Dragonball Z- Broken trust
Author- Luna P aka Nikki
Editor- QX aka Steph
Rating- RRRRRRRRRRRRRR I said it once and I'll say it again RRRRRRRRRRR yes this fanfiction is an R rated fic if you are fearful it is time for you to leave otherwise enjoy…
Warning- Um lets see uh there was something…yaoi, rape basically mature content if you are immature and such situations offend you or repulse you I think it would be best for you if you leave before I damage your fragile psyche n.n
Summary- Truten Trunks has wronged Goten but he has no memory of it, Goten decides to suffer in silence rather than burden his best friend. Will he be ok or will it slowly tear him apart and will Trunks notice before it's too late?
Disclaimer- (Sniffs) No sadly the characters are not mine if they were there would be an entire series devoted to the relationship between Trunks and Goten and then perhaps another series devoted to the relationship between Goku and Vegeta but alas twas not meant to be (sniffs.)
Nikki: AAAHHHH! I can't cope all these fic ideas are taking over my brain
K: What brain?
Nikki: To think I used to like you
K: You still do
Nikki: (whispers) that's what you think
K: What?
Nikki: Nothing K-san, well this is my first Dragonball Z fic, and hopefully not my last, so pleeeeease I beg of you be kind… my heart is frail
K: stop playing the sympathy card
Nikki: Ok I'm fine but don't be too brutal I mean if you really need to flame go ahead (grabs a pack of marshmallows and a stick) I skipped lunch so I'm hungry but pleeeeease be as gentle as you possibly can n.n please?
K: Ok the first chapter is kinda weird but go with it, it sets the scene for the rest of the fic…enjoy…
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There's a story told to children surrounding the strange phenomenon known as a blood moon. A chilling tale that can strike fear into the heart of even the strongest warrior. They say it changes people, confuses them, changes the way they think and act and drive them to do things that defies their morals. Usually for the worst, the saying goes that the harsh crimson light magnifies a person's deepest desires to a point where they can not be resisted any longer. It's a light that makes the blood boil and the body sweat, the heart scream and the brain regret. One thing that is agreed upon throughout all cultures is that you cannot have a blood moon without blood being spilled during the night.
It was a cold night, bitterly cold, and yet he was stood outside barely clothed, dressed in nothing more than boxers and a thin T-shirt, it had been the moon. The crimson light had called to him, drawing him from the safety of his warm cosy bedroom and out into the harsh wind where anything and everything was a potential danger. He didn't mind the wind as it swirled around him or snaked its way under his clothes, in actual fact it soothed him. Yet there was something very unsettling about the night itself, something that he couldn't quite place.
He hadn't been able to sleep on that cursed night, he'd been off school for about a week with a cold, it was amusing to think that a saiyan-jin had been off school with a cold. With the healing abilities that they had, there were sensu beans and if worse came to worse then the tank could cure just about anything. But the cold had made him weak and his ki was very low meaning that it would take longer to heal a sensu bean would have worked but Bulma voted against it saying that healing the human way would make him stronger.
She just wanted someone to talk with and take care of during the day. But he didn't mind, school wasn't his favourite place, it wasn't that people made fun of him or didn't like him. More like they didn't see him, even his so-called 'best friend' couldn't see him when they were at school. His best friends there were Kai and Rei both transfer students, Rei from China and Kai from Russia, they'd come round every afternoon mothering him and making sure he was ok. Bulma had fallen in love with them almost immediately.
But that was the reason he couldn't sleep, staying home from school meant that he slept during the day and so when night came he would usually pig out on food and watch tv but not tonight. He'd sensed it from the minute the sun had set on the horizon; the ki of the night was abnormal but inciting. It was like a sirens song luring him into the darkness but sirens song's came with a prise, a heavy prise and this could be considered the heaviest prise anyone had ever been asked to bare.
A shudder, but not from the cold, and ebony eyes opening wide in shock, he could sense a strong amount of ki and it was so close. He knew whose it was but it felt different in a strange way like the basic structure was there but most of the elements had been moved or changed so that they had become something new. A shiver crept up his spine and ran through his entire body freezing him at the core and making him shake. His breathing became ragged as the ki got closer and closer he could hardly believe it, he was scared of the other.
Was it the moon that was doing this? He had been told those stories as a child but he had never truly believed them they were just myths old folk tales told to children over a campfire or before they went to sleep at night. They held no truth to them they were just stories. The howl of the wind as it rustled the leaves high in the treetops scared him half to death. He wasn't sure what to do, should he run? Should he fight? But why? The other had given him no reason yet all that ki where had it come from?
"I'm so hot Goten, I feel like I'm burning from the inside…like someone lit a fire under my skin" the elder whispered into the others ear his breath licking at the younger's earlobe. The ki didn't change, it was still out of control and Goten was finding that to be close to Trunks when his ki levels were so high was overwhelming. The ki may have been off but he still sounded like Trunks.
"Maybe you're coming down with what I had" Goten explained keeping his cool, his mind was screaming for him to run, his heart was worried frightened more for his long term friend then for himself. Yet he couldn't do anything, his body was frozen to the ground on which he stood. Trunks was so close to him that he could feel the elder shake his head in disagreement, the lilac hair lightly brushing against his soft skin.
"Isn't it beautiful Goten?" He asked gesturing at the moon and stepping to his side, all he could do was nod Trunks' ki was growing with every second and it felt to Goten that as it grew it became more malevolent and less and less controllable. It was slowly becoming obvious that to anger Trunks when he was in this state could be a fatal move on Goten's part. "But there is something more beautiful…do you know what that thing is?"
Goten just gulped as Trunks stepped infront of him and ran a carefree hand through his friends ebony hair. The younger stared up into his friend's eyes looking for the person he knew but instead finding absence and emptiness. The red glow from the moon seemed to be engulfing the elders form as he slowly closed the small gap between the two leaning down to Goten's ear and whispering "you" before licking the lobe and pulling away with a smirk as he saw the younger's shocked expression.
"Trunks…are you ok?" Goten asked pulling out from his friend's grasp and backing away, a sly chuckle and a lick of soft pink lips as the elder attempted to close the growing gap between the two. With a blink of dark eyes Trunks was gone, desperately searching for the ki Goten discovered that it was everywhere, surrounding him and enclosing him. He knew that he couldn't target Trunks' position meaning that the elder could have been anywhere could attack him from any angle. And with the way Trunks was acting Goten couldn't rule out that he would attack him.
Heavy pants came from the younger's mouth as he felt his heart beat increase drastically and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. This couldn't be real it has to be a dream the younger told himself over and over, trying to make himself believe it more than anyone else. A menacing chuckle from behind him made him turn around sharply but the lilac haired prince wasn't there. The chuckling didn't stop, in fact it increased and like the ki it began to surround him, imprisoning him.
He gasped when he felt something sharp make contact with his face and placed his hand over his right cheek. Drawing his hand away he saw his fingers covered in blood, had Trunks done that? And if he had, had he done it deliberately or accidentally? He prayed for the latter, when they were little they'd vowed that they would never hurt one another. Trunks wouldn't hurt him he'd promised not to. Goten had been so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed the rapidly approaching ki, who would have under the circumstances?
"Your blood complements your skin tone perfectly" The elder whispered as he licked the crimson liquid from where it had begun to pool around the scratch like wound. A gasp came from Goten and his eyes widened once he'd registered what was happening. With a growl he spun round punching the air where Trunks had just been, with a small sigh of relief he collapsed onto the floor. The maniacal chuckling had ceased and the ki had completely disappeared, Trunks was gone and he was alone.
Or so he had believed, in actual fact Trunks was very close he was sat on the roof of the house watching his closest friend with unfathomable interest. Unbeknownst to both of them Trunks was somehow masking his ki from detection a brilliant tactic had he known how he was doing it. His interest lay elsewhere, on his friend on the ground below shrouded in a deep scarlet light. He could hear the heart pounding away inside the younger's body, could see him shaking, smell the blood within him begging to be released.
A chuckle as he licked his lips tasting the sweet blood of the others still on the soft skin. Oh how he craved more of the drug like substance and how he craved Goten. After calming down and collecting his thoughts the ebony haired teen pushed himself away from the cold hard dirt, stumbling to his feet he turned in the direction of the house. Thinking that if he got inside he would discover that this was all some kind of joke or a horrible dream and that when he woke Trunks would be himself again.
"You're not going so soon are you?" Turning on his heel he saw Trunks floating infront of the blood coloured moon, lilac hair whipping around him as he hovered above the ground. Under normal situations Goten always thought Trunks looked like an angel when he hovered like that but tonight was very different. The elder still resembled that of an angel but a tainted or fallen angel, one here to destroy not to save.
"Trunks, what's wrong with you why are you acting like this?" The younger was practically begging his friend for the answer. The elder didn't answer just tilted his head to the side in confusion, an innocent and contemplative look on his usually placid features. That had probably been the moment when Goten had first realised that no matter what Trunks did to him, no matter how horrible cruel or unspeakable, he would never be able to hate him for it.
With a heavy sigh and a deep intake of breath Goten jumped into the air flying over to his friend and hovering infront of him. Trunks' expression didn't change as he saw the other fly closer and closer, the rhythmic beating of Goten's heart growing louder and louder the closer he came. The sweet scent that belonged to Son Goten and Son Goten alone was driving him insane, completely taking over his being. The ki of the red moon was unlike any he had ever been in contact with before. It was free, it was wild, and it was driving him mad.
"There's nothing wrong with me Goten I'm just noticing how incredibly sexy you are, it's like I'm seeing you properly for the first time." It was then that Goten started second-guessing his decision to get so close to the other when said other was in such a strange frame of mind. Upon realising how close the ebony haired beauty was Trunks' expression became a lustful smirk. Before anything else could be said or done, the elder was holding Goten in his arms, his lips mere centimetres from the others.
"Trunks let me go" Goten ordered as he tried to break free of his friends hold, but he couldn't, Trunks was way too strong. It wasn't that he didn't like being held by Trunks, quite the opposite, he'd had dreams about it on many an occasion but this man wasn't the Trunks he knew. He wasn't the Trunks that he had grown up with and he felt uncomfortable being in his presence. In his mind he came to the conclusion that he would have to turn super saiyan-jin in order to escape but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't transform. He could feel the power in his blood but he couldn't use it to transform ssj no matter how hard he tried.
"See you want this too otherwise you'd allow yourself to transform" was that true? Ok so he had been in love with Trunks for a long time now but would he really let Trunks, in this state, take advantage of his body like that? Was he really so desperate to be close to the other that he would just give in? Did he have a choice in the matter? He couldn't turn Super saiyan-jin and he was no match for the powered up Trunks like he was, it felt as though his own body was betraying him.
"Trunks…please…I'm your best friend don't do this" A small chuckle as the lilac haired prince lowered the smaller saiyan onto the soft grass land and climbed on top of him straddling his waist. Tears welled in the younger's eyes as Trunks' lips crushed Goten's bruising the soft skin mercilessly simultaneously slipping his hands under the smaller teens t-shit before ripping in off. He licked his lips upon seeing the newly exposed flesh and began to outline the toned chest with his tongue.
Tears fell from the corners of the demi-saiyan's eyes as his friend attacked the tanned skin that he had found bruising it using nothing more than the force of his lips and tongue. Ebony eyes stared up into the sky; the crimson moon was watching him like a vengeful eye. Yet it was smiling for this is what it had wanted to destroy and create hate where there had been warmth and love. Goten knew then that he would never forget that moon or that night.
But when the sun rose on the horizon tomorrow morning he would forgive Trunks he knew that already he would forgive him because he loved him more than the lilac haired bishounen would ever know.
"Are those tears for me chibi?" Trunks asked using the pet name he had given to Goten when they were younger. Goten couldn't answer he wasn't sure who he was crying for, was he crying for himself for what he knew would happen to him and his body or for Trunks and the guilt Goten could only hope he would feel? Trunks sighed and gently wiped away his friends tears with the back of his hand, Goten wondered if that was it if Trunks was back to normal and was going to let him go.
With a feral growl Trunks lowered his mouth to the smaller saiyan-jin's neck, licking the tanned flesh before biting down and breaking the skin drawing blood. He grinned carnivorously at the crimson liquid that slowly trickled down the smaller teen's neck before lapping at it hungrily. Goten couldn't help but moan as the elder's tongue toyed with the mark that it had made on his neck. Trunks giggled into the tanned flesh as he ran his hands through the ebony locks before nibbling and licking at the bite mark once again.
Goten would never be able to deny how wonderful that felt, the way Trunks teased the indentation that had been made in the younger saiyan's skin. And he would never forget the feeling of pleasure that he got from it. One thing that Goten would never see in the same way again was the moon, a full pure moon would never be the same for him. Because everytime he looked at the moon from now on he would see the red upon it and he would be reminded of this night and how weak and helpless he had been against his best friend. Against the one that had vowed never to hurt him.
He could feel Trunks' hands roaming over his body, he had thought over and over about running but compared to Trunks' ki his was nothing and he knew he wouldn't get very far. He had struggled to form plans of how to escape, in his mind, but had come up with nothing that would work. Trunks wanted to dominate the younger and he had, without a doubt, because there was nothing that Goten could do to escape from him. He was trapped by the one he loved, the thought caused more tears to fall.
Goten felt Trunks' lips crush onto his own once again, the elder forcing his tongue into the smaller saiyan-jin's mouth enjoying the taste of his friend. Goten shivered when he felt Trunks' hands fiddling with the top of his boxers. He had them off in seconds, leaving the younger completely naked and even more vulnerable than he had been a minute ago. Trunks' eyes went wide with excitement upon seeing his friend's body. Unable to wait any longer he began to remove his own clothing.
"I'm sorry Goten but you're just far too desirable for me to be able to resist any longer" The elder whispered as he thrust into his younger companion, penetrating the younger over and over making him scream out in pain and pleasure alike. But even though Trunks was assaulting Goten's body in the cruellest way, Goten still loved him and would still forgive him when all was over and done with.
The smaller demi-saiyan's mind thought back to his past and the first time that he had heard the stories surrounding the blood moon myth. No one ever thought that the storied they had been told as children would eventually become true. And no one thought that their friends could hurt them so much. But anything can happen to anyone at anytime its how you deal with what has happened to you that proves your strength. Do you cry and mope over it or forgive and forget? Move on and never look back? Neither are good options.
You take it in your stride finding comfort in those closest to you and you never forget. Goten couldn't help thinking of the saying 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' it was a good saying or so he thought and one he would abide by…
Because he could never hate Trunks…his love for him was far too strong…
One thing about the stories each said blood must be spilled during the night…you immediately think of death and conflict. Bloodshed because of murder… Goten hadn't died nor had he fought yet his blood had been shed…
And just like the surface of the moon, his body was tinted crimson because of the blood…
Pain? Pleasure? Where's the difference?
Friends? Enemies? Two of the same?
Love? Betrayal? Go hand in hand?
We each have problems how we deal with them is what shapes our future…
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Nikki: That turned out really odd can I just emphasise the REALLY ODD! I guess that's what writing a story at quarter to two in the morning does to you…
Watari: I'm confused
K: Nikki's hoping the next chapter will sort everything out
Nikki: I'm not sure of how I feel about this fic? It um…it's a little creepy I think it might be one of those ones that I like one minute and think 'OMG did I write that!' the next am I wrong to fear my own work? Please review and tell me what you thought I'm soo confused right now, if you want to flame me go ahead I probably deserve it for this if you would like to criticise go ahead and praise is always welcomed…I'm going to bed now because I'm scared of my own work n.n
Watari: Coming soon to a computer screen near you…
Chapter 2- Forgotten wrongsTrunks has no memory of what he did during the red moon, Vegeta gives an explanation that could explain Trunks' behaviour and strange memory loss, Goten suffers in silence, Rei and Kai attempt to help their friend much to his dismay and Trunks gets a date? What the hell is going on?
K: Well that's gonna be confusing glad I don't have to read it
Watari: Yes you do both you and I are proof reading it now come along K-san
K: But she's asleep she hasn't started writing it yet
Watari: Duh I was gonna get some shut eye too…anyway whilst we sleep pleeeease review and give us your opinions it would mean a lot pleeeease