Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Learning New Things ❯ Chapter 3
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LEARNING NEW THINGS, PART 3
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime/Plot-What-Plot - THERE
IS A PLOT, BUT THIS IS
PRETTY SEXY FOR THE MOST PART ;) Also, a bit more comedy than the last 2.
Answer to Challenge #16
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) alternating dominance (Trunks a bit
more for now),
Disclaimers : the characters of DBZ are copyrighted to
someone else, used without permission and no money is being made from
the following fanfic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings : angst, m/m sex, graphic sex, a teensy bit of violence
Spoilers : This takes place some time between Bulma's party and the last
Episode of DBZ.
Notes : I owe this to the bit I've read on this site - you guys have
truly inspired this.
I wrote this all tonight. And it was so much fun.
Feedback : Please let me know what you think.
Bra sat on the edge of her bed, legs tightly crossed, nervously biting at her fingernail.
She had been sitting like that for a good hour. She glanced at the clock again. It
had been about 20 minutes since she last heard the screams coming from her brother's room.
She could still hear the shower going, but had not heard his bedroom door open since he
and Gohan went in there.
Gohan?
Yep, it was definitely him. At first glance she thought iT was his brother Goten, but Gohan
is the taller and paler of the two. Besides, she thought her heart would tear in two if it
had been Goten.
Boy, she was glad it hadn't been Goten.
But Gohan?? And Trunks??? She still was in shock. She had no idea how she knew, but for some
reason, she got the feeling that this was all very new. She never saw anything between the two
before - no kind of spark. Between Trunks and any man for that matter.
She glanced at the clock and knew she had to act. Her parents could be home any time, and she
doubted that Trunks thought what he was doing through. Obviously not the way he had behaved
this evening so far.
She got up, trembling for some reason. She darted quickly out the room, on bare tiptoes all the
way to the bathroom. The room was no longer filled with steam, the hot water long running out.
She glanced nervously at the shower, but there was no one there. She walked over to it, noticing
the broken curtain hanging from half the loops and shut the water taps. The floor was sopping wet,
the water running out of Trunks discarded and ripped clothing. She picked these up to take back to
her room. She glanced at the wet floor and mentally reminded herself to get back to mopping that after
she saw the condition of the master bedroom.
After dumping off Trunks' clothes in her room, she made for her parent's bedroom. She opened the door
and had to contain a gag. The room was choking with the smell of sex.
"Shit!"
Look at the state of it, she thought helplessly.
She walked carefully over to the rumpled bed and clearly saw cum stains all over the satin bedspread.
There was even a full and discarded condom sitting in a puddle. Her stomach turned. She picked up what
she knew was Gohan's sweater vest. The collar was irreparably torn. So was what she could see of his shirt
and tie. On the other side of the bed were his pants, boxers and loafers. She bent down to gather his
clothes, cursing inwardly that she had to do all of this.
Trunks, you ass! She thought.
There were more used condoms on the floor, Trunks shoes, Gohan's glasses, it was all a great big mess.
She gathered everything up, taking several trips. She had opened all the windows, hoping the cool night
air would flush the smell out. On one of her last trips, she knew that it was getting better, but her
Father would smell what had gone on in here nonetheless. She glanced nervously at the bedside alarm clock.
It was almost 11:30pm.
Shit, they would be home soon.
She looked hopelessly at the bedspread. She had already gathered up the used condom (through several wads of
paper towel!), but she knew she was going to have to stick it in the washing machine downstairs, probably
ruining it for good. But there was nothing for it. It was either that or have her parents confront it,
getting them all the more angry. It was bad enough that they would know that something like this had happened
here, but to rub it in their faces. The thought made her wince, yet laugh, as she pictured her Father's face
smothered by the various stains on the bedspread.
She grabbed the heavy thing off the bed and dragged it all the way down to the laundry room.
Her parents were going to be pissed.
And love her brother as she did, there was no way in hell she was going to have them think that she was the one
that used that room. She climbed the steps quickly, because time was of the essence, but goodness did she hate
what she was about to do. Had to do!
She didn't bother knocking. She thought, serves them right, as she opened the door to look upon the sleeping nude
forms of her brother, and his lover, Gohan.
Before she could stop herself, she mimicked, in a nasty sing-songy voice, "Oh Gohannnn!
Her brother stirred at the sound of her voice, but didn't wake. Bra walked over to the bed, the overpowering
smell of the two young men enveloping her - it smelled different from the smell in the bedroom, but she ignored
the difference. She mercilessly poked Trunks in the stomach to wake him, ignoring the flaccid, but still pretty
large penis that was laying on her brother's leg - not his own penis, by the way.
"Wha?"
Trunks sleepily regarded her for a moment, but then his eyes widened horribly.
"Brah!! Get out of here."
Bra leaned down, to face her brother, hands on her hips.
"No!" Then through clenched teeth, "Mom and Dad are going to be here soon, you idiot. And tried what I could to
the mess you made in their room, they are going to know that you have someone here." She stood up straight and
jabbed a finger pointing out Gohan's sleeping form, "and the last thing you need, or he needs, for that matter,
is for Vegeta to find that he's the one you've been fucking all night!"
With the last her voice raised from snarled whisper to a yell, startling Gohan out of his sleep. He reacted slowly,
but then sprang up realizing his nudity and Bra's presence. He grabbed a burgundy pillow from near the headboard and
pressed it to his groin to cover himself. He was so embarrassed that he challenged the burgundy color of the pillow
with his own purpling redness.
Trunks, although annoyed, knew his sister was right, and that in fact, was saving both of their asses. He turned to
Gohan, "hey, Gohan!" He fought the urge to snap his fingers in the startled young man's face to bring him out of his
shame and to action. "you've got to get dressed man, and get out of here."
Gohan knew what he said was true, but still couldn't help the hurt look that crept into his eyes. Trunks tried to
ignore it. Bra realized his clothes were still in her room and she ran out, not explaining herself.
Gohan stood up on helpless, wobbling legs, looking for his clothes, then remembered he had left them in the master
bedroom. He was about to go out the room, when Bra returned, bumping into him, his pillow falling to the floor.
Both Gohan and Bra blushed further. She, with closed eyes and a disgusted look on her face, handed him the bundle
of his damaged clothes, and turned, without a word to leave the room. Trunks, yelled after her before she could
fully leave, already tugging on a t-shirt from his dresser.
"Thanks Sis. I owe you big."
Bra, didn't look at him. "Yeah, you do." Then she smirked.
"Oh, by the way. Your teacher called wondering why you didn't come to class this afternoon. He wants to speak to
Mom tomorrow. Have a good night!"
Trunks muttered, "Fuck!" under his breath.
He put on a pair of boxers and watched as Gohan, with shaking hands and back to him, put on the broken remains of his
shirt. Gohan had already gotten his boxers and pants on by then. He was trying to do this as he stuffed his sockless
feet into his loafers. He noticed his socks and ripped tie and picked them up off the hardwood floor, stuffing them
into his pants pocket. He looked pathetic.
Trunks felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn't have spoken so harshly to him. He contemplated reaching out to Gohan to
give him a hug and reassure him, but then Bra stuck her frantic face in his doorway.
"They're here!" She almost looked like a parody of Jack Nicholson in The Shining.
Both Trunks and Gohan froze in action. Trunks was still just in underwear and Gohan resembled a pale fright.
They could hear Vegeta already, muttering something as he climbed up the stairs. Damn, they could hear Bulma too as
she seemed right behind him.
"I don't care what you say. That play was horrible. If I ever see two men kissing again, I may just have to kill
everyone in the room!"
All three young people in Trunks room went white with fear. Gohan took one look at Trunks, made a weird sound with
his throat, leaped over the bed, pried open the window and flew out of it.
"Who the hell trailed water all over the hallway!?!"
Bra didn't miss a beat. She ran out into the hallway, "It was Trunks and his girlfriend. They were in your room
all night."
Trunks groaned, covering his face with his hand.
"Shit. I'm in for it."
* * *
The next morning, Gohan got up, and shaved, looking at himself as he had never had before in the mirror. He looked
older, at least in his eyes. Some of that innocence was gone.
He looked at the shower and just couldn't think about it. In fact, he wasn't so sure that he could make it to class
today. It wouldn't be as if he would be able to concentrate on anything anyway.
He thought of Videl and his stomach lurched. He turned away from the mirror, not able to face himself. He rinsed
off the rest of the shaving cream, giving up entirely on the whole process.
"Gohan! Your breakfast is ready."
"Fuck." He muttered.
He really wished he had his own place, but he and Videl wanted to save as much money as they could.
Damn. Videl.
There was nothing for it. Either go down to breakfast or have his mother poke her head in here. He looked down
at his ripped sweater and knew he didn't have the energy to try to explain it away.
He walked out of his room.
* * *
As Gohan sat there regarding his uneaten oatmeal with distaste, ChiChi busied herself about the kitchen.
She kept glancing at Gohan and his disheveled state, but for some reason, was afraid to press him on it, which
really wasn't like her at all. Instead, she decided to load all of her worry and aim it at Goten.
"Goten, get down here now! Your food is getting cold!!" She screeched.
Gohan barely reacted, deep in thought, a worrying furrow in his thick eyebrows. ChiChi almost mimicked him with her
look of concern, but turned back to the counter instead of letting him see.
Goten came down, his hair still a little wet from hair gel, smelling clean and fresh. "Hey Mom, I've got no time.
I'm running late."
"What do you mean you have no time? Sit down young man and eat your breakfast."
Goten ignored his mother as Gohan never dared to. He walked over to the wall phone and dialed.
After a moment, "Hey Trunks."
Gohan jumped in his seat at the kitchen table. The reaction did not escape ChiChi, nor the pained expression on her
older son's face at the mention of Trunks name.
"Wha.. oh. Hey, that sucks. He really did?!?"
Gohan started to squirm, redness creeping up his neck.
"Fuck. I'm sorry man. I guess you're not going out tonight then?"
"Goten, don't use that language in this house!" Goten just made an impatient gesture at his mom with his shoulder.
"Ok. I'll see you in class later. Bye."
Goten hung up the phone and turned around, leaning on the kitchen counter. Directed at Gohan, "Man, he's fucked. He
was caught with a girl at home last night and Vegeta went nuts on him."
ChiChi looked like she was about to have a cow. "Goten.." the tone of her voice made both young men start. "I will
not listen to this vulgar discussion. So stop right now. If you are not going to eat, then go to school." She turned
around and both knew that she was seething.
Goten looked helplessly at his pale brother, then grabbed his notebook and headed out the door.
Gohan sighed, pain in his voice as he could feel his eyes begin to glisten. He had to get out of here. He got up
and said, in a quiet voice, "Mom, I'm going to get going. I'm sorry, I'm just not very hungry today. I'm not so
sure I'm feeling too good today."
ChiChi was about to turn around to give her son a sympathetic look, but something in her told her not to. It really
made her nervous.
What's wrong? She thought.
He quietly left, and Chichi said, "Gohan?"
* * *
3pm.
Goten waited for Trunks to gather his things and then they left class together. It was the first opportunity they
had to talk today.
"So, tell me what happened."
Trunks seemed hesitant to talk. He shrugged.
"I had Cassandra over." At least it wasn't a lie. "I was really stupid and trashed my parent's bedspread."
Mom was really pissed at me. Father, well, I think he was a little proud that I had a girl over, but had to
show me, and Mom, that he was pissed off. He punched me, but not too hard. Then he told me I couldn't go out
this week." Trunks looked angry suddenly. "What the fuck does he expect, that I'm going to obey him? I mean,
I'm 18 for Kami sake. Besides, it was all just show to impress my Mom. She, is really mad at me, though.
She said she wants to have a talk with me. That should be lovely, because by now she's spoken to Abraham,
and of course, he's told her that I ditched class yesterday."
"Oops." Goten smiled impishly. "So, was it all worth it."
Trunks blushed. It wasn't really like him to do so, so Goten thought it was odd.
Goten thought, oh ugh, I hope he's not getting serious about Cassandra. That would suck! He had enough of
people around him and their girlfriends. Girlfriends seemed to get in the way. Look at his own brother.
Since Gohan met Videl, he turned into a total loser.
Trunks shrugged, not wanting to give anything away. He thought about Gohan and his stomach did a little flip
flop. He wondered how Gohan was doing today. He thought that maybe he should call him. But then felt his
stomach flop again at the thought.
What am I going to do now? Trunks thought.
** *
Gohan stared at the Satan mansion from his view in the woods nearby. He'd been leaning against that tree trying
to decide what to do all day. He knew that Videl only had an early class that morning, and that she had been in
her room this whole time working on her paper.
What am I going to do now? He asked himself.
His thoughts returned to the previous evening, the look in those grey eyes, the sounds coming out of those sweet lips,
and he shuddered, groaning. He had never, NEVER, felt anything even remotely as powerful with Videl as he did with
Trunks. Just the mere thought of Trunks now made him ache all over. He breathed painfully, the sound of tears
stinging his eyes in his voice.
If I break off the engagement... they will all hate me. He thought of Videl and her father.
He thought of his Mother.
Then he thought of Vegeta's angry face. "If I ever see two men kissing again, I may just have to kill
everyone in the room!"
Gohan groaned.
This, what ever it was, was not going to be easy.
He took a step, determination on his face. Then the thought occurred, what if he changes his mind? What
if it was all just a casual thing for Trunks?
He stopped, looking pained.
What if I'm a fool and tell Videl it's all off and it was all just a lark to Trunks. I'd ruin my life for
nothing!
He stopped, knowing he wouldn't take another step. He felt helpless and weak and more miserable than he had
recently felt due to pressure and the burgeoning need in his body. If anything, yesterday made things worse
for him.
He turned back to the woods. He didn't feel like flying home.
* * *
Trunks drove, not really seeing anything before him. Class was a total joke today. He hadn't heard a word
anyone said. All he could think about was Gohan and how much he wanted him.
He wanted him so badly his crotch ached. He looked at his cell phone on the passenger seat next to him.
What was he going to say? He didn't know Gohan's schedule today, and the last thing he wanted to do was ring
him up and find out that he was with Videl.
He kept driving, heading towards the Briefs home, not knowing what he was going to do with his useless homebound
evening. After his Mom talked to him tonight, he knew he wasn't going to be able to go out. It would suck
because it wouldn't be like he would be able to concentrate on his studies or anything to get anything useful done.
He drove with these thoughts playing around in his head, and he saw a figure up ahead, walking along the shoulder
of the road along the woods that separated the public traffic from the Satan grounds.
Fucking Satan bastards, Trunks thought.
It was then he recognized that gait, those shoulders.
Trunks pulled the car to a stop next to the pedestrian, car screeching, startling the young Saiyan.
Gohan turned around and saw those grey eyes that he dreamt of all night long looking at him through the
windshield. He heard his husky voice say, "Get in."
Gohan dumbly climbed into the car, and Trunks took off.
* * *
Trunks didn't say anything for a few minutes, just kept driving.
Gohan looked disheveled, the hint of stubble on his pale chin. He was wearing an old button down shirt,
and jeans (!). Regardless, Trunks thought he looked achingly delicious.
Gohan could barely breath. Being this close to Trunks and smelling him was giving him an erection.
He tried not to let on the power that Trunks was having over him. He couldn't speak for fear that
his voice would betray him.
Trunks pulled onto a path through the woods that wasn't as well paved as the highway had been. It was
only a few more minutes before he pulled into a secluded area and cut the engine.
Gohan felt a strong hand grab him by his shirtfront and pull him to meet a hard, cruel and hungry kiss.
He let out the pent up air he was holding inside and moaned loudly, causing Trunks to smile through his
open mouth kisses. Gohan felt his body go weak all over tasting Trunks again and just enjoying him
completely. They hungrily grabbed and touched each other, their moans sounding pained and needy.
Trunks car was a little cramped and they were getting frustrated by the lack maneuverability. Trunks
opened up his door and pulled away, looked wild and hungry. Gohan did the same on his side. The both
of them once outside, approached each other with determination.
Trunks pushed Gohan up against a tree and pressed hard into him, feeling Gohan's erection and his meet
almost painfully.
Trunks' leather jacket's smell was driving Gohan wild. He reached inside it to feel the warmth of
the younger Saiyan's hard, taut, warm body. The cool air felt good, but Trunks felt better. They
kissed noisily for a long time, moaning and humping each other.
Trunks unbuttoned Gohan's shirt and then right way undid his jeans. Gohan just quietly let him.
Gohan's pants were yanked down and his shoes removed. Gohan looked around hoping that no one would
happen by. In a few moments he was completely naked again and a little cold, but excited, his pink
nipples hard and his erection brushing agonizingly against Trunks jeans.
Trunks got on his knees before Gohan, and Gohan looked a little startled, but eager. Trunks looked
at the hard member just an inch from his face and took it in his warm hand.
Gohan moaned with anticipation. Trunks opened his mouth wide and took as much of Gohan in it as he
could. He was too afraid to try deeper, feeling the strange feeling and tasting the salty taste of
Gohan's precum. Trunks thought, hmm, this actually is quite nice. He could hear Gohan start to moan
loudly and felt such arousal that...
Trunks came.
His grey eyes popped open causing Trunks to look comical with Gohan's cock stuffed in his mouth.
That had NEVER happened before.
Gohan hadn't even touched his cock yet. And he came. Just being with Gohan made him cum.
Trunks moaned and turned his head as he started to suck lovingly on Gohan. Gohan, feeling overwhelmed
nearly swooned, his legs weakening. Trunks kept turning his head with each time he moved in that Gohan
started to scream/moan, baring his teeth at the sky like an animal.
Fuck, was all Gohan could think.
Gohan looked down at Trunks, watching him lick at him, and Trunks sensed it. When Trunks grey eyes met
his, Gohan shuddered into a knee weakening orgasm. Through his squinting eyes, he watched white liquid
fill Trunks' mouth as the young man looked surprised, taking it all in.
Trunks wasn't sure what to do, so he just swallowed. The taste of Gohan, strange, but pleasant, made
him feel so good, so that through his wet boxers he could feel himself stiffen again. Trunks, closed
his eyes in ecstacy and licked and swallowed til there was nothing left of Gohan's orgasm.
Gohan, when Trunks released him, slid painfully down the bark of the tree, looking dazed and drained.
Trunks looked down at him from his kneeling position, liked how open Gohan's legs were. He backed
up on his knees, and pulled Gohan's legs with him.
Gohan, just moved his head, in delicious ecstacy, not caring what was about to happen to him. Trunks
lifted Gohan's legs up onto his shoulders and moved his ass up high so he could see Gohan's anus.
He spit onto his fingers and started to massage Gohan's anus, working at the opening. Gohan moaned
loudly and Trunks thought that if he didn't work fast he was going to cum again without even being touched.
Trunks was finally satisfied with how pliable Gohan was becoming and frantically ripped at this jeans
to open them. His cock, hit by the cool air felt dazzling.
He moved Gohan's ass down to where his cock could enter him, and looked at Gohan one last time.
He thrust himself completely inside in one shot, causing Gohan to scream in agony, his voice scratching
and grating painfully.
Trunks ignored the pain he caused him and just leaned his head back, eyes closed. He pumped, long,
dynamic thrusts, feeling Gohan wanting to tighten against him. He brought his thumbs on either side
of Gohan's opeing and used them to sort of pry the opening apart.
Gohan in agony, started to feel the repeated thrust against a very pleasurable space inside him,
and loosened himself, starting to moan in ecstacy. He could feel his erection again and looked
at Trunks, still fully clothed, pumping into him. Gohan's erection just waved uselessly in the air,
the cool air feeling good on it, increasing his pleasure further. Gohan turned his head, enjoying
the ever-increasing pleasure his body was feeling.
After a few moments, Trunks came, driving so hard into Gohan that he too came, all over Trunks now
downturned face. Gohan tried to grab his penis so that it would shoot elsewhere, but then he saw
a pink tongue lick at the spout of creamy white liquid. Gohan fell back against the grass at the
foot of the tree, delirium apparent on his handsome face.
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime/Plot-What-Plot - THERE
IS A PLOT, BUT THIS IS
PRETTY SEXY FOR THE MOST PART ;) Also, a bit more comedy than the last 2.
Answer to Challenge #16
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) alternating dominance (Trunks a bit
more for now),
Disclaimers : the characters of DBZ are copyrighted to
someone else, used without permission and no money is being made from
the following fanfic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings : angst, m/m sex, graphic sex, a teensy bit of violence
Spoilers : This takes place some time between Bulma's party and the last
Episode of DBZ.
Notes : I owe this to the bit I've read on this site - you guys have
truly inspired this.
I wrote this all tonight. And it was so much fun.
Feedback : Please let me know what you think.
Bra sat on the edge of her bed, legs tightly crossed, nervously biting at her fingernail.
She had been sitting like that for a good hour. She glanced at the clock again. It
had been about 20 minutes since she last heard the screams coming from her brother's room.
She could still hear the shower going, but had not heard his bedroom door open since he
and Gohan went in there.
Gohan?
Yep, it was definitely him. At first glance she thought iT was his brother Goten, but Gohan
is the taller and paler of the two. Besides, she thought her heart would tear in two if it
had been Goten.
Boy, she was glad it hadn't been Goten.
But Gohan?? And Trunks??? She still was in shock. She had no idea how she knew, but for some
reason, she got the feeling that this was all very new. She never saw anything between the two
before - no kind of spark. Between Trunks and any man for that matter.
She glanced at the clock and knew she had to act. Her parents could be home any time, and she
doubted that Trunks thought what he was doing through. Obviously not the way he had behaved
this evening so far.
She got up, trembling for some reason. She darted quickly out the room, on bare tiptoes all the
way to the bathroom. The room was no longer filled with steam, the hot water long running out.
She glanced nervously at the shower, but there was no one there. She walked over to it, noticing
the broken curtain hanging from half the loops and shut the water taps. The floor was sopping wet,
the water running out of Trunks discarded and ripped clothing. She picked these up to take back to
her room. She glanced at the wet floor and mentally reminded herself to get back to mopping that after
she saw the condition of the master bedroom.
After dumping off Trunks' clothes in her room, she made for her parent's bedroom. She opened the door
and had to contain a gag. The room was choking with the smell of sex.
"Shit!"
Look at the state of it, she thought helplessly.
She walked carefully over to the rumpled bed and clearly saw cum stains all over the satin bedspread.
There was even a full and discarded condom sitting in a puddle. Her stomach turned. She picked up what
she knew was Gohan's sweater vest. The collar was irreparably torn. So was what she could see of his shirt
and tie. On the other side of the bed were his pants, boxers and loafers. She bent down to gather his
clothes, cursing inwardly that she had to do all of this.
Trunks, you ass! She thought.
There were more used condoms on the floor, Trunks shoes, Gohan's glasses, it was all a great big mess.
She gathered everything up, taking several trips. She had opened all the windows, hoping the cool night
air would flush the smell out. On one of her last trips, she knew that it was getting better, but her
Father would smell what had gone on in here nonetheless. She glanced nervously at the bedside alarm clock.
It was almost 11:30pm.
Shit, they would be home soon.
She looked hopelessly at the bedspread. She had already gathered up the used condom (through several wads of
paper towel!), but she knew she was going to have to stick it in the washing machine downstairs, probably
ruining it for good. But there was nothing for it. It was either that or have her parents confront it,
getting them all the more angry. It was bad enough that they would know that something like this had happened
here, but to rub it in their faces. The thought made her wince, yet laugh, as she pictured her Father's face
smothered by the various stains on the bedspread.
She grabbed the heavy thing off the bed and dragged it all the way down to the laundry room.
Her parents were going to be pissed.
And love her brother as she did, there was no way in hell she was going to have them think that she was the one
that used that room. She climbed the steps quickly, because time was of the essence, but goodness did she hate
what she was about to do. Had to do!
She didn't bother knocking. She thought, serves them right, as she opened the door to look upon the sleeping nude
forms of her brother, and his lover, Gohan.
Before she could stop herself, she mimicked, in a nasty sing-songy voice, "Oh Gohannnn!
Her brother stirred at the sound of her voice, but didn't wake. Bra walked over to the bed, the overpowering
smell of the two young men enveloping her - it smelled different from the smell in the bedroom, but she ignored
the difference. She mercilessly poked Trunks in the stomach to wake him, ignoring the flaccid, but still pretty
large penis that was laying on her brother's leg - not his own penis, by the way.
"Wha?"
Trunks sleepily regarded her for a moment, but then his eyes widened horribly.
"Brah!! Get out of here."
Bra leaned down, to face her brother, hands on her hips.
"No!" Then through clenched teeth, "Mom and Dad are going to be here soon, you idiot. And tried what I could to
the mess you made in their room, they are going to know that you have someone here." She stood up straight and
jabbed a finger pointing out Gohan's sleeping form, "and the last thing you need, or he needs, for that matter,
is for Vegeta to find that he's the one you've been fucking all night!"
With the last her voice raised from snarled whisper to a yell, startling Gohan out of his sleep. He reacted slowly,
but then sprang up realizing his nudity and Bra's presence. He grabbed a burgundy pillow from near the headboard and
pressed it to his groin to cover himself. He was so embarrassed that he challenged the burgundy color of the pillow
with his own purpling redness.
Trunks, although annoyed, knew his sister was right, and that in fact, was saving both of their asses. He turned to
Gohan, "hey, Gohan!" He fought the urge to snap his fingers in the startled young man's face to bring him out of his
shame and to action. "you've got to get dressed man, and get out of here."
Gohan knew what he said was true, but still couldn't help the hurt look that crept into his eyes. Trunks tried to
ignore it. Bra realized his clothes were still in her room and she ran out, not explaining herself.
Gohan stood up on helpless, wobbling legs, looking for his clothes, then remembered he had left them in the master
bedroom. He was about to go out the room, when Bra returned, bumping into him, his pillow falling to the floor.
Both Gohan and Bra blushed further. She, with closed eyes and a disgusted look on her face, handed him the bundle
of his damaged clothes, and turned, without a word to leave the room. Trunks, yelled after her before she could
fully leave, already tugging on a t-shirt from his dresser.
"Thanks Sis. I owe you big."
Bra, didn't look at him. "Yeah, you do." Then she smirked.
"Oh, by the way. Your teacher called wondering why you didn't come to class this afternoon. He wants to speak to
Mom tomorrow. Have a good night!"
Trunks muttered, "Fuck!" under his breath.
He put on a pair of boxers and watched as Gohan, with shaking hands and back to him, put on the broken remains of his
shirt. Gohan had already gotten his boxers and pants on by then. He was trying to do this as he stuffed his sockless
feet into his loafers. He noticed his socks and ripped tie and picked them up off the hardwood floor, stuffing them
into his pants pocket. He looked pathetic.
Trunks felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn't have spoken so harshly to him. He contemplated reaching out to Gohan to
give him a hug and reassure him, but then Bra stuck her frantic face in his doorway.
"They're here!" She almost looked like a parody of Jack Nicholson in The Shining.
Both Trunks and Gohan froze in action. Trunks was still just in underwear and Gohan resembled a pale fright.
They could hear Vegeta already, muttering something as he climbed up the stairs. Damn, they could hear Bulma too as
she seemed right behind him.
"I don't care what you say. That play was horrible. If I ever see two men kissing again, I may just have to kill
everyone in the room!"
All three young people in Trunks room went white with fear. Gohan took one look at Trunks, made a weird sound with
his throat, leaped over the bed, pried open the window and flew out of it.
"Who the hell trailed water all over the hallway!?!"
Bra didn't miss a beat. She ran out into the hallway, "It was Trunks and his girlfriend. They were in your room
all night."
Trunks groaned, covering his face with his hand.
"Shit. I'm in for it."
* * *
The next morning, Gohan got up, and shaved, looking at himself as he had never had before in the mirror. He looked
older, at least in his eyes. Some of that innocence was gone.
He looked at the shower and just couldn't think about it. In fact, he wasn't so sure that he could make it to class
today. It wouldn't be as if he would be able to concentrate on anything anyway.
He thought of Videl and his stomach lurched. He turned away from the mirror, not able to face himself. He rinsed
off the rest of the shaving cream, giving up entirely on the whole process.
"Gohan! Your breakfast is ready."
"Fuck." He muttered.
He really wished he had his own place, but he and Videl wanted to save as much money as they could.
Damn. Videl.
There was nothing for it. Either go down to breakfast or have his mother poke her head in here. He looked down
at his ripped sweater and knew he didn't have the energy to try to explain it away.
He walked out of his room.
* * *
As Gohan sat there regarding his uneaten oatmeal with distaste, ChiChi busied herself about the kitchen.
She kept glancing at Gohan and his disheveled state, but for some reason, was afraid to press him on it, which
really wasn't like her at all. Instead, she decided to load all of her worry and aim it at Goten.
"Goten, get down here now! Your food is getting cold!!" She screeched.
Gohan barely reacted, deep in thought, a worrying furrow in his thick eyebrows. ChiChi almost mimicked him with her
look of concern, but turned back to the counter instead of letting him see.
Goten came down, his hair still a little wet from hair gel, smelling clean and fresh. "Hey Mom, I've got no time.
I'm running late."
"What do you mean you have no time? Sit down young man and eat your breakfast."
Goten ignored his mother as Gohan never dared to. He walked over to the wall phone and dialed.
After a moment, "Hey Trunks."
Gohan jumped in his seat at the kitchen table. The reaction did not escape ChiChi, nor the pained expression on her
older son's face at the mention of Trunks name.
"Wha.. oh. Hey, that sucks. He really did?!?"
Gohan started to squirm, redness creeping up his neck.
"Fuck. I'm sorry man. I guess you're not going out tonight then?"
"Goten, don't use that language in this house!" Goten just made an impatient gesture at his mom with his shoulder.
"Ok. I'll see you in class later. Bye."
Goten hung up the phone and turned around, leaning on the kitchen counter. Directed at Gohan, "Man, he's fucked. He
was caught with a girl at home last night and Vegeta went nuts on him."
ChiChi looked like she was about to have a cow. "Goten.." the tone of her voice made both young men start. "I will
not listen to this vulgar discussion. So stop right now. If you are not going to eat, then go to school." She turned
around and both knew that she was seething.
Goten looked helplessly at his pale brother, then grabbed his notebook and headed out the door.
Gohan sighed, pain in his voice as he could feel his eyes begin to glisten. He had to get out of here. He got up
and said, in a quiet voice, "Mom, I'm going to get going. I'm sorry, I'm just not very hungry today. I'm not so
sure I'm feeling too good today."
ChiChi was about to turn around to give her son a sympathetic look, but something in her told her not to. It really
made her nervous.
What's wrong? She thought.
He quietly left, and Chichi said, "Gohan?"
* * *
3pm.
Goten waited for Trunks to gather his things and then they left class together. It was the first opportunity they
had to talk today.
"So, tell me what happened."
Trunks seemed hesitant to talk. He shrugged.
"I had Cassandra over." At least it wasn't a lie. "I was really stupid and trashed my parent's bedspread."
Mom was really pissed at me. Father, well, I think he was a little proud that I had a girl over, but had to
show me, and Mom, that he was pissed off. He punched me, but not too hard. Then he told me I couldn't go out
this week." Trunks looked angry suddenly. "What the fuck does he expect, that I'm going to obey him? I mean,
I'm 18 for Kami sake. Besides, it was all just show to impress my Mom. She, is really mad at me, though.
She said she wants to have a talk with me. That should be lovely, because by now she's spoken to Abraham,
and of course, he's told her that I ditched class yesterday."
"Oops." Goten smiled impishly. "So, was it all worth it."
Trunks blushed. It wasn't really like him to do so, so Goten thought it was odd.
Goten thought, oh ugh, I hope he's not getting serious about Cassandra. That would suck! He had enough of
people around him and their girlfriends. Girlfriends seemed to get in the way. Look at his own brother.
Since Gohan met Videl, he turned into a total loser.
Trunks shrugged, not wanting to give anything away. He thought about Gohan and his stomach did a little flip
flop. He wondered how Gohan was doing today. He thought that maybe he should call him. But then felt his
stomach flop again at the thought.
What am I going to do now? Trunks thought.
** *
Gohan stared at the Satan mansion from his view in the woods nearby. He'd been leaning against that tree trying
to decide what to do all day. He knew that Videl only had an early class that morning, and that she had been in
her room this whole time working on her paper.
What am I going to do now? He asked himself.
His thoughts returned to the previous evening, the look in those grey eyes, the sounds coming out of those sweet lips,
and he shuddered, groaning. He had never, NEVER, felt anything even remotely as powerful with Videl as he did with
Trunks. Just the mere thought of Trunks now made him ache all over. He breathed painfully, the sound of tears
stinging his eyes in his voice.
If I break off the engagement... they will all hate me. He thought of Videl and her father.
He thought of his Mother.
Then he thought of Vegeta's angry face. "If I ever see two men kissing again, I may just have to kill
everyone in the room!"
Gohan groaned.
This, what ever it was, was not going to be easy.
He took a step, determination on his face. Then the thought occurred, what if he changes his mind? What
if it was all just a casual thing for Trunks?
He stopped, looking pained.
What if I'm a fool and tell Videl it's all off and it was all just a lark to Trunks. I'd ruin my life for
nothing!
He stopped, knowing he wouldn't take another step. He felt helpless and weak and more miserable than he had
recently felt due to pressure and the burgeoning need in his body. If anything, yesterday made things worse
for him.
He turned back to the woods. He didn't feel like flying home.
* * *
Trunks drove, not really seeing anything before him. Class was a total joke today. He hadn't heard a word
anyone said. All he could think about was Gohan and how much he wanted him.
He wanted him so badly his crotch ached. He looked at his cell phone on the passenger seat next to him.
What was he going to say? He didn't know Gohan's schedule today, and the last thing he wanted to do was ring
him up and find out that he was with Videl.
He kept driving, heading towards the Briefs home, not knowing what he was going to do with his useless homebound
evening. After his Mom talked to him tonight, he knew he wasn't going to be able to go out. It would suck
because it wouldn't be like he would be able to concentrate on his studies or anything to get anything useful done.
He drove with these thoughts playing around in his head, and he saw a figure up ahead, walking along the shoulder
of the road along the woods that separated the public traffic from the Satan grounds.
Fucking Satan bastards, Trunks thought.
It was then he recognized that gait, those shoulders.
Trunks pulled the car to a stop next to the pedestrian, car screeching, startling the young Saiyan.
Gohan turned around and saw those grey eyes that he dreamt of all night long looking at him through the
windshield. He heard his husky voice say, "Get in."
Gohan dumbly climbed into the car, and Trunks took off.
* * *
Trunks didn't say anything for a few minutes, just kept driving.
Gohan looked disheveled, the hint of stubble on his pale chin. He was wearing an old button down shirt,
and jeans (!). Regardless, Trunks thought he looked achingly delicious.
Gohan could barely breath. Being this close to Trunks and smelling him was giving him an erection.
He tried not to let on the power that Trunks was having over him. He couldn't speak for fear that
his voice would betray him.
Trunks pulled onto a path through the woods that wasn't as well paved as the highway had been. It was
only a few more minutes before he pulled into a secluded area and cut the engine.
Gohan felt a strong hand grab him by his shirtfront and pull him to meet a hard, cruel and hungry kiss.
He let out the pent up air he was holding inside and moaned loudly, causing Trunks to smile through his
open mouth kisses. Gohan felt his body go weak all over tasting Trunks again and just enjoying him
completely. They hungrily grabbed and touched each other, their moans sounding pained and needy.
Trunks car was a little cramped and they were getting frustrated by the lack maneuverability. Trunks
opened up his door and pulled away, looked wild and hungry. Gohan did the same on his side. The both
of them once outside, approached each other with determination.
Trunks pushed Gohan up against a tree and pressed hard into him, feeling Gohan's erection and his meet
almost painfully.
Trunks' leather jacket's smell was driving Gohan wild. He reached inside it to feel the warmth of
the younger Saiyan's hard, taut, warm body. The cool air felt good, but Trunks felt better. They
kissed noisily for a long time, moaning and humping each other.
Trunks unbuttoned Gohan's shirt and then right way undid his jeans. Gohan just quietly let him.
Gohan's pants were yanked down and his shoes removed. Gohan looked around hoping that no one would
happen by. In a few moments he was completely naked again and a little cold, but excited, his pink
nipples hard and his erection brushing agonizingly against Trunks jeans.
Trunks got on his knees before Gohan, and Gohan looked a little startled, but eager. Trunks looked
at the hard member just an inch from his face and took it in his warm hand.
Gohan moaned with anticipation. Trunks opened his mouth wide and took as much of Gohan in it as he
could. He was too afraid to try deeper, feeling the strange feeling and tasting the salty taste of
Gohan's precum. Trunks thought, hmm, this actually is quite nice. He could hear Gohan start to moan
loudly and felt such arousal that...
Trunks came.
His grey eyes popped open causing Trunks to look comical with Gohan's cock stuffed in his mouth.
That had NEVER happened before.
Gohan hadn't even touched his cock yet. And he came. Just being with Gohan made him cum.
Trunks moaned and turned his head as he started to suck lovingly on Gohan. Gohan, feeling overwhelmed
nearly swooned, his legs weakening. Trunks kept turning his head with each time he moved in that Gohan
started to scream/moan, baring his teeth at the sky like an animal.
Fuck, was all Gohan could think.
Gohan looked down at Trunks, watching him lick at him, and Trunks sensed it. When Trunks grey eyes met
his, Gohan shuddered into a knee weakening orgasm. Through his squinting eyes, he watched white liquid
fill Trunks' mouth as the young man looked surprised, taking it all in.
Trunks wasn't sure what to do, so he just swallowed. The taste of Gohan, strange, but pleasant, made
him feel so good, so that through his wet boxers he could feel himself stiffen again. Trunks, closed
his eyes in ecstacy and licked and swallowed til there was nothing left of Gohan's orgasm.
Gohan, when Trunks released him, slid painfully down the bark of the tree, looking dazed and drained.
Trunks looked down at him from his kneeling position, liked how open Gohan's legs were. He backed
up on his knees, and pulled Gohan's legs with him.
Gohan, just moved his head, in delicious ecstacy, not caring what was about to happen to him. Trunks
lifted Gohan's legs up onto his shoulders and moved his ass up high so he could see Gohan's anus.
He spit onto his fingers and started to massage Gohan's anus, working at the opening. Gohan moaned
loudly and Trunks thought that if he didn't work fast he was going to cum again without even being touched.
Trunks was finally satisfied with how pliable Gohan was becoming and frantically ripped at this jeans
to open them. His cock, hit by the cool air felt dazzling.
He moved Gohan's ass down to where his cock could enter him, and looked at Gohan one last time.
He thrust himself completely inside in one shot, causing Gohan to scream in agony, his voice scratching
and grating painfully.
Trunks ignored the pain he caused him and just leaned his head back, eyes closed. He pumped, long,
dynamic thrusts, feeling Gohan wanting to tighten against him. He brought his thumbs on either side
of Gohan's opeing and used them to sort of pry the opening apart.
Gohan in agony, started to feel the repeated thrust against a very pleasurable space inside him,
and loosened himself, starting to moan in ecstacy. He could feel his erection again and looked
at Trunks, still fully clothed, pumping into him. Gohan's erection just waved uselessly in the air,
the cool air feeling good on it, increasing his pleasure further. Gohan turned his head, enjoying
the ever-increasing pleasure his body was feeling.
After a few moments, Trunks came, driving so hard into Gohan that he too came, all over Trunks now
downturned face. Gohan tried to grab his penis so that it would shoot elsewhere, but then he saw
a pink tongue lick at the spout of creamy white liquid. Gohan fell back against the grass at the
foot of the tree, delirium apparent on his handsome face.