Meanwhile, a certain "she" was still high-tailing it away from that hell place. As he was running, which was not very fast thanks to the heels, two shadows blurred around him. He stopped, looking around everywhere, stretching out his senses to identify them. When he couldn't, he grew worried. What the hell were those shadows? Goten thought, deciding it best to get away. As he was running, he heard two very familiar laughs ringing out into the night air. He could have sworn one of them was his, and the other one's Trunks', but he didn't feel his best friend's ki anywhere, and he hadn't laughed. The sounds came from behing him, and as he turned around, he saw two sinewy silhouettes chasing him. Goten gasped, taking quickly to the air, sighing.
"Man, that was a little weird for me thanks," said Goten, holding onto his big wig. But, to his horror, the two things following him were also flying, and right behind him too! He sped up in an attempt to lose them, only to watch as they accelerated also. Goten cringed. He suddently took a sharp dorp downwards, plummeting towards the ground, hiding in the dark alleys between the tall buildings of the city. Goten kept silent as he watched the two figures stop in mid-air, obviously looking for him. Man, I wish Trunks were here! Goten thought as he pressed his back against the building wall, his long fingers digging into the brick.
After short period of time, Goten was on the move, keeping low to the ground and shielding him ki. Just then, as his foot hit the ground, it turned painfully and he slipped, breaking the heel off and falling to land not-so-gracefully on his head. Goten groaned, rolling onto his back in time to watch his hunters drop from the sky to land in front of him.
"Who are you two? And what do you want?" he asked, sitting up slightly and rubbing his chin. They both laughed again, and the eerie feeling returned to the man that these were people he knew. But, that's impossible! If I knew them, I would be able to sense their ki, and I sense nothing from these two! As the two people crouched down in a fighting stance, Goten stood and got ready to fight when, all of a sudden...
"It's a Bird!"
"It's a plane!"
"No! It's......."
Someone shouted as corny superhero music began playing. Somebody suddently jumped down from a streetlight, the faint glow casting strange shadows across their face.
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"So... who do you think's gonna rescue Goten?" Pan asked, a little curious as to who her uncle's savior was.
"Superman, of course!" She said, flipping the page.
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"Super bunny man!!" Trunks shouted as he raised his hands in the air, flipping off the two who opposed him.
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Both girls sweatdropped.
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"Trunks?! What the hell are you doing?!" Goten shouted at him.
"Saving you Chiten, of course!"
"I know that, but what the hell's up with the 'super bunny man' bit?"
"Small budjet. Not enough money to hire someone to invent a better name or costume for me."
"Ahh I see. Okay, continue!" Goten giggled, a little turned on by a macho Trunks saving him, a little turned off that his name was so cheesy. Trunks turned to face the two who threatened his date, and growled.
"So, you two think it's fun to harass people, do you?" He said, pointing at them. One of the figures turned to look at the other.
"Uhh... what do we do now R.O.C.C.?" the dark haired one asked. The other shrugged.
"I don't know R.O.C.C! I may have the looks, but not the brains. I say we regroup!" At once, they took of, in two different directions, one stopping and turning around the right way, yelling after his counterpart. Goten didn't even ask. Trunks, who was observing the two, turned to face him. The younger man gulped.
"Trunks... umm... I have to be going now... thanks for the night?" he managed in a quiverring voice. Trunks moved closer to him, placing his hands on Goten's shoulders and slipping them down his back. He drew Goten closer, and the raven haired man's mouth hung open. He found himself staring into the eyes of his affection, face inces away from his own and closing in. "Trunks..." he whispered so softly that the lavender haired hybrid caught it only thanks to his saiyajin-enhanced ears. He grinned.
"I've come to claim my prize," He said, a few tones deeper, heavy with sex. Trunks' strong hands locked him to Goten, and his lips were barely millimeters apart. Goten's head was spinning like a rollercoaster. Trunks! Kiss me Trunks! Kiss me so I may taste the sweetness the gods have kept from me for so long! And then, we can be together, my koiGoten was so caught up in his clouding thoughts, that he didn't notice the Trunks' hands began trailing up his back... Their lips brushed, and Goten swore when they touched they had ignited a small spark of electricity. One of the older man's hands went up through his hair, up to the base of his neck, fisting the hair there and...
...And pulling off Goten's wig. Goten didn't even notice until Trunks raised an eyebrow curiously, and pulled away. A frown crossed Goten's face.
"What? Why did you stop?" he asked, a little angry, until his eyes ran down to see the curly wig Trunks was holding. Goten's face went white. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit shit shit!! Goten began backing away, and Trunks' face went to one of curiosity to one of puzzlement, his head tilting to the side. His eyes widened.
"Do I know you? I swear you-!"
"NO! I mean... you have never met me before... I mean I have never met you before!" Goten said, shaking his head. He wasn't convincing. Goten chewed his bottom lip. He was trapped. Nothing he could do or say would get him out of this web he had so stupidly flewn into. As a last measure, he ran up ho Trunks, grabbed his shoulders and knocked him to the ground. Goten succeeded, mostly out of Trunks' shock and surprise. Wasting no time, he kicked off his shoes and ran off nto the night, even leaving a small train of dust. Trunks sat up, scratching his head. Somehow he had been at home comfortably watching TV, to being dressed in some small little bunny clothes sitting in the street. "Why the hell does this stuff always happen to me?"
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The next day, Trunks miraculosly having another day off, met up with Goten. Knocking a few times on the door, he was greeted by a blushing Goten, who's eyes had found how interesting the pattern of his socks were. Trunks cocked an eyebrow.
"Aren't you even gonna say hi to me?" he asked, pretending to be hurt. Goten peered up at him through his bangs.
"Hi," said he simply.
"Come on, slowpoke. put your shoes on. I have the funniest tale to tell you!" Goten muttered silently to himself, reacing down and putting one sneaker on, holding onto the door frame, taking his time. Trunks crossed his arms and rolled his eyes impatiently. "You know," he began, "I'd really like to leave here befor I turn fifty." Goten shook his head, tied the other shoe, and shut the door behind. Once they took off, Trunks moved beside Goten to talk easier.
"So uhh... this story of yours, does it involve going out on a date or something?" Goten asked, avoiding Trunks' gaze.
"Yeah! How did you know?"
"Just a hunch."
"Well, a good hunch." Trunks punched playfully a Goten. "Anyways, I was at home when this weird girl shows up. Says she wants to work at Capsule Corp. Well, being the amazing guy I am, I decide to take her out, and find her name to be Chiten." Goten almost fell out of the sky. Trunks looked at him oddly but continued. "So, I take her to one of the fancy restaurants I own, and I swear she eats as much as you." Trunks grinned at him, and the younger man found a blush creeping up on him again.
"Oh, a girl. That's nice. So where are we going?" Goten asked.
"Goten-kun," Trunks said in a sing-song voice, "trying to change the subject? That's not nice. Well, I'll be quick. Ok. so there we were, I paid the bill, and we were standing outside. Just as she was about to kiss me, she runs away! Can you believe that?" Trunks shook his head. It was Goten's turn to grin. Dear sweet Trunks. Cutting parts of the story off are we?
"Are you sure that's what happened? That's not what I heard." Goten said. His smile grew broader as Trunks' eyes grew.
"What?! You know?" He asked, blushing. Goten couldn't resist the chance to get one up on his best friend.
"Of course I do. It's all over the news you know. Super bunny man saves girl. Who is he?" The darker haired half saiyajin made a heroic flight pose and laughed as Trunks' whole face turned crimson. Trunks decided to say nothing the rest of the flight
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It was around 9:30pm when the two men found themselves overwhelmed to boredom. They both sighed, sitting on the floor, back to back. The TV was on, neither really paying attention to it. Suddently some loud music began playing and the two turned their heads towards the source of noise. On the screen, there were a bunch of people drinking and dancing, with wild lights flashing here and there, obviously a club. Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"Hey Goten, up for a night on the town?" the lavender haired man asked. Goten grinned.
"Sure. That is, if you can keep up with me." He shot Trunks a quizzical glance, and he sighed, shaking his head.
"No way that's gonna happen."
"Only one way to find out, hmm?" They both met eye-to-eye, before scrambling up the stairs to Trunks' room. They burst through his door, tripping over limbs and falling in a messy pile on the floor. Trunks moaned, having broken Goten's fall, and watched as Goten slowly sat up on him. Goten was so dazed that he didn't even realize the position he was in until he saw Trunks' rather annoyed face. He gasped as he realized he was straddling his hips. Too much in shock, Goten didn't move until he was shoved rather roughly to the floor.
"Took you long enough!" Trunks said, getting up.
"Sorry," a slightly embarassed Goten muttered. Trunks snorted, dismissing the thought as nothing, and moved to his large closet. Trunks began to throw out clothes from it, landing all across his floor and on Goten. He cheered suddently, obviously finding something sought, and pulled out a white beater, dark denim jeans, and some sleek tan shoes. Trunks threw those articles of clothing onto his bed, along with a stylish brown leather jacket. Trunks turned to Goten and sighed.
"What are we gonna dress you in?" Trunks asked. Goten shifted uncomfortably on the ground, his words twisting Trunks' into a steamy, frisky, arousing mental picture. Goten brought his knees up to cover his growing arousel and laughed, though it sounded forced. Trunks went back to rummaging through his closet, and picked a black novelty tee with a western logo on the front, matched with stonewashed denim pants, and pulling out his simple cut black leather jacket. He went to his desk by a large mirror and grabbed some dogtags, throwing them at Goten.
"For style," said Trunks. Goten looked at them closely. On the two rounded metal plates bore the single name Saiyajin. Goten raised an eyebrow. Trunks turned around and began removing his shirt, throwing it to the ground. Goten gasped. He watched in awe as Trunks' muscles rippled with every move, and began to blush.
"Trunks! What are you doing?!" he yelled. The purple haired man raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong? We used to sit naked in front of each other as kids."
"Yeah... but we're not kids anymore." Goten stared at the carpet as to not meet his crush's eyes. The other demi saiyajin simply snorted.
"Then don't look dummy!" Trunks turned around once again, and began to unbutton his pants. Goten sighed, he could feel himself becoming hard, and he quickly grabbed his clothes, changing as fast as he could, slipping the tags around his burly neck as he finished.
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"Eww... I don't want to read a story about Goten getting hard, let alone the fact that the cause of his 'arousal' happens to be Trunks!" Pan said, twisting her face into the grimace.
"Yeah, it's really weird. All we have to do is remember that this is a story," said Bra, looking over at her dark haired friend.
"Thank Dende at that!" Pan sighed, walking up and going into the kitchen and grabbing a ton of bananas to chew on.
"Oh, thanks Pan," Bra exclaimed, grabbing them all from the shorter girl, peeling them, and eating them. She smiled innocently. Pan's mouth hung open.
"Uhh... ok... I won't ask."
"Hey, where were we?" Bra said, flipping the page. "Ah yes! The club scene!"
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