Chapter 6

Okay, I really wish more people would review on this story; this is my favorite one that I'm writing! I write faster if more people review, it makes me ambitious. I like where this story is going though, thing is, this website wont accept sexual intercourse (NC-17) writing. This story will have sex scenes in it, though not in this chapter as promised (SORRY!), so I will post it on both this website and on Adult Fiction, or you can e-mail me, or im me for the full version. This website will have a cough not so extreme version of the story. The web site will be given later either in the story, or at the bottom of the page. I will tell you my pen name on the website and you may look there, I will also give you a direct link to the story its self. I personally think that kind of material should be available on FanFiction. If more people would complain, maybe they would change the rules, and save a lot less trouble. Ok, sorry about the ranting, here is the chapter, review! I don't own any thing in case the lawyers feel sue-happy! -

There will be switches in and out of POV (Point Of View) throughout the story, you should be able to tell.

The bastard was lying on top of Goten! All either one of them was

wearing were their boxer shorts. Trunks saw red and well, it wasn't

because of the room. The man's head that was on top whirled over to

look at the door so fast; you would think his neck broke. Trunks

stormed over to where he stood over Goten. Trunks didn't look at

Goten, he was to busy with this guy. He picked the man up by his neck

and shoved him against the bed rail, then the wall. :::Hell! It's the

same guy from downstairs! How ironic. Check me out will you! Then

try and rape Goten!!!::: Trunks thought. "You slimy mother

fucker...you slipped him some shit and drugged him!" Trunks said

quietly, his voice seething. "Yea, I do that a lot, sorry, butter fingers!"

the man said smiling deviously. Trunks smacked his head against the

wall. "Haha. Oh, by the way, before you try to pummel me..." Jim

said, before kicking Trunks in the groin. Jim pushed by Trunks and ran

towards the door. Trunks had fallen to the floor but he grabbed Jim's

ankle. Jim landed in a face plant, getting a sample of the rug. When he

sat up Trunks was standing and Jim's face was red from the impact.

"What are you his boyfriend?" Jim sneered. "Watch your mouth,

pansy." Trunks said before standing over top Jim and giving him a

solid right hook punch to the face. Then he clipped Jim on the chin.

That knocked him out. Trunks looked at him in disgust and kicked the

still body. Goten! He was probably unconscious. Trunks turned

around, hoping that he was out. But of course he wasn't. Goten was

right where he was earlier, lying on the bed like someone was on top

of him. He was looking, staring, blankly at a spot on the wall. Trunks

feared that there might be some permanent damage, but he hoped with

all his life that that wasn't a possibility. Trunks slowly walked

towards that huge bed and sat on the edge it. He slowly started rubbing

Goten's hand. Goten gasped and snapped his hand back.

He looked around, confused by the absence of the ever-present body

of Jim on top of him. He started when he saw Trunks. He looked

away. He felt so dirty, so used, and so trashy. Trunks must think so

bad of him now, and he never want Trunks to think of him like that,

the very least of all Trunks. :::He'll never want to be with me now.:::

He thought. :::So now you finally admit it to yourself that you like

him! NOW!?! Well, your tainted now, he wont want you!::: Goten

thought and again, began to cry. Trunks' voice cut in.

"Goten, is it alright if I touch you? I need to get you downstairs, and I

want to comfort you. The drugs probably haven't worn off yet." Goten

nodded in agreement. Trunks decided to leave Jim, and if he ever saw

him again, God help him. "Goten please stop crying. Here hold on to

me, wrap your arms around my neck." Goten couldn't barely walk,

and the crying didn't cease. "Okay, I'm going to pick you up, alright."

Even though Goten was bigger than Trunks, Trunks had no problem

carrying him of course. He grabbed the clothes that were previously

discarded before leaving. They exited by the doors at the very back of

the next hallway out into the streets. They were sandwiched between

two buildings now. Trunks, carrying Goten, walked down the alley

and found his car. The valet came running and opened it for them,

hurriedly, giving them a once-over because of Goten's lack of clothes.

Trunks gently, reluctantly, sat Goten down in the passenger seat. He

wanted to keep holding him. He got behind the wheel and started the

car. "You still want to come home with me Goten? We can go

through the back so no one will see us." Trunks asked. Goten nodded

again. Trunks sighed in relief. The car ride home was a silent one, no

sobs, no talking, no sighing, no radio. Just the constant whirring of the

tires against the pavement, maybe the occasional bump. Goten stared

out of the window. Everything blurring by, partly because of the car

they were traveling in, partly for the tears. Fifteen minutes later, they

pulled up to Trunks' house at the Capsule Corp. He parked the car and

went to get Goten. They walked around back and the door opened

when Trunks issued the voice command. Trunks carried Goten up the

rug, past the ornate vases and pictures. This was the artistic part of the

house. Vegeta's training part was to the left, the workspace to the

right and front. He walked up the stairs slowly, so they wouldn't creak

and make any noise that might be alerted downstairs, but once they got

in his room they were safe. His room was pretty much soundproof, so

he could work, or when he used to study for school.

He didn't set Goten on the bed, afraid that memories may spring back

up, so he laid him on the futon that Trunks let visitors sleep on. Goten

turned his back towards the room and faced the green material of the

futon. Trunks examined the shirt of Goten's. All the buttons were

popped off, save the ones at the collar, which hadn't been buttoned.

He fumed inside, imaging that disgrace of a man forcefully tearing it

off of his Goten! Outwardly, he growled. The pants were ok though.

So, there Goten lay, only in his boxers, on Trunk's futon. Trunks got

up and laid an extra blanket from the closet on top of Goten. No

reaction was induced.

The soft material comforted Goten, it was so unlike Jim's shirt. Jim,

he would never be able to forget him. Now, thanks to him, he didn't

even feel remotely comfortable, not even near Trunks. He let a silent

tear fall, ashamed that Trunks had to see him like this. "Goten...do you

want to talk?" Goten heard from a few feet away. He didn't reply.

Goten heard Trunks audibly sigh and Goten felt bad for him. :::Having

to deal with me now must be a burden.::: Goten thought.

"Goten...do you want to talk?" I asked, hoping for a response. Not a

peep. Trunks sighed. :::Goten was usually so exuberant and outgoing,

I never dreamed that he would be like this, so indifferent and cold.

IT"S ALL THAT BASTARD'S FAULT!::: Trunks boiled inside. He

sat down on the large bed and clicked on the TV. The news was on,

but he didn't feel like watching all the despair in the world right now,

cheery. Trunks changed the channel to one of the music channels, a

soothing R&B one. Slow, languidly, music drifted from the speakers.

:::Tonight I was supposed confess my love to Goten and hope he

wouldn't reject me, but it all turned into this mess.::: Trunks' stomach

growled and clearly protested the shortage of food tonight. Trunks

glanced at Goten and stood up. "Goten do you want anything to eat, or

to drink, or anything at all; because I'll get it for you." Trunks asked,

leaning towards him, but not to close, afraid of startling him.

:::Jeez, he's acting like I've got the plague or something!::: Goten said

suddenly, angry. "Yes, I would actually want something, but I'll get it

myself thank you!" Goten said, unexpectedly. :::I'm not helpless, he

doesn't want anything to do with me, so I'm not going to force him.:::

Trunks stared. :::At least he wasn't unresponsive now.::: Trunks

thought. But it hurt the way Goten snapped at him. :::I wonder what

brought on that!:::

Goten sat up and instantly clutched at his head. It felt like it was going

to split! :::Damn drugs!::: Trunks ran over to help him, but when he

touched his arm, Goten jumped back. Trunks backed down slowly and

stood, staring. "You know, it's going to be awfully hard getting

downstairs with you drugged up like that, you need me to help you

and you know it. :::Shit, he's right.::: Goten considered the options.

"And, your only wearing your boxers, we don't go downstairs unless

we have on pajamas you know that. So, you have to get dressed.

Here," Trunks said throwing a pair of flannel striped pajama bottoms

and a matching button-up top, "put these on. Tell me if you need

help." Trunks finished. Goten scoffed and grabbed at the clothes on

his lap. First, the shirt. Then, when it was time to put on the bottoms,

Goten glared at Trunks and he turned away so Goten could stand up

(Goten winced.) and put them on. Trunks turned just as Goten was

loosening the drawstring since Trunks was smaller than him. "Now,

Mom knows that you're here and so does Dad, but if we run into

them, it might be a little awkward since somehow Mom can always

sense when something is wrong. And Dad is a different matter, since

he is male, you wont want him around you and if he touches you, you

will react. If we see either one just ignore them basically and let me

talk." Trunks said.

:::Jesus, he is so adorable in those pajamas with his messed up hair,

it's been a while since he was over.::: Trunks noted. Goten nodded

towards him in acknowledgement. Trunks strode over to the door and

opened it. He stuck his head out and, not seeing anyone, stepped into

the hall. "Come on Goten, you can walk right? Well if you can't, then

lean on me." Goten shook his head "No." and stepped forward

awkwardly. He could walk, just slowly and clumsily. Trunks eyed

down at the long set of stairs and contemplated whether or not Goten

could make it. He would let him try, and if he started to fall, Trunks

would help him. Goten made it to the top of the flight of stairs and

grabbed onto the railing to help him. The drugs were slowly wearing

off thank goodness. Walking, and movement, seemed to dilute the

drugs because of the circulation in his body restarting more. Trunks

went first down the stairs, checking as he went, also to see if Goten

needed help. He seemed to be doing fine, even if he was a little inept.

At the end of stairs Trunks turned right, through the swinging door, to

go into the kitchen. Bulma and Vegeta both were there. :::SHIT,

SHIT!::: Trunks' eyes widened. Bulma looked up at him and smiled

pleasantly. "I didn't hear you come in Trunks! How long have you

been here? Oh, no matter, you must be hungry right? Of course. I'll

heat you up some spaghetti, and do you want sweet tea or milk?" She

asked. "Sweet tea please mother." Trunks replied. "Where is Goten

boy? Wasn't Goku's son supposed to be here tonight?" Vegeta

interrogated. "Yes, where is he? I haven't seen him in so long!" Bulma

rejoiced, while getting out paper plates. "Err, he umm.. he is right

here!" Trunks backed out of the kitchen, then reentered. "Oops, sorry,

he must have gone to the bathroom or back upstairs, I'll go get him

Mom!" Trunks said hurriedly and, again, left the kitchen. Trunks

whispered to Goten in the hall, "They're both in there Goten, we have

to make up a story for you, they will know that you aren't right. You

look high." Trunks explained. "And stay away from Vegeta please!"

Trunks pleaded, and reminded. "I've got it!" Trunks exclaimed. Then,

with Trunks pulling Goten behind him, they entered the previously left

room again. Goten winced at the bright lights and cowered. Bulma

didn't seem to notice, but Vegeta did. Thankfully he didn't say

anything. "Trunks, dear, why are you not in your pajamas and Goten

is?" Bulma said. "Oh, just didn't feel like changing yet, and Goten

was tired. He was asleep earlier, so he seems rather groggy." Trunks

clarified. "School is keeping him up late." "Awww, just like Trunks

was like in school right Vegeta?" A grunt was heard. "Do you want

spaghetti too Goten?" A nod. "Sweet tea or milk?" "Milk, please,

Mrs. Briefs." Goten said. "Always so polite!" Said Bulma. "ChiChi

did well in raising you!" Bulma rushed over to give Goten a hug,

clutching a wooden spoon with spaghetti sauce on it, having not seen

him in so long. Trunks gaped at what happened. Goten didn't only hug

Bulma back he pretty much clasped onto her. She again didn't notice,

but Vegeta and Trunks certainly did! :::It must be because she is a

woman, and he can trust her.::: Trunks thought, feeling slightly

jealous.

I grabbed on to Bulma by sheer instinct. She seemed like the motherly

type, and was comforting. Goten backed away and saw that Vegeta had

stood up and was treading over to where he stood. Goten squeaked,

because a threatening man was walking very swiftly towards him,

danger was his intent, and you could tell. Bulma was pushed out of

the way by Vegeta while Vegeta grabbed onto the front of Goten's

pajama shirt. "What is wrong with you boy!? You tremble at

everything and now you grab at my wife like she is your savior! I have

been watching you since you came in here and I know that you're not

right. What are you on, your not sleepy, and you haven't been asleep.

What drug are you doing, or have you been drinking, your eyes are

glassy and red, and whatever the answer is, I DON"T WANT ANY OF

IT IN MY HOUSE!" Vegeta yelled. "DAD! Dad stop!" Trunks

shouted. "Let him go! You don't understand! Someone slipped him

something at the club!" Trunks admitted. Goten whirled his head

around to look at Trunks, afraid that he would tell. "He didn't drink

more than a beer, and someone thought it would be funny to make

him tripped up on something!" Trunks yelled. "He's not in his right

mindset right now!" Trunks continued. Goten, relieved, relaxed.

Vegeta glowered and set the boy down. He left the kitchen. "Oh,

honey, I'm so sorry!" Bulma said to Goten. "I'm sorry Trunks, you

know how you father is." Trunks bowed his head. Goten looked

around nervously and turned, only to flee up to Trunks' room. Bulma

finished getting the food ready. "I will have to help you carry it up."

She said, grabbing Goten's food. Trunks nodded. On their way up the

stairs you could here Vegeta in the training room. "Did you tell him

yet?" Bulma asked out of the blue. "No, Mom, I haven't." Trunks

admitted. "I don't know if I will now though..."

Awwwwww........leave off on a sad note. Sorry! Yea, I got the computer fixed. I recently got a flame for having yaoi in this story, and all I'm going to say is that if you do not like the content of this story I am not forcing you to read it. You must not have a life, if you have to resort to flaming someone for no reason. I suggest if anyone does flame this story it is for actual faults in the writing and not what I write about, because you can't change that.