Some warnings:
Lots of naughty language is used. Also, the story practically revolves around drug use. I am not condoning the use of drugs by anyone. The idea just kinda came to me and I went with it.
I hope you enjoy this story. Happy reading!
~Saria

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Fantastic Voyage

Nothing could explain the terror I felt. Blood splattered around me... Waves of it lapping at my feet. The sky... There was no sky. All was a distorted mess.
And what horrendous sounds! It felt like a thousand bees swarming in my head... Buzzing, zipping about... Stinging my brain in such a way I cry out, "Holy fuck! Make these goddamn insects stop!"
A voice,,, A faint voice in the background. A silhouette against a multitude of graphic images of death and a swirling haze of cosmic energy.
Why was I here?
I couldn't remember. One minute, head's clear. But now...
"Get me a canoe! I'll drown in this pond if I don't get a fucking canoe!"
I look down. This dark, stagnant water... But something... Is there something...?
"AAAAAA!!!"
Holy Jesus! Fucking vines out to grab me, pull me underneath the waves! Monsters... Bad vibrations everywhere!
"Trunks..."
A familiar sound. My name?
Another grasp of madness... There's a flying tank in the sky!
"Oh my God, what are you going to do with that tank!?" I demand of my unwanted visitors.
"Trunks..."
The name spins through my mind. The voice echoes within me.
"Trunks, Trunks, Trunks..."
How did I get here? This wasn't me? Something wasn't right...
But what?
Oh no! The machine in the sky... They are...
"They're dropping a bomb on us!!" I feel myself scream wildly. I claw the ground, trying to burrow my way to shelter. Had I been reduced to an animal?
"Oh God! Help me!!"
Panic. Waves of paranoia.
"Trunks... Hang in there!"
Explosions, chaos. Fear and loathing.
"Just calm down, Trunks!"
Blood. Dark blood, the colour of death, stained on my hands. Everywhere!
"Someone help me!!"
No! No! NO! "NOOOOOOO!!!"
Everything grows black... no wild! The bomb hit head on. I was flung back. I lay there. Silent and bleeding. I could feel the life drift from me. I lay on top of the cold tombstone. Had they dug a grave for me already?
But who was I?
It no longer mattered... I was dead. Sure of it. I should be dead. No man should be expected to handle the inner torment I felt.
Something was closing in... The enemy. This was it. Under normal circumstances, I am sure that I'd fight back. But since I just had my fucking arms and legs blown off... This was it... The end.
A warm presence encircles me.
"Are you okay, now?"
That voice again. Who was that? I struggle to break free... arms flailing wildly.
"Hey, hey, calm down!"
The person held me tighter. Sweet shit! The fucker's gonna kill me! This is it. Must escape!
"You evil bastard! You and your fucking conspiracies! Goddamn bees! Don't kill me! The bomb! The bomb! You... I'll fucking kill you!"
And other such nonsense I scream and scream, all the while seeking to be free again.
"Ouch!! Trunks, stop that! Please calm down!"
And then...
"Goten?"
That face... the voice... Goten. I wasn't entirely sure what it meant but I suddenly felt safer.
"Whew!" He lets out a breath. "Finally realized I wasn't trying to kill you, ne?"
Something moist falls on to my cheek. Was it raining? I look up...
"Oh shit..." My eyes widen in sheer horror. Blood. No... not more blood. Please. But... blood on him? What did I do?
"What did I do?"
"Oh, just bitch-slapped the hell out of me." He smiles, wiping the blood off his face. I flinch. Please... Please, no more blood.
Now, I remember... Goten. We're friends. He's always there for me. Finally I recognized him.
I reach my hand out to his face. "I... I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You're... not exactly yourself right now." He chuckles nervously.
"You won't let them kill me?"
"Uhm... No, I'll protect you."
Ah, reassurance... a breath of fresh air. I definitely felt safe now.
"I'm gonna let you go now, okay? Are you going to stay calm?"
What the hell is he talking about? Can't worry about details now. I nod.
He loosens the grip he had got me in and sits up. He scoots to the edge of... we are on a bed. He sits at the edge, still watching me.
He wipes sweat from his brow. "Damn... What an experience that was. Good thing your parents are away."
He rambles on about something... Party... Pot... Laced... Laces?
"Could..." I make sure the government isn't listening. "Could you take my shoes off? They hurt."
Why the look of shock? Don't your shoes ever hurt?
"Okay, Trunks..."
Ah, much better. I like this guy. He continues rambling. I think it makes sense but I can't comprehend. So, I make the most with what I have.
"So, you mean... Things are like this because... I'm on acid? Shit!" I leap up. Acid!? Was I really on it? I look around me. I thought this was a bed!?
He holds out his hands. "Hey. Relax, okay?"
I lay back down obediently. So, I trust him as well.
He shakes his head. "This may be too much for me to handle..." He stands. "Everyone's already left, so I'm gonna have to call mom... Actually, why don't I call Gohan in this case." He turns to... leave!? Hell no!!
"No! Don't leave me!"
"Trunks, I need to know what to do."
"Don't leave me!"
"I'm just gonna call Gohan and then I'll be..."
"Please!" I plead with him. "Don't leave me."
He sighs. "Okay, I won't leave you." He sits beside me.
Much better. It's like a soothing wind passes through my body. Or was that gas?
Suddenly, a rational thought enters my mind. "Uh... You can lie down if you want."
What the fuck is he turning red for? We're all friends here! Nevermind. He lays down.
And then there's quiet. Peace. A calm scene of cool waves softly crashing at the shore. Birds sweetly singing... "Don't worry about a thing because every little thing is gonna be alright." And finally, I can relax...
Until I realize that I can't get to sleep! Damnit! A man can only handle serenity for so long. Need real sleep. So, I turn to... What a beautiful sight! An angel is sleeping beside me. I sigh. This is Goten?? So peaceful... No, goddamnit. I need sleep!
"Goten." I smack him on the head. "Goten."
"Uh, yes?"
"Could you..." I talk but these words aren't making sense.
"...What?"
I'll try again. "I... can't get to sleep... I would like... Can you tell me... a story?"
He laughs. The bastard. "I suppose so. What do you want to hear?"
"No more serenity. But no death and... very bad things will happen around me. So... a story... When did you fall in love with me?" Huh? Where'd that come from? I look outside the window... There it is!
Goten's face becomes shocked than flushed.
Ah ha! "I knew it!" I sing out in an operatic voice. "You looooove me, you wanna kiiiiiss me!"
"H-how did you know?" Red shines off his face. Wow... Nice touch.
How did I know? I couldn't remember...
"What... was the question?"
"Heh. How did you know I like you?"
"Be... cause you just said so."
A sweatdrop glides down his face. "Oh... Er, well, you see... I, uh..."
Loud cicadas chirp. I'm feeling annoyance.
"Shut up!" I scream at the insects. I turn back to Goten. "As for you... fucking just say you love me!" A sense that I'll regret torturing this boy when this phase passes enters my mind.
He doesn't respond. But then... "I love you, Trunks."
I rest my case. Wait... Why did I bring this subject up, again?
Why does he look upset? "I kinda wish I could've told you under better circumstances. I, uh, mean, I'm sure you don't have feelings for me, so..." That sounded familiar. "I was hoping not to ever tell you. Uhm... I really don't know what to say..."
Now, I remember! "Isn't there... You want to... Ask a question for me?"
He looks startled. "Huh?"
"Question... You want to ask me a question?" I think I recall that Goten's not too bright, so maybe I should be direct. "Say... Do you love me?"
"Uh, uh, uh... D-do you l-love me?"
"I love you." Sweet heavenly goodness!! Why are these fucking fireworks going off now!? Or are those... I'm not even going to consider the possibility that those are machine guns.
But he's still upset. Does he believe me? "Okay, you see..." And I begin to confess my feelings. "This isn't the drug... I'm talking. I love you... Since we were kids, I loved you then. We always had fun. I like... You're fun. We made a good team." What was that pink fucker's name? "Majin Buu! When we fused and fought Majin Buu... It was neat sharing a body with you. I wouldn't do that with anyone else." What else? "And the tournament... The only thing that sucked about winning... You weren't happy. I didn't like to see you un... Is something burning?" He shakes his head. "It's upsetting when you're unhappy. We're best friends." But that wasn't the point. He already knows that I know that. "But... As we grew up... I see more and more that... Don't leave me. Like now... You made the monsters go away. And when I... Stupid serenity... Yea, you woke up to chat with me." This wasn't working I could feel it. "So, Goten, we make a great team. That kind of team should stick together forever. So, let's."
He continues his obscure stare. What part of "I love you" didn't he understand?? Tears in his eyes. He must think I'm still bullshitting him. Well, when I find the asshole who dosed me with acid... I look around cautiously. No acid here; it's still a bed.
My train of thought comes to an abrupt halt. As I turn the engine off, I realize that Goten has his arms around me. A hug! Success! Hold on... Must hold him too. I do.
He looks into my eyes. "Thank you for caring for me, Trunks. I'm happy," He chuckles, "Not to mention relieved that you share my feelings." Tears!? What the hell would he be upset about?
Wait, I have tears in my eyes, too. Oh, it must be a good thing. Unless... Is it partially regret? "Goten? Do you hate me?"
Much confusion. "Uhm... I just said I loved you."
"I mean since I...To admit I love you, I needed my consciousness altered. I don't think... I had no strength to admit my feelings in reality." I feel the tear run down my cheek. At least I'm hoping it's a tear. I check really quick... "Whew! It's not blood."
"It's okay. Actually, if you hadn't brought it up, I may've never told you. It just seems..." I wish my attention span was better than it is right now. But I do pick up that there's pressure for him to get married and raise a family like Gohan did. Something about our relationship is untraditional. No shit, Sherlock.
Come to think of it, I had pressure of my own. First of all, I'm getting a mean headache... The kind that beats you up and takes your lunch money. Secondly, in addition to the pressure of raising a family to continue the Capsule Corp. tradition, I had my father to worry about.
"I know what you mean. It feels like... We'd be going against tradition... The very name of family values is threatened! And to have a father like Vegeta." I shudder at the name. "Oh, could you get me some Ibuprofen?"
"Sure. I'll be right back."
I don't panic when he leaves this time. I guess since I know he'll come back to me.
And he does. With Ibuprofen. No wonder I love him.
"You're right about what you said. I don't think our families would really be able to accept us."
"Fuck them."
That sounds like a plan.
"But..."
"Or how about... Let's just deal with this tomorrow." I could tell the conversation would get us nowhere.
"Tomorrow? Heheh. Yea, I guess we should wait until you're better able to discuss things." He curls up next to me. Aaaaw... It's like a huge, furless cat. Hmmm, what an unnerving image...
He pulls the cover over us and asks. "You'll be okay?"
"Don't worry about me..." I go into a long explanation of why, complete in essay format with countless examples and scientific evidence to back me up.
Goten snores blissfully. Go figure. So that leaves me to ride out the rest of these hallucinations until the drug wears off. Let's see... Trails of blue light... flecks of gold... A teriyaki bowl with my name on it... I'm hungry...

***

"Good mor... afternoon, Trunks. How're you feeling now?"
"Uuuugh..."
"That good? Heehee."
I pull the covers over my head. "Go away..."
"But I brought you lu..."
Before he can finish that glorious word, I snatch the bowl from his hands and begin devouring its contents. Mmmmm... A teriyaki bowl with my name on it. Oh, which reminds me... Last night... Something happened between us. I hope I didn't do something I'll regret... Wait, where am I?
"Uh, where am I?"
"In your room." He states. "Y'know, in your house."
"Yea, yea." Smart ass bitch. "What I mean is... What happened last night?"
"Ooooh..." He shook his head solemnly. He went on to remind me of the birthday party I threw for our friend, Akira, last night. Since mom and dad weren't there, (how conveniently planned) people were free to bring "party favours."
"It was sometime after I busted out the weed Gohan sold me..."
"Yea, I remember that part! Man, Gohan grows the best pot in all of Japan." I feel a huge smile spread across my face at the very mentioning of Son Gohan's Famous Groovin' Ganja.
But that's another story.
"Yea, it was after you had smoked it that you started getting like that."
"Damn, that's some good shit!"
He giggles. "No, no, I think it was laced. By someone at the party, I mean."
"Who?" I growl. That bastard was gonna die.
"I actually don't know."
"What?"
"But if I ever find out..." He clenches his fists. "What a horrible prank to play!"
Now, I remember.
"Hey, Goten?"
"Yea?"
Oh shit. Here it comes. "Did I... say anything to you last night, er, about..."
He looks away. "Oh. You must mean... Well, you said that..." He pauses, searching for words. Crap, I hope I didn't freak him out. I mean, if he knew my true feelings...
"You said you loved me."
Since he KNOWS my true feelings, how will that effect our friendship?
Goten turns, facing me. His face is redder than mine!
"And I, uh, said I loved you too."
...Huh? Is that drug still in my system? Not only did a vague image of bees just buzz by, but Goten said he loves me. I gaze down at the now empty bowl. He had taken care of me all night. And I remember... He wouldn't leave me.
"Thank you." I say with a smile.
"Huh? For what?"
"For... Everything." And then I set the bowl down so I could hug him.
Grinning sweetly, he leans close, his head resting on my shoulder. Hot damn! I haven't felt this good since Gohan first introduced us to his fresh-grown weed.
Hmm, is it 4:20, yet?
It feels... so, natural to be like this. It's slightly weird, I mean, since we're both guys, but I don't have a problem with it. And he doesn't seem to either.
"So, how was your first acid trip, Trunks?"
"Well... Overall, not bad." I hug him tighter. He embraces back.
"Do you think you'll ever try it again?"
"Hell no! Unless... We can try it together sometime."
He breaks free from my arms and looks at me quizzically. "Why don't we just stick with weed for awhile."
"Hey, no problems here!"
"Heheh. Our parents would kill us if they ever found out."
"Yea. I can hear my father now. 'What the fucking hell are you doing smoking that shit, boy!? Get back to training, goddamnit!'"
We share a good hearty laugh. Until it hits me... How are we going to explain to the others about us? How I am going to explain it to my father? I tremble at the thought.
"I think I know what you're thinking..." Goten says with a frown.
"Dad will kill me or you, maybe both of us, if he found out."
"You're right." He winks. "Oh well. Fuck them."
"Say what?" What does he mean "fuck them"!? This is my father we're talking about!
"Why don't we discuss it over some good weed, ne?"
"Hmm," I reply thoughtfully, "That does sounds like a good plan." I dramatically point to my desk. "Goten, my dear, fetch us the pipe!"
He chuckles. "Okay, Trunks!"
Wow... He is cute.
Some say drugs help one channel into their soul. Some say acid brings a new beginning. Me? With Goten here, it's just a good trip.
Except that the fucking Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man just tore through my house. Sweet Buddha on a biscuit!! Would somebody call the Ghostbusters!?

Fin