Sweet Taste Of Temptation

Part II

Author: yEpErEk "I hope life isn't one big joke... 'cause I just don't get it"
[volatile_vodka@hotmail.com]

Paring: Lust vs. innocence... or in other words Trunks 'n' Goten...hmm well
that's STILL the plan...

Response: I might now show it too well, but I will be more than happy if do...

Rating/Warnings: If you read part 1 then you know what to expect, but just
incase it's otherwise, let me repeat myself --> If you can't cope with emotional
breakdowns, mawkish and nauseatingly sentimental rubbish and if anything
resembling shonen-ai gives you the creeps...well I suggest you politely skip
this page and go onto something more 'interesting'. Thank you for your
co-operation ^_^

***DISCLAMIER:*** Bla bla bla don't own shit...don't understand? Let me put it
more formally --> I don't even own a sane mind, vague sense of reality, the
correct time dimension, fundamental abilities of coordination and speech, even
the smallest writing talent, not to mention the striking deficiency of sense of
humor... so how the hell could I own something like Dragon Ball or any part of
it eh? Add to the above a very impractical brain and you'll know that I would
have never come up with the idea for doing 'the bellow' for money... oh yeah,
and if you are, by any chance, a person with a mind like a razor (sharp and
_narrow_) then for your information I also am in no possession of that thing
ningens call money, so don't waste your precious time and just don't sue me (I
wouldn't have anything suitable to wear to the court anyhow...)...

[P.S. I really don't understand ppl who hate disclaimers...^-^]

Additional Note:

I think that I need to put few words of explanation here [for my own sake... ],
so here it is:

* First of all, 'STOT' from the beginning was not a serious piece of
writing...emmm what I mean is that I wrote it a mind exercise to get away from
all the exam pressure that I was at the time, so in other words this was never
supposed to be my best so don't think that it is [hmmm strange, some people
actually liked it even though the stuff I really put my heart into has been so
far ignored... maybe I'm trying too hard?]

* Secondly, 'STOT' was supposed to be made up of only three parts - a quick
introduction to the situation, the decisive confrontation and a humorous ending.
Yet now, having finished the second part I don't see where and when this is
going to end... well, not as soon as I expected. You might be happy about it as
it means more of mine mawkish trash to read, but I'm getting worried... just
with how much can you cope? Surely, it will get too boring and cliche at some
point...hope not, but we all know that too much sugar gives you a serious tooth
ache ...ah well... we'll see...

Dedication: To [in order of appearnce]Kittie, Rei, vialana and lil Hawk [I
expect a home delivery of a hell big box of cookies ^_-] for being the first
four people: who said something nice about this fic [whilst not being paid for
it], who actually enjoyed it and who motivated me to write more [well at least
sooner than it was planned]. Well, guys this is for YOU so enjoy and be
patient...there's more to come...^-^

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Sweet Taste Of Temptation [II]

" 'Cause I am lost...Living inside myself...Living inside this shell... Living
outside your love...I am lost, somewhere inside my own dreams...Afraid of what
life really means...Living without your love..." [Gino Vanelli]

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{{...15474...15475...15476...}}

The basically unclad body raised and fell at a maniacally steady and constant
rhythm. The absolute silence was gently ruffled by quick, shallow breaths, which
escaped the sweat covered chest in a perfect synchronization with the movement
of the body, as if measuring out the pace. The long hair was carefully tied up
into a strict pony tail, whilst the usually bright and lively eyes were now
firmly shut and only the lips kept, barely noticeably, moving - soundlessly
spelling out the monotonous anthem of his torture...

{{...15481...15482...15483...}}

Twisted streaks of perspiration formed exotic patterns on the broad back, slowly
rolling lower and lower, until they all joined up and flowed down the curve of
the spine, as one big, stinging stream. All the muscles tensed and relaxed in an
invariable and fixed motion, resembling a complex, but lifeless combination of
pistons and pumps. Yet, the sinewy arms slowly started to tremble warningly, all
the back muscle's quivered from the frequent, if not now permanent, cramps and
the body seemed to be gaining more and more weight with every push. {{It won't
be long now...}}

{{...15493...15494...15495...}}

His face twitched in an effort to smile, but it resulted in a painful spasm,
which twisted his face horribly. He knew that he was close to his deranged aim
of exhausting himself to death... well, at least to the desirable
unconsciousness. {{Juuuuuust aaaaaa liiiiiiittleeeeeee biiiiiiit
moooooooreeeeeee....}}

{{...15497...15498...15499...}}

He summoned his supposedly everlasting, but now quickly fading determination and
forced himself to open his eyes...only to automatically shut them back, when the
flood of caustic sweat instantly covered them. Biting hard his lower lip to the
point where metallic taste filled his mouth, he tried again and somehow, this
time withstood the immense pain... Half consciously and blinking viscously, he
saw the floor move away...but soon it approached his face again... it was so
dangerously close, but not close enough to ease his pain and end this madness...
His face twitched and he succeeded in producing something which was supposed to
be an evil grin, but only resembled an amazingly awkward constriction of the
entire face... Staring down at the gray floor, only centimeters from his nose
and completely unaware of the surroundings, he collected all the vim that he had
left, tensing and preparing himself for the final effort... He only had push
himself up once more and then....

{{...1...5...5...0...nooooooo!}}

The brawny body collapsed suddenly, as if someone had cut off invisible strings,
leaving a wearied and miserable heap on the wet floor. For a second he didn't
feel anything... but only for a very brief and volatile second...

He laid there motionlessly, his wet body tangled up on the wonderfully cold
ground, not even attempting to ignore the ubiquitous agony that now reigned the
worthless 'leftovers' of his body. Yet despite his state, he still managed to
evoke, increasing rapidly anger in his benumbed and yet disturbingly attentive
mind...

Primarily and quite pathetically he was just simply mad that despite being so
close to succeeding, he didn't make it {{One push! All I needed was one bloody,
freaking, pitiable push...!!}} Then completely absurdly he cursed the entire
blameless world and anything else he could think of, for not listening to his
silent and yet utterly desperate and naive prayers and as a result leaving him
as damn conscious as he was when he walked in here those few good hours ago...
But most of all he was irrefutably furious at himself for...

....for still remembering...for still wanting...for still being so immeasurably
stupid...

{{I HATE YOU!}} He didn't move a muscle, unable to even pant properly and only
his mind, fully awake, worked away at a hazardous rate, threatening some
irreversible damage if he didn't stop soon that frantic stampede of thoughts.
{{Hate who? Surely not _him_... And why not? I have all the reasons to... After
all this is all his fault... It's because of him that I...that I...feel so
bad...so lonely, so sad and so _bloody_ desperate...especially during those
solitary nights...}} He managed to blink away a tear, slowly forming in his
still tormenting eyes. {{If he would just show the slightest interest... a
tiniest sign would be enough for me to go sky-high with happiness...one small,
special smile would be enough to give me some hope...But nooooo... he has to be
that cold, emotionless bastard who cowardly hides under that meaningless mask of
my supposedly 'best-friend', unable to face the truth...that's it... he's
completely unable of anything...of everything... of understanding, of accepting
and of returning all that I have to give him... He's just too... unaware of the
situation, blind of my state, ignorant of his true blood and... he's just not as
Saiyan as I would like...no, as I would _need_ him to be...}} A quite sigh was
the first sign of life he gave ever since he made that brutal and unexpected
contact with the floor, but he still laid on his stomach with his nose painfully
crushing into the smooth, but hell hard surface of the ground. {{But in the end
it's only _my_ problem, which shouldn't concern anyone else...I have to deal
with it myself...After all I have no right to involve Goten into my own, hormone
driven, emotional problems, just like you can't force someone to love you just
because you have such a caprice... Face it pal, you got a wretched and
meaningless dilemma, you can't cope with it and so you are just purely pathetic,
whilst being unable to blame it on anyone else but yourself... my suggestion...
get laid and get laid soon...then just forget about it... you'll see... it's
easy...}}

"I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!" His hoarse yell made his throat go aflame and the
pounding in his head increased dramatically in frequency...[as if that was still
possible]... whilst his body with a sudden spasm, stiffened and jolted upwards
in his attempt to get up and continue his howl of defeat and sorrow, as he knew
that this ill-defined 'YOU' from the very beginning had only one meaning - T R U
N K S... A name, which he hated thoroughly, together with its owner.... His own,
damned name...

"Are you finished yet?" A mocking snicker. "With all the bellowing that is... or
are you planning a little dance to go with it?"

Sitting in a semi-comfortable position, which was something between a twisted
kneel and a disordered crouch, he opened his mouth with a trenchant decision of
performing another round of clearly audible and just too distinct wails...but
the minute he heard the words of that unexpected intruder of his intimate
privacy, his mouth instantly closed and his jaws slammed hard against each other
with a loud clank, leaving him with shock of pain running up his skull and a
slowly creeping in cramp of the lower limbs.

He blinked few times and stared hard at the small but compact figure, which
leaned against the control panel with arms folded across the brawny chest and a
look that meant nothing good for anyone or anything...He swallowed and felt his
ears go red, not only from embarrassment... as right in front of him stood the
ultimate master of irony, sarcasm and deadly scowls - the Ouji himself... with a
nasty smirk twisting his delicate lips.

{{Uh-oh, must be my lucky day...}} He swallowed again and attempted to play dumb
- "Am I finished with _what_ ?"

Vegeta, stock-still, gazed for a moment at the lamentable mass on the floor,
which resembled everything _but_ his son. One of his eyebrows moved upwards,
indicating his increasing amusement with this whole situation.

"Oh _please_ ...don't tell me that your crotch has taken over the control
_already_..." When he saw Trunks face go purple and white at the same time, he
barely stopped himself from cruel laughter and just snorted, whilst finishing
off his sentence. "...since I somehow can't believe that my dear son, with all
his coolness and solemnity, would give in so quickly to such a pitiful...hmmm...
desire..." Another grim snort. "But that must be the case, since it looks like
you have lost the fundamental ability of thinking straight and of comprehending
your own actions."

The azure-eyed boy felt like he was about to swallow his own tongue. He was
expecting everything from cruel remarks about his weakness to angry shouts for
being lazy, but... never this! {{Damn, as always I underestimated him... but for
once I wished that he wasn't so freaking perceptive...}} Yet, he still pretended
that he had no idea what the current topic of this enchanting conversation was.

"I'm just training, that's all.... My... my crotch, as you subtly call it, has
nothing to do with it...Besides, I really have no idea what you are
insinuating..." He felt blood draining from his face and for some oblivious
reason he had this weird sensation that the air had suddenly gained weight and
now merciless tones of it were crushing him with a very irritating force.
Actually... he's been feel like that ever since he collapsed...

"Who are you trying to fool? Yourself or...maybe your untamed concupiscence?" He
watched for a second as the boy sat down heavily and stared back at him with a
mixture of bewilderment, uneasiness, slight fear and slowly sneaking in anger.
"Which ever it might be, you'll fail soon enough...and I hope it will be very
soon, 'cause I really want to win that bet..."

{{This is not right... this whole situation is completely wrong...}} He licked
his thoroughly cracked lips and took the bait without much hesitation...together
with the whole hook - "...What bet...?"

The Saiyan shifted slightly as if preparing for a cumulative moment and stared
even harder into those amazingly blue eyes, piercing their owner to the floor.
"The bet I made with Kakarrot..."

{{Uh-oh... I know that this is going in the totally wrong direction...}} "I'm
not sure if I want to know, but please enlighten me, by telling what that bet is
about..."

Vegeta smiled a very disturbing smile, as if he knew something that the
demi-Saiyan didn't...or more like he knew what was about to happen and was
actually looking forward to it...

"Well..." Vegeta hesitated...undoubtedly on purpose - the small flames of
anxiety in his eyes gave him away...

{{Kami, this is getting too melodramatic for my capacity...}} "Well?!"

"We both been wondering when you'll finally snap out of that blind trance of
yours and get a move on..." That annoying smile was still there...

"..." He silently waited for his father to continue, feeling more and more like
punching him in order to wipe off that irksome grin.

"So we bet about just how soon you'll get your hands on Kakarrot's brat..."

{{Ok, now I know that I had too much information...}}

"...I said soon, but that idiot said that it will take time since the urchin is
_still_ unwilling..." Another, constantly returning snort.

{{I can't believe I'm hearing this!}}

"He'll loose... I know you too well...After all you have _my_ blood running in
your veins, so I'm sure that it's a matter of days before you get what you
want... It shouldn't be too difficult, since I know that you are the stronger
one and so that brat shouldn't hold too much resistance..." That smile by now
had revealed two rows of beautifully white teeth. "Yeah, as I think of
it...raping that kid shouldn't be too big of a problem for you and you might
actually enjoy it more than you expect..." The evil and ugly grin was a complete
opposite of his casual, emotionless voice, but the demi-Saiyan never noticed
it...

Totally unaware and ignorant of the complete lack of vim what so ever, he sprung
to his feet and heroically lunged himself at the immobile body in front of him,
with furry gushing out of his every pore.

Two seconds later, an even more deplorable heap of tangled up limbs with a
mixture of sanguine fluids appeared by Vegeta's feet, who looked like he hadn't
even blinked, yet alone moved.

For few long moments there was deafening silence, but eventually followed by
increasing in pitch moans and other overall signs of great torment, coming from
the direction where the 'remains' of the demi-Saiyan were sprawled.

Yawning and stretching, the Saiyan took a step over the quickly regaining
conscious mass and headed for the door. "When you finally put all the forlorn
pieces together into one distinguishable form, do please, come and look for me.
I think we need to have a 'lil chitchat sonny'..."

Vegeta was gone before Trunks managed to, literally, pull himself together and
awkwardly rise from the floor, which by now had become his new acquaintance, one
of the type, which was _always happy_ when you 'dropped in' but never quite
managed to show it...well, at least not in the humanitarian way...

He stood there wobbling dangerously and blankly looking around the empty room,
until his legs gave in and he ended up leaning heavily against the control
panel. He then tried to regain balance by using his arms and the metal column,
which bore the large monitor and the rest of command devices, as support, but
didn't quite succeed as the task turned out to be too complicated for his beaten
up and worn out physique. So he just stared at the glass rectangle, which had
large numbers on it and at first those figures didn't mean anything to him...but
so enough some truth of his current situation was revealed, when he finally
realized what the numbers really showed...

A weak smiled formed on his blood stained lips, which quickly transformed into a
vile grin, followed by a loud slamming of his fist on the metal board. {{Should
have guessed straight away... my dear, loving and caring father has increased
the gravitation level...}} ... leaving it at a point which normally caused him
some serious problems with moving, so taking into account his current state it
was truly amazing that he managed to get up from the floor... twice...

Well, at least he knew why he didn't succeed in that final push - Vegeta must
have been standing there for some time and chose the best moment to do that
little prank of his... {{Very amusing, very very funny and totally freaking
annoying!...and really... I seriously don't understand why mother thinks that he
has a great sense of humor.}}

He wiped his mouth with his arm, forgetting completely that he had been training
in only a pair of tight shorts and so he was slightly surprised when he saw the
large smudge of blood on his bare skin. It didn't look good at all... Few quick
glances at the rest of his body revealed that the rest looked just as 'lovely' -
partly because of all those hours of demented training, but mainly as a result
of his unbelievably stupid assault on the 'poor 'n' harmless' Vegeta. {{Think
next time... or at least check the gravitation level first...}}

It was true - he was no greater obstacle for the Ouji, when the gravity was set
at the medium level - a level which for him still was a challenge, but Vegeta
didn't even notice a difference between it and the normal one. Well, his father
had the obvious advantage of having been training in the Gravity Room for Kami
knows how long...and he had just started.

{{Who would have ever thought that I would come here to work out? And why?
Because I have to have my mind focused on something... on something _else_}} A
long sigh, like always at such moments, escaped his bruised chest as he switched
off the gravitation and slowly made his way to the adjacent showers.

{{But even this doesn't work... hmmm at least I don't have to see _him_
anymore...but I don't know if that is as good as I thought it would be...}} He
untied his hair, letting it fall loosely to his shoulders, stepped into the
cabin and turned on the hot water, which soon enough, soothingly massaged his
tightened muscles and the various bruises which his father had left on his body
as a 'memento'. {{After all, the lack of his presence in my life has only
increased those everyday tortures and only the constant, unceasing drills in the
GR somehow keep me sane, by making me so exhausted that eventually I'm unable to
think about anything else but a warm, comfortable bed... but even then those
small memories of him creep into my fatigued mind, starting with the fact that
the bed is empty... oh when will this madness end? Maybe when I'll go totally
insane or when I'll kill everyone, including him... or maybe _especially_ him?}}
A faint smile quivered his lips, even though he was faaaaaar from being amused.
{{Great, looks like I'm loosing it already...}}

He grabbed for the soap and started the slow, caressing process of laving his
fine body... wishing painfully that someone _else_ was there to help him with
that. {{And then we have our dear Vegeta, who had decided that due to lack of
other entertaining activities, he would pick on his son and his current
emotional drama that he's so happily acting out... }} He scrubbed an especially
painful spot on his torso and twitched as a result, wondering if real severe
pain is the answer - the way to blissful obscurity. {{Yep, must definitely try
it out... if training doesn't work, maybe lethal sparrings with dad would do the
trick... as long as I'm able to pull him away from Goku and their
'spaaaaaarsssssss'...}}

He dropped the soap and turned his attention to careful and difficult job of
washing the long strands of silky hair and getting his fingers constantly
tangled up in it. {{How ironical... Here I am caught up in an impossible
emotional mire, whilst that passionless man who couldn't even show the slightest
affection to his wife and son, got himself a first-class lover - the most naive
man in the world... and I can't even communicate properly with the object of my
adoration... either there's something seriously wrong with me or... hmm I have
bad luck? Should I really get superstitious? Maybe I'll ask grandma for some
love potions...}} He stopped his frantic process of basically ripping out half
of his beautiful hair, whilst attempting to free his hands and blinked hard few
times, before sighing again and continuing. {{Am I desperate or what? Besides
what does he want from me anyway? He had his fun already...I think it was enough
that he scared the living daylight out of me and at the same time provoked me
into an assault, which clearly showed what a cheesy lover-boy I truly am}} He
slammed his fists against the tiles, making them crack slightly and leaned his
forehead against the wall {{Fuck, I had enough of this paranoiac situation!...
I'll see what he wants and then... ahh hell... I'll either talk to Goten face to
face or I'll leave this damn world once and for good... hoping that somewhere
out there I'll find a good enough substitution of that gorgeous idiot...}}

He turned off the water and grabbing for the towel, stepped out with a very
determined look on his face. {{It's a deal.. either I'll find the guts to end
this delusive absurdness and live a happy ever after or I'll pack my things and
leave without one word, to never come back... So this is it - true happiness
with Goten by my side or a cowardly life of a runaway in the cold unknown...}}

Having put on some earlier pre-prepared clothes, he closed the Gravity Room and
headed for the kitchen, where he was surely to find his father... and Kami knows
what else.

THE END

yEpErEk

[To be continued... somewhere, somehow]