Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ Dead Ringer 4 Love ( Chapter 6 )

Hi everybody! (Hi Teengohanluva4eva) I know! I know! It's been almost two weeks, I'm a bitch I know! But I stayed at my sisters WAY longer than expected so I had to type this up as fast as I could but I hope it's still a good read. I was watching the news today (as you do) and apparently this archbishop of Birmingham of summit has said same sex relationships are immoral and should be banned. I seriously wanted to through a brick at the t.v but I had to settle for a teddy instead (poor Pikachu). Anyway ENJOY!

Disclaimer: Nope don't own it, wish I did, but I don't, if I did a new blonde female character would arrive, kick Videl's arse and take lovely Gohan all for her lovely self. But, alas, it cannie be.

The bright lights of the city passed by unnoticed, as did the fast cars, the many crowds of people and the harsh wind that whipped at tear stained cheeks from the storm that had abruptly started as soon as he had left the restaurant. But he wasn't even aware he was in the city or stumbling down slippy pavements in torrential weather. All he could think is how he hadn't known a heart could break without making any sound. Trunks rubbed his wet forehead with the back of his hand, his jacket was soaked through and he felt cold, deathly cold. He carried on running and he only noticed the dead end when he crashed into the hard brick wall. He cried out and stood up, his head pounding but he dismissed it and turned to look for another escape when he, again, crashed into something solid. But this solid was warm and, when he looked up, this solid looked furious. If Gohan had bumped into Trunks an hour ago his reaction might have been a different one. Now he would rather do anything than be with Gohan right now. He backed up without saying a word and made to go around him but Gohan stepped to the side and blocked his path. Strong hands gripped the younger mans arms and Trunks had no choice but to look up into dark eyes tight with fury. Whatever he would do about his stupid flight Trunks didn't consider, but he certainly didn't expect him to haul him onto his shoulder and blast off into the night.

Gohan's step hardly altered as he carried him up a flight of steps that led up the outside of Capsule Corp. and along the upper balcony into a room where he dropped Trunks onto his unsteady feet before stalking off towards what he vaguely thought was a bathroom.

Because this was a bedroom, he realised with a thudding heart - a bedroom with two full-length windows standing open either side of a huge coral pink covered bed.

"Get those wet things off!" Gohan came back with a fluffy white towel. Trunks started, his blue eyes huge in his pale face as he stared blankly at him, unable to move a singly muscle in case he fell down again.

Gohan swore and he began stripping off Trunks' clothes, the bite of his fingers quelling any attempt he might've made at trying to stop him. He was shivering violently, though with shock rather than cold. His shirt came off and was thrown down on the soft coral coloured carpet, his arms wrenched away when they automatically crossed over his chest.

Then, as he stood there still half-numbed by his mind-blowing reaction to seeing him with that woman, the towel landed around his shoulders and Gohan was kneeling in front of him, his dark face stern as he ruthlessly began to strip the sodden trousers from him.

"You stupid fool!" he bit out hoarsely. "What made you do something as crazy as that?"

Trunks didn't answer - couldn't. He just stood there huddling into the towel and shivering so badly his teeth chattered. Gohan cursed again, turning angrily away, and began wrenching off his own soaking clothes. His trousers landed on top off Trunks' and were soon followed by his shirt and tie before spinning back to face him.

"I should throttle the life out off you for doing something as stupid as that!"

With another rasping sigh he turned and walked back into the bathroom while Trunks stood staring after him. He came back with a towel wrapped around his shoulders and a small, white box in his hand, his face no less angry when he looked back at him. "Get on the bed now!"

And Trunks lost the ability to breathe.

Desire - for a man who stood half naked in front of him with no idea to what that was doing to him. And a fascination so strong that he couldn't even make himself look the other way! His eyes flickered, and then shifted to graze over wide shoulders and bulging biceps where the deeply tanned skin shone like lovingly oiled leather.

His chest was wide and firm, and then those hips - those narrow, tight hips cradling the essence of the man himself, a man endowed with such power that he could almost feel its-

"Trunks!" Gohan thundered, causing the teen's eyes to swiftly move back to his face. "Get on the bed!" But still Trunks did not move, Gohan pulled the towel over his head and slammed it down on the floor, walking slowly towards him. Trunks took in a short, shaky breath and moistened his dry lips with his tongue. He couldn't move, was unable to do anything other than watch him come towards him.

Trunks gave a startled yelp as Gohan lifted him up and threw him onto the bed he'd refused to get on himself. He lifted himself up into a sitting position, Gohan coming to rest next to him, placing the box on the bed and opening it quickly. Trunks saw it was filled with bandages and plasters and he drew his eyebrows in confusion. "Gohan? What-?"

"Where exactly does it hurt most?" he asked, ignoring the question asked, taking a few small bottles out of their compartments.

"Hurt?" Trunks began to panic as he thought of Gohan knowing of his shattered heart, but you couldn't mend that with bandages, just what was he doing? "It doesn't hurt anywhere, I'm just cold."

Gohan's eyes snapped to his. "Doesn't hurt?" he asked incredulously. "Your head doesn't hurt?"

"No…" Trunks began and then he thought about Gohan's words and he suddenly had the most intense headache of his life. "Bloody hell!" he cried, gripping his head. When Gohan lowered his hands he saw them covered in blood. "You said it, mate," Gohan murmured, wiping the blood with the edge of Trunks' towel.

"Wh - what happened?" Trunks questioned dazedly.

"What happened?" Gohan gave a humourless laugh. "Your head challenged a three foot thick brick wall and lost!" Trunks groaned and dipped his head, his curtains falling over his eyes. "Pretty stupid, huh?"

"That's one way of putting it," Gohan said tenderly, gently brushing away the fallen hair and carefully stroked a soft cotton ball soaked in a burning liquid over his wound. Trunks hissed and gripped Gohan's arm in restraint. "I know it hurts, Trunks. If you hadn't have been so stupid it wouldn't have to be done, so stop being a baby," Gohan added smiling then became serious. "Why did you run out like that Trunks?" Trunks swallowed and averted his eyes. He couldn't tell him the truth, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he thought of Gohan's shocked face as he told him of his lust for him. Trunks then did look into his eyes and swore in his thoughts. Fuck lust - more like love!

"Trunks?" Gohan asked again gently. "Come on, what's been going on?"

Would it seriously do much damage? Trunks wondered. Gohan was broad minded, he had to be for his line of work, he wouldn't hate him for feeling like this, but then again, Trunks wondered, he didn't want Gohan to understand his feelings, he wanted him to return them.

"Nothing," he sighed, leaning into Gohan's caress. He heard Gohan give a raspy sigh. "Nothing?" Lifting the swab away, the gash now as clean as he could get it, Gohan tucked a finger under Trunks' chin and directed his eyes up to his. "You ran out of a restaurant into the pouring rain and smacked your head off a stone wall, but there's nothing wrong?"

"No."

"Trunks." Trunks could hear anger coming into his voice at his lack of co-operation. "I'm not kidding around. I'm really worried about you."

"You are?" Trunks felt some of the broken pieces of his heart that were lying on the floor of his stomach lift to fit together again. He cared! He really did care about him! "I appreciate your concern, Gohan," he managed, shifting his position on the bed so he sat beside the older Saiyan. "But I'll be alright. It's not like I'm the only one to ever feel like this."

Gohan lifted his arm and rested it on Trunks' shoulder, pulling him closer to his chest. "You're right about that but it still may help to talk. If there's anything I could do?"

Trunks sat there with his eyes bulging out of his head. He daredn't move a muscle even breathing was beginning to become a task. If he died right then, he decided, he would have felt his life hadn't been in vain, in fact, it would have been perfect. He struggled for something to say, anything to say, ask him to understand, ask him for at least one kiss, ask him for a least one night! "G - Gohan? Could you - I mean - I heard my mom ask you loads of times if you would - would stay here instead of that hotel and I agree with her. You should stay here…it would make me feel better." Gohan stayed silent for so long panic began to rise, once again, in his chest then he heard Gohan mutter an agreement, the sound rumbling in his chest and vibrated into Trunks. "Yeah. If - if that's what you want but -" Gohan looked down at him. "That would make you feel better?" Trunks nodded and he shrugged. "Well if that's what it takes."

"It's a start," Trunks grinned and then chuckled at Gohan's confused expression.

"Hey, Trunks! Wait up!"

Trunks paused entering his first class of the day when he heard his best friend call his name. Turning he saw Goten running at him with a huge, stupid grin on his face. Not that that was unusual, he reminded himself, Goten was hardly ever upset but when he was!

"Hey!" Goten skidded to a halt and clapped him on the back. "I don't know how you did it, man, but well done!"

Trunks stared at his friend as though he was insane. "Wh - what did I do?"

"You got Gohan out of that hotel! Mom thinks you're a saint!"

Trunks suddenly felt cold. Gohan told Goten that he had made him live at Capsule Corp.? Why would he do that? What had he said? That a teenage boy had pleaded with him to stay at his house? Trunks wanted to die. What would everyone think of that? If they didn't work out that he was gay they'd think he was strange, or a freak. He felt himself swaying on his feet. What if that's what Gohan thought as well? It wasn't like his offer was normal, he'd cracked his head off a wall and what would make him feel better is a grown man coming to sleep in the same building! He wanted to die!

"Trunks? You okay?" Nodding he lifted a hand to the wall and steadied himself. Goten's gasp of shock snapped his eyes to him. "What the hell happened to your head?"

Trunks smiled reassuringly. "I just hit it on something that's all - nothing to worry about, honestly!"

"But how, where?" Goten reached over and gently brushed his fingers over the wound.

"Last night it's nothing, really. It doesn't even hurt very much now," he finished encouragingly, warmth spreading through him at Goten's genuine concern.

Goten nodded. "Have you seen a doctor?"

"Goten! Stop worrying, believe me, my mom's done enough of that for everybody!"

"I can guess - "

"Mr Briefs! Were you planning on joining us this morning, or simply allowing us the pleasure of viewing your back?"

Goten laughed and punched Trunks on the shoulder. "See ya at lunch!"

Trunks watched his run off before he made any attempt to enter the classroom. Every head turned in his direction but he didn't care, this week he'd become used to it. He found his seat at the back next to Yaoiya who grinned at him.

"Today I want you to work from page forty-three onwards and by the end of the lesson I want you to be at least on page fifty."

The whole class groaned but with one look all was silenced. Trunks retrieved his history book and opened up to the pages stated. He felt Yaoiya nudge his arm and he looked up to him. He was pointing to his head and nodding.

Trunks sighed. "Wall," he said simply and Yaoiya shook with laughter so Trunks punched him.

"Sorry but that's funny. Didn't you see it coming?"

"If I had I wouldn't have a hole in my head!" Trunks hissed though he was smiling. Most of the class had started mumbling again but the teacher didn't seem to care so Trunks decided to ask what had been going through his head the whole of the previous night.

"Yaoiya? What was the name of that club again?"

Trunks had promised his mother he would meet Gohan after school to help him with bags and stuff, even though he had moaned that Gohan could manage to catch a cab by himself, but secretly he loved the thought of picking Gohan up in his open-topped car and taking him to where they both lived. He'd changed out of what he had worn for school to the outfit that Gohan seemed to like so much. He shivered in delight as he thought of how Gohan would stare at him again. Maybe it was the tight vest, Trunks thought, looking down at his dress, the way it revealed part of his chest, he should take the jacket off, he decided, slipping the denim off his shoulders. When he looked up he saw Gohan had walked out of the school gates and, with a couple of bags at his feet, was indeed looking at him with that glazed look in his eyes again. Trunks swallowed, butterflies doing double time in his stomach, and strode towards Gohan, stepping into the sun as he left the shade of the trees where he had been standing. He noticed, as he stood in front of him, that he had managed to lose that look and instead look together and, even with the hot sun beating down on his bronzed skin, coolly composed.

"Hey, Trunks. What are you still doing here?" Gohan asked in, what Trunks thought, was an overly friendly tone.

"Come to give you a lift. Of course if you don't want one - "

Gohan laughed and picked up his bags, following Trunks towards the red convertible.

"Well I thought might as well, since I'm going in that direction," Trunks said, swinging into the driving seat. Gohan placed his bags in the back and climbed in next to him. Trunks bit back a gasp at the tingle of electricity running through his arm as Gohan's hand accidentally brushed against his shoulder. He shakily started up the car and they were soon speeding down the main road. Trunks was grateful it was a sunny day so he had an excuse to wear his shades and with them on he could stare at Gohan as much as he liked without Gohan noticing. He'd stared at him a lot that day, he'd gone out of his way to walk past him in the halls, sit in a place with an exact view into his classroom for lunch, and, of course, all through his lesson. But Gohan had not talked or even looked at him once, not once! Trunks deserved an A plus for persistence but Gohan deserved one for resistance. Maybe he did feel uncomfortable because of his request, if he did he was hiding it well now. He was just sat looking at the scenery passing by, even thought he'd seen it a million times or more. Neither of them had said a word since they'd set off, despite Gohan seeming content with the silence it was driving Trunks crazy. Why did he feel speechless around him all the time?

"You're - er - you're staying in the eighth guestroom," Trunks said, coughing at the end, trying to act grown up and adult.

"Oh?" Gohan murmured. "That's next to your room isn't it?"

Heat flamed in Trunks' cheeks but he hoped Gohan blamed it on the sun reappearing from behind a cloud. "Er - yes, yes it is," he stuttered, looking anywhere but Gohan.

Gohan made a sound in his throat and looked, once again, to the buildings whizzing by. This was an extremely rare opportunity to be alone with Gohan and he was wasting it! Say something fool!

"Hot today, isn't it?" Trunks groaned. The weather?!? Who talks about the weather?!?

"Yeah," Gohan nodded, looking over to him. "Bit hot to be wearing a jacket, huh?" And he proceeded to take his suit jacket off. Trunks almost ran over an elderly couple, a Chihuahua and a cyclist in his trance like state watching Gohan undress.

"Trunks!" Gohan yelled, gripping onto the sides of the car as Trunks straightened it out again.

"S - sorry!" he stammered. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking over to Gohan's heaving chest.

"Look at the road not me!" Gohan pointed out, noticing Trunks' wondering eyes. "And yes I'm fine. Thank you for asking," he finished, a humourous smile on his lips. "I prefer to arrive in one piece."

Trunks smiled but felt like curling up and dying and not for the first time that week. Since this fascination with Gohan had started he'd wanted to die at least twenty-four times by his last count. He wasn't going to mention his idea until they arrived home but he didn't want to just sit there and say nothing after almost killing them both.

"Look I - um - I thought maybe - since - you haven't been out in about - I dunno - twenty years!" he grinned, "I wanted to know if you wanted to go out tonight?"

"Go out?" Gohan turned his head to him. "Where to?"

"Just to a little place that's been recommended to me on good authority," he muttered enigmatically.

"A little place? With who?"

"Just me," Trunks answered, pulling into the Capsule Corp. car park.

"You're not trying to set me up are you?"

Trunks gave the fakest laugh he could muster. "Set you up? Nah! Just though you'd want to have a good night out for once."

"You make my life sound so dull, Trunks," Gohan chuckled stepping out of the car and retrieving his bags out of the car but finding Trunks had already swiped them.

"You're a guest, and I'm heading that way anyway. Come on, whadya say? Be a rebel!"

Following the teen into the house and up the stairs Gohan laughed and grudgingly agreed. "Okay, but I'm not getting drunk and I'm not talking to any women."

You wouldn't be able to even if you wanted to, Trunks thought laughing.

Trunks could hear Gohan's every movement from his room where he was getting ready for his…date? Trunks laughed out loud. Somehow he didn't think Gohan saw it like that. He probably thought they were going to a loud, noisy club full of sex-driven teenagers. How wrong could he be?

He'd spent all evening flinging clothes out of his closet like a little girl who was on her first date. Every outfit was wrong, every pair of shoes was wrong, even his hair was being difficult! Even his father had looked in to see what was the cause of the fuss he was making. Trunks had yelled that he was going out with Gohan and he didn't have a thing to wear, to which Vegeta had looked shocked and had quietly left the room.

With half an hour to go he still didn't have a shirt. The trousers he'd finally decided on were dark blue stone washed jeans and, though he could hardly breath, he knew he looked good in them. But what shirt? A silk shirt would be nice but the colour? Gohan liked that black top he was wearing - so - black it was!

He asked Gohan to meet him at the backdoor since he would die if any of his family saw him like this. He looked good, damn good, but looking damn good to go out with his best friend's older brother wasn't exactly normal. He was slightly worried about what Gohan would wear since he didn't really know where they were going would he wear something inappropriate. Ah! Gohan would look good in anything! But as he turned the corner he was shocked still.

Gohan looked absolutely gorgeous in a pearl-grey sportcoat, charcoal trousers, a white shirt that looked like it was made of silk and that required no tie. He'd look even better without that jacket, Trunks thought, licking his suddenly dry lips, or without anything at all.

The look on Trunks' face stopped Gohan in his tracks as he walked towards the door and quite embarrassed him out of thoughtfulness. He stood still from coming round the corner, looking amazing in his attire, and just stared at him with those brilliant eyes until he began to think he had made some sort of terrible mistake. As far as he could think, he had not. His trousers were zipped up and fitted perfectly to his hips, his shirt did have a few buttons undone and he had definitely put it on.

He found himself blushing from the intense stare. It was ridiculous! He had never been bothered about people looking at him. He knew because of his muscled body plenty of people did find him attractive but it had never bothered him.

Trunks bothered him, though, and he didn't seem to care that he was embarrassing him. His eyes were moving over him as if he was intent on photographing his image on his mind. He was inspecting every inch of his figure with a concentration that left him feeling breathless. But he could not deny he was doing exactly the same thing.

Trunks was the first to speak after their silent but blatant examination of their dress.

"So! You sure scrub up nicely."

Gohan smiled and followed him as he walked out of the door. "Could say the same for you."

The incredible blue neon lights reflected brilliantly off the shiny jaguar's surface as they approached the club. `Blue Haven' was flashing on and off every few seconds. Trunks parked the car and stepped onto the pavement, joined quickly by a stunned elder Saiyan. Trunks laughed and propelled him past the huge queue of people waiting to get into club.

"Trunks? Don't we have to - ?"

But he ignored him and didn't stop until he was in front of a huge, black bouncer who looked like he could chew iron.

"Name?" he grunted, lifting his clipboard.

"Trunks Vegeta Briefs."

"You're not on the - Briefs?" the giant looked Trunks up and down. "Oh! Mr Briefs. Come in." He lifted the rope and Trunks sauntered in, closely followed by Gohan as he stared back at the other man.

Gohan had to shield his eyes as he entered the club. The sign outside the place wasn't the only electric blue light there, the room was covered in them, all in different shapes. Palm trees, coconuts, whales, fish, and above the bar was a great `Jaws' replica.

But Gohan, barely noticing these things in his quick glance round, was amazed by something else.

"Trunks?" he whispered hoarsely. He looked round to his teacher and saw him looking at him incredulously. "Trunks. There's only guys here!"

Trunks laughed, squeezing his arm. "I noticed."

"But - but - " he spluttered, nodding nervously to a blonde man looking at him with an interested look on his face. "Trunks! You've brought me to a gay bar?!?"

"I know," he smiled and Gohan almost fainted. "There's a tiny problem with that, Trunks," he said calmly. "I'm not gay!"

Trunks turned away, making out he was looking at the DJ box at the far end of the dance floor. "I know," he got out in a croaked whisper, which Gohan barely heard over the music.

"Then why are we here?"

"I - " Trunks bit his lip whilst dragging him over to the bar. "You said you didn't want to be bothered by women."

"Well yeah," he gulped. "But I don't wanna be chatted up by men either!"

"I won't let them!" Trunks growled, earning a strange look from Gohan. "I - er - I mean, if we act like we're together then nobody will bother us will they?" Trunks saw Gohan looking doubtful. "Look, we're just here for a drink and a good time so don't worry. Just take my arm and you'll be fine."

Gohan lowered his eyebrows in thought but after seeing the same blonde man make his way towards him he hurriedly linked his arm with Trunks. The man looked crestfallen but turned away and Trunks looked like all his Christmas' had come at once.

"So? What's your poison?" he asked, subtly squeezing Gohan's arm closer to him.

"I don't really drink - "

"Aw, come on, Gohan! Live a little!"

"Okay!" he raked his eyes over the many coloured bottles on the shelf behind the blue-headed man serving the drinks. "That red one," he pointed out.

"Good choice," Trunks agreed. "Same for me, please."

After watching the bartender flip and turn the bottles before pouring them in generously sized glasses Trunks watched Gohan taste his drink with a smile on his face. Gohan almost spat the stuff back out again. "Bloody Hell!" he gasped, placing the drink back on the side. "What's in it?"

Trunks smugly poured the liquid down his throat without a word of distaste. "What? Don't like it?"

Four hours, Twenty-one drinks each and seven toilet breaks later and Trunks was beginning to laugh an awful lot. They'd found a table in the far corner of the club and had ordered drink after drink after Trunks had challenged Gohan to a drinking competition. First to pass out loses. For a man who didn't really drink Gohan sure could handle his alcohol, sort of.

"Hey, Gohan!" Trunks slurred, leaning onto Gohan's left arm. "Wanna hear a joke?"

Gohan smiled and looked at him, which was slightly to the right of where Trunks really was. "Sure? Is it really good?"

"Really good!" Trunks said louder than was necessary. "Okay! There's an Irish man, right? And he walks into bar - "

"Did it hurt?" Gohan asked and they burst out laughing.

"No, stupid!" Trunks giggled, slapping his chest. "He didn't walk into a bar, he walked into a bar! And he saw a girl."

"Wasn't this bar then!"

Laughing again Trunks leaned closer to him. "It's my joke!" he admonished and Gohan chuckled and apologized. "He sees a girl and he asks her if he can buy her a drink. But she goes `I better tell you, I'm a lesbian!' And the Irish man goes `Lesbian, never heard of it. What part of lesbian you from?'"

Gohan spluttered into his drink. "Wait, wait!" Trunks said, resting his head on Gohan's shoulder. "That's not it. And then the girl goes `no you don't understand, let me put it another way. See that waitress over there? I wanna go over there, pull her skirt down and bite her arse.' And the Irish man goes `really, then I think I'm a lesbian too!'"

They spent five minutes laughing hysterically before Gohan drunkenly looked at his watch. "Oh shit! It's half past one!"

"I should be in school!" Trunks said, sitting upright. Gohan laughed and pulled him back to his chest. "No! One in the morning!"

"Oh!" Trunks snapped his tongue. "I should be in bed. Wanna go to bed, Gohan?"

"Yeah, okay!"

They shakily got to their feet and, somehow, made their way to the front door, after walking into the toilets and three cupboards. Trunks thanked the doorman with a hug and then they wobbled down to his car. Trunks was about to climb in when Gohan held him back. "You're too drink to drive," he slurred. "Let me."

"You're drunk too, mister!" he sniggered, hugging Gohan around his middle.

"Oh yeah!" he looked around the street that was virtually deserted. "Guess we'll have to walk." Trunk nodded in agreement. "Where do I live again?"

"This way!" Gohan said triumphantly. "I think."

They started off down the road and by some miracle ended up at Capsule Corp. an hour later. They propped each other up and climbed to stairs until they ended up in Trunks' room. Trunks opened the door and then started laughing again. "What?" Gohan questioned, closing the door behind them.

"You said you wouldn't get drunk tonight, remember?"

They collapsed onto the bed laughing uncontrollably. They soon calmed down and lay on Trunks' bed in silence for a while until Trunks rolled over and looked down at Gohan whose eyes were only half open. "Gohan?" he asked whilst stroking his arm up and down. Gohan made a disgruntled noise but didn't move. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Gohan smiled and nodded his head vigorously. "Good." He looked at the blurred figure of his object of affection and leaned closer. "Gohan?" He once again made a noise without opening his mouth and Trunks leaned even closer. "How drunk are you?" Shaking his head Gohan closed his eyes. "Don't matter `n'way," he murmured.

Gohan's eyes shot open as Trunks' mouth made contact with his own. What was happening? He asked himself as he felt Trunks' warm lips move against his. But his fuzzy mind had locked away and irrational thinking. It was useless trying to tell himself to stop him; his senses drank in the closeness of him so greedily that their need obliterated everything else.

He didn't protest when his hands slid into his hair, holding him captive as he kissed him, slowly, lingeringly as though he wanted to savour each individual millisecond of pleasure, his lips brushing his, sensitizing them, until they clung eagerly to his, urgently seeking a deeper pressure. He gripped Trunks closer to him, his nails digging in the firm flesh of his back. The top half of his body was covering his, pressing him further into the bed. He could feel the unsteady race of his heartbeat, the heat coming off his flesh. As he closed his eyes, Gohan could visualize his body, hard and male, his skin satin-sleek over his muscles, strong and powerful. He heard Trunks mumble something but he didn't catch it as he unlocked their lips. He gave a strangled cry to the loss but Trunks just smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Night - night," he managed before falling onto his back an slipping into unconsciousness.

Gohan stared down at him, his head hurting too much from him to make anything of the past event so he lay next to the lavender headed demi-Saiyan and, also, fell asleep.

Iz I evil or what? I was seriously thinking of having them do it then but then I thought a drunken leg over is hardly what people want when they finally sleep with their crush so when will it be? What will Gohan think in the morning? Will he still remember? Will he freak out? All will be revealed until then, look after yourselves and each other!