(Looks at the date she last updated) I AM SO SORRY! (As I have already said in Extremities) But I am here now! You guys should thank my Dad, he just PISSED me the HELL OFF today, so now I got some inspiriation to write and listen to emo music, yeah! Mostly Japanese though, he hates it. AND Pirates of the Carribean! Anywho...

Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBall/Z/GT

Hunger Point

By: BlackTigerG2

Chapter 11

"The hatred you're carrying is a live coal in your heart-far more damaging to yourself then to them.."

-Lawana Blackwell

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Goten clung to what little material Trunks had on for a shirt, him on the other hand was still as naked as the day he fled from his mother's womb. Only the thin sheet from the hotel room protected him from the chilling breeze as they both flew into the evening air. It was beginning to get dark now and they had no place to go. The Sakura Towers was the perfect place until Gohan had to show up and ruin everything for them. 'And while we were making love too...' Now Trunks had to find a new place to shelter them until he could figure out what to do, but first...

"Goten, we need to find you some clothes. I don't need you getting sick on me," silence, "Goten?" Trunks looked down at the blue bundle in his arms, Goten was not crying, but his eyes were glossy with unshed tears that wanted to break free. Each sniffle from the younger boy broke Trunks' heart, he promised Goten that he was going to take care of him and that was exactly what he is going to do. Trunks surveyed his surroundings as he flew, they have long since left the city limits and thanks to his invention, Gohan and the others would not be able to track them down with ki, so he and his boyfriend lazily graced over the countryside. Small farms were scattered across the terrain, the scent of the crops like wheat and sunflowers invaded their noses. It was quite calming. Trunks spotted one particular tiny farm which seems to be run down and perhaps abandoned. A perfect refuge.

"Hm, I have an idea, Goten..."

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"All of this because of me?"

"Well, that's the theory, Son-kun."

Goku sat on Bulma's couch, his shoulders slumped a bit. Even with ChiChi rubbing his back in comfort no amount of soothing could ease what he was feeling right now. His son, his youngest son HATED him. This guilt within him was overwhelming, a heavy weight had just been piled upon his shoulders and neck, making it rather difficult to pay attention to what his wife and best friend had to say.

"Oh, whatya' say?"

"Yes, Mr. Son--may I call you Goku?" asked Mr. Senileo. Goku nodded with a friendly smile, but still filled with sadness, "Please do not blame yourself entirely Goku, teenagers are always rebelling and throwing caution to the wind, I was quite the scamp myself when I was young. But do not also forget that this is a very serious and delicate matter."

"But, this is not like Goten at all," Goku retorded, "The Goten I knew was always smiling and climbing on my pant leg begging me to give him a piggy back ride. He loved eating chocolate cookies and laughing. I just can't believe..."

"Goku, that was a long time ago. The Goten you remember died awhile back. Can you pin point a recent event with Goten when he was the way you just described him?" Senileo rubbed his chin in concentration, waiting for Goku's response.ChiChi placed her small hand on his shoulder again, hugging him gently.

Goku thought and thought and thought, but nothing came. All he could remember was the day of the tournament about two years ago, almost three. He met Uub that day and teased about his mother to get him angry, he offered to train him because he knew Uub would make a great warrior with unimaginable power, then he...he..

"I left."

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The long white corridors were taunting. They look as if they never ended, continuosly twisting and turning at their corners to only keep going, leading not exactly sure where. No matter how far you think you walked you never seem to get anywhere, but only forward.

'It was blinding.'

The long halls were bright, lit with large flat bulbs on the ceiling. The illumination was as intense to make you squint unwillingly and to shield a hand over your eyes. Your poor retinas unable to take the scorching light.

'The smell was nauseating.'

These blue and white checkered floors were obviously cleaned too often. No natural smell resided in this place, too overpowered by cleaners and old mop water to even make themselves noticed. Not only that, but the powerful smells coming off the necks of the female nurses and doctors lingered in the atmosphere, leaving trails of gross aromas throughout the building.

'This place is so artificial.'

The flowers brought in by concerned family members were the only type of anything living, not counting the humans, as they sat unmoving in their vases. Half the time the flowers were fake, along with the ficuses standing solitarily in the corners and the hanging plants on the walls; because they can't die, nurses did not have to bother to water them or replace them with fresh flowers. It was for their convienence.

"How long does he have to stay here, Doctor?"

The young woman referred to as 'Doctor' pushed back a strand of her brown curly hair behind her ear, "It depends on him sir. There are many factors to consider such as how serious his condition really is, how well he responds to our treatment and of course...if he has the will to even want to get better..."

"He does, ma'am."

"Are you sure? Do you have the right to speak for him so freely?" The woman took off her thin rectangular glasses to have a good look at the thin and charred boy that stood limply at his older brother's side. At the age of barely 16, his birthday was about one month ago, the boy looked so beaten and worn out, he played with the dragon that dangled from his neck.

"Don't worry, otooto (1) knows that this is for his own good, he wants to be here, to get better. Right Goten?" The older brother looked down at his little brother, giving him a big and confident smile, small creases formed under his glasses near his eyes.

"Whatever you say, onii-san..."

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"Goten! WAKE UP!" Trunks shook his lover at the shoulder, he had been repeating something like 'yes, nii-san' and 'of course, nii-san.' It was beginning to frighten Trunks as Goten's words echoed louder throughout the old barn, it head flopping back and forth, the sweat whipping from his brow. Finally finding the heart to wake his disraught Chibi, Trunks shook him into the conscious world.

"Wha..?"

"You were dreaming. What were you dreaming about?" Goten looked at his surroundings. They were both cradeled in a pile of soft hay located in the back of the barn on the second level where extra equipment was kept. Boards on the walls had holes and crannies, probably wood rot or termites, and the barn door was slightly off its hinges. The faint odor of animals could be detected, but it was obvious that no farm animal has ever set hoof inside in a long while.

"Nothing, Trunks-kun...where are we? I get its barn, but...where?" Trunks ruffled his boyfriend's hair and smiled.

"Not sure, my guess the outskirts of Kyoto, near a farming village. Sorta reminds me of Mt. Poaz...ohh!" Trunks slapped his hand over his mouth to stop himself, but he was not fast enough to close that big mouth, "Sorry Chibi..."

Goten raised his hand up in a 'just forget it' gesture, "It's alright, Trunks, I don't mind...not anymore," Trunks stood up slowly to stretch his muscles, they both had been napping on the hay stack for about 2 or so hours now and he was sore. Pulling hay out of his hair, Trunks dusted the dirt off his wrinkled shirt. Goten was still nude, "Well, ain't we a pair?" Trunks laughed, it was nice to see Goten smile again.

The oldest demi reached into the pocket of his torn pants to pull out his wallet, inside was the money he took from his private account and several of his credit cards and other neccesities, "At least we still got this..." He turned to look at his Chibi pulling hay out of his hair, concentrating intently on the task, he walked over to kneel in front of the younger boy. Trunks helped the younger boy clean his hair of the prickly plant, "Lets go get you some clothes shall we?" He stood to head out the door when they both heard a distinguishable rip coming from Trunks' shirt, "Guess I need a new wardrobe to don't I?" Goten nodded as a matter of factly.

"You stay here babe, I'll be back soon..." Trunks kissed his boyfriend good-bye. When he was gone, Goten was now able to do something he has been wanting to do since after Gohan found them. He searched for the farthest and most back part of the barn, a place where Trunks would have no reason to go to. Once he found a refuge in between a large milking machine and a horse stall, Goten regurgitated what he had eaten at the hotel, "I'm sorry, Koi..."

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"Gohan, calm yourself..."

"I can't Piccolo! I was so damn close!" Gohan paced back in forth. Piccolo was in meditation position, floating above the waterfall as he listened to Gohan's whining, but mostly concern, for his little brother.

"By sending the police after Trunks?"

"What? Bad move?" The past pupil's glasses slipped down his nose, taking a seat at the tip of it.

"That was stupid, Gohan."

"Look, I made a promise to my mother not to hurt Goten, but she didn't say one damn thing about that bastard..." Gohan's hands clenched in fury, his knuckles turning white under the strain.

"Trunks?" Piccolo stated. He flew down to stand tall infront of Gohan whose head was down in shame, "I taught you better then this. So what if Goten is in love with another male, this shouldn't matter to you. I never once thought you to be a bigot..."

Gohan never looked up, but whispered, "It's not that..." Piccolo's ears perked up, "I don't care that Goten is gay. I still love him. But Trunks is making it worse with taking Goten away from us. He thinks he is helping him, but in reality, its painful. That bastard never saw what happened to Goten, how he was after father left at the tournament, he was nowhere to be found. But I was there! If I don't find my otooto he's just going to get worse and hurt himself. He has a condition, Piccolo, a condition that not even pills could help with, even though we tried," the demi raised his head swiftly, tears running down his face, his lips quivered trying as hard as they could to hold back the hard sob in his throat, "Trunks is killing him!"

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Sympathy time for Gohan! T.T

(1) Otooto-Little brother...I think...(gulp)...I DID get it off a Japanese dictionary...

Sorry for the shortness! But my 3 day weekend has finally come to an end and I must go take a shower. Please review!

-BlackTigerG2 ::Gives Son Grin::