Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Learning New Things ❯ Chapter 7
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By: dharmaserenity 
Will Gohan get through to Trunks? And what will happen from there?
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Will Gohan get through to Trunks? And what will happen from there?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.01.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 687 | Status: Completed
LEARNING NEW THINGS, Part 7
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 7
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime
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 : m/m sex, graphic sex, a lot of violence in this one.
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.
Trunks roared.
Gohan, barely getting a chance to form a protective stance, watched in horror as Trunks flew at
him with murder in his eyes, screaming like a madman.
He braced against the crazed younger man, sliding, but then he shoved back at Trunks, calling forth
something deep within him and the young man flew.
Trunk stopped in mid air, gnashing his teeth and flew at Gohan again.
Gohan sent a blast to the ground forcing himself high in the air. Trunks, to his dismay, was going
to hit the house and probably crash into his kitchen.
No, the man stopped just in time. And Gohan breathed a sigh of relief. But then he had to brace himself
for another attack as Trunks leaped up after him, hellbent on ripping Gohan to shreds.
Gohan bracing himself, met blow after blow, but never hit Trunks back. He hoped he could continue to block
all of Trunks' hits, causing him to tire so that he could stop this murderous rampage.
As Gohan fought, his heart was ripping within him at the look of complete hatred in his lover's eyes. Trunks,
trying to find a way to inflict pain, and getting blocked and blocked again, finally grabbed one blocking arm,
spinning around and hurtling a surprised Gohan to the earth. Trunks, closely followed and when Gohan hit the
earth, Trunks barreled into Gohan head first, brutally winding him. Trunks took this opportunity to rain horrific
punches to Gohan's face.
Gohan, tried to hold onto Trunks' arms, but he was pinned by Trunks knees and the boy was raving mad, unable to
contain. Gohan, trying a different tack, swung his legs up from behind Trunks, pinned his neck between his
ankles and slammed Trunks' head onto the ground, hoping to stun him. Trunks, hit, still managed to somersault away.
They faced off again. Trunks still continued to gnash his teeth, staring at Gohan with every drop of anger he
could find in himself.
Gohan, in defensive stance, bleeding from nose, mouth and the side of one eye, tried to talk some sense into the
younger man.
'Trunks! Stop it. Talk to me."
"FUCK YOU!!!" With that, Trunks flew at him again, and Gohan, feeling he had no other choice, landed a timed blow
sending Trunks flying about 30 feet and forcing him to land hard. Gohan, horrified that he hit him as hard as he
did, flew over to him to see if he was all right. The second his body was over Trunks', Trunks hit him with an
energy blast. Gohan flew up about 20 feet and landed about 15 feet away from Trunks in a heap.
Gohan felt the power behind that energy blast and knew the only reason he was even alive was because he was the much
stronger of the two. He just lay there, not even trying to get up.
Trunks wanted him dead.
And if Trunks wanted him dead, then he wanted to die. So he didn't even try to stop Trunks as the younger man landed
on his chest and then rained more hatred all over his face.
He screamed like a mad man, his eyes rolling back into his head, and lifted an energy blast up into the sky to build
it to its maximum force so that bringing it back down, he could, once and for all, end Gohan's life.
* * *
Bulma took the old photo out of her dresser drawer and sat on her bed to stare at it. It was the picture that the
other Trunks, a boy she loved as her own, had given her. It was a picture from his own time - a picture taken of
him and his Gohan.
And she could see it. It stared her in her face.
She didn't know if they too had been lovers, but she didn't doubt that if given the chance that they had deserved,
they too would have been.
She looked up, her eyes misting at the memory of the beautiful boy that had come into her life for such a brief time.
Vegeta regarded her from the doorway. When he spoke, he startled her.
"I don't know why you continue to torture yourself with that picture."
She got up quickly and returned it to it's home in her dresser. Vegeta walked into the room and stared out the window.
"So, how was Trunks this morning?"
It did not escape Vegeta that the house was very subdued when he returned late last night from his gravity room.
Bulma and Bra had retired early, the mother worried about her son and the younger girl racked with guilt. As Vegeta
came up the stairs the unmistakable sound of his son crying in the guest room greeted him.
He never asked what had happened.
He didn't want to know, but had the sinking feeling he'd find out soon enough.
* * *
Trunks gathered a blast to kill Gohan, looking at him with mad rage, and was about to rain it down on the Saiyan man
laying underneath him, who was not even trying to prevent his own death. At the last moment, Trunks shot the blast
out, hitting a couple of trees about 50 feet away.
He then collapsed on Gohan, panting. And when he got enough air in his lungs, his pants turned to hopeless sobs.
He ran his hands through Gohan's hair and just cried, his face buried in the earth, a half inch from Gohan's ear.
Gohan felt all the pain coming out of that body, and just let Trunks cry. He was so spent, that he could do nothing else.
After a time, Trunks, still wailing, ringing his hands through the older man's hair, his body racked with the sobs
he could not contain, suddenly rose in the air, as Gohan finally gathered enough strength to pick the both of them up.
When Gohan was back on his feet, he tossed Trunks up in the air so he could land the right way to be cradled in his arms.
He then walked into the house.
He carried Trunks up the stairs and into his room to lay him down on his bed. Trunks never stopped crying.
He sat on the bed next to the weeping Saiyan, and removed his shoes. He then pulled down Trunks' jeans and undid
the front of his shirt. Trunks cries started to subside, just mere whimpers, as he was lifted slightly so that Gohan
could gently remove it. He then pulled down Trunks' boxers and stood above Trunks so he could start to remove his own
clothes. He moved carefully, his injuries still bleeding and painful.
Once nude, he got on the bed and grabbed Trunks gently by the legs, lifting them up onto his own shoulders. He massaged
Trunks' anus, using a little spittle on his hand, and the younger man, no longer crying, held his breath hoping for
this to start, wanting to feel Gohan make love to him again.
Gohan gently pushed himself into Trunks and just remained there, looking sadly at the young man. Trunks, swooned from
the feeling, tears from his earlier crying still staining his dirty and bloodied face. Trunks grabbed himself, stroking,
wishing Gohan would start to move inside him, but not daring to say anything, completely unable to speak. Gohan,
watching Trunks touch himself, feeling sweat start to break out all over his body at the sight and the feel of being
inside Trunk, started to move slowly.
Trunks moaned, arching his neck back, threatening to cum any moment.
Gohan, blood running down his face, arched his head back, enjoying the sensation as Trunks squeezed him from within.
They made love for maybe just five minutes, before both came. Gohan, exhausted and in pain, pushed off of Trunks,
landing on his back next to him in the cramped bed.
Trunks, feeling naked, felt tears rise to the surface again.
What did all of this mean?
Trunks thought that Gohan had wanted to end things, and then he tenderly makes love to him. He was confused and tired
and still felt empty inside. Trunks sobbed and threw himself onto Gohan's chest, clinging to him, actually digging his
fingernails in the tender flesh of Gohan's torso.
Gohan just lay there feeling the desperation and the pain pour out of Trunks. After a time, he brought a gentle hand
to the back of Trunks' wet hair, massaging his head to soothe away the hurt.
Trunks feeling the tenderness of that touch, raised himself to look into Gohan's face, fat tears spilling out of his
grey eyes.
Gohan was a mess. He was covered in caking blood and his skin was paler than usual. He was actually very injured,
but Gohan didn't really care.
"Trunks? Why won't you let me speak to you?"
"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT YOU'RE LEAVING!!!" he wailed.
"I'm not."
Trunks cried, so pained that even hearing what he wanted to hear, he could not bring himself to believe it. Gohan
wiped at some tears with his thumb, the rest of his hand cupping Trunks' miserable face.
"I'd never leave you, Trunks."
Trunks choked a bit, but his eyes, straining past tears that somehow couldn't stop, started to look hopeful.
"I love you Trunks. I want to be with you for the rest of my life."
Trunks stopped crying. He looked at Gohan, not daring to breath. Gohan looked above Trunks' eyes, stroking his hair
out of them and then just regarded the whole, beautiful face.
"I mean it Trunks. I broke up with Videl. I will never see her again. And I'm sorry I hurt you."
Trunks grabbed Gohan and clung to him like a desperate, drowning man. The pain of loving Gohan, stealing his breath
and strength.
"Please don't ever leave me Gohan!"
"I won't. Never."
Gohan gently caressed Trunks' back and held him.
Trunks, leaning on his elbows looked at the mess he made of poor Gohan's face and started to cry even more. Gohan
chuckled, looking at the young man lovingly.
"I'll be fine. I just won't look very good for a few days. Remind me to not get you mad ever again when we live
together."
The first hint of a smile lit on the younger man's face. He was almost afraid to dare to hope. He hugged Gohan,
a desperate and clingy hug, but Gohan liked it. It was reassurance that he was doing the right thing.
They held each other for a time and then fell asleep, entwined in each other's arms.
* * *
The sound of a constant tapping awoke the beautiful young man. A soft light came from behind him and he turned over,
blinking.
Gohan, hearing Trunks stir, turned around to look at him from where he sat at his computer.
Trunks winced at the sight of the injured face.
Gohan smiled. "Hey."
"Hey," Trunks said in a quiet voice. It was dark outside and the only light in the room was from Gohan's small desk
lamp and the computer screen. The light was golden on his skin. Despite his injuries, he looked agonizingly good to
Trunks, sitting there barefoot in jeans and an open shirt.
Gohan got up and sat on the edge of the bed, caressing Trunks through the sheet that covered him. Trunks sat up and
wrapped his arms around Gohan, kissing him passionately. The message was clear.
"Trunks, my parents are home. So's Goten."
Trunks looked at the door as if it would open any moment.
"They know I'm working so they are leaving me alone." He smiled with closed lips, rubbing Trunks' bare arms. Trunks,
his hands inside Gohan's shirt, climbed up so he could feel Gohan's shoulders.
Trunks' whispered, "please, we can do it quietly."
Gohan shook his head. "I'm going to tell them tonight."
Trunks looked stunned.
"I can't keep secrets anymore, Trunks. Dinner will be ready soon and my Mom will call me down, or come up and knock
on the door. She'll be horrified by my face. I'm going to need to say something and I just don't have the energy
to lie. I need you to get dressed. I want you with me when I tell them." He looked at Trunks openly. "Can you do
that for me?"
"Yes Gohan," Trunks said with a small voice. He hugged Gohan again, desperately not wanting to have to let go.
Gohan gave him a squeeze and then smiled at him reassuringly up close. He then kissed Trunks tenderly once. He
got up, brushing his hair back, buttoning his shirt.
Trunks was handed his clothing and started to dress on shaking legs. Gohan, tucking in his shirt slipped on some
shoes while standing. Gohan obviously knew his mom's ways very well, because within a minute, he heard her calling
him down to dinner. Trunks jumped, his pants just on, but not yet zipped. Gohan smiled reassuringly at Trunks and
then called out, "be right there, Mom."
* * *
Gohan walked towards the lit kitchen where he could already hear both Goten and Goku stuffing food greedily into their
mouths. He heard ChiChi giggle at some look Goku must have made, the distinctive sound of her ladling rice into a
bowl for Gohan.
Gohan walked into the kitchen, with a very guilty looking Trunks right behind him.
Goku, seeing his son's injured face, swallowed what was in his mouth to speak, but Goten beat him to it with a "fuck!"
"Goten!" Chichi spun around to reprimand her youngest but the face of her oldest just made her scream instead.
"GOHAN!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!"
Both Goku and Goten stood, the elder looking at his son with the same concern felt by the mother, the younger with
a knowing look at the lavender headed man standing in the doorway.
"Mom, I'm ok. It will heal."
"But your face! You haven't even put any bandages on."
"MOM, I'm all right." He smiled shyly at his father. Goku smiled, then noticed poor Trunks standing back and saw
that he was injured too.
"Obviously you boys were attacked. What happened?" Goku asked looking ready to rush out to take care of who ever it
was that had hurt them.
In a quiet voice, Trunks said, "I did it. I'm sorry."
They looked at Trunks, their mouth's agape.
Trunks looked down at the floor.
Gohan, backed up a step, looking protective, at least to Goten, who knew what this was all about.
Goku, sensing ChiChi's anger building, tried to get Trunks' attention to give him a warning look. He wasn't successful.
ChiChi, anger building to a crescendo, "how dare you hit my baby?!!!"
Trunks, eyes starting to tear, started to reply futilely that he was sorry again, but Gohan interrupted, "Mom, please.
Leave him alone."
ChiChi wasn't listening, but starting to advance on Trunks instead. "HOW DARE YOU HI...."
Gohan got in front of her and grabbed her by her wrists. ChiChi looked up and was startled by the angry look on his face.
"Mom, please listen to me." He let go of ChiChi, and she made an effort to calm down.
"Please sit down. Everyone."
Goku blinked confusedly, but grabbed ChiChi's arm gently so they could both sit. Goten, just leaned against the counter,
dreading what was about to be said.
Gohan ignored him. He looked at his parents and smiled at them sadly. "You are not going to like what you are about
to hear, and I'm sorry for that. But I'm going to ask you now, that you think about me and what will make me most happy
and know that regardless of whether you wish me well or not, I'm going to do this."
They looked at him not comprehending. He sighed. He stood aside so that they both could see Trunks as well. He then
turned to Trunks and gently grabbed him by his upper arm, coaxing him further into the room. Then he stood next to
him, their arms touching.
Goku blinked, but this time didn't look puzzled. He knew what Gohan was going to say before it was said. ChiChi,
even if some part of her did sense what was coming, would not have allowed herself to acknowledge the thought - it
was going to have to be said.
Gohan, sensing that this really needed to be directed at his Mom, faced her and gave her a sad smile. "Mom, I broke
up with Videl."
ChiChi gasped. "Why?!"
"I don't love her, Mom. I'm sorry."
ChiChi started to cry. "I don't understand it. You were going to be married in less than a year. Please don't tell
me this is happening." She looked imploringly at her husband. Goku sadly regarded ChiChi.
"ChiChi, please listen to what Gohan has to say."
ChiChi swung her head around with a "there's more!?" look to it.
"Mom, please understand. I never wanted to hurt anyone. Neither did Trunks."
ChiChi looked at Trunks uncomprehending. Trunks just stared at the floor again.
"Mom.. Trunks.. and I.. we love each other."
ChiChi just blinked at them. Part of her tried to tell herself, well, of course they did! They were good friends,
but then she just looked down, knowing what he really meant by what he said.
Everyone stayed silent.
"Mom?"
In a small voice, "What do you want me to say, Gohan?"
"I want you to say that you will be happy for me."
She looked up at him, her big black eyes moist. She then looked at Trunks.
Then Gohan grabbed Trunks' hand in his own.
ChiChi stared at their clasped hands, and sighed, tears in her voice.
"Then, I wish you happiness." ChiChi just looked down at her lap, her cheeks blushing.
Goku smiled at her. Then he got up and squeezed Gohan's shoulder, giving him an "it's going to be ok look." Then he
stepped over to Trunks and ruffled his hair. Trunks looked up, a little annoyed and Gohan, relief in his voice, just
laughed. Then Goku laughed as well.
"Well, I guess I'm not going to have a big wedding to go to." She sounded sorry for herself. Gohan came over to her
and then hugged her. She hugged him back, patting him on his back.
She pushed him away. "Well, your food is getting cold. She got up and started to fidget.
"Trunks? Do you want vegetables? I know you are a bit fussy about them?"
* * *
After dinner, Trunks and Gohan went upstairs. Gohan wanted a moment alone to speak with Goten, but he had to admit
that his younger brother just looked beat. From what little conversation they could get out of him during dinner,
he too had a pretty rough day at school due to the picture. They talked in code to keep ChiChi out of the loop -
they didn't want to add to the worry frown playing at her eyebrows by saying they were already being harassed for
being together.
Once inside Gohan's room, Trunks grabbed at Gohan's clothing, undoing it all frantically. Once Gohan was naked, he
too stripped and kissed Gohan long and lingeringly, pressing and rubbing gently against Gohan. Gohan's arousal was
at its peak in just a few minutes and Trunks pulled him over to his computer chair. He made Gohan sit, and then
using Gohan's desk to hold on to, he lowered himself, with Gohan's guidance, onto him. Trunks rose up and down,
moaning quietly, his face angelic.
Gohan gently held Trunks by the hips, feeling such pleasure in his body as Trunks rose up and down. Gohan stared at
a light colored mole on Trunks' back. He occassionaly traced the dimples of Trunks' pelvis lovingly. Gohan came
before Trunks did, and when these delicious sensations subsided, he just held Trunks in his lap, reaching around
to finish him off. Trunks, mouth wide open, moaned sweetly, head thrown back. His lavender hair tickled Gohan's
shoulder. Gohan's other had cradled Trunks, hand lightly applied to Trunks' chest. He soon felt hot liquid spill
all over his hand and Trunks shuddered.
Gohan then kissed Trunks for a while, holding the younger man in his lap.
* * *
Gohan opened his eyes and just stared at Trunks' sleeping face. He felt so blessed.
The young man sensed Gohan's look and opened his eyes sleepily. He then smiled, the most radiant, beautiful, dimple
filled smile he had given Gohan yet.
He didn't know if he would be able to contain himself.
"Hey Babe." He said sleepily.
Gohan smiled shyly at him, the smile that melted Trunks' insides every time.
Gohan made a "sorry" face. "I guess your father is next on the list, huh?"
Trunks couldn't help looking scared.
DON'T WORRY, THERE'S STILL MORE TO COME...
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 7
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime
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 : m/m sex, graphic sex, a lot of violence in this one.
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.
Trunks roared.
Gohan, barely getting a chance to form a protective stance, watched in horror as Trunks flew at
him with murder in his eyes, screaming like a madman.
He braced against the crazed younger man, sliding, but then he shoved back at Trunks, calling forth
something deep within him and the young man flew.
Trunk stopped in mid air, gnashing his teeth and flew at Gohan again.
Gohan sent a blast to the ground forcing himself high in the air. Trunks, to his dismay, was going
to hit the house and probably crash into his kitchen.
No, the man stopped just in time. And Gohan breathed a sigh of relief. But then he had to brace himself
for another attack as Trunks leaped up after him, hellbent on ripping Gohan to shreds.
Gohan bracing himself, met blow after blow, but never hit Trunks back. He hoped he could continue to block
all of Trunks' hits, causing him to tire so that he could stop this murderous rampage.
As Gohan fought, his heart was ripping within him at the look of complete hatred in his lover's eyes. Trunks,
trying to find a way to inflict pain, and getting blocked and blocked again, finally grabbed one blocking arm,
spinning around and hurtling a surprised Gohan to the earth. Trunks, closely followed and when Gohan hit the
earth, Trunks barreled into Gohan head first, brutally winding him. Trunks took this opportunity to rain horrific
punches to Gohan's face.
Gohan, tried to hold onto Trunks' arms, but he was pinned by Trunks knees and the boy was raving mad, unable to
contain. Gohan, trying a different tack, swung his legs up from behind Trunks, pinned his neck between his
ankles and slammed Trunks' head onto the ground, hoping to stun him. Trunks, hit, still managed to somersault away.
They faced off again. Trunks still continued to gnash his teeth, staring at Gohan with every drop of anger he
could find in himself.
Gohan, in defensive stance, bleeding from nose, mouth and the side of one eye, tried to talk some sense into the
younger man.
'Trunks! Stop it. Talk to me."
"FUCK YOU!!!" With that, Trunks flew at him again, and Gohan, feeling he had no other choice, landed a timed blow
sending Trunks flying about 30 feet and forcing him to land hard. Gohan, horrified that he hit him as hard as he
did, flew over to him to see if he was all right. The second his body was over Trunks', Trunks hit him with an
energy blast. Gohan flew up about 20 feet and landed about 15 feet away from Trunks in a heap.
Gohan felt the power behind that energy blast and knew the only reason he was even alive was because he was the much
stronger of the two. He just lay there, not even trying to get up.
Trunks wanted him dead.
And if Trunks wanted him dead, then he wanted to die. So he didn't even try to stop Trunks as the younger man landed
on his chest and then rained more hatred all over his face.
He screamed like a mad man, his eyes rolling back into his head, and lifted an energy blast up into the sky to build
it to its maximum force so that bringing it back down, he could, once and for all, end Gohan's life.
* * *
Bulma took the old photo out of her dresser drawer and sat on her bed to stare at it. It was the picture that the
other Trunks, a boy she loved as her own, had given her. It was a picture from his own time - a picture taken of
him and his Gohan.
And she could see it. It stared her in her face.
She didn't know if they too had been lovers, but she didn't doubt that if given the chance that they had deserved,
they too would have been.
She looked up, her eyes misting at the memory of the beautiful boy that had come into her life for such a brief time.
Vegeta regarded her from the doorway. When he spoke, he startled her.
"I don't know why you continue to torture yourself with that picture."
She got up quickly and returned it to it's home in her dresser. Vegeta walked into the room and stared out the window.
"So, how was Trunks this morning?"
It did not escape Vegeta that the house was very subdued when he returned late last night from his gravity room.
Bulma and Bra had retired early, the mother worried about her son and the younger girl racked with guilt. As Vegeta
came up the stairs the unmistakable sound of his son crying in the guest room greeted him.
He never asked what had happened.
He didn't want to know, but had the sinking feeling he'd find out soon enough.
* * *
Trunks gathered a blast to kill Gohan, looking at him with mad rage, and was about to rain it down on the Saiyan man
laying underneath him, who was not even trying to prevent his own death. At the last moment, Trunks shot the blast
out, hitting a couple of trees about 50 feet away.
He then collapsed on Gohan, panting. And when he got enough air in his lungs, his pants turned to hopeless sobs.
He ran his hands through Gohan's hair and just cried, his face buried in the earth, a half inch from Gohan's ear.
Gohan felt all the pain coming out of that body, and just let Trunks cry. He was so spent, that he could do nothing else.
After a time, Trunks, still wailing, ringing his hands through the older man's hair, his body racked with the sobs
he could not contain, suddenly rose in the air, as Gohan finally gathered enough strength to pick the both of them up.
When Gohan was back on his feet, he tossed Trunks up in the air so he could land the right way to be cradled in his arms.
He then walked into the house.
He carried Trunks up the stairs and into his room to lay him down on his bed. Trunks never stopped crying.
He sat on the bed next to the weeping Saiyan, and removed his shoes. He then pulled down Trunks' jeans and undid
the front of his shirt. Trunks cries started to subside, just mere whimpers, as he was lifted slightly so that Gohan
could gently remove it. He then pulled down Trunks' boxers and stood above Trunks so he could start to remove his own
clothes. He moved carefully, his injuries still bleeding and painful.
Once nude, he got on the bed and grabbed Trunks gently by the legs, lifting them up onto his own shoulders. He massaged
Trunks' anus, using a little spittle on his hand, and the younger man, no longer crying, held his breath hoping for
this to start, wanting to feel Gohan make love to him again.
Gohan gently pushed himself into Trunks and just remained there, looking sadly at the young man. Trunks, swooned from
the feeling, tears from his earlier crying still staining his dirty and bloodied face. Trunks grabbed himself, stroking,
wishing Gohan would start to move inside him, but not daring to say anything, completely unable to speak. Gohan,
watching Trunks touch himself, feeling sweat start to break out all over his body at the sight and the feel of being
inside Trunk, started to move slowly.
Trunks moaned, arching his neck back, threatening to cum any moment.
Gohan, blood running down his face, arched his head back, enjoying the sensation as Trunks squeezed him from within.
They made love for maybe just five minutes, before both came. Gohan, exhausted and in pain, pushed off of Trunks,
landing on his back next to him in the cramped bed.
Trunks, feeling naked, felt tears rise to the surface again.
What did all of this mean?
Trunks thought that Gohan had wanted to end things, and then he tenderly makes love to him. He was confused and tired
and still felt empty inside. Trunks sobbed and threw himself onto Gohan's chest, clinging to him, actually digging his
fingernails in the tender flesh of Gohan's torso.
Gohan just lay there feeling the desperation and the pain pour out of Trunks. After a time, he brought a gentle hand
to the back of Trunks' wet hair, massaging his head to soothe away the hurt.
Trunks feeling the tenderness of that touch, raised himself to look into Gohan's face, fat tears spilling out of his
grey eyes.
Gohan was a mess. He was covered in caking blood and his skin was paler than usual. He was actually very injured,
but Gohan didn't really care.
"Trunks? Why won't you let me speak to you?"
"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT YOU'RE LEAVING!!!" he wailed.
"I'm not."
Trunks cried, so pained that even hearing what he wanted to hear, he could not bring himself to believe it. Gohan
wiped at some tears with his thumb, the rest of his hand cupping Trunks' miserable face.
"I'd never leave you, Trunks."
Trunks choked a bit, but his eyes, straining past tears that somehow couldn't stop, started to look hopeful.
"I love you Trunks. I want to be with you for the rest of my life."
Trunks stopped crying. He looked at Gohan, not daring to breath. Gohan looked above Trunks' eyes, stroking his hair
out of them and then just regarded the whole, beautiful face.
"I mean it Trunks. I broke up with Videl. I will never see her again. And I'm sorry I hurt you."
Trunks grabbed Gohan and clung to him like a desperate, drowning man. The pain of loving Gohan, stealing his breath
and strength.
"Please don't ever leave me Gohan!"
"I won't. Never."
Gohan gently caressed Trunks' back and held him.
Trunks, leaning on his elbows looked at the mess he made of poor Gohan's face and started to cry even more. Gohan
chuckled, looking at the young man lovingly.
"I'll be fine. I just won't look very good for a few days. Remind me to not get you mad ever again when we live
together."
The first hint of a smile lit on the younger man's face. He was almost afraid to dare to hope. He hugged Gohan,
a desperate and clingy hug, but Gohan liked it. It was reassurance that he was doing the right thing.
They held each other for a time and then fell asleep, entwined in each other's arms.
* * *
The sound of a constant tapping awoke the beautiful young man. A soft light came from behind him and he turned over,
blinking.
Gohan, hearing Trunks stir, turned around to look at him from where he sat at his computer.
Trunks winced at the sight of the injured face.
Gohan smiled. "Hey."
"Hey," Trunks said in a quiet voice. It was dark outside and the only light in the room was from Gohan's small desk
lamp and the computer screen. The light was golden on his skin. Despite his injuries, he looked agonizingly good to
Trunks, sitting there barefoot in jeans and an open shirt.
Gohan got up and sat on the edge of the bed, caressing Trunks through the sheet that covered him. Trunks sat up and
wrapped his arms around Gohan, kissing him passionately. The message was clear.
"Trunks, my parents are home. So's Goten."
Trunks looked at the door as if it would open any moment.
"They know I'm working so they are leaving me alone." He smiled with closed lips, rubbing Trunks' bare arms. Trunks,
his hands inside Gohan's shirt, climbed up so he could feel Gohan's shoulders.
Trunks' whispered, "please, we can do it quietly."
Gohan shook his head. "I'm going to tell them tonight."
Trunks looked stunned.
"I can't keep secrets anymore, Trunks. Dinner will be ready soon and my Mom will call me down, or come up and knock
on the door. She'll be horrified by my face. I'm going to need to say something and I just don't have the energy
to lie. I need you to get dressed. I want you with me when I tell them." He looked at Trunks openly. "Can you do
that for me?"
"Yes Gohan," Trunks said with a small voice. He hugged Gohan again, desperately not wanting to have to let go.
Gohan gave him a squeeze and then smiled at him reassuringly up close. He then kissed Trunks tenderly once. He
got up, brushing his hair back, buttoning his shirt.
Trunks was handed his clothing and started to dress on shaking legs. Gohan, tucking in his shirt slipped on some
shoes while standing. Gohan obviously knew his mom's ways very well, because within a minute, he heard her calling
him down to dinner. Trunks jumped, his pants just on, but not yet zipped. Gohan smiled reassuringly at Trunks and
then called out, "be right there, Mom."
* * *
Gohan walked towards the lit kitchen where he could already hear both Goten and Goku stuffing food greedily into their
mouths. He heard ChiChi giggle at some look Goku must have made, the distinctive sound of her ladling rice into a
bowl for Gohan.
Gohan walked into the kitchen, with a very guilty looking Trunks right behind him.
Goku, seeing his son's injured face, swallowed what was in his mouth to speak, but Goten beat him to it with a "fuck!"
"Goten!" Chichi spun around to reprimand her youngest but the face of her oldest just made her scream instead.
"GOHAN!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!"
Both Goku and Goten stood, the elder looking at his son with the same concern felt by the mother, the younger with
a knowing look at the lavender headed man standing in the doorway.
"Mom, I'm ok. It will heal."
"But your face! You haven't even put any bandages on."
"MOM, I'm all right." He smiled shyly at his father. Goku smiled, then noticed poor Trunks standing back and saw
that he was injured too.
"Obviously you boys were attacked. What happened?" Goku asked looking ready to rush out to take care of who ever it
was that had hurt them.
In a quiet voice, Trunks said, "I did it. I'm sorry."
They looked at Trunks, their mouth's agape.
Trunks looked down at the floor.
Gohan, backed up a step, looking protective, at least to Goten, who knew what this was all about.
Goku, sensing ChiChi's anger building, tried to get Trunks' attention to give him a warning look. He wasn't successful.
ChiChi, anger building to a crescendo, "how dare you hit my baby?!!!"
Trunks, eyes starting to tear, started to reply futilely that he was sorry again, but Gohan interrupted, "Mom, please.
Leave him alone."
ChiChi wasn't listening, but starting to advance on Trunks instead. "HOW DARE YOU HI...."
Gohan got in front of her and grabbed her by her wrists. ChiChi looked up and was startled by the angry look on his face.
"Mom, please listen to me." He let go of ChiChi, and she made an effort to calm down.
"Please sit down. Everyone."
Goku blinked confusedly, but grabbed ChiChi's arm gently so they could both sit. Goten, just leaned against the counter,
dreading what was about to be said.
Gohan ignored him. He looked at his parents and smiled at them sadly. "You are not going to like what you are about
to hear, and I'm sorry for that. But I'm going to ask you now, that you think about me and what will make me most happy
and know that regardless of whether you wish me well or not, I'm going to do this."
They looked at him not comprehending. He sighed. He stood aside so that they both could see Trunks as well. He then
turned to Trunks and gently grabbed him by his upper arm, coaxing him further into the room. Then he stood next to
him, their arms touching.
Goku blinked, but this time didn't look puzzled. He knew what Gohan was going to say before it was said. ChiChi,
even if some part of her did sense what was coming, would not have allowed herself to acknowledge the thought - it
was going to have to be said.
Gohan, sensing that this really needed to be directed at his Mom, faced her and gave her a sad smile. "Mom, I broke
up with Videl."
ChiChi gasped. "Why?!"
"I don't love her, Mom. I'm sorry."
ChiChi started to cry. "I don't understand it. You were going to be married in less than a year. Please don't tell
me this is happening." She looked imploringly at her husband. Goku sadly regarded ChiChi.
"ChiChi, please listen to what Gohan has to say."
ChiChi swung her head around with a "there's more!?" look to it.
"Mom, please understand. I never wanted to hurt anyone. Neither did Trunks."
ChiChi looked at Trunks uncomprehending. Trunks just stared at the floor again.
"Mom.. Trunks.. and I.. we love each other."
ChiChi just blinked at them. Part of her tried to tell herself, well, of course they did! They were good friends,
but then she just looked down, knowing what he really meant by what he said.
Everyone stayed silent.
"Mom?"
In a small voice, "What do you want me to say, Gohan?"
"I want you to say that you will be happy for me."
She looked up at him, her big black eyes moist. She then looked at Trunks.
Then Gohan grabbed Trunks' hand in his own.
ChiChi stared at their clasped hands, and sighed, tears in her voice.
"Then, I wish you happiness." ChiChi just looked down at her lap, her cheeks blushing.
Goku smiled at her. Then he got up and squeezed Gohan's shoulder, giving him an "it's going to be ok look." Then he
stepped over to Trunks and ruffled his hair. Trunks looked up, a little annoyed and Gohan, relief in his voice, just
laughed. Then Goku laughed as well.
"Well, I guess I'm not going to have a big wedding to go to." She sounded sorry for herself. Gohan came over to her
and then hugged her. She hugged him back, patting him on his back.
She pushed him away. "Well, your food is getting cold. She got up and started to fidget.
"Trunks? Do you want vegetables? I know you are a bit fussy about them?"
* * *
After dinner, Trunks and Gohan went upstairs. Gohan wanted a moment alone to speak with Goten, but he had to admit
that his younger brother just looked beat. From what little conversation they could get out of him during dinner,
he too had a pretty rough day at school due to the picture. They talked in code to keep ChiChi out of the loop -
they didn't want to add to the worry frown playing at her eyebrows by saying they were already being harassed for
being together.
Once inside Gohan's room, Trunks grabbed at Gohan's clothing, undoing it all frantically. Once Gohan was naked, he
too stripped and kissed Gohan long and lingeringly, pressing and rubbing gently against Gohan. Gohan's arousal was
at its peak in just a few minutes and Trunks pulled him over to his computer chair. He made Gohan sit, and then
using Gohan's desk to hold on to, he lowered himself, with Gohan's guidance, onto him. Trunks rose up and down,
moaning quietly, his face angelic.
Gohan gently held Trunks by the hips, feeling such pleasure in his body as Trunks rose up and down. Gohan stared at
a light colored mole on Trunks' back. He occassionaly traced the dimples of Trunks' pelvis lovingly. Gohan came
before Trunks did, and when these delicious sensations subsided, he just held Trunks in his lap, reaching around
to finish him off. Trunks, mouth wide open, moaned sweetly, head thrown back. His lavender hair tickled Gohan's
shoulder. Gohan's other had cradled Trunks, hand lightly applied to Trunks' chest. He soon felt hot liquid spill
all over his hand and Trunks shuddered.
Gohan then kissed Trunks for a while, holding the younger man in his lap.
* * *
Gohan opened his eyes and just stared at Trunks' sleeping face. He felt so blessed.
The young man sensed Gohan's look and opened his eyes sleepily. He then smiled, the most radiant, beautiful, dimple
filled smile he had given Gohan yet.
He didn't know if he would be able to contain himself.
"Hey Babe." He said sleepily.
Gohan smiled shyly at him, the smile that melted Trunks' insides every time.
Gohan made a "sorry" face. "I guess your father is next on the list, huh?"
Trunks couldn't help looking scared.
DON'T WORRY, THERE'S STILL MORE TO COME...