Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prositute of My Eye ❯ Lies ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: This disclaimer stands for all of the chapters in this fic. I do not own any quotes, songs, characters (with the exception of Ricky), or any other components that belong to someone else. More specifically Toriyama.

 

This is my first fic on FF.net. And my second fic all together. Trunks Briefs is the wealthy President of the capsule corporation. His sturdy life stakes a clumsy fall after Goten Son, a prostitute steps into his car. He comes equipped with a dark past, alcoholic mother and a dangerously low self esteem. Plz R&R! ( Goten is not a Woman) Dialogue appears more gradually towards the end of the chapter. Be Patient

 

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Lies. . . . . . . .

 

The wind was calming and breezy outside the office of Trunks Briefs. He sat looking with a proud look at the pile of paperwork he had finished. It was Friday and the night was free and waiting to be plowed into. Only one measly hour remained in the dreadful job his mother `dumped' on him and he was home free even though he wasn't going home anytime soon. The night was as young as Pamela Anderson claimed to be and wonders of it were waiting

 

 

He had been the pres. of the Capsule Corporation ever since he was 17 and was now 25. Virginity was lost or given away at 20. Women and men alike through themselves at his feet as if he were a Greek god. Most would say his looks could surpass those of a god any day and most of those who said nothing were either afraid or envious of the immense amount of attention he received on a regular basis.

 

 

Money wasn't a rare thing in his full life if he'd never saw a dollar. Dating was a tough tactic when deciding if they wanted you for you, the sex, the looks, the money or all of the above.

 

 

His mother wasn't the most normal mother in the world but she was his never the less. She mentioned something about `getting to old for this damn job'. She supposedly threw the job onto her son as Dr. Briefs did her. Besides her usual dismay that she hadn't any grandchildren, she constantly hounded him to be on time for work. She reminded him when she first passed the job down that being a leader of corporation as big as was, was `big boys business and dared him not to take it seriously. This company had been in her family for many generations and it was not about to fail because of the carelessness of a teenager

 

 

His father was not really the `Hey son lets go out and toss the old pig skin around' type of dad. Vegeta stayed in the gravity room and growled at anyone who dared to tell him to come out besides for the purpose of sex, food and sleeping. Luckily he was responsible for his son's stature, build, and ability to fight. His mother and father were dead for decades. He and Bulma had countless affairs with other people; both knew and were very aware. They shared a love hate relationship. There days together followed a strict cycle. Heated arguments, thrown fists angry sex followed close after. The entire family got used to the usual cycle and adjusted to it like it was nothing

 

 

Bra was his darling little sister. Although according to Trunks there wasn't a thing that was darling about her. She was one of the reasons why he couldn't wait to move out and get a place of his own. She loved to meddle into his personal business and blatantly throw it in his face after thwarting his plans to keep secrets. She was evil and vindictive and was always like that. According to her parents she was a sweet little virgin angel. As for the rest of the world, `Scott' was the seventh guy she'd slept with that month.

 

 

What seemed like the exact moment the clock struck 8:00, Trunks' accountant blasted into the room like a hurricane. Ricky was the company's accountant. He may seem a little high strung sometimes but that was always very deceiving. He skillfully managed all of the corporation's funds, expenses, money matters in general.

 

 

“What did I tell you about busting in here like that? You're going to break the door off of it's hinges again”, Trunks looked up from the magazine he was reading through.

 

 

“Sooooooooooo, boss man what bitc- I mean what are you doing tonight?” He asked taking his seat finally in the chair in front of Trunks' metal/glass desk. You'd always have to wait for him to sit down. Or else you'd be afraid that he's break something until you did.

 

 

“I believe I'm in the mood for a night at TLPC”. A devious smirk swiveled across Trunks' features as he stood and prepared to leave. TLPC was code talk for `The Little Pussycat'. It was a gentle men's club that the two young men only went to on special occasions and Friday nights were with out a doubt no sort of exception. Trunks always believed if you savored something rather than use it dry, the pleasure would be greater and waiting was the only small price.

 

 

As the two men went to the bathroom downstairs in the lobby to change the past secretaries eyed their boss with lusty eyes. Trunks changed into his usual slacks and black b.u. shirt that was open showing his black tank top underneath. Ricky dressed in pretty much the same. As they were riding down the streets of New Jersey they saw a woman, obviously a prostitute climbing into a black corvette with a skimpy outfit on. That couldn't be comfortable it was nearly 70 degrees out side and everyone was wearing warm clothes.

 

 

“Whatta whore that girl is”, Ricky's face contorted into one of disgust as he slid out of the car when they reached the parking lot. They walked in to hear loud hoots and howls as the stripper slid out from behind the silk curtains.

 

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There are two sides to every story. When driving past a street ally in huge (immense gas consuming) Lincoln Navigator with tinted windows its hard to tell if the people outside the vehicle are real, fake or just a smudge on the window that was drawn out of boredom to look like a person. Those who were wealthy often thought there immense amount of money granted them the right to judge the life's of those who struggled just to keep their power on or would come and not even eat because there's only enough of the children of the abode.

 

 

Prostitution was heavy on that specific street. As was female prostitution, but they were busy a couple of blocks down. The slums of the state were located at the northern corner. The illegal money makers were located in groups, each in their own distinct location. Though not all of them looked out for each other. An expert was asked to teach you the ropes and after you got your legs you were left to walk across by yourself, vulnerable to fall at any given time if a small mistake was made like not collecting up front.

 

 

The drug dealers were located on the first street followed by the cocaine-cookers on the second. The thieves who stole from people and sold their `merchandise' on filthy old shag carpets were hidden behind the large run-down apartment building on the third. On the fourth, were the small garages. They may look like innocent mechanic shops trying to make an honest living but you'd have to learn not to fall for the obviously disguised building. Inside were large and often frightening men who hustle people out of their money and sold weapons. On the fifth street is where the movies and stories started to mislead people. When a so called `Pimp' doesn't get what he wants, preferably his money from his `hoes' he isn't happy. Most people tell their teenage kids that they play mind games on them to make them believe that they will be killed. Those stories are all lies. They will have you either hung, shot, cut, burned, run over or raped to death. It wasn't your choice of course. Lastly on the 6th & 7th street were the male and female prostitutes. These were one of the hardest jobs.

 

 

One kid had collected his pay and was about to get out the man's car. He was short, skinny and weak while the driver was tall bulky and much stronger. He thought the night was going to be all fine and dandy until he shot over and strapped him to the seat so he couldn't escape. He received an evil grin and squirmed helplessly as they drove back to his house and was never seen again, until he ended up on the 11:00 news, raped and beaten to death.

 

 

Thee female prostitutes were always competitive and some walked over to see how the men were doing.

 

 

Truth was always a stupid thing to tell when the cops showed up. The answer was always the same and was supposed to stay that way. `How old do you want me to be'? The cops were usually the ones `sneaking em off''. The law enforcement officers were laying tricks in their bed for pay every night and had the nerve to arrest the other officers who the happened to walk in on. The male prostitutes were treated with the least respect. They were thrown in the car, fucked to the point that blood was drawn or in some instances filled with semen, paid and thrown out. Women were given food and a place to stay for the night. And their payer would fall in love with them and they would become lovers and live happily ever after.

 

 

A slick black corvette pulled into the dark ally. The window rolled down to open the view to a hippish demi saiyan. He wore black leather shorts that came up to the top of his arse that bulged out to the drivers wide and eager eyes. The driver unlocked the door so Goten Son could step in. When the drive to a secure location was silent, the `rest stop' would be brutal and relentless. As they both pulled up behind a resale shop building, his eager customer lunged over the gear shift to claim his delicious meal. Unzipping his pants with one hand he let the seat back with the other and was now nose to nose with Goten. His hot stale breath was exuberating onto his cringing features as a long hard member slammed into him with no questions asked giving the car a steady rocking motion that got faster and faster. Goten's screams on pain were barely heard as his customer was in heaven inside of him. The store owner didn't hear his cry's of pain both because the back of his shop was an ideal place to do business and as long as people occupied his parking lot the state board couldn't close him down.

 

 

Goten Son hadn't had the brightest lives but one of the darkest. He was a 20 year old who lived in a shit hole that couldn't even be classified as a stable place for a dog to live in. Rats littered the floor and littered on the floor. The ceiling didn't even put up a decent fight when it came to sheltering from the rain and snow. The ceiling didn't leak it poured only in certain areas. He had taken up the Pts. Gig when his mother kicked him out at 16. The life he lived did more than eat through his confidence but made him think of himself as a tool to be used to make money off of. They customers he had treated him the worst, because everyone told him he was nothing after the rolled off of him and put their pants back on.

 

 

His mother was woman named Chichi son. No one really liked her to begin with. Her alcohol problems wound completely out of control when her husband left.

The one in her family she could only have to the gall to take her frustrations out on was her innocent little boy. Goten would hide up in his room night after night until she ran out of Budweiser and entered her sober state. When ever she got drunk she would either watch women on the TV screen nor just hunt down her son and beat him for ` looking just like his ugly father'. He tried running away but that was futile she bolted his door so he could only get out when she wished. She only got angrier when he said she should put the drink down.

 

 

His father was a tall man named Goku Son. He was selfless when it came to saving the earth and fighting to become stronger. But when it came to family matters he could be named the most selfish man on earth. He would pack his things in the middle of the night and grab a capsule that contained one of Dr. Briefs' newly built space ships and take off into the galaxy. Goten would sit up in his bed and watch his father take of to the space up above him. Tears would stream down his face because he knew that was the last time he'd see him for along time. Goku had missed a lot in his Son's lives and had no shame when sometimes he'd forget that he had a second Son. He was always called by `kid' or some other pathetic substitute for his real name which Goku obviously had no intention of knowing. His father took on big chunk of his second son's heart and disintegrated it in mid air and ha no idea what he was doing.

 

 

Gohan was his older brother. He got tired of his mother's alcohol issues and left without a trace. The only information he had about his brother was that he became some award winning author. And as for his mother she was still drowning in alcohol were they all had left her.

 

 

Goten stuffed his money into his lonely short with no under wear. He was wearing knee high, laced steel toe boots, a tiny pair of leather shorts and a black tight leather long sleeved shirt. An outfit fit for a prostitute. It was already 1:00 Am and most of the clubs were still opening up. But he was tired of the wet semen sloshing around in the back of his shorts making airy noises. He spotted a lad with a box of paper towels on a bench at the bus stop. He sat down politely next to her.

 

 

She saw the semen dripping from his pants and shivering coldly.

 

 

“Oh, dear you're freezing with that trampy outfit on, didn't your mama teach you to dress warm a cold night like this, here clean that snow from your legs!” He was used to Ms. Johnson fretting over the skimpy outfits he wore. He grabbed the tissues from the box she held out to him and finally cleaned the `snow' from between his legs and let out a sigh of relief. It was extremely uncomfortable to have semen sloshing around in your shorts.

 

 

“Thanks Misses J”, Goten said with one of his best smiles as he waved to her as she got on to the bus. He got up from the bench she's been perched on and walked down the street to his `home'. Going home was pointless now so he stayed at his P.A.'s house. Joey Stevens was a body guard of some sort for Goten as long as he got his pay. One night when Goten hadn't paid Joey slammed the door in his face while a desperate old man was chasing after him. He ended up having to go home. This in his case was not a good thing. It was tough but it was all he had. Sometimes he'd offer to sleep with him to pay him instead. That ended up in disaster. Goten couldn't even stand up for days. Joey gave a new meaning to he phrase `rough sex'. That was a mistake that would not be made again. As many times as he said `Slow down' he went only faster.

 

 

Goten wrapped his arms around himself as he walked don the street. H stopped to look a bright red sign of a building reading `The Little Pussycat's Gentlemen's club'

 

 

“Bitch pan”, mumbled as two tall men wearing almost the same outfit stepped out of the club and began staring dumbfounded. The one with the lavender hair advanced first. He stepped closer and closer behind Goten and called out to him. He was the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on and his body was thick in all the right places.

 

 

“Sir, I don't care who you are but you're too late my shift is over if don't mind stop stalking me”, Goten said turning around to wonder why this man was staring at his legs more than any other.

 

 

“You really don't know who I am”, Trunks said expecting him to jump into his arms with exited eyes of wonder.

 

 

“Did you not just hear me I said I DON'T CARE”, Goten flailed his arms around to emphasize his point. “I know who you are, you're Trunks Breifrs but I'm not some horny fan girl so you can go stalk some other chick”, Goten said turning around.

 

 

Trunks realized the fame thing wasn't working and had to use force. He advanced and grabbed Goten by his arm earning a big loud yelp as he cowered in fear of the much larger man grabbing his arm painfully.

 

 

“I'll pay you extra to suck my cock”, Goten was programmed almost to say yes to that offer. Sure this guy wasn't as charming as he would like but he was rich and rich gave the most generous tips.

 

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Ricky and Trunks were in the front seat sneaking quick glances at the nervous passenger in the back seat. Goten felt like he was going to jump for joy for the money he was about to receive but at the same he felt like a slave being taken away to be used up dry by the king himself and his Chancellor together

 

 

Trunks dropped Ricky off at his out and Goten could see Ricky mouth to him `I feel sorry for you, but call me anyway?' The only thought hat came to his mind after that made one word come to mind. Pathetic.

 

 

“Why don't you come up front with me? I won't bite”, The deepness of his tone made Goten shiver on the spot. As he climbed up front at his own risk. He'd been in the car with plenty of men who couldn't keep their hands to themselves until they got to their destination, why should this guy be any difference.

 

 

As they pulled into the valet parking lot of the lofts that Trunks lived in Goten hesitantly followed him into the building and up the walls in side the elevator. Trunks held out his hand and lead Goten to his loft. When he entered the place looked like one worthy of someone as rich a Donald Trump.

 

 

They walked into the bedroom and Goten jumped slightly when the door shut. He's been doing this for a living for 4 years. Why the hell was he so squeamish? What ever was the problem: he had to brush it off quickly He had a job to do. Trunks was stark naked before Goten could blink his eyes, lying on his back on the bed, his aching member out and painfully erect.

 

 

There had been some men who were well endowed but this guy dick was huge. Goten held out his arm to its reflection and it was no question to which was bigger. Trunks growled at the stiffness of his member.

 

 

Goten slipped off his steel toe boots and climbed on to the bed. He let his breath shower the member making it twice in achingly. Goten saw what he would have to do to get this guy to go crazy. Tease.

 

 

Goten let his tongue swirl around the large head of his customers member and dipped down making Trunks growl in pleasure. Goten's mouth eloped around the aching member making a perfect fit

 

 

He repeated this cycle with more intensity each time he dipped his head over Trunk's cock. When Trunks had ripped the sheets from the bed and torn them. Then he exploded into Goten's mouth with such an amount that Goten chocked on it and a large pool of it spilled from his mouth.

 

 

“That …..Was…….the best…..head-“He said between breaths. But Goten held out his hand ready for his pay. Trunks pulled out his wallet and gave Goten a generous $6,000.

 

 

“Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Briefs” Goten said wiping the leftovers from his mouth and stuffing the money into his pants. He was about to let Goten let himself out when he called out to him again. Goten turned around to see Trunks staring at him once again.

 

 

The mark on Goten's neck was so familiar that Trunks got up ang smelled the scent of the mark.

 

 

“What are you doing?”

 

 

Flashback

 

 

10 year old Goten looked up an older best friend he had and smiled up at his content features as they sat up in his room. Goten tried waking up Trunks and he opened his eyes to see an overjoyed 10 year old.

 

 

What do you want chibi

 

 

Just wanted to see you Trunks-kun

 

 

Here I Am

 

 

What can we do t'day

 

 

How's about you let me sleep.

 

 

Can I sleep with you

 

 

You know your mother doesn't want us to be together

 

 

Who cares what she wants?!

 

 

You should but I'm going to give you something so you can think of me with until I come back

 

 

What's that Trunks-san?

 

 

Trunk reached over to grab Goten and bit down hard on his neck earning a loud yelp.

 

 

What did ya do that for; Goten said rubbing the bloody spot on his neck

 

 

So whoever you're with and where you are always know that you belong to me……….

 

 

Goten began snapping his fingers at the naked man staring down at him. This was a night that contained events that shouldn't have happened. Maybe his body could tell this was going to happen and he should have left while he hat he chance. His body had helped him for four years, it could have been put to better use than to people for money.

 

 

Trunks suddenly snapped back to reality and ran to shut the door and lock it tight. He waltzed back to the spot where Goten was standing and simply said” You're staying here tonight”. Goten looked at him as if he were crazy and burst into laughter.

 

 

“Like hell if I'm staying here tonight. 1, what would someone think if they walked in and saw a hooker walking around. 2, I've got money to make”, Goten patted him on the back and all that could be heard was his metal boots hitting the pathway to the door. He was gone in matter of seconds.

 

 

He was sure that was the Goten he had given that mark 10 years ago. The question was, how on earth was he going to get him to admit to it? What will mother say when she knows I'd found Goten?

 

 

Trunks was intent on getting that Son back into his house one way or another and this time he wasn't getting out.

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This is one of my first fics again and I plan on waiting for he two day activation period until I can post this damn thing

 

 

Thanks for reading

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