Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unforgivable ❯ Don't leave me ( Chapter 36 )

Hello boys & girls… mostly girls, I think! Welcome to the next installment of the little fantasy I call Unforgivable. I believe we left Goten crying his eyes out, Trunks getting dropped on the floor, and Vegeta in shock. Oh, and Kuro's in pain. And yes, I will be dipping into Goten's head again.

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Vegeta watched Trunks run down the hall to Goten's room and disappear inside. He sighed, turning toward his own room. For a moment, he paused outside Kuroichi's room, listening to the soft moans from within. No, I will not check on him. I already know… He sighed, continuing to his own room. He threw himself on the bed, wondering what was wrong with his son's relationship to his pet's son. And then shook his head. That was not right!

Slowly, slowly, he was making it. He whimpered, moaned. Almost, he sounded like he did when his master took him. But Master had beaten him. Had beaten and beaten and beaten, snapping bones and destroying flesh. And left him with the warning to be ready to serve. A senzu had been dropped four feet from where he lay. Master had told him, get the bean and take it.

He focused all his thought on the bean, getting to the bean. He had to be ready when Master came back. He heard the steps in the hall, heard them pause outside his door. Desperately, he reached, moaning painfully as his injuries protested, unable now to stop the soft cries. His fingers, some battered, some broken, managed to clutch the bean. He fumbled it to his mouth, a tiny keen of desperation sounding as he realized he wouldn't be able to chew it. Somehow, he gagged it down, his wounds beginning to heal just as the footsteps continued past his door.

He rose, stripping the bloodied rags from his body. He mopped up as much blood as he could before dropping the ruined clothes in the trash. He pressed the button on the console, ordering up some cleaning bots, then stepped into the shower. Ice cold water poured on him, washing away the blood that had congealed on his body. He was blue, shaking with cold, before he got out, but he was clean.

The robots had cleaned the room fairly well. He didn't see anything more than a faint discoloration in the white carpet. He dressed, then knelt by the connecting door, waiting for his master's call.

Goten heard him come in. He stayed where he was, curled up in the small chair in the corner of the room. "Goten?" He didn't answer, carefully pulling the binders back in place, watching as the deep red darkened. "Goten, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

The lights came on, chasing away the shadows. "Goten." He gazed sightless as his lover knelt before him. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it."

"Mean what?"

"To call you a whore. You aren't. You're not! I love you, Goten, so much that it hurts. It kills me when people hurt you, I make sure they never want to again, but I don't know what to do now. I hurt you so much, I know I did. Dad told me you were crying. I thought you knew I didn't mean it! You are not my…" Trunks choked. "You aren't my private whore. You're my best friend, my lover. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He didn't move, didn't acknowledge what the other had said. Trunks leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the younger man's body. "Please, Goten, please. Forgive me. Forgive me."

"Why? You mean it when you said it." The soft, dead voice didn't sound like it could come from Goten. "You told me you loved how I felt under you, how I screamed your name. You moved on me, made me scream, just so you could hear me. You made me feel dirty, used. You made me feel worthless, even more worthless than my father. Someone values him."

"Goten!" Trunks looked up, blue eyes wide with shock and anger. "I'm sorry! I am. I didn't mean it like that! Yes, I love the way you feel when we make love. I love to hear you scream for me, love to hear you call my name. But there's more to you, to us!, than just physical pleasure." Trunks pulled back again, looking into Goten's eyes. "I love you, do you understand? You. Not just your body. I love being able to go and train with you, to spar, talk, watch a movie or the sunset." He slid his hands down Goten's arms, clutching at his wrists. "Don't you understa…"

He looked at his hands. "GOTEN! Oh, gods, please not again! Not because of me!" Trunks yanked the chi binders off his lover's arms, baring the reopened wounds. "No! No, no no…" His chi flared, sealing the cuts. "Goten…"

He leaned forward, pressing his lips firmly against the other's unresponsive mouth, his hand cupping the younger one's head, kissing until at last Goten began to respond. "It's you I love, Goten. You I can't live without. I'll tell the world, if that's what you want. Don't hurt yourself again… don't leave me!"

His mind worked sluggishly, as he planned the changes that would need to be made to please his Master. He would not fail again.

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Vegeta: I beat him? I thought I was with Goten?

Goku: I think I hurt.

Jewel: Hey, I'm having a little bit of trouble here. That *points* was supposed to be a lemon. Do you see any lemon?

Goku: *looks around* I don't see any lemons. Or lemonade.

Vegeta: Can I beat him again?

Jewel: Feel free.

Vegeta: *begins beating Goku*

Goku: OOOOWWWWIIIEEE! Stop it!

My apologies, people. There was supposed to be a lemon. Really, there was. It just… went thataway! *spots the elusive lemon and takes off after it*