Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ Lost and confused ( Chapter 3 )

BACK AGAIN!!!!!!!! Hello everyone!!!! Thanks loads for reading this little story that popped into my had one sunny morn. I've worked hard on this one after smacking my hand for being a little hypocrite. Usually I hate any chapter that is under five pages long and my chapters haven't been much longer so this one's a nice long chap for you all. ENJOY!!!!

Disclaimer - *Looks around* Nope! I don't see Lord Akira Toriyama anywhere. Talk about lucky! He must be busy somewhere and not noticed how I have corrupted his wonderful idea into my own little wonderland. Hopefully he's working harder on getting Dragonball here in the United Kingdom!!! Did I say that out loud? Oh well :P

Trunks stood on the pavement outside the diner, frowning as he glanced up and down the street. Goten was late. As usual.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He'd thought he'd be used to waiting around by now but patience was never one of his strong points. Goten had always been at least fifteen minutes late whenever they had arranged to meet anywhere since they were infants. It was going to be the usual. The alarm didn't go off! My mom forgot to wake me! My dad ate all the food before I got to the table! Tweety Pie and Sylvester mysteries were on! Yeah, it was going to be another one of those days!

Trunks soon saw him sprinting down the high street looking as if he had spotted his father naked again.

"I'm so sorry, Trunks!" he gasped, holding onto the door for support. "My mom slept in cos my dad went out for an early morning spar. Sorry, mate! I didn't have time to do my hair or anything!"

Trunks surveyed his younger friend and raised an eyebrow. Goten was wearing skin hugging blue jeans and a dark green hoody and his hair always looked messy whether he had brushed it or not but Trunks wasn't finding any room for complaint. His mate was looking pretty good from where he was standing.

He flicked a sideways glance at himself in the window glass next to him. He, himself, was wearing baggy, grey trousers with a tight black T-shirt and dark blue jacket. Allowing Goten into the picture he had to admit they were a pretty handsome couple of guys!

He returned his attention to Goten and shrugged offhandedly. "Don't worry about it. Come on, I'm starving!"

They entered the diner and strolled across to their usual table at the back, next to the window. Trunks indicated their arrival to the middle-aged waitress who waved and disappeared into the kitchen behind the counter. They slid into the U - shaped booth opposite each other. Trunks leant back against the green leather seat and looked at his friend. He seemed troubled. The way his eyes were moving from one object to another without really focusing was a big clue. Trunks knew Goten. If there was something wrong Goten wouldn't say a word about it until someone asked him about it and drew it out of him.

"Goten," Trunks breathed, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the cool white surface of the table. "Wha's up?"

Goten swallowed and smiled in the goofy Son way that reminded Trunks of Gohan the night before. "Nothing at all. Why? Should there be?"

"Goten."

Sighing Goten leaned forward to Trunks as if wanting to tell him a secret. "I…I didn't sleep so good last night…"

"That's it?" Trunks laughed. "Sleep during Geography like you always do."

Goten attempted to smile but instead his face appeared strained. Trunks began to get worried. "Come on, mate. What's really the matter?"

His fingers tightened around the salt cellar he was holding and opened his mouth, making an effort to speak several times before any sound came out. "I…I watched this film last night…"

Nodding Trunks silently urged him to continue.

"It was about…about…gays…" Lifting his eyes for a millisecond to check Trunks' expression, Goten was relieved to see it hadn't changed. "It specifically focused on…close male friendships…"

Trunks' eyes softened. So Goten was afraid that their friendship could be classed as something else? Stupid boy! Here he was worrying like it was something important and it was something as trivial as that. "Goten…?"

"No, Trunks, let me finish. This program made a lot of sense! It showed how even the closest and longest friendship could be destroyed due to this entirely stupid trivia about same sex relationships being totally wrong. But...but they're not! Homosexuals are the same as everyone else and they shouldn't be classed as freaks!"

Trunks' eyes widened at the little outburst and they sat in silence for a few seconds as he tried to think of something to say. "Well," he started at last. "I…I agree with yer, mate."

Goten's eyes brightened. "You do?"

"Sure!" Trunks nodded vigorously. "Why? Is there summit you wanna…?"

"No," the dark-haired boy grinned. "I'm just saying if either one of us turns out to be, well, I just wanted us to be okay with it. It's not that uncommon nowadays. Did you know one in ten teenagers live in fear because they might gay and they worry about what their mates would think?"

"Bloody Hell!" Trunks laughed, attracting some attention from the other diners. "You paid more attention to this program than any subject in school. Put the same effort into geometry and you'll sail it!"

Grinning Goten leaned back against the leather seat, grateful Trunks hadn't freaked out about the conversation like he had worried he might. "Maybe. But thanks for understanding, Trunks."

"No problem, mate. Now where's that waitress - oh speak of the devil!"

An unattractive woman with make up like car paint walked up to their table with trays of breakfasts and began laying them in front of the two demi-Saiyans.

"Hello, boys! Nice to see you back again,' she purred, eyeing up Goten the way she had been doing for the past year. "School year again?"

"Yeah, that's right, Mavis,' Trunks answered knowing Goten's fear of the advances she would make on him if he showed the slightest intrest.

"Well, well, the summer just flew by. Did you have a good time?" Goten risked a glance at her and saw her licking her lips and fluttering her eyelashes at him and quickly returned to his breakfast, shoveling a sausage into his mouth, his cheeks red.

"It was okay, nothing much happened, " Trunks shrugged, forking some bacon into his mouth.

"And how about you, sweetie?" she cooed over to Goten whose ears were slowly turning pink. He swallowed his sausage and hesitantly looked up at her. She leaned over the table to place his drink on the other side of him, blatantly exposing her aging bosom to him. His eyes flew upwards and he mumbled, "all right, thanks", before quickly returning his intrest to his meal.

Trunks saw Mavis' face fall at his refusal to take in her ready bait but then she smiled brightly at Trunks instead. "Thanks, Mavis," he said hurriedly. "That's all, I think."

She smiled tightly and turned on her heel and, watching her go, Trunks heard Goten expel a held in breath loudly. "I thought she'd never leave!" he took a sip of his coffee. "Why is it always me? Why not you?" he whined, looking over Mavis who was sucking her finger, attempting to be seductive, he shuddered and returned his gaze to Trunks who was a big improvement on his eyes.

"That's because I'm not a young, dark and handsome Adonis like you are, mate!" he answered easily, sipping his coffee, looking at Goten over the brim. Goten looked at him unblinkingly for a while before breaking out into a huge grin. "Aww, come off it, man! You're much better looking thank I am!"

Trunks placed his cup down thoughtfully. He and Goten had never really talked about their looks before let alone compared themselves. He knew he was good looking, he'd been told enough times, but he always thought Goten had this boyish charm that he could never have. Whenever you hear girls describe their dream guy he's always tall, dark and handsome and Goten was all these and more. He had a cheeky smile, playful eyes and a large muscular body that Trunks had envied more than once. No, this boy, almost man, before him would always come out on top in that department but he didn't mind. He was the one with the brains, and of course all those millions in his family bank helped him along. Plus he was more confident than himself with the ladies. Whereas he would wait until he was a hundred and one percent sure a girl liked him before even attempting to ask her out, Goten just jumped in feet first but, then again, he hadn't been turned down very many times.

Realising he had been staring at his best friend for a while he smiled and shook his head. "Whatever, mate. Listen," he looked at his watch and winced. "We're gonna have to hurry if we're gonna get to school on time! And I've got Watoshi first!"

"Aww, I feel for yer, man. She is the stingiest bitch in existence."

After finishing their meal and persuading Trunks to pay for it whilst he ran outside Goten stood outside waiting for his friend to emerge. Smiling when he did, his brow lowered in confusion at the little piece of paper Trunks offered him.

"It's Mavis' phone number," Trunks told him gleefully. "If yer get desperate."

"Ugh, no!" Goten recoiled in disgust, waving his hands in front of him. "Bin it! When will she learn?"

"Well you're not exactly telling her right out. I bet she thinks you're being coy!" Trunks laughed, propelling him down the street towards the school. He laughed at Goten's disgusted squeak and was still laughing when they reached the large building of The Orange Star High School but by now Goten was joining in. They parted ways, Goten off to Science, but he didn't have his brother, and Trunks went off to maths.

Deciding not to try and get himself in detention today Trunks sat at the back of the classroom after handing in his thousand word essay on the settlement of Yoshinogari that had taken him all night to do after three hours of detentions, three hours of lecturing from his mother and three hours of torture where his father had kicked the shit out of his arse on his mother's instructions as punishment. He looked up from searching his bag to see a tall, blonde boy sit next to him, placing his bag on the table.

"Hey, Trunks! How's it hanging?" he greeted him smiling broadly.

"Hi, Yaoiya. I'm fine, you all right?"

"Can't complain. How was that essay?" The blonde grinned at Trunks' expression. "Yeah, I know. But you did kinda deserve it, man."

"Maybe," Trunks agreed and then it sort of struck him that Yaoiya was sitting next to him. He hadn't told Goten but him mentioning homosexuals had got him thinking. One in ten? If that was true then that was a hell of a lot of people. He had never thought about the fact that he might be gay but now it was starting to worry him. What if he was? He was confusing himself and he needed to talk to someone about it.

"Hey, Yaoiya. You're gay, right?"

Yaoiya laughed. "Don't stall will yer, mate. Just come straight out with it!"

Trunks blushed a little. "Sorry, but you are, aren't you?"

"Yep. For the past three years." Trunks stared at him. He said it as though it was something to be proud of. Well maybe it was. It wasn't exactly something to be ashamed of.

"Was…was it difficult? Admitting it, I mean, to yourself?"

"Sure was," Yaoiya sighed, looking down to the teacher but he was still in conversation with another member of staff. "I spent months denying it but in the end, I figured, do I really care about what people think of me? As long as I'm happy people can go and fuck themselves."

"So, nobody minded?" Trunks persisted, glad he'd brought the subject.

"Minded?" Yaoiya laughed almost bitterly. "People went mad. My parents are really homophobic, and most of my friends were, not to mention all the dirty looks I got off girls but, as I said, in the end it's my decision and I've stuck with it and I couldn't be happier."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Trunks leaned on one elbow and shifted in his seat to look at the other boy.

Yaoiya grinned wickedly. "Why? Interested?"

Trunks flushed deeply. "No!" he said hurriedly and then felt that damn guilty feeling again. "I mean…sorry, I'm just wondering that's all."

But Yaoiya didn't really seem to care at all. "Yeah I got a bloke. His name's Hiyrday. Doesn't go here. He's from the otherside of town, we met in a bar."

"Like one of those for gay's only?"

"Yeah, that's right. Blue Haven on the eastern suburb. It's really good there. Music, drinks and the cutest guys from all over the city," he winked. "Should I be seeing you in the near future?" he asked slyly.

Trunks laughed. "Not likely. I was just curious. Didn't happen to see that program last night?"

"Oh!" Yaoiya flicked a blonde strand out of his eyes. "So that's what this is about. Yeah I saw it. Not that interesting really. Telling me things I already knew. It was just a load of crap actually but it made some sense. I hope it taught a few people not to be homophobic."

"Well I sure ain't. And from my sources I think it changed a lot of minds!"

"Good." Yaoiya seemed pleased. He was about to say more when the man at the front of the room cleared his throat to begin the lesson.

Trunks leant against his locker, letting the cold metal cool his burning brow. It was sweltering! The small radio he kept in his locker had the DJ wheezing through the speaker complaining it was at least thirty degrees. He shouldn't have worn a denim jacket today. He hadn't seen it until he thoroughly searched his wardrobe that morning and found it hanging at the back, which was odd. It had the Capsule Corp. logo on the sleeve so he would have thought his mother would've urged him to wear it.

The monotone ringing of the bell shook him out of his thoughts and he regretfully left the cool metal and quickly drew out his science books. Even he wasn't stupid enough to be late for Gohan's lesson again. He walked quickly but casually down the hall through half-running students until he reached the door and put on a ready smile before entering the room. He walked past the front row and gave a charming smile to Monica who was looking especially alluring right then. As he past her table she caught his hand a pressed a small scrunched up piece of paper into his fingers, letting her fingers linger on his palm as she gave him a seductive smile. He returned the look and hurried to the back to read whatever it was.

"Library. Eight thirty. Tonight. Be there!"

Trunks frowned. What the Hell? He sat staring at the short but incredibly confusing message signed with lips in cherry pink lipstick. The library? He'd never been to the library in his life but he knew for a fact it closed at eight thirty, so why would they want to meet then?

Looking up to show his confused state to Monica he saw her staring back at him with a meaningful look in her eyes. It took him a while, the poor, innocent fool, and then it clicked. He couldn't help a grin from spreading over his face and neatly cutting it in half. He nodded down to her and she bit her bottom lip and turned to the front where Gohan had just entered. Stuffing the message in his pocket, Trunks sat up straight and tried to look interested down at the other Saiyan.

Gohan looked around the class and almost sighed with relief when he saw Trunks looking almost innocent at the back. Okay, he thought, Trunks innocent…he was up to something. But not seeing anything being blatantly obvious he cleared his throat to start his lesson.

"All right, you guys! Let's get started. Now, hopefully you know have some idea to why it is important to keep the Gyorg alive so I want you to divide into pairs and draw up a poster on the Gyorg's life cycle. Yes, Kiyoko," he sighed at the dumb jock who was waving his hand madly in the air. "You can use crayons." The jock grinned happily as the rest of the class stared at their teacher. "I understand," he started to explain. "You just had Professor Kinomoto so no doubt you've just used your brain cells all up so here's something a little easier." Grinning bashfully at the round of applause he received he waited until everyone had moved and settled themselves with their partners before sitting behind his desk. "Paper and anything else you need is down here, so come down when you're ready."

Trunks looked around, vaguely wondering whether he should pair up with Monica when he saw Yaoiya sitting uncomfortably as people walked past him and completely ignored his presence. Rage filled Trunks when he remembered Goten pleading with him to accept homosexuals for people too, and he had agreed readily after not really being against it in the beginning. But watching these so called "popular" kids ignoring him point blank, something inside him made him stand up and stride over to him.

"Hey, mate. Feel like lending a brother a hand?"

Yaoiya smiled up at him gratefully. "Cheers, Trunks! Want me to get the stuff?"

"Nah, I'll go. You've gotta be the brains behind this. Hell knows that I don't know this stuff!"

Walking down the middle aisle he joins the group attempting to grab paper and glue and all fun things you need for poster making.

Gohan smiled at his students and sat back in his black chair, not being needed never felt to wonderful. He was just staring out the window wondering when the baseball season was going to start when a familiar smell hit his nose. The smile he'd had ready on his face recognizing the younger Saiyan's scent died when he saw his dress. His mouth fell open and he blinked several times.

Trunks picked up some green sheets when he felt his teacher's stare. Looking up he froze as Gohan looked him up and down from the neck down and up again. Why on Earth was Gohan openly gaping at him? Feeling unquestionably uncomfortable he shifted on his feet, worried anyone else had noticed their teacher…checking him out?

Gohan looked up at Trunks' face and saw him staring questionably at him and he felt heat rush into his cheeks. He gave a small smile and twisted his head to look back out the window. Feeling sure Trunks had returned to his seat Gohan risked a look over to the teenager and thankfully found him in discussion with Yaoiya. It was Trunks! Well of course it's Trunks, Gohan scolded himself humorously, but it's Trunks! The Trunks he hadn't seen for twenty years sat at the top of his class, with this time he being the elder and Trunks being the younger. Gohan smiled to himself. They were the splitting image but this Trunks didn't have that haunted, lonely look the Trunks from the future had. The look of complete exhaustion and frustration. A look he no doubt wore himself. This divorce was really starting to take its toll on him. He couldn't sleep, could hardly eat, and the worst thing was keeping up appearances. He knew his mother was worried about him, saying he was too thin, too white, too everything except healthy. Gohan smiled fondly. Chi-Chi had been so happy when he had married Videl, built their home and made her proud by producing her an adorable granddaughter for her to mollycoddle. But it didn't last and somewhere inside from the very beginning Gohan knew it wouldn't last, Videl was too fiery, too feisty, with a thirst for adventure and the knowledge of the Universe. But with Gohan already sick and tired of adventure, sick of fighting for his life and having already been out into this wide Universe he couldn't keep up with his wife's demands and though the divorce was a joint agreement he couldn't help but feel Videl was more for it than he was. He had been happy, for the first few years at least, then they'd had Pan to keep them occupied but in the end they knew they couldn't keep putting this nagging feeling off forever. Given the comfort of hindsight the only good thing to come out of their marriage was Pan. The sex was good enough, there wasn't any complaints there, apart from, maybe, the way she used to giggle a lot. Gohan shrugged. Maybe that's what girls did. How would he know? He'd only been with Videl and he wasn't into those porno films Roshi had stacked up in his room, they made him feel uncomfortable and dirty. But all the other details that marriage was all about he could've had with someone else, someone who maybe loved him for who he was and not who he pretended to be.

He jumped as the bell penetrated his depressing thoughts and though his eyes immediately lifted to Trunks, who was standing and packing his bag, he quickly diverted them as he stood up. "Okay, class! See you tomorrow! Did anyone finish?" At the grumbles and groans he received, he guessed not. "All right, we'll carry on tomorrow. Bye!"

Right! Gohan smiled as the entire class left. Lunch!

"You're kidding!"

Grinning from ear to ear Trunks shook his head and Goten read the rose scented scrap of paper again. "And you're sure that's what it means?"

"Goten!" Trunks half yelled. "What else could it mean? And this look she gave me! Wow!"

Goten mumbled and muttered under his breath before handing it back to him. "Well, you're certainly a lucky son of a bitch, I'll grant you that."

Trunks carefully put the paper back in his pocket and retrieved his lunch from his bag. He lay back on the grassy bank next to Goten and bit into his giant roll. "Goten?"

"Mmm?" Goten answered, his cheeks bulging with egg rolls.

"Is…is there anything weird about the way I'm dressed today?"

Goten looked over and glanced his best mate up and down before swallowing. "Not that I can see, why?"

"Oh, no reason!" he said hurriedly. It wouldn't do to tell Goten that he thought his brother was checking him out. "Just wondering. New jacket, see."

Goten made an affirmative noise and stuffed the rest of the rolls in his mouth. "If Evette could see you now!" Trunks smiled. Goten grimaced and swallowed. "Don't remind me. I think I'll die if I see her today!"

"I'll contact Dende then, shall I?"

"Wha - ? Oh no!"

Lifting his head to stare behind his purple headed best friend he saw the gorgeously blonde Evette making her way towards him with her arms wrapped around Kiyoko's muscular arm. Goten groaned and scrambled quickly behind a large bush, dragging his bag with him and covered his face with his backpack. Trunks laughed at him, turning to look at Evette he saw her give him the dirtiest look he had ever seen in his life. He scowled at her, a scowl which would have made even his father proud, and she scrunched her nose up and turned instead to gaze adorably into the jock's blank face. Then she looked back and called over to him.

"Hey, queer! Where's your Cher loving, designer wearing, logo conscious boyfriend?"

Trunks glared at her and was about to stand up and punch her right smack into her china doll face when he calmed himself first.

"Hey, Goten?"

An uncomprehendable squeak was heard from under the bag where Goten refused to emerge from.

"Goten!" Trunks pulled him up and pulled him close. "Can I kill her?" Seeing his confused face he nodded in her direction and after a quick look Goten frowned. "Best not, but I wouldn't mind tripping her up to fall into the mud!" Laughing Trunks nodded but then thought of a better idea. Twisting round he flicked a miniscule ki ball at her right heel. Evette stumbled with a squeal and brought herself and Kiyoko into the mud. She screamed and stood up quickly, trying to ignore the peels of laughter coming from all around her, wiping herself clean but eventually burst into tears and ran away, stumbling on her broken heel.

Trunks shook with laughter whilst Goten looked doubtful. "Hey, Trunks? Wasn't that a bit mean?"

Trunks immediately stopped laughing and frowned at him. "What do you mean? Don't go soft on me, Goten. She deserved all she got and Kiyoko? Well…" he watched Kiyoko struggle up and spin around in confusion as to where Evette had disappeared too before shrugging and joining his mates. "Well, he's just an idiot. Come on let's eat quick before Syria grabs another excuse to throw me in the detention hall!"

"So what time should I tell mom to expect us home?"

Trunks lifted his eyes to the darkened sky and sighed. "Not sure, it'll be before ten, I'm sure."

Goten nodded, lifting his cell phone to his ear after he heard the dial tone. "Shouldn't take longer than that, ay mate?" he grinned cheekily at his friend's blushing cheeks. "Hey, mom! Listen could Trunks stay over tonight? … Cheers! We'll be in shortly after ten, we've got - ah - dinner reservations. … Yes a date … Thanks, mom. Luv you!"

"So she didn't mind?" Trunks asked, shifting his gaze from one object to another, clenching and unclenching his hands.

"Trunks, man!" Goten laughed taking one of his hands and rubbing his thumbs over his palm. "Calm down! It'll be fine! I'm sure you're a regular Casanova once you get going!"

Trunks smiled. "Whatever." He looked down at his watch and swallowed, a burst of nerves fluttering into his stomach. He'd be meeting Monica soon, it was very near half past. He really should be getting to the Library.

Still he dithered, terrified and excited all at once. What if he did something wrong? What if she took one look at him without clothes and burst out laughing? What if…?

Quelling another flutter of nerves, Trunks took one last look at his watch and reluctantly drew to a steady halt. "I - er - I better be going then…"

Giving him a sly grin Goten punched him on the arm and winked. "Go on, get going tiger!"

Returning the laugh but a maybe a little unevenly Trunks walked on, only turning once to wave goodbye, before disappearing down the short alley with the Library just on the other side. Trunks walked slowly, not wanting to get there on time and look like he's just an over-eager, hormone-driven, brain-less adolescent. Peeking around the corner he felt relieved that she wasn't there. Hold up. Why isn't she there? Dread filled Trunks' stomach, washing over him like a wave of sickness. Maybe she'd changed her mind! Maybe she realised she didn't fancy him after all! Maybe…she was round the back?

Walking with small timid steps he tiptoed across the street and peered round the corner, only letting one eye check the area, of the Library.

His jaw dropped the floor.

Monica was sitting on the steps outside the building in the tightest red top, the shortest red skirt and knee length, black leather platforms. Her eyes decorated with pale blusher and her eyes a shimmering red. She was sat rather invitingly, her hands behind her, her chest pushed out so the tight casing molded her large breasts, her expression pouty and bored. Watching her Trunks could feel himself getting even more nervous. He was going to throw up. He was going to throw up! Shaking his head to get rid of the pounding headache that had decided to appear he told himself he was being stupid. If she didn't want to do this she wouldn't be here. She invited him! Not the other way round. This is every teenage boys fantasy, right? Having a female ready and waiting for him? Well, time to get his act together.

Monica smiled happily, biting her lip provocatively, crooking her finger at him. Trunks smiled and walked over to her, trying to act cool and adult. Monica touched her top lip with her tongue. "You're late," she breathed as he came closer. She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Trunks smirked and folded his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

Monica let one of her hands drift down to stroke and squeeze his shapely ass. "Of course." She reached up and pushed her lips against his. Trunks grinned inwardly and kissed her back, his large hands holding her waist against his.

After a while Monica pushed him away and beckoned him to follow her through the unlocked doors of the Library. Trunks stepped into the building and looked around mildly interested at the piles of plastic wrapped books waiting to be sorted on the shelves in the main rooms. As he followed her through into a small room that had heaps of blankets and quilts lay down on the floor and once she'd flipped on the switch he saw that it was more like a janitors closet cleared of mops and buckets.

"How come we can get in here?" Trunks asked, standing with his hands in his pockets, balancing on the balls of his feet. Giving his a sexy smile Monica lay down. "My sister works here and she - ah - gave me the keys for the night. Coming?"

Nodding, he descended onto the blankets and immediately Monica claimed his lips, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. Trunks almost gasped in surprise. She was eager, weren't she? As she started unbuttoning his shirt Trunks had to stop himself from catching her hands. This was not how it was supposed to be! He'd always known that a girl's first time was meant to be something special but no - one had ever said anything about a blokes. Sure sex was on his mind 24/7. And sure he really, really wanted to do this but this was not what he had imagined it to be like. A quick grope and shuffle in a Library closet. Maybe Monica thought he was so shallow he wouldn't care how or where he got it as long as he got some? Then a little voice inside of him told him to SHUT IT!!! You're a guy and this is what you want and she's giving it to you gladly. He felt her hand on the fly of his jeans and he grinned and gave up to what she was happy to give him.

OH SHIT!!!

Trunks felt his heart hammer in his chest, slamming against his ribs as if trying to burst right through. Why the Hell wasn't he getting hard? He started to have trouble breathing, gripping the cloth around him in his iron fists. This isn't possible! This isn't fucking possible!!! Monica was the most beautiful, sexy and popular girl in school! What was wrong with him? He wasn't impotent. He couldn't be! He was a Saiyan for cryin' out loud! His father had told him, in a highly hilarious incident in which Bulma had forced him to have `the talk' with him, that a Saiyan's libido was practically insatiable. So why wasn't he getting excited by the prospect of having sex with the hottest girl in town?

Trunks looked down and could see a slight frown starting to appear on her smooth forehead. He had to do something fast! He started thinking of girls he fancied. … Why couldn't he think of any?!? Wait! Wait! He'd always had a thing for Videl. Yeah Videl! But no matter how much he concentrated on stripping her bare he couldn't feel anything. He groaned silently. I bet Gohan doesn't have this problem, he thought miserably. … Gohan? His mind started to wonder back to when he saw him staring at him in Science. Why had he looked at him that way? He had never done it before. Thinking of Gohan's black eyes on his body began to have strange effects on him. He made Gohan lift his eyes to his, made him smile up at him, made his dark orbs linger on his sapphire gaze, made lust sink into those shadowed circles. Trunks hesitantly let his eyes fall back on Monica and saw her smile as she held and stroked his large erection. Trunks whimpered and then squeaked.

Trunks sat on his bed and bit his lip until he couldn't stand the pain any more and came violently into his hand. He backed up on his bad and lay with his face down on his pillow. The past half an hour playing through his mind like a bad movie. He remembered how he had swiftly stood up. He remembered knocking Monica over how he had mumbled a really awful excuse and ran away with his tail between his legs. He groaned and covered his eyes as he remembered how he had sat on his bed, after striping himself naked, and jerked himself off whilst his mind was full of the dark - haired demi-Saiyan that had always seemed to have been the big brother he had never had. What was wrong with him?!? He wasn't gay! He wasn't!!! Then why are you lusting after another man? that little damned voice whispered in his ear. I wasn't, I swear! You gotta believe me! he pleaded with that voice. I don't know why, it just happened! Trunks gripped his lavender hair in his hands. There had to be something wrong with him. Gohan was like a brother to him. He was like family.

Trunks jumped a mile off his bed when he heard a knock at his door. "Y - yeah?"

"Trunks, honey," his mother called. "I thought you were staying at Goten's tonight?"

Damn! He had forgotten about that! "I - I changed my mind."

"I see. Well we've already eaten but there's food in the fridge if you want it."

Even though his stomach rumbled in reply Trunks knew he wouldn't be able to keep anything down even if he tried. "Thanks, mom," he muttered, sitting up on his pillows, facing his balcony windows.

"Trunks, are you okay?" Bulma's concerned voice filtered through the closed door and Trunks knew he couldn't lie to her. In fact he felt he couldn't say anything to her, his throat had clogged up.

"Woman! Leave the boy alone! He's not a child anymore!"

Trunks had never been so glad to hear his father's harsh voice. He heard Bulma yell something back and then say something else in a softer voice to him before moving away but he didn't understand it. His mind was too full with other issues to worry about. Tomorrow he would have to turn up to school with Goten pestering him to say how it went. He'd have to face Monica and possibly questions on his behavior and she'd probably told the whole school how he'd run away. He'd have to face Gohan in his Science class. He'd have to sit there and listen to him talking, and maybe even have to talk to him. Why did he have to have Science everyday!?! Giving one last moan he heaved himself up to take a shower before calling up Goten and leaving as short a message as possible to his whereabouts. This week was turning out to be an absolute nightmare!!!

So? Different? Same as every Gohan and Trunks get together? I appreciate all criticism and, of course, praise. I don't care how long the reviews are, all are very welcome and noticed. If you don't like something chances are that I will have definitely done something about it. I have enjoyed writing this fic more than any of my others, but I think without the back up of reviews I will loose interest so please if you like this story tell me so! So I will not cast this fic away! Thanks for taking the time to read and I'll hopefully see you in a few days! Teengohanluva4eva xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx