It's hard to keep anything from a person when they've nearly known you your entire life. You just can't do. It's impossible. Luckily though it's a two way street. I know when he is trying to keep something from me too. He gets quiet, I mean really quiet, and his smiles are forced but for some reason no one else is able to tell from his normal state of being the difference. I asked him once how he knows when I'm upset and he said it was because I begin to fidget, laugh loudly and for the most part just ramble about stupid shit. I thought it was funny how it seemed that we were the complete opposite of eachother like a ying-yang but thats just how we've always been.

We are both mirror images of our fathers just with more sense in our heads, I'd like to think at least. Being our fathers sons makes it hard when we feel the burn of the sayijin blood in our veins. For the most part our instincts remain dormant but they have a tendency to rise to the surface at bad times, really bad times. When we were kids it would normally happen after an intense sparring lesson, afterwards we would still be slightly out of sorts be it we were angry or physically just didn't feel well. My mother would fuss over me like his would but I remember my dad just yelling at her to stop babying me. That that was what my problem was, she brought out the human side in me while keeping my sayijin half caged up all the time with no means to vent itself out save for when I was sparring.

Eventually, as I got older, she did stop fussing over me but the issues I had became more frequent and intensified with age. By the time I was sixteen I was more or less walking around in a hazy stupor of warring genes. The knowledge that I had to keep myself in check only made the situation worse when my heart would race in an attempt to summon power that I knew could cause serious damage to an unsuspecting world. It was decided at this time that I would have to go and seclude myself, I decided and left a not before my mother ever knew a thing. After being around people my entire life I found living off on my own with only the sound of nature around me would only drive me deeper into whatever insanity my sayijin side threatened to unleash on my poor human side. Then he appeared.

My life long friend and ally. The one person I could always count on when I was down on my luck and needed a push in the right direction. Goten. He just showed up one day saying he had felt me near by and was wondering why I was out there in the middle of nowhere. When I told him my predicament he admitted to feeling the same way so it was decided that we would try and help eachother out when the other flipped out for whatever reason. After Goten showed up though I felt much better and things began to change.

For the most part we spent our days sparring working up a good sweat and releasing all of the power we had to keep hidden most of the time. The rest of the time was spent looking for food then eating it, sleeping or well passing out from serious ki overloads and talking. In truth we hadn't seen eachother in about three years or so when we finally met back up so to the unsuspecting person we just seemed like two guys chatting about school, dating, girls we thought were hot, our families, eating and girls we thought were hot. It was immediately after one of our sparring lessons that things took a turn.

During the fight I, for some odd ass reason or another, noticed the way that Gotens muscles rippled under his skin when he moved to throw a punch or a charged his power. The sweat was pouring off of his arms and chest to create incredible waterfalls that dripped off of him as he moved. The scent it caused was nothing I've ever smelt before, it was just well delicious. His eyes though were what caught my attention. They sparked with such ferocity, changing from black to teal blue as he transformed into his ascended state and fluctuated with his power as he distributed it through out the fight. His eyes stayed on me never leaving mine as I fought him in an effort just to slide my fingers across his smooth skin and to feel his breath warm on my own skin. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he felt the same way but as usualy we were warring with what we wanted to do and what was expected of us. After a particularly brutal move on his part we both parted panting. I wiped some blood from the corner of my mouth as he stood defensively a few feet away from me. I lowered my ki enough to end the ascended state I was in indicating he do the same. As always Goten followed my lead and did the same.

"Why don't we just get this over with already?" Goten asked raggedly as his breath hitched in his throat. I felt a smirk play across my lips as my chest heaved greedily sucking in the oxygen around me because I knew he wasn't talking about sparring.

"You gonna get gay on my Goten?" I replied playfully watching a smile form on his own face.

"Well I just figured I would before you did it to me." He stated. Quickly he was in front of me his fingertips trailing down the muscles of my chest and abdomen. It was amazing to feel his heat mingling with mine and I did the best I could to control myself but it was in vain. Emotionally and physically charged I pounced on him my lips crushing against his causing my mouth to bleed again. At first I worried it would gross him out but a fraction of a second later my sayijin side beat it down to a bloody pulp and I knew that he wouldn't care. No sooner did I think it I felt his warm tongue reach into my mouth to lap at the blood that slowly dripped onto it. The rest is kind of a blur as pure raw instinct took over and we were either going to fuck eachother or kill eachother, luckily it was the more pleasurable of the two options. It became a quest for dominance pure and simple. We knew who ever dominated the other would end up in the end being the leader of whatever it was we would be to eachother after it was all said and done. I know that Goten managed to roll me off of him only to pin me under him. I felt his hand ripping at my sweat pants and I could hear them tare as he greedily gripped the prize that he had been seeking. His hand was so warm and strong as he began to stroke me. For a minute or two I was lost in the pleasure of what he was doing to me when it suddenly hit me that I couldn't let him win this. I pushed him away only to rip his pants off of him and take his length in my mouth. I had never really thought about giving a guy a blow job before but if I had it probably would have grossed me out but to actually do it and for it to be Goten it wasn't bad at all. In fact it was alot of fun.

Just to watch him flinch and hear him moan knowing the entire time that it was all because of me was great. The time had come though for the real action to begin. Only one of us would be taken and my sayijin blood commanded that it wouldn't be me. Goten must have felt the change as well as he knocked me off of him roughly only to try and pin me back down. We struggled eachother on the ground for quite some time in an attempt to bring the other down makiing the experiance shear torture as our hardened lengths would brush against eachother painfully causing them to swell even more than what they were. The constriction became nearly dehabilitating making my power weaken. It was just the opportunity that he needed. In that one second of power loss Goten managed to knock me down, mount me and take me for his very own.

The pain wasn't that bad seeing as how the first thrust he made hit something in me that nearly made me come all over him. He had gotten me from the front so my legs rested against his chest as he pumped into me harder and deeper each time. My dick rubbed against his stomach using his sweat to lubricate the head nicely. I watched him as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back moaning loudly my name a husky whisper as his muscles tensed from the excursion. I came first my stuff shooting up to hit his chest and neck which just sent him reeling over the edge into orgasm. He shuddered letting out one final yell before thrusting deeper than he had been and thats when I felt it. I felt his penis pump out its fluid into my body and I knew that Goten had just made me his bitch.

Lazily he rolled off of me his eyes shut the entire time. It had felt so good but know our human sides were returning and trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. I couldn't help but laugh as the sayijin in my just shrugged it off as if it were nothing and fell dormant. I cleared my throat propping myself up on an elbow to look over the mess that was my best friend. He was covered in dirt, grass and semen. Even though I surmised that I was no better off just to see him like that so drained and uncaring was humorous. He cocked an eye turning his head to look at me a small smirk playing across his face.

"You're gay." He whispered laughing the best he could. I shook my head.

"No I'm not you are." I replied. Goten sat up quickly brushing some dirt off of his arm.

"How do you figure? I just reamed you." I only shook my head to this.

"Yeah and that's why you're the gay one because you just reamed me a new one." I said laughing it off. With much effort I managed to sit up flinching as the pain from the now apparent damage became evident. All the while Goten smirked his goofy smirk that he wore when he had won one over on me. He edged closer to me laying as soft kiss against my lips before looking deeply into my eyes.

"You're my bitch now Trunks."

A/N: Alright some things to say. First being that I normally don't swear in my stories or talk so crudely but since I was doing it from Trunks's POV and I know how guys talk I threw it in to make it more IC. Secondly I have read so many ficlets where Trunks is the dominant one and Goten is the uke so I have decided to make Goten the one in charge from here on out. Normally my stories don't really have any basis from one to the other but I'm going to try and keep more or less to whatever little story line I come up with for them. So with that said I hope that it is enjoyable because Ilitterally just pulled this out of thin air. Next story will probably be more sentimental since I enjoy angst and sadness in my stories and who knows maybe someone will get pregnant.