I do not own DBZ or anything like that. (* = flashback) WARNING(W): -. Lemon... or is Lime? .-

MisUnderstood

Chapter 3

Vegeta stood atop a mountain staring into the heavens. "Haven't I made amends? Why have you forsaken me," he slumped down to his knees in defeat.

"I'm sorry, Porunga can't grant your wish," the slender green being said, "Bulma has died of natural causes."

"Dammit," he spat out grabbing the young Namekian by his collar. "Something attacked my wife! Tell me how is that natural."

"Vegeta it's not his fault," Goku said cueing the release of the young Namekian. "Sorry for that Paea, can you ask what happened to her? There was a strange energy level present." Paea gave a silent nod before turning to address the dragon.

Porunga now spoke loudly in a language both the Saiyans could understand, "A wish was made to Shenron by a Bura. She wanted to become a full Saiyan without losing her genetic bond to her mother. So your Bulma was one of three to receive a spiritual Ki transfer. She was able to survive the initial transfer due to her strong will but her body was too weak."

"Why can't you bring her back? How is this a natural death," Vegeta barked angerly, "Bring her back."

The large muscular dragon did not wait for a translation his voice roaring through the blackened sky, "The Spiritual Ki transfer is not what killed your Bulma. If it did it would not have been able to be completed. The Spiritual Ki transfer itself is instant and would cause instant death. After completion, natural physical changes occur within the body depending on the type of transfer that is made. And those changes can take up to four earth weeks to complete depending on the beings natural ki. Bulma's strong will prevent death during the transfer but her heart was unable to endure the pain of her new form. I shall warn you that the one who made this wish may be too weak as well." The dragon left in a bright flash as the balls ascended to the blackened sky and were spread across the strange planet. *

In a sudden flash of a brilliant white light silently fractured the dreary night sky pulling Vegeta from his thoughts. The deep roar of thunder filled the sky as the heavy gray clouds burst, moistening the earth below. "That foolish girl, damn her. I should have killed her as soon as she had awoken." He saw himself as weak for succumbing to human emotion. Vegeta had killed many close to him but he couldn't do it to her. Something in him wouldn't allow him to and he hated himself for it, all of it. The pain he felt because he loved his wife and the love that saved his daughter.

"You can not just abandon her... No matter what Vegeta-," a warm voice echoed through his mind.

"Shut up women," he shouted into the empty night. He slammed his fist into the ground out of frustration the rain masking his tears, "Why do command my thought even from the grave. When did I become this loathsome pathic being?" Vegeta stood erect crossing his arms over his chest. "Kakarot, do have no decency? You can not just infringe on my privacy as you see fit," he snapped angerly.

"I miss her too Vegeta."

Vegeta turned to facing Goku boring holes into the windows of the taller Saiyan's soul, "What do you want, Kakarot?"

"Wanna spar," Goku laughed uncomfortably scratching the back of his head. The Saiyan Prince launched forward with incredible speed and force striking him in his chest. It sent him flying across the valley and into the adjacent mountain behind him. He powered up carving out the side of the mountain freeing himself from the stone tomb. "Hey, no fair Vegeta. I wasn't ready," he whined with smirk taking stance mid-air. Vegeta launched forward with even more intensity from the rage brewing within. His strikes blurred with such speed becoming invisible to the untrained eye. Goku blocked the first punch and then the knee but was struck with a hook kick to the elbow tossing him to the side. He caught himself mid-air as a sorrowful look became him. "Vegeta." Goku knew this wouldn't be their average sparring match. He might play the clown but he isn't stupid, it's just a part of who he is. Being such a carefree and fun loving person, Goku couldn't imagine how Vegeta was feeling right now. "Bulma's gone and there was nothing he could do about it. I'm sorry, Vegeta."

Powering up, Vegeta growled out with enmity at his opponents changed state as blue bolts of lightning struck the ground around him. Goku mimicked the older Saiyan, increasing his own strength as well. "I do not need the pity of a Third Class Saiyan," he said forcefully. They both moved simultaneously, exchanging blows. Moving so quickly their movements became obscure in the stormy sky.

X*

"Hey man, do you plan on staying up all night again. Dude, I mean it's the fourth night in a row," Goten said entering the room from the large open window of Trunks's office. "Even though your full Saiyan it can't be healthy for you to just drink and work 24/7. Well, not 7 but-. Whatever you know what I mean and Valese agreed with me."

Trunks remained entranced on the glass of swirling brown liquid he rocked in his hand. "Do you want to train or-," he paused drinking the entire contents of the glass, "Or did you come for an early 'Taco Tuesday'?"

"Seriously man, maybe you should talk about it," he said stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Shit, I thought I would at least be the one you could talk to in a time like this. I'm worried about you."

"What do want me to say Goten? That I'm ok? That I forgive her," Trunks sucked his teeth at his own statement, "No, Goten there is nothing to talk about. What is done, is done."

"Your right, what's done is done but your not just grieving Trunks, you're angry," Goten said staring down his friend.

"That is a stage of grieving," Trunks interrupted.

"Well, you're not just angry that your mom is gone but you're angry at Bura, your little sister. Dude, I would be angry too but you're not dealing with it. You haven't talked to her. You just kicked her out, no explanation," he paused releasing a soft sigh, "Pan says Bura is really confused about the whole thing. You know, I just-. I have been your friend since forever, I know you."

"You don't know how I feel Goten. You don't know how I feel about anything," he mumbled lowly. He walked around leaning back against the front of his desk. Trunks ran his hand through his now black hair letting out a soft sigh, "Do you want to go to the bedroom or we could just stay here."

"Man, you look so much like Vegeta. Vegeta with blue eyes, it's scary."

Trunks let out a small chuckle, "I mean it's not like you'll be looking back at my face. I mean, you have never done that before. Why start now?" The blush of embarrassment on Goten's face was enough to send Trunks into a full on laugh.

"Well I'm glad I can bring some joy to your day," Goten said sarcastically.

"You're just so cute," he grinned widely.

"How many times Trunks? How many times do I have to ask you to not call me that?" The sound of slight agitation echoed through Goten's words as he glared into cerulean eyes.

He stared back at him with a soft expression before loosening his tie. "OK Mr. Gummpy, let's train since you're so upset." Trunks made his way towards large french casement window, tossing his tie onto one of the extra seats. "My dad still hasn't been back, so the gravity chamber is open for use. Plus I haven't been able to try this new power out yet." Undoing the top two buttons of his white button-down, he was ready. "Well then, I will lead the way." The two flew out the window of his office to the chamber several yards away. Trunks pushed in some numbers on the panel left of the door, ordering it to open. "Lady's first," he said motioning the younger Saiyan inside.

"Whatever," the spiky-haired man reply as he entered the grand fluorescent room with Trunks only a few steps behind him. "So what is it like? Does it feel different?"

"I still feel like me but with a tail," he smiled rubbing the dark brown appendage around his waist. "Of course, I am faster and stronger and I can see a lot better but the weird thing is how much I can smell. I can smell people and no one smells the same. It's really weird."

"Well, are you gonna leave me hanging like that," Goten said raising his hands above his head. "What do I smell like?"

"Honestly, if I had to describe it's more of a perfume than a musk," Trunks playfully wafted the air around his face inhaling deeply. "It would be closest to a perfume of salted caramel roasted almonds."

"Really dude," Goten said smelling his armpits, "Really?"

"Really," he laughed out shyly. "You really do smell beautiful."

Goten began his stretching in the center of the room. "One-hundred times? Yea, that sounds good. What ya think Trunks?"

"Whatever you say, I am up for the challenge," he said crouching down in into position and Goten followed suite. The brightly lit room was now dimmed by a soft hue of maroon light. Their bodies visibly strained due to the increased gravity.

The two sparred evenly matched for a few hours. That is until Goten's movements became slower and his strikes less effective. He could feel it, the heaviness of his arms as he punched. The breeze of every punch he struggled to dodge. And the burning in his chest as it became harder to breathe. He was running out of stamina whereas his opponent strength only seemed to be increasing. Goten sprinted across the room barely avoiding a kick to the head. He quickly spun, landing to face piercing blue eyes. "Almost got me," he laughed wiping the sweat from his brow.

Trunks studied his hunched posture and labored breaths, "I already got you." His image faded and before Goten could react he was slammed to the ground. Trunks straddled him pinning his arms above his head. "I win," he smiled down admiring the others pinkened olive skin, "I see myself winning a lot more often." He gazed over his body, watching his chest rise and fall.

Goten's heart began to race feeling the warm body pressed against his. "You have an unfair advantage," he protested innocently. While distracted with his own arousal Trunks's new furry appendage had left its home from his waist and found a new one, warped around Goten's leg. His face became even more flushed feeling the warm object massage his leg.

"You can look this time."

"Dude, Trunks. Do you have to say it like that," he half-heartedly frowned.

Trunks softly pressed his lips against Goten's, licking them as he broke the kiss. "You're so cute," their mouths connect again with great passion as he pressed his harden member against the leg of the onyx eyed man beneath him. Trunks released is wrist slinging his hand down his hot sculpted body. He tore what was left of the younger Saiyans shirt gliding his hand over his chest and down his pants. Goten closed his eyes arching his hips up. "You are just so cute," he whispered. He loved him and that was the only way he could say it. Goten had told him this couldn't become anything serious. But he never stayed faithful to any of his girlfriends, not even his wife. He always came back to him.

Goten's lips parted letting out a small groan. He stared longingly into deep blue eyes begging for something more.

Trunks stood and turned off the simulation. "Take your clothes off," he leaned against the machine crossing his arms over chest, "At least what's left of them," he smirked watching him do what was commanded of him.

(W) Goten's body tingled with anticipation as he slowly removes his torn jeans. "His eyes, his smile. He's beautiful," the familiar feeling of butterflies flutter in his stomach. His eyes quickly cast downward, his breathing becoming shallow. "Clam down." There was no fear in letting go with him. Something about Trunks melted his guard away. He felt no shame in submitting to the blue eyed Saiyan. But still, he would get goosebumps that tickled his skin and his heart would skip a beat. It's a feeling he has never had with anyone else. He could deny it in words but his heart. He couldn't deny his heart, it wanted him; he wanted him. Goten swiftly made his way over to Trunks, pressing his body against the smirking Saiyan grabbing his face. He kissed him deeply allowing their tongues to explore for only a short time before breaking the kiss. "Could you try to look a little bit less like Vegeta." Trunks spun them brushing his warm lips brush down Goten's body. "Don't tease me," Goten groaned out massaging the back of Trunks's head. He moved his hips in perfect timing while stabilizing the blue eyed Saiyan's head. The warmth of his mouth was bliss bring him to completion. Trunks wiped his mouth leaving nothing left to clean up. Goten had no time to catch his breath before blue eyes were staring down at him. His body was pressed down against the panel and his legs over the other Saiyans shoulders. Goten moaned out loudly barely able to keep his eyes open. Hip to hip, face to face, and lip to lip. This was the most intimate they had ever been. A raging heat engulfed Goten's body his face blushed with passion. He dug his nails into the back of his partner feeling a hand on the growing pain between his legs. He would soon come to his release again.

"I wanted to see you too," Trunks whispered in his hear. He could sense it, "I can smell it." True passion, true desire. True love. He bit onto the side Goten's neck drawing a small amount of blood. They both gasp heavily as their bodies tensed pulsating a release inside and out. He was almost proud of himself he finally left his mark, a trophy of hickeys. It was his only rule, no marks, but this time. This time, it was just different. Trunks reached down into the drawer pulling out a robe and handed to the nude body before him. "You are free to come back to my wing. I'm sure your not expected to leave me tonight. I am sure I could sleep with you next to me." (W)

Trunks had already showered and was reading on the bed when Goten stormed to the room from the bathroom only wearing his boxers. "What the fuck Trunks?"

"You weren't complaining. I thought you liked it," he said turning the page of his book and continued to read.

"How am I going to explain these to Valese," he pointed to the bruises along his neck and chest.

"Tell her the truth Goten." He still did not take his eyes from the pages of his book as he answered him.

Goten was even more angered by his nonchalant attitude. "You did this on purpose," he expressed as if a light bulb just went off in his head. "Fuck you, dude" he snarled clenching his fist at his sides.

"After what happened in the chamber-. How could he... No, Goten, fuck you. Do those marks change what we just did? What we have been doing for the past six years," he spoke snapping his book shut. "I do not come to your window at night and I do not force myself upon you. I am not the one with a wife living this facade. You have been cheating on her since the day you met her. You are responsible for that, not me. Maybe you should be honest for once, tell her that you're in love with me. That you always have been in love with me."

"I love my wife and you knew from the very beginning I wanted this thing here, we have going on, to be discrete. I don't know what you were thinking-"

"I wasn't thinking and neither were you," Trunks spat out in irritation.

"By you doing shit like this, it brings Valese into it and she does not deserve to be brought into this, no one does. We fuck Trunks and that's it."

Dragging him to darkest pits of his spirit were the words that were spoken with such indignation, he was almost left speechless. "How am I so disgusting that no one deserves 'THIS'," he mumbled to himself, "I shouldn't have expected anything else from you but it hurts all the same."

"Stop it, I didn't say-. I didn't mean it like that Trunks. You know I didn't."

"Don't you get it Goten! I love you," Trunks divulged without thinking.

Goten quickly turned away from him placing his hand over his chest. "You can't," There was no butterflies or giddy feeling this time. There was just a guilty heartache. He made his way to to the dresser, "You can't," he said wrapping himself up in a fresh robe. He kept his back to him shaking his head, "You just don't understand. There is no way my mother would accept this. She is a traditionalist and you know that."

Trunks left his spot to stand beside the taller Saiyan placing a comforting hand on his back, "You are Chi-Chi's baby boy Goten, she would never stop loving you and that's something I know for sure. Plus even if she wasn't ok at first Goku would convince her otherwise." He wrapped his arms around the dark-eyed man nestling his face into his back. "Tell me you don't love me and I'll leave you alone."

"Why now," Goten silently relaxed in his warm embrace as a tug of war played between his mind and heart. "This isn't fair he had all this time. Out of all these years, why tell me nowIs this a part of your grieving process too?"

"Fair question," Trunks said moving his hands up to his shoulders in order to turn Goten to face him. "You were right early on it was all for fun, we just fucked but I have always loved you. Right before you married things started to change," he spoke gliding the back of his over the man's soft cheeks, "You wanted to see me more frequently. We became a lot more passionate and tonight confirmed it for me." Trunks leaned forward placing a gentle kiss upon his lips, "You're in love with me too. That's why you can't stay away from me." He kissed him again, "That's why you can't say that you don't love me."

"I'm sorry Trunks" Goten whispered bowing his head as the ache in his chest grew tighter. "What is wrong with me. I shouldn't feel guilty."

Tilting his head up with a gentle hand placed under his chin Trunks planted another kiss on his plump lips, "Valese is a very pretty woman she will find herself another suitor."

"Stop it," the onyx-eyed man demanded his body vibrating with internal anguish. Trunks watched questioningly at Goten's outburst. "What is wrong with me. Just say it!" His feelings were overwhelming him like they never had before. Everything in him wanted to tell him he loved him but he just couldn't, it was all ready to late. "Valese is pregnant." No matter how hard he tried to hold back them back they still broke free from their ocular prison rolling down his cheek. "I can't leave her. I'm sorry," he managed out between his hushed sobs.

Trunks closed his cerulean eyes, somberly letting out a sigh. "You're a liar." He could not look at him right now. This was literally making him sick to his stomach. "I have to get back to work. I don't care where you go but I want you to leave," and with that, Trunks grabbed a suit from his closet and left without another word.

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading. OK, so I wanted to try and write a lemon and boooyyyyy let me tell you I had a tuff time just for the facts A: I'm not a writer; B: I couldn't stop laughing from embarrassment. I had butterflies in my stomach; C: After about 700 words into the lime I realized I was writing M and had to start over. But with all that said it was a great learning experience. I hope you enjoyed ~ (R/Rs' are much appreciated)