disclaimers: dont own it. Nope.... O_o
This is Yaoi, boyxboy love
I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I lost interest. :(
NEVER ENDING LOVE
Monday came quickly to the joining families. The humble, cobble stoned church was located in a quiet, outlying district in the countryside of England-Bulma's choice. The area was secluded enough that reporters and the media would not show up unannounced, not they would. Bulma had been extremely secretive about the entire union, knowing her son and soon to be son-in-law would not appreciate the hype. Flower's were in bloom; roses, daises, and violets just the few that littered the lush grass. The rocks of the church shimmered in the bright sunlight, tiny diamonds sparkling. A clear, blue lake lapped against its banks, adding to the serene euphoria.
Inside, the small church was abustle with energy and enthusiasm. The Prince of all Saiyans leaned idly against the wall, arms folded in front of his chest. Despite the apparent lack of joy in his obsidian eyes, Vegeta's lips betrayed a smile. To have his only son being bonded to another Saiyajin, warmed his almost-frozen heart which had continously melted since his finding Bulma had being the proud father of two children. Vegeta had argued constantly with Bulma about how the wedding should go about; Vegeta wanted a traditional Vejitasei wedding and Bulma wanted a human one. In the end, Bulma's logic won. Vejitasei no longer existed, Trunks and Goten would be living on Earth for the rest of their lives. So, Vegeta just pointed at pictures that Bulma showed him, humoring his wife's fanatic excitement. The man tugged at the bow-tie around his neck, hating the choking feeling. Vegeta closed his eyes, remembering how he'd first felt when he learned of Goten and Trunks coupling.
He wasn't shocked. That had been lost when they were still children; always together, joint a the hip. Vegeta's smile broadened. Vegeta knew this would happen one day, so he had prepared himself early on for the news. As far as the prince was concerned, as long as his son was seme, nothing else mattered. Goten would be the 'wife' of the marriage, his son, the 'husband.' Vegeta glanced at Goku, chuckling at the younger Saiyans child- like innocence.
Goku switched from bouncing like Tigger (c.disney) and being calm like Vegeta. One second he was shoveling the food in his mouth that Bulma had brought him from the neighboring city, the next, he was with Goten. Goku, currently, was watching his son. Goku was so proud of Goten and would never, ever think of giving him up. The tall Saiyan had taken a while to truly understand the nature of Goten and Trunks relationship. To Goku, it didn't matter that the two were of the same sex. To him, it was two people deeply in love. Besides, Goku didn't even know the difference between a man and woman until he married Chichi.
Gohan ruffled his little brother's hair, fixing the ebony locks. A huge yet sad smile crossed his face. It hadn't seemed very long ago when he was with his lover, anxiously waiting his bride. Gohan, much like the others, accepted the union of his brother and Trunks but it affected Gohan more so, seeing as how he lost his love. To know Goten would be as happy-probably more-as he had been was endearing to Gohan and it warmed him in his soul. Gohan caught Atsumi's look and he was thankful he had found love again.
Chichi had finally given in and apologized to reacting so harshly to Trunks and Goten. She had felt betrayed and was angry at herself, thinking she had somehow gone wrong in raising Goten. Gohan had explained that it wasn't Chichi's fault but Goten's own and that it was something Goten, more than likely, had felt when he was still a small child. After more persuading on Gohan, Bulma's, and even Vegeta-who gave her a tongue thrashing-Chichi relented. She had called Goten and told the news. Chichi now saw how happy her son was and she berated herself for being so blind to it. The woman smoothed the crinkles in the ivory tuxedo, a comforting smile on her face that calmed Goten's racing heart.
Bulma dusted a few specs of debris off of Trunks black tuxedo, smile never fading. She admired her handiwork in the interior decorating. The entire inside was filled with roses; white, pink, yellow. Buttercups sprouted occasionally. Roses were Trunk's favorite flower and buttercups were Goten's. The flowers were so much like themselves. Roses were exotic, mysterious, and strong. Buttercups were bright, lively, and delicate. Candles lined the altar and in the corners. Bulma was ultimately, the first to accept the union. Trunks was her only child, her joy, and whatever caused the smile to eternally remain on his face, was enough for Bulma to believe in.
Dende arrived and the guests, as well as the families, and the couple themselves, made their way to stand on the dias. Dende held his arms high, indicating silence. A hush fell across the men and women. The young namek smiled at his mentor, Piccolo, and at his trusted advisor before motioning the people to join hands. Hands clasped and soon, they were joined. Dende raised his eyes. "The circle is complete. On this day, we bring together two who will soon become one in body and in mind." With that said, Trunks and Goten left the group and took one anothers hands. Dende nodded for the Z senshi to return to their seats.
Goten stared into Trunks eyes, the flood of blue a seemingly endless ocean of love. Trunks gazed into Goten's liquid, sable pools. Nothing else mattered, not their friends and relatives, not the kami in front of them, nothing. Life stood still. Words that had been given to them by Dende floated to their tongues and were spoken.
Trunks began the vows. "I pledge to protect and defend you." Goten repeated, albeit softer. Then, both spoke as one voice. "My life for your life. While we live, we share the joy of living with each other. My death for you life. I would be willing to lay down my life to save yours. My life for your death. I will spend my life avenging your death, if I can't prevent it. My death for your death. A part of me will die, when you do...." The last words hung on the air.
Sobbing was all that was heard. Bulma and Chichi leaned against each other, tears streaming down their cheeks. Goku was beaming. Vegeta let his guard dissolve, let the world see his joy. Gohan squeezed Atsumi's hand. Yamcha wiped a few tears aside. Oolong and Puar were openly crying (think Timon and pumbaa) 18 was as calm as usual. Marron hung onto her mother, giggling. Krillin was crying as well, and was smoothing his daughter's blonde hair. Piccolo, Dende, and Popo-sama smiled.
Trunks leaned down, captured Goten's lips in a gentle kiss. "I love you Goten."
"I love you too Trunks."
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What'd you think? :P Do you want a lemony honeymoon? Do you want a sequel? How about...fifteen years after this and the lives the two lead. (children?, AtsumixGohan children? Bra, another boy for Vegeta and Bulma Another kid for chichi and goku? marron and someone?)
WEll, I already have an idea, for the kids. Let me know if you want this sequel. it will NOT be a main goten and trunks fic but will follow the childrens lives. Yaoi, yeah. Duh! If you dont want it, it won't bother me. If 5 people want the sequel, then i'll start it after i get the reviews.)
Okay, since I'm in the Gundam Wing mode, the kids are gonna be the GW boys. Lol.
Goten and Trunks: Heero (15) Aoi (3, girl)
Atsumi and Gohan Quatre (14) Meiran (12, girl) Pan (5, girl)
Vegeta and Bulma Trowa (15) Bra (9)
Marron and Ubuu Duo (15)
Chichi and Goku Wufei (13)
hee hee. Pairings: HeeroxDuo, QuatrexTrowa, MerianxWufei
Let me know!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P
Thanks to the reviewers:
Gotentrunks, lime, DarkDragoon0789, fushionHA, CrimsonAnjel *glomps, if it werent for you, i would never have had this idea*, Saiyangirl*dbz*dbgt (GO DENMARK!! :P), namak (the battery worked), rainbowscale, StarGazerHR02, Rez (thanks! ^_^ your great!), lance (*is shocked* Best?! Wow, thanks!*), sarah85 (those puppy dog eyes got to me)
OH!!!!!!! Another thing. I did not write those vows. They came from the wonderful book, Elven Star by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. I really recommend reading their books.
This is Yaoi, boyxboy love
I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I lost interest. :(
NEVER ENDING LOVE
Monday came quickly to the joining families. The humble, cobble stoned church was located in a quiet, outlying district in the countryside of England-Bulma's choice. The area was secluded enough that reporters and the media would not show up unannounced, not they would. Bulma had been extremely secretive about the entire union, knowing her son and soon to be son-in-law would not appreciate the hype. Flower's were in bloom; roses, daises, and violets just the few that littered the lush grass. The rocks of the church shimmered in the bright sunlight, tiny diamonds sparkling. A clear, blue lake lapped against its banks, adding to the serene euphoria.
Inside, the small church was abustle with energy and enthusiasm. The Prince of all Saiyans leaned idly against the wall, arms folded in front of his chest. Despite the apparent lack of joy in his obsidian eyes, Vegeta's lips betrayed a smile. To have his only son being bonded to another Saiyajin, warmed his almost-frozen heart which had continously melted since his finding Bulma had being the proud father of two children. Vegeta had argued constantly with Bulma about how the wedding should go about; Vegeta wanted a traditional Vejitasei wedding and Bulma wanted a human one. In the end, Bulma's logic won. Vejitasei no longer existed, Trunks and Goten would be living on Earth for the rest of their lives. So, Vegeta just pointed at pictures that Bulma showed him, humoring his wife's fanatic excitement. The man tugged at the bow-tie around his neck, hating the choking feeling. Vegeta closed his eyes, remembering how he'd first felt when he learned of Goten and Trunks coupling.
He wasn't shocked. That had been lost when they were still children; always together, joint a the hip. Vegeta's smile broadened. Vegeta knew this would happen one day, so he had prepared himself early on for the news. As far as the prince was concerned, as long as his son was seme, nothing else mattered. Goten would be the 'wife' of the marriage, his son, the 'husband.' Vegeta glanced at Goku, chuckling at the younger Saiyans child- like innocence.
Goku switched from bouncing like Tigger (c.disney) and being calm like Vegeta. One second he was shoveling the food in his mouth that Bulma had brought him from the neighboring city, the next, he was with Goten. Goku, currently, was watching his son. Goku was so proud of Goten and would never, ever think of giving him up. The tall Saiyan had taken a while to truly understand the nature of Goten and Trunks relationship. To Goku, it didn't matter that the two were of the same sex. To him, it was two people deeply in love. Besides, Goku didn't even know the difference between a man and woman until he married Chichi.
Gohan ruffled his little brother's hair, fixing the ebony locks. A huge yet sad smile crossed his face. It hadn't seemed very long ago when he was with his lover, anxiously waiting his bride. Gohan, much like the others, accepted the union of his brother and Trunks but it affected Gohan more so, seeing as how he lost his love. To know Goten would be as happy-probably more-as he had been was endearing to Gohan and it warmed him in his soul. Gohan caught Atsumi's look and he was thankful he had found love again.
Chichi had finally given in and apologized to reacting so harshly to Trunks and Goten. She had felt betrayed and was angry at herself, thinking she had somehow gone wrong in raising Goten. Gohan had explained that it wasn't Chichi's fault but Goten's own and that it was something Goten, more than likely, had felt when he was still a small child. After more persuading on Gohan, Bulma's, and even Vegeta-who gave her a tongue thrashing-Chichi relented. She had called Goten and told the news. Chichi now saw how happy her son was and she berated herself for being so blind to it. The woman smoothed the crinkles in the ivory tuxedo, a comforting smile on her face that calmed Goten's racing heart.
Bulma dusted a few specs of debris off of Trunks black tuxedo, smile never fading. She admired her handiwork in the interior decorating. The entire inside was filled with roses; white, pink, yellow. Buttercups sprouted occasionally. Roses were Trunk's favorite flower and buttercups were Goten's. The flowers were so much like themselves. Roses were exotic, mysterious, and strong. Buttercups were bright, lively, and delicate. Candles lined the altar and in the corners. Bulma was ultimately, the first to accept the union. Trunks was her only child, her joy, and whatever caused the smile to eternally remain on his face, was enough for Bulma to believe in.
Dende arrived and the guests, as well as the families, and the couple themselves, made their way to stand on the dias. Dende held his arms high, indicating silence. A hush fell across the men and women. The young namek smiled at his mentor, Piccolo, and at his trusted advisor before motioning the people to join hands. Hands clasped and soon, they were joined. Dende raised his eyes. "The circle is complete. On this day, we bring together two who will soon become one in body and in mind." With that said, Trunks and Goten left the group and took one anothers hands. Dende nodded for the Z senshi to return to their seats.
Goten stared into Trunks eyes, the flood of blue a seemingly endless ocean of love. Trunks gazed into Goten's liquid, sable pools. Nothing else mattered, not their friends and relatives, not the kami in front of them, nothing. Life stood still. Words that had been given to them by Dende floated to their tongues and were spoken.
Trunks began the vows. "I pledge to protect and defend you." Goten repeated, albeit softer. Then, both spoke as one voice. "My life for your life. While we live, we share the joy of living with each other. My death for you life. I would be willing to lay down my life to save yours. My life for your death. I will spend my life avenging your death, if I can't prevent it. My death for your death. A part of me will die, when you do...." The last words hung on the air.
Sobbing was all that was heard. Bulma and Chichi leaned against each other, tears streaming down their cheeks. Goku was beaming. Vegeta let his guard dissolve, let the world see his joy. Gohan squeezed Atsumi's hand. Yamcha wiped a few tears aside. Oolong and Puar were openly crying (think Timon and pumbaa) 18 was as calm as usual. Marron hung onto her mother, giggling. Krillin was crying as well, and was smoothing his daughter's blonde hair. Piccolo, Dende, and Popo-sama smiled.
Trunks leaned down, captured Goten's lips in a gentle kiss. "I love you Goten."
"I love you too Trunks."
* * *
What'd you think? :P Do you want a lemony honeymoon? Do you want a sequel? How about...fifteen years after this and the lives the two lead. (children?, AtsumixGohan children? Bra, another boy for Vegeta and Bulma Another kid for chichi and goku? marron and someone?)
WEll, I already have an idea, for the kids. Let me know if you want this sequel. it will NOT be a main goten and trunks fic but will follow the childrens lives. Yaoi, yeah. Duh! If you dont want it, it won't bother me. If 5 people want the sequel, then i'll start it after i get the reviews.)
Okay, since I'm in the Gundam Wing mode, the kids are gonna be the GW boys. Lol.
Goten and Trunks: Heero (15) Aoi (3, girl)
Atsumi and Gohan Quatre (14) Meiran (12, girl) Pan (5, girl)
Vegeta and Bulma Trowa (15) Bra (9)
Marron and Ubuu Duo (15)
Chichi and Goku Wufei (13)
hee hee. Pairings: HeeroxDuo, QuatrexTrowa, MerianxWufei
Let me know!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P
Thanks to the reviewers:
Gotentrunks, lime, DarkDragoon0789, fushionHA, CrimsonAnjel *glomps, if it werent for you, i would never have had this idea*, Saiyangirl*dbz*dbgt (GO DENMARK!! :P), namak (the battery worked), rainbowscale, StarGazerHR02, Rez (thanks! ^_^ your great!), lance (*is shocked* Best?! Wow, thanks!*), sarah85 (those puppy dog eyes got to me)
OH!!!!!!! Another thing. I did not write those vows. They came from the wonderful book, Elven Star by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. I really recommend reading their books.
