I. Am. BACK! :D I told you I haven't abandoned this story! I love this shipping, but soo much stuff got in the way that I couldn't find time to give Truten the attention it deserves /3. But I'm back, and I'm gonna start working on ALL of my stories like it's a religion, this one included. So without further ado, here is the long-awaited next installment of In Which Love is Concealed!
To say I'm scared is the understatement of the century. Masaomi watches me closely as I zip up my pants, clamping my mouth shut to avoid screaming. Masaomi zips up his pants when he's done, smiling wickedly as he watches me.
"I'll take that as…a long time," he says curtly.
"What are you talking about? I'm not in love with Trunks. He's my best friend!"
"Sure you aren't," Masaomi smiles, rolling his eyes. "I saw your reaction when you told Videl what college he's going to. I guess you aren't going to Takashi Tech?"
I gulp nervously. "Of course not, I don't have that kind of money."
"Which is why you're sad to see him go," Masaomi says, crossing his hands over his heart and making a mock pouty face to taunt me. "Admit it, you have a crush on him."
I bite my lip in thought. Masaomi doesn't seem like a bad guy, but I don't want him going to Trunks about this. "What would you say if I do?"
Masaomi smiles triumphantly. "I'd say cha-ching, that's what."
"W-What?"
"Alright, here's what's going down. You need to keep this secret, I need money to save up for college," Masaomi explains slowly. My eyes widen with each word, my heart beating faster than ever.
Him, a nice guy? Fuck that.
"Are you trying to blackmail me?" I growl.
"Oh, don't say that! Blackmail is such a strong word!" he exclaims mockingly. "I prefer that I'm your employee, and my job is secret-keeping. I just need my salary."
"That's some fucked up role-playing."
"Eh, it's whatever," Masaomi shrugs. "I expect 800 Zeni in my hand, exactly one week after we get back from the beach. If you refuse, or fail to pay me in time, Trunks will hear all about this. Got it?"
My heart feels like it's about to burst. My head is throbbing, all this new information pounding inside my skull, just begging to get out. I shake my head to clear it, my lips curling down in a frown.
"And what will you do if I just decide to kick your stupid ass?" I growl. Masaomi laughs, leaning against the wall.
"Are you serious, Goten?" he laughs. "Like you could ever take me in a—"
Before he can even blink, I leap across the bathroom and tackle Masaomi. My fingers dig into the skin around his throat, his face paling as I lift him into the air with one arm. He cries out in pain as I slam his back into a wall.
"What are you gonna do, Goten?" Masaomi chokes out. "Unless you kill me, I'll tell him no matter what. So are you gonna kill me?"
I tighten my grip around his throat, squeezing a yelp out of the little weasel. "I'm seriously wanting to."
Masaomi smiles deviously, despite his lack of air. "You won't do it. After all…what would Trunks think?"
That breaks me. I drop Masaomi on the ground, who would surely be laughing if he weren't rubbing his sore throat. "Fine, you win," I huff, defeated.
His voice is raspy when he speaks again. "Excellent. You know the time limit."
I don't let him spit out another word before I dart from the bathroom. I emerge, Trunks smiling when he sees me.
"Geez, there you are, Goten!" Trunks teases. "I thought you fell in the toilet or something!"
I smile fakely, biting back a response while I step onto the RV. My blood is boiling right now, who knows what I might spew out?
I make sure to get back on Trunks' RV to avoid Masaomi. I don't know if I could restrain myself from throwing his stupid ass out the window. When Trunks, Dana, and Bailey join me, Trunks returns to the wheel while the ladies claim the couch. I return to my comfy chair, my eyes fluttering shut as I recline ever so slowly.
What the hell am I gonna do? Masaomi wants 800 Zeni to keep my secret, but where the hell am I gonna get that kind of money? I can't ask Trunks or his family for it, they'll ask what it's for. It's not like I can go back to Mom, as if she would have the money either. Gohan is more likely a choice, considering he already knows, but I remember Mom saying that Gohan and Videl aren't exactly well-off either.
Maybe I just let Masaomi tell Trunks? I mean, it's been hard watching Trunks around Dana. My personal hatred for the bitch aside, Trunks with anyone but me is enough to break my heart. This way, either Trunks accepts me or he doesn't, and I don't have to live with the fear that he won't love me. At least I'll know, right?
"So I hope you two aren't going back into the bedroom again, right?" Dana teases. I turn to her, my smirk apparent.
"I could say the same to you, you know."
Dana's face turns a bright shade of red as she turns to the window, desperate to hide her blush. Bailey has to slap a hand across her mouth to hide her laughter. She and I exchange devious glances before returning to silence.
The last hour of our journey passes, and I space out for the rest of the trip. I don't think about my situation with Masaomi, it only upsets me. I don't sleep either, despite my best efforts to do so. I just kind of zone out, my gaze locked on some point in the distance. Before I even know it, Trunks is putting the giant vehicle in park and stepping outside.
I follow him quickly after being snapped out of my chance. The first thing I notice is the smell. Salt forces its way into my senses, my eyelids fluttering shut as I take in a deep breath. Not even Masaomi could mess this up, it's too perfect a moment. How long has it been since I've been to the beach?
"Do we have to go to the hotel first…?" Bailey whines jokingly.
"Wanna risk all of our shit getting stolen?" Judai teases. "Come on, let's do this quickly."
Gohan smirks, turning to Trunks and I. "I can think of three ways to speed this up."
"Super Saiyan?"
"Super Saiyan."
Trunks, Gohan and I all line up, the others stepping away. Only Videl seems to have any idea of what's going, the others all watching curiously.
"Who wants to go first?" Gohan asks.
"I will," Trunks smiles, stepping ahead. He widens his feet, curling his fists close to his body. Though most wouldn't notice, Gohan Videl and I notice a sharp spike in his power. His power flashes to the golden shade of a Super Saiyan, his hair spiking up to defy gravity.
"W-what the fuck?!" Judai cries.
"You get used to it," Videl sighs, smiling as she shifts her weight.
"We'll handle the luggage, you guys head down to the beach," Trunks says. He rockets into the air, his power level the only indication of his presence in a matter of moments.
"Let's go, Goten," Gohan says. Much less dramatically than Trunks, Gohan quickly shifts to his Super Saiyan form and flies off after Trunks.
I shoot an evil glare towards Masaomi just as my power skyrockets, my hair flashing gold. His widened eyes lock with my cold ones, and I think he gets my intended message. Do you know what I'm capable of now? Do you know how powerful I really am?
"So you didn't really dye your hair gold," Bailey teases. "I was kind of wondering how you dyed it to gold and back so easily, getting the exact same color. Now it makes sense…kind of."
"I'll explain it later," I laugh. After shooting one last glare at Masaomi, I run back over to the RV. I slide the first suitcase out of the bottom, sensing Gohan's energy to pinpoint his location. I hold the luggage high above my head, and chuck it into the city the way only a Saiyan could. Knowing Gohan, he's sure to redirect it right to Trunks at the hotel. I hope so, because if not I probably just hit him in the head.
"Wow, Goten," Dana laughs. "Never knew that was…humanly possible."
"Half-humanly," Videl interjects. "Long story, don't ask. It just made my head hurt for a year."
"Besides, haven't you seen them flying around all day?" Judai asks. "I think we can throw 'humanly possible' to the wind."
We all share a laugh before I return to throwing luggage across the city. This must look interesting from the streets below the…suitcases. And Gohan. I hope we're not on the news later.
When I finish with the luggage, I shoot one last angry glance at Masaomi and rocket across the city. I meet up with Gohan, and the two of us fly towards Trunks. Gohan laughs, but I gulp when I see Trunks.
A huge purple bruise has formed on his right cheek, swollen out slightly. He cups the injured skin in his right hand, cringing when he brushes across the bruise.
"What the hell was that?!" Trunks cries. "I didn't know we were throwing shit across the city! The first one hit me in the face!"
"Relax, it'll heal in a couple hours," Gohan comforts, wiping away his tears. "Saiyans, remember?"
We all nod. We each take a pile of luggage down from the rooftop, still in our hands when we land on the ground. We get more than a few odd looks from people passing by, but they walk on as if it they hadn't just seen three guys jump down from the roof of a twelve story building. Trunks checks us into our rooms with his credit card, and the three of us all but toss the luggage inside and close the door shut again. We dispose of our shirts ahead of time and are back to the skies, flying back towards the RV only seconds later.
"Well that was fast," Masaomi teases as we land. I shoot him a glare, but he only scoffs and turns away. "Come on, let's get to the beach!"
Well there's something we can agree on.
Well well, Masaomi is a dirty little shit, isn't he? XD I never intended to use so many OC's in this story, but only three of them are mildly important so don't worry. Judai is just there because I think he has a cool name xD. Anyway, I'm not quite sure this is enough to hold you guys over since it's been so long since my last update, but more is coming I swear! Please be patient with the next update, because I need to update two others before this one will be. On the bright side, the next chapter for both stories are already in progress so it won't be TOO terribly long until the next update.
Don't hold me to that, please.
In any case, thank you so much for reading! PLEASE leave a review or Goten will tie you to Dana and beat the hell out of you both :3