My Kami! It has been TOO long. I am really sorry. I've just been a crappy
person lately. I sleep in the morning and am awake all night. . .but enough
of that. Get to the reading! My writing style has probably changed a lot
since I last wrote. . .please don't hate me if you don't like it.
ALSO!: This is mostly about Hiyama.Him being the person who is getting all the badness happening to. . .Did that make sense?-'Son House' is the home of Trunks and Goten and 'Son Residence' is Vegeta's and Goku's. I know it means the same thing but bare with me.-Marron is in this. And she's Pan's best friend in this since Bra is her step sister.
Disclaimer: The original characters from DBZ/GT do not belong to me. Hiyama and Takanori belong to me. Hikaru belongs to Lisa Stewart (my friend.)
Symbols: '= thought, "= talking, *= action, A/N= Authors Note(s)
Chapter Three: Better than receiving
~Seventeen's Apartment~
Hiyama once again put up the futile struggle to open is heavy lids. With a painful cry they awoke and with them he stared blankly at the pastel yellow painted ceiling of the bedroom he had been trapped in for almost three and a half weeks. A stray tear that escaped his narrow eye caused him to shiver as it stung his raw flesh. The room was silent, like it always was this time of day. It was obviously past noon because Seventeen had left his usual time that cloudy day. With great effort, he rose on his bruised arms to prop his soulless body up so that he could maybe get up to wash his face.
'Stop fooling yourself, you do this every morning.You're not strong enough to make it to the bathroom. You're not strong enough for anything and you never will be if you don't get out of this apartment and away from him. . .' he said to himself with closed eyes. With his stronger arm he reached the bedside table slowly to grab the food that was left there for him. Placing the small slice of peach to his mouth he smiled in remembrance of a certain sunny day he spent with his friends. 'Do they remember me?' he threw the fruit to the floor in resentment for even thinking about his beloved mates. He was never going to see them again and that was that, according to his mind's telling.
Throwing his fragile body back onto the silk bed sheets he closed his eyes once more and allowed himself a small nap.
Later That Day
Hiyama was awoken by the slamming of the hardwood door. Seventeen was home and by the sound of the endless squeaking of the rubber bottoms of Seventeen's jogging sneakers it had been raining. The noise stopped short in a hesitant pause when the sound of a chair being moved was heard and the turning of the bedroom door was made. A slender man, maybe in his early thirties, walked into the dim room and turned on the lights. In the light, his fine calves could be identified as muscular, along with his other features. His long ebony hair is tied up in a messy bun while a loose red ribbon is fastened around it.
Hiyama didn't even bother to open his eyes when he felt someone sit on the bed next to him. It was his. . .actually, Seventeen was nothing to him. At one time he was a replacement of his real father but now he was merely the guy who fucks him.
The warm hand that caressed the torn skin of his thigh seemed so bitter cold as it went farther up and into his garments. Much to his dismay, a small gasp escaped his pouty lips as Seventeen grabbed his groin. After all these days of agony and abuse he still had enough strength to give his torturer pleasure. A small laugh filled the quiet room. "You still get surprised whenever I touch you. I thought you'd be used to it by now, Hiyama." Seventeen placed a light kiss on his slave's lips. "You have the most beautiful lips I have ever seen." His finger slid up Hiyama's battered chest and up to his, what it seemed to be, untouched lips. His thin fingers made semi circles on his fuller, upper lip. He stopped and tapped Hiyama's mouth. "You know I'm only doing this because I love you. I love you and only you." Seventeen stretched his body across the bed and looked at Hiyama lovingly while stroking back a strand of hair from Hiyama's face affectionately. "Why don't we have some fun?" every word came out like a piece of bad pie, you wish it never left the oven or in this case, his mouth.
"Why not? You can only go so long without a nice piece of ass." Hiyama managed to get out sarcastically. Seventeen furrowed his eyebrows to the comment and discontinued removing his shirt.
"Talking so well. . .I had thought you had forgotten how to." He placed his left leg on one side of Hiyama and the other on his right side so that he could straddle his torso. He tried not to make any facial expressions when he heard his young 'lover' yelp in pain from the crushing of his tender bones. "Soon, you'll be getting on your feet. Maybe walking out the door and.who knows? Maybe even getting the help you desire with every inch of your being." In his ending he lost control, as he always does. With a hard blow, he laid a swift punch across Hiyama's jaw.
Seventeen, still in sitting position, looked up at the ceiling and inhaled. The essence was so familiar. The essence of newly spilled blood invaded his nostrils. It blinded him in a way that not even a good love making session could compete with its completion. He looked down to see the scrunching of the face he loved and crimson gold liquid poring from the sweet lips of youth. Slowly, he placed his lips on the bloody pair. Moving his lips in sync with the others, he began to passionately kiss the one. The one he would always have and who would always be home waiting for him. His tongue began to salvage everything that occupied the moist opening. His hands clasped on to the sides of Hiyama's face so that he could further his exploration.
'Why? Why does he do this to me? Everyday he plays with me, like some doll. No, a puppet. Bending to his every will in hopes that one day my strings will be cut so that I to can be a real boy. I will not be taken advantage of by this foul beast. I'd much rather die. Hell is my oasis.' Hiyama was at the peak of his breaking point. His blood was trickling down the back of his throat and regurgitating into Seventeen's mouth was not a good idea unless he wanted more pain. He tried to send the message by rubbing Seventeen's back as hard as he could but it only furthered Seventeen into wanting to make love to him.
Rising to the upright form and removing his shirt again, Seventeen slid his tongue over his own teeth that were now drenched in blood. Deciding to be merciful to his partner, he continued his clothe removal off of the bed.
Hiyama lifted his arm to cup his mouth in hope that Seventeen would see this as a time of need. "Sev. . .I. . .I. . ." With that he was grabbed by his arms painfully and thrown forcefully over Seventeen's shoulders. Seventeen got him setup in kneeling position by the toilet and stood behind him to hold back his hair. His hair was flat now, much like his father's, Trunks.
Once he was done, he had his teeth brushed by Seventeen who also decided to bathe him as well. From the lidded toilet Hiyama could see Seventeen filling up the large hot tub. This meant a bath for the two of them, together, again. It had been like this since day one. Always an excuse to touch his body. Sometimes there was no excuse at all. The degrading feeling of being a permanent prostitute without pay. Not that he would do this for money.
Hiyama watched helplessly as he was stripped of his clothing and brought to sit in the water that scorched his wounds that were poorly tended. Seeing nothing better to do, he leaned back on Seventeen for support. His dream glossed eyes looked at Seventeen emotionless. 'Don't. . .But I have to. . .' he told himself mentally. "If you let me go. . .I'll tell you what you want to hear."
Seventeen found dull amusement in this, "And that is?"
"That I love you." Hiyama struggled but managed to kiss the rim of the clenched jaw line. "You'd like that wouldn't you? To be able to stop playing these games. To be together. . .like a hetro- couple? To have an unbreakable love that could do anything beyond the stars? A love that could look past. . .all of the pain and devastation you've caused for yourself and others?" Hiyama stopped to catch what little breath he had left and sat silently as he waited for some type of response.
Seventeen gazed ahead, as if in some trance. Sighing through his nose he turned his upper lip and nipped Hiyama's ear. "To love is to control.And my devastation is made only to my liking and mine alone. If I let you go. . .you'd only destroy me." He wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller figure and fell. Fell into the dream he'd been having ever since he had started his experiment with Hiyama.
~Dream~
Misty arrangements of clouds scatter the deep blue sky in a parallel universe of yesterday as smooth violins begin to play the song everyone has heard but never remember. Two figures commence in a low laugh as they dance in tune with the music. They speak. Both are men.
"Haven't we had this dream before, my love?" says a downy voice from the shorter form.
"Yes, but why should it matter? We are together as I told you we would be. What little faith you had when I told you we would always be together." The taller man's voice was lower in tone than the other's but it still held the love.
"How dare you mock me? You will have to be punished for pointing out your lover's faults." Is heard from the smaller man jokingly. They collapse to the floor of the meadow that they had been dancing in and begin to play childishly with eachother.
Soon enough the playing turns into rough and ordeal sex. The moans of both men take over the sounds of nature. Erotic scenes follow coarse violin solos. The image of the two men begins to get clearer and clearer, as if a video camera is zooming in with each breath.
The men are now visible. As he suspected, he is the taller man and Hiyama, the shorter.
~The Dream Ends With the Sound of a Long Orgasm~
Hiyama had fallen asleep by the time Seventeen opened his eyes to the reality that was his own. He used his hand to remove his own fallen hair from his face. Trying not to do what he, oh so loathed, he looked up to force back his ever entrapped tears. His eyes wandered back down to the beauty in his arms. A flood of pink invaded his cheeks as he looked down to their naked bodies that were touching one another's. Not that they had never touched before. This felt different. It wasn't forced. Somehow he knew. He knew Hiyama was giving himself to him, at least for that moment. "Hiyama? Wake up, its time to get out and get ready for bed." He waited for Hiyama to stir, but instead was left with no movement. "Hiyama? Wake up." Still no response was made. Getting a little nervous he lifted more of Hiyama's body above the water.
Hiyama began to move his head back and forth lazily and opened his jade colored eyes. "What?"
"You scared me. I thought. . ." he cleared his throat and began to get them both out of the water. He grabbed a large red cotton towel and wrapped it around both of them as Hiyama wrapped his arms around him for standing support.
"I miss it."
"Miss what?" Seventeen began to dry Hiyama's hair softly as he tried to listen to his answer.
"Walking." Hiyama dropped his head to look at his beaten legs. "I won't be doing that anytime soon." He found himself, once again, latching on to Seventeen to hold his ground. A sharp pain ran through Seventeen's chest. The guilt was always too much for him. But he couldn't let it show. He couldn't remove the mask of the heartless bastard to reveal the torn monster he was. "I guess not. . .But that's why I'm here, right?" He lifted Hiyama and returned to the bedroom. He placed Hiyama on the small chair while he removed the old sheets and put fresh ones on.
'Other than being raped and imprisoned. . .I have it a lot better than other victims. I get new sheets. . .' but it was more than that and Hiyama knew it. The most pain caused to him was that outside and inside his body but when it came to everything else, he was taken care of by Seventeen. But this still does not excuse anything.
"We're all set." Seventeen said once he placed the old sheets in the hamper in the smaller closet of the bedroom. Seventeen looked over to Hiyama who was looking right back at him and biting his lip. He approached him slowly to see if he would remove eye contact. He did no such thing and even raised his head when they were at closest range. "Tonight we sleep." He watched as Hiyama's face grew soft and overflowed with shock. "Besides, I have an early meeting with the board. Wouldn't want to go looking tired." He grabbed a pair of boxers from a nearby drawer and slipped them up Hiyama carefully. He then took his body and placed him under the warm blanket they both shared. After slipping under the cover himself, he turned out the light and wrapped an arm around Hiyama.
"What would you do if I died?" asked the voice of his love.
Seventeen remained silent and removed his arm. The sharp pain returned. This time it was the feeling. . .the feeling of showing no feeling or expressing the feelings that built up inside to the point of no return. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to find warmth in the new sheet on his side of the bed.
"I wouldn't care either." Hiyama spoke the words of truth as best he could without moving so that the sheets could not rub against him.
The night was cold.
Son House
Trunks muttered incoherently from under the turned up covers of his shared bed with Goten. Goten watched him sleep from the mirror he was looking into as he brushed his teeth in the bathroom. He smiled to himself and spat out the toothpaste remains from his mouth. Turning off the pipe and drying his mouth, he returned to the sun filled room to wake up his lover.
Goten kneeled down on the floor to Trunks and continued to watch him sleep. His lavender hair fell neatly around his tanned face and greatly complimented his long lashed lids. Beneath the lids is where he found the oceans that he could drown in for all of time, the crystal blue orbs always had a power over him ever since they were younger. He loved his Trunks and did anything for him.
His finger traced an invisible line across Trunks' forehead and down the left side of his face. "Wake up you." He whispered playfully. He moved closer as Trunks began to rub his eyes with closed fists.
"No, I need more sleep." Trunks grabbed his pillow and shoved it over his head to block out any form of light from his eyes. While drifting back into sleep he felt a large tug at his pants. He groaned loudly as he felt a set of lips making their way up his leg. "Why do you always do this?" he whined further by kicking his unoccupied leg. Trunks brought the covers up to see what was going on. Beneath the covers was a bushel of dark hair coming closer and closer to him. Dragged out moans escaped him as he felt himself being played with in Goten's mouth. He used his hand to guide Goten along faster and lengthier. "Goten, please." He was growing hard and Goten's games were causing him great pain.
Goten's hot breath blew across Trunks' sack as he continued pumping the stiffness in and out of his mouth. He felt it growing soft and swollen with each blow. His mouth made its way to the tip where he let his tongue roam freely. Sensing his spouses torment, he removed his lips to place his hand. Slowly he began to move his closed hand up and down Trunks. He used his other hand to crutch Trunks' leg away from the source of action.
Trunks screamed in rapture as he felt himself reaching release. He tilted his head backward and arched his back as he held on to the backboard for assistance. The peak was reached with a couple more movements and precious seed was spilled in a flash of white. Trunks panted hoarsely while Goten took his spot next to him and kissed his cheek. "Good morning." He breathed.
"Good morning, Trunks."
Son Residence
Pan had been up for about an hour but still she lay in bed. She examined the piece of thread she had been twirling around her fingers in most interest. Setting down the thread on her night stand, she decided to get up and get ready for the day. She sat up in bed and grabbed a rubber hair clip to hold her black hair back. With a sigh she placed her feet on the light blue carpet and walked onto the cold tile of her small bathroom.
After brushing her teeth she turned on the knobs to the silver standing shower. She removed her long red T- shirt and her favorite black boxers that had the name 'Ryuu,' stitched into the lining. Her naked body crept into the steamy water and took awhile to get used to its warmth.
Outside the shower she sensed movement. "Hello?" she called through shut eyes. "Anyone there?" A little worried she began to turn the shower lower and lower. Pan grabbed her orange towel and wrapped it around her soaking self. Carefully she stepped out of the shower and looked around. There seemed to be no one.
"Aha!" yelled a feminine voice from behind her. Without turning around she knew this voice.
"What are you doing here, Marron? You and your lesbian ways are getting the best of you and I don't appreciate you sneaking up on me while I am enjoying my shower." She smirked her all- knowing face and turned to face her friend who was not smiling.
"Not funny, Pan. You know I'm not a lesbian. Unlike yourself." Marron watched as Pan picked up a brush and started to bring it through her hair. "Besides, it was only a dare for us to kiss so why are you being so cold hearted to me? You have been ever since the party."
Pan mumbled silently to her self and set the brush down. "Why don't we just say that it's over with and do that? Pretend it never happened, okay?" the anger in her voice was present and Marron could feel it.
"I didn't come here to fight with you. I just came to ask if you wanted to go and grab some breakfast with me. That's all." Marron grabbed her annoyed friend by the arm and pulled her close for a hug. "You're my best friend Pan and I love you as a friend. Nothing more." She pulled away to look at Pan again. "Let people think what they want. I'm only a girl taking out her best friend for something to eat. So what if my best friend happens to be a girl? It doesn't mean we have anything going on." Marron smiled and kissed Pan's forehead and let her go.
"Alright, alright. I'll go but you have to wait until I'm done getting dressed. Go wait in the livingroom." Pan opened her drawers messily and started to put on her clothes in a hurry. She turned to see Marron's blonde hair disappear as she went farther down the stairs. 'I hate the feeling I get when ever I'm around her.' Pan felt like she should kick herself right there. 'I like boys! I like boys. I like boys!' Pan stumbled backwards as her right leg accidentally went into the left pant leg with her left leg in it. She grunted as her head hit the hard floor. 'I think I may need sisterly advice.'
Marron had been waiting for some time now and was wondering if Pan would ever come down. Sometimes Marron laughed at the thought that Pan might be picking out what to wear just for her. It had been no secret among Marron and her older group of friends, she cared for Pan. She had also shared this with her other close friend, Bra. Bra had taken it well and had told her that she supported her all the way in her love for her step sister.
Marron was snapped out of her day dreams as she looked up at the wooden staircase to see Pan trailing her way down the banister. She was surprised to see Pan wearing light colors, oppose her normal dark tones. She was fitted in a pale yellow tank top with a mint green opened over shirt on and light blue shorts. "I'm ready, let's go." Pan grabbed her friend in a hurry and ran out the door.
~Upstairs~
"My head." droned Vegeta as he held his forehead in pain. "Doesn't that girl ever slow down?" he redirected his eyes over to Goku who was getting him a cold washcloth to put on his head.
"She's young, Vegeta. She has better things to do than just sit around the house all day. Especially in the summer. . ." Goku's saddened voice died out in the end as he handed Vegeta the cloth. He made his way over to the bedroom window. Outside he could see two small boys blowing small bubble with wands. He laughed silently and watched on. Two muscular arms wrapped themselves around his waist.
"What's wrong? You don't seem like your hard headed self today, Kakkarot." Vegeta placed a small kiss on Goku's shoulder. "Are you troubled?" he tried to be sincere but it only sounded as if he was requesting more than an answer.
"Why don't we go out anymore? Goku turned around to look Vegeta in the eyes, his own filled with tears. "You never have time for me anymore and when you do," Goku stopped to wipe away a tear and calm his breathing, "you always have something 'better' to do than to take out your queen of a husband. Right?"
Vegeta raised a brow to this. He knew the situation was serious but he couldn't help finding the case humorous. There he was, at one time he was Vegeta: Prince of all Saiyans. Now he was a working father and husband, a husband to another man. And this man was acting like more of a woman than his old wife ever was. "Why don't we go out tonight?" He began to pet Goku's hand fondly.
Goku's expression began to perk up with each touch. "I'd like that. I love going out with you, Vegeta. I love you." Goku pulled Vegeta's lips to his and shared a loving kiss with him.
New York, Embassy hotel
Takanori had taken a large amount of pictures the past couple of weeks that he and his family had been vacationing in New York. This has been their first time in America but it was a great experience none the less even though Takanori was the only one who could speak English.
"Takanori, have you decided yet?" asked his sister Jo who had just gotten out of the steamy bathroom. She placed her wet towel on a rack behind the door of the bathroom. "Mom said it would be fine if we sent for him. Do you want to?"
"No." he replied. Hiyama had missed the plane to New York and Takanori had given up on all the possible reasons why he didn't show. "He didn't want to come. I should have guessed." Takanori looked at his sister, she was looking back at him with sympathetic eyes. "Don't give me those eyes, Jo. It's obvious he doesn't share my feelings. Why would he have? I'm just the third wheel in the group anyway. He loves Hikaru more than he will ever love me. He likes girls, that's not how I swing though."
Jo locked her arms around her brother tightly and pushed his hair back forcefully as tears ran down her face. "How could someone not love someone as caring, honest or as God damn nice as you? You have everything anyone would want and more. Stop beating yourself up over one little thing. And.I know he loves you! You're the guy he runs to when he's having a bad day. The guy he sneaks through the window of at night when he can't sleep. The guy he knows will never desert him. It's his fault he's not man enough to share his feelings with you. Not yours."
Takanori watched as his sister got up and went outside on the balcony to have a cigarette. "If he loves me so much then why doesn't he call?" he thought out loud. 'But I guess he could be too ashamed. . .Never showing could be his reason for no communication.' A smile traveled across his face. 'If he does love me then he'll be at home waiting for me. Waiting to tell me the truth.'
Diner
"What are you going to order? I'm having hotcakes and eggs." Said Pan as she put down her menu to look at Marron who had finished deciding earlier.
"A bagel and some coffee." From this Marron got a heavy sigh from Pan. "What is it?"
"You barely eat. You know this place has small bagels. You need more meat on your bones, Mare." Pan fiddled with the fork and the spoon as she waited for the waitress to come back to the table so they could place their orders.
"I didn't know you cared so much, Pan-chan." Marron giggled in a very childlike way that she knew drove Pan insane. She watched Pan give her the 'evil- eyes' and return to playing war with the utensils. "Since when have you stopped picking fights with me? You know you love to." She laughed once more.
"Since I began to get irritated with the SERVICE around here." Pan was very hungry, having started her day late and was not about to tolerate any further forms of irritation. A waitress must have heard her outburst because there was suddenly one there to take their orders. After the orders were taken and the food was delivered the pair ate quickly, paid the bill and left.
Walking along the quiet street Pan started to hum. Marron looked at her quizzically and nudged her arm. "What are you singing?"
"A song that was on one of the CD's Hiyama burned for me. It is so useful to have an older nephew." Pan began to sing the song aloud when Marron identified it.
"Oh, I know that song. It's from the 'Rainy Love' soundtrack. I love that movie but it always makes me cry." Marron made a sliding down movement with her index finger from the corner of her eye to indicate 'crying.' "And when's Hiyama coming back? I miss him."
"He comes back in a couple of days actually. Takanori and he must be having a blast in New York. My brother told me he hasn't even called. That's not like him." Pan and Marron laughed together. "He's more of a baby than me."
"And that's saying a lot." Marron kissed Pan's cheek jokingly. Her silver hair clip accidentally fell off so she bent over to pick it up.
Not aware of what she was really looking at, Pan turned away from Marron. 'I did not just look up her skirt. I did not. Did not. . .Shit! I did!' Pan actually took her hand and slapped herself.
"Are you okay, Pan-chan?"
Seventeen's Apartment- Night
Another long day at work had taken its toll on Seventeen. He put down his suit jacket and headed for the bedroom, as usual. On his way to the bedroom he stopped to remove the chair that was put underneath he doorknob incase worse came to worse and Hiyama could walk. He placed the chair down softly so that he would not disturb Hiyama if he had been sleeping. He turned the knob slowly and let the door open by itself. He gasped at the site he saw. The sheets were in a tangled mess and no body lay in between them. His eyes followed a trail of dry blood to the bathroom. He ran, following the marks into the bathroom.
There, in the bathroom lay the unconscious Hiyama. Pills galore. They were scattered on the floor and buried in the sheet that Hiyama had wrapped around himself. Somehow he had managed to drag his body into the bathroom, found support on the sink basin and reached the pills in the medicine cabinet. "Hiyama! Hiyama wake up! You can't do this!" Seventeen grabbed Hiyama and shook him furiously trying to awake him.
There was only one option. The hospital. Somehow he would have to get him treated there without anyone knowing what had really happened. He'd have to make up the story on the way there. Hiyama needed him more than ever. He lifted Hiyama up and was out of the door in a flash, leaving the sheet behind incase it proved to be evidence.
Hospital
"Please, right this way, Sir!" instructed a nurse as she directed him to place Hiyama on a stretcher. "He's in our hands now. Please follow Mr. Hahn into that room over there. We're contacting his parents right now."
'Great, now I'm going to be questioned. I'll be fine if I just go along with everything I've been rehearsing.' Seventeen was seated in a small room with a man who looked about his age.
"Hello Mr.. . .Hmmm. . .There seems to be no last name here. Is Seventeen alright with you?" asked Mr. Hahn as he straightened out a bunch of paper and tested a pen to see if it wrote.
"Seventeen is fine." There was no sign of anxiety in his voice and he hoped it would only remain that way.
"Alright, Seventeen. Can you tell me how this happened?"
"No, I found him in my apartment when I got home. I must have left the door unlocked which I sometimes do."
"Do you know this boy?"
"Yes, he is my ex- husband's son. I dropped him off at the airport about three and a half weeks ago and I had thought he had been in New York all this time. You can imagine my state of shock when I found him in my apartment."
"Yes, that must have been something. Can you tell me where you found him?"
"In my bathroom. Lying on the floor."
"Would you be willing to let anyone go there to examine what you claim? In your apartment?"
"It would be no problem." Seventeen glanced at his watch and looked up to Mr. Hahn again for any more questions.
"Then I have no other questions than a request that you fill out these forms in the waiting room. Thank you for your time."
Seventeen took the forms and headed to the waiting room. 'I have nothing to worry about. They should be done by now. They work fast.' Seventeen knew he had more evidence that they needed in his home to put him away for a long time. On his way to the hospital he dropped off a note to his friend to tell him to gather the guys and clean up his mess. His friends were mindless co- workers who would do anything to be him and for him. His slaves.
He set down the clipboard that held the papers on his crossed legs and began to fill them out. The pen he had slipped from his hand. As he bent down to pick it up he heard a familiar tune escalating from somewhere outside the hospital walls. He rose from his seat and looked outside the pane glass window. There stood a poor man on the street corner playing on his broken down violin. At first he could not place the song. He began to smile uncharacteristically in thought.
His eyes opened wide. 'It can't be. . .It's the violin playing from my dream. . .' Seventeen closed his eyes in defeat. 'If he dies. . .I'll die with him. Maybe then we can be together.'
Son Residence
"Vegeta could you get that for me?" Goku yelled from the bedroom as he heard the phone ring. He was getting ready for his dinner with Vegeta and nothing could make him happier. He listened intently as Vegeta began to talk on the phone. Soon he heard the phone click and hurried foot steps up the stairs. Vegeta appeared in the doorway. "What is it, Hun? Almost ready to go?"
"We can't go to dinner tonight!" Vegeta grabbed Goku's arm and pulled him out of the room and tried to get him down the stairs. Vegeta stopped and hit himself. "We're saiyans! We can fly! Come on!"
"What are you talking about?! You promised me dinner!" Goku yelled, almost in tears.
"Our grandson is in the hospital! The brats are on their way now! Fuck dinner!" Vegeta touched off and hovered, waiting for Goku. "Are you coming or not?! I don't have time for this!" He watched as Goku joined him. They nodded to eachother and flew into the night sky toward the hospital.
The night is young.
So? Did you like that Chapter? Want me to write more? Review if you do. That's always nice. ~Kelcey
ALSO!: This is mostly about Hiyama.Him being the person who is getting all the badness happening to. . .Did that make sense?-'Son House' is the home of Trunks and Goten and 'Son Residence' is Vegeta's and Goku's. I know it means the same thing but bare with me.-Marron is in this. And she's Pan's best friend in this since Bra is her step sister.
Disclaimer: The original characters from DBZ/GT do not belong to me. Hiyama and Takanori belong to me. Hikaru belongs to Lisa Stewart (my friend.)
Symbols: '= thought, "= talking, *= action, A/N= Authors Note(s)
Chapter Three: Better than receiving
~Seventeen's Apartment~
Hiyama once again put up the futile struggle to open is heavy lids. With a painful cry they awoke and with them he stared blankly at the pastel yellow painted ceiling of the bedroom he had been trapped in for almost three and a half weeks. A stray tear that escaped his narrow eye caused him to shiver as it stung his raw flesh. The room was silent, like it always was this time of day. It was obviously past noon because Seventeen had left his usual time that cloudy day. With great effort, he rose on his bruised arms to prop his soulless body up so that he could maybe get up to wash his face.
'Stop fooling yourself, you do this every morning.You're not strong enough to make it to the bathroom. You're not strong enough for anything and you never will be if you don't get out of this apartment and away from him. . .' he said to himself with closed eyes. With his stronger arm he reached the bedside table slowly to grab the food that was left there for him. Placing the small slice of peach to his mouth he smiled in remembrance of a certain sunny day he spent with his friends. 'Do they remember me?' he threw the fruit to the floor in resentment for even thinking about his beloved mates. He was never going to see them again and that was that, according to his mind's telling.
Throwing his fragile body back onto the silk bed sheets he closed his eyes once more and allowed himself a small nap.
Later That Day
Hiyama was awoken by the slamming of the hardwood door. Seventeen was home and by the sound of the endless squeaking of the rubber bottoms of Seventeen's jogging sneakers it had been raining. The noise stopped short in a hesitant pause when the sound of a chair being moved was heard and the turning of the bedroom door was made. A slender man, maybe in his early thirties, walked into the dim room and turned on the lights. In the light, his fine calves could be identified as muscular, along with his other features. His long ebony hair is tied up in a messy bun while a loose red ribbon is fastened around it.
Hiyama didn't even bother to open his eyes when he felt someone sit on the bed next to him. It was his. . .actually, Seventeen was nothing to him. At one time he was a replacement of his real father but now he was merely the guy who fucks him.
The warm hand that caressed the torn skin of his thigh seemed so bitter cold as it went farther up and into his garments. Much to his dismay, a small gasp escaped his pouty lips as Seventeen grabbed his groin. After all these days of agony and abuse he still had enough strength to give his torturer pleasure. A small laugh filled the quiet room. "You still get surprised whenever I touch you. I thought you'd be used to it by now, Hiyama." Seventeen placed a light kiss on his slave's lips. "You have the most beautiful lips I have ever seen." His finger slid up Hiyama's battered chest and up to his, what it seemed to be, untouched lips. His thin fingers made semi circles on his fuller, upper lip. He stopped and tapped Hiyama's mouth. "You know I'm only doing this because I love you. I love you and only you." Seventeen stretched his body across the bed and looked at Hiyama lovingly while stroking back a strand of hair from Hiyama's face affectionately. "Why don't we have some fun?" every word came out like a piece of bad pie, you wish it never left the oven or in this case, his mouth.
"Why not? You can only go so long without a nice piece of ass." Hiyama managed to get out sarcastically. Seventeen furrowed his eyebrows to the comment and discontinued removing his shirt.
"Talking so well. . .I had thought you had forgotten how to." He placed his left leg on one side of Hiyama and the other on his right side so that he could straddle his torso. He tried not to make any facial expressions when he heard his young 'lover' yelp in pain from the crushing of his tender bones. "Soon, you'll be getting on your feet. Maybe walking out the door and.who knows? Maybe even getting the help you desire with every inch of your being." In his ending he lost control, as he always does. With a hard blow, he laid a swift punch across Hiyama's jaw.
Seventeen, still in sitting position, looked up at the ceiling and inhaled. The essence was so familiar. The essence of newly spilled blood invaded his nostrils. It blinded him in a way that not even a good love making session could compete with its completion. He looked down to see the scrunching of the face he loved and crimson gold liquid poring from the sweet lips of youth. Slowly, he placed his lips on the bloody pair. Moving his lips in sync with the others, he began to passionately kiss the one. The one he would always have and who would always be home waiting for him. His tongue began to salvage everything that occupied the moist opening. His hands clasped on to the sides of Hiyama's face so that he could further his exploration.
'Why? Why does he do this to me? Everyday he plays with me, like some doll. No, a puppet. Bending to his every will in hopes that one day my strings will be cut so that I to can be a real boy. I will not be taken advantage of by this foul beast. I'd much rather die. Hell is my oasis.' Hiyama was at the peak of his breaking point. His blood was trickling down the back of his throat and regurgitating into Seventeen's mouth was not a good idea unless he wanted more pain. He tried to send the message by rubbing Seventeen's back as hard as he could but it only furthered Seventeen into wanting to make love to him.
Rising to the upright form and removing his shirt again, Seventeen slid his tongue over his own teeth that were now drenched in blood. Deciding to be merciful to his partner, he continued his clothe removal off of the bed.
Hiyama lifted his arm to cup his mouth in hope that Seventeen would see this as a time of need. "Sev. . .I. . .I. . ." With that he was grabbed by his arms painfully and thrown forcefully over Seventeen's shoulders. Seventeen got him setup in kneeling position by the toilet and stood behind him to hold back his hair. His hair was flat now, much like his father's, Trunks.
Once he was done, he had his teeth brushed by Seventeen who also decided to bathe him as well. From the lidded toilet Hiyama could see Seventeen filling up the large hot tub. This meant a bath for the two of them, together, again. It had been like this since day one. Always an excuse to touch his body. Sometimes there was no excuse at all. The degrading feeling of being a permanent prostitute without pay. Not that he would do this for money.
Hiyama watched helplessly as he was stripped of his clothing and brought to sit in the water that scorched his wounds that were poorly tended. Seeing nothing better to do, he leaned back on Seventeen for support. His dream glossed eyes looked at Seventeen emotionless. 'Don't. . .But I have to. . .' he told himself mentally. "If you let me go. . .I'll tell you what you want to hear."
Seventeen found dull amusement in this, "And that is?"
"That I love you." Hiyama struggled but managed to kiss the rim of the clenched jaw line. "You'd like that wouldn't you? To be able to stop playing these games. To be together. . .like a hetro- couple? To have an unbreakable love that could do anything beyond the stars? A love that could look past. . .all of the pain and devastation you've caused for yourself and others?" Hiyama stopped to catch what little breath he had left and sat silently as he waited for some type of response.
Seventeen gazed ahead, as if in some trance. Sighing through his nose he turned his upper lip and nipped Hiyama's ear. "To love is to control.And my devastation is made only to my liking and mine alone. If I let you go. . .you'd only destroy me." He wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller figure and fell. Fell into the dream he'd been having ever since he had started his experiment with Hiyama.
~Dream~
Misty arrangements of clouds scatter the deep blue sky in a parallel universe of yesterday as smooth violins begin to play the song everyone has heard but never remember. Two figures commence in a low laugh as they dance in tune with the music. They speak. Both are men.
"Haven't we had this dream before, my love?" says a downy voice from the shorter form.
"Yes, but why should it matter? We are together as I told you we would be. What little faith you had when I told you we would always be together." The taller man's voice was lower in tone than the other's but it still held the love.
"How dare you mock me? You will have to be punished for pointing out your lover's faults." Is heard from the smaller man jokingly. They collapse to the floor of the meadow that they had been dancing in and begin to play childishly with eachother.
Soon enough the playing turns into rough and ordeal sex. The moans of both men take over the sounds of nature. Erotic scenes follow coarse violin solos. The image of the two men begins to get clearer and clearer, as if a video camera is zooming in with each breath.
The men are now visible. As he suspected, he is the taller man and Hiyama, the shorter.
~The Dream Ends With the Sound of a Long Orgasm~
Hiyama had fallen asleep by the time Seventeen opened his eyes to the reality that was his own. He used his hand to remove his own fallen hair from his face. Trying not to do what he, oh so loathed, he looked up to force back his ever entrapped tears. His eyes wandered back down to the beauty in his arms. A flood of pink invaded his cheeks as he looked down to their naked bodies that were touching one another's. Not that they had never touched before. This felt different. It wasn't forced. Somehow he knew. He knew Hiyama was giving himself to him, at least for that moment. "Hiyama? Wake up, its time to get out and get ready for bed." He waited for Hiyama to stir, but instead was left with no movement. "Hiyama? Wake up." Still no response was made. Getting a little nervous he lifted more of Hiyama's body above the water.
Hiyama began to move his head back and forth lazily and opened his jade colored eyes. "What?"
"You scared me. I thought. . ." he cleared his throat and began to get them both out of the water. He grabbed a large red cotton towel and wrapped it around both of them as Hiyama wrapped his arms around him for standing support.
"I miss it."
"Miss what?" Seventeen began to dry Hiyama's hair softly as he tried to listen to his answer.
"Walking." Hiyama dropped his head to look at his beaten legs. "I won't be doing that anytime soon." He found himself, once again, latching on to Seventeen to hold his ground. A sharp pain ran through Seventeen's chest. The guilt was always too much for him. But he couldn't let it show. He couldn't remove the mask of the heartless bastard to reveal the torn monster he was. "I guess not. . .But that's why I'm here, right?" He lifted Hiyama and returned to the bedroom. He placed Hiyama on the small chair while he removed the old sheets and put fresh ones on.
'Other than being raped and imprisoned. . .I have it a lot better than other victims. I get new sheets. . .' but it was more than that and Hiyama knew it. The most pain caused to him was that outside and inside his body but when it came to everything else, he was taken care of by Seventeen. But this still does not excuse anything.
"We're all set." Seventeen said once he placed the old sheets in the hamper in the smaller closet of the bedroom. Seventeen looked over to Hiyama who was looking right back at him and biting his lip. He approached him slowly to see if he would remove eye contact. He did no such thing and even raised his head when they were at closest range. "Tonight we sleep." He watched as Hiyama's face grew soft and overflowed with shock. "Besides, I have an early meeting with the board. Wouldn't want to go looking tired." He grabbed a pair of boxers from a nearby drawer and slipped them up Hiyama carefully. He then took his body and placed him under the warm blanket they both shared. After slipping under the cover himself, he turned out the light and wrapped an arm around Hiyama.
"What would you do if I died?" asked the voice of his love.
Seventeen remained silent and removed his arm. The sharp pain returned. This time it was the feeling. . .the feeling of showing no feeling or expressing the feelings that built up inside to the point of no return. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to find warmth in the new sheet on his side of the bed.
"I wouldn't care either." Hiyama spoke the words of truth as best he could without moving so that the sheets could not rub against him.
The night was cold.
Son House
Trunks muttered incoherently from under the turned up covers of his shared bed with Goten. Goten watched him sleep from the mirror he was looking into as he brushed his teeth in the bathroom. He smiled to himself and spat out the toothpaste remains from his mouth. Turning off the pipe and drying his mouth, he returned to the sun filled room to wake up his lover.
Goten kneeled down on the floor to Trunks and continued to watch him sleep. His lavender hair fell neatly around his tanned face and greatly complimented his long lashed lids. Beneath the lids is where he found the oceans that he could drown in for all of time, the crystal blue orbs always had a power over him ever since they were younger. He loved his Trunks and did anything for him.
His finger traced an invisible line across Trunks' forehead and down the left side of his face. "Wake up you." He whispered playfully. He moved closer as Trunks began to rub his eyes with closed fists.
"No, I need more sleep." Trunks grabbed his pillow and shoved it over his head to block out any form of light from his eyes. While drifting back into sleep he felt a large tug at his pants. He groaned loudly as he felt a set of lips making their way up his leg. "Why do you always do this?" he whined further by kicking his unoccupied leg. Trunks brought the covers up to see what was going on. Beneath the covers was a bushel of dark hair coming closer and closer to him. Dragged out moans escaped him as he felt himself being played with in Goten's mouth. He used his hand to guide Goten along faster and lengthier. "Goten, please." He was growing hard and Goten's games were causing him great pain.
Goten's hot breath blew across Trunks' sack as he continued pumping the stiffness in and out of his mouth. He felt it growing soft and swollen with each blow. His mouth made its way to the tip where he let his tongue roam freely. Sensing his spouses torment, he removed his lips to place his hand. Slowly he began to move his closed hand up and down Trunks. He used his other hand to crutch Trunks' leg away from the source of action.
Trunks screamed in rapture as he felt himself reaching release. He tilted his head backward and arched his back as he held on to the backboard for assistance. The peak was reached with a couple more movements and precious seed was spilled in a flash of white. Trunks panted hoarsely while Goten took his spot next to him and kissed his cheek. "Good morning." He breathed.
"Good morning, Trunks."
Son Residence
Pan had been up for about an hour but still she lay in bed. She examined the piece of thread she had been twirling around her fingers in most interest. Setting down the thread on her night stand, she decided to get up and get ready for the day. She sat up in bed and grabbed a rubber hair clip to hold her black hair back. With a sigh she placed her feet on the light blue carpet and walked onto the cold tile of her small bathroom.
After brushing her teeth she turned on the knobs to the silver standing shower. She removed her long red T- shirt and her favorite black boxers that had the name 'Ryuu,' stitched into the lining. Her naked body crept into the steamy water and took awhile to get used to its warmth.
Outside the shower she sensed movement. "Hello?" she called through shut eyes. "Anyone there?" A little worried she began to turn the shower lower and lower. Pan grabbed her orange towel and wrapped it around her soaking self. Carefully she stepped out of the shower and looked around. There seemed to be no one.
"Aha!" yelled a feminine voice from behind her. Without turning around she knew this voice.
"What are you doing here, Marron? You and your lesbian ways are getting the best of you and I don't appreciate you sneaking up on me while I am enjoying my shower." She smirked her all- knowing face and turned to face her friend who was not smiling.
"Not funny, Pan. You know I'm not a lesbian. Unlike yourself." Marron watched as Pan picked up a brush and started to bring it through her hair. "Besides, it was only a dare for us to kiss so why are you being so cold hearted to me? You have been ever since the party."
Pan mumbled silently to her self and set the brush down. "Why don't we just say that it's over with and do that? Pretend it never happened, okay?" the anger in her voice was present and Marron could feel it.
"I didn't come here to fight with you. I just came to ask if you wanted to go and grab some breakfast with me. That's all." Marron grabbed her annoyed friend by the arm and pulled her close for a hug. "You're my best friend Pan and I love you as a friend. Nothing more." She pulled away to look at Pan again. "Let people think what they want. I'm only a girl taking out her best friend for something to eat. So what if my best friend happens to be a girl? It doesn't mean we have anything going on." Marron smiled and kissed Pan's forehead and let her go.
"Alright, alright. I'll go but you have to wait until I'm done getting dressed. Go wait in the livingroom." Pan opened her drawers messily and started to put on her clothes in a hurry. She turned to see Marron's blonde hair disappear as she went farther down the stairs. 'I hate the feeling I get when ever I'm around her.' Pan felt like she should kick herself right there. 'I like boys! I like boys. I like boys!' Pan stumbled backwards as her right leg accidentally went into the left pant leg with her left leg in it. She grunted as her head hit the hard floor. 'I think I may need sisterly advice.'
Marron had been waiting for some time now and was wondering if Pan would ever come down. Sometimes Marron laughed at the thought that Pan might be picking out what to wear just for her. It had been no secret among Marron and her older group of friends, she cared for Pan. She had also shared this with her other close friend, Bra. Bra had taken it well and had told her that she supported her all the way in her love for her step sister.
Marron was snapped out of her day dreams as she looked up at the wooden staircase to see Pan trailing her way down the banister. She was surprised to see Pan wearing light colors, oppose her normal dark tones. She was fitted in a pale yellow tank top with a mint green opened over shirt on and light blue shorts. "I'm ready, let's go." Pan grabbed her friend in a hurry and ran out the door.
~Upstairs~
"My head." droned Vegeta as he held his forehead in pain. "Doesn't that girl ever slow down?" he redirected his eyes over to Goku who was getting him a cold washcloth to put on his head.
"She's young, Vegeta. She has better things to do than just sit around the house all day. Especially in the summer. . ." Goku's saddened voice died out in the end as he handed Vegeta the cloth. He made his way over to the bedroom window. Outside he could see two small boys blowing small bubble with wands. He laughed silently and watched on. Two muscular arms wrapped themselves around his waist.
"What's wrong? You don't seem like your hard headed self today, Kakkarot." Vegeta placed a small kiss on Goku's shoulder. "Are you troubled?" he tried to be sincere but it only sounded as if he was requesting more than an answer.
"Why don't we go out anymore? Goku turned around to look Vegeta in the eyes, his own filled with tears. "You never have time for me anymore and when you do," Goku stopped to wipe away a tear and calm his breathing, "you always have something 'better' to do than to take out your queen of a husband. Right?"
Vegeta raised a brow to this. He knew the situation was serious but he couldn't help finding the case humorous. There he was, at one time he was Vegeta: Prince of all Saiyans. Now he was a working father and husband, a husband to another man. And this man was acting like more of a woman than his old wife ever was. "Why don't we go out tonight?" He began to pet Goku's hand fondly.
Goku's expression began to perk up with each touch. "I'd like that. I love going out with you, Vegeta. I love you." Goku pulled Vegeta's lips to his and shared a loving kiss with him.
New York, Embassy hotel
Takanori had taken a large amount of pictures the past couple of weeks that he and his family had been vacationing in New York. This has been their first time in America but it was a great experience none the less even though Takanori was the only one who could speak English.
"Takanori, have you decided yet?" asked his sister Jo who had just gotten out of the steamy bathroom. She placed her wet towel on a rack behind the door of the bathroom. "Mom said it would be fine if we sent for him. Do you want to?"
"No." he replied. Hiyama had missed the plane to New York and Takanori had given up on all the possible reasons why he didn't show. "He didn't want to come. I should have guessed." Takanori looked at his sister, she was looking back at him with sympathetic eyes. "Don't give me those eyes, Jo. It's obvious he doesn't share my feelings. Why would he have? I'm just the third wheel in the group anyway. He loves Hikaru more than he will ever love me. He likes girls, that's not how I swing though."
Jo locked her arms around her brother tightly and pushed his hair back forcefully as tears ran down her face. "How could someone not love someone as caring, honest or as God damn nice as you? You have everything anyone would want and more. Stop beating yourself up over one little thing. And.I know he loves you! You're the guy he runs to when he's having a bad day. The guy he sneaks through the window of at night when he can't sleep. The guy he knows will never desert him. It's his fault he's not man enough to share his feelings with you. Not yours."
Takanori watched as his sister got up and went outside on the balcony to have a cigarette. "If he loves me so much then why doesn't he call?" he thought out loud. 'But I guess he could be too ashamed. . .Never showing could be his reason for no communication.' A smile traveled across his face. 'If he does love me then he'll be at home waiting for me. Waiting to tell me the truth.'
Diner
"What are you going to order? I'm having hotcakes and eggs." Said Pan as she put down her menu to look at Marron who had finished deciding earlier.
"A bagel and some coffee." From this Marron got a heavy sigh from Pan. "What is it?"
"You barely eat. You know this place has small bagels. You need more meat on your bones, Mare." Pan fiddled with the fork and the spoon as she waited for the waitress to come back to the table so they could place their orders.
"I didn't know you cared so much, Pan-chan." Marron giggled in a very childlike way that she knew drove Pan insane. She watched Pan give her the 'evil- eyes' and return to playing war with the utensils. "Since when have you stopped picking fights with me? You know you love to." She laughed once more.
"Since I began to get irritated with the SERVICE around here." Pan was very hungry, having started her day late and was not about to tolerate any further forms of irritation. A waitress must have heard her outburst because there was suddenly one there to take their orders. After the orders were taken and the food was delivered the pair ate quickly, paid the bill and left.
Walking along the quiet street Pan started to hum. Marron looked at her quizzically and nudged her arm. "What are you singing?"
"A song that was on one of the CD's Hiyama burned for me. It is so useful to have an older nephew." Pan began to sing the song aloud when Marron identified it.
"Oh, I know that song. It's from the 'Rainy Love' soundtrack. I love that movie but it always makes me cry." Marron made a sliding down movement with her index finger from the corner of her eye to indicate 'crying.' "And when's Hiyama coming back? I miss him."
"He comes back in a couple of days actually. Takanori and he must be having a blast in New York. My brother told me he hasn't even called. That's not like him." Pan and Marron laughed together. "He's more of a baby than me."
"And that's saying a lot." Marron kissed Pan's cheek jokingly. Her silver hair clip accidentally fell off so she bent over to pick it up.
Not aware of what she was really looking at, Pan turned away from Marron. 'I did not just look up her skirt. I did not. Did not. . .Shit! I did!' Pan actually took her hand and slapped herself.
"Are you okay, Pan-chan?"
Seventeen's Apartment- Night
Another long day at work had taken its toll on Seventeen. He put down his suit jacket and headed for the bedroom, as usual. On his way to the bedroom he stopped to remove the chair that was put underneath he doorknob incase worse came to worse and Hiyama could walk. He placed the chair down softly so that he would not disturb Hiyama if he had been sleeping. He turned the knob slowly and let the door open by itself. He gasped at the site he saw. The sheets were in a tangled mess and no body lay in between them. His eyes followed a trail of dry blood to the bathroom. He ran, following the marks into the bathroom.
There, in the bathroom lay the unconscious Hiyama. Pills galore. They were scattered on the floor and buried in the sheet that Hiyama had wrapped around himself. Somehow he had managed to drag his body into the bathroom, found support on the sink basin and reached the pills in the medicine cabinet. "Hiyama! Hiyama wake up! You can't do this!" Seventeen grabbed Hiyama and shook him furiously trying to awake him.
There was only one option. The hospital. Somehow he would have to get him treated there without anyone knowing what had really happened. He'd have to make up the story on the way there. Hiyama needed him more than ever. He lifted Hiyama up and was out of the door in a flash, leaving the sheet behind incase it proved to be evidence.
Hospital
"Please, right this way, Sir!" instructed a nurse as she directed him to place Hiyama on a stretcher. "He's in our hands now. Please follow Mr. Hahn into that room over there. We're contacting his parents right now."
'Great, now I'm going to be questioned. I'll be fine if I just go along with everything I've been rehearsing.' Seventeen was seated in a small room with a man who looked about his age.
"Hello Mr.. . .Hmmm. . .There seems to be no last name here. Is Seventeen alright with you?" asked Mr. Hahn as he straightened out a bunch of paper and tested a pen to see if it wrote.
"Seventeen is fine." There was no sign of anxiety in his voice and he hoped it would only remain that way.
"Alright, Seventeen. Can you tell me how this happened?"
"No, I found him in my apartment when I got home. I must have left the door unlocked which I sometimes do."
"Do you know this boy?"
"Yes, he is my ex- husband's son. I dropped him off at the airport about three and a half weeks ago and I had thought he had been in New York all this time. You can imagine my state of shock when I found him in my apartment."
"Yes, that must have been something. Can you tell me where you found him?"
"In my bathroom. Lying on the floor."
"Would you be willing to let anyone go there to examine what you claim? In your apartment?"
"It would be no problem." Seventeen glanced at his watch and looked up to Mr. Hahn again for any more questions.
"Then I have no other questions than a request that you fill out these forms in the waiting room. Thank you for your time."
Seventeen took the forms and headed to the waiting room. 'I have nothing to worry about. They should be done by now. They work fast.' Seventeen knew he had more evidence that they needed in his home to put him away for a long time. On his way to the hospital he dropped off a note to his friend to tell him to gather the guys and clean up his mess. His friends were mindless co- workers who would do anything to be him and for him. His slaves.
He set down the clipboard that held the papers on his crossed legs and began to fill them out. The pen he had slipped from his hand. As he bent down to pick it up he heard a familiar tune escalating from somewhere outside the hospital walls. He rose from his seat and looked outside the pane glass window. There stood a poor man on the street corner playing on his broken down violin. At first he could not place the song. He began to smile uncharacteristically in thought.
His eyes opened wide. 'It can't be. . .It's the violin playing from my dream. . .' Seventeen closed his eyes in defeat. 'If he dies. . .I'll die with him. Maybe then we can be together.'
Son Residence
"Vegeta could you get that for me?" Goku yelled from the bedroom as he heard the phone ring. He was getting ready for his dinner with Vegeta and nothing could make him happier. He listened intently as Vegeta began to talk on the phone. Soon he heard the phone click and hurried foot steps up the stairs. Vegeta appeared in the doorway. "What is it, Hun? Almost ready to go?"
"We can't go to dinner tonight!" Vegeta grabbed Goku's arm and pulled him out of the room and tried to get him down the stairs. Vegeta stopped and hit himself. "We're saiyans! We can fly! Come on!"
"What are you talking about?! You promised me dinner!" Goku yelled, almost in tears.
"Our grandson is in the hospital! The brats are on their way now! Fuck dinner!" Vegeta touched off and hovered, waiting for Goku. "Are you coming or not?! I don't have time for this!" He watched as Goku joined him. They nodded to eachother and flew into the night sky toward the hospital.
The night is young.
So? Did you like that Chapter? Want me to write more? Review if you do. That's always nice. ~Kelcey