Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the series Dragonball Z or any of it's characters featured in this fic. I also do not own the song "The Beautiful People" it belongs to Marilyn Manson.

Woah, reviews on the first day after I update. Like I said I'm so sorry for the long wait, but this one's out sooner than the last, I think. And Goten's in this chappie more, plus it's long, really long and fun. Yay! Hope you all enjoy.

Oh, also, I'm putting in a WARNING. This is an R-rated fic so please remember that when you approach the R-rated situations and sexually explicit (though hopefully not too graphic) scenes towards the end of the chapter. Do not worry, they are not lemons if that makes you squeamish. Thank you and enjoy.

And the clock strikes seven. Time to begin.

I walk nervously through my hallway to the large hall that mother had added to the house a few years back. I haven't seen him here yet, which is what's really unnerving me. Where the hell could he be? I really need someone like him around me at a time like this.

"Trunks?" I turn towards the voice, not even bothering to hide my frustrated countenance. Father's standing in one of the side rooms, ready to emerge into the hall to make his grand entrance. "You ready for this?" he asks with a grimace.

"As much as you are I suppose." I know he knows I'm nervous. This is the first one of these stupid balls held here, and the first one that Goten has been invited to attend. "Do you think he'll show up?"

I see his reassuring smile though he tried to hide it. "Goten may be too much like his father at times, but sometimes that's a good thing. I know that neither of them would leave a friend in the lurch."

"So why isn't Goku here to help you with his party?" I smirk at him and turn away before he can blast me through a wall for even suggesting that he and Goku are friends. "Enjoy the party father."

"Impudent scamp," I hear him mutter fondly before I turn once again to the entrance and take a deep breath. I can do this, I've done this so many times before, this time should be no different.

This is it. Very possibly this is the last day of my life.

I don't want you, and I don't need you

Don't bother to resist, I'll beat you.

I smile courteously at my guests, greeting them as politely as I can without being overly polite and fake. I swear I had to force myself to stop from hurling quite a few times as I greeted some of mother's guests and I know I had to restrain myself from punching quite a few of them.

After a tedious hour of necessary pleasantries with the upperclassmen associated with my parents, I turn to "my" guests and grimace. This is going to be even worse than greeting their parents.

"Hello Trunks."

I turn around with a fake smile plastered on my face, but anyone who really knew me would have shrunk away in fear at the fury radiating from me in almost visible waves.

"Lars," I mutter.

He grins in an oily manner in my direction. "Now, now, that's no way to be greeting a guest now is it?"

I push my boiling temper back down past the surface and manage a completely false friendly smile. "Riley Lars, how simply wonderful it is to see you here. I'm glad you could take time out from your undoubtedly busy schedule to come to my little get together."

"Much better Trunks. I think we'll make a gentleman out of you yet." I glare so ferociously at him I wonder why he isn't cinders yet. I wonder if I'd be able to channel my ki through my eyes like that. Father told me how Frieza could do that. It would be a rather interesting and useful technique to have.

I hear the giggles and snickers of the other people in my class and I see them begin to move off, my initial humiliation almost over. Only Lars stays. He grins menacingly at me before leaning in slightly.

It's not your fault that you're always wrong

The weak ones are there to justify the strong

"I hope you enjoyed my gift last weekend. I found it rather entertaining myself, but I would have loved to have seen your reaction."

He moves behind me, brushing up slightly against my tense back. I can feel his smirk fixed on me, but I stand strong. He will not get to me, I won't let him.

"I'm sure your parents would love to see the pictures, as I'm sure many others would as well."

"You're just lucky that murder is a crime here, otherwise you wouldn't have lasted a second with that threat."

"Tough words for someone who I hold by the balls."

"You have no idea how tough I am Lars."

"Oh, I know what you feel like, but I wonder how you feel when you're not as tough as you pretend to be? I get the feeling that you would be rather, malleable." I hear him lick his lips and I glare at him and he smiles in satisfaction as he finally gets a reaction. "I'll find out who you're hiding from Brief and when I do, you're mine."

The beautiful people, the beautiful people

It's all relative to the size of your steeple

I had a feeling he was the one behind my gift last weekend.

I glare at his retreating back thinking about how I would love to instantly combust him with a quick blast of my ki like I did his "gift" that morning. The little bastard does hold me by the balls, literally. I have no idea where he got those pictures, because I don't even know when they were taken. But the way he was tonight … I don't know whether to be frightened or murderous.

So I settle for extremely pissed off and stalk my way over to the bar, not caring about my father's worried look. He's been on my case all week. He noticed the sudden change in me that day. Who wouldn't? going from a happy cheerful normal teenager in one minute to a furious and closed off Saiyan warrior the next isn't something you don't take notice of.

I pitied the poor trees that I took my wrath out on that day.

I glare once more over at the group of teenagers from my school before ordering a large bottle of mother's expensive wine. I didn't care what anyone thought of me, or that I was acting as I usually did at these parties, I just needed some form of escape.

"Trunks." I turn to see my father standing nearby. He's glaring slightly. "You said you wouldn't this time."

"Dad, I know what I said, but things have changed. Goten's not here yet and I'm already too tense. Let me have my alcohol." I growl at him, but he looks unfazed.

"You would let a bunch of weakling like these intimidate you."

"No, it's not —"

"Trunks," he glares darkly at me and I gulp slightly. "You will not embarrass your mother in her own home like this and you will not embarrass me by letting these pathetic earthlings get the better of you. Am I clear?"

I glare back at him. "Yes Father. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go and not be an embarrassment somewhere else."

"And not greet your latest guest?" I look at him quizzically, seeing the slight grin on his features. I look to where he points and my face breaks out into a grin.

"He's here!" Smiling at my father I run towards the other end of the hall and grab my best friend in a hug. "Goten, you made it!"

"No thanks to you," he said grumpily, returning the hug after a short moment of surprise. "You forgot to tell me the time."

I let go of him and scratch my head sheepishly, an unconscious imitation of him. "Sorry about that. I figured you might actually show up real early just in case."

"Well I would have, but Gohan needed me to look after Pan for an hour or two until Videl got home from work while he quickly dashed into the office. He forgot to mention Bra was there too for the night. So after that I had to go and get changed and I realised I was probably late, though I still didn't know the exact time."

"That's cool. You're fashionably late. Besides, you're mother's and my guest, the others can't say a thing." I finally let him go and look at him. I know that my mouth dropped open in surprise but I couldn't care.

"What?" he asks nervously, looking at himself self-consciously. "Isn't my outfit right for the occasion?"

"No," I manage to gasp out. "It's perfect. You look fantastic. I never knew how well you could pull off wearing a suit like this."

Goten blushed at the compliment, looking at me from beneath lowered eyes. "Thanks Trunks." He laughed. "Well, I'm glad that Bra did wreck my other one. Gohan chose it and I thought it made me look kind of stuffy."

I shake my head. "Definitely keep this one." I smile at him again. "You want to go say hi to my parents?"

"Yeah. Then can I meet all your school friends?" My heart felt heavy as he said these words, but I managed a smile and a nervous nod before I pulled him away from the doorway and the scrutiny of a few curious people.

You can't see the forest for the trees

And you can't smell your own shit on your knees!

My mother greeted Goten with a huge hug and a warm smile. Then she introduced him to the people she was talking with. Luckily, these were some of the people who actually like mother and were partnered with her in various business ventures. I didn't mind some of them. Actually, one of the older men was full of interesting witty stories for me every time I saw him.

Goten managed to surprise me again with his politeness and charm. I think these people were very impressed with him. We heard them commenting to my mother they wished how the children at my school could be like Goten.

I look over and saw the slight tinge of red to my friend's cheeks and couldn't help but grin. "You're lucky. It's hard to impress those people. You're one of the few outsiders they seem to like."

"I'll take that as a compliment I think."

I grin once again and lead him over to my father, who, for once, wasn't under the watchful eye of my mother. I guess she figured she didn't need to worry about him destroying anything in their own home. He was standing with a few of mother's investors. I could tell by his expression how bored he was and I decided to go and save him.

"Hello father," I said, interrupting one of the droning men. He would have protested, but considering who I was decided against it.

"Trunks," he greets with a small smile. Goten tried to hide a laugh seeing the relief in Vegeta's eyes and I grin at him. "Perhaps you would like to introduce your friend to these men."

I smile at him and nod. "Gentlemen, I'd like you all to meet Son Goten, a close friend of mine since childhood and a very good friend of the family."

Goten bows slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," he announces politely. The men bow and mumble politely back.

"Will you be joining us Trunks?" my father asks with a slight desperation to his voice.

"I must apologise. Goten wished to meet some of my peers and a few other people at the party."

"Of course, and you must oblige him." We both tried to hide our grins at my father's barely suppressed annoyance. "Enjoy the party Goten."

"I'm sure I shall," Goten answered my father, slightly surprised at the civility he managed. The two of us turned away from them and walked over to some of the younger people at the party.

I take a deep breath, bracing myself before putting on a fake smile and walking up to some of my peers.

There's no time to discriminate

Hate every motherfucker that's in your way!

"Well, hello again Trunks." Damn, he just had to be closest didn't he. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

I could see Goten looking at me curiously from the corner of my eye. I know that my tension was obvious to him, but I ignored the look and smiled politely. "Riley Lars, I'd like to introduce a good friend of mine, Son Goten."

"Son Goten." I saw his snicker as Goten held out his hand and smile that charming disabling smile of his. "It's a pleasure."

"Indeed," Goten replied, shaking his hand, a slight frown coming to his face.

"Tell, me, how do you know Trunks?"

"I'm an old friend of the family. My father is Ms Brief's oldest friend. We grew up together."

"And your name, it's rather unusual."

Goten looks slightly confused then a bit offended. "My clan name is Son. It's polite to introduce clan first in certain societies."

I couldn't help but grin as Lars looked taken aback by Goten's insinuation that he was being impolite. I imagine this was the first time that anyone, much less one whom Lars would consider 'lower' than himself, had ever corrected his etiquette. Even when insulting someone Lars was the very essence of politeness, which usually added an ironic tone to his barbs, making them even sharper when delivered.

"Of course. Unfortunately, I don't much leave my own society. It's not necessary." Lars was lucky he looked aside to whisper something to one of his groupies then, for Goten looked murderous.

"Chibi," I whispered so softly that only he could hear. He glanced at me in annoyance. "Don't do anything."

"Don't worry Bishie, I know how to deal with people like him." I see his predatory grin and I even manage to forget about his use of that dreaded nickname as I see that smile.

Gods, I've missed that smile.

Guess it's time the Duo of Doom got back into business. It's been a while since we've played, almost three years since something serious has happened. It's simply perfect that Lars would be the first to fall victim to the reunited Duo.

Hey you, what do you see?

Something beautiful, something free?

Lars returned his attention to us at that moment, a sneer on his face. That was stupid. Goten hates people looking down on him.

"So Goten, what does your father do?"

"He's a martial artist."

"Oh," Lars was taken aback by the honest response.

"Yes, I know," Goten sighs. "Mother is often on his back to do something more productive, but then, she was raised a princess, she'd not used to simply having time to laze around doing nothing. You wouldn't think that, but with so many villages in the mountains to oversee, she's used to being more active than she has been. Though, that's only recently. Father had quite the reputation a little while ago. Things were fairly hectic then."

Lars could only nod, his eyes widening slightly at the revelation that Goten's mother was royalty. A rural family line, but royalty nonetheless..

"Actually," Goten continues, "now that father and his friends are no longer gallivanting around saving the world and other such, my brother has had time to finish his business masters, graduating with honours. He's head of one of Capsule Corp's branches is he not Trunks?"

"Yes, mother invited him and Videl as well, but they said something about other plans."

Goten nods. "Pan's got a special concert on at her school tonight."

"Right, I'd forgotten."

"Your brother and his wife would prefer to go to a stupid children's concert rather than come to one of the most exclusive parties of the social season?" I grin at Lars' disbelieving expression.

"Why not?" I shrug, then I turn to Goten with a smile. "I hear Pan has a central role. Her grandfather wouldn't stop talking about it while he was declining our invitation."

"Yes, Uncle Satan refused to miss his darling granddaughter's star role in the pre-school play." Goten smiles fondly before looking over at something in the distance and looking back at me, both of us seeing, but ignoring the looks on my peers' faces at the revelation that Goten was related to Mr. Satan. "Trunks? Do you think we should go help your father? He looks like he may need it?"

I look over and smile slightly, a glint in my eye. I look back at Goten to see that evil glint in his eyes too. "Indeed we should. It would be terrible of me if I didn't." I bow to Lars and my shocked school peers and gesture for Goten to join me as I walk away. "Enjoy the rest of the party, I'm sure it will be one to remember."

Hey you, are you trying to be mean?

You live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean.

Goten and I grin at each other, but as I look back at Lars, my heart freezes at the look in his eyes and I quickly look back away, knowing there will be a sneer on his face.

"So what did you have planned?" I ask Goten to cover up the slight nervousness I knew he picked up on.

He looks at me curiously then shrugs.

"Spiking the punch?" I suggest lamely. Man, we have been away from each other too long if that's the best plan I could come up with.

"Trunks, I would have though that kind of juvenility below you." We turn to see my father had sidled up to us during our conversation. I grin as I saw what was in his hands. "I have a much better idea."

Goten looks at the two of us curiously. "What's that?" he asks my father.

I grin at my best friend's naivete. "Goten," I say in my most persuasive manner, slinging my arm around his shoulders and grabbing one of the bottle from my father. "Perhaps it is time to initiate you into true Saiyan adulthood." I hear my father's choked cough and see Goten's wide eyes at the strange use of phrasing.

I blush slightly as I realise exactly what I said, but I take hope in the fact that Goten didn't recoil in disgust, though that might only be because he understood that I didn't exactly intend how that came out.

"Uh ... dad, you don't mind if I take one?" He shakes his head and smiles at me as I open it and take a short swig. I lick my lips and offer the bottle to Goten. "All Saiyans should try this at least once."

He looks at the bottle suspiciously before taking it. "Alcohol?" I nod and he takes a deep breath. "All right." He takes a small sip, his eyes shut tight waiting for the burning unpleasant taste to hit. Of course the look of surprise on his face was priceless after that. Then seeing the smile of pleasure on his face I quickly took the bottle from him.

"How much have you eaten today?" He just looks at me as though I was crazy and I nod. "Okay fine, stupid question, but still you shouldn't drink too much. It's really effective stuff."

"I noticed. My head's feeling a bit funny already." I look at him curiously then at the bottle and noticed almost half the contents gone. I sigh.

"You didn't leave much for me."

"Or for the rest of the alcohol." Father glares at us, more at me as I finish of the other half of the bottle. "Though, I guess I don't want to kill them I suppose, so a bottle should suffice for the rest of the drinks."

"Do you think mother knows about this?" I glance over in her direction. She looks over at us suspiciously every once in a while.

"I think she might. I'll need your help." I grin and so does Goten. After telling him about the first prank he'd wanted to be in on one of my father's. And he's never let me before so this is definitely something to consider. The major downside was that mother would get royally pissed and severe punishment would follow.

I look at my father who was expecting and answer then over at Goten who was grinning and nodding. Hmm, what to chose? Good boy or bad boy? The decision was so tough but after a grueling session with my conscience I finally decided.

"What do you want us to do?"

The worms will live in every host

It's hard to pick which one they eat the most

Father had finally worked out the perfect ratio for human consumption of his brew that, first, wouldn't result in death (he managed that one the first time through pure luck) and second, would only slightly increase the effects of the normal consumption of alcohol. So saying, a person who only has one vodka shot that had been tampered with would only feel slightly fuzzy, something which would wear off within a span of two hours. However a person who has three in the space of an hour of the tampered shots would be very energetic and not in complete control of their motor functions.

The only people who would be seriously affected were those who had many drinks of alcohol, to which, my father should get off with no blame seeing as many people would have seen them drink quite a few various types of alcohol and would assume they had drunk too much. All this new ratio did was lower the alcoholic tolerance level of the humans drinking the spiked drinks, considering they were unknowingly drinking quite a bit more alcohol than they thought.

Goten and I got the hard job, the one with the high risk of capture, the most nerve wreaking and definitely the most technical and the one that needed the highest amount of concentration.

And of course, we were loving it. It was so exciting being in this position again, making trouble, being evil and simply having fun.

Father stood by the back entrance to the kitchen on lookout, something which may have been noticed by other guests, but never commented on to anyone, after all this was his house, Vegeta could do as he wished, no matter how strange it seemed. At least that was what they told themselves, truthfully I knew my father took the job because people were cautious, scared shitless really, of him and didn't want to go up to him and inquire what he was doing, which they may have if I or Goten had been there.

So here we were, in the kitchen, skillfully managing to avoid the worker drones making the food and drinks for the guests. (thank heavens my mother's a genius inventor with robots, else we never would have been able to pull this off) We spiked the open bottles and glasses of wine, whisky, vodka and whatever else we could find with only a small amount: two drops for whisky glasses, one for shot glasses and five for full bottles. This didn't seem like much at first, but when I consider what happened at the last party my father did this at, a few drops per drink sounded fine. Still, by the time we finished, the bottle was almost empty.

We rush outside with huge grins and my father gestures we should go through the back way to get back inside, past the small lab my mother ceded to my father for his brewery. We grab a few more bottles for ourselves as we go past and head back to the lounge room for a drink before braving the crowded hall again.

The horrible people, the horrible people

It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple

We were laughing as we walked through the halls of Capsule Corp back to the hall. A few people passed us with strange looks, but I imagine we did look rather funny and rather drunk. I lost count of how many bottles I'd had, which is not a good thing where father's brew was involved. Especially not as I am beginning to see flying purple monkeys in my peripheral vision.

You know, I rather like monkeys, they remind me of Goten when he was younger. Of course, being this sloshed, anything I think of will eventually remind me of Goten. My parents always told me I had something of a one-track mind. But Goten had an innocence to him in those days, he still does in my opinion, that I always envied. The very fact that he was completely not self-conscious acting so carefree and happy when he was younger always made me feel rather wistful. I look over now at him and see the flushed tinge to his cheek and the elated sparkle in his eyes. Not all of that is the doing of my father's brew.

Turning down a corner, my father swears and pushes us back around.

"What?" I ask rather loudly. He glares at me.

"Your mother's at the other end of the hallway." He peers around the corner. "She looks pissed and she's checking every chamber she comes to. Damn, last time I did this she promised my punishment would be even worse if I was caught again."

"What was your punishment last time?" Goten asks innocently. I just shake my head then turn back to my father.

"Give me the remaining bottles. Go the back way to the gravity chamber and try and burn off some of the alcohol or whatever. Say you got bored or something. If we get caught, I'm sure we can get off with very little punishment."

"We?" Goten looks at me indignantly. "You're dragging me into this?"

"You're already implicated. Besides, I need you to sweet talk mum."

Father looks at me closely. "You're sure?"

"Positive. You're not as drunk as us and with a bit of training you'll be able to burn off the excess alcohol in your system. Isn't that why Saiyans made it? So it could be easily absorbed?"

He smiles at me. "You were paying attention." He looks around. "Hide in one of the rooms and pretend you were getting drunk, you haven't seen each other for a while so you broke into my brewery and grabbed a few dozen bottles. I'm sure your mother will accept that."

"What if she tried a spiked drink and is after you because she recognised it?" We look over at Goten in horror. Neither of us thought of that. He sighs. "Fine, me and Trunks were really drunk and decided to do a repeat of your trick at the last party that Trunks told me about."

I grin. "Good job Goten. Look, if we get in trouble, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"You'd better," he mutters. We take the remaining bottles and walk into the closest room, which just happened to be a bathroom. Unfortunately, just as father was leaving and we were about to close and lock the door, someone approached my father.

"Excuse me, Mr. Vegeta, could you direct me to the rest room?"

My eyes widen at the sound of the voice. It was Lars. Goten looks panicked and I quickly shove him into the shower cubicle as I hear Lars say, before my father could reply, "Don't worry, I found it." He'd seen through the open door to the white porcelain inside.

Luckily for us, there was a dark fogged glass door only on one side of the shower, the side not facing the toilet and vanity. Goten and I were hidden behind a tiled cement wall inside the tiny cubicle.

"Goten," I whisper quickly, "If we get caught, follow my lead okay?" He nods and I hear Lars enter the bathroom and lock the door behind him.

Goten started to giggle hearing the sounds of Lars using the lavatory. I had to clamp a hand over his mouth then pin him to the wall as he started laughing uncontrollably. He was going to give us away if he fell due to laughing so much. I had to concentrate and force the fogginess in my mind away to stop both of us from making a sound.

After short time, we hear the flushing of the toilet and I almost sigh in relief thinking he would be gone soon.

Of course, I was wrong.

What we heard then shocked both of us. I look at Goten, who had stopped laughing, and see his wide eyes and the blush starting to stain his cheeks. I know my eyes were huge and I had to use my other hand to clamp over my own mouth before I could make a sound.

This was one of the most disturbing moments in my life and I thank every god I know that I am presently drunk, so that there may be a future possibility of me forgetting about hearing my arch rival jerk off in my bathroom.

I notice that Goten soon gets over his shock and begins to giggle again. The tickling sensation on my hand isn't doing me any good, and neither is the feeling of him squirming against me. He clings to me in an effort to keep himself upright as he is no longer able to completely stand on his own two feet without falling over from the laughter. This situation just keeps getting worse and I know I'm blushing uncontrollably but I just can't stop. Goten's worse off, I'm the only thing still keeping him up and keeping us from getting found out.

Finally it seemed that Lars was … finished. Goten was still laughing and probably didn't hear something that I did. My face pales hearing it and my hand slips from Goten's mouth in shock and horror, luckily as Lars flushed the toilet again and washed his hands. After he leaves, I wait a few seconds before completely releasing Goten.

He slid to the floor, laughing so hard that tears started rolling down his cheeks.

"Well," I finally say, trying to get my thoughts in order, "that was rather interesting." Goten starts laughing even harder at my comment. "Maybe a bathroom isn't the best place for us to be getting drunk in."

"I ... guess ... not," Goten wheezes between laughs. He shakily gets himself upright again and I help him to stand. "Trunks, are you telling me this is the stuff you've been keeping from me?"

"No, actually, this is the first party where something as interesting as this has happened. I guess it's because you're here. You do have a knack for making things interesting Chibi."

Goten nods, smiling widely, for once not caring about the nickname. He moves towards the door. "Hey, I wonder who he was thinking about?"

I stop and pale hearing these words as Goten opens the door and looks around cautious. "I ... I don' really know. It could be anyone."

Goten shrugs. "I guess so. Do you want to just go back to the lounge room?"

"Sure." We make our way slowly back to the lounge room, hoping to avoid my mother as we walk through the hallways. I pray that Goten doesn't ask me that question again, because I don't think I'll be able to lie to him again. I knew exactly who Lars was thinking about as he relieved himself and it freaked me out.

He was thinking about me.

Capitalism has made it this way

Old-fashioned fascism will take it away

I sigh as I stand here by the entrance and try to hold back a yawn.

Mother had eventually found us drinking still in the lounge room. Luckily she hadn't drunk a spiked drink, but she was just looking for us and Vegeta. Our disappearance had worried her and considerably pissed her off. Goten got away with barely a word said against him, but I had to go farewell our guests as they left.

I'd been doing that for over an hour.

Goten had stopped by and talked with me for a while before mother had dragged him away to talk with some of her guests. I wasn't sure who I felt more sorry for, me or him.

I gave up trying to hold it in and yawned, thinking there was no one around. Boy, was I ever wrong.

"Hello, Trunks." I start and look to the side, seeing Lars standing nearby with a few of his cronies. I manage to smile politely, but seeing the strange look in his eyes, I pale slightly, then berate myself for my weakness, glaring at him.

"What do you want Lars?"

He looks innocently at me. "Just to get my coat. My friends and I have decided to leave. Do be a good host and go fetch it for me."

"Of course," I say behind ground teeth. I open the door to the large coatroom in the hall. Unfortunately with the disgust I felt at seeing him, I'd completely forgotten to ask him what it looked like. I turn to ask him that exact question when I hear the door close and lock behind me.

I frown. "What do you think you're doing Lars?"

He grins and steps towards me. "You know Trunks, I think I finally figured out who you're hiding from, which puts me in an even better position that previously."

I sneer at him and turn away. "Right, you go ahead and keep thinking that."

"I wonder what your young friend Goten might think of you if I show him not only the pictures I showed you, but some more taken of a more lascivious nature." He smirks at me and I know I pale slightly. He grins, knowing he has me completely cornered.

"What the hell do you want Lars?"

"You."

My eyes widen in shock at the statement and he sidles up to me, tracing swirling designs on my chest. I recoil in disgust and move my hand to punch him, lightly, I really shouldn't kill him, despite how much I want to, but he smirks again before I can move.

"You lay so much as a finger on me, and I let your parents, your family, your friends and especially that precious young boy out there in on your secrets. How do you think they will react? Do you parents even know you're gay? How about your best friend? Wouldn't it be just traumatic if they shunned you because of this."

I start to shake and I pull away from him, leaning against one of the walls. He smirks and clasps his hands behind his back. "I know you're strong Trunks, I've the bruises to prove it, but even people like you have a weakness, a pressure point. I've found yours."

"You wish," I whisper half-heartedly. He moves up to me again, and I don't have the will to move away again, even as he slides his hands along my chest and down my sides.

"Don't play with me Trunks. Even if you manage to do something to me, I have others involved in this too, others who would love to see you fall."

I snap, my eyes blazing with fury. "Are you telling me this is all some sick little game for your amusement? Breaking me? Forcing me into things ..." I trail off with a gasp and my eyes widen as his hands slide lower.

"Forcing?" He grins, moving against me slightly, increasing the disturbing friction I felt. "I thought you would have remembered just how much I like force."

I make a move to push him away, maybe through the wall into the next room, but I hear the door open and the cronies from outside step in and I realise I can do nothing to him. He smirks and continues his ministrations, to the amusement of the other two in the room and my horror and disgust.

"I really do hold you by the balls now Trunks, I didn't realise how easy it would be to get you to be my lapdog." He leaned in and placed his mouth close to my ear. I tried to pull away, but I was still frozen in shock. "Will you cry for me Trunks?" he whispered gleefully.

That single statement caused an avalanche of fury within me. I was a Saiyan Prince, a warrior, I was being weak, letting a disgustingly depraved human like him to try and control me.

"You'd see me dead first," I whisper back in a harsh voice and shove him away, hard. He lands against the opposite wall, causing a large crack. The two cronies rush over to him in horror. I straighten myself up, making sure all of my clothes are unruffled and completely done up.

As Lars gets up I glare ferociously at him. "You can do what you want Lars, but I am no one's lapdog."

Lars glares right back, wiping blood from the side of his mouth, a result of the impact against the wall. "I will Brief, you'll regret this. Believe me, you'd best pray that you have good friends, because after they see what I have, they may never look at you the same." He gestured to his two cronies and they quickly left the room without a second look.

I slide down the wall, my face a distraught mess.

"Gods, what do I do now?"

AN: Hmm, I'm not quite sure about this chapter, but you guys tell me what you thought. At least it's a long one … a very long one.

Laters.