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Cross-Eyed
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Slash. Au
(Very, Very AU) Probably humor.
Definitely sex. In fact the
title is a reference to sex.
Note: If you
haven’t read Hormone Therapy (YOU SHOULD HAVE) then this might be a bit
confusing for you. It would be in your
best interest to go read it.
& Of course:
I
don’t own DBZ, or all of my deranged fantasies would come true and the show
would be banned from public TV.
~~~~**
Trunks
felt the rain. As a distant sort of
thing. Knew that his mother was
dead. That there was nothing left in
this world for him. Everything had been
taken. Except Goten.
He
thought about that as he crushed in the stupid male’s smirking metal face.
been able to destroy these things by himself.
Thought it was unfair that his mother had to die, that his father had to
die, that everyone and everything was dead in his world, and he had gone back
in time to save it. Failed to save it
for himself. Saved it for whatever
other versions of the world there were out there.
Felt
that tingling going down his spine still.
Felt the mark that Goten had put on him. Knew that he had been claimed.
Didn’t care. Because it was the
only thing he could feel anymore.
Except the rain.
And
the sharp blast of wind that went all around him as Vegeta flew past.
crushing to see Goten falling.
Smoking. Saw Vegeta catch him.
hand around a burnt arm—over that bite mark—saw him close his eyes.
as it engulfed them both. Didn’t really
believe what he was seeing.
Waited.
Goten
jerked, coughed up smoke and blood and shouted: “Shit, ‘Geta! You could
be more gentle ya know.”
Trunks
moved over to them. Looked at his
bruised fists. Then at them.
world that he could ever care about.
Touched his brand-new mate’s burnt hand as Vegeta pulled the silver bag
out of his brother’s pocket and used the rain to wet it.
Smirked,
and when Goten cursed at him as he started scrubbing the burns said:
Trunks
just stood there. Realizing that he was
part of that bond between them now.
Felt outside of it. Didn’t feel
much of anything. Sat down in the
rubble. Stared.
much alive, crispened mate.
“Look,”
Goten said, blowing smoke out of his mouth, “I’m like a smoke stack.”
Vegeta
was busily scrubbing his arms still.
“You’re the only one that finds that amusing.” He paused in his scrubbing, rinsed the towel out and then reached
into his own pants pockets again, pulled out an evil looking brush thing.
something. Wrapped the towel around it
and started to scrub again.
“Shit!
Warn a damn person won’t you?!”
Goten stared at his brother, and at his skin as the blackened, ashy
outer layer came off. Revealed the
stuff under. It was healing over, a
light pink color.
Trunks
tried to feel something. Found that
there was nothing to feel inside of himself and sighed.
“Twins
do everything in half the time. We were
born at half-way through a full pregnancy, we became Super Saiyans in half the
time and we heal in half the time,” Goten said. He reached the arm that wasn’t getting scrubbed raw into his
pocket pulled out his metal case—the one that clothes seemed to come out of—and
turned the little numbers on it.
Pressed the button and revealed a bunch of sterile-wrapped bandages.
when the sadist gets done scrubbing.”
Trunks
got up. Didn’t even muster anger that
he was being told what to do again.
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Took the bandages. The healing
cream stuff. Spread the white gel all
over the arm in front of him. Started
to wrap his mate’s left arm in bandages as Vegeta moved to clean the
right.
“You
know,” Goten said, “We could just go jump in the time machine and go back to a
world with senzus.”
Vegeta
smacked his brother’s head, making Goten cough up more smoke.
Goten
looked at Trunks and pouted. Grew
serious. “I’m sorry, demi.
~~~~***
Vegeta
absolutely hated his brother. He’d
forced that stupid fucking little bastard to breath again.
own life into limbs that were no longer living. And then he’d started scrubbing.
Violence solved everything.
Goten’s skin was black. Peeling
off his arms. Burnt in places straight
down to the bone. Idiot.
But
the skin came away, leaving the burns exposed.
And Trunks was taking care of making sure they were wrapped and packed
appropriately. Mechanically.
Saiyans suffered shock. He would snap
out of it soon. Feel a great wealth of
emotion that would probably backlash on them.
Or else he would break down and start sobbing and Vegeta would have to
go puke his guts out while his twin dealt with his mate.
soon. The longer shock lasted the worse
it was when it exploded.
Then
Goten said: “I’m sorry demi. About all
of this. We made a bigger fucking mess
than we helped didn’t we?” And that set
off Trunks.
“What
HELP did you GIVE?! My mother is DEAD
because of you! Why did you come
here?!” he pulled back. Shook his head,
flicked his power level up and down.
“Oh, right,” he snapped, “I remember!
To fuck me. Well
congratulations. You have done
that. Now fucking leave!”
Goten
snorted—smoke billowed out of his nose.
“You’re coming with us.”
Vegeta
watched the way the demi ground his teeth together and wanted to scream out
that he was not going to go. But couldn’t.
Because Goten was his dominant mate and Trunks had no say in the matter
whatsoever. He felt Goten crumbling
under that anger, and knew—as big brothers did—that his idiot little brother
had actually fallen for this twit.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> “I
won’t leave you here,” Goten said again, “There’s nothing left for you.”
“Who’s
FUCKING FAULT is THAT?!”
“The
androids,” Goten said.
Ah,
now we got to the mental part of the evening where Dr. Goten told them all how
it was and how it should be and they had to accept that these things were
true. Because Goten was generally
right. Being a genius had that nasty
side-effect of being able to look at things without having to feel the emotions
associated with them. Goten understood
facts. But Trunks felt emotions; their
mated life would be interesting.
“What?”
Vegeta
took the bandages that Trunks was gesturing with and used them and the cream to
wrap up his brother’s right arm.
“Look,”
Goten started, “I didn’t kill your mother.
Vegeta didn’t kill your mother.
You didn’t kill her. The
androids did. And we killed the
androids.”
“And
that makes it all alright?”
“No.
And you know that she would want you to be the same.”
The
demi didn’t look like he was buying it.
Vegeta moved away from his brother.
Decided that the skin on his back and his chest wasn’t nearly as burned
as his arms had been. Left it be—for
now; he was assuming they would hop right back into the time machine and go
back to their own world. Crossed his
arms over his chest and looked around the mess they were stuck in.
on the rubble and started to think.
Good. As long as he kept his
demi mouth shut.
“Well,”
Goten said. “Remember the ice cave?”
“Of
course.” Why, yes, he regularly forgot
about horrible things that happened to them.
What sort of stupid question was that?
“I
thought about it. And maybe the reason
Mom and Dad never told us what happened is because they didn’t save us.”
“So
we’re dead?” Vegeta doubted this.
the stupid explanation.
“No.
ourse.
right now, we have to go back to save ourselves.”
That
actually made sense. (At least if you
had a brain like Goten’s it made perfect sense.) Because they had to save their six-year old selves or they would
dead in their time and thus they never made the time machine and couldn’t get
back to their home. It didn’t
exist. And that explanation made a lot
of sense. Because there was a very
small list of things their parents hadn’t told them. (Those things being what their Mom had managed to keep their
father from saying about their sex life.)
“Lets
go then.” He grabbed the Demi by the hair,
pulled him up, and let him fight and spit and curse as he dragged him across
the rubble in the direction of their Time machine.
“Vegeta,”
Goten said sternly, walking next to him, “Let him go.”
“No.”
could do whatever he wanted. He wanted
to go home. Now.
He wanted to see his parents, and their new baby, and the mess of their
house; and see the only thing he had ever kept a secret from his twin.
ass world and Trunks’ depressing ass outlook on life.
“Asshole,”
Goten said as he lifted himself up and sat in the Time Machine—which survived
the shock waves nicely, although it did have a brand new dent.
Vegeta
dropped his brother’s mate in his lap.
Sat next to him and started flipping switches. Tuned the spatial frequency to what should have been his
world. Changed the date to the year and
day they had been kidnapped. Pressed
the go button and watched the world go static white all around him.
~~~***
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Well,
go from burning to freezing. He walked
into the ice cave with Trunks at his side—the boy was slowly starting to accept
the facts. But it would probably be at
least thirty minutes before the bond completely took over and made Trunks
understand things the way they were meant to be. Vegeta was at his other side, already lit up like a lantern,
seething in rage. Because right there,
in the middle of the room, were their six-year-old selves, like little blue ice
statues. Slowly, they stopped breathing.
“Vegeta,
make sure you use as much ki as you can.”
That would draw out their parents and allow them to find the
six-year-old versions of themselves.
“Trunks, help me get the little ones.”
He moved forward. Felt his arms
and his chest healing. But they hurt,
the skin was tight, the wraps tighter.
He picked up the little ‘Geta.
Wrapped his hand around the tiny hand with the bite mark.
of ice-being started exploding around him.
Vegeta
was cursing up a storm as he started blowing the whole place apart.
much ki to heart. Because although it
only took a very simple combination of punches and ki to kill the ice-beings,
there were resounding shouts of Gallick Gun everywhere, and the whole place was
a lovely shade of pale yellow.) And
that was when the lovely parents descended.
Dad first, stronger and then Mom—pissed off naturally.
“And
the androids?” Mom demanded—which solved the question of where Vegeta got his
steel-trap like memory.
“Dead,”
Goten answered, “This,” he motioned to Trunks, “Is the Trunks I told you
about. He’s my mate.”
“What
happened to you?” Dad asked. He took
both his sons from them, wrapped them up in his ki and stared at Goten’s
charred skin and wrapped up arms.
“Uhh.”
His
twin finished his sentence for him—having dispatched the final ice being and
blown apart the entire cave, leaving them standing outside in the frigid
wind. “Stupid ass used electrical
impulses to kill the androids and nearly got himself zapped to death.”
Mom
did. Of course.
shoved it down Goten’s throat—literally.
And then as the skin started to heal even more rapidly than it already
was, Mom smacked him upside his head and Vegeta punched him in the gut.
Meanwhile,
Dad was chattering at Trunks good-naturedly.
“Oh, so you’re Trunks. I heard
so many good things about…er…
Actually. Well; I heard that you
had a very nice ass. But I’m glad you
decided to mate. I like it.
“DAD!”
the Twins shouted as Mom roared: “KAKAROT!”
Dad
had the good sense to look sheepish, but he winked at Trunks and then sighed
and said: “We’ve got to go.
Trunks
shook his head. “Did you tell everyone
about my ass?”
“Its
worlds famous.” Goten said.
he was healed—and he stretched the re-growing muscles and skin.
thing. Sounds good.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
Lalala!
disappointed about the ice cave thing?
I realize everyone wanted to know, and I sort of flippantly went over
it. (Goten’s POV is always flippant,
isn’t it?) Let me know.)
Goten:
yeah! Another hot sex scene!
Trunks:
Oi.
Lil’Geta:
Finally! I’ll get to have sex!
Goten: With
who?
Lil’Geta:
What do you mean, with who?
ANYONE. EVERYONE.
Trunks:
Getarian:
Twin’s parents I have multiple explanations (you can pick whichever one you
like the best)
a.
I made a write-o, and forgot that I never told Trunks who the twins’
parents were.
b.
He inferred that both parents were males because Goten uses “him” and
“he” when referring to their mother.
c.
The twins told him way back when they first went to Trunks’ world, and
he didn’t care enough to act like he remembered.
Hopefully Mental Therapy will help answer some of
those questions you have about the twins.
Mechanical
Butterfly:
where Goten killed 18. I was going for
a stream of consciousness type thing. I
really like that you like this fic.
(Means a lot, since not very many folks have read this.)
Jaygoose:
how they got out of the cave was explained.)
Oh, and I realize that it was painfully obvious that Goten was going to
claim Trunks. *sigh *