Nother DBZ fic’ curtsey of CryKat

Warnings: The char’s belong to Akira Toriyama, not me… but I am going out of my way to butcher them horribly by making this a tasteless yaoi! Yes that means boy-boy love… and not just any boys! My beloved Goten and Trunks

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Trunks yawned softly, draping him self over the back of the couch.

He dropped the new leather bound journal on the cushion in front of him before sliding down the rest of the way, pulling the pen free from his pocket.

He pulled it open, chewing on his pen cap thoughtfully before he started to write.

Summer Journal

June 12th

    Dear Journal

Okay so maybe I’ve been slacking, my psychiatrist’s been pushing me to start this stupid thing for awhile now...

School ‘s already been out for nearly three weeks now, and the boredom is already setting in, eating away at my sanity like the plague…

All right, maybe I’m over exaggerating just a little, but I pray the rest of my summer isn’t this dull.

I even offered to work for my mother, who declined, telling me to " enjoy my summer", since they had more than enough faculty at the capsule corporation. Summer after all was one of our slower seasons… picking up more business around Christmas.

My best friend and partner in crime has a summer job, so I see him a bit less than I’d like to… Okay, so I want to spend every waking minute with him, right now he’s one of my favorite things in life. Did I mention he was my lover?

Accuse me of being gay this last school year and you’d probably be sporting half a dozen broken bones… I’m a foot ball player after all. The most questionable thing I’d done was smack a teammate or two on the ass for a job well done. Of course that now was considered a rather macho in the locker room only tradition.

I smack Goten on the ass because… well… he has a rather nice one to tell you the truth. Goten has quickly pulled me from my hedrosexual ways with only a few soft words and gentle touches.

I could very well be addicted to him now. Something like over rich chocolate that you can’t get nearly enough of, yet only given in small portions.

Our times together are often few and far apart, though I keep trying to talk him into quitting his job, but he constantly reminds me that his family not nearly as rich as mine, and some of us have to work for a living.

I guess I should be angry for him saying that, but he always follows it with a kiss… and I completely forget to be upset in the first place.

It ‘s funny how one hot April day can change your prospective of a person.

He’s been my friend my entire life and I guess that sometimes I’ve taken him for granted.

Goten has always been a step behind me, something like a younger brother… I’m so used to him, sometimes I’d forget he was there. After awhile it was like he became a part of me… I was never really just "Trunks", in fact… our names always seemed to be paired together.

" Trunks, Goten… do this." " Goten, Trunks… you’re in trouble." " Trunks! Goten, good job boys!"

At least until high school.

We started freshmen year on opposite sides of the school, slowly making new friends and becoming apart of different groups.

I became a jock, much to my mother’s dismay… she’d rather me have been a science nerd or something.

But no… I’m the star quarterback on our foot ball team, student class president, voted most popular male, and drooled over by almost every girl in the school.

While the school bustled over me, Goten had quietly slipped off into the shadows.

He made friends with the more unruly types… Goths’, freaks’, punks’… what ever you call them. I rarely saw him in the halls, and when I did I said nothing… call it pride or what not… but according to the unwritten rules… I’m not allowed to associate with his type. Maybe I was afraid of what my new friends would think of me if they knew my best friend was one of the types they hated most.

I was stupid now that I think about it… I could have lost my real best friend, because I wanted to impress a bunch of fake ones.

We only met on weekends to spar, sometimes we’d hang out… but once at school, we were back to pretending to be strangers.

Goten tested our friend-ship at the end of his sophomore year by telling me he was bisexual…

Fine, sure… though slightly disturbed by that, I let it slide… hey it was his life.

Then he told me that he was in love with me.

It first left me speechless, then I decked him and fractured his jaw.

… and then proceeded to break several other probably important bones.

Now that I think back… he never even tried to block…

Of course I took him to the hospital after that, calling him an idiot the entire way there, trying hard not to start crying hysterically at the bloody mess I’d rendered my best friend to.

We’d fought many times before, but he’d always fought back or blocked my hits, because he knew full well I never held back… especially when I was angry.

He’d remained motionless in my arms, like some cold limp thing, his face had been sticky with drying blood, eyes squeezed shut tightly mumbling the same apology over and over.

He wouldn’t let me go when the doctors came… I asked him about that later and he told me it was because he thought that he’d never see me again.

…Goten could have very well died that day, an he’d been more afraid of me hating him than death.

I had my own brush with death that same day, Goten’s elder brother Gohan… who would have easily taken my head had my own father not held him back.

I’d never… in my entire life seen Gohan so angry, and it was frightening to know that all of that anger was aimed at me.

It took the doctors five hours to put that broken sixteen year old boy back together.

… it had only taken me five minutes to break him.

Five hours… but it had seemed so infinitely longer, and I’m almost sure, that had been one of worst five hours of my life. If Goten had died that day, I would have killed my self.

The thought had crawled through my mind the entire time, I’d even envisioned several different ways to take my own life. But I know I couldn’t live with the knowledge that I’d killed Goten… who’d only told me hours before that he was in love with me.

And I knew that I loved him too…

Who ever said "love hurts", wasn’t kidding.

It was Goten’s father Goku who had allowed me to go in and see him alone. Both Gohan and his mother were outraged but made no real move to stop me.

I can remember walking into that room, hearing the machine beep in a slow rhythm… though the tone was high pitched, it was like music because I knew that was the sound of Goten’s heart, still beating.

His left arm was bandaged, as well as his torso and most of his stomach, he had line stitches across his temple, and another down his jaw. His right arm was wrapped from wrist to elbow in gauze, a bit of blood still soaking through, a splint keeping him from moving it. His eyes had been closed, darkened with forming bruises.

I’d kneeled down beside him, and cried my heart out.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up to a hand in my hair, stroking it back, away from my still damp cheeks.

Goten had waken, his beautiful dark eyes only open part way; he’d been watching me.

I’d sat up quickly, blushing I’m sure… and ashamed he’d seen me cry.

To this day I’m not sure if all of those tears were for him… or if some were for myself.

He tried to apologize again and I’d silenced him with a finger to his lips, making sure my apology was out first; letting out my rush of emotions.

… I’d told him that I loved him, and that I was sorry…I needed him more than anything.

And for once I was speaking from the heart.

He’d only smiled at me, telling me perhaps it was worth the pain to hear that, and that he’d do it again.

I think… if I had it to do over again… I would have just pulled him into my arms and kissed him.

He was home with in a week, Saiya-jin bodies have twice the healing rate of humans, so he was back on his feet in less than three.

I avoided him for awhile, having no idea what to say to him… if I could even look him in the eyes again.

It was he who came to me first.

It was like one of those old movies, where the dark lover comes through the window; dressed in black silk, to sweep his love away.

Goten came to me in ripped jeans and a Deftones T-shirt, offering me a single rose and his apology… though he had nothing to apologize for.

I could only stand and stare dumfounded at him, managing only to reach out to the crimson flower that he held out to me.

He smiled, shattering my heart at the sadness in that one gesture as he turned away…

Before he fled again, I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tightly, holding his head against my shoulder and apologizing in return.

I’m not sure how long I held him, I would have been fine with holding him to me forever.

He’d pulled back first, biting his lip and watching me with those gorgeous brown eyes, I could easily be lost in that depth.

…Some how we ended up kissing, though I don’t remember what brought us to it.

It was rather desperate at first, but deeper and more passionate than any kiss I’d ever given a girl.

I can still remember my first taste of him, and it makes me smile… warm and salty sweet… I’d wondered if it was because of something he’s eaten or if he was always like that… and I’ve come to find, much to my delight, that is how he tastes…

I’m sure the kiss lasted longer than the embrace because we both pulled back, gasping for breath, then laughing… that uncomfortable laughter that you try to hide at first, before it comes flooding out. It was absurd, there I was laughing like a mad man, so many emotions bubbling up, ones I’d never experienced before. And Goten laughed as well… I’m not sure if it was because I’d been laughing, or because he’d been just as nervous as I.

But that laughter changed quickly to one of joy as his arms encircled me again.

We’d spent that entire night together, talking mostly… that and making out, something most teenagers did. No mind that we were both boys.

That one night changed how I saw him, not as a friend, but as some one whom I could very well fall deeply in love with… Some one who I had fallen in love with.

They say there’s a thin line between love and hate. Well the line’s just as thin between love and friendship as well.

A either line I could have easily crossed… and I’m thankful every day of my live that it was love.

School ended and Goten got a job at the elementary school, watching children who’s parents who had to work during the day.

I couldn’t think of a better job for him, he was wonderful with children… always being a child at heart himself.

I on the other hand, can’t stand the little brats… Bura being the only exception.

My little sister and I never get along… but if any one ever hurt her, I’d kill them. No questions asked.

Though only nine… Bura’s already decided that she wants to marry Goten when she’s older. And as much as I’d hate to burst her bubble… I got him first.

I find my self smiling wickedly at that… who would have thought that my sister and I would have a crush on the same person?

This is one of those relationships I hope never to end… as immortal as our friend-ship… unfortunately one of us will soon have to test that out.

The issue of sex has yet to come up. Goten being far too shy to ask and me…. Well I really have no idea on what to do.

It’s not like I’ve exactly done anything of this sort… at least with another guy.

I know Goten to be still a virgin, which is part of his charm. And it scares me to even attempt to take that innocence from him; but some time it’s so hard to resist.

I mean come on! he makes the most amazing sounds when aroused, I could spend hours touching him just so I could get those reactions.

Needless to say I’ve found that I make a few noises that I was unaware of as well.

The base of the spine seems to be a rather sensitive area, right were our tails would have been had they not been removed. I can only imagine how fun an actual tail would be in such situations.

Hmmm… nothing a little wish couldn’t fix. I must remember to schedule a little hunting trip for dragon balls in the next week or two… can’t blame me for being curious.

And here I am getting off the topic… if I even had one to start with. Probably not, but this

" Journal " was just a way to let me release my emotions right? Share my thoughts and feelings…

Anyway… I feel many things right now. Frustration, fear, love, lust, and that warm fuzzy that starts right at the pit of your stomach and worms it’s way up to your heart.

My thoughts… I’m thinking I need to take my love out to dinner, get a little wine in him, take him home and see how many more delicious noises I can get him to make.

Whoops now that warm feeling seems to be going down instead of up so I’d better stop writing and go do something about it.

No one ever said I wasn’t crude either.

So, I guess I’ll fill you in oh mighty journal, on what happen in my next entry.

Till then I have to fine a place to hide you… Mom would have a cow.

If I wasn’t so afraid of her reaction I’d pay money to actually see it!

Until next time

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