OK, so this, along with my other story 'The Wrong Thing To Do' was originally posted on my other account. This has now been moved here and deleted on the other account, which OBVIOUSLY means I did not plagiarize it. This story IS a Goten/Trunks, however, this first chapter is a little…Goten/Vegeta. Please don't kill me! This was originally supposed to be a Goten/Vegeta story but it evolved into this XD I'm really not happy with this chapter, but I vowed to not change anything so there you go -smiles-

I'm really sorry to those who followed this on my last account. The move was short notice and if I could remember all your usernames I would message you and tell you about this story now and everything…so if you're reading this, the few of you that followed this through my irregular updates XD, I'm so, so sorry and I hope you decide to follow this story now that it's being reposted :)

Oh, and I edited it for spelling mistakes ^^ annnnd this will be a little OOC in my opinion. You might think otherwise though, I dunno. There will be minimal OCs and I can say this already, that by chapter 8, there are still no OCs! Cool, huh? And I HAVEN'T edited any of the actual story, just the spelling mistakes :P

Love,

Matt

(hehe, my spell check changed 'account' into accocunt XD)

Oh, and this chapter contains limey-ness.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.

Coincidence

Chapter 1

I love you. Your flaming hair; defying gravity. Your tail, the mesmerizing length swishing behind your back, at times resting around your waist. They told me about the first time you came to Earth. You were with Nappa, your blue spandex tightly enveloping your whole muscular body. The short muscular legs; the strong steadfast arms resting on your chest. Your smirk… They say your brutality shone forth as you threw your partner into the air and blasted him to oblivion. I'd give anything to be Gohan, to see your strength so plainly, your cruelty, and your passion. Years have passed since then. You had a son, and my Dad had another and now I'm here and so are you. Trunks is so lucky to have you as a father. Your wife is even luckier. Even my Dad is luckier than me. I envy them all, every time they all interact with you in some way I feel the jealousy coming on. I want you. I want to be with you. But, it's too soon isn't it? Trunks is only 17 and I'm 16. I'm old enough to be your son. I'm younger than your son.

I quickly snap out of my daydream, sitting by the tree that I usually sit by as I feel an approaching ki. It's Trunks. I put the book I hadn't been reading aside and get up as he gets onto the grass.

"Hey Trunks, what's up?" I smile.

"Goten! I was just wondering if you were in the mood for a spar?" he says, bringing his fist up in front of him in determination.

We fly to a better destination as I don't feel like destroying my favorite brooding place would be such a good idea.

We finally land somewhere beyond the mountains, where there is only gravel and more rocks. I see Trunks getting into the fighting stance and a smirk appears on his face. I follow suit and soon we are at it.

Punch, punch, kick, punch.

We are equally matched.

We power up to Super Saiyan, the swishing noise emanating from the golden energy can be heard in the deafening silence of our arena.

"Brace yourself." Trunks says as he lurches forward and punches me in the chest.

I fall backwards and he lands another one on my jaw. Somehow I manage to hit back and the next thing I know I have the advantage. After 2 more hours of more or less the same thing, we decide to let our limp bodies rest on the hard ground.

"Fuuuck." Trunks groans. I laugh.

As I walk into the kitchen I can smell the sweet scent of Mom's cooking and I'm left breathless as I realize.

Lasagna, my favorite.

"Oh Mom, that smells gooood." I say.

I can feel her smile, no fights between Dad and her today. That's good. There hasn't really been any threats to the Earth lately and since Buu there really hasn't been much for Mom to complain about so mostly she just starts fights that are completely absurd and random.

Last night there had been a big argument over an unwashed plate. I'm so glad Mom isn't a Saiyan. She would have gone super Saiyan last night if she could. Women.

My Dad comes inside, smiling; he's in a good mood. We all sit down at the table as we see that Mom has finished cooking. It's only the three of us. Gohan lives with Videl. They now have a daughter together.

The next morning I fly over to Capsule Corp to see if Trunks is in the mood for another spar.

"Oh, hey Goten!" Bulma says as she welcomes me into the kitchen, "Trunks is in the Gravity Room I think."

I walk outside, the sun almost blinding me with its brightness. Today is beautiful, I think as I close my eyes and let it all in. Not seeing where I am going I walk into something, falling back in surprise.

"Watch where you're going, brat."

It's him. I can't even see his face for the silhouette the sun is causing, but I know his face is stern and he's looking at me. He's looking at me.

"What do you want?" he scowls.

His beauty is mesmerizing. I slowly adjust to the light and can see that his fierce black pools are piercing into mine.

"I just…I was looking for Trunks. Bulma – "

"That woman." he scoffs as he cuts me off, "He's not even home."

"But she – "

"Never mind what she said. The boy isn't here."

He continues staring at me.

"Well, are you going to get up or not?" his hands are still folded around his chest. A sign of royal annoyance.

I reach out my hand, "Can you give me a hand?"

"Hn."

He pulls me up and then walks away.

Dear Lord.

I lie on my bed still gasping at the thought that the prince touched me today. He actually helped me off the ground. His warm rough touch, his large hand grapping mine so gently. He'd been gentle. He hadn't grabbed it hard and pulled me up, as one would expect him to do. He'd embraced the hand softly and helped me stagger up. As if I was the most fragile thing.

I blushed at the thought.

Those eyes. God, those eyes, they just left a big burning hole in me. Those black pools of passion and hatred could pierce through anything. How I longed to feel the exceptional warmth that only a Saiyan could bring. No, scratch that. Only the prince could bring. God, how I want to be embraced by those bulging biceps, to be pinned to the wall, to be – no. I can't think like that.

The next day Trunks came over. We sparred all morning and then had lunch.

"You know, Goten, Mom said you'd come looking for me yesterday."

"That's true." I said as I waited for Trunks to continue.

"Why didn't you wait till I got back?" he asked, while nibbling on his sandwich.

"Well, Vegeta wasn't the most welcoming yesterday." I managed to get out, making it sound unusually casual.

"Aww, don't worry about him, he's always like that."

After a long pause he continued, "Anyway, you should come over sometime so we can spar in the Gravity Room. We'll up the gravity and see who lasts the longest!" Trunks excitedly blurted out.

"You're on!"

A week later I decided to take Trunks up on the offer. I had spent all week training and I was eager to see how far I'd improved.

"Hey, Goten! Finally." Trunks grimaced. "I was beginning to think you'd chicken out!" he added.

"Ha! No way!" I said, although I had actually chickened out about coming here, but not because of the Gravity Room.

After a few more exchanges of insults we proceeded to the Gravity Chamber. Trunks punched in some things and then the door closed behind us. He continued punching in the gravity.

"We'll start with 300. Unless, that's too much for little Goten?"

"Asshole." I joked. I'd show him just how much stronger I'd gotten once he'd get in his fighting stance.

And we were off. I punched and kicked at his legs and chest, almost falling down in the process. I managed to land some fierce hits and I could see Trunks gasping for air at my newly acquired strength. In a manner of minutes he was on his knees, one hand supporting him on the floor, the other on his chest, trying to catch his breath.

"Whoa, Goten!" he said once he'd finally caught his breath.

"Too much for you?" I giggled innocently, proud at my victory, but trying to seem oblivious to it.

He seemed really shocked at my newfound strength. It made me proud. Vegeta would be proud. Maybe. I hope so. I wish he were here to see this.

"Ready to give up yet?" I teased.

At that moment Trunks leaped up from where he was kneeling and attacked. He landed a few punches, but I was quick. Trunks seemed stunned at my increase in speed too. The thought made me smirk.

Suddenly, the door opened behind us.

"Well, I didn't know I had such a weakling for a son." He said in what appeared to be disgust.

After a few moments, Trunks finally spoke up.

"God Dad….he's stronger…really…" Trunks managed to get out as he bended over on the floor, trying to regain his breath.

Then Trunks collapsed.

Vegeta just stood there. Staring at his son, his arms crossed before him as always.

"God, Vegeta, we need to get him to the emergency wing!" I panicked as I tried to lift my unconscious friend up. I was finally successful as I dragged him to Capsule Corps own "hospital" with my own hands, Vegeta not seeming the least bit worried about his son's state.

It seemed that neither Bulma nor Vegeta had any senzu beans on them so Trunks would have to recover the old fashioned way.

"Goten." It was Vegeta. He stood by the entrance, leaning on the wall, as nonchalantly as ever.

I looked at him.

"Yeah?" It came out as a whisper.

I hadn't really thought about Vegeta all that much in the last week. I'd been training a lot and now with Trunks so beaten up, I'd really not had time to register the fact that Vegeta had been standing so close to me.

"Congratulations, you almost managed to kill my son." He smirked.

I couldn't tell if he felt contempt or not. It was always so hard to tell with Vegeta, he'd said it so sarcastically. Maybe it was a compliment. I blushed at the idea. He noticed the rush of blood to my face and snorted. Then he left.

I came by every day after that to check on how Trunks was doing.

I spent every lunch there and I would eat my sandwich while watching him sleep with all those tubes attached to his body as if some monster had tried to kill him. I hadn't realized how badly beaten he'd been until I'd brought him in here. But I knew he was going to be fine. I didn't have nearly enough power to kill him. And besides, he was the son of the Prince of all Saiyans, he would never be beaten by a third class.

During my daily visits I always hoped that Vegeta would somehow be close to Trunks so that I had reason to speak with him again, or not even that, just to watch him or feel his presence, his ki.

Even his ki was magical. He was so stern all the time. God, I'd give anything to know how he thinks, what it is that makes him so tough, so masculine, so feminine.

God! Did I just think that? Did I just think of Vegeta as feminine? Holy fucking shit! I knew I found him sexy, but feminine? God, I'm really going crazy.

"What are you laughing about?" he scoffed as he came into the room.

How embarrassing! I must've started laughing at my weird and perverted thoughts and now Vegeta thought I was laughing at his son.

"Oh, I…uh…"

"Hn. You find it amusing that my son is so badly beaten?" he demanded, seeming angry in my ears.

"Vegeta, no! I just…" God, I must have sounded pathetic.

"Calm down boy! It was only a question." He smirked again.

He was toying with me.

I couldn't utter another word.

I completely take back calling Vegeta feminine.

There was nothing feminine about him.

He was strong, intimidating, and beautiful. Oh God, here we go again.

"What is the matter with you boy?" he was right next to me now, probably taking advantage of my constant state of reverie.

"Vegeta…"

As if he could read my mind, he smirked.

"When you're done wallowing in self pity, come join me in the Gravity Room."

As soon as he left I exhaled all the tension I'd been holding inside since he'd stepped into the room.

Nervous. Very, very nervous.

As I walked into the Gravity Room all I could see was the blue spandex hugging his hips, his thighs, his gorgeous buttocks.

He turned around and smirked.

"So you managed to single handedly almost kill my son." I gasped at his words and his smirk grew wider, "Impressive."

I must have looked mortified. I was stunned, shocked, no…I don't know what I was. But, mixed with my nervous feelings about being alone in a room with Vegeta, all these feelings didn't bode well. It was…weird.

"Show me." he commanded.

Huh?

"What?" I said in surprise.

"Show me your 'great strength'." He mocked.

My cheeks blushed again.

How foolish of me to think that Vegeta would admire me. How could he make me feel so embarrassed when I'd definitely done something that would be seen as admirable for a "third class", at least in his eyes?

He raised an eyebrow at my obvious indecision.

"Fine." I hissed, not wishing to stand his demeaning words any longer.

I'd show him.

I lunged for him and kicked and jabbed, aiming for his chest, his shoulders, his cheeks; anything to land a blow.

He kept blocking my every move with ease, barely making a sweat, as I started to pant in exertion.

I stopped.

I needed tactics to beat Vegeta, even if this was just a "friendly spar". Hmpf, who am I kidding? Nothing is ever friendly with Vegeta.

I backed away, lest he decide to pounce on me.

"You're fast." He remarked with a friendly smirk.

My eyes bulged.

He gave a throaty laugh.

My face contorted.

"Why are you laughing!" I almost screamed.

"Your face!" he laughed, slapping his thigh in his amusement, "It's priceless!"

He continued his chuckling, but brought it to a stop as he turned to leave.

"Oh, calm down." He stated.

I turned around, still seething, "It's not funny!"

He smiled, "Yes, it is."

He kept smiling at me like that, nothing mocking in his face.

As I noticed he wasn't making fun of me anymore, I calmed down.

My face returned to its original innocent Son grimace. I placed my hand behind my head and laughed sheepishly, the trademark Son gesture.

He scoffed at this.

"You truly are Kakarrot's boy."

I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not, but I smiled nonetheless.

He made a half smile, half smirk.

"Come back when you're ready to really fight. I'll be waiting."

And with that, he strolled past me out of the Gravity Chamber.

I remained there for a while. Vegeta thought I was capable of more. Had I not used my full potential? That was what he was implying wasn't it? Perhaps I hadn't. Not like I did with Trunks. Trunks would be able to land a kick on his father. So was I. I was holding back.

I shrugged, and then left the Chamber.

At home, I did my homework as usual, Mom not being quite as strict on me, but still not relenting when it came to "important" things like education.

I didn't mind though.

I didn't understand all of it anyway, most of it was too confusing, but I tried my best, nonetheless.

"Go~ten, dinner's ready!" my mother called through my bedroom door, a room that had once belonged to my now adult big brother.

I actually missed Gohan; he'd always been there for me. He was the father figure that I could always count on, not that I didn't love my Dad, but Gohan was Gohan and, well, Dad was…Goku. I just didn't know him that well.

I went into the kitchen, smiling in my usual fashion, quite happy to be relaxing for once. I always used to get into trouble with Trunks, but now that he was so badly hurt I didn't really get into much trouble. I enjoyed the break from the constant action.

"You look chipper, Goten," my mother stated, "did you do anything fun today?"

I shrugged. I wasn't going to tell her about "sparring" with Vegeta. It hadn't exactly been fun, all I'd felt was uncomfortable and nervous, and besides, she didn't exactly approve of fighting anyway, let alone with the prince. But I'd been giddy nonetheless. It had been exhilarating.

"No, Mom, just the usual." I smiled.

"Did you go to see Trunks?" she said before shoving a fork full of food into her mouth.

"Yeah." I said in monotone.

It wasn't exactly news. Trunks had been in that hospital bed for over a week now. He was getting better, but he was still in no shape to move around, even if he had regained consciousness. However, every time I visited him, he was always asleep, so I really didn't know how much better he'd gotten. I guess the only ones who really knew were Bulma and Vegeta. Or maybe just Bulma.

I left the table when I'd finished my dinner, my Mom insisting that I do so. I don't know why she let me leave early. Usually she found it to be "improper", but today seemed to be an exception. She was so happy. I'm glad her and Dad were doing OK.

Once inside my room, I decided to finish some homework I'd been neglecting.

Sure, Mom thought I was a good student, like Gohan had been, but the truth was, I wasn't nearly as genial as him. I did do my homework from time to time, but sometimes it was just too darn frustrating, not understanding some of the concepts and questions we were assigned. So a lot of the time, I just ignored doing the work. It's not like I would do a very good job at it if I did anyway.

The next day was a Monday, which meant that I had to go to school. I'd thought about skipping, and just going over to see Trunks and Vegeta, but I knew it wasn't a good idea. If I didn't attend, the school would call my Mom, and I don't know what she'd do to me if she found out how poor my grades currently were.

The day seemed to drag on forever. I had friends in school, but no one as close as Trunks. Well, nobody else was Saiyan, so I really couldn't expect to relate to them in the same way. School just seemed lonelier without Trunks. Trunks was a troublemaker, but I was no innocent child either. Right about now I really wished he were here so I didn't have to listen to this teacher go on about mathematical formulas that I didn't understand anyway.

After school, I went to Capsule Corp.

Trunks was awake when I arrived.

"Trunks!" I hollered in fear and happiness, "Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry!"

I almost cried on the spot.

He smiled weakly at my reaction. I guess he was still tired.

"Hah, Goten." He joked, "You're the one whose gonna be sorry once I beat your ass."

It should've come out as a snort, I suppose, but he was too damn weak and tired.

I smiled. I was glad he was OK. I don't know what I'd do if I'd lost my best friend. Probably wish him back with the Dragon Balls.

"What are you smiling at, Goten?" my friend inquired.

I grinned back, the smile almost breaking my face in half.

"I've missed you." I said.

He smiled back.

I left his room when he went back to sleep. He was so tired, but I was just happy that I'd seen him awake. He looked so fragile in that hospital bed, the white of the walls illuminating his face and turning it into a sickly pallor. Poor Trunks. I'm glad there were no mirrors in that room.

As I exited the dome, I paused for a minute, considering whether I should go see Vegeta.

He'd told me to come back to fight when I was ready, right? But, was I ready?

I hadn't fought with all my strength yesterday. I don't know why, but he could tell. I couldn't even tell. But, I guess because his son could beat him up pretty bad, and because I'd beaten up his son, he knew I had more strength than that. I frowned.

I took off into the sky, and flew home.

Vegeta was a beautiful man.

I'd thought often about life on Frieza's ship, and what being a warrior in space really entailed.

When I was younger, I'd imagined all the alien races pining for him, and declaring their undying devotion right before he blew them to smithereens. I liked the idea of people desiring the prince. He was so godly. If Planet Vegeta still existed and I lived there together with my Dad and my brother, and whatever mother I would have if my father had never met my mother, I imagined that he would be like a God to me. I don't know many Saiyans, but I can bet that none of them were as mesmerizing as Vegeta.

That night, I had a dream about the prince.

He'd been laying sprawled out for me, so delectable with his eyes closed and his mouth open. He really looked beautiful like that.

I was dumbstruck at the sight. I felt my breathing hitch, my heartbeat racing, and my body tensing up. This was just too unreal. He was so beautiful.

The fact that it was a dream didn't escape me. Vegeta wasn't the submissive type and never would be. I don't think I wanted him to be either, but this…this was something else.

But, I didn't care.

As I approached, he parted his thighs slightly, ever so slow, as if expecting me; never once opening his eyes.

I gasped at the sight. A very thin white sheet was covering his body, and with the slight movement of his limbs, it was obvious that he had nothing on underneath those sheets.

His chest was bare, revealing every crevice and sensual bump of tan skin.

His breathing was deep, as if he was asleep, but the soft groans he was making betrayed this fact.

The prince was indeed awake and he was waiting for me.

I narrowed the distance between us quite quickly and very gently pulled on the white sheet, making it reveal more of his godly flesh.

I reveled in his beauty.

For surely, there was no other word to describe such a person. Even Trunks had nothing on him, and he was his son.

He gasped at the cool air making contact with his skin, and I could see goose bumps slowly rise up from his otherwise flawless skin.

When he felt my hand upon his skin, his eyes fluttered open and he gazed at me, looking ever so fragile and innocent.

My hand traced over that delicate skin, warily tracing every curve of muscle on that warm thigh, tracing further along even as I got to the sheet that was still covering his length.

I was scared that he would suddenly lash out and punch me, but he never did.

He blinked a few times, before closing his eyes again; awaiting whatever touch I had to offer.

My hand slipped further and further along, feeling every bump and any heat his body could offer.

There was no doubt about the fact that he was stark naked under those sheets, a fact that seemed to only make my chilly flesh burn with more anticipation.

My fingertips traced lightly over his gorgeous length, eliciting a sharp gasp from him.

I leaned in and kissed the limp member. I placed gentle butterflies all over that beautiful manhood of his and started teasing it with my tongue as I noticed it slowly getting hard. I made sure to treat him with utmost gentleness, not wishing to taint him in any way.

He jerked his hips, craving more contact. He whimpered at my soft caresses.

When my mouth enveloped his now swollen member he moaned.

I looked up to catch a glimpse of his pleasure filled expression, and what I saw took my breath away.

His cheeks were flushed, his adam's apple bobbing as his mouth was agape, intensely enveloped by his pleasure. Had his face not revealed all this, it would be beautifully rendered to me by the orgasm inducing sounds he was making.

I sucked hard on his erection, causing him to grunt loudly, clutching the few sheets that lay beneath him. I sucked more and more demandingly, wanting to feel the salty succulence of his sweet essence, and taste it. I bobbed my head in rhythm with his increasing gasps and moans, and when he grabbed my head to try and get more of my sweet mouth, I knew I had him then and there.

He silently erupted in my mouth; the seed shooting far down my throat as he thrust deep inside me. When he relinquished his hold on my head, I tasted the drops still coating his member and dripping down my chin.

Sweet and salty.

Well, not that I'd expected anything more. It was, after all, only a dream.

I awoke with a start as I came to the realization.

I had known all along that it hadn't been real, but he'd just looked so delectable in that position.

The whole thing had been like a daze, and I had known constantly that it had only been a dream, but when I first caught sight of him, I rummaged all those reasonable thoughts to the back of my mind, if only to relish in the possibility that I might one day be that close to the Prince. Close enough to feel his warm skin beneath my fingertips.

Although I knew that the chance was slim that Vegeta would ever look at me twice, let alone have any feelings of either attachment or desire towards me, I couldn't help but want him. Now more than ever.

Maybe it was just the sight of him writhing beneath me, so entranced in his pleasure, so lost in his desire that he was no longer the prince, but rather himself. A man consumed by passion; honest in his every move. That was the Vegeta I had seen and that was the person I wanted to know. Even if it had only been a dream.

Even though I knew the chance was slim of ever being with him in that way, I felt elated. Perhaps it was the thought of my planned upcoming seduction, or maybe it was the dream. Either way, that dream had sparked something in me, something Saiyan. There was no turning back now. I needed this.

I know this chapter sucked but please review? I worked really hard on it (even though it sucked) and I'd love some feedback or comments or…even flames? See how open-minded I am? I even accept the haters XD

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