Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Little Warriors All Grown up ❯ Enough ( Chapter 19 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: DBZ and its characters belong to Akira Toriyama!
Except for Madam Crab and Lizzie... I guess they're made by me?

All I can say is... Shizz just got real for Goten!

~-Z-~

Two and a half weeks later Goten was sighing as he looked outside the window. The sun was setting over a city he didn't know. Lights started flickering on and filling the landscape with what it looks like millions of stars.

He was starting to get tired of the travelling. Even though he wanted some adventure and mucking around; he thought maybe it was a bit too much. He was currently in South city delivering a few packages. Bulma had planned for him to stay in the city for two nights to look around.

When he delivered a package earlier on to a very strange woman named 'Madame Crab,' he was invited to attend some thermal pools just outside of South City. He would have said no but the lady kept on pushing him into it. Soon he just gave in and decided he'll try it. He's never attended a thermal spa before, so why not try it, especially since she's paying.

He placed his hand against the glass window, staring at the little lights. He was starting to miss staying home. The last two weeks he barely saw Trunks. They would speak, but not as much as he had hoped. Goten would cook them dinner and they'd play some consol games while filling the apartment with laughter and music. Out of the two weeks that had passed, he could only count a total of 4 nights that he had spent with Trunks. It wasn't until he was about to leave for this short trip that Trunks had stopped him in his tracks.

"I want you to listen to this when you have time." Trunks had told him as he handed him a small card that would be inserted into a laptop.

"We can then both sort this out together," he said one last time, giving his younger friend a hug and a kiss on the lips. Goten had blushed and stumbled down the stairs as he left capsule corp.

Along with barely seeing Trunks, the times they did spend together involved a lot more physical contact but not enough talk of the future. Out of nowhere when Goten had come home after a long trip Trunks had slightly changed his manner. Goten had let it pass as 'we're finally getting somewhere' at the time. The more he thought about it the more eager he was to return home and spend some quality time with Trunks. –Was this how a relationship was? Spending time with each other? Working together? Sharing affection? Even if we're busy, we still some-what care for one another? It must be. - He thought.

He rubbed his eyes and eyed the clock that was on the bedside table. It was time to head out and meet with Madam Crab.

-Z-

"Oh! It's so good to see you were able to come along Goten!" The lady screeched as she spotted Goten. Goten had just smiled politely as the oversized and short lady shook his hand.

Bulma had explained that Madam Crab was one of her favourite customers only because they could milk the daylights out of her. Madam Crab had a lot of money which could easily be spent. Although Bulma also said that Madam Crab mainly only ever bought the clothing lines and the odd car, but even that cashed in a lot of money.

"I want you to meet my daughter Lizzie," she introduced Goten to a petit girl. She smirked when she saw Goten.

"Nice to meet you," she greeted while shaking Goten's hand.

"Hey!" Goten beamed.

Goten had to admit she did look pretty attractive. She had none of her mother's flaws even though she had her mother's red hair and green eyes, and their bodies were the total opposites. Lizzie was in good shape and seemed to have a better clothing sense than her mother.

"Come now, there's much to show you!" Madam Crab chuckled as they entered the tall building.

Goten could smell sulphur, salt and chlorine as they stood in the lobby. Through one set of glass doors he could see children playing and swimming in a huge pool and in the distance he could see water slides. He instantly got excited. He would have to remember this place's name and bring Trunks sometime. It looked like fun! Through another set of doors he saw a more adult-themed area. He could tell there was no chlorine smell coming from those doors as someone walked in. He knew all too well which one he was going to go through.

As he walked through the doors the salty water smell hit his nose. He scrunched it up at the thought of how many dead skin cells would be brewing in those hot thermal pools. He sighed in relief as Madam Crab and Lizzie walked past the masses of pools and into a smaller location that was named VIP.

Inside the smaller room were around 6 to 10 smaller pools that were separated by huge trees. It looked like it was occupied with only business men and woman. He sighed knowing this was going to be a long and boring night.

"Wow you sure work out, don't you?" Lizzie winked as Goten stepped into one of the pools with her. Goten blushed as she complimented him.

"Yeah, just a bit of martial arts,"

"Oh of course. Typical. You must be a friend of Trunks Briefs aren't you?" She asked as she batted her lashes.

"Uh... Yeah..." he mumbled as he looked away.

The water was feeling great against his muscles. Whatever was in this water was making him relaxed.

They spoke and swam for a while. Laughter could be heard as they exchanged jokes and their likes and dislikes. Goten had to keep a close eye on Lizzie though as every few minutes she would somehow flirt with him. He tried little by little to drift her off or somehow show her he wasn't interested. It wasn't too long until they had drifted the topic back to Trunks.

"Trunks and I go way back," he added with a smile.

"Really? How far?"

"As far as I can remember actually,"

"Right I see. Yeah, he's a cool guy and all. A little arrogant but oh well," she rolled her eyes as she twisted her hair into a loosely tied bun.

"How do you know Trunks?"

"Oh just the odd balls and gala meetings that my mum makes me attend."

Goten nodded. Of course, rich people were always invited to other rich people's parties. Luckily he was never involved with such stuff... Well that was until now. The last 5(a bit) weeks has been hectic and tiring as he started to realise how the rich acted. He thought back to Trunks and how rarely they saw each other back in the high school days. Whenever they did meet up Trunks would always complain about the *boring* board meetings or dinner parties. Goten had just laughed at the time, telling him that it was the downside when it came to being one of the richest families of the world.

"How's he doing anyway?" Lizzie asked as she brought Goten's gaze out of day-dreaming.

"He's good," Goten nodded. She bit her lip.

"So Goten, let's change the topic to you for a second," her voice purred. Goten gulped and swam slightly to the side to grip on a wall that was separating them from another pool by a tree.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 19,"

"And single I heard," she winked.

"Uh... How'd you know?" He furrowed his brows. –What is up with this girl? Doesn't she get it? I'm sure I've given her enough clues that I'm not interested!-

"Bulma told my mother all about you," she giggled.

Goten laughed nervously as she tried shifting closer to him. He knew this game all too well. Was she really trying to get with him? The better question was is he going to allow her to? His mind shifted back to the conversation Trunks and he had a while back to when they had made the deal. They had jokingly agreed that perhaps thing would be easier to understand if he's had a full-working relationship in the past. He shook his head. –No, I'm with Trunks now. I'm not going to give this girl a chance. But... Maybe I should see where this is going to go, maybe she's just playing around... - he thought.

"Really... Well she didn't tell me anything about you," Goten retorted.

Lizzie moved slowly in front of him, placing a hand either side of him against the wall. He was trapped. –Crap, now I've done it! Way to go Goten!-

"You seem pretty nervous Goten... Haven't you ever had a girl friend before?" She asked seductively.

He shook his head, sweat running down his face. He wasn't too sure whether it was the heat of the pool or closeness.

"Lizzie, do you mind?" Goten tried mumbling. His mouth felt oddly dried as he tried to form a coherent thought.

"Mind what? That I back away or get closer?" She purred.

Goten wanted to push her away but for some reason his arms didn't move. Lizzie mistook his face expression and went in for the kill. She ran her right hand lightly against Goten's toned chest and abs. Goten shuddered as she touched him. –Tell her to stop damn it! Just say it! Stop it now! How'd you get yourself into this mess! This doesn't feel right! Where's Trunks!-

"Ssssstop," Goten stuttered.

Lizzie giggled as her hand lowered and fiddled with the string that was attached to his swimming pants.

"What was that?" She whispered.

Goten's heart raced. Everything was telling him to push her away but for some odd reason he couldn't move. Was it shock or was it denial? Did he want it to end or did he like it? He kept questioning himself until Trunks' face popped into his mind as he closed his eyes. No, it was shock. He was shocked that she made such big advances without warning him. He had to stop. It didn't feel right. He wanted to push her away and leave the pools. He wanted to fly home and be held in Trunks' strong arms. He felt violated as the girl touched his abs without approval. –Didn't she get the picture when I told her to stop!- He gasped as she cupped his crotch. He growled, his face turning serious.

"Get the fuck away from me!" He shouted, shoving her away as gently as he could.

"Ah!" she screamed as she lost her balance and swam frantically.

Goten raced out of the pool and gathered his things by their bench.

"Where are you going Goten?" Madam Crab asked with a worried expression while she held up a cocktail.

"I'm sorry but I have to go," he spat through his teeth and rushed to the exit.

Madam Crab was left stunned as she stared at the now broken door.

Once Goten reached outside he growled loudly. –Fucking girl! Fucking Woman! How dare she invade my fucking personal space! Didn't she fucking take the hint that I'm not interested!-

He turned around and punched the wall as gently as he could, making sure not to break it entirely. He couldn't help but make a huge dent in it. He screamed out once more, banging his forehead against the hard wall. –Why did she do this? Why did I allow it to even go that far? I should've moved away as soon as she trapped me! How could Bulma have told her I was single! Couldn't Bulma just mind her own fucking business? I don't need her to pick a date for me!- He cried out loud, smacking his forehead once more against the wall.

He sobbed loudly as his heart pounded in his chest. –I want to go home. I want to be in Trunks arms. I want Trunks scent in my nose. I just want to be somewhere familiar, - he cried inwardly.

He turned around and slid down the wall, placing his head between his knees. He sobbed as tears rolled down his face.

He wasn't too sure why he was crying. Perhaps it was the built tension he's had for weeks with the whole ordeal of Trunks... No, he knew exactly why he was crying. Part of it was for Trunks but the other part was for his family. He missed his real home. He missed going home to his mother's cooking and hugs. Even though she could be bossy and a pain, he loved her dearly. He wanted to be in the arms of his mother. He wanted to tell her everything that was going on. He knew as mad as she would be she would be there to give him the support needed. She would let him cry in her arms. Life had suddenly grabbed him and taken him on a crazy ride. As much as he wanted adventure and change, he suddenly realised that staying at home and going to college was just as good. He cried louder as he thought about how much things changed the last few weeks. He wanted something familiar. He wanted comfort. –No, I'm just home sick, that's all. It can't be all the built up tension of everything that's been happening.-

His sobs died down once his body shivered. The gentle wind of the night sky was cold. He looked up to see a few stars shining through the masses of steam coming out from the pools. He sighed as he flew off back to his hotel.

-Z-

Once he reached his room he took a shower to wash off the salty water and whatever evidence of the things that occurred. He tugged on his silk boxers and headed towards his room to open his laptop.

During his shower he gave himself small talk. The crying had done him some good and he finally felt a little better. He had also given himself a plan. Now that what happened is in the past, he could finally see that whatever was going to go down tonight didn't happen because it didn't feel right. After all this time, he was right. He was not only attracted to Trunks but the feelings really did mean something. He planned to finally listen to the small card that Trunks told him about. Afterwards he would ring Trunks and after that, he wasn't too sure.

He took a breath as he pressed the play button. At first he could hear the ocean waves and Master Roshi's laugh in the distance. He took a sip of his hot chocolate on the side as he readied himself to listen to the conversation between Trunks and Marron.

"We can both do this Goten... Together," Trunks voice echoed inside of Goten's mind. The audio stopped and was spat out of the card reader. Goten eyed it for a minute with no expression on his face.

Goten understood where Trunks was coming from. He understood the worry he had. But Marron was right, they could make this work. Trunks and he were going to make it work. The audio gave him the encouragement he needed. It finally became clear as to why Trunks was a lot more affectionate and upcoming about their relationship. Now that Goten had heard Marron's advice, it was time to follow it. He was going to help his older friend overcome the public image and Vegeta's expectations. Even though Trunks was always the leader of the pair and the one with the biggest ego; it was finally Goten's turn to call the shots. The only problems Goten admitted to have was breaking the news to Chi-Chi and not being able to have a relationship, or knowing how to make a relationship work. But now he knew the latter was being solved.

He nodded to himself as plans began to fill his mind. He would call Trunks and talk about the audio clip. They will carry on like normal, except, Goten will hopefully be at home more often. They were going to build their relationship together. They were going to do more than just play console games at night. They were going to go out and do things together. He eyed the phone. Perhaps it was time to call now.

-Z-

"Hello, Bulma Briefs speaking,"

"Hi Bulma, It's Goten,"

"Hi Goten! What's up?" She giggled. Goten could hear in the background laughter coming from Vegeta. He shivered. Even when Vegeta laughed it was scary.

"I just wanted to know if Trunks is available,"

"He's not around sorry. I think he's at Kami's look out. He left not too long after you did. He told me not to bother him or for Vegeta to bug him. He sounded pretty serious about it," she sighed. Bulma was weighing the choices of asking Goten what could be wrong with Trunks or respecting Trunks' decision in not being bothered.

"I see," Goten answered with disappointment.

"How are the deliveries going?" Bulma broke the silence.

"I've finished all the ones for this week,"

"What do you think of Madam Crab?" She laughed.

"Don't remind me,"

"Her daughter is exactly the same, snotty and thinks she can get whatever she wants."

Goten had to control his temper as he was reminded of that vulgar girl.

"Why did you tell her I was single?" Goten asked a bit too harshly.

"Oh no, I never did that. Well, not full out. Madam Crab just asked about you since she's noticed you been doing our deliveries. I guess I might have slipped up a bit when she asked if you were in a serious relationship," Bulma explained frantically.

"Bulma..." Goten hissed. "I would prefer if you didn't bud into my business like that,"

"Well of course you would mind. I'm sorry Goten, I wasn't thinking. Normally I'll do anything to get that woman to shut up. I'm sorry if I went a little too personal," she croaked.

-Tell her Goten. She must be wondering why you're acting this way. Tell her that you're gay. Tell her now so she won't ever let it slip again. – He growled once more as he remembered what happened earlier on. –A slip up! My ass! I bet she planned this!-

"Bluma, I need to tell you something," he spoke sternly. He heard Bulma gulp.

"What's wrong Goten? Did something happen? Lizzie didn't try to push herself onto you did she? She has a habit of doing that,"

"She did, but that's not what I wanted to tell you,"

"Then what is it Goten?" she asked.

"Bulma, I would prefer if you didn't go around telling females about me, because..." he stumbled, silence taking over. He could hear Bulma's breathing accelerate.

Was he going to tell her? Was he going to tell someone other than Trunks that he was gay? Was it time? -No, if now's not the time, when will it ever be?- He took a deep breath.

"Because I'm gay," he spoke, sighing with relief as his voice didn't crack. His heart pounded at the speed of light as he confessed to his friend's mother. He could hear her breathing softly, but no reply came.

"You're... You're coming out of the closet?" Bulma finally spoke. Goten felt his head spinning as the adrenaline pumped through his veins.

"Yes I am," he spoke proudly.

"Wow... I don't know what to say,"

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" He laughed nervously.

"Well... You just didn't seem like the type... What with all the girl-"she paused. "The girls were a cover-up weren't they?"

"Yeah," he admitted, although that was only half true.

"For how long have you been hiding this Goten?" she asked with concern.

"It doesn't matter now Bulma,"

"Is that why you wanted to speak to Trunks?"

"Part of it,"

"I see..." she drifted.

She stood inside the kitchen, leaning against the counter. She wasn't too sure what to say or do. She's never been placed in such a position. What words of wisdom could she give the boy she thought of as her second son? She smiled as her spirits lifted in knowing that he had come to her for comfort. She stared blankly at Vegeta who was devouring a carton of ice cream that they were eating together. His late-night hunger was too strong to resist the temptation and waiting for the phone call Bulma was currently having. He ate the ice cream as he tried his best not to ease drop, but his Saiyan ears said otherwise.

"Tell you what Goten," she broke the silence.

"When you come home, we'll have a long chat about this okay? I want you to know that I'm with you all the way. I'll be here if you need me. I know it can be tough, but I'll help you out, okay?" She spoke with more confidence. She needed to reassure Goten with comforting words but she wasn't lying; she was going to help her son's life-long friend.

"Thanks Bulma, it means a lot," Goten smiled.

"Get some good rest and I'll see you when you get back," Bulma said her goodbyes.

"Will do, goodnight." He turned off his phone.

He sighed with relief. Suddenly he felt a lot lighter than he'd been feeling in a while. He may be on a high now but somewhere inside of him he knew that once he woke up the following day he was going to regret for letting it slip. He knew it was a spur-of-the-moment act, but yet, he couldn't help feel just a little lighter than he was before.

-Z-

On the other end Bulma silently placed the phone down, still just a tiny bit stunned.

"What's wrong Bulma?" Vegeta asked, even though he had heard the whole conversation.

"Goten just came out of the closet," she blinked, sitting down on her chair.

"Pfft, I always knew that boy swings both ways,"

"You seem to be taking it lightly?" Bulma looked over to her husband who nearly made it seem like it was old news. "I guess Planet Vegeta never had discrimination when it came to being attracted to both sexes," she added quickly.

"Course not. You should already know that Saiyans don't worry about such trivial things,"

"Are you saying that there were Saiyans who also liked their own-"

"You and you're stupid human stereotypes! Of course there was no such discrimination out in space. Just look at how many species are asexual and Kami-knows-what-else. Mating with the same sex was not frowned up, but rather somewhat accepted even if no offspring could come of it," he explained.

Bulma nodded. She understood what Vegeta meant. Perhaps it was just earthlings and their silly ways.

"Then maybe you could help Goten a bit as well," She suggested.

"He doesn't need help. He can sort himself out. His Saiyan instincts will tell him who his mate is,"

"Of course Vegeta, whatever you say," she rolled his eyes. She took a spoonful of melted left-over ice cream thoughtfully. Saiyan instincts or not, the boy needed guidance and comfort at this very confusing stage of his life. Knowing that he would get little support from Chi-Chi, she was the next motherly person in line. She was going to stand by him and make sure he ended up happy.

~-Z-~