Trunsk and Goten stumbled into a small bar, deciding to get a couple of drinks before hitting the dance scene. They sat at the bar, and the bartender came around.
"Are you sure you two are old enough to be here?" The man asked. Trunks sighed. He reached into the pocked of his jacket, flipping out some I.D. and handing it to the man. His eyes went from the picture, then to Trunks, then back at the I.D. After a moment, he handed it back. "Twenty-eight eh? Alright, I trust you. But it ain't my fault if you get drunk and do somethin' stupid." The man looked at Goten. "And you sir?" he asked. Goten gulped.
"Uhh... I'm twenty-seven. I don't have any on me sir. Sorry." Goten sighed, he though he didn't look too young. The man noticed the long face.
"Ahh, this must be your lucky day kid, because I'll give ya a drink, even though I'm not sure that's your real age." Goten looked up, and smiled.
"Thank you," he said quietly, grinning at Trunks.
Half an hour and TOO many beers later, the two halfbreeds were happily laughing and yelling between gulps of alchoholic drinks. They had earlier began a drinking contest, which neither seemed to be winning. They had quite the crowd around them, all amazed at such a consumpion made by the two. I didn't take long though, for the two to move into a space where they prepared to face off each other, ready to duke it out. Some people left the bar, not wanting to see the inevitable fight, while more made a circle around the two. Goten licked his lips, staring at Trunks in his half conscious state.
Mmm Trunks... you're gonna taste good for what I have prepared for you,Goten thought. He cracked his knuckles, watching with eager anticipation as Trunks prepared as well. Goten stepped forward, and just as he was about to attack. Two gigantic men stepped throung the circle and towards the two. Trunks and Goten, their minds too hazed by alcohol to notice, were suddenly slapped back to reality as the two towering men threw them outside the bar to land on the hard, cold, uninviting pavement. They landed in a heap, and it took them quite some time to untangle themselves from the pizzle of limbs. Once up, Goten sighed.
"So... now when, Trunks, " he mumbled.
"Hey... stupid, you said 'when' instead of 'when'!" Trunks replied. Goten swayed closer to Trunks, resting a hand on his right shoulder.
"Trunks-kun," Goten said, flirting with his friend, "come with me. I know a bar where we can have some real fun!" He took Trunks' hand, and inwardly sighed when Trunks did not pull his hand away. He weaved through the streets as if the trail of water, and eventually stopped in front of a rather large building, bigger than the one before. They quickly went inside, and all heads turned to take their sights in. Goten smiled, running his eyes over the male faces of the room, making his way to a table near a raised stage against the back wall. Trunks looked around curiously, it was a nicely furnished, with rainbow flags hanging at the cornerd of each wall, not noticing the lack of the opposite sex...
"Goten, where are we?" Trunks asked, resting his head on his arms on the table.
"Just another bar," Goten replied, the grin on his face growing wider. Yeah, a GAY bar. Loud music began playing, and people moved to a large space in front of them, and began moving their bodies the fast-paced beat if the sound. They hung up their jackets, as lights began to flash, and Goten got up, tapping on the back of Trunks' hand. A quick jerk of the head, and Trunks met his friends eyes, who was motioning to the dance floor. Trunks got up as well, and followed Goten to the floor who had once again taken his hand.
"Ya know, we still have that bet going, you know, the one where you're supposed to dance circles around me..." Trunks let the sectence hang. A feral smile spread across the younger man's features. So, you want circles Trunks? By the time I'm done with you, your head will be spinning with circles at the pleasure soaring through your body...
At once, Goten's body began to rock slowly, taking its time to move. Then, as the music took a sudden rush of electric guitar, he began to twist and bend, hips swaying rather erotically to the beat, the jeans hugging at his thick thighs. He danced his body fluidly, like water, moving his way around the paralyzed Trunks. As he moved, he bumped his hip against Trunks', causing the man to get jostled back into reality. Trunks looked at Goten through clouded eyes, frowning as he did so.
"Think you're hot stuff now?" Trunks said. He stepped gracefully into step, almost mirroring exactly his best friend's moves. Goten grinned, liking the way his frined was moving. And it seems that the other men did, too, because they began "accidently" brushing up against them. Goten shot them a look and growled, and they backed off, making a circle around the two dancing demi saiyajins. Goten's body was on edge - he was loving this dance with his selected mate, it seemed natural to him as his steps fell in place without even thinking. Also, in his semi-drunkened state, he moved with great ease and flexibility. The music didn't even reach his brain as the only thing he sensed was Trunks, his and his love's heartbeat.
As the music ended, too soon, a man wearing a rather loud silk fusia shirt, bleached hair and tight black pants made his way to the stage and to the microphone. He tapped on it once, then twice, and spoke.
"Hey cuties!" The man said giggling like an idiot. "Well, you know what day it is! As always, fridays are karaoke night! So, take the challenge and bout to win fifty dollars! Yaay!" The man said, clapping as everyone else roared with approval. Trunks stepped back a bit, absently bumping into Goten. Karaoke? No way I'm ever doing that! Trunks though as he turned on Goten, giving him a look.
Five minutes later, Goten and Trunks found themselves standing in front of a microphone, with sheets of paper with lyrics written on them. Trunks had a hard time reading them, his vision constantly getting fuzzy. Goten was the same. The music started playing, and the two gulped. Trunks moved first to the microphone and cleared his throat.
"Umm..." he mumbled as the crowd cheered him on. His pride wouldn't let him back away, so he flicked his hair back and started again.
"I'm too sexy for my love... too sexy for my love, love's gonna leave me..." Trunks began, blushing furiously. He thanked that the rest of the room was dark, so he wouldn't have to see their faces. Trunks continued, inwardly groaning at his terrible voice.
Goten stepped forward, equally as embarassed as Trunks, and sung. They sung now together, and oddly enough, it made it sound better than it actually was. They seemed to be enjoying "I'm too Sexy" by Right Said Fred
The crowd was ballistic. The music continued blasting, and in their drunken state, they slowly got into the swing of things, and were even enjoying it, constantly taking the microphone from each other.
The crowd, now practically jumping over each other to get closer to the stage, began chanting, "Take it off... take it off..." again and again. Some guys were literally crawling onto the stage, and the two were having a fun time dodging the grabs. Trunks began to wonder where all the girls were, he didn't see any in the crowd.
Soon most of the men were on the stage, tugging at the two demi saiyajin's clothes, flooding them with their bodies, trying to rid them of their clothes. There were even a few who were trying to pin their limbs to the stage. They soon lost each other, and the groping hands kept coming! Enough was enough, and the two powered up, their auras shocking the men who backed off, grabbet their jackets, and ran out of that place so fast you wouldn't have known they were ever in there in the first place.
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The two didn't stop running until they were very, very far away from that cursed place, dressed in rags of their former outfits. Goten rubbed his throat, they even got Trunks' dog tags! Now sobering up, grumbled as he ran, his eyebrows drawing down from his forehead. Man, I was sure that going there would maybe give Trunks a sign! Ahh, I give up! We aren't ment to... be? Goten thought as he saw Trunks stop suddently. Goten slowed down as well, and walked up to Trunks, who's back was facing him, and he was tense. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, and was greeted by those beautiful sapphire gems.
"What's up Trunks?" Goten asked.
"I sensed that we were being watched... or it could be that I'm still drunk as hell. "Trunks granted Goten a small smile, and Goten nodded. They both looked down at their used-to-be clothes, and blushed. "Damn, what the hell was that back there?" Trunks asked.
"Nothing!!! Hahaha..." Goten laughed, putting his hand behind his head in the classic son style. "Come on, let's go home before we pass out right here," he said, and flew up into the night sky, his friend close behind.
The alarm smashed as it made contact against the wall, being thrown by a waking-up Trunks. He grumbled, rolling over and trying to go back to sleep. Suddently, another annoying buzzing sound reached his ears, and he looked up, groaning at the second alarm clock. Damn, am I really THAT bad at waking up? Trunks thought. A third alarm clock rang.
"Okay! I get the point!" he yelled as he turned both off, sitting up and scratching his head.
I don't want to wok today... but, 'Kassan will have my head if I don't go in. Ahh, I though all saiyajins needed was food, sleep, and fighting. Oh yeah, sex too, by the noises I hear at night.
Still in his thoughts, Trunks quickly got dressed into a black suit with a white undershirt. He slicked his hair back with gel, and went to reach his glasses. On second thought, Trunks thought, I won't wear those today. He ran down the stairs quickly, ate fast, brushed his teeth, ties his shoes, and was out the door, almost forgetting his briefcase.
Checking his watch quickly to make sure he was on time, he neared the two huge doors to the industrial building. He walked in, making his way to the elevators, when he was stopped by two bodyguards.
"I'm sorry sir. Visitors are not allowed beyong this point," one of them said.
"What? I'm not a visitor! I'm the president!" Trunks exclaimed. They both chukled.
"Okay sir, whatever you say. But then, how come you are already in your room?" the second one said. Trunks raised an eyebrow in confusion. The first one took out a small blank screen with some buttons at the bottom. He pressed a few, and the screen turned on and showed a picture of a man with blue eyes and purple hair sitting at a desk doing paperwork. "Mr. Briefs, we have a problem. We have another imposter in the building. How should we proceed?"
The man looked up into the screen, and grinned. "Get him out of here. I'll deal with him later." He began laughing as the man turned the screen off.
"But... but I'm Trunks Briefs!" he exclaimed. The two bodyguards laughed.
"Sure y'are. We all are!" Laughing, they both threw Trunks out of the building.
Goten was walking downtown, where he met up with Usagi again. "Hey!" he said, seeing her and running up to her side.
"Hi Goten! So, how did your plan work?" She asked, grinning. Goten sighed.
"Not well. After dinner I was chased away by some weird guys."
"Really? Maybe they liked your outfit."
"I wish!"
"Hey, ya gotta pic of your 'special friend', Goten?" Usagi asked, licking an ice cream she'd just bought. Goten reached into his pocket for his wallet, handed it to her showing the picture of Trunks. Usagi screamed.
"Total droolfest!" she sqealed, her eyes turning into huge hearts. "What a hunk!"
"I know, but sorry, I saw him first." Goten grinned triumphantly. Serena pouted.
"Ahh well, I still have my hunky boyfriend Mamoru." The two continued walking around for a while, talking about nothing important, before Goten had to leave to go home. As he was flying around, he took out the Trunks picture and sighed.
Trunks, do you even realize how much you mean to me? Please don't hate me too much when you find out. He put the picture away, and didn't notice the single crystal tear that made its way down his face and flew off.
As Goten landed, the sweet smell of rich food filled his senses, and he began drooling as he approached the door. He heard laughing from inside, and figured his parents had started without him.
"'Kaasan, 'Tousan, I'm home!" he yelled as he oppened the door and kicked off his shoes. He walked into the kitchen and froze. There, sitting around the table, was his parents, Chichi smiling as she ate, and Trunks and... and...
"Who the hell is that?!" Goten yelled as he saw someone who looked exactly like him. By now, everyone was looking at him oddly. Chichi gasped.
"Two Gotens?" she said. The one at the table stood.
"Mom, that's an imposter!" Goten yelled as he pointed at the identical man. The unknown man stood, frowning.
"'Kaasan, I don't know who that is, but I'll get him out." The imposter suddently charged at Goten, and, grabbing him, openned the door and threw him out. The man stood at the door grinning at Goten, who was sitting up on the ground.
"Don't come back again, or I'll kill your mom," he said quietly, and slammed the door shut. Goten could only stared at the door in open confusion.
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"What the hell? Those ROCC clones replaced Trunks and Goten!" Bra yelled as she chewed on some cookies.
"Ut ow rum Oten rand Brunks bidn't bight back?" Pan said through a mouthful of bits of cookies. Bra smacked Pan's head. "Oww!"
"Mind repeating that in english?" Bra asked, rolling her eyes. Pan swallowed, then licked her lips.
"I said, how come Goten and Trunks didn't fight back?" Bra shrugged.
"I guess this author doesn't know how stubborn my bro and Goten can be." Pan nodded, agreeing with her friend. She turned the page and continued to read, knowing something was going to happen, something the clones wouldn't appreciate.