Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Insomnia ❯ Part II ( Chapter 2 )

There's something about great sex that puts things in perspective. It's how we got together, after all. Sometimes, when I can't sleep-or when Gohan can't sleep- I like to remember the day it all came together. It was two years ago, give or take, and I'd been hot for Gohan since my freshman year of high school. The funny thing is, it wasn't something gradual; it just… hit me one day.

It was right after mid-terms and I was staying at Goten's to blow off steam and plan my big Capsule Corp. "Hooray Mid-Terms Are Over" party. We were hanging out in the kitchen, fighting over what kind of music we'd start with, and Gohan walked in. Now, in the movies when someone realizes they've got a crush on someone else, the object of the main character's lust is generally half naked or doing something either really kind or really sexy. Gohan was none of those things.

He was wearing a faded pair of dark green khakis. He had a white t-shirt on, and over it, a blue, yellow, and green flannel. He wasn't wearing shoes or socks. He just walked into the kitchen as Goten was yelling at me that Fat Boy Slim's "Rockefeller Skank" should start the party. Gohan stopped at the 'fridge, his hand on the handle, and looked over at us.

"You don't start a party with 'Rockefeller Skank'," he admonished Goten, "You save it for when it looks like everyone's going to pair off and fool around in your bedroom."

We both just stared at him for a good minute, dumbfounded. He blinked, shrugged and said defensively,

"What?"

"…How do you know about… you know, parties?," Goten asked.

Gohan opened the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice. Shutting the door with his foot, he walked over to the kitchen table and set the juice down.

"I went to a few parties with Videl when we were in school," he told us, "And when the music wound down, everyone with a date would wonder off to a secluded place for, well, you know."

He actually blushed a little and Goten snickered at him. I outright laughed; Gohan Son, the most uptight guy I knew was talking about his high school days and kids "fooling around". It was the funniest damn thing I'd ever heard… well, aside from that Ma used to date Yamcha.

He gave Goten a little shove and told him to shut up. And then the big moment happened. Gohan looked around the kitchen, then leaned backwards and glanced out into the family room. Satisfied, he opened the orange juice and chugged over half of it right out of the carton. It was at that moment that I saw him as a person, instead of as Goten's dorky older brother. I watched him, nearly transfixed, as a small trickle of juice ran down the side of his cheek and snuck into the collar of his shirt. When he'd finished, he looked around again, closed the carton and put it back in the fridge. Gohan had just done something everyone does. Gohan was a normal guy. Gohan was hot.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rubbed that hand on his faded khaki pants.

"I'm tellin' Mom," Goten teased, making as if to run upstairs and rat out his brother.

"You're such a weenie, Goten," was Gohan's retort.

How could I not fall in love with that? Well, at the time, I didn't know what I was feeling; I just knew that Gohan wasn't the weird nerd I'd always thought him to be. Hell, even when Goten and I were real little and he used to spar with us, he came off as a dork- always telling us how to throw a punch and to not fight too hard or we'd make Videl feel bad. Yeah, she was usually hanging around when we sparred.

But I'm getting off track… if there was ever a track that I was on. Oh yeah, the first time Gohan fucked me. Excuse the crude language, but that's what happened. It's a simple story, really. Yeah, here comes another flash back.

To skip ahead four years: It was my high school graduation party and all my family friends were there. I never made any really close friends in school, being the half-alien freak that I am. But hey, I had Goten and that was all I'd ever needed. Yes, there were girl friends, and lots of them; but the relationships didn't last long and all the girls I'd finally slept with had to be paid off to keep their mouths shut about my… more than human physiology.

Anyway, Goten and I had finally graduated and I threw a big party with lots of people. It was a joint party, for both of us, and like any good party with adults in attendance, there was alcohol. Plenty of alcohol. Chi Chi didn't allow Gokuu to drink, but his friends and my mom did. …And Gohan did, as well. It was just like with the orange juice, only he was sneaking around all night, asking everyone he ran into if his mom was around.

At first, I thought it was kind of sad; a grown man sneaking drinks behind his mother's back is pretty pathetic. But as the night wore on and Gohan kept drinking, that old Orange Juice feeling crept back into me. I felt bad for him in a different way; in a "Geez, did your parents screw you up" kind of way. And I totally know what that's like. Ma was drunk before the party and Pop didn't even show up. The weird thing is, that Ma drinks so often, it's kind of hard to tell when she's wasted; so no real problem there.

The thing was, I was really hoping my dad would be there for at least a kind of scowling, silent support. But as soon as the first guests showed up, he locked himself in the G-Room and didn't come out until everything had been cleaned up. I think he fell asleep in there, too. But hey, this isn't about my dad, this is about Gohan… and sex.

The party didn't last too long, and when the family friends had gone, the Sons stayed on to help with the clean up. Well, Gohan didn't help much, seeing as how he was passed out in my room. I don't know how he got there, and he tells me he doesn't remember, but when I went to bed, there he was.

The lights were out, but I could feel someone in there. At first, for like a second, I thought it was Goten, but he'd left with Chi Chi and Gokuu a few minutes ago. I turned the lights on and the person on my bed growled and shot a small ki blast into the light fixture, plunging the room back into darkness. I waited for my eyes to adjust, then slowly and carefully approached my bed. By that time, I knew it was Gohan, but I didn't know why he'd chosen my bed, out of the hundreds at CC.

I stood above him and placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly.

"Hey, Gohan?," I whispered, "What are you doing here?"

He mumbled into the pillow and rolled over, grabbing my wrist. He did it so slowly, so clumsily, that I didn't pull away.

"Came to see you," he muttered, "Before you have to go home."

"Uhh, I am home," I told him, crouching beside my bed, "Gohan, I think you should get back to your place, too."

I saw his head shake in the dark, and he tried to sit up. Failing, he rolled closer to me and placed his other hand over the one now massaging my wrist. At this point, I should probably mention that I'd had a little to drink, too. But not enough to impair my judgment or anything. I was clear-headed the whole time. Gohan had then cupped my hand in both of his and leaned in so close, our noses almost touched. I could smell the sake on his breath as he spoke. He seemed so sad.

"I need to tell you something," he said, his voice shuddering with emotion, "And I need you to listen to me, need you to hear me out."

"Okay," I agreed, getting a little dizzy on the fumes from his mouth.

"When you came here, I was just a kid, but I knew you were special," he started, "I knew you were special. And I know you loved me- the other me, from your time."

It was at this point, obviously, that I realized he thought I was the Trunks from the future. I should have set him straight on that… but I didn't. I let him go on believing it.

"I… I still love you, Gohan," I stammered, not entirely sure why but that I kind of meant it. Love and lust aren't too far on the emotion scale, after all.

I could see his eyes in my darkened bedroom, and they lit up like I'd just said the most wonderful thing in the universe. I guess I really did, though; it's what he'd wanted to hear.

"You love… me?," he whispered, his voice heavy, "You love me?"

"Yeah…you're a great guy… and uh, yeah," I eloquently replied.

He found enough equilibrium to roll off the bed and gather me up into a massive bear hug. I laughed nervously, still not entirely sure about what I'd gotten into, and hugged him back as best I could. I kept thinking about how similar the two of us really were; about the things we'd been through that made us who we were. I guess that's why I let him get as far as he eventually did. I mean, he was drunk- I could've easily stopped any unwanted advances. At least, that's what I told myself at the time.

He loosened his hold and pulled back, staring into my eyes, studying them… looking for something. I smiled at him, remembering that time in the Son kitchen with the orange juice and his talk of "fooling around". I felt this weird fluttering in the pit of my stomach, closer to my intestines, actually. It felt like a whole bunch of moths were trying to get out, but weren't trying too hard.

Then Gohan leaned closer to me, again. He kept leaning and he didn't stop until our mouths were clumsily plastered together. Drunk Gohan is a lousy kisser. I tried to tell him to stop, that I didn't want to do anything like that, but he's a lot stronger than me, always has been; and somewhere inside of me, I didn't really want him to stop. Well, I wanted him to stop kissing so badly. I eventually managed to push him away and get some air into my lungs. My head was clouded slightly from the sake fumes still emanating from Gohan. I pushed him a little harder and tried to scoot backwards.

"I'm sorry!," he wailed, and I quickly shot forward to cover his mouth- the last thing I wanted was for either of my parents (or worse, Bra) to walk in and see us on the floor together.

"Shhh!," I whispered, "It's okay, it's okay."

I hugged him again, smoothing my hands over his hair then rubbing his back. He held onto me and cried on my shoulder for a long time. It was turning out to be the worst night of my life; excepting that whole time Goten and I were training to kill Buu. But this was a different kind of awful feeling. For some strange reason, I felt like I'd let him down by not kissing him or going further. When his sobs had quieted to hiccoughs, I pulled away and held his face in my hands. I stared at him, trying to figure out why I was about to do what I was about to do. I finally decided I didn't need a reason; that I could just go for it and blame alcohol if an explanation were ever needed.

"This is how you kiss," I told him, and leaned in sideways, slowly.

I held his head tighter when he tried to meet me and our lips connected softly. He tried to force his tongue in, but I gave his head a little shake and just pressed our mouths together. We sat there for a few moments and when I was sure he wasn't going to try to eat me again, I gently pushed my tongue past his lips and met his tongue.

I never once looked at my clock, but I know we were on that floor kissing for at least half an hour. Sometimes he would run his hands through my hair and at one point I noticed my shirt had come unbuttoned. I let my hands explore what was exposed of his body and eventually finished unbuttoning his shirt and un-tucking it from his pants. He immediately slipped out of his shirt and clumsily wrestled me out of mine. I guess it's a good thing I wasn't wearing a t-shirt or anything; that would have been even more awkward.

He broke first, that time, and held me by my shoulders, breathing like he'd just gone deep-sea diving without an air tank. I stared at him, sitting shirtless next to my bed. And the reality of what we'd been doing started to sink in. I started thinking about what we could have done, and what he might still want to do and pretty soon I was shaking. He frowned and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me and half-cradling me in his lap.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered, rocking unevenly, "Let me show you how much I've loved you; how I'll always love you."

And my shaking just got worse from there. I'd been with plenty of girls over the course of high school, so I knew all about sex. And I'd had enough guy friends and been in locker rooms long enough to know about gay sex. That, and once I was hanging out with Pop when he was drinking beer- just to spend time with the guy- and he got so wasted he told me stories about his time spent working for Freeza. I had nightmares for two weeks, so you can imagine what I was thinking as Gohan started to unbutton my pants.

"Ah, I don't think so, Gohan," I said, struggling to get to my feet, "Thanks, but uh, no thanks."

He didn't let me go, though. He held onto my arm, his fingers biting into and leaving bruises on the bend of my elbow.

"You have to," he pleaded, tears running down his face, "You have to give me this chance, before you leave again."

Maybe I should have handled it better than I did. But I've never been one to think things through and I didn't handle the situation at all well. I blew up, actually. I was mad at him for making me feel so good while kissing, I was mad that he wanted to screw me, hell, I was mad that he wanted to screw that other Trunks and not me, and I was mostly mad at myself for being curious about the whole thing.

"I'm not him!," I whispered harshly, prying his hand off my arm, "I'm not that Trunks. I'm Chibi, remember? You watched me grow up, Gohan. You're practically my brother!"

I put some distance between us and waited. I was already feeling bad, judging from his face. But he pulled it together; I was so relieved when he didn't cry again.

"You…you're not…," he murmured, almost to himself, "You're…Chibi? But you smell…. You kissed me."

"Whoa, hey, you started it!," I shot back.

"But you… you kissed me back. Trunks," he whispered, his eyes meeting mine briefly as he tried to put things together in his alcohol-impaired mind.

"What? What do you want me to say," I asked him, deeming it safe to sit on the floor again, albeit a few feet away from him, "You were… you're just so sad over there, and you really are a lousy kisser…."

He smiled sheepishly and started to get up, to come over to me. I motioned that he should just stay put, and he sat down, leaning against the bed. He looked at me thoughtfully, his eyes squinted. Then he smiled, big and bright- a real Son smile.

"You want to teach me how to kiss better, then?," he ventured.

I almost did, I really, really wanted to; just looking at him, seeing his face so hopeful and happy and all at once apprehensive. I almost got up and started all over again. But I didn't… not then. I shook my head.

"No, Gohan. I want to go to bed," I told him, trying to sound resentful, like I'd be missing something really good. I didn't want him to know I was turning him down.

His face fell anyway; he looked away and ran his hand over the sheets that had spilled on the floor and that he was sitting on. He studied those sheets for a while, so long that I thought he'd fallen asleep. I stood up and went into my adjoining bathroom to wash up for bed and brush my teeth. But when I came back, Gohan hadn't left. I actually didn't expect him to, either.

I did, however, expect him to be fully clothed. I gave him credit for undressing in the limited amount of time I was gone, but he did leave his socks on. I covered my face with both hands, breathing deeply and counting to ten.

"Gohan, please- put your clothes on and go home," I told him as calmly as I could.

"I can't," he said, and I looked through my fingers as he gave a clumsy, helpless shrug, "I threw my pants out the window."

"Well you'll just have to go out there and get them," I said, "Look, I'm tired; please go home."

"You can sleep right here with me," was his more than reasonable offer. He even patted the mattress in front of him and flashed me another sunny smile.

It had to have been after midnight at this point and I hadn't slept too well the night before; the excitement of graduation being what it was. I'm not making excuses here; I'm just saying I was tired. And that even after the weirdness I'd just witnessed, I still found Gohan to be very attractive… even in just socks and a well-placed sheet.

"Fine," I sighed, going to my dresser and pulling out a pair of boxers, "But you're wearing these."

I threw the underwear at him and just about died when they hit him in the face. He pulled them off, then wrestled into them under the sheets. While he was preoccupied, I quickly changed into my own pair of boxers and a t-shirt and waited until he'd defeated the underwear.

"You got 'em on?," I finally asked.

He nodded and excitedly patted the mattress. I rolled my eyes and sat on the edge of my bed. As I started to lie down, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in the rest of the way.

"Thanks, Trunks," he whispered sleepily, "I didn't want to be alone tonight."

And of course it was then that I remembered what had been and was happening. The day of my party was the anniversary of the Cell Games, when Gokuu had teleported off and gotten himself blown up… and when Cell had killed the Trunks from the future.