Hola Amigos! This is the *drum roll music* Fifth Chapter! A lot of things
happen here and this chapter is fast (still seven pages though) in terms of
events so try to keep up.
ALSO!: '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.) **I might even ask people if they'd like their own OC to be a walk on in the fic, might sound corny but HEY!**
Symbols: '= thought, "= talking, *= action, A/N= Authors Note(s)
Takanori hurried down the long hospital hallways and into the third ward where his friend was being held. He approached the desk where a young nurse met his eyes. "Hello, I am Takanori Mitsui. I'm here to see Hiyama Son."
The nurse flipped through a pile of bunched up papers. "Ah, yes. Mr. Mitsui he is right through that door. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you." The nurse smiled and went back to loudly clapping her gum inside her mouth.
Takanori approached the room slowly, not knowing what state to find his friend in. 'Please be alright.' He opened the door slowly to see Hiyama in a bed with both of his legs suspended by leg supports hanging from the ceiling. As he got closer he could see the rest of the bandages around his hands and torso. He was obviously sleeping because he was making little whimpering noises. "You're so cute when you sleep." He whispered, half hoping Hiyama could hear him and half not.
Suddenly, he began to feel a hand caressing his lower back and near his end. He looked around slowly to see it was Hiyama's hand and when he turned back there was a small smile on Hiyama's lips. "I missed you." He whispered back into the dark room.
Takanori went red and thought that this was too good to be true. "I've missed you too. I was so worried when I found out." The look on Hiyama's face grew distressed. Takanori pressed his fore finger to his own lips and placed it on Hiyama's. "New York wasn't the same without you."
Hiyama kissed the finger a little more passionately than anyone should kiss a finger. Takanori let out a faded gasp and pulled his finger away. He watched as his friend pulled him by the shirt collar towards him and began to lick his lips. A bulge was beginning to form in his pants as their lips met. Hiyama was unexpectedly rough when it came to kissing.
Hiyama's hand roamed through Takanori's thick blonde hair, down his back and around his waist where he cupped his stiffness. He enjoyed it when Takanori moaned in his mouth and proceeded with his groping. "You know," he parted ", these leg supports would give you perfect access. They spread my legs right apart." His nimble fingers unzipped the tight fitting black jeans.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you. Aren't your legs broken?"
"Just small fractures, the doctor said they would heal faster this way. Don't worry, I know you wouldn't hurt me." Hiyama bit Takanori's bottom lip seductively and licked his chin as his tongue moved downward. Takanori's shirt bunched up from the fast motion in which Hiyama began to suck on his swollen tip. "But your friend here might." Hiyama drove the length further into his mouth that was dripping with precum.
Takanori pressed Hiyama's head further down with his hand. Watching him from his half- laying position and sucking his cock urged him on to his climax. "Please don't stop." He begged Hiyama with breath taking results as he continued to grind the cock with his mouth.
Just as Takanori was about to release into Hiyama's mouth the door sprung open. "Hiyama! Are you o--" Hikaru stopped dead in her tracks as she saw her two male friends in a sexual transaction. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Hikaru closed the door behind her quickly with her face flushed.
"Ah.ah." Takanori tried to get his voice back from the pleasure he was receiving from Hiyama who didn't even raise his head when they were interrupted. "I think we should sto--- stop before anyone else co--"
"Comes?" Hiyama lifted his head up for a second to give his meaning of the word he really meant with out explaining. "I wish you would already, I could have sworn you were going to before she came in." Hiyama sighed heavily. "I guess I'll have to get you started up again."
Takanori pulled away before Hiyama could go back and zipped his pants back up. "No, we have to stop." He brushed a golden strand away from his face and looked at Hiyama.
"But I'm not done." Hiyama looked at the large roundness in his friend's pants. "And you're still up." He let his lips kiss the area softly. His tongue lashed out against the rough fabric, moistening it more than it already was. "I want you." His dazzling eyes looked up at Takanori and pleaded for more.
"Not here. When you get out I'll be waiting for you. You only have a couple more days and besides, I have to go out there and explain to Hikaru. She's probably having a seizure." Takanori ran out of the room fast, leaving a very sex hungry Hiyama. 'I want to be with him but another slip in could be bad. I wonder why he was so open about his feeling for me.Last time he made it clear that he wasn't interested in guys.I guess during the last month a lot of things have changed.'Takanori closed his eyes and slid his hand down to his crotch where he grasped it tightly in the secluded hallway. 'That felt so good.' He let go of his semi- hardened self as he heard the sound of high heels coming down the hall towards him. It was Hikaru.
"I thought you were going to play fair! But having sex with him when I'm less than one mile away? He's even hurt for crying out loud!" Hikaru's face was more disappointed than angry. "He chose you didn't he?" She sank to the floor slowly and held her face in her hands.
Takanori sat on the floor with her. "No, I actually don't know what's going on with him. He seems so.sex crazed. I won't deny that I liked it but it was like it wasn't him. And we didn't have sex, we just had a friendly."
"Come off it." Hikaru laughed hopefully. "You loved it." They both laughed and exchanged a friendly embrace. "How was New York?"
-Son House-
Trunks propped his elbows up on the washing machine in the laundry room of their house. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and began to unload the rest of the clothes from the basket. "It's really hot in here." The voice came from behind him. He turned around to see his husband, Goten.
"Hey, baby. When did you get in?" Trunks received a hug from Goten and his sprits raised a little just seeing him.
"Just now." Goten seemed distant and vague as his eyes seemed to settle everywhere but Trunks' face.
"Is something wrong?" Trunks put down the clothes he was about to put in the washer and looked at Goten with concern.
"Nothing's wrong. Everything's great.I just got a new job offer." He said proudly.
"That's great!" Trunks gave him another hug and scratched his head slightly. "When do you start?"
"In about a month." The answer wasn't very clear to Trunks.
"Why so late?"
"Because the job is in California.They want me to familiarize myself with the area before I start working there. It's an immediate move." Goten didn't seem to drop or raise pitch at all, he was in the same mellow tone.
"What? I hope you didn't accept because." Trunks looked up at the ceiling in frustration. "Goten, it's out of the question. You can't just expect us to pack up and leave our family behind while you attend your new job in California! It's insane."
"That's why I'm going alone." Trunks almost snapped his neck from turning to face Goten so fast. "You and I both know that this isn't going anywhere. Well, this is my chance to maybe start over.In California."
"What are you saying?" Trunks was almost in tears. "You want a divorce?" He watched as Goten's head dropped. "Baby, we can work this out. I promise." Tears streamed down his face with fury. "I'm sorry, I'll try harder. Just don't leave me." Goten took him into his arms as his hands buried themselves into his back.
"It's gonna be okay. You'll be fine." Goten reassured him and tried not to cry himself. 'Try to keep a straight face. You said you weren't going to cry. Be strong.' He told himself. Goten pushed Trunks away softly and cleared his throat. "To make it easier, I'm moving in with my mom for awhile. I have most of my things packed." He readjusted his light jacket and kissed Trunks on the forehead. He left with a slamming door.
"Two marriages down the drain." Trunks dropped to his knees on the cold tile floor.
-Son Residence-
Vegeta closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth of the steamy bath. He liked the way his hair felt after being washed several hundred times under hot water. A slight disturbance in the corner of his eye interrupted him. "Do you have to do that in this bathroom?"
"I have to go! Besides, we have to hurry over to Bulma's so get out of the shower." Goku said as he began to zip down his pants in front of the navy blue toilet. He heard Vegeta let out an aggravated growl. "Stop whining, it's important. You won't believe what happened." Goku put the lid down, zipped up and washed his hands.
"Well?" Vegeta grabbed his towel and began to dry off outside of the shower.
"I can't tell you when you're like that. You know how I get." Goku blushed and let out a small whimper as he bit the top of his fist.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and wrapped the towel around himself. "Out with it."
"Trunks and Goten are getting a divorce. Poor Trunks.I heard it was Goten's idea. I guess I should have seen it coming, he's been acting so out of character lately." Goku wrapped his arms around Vegeta. Vegeta was silent and hugged him back. "I would never want a divorce from you. But." he snuggled and nipped Vegeta's ear. "I think you and me should get counseling! What do you think?" Goku seemed overly cheery about it.
"What? Do you even know what that is?" The uncomfortable face Goku was making showed that he really had no idea what it meant. "Counseling is something emotionally challenged heterosexual humans do when their marriage isn't working out." "But when I told Bulma about our problems she said we should take it." Goku was pushed away.
"What problems? And why are you going around discussing our problems, Kakkarot?!?"
"You know! How when we're you knowing, you can't.you know.get an erection."
"I can perfectly well get an erection! Maybe it's YOU who don't turn me on!" Vegeta grabbed his discarded clothing from the floor and headed into the bedroom to change.
"Vegeta! I was only trying to help!" Goku called after him but it was no use. He sighed and proceeded in their bedroom.
Pan looked across her bed to meet her friends' nervous gaze. Removing the orange sucker from her mouth she sat upright. "What's wrong? You look like I'm going to eat you or something." Pan laughed light heartedly.
Marron felt herself blushing all over and tried to open her mouth to speak. "I--- It's just that." She looked at Pan once more, she looked either concerned or annoyed. Marron spoke as she whipped her face away from Pan's sight, "Will you come with me to the Opening Ninth Grade Dance? As my date?!" Her heart was pounding so fast that she felt it was making it's way up her throat.
"Okay." Pan replied simply and went back to eating her candy.
"You will?" Marron looked back to her with shock. "You don't care what people might think?"
"No, I don't so don't you. And." Pan gave Marron a very seductive smirk as she pressed her lips to Marron's cheek. "There will be a good night kiss." Pan fell backward with laughter as she watched Marron gasp with fear, still blushing. "You're so cute. And gullible. I won't kiss you but I will be wearing a tux. Deal?"
Marron nodded her head and headed for the bedroom door. "Thanks, Pan- chan.I'll call you later." Marron closed the door behind her and made her way slowly down the stairs. 'What's wrong with me? I can barely walk!' She placed her hand on her red cheek that Pan had lightly touched with her lips. 'I want her to kiss me the real way.'
Hospital -Two Days Later-
Hiyama flipped through the television channels of his personal room set aimlessly. He really didn't care much for things such as that, not now. With so much to worry about. Hiyama closed his eyes tightly, trying not to let the tears out. He had heard it from his father that morning.
// "Your dad and I are getting a divorce. I know how hard this is going to be on you but you have to understand that this is for the best."
"Is it because of me being in the hospital?"
"It had nothing to do with you. We've been having problems for awhile now. I also have to attend my new job in San Francisco, so you'll get to stay with your dad and the rest of the family. Just think of it as me taking a vacation."
"Please don't smile when he's not. I hate that."
"Hiyama, what are you talking about?" "I know this was your idea, I know dad wants to keep it together. You're always sad when you come back from trips, is it because you don't love us?"
"Of course not! Why would you say something like that?!"
"I hope dad finds someone better."//
Hiyama rubbed his red cheek, the one where his father had slapped him. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to never see him again. Being in the hospital gave him a feeling of total and utter desolation. He wasn't able to see Seventeen or Takanori since they had been coming in too often and the doctor said it was interfering with his healing process.
He turned his head as he heard footsteps at his door. "Hiyama? You awake, sweetie?" Trunks came through the door with Hiyama's thin blue jacket in his arms. "Time to go home." His voice was sweet and low, and his foot steps quick as he approached his son. "Are you ready?'
"It seems like forever." He smiled. He threw the covers off of himself and slowly touched the hard cold floor with his bare feet. For the past few days he had been attending physical classes to help him walk and they appeared to be just what he needed. "Can I walk to the car, Dad?"
"If it's okay with the doctor." Trunks turned to face the doctor who had just entered the room. "Is it alright for Hiyama to walk out to the car, Doctor?"
"He seems to be doing fine, I don't see why not." The doctor patted Hiyama on the shoulder in passing. "Just be sure to take care of yourself, Hiyama." Hiyama thanked the doctor and followed Trunks out of the hospital and into the parking lot.
Seventeen's Apartment
The plan seemed so simple and would benefit him all the way. It had been proposed just two hours ago and it was already creating problems.
//"Seventeen, I know you've heard about Goten and me. I also know that without a good father figure around that Hiyama might feel like he's missing out .I don't want to just throw this out there like this but.Will you move in with us?"//
For one he would be able to get the best of both worlds, same age and youth. He would be escaping his loner life for awhile and would receive good cooking, from his former mate. He wouldn't deny the lack of life around without the two for the past years but things would obviously be different. Trunks has been with Goten, the until recently, loyal and sugary lover. And his former step son was now a very beautiful and mature young man.
He slammed his fist on the counter as he caught his thoughts running away with him again. Thinking of Hiyama was not something out of the ordinary these days and he was getting sick of it. 'I can't get his taste out of my mouth. It's driving me crazy. So bittersweet and chillingly indispensable.' Running his long fingers across his lips brought small hope that he would be able to take the boy his way at least one more time.
Mitsui Residence
Takanori lay sprawled across his bed, still trying to wake up from the sleep he had fallen into. 'I can't believe I dozed off like that.' He lifted himself and began to rub his eyes. 'I'm supposed to be waiting for Hiyama to call me.' He turned to look at the clock and frowned. 'It's seven forty. He should be there by now.'
Takanori got off his bed and repositioned in front of the large mirror behind his bedroom door. He began at his face and worked his way down to his feet. 'I don't look so bad.' He involuntarily turned around to get a back view and was pleased. Feeling the need to further explore his body, he removed his grey T-shirt slowly. He was not a very muscular boy but very fragile and petite. His face blushed a furiously as the hallucination of Hiyama standing behind him and holding him in a loving manner appeared before his eyes in the mirror.
It all seemed so real, Hiyama touching his body demandingly and furnishing his neck with light kisses. The mirage's hand began to slide down his body and into his pants. He encouraged them by placing his own on top and a gasp signaled the destination was reached. The hand massaged his penis firmly and started to work faster, pushing him along to absolution.
The phone rang and so ended his tryst with his beloved. Reality in a flash made him realize that some of his fascination was true, his hand was shoved down his pants and stimulating his now erected cock. 'Takanori, the phone is for you!' his sister called from outside the room.
'Thanks! I got it!' he ran to the phone and grabbed it with his clean hand.
"Hello?" "Hey stranger." "You're back! How does it feel to be home?" "Eh, it's okay." "You don't sound too sure. Is something wrong?" "Well, my dad's stuff is out and the place feels kind of." "Empty?" "Yeah. But I'm not going to worry about it. My dad says he has a surprise for me but I have a feeling it's not a thing." "That sounds good, you deserve a present." "That's for sure.It's been awhile since I've gotten something I wanted.Takanori?" "Uhm." "What is it?" "Okay.Well, since you're back I was wondering." "Oh.You want a little present too, don't you?" "No! You just got out! I was hoping we could take it slow." "But I want you. Don't yo want me?" "Of course but I'm sure you're father wouldn't approve of you doing any strenuous activity." "Who says my father has to know. I'll come over to your house tonight. I love you." ".What?" "You heard me, I love you." "I.I love you too and I'll see you tonight." "Bye for now." "Okay."
Hiyama grinned seductively to himself in his mirror and soon started to laugh. 'I'm so stupid sometimes.' He smiled and looked back in the mirror. He combed his hair back and added some gel to give it a wet look. His hair was very fine now. The more he looked at himself, the more he looked like a girl. He sighed and turned away.
He made his way out of his room and downstairs where his dad had been slaving over the oven for some reason or another. He found his dad in the dining room attempting to set the table but he looked to nervous to do anything. "Want me to help?"
"Hiyama!" Trunks jumped with surprise and earned a suspicious look from his son. "Oh, yes please. I have to go check on the roast! I hope it hasn't burned!" Trunks was about to run into the kitchen when Hiyama stopped him.
"The one I saw already finished on the counter?" he watched his dad relax and let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, what's all this fuss about? You're going crazy." He pulled out a chair for his dad to sit in and was accepted. "Everything has to be perfect tonight for my baby," Trunks placed a hand on Hiyama's cheek. "And his surprise. So!" Trunks shot up again. "I have to hurry and get everything on the table."
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.) **I might even ask people if they'd like their own OC to be a walk on in the fic, might sound corny but HEY!**
Symbols: '= thought, "= talking, *= action, A/N= Authors Note(s)
Takanori hurried down the long hospital hallways and into the third ward where his friend was being held. He approached the desk where a young nurse met his eyes. "Hello, I am Takanori Mitsui. I'm here to see Hiyama Son."
The nurse flipped through a pile of bunched up papers. "Ah, yes. Mr. Mitsui he is right through that door. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you." The nurse smiled and went back to loudly clapping her gum inside her mouth.
Takanori approached the room slowly, not knowing what state to find his friend in. 'Please be alright.' He opened the door slowly to see Hiyama in a bed with both of his legs suspended by leg supports hanging from the ceiling. As he got closer he could see the rest of the bandages around his hands and torso. He was obviously sleeping because he was making little whimpering noises. "You're so cute when you sleep." He whispered, half hoping Hiyama could hear him and half not.
Suddenly, he began to feel a hand caressing his lower back and near his end. He looked around slowly to see it was Hiyama's hand and when he turned back there was a small smile on Hiyama's lips. "I missed you." He whispered back into the dark room.
Takanori went red and thought that this was too good to be true. "I've missed you too. I was so worried when I found out." The look on Hiyama's face grew distressed. Takanori pressed his fore finger to his own lips and placed it on Hiyama's. "New York wasn't the same without you."
Hiyama kissed the finger a little more passionately than anyone should kiss a finger. Takanori let out a faded gasp and pulled his finger away. He watched as his friend pulled him by the shirt collar towards him and began to lick his lips. A bulge was beginning to form in his pants as their lips met. Hiyama was unexpectedly rough when it came to kissing.
Hiyama's hand roamed through Takanori's thick blonde hair, down his back and around his waist where he cupped his stiffness. He enjoyed it when Takanori moaned in his mouth and proceeded with his groping. "You know," he parted ", these leg supports would give you perfect access. They spread my legs right apart." His nimble fingers unzipped the tight fitting black jeans.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you. Aren't your legs broken?"
"Just small fractures, the doctor said they would heal faster this way. Don't worry, I know you wouldn't hurt me." Hiyama bit Takanori's bottom lip seductively and licked his chin as his tongue moved downward. Takanori's shirt bunched up from the fast motion in which Hiyama began to suck on his swollen tip. "But your friend here might." Hiyama drove the length further into his mouth that was dripping with precum.
Takanori pressed Hiyama's head further down with his hand. Watching him from his half- laying position and sucking his cock urged him on to his climax. "Please don't stop." He begged Hiyama with breath taking results as he continued to grind the cock with his mouth.
Just as Takanori was about to release into Hiyama's mouth the door sprung open. "Hiyama! Are you o--" Hikaru stopped dead in her tracks as she saw her two male friends in a sexual transaction. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Hikaru closed the door behind her quickly with her face flushed.
"Ah.ah." Takanori tried to get his voice back from the pleasure he was receiving from Hiyama who didn't even raise his head when they were interrupted. "I think we should sto--- stop before anyone else co--"
"Comes?" Hiyama lifted his head up for a second to give his meaning of the word he really meant with out explaining. "I wish you would already, I could have sworn you were going to before she came in." Hiyama sighed heavily. "I guess I'll have to get you started up again."
Takanori pulled away before Hiyama could go back and zipped his pants back up. "No, we have to stop." He brushed a golden strand away from his face and looked at Hiyama.
"But I'm not done." Hiyama looked at the large roundness in his friend's pants. "And you're still up." He let his lips kiss the area softly. His tongue lashed out against the rough fabric, moistening it more than it already was. "I want you." His dazzling eyes looked up at Takanori and pleaded for more.
"Not here. When you get out I'll be waiting for you. You only have a couple more days and besides, I have to go out there and explain to Hikaru. She's probably having a seizure." Takanori ran out of the room fast, leaving a very sex hungry Hiyama. 'I want to be with him but another slip in could be bad. I wonder why he was so open about his feeling for me.Last time he made it clear that he wasn't interested in guys.I guess during the last month a lot of things have changed.'Takanori closed his eyes and slid his hand down to his crotch where he grasped it tightly in the secluded hallway. 'That felt so good.' He let go of his semi- hardened self as he heard the sound of high heels coming down the hall towards him. It was Hikaru.
"I thought you were going to play fair! But having sex with him when I'm less than one mile away? He's even hurt for crying out loud!" Hikaru's face was more disappointed than angry. "He chose you didn't he?" She sank to the floor slowly and held her face in her hands.
Takanori sat on the floor with her. "No, I actually don't know what's going on with him. He seems so.sex crazed. I won't deny that I liked it but it was like it wasn't him. And we didn't have sex, we just had a friendly."
"Come off it." Hikaru laughed hopefully. "You loved it." They both laughed and exchanged a friendly embrace. "How was New York?"
-Son House-
Trunks propped his elbows up on the washing machine in the laundry room of their house. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and began to unload the rest of the clothes from the basket. "It's really hot in here." The voice came from behind him. He turned around to see his husband, Goten.
"Hey, baby. When did you get in?" Trunks received a hug from Goten and his sprits raised a little just seeing him.
"Just now." Goten seemed distant and vague as his eyes seemed to settle everywhere but Trunks' face.
"Is something wrong?" Trunks put down the clothes he was about to put in the washer and looked at Goten with concern.
"Nothing's wrong. Everything's great.I just got a new job offer." He said proudly.
"That's great!" Trunks gave him another hug and scratched his head slightly. "When do you start?"
"In about a month." The answer wasn't very clear to Trunks.
"Why so late?"
"Because the job is in California.They want me to familiarize myself with the area before I start working there. It's an immediate move." Goten didn't seem to drop or raise pitch at all, he was in the same mellow tone.
"What? I hope you didn't accept because." Trunks looked up at the ceiling in frustration. "Goten, it's out of the question. You can't just expect us to pack up and leave our family behind while you attend your new job in California! It's insane."
"That's why I'm going alone." Trunks almost snapped his neck from turning to face Goten so fast. "You and I both know that this isn't going anywhere. Well, this is my chance to maybe start over.In California."
"What are you saying?" Trunks was almost in tears. "You want a divorce?" He watched as Goten's head dropped. "Baby, we can work this out. I promise." Tears streamed down his face with fury. "I'm sorry, I'll try harder. Just don't leave me." Goten took him into his arms as his hands buried themselves into his back.
"It's gonna be okay. You'll be fine." Goten reassured him and tried not to cry himself. 'Try to keep a straight face. You said you weren't going to cry. Be strong.' He told himself. Goten pushed Trunks away softly and cleared his throat. "To make it easier, I'm moving in with my mom for awhile. I have most of my things packed." He readjusted his light jacket and kissed Trunks on the forehead. He left with a slamming door.
"Two marriages down the drain." Trunks dropped to his knees on the cold tile floor.
-Son Residence-
Vegeta closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth of the steamy bath. He liked the way his hair felt after being washed several hundred times under hot water. A slight disturbance in the corner of his eye interrupted him. "Do you have to do that in this bathroom?"
"I have to go! Besides, we have to hurry over to Bulma's so get out of the shower." Goku said as he began to zip down his pants in front of the navy blue toilet. He heard Vegeta let out an aggravated growl. "Stop whining, it's important. You won't believe what happened." Goku put the lid down, zipped up and washed his hands.
"Well?" Vegeta grabbed his towel and began to dry off outside of the shower.
"I can't tell you when you're like that. You know how I get." Goku blushed and let out a small whimper as he bit the top of his fist.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and wrapped the towel around himself. "Out with it."
"Trunks and Goten are getting a divorce. Poor Trunks.I heard it was Goten's idea. I guess I should have seen it coming, he's been acting so out of character lately." Goku wrapped his arms around Vegeta. Vegeta was silent and hugged him back. "I would never want a divorce from you. But." he snuggled and nipped Vegeta's ear. "I think you and me should get counseling! What do you think?" Goku seemed overly cheery about it.
"What? Do you even know what that is?" The uncomfortable face Goku was making showed that he really had no idea what it meant. "Counseling is something emotionally challenged heterosexual humans do when their marriage isn't working out." "But when I told Bulma about our problems she said we should take it." Goku was pushed away.
"What problems? And why are you going around discussing our problems, Kakkarot?!?"
"You know! How when we're you knowing, you can't.you know.get an erection."
"I can perfectly well get an erection! Maybe it's YOU who don't turn me on!" Vegeta grabbed his discarded clothing from the floor and headed into the bedroom to change.
"Vegeta! I was only trying to help!" Goku called after him but it was no use. He sighed and proceeded in their bedroom.
Pan looked across her bed to meet her friends' nervous gaze. Removing the orange sucker from her mouth she sat upright. "What's wrong? You look like I'm going to eat you or something." Pan laughed light heartedly.
Marron felt herself blushing all over and tried to open her mouth to speak. "I--- It's just that." She looked at Pan once more, she looked either concerned or annoyed. Marron spoke as she whipped her face away from Pan's sight, "Will you come with me to the Opening Ninth Grade Dance? As my date?!" Her heart was pounding so fast that she felt it was making it's way up her throat.
"Okay." Pan replied simply and went back to eating her candy.
"You will?" Marron looked back to her with shock. "You don't care what people might think?"
"No, I don't so don't you. And." Pan gave Marron a very seductive smirk as she pressed her lips to Marron's cheek. "There will be a good night kiss." Pan fell backward with laughter as she watched Marron gasp with fear, still blushing. "You're so cute. And gullible. I won't kiss you but I will be wearing a tux. Deal?"
Marron nodded her head and headed for the bedroom door. "Thanks, Pan- chan.I'll call you later." Marron closed the door behind her and made her way slowly down the stairs. 'What's wrong with me? I can barely walk!' She placed her hand on her red cheek that Pan had lightly touched with her lips. 'I want her to kiss me the real way.'
Hospital -Two Days Later-
Hiyama flipped through the television channels of his personal room set aimlessly. He really didn't care much for things such as that, not now. With so much to worry about. Hiyama closed his eyes tightly, trying not to let the tears out. He had heard it from his father that morning.
// "Your dad and I are getting a divorce. I know how hard this is going to be on you but you have to understand that this is for the best."
"Is it because of me being in the hospital?"
"It had nothing to do with you. We've been having problems for awhile now. I also have to attend my new job in San Francisco, so you'll get to stay with your dad and the rest of the family. Just think of it as me taking a vacation."
"Please don't smile when he's not. I hate that."
"Hiyama, what are you talking about?" "I know this was your idea, I know dad wants to keep it together. You're always sad when you come back from trips, is it because you don't love us?"
"Of course not! Why would you say something like that?!"
"I hope dad finds someone better."//
Hiyama rubbed his red cheek, the one where his father had slapped him. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to never see him again. Being in the hospital gave him a feeling of total and utter desolation. He wasn't able to see Seventeen or Takanori since they had been coming in too often and the doctor said it was interfering with his healing process.
He turned his head as he heard footsteps at his door. "Hiyama? You awake, sweetie?" Trunks came through the door with Hiyama's thin blue jacket in his arms. "Time to go home." His voice was sweet and low, and his foot steps quick as he approached his son. "Are you ready?'
"It seems like forever." He smiled. He threw the covers off of himself and slowly touched the hard cold floor with his bare feet. For the past few days he had been attending physical classes to help him walk and they appeared to be just what he needed. "Can I walk to the car, Dad?"
"If it's okay with the doctor." Trunks turned to face the doctor who had just entered the room. "Is it alright for Hiyama to walk out to the car, Doctor?"
"He seems to be doing fine, I don't see why not." The doctor patted Hiyama on the shoulder in passing. "Just be sure to take care of yourself, Hiyama." Hiyama thanked the doctor and followed Trunks out of the hospital and into the parking lot.
Seventeen's Apartment
The plan seemed so simple and would benefit him all the way. It had been proposed just two hours ago and it was already creating problems.
//"Seventeen, I know you've heard about Goten and me. I also know that without a good father figure around that Hiyama might feel like he's missing out .I don't want to just throw this out there like this but.Will you move in with us?"//
For one he would be able to get the best of both worlds, same age and youth. He would be escaping his loner life for awhile and would receive good cooking, from his former mate. He wouldn't deny the lack of life around without the two for the past years but things would obviously be different. Trunks has been with Goten, the until recently, loyal and sugary lover. And his former step son was now a very beautiful and mature young man.
He slammed his fist on the counter as he caught his thoughts running away with him again. Thinking of Hiyama was not something out of the ordinary these days and he was getting sick of it. 'I can't get his taste out of my mouth. It's driving me crazy. So bittersweet and chillingly indispensable.' Running his long fingers across his lips brought small hope that he would be able to take the boy his way at least one more time.
Mitsui Residence
Takanori lay sprawled across his bed, still trying to wake up from the sleep he had fallen into. 'I can't believe I dozed off like that.' He lifted himself and began to rub his eyes. 'I'm supposed to be waiting for Hiyama to call me.' He turned to look at the clock and frowned. 'It's seven forty. He should be there by now.'
Takanori got off his bed and repositioned in front of the large mirror behind his bedroom door. He began at his face and worked his way down to his feet. 'I don't look so bad.' He involuntarily turned around to get a back view and was pleased. Feeling the need to further explore his body, he removed his grey T-shirt slowly. He was not a very muscular boy but very fragile and petite. His face blushed a furiously as the hallucination of Hiyama standing behind him and holding him in a loving manner appeared before his eyes in the mirror.
It all seemed so real, Hiyama touching his body demandingly and furnishing his neck with light kisses. The mirage's hand began to slide down his body and into his pants. He encouraged them by placing his own on top and a gasp signaled the destination was reached. The hand massaged his penis firmly and started to work faster, pushing him along to absolution.
The phone rang and so ended his tryst with his beloved. Reality in a flash made him realize that some of his fascination was true, his hand was shoved down his pants and stimulating his now erected cock. 'Takanori, the phone is for you!' his sister called from outside the room.
'Thanks! I got it!' he ran to the phone and grabbed it with his clean hand.
"Hello?" "Hey stranger." "You're back! How does it feel to be home?" "Eh, it's okay." "You don't sound too sure. Is something wrong?" "Well, my dad's stuff is out and the place feels kind of." "Empty?" "Yeah. But I'm not going to worry about it. My dad says he has a surprise for me but I have a feeling it's not a thing." "That sounds good, you deserve a present." "That's for sure.It's been awhile since I've gotten something I wanted.Takanori?" "Uhm." "What is it?" "Okay.Well, since you're back I was wondering." "Oh.You want a little present too, don't you?" "No! You just got out! I was hoping we could take it slow." "But I want you. Don't yo want me?" "Of course but I'm sure you're father wouldn't approve of you doing any strenuous activity." "Who says my father has to know. I'll come over to your house tonight. I love you." ".What?" "You heard me, I love you." "I.I love you too and I'll see you tonight." "Bye for now." "Okay."
Hiyama grinned seductively to himself in his mirror and soon started to laugh. 'I'm so stupid sometimes.' He smiled and looked back in the mirror. He combed his hair back and added some gel to give it a wet look. His hair was very fine now. The more he looked at himself, the more he looked like a girl. He sighed and turned away.
He made his way out of his room and downstairs where his dad had been slaving over the oven for some reason or another. He found his dad in the dining room attempting to set the table but he looked to nervous to do anything. "Want me to help?"
"Hiyama!" Trunks jumped with surprise and earned a suspicious look from his son. "Oh, yes please. I have to go check on the roast! I hope it hasn't burned!" Trunks was about to run into the kitchen when Hiyama stopped him.
"The one I saw already finished on the counter?" he watched his dad relax and let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, what's all this fuss about? You're going crazy." He pulled out a chair for his dad to sit in and was accepted. "Everything has to be perfect tonight for my baby," Trunks placed a hand on Hiyama's cheek. "And his surprise. So!" Trunks shot up again. "I have to hurry and get everything on the table."