Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prositute of My Eye ❯ The Hunt Down ( Chapter 2 )

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Yippee! I haven't died. And I've cooked up another chappie for you guys. I feel so special being on Fanfiction.net. Anyhow, it's taken me 3 fics to get one really off the ground. `Time to leave' and `All the Man that I Need' were one shots on MM.org but I deleted them both because nobody even stopped to view them. I just finished `The Heartbreaker' but I had to discontinue it because the plot wasn't thick enough. As a fic cooker I've learned that before you create a 16,000 word fic make sure the plot will actually make a full story. This one should reach somewhere between 10-17 chapters. I'm not one of those authors that wait years to post new chapters. The longest I'll take to post a chapter would be a day or two. The reason why, if you're wondering, my paragraphs are so long is because I'm a naturally long winded person and most people lose interest in our conversations. Enjoy!

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The hunt Down……………..

Last night was a huge headache. Telling his mother what or who he saw last night would be futile. She wouldn't believe him. Trunks could just picture the incredulous look on her face. He'd lied to her face too many times and that factor shot down her trust for him a great bit. Considering all the times he's said he was late for work because he overslept, had a bad headache or some other pathetic excuse that he'd think up on the spot. He'd really be struggling to get some stubborn woman out of his bed. Sometimes it got so bad she had go in and take his place because the phone ringing was getting so irritating.

He was off that day and he sat with only a pair of shorts on, bare chest on the sofa. His eyes were fixated in deep thought. It felt like millions of questions were reliving the Rhythm Nation from 1987 in his mind. One of the biggest thoughts on his mind was how the short could and stubby innocent 10 year old he'd saw the last time transformed for what seemed like over night into the voluptuous person he was today. The only thing that really remained the same was his eyes and hair color. Everything else had changed into someone else he seemed to not know but knew very well at the same time.

And the whole idea of the little boy he used to call chibi sucking off men for cash daily was admittedly sickening. The way he was dressed wasn't all that bad though. Most would try to rush thoughts like that out of their minds as soon as it got its point across, but then again Trunks was not most at all. Trunks Briefs was a man who chased after things only if he had the will to do it. Finding his long lost best friend gave him such fire lighting. That fire was always there, he'd just forget about his matches, which was kind of sad. The way that he just completely forgot about his best friend, the one closest to his heart, the only one who could replace all of the women and men in the world. It made the demi saiyan look slightly down upon his character.

He jumped slightly as the phone suddenly broke him out of his personal thoughts

“Briefs”, He was an excellent expert on how to show difference between work greetings and home greetings. It was awkward and embarrassing to `CC how I may assist you' while at home.

`It's just me why do you have to be so hostile …..Big brother”, that evil voice cursed him to hell and back twice. He was going to massacre who ever gave his sister his number.

“What the fuck do you want”, Trunks was not in the mood for another `let's get together and annoy Trunks' day celebration. His Satan spawn little sister had no reason to call unless she wanted to cause more havoc in his already chaotic life

“Now now all I wanted to say is that mom is having a party at the CC and she wants you to bring a date”, she said in her sweetest voice. That voice was so fake that is sounded more evil than it should have.

“Alright, tell her I'll be there”, he was about to hang up when he remembered something, “And don't call my house anymore”, as his stern answer and he slammed the phone back down on the receiver after hearing a loud cackle in the background.

He could have slapped himself at the thought he had. Bringing Goten to the ball that plan was perfect except for two things he couldn't find him what would his mother say if he brought a hooker to the ball. The idea was preposterous and laughable.

The though was impossible but powerfully exciting at the same time. It was only 1:00 in the afternoon. New Jersey was a small state but he could only drive so fast. He could vaguely remember the direction Goten was walking in and that was his best bet. According to last night, persuading someone who thought they barely knew you to just hop in your car would not be as happy fine and dandy as it sounded.

Trunks slipped in and out of the shower and dressed in a black tank top and black suede warm up pants. He zipped down the stairs and into his car with lightning speed. He gave the word `eager' new meaning. This was the first time in too long for a seemingly good character that he'd have to actually chase after what he wanted. Everything was handed to him with a cherry on top. What was he doing this for? The old Trunks would have cared as less as possible about some prostitute who he could vaguely remember. Driving down the street looking for this guy made him feel so unlike himself that it was scary.

As he drove past a mechanic garage he heard loud gunshots by what seemed liked the hundreds. This was not going to be a short day.

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As was said there are two sides to every story. The raven haired saiyan was at it again. The media really knew how to twist things up. The silly old fables they call informative facts are lies. Prostitutes work days as well as nights. In facr, the money was better during the day because the customers were in more generous mood. Truth be told, it was more comforting for him to work during the day. The vision was clearer, and the day was warmer.

Goten was on the floor of some old farts house, giving `service' to the needy. More like relief to the horny.It only proved him what he thought and knew he was, a tool. A tool that was made for use and use only. Hell was his life day or night. Walking the streets looking for a place to stay. It hurt to just look at his own reflection.

He was suddenly broken out of his own thoughts when he heard the man's loud final groan. He had to admit, wrinkles were not his forte. He grabbed the towel from the table and wiped his mouth indie and out. He'd never be able to get used to the tast of old crusty men in his mouth. The smell was robust, not in a good manner and fowl tasting.

Goten dusted off the dust from the floor from his clothing. He was wearing his same knee high, steel toe boots with even shorter leather shorts with a tighter long sleeve shirt. It was terribly uncomfortable to wear uncomfortable outfits every day but you had to get used to it. That was life.

The room began to spin and droop as his boots clacked with the tile floors on his way out. He quickly shook it off. It was probably tiredness getting the best of him. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night and he was just a little tired. The 20 year old thought to himself as he was walking down the street. He saw a little kid swinging on his mother's and fathers supportive arms. Then he saw another family walking down the street thought it was only a mother and her son fast asleep in her caring arms. A small tear escaped his eyes as he continued walking down the street.

He hadn't expected families to be walking the streets with their kids. Soon the numbers of people lessened and he was pretty much the only one on the block.

His suspicions rose when a large yet familiar black Navigator pulled up next to his walking position on the sidewalk. Then once the SUV slowed to his walking speed the right window lowered to reveal the driver. The infamous Trunks Briefs. What an unpleasant surprise. Following people was not the way to get someone to get in their car. It was creepy and scary at the same time.

“You stalkin me?” Goten said nonchalantly, face not turning from the pathway ahead of him.

Trunks pulled off his heavily tinted aviators and leaned closer as he took many double takes back and fourth from the road ahead and the target he was trying to get in his car.

“Will you just get in the car, I just want to talk”, Trunks said but wishing he hadn't. By the look on Goten's face that thought only made him walk faster.

“That's what they all say and once you get in the car they take you home and gag you”, Goten said with no emotion.” Besides I can't associate with you after you're a customer; bad for business”. His eyes kept forward.

“I'm not going to hurt you, just get in the fucking car!” Trunks was the type of person who would not take no for an answer. No matter how stubborn he seemed, that was only the beginning.

“If I get in the car will you leave me alone?”

“That would be redundant because you'd be right next to me”

“Just to let you know, clever grammar corrections are annoying”, Goten finally gave in and open the door and climbed in. This was unusual behavior fore both of the demi saiyans. Trunks would never have chased after some slightly familiar looking hooker just because he gave good head let alone give him 6000 dollars for it even if he was bisexual. Goten was not a real dummy when came to getting in the car with what he thought was a stranger, no matter how good he looked. Goten began to twisted and fidget around with the shorts that could easily be mistaken for a thick looking thong.

Trunks took his wiggling around as a chance to make small talk. He flashed over one of his amusing smirks over to the passenger which was challenged by a `don't start with me' look, which the driver took less than lightly.

“A little uncomfortable”, Trunk was going to have field day

“Shut up”

“No need to get testy”

“You try wearing this ass clincher all day and see if it's funny”

“I'm trying to make small talk”

“Hn”

“How do you seduce your customers, your act is hot”

“Yours needs a lot of work”

“I've noticed something”

“What's that?”

“I don't know your name”

“Wow”

“What is it?”

“Goten”

“Goten what?”

“Son”

Trunks slammed on the brakes sending Goten flying into the windshield, barely missing the airbag. Goten sat as he retracted to the seat rubbing his sore forehead and turned to look at the crazy driver with angry eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!” Goten wondered to himself who had not the sense the even dare to show this man a corner of a license. The people they let on the road these days was getting ridiculous. Trunks grabbed Goten's chin and showed the mark to him in the mirror.

“I gave you that mark”, those five word sent Goten to hell and back. This seemed to be a place that had lost of people coming and going a lot lately. Goten reached over and grabbed the handle to open the door. “That's impossible. You'd have to be……..” his voice trialed off as he looked deeper into the blue eyes before him. Those eyes sent so much hurt through his eyes. They reminded him of himself reaching for hose hands that seemed so familiar but was shunned as he entered the harsh reality that no one was there.

Goten made a move to bolt out of that car as fast as he could but he was stopped as a strong arm pulled him back inside the car and back in his seat where he had no choice but sit helplessly. Getting away began to get annoying and he'd told himself he would not succeed again. Some thing told him Goten want finished talking.

“Before you start let me just say something”. Goten interrupted him with no regrets.

“How dare you show up after 10 fucking years and think you can just make me worship you all over again. You left without a trace. I can remember clearly of all of the time my mother would take her drunken stupor out on me so violently I could barely stand. I would try to call you to come save me lie you used to, but no. All I got was `You've reached Trunks Briefs; I'm probably somewhere the fuck I can't remember! Please fucking leave you're fucking name and fucking number!!!!!!!! I loved you and you did what you usually did threw it away because of your stupid goddamned dumb job!!!!!!!!”, Goten chest was heaving up and down and he only got angrier as Trunks hung his head in shame. Truth be told Trunks never stopped returning his calls; he never answered them to begin with.

“I'm sorry, and I know you depended on me but I had to leave or I wouldn't be what I am today”, He began to drive slowly back to his loft and Goten suddenly looked up. He knew exactly where they were going but asked anyway.

“Where are we going?” Trunks looked at him for a quick moment.

“Home, I'm going to make it up to you. You and me like it used to be”. Goten looked at him as if he were an escape from the insane asylum. This was going to be funny

“I'm not sure if you have 10 years on your hands now that you are `what you are today'”, Goten said mocking his previous comment.

“Whatever…………….Chibi”

“Don't call me that”

“Whatever you say, chibi”.

Goten sat arms folded and angry as he only stared out he window.

“And when we get there don't even think about running away, because I have ways of finding you”, Trunks whispered huskily in his ear and the res of the ride back to his loft was in complete silence.

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When they were walking back in to the building, Trunks recognized the car his mother drove in the visitor's space. He thought to himself and brushed ti off. Kami was not that evil to torture him like that. But then again he could have been linked to when Piccolo was evil.

He quickly brushed off the thought before he'd start sweating as he and Goten were lifted by the elevator. Once they opened Trunks let Goten first exit, supposedly trying to be a gentlemen. Hell was about to break loose.

“Don't this opening doors thing and being all polite thing is gonna work `cause its not”, Goten said crossing his arm stubbornly as he stepped out of the elevator with Trunks a little too close behind.

“A guy can try”, Trunks fondled with his keys for a second and tried to unlock the door. Goten was about to give back another snide remark when his mouth was mentally sewed close as he saw the people sitting in the room. Trunks was so paled faced his face camouflaged with the white door.

“What did I tell you about bringing hookers home”, Bulma walked up to her son to look him in the eye and turn to give Goten a real stink eye. Her look was disapproving and she obviously thought he could do better which only made Goten hang his head a little. Trunks saw this and intervened.

“What are you doing in my house?” Trunks asked his mother and especially his sister of their painfully unexpected visit.

“I've been calling you for hours and, don't raise your voice to me after you come in here with some whore”, she yelled back pointing to Goten making him hang his head lower as he shrunk back behind Trunks.

Bulma turned and sat down with a snickering Bra. She looks at him with disapproving eyes. “Sometimes, I wonder where we went wrong with you”, Trunks, use to this pity party grabbed Goten and put him in front of him.

“Sweetheart could you please move, I'm trying to have a conversation with my son if you mind', Bulma motioned for him to move out of the way when Trunks spoke up.

“No, mom you don't under stand, I've found him”, the room was silent for a moment as Bulma fixated her eyes on the boy in front of her. She was in no mood for lying.

For years Bulma had been extremely angry at Trunks for leaving Goten when he knew what Goten was going through with his mother and basically the rest of her family. Bulma tried going to their house but Chichi said in a slurred manner that Goten left the last night. She'd been looking for that boy for 10 years. She'd even asked Vegeta to sense his power level. He wouldn't even do it. It seemed liked nobody even cared about Goten

Bulma clasped her hands over her mouth as she stepped closer to the 10 year old she'd loved like her own little boy that'd gotten so big. She recognized him from those eyes and hair Black on the roots and Raven as it poured from his head. She hugged him tightly as tears flowed down her cheeks.

“You've gotten so big on me”, she said letting go and looking into his eyes, and then looked down at his ensemble. “Sweetheart what on earth are you wearing. Steel toe boot and short shorts with money stuffed inside was a dead giveaway what he had been doing for those 10 years to make a living for himself.

“I'm sorry Ms. Briefs but it's the only thing I could do”, Goten said in a pleading tone. She looked back with understanding eyes. “I know, and I'm going to kill those parents of yours”, She said referring to Goku and Chichi.

“Are they all right?” Goten was not the type to hate his parents even after they'd done what they did.

“They're fine. Goku's back on earth and Chichi's still in rehab but they're fine”, she said heading for the door. Trunks awoke from his `I'm the man' self praise bath to ask her to stay.

“Oh, now you want me to stay. Get you things we're going to lunch my treat. Let's go they won't hold the restaurant while you laze aound she said snapping the three out of their sitting and standing stupor.

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The four of them sat across from each other at the diner. Trunks was next to Goten and Bulma next to Bra. After the ordered their food Bra was the first to speak up. This was a golden opportunity make her brother literally rot in his very spot.

“So Goten, good to have you back. Has he fucked you yet?” Goten chocked on the shrimp he was eating but soon swallowed it. That was a question that probably was a bit erotic for the table. Trunks shot her a death glare that clearly said `sleep with two eyes open'. She only snickered harder as his face went red as a tomato.

“Um, no not yet- I mean no”, He stuttered as she stared harder at him until he changed his vision to the table's designs. It was that or ending up blurting out `I gave him a blow job and he paid me very generously'.

“Really? That's kinda hard to believe that when my brother can hardly keep his pants on when he sees a hot guy walking by”, the table was silent except for Bulma gossiping with her mother on the phone at the end of the booth. Goten was trembling with nervousness as while Trunks was trembling with anger. The table was the only thing that kept him from strangling the life out of her.

“Oh, he's a perfect gentlemen”, Goten said scooting closer to Trunks to (body language wisely) ask him for help but was to busy thinking of ways to kill his attacker.

“Hmmm. Interesting because last time I've heard from one of the bimbo's he'd screwed and threw out like a used light bulb, Trunks shows no mercy in bed”, Trunks was huffing and puffing and Goten was already out of the booth, scrambling and tripping on the screws on his boots to get to the bathroom.

“Check and mate”, she said eyeing Trunks from the rim of her glass as she took sip. Trunks growled at her and Followed Goten in the bathroom. When he opened the door he heard squeaking noises that sounded like his boots. Goten was on the stall floor screwing the metal plates back on his boot with his fingers.

“That girl is the most vile and evil creature who ever walked the planet”, Goten said pushing the min harder to prove his anger.

“That girl is my sister from hell; she was born after you'd left”, Trunks quickly regretted his words

“Yet another thing you chose over me”, Goten stood up and pushed Trunks out of the way. “You know why don't I just leave now. You really don't need some stoic hooker following you around anyway, it's kind of degrading”, Goten walked back to the booth with his voice low and depressed. Goten had been left by both his father and brother, beaten by his alcoholic mother and left behind by the only person he loved, worshiped even. Self esteem was at a low that couldn't be detected.

Trunks slapped his forehead and followed Goten to their seats.

Bulma stared him down when she saw Goten hanging his head across from her. Her stare read an angry `What did you say to him'. Everything was always his fault as far as she was concerned. And it usually was.

“Nothing”, was his quiet reply.

Bulma realizing this get together was going completely no where but under announced that it was time to depart. Bra was a little disappointed but she had plenty tricks up her sleeve saved up for the party.

When they got outside, Goten was waiting in Trunks car and Bra was doing the same in her mother's car. Bulma had rudely pulled him behind his car where Goten couldn't see them.

“You listen to me and you listen well. You are to make sure he eats properly. He's not to leave that house until the party. Don't say anything to cause anymore damage than you already have. Leave your disgusting perverted remarks in the closet. He's had just about enough sex. He's had to do it for a living for 3 years thanks to you. Keep your hands to your self. Make sure he doesn't run away. Make him feel special dammit. If I hear that you tried to fuck him, a tiny corny pick up line even; I'll tie up your balls so tight you won't be able to cum till you're fucking 50 year old. Do I make my self clear”. She shot him a `You better fucking answer me' glare.

Trunks was about the size of a puppy and said,” Yes, Ma'am”.

“Good. Glad we have an understanding”, she said politely and walked back to her car. She turned around quickly and repeated, “Special, special, special and like he's loved”, She said pointing at him

“S-special”, he replied and climbed into his car to fid Goten fast asleep in the passenger seat. He looked innocent and peaceful, the way he used to look. He'd changed and that look turned into a one of pain as life swallowed him and spit him out.

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Trunks had to stop a few places and by the time they'd returned home it was 11:56.

Goten was still sleeping when hi pulled into the garage. He went around and scooped him out of the seat and up to the loft. Trunks struggled to unlock the door and placed Goten in his bed after removing the seemingly painful boots he was wearing. His feet had cuts all over them from the steel toes of the boots.

Trunks went in and out of the shower and came out with only a pair of boxers. He began to stare endlessly at how those spandex shorts fit his body so perfectly. And his rear was just facing him, ready for the taking. But he quickly brushed the dirty thoughts from his mind. His testicles began to tingle as he remembered his mother's warning.

`Sleeping close to him wasn't said', he thought as he crawled closer to the figure sleeping in the bed. His face was so close to Goten's that he could feel his breath. Just as his hand was not even inches from Goten's strap that clasped to his figure………….

“I'll give you a good five seconds to get off of me”, Goten said slipping under the covers and sent Trunks grumbling and swearing to himself to the sofa in the living room

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Hope you guys liked it. Chp. 3 - Try Again coming soon!