Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ Acceptance and Deception ( Chapter 5 )

Am I good or what? I said before the 25th and low and behold look at the date!! Sorry, still a bit hyper after Paris! Word to all GO ON SPACE MOUNTAIN!!! You won't regret it. Anyway, I'm glad you liked the last chap hopefully this one will fill you with enjoyment too. As I say in every chap PLEASE review and I've put a few lyrics into this chap, see if you can spot them, and the song "Life is a lemon!" by Meat Loaf! Woohoo!! Meaty was on the radio this morning oh what a happy day!! Sorry again but Meat Loaf is just the best in the entire world. If you don't know him YOU SHOULD and if you do, yes it is that fat, sweaty guy off t.v but man he can belt out a tune! I've gone off on one again haven't I? Oh well! ENJOY!

Disclaimer: IT'S MINE! ALL MINE!! EVERY SINGLE BIT OF IT!!! HA HA HA!! *sees Lord Akira Toriyama and a whole gang of Japanese people coming towards her with pitchforks and torches* Ah…maybe not. Damn he's caught up with me at last.

Loud, fast and heavy drums and screeching guitars filled Trunks' ears as he lay on his bed, tapping his feet to the audible beat.

It's all or nothing

And nothing's all I ever get

Every time I turn it on

I burn it up and burn it out

Trunks mouthed the words with passion and meaning in his expression. The lyrics of this song emphasised exactly how he felt. Shit.

It's always something

There's always something going wrong

That's the only guarantee

That's what this is all about

Why now? Why in his final year at school has everything suddenly just gone wrong? This is supposed to be the best year of your life and here he was. Trunks Vegeta Briefs. Heir to Capsule Corporation and heir to a Saiyan throne, if there was one. Stuck in his room, playing heavy metal rock through his head phones until he felt sure his ears were going to start bleeding soon, trying to forget his little fantasy about boning his science teacher in the janitor closet with pupils walking obliviously past in the corridor. He groaned and turned the volume up to the max.

It's a never ending attack

Everything's a lie and that's a fact

Life is a lemon and I want my money back!

Why did he just storm out on Gohan like that yesterday? Now he probably thinks I'm just another stupid kid, he though miserably, another one of his students that come and go every year.

Though these were the words running through his mind, the real worry weighing on his mind was the fact that he was turning gay right before his own eyes! When the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? From staying up all night with his best friend, watching one girl suck off another, to dreaming about another guy sucking him off in the space of a single week! Thinking of Gohan made his thoughts return to Goten. If that stupid moron hadn't mentioned that homosexual programme then he wouldn't have thought about it, wouldn't have thought about Gohan and wouldn't be having these thoughts on him.

And all the morons

And all the stooges with their coins

They're the one's who make the rules

It's not a game - it's just a rout

The urge to phone him, see him, was so strong he'd made it out of his bedroom door before realising just how stupid it would be if he turned up on his doorstep begging him to screw him senseless. Stupid wasn't the word, more like suicidal. Gohan wasn't gay and neither was he! It was just a phase, he told himself, just a phase.

There's desperation

There's desperation in the air

It leaves a stain on all your clothes

And no detergent gets it out

He'd listened enough in class to know once in his or her life a teenager would worry that he or she was gay. And there would be times in a guy's life were he wouldn't be able to get an erection no matter how hot the girl. Listening to the music and musing on these ideas Trunks slowly began to relax, his folded arms falling limply to his sides. The words taking on a new meaning to him.

And we're always slipping through the cracks

Then the movies over - fade to black

Life is a lemon and I want my money back!

Yeah, that's all it was with Monica. Just one time where he was unable to get it up. She'd understand, they were in the same class when this was said. He'd phone her and everything would be fine.

Gohan paid the taxi driver and watched him drive off before turning to look at the mansion in front of him. He sighed and picked up the flower-covered box he'd brought with him, slowly walking towards the house he braced himself. Don't lose your temper, Gohan, he told himself, don't yell like last time. He could still remember his little girl's face as he and Videl had had their familiar slanging match and she'd walked in. He could still see the tears streaming down her face and he could hear Videl blaming the whole ordeal on him. No, Gohan, he shouted in his mind, don't get worked up already, or you'll lose it the moment you see that dragon, he reasoned, placing the box on the doorstep and pressing the bell, waiting patiently for someone to answer.

"Daddy!"

Gohan's face broke out in a huge smile as his daughter leapt into his open arms. He swung her round and kissed her on the cheek. The small girl giggled in delight when he set her down, clutching his large hand in both of hers. "You're late, three minutes and thirty-six seconds at least," she admonished, earning an amused laugh from her father.

"I'm sorry, kitten," he said sincerely. "I had to stop to get you this."

Pan's eyes lit up as she noticed the large box sitting by his side. He could see her itching to open it but a cold female voice suddenly penetrated the happy moment.

"Bribing her with presents, Gohan? How unlike you."

Gohan scowled and looked up to his ex-wife's smirking face. He was reminded of Vegeta as she stood their with her arms folded, with a dress that was way to young for her and about a case full of make-up on her face. She looked as if she was about to go out and Gohan's heart immediately lifted. If she was going out that meant he could spend some time alone with his daughter.

"It's not against the law to buy your children a gift now and again, Videl," he answered just as coldly. Videl just smiled and bent down to kiss their daughter on the cheek, leaving a red imprint there. Gohan stiffened as she rose again and he saw, as well as her red, silk coat, Pan's blue jacket.

"I'm sorry to mess you around like this, Gohan," Videl said in an extremely fake friendly voice. "But you see I'd completely forgotten about you coming over and we'd already arranged to go out to the Water Park, hadn't we honey?" She placed a hand on Pan's shoulder, the little girl nodding vigorously. "Mommy said I can invite Bra over too! It's gonna be loadsa fun!"

Gohan tried not to look as if his heart was being pulled up from his chest via his throat and smiled. "That's great!" he crocked out. "You - you have a fun time, kitten."

"I will, daddy. Mommy?" she asked, looking up when Videl passed her coat. "Can daddy come too?"

Videl laughed, it reminded Gohan of glass breaking, and shook her head. "I don't think so, sweetie. Maybe another time."

Pan's face fell. "Oh," she murmured and Gohan wanted to kill Videl there and then. "Maybe another time, daddy?"

"I'll pencil it in right away, kitten!" He bent down. "Aren't you going to open your present?"

"Oh yeah!" she smiled and tore off the paper. She squealed in delight as she held a life-sized teddy of a baby tiger. "I love it! Thank you, daddy!" Gohan lifted her into his arms and held her close.

Videl coughed, smiling brightly as she patted Pan on her shoulder. "Go and sit in the car, darling. I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay. Bye-bye, daddy!" With one last hug she skipped to the large blue car with her tiger in her arms. Gohan waited until she was safely locked in the car before turning to Videl. "You little bitch! You knew damn well I was seeing her today!"

Videl took her key out of her handbag and slowly locked the door. "Don't go accusing people like that, Gohan. It's a simple mistake and you'll get to see her next week."

"Bullshit!" he roared, holding her against the door by her arms. "You said that last week! What's with the games, Videl? Why are you doing this to me?" he cried in desperation.

"Gohan! Get your hands off me! The courts won't let you see Pan with that kind of temper!" she hissed, trying to free herself from his iron grip.

"So that's your game!" he growled. "It won't work, Videl! You'll never take her away from me! I'll never give up and all the money in the world could let you have full custody!"

"Wanna bet!" Videl glanced behind Gohan's back but unfortunately Pan was totally obsessed with her new toy to notice this. "Now let me go and I'll see you next week."

Gohan stared down at her for a few moments before letting her go. "Fine. Go. But you can't keep me form seeing her forever. I'll be here at the exact time next week and I don't care if you're going on a six-month cruise I will see her. Got it!"

"Perfectly," she said, putting on that terrible fake voice and smile again. "See you later."

Gohan walked towards Capsule Corp. with a seemingly permanent frown on his handsome face. How had his life changed so much from having such a perfect childhood, a challenging youth and an enjoyable adolescence to a hell-like adult life? What had he done to deserve this? He loved his daughter more than life in itself but he's got a wife who's determined to make his life live in hell but he thought he was handling it well. Apart from shoving her up against her own front door, a little voice whispered in his ear. But given the circumstances, he said back, I think putting her up against a wall and scaring her a little bit was loads less than what he really wanted to do to her, he was just glad Pan hadn't witnessed it.

Reaching the front doors he walked into the front doors, nodding his head to the receptionist who smiled and gave a friendly wave. Gohan smiled back, glad to see there was still some sane women in the world.

Bulma's greeting was much like Gohan had expected after a two months of no contact. She'd screamed his name and enveloped him in a crushing embrace, leaving a red stain on his shirt collar. Gohan grinned and hugged her back, liking the feeling of someone wanting him around.

"Hey, Bulma. Glad to see you're well."

"Well I'm not the one we need to worry about. You look terrible!"

Gohan laughed. "Thank you for the honesty, Bulma." He sat down on the seat she motioned him to take, nodding his head to her offer of tea. Bulma laughed with him and tucked a few strands of her short hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry, but I'm worried about you, Gohan. Please stay at Capsule Corp. for a while? Just until you find your feet?" she pleaded, clutching his rough male hand in both of hers.

Gohan shook his head. "I'm all right really, Bulma. Thank you, but I think I'll stay where I am."

"Damn your stupid Saiyan pride!" she cried. "I have enough with Vegeta without you joining in!"

Sipping his tea Gohan couldn't suppress a smile. Everyone had thought she was insane when she'd hooked up with Vegeta but Gohan had seen over the years how much they were really in love and he was happy for them. Their relationship was what kept Gohan in the belief that there was true love out there for everyone, even in the most unlikely of couples.

"I'm sorry, Gohan," she shook her head and crossed her legs. "Did you want something? I went off without giving you chance to even say what you came for!"

"That's okay. I actually wanted to talk to you about Trunks."

"Trunks?" Bulma didn't expect that. "Why, what's wrong? Are his grades slipping? Is he turning up late to class? Have you caught him with drugs?"

"Bulma!" Gohan reached over and took her hand trying to calm the older woman down. "Nothing like that. Please calm down." Bulma nodded and sipped her tea, her hands shaking slightly. Gohan sat back and cradled his cup in his hands. "Have you noticed anything - er - strange about Trunks recently?"

Bulma chewed her bottom lip in thought. "Well, now that you mention it. He - last night he'd did seem rather, how can I put this, out of it." Nodding, Gohan placed his cup on the table and crossed his arms. "He came home and went straight to his room and I heard him give, like strangled cries, they were different from what I normally hear, if you know what I mean." Gohan smiled and nodded again. "Like he was in pain. I was concerned and talked to him but he wouldn't tell me anything, telling me everything's fine. Then he came home tonight in dreadful mood. Slamming every door he could lay his hands on and up to his room again." She sighed and looked to the floor. "I want to help him, Gohan, but he won't say a thing. Could - could you talk to him?"

"I've already tried," he told her. "After class this afternoon but he just walked out on me."

Bulma gasped. "He didn't?! I'm sorry, Gohan! I just don't know what's up with him!"

"It's okay. I just came by to see if you'd noticed it too." He drained his cup and stood up. "Maybe you should ask Vegeta to talk to him." Smiling at the noise she made through her teeth he accepted the warm hug she gave him. "Don't leave it so long next time, Gohan!" she said, tapping him on the nose. "And please think about my offer about staying here. I'd feel so much better knowing you were sleeping and eating properly!"

"Alright, I promise I'll think about it," he agreed, picking up his suitcase and walking out through the door. "See ya soon!"

And we're always slipping through the cracks

Then the movies over - fade to black

Life is a lemon and I want my money back!

Nodding his head to the last few guitar chords Trunks pressed stop on his personal stereo and lifted his headphones of his ears, placing them on the bed next to him. He sat in silence for a while, letting the pounding drums dissolve in his mind, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. No thoughts in his mind, no movement from his body, no nothing. And he loved it.

Feeling thirsty he levitated and strolled from his room. Walking down the stairs he heard a deep male voice that didn't belong to his father and his heart skipped a beat.

"Alright, I promise I'll think about it. See ya soon!"

Trunks sprinted down the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him. Bulma stared in shock as her son whizzed past her to come to a halt at the window, his nose pratically pressed against the glass. Trunks watched Gohan saunter down the path, looking left and then right at the road before crossing and walking until out of sight. Trunks sighed, wishing he'd come down a minute earlier.

"Trunks?"

Cringing Trunks hunched his shoulders and slowly looked at his mother. She was looking at him like he'd gone insane. He touched his tongue to his top lip and tried to think of a believable excuse for racing like he was in the Olympics just to watch Gohan walk down the path. "I - um - was that Gohan?" he asked, giving a nervous laugh. "Damn, I wanted to ask him something about homework. Oh well, well gotta go. Things to see people to do. No! Things to do people to see! Bye!"

"Young man!" Trunks halted in mid step out of the door and waited anxiously for the questions to start. "Come here. I want to talk to you."

He sat down in the opposite chair and looked at the cup beside him. It was half-empty with still warm tea in it. Gohan! Gohan had drunk that tea! He stared at it, not blinking as he thought of the hands that had held that cup, the lips that had sipped at the rim.

"Trunks! Are you listening to me?"

"Sorry, mom," he said quickly, tearing his eyes away from the china. "I was thinking."

Bulma's eyes softened and she took his hand. "Please, Trunks. Tell me what's wrong, I want to help." She watched his eyes darken as they fell upon the cup again. "I'm just worried about - about stuff." Confusion furrowed in her brow. "Stuff? What kind of stuff?" Again he refused to meet her eyes. "Mom? If you like somebody but don't know how they feel, what do you do?" Bulma smiled in delight. At last! Something she could help with! "I see! Is it someone at school?" Trunks nodded. "Well, Trunks, believe me the only way is the direct approach. It took me years to gather the courage to admit my feelings to him. Don't waste that time just wondering and thinking, baby." She smoothed his hair from his brow. "You'll regret it. Of course you might get hurt but what's a moments pain when there can be a lifetime of pleasure?" Trunks looked up at her at last. She did make sense, weird as it seems. There was the possibility of humiliation but there was also the possibility of a lifetime of happiness. Trunks sat stunned. Is that what he really wanted? To hook up with Gohan forever? He knew he wanted him physically, he'd admitted that much, but to spend the rest of his life with him?

"Trunks?" Snapping out of his thinking state he reverted his gaze back to her. "I just closed a deal on those GX1's we've been having trouble with so I wanted to take us all out for a meal. Do you feel up to coming?"

Trunks smiled up at his mother. "Sure! Thanks, mom! You've helped loads!" He kissed her on the cheek and ran out of the room. Bulma sat there a little shocked a first but then looked extremely pleased with herself.

His mobile rang just as Gohan had walked into his small bedroom in the hellhole of a hotel.

"Hello?" he mumbled, placing his suitcase on the bed and reefing his tie over his head.

"Gohan! I've caught you at last!"

Gohan pressed his hand on the mouth hole and, holding the phone away from him, gave a deep half-growl half-yell of desperation. How on Earth did she get his number? "Yes, Lowela?"

She giggled on the other end and Gohan rolled his eyes. "I didn't get chance to ask you about tonight. You seemed a little preoccupied at lunchtime."

"Yeah, sorry about that I'd - I'd had a stressful morning," he said, lying through his teeth. "Look I was just about to take a shower and I- "

"I won't keep you then," she breathed. "Um - how about we go to Chantel's? I'll meet you at seven, see you then, babe!" And she just hung up. Gohan gaped at the small object in his hand. The nerve of her! What made her think he wanted to go? He sighed, getting up on his feet he padded to his adjacent bathroom. He'd have to go. He couldn't just leave her sitting there by herself. Damn his decent upbringing!

A small band played quietly at one end of the room and there was a tiny dance floor in front. The clientele oozed wealth and respectability. What he was doing there Gohan didn't know, all he knew was that he'd gone utterly insane. He saw Lowela sat at a table in the middle of the room looking, he admitted grudgingly, absolutely gorgeous. Her hourglass figure was graced with a satin blue dress that hugged her skin beautifully, showing the creamy skin of her breasts off to perfection. Her shining red hair was coiled into an elaborate knot at the top of her head, leaving her delicate chin and long, white neck open to inspection. Her face was expertly made up and a large oval stone was settled against her skin below her throat. Gohan tried to get excited about the date but all he could think was how soon he could get away without seeming obvious.

"Gohan," she smiled up at him, her face brightening as she saw him cross the room. "I thought you weren't coming."

"Sorry," he muttered. "I got held up." Liar, he hissed at himself.

"That doesn't matter, you're here now." She leaned over, taking her hand in hers, more than he wished to see of her breasts came into view and he saw her smile as he glanced at her chest. "So what was up with you at lunchtime?"

"Oh," he smiled at last, Trunks was, lately, one of his favourite subjects to touch upon. He reasoned it was because he'd reminded him of Mirai when he'd almost forgotten. "A student of mine has some problems."

"Anyone I know?" she asked, sipping her champagne.

"Possibly. Trunks Vegeta Briefs."

He watched her face sour. "Oh him. I'm not surprised he finally has some problems to deal with. That boy's been slacking off his studies since I can remember. He needs to face up to some responsibilities."

Anger flared up in Gohan like he'd never known it. How dare she! How dare she! What did she know? She had no idea how hard it was for Trunks to act as normal as he could, knowing his heritage! Gohan opened his mouth to tell her exactly what he was thinking when he heard a squeak.

Trunks stared at the restaurant, warmth, light and noise issuing from its exclusive doors. He hated wearing smart but casual clothes but know he could see the restaurant he could see why his mother had insisted. He glanced at his father who scowled at the building. Bulma had managed to get him into a suit and Trunks had to admit, he looked better than he thought he would do. For the full hour of the car journey Vegeta had complained about, saying he looked like that damned black and white bird that couldn't fly, and then he'd gone off about how stupid the planet was having birds that couldn't fly. Bra had stayed with Pan after Videl said she'd exhausted herself out with the day out at the Water Park she'd generously taken her too. Trunks scowled, thinking of how fake she'd sounded on the telephone when he'd picked it up. He'd never hated Videl for divorcing Gohan, in fact it hadn't really bothered him it all. But back then he didn't having the undying obsession for the man. Now he couldn't stand the woman, wanting to lash out at her for inflicting pain on his Gohan. Yes, his Gohan. He'd started calling him that ever since he'd ran up to his room after that talk with his mother and had decided that, like Yaoiya, he'd just admit to himself, and Yaoiya was right, he did feel better. No use denying who you are because you can't be anybody else, he'd learnt that much from his father.

"Are you actually going to enter this place or stand outside admiring it all night!" Vegeta barked, causing Trunks to jump a mile and turns to see his parents already half way through the door.

"I'm coming!"

He entered the restaurant and glanced around uninterested. He'd only come that night as a favour and a thank you for his mother but all he wanted to do was get home, fantasise about Gohan, dream about Gohan and then wake up quickly to go to school and see Gohan.

"Oh Trunks look! Fancy that, hey?"

Trunks looked over to where Bulma was pointing. He almost had a heart attack right there in the middle of the restaurant. His Gohan was there, sitting with some woman holding hands! Trunks' face paled dangerously and all he could utter was a single squeak.

"Trunks?" He heard Bulma's concerned voice but after that all he heard was a rushing wind fill his ears. "Trunks? What's wrong?"

He saw Gohan's head turn to look at him, those beautiful black orbs filled with shock and he couldn't take anymore. Leaving his parents and Gohan behind he high tailed it out of there.

"Trunks!" Gohan stood up, knocking his champagne glass flying, watching the youth run out of the restaurant.

"Gohan! What are you doing?"

Gohan turned to stare at the enraged woman. "I'm leaving, that's what!" He kicked back his chair, taking no notice of the horrified looks he was receiving. "Oh and by the way! Don't bother calling my number again!" And, passing his bewildered parents without so much as a glance Gohan raced out the door after the heart broken teenager.

*Sniffs, passing out boxes of tissues to all* POOR TRUNKS!!! Now come on hands up. Who joins with me now as I say VIDEL'S A BITCH AND DOESN'T DESERVE GOHAN!! If you're a Videl/Gohan admirer 1) You're sad. 2) You shouldn't even be reading this! It's Gohan screwing around with somebody else! As you can guess I hate Videl, but then again, I ain't too hot on the female characters anyway, apart from 18 who's the coolest. You could argue saying Bulma was ace in Dragonball but I couldn't disagree because someone hasn't brought it to England yet! *gets her angry face on* Now if could all do me an ickle teeny tiny favour *puppy dog eyes* I'm not asking you to review but I've got this problem as to who should be on top when they finally do rut like bunnies so if you could just click on that button right there, yes that's the one, and just type in one word. Either "Gohan" or "Trunks". It should take, what? 10 seconds max to sort out my problem and whoever gets the most names wins.

God bless ya! I love ya! Thanks for reading! See ya later!