WARNING: Very excessive violence and implied sex, not quite yaoi because there is no sex but not shounen ai 'cause it's not fluff.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

"So how was your day, honey?"

Goten looked at Paris. "It was great." He sat on the couch beside Paris and handed her a glass of wine. "How was your day?"

Paris immediately launched into the difficulties of her day. Goten tried to act interested, he just kept on smiling and nodding. Paris stopped talking and Goten leaned into kiss her. She kissed him back. When Goten went to put his own glass of wine down, he missed the table and it spilt all over the couch and onto Paris.

Paris broke the kiss and glared at Goten. Goten tried to apologize but her hand coming across his face cut him off. Goten raised a hand to his raw cheek and winced. That hurt a lot. Goten fought back tears as she began screaming at him and he felt another hand come across his face. Goten watched her walk angrily to the bedroom and slam the door behind her.

Goten wiped his eyes on his sleeve and began cleaning up the mess. He scrubbed the couch and when he was done he realized he had nowhere to sleep. He would definitely not be allowed in his room, and the couch needed to be dried. Goten grabbed his coat and left the small apartment. Goten went outside and flew to Trunks' house. The cold winter air caused his teeth to chatter uncontrollably and he stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep them warm. Soon he could see Trunks' house in the distance, it was the one of the few that didn't have Christmas lights on it.

Goten touched down in front of the big house and knocked on the door. Goten knew it was late but hoped that his best friend would still be awake. Trunks opened the door in nothing but his boxers.

"Oh, hey Goten. What are you doing here?" Yawned Trunks.

Goten's voice cracked as he tried to not sob. "Me and Paris had a fight. I was wondering if I could spend the night with you?"

Trunks looked at Goten's red cheeks and his black, watery eyes. "Of course you can." Trunks looked sadly at his friend as Goten stepped into the house. He had noticed how sad Goten had been lately, it made him want to kill Paris for the grief she caused his best friend. Trunks felt more for Goten then what he felt appropriate but he hid it so as not to cause his friend anymore stress.

Trunks went to a cupboard and grabbed some blankets for Goten to sleep on. He went to the couch in his living room and made Goten a bed. Goten thanked him and lied down. Trunks sat down on the edge of the couch beside Goten.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Goten looked at Trunks sadly. "I accidently spilt wine on her and then she hit me."

Trunks frowned at Goten. "You shouldn't put up with her crap Goten. Just because she is a girl doesn't mean she can hit you. Leave her."

Goten looked tiredly at Trunks. "But I love her, Trunks."

"Goten, she isn't good enough for you." Trunks shook his head and stood. He looked at Goten sadly. 'I am, I would never hurt you, Goten.' Trunks walked back to his room, as Goten fell asleep.

The next morning, Goten woke up to the smell if breakfast. He found that odd because he always made breakfast. The memories of the night before came and Goten sighed. He sat up and looked at his clothes. He was still wearing the same clothes as last night.

Goten sat fingering his shirt. He looked up when he heard Trunks call him for breakfast. Goten stood up and walked to the kitchen where he sat at a small table in there.

"Hey sleepyhead. Feeling better?"

Goten nodded. "Yes, thank you." Goten sat and began shovelling bacon and eggs into his mouth. Goten could feel Trunks' eye's on him, he looked up and met Trunks' gaze.

Trunks was wearing a grey and black vertically striped suit. He was drinking his coffee in sips, examining Goten over the rim of his cup. He smiled when Goten looked at him.

"Trunks, thanks for everything but I gotta go. I need to buy Paris a present before work so I have to leave now."

"But, you didn't even shower. Why don't you buy it after work?"

Goten shook his head. "I don't want to be late coming home, Paris hates it. See you later."

Trunks watched as his friend pushed himself from the table and walked out of the room. He heard the front door close in a moment. He sighed and began to clean the dishes.

***

Later that night Goten stood in front of the door to his apartment. He breathed nervously and opened the door to his apartment. He walked in. The hand that held the dozen lilies he had bought Paris shook nervously.

"Paris?"

"J-just a minute!" Paris' voice was a little raspy.

Goten stood in the middle of his living room waiting for Paris. He heard movement come from his room. Paris came out in a few minutes and walked over to Goten.

"These are for you." He handed the flowers to the brunette. "I'm sorry."

Paris cooed. "Oh thank you Goten!" Paris wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. She turned him so that his back was to the path from the bedroom to the front door. Paris held Goten tightly as a man slipped from the bedroom and made a break for the front door, opening it and closing it behind himself.

Goten pulled back from Paris as he heard the front door slam. "What was that?"

Paris looked around coolly. "It was just the wind." Her face showed no signs of betrayal. She was well practiced in her lies. "Put those in water."

Goten took the flowers back from her and got out a vase to put them in. He arranged them neatly and looked at Paris. "What would you like for dinner?"

"Spaghetti."

Goten went to the kitchen like an obedient puppy and began pulling ingredients out. He was pouring water into a pot when Paris stopped him.

"I changed my mind. I want salmon." She said in a sweet voice.

Goten eeped. "But we don't have any salmon."

Paris narrowed her eyes and clenched her teeth. "Well you had better go get some then, hadn't you?"

Goten grabbed his coat and left with out a word of protest.

An hour later found Goten and Paris eating their dinner. Paris wiped her mouth on her napkin and stood up. "I'm going out, I'll see you later, Goten." She left without another word.

Goten finished his supper alone and then began doing the dishes. Goten built up the bubbles and scrubbed at the dishes. Just as he finished, the phone rang. Goten reached for it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Goten. It's Trunks, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for breakfast tomorrow morning? Then we can go shopping for Christmas presents."

"I don't know Trunks. I'd have to ask Paris if she wants too."

"Goten, I'm asking you. Not Paris."

Goten bit his lip. "Well . . ."

"Alright then! I'll be there at 8:00!" Trunks hung up before Goten could deny him.

Goten put the phone on the receiver and finished cleaning the kitchen. He walked over to the couch. He pulled out the remote and flicked through the few channels he had been able to afford. He got bored and went to his room. Goten stripped down to his boxers and climbed into his bed. He stayed on the far edge Paris had restricted him too and fell asleep.

***

Later that night Paris walked into the apartment quietly and saw the television was still on. She grew very angry at the irresponsible behavior of her boyfriend and walked to the kitchen. She didn't bother to think about the fact that it had been cleaned as she reached for the utensil drawer. Paris pulled out a chef's knife. She slipped into her bedroom.

There she found Goten lying in bed. He was sleeping on his back with his mouth slightly open. The moonlight that came in through the window illuminated his face. He looked so vulnerable. Perfect.

Paris circled over to his side of the bed and brought the knife high above her head. She held it with both hands and brought it down fast. The knife entered his skin above his hip. She quickly withdrew and prepared to bring it down again. This time over his heart.

Goten opened his eyes and gasped he moved to the side just in time for the knife to miss his heart. It entered on the other side of his chest. Goten gasped. He looked down his torso and saw blood swelling out of his wounds. He looked up and saw the fury in Paris' eyes. He pleaded weakly.

"P-Paris. Please. Don't"

Paris brought the knife down onto his shoulder and sliced him. The pain overwhelmed Goten and he fainted. Paris ran the knife over his skin a couple more times. The insane thoughts that ran through Paris' mind told her she was not finished yet. Paris walked calmly to the bathroom and poured cold water into the tub.

While it filled, she went back to the room and began dragging Goten's limp body to the bathroom. Drops of blood rooled off his chest and landed on the floor. She turned off the water, pulled off his boxers and tried to lift him into the tub, but he was too heavy. With a loud 'crack' he dropped onto the floor. Paris tried again. This time she managed to roll him into the freezing water.

Paris walked over to her freezer and pulled out several trays' of ice. She came back to the bathroom. Goten's shallow breathing was the only noise he made as she dropped the ice cubes onto him.

Paris stood and walked to the door. She looked at him. Blood was creeping from the various wounds on his body. It floated in the water in clouds. Melting ice cubes clinked against the side of the tub. Goten's head was rolled to the side, resting on the side of the tub. A small trickle of blood crept down between his eyebrows.

Paris smiled with what she felt was a job well done. "Goodnight, Goten." She flicked off the lights and closed the door behind her.

***

Trunks stood in front of the door to Goten's apartment, wearing a casual t- shirt and jeans. He knocked, no answer. "Goten?"

Trunks knocked again. No answer, again. He was beginning to get worried. He tested the doorknob. Trunks gave it a light twist and the door swung open. Trunks scanned the room for anything out of place. The television was still on and it flashed colours across the grey apartment. The rediculous sounds of Saturday morning cartoons was the only sound. Wind ruffled the curtains of an open window. Trunks walked in and shut off the t.v. and closed the window.

"Goten? Paris?" No answer.

Trunks looked around and noticed a brown substance on the carpet by his feet. He knelt down and touched it. It was a little damp. Trunks brought his fingers to his lips and lightly let his tongue taste it. Trunks recoiled. Blood.

Trunks followed the trail to the bathroom and opened to door and flicked on the lights. Trunks gasped at the sight that met his eyes. Goten was still lying in the tub. The water had turned a sick brown. Goten's lips were blue and he had goose bumps all over his body. He was barely breathing.

Trunks reached out to touch Goten's hand. His hand skimmed the freezing water. He shivered. Trunks pulled back and rolled up his sleeve. He pulled the plug and let the cold water drain. He began to pour warm water on Goten. Trunks ran into the kitchen while warm water filled the bathtub. He grabbed the phone and called the only person he could think of in his panicked state. Bulma, his mother.

Bulma said she'd be there soon.

Trunks went back to the bathroom. He turned off the taps and stripped down to his boxers. He slipped into the tub behind Goten. Trunks gently rubbed the young man's thigh's trying to warm him up. Tears started to roll down his face when he got no response from Goten.

"Please Goten, please wake up. You've been through worse." Trunks brought up a hand and pulled Goten's head to his chest. "You hear that? It's my heart. You keep it beating, Goten. I love you." Trunks sobbed heavily.

Goten's eyes flickered open. "Trunks?" His voice was hollowed with pain. Or maybe the hollowness was from the hole in his chest.

But Trunks' heart still almost burst with happiness.

"Do you really feel that way?" Goten spoke weakly as he struggled to move his tongue around the words.

Trunks nodded. "Of course I do."

Goten closed his eyes.

"Goten! Stay awake, keep on talking."

Goten flickered his eyes back open. "It hurts so bad, Trunks. I'm so cold."

Trunks began rubbing Goten's skin again, careful not to touch any of his wounds. Trunks didn't notice the sound of several people appear in the living room. He didn't even look up when the bathroom door opened. He just watched Goten as he mumbled something about salmon.

"Goten!" Goku, Chi-chi, Bulma and Vegeta piled into the small bathroom.

Goku looked afraid to come to close. Vegeta had stepped back and kept his face neutral. Bulma brought her hand up to her mouth and looked pale. Chi- chi was the one who had called Goten's name. She also looked faint.

Trunks looked up with tears in his eyes. "Help." He whispered weakly.



Author's note: So what do you think? Did you think it was sad? Do you think I'm a sick fuck who should burn in hell for doing that to such an innocent creature? (Hopefully not the last one) Oh well. Flames do hurt me but you have my permission. (I'm kind of asking for it) but I did warn you. It'll hurt for a bit but I'll get over it. I was watching an infomercial and BAM this hit me, so you can get mad at them if you want. I don't know who it was, for knives or something.