Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Fighting Love ❯ A Fighting Love ( Chapter 2 )

A Fighting Love

Chapter 1

Trunk's pov mostly

Thoughts that came unbidden,

From feelings inside me hidden,

I've never wished for them,

But with out them, my light goes dim.

Trunks heaved a sigh as he rolled over, careful not to bump the sleeping Goten. He was afraid to sleep… Afraid to dream. Afraid to because he might dream of Goten. \\ Well shit. Why Goten? It's not so much that I'm a homophobic, but, why Goten? If I have to be… then couldn't I at least lust over someone other than my best friend!?!? // He rolled over again. \\ Is it too much to ask? //

Trunks got up and went to the kitchen. He pored him a cup of milk. He began to ponder his questions. \\ Asking why my heart chose Goten of all people to love is like asking if the glass is half empty or half full. // "Why?" Trunks asked himself out loud not expecting an answer. "Why what?" Vegetia asked shuffling over to the refrigerator. Trunks choked on the last of his milk. "Oh, nothing." He got up and hurriedly left. \\ Something's bothering that brat of mine. // Vegitia thought. \\ One name comes to mind… Goten. //

I face the feelings alone,

I hide them, hoping they haven't shone,

To lose you would cause me tears,

To never see your smile, would open the door to all my fears.

Trunks slid in beside Goten and froze. Goten instinctively cuddled up against the source of warmth laying his head on Trunk's chest. Unaware to Trunks, Goten had awakened a little after he left the room, leaving him to ponder what was going on between them. \\ I don't see any harm in letting Trunks think I cuddled up to him on instinct while asleep… even if I'm denying myself and lying to him. I know I love him, and if the only way to make contact is through sparing and sleeping so be it. // As he drifted off to sleep a plan was forming in his mind.

\\ Oh Goten, you make it so hard for me to not love you… If I do, what would you do? Hate me? Despise me? Most likely laugh and shrug it off not believing. //

Trunks finally let sleep take him in, welcoming it.

When did this happen,

I can here you laughing,

Do you love me back?

Faith in you're approval is one think I lack.