I apologize again for the long time since the last update, but I am eternally busy so it took me a while to get this chapter done. The last few paragraphs represent the worst concepts to ever come from my mind and I desperately hope you will not be overly disturbed by it. There are just some things that I write that I will never write again and this is one of them. Way back in TCOV I wrote about torture and I intended to never do that again, having failed at that I can only warn you to read at your own risk and please, don't kill the messenger. Only a few reviewers to thank this time around:
animeprincess1452 –Here's another chapter, that's good that you love it, and I have updated!
GOTEN2003UK –Yeah, you will definitely be killing Vegeta at the end of this chapter. He has gone and outdone himself in evil things this time, so just kill him and leave me alone. Don't worry about losing your temper on him either, I need the extra input for the story !!!
Candy the Duck –LOL! That is too funny, I don't know about them being sexy at ten and eleven-years-old, but whatever you say. I tend to think they are just cute at that age, but that is up to you I guess. Oh yeah, and for your information they are 16 and 17 in this chapter.
Chapter 9: Finding Goten
With a start, Trunks' eyes snapped open and he looked around him, momentarily confused at his surroundings. He let out a sigh of relief as he regained his bearings and realized that he was still in the Saiya-jin spacepod. He took a quick look out the small window port in front of him at the stars streaking by and yawned, trying to stretch in the cramped and slightly claustrophobic vehicle. The young man sat back and thought of how the hell he was going to pull this off; with luck, his father had not yet discovered his absence but he was sure that he would have some company soon. He turned his head to the chromatograph mounted off to his right which displayed the mean time on Vegeta-sei, just about 1607 hours. He cursed himself as he tried to think of why he had slept less than three hours and had dreamed so very long. My mind confuses me so sometimes-it hurts just to think about it, thought Trunks, just three short hours and it recreated my entire life with Goten. And it was so real; I swear I could almost feel him again... His mind snapped back to reality as the computer began to spit out a series of phrases in ancient Saiya-jin and the boy found himself pressed to translate them, wishing he had paid more attention to the classes his father made him take. From what he could understand, the pod was nearing the coordinates that Trunks had punched in and he looked out to a small trading outpost ringed around a moon or asteroid or something like that. He knew what it was; a shithole filled with all sorts of filth of species from all across the galaxy, most of whom would kill a Saiya-jin with pleasure, given the chance. He also knew it was Goten's last recorded position, and he had to start there if he had a chance of finding him. He readied the pod's landing procedures and rubbed the piece of metal absently which still hung around his neck as a constant reminder of his lover.
The sun set on a dusty world and a light suddenly buzzed as it came on, disturbing the raven-haired boy dozing nearby. He sat up and blinked his eyes, looking around to see what was going on. The smell of food brought him to full awake and he glanced ineffectually at the clock stuck on the wall, which his father stubbornly kept on the same time used on Vegeta-sei. It read 4:07 PM, which was about two hours too slow for this planet's sunset/sunrise schedule. I was asleep for just three hours?! thought Goten in confusion, wondering how he had dreamed his entire past with Trunks in just that short amount of time. He turned back to his father, who walked up and put a hand on his shoulder and shook him slightly. "Hai, good to see you are finally awake," Goku said, sounding a bit strained. "It's a good thing too, otherwise I might have eaten it all myself and you would be hungry." Both managed weak, obviously forced laughs at the joke, but both knew that possibility was very unlikely. Goku rarely if ever ate much food. For one, food was often hard to come by in this place, and for another, the man hadn't trained or sparred in years, and thus didn't need the extra energy. His only son was all the kept him going in life now, his spirit had long since been broken. Goten reached down absently, rubbing his fingers on the silver still hanging on the now-rusted chain about his neck, the only constant reminder of his lover. "I know what you are thinking about," Goku said suddenly, "and if you ask me, for the thousandth time you are never going to see Trunks again. You should just forget him and try to go on." Tears clouded Goten's eyes and he looked at the dirty floor, thinking: Trunks is the only thing that keeps me going on. With a sigh, he wiped the water from his eyes and walked silently to the table for the evening meal that was already ready.
A lone guard walked down the hall, deeply regretting what he had to do. He knew the last person to give the King bad news ended up dead, like the last one, and the last one, and he was certain his bad luck would mean his end. But, he had drawn the short straw, and that meant he was to be the one to inform Vegeta of the news. He gathered his courage, recalling his schooling that taught him that death at the hands of the King was among the most honorable, and walked into the private suite. Vegeta sat in a cushy seat, sipping some fine wine and having his shoulders massaged by three Saiya-jin servant girls, all similarly clad in nothing at all. "Yes," said Vegeta, taking another sip of wine. The guard cleared his throat, striking a fist to his chest before bowing respectfully, saying: "The Royal Guard regrets to inform you that Prince Trunks has gone missing and we suspect he killed two guards and stole a spacepod for an unknown cause." The young guard tried to contain his fear and wondered how fast he would die as Vegeta sat bolt upright and spit his wine all over the floor in shock. "Kuso! That dammed child shall be the death of me!" He clenched his fists and stared down the guard in front of him, just out of the academy at a mere nineteen Earth-years old, seething in anger. Without warning, he thrust out a fist and hurtled it toward the guard at a speed which would surely kill him, stopping mere inches from the boy's nose. "Good," he said, pulling back, "I am glad to see at least some of my guards have the courage to stand fast and accept death. Now get the fuck out of here and arrange a search party at once!" The guard bowed again and walked out fast to get together some men to hunt down and recapture the prince. I wonder if the ol' King has gone soft...he thought, wondering why he had been spared death, Vegeta always killed someone when he got news he didn't like. A sudden boom behind him, followed by the servant girls running naked past him, two of them at least, gave him the answer. "Fucking bitch, I told you: LOWER!" roared the King and the guard chuckled, increasing his already rapid pace to the barracks.
Trunks sat bored in his chair, currently at the best place he thought to seek information: a crowded tavern filled with the worst of the worst in the entire galaxy all drunk out of their minds. Unfortunately for him, he had fallen into another depression and was right now having trouble believing he would ever see Goten again for as long as he lived. The bartender slid a glass filled with the same shit he had been drinking for an hour his way. What was it called? he thought. Hyper-Plasma-Shortcake?! He couldn't remember and reached into his pocket for some more money to pay for it. The stout man pushed his hand away as he offered it and said: "Hey, after someone drinks four Hydro-Plasma-Shitkegs in a row here...the next one's free. In all my years working, you are the first one I have ever seen able to do it. What's your story anyway?" Trunks looked up confused at the bartender and quirked an eyebrow at the question. "Well," the bartender went on, "you must be one of the last humans left, and you're a damn good looking one too, what the hell are you doing drinking liquor in a place like this? You could get hurt in here." Trunks smiled and thought of the notion people had that all Saiya-jin were black haired and eyed. "Actually," Trunks said quietly, "I am looking for a pair of Saiya-jins that might have come through here a few years ago." Even though Trunks' voice was barely above a whisper, the mention of the name brought all other conversation to a hush. Trunks looked around and the assorted aliens all took in his blue eyes and purple hair and, decided at once that he couldn't possibly be one of the hated race, went back to their talking and gambling and fighting.
He looked back at the bartender, who scowled, saying: "Dammed bastards, a bunch of 'em destroyed a colony not too far from here a while ago. 'Cept for a few stragglers, everyone here lost a family member or a friend to those murderous monkeys. That might explain why they all looked at you like that, you wouldn't happen to be involved with them, would 'ya?" Trunks held up a hand and said absently: "Nah, I'm actually looking for a couple that might have been around this way a few years back, they are wanted dead by my people." The bartender stood up straighter and responded: "Well, if you are fixin' to kill a few of those Saiya-jin scum, I guess I can tell you where they are headed. But I gotta tell you boy, they aren't like any Saiya-jin I ever saw. They were attacked almost as soon as they set foot in this place and then all of a sudden their hair went yellow and their eyes turned green, it was the dammedest thing I ever seen in all my years. They got really strong too, nearly blew the whole place up and took off outta here faster 'den a chenta outta Llehtab!" Trunks blinked at the unfamiliar analogy and then leaned in closer, grinning like a Cheshire cat and recognizing the description of two of the few SSJ in existence. "I can take care of myself old man, but I need to find out where they went." The bartender said: "I dunno where they were headed exactly, but they asked for directions for a planet called...umm...Tri-Gamma 13...I think it was. But that was way back about six years ago, and before everyone started telling me tales over their drinks about those Saiya-jin bastards; how they came outta nowhere all of a sudden like and killed people like nothin'." Trunks stood up and thanked him, before starting to walk out of the place when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Look boy, I had seven children before those Saiya-jin came along," the bartender said with a hitch in his voice. "Now I got just three and everyday I have to worry that I will come home and find them dead too. If you rid this universe of any of those killers I will be forever in your debt, you just be careful out there, it's a cruel universe, I know." Trunks smiled and walked out of the bar, patting some dust out of his green Gi and looking around to see if there was anyone around. Seeing nobody, he took off to the sky and toward his pod in the distance.
Back at Vegeta-sei, six spacepods streaked out of the atmosphere before one broke off of the group and headed in another direction. That one was headed toward a far-away planet called Tri-Gamma 15, the remaining five were following the trail of one missing prince, with instructions to bring him home. Those pods all contained the strongest Saiya-jin guards on the planet; the lone pod contained King Vegeta himself, who was off on a month-long trip to take care of some "unfinished business" as he had put it, leaving his second-in-command to run the planet meanwhile. Inside, Vegeta smiled as he thought of what he was going to do. Once this is over I will have rid myself of Kakarotto and his worthless spawn, I can't fathom whatever possessed myself to let them live in the first place, he thought, turning on the hibernation controls and falling into a cold sleep in seconds, not to awaken until he reached his destination.
Trunks sat in a similar spacepod, millions of miles away, pissed as ever that he had had no further leads on the whereabouts of the planet he was looking for. This mysterious 'Tri-Gamma 13' was not in the pod's databank and the three planets he had visited over a couple weeks had no records of it either. He was just musing in his own agony when he reminded himself that one thing was good about all this. So far, he thought, it has been a really calm journey. Wrong. A sudden series of alarms and flashing red lights in the pod told him something was seriously amiss. A quick scan of the meager instrument panel revealed that a bunch of spacepods were headed his way and were about...14 kellaquads away from him. "Just what the fuck is a kellaquad?!" Trunks said to the computer which was telling him over and over again that he was about to be intercepted. Knowing the Saiya-jin, Trunks thought, it's probably a severe overstatement. Like a kellaquad is probably a few light-years or something like that. Wrong again. A flash of light from some kind of energy weapon went off right next to the pod, momentarily blinding him, before he was rocked by the shockwave that followed it. Or, something like a mile or so... Punching in the commands to land on the nearest planet, a rocky world that may or may not be able to support life, he hoped he would make it there in one piece. The descent came rapidly and he programmed the ship to crash-land on the surface, hoping it would provide cover as he stole one of the others while they searched for him. Pushing open the hatch, he kept his Ki low and flew out of it toward some mountains, watching as the pod hit the ground and exploded on impact with a loud boom as its braking thrusters failed to fire. He landed and snuck behind some rocks praying this plan would work.
Trunks considered himself lucky they had not decided to fight him on sight, reasoning that they might have information he needed, but nonetheless cursed his bad luck. He was dragged over to the others the second he was found by one of the guards and they confronted him. "Well, looks like we found you," said one of the Saiya-jin as Trunks stood unfearing. "You are wanted back alive and in god shape so you better go quietly so we don't have to muss you up," said another. Trunks wondered for a short time why his father would want him back at all, much less unhurt, but dismissed it, deciding to pull his trump card. "Do you have any idea who I am?" Trunks said, laughing at them. "Prince Trunks, who else?" said a third guard, obviously confused. "Allow me to rephrase," said Trunks, clenching his fists. "Do you have any idea what I am?" The guards all looked confused until the leader took out a pair of Ki restraints and grinned, saying: "Yeah, under arrest." Trunks smiled again and stared them down, "No," he said, "let me show you." With that the ground started shaking and with a roar Trunks' hair bleached blonde and his eyes went green as a golden aura surrounded him and the ground cracked from the force. Ki blazing all around him, Trunks thought of how good it felt to do that again, and said: "What do you bakayaros make of this one?" He almost shit his Gi pants when not one, not two, but three of the men in front of him turned SSJ in response. "We know all about your capabilities, Prince, a plain old super Saiya-jin, and according to the King we will be more than a match for you. "Well then," Trunks said. "I guess even he doesn't know that I have been training in secret for just such an occasion." He tensed all his muscles in concentration and started to yell out loud and the ground crumbled beneath him. One of the guards took a read of his Ki level with his scouter and stuttered out that it was climbing rapidly. Trunks hair spiked up higher and glowed an even brighter gold as his eyes darkened and his energy formed an aura that covered the planet. Mountains around him started to collapse and the guards all looked on in shock at the display, powerless to stop it. With one final despairing shout, Trunks ascended and the dust cleared to reveal him one step higher. His blinding aura left the Saiya-jin guards trying to shield their eyes as they watched the lightning crackle about the new super Saiya-jin 2, and realized their were all collectively screwed. A split second later, Trunks vanished and reappeared in the middle of their loose circle, and one of the SSJ guards' head fell off, squirting blood onto the sand. The rest had barely enough time to grasp the fact that it was over and to think: 'oh SHIT' and Trunks was upon them.
Vegeta watched it all over his camera monitor that was connected in subspace to one mounted on one of the guards' spacepods, not trusting them for a second on their own, and his mind spun in amazement. Hm, he mused, I must remind myself to never underestimate him again. Maybe I should let him find Kakarotto's child...yes, I could do that. But I will make sure that he won't get a warm welcome when he does. He smiled his evil smile and in less than a second figured out what he wanted to do when he reached the planet he was headed towards.
Goten got out of bed and looked around inside his tiny home. Still the same crummy place; and still no sign of Trunks. Getting up to stretch, he yawned again and wished he had a better place to sleep. He walked around to look for Goku and found a note taped to a can of food by the door from his father saying he was out to get more food and should be back by sundown. Goten shrugged his shoulders and sat down on a squeaky chair to watch the dust blow past the place and daydream about Trunks. It wasn't long before he started to feel tired and bored at the unchanging scenery and eventually fell asleep for a little while. He awoke to a voice and he looked up to none other than his very own lover, Trunks!
He fell off the chair in complete shock and then stood up; rubbing his eyes and saying it had to be a dream. A warm kiss from Trunks told him that it was not and he smiled as he wondered why the kiss seemed so rough and uncomfortable. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Not caring, he ran a hand around Trunks' neck and then was pushed back just as he realized that there was something missing there. "Hey Trunks-kun, where's your necklace?" he asked. Trunks looked hard at Goten and said in an offhand way: "I lost it in a fight, but that doesn't matter...Goten." Now Goten knew something was wrong with his lover, his eyes lacked their familiar sparkle and he would have expected to have been called 'Chibi'. Besides that, why the hell did he seem so tense when he kissed him, what was going on, what was wrong with him?! Goten stood up a little stiffer and said: "What's wrong with you all of a sudden Trunks-kun? I would have thought that you would have me in the bed by now or at least to have held me for a little while." Trunks smirked in a strange way that Goten was unexpectedly distressed by and said: "Yes, there is something wrong. I fucking hate you!" Goten looked hurt, "Wh-what?" he asked in surprise. "You heard me," Trunks went on, "all these years and you didn't even try to find me, what kind of man are you?" Goten started to cry as his lover went on with his rant: "No, I thought I loved you but now I know I can't because you are nothing but a baka! You even kept the same pisswater hairstyle as your father and I think it makes you look everything like him. No identity of your own, just his son and nothing else. My father is such more of a better person than he will ever be and certainly better than you." Goten felt tears trickle down his face and he said, sobbing: "Y-you can't m-mean that T-T-Trunks-k-kun! I d-don't believe you!" Trunks crossed his arms and stepped forward, punching Goten in the face and sending him flying to the dirt. "I fucking hate you Goten," he yelled, "and I'm going to prove it!"
With that he picked Goten up and threw him through the door and into the house before walking up to him and picking him back up by the collar of his shirt. "Trunks-kun?!" Goten said, gasping for breath, "what are you doing?!" Trunks didn't respond as he punched Goten time and time again and then threw him on top of his bed which collapsed with a crash under him. Wordlessly, Trunks marched over and grabbed Goten's shirt again and tore it off, doing the same to his pants and leaving him naked on the broken bed. "Trunks-kun, why are you doing this? I love you...," Goten said, standing up and trying desperately to stop what was coming, but refusing to fight back against Trunks no matter what. Trunks continued to walk forward before taking off his pants and throwing Goten roughly down to the bed again. "This will teach you, you insolent, worthless piece of shit!" yelled Trunks, before flipping Goten over onto his hands and knees and grabbing hold of his arms. Goten had barely enough time to wonder what that band was around Trunks' arm before his head was jerked up as Trunks yanked on his hair and punched his face again. He wouldn't fight back. The boy screamed, loud enough to curdle blood, as Trunks suddenly forced himself inside him painfully. "Why...?" Goten tried to say through his tears as Trunks thrust back into him as hard as he could, and he felt himself tearing inside. Trunks still refused to answer and Goten still did not fight back. He screamed again and again as Trunks raped him and blood flowed from his mouth as he bit his lip trying to stop his cries. His mind exploded in anguish and he tried in vain to understand what was wrong with Trunks, but it no longer mattered. He screamed again as Trunks broke his arm and then thrust inside him once more before stopping. He pulled out with a sickening sound and wiped the blood and semen off himself with one of the blankets before pulling his pants on and leaving. Goten couldn't move, he was too hurt in body and mind and he just lay there, blood dripping from his mouth and ass and the tears just flowed out in a continuous stream as he whimpered in pain. He watched as Trunks walked out the door, why...? he thought again shortly before falling into blackness.
Trunks looked back to confirm that Goten was indeed unconscious and then reached up to his arm where the metal device was and pressed a small button on it. The holographic generator immediately went off line and Trunks broke into a pixilated image and then disappeared, revealing Vegeta. The Saiya-jin king smiled as he thought of how wonderfully it had worked, duplicating his son's looks and voice flawlessly and fooling Goten as needed. Walking back to his spacepod he licked his lips, remembering just how good Kakarotto's boy had felt to him and how much he had loved to hurt him while getting pleasure for himself. One thing was sure, it was something Trunks would never feel again; there was just no way in hell that Goten would love him now. Without him, Trunks was sure to either kill himself or agree to marry that brainless princess he had lined up for him. Whichever way, he would have what he wanted and as the spacepod blasted up out of the sky and headed back, all Vegeta could do was smile at his own genius and perfect ways.
Well, I am sure I will have no lack of reviewers for this chapter, I am sorry about that one but I only write what I must. Anyway, if you are not somehow inclined to review, I ask that you do, I need input on this chapter more than any other.