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Dead. The remaining protectors of Earth; some of the strongest beings in the universe, were cut down in just a few mere moments. They had no time to prepare, no advance warning that the most deadly foe they had ever faced was looming over them until it arrived, and began picking them off like so many ducks in a row.

The battle it waged, if you can even call it that, was swift, heartless, and cowardly. It either masked its ki brilliantly, or didn't have one to read, like those androids of Dr. Gero's from so many years ago. Not one of them felt its presence, of that I'm certain. Saiyajins are telepathic even when they aren't bonded, but when they do share that soul-deep connection, whether parent to child, or mate to mate, any intense emotion felt by one is immediately felt by the other.

We were on the opposite side of the world, but the distance is of no consequence to the strength of the bonds that we both shared with our mates. The attack came early; the city was just beginning its morning routine of people bustling off to work or to school. I smiled when I felt my beloved awaken. We'd been separated for nearly a week, and I couldn't wait to return home to him.

We'd been mates for over 14 years, but had spent our entire lives together, not to mention the fact that we'd been one person on more than one occasion. With a history like that, I don't think there has ever been a bond stronger than ours. I could hear his every thought, and feel each of his emotions as if they were my own.

"Good morning, lover." I spoke to him through our link, and heard his sleepy voice respond in kind. We had a brief conversation, just your average exchange of details of how we each intended to spend our day, and how much we missed each other. He and his father had planned to spar first thing in the morning, so he'd had to get up earlier than usual, and he always hated to lose even a minute of sleep. Now, I think back to how much I loved waking up first, just lying there watching him dream. He was so beautiful.

It was less than an hour later that it happened. My father and I were sparring when he dropped out of the sky. I was shocked when he started screaming in what seemed like the most horrific pain, his hands clutching his head as he plummeted to the icy tundra below. I swooped down after him, to find out what was wrong, when just seconds later it hit me. A wave of the most intense terror that I had ever felt washed over me through our link, and then there was nothing. He was gone in an instant. My friend, my love, my entire world was gone; extinguished like a bright flame in a hurricane.

The pain was immeasurable. My head, my heart, my gut all clenched up to the point that I found myself huddled on the ice in the fetal position, my body being violently wracked with my cries. My beautiful prince, my Trunks, was gone.

I don't know how long I lay there, I'm sure it couldn't have been too long before it happened again. My father's screams had quieted for only a moment, before they began anew, this time he spoke coherent words, pulverizing my already rent heart. "GOHAN, NO! NOT YOU, TOO!"

He grabbed my arm, and the next thing I knew we were back in Satan City, at least what used to be Satan City. Few buildings remained standing, and what people were still alive were in a frenzied state of panic, running to escape the wrath of a gigantic, shiny black metallic creature, which leveled its finger at them one by one, shooting a beam of energy straight through their chests.

When it sensed our kis, it turned toward us, ready to dispatch me and my father in the same fashion as the rest. What it didn't expect to find were the two most powerful men it had ever faced; the last of the full blooded Saiyajin warriors in the universe and his son, both of whom had been driven to Super Saiyajin level four by the intensity of the pain that they felt. I had never before even reached level three, but the profound pain in my heart, and the rage in my soul at having lost what I held most precious had impelled me beyond any barriers that may have contained the unadulterated power that coursed through every cell in my body like a wildfire through a parched forest.

Our nemesis didn't stand a chance. Before it could even raise a hand toward us, my father and I released tandem kamehameha waves, and the metal monstrosity was no more than bits of shrapnel raining down onto the ruins of the city.

We sped to Capsule Corporation, and were horrified at the carnage spread across the grounds. Close together lay our mates on the bloodied grass, both with gaping holes where their hearts should have been. Not far away were Bra and Pan, both in their night gowns, and wrapped in each other's arms. At that moment, my heart was gripped with jealousy that they got to die with their mate, while I had to attempt to live without mine.

Across the compound, on the yard in front of what had been their home were Gohan and Videl, in nearly the same position as the girls, clinging onto one another even in death. Videl had been the last of the humans in our family to survive the years, as my mother and Bulma had died years before. Gohan was the only one of us with Saiyajin blood who had found true happiness with someone outside our race. Mom had raised him to embrace his human side, and repress his Saiyajin nature, although Videl was enough like us to keep him balanced.

We carefully brought all of our fallen family together to take them to Dende's lookout. The Earth's Guardian had years ago crafted a new set of dragon balls to replace those that he had created when he was just a young boy, and this new set was much more powerful. They could resurrect a person no matter how many times he or she had been brought back from Otherworld before, and Dende kept them at the lookout to keep them safe from falling into the hands of evil.

Dad held Vegeta, as I lifted my own prince into my arms, and we prepared to instant transmission to the lookout. Then my father uttered the words that would forever change our lives. "It's gone. The lookout, Dende, Korin…they're all gone." Our nemesis had gotten to them first, before wreaking its destruction on our home. All hope that we would ever see our family, or our beloved princes again in this lifetime were extinguished with that statement.

We buried our loved ones on the grounds of Capsule Corp as the sun was fully overhead. I should say that Dad buried them; I couldn't bring myself to move. I sat on the ground holding the empty shell that had contained the spirit of my life long companion, until my father had taken care of the rest of the bodies. He tried to take him from me gently, but I wouldn't…no, I couldn't let go.

I begged him to kill me. Pleaded with him to end my pain, and bury me in the same grave with my Trunks. I felt certain that my heart couldn't stand another beat; my lungs couldn't take another breath without my beloved. I was hysterical; I know I wasn't making sense. My words were as incoherent as my thoughts, but I knew I couldn't survive on my own. We had been through everything together, shared our entire lives. There was no way I could face a single day without him. I felt so empty without his presence in my mind. Half of me had died, and the other had no desire to exist any longer.

He realized that I was beyond reason, and he mercifully knocked me out. When I awoke, I was lying next to the newly covered grave of my dearest love. Dad had crafted simple headstones from granite boulders that he retrieved from our old home on Mt. Paozu, and he had carved each one with the name of who lay below. My sole focus was on the one standing before me, a silent reminder of my love that I had lost. Trunks Vegeta Brief-Son, Beloved Mate of Goten Brief-Son. My beautiful lavender prince. I stared at the cold grey stone for…I don't even know how long. Minutes? Hours? I honestly don't know.

At long last, my senses returned, and I realized that I wasn't alone in my grief. Just a few feet away sat my father, silently suffering over the loss of his own prince; his own love. I threw myself on him, and he caught me in his waiting arms. We held onto each other, sobbing for all that we had lost that day. Our entire family wiped out, and we weren't even here to protect them, or to die with them. I honestly can't remember my father ever shedding tears before that day. Sure, he'd felt heartbreak before, and had been involved in many situations that would make the strongest person break down, but not him; never. Seeing him like that made my own pain double, I couldn't fathom the emotions he was going through, having lost two bonds that day.

I love my brother with all my heart; he was my father figure when I was growing up. As close as we were, however, we didn't have the Saiyajin bond between us. As much grief as I felt in losing him, Dad's suffering was so much worse. It killed me to see him that way, so helpless. This was my father, Goku, savior of the universe, reduced to nothing more than a heartbroken, sobbing child. That's all I could compare him to…a man who was nothing but muscle and brawn, built much larger than myself, seemed to shrink within himself. My broken heart ached for him.

I glanced at the headstone he had been staring at, it was similar to my Trunks' in style, and read Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyajins, Beloved Mate of Kakarot. He had carved the royal symbol of Vejiitasei below the words, and I knew Vegeta would have been pleased. "The headstones are beautiful, Dad. They would be very honored by your work."

His sobs calmed as he pulled away from me, letting his eyes wander from headstone to headstone. "I can't believe they're gone, Goten. We can't get them back. It's as if it did it on purpose…it destroyed Dende and the lookout, it blew up any means of space travel we had, so we can't get to New Namek. Why? Why did it do this?"

"Do you think it was a creation of Dr. Gero?"

"I didn't see the Red Ribbon symbol anywhere on it, but I can't imagine who else would purposely destroy everything I love. Thank Kami you were with me, Goten, so far away. If I'd lost you, too…"

He couldn't finish his sentence; he just grabbed me again, holding me so tightly that I had to struggle to breathe. "Dad? It's getting late, I think we should go inside."

He released me then, his sorrowful eyes stared into mine. "The house is destroyed. Everything is gone, Goten."

It wasn't until then that I took in our surroundings. He was right, the huge yellow dome had been reduced to rubble, along with all the outbuildings. Vegeta's old gravity chamber, which doubled as a space capsule, was gone. The labs, which would have held many various encapsulated space travel vehicles was burned to nothing but ash. We truly had no hope of ever seeing our loved ones again.

We stood, and slowly took to the sky, headed to our old home on Mt. Paozu. Neither of us had eaten since breakfast, but then neither of us was hungry, so we both made our way to our old bedrooms. Shortly, I heard the shower in the master bedroom kick on, and only then realized what a state I was in. I was covered in dirt, ash, and the blood of my beloved Trunks. As much as I needed to shower, to feel clean again, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I had nothing left of him, not even his pillow to hold as I tried to sleep. I couldn't wash his blood down the drain. I needed that morbid reminder of him, lest I forget. That's just how messed up my thinking was that night. I took off my shirt, covered in his dried blood, and lay down on the bed, burying my face into the stiff material.

Saiyajins love blood, that's just a part of our nature. We crave the spilling of it on the battlefield, but even more so, we lust for the taste of it in the throes of passion. The flavor of my Trunks' blood was intoxicating, and I don't think we ever made love that we didn't bite or scratch one another, just to taste the other's essence. The smell of my soiled shirt brought back so many memories of him, of us together. It was all I had of him, and I vowed to never wash it.

My father and I made it through the following days on auto-pilot. Neither one of us had the desire to spar. Dad worked diligently at clearing away the rubble of Capsule Corp. He said he didn't want any help; it was therapeutic to him to labor over our old home. I spent a lot of time in the woods of Mt. Paozu, reliving memories. It was there that Trunks kissed me for the first time; I was only 10 years old, and didn't know what it was that we were doing, because I'd never seen my parents kiss, but I knew it felt wonderful. We promised each other there and then that we'd be together forever; nothing would ever come between us. How quickly those childhood promises are shattered.

At night, we slept together in Dad's huge bed. I know how pathetic it is for a 32 year old man to have to crawl into bed with his father at night, but truthfully, neither one of us could face sleeping alone. An empty bed was a cold reminder of our lost loves; just having another warm body to lie next to was a comfort, even if it wasn't the body we wanted it to be.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months; there was just an empty lot where the giant yellow dome had proudly stood before. Dad had found a few small trinkets that were untouched by the disaster, and we cherished them. Thankfully, a photo album was among the salvaged items, so we could both at least look at pictures of our princes, and of the rest of our family that we had lost.

We seemed to make it through the days well enough. Neither one of us ever seemed to get back that old spark that we'd had before. Not much humor was to be found in the world, very little joy was left, at least for the two of us. It was the nights that were the most difficult to make it through.

One night I woke, lying on my side, with the wonderful sensation of warmth at my back and a gentle hand stroking me between my legs, rubbing me through my sweatpants. In my hazy, sleepy mind, it was my Trunks that was touching me; the realization that he was gone hadn't hit me yet. I lay there unmoving, just enjoying the feeling, until I finally noticed that the scent of arousal that was enveloping me didn't belong to my love. When I realized that it was my father caressing me, lightly grinding his arousal against my backside, I mentally froze. He was too preoccupied to register that I was awake, so I just lay there, pretending to be asleep, while my mind raced about how wrong this was, no matter how wonderful it felt.

Soon, his warmth left me, and I could tell that he had rolled onto his back, and was pleasuring himself. I lay there listening to his motions, feeling the bed shake as he tried to control himself, and not awaken me. Finally, with a grunt he found his relief, and whispered, "Oh, Vegeta."

As horrified as I was by what had just happened, and as ashamed as I was by the fact that I was aroused by it, I understood my father's actions. We were both lonely; we both missed our physical relationships with our mates. Saiyajins are extremely sexual by nature, and the fact that we'd both been without satisfaction these past few months made his actions seem not quite so abhorrent.

The father-son bond that we shared was nowhere near as deep as the one he had shared with Gohan. He had been with my brother from the day he was born, and spent his entire childhood with him, save the times he was dead. Because he wasn't around when I was a young boy, our bond was there, but for us to communicate, we had to purposely speak to one other through our link. I was never so relieved to know this as I was that night, that he couldn't feel my raging, confused emotions, or that I was awake at all.

The same thing happened every night for the rest of that week. The effect that it had on me, however, changed each time it happened. I was no longer sickened by the fact that it was my father molesting me, as if you can molest a 32 year old super Saiyajin, but found myself more and more aroused as the nights passed. Each night, I would wait until I was certain that he was asleep, and creep into the bathroom to relieve the agony between my legs, always praying that he wouldn't find me. I began wearing thinner pants to bed, just so that I could feel the warmth of his hand through the material.

One particularly hot night, I came to bed wearing only boxers, feeling particularly brazen. I was disappointed that my father hadn't touched me for the longest time, and I began to think that he had fallen asleep without his nightly ritual. Just when that thought had crossed my mind, I felt him move behind me, his erection already fully hardened as it pressed against my behind. I heard him whisper against the back of my head, "Forgive me, Goten, I can't help myself." This time when his hand snaked around between my legs, rather than just touching me through the thin cotton fabric, his fingers slipped through the slit in the front of my boxers, and wrapped around my length.

I couldn't control my reaction, as I gasped and bucked my hips. He quickly moved away from me on the bed, mortified that he had been caught. "I'm so sorry, Goten. Oh Kami, I'm so sorry."

I caught his hand as he attempted to get up from the bed. "It's ok, Dad…I know. I've been awake every time." I told him softly.

"What? If you knew, why didn't you stop me?"

"Because I didn't want you to stop." I told him seriously. "It's so lonely being without them. I miss Trunks so badly, and I know you miss Vegeta."

"Goten, I'm so ashamed. It's not right, I know that…but I just couldn't control myself."

"I know, I understand, Dad." I said, pulling him closer to me on the bed. "I've been thinking about it a lot, really, when I'm out in the woods. What would it hurt? If we were together, I mean. It doesn't mean anything, right?"

He just looked at me, his expression one of complete confusion. Leave it to my dad to not understand an outright offer.

"What I mean is, why shouldn't we find comfort with each other? It wouldn't be like we were going out and picking up some random stranger to have sex with, or even worse, dating someone new. No one will ever take Trunks' place, but I need…this."

"But…you're my son, Goten, it's wrong!"

"Why is it wrong now that I'm awake, but it wasn't before?"

"It was still wrong, then. You just didn't know about it."

"The thing is, Dad, I did know, and I enjoyed it. I just don't think it's such a terrible thing. It's only a physical release. Neither one of us is trying to replace our mate; it's not like we're going to fall in love with each other, right? It's something we both need, so why not?"

"I can't, Goten. Vegeta…"

"Would understand. Do you think if things had happened differently, that if you were killed, he'd stay celibate the rest of his life? I just think that if it were the other way around, knowing our mates, they'd have been going at it weeks ago." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work.

"I can't believe we're having this conversation. I can't believe I'm even considering having sex with my own son." He said quietly, covering his face with his hands.

"Tell me, Dad, what's wrong with it? We're both adults, we're very…physical people. Sure, it's taboo for a father and son to have that kind of relationship, but who would know? I'm not going to tell anyone. Everyone I know is gone."

"You're right. I know you're right, Goten. Don't you think it would just be weird, though? I'm your Dad!"

"You're the only other Saiyajin left."

He hung his head and sighed. "You're right again. Kami, you're hard to argue with, Goten."

I couldn't let that opening get by me. "No, I'm just hard."

His eyes grew to the size of saucers, and I had to laugh at him. I really couldn't remember the last time I'd been so lighthearted, I guess the concept of having sex after so many months must've done it to me. I know I hadn't gone without it for more than a couple of days since I was a teenager, and apparently it was making me a little goofy.

I reached over to him, and placed my hand on his crotch, causing him to gasp loudly. "I see I'm not the only one." I chuckled, as I grasped his erection.

He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and moaned. It had been a long time since a hand other than his own had touched him, and he couldn't help but react. "Oh Kami!"

"Like that?" I purred, moving closer to him so that our knees touched, as I began firmly stroking him through his thin pants. He only moaned in response, so I took the next step, putting my free hand behind his neck, pulling him toward me. I claimed his mouth with mine, kissing him hard. I withdrew my hand from his erection, and he groaned deep in his throat, and pulled away. "Goten, I don't think we should do this."

"Don't think, Dad, just feel." I said, as I grabbed the waistline of his pants and ripped the fabric away from his body, exposing him to me. My hand swiftly returned to its former place, firmly tugging at his arousal, causing him to buck his hips against my hand. "That's it, just go with it. I know you like that, I know it feels good."

I reached over to the nightstand on his side of the bed, and fumbled around in the top drawer with my free hand. "Second drawer." He hissed through his teeth, his eyes clenched shut, and his breath coming in ragged pants. I opened the drawer, and found what I was looking for right away, a small tube of lubricant.

"Lay down." I ordered him, and he obeyed immediately. I must say it was a rush to have the strongest being on Earth literally in the palm of my hand. It made me wonder if he was usually uke to Vegeta. Knowing the prince, he probably was. My Trunks and I had equally shared control, and he liked to take it rough when I was seme, so I easily fell into the mindset of the dominant with my father as well.

I released my grip on his erection, and his eyes flew open, flashing disappointment in their black depths. "Not yet, I want you to wait for me." I said, as I slowly uncapped the tube in my hands, and squeezed a small amount onto my fingers. "It's cold." I told him, and he hissed in agreement as I slid two slick fingers into his opening. I was surprised at how tight he was, but I supposed that after so many weeks of celibacy, it was plausible.

He lay and growled, pressing forward against my fingers as I prepared him, I knew he was anxious…hell, I was, too, it had been much too long. His large body writhed below me, and I was relishing his reaction to my fingers inside him. I knew he was ready for me, beyond ready, but I wanted to make him squirm beneath me. I wanted to hear my father beg.

"Do you want me to stop, Dad?" I leaned over him, my fingers still pumping lazily inside of him, and I trailed my bangs over his abdomen, tickling him with my hair and my breath. I let my fingers brush against his prostate every few strokes, reveling in the contortions of his body when I did.

"Nnngh," was all he could say, but that wasn't enough. I wanted to hear him say that he wanted me. I bit down hard on one nipple, just short of breaking the skin. He shouted my name, and raised his hips forcibly off the mattress, so that his erection was pressed between our bodies. "I didn't hear you. Do you want my cock inside you, or should I go to my room and leave you alone?" I said, lapping at the teeth marks I'd left on his skin, then blowing cool air over the wetness, making him shiver.

"No, don't go, Goten."

I pulled my fingers out of his body, and he groaned loudly. "What do you want, Dad? Tell me what you want me to do."

"Oh, Kami." He twisted and turned on the mattress, gripping the comforter in his fists as I teased his chest with my tongue. "Do it, Goten."

"Do what?"

"Damnit, don't tease me, son, just fuck me! Please, fuck me!"

I'd been slicking up my own painfully hard arousal while I was teasing him, not even bothering to take off my boxers, and with no warning, I sheathed myself fully within him in one fierce thrust. He screamed when I hit his prostate with such force, and I knew that the sensations he was feeling from that one stroke, combined with my previous erotic torture had him close to the edge of release.

"Wait for me." I panted. "I'll be angry if you cum before me, hold on to it."

He nodded, biting his lip so hard that his teeth broke through. The smell of his blood in my nostrils made me insane. I started pounding into him roughly, not holding back any of my strength, because I knew I couldn't hurt him, not really. It wasn't long before I could feel that familiar coil in my groin, and I knew it was just a matter of seconds before I went over the chasm of ecstasy.

"Cum for me, Dad! Do it now!" I screamed, my voice bouncing off the walls of the small room. He gratefully complied, his scream joining mine as a great gush of fluid erupted between our bodies, and his muscles clenched around my member, rendering me immobile. I couldn't move, due to the power of his orgasm, and his tightness caused my own release to wash over me like a tidal wave, as I let go of my seed deep within his body.

I collapsed heavily onto him, not ready to relinquish my control over him just yet. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He just shook his head, unable to open his eyes. "We shouldn't have done that, Goten." He whispered. "But Kami help me, I'm damn glad we did."

I kissed him on the lips, much more gently this time, and slid out of him with a hiss. "Me too, Dad, I've got no regrets. We both needed that."

He opened his eyes and looked at me, as I fell onto the mattress beside him, and reached over to pull the end of the comforter to wipe the sticky evidence from our bellies. He chuckled when he saw that I hadn't removed my boxers, but had just taken advantage of the convenient opening. "In a hurry, were you?" he chuckled wearily, as I took the soiled underwear off, and tossed it into the corner.

"Yeah, you could say that." I smiled at him, my eyes getting very heavy. "Let's get under the covers and go to sleep now, I'm exhausted."

I think I was asleep the minute he pulled the sheet over me.

The next morning, he was already up when I awakened. I took a shower, then went down to the kitchen to find him setting many plates of scrambled eggs and toast on the table. He looked up at me with his cheerful grin that I hadn't seen in weeks, and I couldn't help but smile back at him. It had been so long since either of us had even felt like smiling, and it felt good. "I've got a feeling that today is going to be a good day! I didn't burn the eggs, or the toast!" he said happily.

We did the dishes together, him washing and me drying. We decided that maybe we would feel up to sparring for the first time since that horrible day, and made our way outside into the bright sunshine. We were just ready to launch into the sky, when we felt a large ki signature appear just behind us. We turned abruptly, and were both stunned to see Kaibito standing before us.

"Supreme Kai! What are you doing here?" My father asked in an astonished voice.

"Hello, Goku…Goten. I have someone with me I thought you'd like to see."

From behind the tall god stepped a small, green figure smiling happily.

"DENDE!" we shouted in unison.

"Hi guys!" He said, as if nothing had ever happened, as if he hadn't been killed the day we lost our family.

"What…how?" Was all my father could say.

Kaibito spoke, explaining how the Earth's Guardian came to be standing on our lawn. "Well, I'm sorry that it took so long, and I know you've both suffered terribly over your losses, but the Council of the Kais got together and decided that since the Earth needed a guardian, we should just return Dende to his rightful place."

"Does that mean the dragon balls are back?" I asked, about to jump out of my skin with excitement.

Dende laughed, "Yes it does. Did you have a wish in mind?"

Dad whooped, and lifted the small green god into the air, swinging him around in joy, as I threw myself onto Kaibito, jumping up and down as I hugged him.

"Can you call the dragon now, Dende?" Dad asked, as he finally set the dizzy god back onto his feet.

"Yes, I can, but I'll have to go to the new lookout to do it. We just wanted you to know, first. I'll make the first wish to restore all those killed by that monster to life, and return them to the surface. Since it has been so long, I'm certain they have all been buried by now, and wouldn't have a way to get out if they were resurrected where they lay. The second wish will be to restore all the damage done to the city and all its structures." He explained. "I don't really have a third wish, unless one of you can think of one?"

"No! All we want is to have our family with us again. Please bring them back as soon as possible, Dende! We've missed them so much!" I pleaded.

"I'll go call the dragon right now." He smiled at us both, and I couldn't help but lift the small alien into my arms and hug him.

"Thank you, Dende." I sat him down, and turned to the tall purple god. "Thank you, Supreme Kai. You can't imagine how happy this makes both of us. We've missed them so desperately!"

"You're very welcome, Goten. Your family has been instrumental in saving not only the Earth, but the entire universe from evil so many times that I can't even count them anymore. You more than deserve to be happy. Now go to where your family is buried, and wait for them."

We both thanked them enthusiastically once more, before we flew toward the site where Capsule Corp once stood, and the gravesites of our loved ones. The sky went black just as we landed, and before long a brilliant light flashed over the graves. When it cleared, there stood our family. Our princes.

I ran into Trunks' open arms, my tears were flowing freely as I laughed hysterically. We held each other so tightly that neither one of us could breathe, but I didn't care. I had my Trunks back, and nothing else in the world mattered to me. I could feel his body in my arms, and his presence once again in my mind, and our love for one another rushed through our newly reformed link like an avalanche. I was finally whole, after feeling like only a fraction of myself for so long. My prince was back, and I was the happiest person in the universe.

We kissed for what seemed like hours, there in the middle of our resurrected family, but I couldn't kiss him for long enough. I'd never again be able to get enough of him, and I vowed to myself and to him that I'd never go anywhere without him. We were finally separated by his father forcibly pulling us apart. He had a mischievous smirk on his face, and a large Saiyajin draped over his shoulders, as it was obvious that my father wasn't going to let go of his mate any time soon. "Aren't you going to say hello to the rest of us, brat?"

I can honestly say that I've never been so happy to see Vegeta in my life. I shoved at my father, pushing him off of his mate, and hugged the smaller Saiyajin for all I was worth. When I released him, my brother was standing beside me, waiting for his turn to be welcomed home.

After all the hugs had been given, and all the tears had turned into laughter, we finally made our way into the newly restored domed building, to share our tales of what had happened while we were all apart. We all talked for hours, over a feast prepared by the servo-bots that Dad and I had so missed when we had to fend for ourselves all those many months. As night fell, we all anxiously made our way to our own sections of the compound, to properly express how much we missed our mates.

When we reached our room, I turned to Trunks as he shut the door behind him. "I have something I need to tell you, lover." I said in a quiet voice, so ashamed at what I had to say that I couldn't meet his beautiful eyes.

"What is it?" he asked, as he put his hand under my chin, lifting my face so that I had to look at him. "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."

I had purposely been blocking him from my mind all day, so that he couldn't see what my father and I had done the night before, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to get into our bed with him without telling him my secret.

"Last night…" I couldn't finish, I lowered my eyes as tears began to well up in them.

"I know, lover. I know what happened. I'm not angry with you."

"What?" I gasped, as my eyes flew open. "How do you know?"

"Your dad isn't as good at blocking out his thoughts as you are. My father found out as soon as we got back, and he told me about it. I understand, please don't feel bad."

I threw my arms around his neck, and sobbed on his shoulder. "I can't help it, Trunks, I cheated on you! I thought you were never coming back, that I'd never see you again! I don't know how you can forgive me for that. I should have known that somehow you'd come back to me!"

"Goten, I love you. Nothing will ever change that. You think I don't know what a nymphomaniac you are after nearly two decades? I'm surprised you held out as long as you did!" He laughed, as he pulled back, and dried my tears with his thumbs. "Besides, I have a confession to make, too. Me and Dad…" He didn't have to finish his statement, as images of the two princes together in Otherworld flooded through our link. His cheeks turned pink as he cut off the flow of thought.

"Well you horny little bastard, you!" I laughed at him, after the shock of seeing him in the throes of passion with his own father wore off.

"Well, yeah…you know how it is."

"Yeah, I guess I do." I agreed sheepishly, as I took his hand and dragged him toward our bed. "Let me remind you of how much of a nymphomaniac I can be, hmm?"

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THE END!!

How much fun was that? Goten seme over Goku! BWAHAHA!! Ok, it tickled me at least! And who else but me could turn a good idea for a Goku X Goten into a Trunks X Goten?