Goten was going out to hunt, as his brother had never done. The steamy cajun summer beckoned to him, and the rotting vivaciousness of New Orleans drew him into her decaying womb.

     Setting down after his long flight to his chosen city, Goten sighed with relief before tensing up sharply.
     He felt a tainted chi nearby, and when the thief ran into the alley Goten was in, Goten's breath caught hin his throat.
The tainted human seemed as lush and rotten as the city herself.

     Extending a tendril of his mind, Goten ascertained that not only was this person a property thief, he also stole the innocence of youth. He took away the innocence of childhood, all the smiles, laughter and ice-cream sweeter than the first taste of a lover's desire and destroyed it all. The man reeked of sour milk, stale whisky and the stench of past desire. Swarming at the edges of the man's mind were remembered sights, smells, sensations and screams. Goten closed his eyes and shivered in disgust and delight.

     It was nearly too much, this blinding desire searing the insides of his eyelids.

     Opening his eyes, Goten sprang on where he felt the human was. Goten landed on the tv the human was carrying, knocking it out of his hands and painfully onto his feet.
     Blinded by pain, the human howled, completely unprepared for Goten snap-kicking; first with his knee to the man's chin and then out with his foot to the human's exposed wind-pipe.
     Flipping backward, Goten lashed out with his other foot, catching the thief in the ribs as he fell over.

     The man was knocked unconcious when his head hit the pavement with a thud. Goten stared down with fascination at the unconcious man struggling to breathe through his crushed wind-pipe. His ankles were completely broken from the force of Goten hitting him backward while the heavy television held his feet to the ground.

	Goten crouched over the dark-haired man, opening one of his eyelids to check that the man was truly knocked out.
     Indeed he was, and as his struggles to breathe slowly tapered off, Goten became enraged. With a vicious snarl, Goten kicked the doomed man's uninjured side, making both sets of his ribs puncture the victim's internal organs. The blood seeped through the abused body to colour the man's shirt.

     Goten cursed softly to himself. The man would not bleed properly since he had suffocated to death, and there was really no further pain he could inflict on the hapless corpse.

     "Damnit," he hissed, standing up and stretching slowly. His tail twitched moodily as he cracked his back and then stalked off, firing a chi-blast behind his back at the body dismissively.

     Goten found himself wandering into the french quarter, his feet navigating the stoned pavement involuntarily. As he turned down Bourbon St., his feet led him to the nearest bar, his unresponsive gaze drawn inward.
     Goten sat down on a bar stool heavily and murmured "Tequila sunrise," softly. A few moments later, one was set down in front of him.
     Sipping, Goten slowly let the red haze fill his sense, felt the numbness of the ice infect him as the coolness slid down his throat.
     "What's your problem, son?" the bartender asked him affably.

     "I want to fuck my brother," Goten blurted carlessly, the alchohol having loosened his tongue.

     At the shocked lock on the bartender's face, Goten let out a short, bitter, terrible laugh, which rang horribly and endlessly around the dingy hollow confines of the bar.

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     Gohan wondered where his little brother was.
Which, considering the position he was currently in, was kind of strange.

     Gohan looked up at Videl's flushed, ecstatic face as she came, her thighs trembling
as she whimpered hoarsely. Gohan licked up the last little results of his effort and wiped his
lips on her thigh. Scooting back up her body, he yawned faintly and held her to himself like
 a stuffed animal, the hollow of his cheek formed around her shoulder.

     He was wholly unaware of Piccolo's presence outside. The last thing that flitted
across his mind as he drifted off was the faint impression of horrible laughter echoing into
eternity.

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     Piccolo sighed and shook his head. He wasn't quite certain what Gohan was doing with 
Videl; Gohan did not seem to care very deeply for her, despite them having been togeather for
quite some time.

     He wondered vaguely if loveless relationships with human females was some sort of 
recurring trait in his family. Or curse, he thought, chuckling to himself softly as he moved
away from the home of Videl and towards the outskirts of Satan city.