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Goten: Took you long enough...
Trunks: Yea, seriously
BTG2: Don't start with me you two!
Goten: Oh yea? Why not?
Trunks:Makes a stupid face: What are YOU gonna do?
BTG2: That's it! NO SEX FOR EITHER OF YOU!
Goten/Trunks: WHA!
Disclaimer: I do not DragonBall/Z/GT or the song Blue Eyes by Elton John, just the contents of this story
Hunger Point
By: BlackTigerG2
Chapter Eight
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Trunks teased the hem of the younger boy's shirt as he kissed down Goten's neck, elicting a satisfied groan from the boy under him. Tracing the grooves and dips of Goten's chest, which to Trunks, seemed a little thin. But Trunks brushed it off, too into the moment to stop and question his boyfreind. Higher his hand went, his palms brushing over Goten's perked nubs as he did so. A sharp gasp escaped the uke's throat, making Trunks close his eyes and lips to tug into a smile. Trunks just wanted to make Goten feel good, after all the shit that the young boy has been through, he deserved to be taken care of, to be pleasured and loved. Trunks' hand left Goten's neck alone and began attacking his mouth with his own. One kiss after another left the two breathless and their chests burning from the lack of oxygen getting to them, but they didn't care, it was a world of pure bliss, a place neither of them wanted to leave. Goten's hands flew up slowly to tangle themselves into Trunks' lavender locks, massaging his scalp. Finally they broke the kiss, both of them breathing heavily. Trunks smiled and and kissed the top of his younger lover's head.
"I love you so much, Goten."
Goten snuggled up to Trunks' chest, listening to the heartbeat of the one who admitted he loved him. Rubbing his face into the crook of Trunks neck, Goten sighed contently.
'This is the life...'
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"Unstable, very unstable indeed," the older psychiatrist with the lame red bow tie wrote down in his little note pad as he continued to shake his head. ChiChi stood across from the old man in a small chair in C.C, she grimaced a bit at the old man, but he was too busy with his accusations about her son that he didn't even notice.
"Unstable, unstable, danger to himself, danger to those around him, unstable, unstable indeed..."
'Is he ever gonna shut up!'
"Mother?" ChiChi was pulled out of her stupor/hatred for the old man when her eldest son shook her shoulder slightly. His face was stoic, making no progress what so ever since the incident at the school several hours ago. The woman could tell that her son was angry at the purple haired demi-Saiyan for taking Goten like that. They were just worried about Goten and they were able to discover that something was wrong, even if they do not know what the exact problem was.
"Yes, Gohan, what is it?"
"I'm leaving, watch over Videl and Pan for me while I'm gone. I'm not to sure of how long I'll be gone, but don't worry..." Gohan began to make his retreat when a shrill voice rang out forcing him to stop, but not face who was speaking to him.
"GOHAN!" The older man jumped from where he was sitting on the couch.
"What?" ChiChi stood up and walked over to Gohan and hugged him from behind, something that Gohan did not expect.
"M-Mother?"
"Go easy on him sweetheart, he's been through alot and he really needs his big brother right now..." Gohan turned within his mom's embrace and hugged the small woman back, "Don't worry mom, I'll bring Goten home with me in one piece..." He smiled. So did ChiChi. With one last final squeeze Gohan was on his way to seek out his baby brother. Once out the door, Gohan smirked to himself...
"...But you didn't say anything about Trunks..."
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Trunks was fast asleep with his head on Goten's chest. Goten treaded his fingers through the older one's hair soothingly, which was probably the reason why Trunks fell asleep in the first place. The room was silent as can be, the curtains drawn and the quick chirps of crickets could be hears; it was that quite, considering they were in Kyoto, which was much like New York. The city that never sleeps he guesses. As Trunks laid in between Goten's legs, snuggled up to his chest, his fist loosely clenched on Goten's shoulders and the other one in Goten's hair (which was much longer now since he released it from the confindes of the ponytail, so it fell down his chest, much to his mother's dislike) he couldn't help but smile. Both of them were a bit sweaty from the previous activities, no they didn't have sex, just a good hour or so of intense kissing. Goten convinced Trunks that he wanted to wait, they were both just teens and didn't want to rush in to things so soon, much to Trunks' dislike and whining. 'Good thing he bought that, I don't want him to see me yet...' Goten closed his eyes, not to sleep like his older lover, but in hopes of finding peace in his mind. His lips slowly parted and he whispered out into the darkness ever so softly.
Blue eyes
Babys got blue eyes
Like a deep blue sea
On a blue blue day
Blue eyes
Goten sighed and kissed Trunks hair and inhaled his scent. This song always reminded him of Trunks, he first heard it on the radio four years after Trunks left and it left him weeping. The man's voice struck a chord in his heart and he no longer could hold the tears back, so he picked up the battery powered radio and locked himself in his room listening to the song. Everyday since then he would listen to the radio in hopes that the song would play. And it did. Maybe once or twice a week.
Babys got blue eyes
When the morning comes
I'll be far away
And I say
Blue eyes
Holding back the tears
Holding back the pain
Babys got blue eyes
And he's alone again
Blue eyes
Babys got blue eyes
Like a clear blue sky
Watching over me
Blue eyes
Soon those same tears were slowly falling down his cheeks silently, silver droplets of water highlighted from the trickle of light flood the room onto Goten's face. Perhaps from the hotel from across the street or a sign or something. Not even a hiccup came from the boy and he continued to sing quitely, still crying.
I love blue eyes
When I'm by his side
Where I long to be
I will see
I love blue eyes
When I'm by his side
Where I long to be
I will see
Blue eyes laughing in the sun
Laughing in the rain
Babys got blue eyes
And I am home, and I am home again
I love blue eyes
When I'm by his side
Where I long to be
I will see
Blue eyes laughing in the sun
Laughing in the rain
Babys got blue eyes
And I am home, and I am home again
Once the song was done, Goten rubbed his face into Trunks hair, small trickles of tears falling into the purple demi Saiyan's hair. His shoulders soon began to shake a little more violently now as he sniffed abit louder and more tears fell as he held on to Trunks. Goten shook his head wildly and spoke to the sleeping boy.
"I can't do this to you Trunks..."
"Do what?" A groggy voice asked.
"Trunks? You-you were awake the whole time?" Goten's eyes were wet and wide and his mouth gaping a bit. Trunks looked up at him sleepily and asked again, "What is it that you don't want to do to me?"
"I..I...I...Koi...I don't want you to get hurt..." His eyes closed as his head tilted down in shame, a few stray tears still falling leaving Goten feeeling sticky and weak. Trunks sat up on his shins and knees and took Goten's face into his palms and rubbed his thumb over the younger's cheek, pushing aside the tears.
"By what?"
"...By...me..."
"You could never hurt me, Chibi...I love you too much to let you do so..."
"What? What do you mean?" Goten's eyes were now full and open with questions, yet still brimming with salty tears.
"I love you too much, that's what. I love you so much that no matter how hard you try to push me away, or keep secrets from me or hurt yourself in the process, I'll always find you and take care of you and love you and protect you...that's how it's always been. Or didn't you know that?" Trunks smiled with a little laugh, "So no matter what the HELL you do or say, I'll be right here. So there, you could never hurt me, because I know you don't mean it, Baka. Case closed."
Trunks kissed Goten hard and good, but gentle enough to reassure Goten that he would never hurt him as well.
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The oldest of the demi-Saiyans flew ferociously through the sky searching for his brother's ki, but no such luck since not one large burst of ki was erupted. It was too calm, plus he definitley did not want to be found and by Gohan no less. Gohan's dark blue gi flapped in the wind as he cut through the clouds. Checking anyplace where Goten could be, his favorite training spot, waterfall, apple tree...
"Where are you!"
Gohan then felt a strong ki...
...but it wasn't his brothers...
"Hello, Gohan."
"Piccolo?"
"What's with you, your aura seems a bit erratic and angry, is there something I should know about?" The large Namekian's arms were crossed and his face stony as he stared at the boy he considered his son and best friend. Gohan scoffed and crossed his arms as well, his eyebrows twitching in agitation as he answered his once-mentor.
"Goten was taken..."
"WHAT! BY WHO?" Piccolo was then a fighting stance, in preparation to fight some powerful evil. Gohan chuckeled, "Calm down. It was Trunks."
"Trunks? Vegeta's boy? What the Hell is really going on, Gohan?" Piccolo's face a bit red across the nose, knowing that Gohan thinks that he was a fool by acting so quick and rash when hearing about Goten's 'capture.'
"It's a loooong story Piccolo, fly with me and I'll fill you in."
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"Mr. Senileo? Mr. Senilo? MR. SENILEO!" (1)
"Oh, yes, were you speaking to me?"
"Yes, I was..." ChiChi was beginning to lose her patience with Mr. Senileo, the psychiatrist with the stupid red bow tie. Bulma and the principal, Mrs. Britas, were unspokenly assigned the job to hold down the annoyed mother in her chair. They didn't want her to attack the older man, he might have a heart attack for all they knew.
"Um, Mr. Senileo," Bulma began, "You were saying?"
"Saying what?"
"About earlier?"
"When earlier?"
"About five minutes ago before you fell asleep!" Bulma was now in need of restraining. 'And this guy is suppossed to be the best in his proffession!'
"I fell asleep?" Asked the dumbfounded man.
"YES! You were talking about how we are going to handle the situation when Goten was found and brought back!"
"And what situation was that, dear? And who's Goten?"
"AAARRGGHH!" Bulma blew a gasket and pounded on the couch and pointed at ChiChi ansd spoke slowly but rather loudly, "HER...SON...THE...BOY...WITH...THE...BLACK...HAIR...GOTEN," she pointed at Mr. Senileo, "YOU...WERE...HIRED...TO...TALK...TO...HIM...BECAUSE...YOU...ARE...A...PSYCHIATRIST! That is WHAT you do..."
"Oh yes, now I remember, the young strapping man with the glasses!"
"NO!"
Mrs. Britas shoved Bulma onto the couch with ChiChi and mouthed 'calm down and sit'. Mrs. Britas took a deep breath and hoped she could shed some light on the daft man, "No Loco," (2) she used his real name since they have known eachother for a good two decades, "That one is Gohan, Goten's older brother. Goten was the smaller one, the teenager, who was flown out the window by the older boy, get it now?"
"Ahhh! Yes, the one who I was told to show signs of desistance (3) towards his family and perhaps self-abuse?"
"Yes, that's the one!"
"Finally!" Both ChiChi and Bulma shouted in unison.
"Well, as I was saying," Mr. Senilo began, "Once the boy is back I need some one-on-one time with him, no family or else he will blow up like he did this afternoon. But from what I saw, it seems that he has a hard time with trust and some underlaying problems, but those cannot be determined until I speak with him and my partner takes a look over him as well for a second opinion. I also believe that he could be a possible harm to himself, not just physically, but emotionally and psychological, and to those around him."
'Wow, he got all that by sitting in a room for five minutes with Goten? He is good when he does not forget what he's doing every 10 seconds..." Thought ChiChi was she listened to the elderly man, who looked and sounded much more proffesional now.
"He's in denile as of right now, I mean you all heard him, he was shouting 'I don't need to! I don't want to! No! No! No! I'm fine now! LIES! LIES!' That much is obvious."
Mr. Senileo then turned to ChiChi, "You are his mother, yes? He said 'I'm fine now' what did he mean by now?"
"Yes, I am. And yes, I know what he meant, it is a rather long story, it all began years ago when he was seven years old..."
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"Trunks?"
"Yea, Chibi?"
" Are we ever gonna go back home?" Goten hugged Trunks' stomach as they laid on the roof top of the tall building watching the sky. Many colors painted the sky, all the neon lights coming from the city of Kyoto, purple, yellow, pink, blue, red, some changing from one to another, would be lucky to catch at least two or three stars.
"I don't know, doubt it, why, you wanna go back?" Trunks looked down at Goten and pushed some hair away from his face.
"Not sure...but...I really don't want to stay here..."
"Why not?" Trunks pulled the younger demi into his lap as he sat up, "Why don't you wanna stay here? Its got everything, large rooms with beds, room service with gourmet food, entertainment systems, a humongous pool, did you see that? Plus, nobody would be able to find us, especially not with these..." Trunks held out two silver devices that looked like wrist bands with a thin white lining, and both had their respected names engraved on them.
"What are they?"
Trunks smirked and took Goten's hand, then taking the silver device with Goten on it and slid it on his koi's wrist, gently clamping the hinge closed and adjusted it to the right size of Goten's small wrist, " This is, or at least was, C.C's latest project which I was head of, so my mom is in the dark about this."
"Wait, what does it do?"
"It maskes ki then we could ever do on our own, we could power up to Super Saiyan and nobody will be ever to detect us, thus, not finding us..."
"Wow. Hey, how did you know we were gonna need these. I mean everything happened so fast, when did you have the time?"
"When I got the money out from my account, I had these stashed in a vault there at the bank, for just incase I wanted to ditch responsibilities for awhile and Vegeta, so when this happened I just them transfered with the money had them engraved while being sent, smart huh?"
"Yea," Goten asked dazed still admiring the tiny silver maching on his wrist, he then snapped out of it when Trunks spoke up, "So now tell me why you wouldn't want to stay here."
"Just look up Trunks, what do you see?"
Trunks did so and blew some hair out of his eyes, "Nothing. I see nothing."
"Exactly...Trunks, you have lived in the city all your life, when me on the other hand lived on Mt. Poaz, in the country, playing in the woods...I love nature and I don't think I could survive surrounded by all this noise and the bright lights and not being able to see the stars. It's a concrete jungle out there, and I need grass under my feet to be happy. Are you mad at me?"
Trunks hugged him and rubbed his nose to Goten's making him giggle, "Of course not... we'll find another place where you'll be happy, I got the money, so why does it matter?"
"YEA!" Goten pounced on his koi and kissed him until they were both breathless, "I LOVE YOU SOOOOO MUCH!"
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That's it! BTW I changer the 'hers' to 'his' and 'him' in the song so it fits better. :Gives Son Grin: -BlackTigerG2
(1)-A play on words with 'Senile' with just an 'o' at the end
(2)-Spanish for crazy
(3)-The act or state of desisting; cessation (In other words, it means to be fatigued and/or to stop doing the things you used to enjoy, usually caused by stress)
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