I'll Love You Forever
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,332
Reviews:
20
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.
Chapter 9
Chapter 9:
The next few weeks flew by. Goten performed almost daily, sometimes alone and sometimes with other dancers. The audience immediately fell in love with his young, toned body and his wild, untamable hair. Many sent requests for him to join them in their beds for large sums of money. Goten blushed at every one, shaking his head frantically at the suggestions.
It was right after one of these requests that Kaiyo made his own. The two were in a dressing room. They lounged on one of the couches in the corners, both done performing for the night. A few other men milled around, chatting and dressing.
Kaiyo watched Goten blush upon reading yet another man’s request. Goten quickly crumpled up the paper and tossed it at the trashcan across the room, the paper sailing in smoothly. “You know, Goten,” Kaiyo said slowly, in thought, “you can make great money doing things like that.”
Goten turned to his new friend with a confused look. “Like what, Kaiyo? Throwing paper?”
Kaiyo smiled at his innocence. “No, I meant what the paper said.”
The look was replaced by one of embarrassment and refusal. “No way, it’s dirty. I would never sell myself to some stranger.”
Kaiyo sighed, but he was still thinking.
That night, the two lay in bed, the darkness of the night lit by the cool light of the full moon. Goten stared at it through the open window.
“Goten,” Kaiyo said.
“Yeah?”
“I was thinking about something. I know you’re not into ‘selling yourself’ as you so nicely put it, but what I have to propose isn’t exactly that. I’ll be blunt. I want us to do a film.”
“A film?” Goten echoed.
“Yeah. It would be with me, not some stranger. You wouldn’t even know you were being filmed really. They pay big for these things, and I know we’ll be a huge hit. What do you say, buddy?”
Goten lay motionless, his breath shallow. He blinked and the image of the moon appeared red on his closed eyelids. He opened them again, but instead of the white orb, Trunks’ ice blue eyes stared at him, confused, angry, but caring most of all. Goten shook his head, dissolving the precious image.
“Goten?” Kaiyo asked, not sure if Goten was still awake.
“Yeah, Kaiyo,” Goten breathed, “I’ll do it.” For you, Trunks...
The next few weeks flew by. Goten performed almost daily, sometimes alone and sometimes with other dancers. The audience immediately fell in love with his young, toned body and his wild, untamable hair. Many sent requests for him to join them in their beds for large sums of money. Goten blushed at every one, shaking his head frantically at the suggestions.
It was right after one of these requests that Kaiyo made his own. The two were in a dressing room. They lounged on one of the couches in the corners, both done performing for the night. A few other men milled around, chatting and dressing.
Kaiyo watched Goten blush upon reading yet another man’s request. Goten quickly crumpled up the paper and tossed it at the trashcan across the room, the paper sailing in smoothly. “You know, Goten,” Kaiyo said slowly, in thought, “you can make great money doing things like that.”
Goten turned to his new friend with a confused look. “Like what, Kaiyo? Throwing paper?”
Kaiyo smiled at his innocence. “No, I meant what the paper said.”
The look was replaced by one of embarrassment and refusal. “No way, it’s dirty. I would never sell myself to some stranger.”
Kaiyo sighed, but he was still thinking.
That night, the two lay in bed, the darkness of the night lit by the cool light of the full moon. Goten stared at it through the open window.
“Goten,” Kaiyo said.
“Yeah?”
“I was thinking about something. I know you’re not into ‘selling yourself’ as you so nicely put it, but what I have to propose isn’t exactly that. I’ll be blunt. I want us to do a film.”
“A film?” Goten echoed.
“Yeah. It would be with me, not some stranger. You wouldn’t even know you were being filmed really. They pay big for these things, and I know we’ll be a huge hit. What do you say, buddy?”
Goten lay motionless, his breath shallow. He blinked and the image of the moon appeared red on his closed eyelids. He opened them again, but instead of the white orb, Trunks’ ice blue eyes stared at him, confused, angry, but caring most of all. Goten shook his head, dissolving the precious image.
“Goten?” Kaiyo asked, not sure if Goten was still awake.
“Yeah, Kaiyo,” Goten breathed, “I’ll do it.” For you, Trunks...