AUGUST 2017
*****Bill Murray and the rest of the Murray brothers are opening a Caddyshack themed restaurant in the Plaza hotel in Rosemont, Il. They opened a similar eatery in Florida in 2001.** Bill Murray also got the ESPY for Chicago cubs best moment. Michelle Obama honored Eunice Kennedy Shriver at the ESPY’s for the Special Olympics.
***** Tarantino is doing the next Manson movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*****Dec. 2017: Psych the movie. YES!
*****Some republicans are working on introducing a bill that would force future Presidents to release their tax returns.
*****Alice Cooper discovered he had a Warhol, “little electric chair”, 40 years after the fact. The find was rolled up in a tube in a storage locker.
*****It is so funny how Kelly Ripa looks so happy and bright when Anderson Cooper is on but not so much when that boar Seacrest is next to her.
*****Days alert: Sami will be back in the fall and look for her and Nicole to clash. We will see more of Xander but Dario is headed out of our lives. Chad and Gabby are over and look for Chad and Abigail to reunite if she survives. Is Ben Weston back in town or just in Abby’s mind? Did she see him the night of Deimos’ murder? Could she be the killer and could Chad be protecting her as she has been protecting him?
*****Another victim of John Wayne Gacy was recently identified as Jimmy Haakenson, a Minnesota runaway.
*****The Rockford Peaches are being celebrated . July 27 brought hundreds of girls and women to Beyer stadium in Rockford to play. Some of the 40’s and 50’s peaches were in the movie “A League of Their own” ,that sparked a resurgence in interest. Also in the works just across the street is The International Women’s Baseball Center.
***** Did you ever notice how often Kroger products are used on television? I am forever seeing their store brand in scenes across many networks in many scenes. I think it is because they have a very generic look.
*****It sounds like the Richard Pryor story will come to the screen. It should be exciting with Tracy Morgan as Redd Foxx and Oprah as Pryor’s Grandmother.
*****CBS and the BBC are joining forces in the tradition of Edward R. Morrow who used to report from the BBC.
*****Two topless women jumped on stage in Germany to protest Woody Allen as he played clarinet. The women read a letter Dylan Farrow once wrote to her father that alleged sexual abuse. Security guards took them away amid boo’s from the audience. Allen called the incident “stupid.”
*****Steve Martin and the Steep canyon rangers have a new album, ‘The long awaited album.’
*****Bill Brady is the newest state senator in Illinois. Is there finally an end to the budget crisis in the state? Several states have these issues but Illinois has been at the bottom of the heap, rated junk. Now that a few republicans have crossed the line to come to an agreement, can they start to pay all the bills they owe?**Chris Christie has helped to lead New Jersey to the bottom as well. They closed parks and beaches due to financial constraints. He used a beach that had been closed to the rest of the state for his 4th of July celebrating. He basically told the people that if they were Mayor, they could use the mayoral house to do it themselves but they aren’t. The only good it seemed to do was the fallout helped him reach a decision about the budget so things could reopen.
*****Jawara Mcintosh, son of Peter Tosh, is in a coma after being beaten in a New Jersey jail.
*****OMG: Does everyone know that the NRA lobbied to be sure that there is no central electronic database for gun records? When police are requesting registration on a gun after an incident, the centers 50 employees must search thru microfilm or boxes of paperwork. How do they sneak this stuff in without alarms being raised? We must pay attention!! Let’s change this for the cats at the ATF tracing center.
*****Germany has legalized same sex marriage.
*****VP Pence tells us: “Under President Trump, American security will be as dominant in the heavens as we are here on earth.”
*****Hobby lobby owners are putting together a Bible museum. They were caught smuggling black market antiquities out of ISIS territory. They claim stupidity but were warned before they even started this venture. Luckily, the artifacts were intercepted by the government and returned.
*****Hooray for Ronan Farrow and others who are working hard on the voter ID mess. Conservative politicians need to quit targeting minorities and the poor and just let us all vote. Let’s just keep things fair, is that too much to ask?
*****I am intrigued by the ads for the new show Guest Book on TBS.** People of Earth is back!!
*****The Government ethics director, Walter Shaub resigned. He claims there were many conflicts of interest and the White house fought him every step of the way. He has seen nothing like it in any republican or democrat administration.
*****HBO’s tour de Pharmacy was funny and had so many famous faces. The faux doc included references from Arby’s to a small misshapen penis and was narrated by Jon Hamm. The cast includes Mike Tyson, Will Forte, Orlando Bloom, Kevin Bacon, Maya Rudolph, Jeff Goldblum, Danny Glover, Freddie Highmore and Julia Ormand. I was a bit uncomfortable at the Lance Armstrong stuff. He was worth a chuckle at first but it got old. I admit that he is not my favorite person. I guess you gotta take the $ where you can.
*****The History channel ran a doc about Amelia Earhart. The claim was that there was a pic that may be Earhart and her navigator Fred Noonan after she disappeared. This leads one to believe that they were taken prisoner by the Japanese. A history blogger disagrees , saying that the photo is from a book published 2 years before they were lost in 1937.
*****The impeachment marches seemed to get zero coverage. There were a few small mentions a couple of days later but for the most part they were ignored. I am so glad I was there. The people are speaking. The media needs to stop bending over backwards not to poke the bear and let us speak! I am glad the media is making us aware of all the lies going on in the White house. It would be refreshing to get away from the talking heads once in a while and take it to the grass roots resistance growing. Hasn’t this been part of the problem all along? Isn’t this what everyone bitched about right after the election?
*****Volvo will go totally electric or hybrid starting 2019.
***** The Emmy noms have been announced with some surprises. The biggest travesty is no nod for Michael Mckean for Better Call Saul. Some nominations were well deserved though. Lead actress drama should go to Keri Russell but Elisabeth Moss and Viola Davis are awesome as well. Some of my other faves were Bob Odenkirk and Matthew Rhys for actor in a drama. Big little lies brought 2 lead actress picks for Nicole Kidman and Reese Witherspoon but Feud has to win for either Jessica Lange or Susan Sarandon or both. Feud is loaded with noms for costumes, director, music, hair, and supporting actor for Stanley Tucci, Alfred Molina, Judy Davis and Jackie Hoffman. Rupaul is the only thing going in the reality category. In comedy there is Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin as well Julia Louis Dreyfuss and a lot more for Veep and Atlanta. Jeffrey Tambor, Zack Galifinakis and Donald Glover are my tops for comedy acting. The best in drama are Better Call Saul, Stranger Things , The Americans and The Handmaids tale. Variety is a tough category with Full Frontal, Kimmel, the Late Show, the late late show, Last week tonight and Real Time. The immortal life of Henrietta Lacks and Dolly’s Christmas movie are both up for a vote. Voice animation has Kevin Kline, Kristen Schaal and Nancy Cartwright. Animated shows include Archer, Bob’s Burgers and the Simpson’s. Bill Nye saves the world, Drunk History , SNL and Portlandia are up for production design. American Horror Story: Roanoke only got a couple for hairstyling, sound editing and prostetic makeup. Supporting acting comedy is hard to pick with Louie Anderson, Tony Hale and Alec Baldwin for the men and Vanessa Bayer, Leslie Jones, Kate Mckinnon, Judith Light, Kathryn Hahn and Anna Chlumsky for the women. What? Another travesty, o love for Keenan Thompson? Guest actor include Carrie Fisher, Melissa McCarthy, Wanda Sykes, Tom Hanks, Dave Chappelle and Matthew Rhys.I am all the way with Alison Wright for guest acting in drama. The host category has Snoop and Martha, Alec Baldwin , Rupaul and W. Kamau Bell. Variety specials and sketch shows are filled with genius like Louis C.K., Sarah Silverman, Colbert’s election night and Documentary now! In the documentary category there is The Beatles :8 days a week from Ron Howard. Informational specials Inside the actors studio, Leah Remini: scientology and star talk: Neil deGrasse Tyson are nominated. Good luck to all!
*****Ken Burns is bringing us The Vietnam war in September which took 10 years to make.
*****Kid Rock has announced a senate run.
*****Jimmy Carter is out of the hospital after he suffered from dehydration. He was working on a house in Canada for habitat for humanity.
*****Word is that the ratings for the new Kelly and Ryan show are not too good, the same with Megyn Kelly’s new NBC show.
*****Sturgis is back on August 4 in South Dakota.
*****HBO is bringing us a doc on Steven Spielberg that is narrated by the man himself. Susan Lacy is director and producer of the project.
*****If you haven’t seen the funny or die with Al Franken and David Letterman, you must check it out. Look up years of living dangerously: Boiling the frog.
*****Fox likes to pretend that scary clown is more of a leader than he really is. They kept running a scroll across the bottom as the G-20 was going on that ‘Trump presses Putin on meddling.’ Did he really? We will never really know and if he did, it was just for show because he is adamant that he just wants to move on. Putin tells us that Trump accepted his version of events. This is really no surprise since scary clown attacked his own intelligence community on foreign soil and said that he was honored to meet Putin. The man is SO Putin’s bitch.**After Trump tweeted that he and the Russian President had talked of a joint impenetrable cyber security unit, he got much backlash. John McCain and Kyle Griffin both stated that Putin should be good at that since he is the one doing the hacking. The President talked a lot about faith in his speech in Poland. As he gets older does he think more about these things as age can make you do or does he shield himself with it? **Ivanka sat in for her Father at some of the summit. It did not seem that the other leaders were too big on seeing him anyway. I don’t think Trump has the confidence to talk with the big timers anyway. He seems to be more of a one on one guy which was what he was doing.**Of course we then learn that there was a second private meeting and who knows what that was about.**On June 25th the House backed a new package of sanctions against Moscow, North Korea and Iran. The bill prohibits scary clown from waiving penalties.** Russia has already retaliated by seizing American diplomatic properties and ordering the U.S. embassy to reduce staff.
*****Don Jr. has now been caught in multiple lies about the Russian lawyer they met with on trying to find dirt on Hillary. How many times will this family and their team lie to us?? There were more people there than they originally told us including a lobbyist that was ex counter intelligence. They claim that candidate Trump had no idea of the situation. Do they think we will believe that? We are in fact now hearing that he orchestrated his son’s response. Is Trump that stupid or does he just play an idiot on tv? Will he sacrifice his own son? Why is it that Manafort and Kushner are never far away from the trouble? The team tries to act like this Russian mess is something anyone would do. They are so far removed from honor and decency that they do not seem to know any better. They have no idea how real people operate.** We have soldiers on the Russian border that are protecting people from Russia and these yahoos think it is perfectly fine to work with them to fuck up our democracy.** BTW, The President can’t pardon someone on state or foreign charges but he can pardon on federal charges . Could all of the liars get away it? ** How long will the “we are stupid and know what we do” excuse work for these Trump voters? Who can still support a family that just keeps lining their own pockets with their clout? ** The Don Jr. legal fees are being paid in part by the 2020 Trump campaign funds. The President wants the RNC to pay the rest. ** Kushner has now been speaking casually with the feds. He came out to make a small speech after the first day that told us how innocent he was. Scary clown and his fam seem to love the country waiting for their every move.
*****Saw this on a site and wanted to share:
Parable of the talents by, Octavia E. Butler
Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought
To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears.
To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool.
To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen.
To be led by a liar is to ask to be told lies.
To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery.
*****Teen birth rates have declined 9%, the lowest ever.** About 3 ,000 women from other states come to Illinois each year for abortions.
*****Jodie Whittaker will be the first female Dr. Who as she becomes the 13th Doc.
*****I hear that the packet received when someone takes the oath to become an American citizen still has a letter from Obama. I guess the new administration hasn’t had time to think about welcoming new Americans.
*****The hit show, Insecure is back for another season.
*****PBS has a new season of Finding your Roots. They have already revealed that Larry David finds out that Bernie Sanders is his distant cousin.
*****Employees in a Ford plant in Ohio found a mil in weed from cars that were assembled in Mexico.
*****A show on the History channel is trying to answer the questions that have come up in recent years about H.H. Holmes being Jack the Ripper. The grandson of America’s first serial killer is leading the charge and he seems a bit disappointed whenever they hit a wall. I guess if you already know that your Grandfather was a killer, what’s a few more? The program drags everything out as these History channel shows tend to do as they repeat themselves over and over. Sometimes when they get some info, I wonder why they only follow part of it. For instance, they tested the DNA which MIGHT have belonged to a victim. The DNA did not match the grandson but did they put their findings in a database to see if there is some familial match elsewhere? They could possibly find out this way if the scarf was indeed at the crime or if the DNA belonged to later handlers of the scarf.
*****Joel Clement, former director of the office of policy analysis and the U.S. interior has been moved to the advisory office of natural resources revenue. He is one of fifty who this administration moved on June 15. He is a scientist who helps endangered Alaskan communities. Joel speaks out publically about climate change and believes this is an open and deliberate effort to silence scientists and eliminate employees that disagree with them. He is now officially a whistle blower.** It seems to me that having Trump as President is like having a really shitty Father. The family just has to go out and find their own way and we must keep trying to get him out. Until then, the Governors, the Mayors and the rest of us have to figure out our own ways to save the planet and help others in spite of him. We must counteract all the damage he is causing. Think of the children that will be scarred with all this chaos by these ‘children’ that are trying to run the country.
*****So, again there have been alleged shady police doings. Every time a cop plants evidence or does not turn on a bodycam we lose faith. Law enforcement has such a hard job and we want to believe they will be there for us. They are supposed to be taking care of us and I am sure most officers are people we can look up to but these bad seeds must be made to pay.
*****It is so strange that John McCain is fighting for his life as we are tackling this whole health care mess. He has great health care and we all wish him well. Do he and his Republican cohorts want us to have the same? Why don’t we all deserve the same chance? A perfect example is right in front of them and they should all pay attention. I think most of them believe in God. Could this have been sent as an example? The ACA has worked wonders, let’s fix what isn’t working and quit obsessing over repeal and replace. Many Democratic senators are trying to get to infrastructure and other bills. It is unbelievable that we pay these people and give them awesome insurance while they have been obsessed with this health care subject and losers in it for all these years. Who keeps voting them in??** Before they all get their long August vacations , our lawmakers voted to begin debate for repeal and replace. In the end all their votes failed and McCain cast the decisive ‘no.!’ We must not forget to thank Collins and Murkowski who were in there all the way. If it somehow hurts their manhood to call something that may be a good thing, ’Obamacare,’ then call it the ACA. History will give Obama credit even if they don’t want to and I don’t think he will care what it is called now as long as it helps people.** Word is coming out that Republicans used tax payer funds to denigrate Obama’s health care bill.
*****People of Earth is back from Conaco on TBS.
*****The podcast ‘You must remember this” is concentrating on Jean Seberg and Jane Fonda this season and their similar lives. It is a fascinating look at the beautiful and talented actresses.
*****Norm Macdonald’s podcast recently featured a great interview with Letterman.
*****The Borg/McEnroe movie starring Shia LaBeouf will open the Toronto film fest.
*****The new obsession for Trump is the incompetence of Jeff Sessions.
*****Do you ever think about the fate of the many extras/actors that we’ve seen a thousand times in the opening credits of famous shows? How about the nurses running in M*A*S*H or the people on the streets of Chicago on The Bob Newhart show? We see them again and again from the singing and dancing on The Drew Carey show to the photos on Law and Order. We do not know these people but they are a part of our life? Hats off to them!
*****American Horror Story : CULT will premiere on Sept. 5. Season 7 will add Billy Eichner, Billie Lourd and Lena Dunham along with regulars Evan Peters and Sarah Paulson, Mare Winningham and Frances Conroy. Twisty the clown is back in a story inspired by the 2016 election. The first teaser was fab and a bit Pink Floyd: the Wallish and is set in Michigan.
*****Kevin Spacey will play Gore Vidal.
*****People have been talking a lot about the recent viral videos of a woman killing her sister and the boys who let a man drown while making fun of him. These things have been around forever with “entertainment” like Faces of Death and snuff films. Things have become more main stream with social media but one can’t help but think of the final Seinfeld episode. The prosecution of the Seinfeld four when they laughed at the fat man getting robbed was like seeing the future.
*****A lot of military personnel are claiming there is a lot of extra training going on. Is something big being planned as we argue about the other stuff in front of us? ** Scary clown tweeted to us all about how transgender military personnel have no business being there. He talked with his Generals but he did not say they agreed with him. He complained of the “tremendous” medical costs but studies show that 5 times as much is spent on Viagra.
*****OJ Simpson was moved to a more secure part of the prison after he learned he would be set free later this year. Rumors are spreading that he will tour with his former victim that spoke at his hearing.
*****Sean Spicer resigned after Anthony Scaramucci (who some call a cartoon Guido) was named communications director. Ivanka and Trump met with ‘the Mucc’ for an hour and a half and then Trump called him many time before this all came down. Sara Huckabee Sanders is the new press secretary. A friend said that if Melissa McCarthy took on Spicer on SNL then it makes sense that a man should do Sara. BTW, what was with Scaramucci giving Sara hair and makeup advice? WTF? Word is that Preibus fought it all the way but he is kissing ass all over the place now. The whole affair got us our first on air briefing in 22 days. I can’t help but wonder how Spicer feels to be a lil’ blip of a joke in history. **Scaramucci deleted many old tweets he had praising Hillary and supporting stronger gun laws as well as putting down Trump and climate deniers. He is also kissing his new Messiahs bottom all over the place. The new guy acts just like his boss with an expletive filled interview that puts down everyone around him. I don’t feel a bit sorry for Priebus or Sessions, they knew what they were in for. These tactics make the loyal evangelicals look like the mob. They will sell their soul and put up with this crap to get rid of the transgender soldiers and Planned Parenthood. Trump seems to like an opportunist and is probably happy to have a new hate buddy.** This month in the circular firing squad, part of Trump’s legal team , Mark Corallo was out then Sr. asst. press secretary Michael Short was out, then Reince Preibus was out . General john Kelly is the new White House chief of staff after Preibus served the shortest term I history. Kelly was first offered the position in May.** As I post this, we have learned that Scaramucci is out.
*****Some Scary clown supporters are crowing about low gas prices and low unemployment numbers but who do they think set all that in motion. Some would argue that Presidents don’t often have much to do with gas prices. But I wish they would say what we all know , that Obama was the one who sorted out the last Republican fallout. ** And right wing pundits.. Could I ask you to please stop calling the middle of the country ‘Trump country?’ We are smarter and more diverse than you think.** BTW, heard a great line this week which is essentially the meaning of the word bully. “Trump acts like a weak man thinks a strong man should act.” I thought that hit the nail on the head.
*****They say Trump is looking into the pardon process and exactly what his limits might be in other areas as President. The conclusions of Ken Starr’s office about Presidential prosecution say, “It is proper, constitutional and legal for a federal grand jury to indict a sitting President for serious criminal acts that are not part of, and are contrary to the President’s official duties. In this country no one is above the law.” Noting the constitution’s speech or debate clause: “If the framers of our constitution wanted to create a special immunity for the President they would have written the relevant clause.”
*****Dhani Harrison will release a solo album on Oct. 6.
*****Mick Jagger turned 74 with the release of 2 new songs, Gotta get a grip and England lost. He needed to get out his own anxieties about the new world we are all living in.** Publisher John Blake claims he has an 80’s memoir written by Mick but that he is not allowed to publish it.
*****Sarah Silverman is bringing ‘I love you America’ to Hulu on Oct. 12.
*****Scary Clown 45 promised to bomb the shit out of ISIS. He has been doing a lot of air attacks which are not much talked about. In these attacks almost as many civilian deaths have occurred as in all of Obama’s time in office.** We are only 5% of the world population, quit acting like we own the fuckin’ universe!
*****American white supremacists are funding Europe’s white nationalists to try to take over border control themselves. A ship was chartered called the C-star by a group calling themselves Generation Identity. The group claims they want to deliver Muslim immigrants from the Mediterranean back to the Middle East. Beginning in France, the group has spread to Italy, the Netherlands, Austria and Germany. They say they want to defend Europe and Davis Duke has tweeted out a link to their fund raising page. They are using maritime law as an excuse to come to the “aid” of the immigrant boats.
*****How creepy was this whole Boy Scout jamboree speech? It does not get more wrong than that.
*****NBC Sports has signed Dale Jr. as a commentator.
*****Paris Jackson and Macauley Culkin got matching tattoos the other day.
*****2018 will bring us new comics of Nightmare before Christmas.
*****R.I.P Loren James, John Blackwell Jr., Nelsan Ellis, Sheila Michaels, Theresa Poehlman, Fresh Kid Ice, Maryam Mirzak Hani, Neil Welch, George Romero, Martin Landau, Chester Bennington, Liu Xiaobo, Irina Ratushinskaya , Michael Johnson, Leonard Landy, June Foray, Barbara Sinatra, Stubbs the cat (Mayor of Talkeetna, Ala.), Jeanne Moreau, Sam Shepard and John Heard.
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Romeo and Juliet
Chickpow here: I found an old disc/floppy disc in my attic containing a lot of very old fanfiction from authors and websites that are either gone or taken down. I am not the author but I would like to share what I’ve found. if you find the author please let me know so I can credit them properly. Thank you and enjoy
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Romeo and Juliet
Okay, lets get started. First and foremost, I don’t own anything and I am completely broke. But thanks to DBZ there is a story, and thanks to dear old Shakespeare, it is almost original. Now this story is rated NC-17. Get some lemonade, it’s hot. Yaoi, Goten/Trunks, and lots of fluff. Be warned.
Romeo and Juliet
By: Melly-chan
Junior Hopkins High School for boys. The dubbed, Hell on Earth. It is a nice campus, if one cared what a prison looked like. To the students, it is ultimately a joke. All the classes are ride through and even a jock can pass.
Why the school is announced as pristine is beyond me. It sucks. The teachers suck, the classes suck, hell even the students sucked. But who am I to say that, I am one of the students.
One good side that the school possesses, is that Gohan had not attended. It is all I need to spend another year in his shadow. Constantly being sold as the ‘let down’ of the family.
"Chichi is such a nice woman and Gohan is so intelligent. I wonder what went wrong with that youngest though. He is a strange one."
Okay so I never exactly heard anyone say that, but I know they thought it. How could they not? In all truth, I am the strange one. My mother, the kind loving soul who hit people with frying pans. My brother, the nerd who loved
books more than freedom. Goten, myself, the strange one.
I admit, I have done some things in my life that do not constitute my family. Scaling the side of skyscraper being one. Braking into people houses being another. But I didn’t steal anything, I only rearranged the furniture.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if they had actually liked it better that way. . .
Mother had heard about the ‘great’ school and had signed me up.
"The curriculum will be hard. Maybe that will get you to study more. For one thing, it will keep you out of trouble."
Yeah right.
The only other good part about the lame ass school, is that Trunks shares in my boredom. Bulma had taken mom’s advice and had enrolled him. It they thought that would solve the problem, they forgot one thing, the only reason
we got in trouble in the first place was because we were together.
Solve it, right. Like enrolling us in some lame school is going to beat us into being their little puppets. Some children that they can shape to there will. Mom had been lucky with Gohan, but she would get no such satisfaction out of me. I am my own man.
So here I am, at school. Again. The sky is blue. The grass is green. What more description do you need?
Trig; snoozer. History; tu forte? French; Bonjour un sucer. Who cares.
Theater Arts. Now there’s a class. You could literally fall asleep and maintain that perfect A. The teacher didn’t care, so long as you participate when needed. That is why the class is last period. All the snoozers, like
me, would join just to goof off for the last period of the day before we goofed off at home, or wherever our fancy leads us.
The best part is that Trunks is in my class. We are the clowns you see, we upset the class, speak ‘shocking’ and always get away with it. Who didn’t love us. Plus, out teacher was about the only female on campus. And we are
the hottest guys. Get my connection?
It wasn’t like that really, but she did have some interesting thoughts in her head.
That’s for damn sure.
Today is like all other days. She talks we pretend to listen. And then she hits us, with the killer, the ultimate ki blast, the mother of all shockers.
"We," she meant this class, "are putting on a play. It will be Romeo and Juliet."
"Alright!" Some one yelled. "Your gonna bring in some babes for us to kiss!"
"Wrong. This is an all male school and so this will be an all male production."
"What?!"
I couldn’t have heard her right. She wanted us, a bunch of teenage boys, to perform in the most romantic, tear jerking, dramatic love story of all time, and she wasn’t going to grant us the knowledge of a female role? No! This
was not happening. Men do not kiss men. Men only kiss girls. Is she demented or something?
Why ask, she is.
The classes response ranges like my own.
"Why that one?"
"The school insists on Shakespeare."
"But why that one? Why not Hamlet?"
"They are not going to accept violence in the school. So no wars."
"But Ms. Keene, that is just sick!"
"I don’t want to hear another word. I have already decided. And knowing you, I have already selected the roles. They are posted in the back you can read them on the way out."
With that, the bell rings. I have no intention of checking that list. I do not what to be a part of this play. As far as I am concerned, I would prefer being a stagehand, or even a light person. There was no way they were going
to get me on stage, and in tights no less.
Several boys leer at me on their way out the door. Their expressions ones of amusement and humor. What crawled up their butts?
Trunks enters my line of sight, and I glance over to him. He is relaxed, waiting for the crowd to diminish before he attempts to read his part. He is calm and laid back. I don’t know whether that is because he is confident he
knows what part he is getting, or if it is just the way he feels today.
Only a few scragglier are left behind, and Trunks and I move forward. The list is long, given the size of the class and the number of parts. Near the bottom, I find Trunks’ name. Romeo. No surprise. Then I find my name.
"JULIET??????? You have got to be kidding me!!!!!! I am not going to play some girl! There is now way, you can’t make me!!!"
"Goten, calm down." Ms. Keene says. I pant furiously. How dare she cast ME as the girl. The one that has to kiss. . . . Gulp.
I’m going to to have to kiss Trunks.
The room suddenly starts spinning.
"Goten!" Trunks calls as he grabs my arm, attempting to steady me. I’m going to have to kiss him. . . .
"Goten, It’s not that bad. Your best friends right? Your friendship should be able to pull you through this. Come on, this is nothing."
Nothing she says. I am going to have to kiss my best friend. Several times. On stage. In front of everyone!
Hell no everything is not okay.
How do they expect me to take this? They are going to put me in a dress, stick me on stage and demand that I kiss Trunks. The world is ending. It must be. Since when did the schools come up with such perverted ideas. Making two boys kiss in public like that. What do they expect, a Grammy?
Hello no. Even Steven Spielberg wouldn’t go this far.
My life is hell.
Have I already said that? No? Well then here, I will say it again, my life is hell.
I look at Trunks’s unemotional face. One of his many features that he had inherited from his father. He revealed nothing. Even his eyes showed nothing but a dank emptiness. His reaction was a mystery. Well, he is on the
receiving end. He has to be feeling something. At least he doesn’t have to wear a dress.
"I suggest you boys sleep on it. You will be more comfortable with it in the morning."
Bloody hell, no.
The next day, I feel worse.
"And how is Juliet feeling today? Getting ready for that big smacker?"
"You say one more word to me, punk, and you wont have a smacker, or a life force for that matter."
"Oh, my sweet little kissy pooh." He obviously had heard the recent conversation. "Why not share a kiss? I’m sure ol’ Mr. Hefty would love to let you do a little number on his science desk."
This time, I do hit him. But not hard. Well, not by Saiyan standards.
He doesn’t speak again for a few more weeks.
Theater class is even harder. Ms. Keene hands out our scripts. "Now, I want you to be fully dedicated to these parts." She says. "I know it will be difficult for you, but the play is not that hard. You will get it. Trust me."
Trust her. Ya right, she cast me as the girl.
"Goten, I know this will be exceptionally hard for you, but just know that it is all acting. It is fake. And you have no way out of it."
Kissing noises come from behind me. Satisfaction would be to throw a large ki blast at them and see them wallow in their misery. The bastards.
"Rehearsals will start on Monday. Have a nice weekend."
Bitch. Nice weekend in deed. What weekend do I have to look forward to? Life is hell, this is my hell.
There is no way I am telling my family. Then they would want to come to the play and I’ll be damned if I let them see me in a dress. I was better off saying nothing. If I am lucky, they won’t say anything.
The weekends are always too short, and the week too long. But this time, it feels like it will never end, and for once, I am not happy about that.
Trunks decides to show up early Saturday morning. He’s dressed to spar, and I don’t need to ask. We know.
Mom on the other hand, does not.
"Oh, Trunks. It’s nice to see you. What will you be needing today?"
"I came over to spar with Goten."
"Is that all everyone ever does. Spar? You know, I am getting very tired of hearing that. All you men ever want to do is spar. Can’t you think of any better way to pass your time, like studying."
"I’m sorry Chichi, but we can’t help it. It’s in our blood."
"Oh, just get out of here, the both of you. And you better not come home all bloody again."
"Yes mom."
After living with a Saiyan, and two half Saiyans in her house for so many years, is she still yet to realize that it is our nature to fight. There is nothing we can do about it. It is an impulse.
We land in a clearing, deep inside the forest. We don’t come often to this particular spot, but is has been used several times. All one needs to tell that is to look around. The clearing is wider then it should be, trees that
were pulled up and tossed aside. A memory comes to me, one where Trunks had used a tree as a baseball bat, and my head as the ball.
Sure we could get vicious, but it was all in good fun. Nothing more.
Trunks lands in the center of the clearing, and removes his CC jacket. The coat is mindlessly tossed aside, and Trunks crouches into a fighting stance. I follow his example, and the battle is on.
We fight for hours, neither getting the best of the other. We are equally matched. Trunks lands a blow in my cheek, I feel the skin tear slightly, but I shake it off. He is rewarded with a jab in the stomach. You know, basic,
fun fighting. Nothing too bad.
Afterward, we are bruised and bloodied. So much for mom. I lay on my back and stare up at the trees. The day is slowly fading into night. The blue sky turns red and orange. The stars begin to sparkle.
"What are we going to do?" Trunks asks.
"I don’t know. Prissy Ms. Keene decided we would be perfect for the roles, and it looks like she has her fat heart stuck on it."
"It’s going to be so weird."
"Tell me about it."
"Promise me one thing."
"Ya?"
"It won’t. . . It won’t damage our friendship. You know, we’ll be cool with it."
"No prob."
On Monday, there was a problem.
"We will not be learning the play straight through, we will be learning it sections at a time, and I have already mapped out the schedule. Since we have four weeks to do this play, we will be practicing for an hour every day
after school. That will give us over an hour and a half every day. Now, there are five scenes in Romeo and Juliet. For your benefit, I shall label them. First, there is the party. And yes, this is the kissing scene. We will
be doing this scene the last week before production. Second, the balcony scene. Now I have checked, and it never mentions them kissing, so you get out of it. Unless you annoy me and I change that. Third, the battle and the
honeymoon. No comments there. Fourth, the fake death, and Five, the dramatic end. This week, we will start with the death and end. They are the shortest scenes and I want to get you in the mood. Then the balcony scene, the battle and then, yes, the kissing scene. We will meet on Saturday before opening night for a dress rehearsal. The play will run for a week. Got that cleared up? Good, now I’m tired of talking, start."
God, that woman could talk. She spent most of class period belting out that little monologue.
I am not thrilled about this at all. How the Hell am I suppose to act like a woman? I don’t want to! If things had turned out to my liking, I would be one of the lucky few who were placed in charge of the set. They didn’t have to memorize lines, they didn’t have to wear a dress, they didn’t have to kiss their best friend.
My life is hell.
For a week, I get to play dead. For a week, I get to memorize stupid lines for a role I don’t want. Not to mention that this friggin’ Juliet has about a million lines in these scenes. God, who cares. Do we really need to listen
to this chick talk to herself? Give me a break!
Unfortunately, life did one of its twists. They say that times goes by when you’re having fun. Ya right. Whoever said that needs to be drug into a dark alley and shot. I was most definitely not having fun, but time flew by. It
was like time had decided to get the easy stuff over with, and bring on the parts I could live without.
All too soon, it is week four.
The dreaded week.
The poisoned week.
Monday, was cool, we spent most of our time setting up the props on the stage. No prob. Tuesday, we memorized lines. Wednesday, walk through. Thursday, day off to get fitted. Oh, the agony, I look like a girl in that dress. They even bought a wig! Sure the wig was nice, it looked real, but it was going to be on me! And I was going to be in a dress! With makeup! My life is hell.
Friday, the last day. Tomorrow will be the dress rehearsal, and then, the play. Can I just curl up and die right now?
Today, she decides to act through the scene. Straight through, she says, no breaks.
The kissing is at the end of the scene.
I do well in spite of myself. Maybe acting is my thing, but then, that doesn’t mean I have to like the role.
Trunks is good. He maintains his unemotional façade, untouched by events. Some times, I wish I had that ability. To remain so cool, so calm, so calculated. To not have anything effect me, to be indifferent. You have to
admire that about Trunks. He could look like an emotionless bastard on the outside, but you just know that inside, he is screaming.
"Alright, here we go. The last section. Boys, and Goten, get prepared for the kissing scene."
She really is sick.
I stand in my spot, waiting. I do not want to do this. With everyone around, everyone watching. I do not want to kiss him in front of them. Not in private. . .
Whoa, Hello! Where did that thought come from? God, this stress is getting to me. I just implied kissing my best friend in private. What is wrong with me? Okay, shake it off, here we go.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand,
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Trunks acted.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
And palm to palm I holy palmers’ kiss."
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.
They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake."
"Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take."
Trunks move in closer. His lips right above mine, close.
I laugh. The mood is broken, I know, but I laugh. The boys with the sets had stopped to watch, the extras in the seats, they all laugh. I can not help myself. My face turns red. I bend over, holding my stomach. I laugh.
"ENOUGH!" Ms. Keene bellows. The laughing dies down. "I will not put up with this. You have one day, one day to get this right, and if you laugh again," she points to me, "You will get a drop F."
Talk about initiative, my mom would flip if I failed the class. I had to talk her into it in the first place, now I might lose my freedom of choice, forever. I can not fail the class.
I look over to Trunks, as always, a mask of indifference. He had not laughed.
The theater empties, soon only Trunks and I are left.
"I don’t want to fail." I say.
"I know, I don’t either." He looks at me, "We are going to have to get this right."
"What should we do?"
He sighs, "Practice, I guess."
Practice? He wants to practice kissing me? You have got to be kidding me! Wait, what about that thought I had had earlier, in private. What did that mean? Do I want to kiss him? Do I want him to kiss me? I furrow my eyebrows, thinking.
"Goten."
"Ya?"
"Let’s get out of here. It’s depressing."
I shrug.
We fly above the town. I follow Trunks. When we land we are at the edge of a cliff. The desert is spread out before us, we are alone. Trunks walks to the edge of the cliff and sits, dangling his feet over the edge. I follow.
We sit, silent. Nothing, but the sound of the air, the day.
"We are going to have to do this."
"I know." I say.
Neither of us move, and time stands still. I don’t want to make the first
move.
Trunks looks at me with his emotionless eyes. His jaw is set. He looks into my eyes, and I wander. I have never realized how very blue his eyes are. Dull, yes, emotionless, yes, but strikingly blue. Blue like the sky, when
the rain has cleared and the sun pours through. Blue like a waterfall, that cascades over a cliff and into the murky river. Blue.
How could I not have noticed? His eyes were always there. As far back as my memories go, he was there. I eyes, his hair, his lips.
His lips.
He moves closer, and I am silent. My breath is in my throat, and I wait. His lips touch mine, so slightly. Feather soft, hesitant. I close my eyes.
He kisses me. His lips pressed to mine, almost forcefully. His hand at my neck, pulling me closer.
My blood is rushing. My head is soaring. Electricity is shooting through my veins. I grab his shirt, my knuckles white.
The kiss goes on. His hand on my back, on my neck. His lips on mine.
His mouth opens, his tongue rubs my lips, pleading.
I open.
His tongue enters my mouth, hot and dominating. I melt. Our tongues dance, rubbing, tasting, demanding. So good.
Trunks.
Trunks!
My eyes shoot open and I pull back. I am breathing hard, and so is he. He looks at me, questioning.
His eyes, God, his eyes. The emotionless veil had been lifted, and in his eyes, I see everything. At the forefront, love.
I feel faint. He loves me? When did that happen?!?
"Trunks?"
"Goten. . . I, I wanted to tell you. I did. I know that you are not that way, but please, listen. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I never dated because no girl ever compared to you. You are everything to me. Please, I know you don’t feel the same, but remember, you did kiss me back."
"We. . . we were practicing. . ."
He looks at me. I feel small. What am I to say? He is holding his heart out
in his hands and I, the blubbering idiot, can not think of what to say!
"Trunks. . ."
"This got weird didn’t it?"
I look up, "Huh?"
"We promised it wouldn’t get weird, it did. I’m sorry." His eyes were emotionless again. Trunks stands up, gives me one last look, and flies off. I can not make a sound.
I sit for long hours. Thinking. About the play, our promise, and Trunks. It had felt so good to kiss him. I could melt into a puddle of eternal bliss. I have never felt this way before. I have kissed girls, many. But this was
new. This was like a romance novel. You never think I could possibly be as good as they describe, but this, it is. In so many ways, if not better.
I can still taste him in my mouth. Still feel the aftermath of his kiss. If I try, I can feel his tongue touching mine. Savoring me.
When did I get these feeling? Just days ago, hell just hours ago, I refused to kiss him. I protested, loudly, but now, all I want is his lips on mine.
Romeo. Trunks.
The play. I open my eyes. I will show him tomorrow at rehearsal. A smile spreads across my face. Life is good.
I get there early. The early bird gets the worm, well the early Goten gets his man.
Trunks is late. Fifteen minutes, he is late.
I have already been stuffed and prodded into my dress and wig. Thankfully no makeup today. Where is that boy? If I must suffer through wearing a dress, the least he can do is show up to kiss me.
Half an hour.
"Where is Trunks?" Ms. Keene asks redundantly. Right, like I hadn’t noticed.
"He better get his scrawny ass here soon. . ."
Scrawny? No way Ms. Bitch, his ass is not scrawny.
Where is he?
The back doors fly open, and Trunks enters. Fashionably late.
I nearly faint. He is wearing form fitting black pants, a tight black tank,
and his favorite CC jacket. He looks hot, as usual.
"Well, Romeo finally decides to show up. An excuse maybe?"
Trunks flashes her a grin. "Nope."
His eyes scan the stage, they go right over me. A frown is on his beautiful face.
"Well lets get started." Ms. Keene says. Trunks disappears into the back to get dressed.
Rehearsal starts. It goes smoothly. No mistakes.
Then I enter. Trunks looks at me. Does a double take, and his eyes widen. I guess he didn’t recognize me.
I say my lines.
He speaks, like in a trance. His eyes never leave me. Everyone thinks he is
acting. Pretending to be love struck. But I see his eyes. He is.
He loves me.
I lean forward, and he kisses me. Line, kiss, line kiss. Three kisses. Each
as soul shattering as the last.
The boys chuckle off stage. The play continues.
I die and he holds me in his arms, sorrow in his voice. He cries over me and
for a moment, I fancy the truth. Would he cry over me, if I really died?
Yes.
The play ends, my head is on his chest, in death. He can not fake death, his breathing is fast and obvious.
The curtain closes and I stand up. Trunks follows. I look at his eyes and for a moment, I see a flash. Pain?
"Trunks. . ."
The curtain opens and the rest of the boys climb onto the stage.
"Good, that was actually good. Do it like that next week, and you will all get A’s. Dismissed."
I glance at Trunks before I head into the changing room. It feels good to get out of this ridiculous dress.
Trunks is waiting at the door when I exit. He turns, silent, and walks. I follow. We walk across the city, the long way to his house.
"Trunks."
He turns.
"I need to talk to you. About yesterday."
He flinches and turns away from me.
"I. . . I know I hurt you. I didn’t mean to, really. I didn’t know. I had no
clue. But now. . . now I can see it. I know you love me and. . . I love you
too."
"As a friend right?"
"No."
He turns back to me, his face full of hope.
"I love you Trunks. It took your kiss for me to figure it out. But I do love you, as a boyfriend, a lover, a husband. Whatever you want."
Trunks stairs at me. His breaths are slightly labored, and his lips are parted. I see doubt cross his eyes. I grab his hand and take off for a more secluded area. We end up in the park. Trees surround us. I pull him into my
arms, and kiss him with all my might.
His hands wrap around me and he takes over. His tongue delves into my mouth like it had before. The kiss is deep and intimate. The kiss of lovers. Two star-crossed lovers.
I smirk, maybe the play wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
*****
Now, on opening night, I am dead nervous.
I feel like vomiting. My dress feels too tight, my head is dizzy, I am miserable. Trunks comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders.
"Breath, just breath. Everything will be okay. Calm down."
I take his advice and breath. It does help. Trunks wouldn’t lie to me, everything will be okay.
"Hey guys!" Some kid says. "Everyone is here! The play is packed! Hey, Goten, I can even see your family."
WHAT!!!!!!!
I hadn’t told them anything about the play. They couldn’t have known. I stick my head slightly out the curtain and look into the audience. Sure enough, there they are. Mom, Gohan, Videl, Pan, and little Goku, the newest
addition to the family, sitting next to Trunks’s family in the middle of the auditorium.
I start to hyperventilate. I can’t breath. My family is here. They will see me in a dress, as a girl, on stage. Kissing Trunks. Okay, so I had planned to tell them some time, but not so soon! Even Vegita was out there!
"Whoa, Goten, are you okay?" Trunks says.
"Do, I look, okay?" I gasp.
"Well, no. You look like you are hyperventilating. What’s wrong?"
"My family is here!"
"You didn’t want them here?"
"NO!"
Trunks’s face turns red. "Um, well, I, um, well, that is. . ."
"What?"
"I kinda told them."
"YOU WHAT???"
"Shhhhhh." Numerous people call, finger to mouth.
"You invited my family to see me in a dress???"
"It wasn’t like that! The subject kinda came up one time and I mentioned that you had a lead role. They said they wanted to come."
"Did you tell them what the play was?"
"Well, no, I-"
I almost faint. My head swoons and I am on my way to the floor. Trunks catches me, of course, but how could he? He told my family to come, but didn’t mention I was playing the girl?
"Goten! Goten! Come on, come on, wake up. Your okay, everything is okay. Wake up."
I groan. "I’m gonna kill you Trunks." I slur.
"Okay, okay, you can kill me later, but right now you have to wake up. They
play is about to start."
I groan. I don’t want to do this anymore. My life is hell.
I sit in a chair, my head between my knees, trying to compose myself. I didn’t go on until the end of Act 1, but that was the important scene. The scene where I kiss Trunks.
I by time I get myself composed, it is time to go on. I pull my head up, and enter the stage.
I murmur goes up among the crowed. I hear some people commenting on what a pretty girl Juliet is. I hear my family gasp. I hear Vegita laughing.
I hear myself dying.
I deliver my lines perfectly, the way I am suppose to. Get your mind off the crowd and do your job, I tell myself. Easier said then done.
Trunks enters, wearing his tights and tunic. His legs are shown off perfectly and for a moment I feel jealous that all of these people get to see him like this, and not just me.
I hear Vegita laugh again.
The moment has come. The kiss. I can almost hear my mother holding her breath. She knows what is suppose to happen.
We kiss. Once, twice, three times. The kissing scene is over. We lived.
After that, I lost myself in the play. The words envelop me and I can see nothing but Trunks, and me, and the stage. Nothing else matters.
We lay dead at the end, the curtain falls.
Cheers rise up from the audience and I pull myself up off Trunks’ chest. We line up for our bows, and the curtain rises. Everyone is on their feet, cheering. Even my family, Trunks’ family, and Vegita. It was exhilarating,
to be up in front of so many people. To be cheered and loved for the performance. The experience is deafening. I feel alive and excited. All to soon, it is over.
I remove my costume quickly, making sure to get every dab of makeup off.
I exit the auditorium, and mine and Trunks’ family are waiting for us on the corner. Trunks is leaning against the wall, waiting. I give everyone a nervous smile.
"Goten, you did great." Gohan says.
"Ya, uncle Goten, you did real good as a girl, he he he."
"Pan, stop that." Gohan said to his young daughter.
A smirk is on Vegita’s face. But he remains silent.
I feel incredibly nervous. "I hadn’t meant for you to come."
"Why not honey?" Mom says.
"Um, well, I, didn’t really want you to see that."
"Oh, it’s okay honey, you were only acting."
That’s what she thinks. I meant every word.
Talk about your acquired situation. What are you suppose to say when your family has seen you perform as the opposite gender? Have a nice day? See you later? Austa Lavista?
I can not wait to get out of here.
*****
By the end of the week, I finally felt better. With each performance, I felt more comfortable, and the pre-performance jitters disappear by closing night. The crowd response became even more exhilarating. It quickens my heart and swells my head. I did good, and they were open to show it. I didn’t mind so much that they though me a girl, but their response, wow. I feel alive with their praise. It would almost be as good to get the praise
from Trunks.
Or perhaps better.
As it is, the play is over. No more after school practices. No more stolen kisses in front of an audience, no more Ms. Keene getting kinky ideas.
I am going to miss it.
I roll onto my side, a Saturday morning. The sun creeps in through my window, pertaining to the wondrous day. I pull my arm up over my head, not wanting to wake up. My bed is warm, comforting. I can spend the day there.
My door bangs, loud enough to make the wood split and take my ears with it. I roll onto my stomach, not wanting to acknowledge it.
"Goten!" Mom calls. I put my pillow on my head.
"Goten! Get up, it’s a beautiful day, don’t spend it in bed!"
"Goten! Trunks is here to see you."
That got me. I leap out of bed and race to my dresser. Cloths fly, I search for clothes, good clothes, sexy clothes, anything! The banging has stopped. I hear a click behind me, the door opens.
"Mom, I’m-" I blush. It’s Trunks.
His eyes examine me, take me in. I am only wearing boxers. He licks his lips; my blush deepens. He shuts the door behind him, and walks toward me. His eyes flash.
He wraps his arms around me, muscular, strong. His lips reach mine and our eyes close.
I breathe him in. Musk and life. Our tongues touch, a mating dance of their own.
My door bangs again. We pull away from each other quickly, and face the door.
"Goten, get outside. The day is too beautiful to waste." Mom again. Do you think she suspects? Does she know?
Most definitely not, she would faint.
I turn back to my dresser. I still need clothes. I open the drawer and search through the neatly folded stacks. Trunks reaches around me and pulls out his own selection.
He presses himself against my back.
"Wear this." He whispers in my ear. Tingling. His hand is on my bare chest, his mouth at my ear. My pulse quickens, my breath harder.
His tongue is at my ear, kissing, caressing. I shudder and lean my head back. His tongue traces my ear, his mouth nibbles the lobe. My eyes are closed.
He pulls away. My eyes shoot open and I look at him.
"Get dressed."
I get dressed, I hop into my clothes as fast as possible, Trunks stands there, watching. A blush is on my cheeks.
I pull my shoes on and Trunks opens the door.
We fly. We fly out into the forest away from everything. Are we going to spar?
We land in the woods, not our typical fighting grounds. There is no clearing, just trees. Trees all around us, towering above us.
Trunks leaps. He catches me off guard and knocks me over. Only he falls with me. My eyes widen. He is on top of me, pinning me down. His legs are straddling my hips, his hands on my chest.
His eyes are clear, full of love. They burn with intense emotion.
He kisses me. Urgent, needy.
His warmth surrounds me, hot and pulsing. His hands move on me, tracing and touching. I moan into his mouth. He un-tucks my shirt from my pants and slips his hands inside, against my skin.
"Maybe you shouldn’t have dressed at all." His voice is thick and hot. Passionate.
He pulls my shirt up and off. His mouth is on me again, on my chin, my neck, my chest. I loose myself in his touch.
My hands are on his neck, encouraging. His mouth kisses me, his tongue leaves wet trails against my skin. His mouth covers my nipple and I scream out with pleasure, jutting my hips. He smirks, nips, hardening and
caressing. He moves to the other. My pleasure is intense, consuming.
His mouth moves lower, tracing my stomach, circling my navel. I shudder.
His hands are at my hips, at my waistband. My pants are opened and removed, my boxers follow.
I am left naked, and loving it. I am breathing hard, and so is he.
He licks me, I moan. His tongue surrounds me, lapping and consuming. My hands dig into his hair, my hips jerk. He takes me into his mouth and sucks. I cry out and thrust my hips.
His hands go to my hips, holding me down, his pulls back and his tongue is on me, creative and hot. The fire inside of me is building and it consumes me, growing, engulfing. I reef against the ground, consumed by the intensity of the presser growing in my groin. The fire grows, scorching my soul and spreading.
I lose myself.
I spill my seed into his mouth. I cry out.
He swallows as much of my seed as he can, then licks my skin.
I start to descend from my high, my sexual ecstasy. I look into his eyes. Love.
I pull myself up onto my elbows.
"Your still dressed." I smirk.
I pull him into me, kissing him. I can taste myself in his mouth. My hands travel along his back, and down to his tight ass. I squeeze. I break the kiss and move along his skin, his neck, his ear. I undo the top button of his shirt and my mouth moves to the revealed skin. Down, down.
He is on his back, breathing hard. His shirt is open and I pull it off. I kiss him once again. His hips press against mine and I feel his throbbing need. Time to take care of that.
I slip my hand inside his pants and caress his ass.
He moans, his eyes close and he tilts his head back. I open his pants and shove them down his hips. He wiggles, moving his pants lower down his legs. His manhood is pressed against his boxers, aching.
I press my lips against his stomach, just above the waistband, teasing. He groans, clutching my hair, encouraging me to continue. I play with the waistband, just to torture him, before I remove the remainder of his clothes.
He is laying naked before me, glowing in his sweat and need. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Perfect in every way.
I lower my mouth to his hardness, taking him deep into my throat. Trunks shakes under me, jerking his hips.
I suck for a few minutes before pulling away. He groans at the loss and looks up to me.
I smile softly and lower my mouth to his. We kiss deeply, lovingly.
"Goten, I-"
I cut him off by straddling his hips. His breath catches in his throat and
he looks up to me.
Words are lost, and he enters me. His length fills me, hurting for a moment, but then I am lost in my pleasure, my completion of being joined by my love. We move together, lost in our rhythm. Lost in our pants, cries, and growing exhilaration.
I feel myself building again, climbing the age-old ladder of ecstasy, the fire building inside of me, growing and spreading once more.
With a final thrust of his hips, I am sent over the edge, I cry out. Trunks looses it at the same time, he pushes deep inside of me and empties his seed, he screams.
We collapse, a jumbled heap of limbs, in the aftermath of our love. I feel whole.
*****
At school we are forced to act indifferent, separate, from each other. It is nearly too hard. To act like friends, and nothing more. To be distant and lost in my schoolwork. How am I to survive without screaming to the world
that Trunks belongs to me. Without threatening everyone who gets to close?
I can feel his presence in the school, and it nearly undoes me. To have my love so close and not be able to be near him. To listen to lame ass teachers lecture about history. I can’t wait until school ends, and then maybe Trunks
and I can go out, alone.
Lunch is the only reprieve I can get. We sit in a corner, separate from everyone.
"So what should we do about dad?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don’t know how my dad is going to react to this. At least your mom is predictable, Chichi will probably faint, but my dad, I don’t know. We are either going to be excepted or beaten."
"I don’t know what to tell you Trunks. He never mentioned his beliefs before."
"Ya, I guess we will just have to tell them, and see. But we can tell your family first."
"Mine? Why not tell your family first, they would probably take it better."
"Well, I want to see your mom’s reaction."
"You already know what will happen. What about your dad?"
"That can wait. Now your family, they are the ones that get emotional about stuff."
"Well your family are cold, ruthless bastards."
"We are also royal."
"Royal pain in the asses."
"You know you like it."
"You know you want it."
"You suck."
"Well, you swallow."
That got him. A blush set on his cheeks. He stands up and grabs my arm, pulling me from my seat. I stumble to get my footing.
He drags me out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. As I am pulled down
the hall, the warning bell rings and students begin to rush to class. But still, Trunks continues.
"Trunks, the bell, we are going to miss class."
No answer, save for a small grunt. We reach the end of the hall and the tardy bell rings. So much for classes.
Trunks pulls a door open and shoves me inside. It’s a janitor’s closet. It is almost large, but narrow. Surely bigger than what they are rumored to be.
He pulls the door closed behind him and locks it from the inside.
"Don’t say things like that unless it is an invite."
With that, he leaps at me, grabbing me around the waist and capturing my lips. His hands are busy at my clothes.
"Trunks. . . school. . ."
"Like I care."
With that, off come our clothes. My back is pressed against the wall and Trunks’ tongue is all over me, tasting, touching. My protests die away, I submit. His mouth covers my throbbing need and I stifle my moans.
His hands roam my skin; I melt. My hands reach his shoulders, pulling. He moves from me, making me gasp at the loss. I look into his eyes.
"We don’t have the time."
He kisses me, and lowers us to the floor. The coldness is against my back. His hand presses my thigh, pulling it up, I move my legs up and around him. Silent, he thrusts into me. I bite my lip.
He moves, faster and faster. I grit my teeth to keep from crying out. The moment is getting closer. I pull his head in for a kiss, we reach our climax. His scream is lost in my mouth.
"Trunks." I pant. Slowly, my head begins to clear.
The doorknob shifts. My head snaps up. A curse is heard through the door and footsteps, walking away. Trunks and I exchange a glance.
We jump to our feet and scramble to our discarded clothes. We pull them on frantically. Trunks finishes first, I hop to the door, pulling my shoe on.
Trunks peaks out the door, then pushes it open. I run past him and down the hall. He locks the door, from the inside, before he follows me.
Minutes later, the janitor arrives with a set of keys.
We decide to tell our families as soon as possible. Basically, that means in as many days as we can dare keep a secret from them.
We settle on Friday, the end of the week and a whole weekend to get use to it.
I can’t tell whether the day came too fast, or not fast enough. On one hand, I want to push the day away, dreading what would happen, people’s reactions. On the other hand, I want to get it over with so I can get back to being
with Trunks. I other words, I am miserable.
Trunks decides to go out on Thursday, just to get our minds off the inevitable. I knock on his door to pick him up, Vegita answers.
"What do you want, brat?"
"Trunks and I are going out."
Oops, bad choice of wording. Vegita doesn’t notice.
He scowls at me, and walks away from the door. I walk in behind him.
A few minutes later, Trunks comes down the stairs, beautiful as always.
We turn and head for the door.
"Trunks! Get over here brat!"
Trunks stops, grimacing, and turns to his father. Taking a deep breath, he walks over to Vegita. He is sitting in his favorite chair, apparently relaxed.
I follow Trunks to his father.
"Now brat, you should know better than to keep a secret from me. Don’t think you can fool me for one instant. But if you are going to do something like that, then don’t forget," he looks at us, "how to mark your mate."
I pale. He knows. How did he figure it out? How long has he known?
He turns away from us, closes his eyes, and begins his meditations. I turn to Trunks, the color is gone from his face and he is just as shocked as I am.
Wordlessly, we leave.
"How. . ."
"I don’t know. I didn’t think dad had figured it out."
"What did he mean, by ‘mark your mate’?"
"I don’t know."
Something in the back of my mind begins to bother me. Something I should now, should remember. But it is out of my reach.
Later that night, as I lay in Trunks’ arms in the moonlight, I remember.
"Gohan."
"What, is he coming?"
"No, I just remembered. After Gohan got married he came home with a mark on
his neck."
"What kind of mark?"
"A bite mark."
"Why would Videl bite him? I mean it is kinda kinky and all, but was is necessary?"
"Your dad mentioned marking your mate, Gohan came home with a bite on his neck. Do you think that could be what your dad meant?"
Trunks looks at me, searching my eyes. He tilts his head, reveling his neck.
I gulp and lower my head to the base of his neck and lick the offered skin.
I bite. My teeth delve into his skin, bringing blood. I shudder. Something inside of me fills, like it was filling the whole of my soul.
Trunks bites my neck as I lick at blood from his wound. We are now life mates.
Friday comes, as it usually does.
I bring my family to Trunks’ house. We decided to tell them together. They sit in their living room, chatting.
I take a deep breath, preparing for what is going to happen.
"Mom, I’m in love." I announce.
"Oh, honey, that’s nice, but is this the place to be telling me?"
"Yes," Trunks interrupts, "because he’s in love with me." He takes my hand, reassuringly.
The room is silent. Then the eruption.
"WHAT?!?!?!"
"But, what, Goten, this can’t be, you can’t be, no! I won’t allow this!" Mom says, she looks faint.
"On Vegitasei it was customary for members of the same genders to mate. And as you can see, it is too late." Vegita pulls Trunks’s collar away from his neck, reveling his bite.
Mom faints. Gohan catches her before she reaches the ground.
Overall, Everything has gone as planned.
Trunks and I leave the commotion of the house. We fly up to the roof and sit, gazing at the stars.
"Goten, I was thinking. By Saiyan tradition, we are life mates. But in human tradition, we are not excepted. But even so, I would like you to be my husband." He pulls two wedding rings out of his pocket and holds them out to
me.
I smile softly. "Trunks, I love you. Of course I will marry you."
"Then, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-"
"O, swear not by the moon, the’ inconstant moon
That monthly changes in her circled orb.
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."
"What shall I swear by?"
"Do not swear at all
Or, it thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee."
"If my heart’s dear love-"
"I love you."
"I love you."
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