Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

~POV: Son Goten~

It's more than a feeling, and I know it. You know something's happening when your heart races, you start sweating, and you feel like you'll die at any moment if the object of your desire refuses to love you.
My sensei says it's something called "courtly love."

I say it's natural.

You see, my race is slightly...abnormal in that regard. My father says there were very few females, and those that were produced were highly coveted. However, we still found ways to reproduce. We adapted. When the males mated, they would decide which one of them would bear the child. It was usually the stronger one, as Saiya-jin labor, for either sex, is very difficult.Of course, Otousan got the information from his own lover, so it could be a complete lie. But I seriously doubt a prince would tell tall tales about such a matter...

"Son Goten!"

Shaking my head, I jump slightly in my seat. //Oh, dear Mother of God...// Long, pointed nose, harsh eyes, thinning gray hair pulled tightly back into a bun, and a mouth that looks as if it's constantly sucking a lemon. Staring right at me. I quickly pretend I've been listening. "Hai!"

Brandishing a ruler, Akuma-sensei raps my desk smartly. "Don't try to fool me, young man! You've been daydreaming again. If this doesn't cease, effective immediately, I'm going to send a note to your father!"

"Which one?" I mutter under my breath. Vegeta has become sort of a father figure to me, now that I think about it. He's really not that bad once you get to know him, and although he can appear to be cruel, cold, and calculating, he can be truly funny when he puts his mind to it. He and dad really love each other, which is nice, considering it gives me the perfect opportunity to spy on my own obsession.

You can only pretend to like girls for so long.

"Did you say something, young man?"

"Iie. Gomen'nasai."

"See to it that you don't phase out again. Now, if you'll kindly open your books to page thirty-four, we'll begin..."

"Goten-chan!"

//Kuso...//

I feel a sudden, tight pressure on my arm, and don't even bother looking to see who or what the Hell it is. "Konnichi'wa, Yukaisha-san."

She releases my arm, and pouts slightly. "Oi, what's wrong with you? You don't seem happy to see me!" Yukaisha is really quite pretty, for a girl. Big gray eyes, a fair complexion, and shoulder-length black hair. She looks kind of like my own mother, except for the eyes. She deserves someone nice, someone who'll look after her.

Just not me.

//Now THERE'S a thought! Maybe I'm not happy to see you! Awwe, Yukaisha-san, you are so damn intelligent! I never would have thought of that!// I lower my eyes. "Gomen'nasai, Yukaisha-san. I'm just a little...preoccupied. Lots of homework, you understand." I quickly think up something to say. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like she's buying it.

"But Akuma-sensei hardly gave us any!"

"Not school work, for the most part, but I have a lot of stuff to do around the house."

"Unh... Alright, look, I'll stop by later, okay?"

"No!"

"Nani?!"

"Gomen'nasai, but my father needs the phone."

"What does the phone have to do with anything?"

//Busted...//

As I begin to fumble for a response, I hear a voice that sounds like it came from Heaven. "Goten-kun!"

Turning, I see a beautiful, purple-haired God running towards me. His long, smooth, even strides create the effect not of running, but of water flowing. My face breaks out into a large grin, even as my palms become drenched in a cold sweat. "Trunks-kun!"

He skids to a halt next to me, his hair flopping into his eyes. Looking at Yukaisha, he blinks. "What's going on?"

Yukaisha pouts, glaring at me. "Goten-chan says I can't drop by later because his father needs the phone!"

"He does. Conference call. Can't have anyone over at all, since it could be disruptive."

//Trunks, you are a LIFESAVER.//

Yukaisha frowns, then smiles. "Then Goten-chan and I can go somewhere else!"

Fortunately, she misses the pleading look I cast in my friend's direction. Taking my cue, Trunks shakes his head. "Sorry. Goten-kun and I already had plans. Maybe another time, hai?"

Sighing, Yukaisha rearranges her books and turns. Walking away, she calls back over her shoulder. "Another time, then. Jaa ne!"

I have to restrain myself from grabbing Trunks and kissing him full on the mouth. "Trunks-kun, you have truly saved my life. I owe you one."

He smiles. "I'll make a note of it."

"C'mon, lets go home. Our fathers are probably waiting for us."

"Nope. We have somewhere to go first."

"Huh?"

"Somewhere to get dinner. My choice. You're buying."

"NANI?!"

"Hey, you owe me..."



Was that my first date with a guy? Hrm, sure felt like the first one I ever went on with a girl. That whole nervous, dry-throated, bumbling idiot feeling.
Plus, my wallet is a whole lot lighter.

We ate American for once. It was interesting, but definately not my favorite. Trunks seems to like it, though. Maybe I can learn.

Did he purposely run his foot up my leg when we got up from the table? When I looked at him after he did it he got one Hell of a blush and mumbled something that sounded like an apology. Then, when we got back to the Capsule Corporation, he immediately went to his room, not even bothering to say hello to our fathers.

Nothing like him at all.

Sitting on the largest, highest branch of my favorite tree out back, I look up at the stars. Father's mate pointed out where his home planet once was. I have to strain my eyes to find the spot, a deep reddish cloud against the blackish-blue sky, hidden by the light of millions of stars.

The sound of feet landing on the branch behind me makes me jump, and I turn around. Trunks' father is standing there, and he walks over to me, sitting down and crossing his legs. He offers me a small smirk. "Looking for home?"

I nod. "Do you miss it at all?"

Vegeta sighs. "There's a saying... Optimum est pati quod emendare non possis."

I blink. "Nani?"

"It's Latin. 'It is better to endure what one can not change.' There's nothing I can do about what happened. I don't even think about it much."

"Surely you MUST have some fond memories of it..."

"Hnn... Vegeta-sei was a big dirt clod in the middle of the gallaxy. It was of no real value, it's only purpose being to serve as a base for the Saiya-jin race."

He turns piercing black eyes upon me, and I begin to feel incredibly small. He flicks his tongue out of his mouth, running it across thin lips. Otousan is right. I don't mean to lust after father's mate, but he IS cute.

"Goten-san, tell me the truth. Do you love my son?"

I fall off the branch.

Fortunately, I manage to grab another one on my way down, and clamber back up to where I was. "NANI?!"

Vegeta smiles, something rare for him. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Goten-san."

"But...but he doesn't feel the same way."

"Actually, he does. He's just scared and ashamed to admit it."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not. Goten-san, listen to me. He loves you. I want you to...talk to him. But be careful."

"Why be careful?"

"Because if you're not, you might scare him off completely. Goten-san, he's falling apart. I...I don't want to see him like this."

"You're actually sounding like a father."

"Hmph. It is the duty of a Saiya-jin male to look after his cubs. Goten-san, I'm asking you as a friend. Please do this."

Wait a minute. Vegeta asking a favor? "Is it okay with you?"

"Would I be asking if it weren't?"

//I suppose you wouldn't be...//

"I...I'll talk to him. Tonight."

"Good boy. Go ahead, he's in his room. And remember what I said..."

"Be careful. I know."

"You'd better..."


He's sleeping. My breath catches in my throat as I enter the room. It's bathed in pale, silvery moonlight, the beams streaming in through the window. Moving closer, I examine my love.
The moonlight makes his already fine skin appear even paler than normal, a fine, china white. It does accent the lavender hair, however, shimmering off the soft strands like a halo. He's naked except for a towel wrapped around his lithe hips, and the smallest amount of water still clings to his bare flesh.

//Beautiful...//

He rolls over onto his back, casting an arm across his eyes in an unconscious effort to shield them from the moonlight. The towel slips off, and I swallow hard. He certainly is...well-endowed. His muscles aren't that bad, either.

Crossing swiftly and silently to the window, I draw the curtains closed. This boy is mine, and mine alone. The world doesn't need to see him.

Situating myself on the edge of the bed, I gently brush a stray lock of hair from Trunks' face, tucking it behind his ear. He murmurs slightly, shifting his position on the bed. As he rolls, his stomach comes into contact with my knee. //Oh, shit...//

Large blue eyes slide slowly open, the pupils almost completely dialated. They contract in a matter of milliseconds when they see me, however. "Goten-kun! What are you doing here?"

Reaching out, I flick on the lamp next to Trunks' bed. In the light, I can see that he's blushing slightly. His hair is towseled, and he quickly reaches for the towel to cover himself. I grab the piece of cloth before he can, however, and hide it behind my back.

"Ah ah ah, Trunks-kun. We mustn't be ashamed..."

The blow that lands across my face, snapping my head to the side, silences me. As I turn to look at him again, I realize what I've done. His face is contorted into a grimace of pure rage, but tears still run down his cheeks. He's wrapped a sheet around his waist, and has scooted himself back against the headboard. I reach out a hand to brush the tears from his face, but he slaps it away.

"Don't you dare touch me!"

"Trunks-kun..."

"Chikushoume!"

I blink. I don't think I've ever heard him swear directly at me before. His father, yes, but all in good humor. Otousan, yes, but the same applies. But this has real emotion, fear and hatred.

"Trunks-kun, listen to me. Please. Your father asked me to come and see you"

"You're lying!"'

"Trunks-kun, I have never lied to you once in my life. Please, hear me out just this once."

His head nods almost imperceptibly, but his demeanor relaxes somewhat. He moves a little bit closer to me, keeping the sheet clutched tightly around himself. Taking a deep breath, I try to figure out where to begin.

"Tonight, after dinner. Did you do that on purpose?"

"Do what?"

I give him a look that leaves no room for debate. "You know what, Trunks-kun. Just answer my question."

He blushes, and buries his head in his hands. His reply is both mumbled and muffled, but I can still understand what he says.

"On purpose..."

I feel my heart jump. //Trunks-kun...// I reach out my hand and put it on his knee. He stiffens under my touch. I smile slightly. "There's nothing to be ashamed of..."

Trunks' eyes light up at my words, and his face flushes. "Okay for YOU to say, you who has girls practically crawling all over you and worshipping the ground you walk on! I'm..." He pauses. "I'm just not sure where I stand right now. Some girls like me, and I just don't know how to handle...how to handle..."

"Not liking them, am I right?"

"H-hai..."

I smile gently, taking his hand in my own. "I don't like them either, Trunks-kun." I laugh softly as his eyes widen. "What, you mean you didn't know?"

He shakes his head furiously, violet hair shimmering as it catches the lamplight. "I...you...you mean you're..." I nod. "Yep."

Running a slender, tapered hand through his hair, he looks quizzically in my direction. "When did you know? I mean, about being..."

"Gay?" I cut him off. He nods slightly. I grin, then suddenly realize this is no time to joke around. I look directly into his blue eyes, giving him the answer that is both the truth and what I know he wants to hear. "Since I first got to know you."

I swear I can hear his jaw dislocating as his mouth drops violently open. "I...what...you...me...love...NANI?!" he splutters. Reaching out, I caress his cheek, smiling gently. "Uh-huh. Ever since I can remember."

Tightening my grip on his hand, I pull gently, encouraging him to move closer. To my surprise, he pushes himself onto his knees, and crawls over to sit directly in front of me. Suddenly, his face splits into a broad grin. Grabbing my arm with his free hand, he gives a tremendous tug, pulling me right into his lap. I grunt as my face connects smartly with his muscular chest, and clutch my nose to see if it's broken.

It's not, I notice thankfully, but it still hurts like a bitch. Looking up into his face, I glare. "Dat wathn't fubby, Tlunksth-kun..." He grins, sliding his hands down my sides to rest in the small of my back. "Oh, I don't know about that, Goten-kun. I thought it was VERY funny." My eyes widen, and his smile broadens. He bends towards my face, until his nose is less than an inch away from mine. "May I?"

I nod dumbly. He flicks out his tongue, gently running it over my lower lip. I groan, and open my mouth. He continues his exploration of my lips for a few seconds more, before dipping gently inside, rubbing his tongue against mine. At the same time, he finds the small, furry circle where my tail once connected to my body and presses it. My eyes fly open, before I grab his head and pull it closer to mine, sealing our lips in our first, full-fledged kiss. He continues to fondle that one spot low on my back, and I hear a low keening sound force itself from my throat and mouth.

"T-Trunks-k-kun..." I manage to gasp out before another crescendo of sensations washes over my aready overloaded senses. Smiling, he leaves off the prodding and stroking to slide his fingers around the waistband of my gi pants. I feel him fumbling to untie my belt, while continuing to kiss me. Pulling gently away, I help him, tugging off my shirt as I do so. I laughingly note how much harder this is for me, since I'm completely clothed.

Finally, I manage to get enough distance to pull my pants and boxers off as well. A look of anticipation mixed with a touch of fear enters Trunks' blue eyes, and I sit back on my heels for a minute, letting him get used to me. The fear slowly deminishes, leaving only a gaze filled with love and desire. Moving closer, I gently kiss him, sliding my tongue into his eager mouth, while groping wildly in a drawer of his bedside table for anything that might serve as a lubricant. I manage to succeed in knocking the lamp to the floor, where it shatters. Trunks grunts, and I think he'd probably be complaining if he could find enough breath to do so.

Finally, my fingers close around a small bottle that feels promising. Plucking it from the drawer, I move it into the sliver of my vision that isn't centered on Trunks' face. //Massage oil?// Pulling away from Trunks, I inspect the container more closely. I open it, inhaling its sharp, spicy odor.

I look down at Trunks when I hear a small whimper issue from his throat. His eyes are half shut, but the pupils are so dialated that the visible portion appears black. "Goten-kun...please...don't stop..." Smiling, I run one finger down his hard length. His eyes snap open and he lets out a strangled moan. "Oh God, PLEASE don't stop!"

I find it hard to control myself, and want to just take him, claim him, right here and now. //No,// I tell myself firmly, //make it slow. Special. Make it last. The first time only happens once...// Gently, I roll Trunks over onto his stomach, maneuvering myself so that I'm straddling his hips. Sitting gently on his rear, I stalwartly ignore my own arousal as I pour a small quantity of the oil into my hand. I hold it there for a moment, heating it with my ki, before dribbling it onto his back and shoulders. I begin to rub, working the oil into his skin, feeling tightened muscles relax slightly. Trunks moans, and it takes all my control not to simply give up and push into him.

"Goten..." I shush him, gently kneading the base of his neck, before moving further southward. Trunks grips the end of the mattress tightly as I spread his legs, running one finger gently around the tight ring of muscle. Pouring more oil onto my fingers, I first work one, then two, into his tight opening. Trunks cries out, and I feel the untried area tear slightly. Withdrawing my fingers, I lean over to whisper softly in my love's ear. "It doesn't have to go any further that this. Not if you don't want it to." Violet strands shimmy furiously as he shakes his head. "No...God, no...don't stop...please...keep going..."

Smiling to myself, I resume the task at hand. He doesn't cry out this time, and relaxes so that there's less tearing. This time there are loud moans of pleasure, and Trunks arches into my hand. I move my free hand to fondle the stump of his tail. Trunks throws his lavender head back, emitting a cry so loud I'm afraid his father or mine will hear it.

In the meantime, my arousal informs me that if it doesn't get relief some time within the forseeable future, I will either explode before I can satisfy my lover or die. Withdrawing my fingers a second time, I croon to Trunks as he groans with disappointment. Pouring a liberal amount of oil into my palm, I coat my shaft, before rubbing the remainder of the liquid in my hand around Trunks' opening. Positioning myself carefully, I pause for a moment. "Are you sure you want this?"

"God, yes! Just do it, please!"

I do it. Gently, slowly, I push myself into him, groaning. Trunks moans loudly, and arches into me again. I slide my hands between the black satin sheets and my lover's body. My left hand moves to rub and pinch Trunks' tight, hard nipples. The other...

Trunks buries his face in his pillow to stifle a scream as my right hand finds his manhood and begins to rhythmically rub and stroke, encouraging him. Finally, even the pillow isn't enough to muffle his cries, and he throws his head back, panting. My own thrusts are becoming faster and more frantic, as I seek my own relief. Finally, I can't hold it any more, and I give one last, hard thrust, finding my climax. My hand tightens around Trunks' length involuntarily, and I hear his hoarse cry as he finds relief with me. I can feel both of our bodies tense, and we hold the position before finally collapsing with sheer exhaustion. Fluids from both of our bodies spill onto the sheets, mixing and becoming indistinguishable from each other.

Minutes pass before I have enough strength to withdraw from Trunks' body, and I roll off him to collapse on the bed. I look at his face. His eyes are closed, and he's panting, trying to regain some semblance of a rhythm to his heartbeat. "Trunks..."

He moans a response, before hooking one arm over my shoulders and pulling himself to me. I wrap my arms around him, hands gently rubbing his back. He lifts his face from my chest and presses his lips to mine. "Goten..." I kiss him gently back, as my mind tries to remember something. Finally, it clicks. After otousan and Vegeta first mated, they both ended up sporting bite marks on their necks. I seem to remember Vegeta saying something about that being a sign of "marking one's mate," proclaiming that they're yours.

I pull away from Trunks' kiss, and position my teeth in the spot where his right shoulder meets his neck. He tenses for a moment, before he realizes what I'm doing. One quick bite is all it takes. I sink my teeth into the muscle, and Trunks cries out at the combination of pleasure and pain. I remain there for a moment, feeding on the sweet, sticky blood. I'm interrupted by a pair of teeth sinking into my own flesh. I release Trunks, and moan as he laps at the puncture made by his teeth.

Finally, we lay still, secure in each others' embrace. Trunks gently nuzzle my neck with his nose, and I plant a light kiss on his forehead. Then a sudden thought hits me. "Oh, shit..." Trunks looks at me, his eyes reflecting his worry. "Goten? What's wrong?"

I chuckle as the absurdity of the whole situation hits me. My chuckles soon give way to full-blown laughter, and tears of mirth begin to course down my cheeks. I gasp for breath. "What...what are we...g-gonna tell...Yukaisha-san?" I manage to stutter. Trunks joins my laughter, and brushes a light kiss against my lips. "Oh, don't worry Goten. I'm sure you'll think of something. You always do..."

~End POV~

Two men stood on a large tree limb, looking up at a certain window in a certain house. Goku gently wrapped an arm around his mate's waist. "How do you think they made out?"

Vegeta pretended to ponder the question for a minute, before a rare and unusual genuine smile cracked his face. "Well, by the sound of it. Very well..." The Saiya-jin no Ouji ducked his head as Goku swiped at him. "Eavesdropper..." Vegeta smiled slyly, sliding his own arm around Goku's waist. "I suppose I am, at that."

The tall Saiya-jin's demeanor became serious as he returned his gaze to the window. "Honestly, Vegeta, how do you think it will work out?" The prince pulled his mate's face to his, brushing a kiss across Goku's lips before answering. "Don't worry, Goku. They take after their fathers. Somehow, I'm sure they'll be okay."

Goku sighed happily, and kissed Vegeta passionately. The Saiya-jin no Ouji cast his eyes to a reddish dust cloud in the sky before he let them slip closed in surrender. He did miss Vegeta-sei, in a way. //But it was nothing compared to what I have now. Aishiteru, Goku...//

Author's Note :

There. It's done, overwith. ^^ Actually, I think it's kind of good for my first yaoi lemon. ^-^ Now, a few notes about spellings, grammar, etc. Please read these before asking questions.

Early in the story, when Goten and Trunks speak to each other, they use the honorific "-kun." Later on, namely after "the act," they don't. There is a reason for this. "-kun" is an honorific title used in the place of "-san" or "-sama" when speaking or referring to a younger person or a collegue. It is the equivalent of Mr./Mrs./Ms./Miss in American. Intimate couples in a private setting may choose to drop the use of honorifics, and simply call each other by their first names (for Gods sakes, PLEASE don't call your father or your boss or anyone superior to you by their first name, or even just their last name in Nihon *Japan, you dumb Americans... -_-*! At least use our "dumb American" Mr. or Mrs. Not to do so is considered an EXTREME insult). Note that Vegeta and Goku do this as well. ^-^

No, Vegeta calling Goku "Goku" at the end of the story was not a mistake. I did that completely on purpose. Don't ask me why, it just seemed right. More intimate. Everyone else is doing it. All the cool people like Gianna-chan, Alithiel, etc. do it. You should do it, too.

There are some name puns in the story. For example, Akuma-sensei is Goten's teacher. "Akuma" is Japanese for devil, demon, Satan, or devilish person. Akuma-sensei seems pretty evil to me. How about you? "Yukaisha" is the Japanese word for "abductor" (loosely translated). Notice how Yukaisha-san tries to abduct Goten from under Trunks' nose. Bad, bad Yukaisha-san! -_-

Massage oil? Yes I KNOW it's unoriginal (Vegeta used it in Gianna-chan's "Ro'sha" fic), but give me a break! It's a little more plausible that Trunks, who'd never had sex with a boy before in his life, would have THAT in his drawer than a bottle of lube. Cheezo... What did you want me to use, chocolate sauce?

And I apologize for my lack of variations for anatomical names during "the scene." There were only so many names I could think of for the dreaded "P word," and "erection" didn't seem to appeal to me at the moment. Sowwy... -_-;; Hey, YOU try writing a lemon at one in the morning...

And the black satin sheets? I own a set. VERY comfey... ^-^

More notes on translations:

- "Chikushoume" means "son-of-a-bitch."
- "Kuso" means "shit" (also spelled "k'so" some places).
- "Gomen'nasai" should be pretty obvious... "I'm sorry."
- "Konnichi'wa" can mean either "hello" or "good afternoon." In this story, it means the latter.
- "Jaa ne" means "see you later." Please don't say this to your boss. It's generally used between close friends (I say it to Eimaj and Mandy on a constant basis ^-^).
- "Iie" means "no."
- "-sensei" is an honorific title applied to a teacher, master, etc., or someone in a professional field (i.e., a doctor).
- "-chan" is an honorific used after a person's name to express intimacy and affection. For example, I won't stop calling Eimaj "Eimaj-chan" until he gets me that 12" Vegeta action figure for Christmas. Hear me, Eimaj-CHAN? (I love messing with his mind... ^-^)
- "Nani" means "what?"
- "Otousan" means "father."
- "Aishiteru" means "I love you."
- "Hai" means "yes."

You're a baka if you didn't know at least one of these. A "baka" is an "idiot."

Yes, I CAN curse fluently in Japanese. I can say a lot of other conversational stuff as well. O'genki desu ka? ^-^ If you have a question, ask me and I'll answer it if I can.

Yes, I also know Latin. That phrase Vegeta says is completely correct.
Whenever a character uses a phrase like "Mother of God," I am in no way promoting any religion. I am an Athiest. I don't care what other people think. Just kidding about the not caring part. But I AM an Athiest.

Vegeta is a sexy bitch. Bottom line. ^-^

And "gi pants" are like those pants Goku wears all the time... you know, the ones that make him look like he's got a permanent wedgie. ^^;;

(sighs lazily as Vegeta feeds her some Craisins, those yummy dried cranberries) Hey, Gianna-chan likes her cheese and Gatorade Frost (smacks the woman from "Who Wants to be a Millionare?" who took about five minutes to remember that there was a lightning bolt on the Gatorade bottle, not an alligator), I like my Craisins (mumbles) andmybrother... ::coughcough:: -^.^- (blushing face)

Thanks for sticking with me, and I hope you enjoyed the fic! ^-^ Sayoonara!