Royal Pain and it\'s Sequel Boundaries
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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14
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Boundaries pt. 1 + notes
That was the end of Royal Pain, but it is not the end of the story. The sequel is a story called Boundaries. I intend to post it under the same link as Royal Pain. It starts one year after the last story left off. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Life and Death
7:15 am
Goten stared out at the day breaking over the horizon. The world would soon be bathed in sunlight but his heart would remain as dark as the deepest pit in all this world or any other. He took in a deep breath, the cool air turning his insides. No amount of pain or discomfort could stop the horrid pain that filled his heart. A pain nothing physical could compare with. A pain with only one cure, a cure that would never be in his reach. Trunks had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. But now both of them were growing up and could no longer be those care free kids they always were. Goten’s pain leaked though his features so often now. Whenever Trunks saw it on Goten he always looked so sad. Goten tightened his fists. Since his father and Vegeta had gotten together Trunks saw him as a brother, but not Goten. It wasn’t right to keep Trunks so worried. Worry didn’t suit his lovely features. Goten would never make Trunks worry again. Goten inhaled deeply, the last breath he would ever take. He put his hand to his chest, “Good bye Trunks, I’m sorry to have made you worry.” As he exhaled his hand leaped alive with his own fire and then there was nothing.
7:15 am (same day)
“WE HAVE TO DO WHAT!!!” Daikon screamed scaring the crap out of Nassu. Daikon never screamed, ever. “Hey clam down you want the baby to be stressed out too?”
“Lets see how calm you are when they say they want to cut you wide open.” Daikon muttered. Nassu sighed; he sure had gotten really moody sense he became pregnant. “Look there’s no way you can push it out. No offence Daikon but your not exactly equipped. Besides a C section isn’t that bad, I mean you’ve had worse injuries on the battle field.”
Daikon glared up at him, “THEN YOU CAN GET CUT OPEN AND SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!!!!”
“Daikon please, think of the baby…” Daikon growled, “now don’t you start with that voice of your cause it’s not going to work.” Nassu resorted to puppy dog eyes and before Daikon knew it he found himself in an operating room. He refused to take any medicine to the doctors’ horror. Oh though they tried to convince him but Daikon wasn’t in a mood for dealing with them or anything else for that matter.
At last the doctors agreed to Daikon’s demands, the knife Daikon had pressed at one of the doctor’s throat was probably a large part of why. Nassu giggled at this. Daikon was going though PMS Nassu realized. Daikon ignored the doctors as they began and turned to Nassu. “You know you really need to set a better example for our child. You don’t act at all like…”
“…like a proper Saiyan Prince should” Nassu finished for Daikon. “How may times have I heard that?” They were interrupted by a pair of screams, yes a pair. Nassu’s mouth drooped open. “Oh shit,” was Daikon’s response. The doctor handed Daikon the two babies, one in each arm. Daikon looked up at Nassu and raised an eyebrow. “Now you really need to pull it together. Can’t have a mislead prince and a mislead princess now can we?”
~~~
“Kakorot you baka do you think wearing a hole in the floors going to make that baby come out any faster?” Goku stopped his pacing and put his hand on the back of his head in his usual jester.
“Sorry Vegeta, but gosh they’ve been in there forever! I hate this waiting.”
“They’ve been in there for exactly 5 hours and 24 minutes Goku, you can wait a little longer.” Gohan raised an eyebrow at Piccolo’s remark. His love sure wasn’t one to hold back his opinion. Trunks sat in a corner his eyes never straying from the front door of the hospital. He hadn’t seen Goten all day long. The two spent so much time together it had been years since they had spent a signal day apart. Besides, it wasn’t like Goten to miss something like this. Goku smiled at Trunks in understanding. “Don’t worry about it Trunks I’m sure he’s fine.”
Goku yawned; he and Vegeta had gotten up at 1 in the morning to a phone call saying that Daikon and Nassu were having their baby. Vegeta was far from a morning person but as always Goku had a way of convincing him to get up. Now Goku was eyeing the little hospital chairs wondering if it was possible for him to get some sleep in them. He decided the floor looked more comfortable and curled up in a ball a little way from Vegeta. Vegeta stared down at him in disgust wondering how the hell he could have fallen in love with someone like him.
Another hour slowly dragged by. Gohan had followed his fathers suit and fell asleep leaning against the Namic Piccolo. Piccolo stared down at the soft face of his love. A quite smile formed at the corner of his lips, Gohan really hadn’t changed that much. Trunks was laying down in the corner of the room overly tired but determined to stay awake until Goten showed up. Vegeta twirled his finger, determined. A Saiyan can go without sleep for weeks on end. I will not allow myself to be so weak! I WILL NOT FALL ASLEEP!!!! Five minutes later a very tired Nassu cared a pair of babies out to a room full of sleeping Saiyans. The only one awake was Piccolo who didn’t feel the tinniest bit tired. Piccolo nudged Gohan gently. Gohan blinked sleepy eyes into focus.
“Oh wow their adorable!” His existed voice brought everyone else out of their snooze feast. Goku noticed Vegeta yawning and raised an eyebrow. “I was just resting my eyes baka, care to make something of it?!” A red-faced Vegeta yelled when he noticed Goku’s expression. The yell set the to babies off screaming. Nassu looked down at the two babies a completely helpless expression on his face. “Hey hey how do you turn these things off again?”
“Nassu you don’t turn them off! Do I have to do everything?” Daikon’s voice came from the room Nassu had emerged from. Nassu looked back over his shoulder, “Jeez that guy’s equipped with sonar or something.” He looked down at the two screaming infants. Gohan trotted over to him. “What’s their names?” Nassu smiled, “Actually we don’t know yet. We weren’t expecting twins.”
Gohan laughed and tickled the little boy under the chin. He had hair that ran below his shoulders and was a deep blood red. Gohan had forgotten that Saiyans are born with the hair they grow up with. It would always be that length. The little female had a very light green hair that grew extremely short and both had dark green eyes. Nether looked anything like Nassu or Daikon most likely due to their strange birth. Trunks stared at the two from a distance, his mind elsewhere. He had a horrid feeling within him but hadn\'t wanted to bother the others. He now tip toed out hoping he wouldn’t be seen. Something was all wrong though he couldn’t say what. He took off as soon as he was outside. He had to find Goten; he had to know everything was okay.
Trunk must searched for hours before he finally found the lifeless form of his best friend have lying there. He floated down softly to where the small figure lay. He could only stand there, tears flowing down his face. His best friend, they had shared so much. What had happened? Why hadn’t he seenth is coming? He should have been there for him he should have been able to do something anything! He sank to his knees gently running his hands through Goten’s soft hair. A part of him lay there with Goten, a part that had died along with him. A hand feel on his shoulder a small familiar hand yet different at the same time. He spun, he knew that hand but it was impossible! The familiar figure of Goten smiled at him. “I’m sorry Trunks, I understand now. We’re very lucky Trunks the two twins have given us a connection. Five years Trunks, five years and then we’ll see each other again. Please come to me then. Bring me back home Trunks, five years.” Then he was gone and Trunks had to wonder if he had ever been there. Yes he had, he had been to real not to be there. Five years? He didn’t understand! What did he mean five years? He supposed only time would tell. Five years, he would wait. It was all he could do.
Chapter 1
Life and Death
7:15 am
Goten stared out at the day breaking over the horizon. The world would soon be bathed in sunlight but his heart would remain as dark as the deepest pit in all this world or any other. He took in a deep breath, the cool air turning his insides. No amount of pain or discomfort could stop the horrid pain that filled his heart. A pain nothing physical could compare with. A pain with only one cure, a cure that would never be in his reach. Trunks had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. But now both of them were growing up and could no longer be those care free kids they always were. Goten’s pain leaked though his features so often now. Whenever Trunks saw it on Goten he always looked so sad. Goten tightened his fists. Since his father and Vegeta had gotten together Trunks saw him as a brother, but not Goten. It wasn’t right to keep Trunks so worried. Worry didn’t suit his lovely features. Goten would never make Trunks worry again. Goten inhaled deeply, the last breath he would ever take. He put his hand to his chest, “Good bye Trunks, I’m sorry to have made you worry.” As he exhaled his hand leaped alive with his own fire and then there was nothing.
7:15 am (same day)
“WE HAVE TO DO WHAT!!!” Daikon screamed scaring the crap out of Nassu. Daikon never screamed, ever. “Hey clam down you want the baby to be stressed out too?”
“Lets see how calm you are when they say they want to cut you wide open.” Daikon muttered. Nassu sighed; he sure had gotten really moody sense he became pregnant. “Look there’s no way you can push it out. No offence Daikon but your not exactly equipped. Besides a C section isn’t that bad, I mean you’ve had worse injuries on the battle field.”
Daikon glared up at him, “THEN YOU CAN GET CUT OPEN AND SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!!!!”
“Daikon please, think of the baby…” Daikon growled, “now don’t you start with that voice of your cause it’s not going to work.” Nassu resorted to puppy dog eyes and before Daikon knew it he found himself in an operating room. He refused to take any medicine to the doctors’ horror. Oh though they tried to convince him but Daikon wasn’t in a mood for dealing with them or anything else for that matter.
At last the doctors agreed to Daikon’s demands, the knife Daikon had pressed at one of the doctor’s throat was probably a large part of why. Nassu giggled at this. Daikon was going though PMS Nassu realized. Daikon ignored the doctors as they began and turned to Nassu. “You know you really need to set a better example for our child. You don’t act at all like…”
“…like a proper Saiyan Prince should” Nassu finished for Daikon. “How may times have I heard that?” They were interrupted by a pair of screams, yes a pair. Nassu’s mouth drooped open. “Oh shit,” was Daikon’s response. The doctor handed Daikon the two babies, one in each arm. Daikon looked up at Nassu and raised an eyebrow. “Now you really need to pull it together. Can’t have a mislead prince and a mislead princess now can we?”
~~~
“Kakorot you baka do you think wearing a hole in the floors going to make that baby come out any faster?” Goku stopped his pacing and put his hand on the back of his head in his usual jester.
“Sorry Vegeta, but gosh they’ve been in there forever! I hate this waiting.”
“They’ve been in there for exactly 5 hours and 24 minutes Goku, you can wait a little longer.” Gohan raised an eyebrow at Piccolo’s remark. His love sure wasn’t one to hold back his opinion. Trunks sat in a corner his eyes never straying from the front door of the hospital. He hadn’t seen Goten all day long. The two spent so much time together it had been years since they had spent a signal day apart. Besides, it wasn’t like Goten to miss something like this. Goku smiled at Trunks in understanding. “Don’t worry about it Trunks I’m sure he’s fine.”
Goku yawned; he and Vegeta had gotten up at 1 in the morning to a phone call saying that Daikon and Nassu were having their baby. Vegeta was far from a morning person but as always Goku had a way of convincing him to get up. Now Goku was eyeing the little hospital chairs wondering if it was possible for him to get some sleep in them. He decided the floor looked more comfortable and curled up in a ball a little way from Vegeta. Vegeta stared down at him in disgust wondering how the hell he could have fallen in love with someone like him.
Another hour slowly dragged by. Gohan had followed his fathers suit and fell asleep leaning against the Namic Piccolo. Piccolo stared down at the soft face of his love. A quite smile formed at the corner of his lips, Gohan really hadn’t changed that much. Trunks was laying down in the corner of the room overly tired but determined to stay awake until Goten showed up. Vegeta twirled his finger, determined. A Saiyan can go without sleep for weeks on end. I will not allow myself to be so weak! I WILL NOT FALL ASLEEP!!!! Five minutes later a very tired Nassu cared a pair of babies out to a room full of sleeping Saiyans. The only one awake was Piccolo who didn’t feel the tinniest bit tired. Piccolo nudged Gohan gently. Gohan blinked sleepy eyes into focus.
“Oh wow their adorable!” His existed voice brought everyone else out of their snooze feast. Goku noticed Vegeta yawning and raised an eyebrow. “I was just resting my eyes baka, care to make something of it?!” A red-faced Vegeta yelled when he noticed Goku’s expression. The yell set the to babies off screaming. Nassu looked down at the two babies a completely helpless expression on his face. “Hey hey how do you turn these things off again?”
“Nassu you don’t turn them off! Do I have to do everything?” Daikon’s voice came from the room Nassu had emerged from. Nassu looked back over his shoulder, “Jeez that guy’s equipped with sonar or something.” He looked down at the two screaming infants. Gohan trotted over to him. “What’s their names?” Nassu smiled, “Actually we don’t know yet. We weren’t expecting twins.”
Gohan laughed and tickled the little boy under the chin. He had hair that ran below his shoulders and was a deep blood red. Gohan had forgotten that Saiyans are born with the hair they grow up with. It would always be that length. The little female had a very light green hair that grew extremely short and both had dark green eyes. Nether looked anything like Nassu or Daikon most likely due to their strange birth. Trunks stared at the two from a distance, his mind elsewhere. He had a horrid feeling within him but hadn\'t wanted to bother the others. He now tip toed out hoping he wouldn’t be seen. Something was all wrong though he couldn’t say what. He took off as soon as he was outside. He had to find Goten; he had to know everything was okay.
Trunk must searched for hours before he finally found the lifeless form of his best friend have lying there. He floated down softly to where the small figure lay. He could only stand there, tears flowing down his face. His best friend, they had shared so much. What had happened? Why hadn’t he seenth is coming? He should have been there for him he should have been able to do something anything! He sank to his knees gently running his hands through Goten’s soft hair. A part of him lay there with Goten, a part that had died along with him. A hand feel on his shoulder a small familiar hand yet different at the same time. He spun, he knew that hand but it was impossible! The familiar figure of Goten smiled at him. “I’m sorry Trunks, I understand now. We’re very lucky Trunks the two twins have given us a connection. Five years Trunks, five years and then we’ll see each other again. Please come to me then. Bring me back home Trunks, five years.” Then he was gone and Trunks had to wonder if he had ever been there. Yes he had, he had been to real not to be there. Five years? He didn’t understand! What did he mean five years? He supposed only time would tell. Five years, he would wait. It was all he could do.