disclaimers: not mine

summary: Goten's turned bad. ^^

warnings: boy x boy love

notes: i'm so slow. :-D Galatic Slugs are faster. @_@

Chapter 2

Goten hummed merrily to himself as he returned to the kitchen. His nose wrinkled in distaste as he realised he wreaked of Trunks' scent. Had he been too rash when dealing with Trunks? Was he angry that Trunks was jealous of Vegeta and himself? Shouldnt he be happy that Trunks was? That Trunks, in fact, wanted him just as much he wanted Trunks? Goten growled, angrily snapping his eyes close to vanquish the sudden welling of tears in the murky depths.

He was not feeling guilt. Trunks deserved it. He was a hypocrite and besides, Vegeta treated Goten like an equal and not as some second-degree warrior. Goten was sick of having to keep a tight control over his Saiyan heritage. Trunks, upon the defeat of Buu and entering the ranks of the popularity, had stopped doing anything related to power. He quit training; something that pissed Vegeta off. He ceased with developing the Saiyajin instincts; such as smelling fear, desire, et cetera from a person's aura. It sickened Goten that Trunks was ashamed of his father's blood.

Goten's nose rose to the air, smelling the spicy scent that Vegeta emitted. He smirked, turning on his heel and meeting his prince's raised brow gaze. Vegeta crossed his arms in front of his compact but muscular chest. "What'd you do to the brat?"

Goten purred, sauntering towards Vegeta. The Saiyajin merely cocked another brow. Goten's nimble fingers traced along the curves and dips of Vegeta's abdominal plane, the muscles fluttering against the touch. Though, shorter than Goten by several inches, Vegeta wasn't intimidated by the feline gleam in Goten's hardened oculates. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Ah." Vegeta allowed the teasing tongue of his young lover to lap against his lower lip to travel to his ear. The tantalizing appendage nibbled at the lobe. Vegeta shoved Goten against the counter roughly; Goten didn't wince when the edge dug into his back. "Let's get this straight. You are the sub. You don't do anything to me unless I give you permission. That clear?"

"Crystal, Vegeta-sama." Goten groaned at the closeness of their clothed crotches. Just to inch a little nearer.. A slap to the arm that was about to pull Vegeta against him caused him to yelp. He pouted at the mischevious twinkle in Vegeta's obisidan eyes. "Please Vegeta-sama. I need you," Goten whispered huskily, hand trailing to the front of his pants.

Vegeta shook his head. "Ah ah ah. You even think about touching yourself, I won't have sex with you for a week." Something in that silken voice had Goten thinking it wouldn't be wise to continue his self exploration. Vegeta smirked. "Good boy."

Goten whimpered as a ki signature appeared. "I'm going to train. Tell Trunks that he had best leave me alone." Goten's voice trembeled and he made fake tears cloud his eyes. He was such a good actor. Vegeta wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

"What do you mean?"

"Trunks....Trunks told me that," Goten bit his lip, "He would take me without my consent if I didn't agree to have sex with him soon. He told me he would fight you."

Vegeta hissed, entire body bristling with anger. Trunks stepped inside and was immediately attacked by an irate Vegeta. The older man tightened his grip around Trunks throat, barely leaving a passage for air. Vegeta snarled, "You even THINK about fucking Goten and you'll wish you had died. I dont give a fuck if you are my son, NOBODY touches what's mine." Vegeta flung Trunks to the floor, the confused young man coughing and taking in great gulps of air. "So, you want to fight me?!" Vegeta bellowed. Trunks wheezed, shaking his head fervently in negation. Vegeta glared. "Keep the fuck away from Goten."

Vegeta grabbed Goten's arm, leading him past Trunks. Trunks raised those pain filled blue eyes towards Goten....and saw something that was never supposed to be on his innocent friend's face. Pure and utter hate combined with a deep lust for the man in front of him. It hurt Trunks more than the rapidly appearing bruises on his milky white throat. Goten smirked as they passed. It had been a lie. Trunks couldn't stop the tears that flowed down his beautiful face. He missed the miniscule amount of regret on Goten's visage as the door slammed shut.

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Vegeta planted kisses along his lover's naked torso, pausing at the inner thighs to nip and suckle. Goten growled in impatience at the sheer slowness of Vegeta's actions. Vegeta chuckled. "Eager, aren't we?" Goten nodded spastically. Vegeta's warm breath tickled his swollen shaft as he moved back up Goten's body. The young demi groaned.

"Damnit Vegeta! You are awful!"

"You should have known what you were getting into." Vegeta bit into Goten's neck, earning a frenzied moan of sheer pleasure. "I'm a Saiyan, I dont care about needless romance and having a partner for an equal. I do what I want. You just have to accept that."

"Anything Vegeta-sama," Goten moaned, bucking against Vegeta, their sweat- slick bodies sliding against each other's in a rhythmic dance of bliss. "I'd do anything for you."

"Would you?" Vegeta purred, mouth against Goten's ear. "Would you hurt Trunks?" The smoothe hand teased the ruddy brown nipples. Goten paused, blinking the gossamer of lust from his eyes. What did Vegeta ask? Vegeta noticed the hesitation. "Goten, Trunks is going to interfere. Unless you've been lieing," there was a deadly edge to Vegeta's voice that Goten didn't want to ponder, "Trunks is not going to stay away from you."

"But Vegeta-sama..."

"What Goten?" Vegeta's eyes suddenly grew very cold, his grip on the lithe body beneath him grew harsh. "Do you dream of him fucking you while I do it? Is this," Vegeta stroked Goten's erection roughly, "For him or for me?"

Goten knew he was treading dangerous grounds. One wrong move, and he would be dead. He knew it. "Always for you Ouji-sama. Always." Goten let his breathing return to normal as the deadly gleam in Vegeta's eyes vacated. "Now, are you going to fuck me or not?" He said, cutely wriggling his toes.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at Goten. Something was odd...

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Trunks stared at his reflection, at the dark purple bruises marring his throat. Goten had told his father something. Trunks gnawed his lower lip to the point of blood. Vegeta had wanted to kill him. Goten, Kami, that last look on his face... Trunks wiped the tears. There was only one person that could convince Goten that he was making a terrible mistake with being with Vegeta- Goku.

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Short, yeah, but, ohwell. Its updated

Bulma didn't care about the kiss because her and Vegeta had broken up.