Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crowned Evil ❯ Old Lusts ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Jady 
Warning: semi-graphic yaoi
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 513 | Status: Work In Progress
Warning: semi-graphic yaoi
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 513 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 7: Old Lusts
Mirai Trunks spun around as the gravity settings were suddenly cut off. In the doorway he saw little Goten standing, looking nervously back and forth. The demi-Saiyajin frowned somewhat and stepped forward, golden locks falling back to lavender. "You really shouldn't just burst in, Goten," he scolded, worried for the young boy's safety. "If you did that when Father was training it could cost you a limb."
Goten smiled and nodded, closing the door behind him. "Gomen, Trunks. Gohan asked me to come here and for us to wait for him. He has some girl that he's going to fight with. I was afraid he'd gotten here before I did. Gohan would be really angry if that happened."
Trunks frowned, staring at the young child. "Goten, I've been kind of worried about you. You seem so afraid of Gohan."
Goten watched as Trunks stepped forward, wiping the sweat from his brow. He looked away guilty. For some reason, Gohan had never changed around Mirai Trunks the way he had changed to the rest of the world. To Mirai Trunks, Gohan had just grown stronger because of the training with Vejita. There was no evil sinister rage directed towards the world when Gohan was around Trunks. There was no abuse or violence outside of spars. No one knew why this was. Chibi Trunks believed it was because Mirai Trunks was Gohan's best friend, in the same way that Goten knew if something caused him to change he would never be able to hurt chibi Trunks. Swallowing, Goten recalled the last time he'd nearly told Mirai Trunks about Gohan's true self. Gohan had entered the room during the conversation, and… "I don't know what you're talking about," Goten forced himself to smile while forcing the tears in his eyes away. Trunks stared at him for a quick moment before smiling and shrugging, trusting the young demi-Saiyajin. There wasn't anything more Goten wanted than to scream what Gohan was truly doing to him from the rooftops, but Gohan would know, and he would be punished from his betrayal.
"Well, if Gohan is coming for a spar, you want to warm up with me? You know Gohan doesn't like to be gentle."
Goten nodded. It would be best. The pain would be less.
~*~
In silence, Trunks led Videl through the maze of hallways inside of the Capsule Corporation mansion. He opened each door as he came upon it, searching for his mother. After checking in the garage, he had determined that Bulma was indeed home. Her favorite car was here, so unless it was broken, which was rare sine she kept it in the best condition possible, she was home. They were on the third floor, Trunks checking the rooms of the left while Videl checked the right. Trunks was slowly becoming scared. He didn't want to think what would happen if Gohan was kept waiting. The stairway to the forth floor came into view. Trunks paused and looked towards Videl. "Why don't you finish this hall and I'll begin upstairs?"
"Another upstairs?" Videl exclaimed with wide eyes. "This house is huge!"
Trunks offered a smile and shrug and moved towards the staircase, but as soon as his feet hit the second stair Videl called out for him to pause. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the young black-haired woman looking at him cautiously. "Trunks, what is Gohan really like?"
Slowly he turned, watching her eyes warily. He saw the small sparkle of love in her eyes, though he wasn't really sure how he knew that it was love. He looked away, eyes wondering over the cracks in the floor, before turning back to her. "Videl, you don't want to know. I'd tell you to leave, and stay as far away from him as you can, but it's useless now. He's got you in his sights and he isn't going to leave you be." Trunks shook his head, turning his back to the frightened teenager. "It doesn't matter, though. Whatever I say, you'll never believe. He won't let you believe it, and he'll just punish me."
"Punish you?" Videl exclaimed, but Trunks ignored her, darting up the stairs three and four at a time. She watched as he vanished around the corner before sighing and moving towards the next door. She turned the knob and pushed it opened, only to discover and empty bathroom. The next door was a closet, and the following one was a bedroom with only a robot cleaning the wooden floors.
Believing the search useless, and not really even know who she was looking for, Videl moved on to the last two. She shoved opened the first door and was rewarded with a gasp of surprise. Stumbling back, Videl pressed her hand against her chest and offered a sad smile. "Gomen nasai! I didn't mean to frighten you. Are you Bulma Briefs?"
The blue haired woman who had been resting against the window grabbed the curtain and closed it, casting the room in darkness. She moved to a lamp atop a large dresser and turned it on with a nod. "Yes, that's me. Who are you?"
"Videl Satan," she replied with a smile. "Gohan told me that perhaps, if you weren't busy, you could give me a quick haircut. I want to begin training under him and your husband." She paused as she realized that Bulma's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were hinted red. The scientist had been crying when she'd entered. "Oh, Briefs-san, is something wrong?" she questioned quietly as she stepped into the room, door swinging closed behind her. Bulma shook her head and turned towards the dresser, opening the drawer and pulling out a large pair of metallic scissors. With the item in hand, she looked towards Videl. "I'd like to ask that you reconsider training beneath Vejita and Gohan. It's extremely dangerous, and you may find you fighting for your life in the very near future."
If she wasn't frightened before, Videl was now. She looked at wife and friend, or so she'd been told, of Vejita and Gohan, and was being warned that the two males were probably the most powerful and dangerous men alive. Bulma stepped forward, wiping at her wet eyes with the back of her sleeve. "You're the daughter of Satan-san. You can afford much more safe and qualified teachers than the two of them."
Videl frowned, feeling her anger overwhelming her. "You can't be serious. You're acting like the two of them are Cell reborn! They're just men, and I'm going to teach them something about…" she was cut off as she heard Trunks' voice echo out in the hallway. Turning, she called out to him and the door swung opened. "Gosh, that was fast," she smiled to the young boy as he entered the room. Trunks paused as he saw his mother and he sighed in relief. "Thank Kami," he sighed in relief. "Could you…"
"Yes, sure," Bulma said, motioning towards the bed. Videl moved over and sat beneath it on the floor, legs crossed in front of her. Bulma moved over to her and began combing the locks with her fingers.
~*~
Mirai Trunks laughed as Goten darted around him, a cheerful smile on his face. He was crouched down in a defensive position, awaiting the attack that was inevitable to come. He had a nasty scar running across his cheek where Goten had attacked him with a ki blast. The boy hadn't meant to hit him so directly, but during spars accidents were bound to happen.
Goten soared down towards Trunks, blast burning in his hand, just as the door swung opened. The sudden drop in gravity caused Goten to go sailing into the ceiling instead of at Trunks. Laughing, Trunks stepped over to help Goten up as he landed with a nasty thud on the hard floors of the gravity room, and looked to see Gohan stepping into the room, tugging at the loose straps of his pants.
He entered the room and allowed the door to swing shut behind him before his eyes fell upon his little brother. "Where's Videl and chibi Trunks?" he demanded from the boy. Goten quickly scrambled to his feet without the assistance of Mirai Trunks and took a few wary steps forward. "Still with Bulma, most likely," he responded. Mirai Trunks frowned and looked to the young boy. He acted so differently around his brother, as if Gohan stripped him of his youth and playfulness. Shrugging it off for later consideration, Mirai Trunks looked over to Gohan with a smile. "So Gohan," he playfully teased, folding his arms across his chest. "Who is this Videl I've heard so much about?"
Gohan grinned as he looked to the elder version of Trunks. In the pose he stood in, back arched, arms folded, and shoulders back, he looked almost like a younger and more innocent version of Vejita. Smirking, he stepped towards the center of the large room and stared into the large blue eyes of the prince's son. "Are you teasing me, Trunks?" he purred with raised brows.
Trunks chuckled softly with a taunting gleam in his eyes. "What if I am, Gohan?" he played along, deadly grin on his lips.
Gohan's smirk faded as he saw the lustful grin - a grin he'd seen moments ago on Vejita's face. Oh indeed - the son was nothing less than an extension of the father. He could feel himself hardening within the folds of his pants. The scar along Trunks' face slowly drew his attention. "What happened?" he questioned, watching as a small droplet of blood swam down the smooth curves of the demi-Saiyajin's cheek before resting on the edge of his jawbone, threatening to fall at even given second. Trunks gave a confused look before he felt the small trail of blood and wiped at it, capturing the droplet between his fingers. "Oh, Goten got me good, didn't he?" he said with a chuckle.
Gohan's eyes slowly turned to his brother to see the chibi slowly backing up with a tremble in his eyes. Gohan smiled. "Nice job." At the comment of approval, Goten's eyes brightened and he smiled, at which Gohan frowned. "Sometimes I think you're nothing more that that weakling baka father that caused our existence." Goten's face dropped as his eyes began to shake. Trunks gave a shocked glare to Gohan. "What the hell are you doing? You sound like Vejita!"
With a snarl and surge of energy, Trunks found himself slamming into the wall and thudding against the ground in a small ball. He moaned out as he gripped his stomach, feeling his skin through the smoking hole in his shirt. He looked up to see Gohan stepping in front of Goten, reaching down and grabbing the boy's shoulders. His fingernails dug into the skin through the thin material of the boy's orange gi. Goten winced, but didn't cry out as Trunks had expected he would do. "I suppose all Son males have it buried inside of them, ne, Goten?"
Goten reminded silent, looking into the dark eyes of his brother. Trunks desperately tried to rise to his feet with the overwhelming need to protect the youngest Son male, but the blast to his stomach made him feel sick and as the intense settings of the gravity pulled on him he felt blood rushing from his head. "Gohan… leave him alone…"
Ignoring the exclamations of the elder version of Trunks, Gohan looked down with approval at his chibi brother, and for the first time, Goten noted with a bright smile. His brother didn't despise him! An overwhelming relief filled the youngest Son. Gohan had treated him so meanly because he hated the innocent way that Goten was acting. Gohan wanted him to the strong, to be a real senshi like he always said Vejita was. He nodded furiously, stepping forward. Gohan placed his hand in Goten's thick hair, rubbing it affectionately with a matching smile on his face. "Hai, big brother. Is… is that the way you want me to be, like you and Vejita-san?"
Gohan nodded with a frown, reminded that he might be overreacting. The scar of Trunks' face could have just been a mistake. He stepped back, shoving Goten backwards. Goten stumbled and fell to the ground with a sad look. "To bad that's not the way you are. You're a weakling, just like I was, and just like Tousan was."
"No!" Goten cried out, jumping to his feet, desperate for his brother's approval. "No, Gohan, please! I can be like you and Vejita! Please! I'll do anything! Please, brother!"
Tilting his head, Gohan looked to Trunks, who had managed to climb to his feet, hand grasping his wounded stomach. Blood was dripping down on his jeans, staining then a nearly black shade of red. He turned back to the young and frantic Goten, seeing the pleading eyes. Perhaps it would be wise to consider training the young boy. "Perhaps," he muttered, eyes slowly looking back to Trunks. The elder version rested against the wall, glaring with rage at Gohan, hand clutching the wound on his stomach. It was bleeding more than Gohan had expected it too, although it was far from fatal it would take days to heal even with the Saiyajin healing powers. "Go find chibi Trunks and Videl and bring them here."
Goten turned and darted out of the room, leaving Mirai Trunks alone with Gohan. Smirking, Gohan stepped forward until he rested before the lavender-haired demi-Saiyajin. He grabbed at Trunks' wrist, ripping it away from the new injury, and pressed his palm against the wound. Trunks snarled and tried to jerk away, but the same hand held him down. "What's wrong, Trunks?" Gohan questioned mockingly, as if he was speaking to a small child. Trunks' eyes looked down to Gohan with nothing but rage burning in the blue orbs. "All these years, you've been this demon… and I never once saw the truth."
"Yes," Gohan chipped with a chuckle. "You're quite a baka!"
"Get your filthy hands off of me!" roared Mirai Trunks as he shoved Gohan away, but only succeeding in falling to the floor with a grunt and moan. With a chuckle, Gohan knelt down beside the weakened man and watched as he turned onto his back. The white floors of the gravity chamber were now stained red from the blood of the wound. "Oh, Trunks," Gohan sighed, shaking his head. He pressed his palm against the wound again, actually trying to help by stopping the blood flow. He leaned forward, resting his free palm against Trunks' cheek as he stared into his eyes. From afar he seemed so much like Vejita, but the differences were so visible. There was no darkness in his blue eyes, and his emotions were so plain.
Nevertheless, this was the son of Vejita, and somewhere in that lack of darkness and visible emotions, there was the evil lurking somewhere inside. Gohan moved atop Trunks, straddling the man's hips. Trunks snarled and tried to stand, but with his free hand, Gohan shoved him back down. "Be still," he snarled as he leaned down and pressed his lips against Trunks'. A loud but muffled roar echoed out as he protested, but Gohan only swallowed the words. He removed his hand from the wound on Trunks' stomach as he felt the blood flow slow and reached down ripping away the material of the jeans without bothering to unbutton them. At Trunks' sides the material ripped. With a grin, Gohan moved downwards with one hand pressing against Trunks' chest to keep him against the floor. He saw the limp length hanging between the demi-Saiyajin's legs and frowned in annoyance. Trunks wasn't anywhere near Vejita's length, but as he thought the idea only intrigued him. With a devious grin he reached down and took the soft appendage into his lips, teeth running upwards as he swallowed it.
Trunks cried out as he was engulfed with the warmth of Gohan's mouth. His back arched at the vibration in Gohan's throat when the younger teenager chuckled. "Gohan!" Trunks exclaimed as he pulled back. Never before had he experienced something so pleasurable. Gohan's tongue brushed around the tip of his now trembling arousal as he pulled back. Trunks moaned in protest as Gohan rose to his feet, but he fell silent as he saw the Son male pulling his pants away, showing his own impressive hardness. Trunks swallowed and tried to force himself to flee, but Gohan was down on him again, hips sandwiching his need. "Don't worry, you get it easier than your father did."
"Nani?" Trunks questioned, but his question was silenced as Gohan's lips crushed his. Trunks purred as he reached up, wrapping his arms around Gohan's shoulders, pulling the teenager against him. "Gohan…" he whispered pleadingly. His need was overwhelming, and he knew why. For years in his own timeline he'd lusted after Mirai Gohan, and this version of Gohan reminded him so much of the man he'd dreamt about for hundreds of nights. He wanted Gohan. He needed Gohan!
Sensing this, Gohan pulled back, looking down at the lavender-haired man. He grabbed the edge of Trunks' black shirt and ripped it down, showing the muscular chest and abdomen - perfect in every way, just like his father. Gohan grinned down at him, seeing Vejita lying there with a smirk on his face in his mind's eye. Gohan drew his knees forward, positioning his entrance over the hardened length of the young demi-Saiyajin. His eyes stared down into the blue orbs of Trunks with a grin. He bit on his bottom lip as he lowered himself down, wincing with a hard painful moan when he was ripped apart inside by the thickness.
"Kami!" Trunks cried out, his chin jerking up as he was engulfed in tightness and warmth that couldn't be imagined. His nails dug into the skin of Gohan's thighs as he tried to tug the boy further down, shoving his hips upwards into Gohan.
~*~
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Mirai Trunks spun around as the gravity settings were suddenly cut off. In the doorway he saw little Goten standing, looking nervously back and forth. The demi-Saiyajin frowned somewhat and stepped forward, golden locks falling back to lavender. "You really shouldn't just burst in, Goten," he scolded, worried for the young boy's safety. "If you did that when Father was training it could cost you a limb."
Goten smiled and nodded, closing the door behind him. "Gomen, Trunks. Gohan asked me to come here and for us to wait for him. He has some girl that he's going to fight with. I was afraid he'd gotten here before I did. Gohan would be really angry if that happened."
Trunks frowned, staring at the young child. "Goten, I've been kind of worried about you. You seem so afraid of Gohan."
Goten watched as Trunks stepped forward, wiping the sweat from his brow. He looked away guilty. For some reason, Gohan had never changed around Mirai Trunks the way he had changed to the rest of the world. To Mirai Trunks, Gohan had just grown stronger because of the training with Vejita. There was no evil sinister rage directed towards the world when Gohan was around Trunks. There was no abuse or violence outside of spars. No one knew why this was. Chibi Trunks believed it was because Mirai Trunks was Gohan's best friend, in the same way that Goten knew if something caused him to change he would never be able to hurt chibi Trunks. Swallowing, Goten recalled the last time he'd nearly told Mirai Trunks about Gohan's true self. Gohan had entered the room during the conversation, and… "I don't know what you're talking about," Goten forced himself to smile while forcing the tears in his eyes away. Trunks stared at him for a quick moment before smiling and shrugging, trusting the young demi-Saiyajin. There wasn't anything more Goten wanted than to scream what Gohan was truly doing to him from the rooftops, but Gohan would know, and he would be punished from his betrayal.
"Well, if Gohan is coming for a spar, you want to warm up with me? You know Gohan doesn't like to be gentle."
Goten nodded. It would be best. The pain would be less.
~*~
In silence, Trunks led Videl through the maze of hallways inside of the Capsule Corporation mansion. He opened each door as he came upon it, searching for his mother. After checking in the garage, he had determined that Bulma was indeed home. Her favorite car was here, so unless it was broken, which was rare sine she kept it in the best condition possible, she was home. They were on the third floor, Trunks checking the rooms of the left while Videl checked the right. Trunks was slowly becoming scared. He didn't want to think what would happen if Gohan was kept waiting. The stairway to the forth floor came into view. Trunks paused and looked towards Videl. "Why don't you finish this hall and I'll begin upstairs?"
"Another upstairs?" Videl exclaimed with wide eyes. "This house is huge!"
Trunks offered a smile and shrug and moved towards the staircase, but as soon as his feet hit the second stair Videl called out for him to pause. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the young black-haired woman looking at him cautiously. "Trunks, what is Gohan really like?"
Slowly he turned, watching her eyes warily. He saw the small sparkle of love in her eyes, though he wasn't really sure how he knew that it was love. He looked away, eyes wondering over the cracks in the floor, before turning back to her. "Videl, you don't want to know. I'd tell you to leave, and stay as far away from him as you can, but it's useless now. He's got you in his sights and he isn't going to leave you be." Trunks shook his head, turning his back to the frightened teenager. "It doesn't matter, though. Whatever I say, you'll never believe. He won't let you believe it, and he'll just punish me."
"Punish you?" Videl exclaimed, but Trunks ignored her, darting up the stairs three and four at a time. She watched as he vanished around the corner before sighing and moving towards the next door. She turned the knob and pushed it opened, only to discover and empty bathroom. The next door was a closet, and the following one was a bedroom with only a robot cleaning the wooden floors.
Believing the search useless, and not really even know who she was looking for, Videl moved on to the last two. She shoved opened the first door and was rewarded with a gasp of surprise. Stumbling back, Videl pressed her hand against her chest and offered a sad smile. "Gomen nasai! I didn't mean to frighten you. Are you Bulma Briefs?"
The blue haired woman who had been resting against the window grabbed the curtain and closed it, casting the room in darkness. She moved to a lamp atop a large dresser and turned it on with a nod. "Yes, that's me. Who are you?"
"Videl Satan," she replied with a smile. "Gohan told me that perhaps, if you weren't busy, you could give me a quick haircut. I want to begin training under him and your husband." She paused as she realized that Bulma's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were hinted red. The scientist had been crying when she'd entered. "Oh, Briefs-san, is something wrong?" she questioned quietly as she stepped into the room, door swinging closed behind her. Bulma shook her head and turned towards the dresser, opening the drawer and pulling out a large pair of metallic scissors. With the item in hand, she looked towards Videl. "I'd like to ask that you reconsider training beneath Vejita and Gohan. It's extremely dangerous, and you may find you fighting for your life in the very near future."
If she wasn't frightened before, Videl was now. She looked at wife and friend, or so she'd been told, of Vejita and Gohan, and was being warned that the two males were probably the most powerful and dangerous men alive. Bulma stepped forward, wiping at her wet eyes with the back of her sleeve. "You're the daughter of Satan-san. You can afford much more safe and qualified teachers than the two of them."
Videl frowned, feeling her anger overwhelming her. "You can't be serious. You're acting like the two of them are Cell reborn! They're just men, and I'm going to teach them something about…" she was cut off as she heard Trunks' voice echo out in the hallway. Turning, she called out to him and the door swung opened. "Gosh, that was fast," she smiled to the young boy as he entered the room. Trunks paused as he saw his mother and he sighed in relief. "Thank Kami," he sighed in relief. "Could you…"
"Yes, sure," Bulma said, motioning towards the bed. Videl moved over and sat beneath it on the floor, legs crossed in front of her. Bulma moved over to her and began combing the locks with her fingers.
~*~
Mirai Trunks laughed as Goten darted around him, a cheerful smile on his face. He was crouched down in a defensive position, awaiting the attack that was inevitable to come. He had a nasty scar running across his cheek where Goten had attacked him with a ki blast. The boy hadn't meant to hit him so directly, but during spars accidents were bound to happen.
Goten soared down towards Trunks, blast burning in his hand, just as the door swung opened. The sudden drop in gravity caused Goten to go sailing into the ceiling instead of at Trunks. Laughing, Trunks stepped over to help Goten up as he landed with a nasty thud on the hard floors of the gravity room, and looked to see Gohan stepping into the room, tugging at the loose straps of his pants.
He entered the room and allowed the door to swing shut behind him before his eyes fell upon his little brother. "Where's Videl and chibi Trunks?" he demanded from the boy. Goten quickly scrambled to his feet without the assistance of Mirai Trunks and took a few wary steps forward. "Still with Bulma, most likely," he responded. Mirai Trunks frowned and looked to the young boy. He acted so differently around his brother, as if Gohan stripped him of his youth and playfulness. Shrugging it off for later consideration, Mirai Trunks looked over to Gohan with a smile. "So Gohan," he playfully teased, folding his arms across his chest. "Who is this Videl I've heard so much about?"
Gohan grinned as he looked to the elder version of Trunks. In the pose he stood in, back arched, arms folded, and shoulders back, he looked almost like a younger and more innocent version of Vejita. Smirking, he stepped towards the center of the large room and stared into the large blue eyes of the prince's son. "Are you teasing me, Trunks?" he purred with raised brows.
Trunks chuckled softly with a taunting gleam in his eyes. "What if I am, Gohan?" he played along, deadly grin on his lips.
Gohan's smirk faded as he saw the lustful grin - a grin he'd seen moments ago on Vejita's face. Oh indeed - the son was nothing less than an extension of the father. He could feel himself hardening within the folds of his pants. The scar along Trunks' face slowly drew his attention. "What happened?" he questioned, watching as a small droplet of blood swam down the smooth curves of the demi-Saiyajin's cheek before resting on the edge of his jawbone, threatening to fall at even given second. Trunks gave a confused look before he felt the small trail of blood and wiped at it, capturing the droplet between his fingers. "Oh, Goten got me good, didn't he?" he said with a chuckle.
Gohan's eyes slowly turned to his brother to see the chibi slowly backing up with a tremble in his eyes. Gohan smiled. "Nice job." At the comment of approval, Goten's eyes brightened and he smiled, at which Gohan frowned. "Sometimes I think you're nothing more that that weakling baka father that caused our existence." Goten's face dropped as his eyes began to shake. Trunks gave a shocked glare to Gohan. "What the hell are you doing? You sound like Vejita!"
With a snarl and surge of energy, Trunks found himself slamming into the wall and thudding against the ground in a small ball. He moaned out as he gripped his stomach, feeling his skin through the smoking hole in his shirt. He looked up to see Gohan stepping in front of Goten, reaching down and grabbing the boy's shoulders. His fingernails dug into the skin through the thin material of the boy's orange gi. Goten winced, but didn't cry out as Trunks had expected he would do. "I suppose all Son males have it buried inside of them, ne, Goten?"
Goten reminded silent, looking into the dark eyes of his brother. Trunks desperately tried to rise to his feet with the overwhelming need to protect the youngest Son male, but the blast to his stomach made him feel sick and as the intense settings of the gravity pulled on him he felt blood rushing from his head. "Gohan… leave him alone…"
Ignoring the exclamations of the elder version of Trunks, Gohan looked down with approval at his chibi brother, and for the first time, Goten noted with a bright smile. His brother didn't despise him! An overwhelming relief filled the youngest Son. Gohan had treated him so meanly because he hated the innocent way that Goten was acting. Gohan wanted him to the strong, to be a real senshi like he always said Vejita was. He nodded furiously, stepping forward. Gohan placed his hand in Goten's thick hair, rubbing it affectionately with a matching smile on his face. "Hai, big brother. Is… is that the way you want me to be, like you and Vejita-san?"
Gohan nodded with a frown, reminded that he might be overreacting. The scar of Trunks' face could have just been a mistake. He stepped back, shoving Goten backwards. Goten stumbled and fell to the ground with a sad look. "To bad that's not the way you are. You're a weakling, just like I was, and just like Tousan was."
"No!" Goten cried out, jumping to his feet, desperate for his brother's approval. "No, Gohan, please! I can be like you and Vejita! Please! I'll do anything! Please, brother!"
Tilting his head, Gohan looked to Trunks, who had managed to climb to his feet, hand grasping his wounded stomach. Blood was dripping down on his jeans, staining then a nearly black shade of red. He turned back to the young and frantic Goten, seeing the pleading eyes. Perhaps it would be wise to consider training the young boy. "Perhaps," he muttered, eyes slowly looking back to Trunks. The elder version rested against the wall, glaring with rage at Gohan, hand clutching the wound on his stomach. It was bleeding more than Gohan had expected it too, although it was far from fatal it would take days to heal even with the Saiyajin healing powers. "Go find chibi Trunks and Videl and bring them here."
Goten turned and darted out of the room, leaving Mirai Trunks alone with Gohan. Smirking, Gohan stepped forward until he rested before the lavender-haired demi-Saiyajin. He grabbed at Trunks' wrist, ripping it away from the new injury, and pressed his palm against the wound. Trunks snarled and tried to jerk away, but the same hand held him down. "What's wrong, Trunks?" Gohan questioned mockingly, as if he was speaking to a small child. Trunks' eyes looked down to Gohan with nothing but rage burning in the blue orbs. "All these years, you've been this demon… and I never once saw the truth."
"Yes," Gohan chipped with a chuckle. "You're quite a baka!"
"Get your filthy hands off of me!" roared Mirai Trunks as he shoved Gohan away, but only succeeding in falling to the floor with a grunt and moan. With a chuckle, Gohan knelt down beside the weakened man and watched as he turned onto his back. The white floors of the gravity chamber were now stained red from the blood of the wound. "Oh, Trunks," Gohan sighed, shaking his head. He pressed his palm against the wound again, actually trying to help by stopping the blood flow. He leaned forward, resting his free palm against Trunks' cheek as he stared into his eyes. From afar he seemed so much like Vejita, but the differences were so visible. There was no darkness in his blue eyes, and his emotions were so plain.
Nevertheless, this was the son of Vejita, and somewhere in that lack of darkness and visible emotions, there was the evil lurking somewhere inside. Gohan moved atop Trunks, straddling the man's hips. Trunks snarled and tried to stand, but with his free hand, Gohan shoved him back down. "Be still," he snarled as he leaned down and pressed his lips against Trunks'. A loud but muffled roar echoed out as he protested, but Gohan only swallowed the words. He removed his hand from the wound on Trunks' stomach as he felt the blood flow slow and reached down ripping away the material of the jeans without bothering to unbutton them. At Trunks' sides the material ripped. With a grin, Gohan moved downwards with one hand pressing against Trunks' chest to keep him against the floor. He saw the limp length hanging between the demi-Saiyajin's legs and frowned in annoyance. Trunks wasn't anywhere near Vejita's length, but as he thought the idea only intrigued him. With a devious grin he reached down and took the soft appendage into his lips, teeth running upwards as he swallowed it.
Trunks cried out as he was engulfed with the warmth of Gohan's mouth. His back arched at the vibration in Gohan's throat when the younger teenager chuckled. "Gohan!" Trunks exclaimed as he pulled back. Never before had he experienced something so pleasurable. Gohan's tongue brushed around the tip of his now trembling arousal as he pulled back. Trunks moaned in protest as Gohan rose to his feet, but he fell silent as he saw the Son male pulling his pants away, showing his own impressive hardness. Trunks swallowed and tried to force himself to flee, but Gohan was down on him again, hips sandwiching his need. "Don't worry, you get it easier than your father did."
"Nani?" Trunks questioned, but his question was silenced as Gohan's lips crushed his. Trunks purred as he reached up, wrapping his arms around Gohan's shoulders, pulling the teenager against him. "Gohan…" he whispered pleadingly. His need was overwhelming, and he knew why. For years in his own timeline he'd lusted after Mirai Gohan, and this version of Gohan reminded him so much of the man he'd dreamt about for hundreds of nights. He wanted Gohan. He needed Gohan!
Sensing this, Gohan pulled back, looking down at the lavender-haired man. He grabbed the edge of Trunks' black shirt and ripped it down, showing the muscular chest and abdomen - perfect in every way, just like his father. Gohan grinned down at him, seeing Vejita lying there with a smirk on his face in his mind's eye. Gohan drew his knees forward, positioning his entrance over the hardened length of the young demi-Saiyajin. His eyes stared down into the blue orbs of Trunks with a grin. He bit on his bottom lip as he lowered himself down, wincing with a hard painful moan when he was ripped apart inside by the thickness.
"Kami!" Trunks cried out, his chin jerking up as he was engulfed in tightness and warmth that couldn't be imagined. His nails dug into the skin of Gohan's thighs as he tried to tug the boy further down, shoving his hips upwards into Gohan.
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