OMFG...AN UPDATE! Ooooh, I bet you NEVER thought I would pull this one out of my hat, but I was just thinking of plot ideas on my way to school, and this just sort of came up. So, I sat down after school for a few hours, and this is the result!
This chapter is loaded with even MORE craziness than before, and please save any questions for the end, as I promise all will be answered by the end of the story. Also, there is some (must be my mood ) lovely shota in here, as promised in the warning in the beginning of the story, so if you don't like that stuff...you obviously didn't read the prequel to this one... However, if you're a fan of my insane plots, and the kind of love that encompasses all people and ages, read forth!
Thanks, of course, to my loyal reviewers. I'm so happy to see some new names here!
trunks and goten - Thanks! I love a good sex scene too, and I liked how this one came out, it was one of my better ones I think, and I'm thrilled everyone else likes it too. Update soon...hehe...
djFusion - Oh yeah...I realized that a while back, I'm so used to writing about them when they are boys that I forget sometimes their older now...I'll try to avoid that stupid mistake in the future. And me...read mainstream porn novels... heh...I dunno about that one, but I'll see what I can do about making that part better. And no...their son is over at his friend's house, quite busy himself, as you will see in this chapter.
thestinger - Well, I'm putting in a lot of cliffhangers nowadays...but I'll update as soon as I can, thanks!
BlackTigerG2 - ...that was interesting. --falls over-- ...I'm glad you can finally stop singing now, enjoy the chapter and no more of that noise, you're killing our heroes here!
Trunks Koi - The best you have ever read? Wow...I haven't been that flattered in a while, and by someone new too! --SQUEAL!-- I'm so happy, and yes, you can draw that wrapping scene if you want, it would be super hot.
Midnight-Dark-Princess - Here's the update for ya! Thanks for the review.
And now...to the story!
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Chapter 2: The Joy of Love - The Pain of War
This entire situation had come to a shock to the two young men as they stood side-by-side clutching the letter they had just received. None of it made much sense; it seemed as if it had come from the past, but at the same time foretold of disaster that hadn't even happened yet.
It sounded to Trunks like some of the things he used to hear from his mother when he was told about his future counterpart, weird, messed-up timelines and all. It didn't seem real, and doubts flooded the mind inside that lilac-haired head, along with the inescapable fear that it might be truthful.
"Trunks...-kun...," Goten said slowly, "I recognize that handwriting...it's Gohan-Niichan's..."
"But...that's impossible," Trunks responded, not so sure as his voice made him sound.
Goten didn't hear it... his mind was racing, and his eyes quickly filling up with tears...
"...I...," he stammered, "...does that...they're alive?"
"I don't think they could be."
"B-but...letters can't be sent from the dead...right?"
It was a monumentally stupid question, and both of them were sure that Goten was correct, if the message was genuine, it had to have been sent by people who were alive, and no human knew they even existed, at least, not as the last Saiya-jin.
"But that means...if my dad is alive too...," Trunks suddenly was terrified.
"Maybe they washed his soul and now he's good again," Goten offered, recalling the evil-cleansing procedures done at Enma Daio's place.
"I think it's a trap!"
"That's not nice, Trunks-kun!"
They were on the verge of starting a heated argument over it all when they decided, at about the same time, that they should stop making predictions before they even knew what the message said.
"Read...read it out loud," Goten asked, "I can't see straight."
Trunks cleared his throat, and read from the top.
" 'To Trunks and Goten...' "
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Several hours earlier...
The light tinkle of a doorbell sounded in the denser part of Satan City, and the young Saiya-jin boy stood at the door of his best friend, hardly able to hear the confirmation that he had pressed the doorbell button hard enough, due to the noise of the surrounding street. He still hadn't gotten used to this part of town, even though he had been living on the outskirts of the city for about a year. Having been raised for the first seven years of his life in the country, now it seemed to be all just noise and crowds and general...what was the word he learned in school...?
Chaos, he murmured inwardly.
Yes, that was a good way to describe the city to little Truten's eyes and ears. The smell wasn't so good either, but at least it was better than the part of town he had to go through to get here.
Good thing I can run fast...
He heard the locks on the door start to click, and quickly looked down to his baggy shirt, to check if his tail was well hidden. He remembered well what had happened when he had shown some of his new friends at school it... 'Tousan had threatened to cut it off. Of course, Papa said he wasn't serious, just mad about it and stressed because of his new job in the city, and simply advised the boy to keep it hidden and tell his friends it was part of some weird Halloween costume...or something...
The door opened at last, it must have taken his friend's mother a minute to undo all the locks, because she said this part of town wasn't safe, filled with dirt and criminals. But...none of that mattered...he didn't care if his friend lived in Hell; he loved to be with him.
"Oh, hi Truten!" the nice lady smiled and opened the screen in front of the door to let the boy inside, "we weren't expecting you so soon."
She closed the door behind her, but didn't lock it, and grabbed a couple bags from a nearby table, and her purse, wrapping a coat around herself.
"I was hoping to get my shopping done before, but that's okay, I'll be back soon," she stated, putting on her best hat to complete her usual "shopping" look. "You didn't get wet, did you?"
"No," Truten said sheepishly, his tail already twitching in anticipation under his shirt, "the rain stopped."
"That's good, Truten. I'll be back soon now, lock the doors when I leave, and watch over Shota, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am..."
She smiled and left, shutting the door, and the eight-year-old eagerly snapped the locks shut as quickly as he could, his tail twitching faster and faster. Deciding to break Otousan's rules about using Ki outside the house, the boy flipped shut the deadbolt that was out of his reach with a wave of his hand, instead of finding a stool to stand on.
He turned, heart beating fast, a tiny twinge of pressure growing in between his little legs.
Yes! He triumphantly shouted inside his mind, she'll be gone for maybe an hour...yes yes yes!
His little gamble - showing up early - had paid off, now he and his best friend could be alone for the first time in weeks. Truten was such a devious boy, and probably already smarter than Papa...
He walked rapidly through the almost impossibly neat house, down the hall and to the left, where he was promptly met with a closed door...not the open passageway to Shota's room as was usually there, beckoning him in.
About to open it up, he decided to knock, politely, just in case his friend was naked or...something...
Not that it would matter.
The door opened at once, and the Saiya-jin boy was met with his friend, Shota, wearing a nice smile and, indeed, nothing else but his socks. Truten felt himself stiffen even more as his glance impatiently wavered downward...
"Come on," the younger boy said, grabbing his friend by the arm and pulling him into the cramped bedroom, closing the door. "I saw mama leave...and daddy is still at work...d-dat means..."
"I know," Truten giggled, "I saw too."
He immediately removed his own clothing and sat next to his friend on the bed.
"So...what's up?"
Shota whined, "I don't wanna talk now..."
"O-okay," the Saiya-jin boy smiled, "you're so impatient..."
"Mmm, yeah I know!"
The little boys reached toward each other at once, shifting their bodies a little so they could face each other better, and get easier access to each other's tiny boners. Shota also grabbed hold of Truten's tail and began to rub gently on the tip, like his friend had taught him, sending waves of soft pleasure through the older boy.
Truten laid back, breathing hard, listening to the creak of the old bed as his friend crawled up and laid next to him and half on him. He fumbled around underneath the boy until he located the small boy-erection and played with it a little moving the soft skin back and forth.
"I wish I had'a tail like you, Truten-kun...," Shota mumbled.
"Why?"
"I dunno, you say it feels really good when I do this," he answered, while rubbing a little faster.
"Y-yeah...but...still, you feel good too, right?"
Shota nodded, starting to squirm around a bit, and breathing a little faster.
What? Truten asked of his mind.
He had just heard it again, that inward voice...telling him to do that...that thing... to his friend, and this time he really felt like doing it too.
"You...now...down...to him...go...feel good...now..."
It wasn't a very clear message, but along with the words there was a distinct picture, careful instructions. The boy was sure he wasn't crazy, and it wasn't so much a voice, like one he might hear from a real person, but a bit like a push from inside, a drive he couldn't deny.
Is this what Otousan told me about being a Saiya-jin?
"Um...Shota, I wanna do somethin' else to ya," he said suddenly.
"No, don't stop."
"This'll feel better, I promise," Truten had no idea how he knew that.
"Mmm 'kay."
The older boy turned his friend over and played a little bit with the stiffy pointing up from his friend, before leaning down to take it in his mouth.
I hope yer right 'bout this... he thought to his inward voice.
Shota had his eyes closed, so he had no idea what his best friend was doing down there to his wee-wee, but it suddenly changed from the usual feeling to something warmer and more strange. His eyes opened halfway and he leaned up on his elbows to see down to his crotch.
"What'cha doin'," he asked, raising an eyebrow a bit.
Truten lifted his head to respond, and at once the new feeling stopped and the human boy squirmed at the cold air on his parts, like after a bath when he was still a bit wet. He squirmed uncomfortably.
"Um...do it more...," Shota said quickly, closing his eyes when that new feeling returned.
But...why? He asked of his inward voice, which had just told him, in a weird sort of way, to just keep quiet and let his tailed-friend keep going.
"You...stop...no talk...him...keep on...feels good?"
The boy nodded to no one in particular, wondering if this is what it meant to be crazy, like some of those kids at school sometimes said when they saw him hanging out with Truten. He didn't care, this felt good, and he laid back on the bed to prove that to himself.
Truten wasn't sure why he was doing this, but then again, his brain had told him so, and it seemed like Shota liked it anyway. He continued sucking on his friend, not sure if he liked or didn't like the taste/smell combination, half old-pee and half boy-sweat. He stopped and sat up a bit to think about it, looking down at the tip of Shota's pink head, peeking out from his tight foreskin.
"Nnnn, wha...?" Shota murmured, looking down again.
He still wasn't sure what his friend was doing, just that it was making him get a funny tickling feeling deep inside, and that his wiener looked somehow bigger and harder than it usually got when they played together. He let himself fall back; not caring at all, wondering if Truten was somehow blowing air into him and making his boner swell like some sort of balloon. The thought was ridiculous and amusing, and he giggled, his mouth open to let out an unexpected moan as his friend started up again.
But it quickly changed, and it seemed like something was different now, because the feeling was getting really big now, and Shota squirmed, pushing his hips up and down reflexively, wanting to make sure the whole of his immature erection was stuffed inside that nice and warm place. His friend sucked harder, and the younger boy bounced faster, stopping suddenly when he suddenly felt too good. Something inside told him to not say anything, and it felt way too good for him to care if he peed in his friend's mouth...
Wow... thought Truten, he must like it.
His friend was moving all over the place, making funny noises and pushing his hard wee-wee up into the older boy's mouth. Truten sucked faster in response, being egged on by that inward voice, and then slowed, wondering why Shota had stopped moving and was just gasping loudly. He felt the erection in his mouth twitch a few times and then his friend relaxed under him.
He popped Shota out of his mouth and sat up, "You okay?"
"Y...yeah, I think. It was good...did I pee?" he asked, still feeling tingly.
Truten looked confused.
"Of course not, but your thingy was kinda jumping..."
"Lemme do you now," Shota said quickly.
Truten was hardly in a position to disagree; he wasn't expecting reciprocation from his human friend, but he was wondering what it felt like. A fleeting thought, quickly dismissed, wondered if maybe Shota had a voice inside, too, telling him to do this funny stuff.
Shota didn't say a word though, he just rolled over, pushing his head into his friend's warm crotch, and latched onto the hard thing in front of him like a starving baby at his mother's nipple. Of course, he wasn't sure why he should do this, but he was told to do so, and decided that his internal voice knew best.
"Ah...God!" Truten gasped, the new feeling catching him off guard, his tail jumping off the bedcovers.
He lay all the way down, arching his back to push himself deeper into Shota's mouth, moaning helplessly at the pleasure. Now he was sure that he knew why his friend liked it so much.
Shota decided then, that more was better, and used his free hand to take a few grabs at his friend's tail, which was moving back and forth pretty quickly. He finally got it, and rubbed up and down at the same pace as his sucking, while wondering for a second if this was what he was supposed to do.
If he had asked, Truten surely would have said yes, and the little boy gritted his teeth, squirming around, his own climax welling up inside him, imminent and undeniable. He, too, now didn't care if he was actually going to pee, like it kinda felt he was, and humped upwards into the source of the pleasure.
The younger boy was just about to stop for a moment or too, when the voice came back, telling him not to stop, and he sucked a few more times, shocked when he felt his friend's erection move in his mouth.
Truten let out a few more choice moans, and then stopped; he tensed up, seeing sparks before his tightly shut eyes, the new feeling opening up and exploding all at once. It was so good that for a second he never wanted it to stop, despite the incredible intensity, but it did all the same, and he felt his back rest again on the bed, his toes and fists uncurl.
Shota pulled back, a little confused, but reassured by remembering that Truten had said that his wee-wee had twitched too. Still, it was a lot different to actually feel it doing that. He watched as a couple drops of clear fluid leaked out of the tip of his friend's boner, and wiped it up with a finger, thinking it was pee.
"Good?" he asked, to which Truten only nodded a yes.
He smiled, shifting his body upwards to lie against his friend, and closed his eyes, his softened little wiener forgotten for the moment. Cuddling close to his friend, he smiled and let out a sign of pleasure, content at his place and happy for the new feeling he had shared with Truten.
"I feel sleepy...," he said, right before he fell asleep.
Truten didn't respond, even though he knew he felt that way too, and he just tried to ignore the praises from his inward voice as he wrapped his arms around Shota and slept.
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Trunks heart beat faster, beads of sweat collection on his forehead as his lips quivered, not wanting to speak the words as they came out.
"'...I don't know when you are getting this letter, but if you have, you must know you are in danger. Otousan and Vegeta can't write as well as I can, so they asked me to write this while they looked for something in what's left of CC.' "
What's left of...? Goten wondered, recognizing the abbreviation of Capsule Corporation.
Trunks read on: " 'I don't even know what happened, and I'm terrified, because I woke up amid bodies, human bodies, and I realize now that I was the one who killed them. Somehow, me and Vegeta and Otousan killed everyone...killed them all!' "
Trunks noticed there were spots near that part of the paper, teardrops maybe, and the handwriting appeared shakier.
" 'I don't expect you to believe this, but something really bad is going to happen, and it's us that are responsible. Vegeta says we were possessed, again, on our way to some planet to investigate something about what happened to him. I don't remember anything since I died at his hands, but since then it seems I've been blowing apart the Earth alongside him and Otousan. I still don't trust him, but I don't know if I can even trust myself now.
" 'But my problems aren't what matters; we found you two dead, along with a Saiya-jin boy that somehow, I'm so sorry! Trunks, little bro, we killed you! and I ' ..."
There were a few lines that had been scrawled out at that point.
" 'Okay, they're back, Vegeta says he has a time machine, and Otousan looks like he's got some battery packs. Thank Kami for small favors. We'll send this letter back in time, and even thought it's a long shot, hope it finds it way to you two. Today is March 15th... I love you Gotenny, good luck Trunks. Oh, they want me to sign it in their name.
'From Son Goku and Vegeta...' "
They stood, rooted to the spot, confused and terrified.
"T-t-trunks-k-kun...," Goten stuttered, "that's t-today..."
Trunks knew, but he wanted to figure the incalculable odds that would have brought this single note their way. He turned the paper over, noting to himself that their address (which none of the three Saiya-jin could have known) was written with a different pen in a different hand.
Could someone at the post office have recognized our names?
"I don't know, Chibi...I think it's fake."
"No...," Goten was backing off, face glistening with sweat... "Only Gohan-'Niichan knew that name, 'Gotenny', it was his pet name for me and... Trunks...we're dead!"
Trunks grabbed his mate by the shoulders and shook him, hard, looking him right in the eye.
"No! I refuse to believe that!" Trunks said quietly but firmly, blue eyes unwavering, "after all we've done for our son, I refuse to believe that we'll die that easily."
"B-but...but...," Goten started to cry. "We gotta go get him..."
Trunks knew that Truten was still at his friend's house, and locked onto his Ki signature, noting that it was stable - a sign of sleep - grabbing Goten's arm.
"Let's go, come on!"
This fucking note is years' old! Why did it show up the DAY when they come here...it's almost useless! Kuso! his mind raced.
He took one step towards the door, and that is when the explosions hit.
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I just...looooove a good cliffhanger... evil laugh I used to never do that sort of thing, but this chapter was getting way too long, at least for my tastes. Anyway, please review and I hope to get the next chapter to you as soon as I can, which might be a while, as finals are coming up. But, keep in mind, I never abandon my work, and even though it might be months of painful waiting, I'll get it done!
Trunks: "Yeah...sure..."
Goten: rolls eyes
Trunks: "Just make with the reviews, and he'll prolly write faster!"