Last time Trunks and Goten had a little tiff ,but later they made up with some good lovin'. But was that the end? Trunks you bad boy….

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Chapter Twelve:

Just Stop It!

Goten's POV:

It's raining today…just like yesterday. Well what do expect when it's he rainy season. Usually I like the rain, so calm and peaceful. It feels as if each droplet of water cleanses you and washes all your prior doubts and fears of the day. But not today. Oh my…not this time. This wasn't just an everyday little drizzle, this was a monsoon of epic proportions.

The rain water pounded on the stone walls…gee what a great idea, stone walls! It's freezing in here. And worst of all I'm alone…I hate being alone. Even though Trunks has been acting different lately it was still better then being by myself. Yea…you heard me Trunks is still not my Trunks.

Trunks and I are still fighting over small and insignificant things. His temper can not be tamed, it's like rogue lion…get too close you get bitten. Right now he's off with his some friends…getting drunks I betcha. I hate this…..

"GOTEN….BABY WHERE ARE YA?!"

Normal POV:

Trunks stumbled through the large doors in to his home, drunk and wet. His intoxication was proof of his irresponsible manner to his mate and to himself. He waltzed in to large living room….no literally waltzed. Trunks was so drunk that he was dancing with a phantom partner.

"CHIBI ::hiccup:: damn it boy …where you at?" Trunks fumbled with his words and was clumsy with his sentences. He wanted Goten…badly. His dancing ceased.

"Trunks-kun?" Goten asked in a mere whisper.

Trunks turned to face his lover who was standing at the foot of the large staircase. He gave a goofy drunken smile, his eyes were bloodshot and he had the attention span of a rat. Goten trotted slowly to Trunks ,making sure that didn't feel threatened.

"Trunks…babe?"

"Hey Chibi washoo doin'?" Trunks slurred his words.

"Trunks I'm going to take care of you…come on lets get you washed up and off to bed, ok?" Goten wrapped one arm around Trunks' waist and the other grabbed Trunks' hand and flinged it over his shoulder for support. He pushed on Trunks' chest trying to make him stand straight, but to no avail.

"Baby…I…I…wuv you…show mush…right….right!"

"Trunks you don't have to yell I'm right here…and yes I love you too." Goten gave Trunks a peck on the cheek.

"Babe…let me kish you…on the lipsh"

"Trunks we gotta get you to bed you're drunk again… this is the third time this month…what happened to the promise you made me about not drinkin'?" Goten looked at Trunks.

Both men were half-way up the stairs and stopped right in the middle. Goten wanted an answer from Trunks maybe him getting drunk was the only way to get anything out of Trunks these days.

"Let me kish you..!"

"NO TRUNKS!!!!STOP IT!" Goten didn't want to kiss Trunks, not like this. He can already taste the bitter.

Trunks' face became hard and scary. In his drunken state he was unpredictable as hell. He got out of Goten's grasp and steadied himself on the shallow steps of the staircase.

"Show you don't wanna kish me no maw huh?" Goten could barely understand Trunks' slurred conversation, but he knew he was angry.

"No Trunks , baby I love you…just let me help you …you're sick right now!" Goten took a tiny step backwards, only to have his back pushed against the stair railing.

"Trunks…Trunks…?"

"It's Sanoske huh…you and him been fuckin' huh! You slut! That's why you don't wanna kish me!"

"No Trunks…"

Goten and Sanoske have been hanging around together but not intimately , not the way Trunks was thinking. Whenever Goten was alone or scared in that big empty house he would call up Sanoske and spar a bit.

"Liar!"

"Trunks please don't…Trunks-kun!!"

"Liar! Liar! Liar!"

Trunks grabbed Goten by the wrists in a lightening flash. Both wrists were held tightly in both of Trunks' hands. Trunks bruising hold on Goten made him wince and cry out. Trunks forced his lips on Goten's…bruising the flesh.

"Trunks-kun! Stop you're…you're hurting…me! Ow!" Goten struggled to get away from Trunks, he was scared and wanted to get away. Trunks turned Goten a quarter turn so he faced him by looking up . Goten was one step below Trunks giving Trunks the advantage.

"Don't you love me anymore Chibi….?!"

"Yes, yes! I love you Trunks!" Goten pleaded.

"Liar! Liar!"

Goten continued to fight Trunks but sadly his struggled were in vain as he lost his footing on the narrow steps. He screamed a blood curdling cry as he plummeted to the bottom of the steps. He tumbled upon the steps, his head banged on the wall, his back being smacked on the steps, and his stomach finally broke his fall on the hard, cold stone floor at the very bottom. His horrific experience came to an end.

----------------------------Two Days Later---------------------------------

Goten's POV:

It's cold…am I …dead? The room its spinning, make it stop. My eyes are heavy as I barely lift them. I can't sit up because I'm too sore…wait were the hell am I?

"Tru-?"

wait I don't Trunks not what after he did…

"GOHAN!!"

In a millisecond my big brother bursts through the door and comes to my side. He hugs and I hug back. I can tell he's crying from the way he's shivering. Why? Did I almost die or something?

"Gohan?"

"Oh Squirt I'm sorry…"

"Gohan…sorry….sorry for what!?" I asked .

He looked up at me with glossy eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't . He only played with the lock of hair that was in my face. I let my hair grow naturally over the last two and a half years. But it didn't grow long it grew…up and spiky. Just like…..

"You look just like dad, you know that? Especially with that hair…my little brother." Gohan pulled me in to another hug as he cried.

Yea… you heard him I look like dad. My hair is exactly like dad's. I guess I grew it out for…mom. Even though she's dead…well she always told me when I was little that she always hoped that I would grow up to look like father. So I did. Just for her.

" Gohan? What the hell is going on…?"

He didn't let go of the embrace. He whispered in my ear, not wanting to face me.

"It's gone…when you fell…it's gone."

"What's gone!"

"The baby…your cub…it's gone.."

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Poor Goten…please tell me if you hate this. I'll fix if you do! Review please.

-BlackTigerG2

::Smiles Son Grin::