Trunks had run to the bathroom. He felt the need to wash his mouth out. Goten really didn't have to go that far. He could have easily just killed some scrub and they could have gotten in.
One thing did bother him though. The look that Frieza had given them had sent chills down his spine. Goten seemed to think that that was the best course of action.
He walked up to the sink and turned it on. He let the water warm up a little before bringing it up to wash his mouth out. He spit it out into the sink, wishing he had mouthwash.
He remembered what it felt like when Goten had done it. His mind had been screaming at him. He was disgusted by it. But he let Goten do it. His friend knew how to get him in here.
But the fact that he didn't know that that would work bothered him a little. Did Goten think he was attractive? They would have to talk this out. The fact that Goten had moaned also disturbed him. Did he really enjoy it?
He walked back out of the room, to find that Goten had lied down on his bed and was looking at the ceiling. He didn't say anything though. It looked like Goten was lost in thought about something.
Trunks cleared his throat, making Goten jump. He was now covered in sweat. What had been going through his mind? "Are you okay?"
Goten looked over at him. "I'm just a little confused. That's all."
He raised an eyebrow. "Confused?" He really hoped that he wasn't about to hear what he thought he was going to hear.
Goten sat up. "I just keep thinking about how I knew that would work. Every time my mind gets close to the answer, it's like a black curtain goes up and I can't see anything."
He almost breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't thinking about that. "Anything else?"
"I hear sounds, but they're all muffled. So that really isn't much help." Goten stated, then gave him a funny look. "What did you think I was going to say?"
Now it was his turn to jump. "Well…I…I thought that…"
Goten laughed. "You really thought that I was into that kiss, didn't you?"
Trunks froze. "I didn't say that!"
Goten continued to laugh. "Sorry, but you have the wrong equipment for that."
Trunks turned red. "So you're not gay?"
Goten gave him another puzzled look. "No, why would you think that?"
"Well, for one, you seemed to enjoy it!" He practically growled at his friend.
Goten frowned. "No, I didn't."
"Then why did you moan?" He snapped.
Goten rolled his eyes. "Because I had to make it look believable for Frieza. Trust me; I had another person on my mind while I was…doing that."
Trunks froze up again, then laughed. "So you have a crush on someone?"
"Says the guy who likes blondes like Marron. From what I've seen, I'm not impressed." Goten said.
He turned red. "Well, that's your opinion!"
Goten laughed. "What? She seemed like a little weakling."
He stopped what was going to be a rant and stared at Goten. "Marron isn't weak."
Goten shrugged. "She didn't even try to attack me. She ran away. There is nothing attractive about that."
Trunks thought back to that day. If he was to follow Goten's line of thinking, he had to like one of the three girls and Marron was already out. That left his sister and Goten's niece. "Tell me, then. Which one did you think was attractive?" He was getting ready to be pissed or sick to his stomach.
Goten turned red. "I believe that that is my business."
"Oh no you don't, you're going to answer me now. You know the girl that I like." He rounded on Goten.
"You gave that up without me asking, so why do I have to tell you?" Goten said, pulling himself off of the bed.
"Just say if you like the color black or the color blue." He watched his friend, and was shocked as he turned red at the color blue. "My sister…you were thinking about my sister…"
Goten backed up. He must have felt his anger beginning to rise. "What about it? She's quite the little vixen."
"Goten, she's 12!" He growled.
Goten looked confused. "Really? She doesn't look 12. Has she been in the time chamber or something?"
He shook his head. "No, she hasn't. So hands off."
Goten just shrugged. "Okay then, I can wait."
Trunks almost fell over. "What did I just say?"
Goten growled and this time he was the one that backed up. "I said that I would wait until she was older."
Trunks felt a chill go up his spine. How could Goten be this serious? "You just met her a couple of days ago."
"She smells good." Now that was an answer he wasn't expecting.
"What do you mean?" He really didn't understand it.
Goten sighed. "I'm more in tune with my saiyan side. I like fighting and killing. I enjoy taking over planets. I'll eat raw meat if I have to. It's not that hard to see why I would like someone as fiery as your sister. She's a saiyan female and my senses are better than yours. I would even bet that they are better than Gohan's."
He gave his friend a puzzled look. "Is that how you beat us on that first day?"
Goten nodded. "I was able to track your movements quite easily. Both you and Gohan were giving off the same smell." He was going to interject, but Goten held up a hand to stop him. "Not exactly the same smell, but there were certain things that were the same. Fear, pain, sadness, for a saiyan all emotions give off a smell. You were giving off anger and sadness, Gohan was giving off fear and pain. Your father was more rage than anything, but it wasn't directed at me, so he wasn't focused on the fight. He probably wanted to go after Frieza." Goten looked back up at the ceiling. "And my father…hatred then confusion and fear."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You can seriously do that?"
Goten nodded. "Your father can too. It's just that he's become softer since he came to Earth. I've heard plenty of stories about him out there."
Trunks was at a loss. If he could learn how to do that, he could become unbeatable. "How did you learn it?"
Goten shrugged. "It's all instinct. You've lost it over time. The four of you fight like my father, so you don't use that saiyan instinct. Your father still has bits and pieces of it. I noticed it when he was fighting with me. He just wasn't focused on me. If he was, he would have wiped the floor with me."
He smirked. "And my sister does?"
Goten blushed again. "I think she understands it. She'll probably surpass you someday."
"Now I know that you're lying." He laughed, but Goten remained serious. "You know that I'm not going to stand for you going after my sister, right?"
Goten gave him a smirk. "If it was easy, it wouldn't be fun."
He glared at his best friend. "Just remember that you have to go through my dad as well."
Goten still smirked. "I think he would appreciate the way I am now. I mean she could do worse."
"I can't believe that you're talking that way about my little sister." He snarled.
Goten looked back at the ceiling. "Neither can I."
Vegeta stalked back and forth. He wasn't sleeping. Between Trunks running off and Frieza, he couldn't let his guard down. He just wished that his mind would stop flashing back to those days.
He closed his eyes, as he finally leaned against a wall, not realizing that he was drifting off to sleep.
He was a small child again, but he wasn't alone. Raditz was running next to him. The two of them were laughing as they ran around a corner to hide. A couple of shouts came down the hall and he signaled for his friend to be silent. Zarbon and Dedoria sounded pissed.
"When I find those little monkeys, I swear that they are dead!" Zarbon said twisting around. His once beautiful hair had been shaved off.
It was taking all of his control not to laugh and he could see Raditz was covering his mouth so that no sound came out. Just looking at him made him want to laugh. His friend still had green hair all down his front.
He wanted to brush it off, but that would make too much noise.
He looked around them and saw that the two lugs were getting too close. They would find them soon.
He turned back to Raditz, to find his friend digging through a box next to them, and then coming up with a small piece of metal. He gave his friend a nod and watched as Raditz tossed it back down the hall, from where they came.
"Those little bastards must be down there!" Dedoria shouted and the two of them ran off.
He breathed out a sigh of relief. "Good thinking."
"We aren't out of the woods yet. We should go back through the vents." Raditz said, wiping the hair off.
He smirked. "I don't know. Remember the look on Nappa's face when we came in that way last week?"
Raditz only laughed. "It wasn't as funny as Frieza's. I don't know what he would do if he found out that we are still using them."
He let out a chuckle as the grate popped off and he pushed himself in. Raditz followed behind him as they made their way through the vents.
"Vegeta?" He jumped as he heard his wife's voice. His eyes opened and he looked over at Bulma. She looked worried. "What's wrong?"
He sighed. "Nothing." He made to turn away from her.
"Vegeta…you know that you can tell me anything." She said. "I know this stuff with Trunks has to be bringing up a lot of bad memories."
He didn't look back at her. "I thought that we weren't going to talk about that again."
Even though he wasn't looking at her, he knew that she was staring straight at his back. She was never one to back down. "Our son is in danger. You're the only one that knows what that tyrant is capable of. You're the only one that can bring him back."
He finally turned around to look at her. "No…I'm not."
She looked at him in shock. "What do you mean?"
He looked away from her again, before he stormed off. He just needed time to think. This would all be clear later.
Goten sighed as he leaned back. He knew that Frieza would be around shortly. He would want to see Trunks and then they could progress with their plan.
Trunks was still pouting about what he had said about Bra. It wasn't his fault that she had struck a chord with him. If she didn't carry that scent it would be different, at least that's what he told himself.
As if right on cue, the door opened and Frieza came in. He had a smirk on his face as he looked over the two of them. "I'm surprised you're still in here. Wouldn't you like to go and get rid of Son Goku?"
He smirked. He had to play this up. "I would, but there is a problem, my Lord."
Frieza's smirk fell. "And what would that be?"
"Trunks need to be properly trained." He stated. "He is not strong enough to take out Vegeta. We must go and train."
Frieza looked over Trunks again, this time though, Trunks was not backing down. He mentally cursed. Trunks knew this was dangerous. He knew that they were playing with fire. This wasn't one of their pranks. "My father is not just a Super Saiyan. Both he and Son Goku are beyond that."
Frieza looked a little taken aback by his words. "So the monkeys have gone and gotten stronger have they?"
"Let us go and train. We only need 3 months; after that we will return." He stated.
Frieza smirked. "So you plan to come back and destroy them then?"
He nodded. "You can retain control of the planet, until then. Get it ready for sale. It should go for a good price on the galactic market."
Frieza chuckled. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, Kabu." The dark lord looked between the two of them. "I will allow you one pod. Both of you will have to share, but you can come back with more than that."
"My lord?" He asked, slightly puzzled.
Frieza chuckled darkly. "Bring back the rest of my forces, we will bring this planet to its knees."
He smirked. "They will all die, my master."
Frieza looked happy with himself. "I suggest the two of you get some sleep. You will leave in the morning."
He nodded, then turned back to Trunks. "You heard him."
Frieza turned his back with a wink. "Now don't go and have too much fun." With that the tyrant left.
Trunks walked up to him. "What was that about?"
He groaned. "I think he thinks that we are going to sleep together."
Trunks turned green. "I knew that I shouldn't have let you kiss me."
He glared at Trunks. "Would you have preferred to kill a small child?"
Trunks flinched. "Still…"
"There is no still about it. We had no choice. I saved you from having to kill your first child. Just be prepared to kill when we get into space." He said hotly. He really wasn't in a good mood.
Trunks just stared at him. "You really think I don't have what it takes to kill someone."
"I don't think. I know. You were raised…" He started.
"Just shut up about that! You keep bringing that shit up and I'm really getting tired of it!" Trunks said in annoyance.
He looked away from him. "It's true though. You were raised in a happy home. I wasn't."
"Then what about your life before Frieza, huh? Your parents loved you, they still do." Trunks said.
He walked back over to the bed and fell on it. He stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before answering. "They did…but Gohan was better." Trunks just seemed lost for words. "He was both smart and strong…I was neither…They already had a perfect child."
SMACK! He looked back up to find Trunks glaring at him in rage. "You really think that! How can you think that?!"
"But Goh…" He started.
"Stop comparing yourself to Gohan. You're not Gohan, you're Goten. You don't have to be a rocket scientist or something! You just have to be you! Your family only wants you! They went crazy when you died!" Trunks snapped.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're…"
"Don't say that I'm lying. It's the truth." Trunks said, sitting on the side of the bed. "Besides, if you couldn't tell, I missed you. If I missed you, then can you imagine what your parents felt?"
He started to think it over. Some of the happier memories floated through his head. "They really did miss me?"
"Well, yeah idiot." Trunks grumbled. "Why do you think that your room hadn't changed?"
Now he was the one that was lost for words. Part of him wanted to cry, but he held it back. "If that's the case, then let's try and get this mission done. Then we can return to our families."
Trunks gave him a smirk. "Now that's the Goten I know."
"And you can return to your girlfriend." He joked.
Trunks turned red. "She's not my girlfriend."
He laughed. "But you've thought about it."
"Goten, just shut up."
To Be Continued…
Author's Note
So the madness continues.
As I've stated before, this story is completed on my end, so you don't have to worry about it not being finished. The timing is just slower as I'm in school and I want to keep these stories going as long as I can. I'm doing about five or six at the moment in preparation for Vet Tech's Hell quarter of school, where I doubt that I'll have any time to write. But you will still get your updates.
