Holy crap...I cant top that. god damnitt. RAE! YOU BITCH! (gigglesnort) oh well. I'll get over it.
Disclaimer: we don't own the characters..well cept for the villains and we dont own DBZ of DB of DBZGT. If we did, there would be more yaoi. A LOT MORE YAOI!
ahem. On with the story.....frikkin snowmen and ballerinas.
All Night Stars...the third chapter. (cue creepy music --- here -----)
Trunks scowled, looking down at his hands. He had been with Goten for less than a day, and he couldn't help feeling restless. His head hurt, he was sore, his arm was throbbing and he couldn't help but think he had forgotten something extremely important. Something to do with food. But trying to remember was giving him a headache. And he HATED headaches....well.....he thought he did. Crying out in frustration, he tugged at his hair, causing Goten to come running into the room. He was carrying a clearly disgruntled cat in his hands, which looked at trunks like he was the last thing on earth he wanted to see.
"are you alright?" Goten asked, realizing what a stupid question that was when trunks glared at him. "I can't remember a fucking thing. Of course I'm not alright. I cant even remember my last name or if I have any......." He trailed off as a flash of blue caught his attention and ran across his mind like a penguin doing the mambo.
" I have a sister. I can't remember her name...but I have a little sister. I was supposed to bring her dinner ...breakfast home when I was jumped. That's all I can.....I can't remember anything else."
Trunks leaned back against the couch, shocked. He remembered his little sisters laugh....and her eyes. But he couldn't see her face. He didn't even realize he has started crying until he felt Goten's hand on his face, wiping the wetness away.
Goten sat down on the couch next to him, and Trunks crawled into his arms without even thinking about it, tears streaming down his cheeks. He felt so lost. He was just glad that he wasn't found by some freaky axe-murderer or something. That would really have sucked. He smiled, and started to laugh, giggling even more when Goten looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.
"what're you giggling about? I thought only girls giggled." Not that he minded the sound. It was...well, he could get used to it at least. Smiling and going slightly red, he forced those thoughts down and focused back on trunks. For his part, trunks went bright red and poked Goten in the chest.
"I may not remember my name, but I remember that I am DEFINETLY not female."
Goten smiled at him and patted his head. "Of course you aren't. What you are is stinky. Go have a shower."
Trunks growled at him and shoved him, so he landed on the floor. "I smell? Thanks a lot. You get smacked in the head, robbed and beaten then tell me you don't smell."
Goten looked upset, and Trunks' glare softened and he patted him on the head.
"sorry." He said, getting up and almost falling over. Goten caught him, and smiled. "need a bit of help there?" he asked, laughing lightly. Trunks crossed his arms like a petulant child, and nodded, his lower lip jutting out. Goten had to force himself to walk to the bathroom, putting a chair in the shower and depositing Trunks on it.
"Gimme a yell if you need anything." He said, leaving trunks to his own devices while we went back into the lounge room and tried to lose the image of trunks naked. The problem was that the image wasn't going to go away. Groaning loudly, he fell onto the couch, wrapping himself up in a blanket, the cat crawling into his lap.
"alright Goten. You're a guy. You like girls. You do not like purple haired fallen angels that suddenly pop into your life and are probably going to vanish just as fast. You do not like guys."
He closed his eyes, and growled pointing to his crotch. "that goes for YOU too."
Trunks sighed as the water ran over his skin. He felt better now that he was finally getting clean. He had to admit that he felt a bit gritty and smarmy before Goten had pointed out that he needed a shower. Grabbing a bar of soap, he lathered up, deliberately ignoring a certain piece of his anatomy. He sighed, and pulled his tail into his line of sight, giving it a small tug.
"And since when did I have a purple fuzzy tail?" he asked himself, raising an eyebrow.
And no, we did not forget about Hercule. Hercule, at his very moment, was prancing about in a cardboard box he had found, torn in such a way that it vaguely resembled a tutu. And nothing else.
NOTHING ELSE AT ALL!
He was picked up by the police for attacking an old man who was slightly rotund in appearance and proclaiming that the snowmen were going to rip his head off. He was placed into protective custody immediately because the old guy was amazingly fast with a walking stick. He had knocked Hercule over the head and given him a rather nasty bump. Well that and the fact that he had performed a rather spectacular act of indecent exposure and was probably going to get his ass kicked by his wife when he got home.
And the gang...well....the gang leader was pacing around, VERY IRATE. He glowered and his the first person that came across his path, who also happened to be his right hand man. Orion glared at the his boss, and whacked him back.
"Fuckit James. Watch your damn hands. If you cant keep them to yourself you're gunna get smash—ERK!" the last part of his sentence was cut off by James' hand wrapping around his windpipe.
James growled and flung him into the far wall, making a fair sized dent.
"Orion, shut the fuck up. I want you to find out who that other guy was. The one with the fucked up black hair."
Orion, well used to these sorts of orders, just nodded and ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair. "uhh...boss? What about the kid.......the purple haired brat?"
James growled and threw the closest thing he had to Orion, who just dodged it. A knife laid hilt deep in the wood nest to his head. He gulped and stammered an apology, running out of the room. James assumed the patented evil pose....you know the one, where they fold their hands and place their chin on them and go all broody like? Well he did that. Anyways, back to the story. He did the pose and said something deep and scary and shit, But I won't write it because we hate him already.
Yeah.
Vegeta on the other hand was becoming frantic. Piccolo had come in an hour after trunks had left, and handed him a phone. It was his wife...well...Ex wife anyways, telling him that their son had not come home with his little sisters breakfast and that he certianly took after VEGETA'S family because hers could never be so irresponible and....well....you get the picture, right? Anyway, Vegeta had junnanagou and piccolo out looking for him. And they were not having ANY luck.
Vegeta was worried. And you all know vegeta...he NEVER gets worried.
yay for fatherly love. (when he's not trying to pound his son into the ground that is. x3)
Back to our loveable two idiots. Trunks had just gotten out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around himself when there was a scratching at the door. Interest piqued, the purple haired teen opened the door and was assaulted with a ball of fluff. And Goten was standing a little bit away from the cat with a strange looking coat thing. The cat leaped into Trunk's arms and snuggled in, quivering.Goten gave him a sheepish look, and grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck, trying to ignore the fact that trunk's towel was slipping down.
" you might want to fix that," he said, blushing. The cat, meanwhile was bouncing down the hallway like a marble down a mountain, having escaped trunk's grasp. Goten pulled on the other teen's hand and guided him down the hallway to his room where he made his way to the closet.
" I'm sorry if these are a bit to big for you....the pants should fit but the shirt?" he muttered to himself as he threw a pair of boxers and a pair of jeans in trunk's general direction. He rummaged around for a spare shirt, not finding anything so he just grabbed a giant woolen jacket and threw it at him. Having already changed into the pants, trunks was shocked when a jumper landed on his head. Goten was just a little bigger than him, so the pants fode on his hips instead of the waist, as they were intended. His tail poked out the top of the waistband, and wrapped itself around his waist. He pulled the jacket on, and laughed slightly as the sleeves slid down over his hands.
" I think this might be a bit large." He said, smirking, looking puzzled when he saw Goten staring at him.
for his part, Goten was trying not to drool. Trunk's looked adorably cute in clothes that were too large and Goten felt like going up and hugging him. He shook himself out of it and jumped as he heard a yowl.
"damn it..........I think scrap's got into the laundry chute again." He muttered, and a sudden thump and a pained yowl affirmed his suspicions. Trunks laughed slightly, and jumped as Goten grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the front door, opening it as the cat bounded past them, chased by a young woman with a broom.
Goten waved cheerfully at her, and got a whack with the broom for his efforts.
"you keep that mangy mongrel out of the laundry, you hear?" she said, smiling. Goten nodded, and tugged on a lock of his hair.
"yes ma'am. Sure thing. This is Trunks." he said, pulling the other teen forward. Coloring a little under the glare he was getting, Trunks fidgeted with the hem of the jacket, looking down at his feet. Goten glared at the woman, who had the good grace to look ashamed.
"PAN!" he said, glowering. The girl looked at him, and sighed.
"I'll behave uncle. Now can I go?" she asked, eyeing the cat as she wandered off. Trunks looked at Goten quizzically.
"uncle?" he enquired, as Goten led him back to the couch and he sat down accepting the mug of coffee that was offered.
"yeah. My big brother's kid. He had her just after I was born, cause he's so much older than me. She's only a year younger than me, and owns this apartment complex. Her and her friend run it." He explained, settling down next to trunks, who looked tired. He yawned for effect and leaned against Goten, almost dropping the mug from his fingers. Goten caught it and put it down on the table in front of him, suddenly paying attention to Trunk's mumbling.
"thanks Goten...'m sorry I think this might be one of the drugs side effects or somethin. Thank you." He said, snuggling up and dozing off. Goten went bright red and tried to get up. Trunks, growling at the loss of the human pillow, tightened his hold, so Goten had to settle for leaning back and trying to make himself comfortable. Not that he minded having the smaller teenager practically in his lap...............Shit.
How was he going to find Trunk's family if he didn't even know the guys last name? He would have to ask his brother. But being a cop, Gohan would want to talk to trunks and having seen the earlier attempts of trunks to regain his memory, that might not be such a good idea. Sighing, he pulled the blanket over trunks and settled down to wait for him to wake up. He would have to talk to the other about it later. For now...he would enjoy the closeness.
TBC...
Bwahahahaha! I am so Evil. Yay for vague endings. And I got this all out in a couple a hours too. Hey Rae Rae? I can't keep up with your amazing writing skills. Not to mention she writes fight scenes like a demon on crack. Hope you guys liked my brand of humor though. I love terry pratchett......you may have noticed cause of the humor I use. the scary thing is, all this was four and a half pages on my word program but it's nothing on here. damnitt...NEED TO WRITE MORE! (kicks self int eh head..with rocks......and a guillotine....)
I love my Rae. I need her...Need to talk to her. Far out....it's like a giant impulse. (kills something)
and thank you to all the wonderful people who review! Especially KitsuneAkai13 whom is amazing.
thankyou all. Review please? I will.....do stuff for you. Yeah. XD
have fun with the next chapter RAE!