Gohan stared into the phone in shock. "You want a WHAT?!"
"Um...a fresh-coconut and peanut butter burrito?" Goten's voice was crackly, the lines in the 437 mountain region not being the best, but Gohan was SURE he'd heard him right this time.
Gohan grimaced. That was disgusting. "Err...I guess so Goten, do you need anything else? Did mom say WHY you should call me if you needed anything?" *Is there any particular reason you want something so disgusting?*
Goten hesitated, "Well...a can of creamed corn would be nice. You know, to dip the burrito in? ....uh, Gohan?" Goten tapped the line as all he heard was a choked gag, "Gohan, you there?"
Gohan spit into a nearby garbage can and readjusted his adoptive daughter, Pan, in his arms, "Ugh, yeah, I'm fine Goten. I'm not so sure about you. Now spill. Why the heck are you eating like a pregnant woman?! The only person I've EVER seen eat such...interesting...food combinations was d-" Oops. Gohan hesitated. He'd almost forgotten that Goten didn't know Pan's true origins.
The line was silent for a moment, then came Goten's crackly reply, "You mean dad? When he was p-pregnant?"
Gohan DID drop the phone this time. Setting Pan in her play pen, he hurriedly scooped it up, the words stolen from his throat for a moment, "....GOTEN, how did you KNOW ABOUT THAT?!"
Goten revived the silence, thinking that just MAYBE he shouldn't have said that, "Um...I didn't, lucky guess, wow, dad was pregnant too, huh? EEP!"
Gohan's grip cracked the plastic casing of the phone, "TOO?!"
Goten gulped. "Umm, sorry. Wrong number!" *SLAM* That had been smooth, right? Well, pretty smooth...okay. He'd screwed up. Goten groaned. Now he was NEVER going to get his burrito.
~*~
Trunks, being the ever fortuitous being he was, chose almost that exact moment to arrive at Gohan's place for his little confessional.
Trunks gulped and slowly placed his fist against the door, closing his eyes. This was it. He was about to knock on death's door. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, he never got the chance. Gohan yanked the door open before he could even get in one knock.
Trunks gulped, staring into Gohan's enraged face, "G-G-Gohan...hello..."
Gohan growled low in his throat. Trunks took that as a bad sign. Trunks almost quailed as the man before him pinned him with an acid gaze and hissed, "I...am going...TO KILL...your father!"
Trunks' eyes flew wide, "Wh-what?! Why!" Why would Gohan want to kill his father?! It didn't make sense, Gohan was the most pacifistic man he knew.
Gohan stared at Trunks, causing the other man to fidget, then finally gritted out, "Goten's pregnant. There's only one fucking bastard I know who gets one of the Son males knocked up."
Trunks' eyes flew wide and after a few long moments in that state, his brain really began to crave oxygen again. Taking a gasping breath he shrieked, "PREGNANT?! HOW DO GUYS GET PREGNANT?! OH KAMI! I KNOCKED UP GOTEN!" Slapping a hand over his mouth, his conscious almost seemed to laugh. After all, it HAD warned him. Taking a fearful step backwards, Trunks blurted, "I'm sorry Gohan, please don't kill me, I didn't MEAN to rape him, I just....erp." Seeing as how the look in Gohan's eyes had just flashed from dazed confusion to a brutally intent 'I'm-going-to-rip-you- apart-and-not-put-the-pieces-back-together' glare, Trunks garnered that that had not been the correct thing to say.
Feeling the hand close around his throat, Trunks reflected almost bitterly, that he really did deserve this.
~*~
Goten stared at his brother's door and sighed. Hunger had won out yet again. NOW he was craving an oyster and watermelon salad, and nothing else would do. Carefully pushing open the door, Goten peeked inside. He gaped. There was nothing else he COULD do. There hung Trunks in mid-air, Gohan's hand wrapped firmly around his throat, squeezing tightly.
Goten felt his heart squeeze. Trunks already sported a black eye and several other bruises, but most worrying of all, he wasn't fighting back. He just hung limply, letting Gohan do as he pleased. *No...Trunks...* Even if Trunks WAS avoiding him, he still loved him. He was his best friend...and more. He'd loved him since they were children. Goten often thought that his feelings for his purple-haired friend was the only subject on which Trunks was entirely clueless.
"Gohan stop it!" Goten barely recognized his own voice as he flew forward, grabbing at the hands encircling Trunks' throat, "What do you think you're DOING?!"
Gohan's voice was blank with anger. It was frighteningly like Vegeta's had been many years ago before a combination of time, and Bulma and Goku's influence had softened it. "How can you ask me that..." the low, quiet hiss filled the room as Gohan tried to tighten his hand and Goten tried to stop him, "This....BASTARD....is the one who did this to you!"
Trunks hung quietly, his eyes tracing the contours of Goten's face for what might be the last time. The black orbs were strained and dull...he looked so tired...he looked so beautiful. Trunks bit back the thoughts. That's what had started this all in the first place.
Goten was through with asking nicely. Rearing back, he punched his big brother solidly in the jaw, "LET HIM GO!"
Gohan was jolted from his angry daze by Goten's entirely out of character reaction and slowly lowered Trunks to the ground, hand releasing it's hold on his neck. Rubbing his jaw with one hand, he stared at his little brother quietly, wondering just when he'd grown up and how he'd failed to notice.
Goten rushed forward and caught Trunks before he slumped to the floor, "TRUNKS! Trunks-kun, are you okay?!"
Trunks gazed sadly up at Goten. Even after all that'd happened, Goten was still his friend. He was too...perfect for someone like him. "Yeah...I'm fine..." Trunks' voice was soft. Any louder and he knew Goten'd hear it.
Gohan DID hear it, eyes fleeing from Goten to lock sharply on Trunks' face. Examining the man's pale, bruised features, Gohan was able to SEE it as well. Trunks was in love with Goten. Turning his eyes to his brother, he saw the same hopeless infatuation written in across his features. A small smile crept over Gohan's lips. "I think you two have a lot to talk about." Picking up Pan, he gave them one last glance and walked into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
Trunks watched Gohan go with a nervous sort of anticipation. He almost wished he'd stay. Even being killed by a vengeful big brother was better than facing what he'd done head on. "Goten..." Trunks' voice was scratchy, captive tears making it shake, "I'm SO SORRY..."
Goten was confused. This was the first time he'd seen Trunks in months, and all he could do was sit there and stare at the floor. Maybe Trunks really WAS angry with him. Reaching out, Goten caught Trunks' chin and lifted his eyes to meet his own. Tilting his head to the side, he asked softly, "What for?"
Trunks was absolutely helpless. He'd rather have that hand around his throat for the few more minutes it'd take to choke the life out of him than face those fathomless black eyes. Those eyes he loved so much. Those eyes that spoke of hurt...betrayal. Trunks shuddered, "Goten...Chibi..." he broke the gaze, knowing his father would call him weak. He just couldn't hold it "...I'm SO sorry Chibi...I was wrong..."
Goten felt a bit of hope stir in his heart. Was Trunks apologizing for not calling him? For avoiding him? Maybe...maybe he didn't hate him after all? "Trunks..." Goten's thumb strayed across his lover's lips, gently tracing their outline, "...I missed you..."
Trunks leaned into the touch, unable to help himself, eyes filling with tears. Softly, "Goten...how could you forgive me for what I did, much less MISS me?!" His voice was filled with an unmistakeable self-loathing, "Chibi, you were drunk, I took advantage of you...I raped you!" He turned away, chin pulling free of Goten's grasp before the other man could see his tears, "I'm so sorry Goten...I was drunk too...but I...I knew exactly what I was doing." His eyes closed. There. He'd done it. Goten could never forgive him now.
Goten's eyes widened. Trunks thought he'd FORCED him?! Goten blushed slightly to remember it, but he knew that he was in NO way forced. In fact...it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself right about now. "Trunks..."
Trunks flinched at the voice, "...yes?"
Goten scooted forward and wrapped his arms around Trunks' shoulders, leaning his head against the tangled purple mass that covered his friend's head, "Um...you didn't force me to do anything."
Trunks froze at the touch, harshly reminding himself that Goten was just being friendly, that they'd engaged in such casual touching before they'd ever...done anything together. Trunks shook his head uncomfortably, "Goten...that's nice of you to say, and I...I appreciate it, but..."
Goten growled. Trunks always WAS a slow learner. He'd just have to show him.
Trunks' eyes flew wide as Goten pulled him into his lap, and hungry lips met his own. He almost melted under the force of the kiss, but being a stubborn boy, attempted one last protestation of guilt, "Mmmph! Goten, you don't--"
Goten kissed him again, this time catching Trunks' tongue between his teeth and smirking into the blue eyes mere inches from his own. Trunks really did talk too much.
~*~
Gohan sat at the table, joggling baby Pan. He looked up with a smile as his wife came in the kitchen door. "Hey honey, fight any criminals today?"
Videl groaned, "Two at the bank and FIVE shoplifters! Damn it, I swear they don't even bother to hire new officers anymore! They just assume we'll do it!"
Gohan grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Ever since people found out I was Saiyaman, they keep shooting bullets at me! The worst part is, most of them aren't criminals...they just want to see if I'm really bullet proof!"
Videl glowered at the thought of someone shooting bullets at her husband and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. "Next time, send them to me." Putting down her bags, she headed towards the kitchen door, hearing some odd sounds from the living room. *Did Gohan leave the TV on? That's odd, he never watches...* O.O Meep!
Closing the door, Videl fled quickly back into the kitchen and looked at Gohan incredulously. "Gohan...did you know that your brother and Trunks are having sex in our living room?" She asked in a choked whisper.
Gohan blinked sheepishly, "Err...well, I figured they might. Sorry, I kind of forgot. Hey, you want to go out to dinner? I think they have some things to work out."
Videl narrowed her eyes. She didn't particularly appreciate people having sex in her living room, but if Gohan was allowing this, it must be important. "Alright Gohan. But you WILL explain..."
Gohan gulped meekly, "Of course dear."
~*~
Notes: Aww. Kawaii. Okay, I have a thing with misplaced self- recrimination, so sue me! Nothing of Bulma/ChiChi/Gogeta (Goku/Vegeta) in this chapter, but I didn't put that in just to satisfy my own slightly twisted mind. Nope, I've got a plan! Anyway, nothing to say ^_^ thank you to those who have reviewed, I appreciate it. As to how a guy can get pregnant...erm, well, this is NOT an original concept. ^_^ My answer is also unoriginal. Well, at least it WILL be. Let me go read and steal someone elses better answer and I'll get back to you. Alright, enough random rambling. My fingers just won't stop typing! Dewa matta, minna- san!
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"Um...a fresh-coconut and peanut butter burrito?" Goten's voice was crackly, the lines in the 437 mountain region not being the best, but Gohan was SURE he'd heard him right this time.
Gohan grimaced. That was disgusting. "Err...I guess so Goten, do you need anything else? Did mom say WHY you should call me if you needed anything?" *Is there any particular reason you want something so disgusting?*
Goten hesitated, "Well...a can of creamed corn would be nice. You know, to dip the burrito in? ....uh, Gohan?" Goten tapped the line as all he heard was a choked gag, "Gohan, you there?"
Gohan spit into a nearby garbage can and readjusted his adoptive daughter, Pan, in his arms, "Ugh, yeah, I'm fine Goten. I'm not so sure about you. Now spill. Why the heck are you eating like a pregnant woman?! The only person I've EVER seen eat such...interesting...food combinations was d-" Oops. Gohan hesitated. He'd almost forgotten that Goten didn't know Pan's true origins.
The line was silent for a moment, then came Goten's crackly reply, "You mean dad? When he was p-pregnant?"
Gohan DID drop the phone this time. Setting Pan in her play pen, he hurriedly scooped it up, the words stolen from his throat for a moment, "....GOTEN, how did you KNOW ABOUT THAT?!"
Goten revived the silence, thinking that just MAYBE he shouldn't have said that, "Um...I didn't, lucky guess, wow, dad was pregnant too, huh? EEP!"
Gohan's grip cracked the plastic casing of the phone, "TOO?!"
Goten gulped. "Umm, sorry. Wrong number!" *SLAM* That had been smooth, right? Well, pretty smooth...okay. He'd screwed up. Goten groaned. Now he was NEVER going to get his burrito.
~*~
Trunks, being the ever fortuitous being he was, chose almost that exact moment to arrive at Gohan's place for his little confessional.
Trunks gulped and slowly placed his fist against the door, closing his eyes. This was it. He was about to knock on death's door. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, he never got the chance. Gohan yanked the door open before he could even get in one knock.
Trunks gulped, staring into Gohan's enraged face, "G-G-Gohan...hello..."
Gohan growled low in his throat. Trunks took that as a bad sign. Trunks almost quailed as the man before him pinned him with an acid gaze and hissed, "I...am going...TO KILL...your father!"
Trunks' eyes flew wide, "Wh-what?! Why!" Why would Gohan want to kill his father?! It didn't make sense, Gohan was the most pacifistic man he knew.
Gohan stared at Trunks, causing the other man to fidget, then finally gritted out, "Goten's pregnant. There's only one fucking bastard I know who gets one of the Son males knocked up."
Trunks' eyes flew wide and after a few long moments in that state, his brain really began to crave oxygen again. Taking a gasping breath he shrieked, "PREGNANT?! HOW DO GUYS GET PREGNANT?! OH KAMI! I KNOCKED UP GOTEN!" Slapping a hand over his mouth, his conscious almost seemed to laugh. After all, it HAD warned him. Taking a fearful step backwards, Trunks blurted, "I'm sorry Gohan, please don't kill me, I didn't MEAN to rape him, I just....erp." Seeing as how the look in Gohan's eyes had just flashed from dazed confusion to a brutally intent 'I'm-going-to-rip-you- apart-and-not-put-the-pieces-back-together' glare, Trunks garnered that that had not been the correct thing to say.
Feeling the hand close around his throat, Trunks reflected almost bitterly, that he really did deserve this.
~*~
Goten stared at his brother's door and sighed. Hunger had won out yet again. NOW he was craving an oyster and watermelon salad, and nothing else would do. Carefully pushing open the door, Goten peeked inside. He gaped. There was nothing else he COULD do. There hung Trunks in mid-air, Gohan's hand wrapped firmly around his throat, squeezing tightly.
Goten felt his heart squeeze. Trunks already sported a black eye and several other bruises, but most worrying of all, he wasn't fighting back. He just hung limply, letting Gohan do as he pleased. *No...Trunks...* Even if Trunks WAS avoiding him, he still loved him. He was his best friend...and more. He'd loved him since they were children. Goten often thought that his feelings for his purple-haired friend was the only subject on which Trunks was entirely clueless.
"Gohan stop it!" Goten barely recognized his own voice as he flew forward, grabbing at the hands encircling Trunks' throat, "What do you think you're DOING?!"
Gohan's voice was blank with anger. It was frighteningly like Vegeta's had been many years ago before a combination of time, and Bulma and Goku's influence had softened it. "How can you ask me that..." the low, quiet hiss filled the room as Gohan tried to tighten his hand and Goten tried to stop him, "This....BASTARD....is the one who did this to you!"
Trunks hung quietly, his eyes tracing the contours of Goten's face for what might be the last time. The black orbs were strained and dull...he looked so tired...he looked so beautiful. Trunks bit back the thoughts. That's what had started this all in the first place.
Goten was through with asking nicely. Rearing back, he punched his big brother solidly in the jaw, "LET HIM GO!"
Gohan was jolted from his angry daze by Goten's entirely out of character reaction and slowly lowered Trunks to the ground, hand releasing it's hold on his neck. Rubbing his jaw with one hand, he stared at his little brother quietly, wondering just when he'd grown up and how he'd failed to notice.
Goten rushed forward and caught Trunks before he slumped to the floor, "TRUNKS! Trunks-kun, are you okay?!"
Trunks gazed sadly up at Goten. Even after all that'd happened, Goten was still his friend. He was too...perfect for someone like him. "Yeah...I'm fine..." Trunks' voice was soft. Any louder and he knew Goten'd hear it.
Gohan DID hear it, eyes fleeing from Goten to lock sharply on Trunks' face. Examining the man's pale, bruised features, Gohan was able to SEE it as well. Trunks was in love with Goten. Turning his eyes to his brother, he saw the same hopeless infatuation written in across his features. A small smile crept over Gohan's lips. "I think you two have a lot to talk about." Picking up Pan, he gave them one last glance and walked into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
Trunks watched Gohan go with a nervous sort of anticipation. He almost wished he'd stay. Even being killed by a vengeful big brother was better than facing what he'd done head on. "Goten..." Trunks' voice was scratchy, captive tears making it shake, "I'm SO SORRY..."
Goten was confused. This was the first time he'd seen Trunks in months, and all he could do was sit there and stare at the floor. Maybe Trunks really WAS angry with him. Reaching out, Goten caught Trunks' chin and lifted his eyes to meet his own. Tilting his head to the side, he asked softly, "What for?"
Trunks was absolutely helpless. He'd rather have that hand around his throat for the few more minutes it'd take to choke the life out of him than face those fathomless black eyes. Those eyes he loved so much. Those eyes that spoke of hurt...betrayal. Trunks shuddered, "Goten...Chibi..." he broke the gaze, knowing his father would call him weak. He just couldn't hold it "...I'm SO sorry Chibi...I was wrong..."
Goten felt a bit of hope stir in his heart. Was Trunks apologizing for not calling him? For avoiding him? Maybe...maybe he didn't hate him after all? "Trunks..." Goten's thumb strayed across his lover's lips, gently tracing their outline, "...I missed you..."
Trunks leaned into the touch, unable to help himself, eyes filling with tears. Softly, "Goten...how could you forgive me for what I did, much less MISS me?!" His voice was filled with an unmistakeable self-loathing, "Chibi, you were drunk, I took advantage of you...I raped you!" He turned away, chin pulling free of Goten's grasp before the other man could see his tears, "I'm so sorry Goten...I was drunk too...but I...I knew exactly what I was doing." His eyes closed. There. He'd done it. Goten could never forgive him now.
Goten's eyes widened. Trunks thought he'd FORCED him?! Goten blushed slightly to remember it, but he knew that he was in NO way forced. In fact...it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself right about now. "Trunks..."
Trunks flinched at the voice, "...yes?"
Goten scooted forward and wrapped his arms around Trunks' shoulders, leaning his head against the tangled purple mass that covered his friend's head, "Um...you didn't force me to do anything."
Trunks froze at the touch, harshly reminding himself that Goten was just being friendly, that they'd engaged in such casual touching before they'd ever...done anything together. Trunks shook his head uncomfortably, "Goten...that's nice of you to say, and I...I appreciate it, but..."
Goten growled. Trunks always WAS a slow learner. He'd just have to show him.
Trunks' eyes flew wide as Goten pulled him into his lap, and hungry lips met his own. He almost melted under the force of the kiss, but being a stubborn boy, attempted one last protestation of guilt, "Mmmph! Goten, you don't--"
Goten kissed him again, this time catching Trunks' tongue between his teeth and smirking into the blue eyes mere inches from his own. Trunks really did talk too much.
~*~
Gohan sat at the table, joggling baby Pan. He looked up with a smile as his wife came in the kitchen door. "Hey honey, fight any criminals today?"
Videl groaned, "Two at the bank and FIVE shoplifters! Damn it, I swear they don't even bother to hire new officers anymore! They just assume we'll do it!"
Gohan grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Ever since people found out I was Saiyaman, they keep shooting bullets at me! The worst part is, most of them aren't criminals...they just want to see if I'm really bullet proof!"
Videl glowered at the thought of someone shooting bullets at her husband and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. "Next time, send them to me." Putting down her bags, she headed towards the kitchen door, hearing some odd sounds from the living room. *Did Gohan leave the TV on? That's odd, he never watches...* O.O Meep!
Closing the door, Videl fled quickly back into the kitchen and looked at Gohan incredulously. "Gohan...did you know that your brother and Trunks are having sex in our living room?" She asked in a choked whisper.
Gohan blinked sheepishly, "Err...well, I figured they might. Sorry, I kind of forgot. Hey, you want to go out to dinner? I think they have some things to work out."
Videl narrowed her eyes. She didn't particularly appreciate people having sex in her living room, but if Gohan was allowing this, it must be important. "Alright Gohan. But you WILL explain..."
Gohan gulped meekly, "Of course dear."
~*~
Notes: Aww. Kawaii. Okay, I have a thing with misplaced self- recrimination, so sue me! Nothing of Bulma/ChiChi/Gogeta (Goku/Vegeta) in this chapter, but I didn't put that in just to satisfy my own slightly twisted mind. Nope, I've got a plan! Anyway, nothing to say ^_^ thank you to those who have reviewed, I appreciate it. As to how a guy can get pregnant...erm, well, this is NOT an original concept. ^_^ My answer is also unoriginal. Well, at least it WILL be. Let me go read and steal someone elses better answer and I'll get back to you. Alright, enough random rambling. My fingers just won't stop typing! Dewa matta, minna- san!
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