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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,748
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.I am making no profit from this.
Perception
Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.
For – Scouter drabble challenge (a contest)
Rated – G
Warnings – None
Pairings - None
Perception
He had put up a good fight, but, in the end, Goten had just plain outsmarted him. No matter what kinds of tricks, twists or turns he had thrown in, the young demi had flowed with a practice familiarity, flawless in his technique. Let him think he was getting away, when in actuality, he was only wearing himself out, and the instances he chose try to catch his breath or gain a measure of strength back were when the demi would expertly strike again.
Goten gazed at his opponent dispassionately as he thrashed in his grasp. The moments between struggles were becoming longer as his adversary gasped, trying to breathe, eyeing him wearily before turning his attention back to freedom that lay only a stones throw away.
“You almost done, Trunks?” Goten asked impatiently.
“Just a bit more,” Trunks’ voice came from Goten’s left, “Need to make a few minor adjustments.”
“He’s a big one, isn’t he,” Goten stated more than actually questioned.
Trunks nodded, “Yes, but his power level is hardly a fraction of a human’s,” Trunks increased the fine-tune adjustment a quarter turn more with a tiny screw driver, “There,” the older said in quiet triumph, closing the hinged shield to protect the sensitive electrical components, “You can release him now.”
“Why?” Goten asked, looking up.
“I need to know if this will track him. If it does, he may lead us to find a whole school of them,” Trunks explained as Goten got to his knees and placed the fish back in the water, holding his hands beneath it until it squirmed strong once before darting back into the depths, out of the young men’s sight.
“Well, does it?” Goten turned to his friend, rinsing his hands off before rubbing them dry on his jeans.
Trunks smiled, “It’s working,” readings flashed along the scouter’s green lens. “Ah, there you are,” Trunks smirked as he handed the customized scouter over to Goten so the other could see for himself. Trunks grabbed up the second scouter they had ‘confiscated’ and began making the same modifications as the first.
A predatory smile crept upon Goten’s lips as he located where his quarry had come to rest, blending into the midst of a dozen or more similar power readings, the deceptively simple gadget enabling him to perceive with data what he couldn’t witness in person with his own eyes, “Got ya.”
For – Scouter drabble challenge (a contest)
Rated – G
Warnings – None
Pairings - None
Perception
He had put up a good fight, but, in the end, Goten had just plain outsmarted him. No matter what kinds of tricks, twists or turns he had thrown in, the young demi had flowed with a practice familiarity, flawless in his technique. Let him think he was getting away, when in actuality, he was only wearing himself out, and the instances he chose try to catch his breath or gain a measure of strength back were when the demi would expertly strike again.
Goten gazed at his opponent dispassionately as he thrashed in his grasp. The moments between struggles were becoming longer as his adversary gasped, trying to breathe, eyeing him wearily before turning his attention back to freedom that lay only a stones throw away.
“You almost done, Trunks?” Goten asked impatiently.
“Just a bit more,” Trunks’ voice came from Goten’s left, “Need to make a few minor adjustments.”
“He’s a big one, isn’t he,” Goten stated more than actually questioned.
Trunks nodded, “Yes, but his power level is hardly a fraction of a human’s,” Trunks increased the fine-tune adjustment a quarter turn more with a tiny screw driver, “There,” the older said in quiet triumph, closing the hinged shield to protect the sensitive electrical components, “You can release him now.”
“Why?” Goten asked, looking up.
“I need to know if this will track him. If it does, he may lead us to find a whole school of them,” Trunks explained as Goten got to his knees and placed the fish back in the water, holding his hands beneath it until it squirmed strong once before darting back into the depths, out of the young men’s sight.
“Well, does it?” Goten turned to his friend, rinsing his hands off before rubbing them dry on his jeans.
Trunks smiled, “It’s working,” readings flashed along the scouter’s green lens. “Ah, there you are,” Trunks smirked as he handed the customized scouter over to Goten so the other could see for himself. Trunks grabbed up the second scouter they had ‘confiscated’ and began making the same modifications as the first.
A predatory smile crept upon Goten’s lips as he located where his quarry had come to rest, blending into the midst of a dozen or more similar power readings, the deceptively simple gadget enabling him to perceive with data what he couldn’t witness in person with his own eyes, “Got ya.”