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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 ba fro from public TV.
~~~~**
Vegeta
woke up when he felt the ki spike. Knew
who it was, wondered what his brother was dreaming about, because Goten looked
as composed as ever. Lying there
exactly how he had fallen asleep. But
his ki was skyrocketing, fluctuating back and forth, and then dropping.
starting to crackle around the room. He
stood up, yawned, tried to get his hair to stop frizzing, failed, because there
was enough static in the room to make even Aunt Bulma’s hair stand on end.
his eyes roll back into his head, felt the shock that ran up his arm, swallowed
the primal scream, and waited five seconds, forced breath back out of his
mouth…
And
it ghosted like icicles in front of him.
He turned, felt the chill biting into his skin all around him.
and he looked down at his hands, they were small. Felt his ki, it was so low.
He hadn’t even turned Super Saiyan yet.
But the scar on his hand was there.
Which meant Goten was somewhere near by. Because he could feel him.
He bit his tongue, spit the blood out, watched it freeze to the ice
under his feet, and he started to walk, toward Goten. Wondering where the little idiot was, which memory this had come
from. And then, when he turned the
corner, looked at the clear ice, saw his own face reflecting back at him,
bruised, his arm at his side, nearly broken, his chest littered with wounds and
bruises. He remembered.
to run. Became aware that he was
barefoot.That he was freezing.
his brother, and he would kill them. He
skidded on the ice—(thought, as he caught himself, that he had fallen into the
ocean that day. When he rounded this
corner, his bare feet had slipped, blood had blossomed out, and he had slipped
through the thin ice, straight down into the ocean. He had almost drown as he clawed at the ice.
dream now—and he moved through the maze, remembering everything in
clarity. Stopped in front of the sheet
of ice that separated him from his brother.
Remembered
how cold he had been then; when this dream had been a reality.
and again. Until it broke, felt it dig
into his foot, charged through it, saw Goten, sitting there, shivering, wearing
only a pair of shorts. Looked at the
blue hue of his skin. Felt a rage
inside of him that was tripled because there were the most disgusting bastards
he had ever seen standing around his brother, chattering and clucking and speaking
their language. Icy beings.
That
day he had fallen. Through the
ice. Almost died.
He couldn’t fight them, and they had caught him by the back of the neck,
tossed him next to his brother, laughed at them. And Goten had smiled.
Wrapped his tiny little arms around Vegeta. Cried little ice tears. But
Vegeta had been too tired to fight. He
could barely breath, even as he felt his brother’s heart slowing against
his. And he wished, more than anything,
that his brother wouldn’t be in pain.
Then
there was a bright flash of white, and everything blinked out of existence.
A
hand grabbed his, Vegeta opened his eyes, stifled the yell, caught his ki
before it ble, an, and Goten was standing at his side, still bare-chested, but
grown up. Hot skin.
Heart beating like a drum in his chest, just like Vegeta’s.
hands—subconsciously—clamped over the bite marks they had given each
other.
Goten
shook his head, crumpled back down in the chair, laughed breathlessly.
Vegeta
nodded his silent agreement to that sentiment and collapsed back onto the
couch. He waited for his luno sto start
working normally again, subconsciously dusted his arms, feeling the ice crusted
there that wasn’t. “Why in the hell
were you dreaming about that?”
Goten
shrugged. “Don’t know.
exactly, did they?”
Vegeta
got up, shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to Goten, who took it without
arguing. But he was still shaking, and
he had to clench his teeth to keep them from clattering.
shared a dream. Inadvertently—or
purposefully—touching the bite marks generally tossed them into a dual
dreamscape. Where they experienced
whatever the other one was dreaming about.
And more often than not they were nightmares born of their memories.
“Fucking
cold!” Goten shuddered.
Vegeta
snorted. “Go give your twerp a good
morning kiss. That ought to warm you
up.”
Goten
gave him the oddest look, then threw his jacket back at him.
Climbed to his feet, took a moment to steady himself.
“I’m
peachy. You’re the one that started the
damn dream.” Goten just shook his head,
went upstairs. Vegeta looked down at
his fingertips, at the frostbite from where he had touched his brother and
wondered why that dream had come back.
It had been so long ago. And
Goten was right, their parents never did tell them how they were rescued or
what the ice-beings had done with them while they were in captivity.
in hot blankets, in a room with heaters everywhere, wounds healed—by senzu,
doubtlessly—memories blank. Part of
Vegeta always assumed they had died.
That Mom and Dad had found them frozen and Aunt Bulma had brought them
back to life somehow. But he never knew
for sure, because there were no marks left on them to tell the story.
years after that, but not since they turned eleven. Vegeta never dreamed. Not
that he remembered.
He
crossed his arms over his chest.
Thought about the androids.
Thought about his parents. And
he wanted to go back to them. To find
out what had happened in that ice cave.
~~~~~~~~***
Trunks
woke up to the feeling of a mass of muscle lying on him.
up. He blinked the sleep out of his
eyes, met the black eyes and the smile, and then frowned, reached his hand up
to touch the lips. They were blue.
“Nothing,”
was the answer, “It’ll go away in a minute.”
Then he kissed him.
Trunks
expected the lips to be cold, but they were hot. Goten was hot everywhere, too hot, really, and Trunks ran his
cooler hands over that skin, feeling the shiver, and wondered what in the hell
had happened that he was being left out of.
Decided that he probably wasn’t going to get an answer if he pressed the
issue, and waited until Goten moved to one side of the small bed.
“We
should go eat. ‘Geta wants to get an
early crack at the androids, try to stem their killing spree.”
rabbit—off the bed and started hunting around for a T-Shirt.
hands on his hips, wearing nothing but his pants and he huffed, reached into
his back pocket, pulled out yet another little metal case and turned a few
dials, opened it up, and exploding out of it was a dark T-shirt.
closed. Looked at Trunks: “Improved
capsule system,” he explained.
Deposited the metal case in his back pocket, pulled the T-shirt on.
It
said: I’M HANDING OUT ASS WHUPPIN’S.
WANT ONE?
“Alright,”
Goten said, picking his jacket up off the floor and shrugging it back on.
yanked him out of bed. Dragged him
downstairs.
Vegeta
was already in the kitchen, eating the re-heated pizzas.
arrogant black eyes, and his right hand was in his pocket.
open another pizza box and started to swallow the whole pizza.
“Subtlety
isn’t my strong suit.” Then he ate
another pizza, tossed one at Trunks. “Eat!”
~~~**
He
still felt cold. Deep down, where no
amount of smooching and eating was going to get rid of.
still frozen and there was no way to thaw them out. But he ignored it, shoved it far away from his consciousness.
androids. But he couldn’t.
but he and ‘Geta decided they weren’t going to do that.
“Oh,”
17—the male—said, “The losers came back.”
Goten
pointed at his shirt,sed sed his eyebrows at the smartass, and waited for the
robot to say something.
“Nice
shirt,” was what he said. Then he moved
forward, with the same attack he’d used yesterday. More purpose, as if was offended that Goten thought he could whup
his ass. Which he could.
face, laughed at the android when he got his foot caught in a wall.
Not a baby, baby, like a diaper-wearing baby. But a little bitty kid, standing in the middle of the street,
clutching his teddy bear. Sobbing.
The
android turned. Raised his hand,
smirked, and Goten felt that coldness inside of hif tuf turn into fire, as he
raised fingers to his forehead, IT to were the kid was, stood in front of him,
absorbed the blast of ki, and snapped:
“Some big man you are, killing little kids!”
Vegeta
flew to his side. Trunks too.
around this kid and stared back at the Androids. Vegeta snarled, curled his hands into fists, but his power level
didn’t rise. Goten waited, watched the
androids exchanged unimpressedks.
Grabbed Trunks’ arm, even as Vegeta turned, scooped up the kid.
Reappeared
back in the capsule building. The child
was sobbing into his brother’s shor.
was rubbing it’s—needed to get a gender somehow—back. Whispering little comforting things. Trunks pulled away from Goten.
“Why’d
we leave this time?! Aren’t we supposed
to FIGHT?!”
“We’re
not risking the kid,” Vegeta snapped.
He didn’t even wait for the response, turned his back to the two of them
and went to find Bulma.
“We’re
going back,” Goten said. He stretched,
felt his muscles loosen up now that he wasn’t so freezing cold.
do that for you. He grinned, did a few
more stretches, waited for his brother to come back. Watched Trunks shift back and forth and frown.
mostly. The demi didn’t know about the
twins’ dream this morning, so he couldn’t possibly know why they had cared so
much about this kid. Things touched
you, was Goten’s theory, memories, lifetimes, thoughts.
when you saw something that reminded you of that touch, you had to grab
it. Had to try and relive the
touch. And this kid was the physical
manifestation of that dream. A
child. In a war.
enough now to make sure nothing happened to the kid.
Vegeta
returned. “He’s going to be fine.
parents. Bulma said she’d take care of
him.” He raised the fingers up to hiorehorehead.
Goten
grabbed Trunks. “Get ready.”
wreckage; searching for the Saiyans.
Trunks powered up, lit up like a lantern and the androids turned,
grinned.
“Good.
“Where
is your other little friend?” That was
the female one, and Vegeta introduced himself by kicking her in the face, and
then round-housing her again.
“Right
here, bitch,” was what he said. Pulled
away from her, drew her away from 17.
pale eyes, glared at the two of them.
“Why aren’t you blond?” 17 asked Goten.
“Looks
so good on him,” Goten said, pointing at Trunks. He felt the waves of sheer anger coming off that boy, watched the
way he trembled from head to foot with rage.
Smiled, and leaned against a ruined building. Let Trunks move forward, scream out in rage and attack.
A flurry of kicks, punches.
The
android blocked most of them, recovered from them easily because he was metal
and metal didn’t bruise. Goten rolled
his eyes, reached into his front pocket, pulled out a little device—oh, yeah,
they had androids in their time too—slipped the small disc on his hand, secured
it with the five rings that went on his fingers and the band of rubber that
went around his palm. Flexed his
hand. Focused ki down into the device,
felt it activate.
Trunks
crashed through the wall next to him.
Goten looked up, raised his hand, caught the fist that had been aimed at
his face, leaned forward, effortlessly pushed the android back.
“Eat. This.”
from the bottom of his feet. Exploded
through his hand. Into the mechanical bastard in front of him.
watched his eyes dilate. Circuits
fried. Smoke poured out of his
ears.
Goten
pulled back, released the charred fist.
Let his power drop back down. Growl, and seethe in rage.
android. He really didn’t have to.
kindness on Goten’s part, because he could have held on until the robot
exploded.
~~~~~~~~~~~**
Trunks: THEN
WHY DIDN’T YOU?!
Goten: Word
count.
Trunks: Must
Kill Author.
Lil’Geta:
*sigh. * He’s being a smartass,
demi.
Trunks:
*angry growl. * What?!?!
Goten:
Nothing is ever as simple as it looks.
Jaygoose:
that Vegeta had smelled an infection.
But one that hadn’t set it, just was going to. So you’re not over-imaginative, you’re perceptive.
Getarian:
that scene with the biting bringing up that many questions.
really went back and explained any of it.
(Bad writer!) so I’ll say this:
Their parents showed up and dragged them off because they were
terrorizing the mall. Remember
we
were running around setting off Ki blasts and wagging their tails about?
got grounded.
with my originals. I think the first
book Stephen king got published was Carrie.
I’m not sure because I read about it a while ago.
Mechanical
Butterfly:
brother be taken from him. So lay that
fear to rest, dear. Poor ‘Geta, because
he probably won’t get any nookie at all.