Disclaimer: Agitation has finally set in. I don't own DBZ. If you haven't figured that out by now, then you need help.

Warning: More fun with our favorite peeps! If you don't like it, don't read it.

Author's Note: Now that everything is all said and done, I'm supposing everyone wants me to finish off Bebi so Goten and Trunks can live a "normal" life, be hassled by their families for their sexual preferences, and try to figure out what they're going to do later on. All in good time, all in good time. For now, let's just see what's going to happen from here on out. We still haven't heard those 3 specific words come from either bishounen yet- R&R!

Chapter Eleven

~*Goten's Point of View*~

There was a demanding silence afterwards that crushed my thoughts, and so I was content to laying on the ground, unmoving. Trunks hadn't moved either, and I was beginning to wonder if we had done the right thing. It felt right, Kami help me for saying that, but it was true. I had never felt more complete than I had in that last second before release and I had pulled him close to me. What, in my right mind, had made me do that, I didn't know, but strangely enough, I felt nearer to him than I ever had in my entire life. I guess that was one thing I had to thank Bebi for if we got out of this place.

"Chibi?" Ah, so the voiceless bishounen speaks. I wonder what he wanted; maybe he wanted to-

"Yeah?" Was that me? I sounded too tired to be anything but normal. Well, I guess that had been the consequences of making love with Trunks, maybe. Who knew?

"Are you awake?" I almost started laughing, but chose to roll over onto my side and lean on my elbow, facing his back, instead.

"No, I think I'm dead," I replied, earning an easily won chuckle from my lover before he, too, turned to face me. His eyes were bright, no longer shadowed with hidden emotions, and I edged closer to him until we lay side-by-side, nose-to-nose. My hand touched his face, caressing the skin of his angular jaw, and then slid to his lips, playing with them lightly. Kami, how I could get used to this.

"Goten, I-I love you." My body quickly went rigid as those words fell out of his mouth, and I pulled back, as if I had just been bitten. Where had that come from?

"W-what? What did you say?" If I hadn't been awake then, I was a hell of a lot more now. Did I just hear what he said correctly or had I only been deluding myself into thinking that he had?

"I said that I-I loved you." A strange new feeling washed over me and I smiled, rubbing a hand through my hair even as a blush rose to my cheeks.

"Oh." Damn it, Goten, that's not what you're supposed to say, but as the truth was, that was the only thing I could manage. My tongue was twisted into so many knots that it was a miracle I'd made a sound at all. Trunks immediately sat up, his eyes scanning for the clothes that he lost even as his face burnt an unimaginable shade of crimson and he lowered his eyes away from my gaze.

"Gomen, Chibi. I shouldn't have said that. It was-" His apology instantly kicked my brain into gear. I reached out and pulled him back, so that he landed on top of me. This was a rather strange turn of events, although it made for some even more passionate suggestions. I looked up at him, a hand pulling his face close to mine. I think he was in too much shock to do anything but obey; either that or he knew what was coming.

"Don't apologize. I-" Oh, Kami, here it came. "I love you, too. I have for a really long-" His lips were pressed to mine faster than I could comprehend, but it was a slow, still full of enthusiasm kiss that sent my mind reeling and this time, I was the one who was numbed to the bone, unable to do anything but hold onto him. My hips thrusted upward into his, brushing his already forming erection, and I whimpered even as he tossed his head back, eyes shut tight and beads of sweat glazing his tanned skin.

"Trunks, please-" He stared down at me then, his orbs of burning fire a shade lighter than that of his normal blue, and nodded before sliding himself lower on me, bringing another moan from my raw throat. I'd never been so sexually aroused before in my entire life and coming from me that was-

Oh, Kami!

"TRUNKS!"

~*Trunks's Point of View*~

A smile fell to my lips when Goten screamed my name, almost shattering my eardrums at the loudness of his voice, as I used my tongue to stroke the underside of his hardened cock. Serves you right, my friend. It was payback time and I was going to thoroughly enjoy the benefits of this. I wanted to see how much he liked being the one teased to such an extent that he would beg or do anything so that he could reach release. My thoughts briefly crossed the idea of using the belt Goten had taken off of me earlier, but I dismissed it, knowing that that was what he'd had in mind. Kinkier stuff later, just making love, teasing, body dominating love, right now.

Another thought coming to me, I stopped what I was doing, earning a whimpered protest from Goten, and stood up, bringing him with me. Where was that wall? I know I hadn't strayed too far from it, and using that would definitely be an advantage for the both of us. Goten followed without thinking, unaware that he was to be subject to the deviously created "Trunks Sex Special." Well, it wasn't as designed as it sounded it, but it would get the job done, and I was really beginning to actually want to do this. I couldn't hold out much longer; my will power only pushed so far.

Walking just a bit further, my hand brushed the rock barrier, and I tugged Goten's hand, pushing him against it even as I began preparing him with my fingers. I guess he'd figured out what I had been planning because his pleas were now undertoned sobs of "Trunks," "Please," and "Oh, Kami, hurry." As I positioned myself to fill him, guilt flooded me. How could I abuse my friend this way and keep him from reaching fulfillment? In fact, now that I really thought about it, where had the thought to do that come from in the first place? I wasn't cruel enough to do something so unconventional to my best friend, my newly found lover, and think to be rewarded for it later. I couldn't be-

Hell, yes, I was being Saiyajin, and that part of me wanted something rough, something mind-numbing, something-

Something else that I could not explain or even begin to grasp.

Ignoring the urge to do as that side of me requested, I slammed into Goten, compensated with a cry of gratitude so overwhelming that it melted my heart, and my hand snaked around his waist, closing around his member in a tight grip. His hips bucked forward, dragging me with him, and I hissed in pleasure even as I began to move, forward with my body and backward with my hand, sandwiching Goten between the two. I felt something warm splashing my skin and I immediately knew it to be tears.

Chibi?

I would have slowed, had we both not been on the edge of release, to find out what was wrong, but my body was tensing, drawing closer to that pentacle of pleasure, and as I felt cum washing over my hand, pouring from him as he wept his climax, I erupted into a cataclysm of brilliant colors, digging my free fingers into the flesh of his hips to bring him driving backwards one last time. I said something, I wasn't sure what, but when we sank to the ground, sweat dripping from our bodies, he slowly eased himself from me and turned around, tears still streaking down his face.

"Trunks, I love you. Good Kami-sama, do I ever." My hand reached up, brushing away the wetness from his cheeks. I raised up, kissing him gently on the mouth.

"And I love you, Goten. Don't cry." His teeth sank into his lower lip, biting back the fresh wave of emotion that, I could tell, assaulted his senses. He flattened himself against me, bringing his arms up and around my head so that he could embrace me.

"Gomen nasai, Trunks-kun. Are we-are we ever going to get out of this place?" I stroked his hair, wanting to soothe him, but I didn't know what to say that would put his soul at ease.

"Yeah, Chibi, we will. I don't know how, but we will." Suddenly, he broke into fresh tears and gripped me tightly, and abruptly, I felt smaller than him.

"But-but I don't want to. I just want to stay here- with you." My thoughts scrambled themselves for a moment but then I inhaled sharply, the real reason for my lover's upset revealed to me. Things could never go back to the way they were before, and our families-

Our families might not accept us for being what we were, and that, as I knew, could tear us apart. My arms constricted around Goten, and we held each other, unable to let go.

~Chikyuu; Son Residence~

Bebi climbed to his feet, testing his ability within his newly acquired body, and blinked, clearing his vision with ease. What did this incredibly magnificent Saiyajin specimen need glasses for? He could see just fine without them, and besides, they were ridiculous to look at anyway. Grunting unintelligible, he glanced around, smiling maliciously at the scene. That bothersome woman was unconscious, face down on the ground, and his former inhabitant was lying, sprawled on his back, a few feet away, blood running from his lax mouth.

So much for Son Goten, he thought, walking over to him and crushing his limp hand with a booted foot. Although his evil egg was still embedded deeply within him, he knew that this disciple would be difficult to maintain if he and that other brat found the way to re-control their bodies. Bebi supposed that he had been ignorant in sending both of their spirits to the same location, but perhaps they would be too stupid in realizing where they were. It all depended on him getting to his next target and taking him by surprise, and with Son Gohan's body as a vessel, it would be an easy task.

Ignoring the protest of the half Saiyajin's soul still encompassed within the figure he now possessed, Bebi gathered the unused energy of his ki, and without glancing back, soared into the sky, preparing a strategy on controlling the most powerful being on the planet.

Vegeta.

A/N: ~sniffles~ Poor Truten, won't they ever get a break?! And what about Bebi? Somebody just needs to kill him! Give me some reviews and I'll post the next part ^_~