Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Learning New Things ❯ Chapter 8
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By: dharmaserenity 
Well Goku and Chichi know and they are fine with it! But now, they have to tell VEGETA!
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: 699 | Status: Completed
Well Goku and Chichi know and they are fine with it! But now, they have to tell VEGETA!
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: 699 | Status: Completed
LEARNING NEW THINGS, Part 8
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 8
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, the first hints of s/m
Also, a little comedy.
Answer to Challenge #16
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) Gohan starts to be a little dominant
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 little s/m.
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.
"Don't worry, Trunks." Gohan looked at him tenderly, caressing Trunks's chest under the covers.
"I'll be with you when you tell him."
Trunks closed his eyes, enjoying the tender touch. He rolled onto his back to break the contact. He was
going to do this.
"Gohan, I want to talk. We need to iron out a lot of stuff. And I'm not going to wait to talk about this
anymore."
Gohan smiled at him, propping his head up with bent elbow, resting his face in his palm. "Ok."
Trunks' eyes turned to look at Gohan. He tried to ignore the fresh sleepy look, the thick black hair standing out
in all directions in such a tasty way, and the poor bruises and cuts. Gohan's left eye, completely closed shut from
the swelling and a brutal shade of eggplant, kept wincing slightly - Gohan had to keep adjusting his face propped up
in the palm of his hand because it was all so tender. Trunks stared at the ceiling - it would be easier to
concentrate on what he was saying instead.
Gohan saw the younger man trying and just wanted to gather him in his arms, snuggling in that sweet smelling neck and
feeling that silky skin rub all over his own body. But he knew Trunks was right - they had a lot to talk about. The
future.
"I don't think I'm going to school today." Gohan only had a brief idea of what happened the day before, but he knew it
had to do with the pictures Bra had taken somehow getting into the wrong hands and used against Trunks and Goten somehow.
Both younger men actually, without speaking, communicated between themselves the night before that they would keep the
dirtier details from Gohan. He had an exam today, and one at the end of this week. His last would be the following week.
He had more important things to worry about and Trunks, with Gohan's love behind him, felt he could handle it all now.
"Maybe that's a good idea. If you want, you can stay here. I know, it is not the most exciting place, but.." Trunks
smiled at Gohan tenderly. Actually, the chance to snoop through all of Gohan's personal possessions was quite an
intriguing idea to him. But he dreaded the idea of puttering around up here with Gohan's Mom downstairs.
"I don't know. I'll think about it. I've got some things I need to do, though. I want to call the school and place
a formal complaint. I think they'd have to realize that I have a legitimate issue with what happened yesterday. I
know they probably will never find out who was responsible, but I think I know who it was and at least if I place a
formal complaint, I've started a record of this sort of thing. Plus, I can get the day off without an absence mark
against me."
Gohan looked at Trunks sadly, wishing that he didn't have to face any of this. Trunks smiled. "Don't worry Gohan.
Goten and I only have 2 more weeks of that place and its over. Besides, last night when you were in the bathroom,
I checked my messages and I got an interesting call. Oh, by the way, Cassandra and Alexis both think we are sick and
twisted and said more, but I won't bruise your pretty little ears with such foul language, but the other call - it was
from the head of the Gay and Lesbian support group at the school. They said I could just talk if I wanted to. They
would be willing to help me out with my complaint to the school and they've offered any help they could give in just
being there for me, and you. I think I'm going to call them."
Gohan squeezed Trunks shoulder. "I think that's a great idea, Trunks. I'd like to know what they think. And I'd like
to talk with them with you, if you want."
Trunks gave him a sweet smile. "Thanks Gohan."
And then, a shy look came over Trunks face. "And, I'd like, to.. umm, well, start looking at places for us. I could get
us a place even today. We could even be in it before your final exam and well..."
Trunks looked at Gohan hopefully. Gohan smiled at the sweet face. "I'd like that, Trunks. But you know, I don't work
right now."
Trunks smiled devilishly. "I could be your sugar daddy." He laughed at the funny face Gohan gave him. Then a little
seriously (there was still a mischievous glint in his eye), "My Mom and Dad would help us, I'm sure. I'm going to take
over Castle Corp after I've graduated from University, but I will be working there part time before then anyway. We
could even stay at the Headquarters apartments, since they aren't in use now. I'm sure that would be OK, unless you'd
just rather have something that is our own."
Gohan lay on his back, thinking. Trunks crawled over and lay his head on Gohan's chest. "I know you have been already
interviewing with the University and that they are considering you - you look like you will get a teaching job as early
as fall, so.. waiting doesn't really seem necessary." He said this hopefully, trying to convince Gohan.
When Gohan said nothing for a bit, just scratched lazily at the thick head of hair lying on his chest, Trunks said, "well,
what do you think?"
Gohan used the same hand to caress Trunks shoulder. "I think it's a good idea."
Trunks sat up, the blanket falling off of him giving an enticing glimpse at his genitals. Gohan felt himself go stiff
with aching need. Trunks smiled down at him.
"So, if I make all the arrangements today, we could even sleep in our own place tonight. Do you want that?"
"Yes."
Gohan looked at Trunks, the look in his eyes unmistakable. He too sat up and pushed Trunks down with a kiss. Trunks
wrapped his arms and legs around the strong torso. Gohan's kisses were rough, his need playful but urgent. He grabbed
Trunks' arms and held them above his head, enjoying the musky scent coming from the younger man. He bit at one of Trunks
nipples and Trunks cried out. Gohan stopped instantly.
"I guess it really is a great idea to get our own place." He smiled down at Trunks, an impish grin lighting his black
eyes. Trunks rubbed up against him trying to get Gohan to resume what he had been doing.
Gohan said, "just try to be quiet." He then trailed hot kisses down Trunks, and grabbed the other's penis, taking it in
further than he had dared to before. His training had taught him control all the years of his life, so he controlled
the gag reflex and took Trunks completely in. The new sensation brought instant results as Trunks shot right into Gohan's
mouth and throat. Trunks grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, shuddering. Gohan, swallowing the young man's seed,
then lay behind him, spooning him. With one strong arm he pushed Trunks' leg up in front of him. Trunks grabbed his
knees and Gohan entered him. They were both getting used to how they had to relax their muscles and it was getting better
each time. They both felt such pleasure when they made love, no matter who was on the receiving end. When Gohan came,
he had been kissing Trunks' neck. At the point of climax, he bit him almost savagely, causing Trunks to cum all over the
bedding. Gohan soothed the pain away with loving kisses and licks.
Trunks breathed raggedly, and Gohan could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest where Gohan had his hand pressed.
In a seductive, husky voice, he whispered into Trunks' ear, "you liked that, huh?"
Trunks trembled, the idea of the promise of more. "Yes," he said, a hint of desperation in his voice.
Gohan had been a little shy about being more aggressive, but seeing Trunks' knee weakened reaction encouraged him. He let
his fingernails dig into Trunks pectoral muscle as he trailed his hand lazily down Trunks' chest. Trunks moaned loudly,
and Gohan knew he'd have to stop. It was quite clear that he wouldn't be able to contain himself if Gohan continued.
But in their new place...
Gohan looked over at the clock on his nightstand, and Trunks whimpered because he stopped touching him. Gohan saw that
he had to start getting ready, so he planted a wet kiss on Trunks' shoulder. Trunks turned over to look at him.
"I've got to get ready, Beloved."
Trunks nearly glowed at hearing the endearment. He placed his palm to Gohan's, entwining their fingers.
"I love you, Babe."
Gohan, made a groaning noise and then practically hurled himself off the bed, his genitals jiggling, causing Trunks to
chuckle. Gohan stood above Trunks on the bed and then rubbed his fingers through his hair rapidly. When he stopped,
his hair stood out all over the place and Trunks laughed at his silliness.
"I'm going to hop in the shower. You need the bathroom first?"
The look Trunks gave him was unmistakable.
"No. I'll never get out of here if you join me. No, I meant do you have to pee?"
"Awwwl right. Sheesh." Trunks got up, and trotted to the bathroom, giving Gohan a goofy grin."
* * *
Gohan showered and changed quickly, gave his beloved a sweet kiss, then a ceremonial peck on his cheek and left.
Trunks showered and got back into his clothing from yesterday.
He tidied up the bed and tossed Gohan's clothing in the hamper, then decided to brave the Son home.
He hadn't heard much noise in the hallway and wondered if Goten had also decided not to go in today. ChiChi seemed
to leave her younger son alone in a way she never left Gohan alone about school and such, so she didn't even bother
him if he felt like going in was something he just couldn't bring himself to do. Yes, it helped that Goten was also
an A student and didn't miss school often, but still, it was more freedom than Gohan ever had. Trunks knocked quietly
on Goten's door and heard a muffled, "huh?"
He opened the door and let himself in, smiling sheepishly at Goten. Goten said, "Oh," and then yawned open mouthed.
He then got up, rubbing his face to wake himself. He climbed out of bed, and Trunks felt compelled to look away,
Goten just in his boxers. Seeing the young man he considered his best friend and unable not to notice the striking
resemblance the young man bore to his older sibling, not only in face, but in body, made Trunks a little uncomfortable.
Goten noticed the look, and had to smirk, but turned his back to Trunks so he wouldn't see.
He pulled on his jeans and then looked out the window.
"So, you too, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm not in the mood for the shit."
"I'm going to file a complaint."
"That's cool. Maybe I will too."
Trunks looked at him sadly. "I guess it was rough, huh?"
Goten smiled at him sheepishly. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine."
"I'm going to get help from the Gay and Lesbian support group at the school. They called me and made that offer."
Goten nodded. "Sounds wise." He smiled at Trunks. Then his expression changed, a questioning look, but a tiny glint
of mischief in his eye. "Hey, Gohan and I look a lot alike. Does that mean you have the hots for me too?"
Goten got a sheet thrown over his head and was pummeled until he begged for mercy.
* * *
Trunks called Bulma and told her his plans for that day.
He stopped off at the Castle Corp residence to take a look around. He was changed into one of Goten's jeans and was
wearing the shirt that Gohan wore the night before, Gohan's smell still all over the garment.
Trunks took a look around and when he was looking out the big dome window, he heard his Mom say behind him, "well, I
guess you can do a lot with this room. Hey, aren't you guys supposed to be good at decorating?"
Trunks groaned. Were the stupid jokes ever going to end? Why did he get the sense that they were only beginning?
He turned around and gave his Mom an exasperated look. She just laughed.
She came up to him and gave him a hug.
"I'm happy for you, Trunks."
"I'm happy for me too, Mom."
"So, I guess you just need to tell your father now."
Trunks looked out the window, discomfort written all over him.
"I could talk to him first if you'd like?"
"No Mom, I should face him myself. With Gohan."
Bulma gave him a look that that might not be the best idea in the world. "Don't worry Mom, the way I hurt Gohan yesterday,
I think Vegeta'd only feel sorry for him."
Bulma looked at him quizzically and he explained what had happened when he first arrived at the Son home. She rubbed his
arm sympathetically.
She then noticed the little bite mark on the side of Trunks neck, but didn't comment on it. Instead she spun around,
throwing her arms out dramatically. "Trunks honey, it's all yours if you want it. Make it your home. I would rather
you take it than get another place. At least this way you'd be close to home and the place would be taken care of."
He smiled at her. "Ok Mom. I'd actually like to live here again. I've had so many good memories here and it has always
felt like home to me. Even though I like our new house, it is more... intimate, I guess."
She gave him a smile in agreement. Then, seriously, "so, are you telling Vegeta tonight? He may want to know why you are
moving out?"
"What's to move? I trashed everything, remember??" She gave him a look. "Ok, ok. I'll tell him tonight."
* * *
"Trunks I'm so sorry," Bra had tears in her eyes. "I never meant to hurt you."
"Hey, hey, it's ok. I know. And so does Gohan. Don't worry. It's all going to be ok." He smiled at her, wiping a tear
off her face. She smiled at him, looking embarrassed.
"So, Mom's a little nervous about tonight."
"She's nervous?!"
Bra laughed. "I guess Vegeta's going to have a memorable night." Trunks smirked at her. It was something they did every
now and then. Their father was always so gruff, but really a teddy bear with them that they often referred to him by his
given name when discussing him to sort of make fun of him in an endearing sort of way.
Bra smirked. "Is she nervous?"
"What?" Trunks at first thought she was referring to his Mom again, which didn't make sense, but her mischievous look
finally registered. "Oh, not you too!"
Bra laughed. "Well?"
"Of course HE is. Wouldn't you be?"
She laughed again.
* * *
Gohan returned home from his exam, feeling that it went very well. He had just two more and had done so much all year that
he wasn't even really worried about those too either. Then he would be free.
He called Trunks and they had lunch. By then Trunks had filed his complaint and met with the head of the Gay and Lesbian
support group. He was very reassuring and was really a cool guy. Trunks got along with him from the start and just felt
better about the whole thing yesterday.
Trunks and Gohan wanted to kiss but they felt a little intimidated out as a couple for the first time. Gohan smiled at
Trunks across the table and said, "well, I guess we just don't worry about it."
Trunks smiled and blushed. "I guess so." They didn't have to acknowledge that it was a little strange. However, they
were happy to be out and with each other and that was all that mattered.
Trunks told him about his plan for the old residence at Castle Corp and Gohan smiled. He had his new furniture, which was
supposed to arrive today anyway, rerouted to the new apartment instead. Gohan couldn't wait for them to be alone together,
in their new bed, in their new place. It showed and Trunks had to look away, his face flushed. Gohan laughed.
"Sorry."
Trunks met his eyes with lust and said, in a husky voice, "don't be." It was Gohan's turn to go red.
The poor man still looked a fright with his injuries. He got many looks from people in the restaurant.
But some of the looks were lingering on the pair for other reasons.
One man sat in a white shirt, opened at the collar and a faded pair of jeans. The clothing highlighted the tanned color
of his skin and the light color of his eyes. His hair color set him apart from everyone else in the room. The other
man was wearing a black button down shirt and jeans. His hair was gelled and the dark shirt and the darkness of his eyes,
plus the injuries to his face, gave him a dangerous quality that just made people stare.
Especially the women.
And one pair of men at another table. Trunks and Gohan looked at this other pair, who raised their wine glasses in a sort
of toast at them.
They almost couldn't contain their urge to crack up.
The men looked at them and smiled, hoping they could see the offer evident on their faces.
Both young men turned bright crimson.
* * *
Vegeta was fresh from his shower, standing in the living room, looking at his son and Gohan. He hadn't said a thing for a
full two minutes.
Trunks looked at his father bravely. When he had spoken, his voice had been steady and clear.
Bulma sat there, looking at her husband.
Vegeta, finally, laughed/scoffed.
Trunks and Gohan squeezed each other's hand tightly.
Vegeta saw this solidarity and scoffed again.
He then turned his back to them.
"So, my son loves the Baka, son of a clown."
Gohan, a dangerous light in his eye, said, "leave my father out of this, Vegeta."
Vegeta just "hmpfd." He then turned one eye their way. "Go and hump yourselves silly. See if I care."
Trunks felt despair at his father's reaction. He didn't think Vegeta would be ecstatic, but he didn't like his insulting
manner.
Vegeta saw the sadness on his son's face. "What, you'd think this'd make me happy? You think that having the son of that
idiot a part of my family's life forever pleases me? If we were on Vegeta, you'd be crown prince. Instead you are
hopping in bed with a low class..."
"Stop it. You've said enough!"
"Oh, I haven't even begun."
Both men looked bitterly away from him.
"Look at you. Son." Son was said with scorn. "You prance around, your pretty hair and eyes, like some girl. You have
the world handed to you. You don't even train at all anymore. Thank God for the evidence that you haven't lost all of
your skills.." this was said regarding Gohan's injuries, "but no, you are a spoiled, poor excuse for a Saiyan. You are
not worthy of the royal bloodline. You.."
"SHUT UP!"
Trunks roared at his father, silencing him. Everyone in the room looked nervous, the danger in Trunks' eyes evident.
"I will not have you talk to me or Gohan like that. You either accept us or you don't. But shut up about it if you don't!"
Vegeta turned stubbornly away. In a sneering voice, "so, are you going to move to a new home? Shall I bake you a cake?
Or do you need a toaster?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Tell me, who's the man in the relationship? Why do I think it is that one over there? He probably makes you wear makeup
and dresses."
"SHUT UP!!!"
And Vegeta, getting angry, whirled around, scaring the hell out of everyone. "YOU SHUT UP!"
Then he stopped. He raged, actually looking close to tears, then turned around again.
"Do what you want. I'll not try to stop you." He said this resignedly, surprising everyone by the sudden change in his
demeanor. He then sighed heavily.
"WHY, WHY MUST I ALWAYS BE PLAGUED BY THAT CLOWN?!!!!"
Then he surprised everyone by laughing. Really laughing.
He turned around, and then closed his eyes, crossing his arms. His head was slightly turned to the side. "Don't worry
Trunks. I don't hate either of you. In fact, I really don't care. You want to be with him - knock yourself out."
Then he looked crazed. "But don't you dare kiss him in front of me!"
He then turned and walked away, "hmfing," again.
Trunks and Gohan just looked confused.
Bulma just laughed at them.
"That's pretty much how he courted me. Just feel good about it."
They looked at her like a pair of idiots.
* * *
Trunks and Gohan entered their new house, still looking a little perplexed by Vegeta's reaction. Was it good or bad?
They weren't quite sure. Most of it seemed bad, but then he seemed to give in. They still didn't know, and Trunks
lived with the man all of his life!
But now he lived with a different man.
Gohan and Trunks just looked at each other, and smiled.
WELL, I BET YOU THINK THIS IS FINISHED. WELL, IT ISN'T. LOL STAY TUNED FOR MORE. :)
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 8
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, the first hints of s/m
Also, a little comedy.
Answer to Challenge #16
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) Gohan starts to be a little dominant
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 little s/m.
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.
"Don't worry, Trunks." Gohan looked at him tenderly, caressing Trunks's chest under the covers.
"I'll be with you when you tell him."
Trunks closed his eyes, enjoying the tender touch. He rolled onto his back to break the contact. He was
going to do this.
"Gohan, I want to talk. We need to iron out a lot of stuff. And I'm not going to wait to talk about this
anymore."
Gohan smiled at him, propping his head up with bent elbow, resting his face in his palm. "Ok."
Trunks' eyes turned to look at Gohan. He tried to ignore the fresh sleepy look, the thick black hair standing out
in all directions in such a tasty way, and the poor bruises and cuts. Gohan's left eye, completely closed shut from
the swelling and a brutal shade of eggplant, kept wincing slightly - Gohan had to keep adjusting his face propped up
in the palm of his hand because it was all so tender. Trunks stared at the ceiling - it would be easier to
concentrate on what he was saying instead.
Gohan saw the younger man trying and just wanted to gather him in his arms, snuggling in that sweet smelling neck and
feeling that silky skin rub all over his own body. But he knew Trunks was right - they had a lot to talk about. The
future.
"I don't think I'm going to school today." Gohan only had a brief idea of what happened the day before, but he knew it
had to do with the pictures Bra had taken somehow getting into the wrong hands and used against Trunks and Goten somehow.
Both younger men actually, without speaking, communicated between themselves the night before that they would keep the
dirtier details from Gohan. He had an exam today, and one at the end of this week. His last would be the following week.
He had more important things to worry about and Trunks, with Gohan's love behind him, felt he could handle it all now.
"Maybe that's a good idea. If you want, you can stay here. I know, it is not the most exciting place, but.." Trunks
smiled at Gohan tenderly. Actually, the chance to snoop through all of Gohan's personal possessions was quite an
intriguing idea to him. But he dreaded the idea of puttering around up here with Gohan's Mom downstairs.
"I don't know. I'll think about it. I've got some things I need to do, though. I want to call the school and place
a formal complaint. I think they'd have to realize that I have a legitimate issue with what happened yesterday. I
know they probably will never find out who was responsible, but I think I know who it was and at least if I place a
formal complaint, I've started a record of this sort of thing. Plus, I can get the day off without an absence mark
against me."
Gohan looked at Trunks sadly, wishing that he didn't have to face any of this. Trunks smiled. "Don't worry Gohan.
Goten and I only have 2 more weeks of that place and its over. Besides, last night when you were in the bathroom,
I checked my messages and I got an interesting call. Oh, by the way, Cassandra and Alexis both think we are sick and
twisted and said more, but I won't bruise your pretty little ears with such foul language, but the other call - it was
from the head of the Gay and Lesbian support group at the school. They said I could just talk if I wanted to. They
would be willing to help me out with my complaint to the school and they've offered any help they could give in just
being there for me, and you. I think I'm going to call them."
Gohan squeezed Trunks shoulder. "I think that's a great idea, Trunks. I'd like to know what they think. And I'd like
to talk with them with you, if you want."
Trunks gave him a sweet smile. "Thanks Gohan."
And then, a shy look came over Trunks face. "And, I'd like, to.. umm, well, start looking at places for us. I could get
us a place even today. We could even be in it before your final exam and well..."
Trunks looked at Gohan hopefully. Gohan smiled at the sweet face. "I'd like that, Trunks. But you know, I don't work
right now."
Trunks smiled devilishly. "I could be your sugar daddy." He laughed at the funny face Gohan gave him. Then a little
seriously (there was still a mischievous glint in his eye), "My Mom and Dad would help us, I'm sure. I'm going to take
over Castle Corp after I've graduated from University, but I will be working there part time before then anyway. We
could even stay at the Headquarters apartments, since they aren't in use now. I'm sure that would be OK, unless you'd
just rather have something that is our own."
Gohan lay on his back, thinking. Trunks crawled over and lay his head on Gohan's chest. "I know you have been already
interviewing with the University and that they are considering you - you look like you will get a teaching job as early
as fall, so.. waiting doesn't really seem necessary." He said this hopefully, trying to convince Gohan.
When Gohan said nothing for a bit, just scratched lazily at the thick head of hair lying on his chest, Trunks said, "well,
what do you think?"
Gohan used the same hand to caress Trunks shoulder. "I think it's a good idea."
Trunks sat up, the blanket falling off of him giving an enticing glimpse at his genitals. Gohan felt himself go stiff
with aching need. Trunks smiled down at him.
"So, if I make all the arrangements today, we could even sleep in our own place tonight. Do you want that?"
"Yes."
Gohan looked at Trunks, the look in his eyes unmistakable. He too sat up and pushed Trunks down with a kiss. Trunks
wrapped his arms and legs around the strong torso. Gohan's kisses were rough, his need playful but urgent. He grabbed
Trunks' arms and held them above his head, enjoying the musky scent coming from the younger man. He bit at one of Trunks
nipples and Trunks cried out. Gohan stopped instantly.
"I guess it really is a great idea to get our own place." He smiled down at Trunks, an impish grin lighting his black
eyes. Trunks rubbed up against him trying to get Gohan to resume what he had been doing.
Gohan said, "just try to be quiet." He then trailed hot kisses down Trunks, and grabbed the other's penis, taking it in
further than he had dared to before. His training had taught him control all the years of his life, so he controlled
the gag reflex and took Trunks completely in. The new sensation brought instant results as Trunks shot right into Gohan's
mouth and throat. Trunks grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, shuddering. Gohan, swallowing the young man's seed,
then lay behind him, spooning him. With one strong arm he pushed Trunks' leg up in front of him. Trunks grabbed his
knees and Gohan entered him. They were both getting used to how they had to relax their muscles and it was getting better
each time. They both felt such pleasure when they made love, no matter who was on the receiving end. When Gohan came,
he had been kissing Trunks' neck. At the point of climax, he bit him almost savagely, causing Trunks to cum all over the
bedding. Gohan soothed the pain away with loving kisses and licks.
Trunks breathed raggedly, and Gohan could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest where Gohan had his hand pressed.
In a seductive, husky voice, he whispered into Trunks' ear, "you liked that, huh?"
Trunks trembled, the idea of the promise of more. "Yes," he said, a hint of desperation in his voice.
Gohan had been a little shy about being more aggressive, but seeing Trunks' knee weakened reaction encouraged him. He let
his fingernails dig into Trunks pectoral muscle as he trailed his hand lazily down Trunks' chest. Trunks moaned loudly,
and Gohan knew he'd have to stop. It was quite clear that he wouldn't be able to contain himself if Gohan continued.
But in their new place...
Gohan looked over at the clock on his nightstand, and Trunks whimpered because he stopped touching him. Gohan saw that
he had to start getting ready, so he planted a wet kiss on Trunks' shoulder. Trunks turned over to look at him.
"I've got to get ready, Beloved."
Trunks nearly glowed at hearing the endearment. He placed his palm to Gohan's, entwining their fingers.
"I love you, Babe."
Gohan, made a groaning noise and then practically hurled himself off the bed, his genitals jiggling, causing Trunks to
chuckle. Gohan stood above Trunks on the bed and then rubbed his fingers through his hair rapidly. When he stopped,
his hair stood out all over the place and Trunks laughed at his silliness.
"I'm going to hop in the shower. You need the bathroom first?"
The look Trunks gave him was unmistakable.
"No. I'll never get out of here if you join me. No, I meant do you have to pee?"
"Awwwl right. Sheesh." Trunks got up, and trotted to the bathroom, giving Gohan a goofy grin."
* * *
Gohan showered and changed quickly, gave his beloved a sweet kiss, then a ceremonial peck on his cheek and left.
Trunks showered and got back into his clothing from yesterday.
He tidied up the bed and tossed Gohan's clothing in the hamper, then decided to brave the Son home.
He hadn't heard much noise in the hallway and wondered if Goten had also decided not to go in today. ChiChi seemed
to leave her younger son alone in a way she never left Gohan alone about school and such, so she didn't even bother
him if he felt like going in was something he just couldn't bring himself to do. Yes, it helped that Goten was also
an A student and didn't miss school often, but still, it was more freedom than Gohan ever had. Trunks knocked quietly
on Goten's door and heard a muffled, "huh?"
He opened the door and let himself in, smiling sheepishly at Goten. Goten said, "Oh," and then yawned open mouthed.
He then got up, rubbing his face to wake himself. He climbed out of bed, and Trunks felt compelled to look away,
Goten just in his boxers. Seeing the young man he considered his best friend and unable not to notice the striking
resemblance the young man bore to his older sibling, not only in face, but in body, made Trunks a little uncomfortable.
Goten noticed the look, and had to smirk, but turned his back to Trunks so he wouldn't see.
He pulled on his jeans and then looked out the window.
"So, you too, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm not in the mood for the shit."
"I'm going to file a complaint."
"That's cool. Maybe I will too."
Trunks looked at him sadly. "I guess it was rough, huh?"
Goten smiled at him sheepishly. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine."
"I'm going to get help from the Gay and Lesbian support group at the school. They called me and made that offer."
Goten nodded. "Sounds wise." He smiled at Trunks. Then his expression changed, a questioning look, but a tiny glint
of mischief in his eye. "Hey, Gohan and I look a lot alike. Does that mean you have the hots for me too?"
Goten got a sheet thrown over his head and was pummeled until he begged for mercy.
* * *
Trunks called Bulma and told her his plans for that day.
He stopped off at the Castle Corp residence to take a look around. He was changed into one of Goten's jeans and was
wearing the shirt that Gohan wore the night before, Gohan's smell still all over the garment.
Trunks took a look around and when he was looking out the big dome window, he heard his Mom say behind him, "well, I
guess you can do a lot with this room. Hey, aren't you guys supposed to be good at decorating?"
Trunks groaned. Were the stupid jokes ever going to end? Why did he get the sense that they were only beginning?
He turned around and gave his Mom an exasperated look. She just laughed.
She came up to him and gave him a hug.
"I'm happy for you, Trunks."
"I'm happy for me too, Mom."
"So, I guess you just need to tell your father now."
Trunks looked out the window, discomfort written all over him.
"I could talk to him first if you'd like?"
"No Mom, I should face him myself. With Gohan."
Bulma gave him a look that that might not be the best idea in the world. "Don't worry Mom, the way I hurt Gohan yesterday,
I think Vegeta'd only feel sorry for him."
Bulma looked at him quizzically and he explained what had happened when he first arrived at the Son home. She rubbed his
arm sympathetically.
She then noticed the little bite mark on the side of Trunks neck, but didn't comment on it. Instead she spun around,
throwing her arms out dramatically. "Trunks honey, it's all yours if you want it. Make it your home. I would rather
you take it than get another place. At least this way you'd be close to home and the place would be taken care of."
He smiled at her. "Ok Mom. I'd actually like to live here again. I've had so many good memories here and it has always
felt like home to me. Even though I like our new house, it is more... intimate, I guess."
She gave him a smile in agreement. Then, seriously, "so, are you telling Vegeta tonight? He may want to know why you are
moving out?"
"What's to move? I trashed everything, remember??" She gave him a look. "Ok, ok. I'll tell him tonight."
* * *
"Trunks I'm so sorry," Bra had tears in her eyes. "I never meant to hurt you."
"Hey, hey, it's ok. I know. And so does Gohan. Don't worry. It's all going to be ok." He smiled at her, wiping a tear
off her face. She smiled at him, looking embarrassed.
"So, Mom's a little nervous about tonight."
"She's nervous?!"
Bra laughed. "I guess Vegeta's going to have a memorable night." Trunks smirked at her. It was something they did every
now and then. Their father was always so gruff, but really a teddy bear with them that they often referred to him by his
given name when discussing him to sort of make fun of him in an endearing sort of way.
Bra smirked. "Is she nervous?"
"What?" Trunks at first thought she was referring to his Mom again, which didn't make sense, but her mischievous look
finally registered. "Oh, not you too!"
Bra laughed. "Well?"
"Of course HE is. Wouldn't you be?"
She laughed again.
* * *
Gohan returned home from his exam, feeling that it went very well. He had just two more and had done so much all year that
he wasn't even really worried about those too either. Then he would be free.
He called Trunks and they had lunch. By then Trunks had filed his complaint and met with the head of the Gay and Lesbian
support group. He was very reassuring and was really a cool guy. Trunks got along with him from the start and just felt
better about the whole thing yesterday.
Trunks and Gohan wanted to kiss but they felt a little intimidated out as a couple for the first time. Gohan smiled at
Trunks across the table and said, "well, I guess we just don't worry about it."
Trunks smiled and blushed. "I guess so." They didn't have to acknowledge that it was a little strange. However, they
were happy to be out and with each other and that was all that mattered.
Trunks told him about his plan for the old residence at Castle Corp and Gohan smiled. He had his new furniture, which was
supposed to arrive today anyway, rerouted to the new apartment instead. Gohan couldn't wait for them to be alone together,
in their new bed, in their new place. It showed and Trunks had to look away, his face flushed. Gohan laughed.
"Sorry."
Trunks met his eyes with lust and said, in a husky voice, "don't be." It was Gohan's turn to go red.
The poor man still looked a fright with his injuries. He got many looks from people in the restaurant.
But some of the looks were lingering on the pair for other reasons.
One man sat in a white shirt, opened at the collar and a faded pair of jeans. The clothing highlighted the tanned color
of his skin and the light color of his eyes. His hair color set him apart from everyone else in the room. The other
man was wearing a black button down shirt and jeans. His hair was gelled and the dark shirt and the darkness of his eyes,
plus the injuries to his face, gave him a dangerous quality that just made people stare.
Especially the women.
And one pair of men at another table. Trunks and Gohan looked at this other pair, who raised their wine glasses in a sort
of toast at them.
They almost couldn't contain their urge to crack up.
The men looked at them and smiled, hoping they could see the offer evident on their faces.
Both young men turned bright crimson.
* * *
Vegeta was fresh from his shower, standing in the living room, looking at his son and Gohan. He hadn't said a thing for a
full two minutes.
Trunks looked at his father bravely. When he had spoken, his voice had been steady and clear.
Bulma sat there, looking at her husband.
Vegeta, finally, laughed/scoffed.
Trunks and Gohan squeezed each other's hand tightly.
Vegeta saw this solidarity and scoffed again.
He then turned his back to them.
"So, my son loves the Baka, son of a clown."
Gohan, a dangerous light in his eye, said, "leave my father out of this, Vegeta."
Vegeta just "hmpfd." He then turned one eye their way. "Go and hump yourselves silly. See if I care."
Trunks felt despair at his father's reaction. He didn't think Vegeta would be ecstatic, but he didn't like his insulting
manner.
Vegeta saw the sadness on his son's face. "What, you'd think this'd make me happy? You think that having the son of that
idiot a part of my family's life forever pleases me? If we were on Vegeta, you'd be crown prince. Instead you are
hopping in bed with a low class..."
"Stop it. You've said enough!"
"Oh, I haven't even begun."
Both men looked bitterly away from him.
"Look at you. Son." Son was said with scorn. "You prance around, your pretty hair and eyes, like some girl. You have
the world handed to you. You don't even train at all anymore. Thank God for the evidence that you haven't lost all of
your skills.." this was said regarding Gohan's injuries, "but no, you are a spoiled, poor excuse for a Saiyan. You are
not worthy of the royal bloodline. You.."
"SHUT UP!"
Trunks roared at his father, silencing him. Everyone in the room looked nervous, the danger in Trunks' eyes evident.
"I will not have you talk to me or Gohan like that. You either accept us or you don't. But shut up about it if you don't!"
Vegeta turned stubbornly away. In a sneering voice, "so, are you going to move to a new home? Shall I bake you a cake?
Or do you need a toaster?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Tell me, who's the man in the relationship? Why do I think it is that one over there? He probably makes you wear makeup
and dresses."
"SHUT UP!!!"
And Vegeta, getting angry, whirled around, scaring the hell out of everyone. "YOU SHUT UP!"
Then he stopped. He raged, actually looking close to tears, then turned around again.
"Do what you want. I'll not try to stop you." He said this resignedly, surprising everyone by the sudden change in his
demeanor. He then sighed heavily.
"WHY, WHY MUST I ALWAYS BE PLAGUED BY THAT CLOWN?!!!!"
Then he surprised everyone by laughing. Really laughing.
He turned around, and then closed his eyes, crossing his arms. His head was slightly turned to the side. "Don't worry
Trunks. I don't hate either of you. In fact, I really don't care. You want to be with him - knock yourself out."
Then he looked crazed. "But don't you dare kiss him in front of me!"
He then turned and walked away, "hmfing," again.
Trunks and Gohan just looked confused.
Bulma just laughed at them.
"That's pretty much how he courted me. Just feel good about it."
They looked at her like a pair of idiots.
* * *
Trunks and Gohan entered their new house, still looking a little perplexed by Vegeta's reaction. Was it good or bad?
They weren't quite sure. Most of it seemed bad, but then he seemed to give in. They still didn't know, and Trunks
lived with the man all of his life!
But now he lived with a different man.
Gohan and Trunks just looked at each other, and smiled.
WELL, I BET YOU THINK THIS IS FINISHED. WELL, IT ISN'T. LOL STAY TUNED FOR MORE. :)