Sweet Taste Of Temptation
Part II
Author: yEpErEk "I hope life isn't one big joke... 'cause I just don't get it" [volatile_vodka@hotmail.com]
Paring: Lust vs. innocence... or in other words Trunks 'n' Goten...hmm well that's STILL the plan...
Response: I might now show it too well, but I will be more than happy if do...
Rating/Warnings: If you read part 1 then you know what to expect, but just incase it's otherwise, let me repeat myself -- If you can't cope with emotional breakdowns, mawkish and nauseatingly sentimental rubbish and if anything resembling shonen-ai gives you the creeps...well I suggest you politely skip this page and go onto something more 'interesting'. Thank you for your co-operation ^_^
***DISCLAMIER:*** Bla bla bla don't own shit...don't understand? Let me put it more formally -- I don't even own a sane mind, vague sense of reality, the correct time dimension, fundamental abilities of coordination and speech, even the smallest writing talent, not to mention the striking deficiency of sense of humor... so how the hell could I own something like Dragon Ball or any part of it eh? Add to the above a very impractical brain and you'll know that I would have never come up with the idea for doing 'the bellow' for money... oh yeah, and if you are, by any chance, a person with a mind like a razor (sharp and _narrow_) then for your information I also am in no possession of that thing ningens call money, so don't waste your precious time and just don't sue me (I wouldn't have anything suitable to wear to the court anyhow...)...
[P.S. I really don't understand ppl who hate disclaimers...^-^]
Additional Note:
I think that I need to put few words of explanation here [for my own sake... ], so here it is:
* First of all, 'STOT' from the beginning was not a serious piece of writing...emmm what I mean is that I wrote it a mind exercise to get away from all the exam pressure that I was at the time, so in other words this was never supposed to be my best so don't think that it is [hmmm strange, some people actually liked it even though the stuff I really put my heart into has been so far ignored... maybe I'm trying too hard?]
* Secondly, 'STOT' was supposed to be made up of only three parts - a quick introduction to the situation, the decisive confrontation and a humorous ending. Yet now, having finished the second part I don't see where and when this is going to end... well, not as soon as I expected. You might be happy about it as it means more of mine mawkish trash to read, but I'm getting worried... just with how much can you cope? Surely, it will get too boring and cliche at some point...hope not, but we all know that too much sugar gives you a serious tooth ache ...ah well... we'll see...
Dedication: To [in order of appearnce]Kittie, Rei, vialana and lil Hawk [I expect a home delivery of a hell big box of cookies ^_-] for being the first four people: who said something nice about this fic [whilst not being paid for it], who actually enjoyed it and who motivated me to write more [well at least sooner than it was planned]. Well, guys this is for YOU so enjoy and be patient...there's more to come...^-^
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Sweet Taste Of Temptation [II]
" 'Cause I am lost...Living inside myself...Living inside this shell... Living outside your love...I am lost, somewhere inside my own dreams...Afraid of what life really means...Living without your love..." [Gino Vanelli]
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{{...15474...15475...15476...}}
The basically unclad body raised and fell at a maniacally steady and constant rhythm. The absolute silence was gently ruffled by quick, shallow breaths, which escaped the sweat covered chest in a perfect synchronization with the movement of the body, as if measuring out the pace. The long hair was carefully tied up into a strict pony tail, whilst the usually bright and lively eyes were now firmly shut and only the lips kept, barely noticeably, moving - soundlessly spelling out the monotonous anthem of his torture...
{{...15481...15482...15483...}}
Twisted streaks of perspiration formed exotic patterns on the broad back, slowly rolling lower and lower, until they all joined up and flowed down the curve of the spine, as one big, stinging stream. All the muscles tensed and relaxed in an invariable and fixed motion, resembling a complex, but lifeless combination of pistons and pumps. Yet, the sinewy arms slowly started to tremble warningly, all the back muscle's quivered from the frequent, if not now permanent, cramps and the body seemed to be gaining more and more weight with every push. {{It won't be long now...}}
{{...15493...15494...15495...}}
His face twitched in an effort to smile, but it resulted in a painful spasm, which twisted his face horribly. He knew that he was close to his deranged aim of exhausting himself to death... well, at least to the desirable unconsciousness. {{Juuuuuust aaaaaa liiiiiiittleeeeeee biiiiiiit moooooooreeeeeee....}}
{{...15497...15498...15499...}}
He summoned his supposedly everlasting, but now quickly fading determination and forced himself to open his eyes...only to automatically shut them back, when the flood of caustic sweat instantly covered them. Biting hard his lower lip to the point where metallic taste filled his mouth, he tried again and somehow, this time withstood the immense pain... Half consciously and blinking viscously, he saw the floor move away...but soon it approached his face again... it was so dangerously close, but not close enough to ease his pain and end this madness... His face twitched and he succeeded in producing something which was supposed to be an evil grin, but only resembled an amazingly awkward constriction of the entire face... Staring down at the gray floor, only centimeters from his nose and completely unaware of the surroundings, he collected all the vim that he had left, tensing and preparing himself for the final effort... He only had push himself up once more and then....
{{...1...5...5...0...nooooooo!}}
The brawny body collapsed suddenly, as if someone had cut off invisible strings, leaving a wearied and miserable heap on the wet floor. For a second he didn't feel anything... but only for a very brief and volatile second...
He laid there motionlessly, his wet body tangled up on the wonderfully cold ground, not even attempting to ignore the ubiquitous agony that now reigned the worthless 'leftovers' of his body. Yet despite his state, he still managed to evoke, increasing rapidly anger in his benumbed and yet disturbingly attentive mind...
Primarily and quite pathetically he was just simply mad that despite being so close to succeeding, he didn't make it {{One push! All I needed was one bloody, freaking, pitiable push...!!}} Then completely absurdly he cursed the entire blameless world and anything else he could think of, for not listening to his silent and yet utterly desperate and naive prayers and as a result leaving him as damn conscious as he was when he walked in here those few good hours ago... But most of all he was irrefutably furious at himself for...
...for still remembering...for still wanting...for still being so immeasurably stupid...
{{I HATE YOU!}} He didn't move a muscle, unable to even pant properly and only his mind, fully awake, worked away at a hazardous rate, threatening some irreversible damage if he didn't stop soon that frantic stampede of thoughts. {{Hate who? Surely not _him_... And why not? I have all the reasons to... After all this is all his fault... It's because of him that I...that I...feel so bad...so lonely, so sad and so _bloody_ desperate...especially during those solitary nights...}} He managed to blink away a tear, slowly forming in his still tormenting eyes. {{If he would just show the slightest interest... a tiniest sign would be enough for me to go sky-high with happiness...one small, special smile would be enough to give me some hope...But nooooo... he has to be that cold, emotionless bastard who cowardly hides under that meaningless mask of my supposedly 'best-friend', unable to face the truth...that's it... he's completely unable of anything...of everything... of understanding, of accepting and of returning all that I have to give him... He's just too... unaware of the situation, blind of my state, ignorant of his true blood and... he's just not as Saiyan as I would like...no, as I would _need_ him to be...}} A quite sigh was the first sign of life he gave ever since he made that brutal and unexpected contact with the floor, but he still laid on his stomach with his nose painfully crushing into the smooth, but hell hard surface of the ground. {{But in the end it's only _my_ problem, which shouldn't concern anyone else...I have to deal with it myself...After all I have no right to involve Goten into my own, hormone driven, emotional problems, just like you can't force someone to love you just because you have such a caprice... Face it pal, you got a wretched and meaningless dilemma, you can't cope with it and so you are just purely pathetic, whilst being unable to blame it on anyone else but yourself... my suggestion... get laid and get laid soon...then just forget about it... you'll see... it's easy...}}
"I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!" His hoarse yell made his throat go aflame and the pounding in his head increased dramatically in frequency...[as if that was still possible]... whilst his body with a sudden spasm, stiffened and jolted upwards in his attempt to get up and continue his howl of defeat and sorrow, as he knew that this ill-defined 'YOU' from the very beginning had only one meaning - T R U N K S... A name, which he hated thoroughly, together with its owner.... His own, damned name...
"Are you finished yet?" A mocking snicker. "With all the bellowing that is... or are you planning a little dance to go with it?"
Sitting in a semi-comfortable position, which was something between a twisted kneel and a disordered crouch, he opened his mouth with a trenchant decision of performing another round of clearly audible and just too distinct wails...but the minute he heard the words of that unexpected intruder of his intimate privacy, his mouth instantly closed and his jaws slammed hard against each other with a loud clank, leaving him with shock of pain running up his skull and a slowly creeping in cramp of the lower limbs.
He blinked few times and stared hard at the small but compact figure, which leaned against the control panel with arms folded across the brawny chest and a look that meant nothing good for anyone or anything...He swallowed and felt his ears go red, not only from embarrassment... as right in front of him stood the ultimate master of irony, sarcasm and deadly scowls - the Ouji himself... with a nasty smirk twisting his delicate lips.
{{Uh-oh, must be my lucky day...}} He swallowed again and attempted to play dumb - "Am I finished with _what_ ?"
Vegeta, stock-still, gazed for a moment at the lamentable mass on the floor, which resembled everything _but_ his son. One of his eyebrows moved upwards, indicating his increasing amusement with this whole situation.
"Oh _please_ ...don't tell me that your crotch has taken over the control _already_..." When he saw Trunks face go purple and white at the same time, he barely stopped himself from cruel laughter and just snorted, whilst finishing off his sentence. "...since I somehow can't believe that my dear son, with all his coolness and solemnity, would give in so quickly to such a pitiful...hmmm... desire..." Another grim snort. "But that must be the case, since it looks like you have lost the fundamental ability of thinking straight and of comprehending your own actions."
The azure-eyed boy felt like he was about to swallow his own tongue. He was expecting everything from cruel remarks about his weakness to angry shouts for being lazy, but... never this! {{Damn, as always I underestimated him... but for once I wished that he wasn't so freaking perceptive...}} Yet, he still pretended that he had no idea what the current topic of this enchanting conversation was.
"I'm just training, that's all.... My... my crotch, as you subtly call it, has nothing to do with it...Besides, I really have no idea what you are insinuating..." He felt blood draining from his face and for some oblivious reason he had this weird sensation that the air had suddenly gained weight and now merciless tones of it were crushing him with a very irritating force. Actually... he's been feel like that ever since he collapsed...
"Who are you trying to fool? Yourself or...maybe your untamed concupiscence?" He watched for a second as the boy sat down heavily and stared back at him with a mixture of bewilderment, uneasiness, slight fear and slowly sneaking in anger. "Which ever it might be, you'll fail soon enough...and I hope it will be very soon, 'cause I really want to win that bet..."
{{This is not right... this whole situation is completely wrong...}} He licked his thoroughly cracked lips and took the bait without much hesitation...together with the whole hook - "...What bet...?"
The Saiyan shifted slightly as if preparing for a cumulative moment and stared even harder into those amazingly blue eyes, piercing their owner to the floor. "The bet I made with Kakarrot..."
{{Uh-oh... I know that this is going in the totally wrong direction...}} "I'm not sure if I want to know, but please enlighten me, by telling what that bet is about..."
Vegeta smiled a very disturbing smile, as if he knew something that the demi-Saiyan didn't...or more like he knew what was about to happen and was actually looking forward to it...
"Well..." Vegeta hesitated...undoubtedly on purpose - the small flames of anxiety in his eyes gave him away...
{{Kami, this is getting too melodramatic for my capacity...}} "Well?!"
"We both been wondering when you'll finally snap out of that blind trance of yours and get a move on..." That annoying smile was still there...
"..." He silently waited for his father to continue, feeling more and more like punching him in order to wipe off that irksome grin.
"So we bet about just how soon you'll get your hands on Kakarrot's brat..."
{{Ok, now I know that I had too much information...}}
"...I said soon, but that idiot said that it will take time since the urchin is _still_ unwilling..." Another, constantly returning snort.
{{I can't believe I'm hearing this!}}
"He'll loose... I know you too well...After all you have _my_ blood running in your veins, so I'm sure that it's a matter of days before you get what you want... It shouldn't be too difficult, since I know that you are the stronger one and so that brat shouldn't hold too much resistance..." That smile by now had revealed two rows of beautifully white teeth. "Yeah, as I think of it...raping that kid shouldn't be too big of a problem for you and you might actually enjoy it more than you expect..." The evil and ugly grin was a complete opposite of his casual, emotionless voice, but the demi-Saiyan never noticed it...
Totally unaware and ignorant of the complete lack of vim what so ever, he sprung to his feet and heroically lunged himself at the immobile body in front of him, with furry gushing out of his every pore.
Two seconds later, an even more deplorable heap of tangled up limbs with a mixture of sanguine fluids appeared by Vegeta's feet, who looked like he hadn't even blinked, yet alone moved.
For few long moments there was deafening silence, but eventually followed by increasing in pitch moans and other overall signs of great torment, coming from the direction where the 'remains' of the demi-Saiyan were sprawled.
Yawning and stretching, the Saiyan took a step over the quickly regaining conscious mass and headed for the door. "When you finally put all the forlorn pieces together into one distinguishable form, do please, come and look for me. I think we need to have a 'lil chitchat sonny'..."
Vegeta was gone before Trunks managed to, literally, pull himself together and awkwardly rise from the floor, which by now had become his new acquaintance, one of the type, which was _always happy_ when you 'dropped in' but never quite managed to show it...well, at least not in the humanitarian way...
He stood there wobbling dangerously and blankly looking around the empty room, until his legs gave in and he ended up leaning heavily against the control panel. He then tried to regain balance by using his arms and the metal column, which bore the large monitor and the rest of command devices, as support, but didn't quite succeed as the task turned out to be too complicated for his beaten up and worn out physique. So he just stared at the glass rectangle, which had large numbers on it and at first those figures didn't mean anything to him...but so enough some truth of his current situation was revealed, when he finally realized what the numbers really showed...
A weak smiled formed on his blood stained lips, which quickly transformed into a vile grin, followed by a loud slamming of his fist on the metal board. {{Should have guessed straight away... my dear, loving and caring father has increased the gravitation level...}} ... leaving it at a point which normally caused him some serious problems with moving, so taking into account his current state it was truly amazing that he managed to get up from the floor... twice...
Well, at least he knew why he didn't succeed in that final push - Vegeta must have been standing there for some time and chose the best moment to do that little prank of his... {{Very amusing, very very funny and totally freaking annoying!...and really... I seriously don't understand why mother thinks that he has a great sense of humor.}}
He wiped his mouth with his arm, forgetting completely that he had been training in only a pair of tight shorts and so he was slightly surprised when he saw the large smudge of blood on his bare skin. It didn't look good at all... Few quick glances at the rest of his body revealed that the rest looked just as 'lovely' - partly because of all those hours of demented training, but mainly as a result of his unbelievably stupid assault on the 'poor 'n' harmless' Vegeta. {{Think next time... or at least check the gravitation level first...}}
It was true - he was no greater obstacle for the Ouji, when the gravity was set at the medium level - a level which for him still was a challenge, but Vegeta didn't even notice a difference between it and the normal one. Well, his father had the obvious advantage of having been training in the Gravity Room for Kami knows how long...and he had just started.
{{Who would have ever thought that I would come here to work out? And why? Because I have to have my mind focused on something... on something _else_}} A long sigh, like always at such moments, escaped his bruised chest as he switched off the gravitation and slowly made his way to the adjacent showers.
{{But even this doesn't work... hmmm at least I don't have to see _him_ anymore...but I don't know if that is as good as I thought it would be...}} He untied his hair, letting it fall loosely to his shoulders, stepped into the cabin and turned on the hot water, which soon enough, soothingly massaged his tightened muscles and the various bruises which his father had left on his body as a 'memento'. {{After all, the lack of his presence in my life has only increased those everyday tortures and only the constant, unceasing drills in the GR somehow keep me sane, by making me so exhausted that eventually I'm unable to think about anything else but a warm, comfortable bed... but even then those small memories of him creep into my fatigued mind, starting with the fact that the bed is empty... oh when will this madness end? Maybe when I'll go totally insane or when I'll kill everyone, including him... or maybe _especially_ him?}} A faint smile quivered his lips, even though he was faaaaaar from being amused. {{Great, looks like I'm loosing it already...}}
He grabbed for the soap and started the slow, caressing process of laving his fine body... wishing painfully that someone _else_ was there to help him with that. {{And then we have our dear Vegeta, who had decided that due to lack of other entertaining activities, he would pick on his son and his current emotional drama that he's so happily acting out... }} He scrubbed an especially painful spot on his torso and twitched as a result, wondering if real severe pain is the answer - the way to blissful obscurity. {{Yep, must definitely try it out... if training doesn't work, maybe lethal sparrings with dad would do the trick... as long as I'm able to pull him away from Goku and their 'spaaaaaarsssssss'...}}
He dropped the soap and turned his attention to careful and difficult job of washing the long strands of silky hair and getting his fingers constantly tangled up in it. {{How ironical... Here I am caught up in an impossible emotional mire, whilst that passionless man who couldn't even show the slightest affection to his wife and son, got himself a first-class lover - the most naive man in the world... and I can't even communicate properly with the object of my adoration... either there's something seriously wrong with me or... hmm I have bad luck? Should I really get superstitious? Maybe I'll ask grandma for some love potions...}} He stopped his frantic process of basically ripping out half of his beautiful hair, whilst attempting to free his hands and blinked hard few times, before sighing again and continuing. {{Am I desperate or what? Besides what does he want from me anyway? He had his fun already...I think it was enough that he scared the living daylight out of me and at the same time provoked me into an assault, which clearly showed what a cheesy lover-boy I truly am}} He slammed his fists against the tiles, making them crack slightly and leaned his forehead against the wall {{Fuck, I had enough of this paranoiac situation!... I'll see what he wants and then... ahh hell... I'll either talk to Goten face to face or I'll leave this damn world once and for good... hoping that somewhere out there I'll find a good enough substitution of that gorgeous idiot...}}
He turned off the water and grabbing for the towel, stepped out with a very determined look on his face. {{It's a deal.. either I'll find the guts to end this delusive absurdness and live a happy ever after or I'll pack my things and leave without one word, to never come back... So this is it - true happiness with Goten by my side or a cowardly life of a runaway in the cold unknown...}}
Having put on some earlier pre-prepared clothes, he closed the Gravity Room and headed for the kitchen, where he was surely to find his father... and Kami knows what else.
THE END
yEpErEk
[To be continued... somewhere, somehow]
Part II
Author: yEpErEk "I hope life isn't one big joke... 'cause I just don't get it" [volatile_vodka@hotmail.com]
Paring: Lust vs. innocence... or in other words Trunks 'n' Goten...hmm well that's STILL the plan...
Response: I might now show it too well, but I will be more than happy if do...
Rating/Warnings: If you read part 1 then you know what to expect, but just incase it's otherwise, let me repeat myself -- If you can't cope with emotional breakdowns, mawkish and nauseatingly sentimental rubbish and if anything resembling shonen-ai gives you the creeps...well I suggest you politely skip this page and go onto something more 'interesting'. Thank you for your co-operation ^_^
***DISCLAMIER:*** Bla bla bla don't own shit...don't understand? Let me put it more formally -- I don't even own a sane mind, vague sense of reality, the correct time dimension, fundamental abilities of coordination and speech, even the smallest writing talent, not to mention the striking deficiency of sense of humor... so how the hell could I own something like Dragon Ball or any part of it eh? Add to the above a very impractical brain and you'll know that I would have never come up with the idea for doing 'the bellow' for money... oh yeah, and if you are, by any chance, a person with a mind like a razor (sharp and _narrow_) then for your information I also am in no possession of that thing ningens call money, so don't waste your precious time and just don't sue me (I wouldn't have anything suitable to wear to the court anyhow...)...
[P.S. I really don't understand ppl who hate disclaimers...^-^]
Additional Note:
I think that I need to put few words of explanation here [for my own sake... ], so here it is:
* First of all, 'STOT' from the beginning was not a serious piece of writing...emmm what I mean is that I wrote it a mind exercise to get away from all the exam pressure that I was at the time, so in other words this was never supposed to be my best so don't think that it is [hmmm strange, some people actually liked it even though the stuff I really put my heart into has been so far ignored... maybe I'm trying too hard?]
* Secondly, 'STOT' was supposed to be made up of only three parts - a quick introduction to the situation, the decisive confrontation and a humorous ending. Yet now, having finished the second part I don't see where and when this is going to end... well, not as soon as I expected. You might be happy about it as it means more of mine mawkish trash to read, but I'm getting worried... just with how much can you cope? Surely, it will get too boring and cliche at some point...hope not, but we all know that too much sugar gives you a serious tooth ache ...ah well... we'll see...
Dedication: To [in order of appearnce]Kittie, Rei, vialana and lil Hawk [I expect a home delivery of a hell big box of cookies ^_-] for being the first four people: who said something nice about this fic [whilst not being paid for it], who actually enjoyed it and who motivated me to write more [well at least sooner than it was planned]. Well, guys this is for YOU so enjoy and be patient...there's more to come...^-^
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Sweet Taste Of Temptation [II]
" 'Cause I am lost...Living inside myself...Living inside this shell... Living outside your love...I am lost, somewhere inside my own dreams...Afraid of what life really means...Living without your love..." [Gino Vanelli]
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{{...15474...15475...15476...}}
The basically unclad body raised and fell at a maniacally steady and constant rhythm. The absolute silence was gently ruffled by quick, shallow breaths, which escaped the sweat covered chest in a perfect synchronization with the movement of the body, as if measuring out the pace. The long hair was carefully tied up into a strict pony tail, whilst the usually bright and lively eyes were now firmly shut and only the lips kept, barely noticeably, moving - soundlessly spelling out the monotonous anthem of his torture...
{{...15481...15482...15483...}}
Twisted streaks of perspiration formed exotic patterns on the broad back, slowly rolling lower and lower, until they all joined up and flowed down the curve of the spine, as one big, stinging stream. All the muscles tensed and relaxed in an invariable and fixed motion, resembling a complex, but lifeless combination of pistons and pumps. Yet, the sinewy arms slowly started to tremble warningly, all the back muscle's quivered from the frequent, if not now permanent, cramps and the body seemed to be gaining more and more weight with every push. {{It won't be long now...}}
{{...15493...15494...15495...}}
His face twitched in an effort to smile, but it resulted in a painful spasm, which twisted his face horribly. He knew that he was close to his deranged aim of exhausting himself to death... well, at least to the desirable unconsciousness. {{Juuuuuust aaaaaa liiiiiiittleeeeeee biiiiiiit moooooooreeeeeee....}}
{{...15497...15498...15499...}}
He summoned his supposedly everlasting, but now quickly fading determination and forced himself to open his eyes...only to automatically shut them back, when the flood of caustic sweat instantly covered them. Biting hard his lower lip to the point where metallic taste filled his mouth, he tried again and somehow, this time withstood the immense pain... Half consciously and blinking viscously, he saw the floor move away...but soon it approached his face again... it was so dangerously close, but not close enough to ease his pain and end this madness... His face twitched and he succeeded in producing something which was supposed to be an evil grin, but only resembled an amazingly awkward constriction of the entire face... Staring down at the gray floor, only centimeters from his nose and completely unaware of the surroundings, he collected all the vim that he had left, tensing and preparing himself for the final effort... He only had push himself up once more and then....
{{...1...5...5...0...nooooooo!}}
The brawny body collapsed suddenly, as if someone had cut off invisible strings, leaving a wearied and miserable heap on the wet floor. For a second he didn't feel anything... but only for a very brief and volatile second...
He laid there motionlessly, his wet body tangled up on the wonderfully cold ground, not even attempting to ignore the ubiquitous agony that now reigned the worthless 'leftovers' of his body. Yet despite his state, he still managed to evoke, increasing rapidly anger in his benumbed and yet disturbingly attentive mind...
Primarily and quite pathetically he was just simply mad that despite being so close to succeeding, he didn't make it {{One push! All I needed was one bloody, freaking, pitiable push...!!}} Then completely absurdly he cursed the entire blameless world and anything else he could think of, for not listening to his silent and yet utterly desperate and naive prayers and as a result leaving him as damn conscious as he was when he walked in here those few good hours ago... But most of all he was irrefutably furious at himself for...
...for still remembering...for still wanting...for still being so immeasurably stupid...
{{I HATE YOU!}} He didn't move a muscle, unable to even pant properly and only his mind, fully awake, worked away at a hazardous rate, threatening some irreversible damage if he didn't stop soon that frantic stampede of thoughts. {{Hate who? Surely not _him_... And why not? I have all the reasons to... After all this is all his fault... It's because of him that I...that I...feel so bad...so lonely, so sad and so _bloody_ desperate...especially during those solitary nights...}} He managed to blink away a tear, slowly forming in his still tormenting eyes. {{If he would just show the slightest interest... a tiniest sign would be enough for me to go sky-high with happiness...one small, special smile would be enough to give me some hope...But nooooo... he has to be that cold, emotionless bastard who cowardly hides under that meaningless mask of my supposedly 'best-friend', unable to face the truth...that's it... he's completely unable of anything...of everything... of understanding, of accepting and of returning all that I have to give him... He's just too... unaware of the situation, blind of my state, ignorant of his true blood and... he's just not as Saiyan as I would like...no, as I would _need_ him to be...}} A quite sigh was the first sign of life he gave ever since he made that brutal and unexpected contact with the floor, but he still laid on his stomach with his nose painfully crushing into the smooth, but hell hard surface of the ground. {{But in the end it's only _my_ problem, which shouldn't concern anyone else...I have to deal with it myself...After all I have no right to involve Goten into my own, hormone driven, emotional problems, just like you can't force someone to love you just because you have such a caprice... Face it pal, you got a wretched and meaningless dilemma, you can't cope with it and so you are just purely pathetic, whilst being unable to blame it on anyone else but yourself... my suggestion... get laid and get laid soon...then just forget about it... you'll see... it's easy...}}
"I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!" His hoarse yell made his throat go aflame and the pounding in his head increased dramatically in frequency...[as if that was still possible]... whilst his body with a sudden spasm, stiffened and jolted upwards in his attempt to get up and continue his howl of defeat and sorrow, as he knew that this ill-defined 'YOU' from the very beginning had only one meaning - T R U N K S... A name, which he hated thoroughly, together with its owner.... His own, damned name...
"Are you finished yet?" A mocking snicker. "With all the bellowing that is... or are you planning a little dance to go with it?"
Sitting in a semi-comfortable position, which was something between a twisted kneel and a disordered crouch, he opened his mouth with a trenchant decision of performing another round of clearly audible and just too distinct wails...but the minute he heard the words of that unexpected intruder of his intimate privacy, his mouth instantly closed and his jaws slammed hard against each other with a loud clank, leaving him with shock of pain running up his skull and a slowly creeping in cramp of the lower limbs.
He blinked few times and stared hard at the small but compact figure, which leaned against the control panel with arms folded across the brawny chest and a look that meant nothing good for anyone or anything...He swallowed and felt his ears go red, not only from embarrassment... as right in front of him stood the ultimate master of irony, sarcasm and deadly scowls - the Ouji himself... with a nasty smirk twisting his delicate lips.
{{Uh-oh, must be my lucky day...}} He swallowed again and attempted to play dumb - "Am I finished with _what_ ?"
Vegeta, stock-still, gazed for a moment at the lamentable mass on the floor, which resembled everything _but_ his son. One of his eyebrows moved upwards, indicating his increasing amusement with this whole situation.
"Oh _please_ ...don't tell me that your crotch has taken over the control _already_..." When he saw Trunks face go purple and white at the same time, he barely stopped himself from cruel laughter and just snorted, whilst finishing off his sentence. "...since I somehow can't believe that my dear son, with all his coolness and solemnity, would give in so quickly to such a pitiful...hmmm... desire..." Another grim snort. "But that must be the case, since it looks like you have lost the fundamental ability of thinking straight and of comprehending your own actions."
The azure-eyed boy felt like he was about to swallow his own tongue. He was expecting everything from cruel remarks about his weakness to angry shouts for being lazy, but... never this! {{Damn, as always I underestimated him... but for once I wished that he wasn't so freaking perceptive...}} Yet, he still pretended that he had no idea what the current topic of this enchanting conversation was.
"I'm just training, that's all.... My... my crotch, as you subtly call it, has nothing to do with it...Besides, I really have no idea what you are insinuating..." He felt blood draining from his face and for some oblivious reason he had this weird sensation that the air had suddenly gained weight and now merciless tones of it were crushing him with a very irritating force. Actually... he's been feel like that ever since he collapsed...
"Who are you trying to fool? Yourself or...maybe your untamed concupiscence?" He watched for a second as the boy sat down heavily and stared back at him with a mixture of bewilderment, uneasiness, slight fear and slowly sneaking in anger. "Which ever it might be, you'll fail soon enough...and I hope it will be very soon, 'cause I really want to win that bet..."
{{This is not right... this whole situation is completely wrong...}} He licked his thoroughly cracked lips and took the bait without much hesitation...together with the whole hook - "...What bet...?"
The Saiyan shifted slightly as if preparing for a cumulative moment and stared even harder into those amazingly blue eyes, piercing their owner to the floor. "The bet I made with Kakarrot..."
{{Uh-oh... I know that this is going in the totally wrong direction...}} "I'm not sure if I want to know, but please enlighten me, by telling what that bet is about..."
Vegeta smiled a very disturbing smile, as if he knew something that the demi-Saiyan didn't...or more like he knew what was about to happen and was actually looking forward to it...
"Well..." Vegeta hesitated...undoubtedly on purpose - the small flames of anxiety in his eyes gave him away...
{{Kami, this is getting too melodramatic for my capacity...}} "Well?!"
"We both been wondering when you'll finally snap out of that blind trance of yours and get a move on..." That annoying smile was still there...
"..." He silently waited for his father to continue, feeling more and more like punching him in order to wipe off that irksome grin.
"So we bet about just how soon you'll get your hands on Kakarrot's brat..."
{{Ok, now I know that I had too much information...}}
"...I said soon, but that idiot said that it will take time since the urchin is _still_ unwilling..." Another, constantly returning snort.
{{I can't believe I'm hearing this!}}
"He'll loose... I know you too well...After all you have _my_ blood running in your veins, so I'm sure that it's a matter of days before you get what you want... It shouldn't be too difficult, since I know that you are the stronger one and so that brat shouldn't hold too much resistance..." That smile by now had revealed two rows of beautifully white teeth. "Yeah, as I think of it...raping that kid shouldn't be too big of a problem for you and you might actually enjoy it more than you expect..." The evil and ugly grin was a complete opposite of his casual, emotionless voice, but the demi-Saiyan never noticed it...
Totally unaware and ignorant of the complete lack of vim what so ever, he sprung to his feet and heroically lunged himself at the immobile body in front of him, with furry gushing out of his every pore.
Two seconds later, an even more deplorable heap of tangled up limbs with a mixture of sanguine fluids appeared by Vegeta's feet, who looked like he hadn't even blinked, yet alone moved.
For few long moments there was deafening silence, but eventually followed by increasing in pitch moans and other overall signs of great torment, coming from the direction where the 'remains' of the demi-Saiyan were sprawled.
Yawning and stretching, the Saiyan took a step over the quickly regaining conscious mass and headed for the door. "When you finally put all the forlorn pieces together into one distinguishable form, do please, come and look for me. I think we need to have a 'lil chitchat sonny'..."
Vegeta was gone before Trunks managed to, literally, pull himself together and awkwardly rise from the floor, which by now had become his new acquaintance, one of the type, which was _always happy_ when you 'dropped in' but never quite managed to show it...well, at least not in the humanitarian way...
He stood there wobbling dangerously and blankly looking around the empty room, until his legs gave in and he ended up leaning heavily against the control panel. He then tried to regain balance by using his arms and the metal column, which bore the large monitor and the rest of command devices, as support, but didn't quite succeed as the task turned out to be too complicated for his beaten up and worn out physique. So he just stared at the glass rectangle, which had large numbers on it and at first those figures didn't mean anything to him...but so enough some truth of his current situation was revealed, when he finally realized what the numbers really showed...
A weak smiled formed on his blood stained lips, which quickly transformed into a vile grin, followed by a loud slamming of his fist on the metal board. {{Should have guessed straight away... my dear, loving and caring father has increased the gravitation level...}} ... leaving it at a point which normally caused him some serious problems with moving, so taking into account his current state it was truly amazing that he managed to get up from the floor... twice...
Well, at least he knew why he didn't succeed in that final push - Vegeta must have been standing there for some time and chose the best moment to do that little prank of his... {{Very amusing, very very funny and totally freaking annoying!...and really... I seriously don't understand why mother thinks that he has a great sense of humor.}}
He wiped his mouth with his arm, forgetting completely that he had been training in only a pair of tight shorts and so he was slightly surprised when he saw the large smudge of blood on his bare skin. It didn't look good at all... Few quick glances at the rest of his body revealed that the rest looked just as 'lovely' - partly because of all those hours of demented training, but mainly as a result of his unbelievably stupid assault on the 'poor 'n' harmless' Vegeta. {{Think next time... or at least check the gravitation level first...}}
It was true - he was no greater obstacle for the Ouji, when the gravity was set at the medium level - a level which for him still was a challenge, but Vegeta didn't even notice a difference between it and the normal one. Well, his father had the obvious advantage of having been training in the Gravity Room for Kami knows how long...and he had just started.
{{Who would have ever thought that I would come here to work out? And why? Because I have to have my mind focused on something... on something _else_}} A long sigh, like always at such moments, escaped his bruised chest as he switched off the gravitation and slowly made his way to the adjacent showers.
{{But even this doesn't work... hmmm at least I don't have to see _him_ anymore...but I don't know if that is as good as I thought it would be...}} He untied his hair, letting it fall loosely to his shoulders, stepped into the cabin and turned on the hot water, which soon enough, soothingly massaged his tightened muscles and the various bruises which his father had left on his body as a 'memento'. {{After all, the lack of his presence in my life has only increased those everyday tortures and only the constant, unceasing drills in the GR somehow keep me sane, by making me so exhausted that eventually I'm unable to think about anything else but a warm, comfortable bed... but even then those small memories of him creep into my fatigued mind, starting with the fact that the bed is empty... oh when will this madness end? Maybe when I'll go totally insane or when I'll kill everyone, including him... or maybe _especially_ him?}} A faint smile quivered his lips, even though he was faaaaaar from being amused. {{Great, looks like I'm loosing it already...}}
He grabbed for the soap and started the slow, caressing process of laving his fine body... wishing painfully that someone _else_ was there to help him with that. {{And then we have our dear Vegeta, who had decided that due to lack of other entertaining activities, he would pick on his son and his current emotional drama that he's so happily acting out... }} He scrubbed an especially painful spot on his torso and twitched as a result, wondering if real severe pain is the answer - the way to blissful obscurity. {{Yep, must definitely try it out... if training doesn't work, maybe lethal sparrings with dad would do the trick... as long as I'm able to pull him away from Goku and their 'spaaaaaarsssssss'...}}
He dropped the soap and turned his attention to careful and difficult job of washing the long strands of silky hair and getting his fingers constantly tangled up in it. {{How ironical... Here I am caught up in an impossible emotional mire, whilst that passionless man who couldn't even show the slightest affection to his wife and son, got himself a first-class lover - the most naive man in the world... and I can't even communicate properly with the object of my adoration... either there's something seriously wrong with me or... hmm I have bad luck? Should I really get superstitious? Maybe I'll ask grandma for some love potions...}} He stopped his frantic process of basically ripping out half of his beautiful hair, whilst attempting to free his hands and blinked hard few times, before sighing again and continuing. {{Am I desperate or what? Besides what does he want from me anyway? He had his fun already...I think it was enough that he scared the living daylight out of me and at the same time provoked me into an assault, which clearly showed what a cheesy lover-boy I truly am}} He slammed his fists against the tiles, making them crack slightly and leaned his forehead against the wall {{Fuck, I had enough of this paranoiac situation!... I'll see what he wants and then... ahh hell... I'll either talk to Goten face to face or I'll leave this damn world once and for good... hoping that somewhere out there I'll find a good enough substitution of that gorgeous idiot...}}
He turned off the water and grabbing for the towel, stepped out with a very determined look on his face. {{It's a deal.. either I'll find the guts to end this delusive absurdness and live a happy ever after or I'll pack my things and leave without one word, to never come back... So this is it - true happiness with Goten by my side or a cowardly life of a runaway in the cold unknown...}}
Having put on some earlier pre-prepared clothes, he closed the Gravity Room and headed for the kitchen, where he was surely to find his father... and Kami knows what else.
THE END
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[To be continued... somewhere, somehow]