Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Learning New Things ❯ Chapter 6
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By: dharmaserenity 
Things are starting to become difficult for our pair. Will their love prevail?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.01.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 708 | Status: Completed
Things are starting to become difficult for our pair. Will their love prevail?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.01.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 708 | Status: Completed
LEARNING NEW THINGS, Part 6
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 6
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime/Plot-What-Plot - Plot is really coming to now ;)
Also, a little comedy.
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, ANGST AND MORE ANGST. Don't expect to laugh at this one. Get out your Kleenex -
you will need it, 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.
Feedback : Please let me know what you think.
Tears streamed from Gohan's eyes as he blindly flew in any direction, feeling the pain of knowing that he
would have to hurt his beloved. His beloved.
He sobbed, knowing that he would never be able to forget the taste of those lips or the feeling that looking
in those eyes had given him on his two days of heaven. Just two days. He wiped at his eyes, not knowing where
he was going. Home was just too cramped right now. He felt like he couldn't go anywhere so flying was all he
could do.
Why, WHY?! Why did an innocent lunch gathering change everything he had ever known about himself or Trunks forever?
He could have just gone on being Trunks' friend, never knowing these things about him. But the thought occurred,
the love he felt so real, so a part of him now, would have eventually, some time down the road, taken him as it did now.
How could it not? How could just knowing Trunks intimately have caused all of what he was feeling? It had to be more,
otherwise, it just didn't make sense to him.
"RRRGGggh," angrily Gohan groaned. He had tried to keep all thoughts of Trunks out of his mind, but it was stupid
and senseless to even try. Trunks was all he could think about. A fresh sob escaped him.
He tried to think, what, besides watching Trunks in that fevered first time they were making love in the same room,
what it was about his angel, his beloved that made his heart ache and his head hurt with endless tears. He thought
through endless encounters in his own home, with Goten, at family gatherings, at Trunks' home, all through the years
since Trunks was just a little baby. He remembered back to playing with the infant, making silly faces for the little
cherub's amusement. He remembered how Bulma took baby Trunks, getting the little baby's toes already stuck in adventure,
that time they all went after the Androids and the older Tru..
Gohan stopped in mid air. He could only see one image in his mind. A beautiful young man, long locks a lavender
so strange you could not look away, as he emerged from the Room of Spirit and Time. Gohan breathed rapidly, almost
hyperventilating. Those eyes, haunting...
He was just a little boy then. Yet...
He was ensnared by those eyes even then. There was no hope for him from that very moment.
Gohan, stunned, fell like a lead weight to the earth.
* * *
Trunks tried to keep his eyes on the road, tried to not glance at the clock any more.
It was already 5pm and Gohan hadn't called.
He kept thinking of all the horrible possibilities, and then he would will himself to remember the look that Gohan gave
him just before leaving this morning to reassure himself.
This was agonizing.
He'd seen countless movies, heard countless love songs, read dozens of sappy novels, read the poetry of Byron and Shelley,
and yet, never had he ever realized the feelings behind all those words, full of pain and pent up angst. He never fully
understood what loving someone cost a person. And it sucked!
He hated the pain, the need, the ache. He felt like it was some kind of drug. He, being a Saiyan, never indulged in any
kind of intoxicants, even to have a glass of wine. Saiyan's, for some reason, just didn't like to pollute their bodies
with the stuff. The mere feeling of ascension, the power behind it, was enough of any heady feeling they ever seemed
to desire. So the feeling of intense need that loving Gohan was causing him felt like a slow and agonizing death.
He needed to talk to Gohan, whenever the fuck he would call, and sort out everything. He was afraid to even bring up
Videl, because of this very heart wrenching feeling that loving Gohan was, but if he didn't have some reassurance soon,
he didn't know what he was going to do.
Shit!
Trunks went through a stop light and cursed, almost causing a collision. He shook with the near miss, but to his complete
dismay, heard a siren behind him within seconds.
"SHIT!"
* * *
Gohan, hands on his knees, head bowed, panted like a beast. He landed in the middle of a field next to what looked like
an old and abandoned barn. There was a gnarly tree dying in the front yard of the barn. Other than that, there was
nothing else to look at. Not as if Gohan could see anything.
His mind looped the image of the Trunks from the future emerging from the Room of Spirit and Time, remembered watching
Bulma, with baby Trunks in her arms, go up to the stunning youth and tug at his long hair. He panted, feeling himself
being torn apart.
Why? WHY?!
He sobbed. He sobbed because he knew that life without his Trunks was no life at all. He thought of Videl's threat of
violence against himself and felt himself rage within at the unfairness of his fate. Why had his Trunks been such a
small boy when he met the girl? Why had he been so sheltered in his life that he couldn't recognize, before it was too
late, the difference between a sweet flirtation, and infatuation to the real thing that killed you inside and tore your
head to pieces?
Gohan, anger just taking him, raged, ascending instantly to Super Saiyan Two, the field's grass around him, being burned
away, a huge circle of fire flaming around him, as his rage spiraled and he continued to scream. He wanted to rage at the
earth, the sky, wished there was a fucking moon so he could do some real damage, he was so fucking pissed off..
And then he saw the large green man leaning against the gnarled, dead tree, arms folded calmly in front of him, his eyes
closed.
The sight of his old friend and Master, changed his blinding rage in an instant to an impotent whimper.
Gohan, exhausted, fell to his knees and tried to catch his breath.
Piccolo, waited for the young man to catch his breath. He moved toward him when it seemed that the man would soon be able
to speak, his cape swaying in the aftermath of Gohan's outburst.
Piccolo put a strong hand on Gohan's shoulder, and Gohan stood up. He looked up miserably at his old friend. Piccolo
smiled at him as he always did, never giving too much away.
"Hello Gohan."
Gohan could say nothing. He had nothing to say.
"I've been watching you, kid."
And Gohan went white, then turned crimson. "You... you know?"
Piccolo closed his eyes, again crossing his arms, and smiled a tiny smile, his head nodded downward. He then opened his
eyes, not changing his expression. "You'd be surprised what I can see."
Gohan turned from Piccolo, not wanting to face him. He started to pace aimlessly, toeing at the scorched earth around
them.
"Gohan, you need to be honest with Videl."
Gohan whipped around, not daring to hope that Piccolo was right.
Piccolo looked at his young friend, his eyes all dark circle, his skin wanting color badly. He saw the toll that all of
this was taking on the young man, and he didn't like it.
"You owe her the truth."
"I can't. She said she'd hurt herself." Gohan looked at the ground, helplessly.
"Wanting to protect her is admirable. But living a false life with her would solve nothing. You'd only end up leaving
as often as your father does." Gohan looked up sharply at Piccolo. "I'm sorry. But it's true."
He saw the anger on his young friend's face. "Gohan, your father loves your mother. As you love Videl. He has a first
love, and it has nothing to do with any one person - it is the endless struggle, bettering himself, being the best warrior
always. The only thing to ever to rival that love is you and Goten. And then your mother comes after. Goku is an
honorable man and made a promise a long time ago. But there have been many times that ChiChi has been left alone,
promise or not. Do you want to do the same to Videl?"
Gohan just stared at Piccolo, hearing him talk about such intimate things very strange, but he was right, and Gohan knew
it.
"Gohan, do not throw away your chance at happiness." With this Piccolo turned to go. Before he took off, "Don't worry
about Videl. She is a strong girl. And I will watch over her to make sure she is OK. Tell Trunks you need to sort
things out and to give you the time you need. Then go to him."
Gohan stared at Piccolo, not knowing what to say.
"Don't look upon this chance and think you will get another one. You will only regret it if you squander it.
I know."
Gohan gasped.
"Such love does not come again." With that Piccolo smiled, then soared into the air, out of sight.
* * *
Trunks got out of the car, and looked again in bitterness at the ticket. He was so lucky that he kept his head, he was
dangerously close to losing it when he was pulled over. The cop even gave him a hard time, evidently not liking the
pretty boy in the flashy car.
Trunks, knowing it would only anger him further checked one last time for a call from Gohan, and of course, there was
none. He resisted the urge to fling the phone against the house.
He walked in, practically stomping his feet. He was headed to the stairs, but then noticed how dark the living room was.
Usually there was at least one light on in there. He got closer to the stairs, but then he thought he saw movement out
of the corner of his eye. He checked again and yes, there was movement all right. A wine glass was being raised to a
pair of lips. He moved closer to the sunken living room and saw his mother, sitting in the dark on one of the couches.
"Mom?"
There was no answer at first. Bulma just looked at her son, with a sad expression. It wasn't disappointment. Not at all.
It was worry. Great worry. Her baby was doing something that society would hurt him for, over and over again, probably
for the rest of his life. Any mother, facing her own child's pain, would feel as Bulma did now. She wanted to take all
the hurt away, but knew she wouldn't be able to. It finally explained a lot of his behavior lately too, only confirming
to her that the agony had already begun. She took another sip of her wine.
"Mom!?"
"Hey, Trunks." She feined at a light mood, but the tears cracked her voice. He could now see the tears on her face
in what little light shone in through the windows.
"What's the matter?"
It was then that he noticed the four photos of him and Gohan sitting in front of her on the coffee table. He froze.
He looked at her in shock.
She smiled at him bitterly. "I guess Vegeta's big fear of being tied to Goku somehow for the rest of his life is going
to come true, huh?" She laughed mirthlessly.
Trunks, already defensive and angry said, "So what?! I fucked Gohan. Big deal."
Bulma got up and faced him. "Big deal? He's engaged! Or hadn't either one of you thought about that?"
"He loves me Mom."
She looked at Trunks. She remembered the way the pair looked when they came down the stairs. And she knew it was true.
"We didn't plan on hurting anyone."
"I know." She gave him a small, sad smile. "Are you prepared for a life that promises to be hard? There will be many
people that won't accept you for what you are. You know I ask all of this knowing that it is futile - you are who you
are and it is probably best to be honest about it." She looked around and he could see how helpless and worried she was.
He knew, in that moment, that she really didn't even think there was anything unnatural about it all and for the first
time since the afternoon, he felt at least some hope.
"Mom, if I .. if Gohan and I, were to stay together..."
She turned around to face him, "I'd wish you every happiness in the world and do everything in my power to protect and
save the two of you from anyone that would try to interfere." A few tears fell down her pretty face. He smiled at he
r sadly. She came over to him and took him in a strong hug. He liked the way it felt and just clung to her.
He hoped Gohan would just call him already.
* * *
Gohan returned home, and ChiChi, smiling, told him that Videl had called to tell her that things looked like they would
get better. ChiChi smiled and hugged Gohan. "Oh Gohan, I do hope you will smile again." She smiled at him hopefully.
He attempted it, but it was rather weak. She placed a hand on his handsome face.
"Do you want anything to eat?"
"No Mom. I'm going to just go up to my room, Ok?"
"All right." She smiled at him, love and concern in her eyes evident.
* * *
Gohan knew when he flew home that he was going to do exactly as Piccolo had suggested. To not hurt Videl, he would have
to hurt Trunks, and right now, Trunks was his main concern.
He picked up the phone and dialed Trunks.
Trunks looked at the phone, and although his heart was in his throat, he waited for the 3rd ring before he answered.
"Trunks?"
"Gohan." Trunks felt such relief that he fought the urge to just ramble off a string of endearments. He reminded himself
to keep cool.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you earlier."
Trunks didn't know what to say, still feeling a little hurt.
"I... we have to talk."
Trunks stopped breathing.
"I.. I need to sort through some things. I.. I hope you understand. I just need some time.."
Trunks felt tears sting his eyes. NO! NO!! He thought. This can't be happening. He's ending it. And then Trunks,
feeling betrayed, angry and pent up, "Fuck you!" Gohan was silenced. "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" Trunks clicked
off and this time he did throw the phone against his bedroom wall, shattering it into a fine powder with the force of
his throw.
Gohan sat there shaking. With trembling fingers, he dialed the phone again. The line just kept ringing. He paced
frantically. He felt caged and didn't know what to do.
* * *
"Trunks! TRUNKS!!!" Bulma screamed from outside Trunks' bedroom. All she could hear was furniture being smashed
and things being thrown around. The door swung open and Trunks stood there panting looking like an animal.
"What's wrong?!?"
And then Trunks just balled. She instantly knew. He spoke to Gohan and Gohan broke it off. She seethed inside at the
young man for hurting her boy. She put her arms around Trunks and he just clung to her weeping uncontrollably.
* * *
The next day, Gohan had tried calling the house, but was told, by Bulma who just managed to remain civil, that Trunks
did not want to speak to him. He almost begged her to let him speak to him, and then Bulma tore into him. She told
him about how she found out and thought he should be ashamed for leading her Trunks on when he was engaged as he was.
Trunks was better off without him, and that's how he would remain. Then she hung up on him. He felt like he was
punched, never having heard such a feeling of dislike in her voice towards him before.
Gohan fought the urge to go and see Piccolo. He had to handle some of this on his own.
He knew that Videl had a final the next morning and didn't want to upset her tonight. He planned on seeing her after
her class the next day.
In the meantime, he spent the most miserable Sunday alone of his life.
* * *
Trunks was not in much better shape. He ordered some new furniture for his room, and then lay in bed in the guest room
for the entire day on Sunday. Goten had called him a couple of times, but right now, he just couldn't listen to a voice
so similar to Gohan's. It was just too much.
He lay in bed, crying and feeling like he wanted to die.
* * *
The next day, feeling like he was dying, he got ready for school. He drove like a zombie and parked. He got out,
looking pale and withdrawn. He grabbed his books off the passenger seat and walked up to the Building that housed
his locker.
As he walked through the front yard, and then through the hall, he ignored strange looks he was getting, deep in his
misery. But, even in the state he was in, he started to notice that some of the looks he was getting were a little
snarky, and nasty. Someone actually pointed at him and laughed. He felt like he was in some kind of surreal nightmare.
He was puzzled by it, by continued on in his trancelike way through the halls. As he rounded a corner, heading for
his locker, a group of girls that had always seemed really interested in him, sneered and then laughed at him. Trunks
looked at them puzzled.
He walked up to his locker, and it was then that everything made sense, but in such a painful and horrible way.
Taped to his locker door was a photocopy of the photo of him and Gohan in bed together.
* * *
Gohan stood there trembling, tears streaming down his face.
Videl just looked at him like she wanted to cry and kill him at the same time.
"I'm sorry Videl."
"Get out. I HATE YOU!"
With that, she ran from him.
He had done it. And he felt like he wanted to kill himself.
Now, he had to get his Trunks back. He would die trying if he had to.
* * *
Trunks, brave lad that he was, attempted to go to his first class. It was a mistake. He was a joke. Everyone rubbed
it in his face with little looks, giggles, and openly flapping around photocopied pictures of him and Gohan. He couldn't
believe how nasty people could be and he just felt exhausted and angry about the whole thing. One final giggle midway
through his Physics class nearly sent him over the edge. Instead, he calmly gathered up his books and left.
It was out in the hallway that he saw Goten.
Goten was pale and looked angry.
"Not now, Goten." Goten grabbed Trunks, and Trunks knew there was no way he was going to get away from him.
"Why?!"
Trunks shrugged his shoulders. "I like cock."
Goten flared dangerously. His brows and the roots of his hair turning blond for a brief instant.
Trunks just looked at him bitterly.
"So, how does it feel to be best friends with a fucking queer?"
For some strange reason, that last comment calmed Goten down. Trunks looked at him puzzled, not realizing how much pain
he exuded. It was obvious to Goten that no matter what he was feeling, confusion, betrayal, concern, it paled to what
his friend was going through. His sympathy and friendship took over and he knew that he couldn't be mad at Trunks
anymore.
* * *
Goten promised to see him later. He said he had to talk to Gohan first and Trunks fought the urge just to scream
obscenities to the world.
Trunks dreaded it, but he had to go back through the corridor where his locker was. He had left the picture up, and
regretted it. He knew it would still be there to taunt him as he passed.
He was about to walk past the offending photo, but bitterness and sorrow just made him stop. He stared at the photo,
looking at how content and happy he had been just 2 days before. He looked at the man that made his insides hurt and
such pain and anger welled up in him, if he didn't leave he would ascend, so he ran.
And as he ran, using his body's strength and energy, feeling the power behind it, his anger intensified. Mindless to
the building rage inside him, he never even made an attempt to go back to his car. He ran, straight off school grounds
and then soared.
As he flew, the look of rage on his face would have given anyone pause. He ascended to Super Saiyan Two and needed
release.
And he knew the one place he would find it.
* * *
He landed outside the Son home and screamed, raging at the sky, for Gohan to come out. Gohan, home alone, froze feeling
the icy tendrils that the sound of that voice induced. His face then changed. Anger, and a darkness to his eyes, almost
innate in the Saiyan race when being challenged to the death, came over him. He quietly walked out, already ascended.
The two angry young men faced off in the front yard of the Son home, no evidence of the love they had once felt for each
other in their eyes.
To Be continued...
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 6
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime/Plot-What-Plot - Plot is really coming to now ;)
Also, a little comedy.
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, ANGST AND MORE ANGST. Don't expect to laugh at this one. Get out your Kleenex -
you will need it, 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.
Feedback : Please let me know what you think.
Tears streamed from Gohan's eyes as he blindly flew in any direction, feeling the pain of knowing that he
would have to hurt his beloved. His beloved.
He sobbed, knowing that he would never be able to forget the taste of those lips or the feeling that looking
in those eyes had given him on his two days of heaven. Just two days. He wiped at his eyes, not knowing where
he was going. Home was just too cramped right now. He felt like he couldn't go anywhere so flying was all he
could do.
Why, WHY?! Why did an innocent lunch gathering change everything he had ever known about himself or Trunks forever?
He could have just gone on being Trunks' friend, never knowing these things about him. But the thought occurred,
the love he felt so real, so a part of him now, would have eventually, some time down the road, taken him as it did now.
How could it not? How could just knowing Trunks intimately have caused all of what he was feeling? It had to be more,
otherwise, it just didn't make sense to him.
"RRRGGggh," angrily Gohan groaned. He had tried to keep all thoughts of Trunks out of his mind, but it was stupid
and senseless to even try. Trunks was all he could think about. A fresh sob escaped him.
He tried to think, what, besides watching Trunks in that fevered first time they were making love in the same room,
what it was about his angel, his beloved that made his heart ache and his head hurt with endless tears. He thought
through endless encounters in his own home, with Goten, at family gatherings, at Trunks' home, all through the years
since Trunks was just a little baby. He remembered back to playing with the infant, making silly faces for the little
cherub's amusement. He remembered how Bulma took baby Trunks, getting the little baby's toes already stuck in adventure,
that time they all went after the Androids and the older Tru..
Gohan stopped in mid air. He could only see one image in his mind. A beautiful young man, long locks a lavender
so strange you could not look away, as he emerged from the Room of Spirit and Time. Gohan breathed rapidly, almost
hyperventilating. Those eyes, haunting...
He was just a little boy then. Yet...
He was ensnared by those eyes even then. There was no hope for him from that very moment.
Gohan, stunned, fell like a lead weight to the earth.
* * *
Trunks tried to keep his eyes on the road, tried to not glance at the clock any more.
It was already 5pm and Gohan hadn't called.
He kept thinking of all the horrible possibilities, and then he would will himself to remember the look that Gohan gave
him just before leaving this morning to reassure himself.
This was agonizing.
He'd seen countless movies, heard countless love songs, read dozens of sappy novels, read the poetry of Byron and Shelley,
and yet, never had he ever realized the feelings behind all those words, full of pain and pent up angst. He never fully
understood what loving someone cost a person. And it sucked!
He hated the pain, the need, the ache. He felt like it was some kind of drug. He, being a Saiyan, never indulged in any
kind of intoxicants, even to have a glass of wine. Saiyan's, for some reason, just didn't like to pollute their bodies
with the stuff. The mere feeling of ascension, the power behind it, was enough of any heady feeling they ever seemed
to desire. So the feeling of intense need that loving Gohan was causing him felt like a slow and agonizing death.
He needed to talk to Gohan, whenever the fuck he would call, and sort out everything. He was afraid to even bring up
Videl, because of this very heart wrenching feeling that loving Gohan was, but if he didn't have some reassurance soon,
he didn't know what he was going to do.
Shit!
Trunks went through a stop light and cursed, almost causing a collision. He shook with the near miss, but to his complete
dismay, heard a siren behind him within seconds.
"SHIT!"
* * *
Gohan, hands on his knees, head bowed, panted like a beast. He landed in the middle of a field next to what looked like
an old and abandoned barn. There was a gnarly tree dying in the front yard of the barn. Other than that, there was
nothing else to look at. Not as if Gohan could see anything.
His mind looped the image of the Trunks from the future emerging from the Room of Spirit and Time, remembered watching
Bulma, with baby Trunks in her arms, go up to the stunning youth and tug at his long hair. He panted, feeling himself
being torn apart.
Why? WHY?!
He sobbed. He sobbed because he knew that life without his Trunks was no life at all. He thought of Videl's threat of
violence against himself and felt himself rage within at the unfairness of his fate. Why had his Trunks been such a
small boy when he met the girl? Why had he been so sheltered in his life that he couldn't recognize, before it was too
late, the difference between a sweet flirtation, and infatuation to the real thing that killed you inside and tore your
head to pieces?
Gohan, anger just taking him, raged, ascending instantly to Super Saiyan Two, the field's grass around him, being burned
away, a huge circle of fire flaming around him, as his rage spiraled and he continued to scream. He wanted to rage at the
earth, the sky, wished there was a fucking moon so he could do some real damage, he was so fucking pissed off..
And then he saw the large green man leaning against the gnarled, dead tree, arms folded calmly in front of him, his eyes
closed.
The sight of his old friend and Master, changed his blinding rage in an instant to an impotent whimper.
Gohan, exhausted, fell to his knees and tried to catch his breath.
Piccolo, waited for the young man to catch his breath. He moved toward him when it seemed that the man would soon be able
to speak, his cape swaying in the aftermath of Gohan's outburst.
Piccolo put a strong hand on Gohan's shoulder, and Gohan stood up. He looked up miserably at his old friend. Piccolo
smiled at him as he always did, never giving too much away.
"Hello Gohan."
Gohan could say nothing. He had nothing to say.
"I've been watching you, kid."
And Gohan went white, then turned crimson. "You... you know?"
Piccolo closed his eyes, again crossing his arms, and smiled a tiny smile, his head nodded downward. He then opened his
eyes, not changing his expression. "You'd be surprised what I can see."
Gohan turned from Piccolo, not wanting to face him. He started to pace aimlessly, toeing at the scorched earth around
them.
"Gohan, you need to be honest with Videl."
Gohan whipped around, not daring to hope that Piccolo was right.
Piccolo looked at his young friend, his eyes all dark circle, his skin wanting color badly. He saw the toll that all of
this was taking on the young man, and he didn't like it.
"You owe her the truth."
"I can't. She said she'd hurt herself." Gohan looked at the ground, helplessly.
"Wanting to protect her is admirable. But living a false life with her would solve nothing. You'd only end up leaving
as often as your father does." Gohan looked up sharply at Piccolo. "I'm sorry. But it's true."
He saw the anger on his young friend's face. "Gohan, your father loves your mother. As you love Videl. He has a first
love, and it has nothing to do with any one person - it is the endless struggle, bettering himself, being the best warrior
always. The only thing to ever to rival that love is you and Goten. And then your mother comes after. Goku is an
honorable man and made a promise a long time ago. But there have been many times that ChiChi has been left alone,
promise or not. Do you want to do the same to Videl?"
Gohan just stared at Piccolo, hearing him talk about such intimate things very strange, but he was right, and Gohan knew
it.
"Gohan, do not throw away your chance at happiness." With this Piccolo turned to go. Before he took off, "Don't worry
about Videl. She is a strong girl. And I will watch over her to make sure she is OK. Tell Trunks you need to sort
things out and to give you the time you need. Then go to him."
Gohan stared at Piccolo, not knowing what to say.
"Don't look upon this chance and think you will get another one. You will only regret it if you squander it.
I know."
Gohan gasped.
"Such love does not come again." With that Piccolo smiled, then soared into the air, out of sight.
* * *
Trunks got out of the car, and looked again in bitterness at the ticket. He was so lucky that he kept his head, he was
dangerously close to losing it when he was pulled over. The cop even gave him a hard time, evidently not liking the
pretty boy in the flashy car.
Trunks, knowing it would only anger him further checked one last time for a call from Gohan, and of course, there was
none. He resisted the urge to fling the phone against the house.
He walked in, practically stomping his feet. He was headed to the stairs, but then noticed how dark the living room was.
Usually there was at least one light on in there. He got closer to the stairs, but then he thought he saw movement out
of the corner of his eye. He checked again and yes, there was movement all right. A wine glass was being raised to a
pair of lips. He moved closer to the sunken living room and saw his mother, sitting in the dark on one of the couches.
"Mom?"
There was no answer at first. Bulma just looked at her son, with a sad expression. It wasn't disappointment. Not at all.
It was worry. Great worry. Her baby was doing something that society would hurt him for, over and over again, probably
for the rest of his life. Any mother, facing her own child's pain, would feel as Bulma did now. She wanted to take all
the hurt away, but knew she wouldn't be able to. It finally explained a lot of his behavior lately too, only confirming
to her that the agony had already begun. She took another sip of her wine.
"Mom!?"
"Hey, Trunks." She feined at a light mood, but the tears cracked her voice. He could now see the tears on her face
in what little light shone in through the windows.
"What's the matter?"
It was then that he noticed the four photos of him and Gohan sitting in front of her on the coffee table. He froze.
He looked at her in shock.
She smiled at him bitterly. "I guess Vegeta's big fear of being tied to Goku somehow for the rest of his life is going
to come true, huh?" She laughed mirthlessly.
Trunks, already defensive and angry said, "So what?! I fucked Gohan. Big deal."
Bulma got up and faced him. "Big deal? He's engaged! Or hadn't either one of you thought about that?"
"He loves me Mom."
She looked at Trunks. She remembered the way the pair looked when they came down the stairs. And she knew it was true.
"We didn't plan on hurting anyone."
"I know." She gave him a small, sad smile. "Are you prepared for a life that promises to be hard? There will be many
people that won't accept you for what you are. You know I ask all of this knowing that it is futile - you are who you
are and it is probably best to be honest about it." She looked around and he could see how helpless and worried she was.
He knew, in that moment, that she really didn't even think there was anything unnatural about it all and for the first
time since the afternoon, he felt at least some hope.
"Mom, if I .. if Gohan and I, were to stay together..."
She turned around to face him, "I'd wish you every happiness in the world and do everything in my power to protect and
save the two of you from anyone that would try to interfere." A few tears fell down her pretty face. He smiled at he
r sadly. She came over to him and took him in a strong hug. He liked the way it felt and just clung to her.
He hoped Gohan would just call him already.
* * *
Gohan returned home, and ChiChi, smiling, told him that Videl had called to tell her that things looked like they would
get better. ChiChi smiled and hugged Gohan. "Oh Gohan, I do hope you will smile again." She smiled at him hopefully.
He attempted it, but it was rather weak. She placed a hand on his handsome face.
"Do you want anything to eat?"
"No Mom. I'm going to just go up to my room, Ok?"
"All right." She smiled at him, love and concern in her eyes evident.
* * *
Gohan knew when he flew home that he was going to do exactly as Piccolo had suggested. To not hurt Videl, he would have
to hurt Trunks, and right now, Trunks was his main concern.
He picked up the phone and dialed Trunks.
Trunks looked at the phone, and although his heart was in his throat, he waited for the 3rd ring before he answered.
"Trunks?"
"Gohan." Trunks felt such relief that he fought the urge to just ramble off a string of endearments. He reminded himself
to keep cool.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you earlier."
Trunks didn't know what to say, still feeling a little hurt.
"I... we have to talk."
Trunks stopped breathing.
"I.. I need to sort through some things. I.. I hope you understand. I just need some time.."
Trunks felt tears sting his eyes. NO! NO!! He thought. This can't be happening. He's ending it. And then Trunks,
feeling betrayed, angry and pent up, "Fuck you!" Gohan was silenced. "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" Trunks clicked
off and this time he did throw the phone against his bedroom wall, shattering it into a fine powder with the force of
his throw.
Gohan sat there shaking. With trembling fingers, he dialed the phone again. The line just kept ringing. He paced
frantically. He felt caged and didn't know what to do.
* * *
"Trunks! TRUNKS!!!" Bulma screamed from outside Trunks' bedroom. All she could hear was furniture being smashed
and things being thrown around. The door swung open and Trunks stood there panting looking like an animal.
"What's wrong?!?"
And then Trunks just balled. She instantly knew. He spoke to Gohan and Gohan broke it off. She seethed inside at the
young man for hurting her boy. She put her arms around Trunks and he just clung to her weeping uncontrollably.
* * *
The next day, Gohan had tried calling the house, but was told, by Bulma who just managed to remain civil, that Trunks
did not want to speak to him. He almost begged her to let him speak to him, and then Bulma tore into him. She told
him about how she found out and thought he should be ashamed for leading her Trunks on when he was engaged as he was.
Trunks was better off without him, and that's how he would remain. Then she hung up on him. He felt like he was
punched, never having heard such a feeling of dislike in her voice towards him before.
Gohan fought the urge to go and see Piccolo. He had to handle some of this on his own.
He knew that Videl had a final the next morning and didn't want to upset her tonight. He planned on seeing her after
her class the next day.
In the meantime, he spent the most miserable Sunday alone of his life.
* * *
Trunks was not in much better shape. He ordered some new furniture for his room, and then lay in bed in the guest room
for the entire day on Sunday. Goten had called him a couple of times, but right now, he just couldn't listen to a voice
so similar to Gohan's. It was just too much.
He lay in bed, crying and feeling like he wanted to die.
* * *
The next day, feeling like he was dying, he got ready for school. He drove like a zombie and parked. He got out,
looking pale and withdrawn. He grabbed his books off the passenger seat and walked up to the Building that housed
his locker.
As he walked through the front yard, and then through the hall, he ignored strange looks he was getting, deep in his
misery. But, even in the state he was in, he started to notice that some of the looks he was getting were a little
snarky, and nasty. Someone actually pointed at him and laughed. He felt like he was in some kind of surreal nightmare.
He was puzzled by it, by continued on in his trancelike way through the halls. As he rounded a corner, heading for
his locker, a group of girls that had always seemed really interested in him, sneered and then laughed at him. Trunks
looked at them puzzled.
He walked up to his locker, and it was then that everything made sense, but in such a painful and horrible way.
Taped to his locker door was a photocopy of the photo of him and Gohan in bed together.
* * *
Gohan stood there trembling, tears streaming down his face.
Videl just looked at him like she wanted to cry and kill him at the same time.
"I'm sorry Videl."
"Get out. I HATE YOU!"
With that, she ran from him.
He had done it. And he felt like he wanted to kill himself.
Now, he had to get his Trunks back. He would die trying if he had to.
* * *
Trunks, brave lad that he was, attempted to go to his first class. It was a mistake. He was a joke. Everyone rubbed
it in his face with little looks, giggles, and openly flapping around photocopied pictures of him and Gohan. He couldn't
believe how nasty people could be and he just felt exhausted and angry about the whole thing. One final giggle midway
through his Physics class nearly sent him over the edge. Instead, he calmly gathered up his books and left.
It was out in the hallway that he saw Goten.
Goten was pale and looked angry.
"Not now, Goten." Goten grabbed Trunks, and Trunks knew there was no way he was going to get away from him.
"Why?!"
Trunks shrugged his shoulders. "I like cock."
Goten flared dangerously. His brows and the roots of his hair turning blond for a brief instant.
Trunks just looked at him bitterly.
"So, how does it feel to be best friends with a fucking queer?"
For some strange reason, that last comment calmed Goten down. Trunks looked at him puzzled, not realizing how much pain
he exuded. It was obvious to Goten that no matter what he was feeling, confusion, betrayal, concern, it paled to what
his friend was going through. His sympathy and friendship took over and he knew that he couldn't be mad at Trunks
anymore.
* * *
Goten promised to see him later. He said he had to talk to Gohan first and Trunks fought the urge just to scream
obscenities to the world.
Trunks dreaded it, but he had to go back through the corridor where his locker was. He had left the picture up, and
regretted it. He knew it would still be there to taunt him as he passed.
He was about to walk past the offending photo, but bitterness and sorrow just made him stop. He stared at the photo,
looking at how content and happy he had been just 2 days before. He looked at the man that made his insides hurt and
such pain and anger welled up in him, if he didn't leave he would ascend, so he ran.
And as he ran, using his body's strength and energy, feeling the power behind it, his anger intensified. Mindless to
the building rage inside him, he never even made an attempt to go back to his car. He ran, straight off school grounds
and then soared.
As he flew, the look of rage on his face would have given anyone pause. He ascended to Super Saiyan Two and needed
release.
And he knew the one place he would find it.
* * *
He landed outside the Son home and screamed, raging at the sky, for Gohan to come out. Gohan, home alone, froze feeling
the icy tendrils that the sound of that voice induced. His face then changed. Anger, and a darkness to his eyes, almost
innate in the Saiyan race when being challenged to the death, came over him. He quietly walked out, already ascended.
The two angry young men faced off in the front yard of the Son home, no evidence of the love they had once felt for each
other in their eyes.
To Be continued...