it open with minimal effort. He gasped as those same hands barely brushed over the perfect silk of his skin, and when one hand found that spot right above his waist line that drove him crazy when it was squeezed just right, he realized that this…THIS was Kakarot. The depths of longing called to him, and he gave in with a sudden scream into the air, whirling and shoving Goku against the very flat surface that his back had just been warming.

 

“Enough!” He snapped at Goku. His hands went to the tail, nearly making Goku buckle in the loss of his power, but he didn't let fear slide into him. The onyx eyes widened in shock for just a moment before understanding slid into them, followed by the heated lust that Vegeta had missed for so long. Yes, this was Kakarot, and no amount of sex with another man who looked like him would remove the sheer bliss of being with Kakarot himself. The orange gui shredded in his hands along with the royal purple shirt underneath it, the white gloves suddenly hated for preventing Vegeta from feeling the beautiful expanse of golden skin that stretched over thick muscles.

 

Vegeta snarled as he ripped them off of his hands, hungry…ravenous for the flesh that law out before him. His lips and teeth met the flat plane of Goku's heaving chest, and the soft moan that poured from the lips of his most hated rival and most desired lover sent the blood boiling in Vegeta's veins as if though he'd stepped into the sun itself. He began to talk against the skin as he marred it further with his teeth, leaving marks in places that used to be his.

 

“They told me to move on.” He growled. He released the sable tail, and it slowly waved behind Goku before falling quietly against the rock, twitching with pleasure. Goku buried his hand in the prince's blonde hair. “They told me you'd never come back.” He bit a nipple roughly, and the man beneath him arched into the bite, whimpering in pleasure. “They told me that I had to try to find another purpose.” The delicate hands that had borne the white gloves with such power glided over bronzed silk as if though it were the last thing he'd ever touch. “And I tried.” His hands glided to the orange pants that flowed around the long, muscled legs, and with a strong thrust of force, the ripped away from Goku's hips. “I tried to forget.” Goku gasped as those hands ghosted over his arousal. “But I just can't.”

 

Goku felt his hands restrained above his head by a soft palm with long fingers that interlocked with his, allowing him to squeeze his pleasure into them as the other hand traced the veins that wrapped around his erection in a show of strange power and sexual prowess that had Vegeta's breath catching in his lungs. “So many voices in my head telling me that you wouldn't care enough to come back. But it didn't matter… I hated you. I hated you enough to want to bring you back so that I could beat the hell out of you, Kakarot.” His stiffened for a moment at the implied threat, his tail suddenly agitated with his moves, but it was calmed by the prince's next move.

 

When the delicate fingers wrapped around the heat that he'd claimed so many times, the body beneath it arched, and a high, keening wail escaped the teenager, echoing across the valley in a show of complete pleasure and submission. The onyx eyes shut to the pleasure and clenched tight, almost as if though it hurt. Vegeta stroked, and Goku strained, his brow breaking out in the sweat that the ki had erased from his skin. His chest heaved and his legs shivered, the tatters of his pants falling down around his calves and boots while other shreds hung at the waist band that hadn't been completely torn away.

 

“Vegeta…” The name of his prince pouring off his lips had the prince moving his hand faster against his lover, and the long fingers that he had trapped with his hand curled around his own, nearly painfully. Vegeta's breath ghosted over the shoulder of Goku, and the sharp canines pierced the flesh of his trapezium in dominance, and even though he could feel the energy flow into him and overwhelm his senses, Goku didn't fight back. He only whispered Vegeta's name into the hot air of the valley. “Vegeta…tell me what you mean…”

 

“Baka. How can I tell you when you won't even look at me when I touch you?” Goku's deep eyes opened, and he found himself facing the most beautiful face he'd ever seen, full of anger, lust, and something else that stopped him breathing out. Vegeta looked on him as a man would look on a paradise of beauty untouched by man, with almost a childish wonder and amazement. And Goku knew what Vegeta meant.

 

Vegeta stroked harder and Goku screamed out, pleasure ripping through the young body that he was too old to have. He bucked his hips against the pleasure, and Vegeta pressed his hand to his hips, releasing Goku's arms. This long, beautiful muscle clad arms immediately went to Vegeta's pants, and instead of ripping them as he had done the shirt, he unbuttoned them shakily, pulling the buttons of the fly away, making him nearly smile in reverie. The prince hated zippers.

 

The pants were peeled away with a minimal effort from both, and all Goku could remember was that hot flesh inside of his mouth, and not waiting for Vegeta to finish the perfect torture he was reeking on his body. Goku slid to his knees there in the valley, his tail curling behind him on the ground, and before Vegeta could rip him up from the ground, his full lips had engulfed the most intimate part of his prince, making him suddenly release a roar or pleasure that scattered the birds from any trees mercifully left in the valley of rage. Goku's tongue swiped over the head, and then, it pressed into a small indention on the underside of Vegeta's cock, that marked the beginning of the smooth skin of the shaft.

 

Only Kakarot knew that. He was the only one that knew that one spot that drove him insane, and he hit it again and again, his lips passing over the turgid flesh with wet strokes that had Vegeta groaning, and the rolling planes of his back straining and arching as he offered himself to the only being that he could ever trust with his life. While Goku gave him pleasure, it mildly occurred to Vegeta in his lust filled mind that this was he'd been waiting for. Nine, misery filled years of no purpose, and now his purpose was kneeling in front of him, turning his life inside out with pleasure.

 

As he sucked on Vegeta's cock, Goku could think of no where else he wanted to be. He briefly thought of ChiChi and his sons, probably missing him back at the picnic site, and he knew that Bulma was probably pissed, but one moan from those delicious lips above him, and those thoughts faded into his one purpose on his knees. He gave Vegeta the same pleasure that he had always wanted and never received. It didn't matter. He didn't matter as long as his prince was happy. That was what he lived for. That was HIS purpose.

 

Goku pulled back from Vegeta, and he looked up with those hauntingly deep eyes and ran a hand down the muscle bound right arm that gracefully sloped up onto a pale shoulder, and he took the connected hand and pressed two fingers into his mouth, his tongue licking over the tips softly before them being withdrawn. He stood to his full height, his youthful frame still slightly smaller than Vegeta, secretly delighting the prince in amusement. The moistened fingers trailed down Goku's nearly painful arousal, and then, with no preamble, Vegeta roughly found the entrance to the beautiful body in front of him and forced them in, eliciting a cry of pleasure mixed with pain that nearly shattered Vegeta's resolve. The long, deft furry appendage so oddly connected to Goku's body, wrapped itself around an arm lightly, stroking and twitching warmly on its own, nearly driving Vegeta crazy with the movements.

 

Goku arched and pressed his hips down onto those fingers, and he suddenly issued a hoarse cry of pleasure as they brushed upon a small nub of flesh inside of him that sent ecstasy careening through his body like a freight train. Vegeta had never lost his touch, obviously. He still knew Goku's body better than Goku himself did. He whispered Vegeta's name into the air again, and the prince answered by forcing Goku's legs apart. With a curt, abrupt movement, Vegeta raised one leg, bent at the knee, Goku's own leg draped over his thigh, and the prince slammed his knee into the rock, neatly embedding it into the earth so that Goku was spread wide to him, held open by his leg being pulled to the side.

 

Vegeta continued forcing his fingers into that tight body, and a sudden thought occurred to him. That stupid idiot Pilaf had wished Goku back to a child, and then, inside of Shin-ron's world, Goku had grown to a teenager with no outside contact. That meant…”Kakarot, baka. Are you still a virgin?” He purred with a sudden satisfaction. Goku's eyes suddenly snapped open, and the shocked look on his young face confirmed the fact much to Vegeta's sudden delight. He had wondered what it would have been like to be Goku's first. Now, he would know.

 

Suddenly, he strained on the bent knee embedded on the rock and lifted himself and his other leg with Goku's draped over that thigh as well and slammed it into the rock, effective pinning Goku against the rock, straddling Vegeta's waist. The prince pulled his fingers from the tight heat, and his hands went to the slender, well shaped hips that tantalizingly moved in front of him, and words spilled from his mouth as he lifted Goku with his strength. “Stupid, Kakarot. Thinking no one would miss your presence.” With those harsh, yet oddly gentle words, he pushed himself up into the quivering body straddling his lap, and Goku screamed.

 

With his arms around Vegeta's neck, he leaned forward, and the bruised lips met the prince's in a heated kiss that had both of them gasping into their mouths, each seeking warmth there as their bodies connected and spread heat through their blood. Goku was bloodied, cut, and bruised, and Vegeta was without blemish, moving his young lover against him heatedly, each thrust and fall of slender hips eliciting gasps, growls, and groans of pleasure.

 

Goku finally spoke, his lips parting with gasping breaths as his ki began to flare out again, stronger, thicker, and more dangerous. “I know. I figured it out.” He gasped. Vegeta raised his hips again, and he could feel blood oozing from his hole, but it only aided the thrusting, and even the pain hadn't diminished the pure, simple pleasure of just the familiarity of Vegeta's arms, scent, and his piercing gaze. “I figured out why we can't live without each other…”

 

Vegeta let loose a sudden deep, strained chuckle as he raised Goku. “What is it, baka, that would tell me now?”

 

Goku cried out as Vegeta flexed his buttocks against his thrust down, hitting the precious spot inside of him that sent him to heaven. “We're just like black and white!” Vegeta's eyes closed. Damn him if the baka hadn't figured it out. He flexed powerfully against his knee-holds in the rock, making Goku scream out again in pleasure. “Hero and enemy…” He panted and reached between them and grabbed a hold of his own arousal and began to stroke it in time with the punishing thrusts, and he shouted out again as his climax coiled tightly in his belly and threatened him to release before he wanted to. “…lust and lover.” Vegeta nearly howled in pleasure as the tight muscles of his beloved enemy clamped around him. “We were meant for this.”

 

Goku's voice carried out into the valley as he came, his semen splashing across his hand, and Vegeta's stomach in white arcs of pleasure. His ki made the hill rumble and the dust fly off the ground, and he briefly wondered if his sons could feel it. If Pan knew. His world spun beneath him, and mildly, in the back of his misty mind, he heard Vegeta scream out and lean forward into him, and by the telltale power of the ki that flared out from him and destroyed the rocks around them, dropping Vegeta and Goku to the pile of rubble, it had been amazing.

 

Vegeta gasped from his position over Goku's body, and he suddenly chuckled. “I'll never find my pants in this mess.” Goku answered with the laugh that Vegeta had once hated, but now, it poured over his senses like a band aid to some hidden wound that Vegeta wasn't aware he had. The younger Saiya-jin's arms went around Vegeta's shoulders for a moment, and he met the older man's lips with his own before pulling back.

 

“I don't think pants are going to help. Trunk and Goten have been watching the entire time.” The characteristic roar came from Vegeta's lips and echoed off the valley walls.

 

“WHAT?!”

 

****

 

It had been a spectator's sport almost. Trunks had found Goten staring intently as Vegeta had tossed Goku across the valley floor like a rag doll, and he's done nothing to help. Trunks lighted next to him, and the younger Son hadn't even looked once at him through the entire beating that Vegeta mercilessly cursed Goku with. When the beating had turned sexual, at the reddening blush that spread across his cheeks, Trunks had wanted to leave, but when he'd glanced over at Goten, the young hadn't even flinched at the blatant sexuality pouring out of the two Saiya-jins.

 

Trunks had almost found it odd…the intense gaze that Goten cast upon the valley, watching his own father strain against his former lover in a battle of seme and uke. The young prince had wanted to leave…but as he followed Goten's gaze, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the magnificent sight before him. Even as power had poured out of the two men in heated moans and gasps, he couldn't bring himself to look away. It was like a strangely beautiful war that everyone loathed but couldn't turn their eyes away from.

 

At the roar exploding from Vegeta's mouth after the mountainside exploded, Goten finally shifted from his motionless stance and rolled his eyes. “I guess your dad told him.” Trunks remarked dryly as Goten moved against the rock next to him. Goten loved this peak. From its zenith, he could see the whole valley clearly, and the moment Vegeta and Goku had disappeared, curiosity bested him, and of course, Trunks came soon after. Goten had expect to be furious with the act of blatant sexuality and rage, but the more he watched the scene unfold from his peak, he found a strange emotion steal into him.

 

In the act of watching Vegeta and his father in the midst of letting go of their sexual frustration, Goten had found himself hotly aroused. This was what his father was like in the flesh? The strange obsession of the elusive hero began to seep its way back into his young heart, and he found himself wondering more and more what it would be like to be against that wall, impaled by his father's cock, moving up and down against his solid body…

 

“Yeah, I guess. He's pretty good at picking up ki signatures.” Goten mentioned dryly. Trunks turned his face to his friend, the wind rustling the silken long hair, the satin strands reflecting the light in strange beauty that caught Goten's eye. The chocolate eyes turned to face into azure, and a brilliant smile covered Trunk's face. Goten was shocked into silence by the sudden gentleness that exuded from the deep blue depths of his friend's gaze, and he blinked.

 

“So, uh, wanna go to the club tonight, and uh, give the lovebirds some time to themselves?” He asked. Goten blinked again. What? The club? That's right! Tonight was club night.

 

“Yeah…that sounds great.” He shifted uncomfortably for a minute, cursing his own state at the moment, hoping Trunks wouldn't notice. No such luck. Even in the wind, he could smell Goten's sweet arousal, and it wrapped around him like a blanket of comfort. Goten looked away to the two men that flew away from the valley, one chasing the other. He brushed his black pants off and looked up to Trunks, and his eyes absently caught a bulge that told of the same predicament.

 

Trunks didn't seem worried about it, and he turned to Goten, raising an eyebrow. “See you there.” He flew up into the air, and halted a few hundred feet away, making Goten pause his reverie. Trunks turned, and just as quickly, flew back to Goten, his face ending up only a few inches from his own. “I rented a VIP room.” He whispered softly. With those words, he stole a quick, nearly intangible kiss, and flew off into the zenith of the sky and then over the valley in a purple cloud of ki that had Goten smiling against the sun.