disclaimers: I own it all!!! HAHAHAHAHA! Wanna see *shows documentation*
Goten: Its not real
AK: WHAT?!
Goten: *grabs paper and tears it up* Thank Kami she doesn't own it.
Ak: Your just scared that I'd have yummy, lemony scenes with you and Trunks. @_@
In case your confused, or get confused, Trunks and Goten do not know that the other is who they are. That means, they don't even know the others names. Okay? ^_^ Hope that helped.
ENEMIES OR LOVERS?
Goten stared from the sun room's windows at the torrents of rain that sluggishly descended to the ground below from the darkened the clouds. His relfection greeted him and Goten winced at how forlorn his appearance was. His lips were curled into a frown, his brown eyes were darkened with misery. It had been nearly a week since the ball and he yet had to come across Trunks. Goten shifted in the seat, resting his chin against his knees. To an outside observer it would seem to as if it was a child and not an adult that was in the plush armchair. "Trunks, where are you?" Goten whispered.
"Master Goten! What are you doing here sir?! You should be readying yourself for the meeting with your mother and father," Goten's personal servant, Nyobe, said as she came inside the room. She was an older woman who had cared for the young heir since he was ten. Nyobe sighed, resting a worn hand on Goten's shoulder. "Master Goten..are you alright?"
Goten peered up at Nyobe, seeking answers. To Goten, Nyobe was the only friend he had ever made that would not backstab him. As heir to the Son name, Goten was forced to spend most of his entire life inside, studying and learning the ways of the trade. Goten opened his mouth to speak but shut it in indecision. What did he want to ask? Would Nyobe shun him like his parents and peers no doubt would? "Nyobe...have you ever been in love?"
Nyobe was taken aback by her master's question but all surprise was thrown to the wayside at the sincereness in Goten's eyes and voice. "......I was once. When I was younger, about your age."
"What..what happened to him?"
"He died during the war, the one that first sparked the rivalry between your father and the Briefs. I was to be married to him that spring but, this is not the time to think about the past. You must always live in the present and never concern yourself with your past or your future. Take each day in stride and you'll soon realize that," Nyobe leaned closer, "all good things come to those who wait. That includes love." Straightening herself, she smiled at the awed expression on her young charge's face. Winking, she said, "Come on Master Goten. We must get you to your parents. Kami knows what royal fit they would have."
Goten chuckled, all the while wondering just how much Nyobe knew of himself and Trunks. He held her arm. "Ny..nyobe? How...how did you know? Do you know where I can find the person?"
"Goten," Nyobe discarded the formal title and opted with the equal one. Goten didn't mind as he waited for her to continue. "I'm not dumb. I saw the way you've been acting since that ball and I know that you met someone but I don't know who. Goten, you must be patient. The person that has stolen your heart is out there. He hasn't vanished. Are you ready to leave now?"
Goten nodded, a smile gracing his lips. "Thanks Nyobe. I needed to hear that."
"Anytime Master Goten."
* * *
Goten sank into one of the chairs that occupied the council room. As heir, he was given the seat on the right side of his father with his mother on the left side. Goten kept his face impassive as the large Saiyan sank into the chair beside him. Goku titled his head in a formal greeting. If this was ten years before, the overly innocent man would have let out a whoop and then clapped him on the back but not this Goku. This Goku was dark and shrewd. Chichi followed suit, eyes as cold as Goku's. Several minutes passed and the rest of the Son household entered. Gohan, Videl, and Pan muttered greetings to the others.
Goku's gaze hardened. "It appears that the Briefs were here last week at the ball. It was their son, he inflitrated the party. He didn't seem to have any hidden objectives, just to have a good time but to step foot on my property is considered death. I will not stand for this any longer. The boy may not have indirectly started this but I'm going to put and end to this feud, with Vegeta's blood."
The last, spoken in such blind rage and determination, caused a chill to shiver down Goten's spine. Had it not been so long ago when Goku called the other man friend and ally? Chichi nodded her affirmation. "I agree. They must be stopped one last time."
"When do you intend to confront Vegeta and his family?" Gohan asked, arms crossed in front of chest. Videl, who was every bit considered a Son, was hanging from his elbow.
A smirk twisted Goku's features. "Soon, son, very soon."
Thirteen year old Pan wriggled in her seat, dark hair plastered to the nape of her neck. She shot Goten a quick glance and she decided to keep her mouth shut. She loved her uncle dearly and she was the only one that could see that Goten was against the bloodshed. Pan sighed inaudibly. For as young as she was, she knew pain when she saw it. She made a mental note to speak with her uncle later.
* * *
Goten refused to ride in the limo with his family, instead he decided to walk to the nearby park. After he was returned home, he slipped into something more comfortable and with hands in his pockets, Goten sorrowfully made his way to the entrance of the vast park. It wasn't as if he agreed with the Briefs, but he didn't enjoy the blood that spilled because of each other. Nyobe's fiancee was just one of many innocent casulaties. Goten rubbed at his burning eyes, refusing to shed the tears he had cried a dozen times before.
Goten passed the willow tree, its limbs bending and it reminded Goten of himself. Only supported by the strong willpower of his love for Trunks. Goten laughed, Trunks name being the same as the strength of the tree, its trunk. "Seems we both have our own Trunks...."
Laughing behind Goten caused the young man to spin around and he nearly tripped had a pair of arms not caught him. "You always talk to yourself?" that voice was what had been haunting Goten's entire week.
* * *
I'm evil!!! Cliffies!! I'm in the process of writing the next chappie as i write this.
Mac: I'm glad I have someone addicted! Wow, its a drug! :P
Leaf: You should feel special. ^_^ I was bouncing too and I was feeling all sappy. Lol. Maybe thats why I wrote these. Hmm.
Jack V Briefs: Okay, here it is! Now, write!!! ^_^
dbz-fan: You and me both
Saiyangrl*dbz*dbgt: You know, I should be getting used to writing your name by now. Lol. *glomps* I love reading your reviews! Their always so long and I love long reviews! You love my fic. *cries* Yes, Goten is yours! ^_~ Have fun with him! Lol, keep him fed. Two hot bishies.... If I was a genius I'd figure out a way to mass produce Goten and Trunks look a likes. Imagine... Yeah, we get screwed over so much here in America. Time to move to another place. I can't wait to see the rest! Specially Gogeta! (only seen the pics, never seen him in action)
And the children all nestled in their beds, with visions of Goten plums and Trunks pops in their heads..... (Um, why did I just do that? Christmas mood I suppose. Hmm. Ooh, I should do that. Hee hee. A parody on Twas the night before Christmas! WHEE! I rant too much. :P)
THANKS FOR REVIEWING EVERYONE!!!!!!
Goten: Its not real
AK: WHAT?!
Goten: *grabs paper and tears it up* Thank Kami she doesn't own it.
Ak: Your just scared that I'd have yummy, lemony scenes with you and Trunks. @_@
In case your confused, or get confused, Trunks and Goten do not know that the other is who they are. That means, they don't even know the others names. Okay? ^_^ Hope that helped.
ENEMIES OR LOVERS?
Goten stared from the sun room's windows at the torrents of rain that sluggishly descended to the ground below from the darkened the clouds. His relfection greeted him and Goten winced at how forlorn his appearance was. His lips were curled into a frown, his brown eyes were darkened with misery. It had been nearly a week since the ball and he yet had to come across Trunks. Goten shifted in the seat, resting his chin against his knees. To an outside observer it would seem to as if it was a child and not an adult that was in the plush armchair. "Trunks, where are you?" Goten whispered.
"Master Goten! What are you doing here sir?! You should be readying yourself for the meeting with your mother and father," Goten's personal servant, Nyobe, said as she came inside the room. She was an older woman who had cared for the young heir since he was ten. Nyobe sighed, resting a worn hand on Goten's shoulder. "Master Goten..are you alright?"
Goten peered up at Nyobe, seeking answers. To Goten, Nyobe was the only friend he had ever made that would not backstab him. As heir to the Son name, Goten was forced to spend most of his entire life inside, studying and learning the ways of the trade. Goten opened his mouth to speak but shut it in indecision. What did he want to ask? Would Nyobe shun him like his parents and peers no doubt would? "Nyobe...have you ever been in love?"
Nyobe was taken aback by her master's question but all surprise was thrown to the wayside at the sincereness in Goten's eyes and voice. "......I was once. When I was younger, about your age."
"What..what happened to him?"
"He died during the war, the one that first sparked the rivalry between your father and the Briefs. I was to be married to him that spring but, this is not the time to think about the past. You must always live in the present and never concern yourself with your past or your future. Take each day in stride and you'll soon realize that," Nyobe leaned closer, "all good things come to those who wait. That includes love." Straightening herself, she smiled at the awed expression on her young charge's face. Winking, she said, "Come on Master Goten. We must get you to your parents. Kami knows what royal fit they would have."
Goten chuckled, all the while wondering just how much Nyobe knew of himself and Trunks. He held her arm. "Ny..nyobe? How...how did you know? Do you know where I can find the person?"
"Goten," Nyobe discarded the formal title and opted with the equal one. Goten didn't mind as he waited for her to continue. "I'm not dumb. I saw the way you've been acting since that ball and I know that you met someone but I don't know who. Goten, you must be patient. The person that has stolen your heart is out there. He hasn't vanished. Are you ready to leave now?"
Goten nodded, a smile gracing his lips. "Thanks Nyobe. I needed to hear that."
"Anytime Master Goten."
* * *
Goten sank into one of the chairs that occupied the council room. As heir, he was given the seat on the right side of his father with his mother on the left side. Goten kept his face impassive as the large Saiyan sank into the chair beside him. Goku titled his head in a formal greeting. If this was ten years before, the overly innocent man would have let out a whoop and then clapped him on the back but not this Goku. This Goku was dark and shrewd. Chichi followed suit, eyes as cold as Goku's. Several minutes passed and the rest of the Son household entered. Gohan, Videl, and Pan muttered greetings to the others.
Goku's gaze hardened. "It appears that the Briefs were here last week at the ball. It was their son, he inflitrated the party. He didn't seem to have any hidden objectives, just to have a good time but to step foot on my property is considered death. I will not stand for this any longer. The boy may not have indirectly started this but I'm going to put and end to this feud, with Vegeta's blood."
The last, spoken in such blind rage and determination, caused a chill to shiver down Goten's spine. Had it not been so long ago when Goku called the other man friend and ally? Chichi nodded her affirmation. "I agree. They must be stopped one last time."
"When do you intend to confront Vegeta and his family?" Gohan asked, arms crossed in front of chest. Videl, who was every bit considered a Son, was hanging from his elbow.
A smirk twisted Goku's features. "Soon, son, very soon."
Thirteen year old Pan wriggled in her seat, dark hair plastered to the nape of her neck. She shot Goten a quick glance and she decided to keep her mouth shut. She loved her uncle dearly and she was the only one that could see that Goten was against the bloodshed. Pan sighed inaudibly. For as young as she was, she knew pain when she saw it. She made a mental note to speak with her uncle later.
* * *
Goten refused to ride in the limo with his family, instead he decided to walk to the nearby park. After he was returned home, he slipped into something more comfortable and with hands in his pockets, Goten sorrowfully made his way to the entrance of the vast park. It wasn't as if he agreed with the Briefs, but he didn't enjoy the blood that spilled because of each other. Nyobe's fiancee was just one of many innocent casulaties. Goten rubbed at his burning eyes, refusing to shed the tears he had cried a dozen times before.
Goten passed the willow tree, its limbs bending and it reminded Goten of himself. Only supported by the strong willpower of his love for Trunks. Goten laughed, Trunks name being the same as the strength of the tree, its trunk. "Seems we both have our own Trunks...."
Laughing behind Goten caused the young man to spin around and he nearly tripped had a pair of arms not caught him. "You always talk to yourself?" that voice was what had been haunting Goten's entire week.
* * *
I'm evil!!! Cliffies!! I'm in the process of writing the next chappie as i write this.
Mac: I'm glad I have someone addicted! Wow, its a drug! :P
Leaf: You should feel special. ^_^ I was bouncing too and I was feeling all sappy. Lol. Maybe thats why I wrote these. Hmm.
Jack V Briefs: Okay, here it is! Now, write!!! ^_^
dbz-fan: You and me both
Saiyangrl*dbz*dbgt: You know, I should be getting used to writing your name by now. Lol. *glomps* I love reading your reviews! Their always so long and I love long reviews! You love my fic. *cries* Yes, Goten is yours! ^_~ Have fun with him! Lol, keep him fed. Two hot bishies.... If I was a genius I'd figure out a way to mass produce Goten and Trunks look a likes. Imagine... Yeah, we get screwed over so much here in America. Time to move to another place. I can't wait to see the rest! Specially Gogeta! (only seen the pics, never seen him in action)
And the children all nestled in their beds, with visions of Goten plums and Trunks pops in their heads..... (Um, why did I just do that? Christmas mood I suppose. Hmm. Ooh, I should do that. Hee hee. A parody on Twas the night before Christmas! WHEE! I rant too much. :P)
THANKS FOR REVIEWING EVERYONE!!!!!!