Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Learning New Things ❯ Chapter 9
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By: dharmaserenity 
Hmmm, timelines seem to be criss-crossing here....
What does Gohan confess to Trunks? And how does Trunks take it? Read to find out!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.01.2005 | Pages: 8 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 639 | Status: Completed
Hmmm, timelines seem to be criss-crossing here....
What does Gohan confess to Trunks? And how does Trunks take it? Read to find out!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.01.2005 | Pages: 8 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 639 | Status: Completed
LEARNING NEW THINGS, PART 9
LEARNING NEW THINGS, Part 9
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 9
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, S&M
Answer to Challenge #16
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) Gohan 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, 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.
Bulma looked at the paper, and with bitterness saw that the story was buried on page 6. Page 1 was practically
just one story -- another feature story about that joke, Hercule.
Trying to control tears, she read the article:
April 28 - Mustard City
Reports confirm that a creature of unknown species (sightings of a pink skinned creature or a large, fat creature
have come in) attempted to kill a large gathering of pedestrians at a shopping mall on Relish Lane at 3:27pm
Wednesday. A man appeared at the site at 3:45 pm, wielding a sword. Reports indicate that the man also had some
type of fire-throwing device, which he used on the creature, wounding it mortally. The creature fired an
unidentified substance at the man. The man was reported dead at the scene. The creature died shortly afterward.
No weapon other than the sword was found at the scene of the crime. There is no further information on the creature
at this time. The creature's body is in police custody. Family of the man have been contacted.
And that was it. Her Trunks, and everything that he meant to her, summed up coldly in a few lines and most people,
not even knowing that they probably owed him their lives, carried on with their day, and would probably never read
this article.
Well no! I'm not going to let this happen!
* * *
Bulma trembled, craning her neck to see the large dragon looming above her.
"What is your wish?"
Bulma, teeth chattering, "I want my boy back!" She couldn't help the anger that shook her voice.
Shenron didn't react. After a full minute, Bulma thinking that something went wrong, "It is done. Your wish has been
granted."
Bulma, crying in happiness, giggled. "Thank you Shenron!!"
* * *
Bulma flew the helicopter as fast as she could to get home. She could see a light on in the dome room as she approached.
Her baby was back!
She landed and barely cut the engine before she was jumping out to run into the house.
"Honey!?!"
"Mom?"
She squealed laughter, and ran up the stairs and into the room. And stopped.
Bulma blinked.
She blinked again.
She blinked some more.
"Hey Mom. I think there's something wrong."
Well, his age for one thing. And his hair.
NO! WAIT!!
And then Bulma knew what she had done wrong.
Instead of getting her 35 year old son back, President of Castle Corp, and secret warrior to protect all inhabitants
of planet earth, she got the young boy that returned to her all those years ago from his journey to the past. He
had come back with a long head of hair and...
"OH MY GOD! I'm so sorry honey. I must have screwed up the wish!"
She shook, trying to recall what exactly she had said. And then it came.
"I want my boy back."
She had said "boy."
And that's why Shenron had hesitated.
She looked at Trunks, younger by almost 15 years and supposed that technically, this was the last time he could have
been considered a "boy."
Trunks laughed. "Hey, don't worry. You just gave me a bit of the fountain of youth. I'm not going to complain!"
* * *
Trunks had spoken too soon. He was sitting with his Mom, having a cup of tea, and the unfamiliar, and uncomfortable
sensation of sitting there with a hard on, talking to his mother, made it difficult to keep up with the conversation.
He was beginning to realize, that as a 20-year-old man once again, his hormones were all over the place.
After being a 35-year-old man for so long, this sensation was maddening.
He tried to concentrate on what his mother was asking him.
"What do you suppose that thing was?"
"I'm not sure. It was pink AND fat, as the article says. It was like fighting a bowl of jelly and rubber at the same
time. It also laughed like a child. It was really creepy. But it was weak. I didn't have too hard a time, but I
got lazy. It hit me when I should have been guarded." He looked angry at himself.
"Where do you think it came from?"
"I have no idea. But I did get a sense that it was very dangerous. And it said something, something that I'm not so
sure I like."
"What?"
"It said that it had been locked away for a very long time. VERY LONG. I got the sense, from the way it said that,
that it had been locked away longer than I've been alive." And then his smooth brow furrowed. He looked at his mother.
She gasped. "You don't suppose.."
"If it came here, then it probably will go there too." The look of concern on his face for all of his old friends in
another time filled his face.
"Trunks, you're not going there are you?"
"I don't know. It wasn't really that hard to beat, but it was sneaky. What if, like Cell, it was weaker here, but
somehow stronger there? What if they don't know what's coming and are taken by surprise? I could warn them!"
"Trunks, I'm not so sure that is a good idea. You, I mean, the other one, he'd be about the same age as you are now.
It would be weird."
"All the more reason I should go. He may not know enough to fight such a thing if he has to do something about it."
Or was it something else? He tried to push the thought aside.
Bulma just sipped her tea, looking worried.
* * *
He drove home, feeling odd in his newer body. He looked in the mirror. He had not aged very much as a 35 year old man,
but there was still no mistaking how much younger and different he looked now.
He saw some girls waiting at a stop light and his loins kicked to life.
"Shit! This is horrible."
He felt like he couldn't control himself. The thought reminded him of his other possible motive for wanting to go back
to the past.
He blushed, but still, the thought came.
He'd be older now.
He thought of the young boy, just about to bloom into puberty, that he had left back in that past. He had already
seen hints of his former master in that face, before he left it.
"Get control of yourself, Trunks! It wouldn't be fair."
And then he reasoned with himself. He did have a legitimate concern about that creature, especially of that "M"
on its belt. It reminded him a lot of the "R x R" symbol of the Red Ribbon Army. What, if that "M" too, meant
that there were others like it. It made him really uneasy.
He thought he'd just be honest with himself.
Yes, he was concerned. But yes, he wanted to see Gohan again. To see how the young man had grown.
He would talk to his Mother tomorrow about updating the time machine for another trip.
He was going back!
* * *
Gohan and Trunks smiled at each other, barely containing themselves. They walked around, the apartment mostly vacant.
Their footfalls echoed, especially in the large dome room. They went to look at the only room that was furnished.
It had the new bed and dresser, computer desk and computer. Nothing was set up yet, though. It was already early
evening. They looked at the bed, encased in plastic.
Gohan smiled at Trunks.
"I could go home and pack a bag for tonight. This way I can let Mom and Dad know too. I don't think Mom'l be happy,
but she's going to have to get used to my not being around anyway, so she might as well start now." He smiled again.
Trunks looked at him, mischief in his eyes.
"Well, we could at least test out the mattress now."
"NO! You're evil! NO! I'll never leave and you know it."
Trunks cracked up over the look on Gohan's face.
Gohan fought the urge to just say "fuck it" and fuck Trunks for looking so cute as he laughed. But then, he could just
linger over Trunks all night long.
Trunks, still giggling, said, "Ok. Go. I'll stay here and put some things in order. Just grab some extra clothes for
me, ok. I'm not in the mood to go back for a change."
"All right, Beloved." He grabbed Trunks around his waist and gave him a long, sweet kiss. Then pushed away, breathing
heavy. Trunks smiled at the power he had over Gohan. He couldn't wait for later.
* * *
Gohan returned with an overflowing overnight bag. He took a little longer than planned. His Mom wasn't too happy and
he felt compelled to stay, just to see that she'd be all right. His Father winked at him as he headed out the door.
Everything would be fine and he finally left.
Trunks had called him after he was gone for over an hour and he had explained everything, so Trunks attempted to make
dinner for the two of them. He went to the store, but soon realized there wasn't a culinary bone in his body when
everything he wanted would take a long process to cook. Instead, he bought already prepared food and had it ready
for Gohan when he returned.
Still, Gohan was impressed. And famished. So, barely kissing each other, they both dug in to devour every bit of food.
They both sat back, bellies slightly distended from all the food they consumed. They thought it best to wait before they
tried out their new bedroom.
So, they talked instead. They sat on the floor of the big dome room, looking out at the stars in the night sky.
"Gohan?"
"Yes, Trunks?"
"Did..umm, did you ever have.. well, .. feelings for me before?"
Gohan blushed. "I... think so."
Trunks smiled. He turned back to him. "I guess it couldn't have been for very long."
Gohan blushed. He didn't think he should talk about it. To deflect, "How about you? Ever have feelings for me before?"
Trunks hesitated. "Yes. I realized that I did."
Gohan smiled at him.
Trunks continued. "I think the first time I ever really felt something, just looking at you, was when you fought Buu that
time."
Gohan blinked in surprise. "You liked me back then?"
Trunks smiled at him shyly. "Back then, I didn't really know it. I didn't really know anything about stuff like that.
But I do remember thinking you were awesome. All my memories were of how you looked as you fought him. You were amazing.
And when I remember it, I remember how it made me feel. I was in awe. It isn't much too different from how I feel
about you now, just, without the sex."
"Wow!" Gohan didn't know what else to say. It was all so unreal. It was beginning to seem to him that Trunks and Gohan
were meant to be together for a very long time. It was almost baffling that it all hit now. He guessed it simply had to
do with them having to find out for themselves what wouldn't make them happy in contrast.
His thoughts were interrupted. "Well, when was the first time you had feelings for me?"
Gohan blushed again. "Trunks, it's kind of weird. I'd rather just concentrate on us now."
Trunks didn't like that answer. He wanted to know! Plus, he thought it weird that Gohan didn't want to discuss it.
"Come on Gohan. Tell me. I want to know."
Trunks tried to tickle Gohan, and Gohan, being very ticklish, squirmed away, laughing. "Ok, Ok." He sighed. "Well,
it was a really long time ago. I guess we have that in common."
Trunks thought, he liked me when I was a kid?
He looked at Gohan a little puzzled. It was obvious he wanted Gohan to continue.
Gohan sighed again. "Ok. I was thinking about it the other day. It was when you were just a baby." Trunks looked at
him blankly. "No, No! It was nothing weird like that. Just let me finish."
"Ok."
Gohan continued. "You remember what Bulma told you about you? The other you, right?"
Trunks regarded Gohan. His face then took on a slightly annoyed look. "Yes?"
Gohan looked nervously away. "Well, I was a little kid when he was around." He saw the look on Trunks' face. "Ahh,
it's stupid," he said, trying to dismiss the whole thing.
"No, I want to hear. Go on." Trunks' voice was annoyed.
Gohan turned to him, concern on his face. "Look Trunks, don't get jealous. It was nothing."
"Nothing?! What happened?!" Trunks was starting to look pissed off.
Gohan did the same thing his father always did when ChiChi yelled at Goku -- he backed up, waving his hands protectively
in front of him, looking scared.
"It was nothing!"
Trunks "hmpfd," much like his father did usually. "Ok, so tell me what this nothing was?"
"Trunks, it was noth.. ok, ok, don't look at me like that." He thought how to say this. "He was in the Room of Spirit
and Time with your father. It was when he emerged. I just remember that I couldn't stop staring at him. He looked...well,
amazing. That's it."
Trunks looked pissed and a little hurt. "Well, that was not having feelings for me, was it?"
Gohan looked at him incredulously. "But, he was you."
"I'm me."
"Trunks, he was you."
"No, he wasn't. I'm me."
"Trunks, you are being stubborn. He was you, from the future."
"Am I like him?"
"Well, yes.."
Gohan paused. Trunks pounced. "You see, you were about to say "and no." AND NO! Meaning he's not like me! Because
he isn't me!"
Trunks turned away from Gohan really pissed off now, tears building on his lashes.
Gohan, despite himself, got angry. Really angry!
He grabbed Trunks by the arm roughly. "LOOK! I'M NOT GOING TO GO THROUGH THIS WITH YOU!"
Trunks looked startled and dumbfounded. Gohan continued, still very angry, "I'm not going to have to prove myself to
you every other day. I LOVE YOU! YOU!!! YOU ALONE!! GOT IT!!"
With that he forced Trunks down and kissed him mercilessly. Trunks tried to push him away, mad at the way Gohan spoke
to him, but then Gohan's roughness made him feel weak inside. A sweet pain, swimminess filled his insides as Gohan
roughly grabbed his face and teased his tongue with his own, their mouth's opened.
Gohan then grabbed Trunks through his pants and Trunks moaned loudly, echoing off the walls in the empty room.
"Gohan," he whispered urgently.
Gohan started pulling their clothes off roughly, almost ripping them, but not exactly rough enough to do so. He kept
picking up Trunks and dropping him to the floor each time he wanted an article of clothing off of Trunks. It was rough
and was taking Trunks' breath away. Trunks started to gasp and moan at the rough treatment, liking it very much.
Gohan saw how excited Trunks was getting and kept at it, his need practically bursting out of his pants when he started
to tug at his own zipper.
Once they were both naked, he grabbed Trunks wrists, gripping them in strong, hard fingers and slapped them down over
Trunks head on the cold floor. Trunks looked up and Gohan, propped up over him, his skin almost luminescent in the
evening light coming from outside.
Gohan still looked mad, and Trunks thought he was going to cum just looking in those cold, black eyes.
Gohan practically bit Trunks' lips, he kissed him so hard. Trunks could feel the tip of Gohan's cock slide over his
belly and tickle his own cock. He could feel some wet precum land on his skin and dry in the cool air.
Gohan ripped his mouth away, Trunks crying out. He then bit Trunks neck, not enough to break skin, but definitely
to bruise. Trunks came all over Gohan and Gohan, got up quickly on his knees.
And slapped Trunks across his face. Hard.
He then leaned down again, slamming his fists on either side of Trunks' face, scaring the young man.
He then grabbed Trunks by the hair and forced him to turn over. Trunks started to tremble. He felt his legs yanked
apart and then a tongue, hot and stiff, go inside his anus. Trunks howled in need. He couldn't believe how good it
felt and he was so excited that he was hard again.
He felt the tongue disappear and then a strong grip on the hair at the back of his head, pulling his head back painfully.
He was then entered and started to scream Gohan's name, begging him to fuck the hell out of him.
Gohan, lust and need pouring out of every pore of him, told Trunks in a hard, yet husky voice, "Shut up. I'll fuck you
the way I want."
Trunks came, just hearing the sound of that voice, and the spasms of his insides, feeling so amazing on Gohan made
the other scream, releasing Trunks' hair to grab him by the hips and pull him into his ejaculation. Gohan moaned
loudly as the orgasm played itself out. Trunks, was practically hanging from him, his face rubbing on the floor.
Gohan threw him to the ground and just regarded him from his kneeling position. Trunks dared a look at the hard face.
"You going to question my love for you again?"
In a meek voice, "no."
And then Gohan's face started to look gentle again. He got on his hands and knees and panted, his hair tickling Trunks'
face. Trunks gently touched Gohan's face and he looked up at him.
"You ok?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Not really."
Gohan looked relieved. He then smiled shyly at Trunks.
Trunks couldn't believe how good Gohan played the game. It was so different from anything he had shown him of his
personality up to now, except for times he actually fought, that was. Trunks, enjoying every moment of it, still
had wondered a few times if any of it had been real.
Gohan started to laugh and tremble. He then looked serious.
"I won't do that again if you don't want me to." He looked at Trunks tenderly.
Trunks just smiled at him warmly.
"You do that every time you want."
Gohan smiled.
"Just be prepared for when I decide to do it to you."
Gohan arched an eyebrow at him mischievously.
Trunks laughed and kissed him lingeringly.
The sat next to each other on the floor and enjoyed the feel of their skin touching. They stared out at the night sky
and just looked forward to the days ahead.
* * *
"Well Trunks. That should do it. Any time you are ready, you can go." She looked at him and smiled. Then gave him a
long hug.
He smiled at her, all dimples.
"I'll be fine Mom. Don't worry. And what's more, I may be able to help the others."
"I know. Just be strong and be careful! Ok?!"
"Ok." With that smile, he jumped into the time machine and started it up.
LEARNING NEW THINGS, Part 9
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 9
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, S&M
Answer to Challenge #16
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr(yaoi = sex) Gohan 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, 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.
Bulma looked at the paper, and with bitterness saw that the story was buried on page 6. Page 1 was practically
just one story -- another feature story about that joke, Hercule.
Trying to control tears, she read the article:
April 28 - Mustard City
Reports confirm that a creature of unknown species (sightings of a pink skinned creature or a large, fat creature
have come in) attempted to kill a large gathering of pedestrians at a shopping mall on Relish Lane at 3:27pm
Wednesday. A man appeared at the site at 3:45 pm, wielding a sword. Reports indicate that the man also had some
type of fire-throwing device, which he used on the creature, wounding it mortally. The creature fired an
unidentified substance at the man. The man was reported dead at the scene. The creature died shortly afterward.
No weapon other than the sword was found at the scene of the crime. There is no further information on the creature
at this time. The creature's body is in police custody. Family of the man have been contacted.
And that was it. Her Trunks, and everything that he meant to her, summed up coldly in a few lines and most people,
not even knowing that they probably owed him their lives, carried on with their day, and would probably never read
this article.
Well no! I'm not going to let this happen!
* * *
Bulma trembled, craning her neck to see the large dragon looming above her.
"What is your wish?"
Bulma, teeth chattering, "I want my boy back!" She couldn't help the anger that shook her voice.
Shenron didn't react. After a full minute, Bulma thinking that something went wrong, "It is done. Your wish has been
granted."
Bulma, crying in happiness, giggled. "Thank you Shenron!!"
* * *
Bulma flew the helicopter as fast as she could to get home. She could see a light on in the dome room as she approached.
Her baby was back!
She landed and barely cut the engine before she was jumping out to run into the house.
"Honey!?!"
"Mom?"
She squealed laughter, and ran up the stairs and into the room. And stopped.
Bulma blinked.
She blinked again.
She blinked some more.
"Hey Mom. I think there's something wrong."
Well, his age for one thing. And his hair.
NO! WAIT!!
And then Bulma knew what she had done wrong.
Instead of getting her 35 year old son back, President of Castle Corp, and secret warrior to protect all inhabitants
of planet earth, she got the young boy that returned to her all those years ago from his journey to the past. He
had come back with a long head of hair and...
"OH MY GOD! I'm so sorry honey. I must have screwed up the wish!"
She shook, trying to recall what exactly she had said. And then it came.
"I want my boy back."
She had said "boy."
And that's why Shenron had hesitated.
She looked at Trunks, younger by almost 15 years and supposed that technically, this was the last time he could have
been considered a "boy."
Trunks laughed. "Hey, don't worry. You just gave me a bit of the fountain of youth. I'm not going to complain!"
* * *
Trunks had spoken too soon. He was sitting with his Mom, having a cup of tea, and the unfamiliar, and uncomfortable
sensation of sitting there with a hard on, talking to his mother, made it difficult to keep up with the conversation.
He was beginning to realize, that as a 20-year-old man once again, his hormones were all over the place.
After being a 35-year-old man for so long, this sensation was maddening.
He tried to concentrate on what his mother was asking him.
"What do you suppose that thing was?"
"I'm not sure. It was pink AND fat, as the article says. It was like fighting a bowl of jelly and rubber at the same
time. It also laughed like a child. It was really creepy. But it was weak. I didn't have too hard a time, but I
got lazy. It hit me when I should have been guarded." He looked angry at himself.
"Where do you think it came from?"
"I have no idea. But I did get a sense that it was very dangerous. And it said something, something that I'm not so
sure I like."
"What?"
"It said that it had been locked away for a very long time. VERY LONG. I got the sense, from the way it said that,
that it had been locked away longer than I've been alive." And then his smooth brow furrowed. He looked at his mother.
She gasped. "You don't suppose.."
"If it came here, then it probably will go there too." The look of concern on his face for all of his old friends in
another time filled his face.
"Trunks, you're not going there are you?"
"I don't know. It wasn't really that hard to beat, but it was sneaky. What if, like Cell, it was weaker here, but
somehow stronger there? What if they don't know what's coming and are taken by surprise? I could warn them!"
"Trunks, I'm not so sure that is a good idea. You, I mean, the other one, he'd be about the same age as you are now.
It would be weird."
"All the more reason I should go. He may not know enough to fight such a thing if he has to do something about it."
Or was it something else? He tried to push the thought aside.
Bulma just sipped her tea, looking worried.
* * *
He drove home, feeling odd in his newer body. He looked in the mirror. He had not aged very much as a 35 year old man,
but there was still no mistaking how much younger and different he looked now.
He saw some girls waiting at a stop light and his loins kicked to life.
"Shit! This is horrible."
He felt like he couldn't control himself. The thought reminded him of his other possible motive for wanting to go back
to the past.
He blushed, but still, the thought came.
He'd be older now.
He thought of the young boy, just about to bloom into puberty, that he had left back in that past. He had already
seen hints of his former master in that face, before he left it.
"Get control of yourself, Trunks! It wouldn't be fair."
And then he reasoned with himself. He did have a legitimate concern about that creature, especially of that "M"
on its belt. It reminded him a lot of the "R x R" symbol of the Red Ribbon Army. What, if that "M" too, meant
that there were others like it. It made him really uneasy.
He thought he'd just be honest with himself.
Yes, he was concerned. But yes, he wanted to see Gohan again. To see how the young man had grown.
He would talk to his Mother tomorrow about updating the time machine for another trip.
He was going back!
* * *
Gohan and Trunks smiled at each other, barely containing themselves. They walked around, the apartment mostly vacant.
Their footfalls echoed, especially in the large dome room. They went to look at the only room that was furnished.
It had the new bed and dresser, computer desk and computer. Nothing was set up yet, though. It was already early
evening. They looked at the bed, encased in plastic.
Gohan smiled at Trunks.
"I could go home and pack a bag for tonight. This way I can let Mom and Dad know too. I don't think Mom'l be happy,
but she's going to have to get used to my not being around anyway, so she might as well start now." He smiled again.
Trunks looked at him, mischief in his eyes.
"Well, we could at least test out the mattress now."
"NO! You're evil! NO! I'll never leave and you know it."
Trunks cracked up over the look on Gohan's face.
Gohan fought the urge to just say "fuck it" and fuck Trunks for looking so cute as he laughed. But then, he could just
linger over Trunks all night long.
Trunks, still giggling, said, "Ok. Go. I'll stay here and put some things in order. Just grab some extra clothes for
me, ok. I'm not in the mood to go back for a change."
"All right, Beloved." He grabbed Trunks around his waist and gave him a long, sweet kiss. Then pushed away, breathing
heavy. Trunks smiled at the power he had over Gohan. He couldn't wait for later.
* * *
Gohan returned with an overflowing overnight bag. He took a little longer than planned. His Mom wasn't too happy and
he felt compelled to stay, just to see that she'd be all right. His Father winked at him as he headed out the door.
Everything would be fine and he finally left.
Trunks had called him after he was gone for over an hour and he had explained everything, so Trunks attempted to make
dinner for the two of them. He went to the store, but soon realized there wasn't a culinary bone in his body when
everything he wanted would take a long process to cook. Instead, he bought already prepared food and had it ready
for Gohan when he returned.
Still, Gohan was impressed. And famished. So, barely kissing each other, they both dug in to devour every bit of food.
They both sat back, bellies slightly distended from all the food they consumed. They thought it best to wait before they
tried out their new bedroom.
So, they talked instead. They sat on the floor of the big dome room, looking out at the stars in the night sky.
"Gohan?"
"Yes, Trunks?"
"Did..umm, did you ever have.. well, .. feelings for me before?"
Gohan blushed. "I... think so."
Trunks smiled. He turned back to him. "I guess it couldn't have been for very long."
Gohan blushed. He didn't think he should talk about it. To deflect, "How about you? Ever have feelings for me before?"
Trunks hesitated. "Yes. I realized that I did."
Gohan smiled at him.
Trunks continued. "I think the first time I ever really felt something, just looking at you, was when you fought Buu that
time."
Gohan blinked in surprise. "You liked me back then?"
Trunks smiled at him shyly. "Back then, I didn't really know it. I didn't really know anything about stuff like that.
But I do remember thinking you were awesome. All my memories were of how you looked as you fought him. You were amazing.
And when I remember it, I remember how it made me feel. I was in awe. It isn't much too different from how I feel
about you now, just, without the sex."
"Wow!" Gohan didn't know what else to say. It was all so unreal. It was beginning to seem to him that Trunks and Gohan
were meant to be together for a very long time. It was almost baffling that it all hit now. He guessed it simply had to
do with them having to find out for themselves what wouldn't make them happy in contrast.
His thoughts were interrupted. "Well, when was the first time you had feelings for me?"
Gohan blushed again. "Trunks, it's kind of weird. I'd rather just concentrate on us now."
Trunks didn't like that answer. He wanted to know! Plus, he thought it weird that Gohan didn't want to discuss it.
"Come on Gohan. Tell me. I want to know."
Trunks tried to tickle Gohan, and Gohan, being very ticklish, squirmed away, laughing. "Ok, Ok." He sighed. "Well,
it was a really long time ago. I guess we have that in common."
Trunks thought, he liked me when I was a kid?
He looked at Gohan a little puzzled. It was obvious he wanted Gohan to continue.
Gohan sighed again. "Ok. I was thinking about it the other day. It was when you were just a baby." Trunks looked at
him blankly. "No, No! It was nothing weird like that. Just let me finish."
"Ok."
Gohan continued. "You remember what Bulma told you about you? The other you, right?"
Trunks regarded Gohan. His face then took on a slightly annoyed look. "Yes?"
Gohan looked nervously away. "Well, I was a little kid when he was around." He saw the look on Trunks' face. "Ahh,
it's stupid," he said, trying to dismiss the whole thing.
"No, I want to hear. Go on." Trunks' voice was annoyed.
Gohan turned to him, concern on his face. "Look Trunks, don't get jealous. It was nothing."
"Nothing?! What happened?!" Trunks was starting to look pissed off.
Gohan did the same thing his father always did when ChiChi yelled at Goku -- he backed up, waving his hands protectively
in front of him, looking scared.
"It was nothing!"
Trunks "hmpfd," much like his father did usually. "Ok, so tell me what this nothing was?"
"Trunks, it was noth.. ok, ok, don't look at me like that." He thought how to say this. "He was in the Room of Spirit
and Time with your father. It was when he emerged. I just remember that I couldn't stop staring at him. He looked...well,
amazing. That's it."
Trunks looked pissed and a little hurt. "Well, that was not having feelings for me, was it?"
Gohan looked at him incredulously. "But, he was you."
"I'm me."
"Trunks, he was you."
"No, he wasn't. I'm me."
"Trunks, you are being stubborn. He was you, from the future."
"Am I like him?"
"Well, yes.."
Gohan paused. Trunks pounced. "You see, you were about to say "and no." AND NO! Meaning he's not like me! Because
he isn't me!"
Trunks turned away from Gohan really pissed off now, tears building on his lashes.
Gohan, despite himself, got angry. Really angry!
He grabbed Trunks by the arm roughly. "LOOK! I'M NOT GOING TO GO THROUGH THIS WITH YOU!"
Trunks looked startled and dumbfounded. Gohan continued, still very angry, "I'm not going to have to prove myself to
you every other day. I LOVE YOU! YOU!!! YOU ALONE!! GOT IT!!"
With that he forced Trunks down and kissed him mercilessly. Trunks tried to push him away, mad at the way Gohan spoke
to him, but then Gohan's roughness made him feel weak inside. A sweet pain, swimminess filled his insides as Gohan
roughly grabbed his face and teased his tongue with his own, their mouth's opened.
Gohan then grabbed Trunks through his pants and Trunks moaned loudly, echoing off the walls in the empty room.
"Gohan," he whispered urgently.
Gohan started pulling their clothes off roughly, almost ripping them, but not exactly rough enough to do so. He kept
picking up Trunks and dropping him to the floor each time he wanted an article of clothing off of Trunks. It was rough
and was taking Trunks' breath away. Trunks started to gasp and moan at the rough treatment, liking it very much.
Gohan saw how excited Trunks was getting and kept at it, his need practically bursting out of his pants when he started
to tug at his own zipper.
Once they were both naked, he grabbed Trunks wrists, gripping them in strong, hard fingers and slapped them down over
Trunks head on the cold floor. Trunks looked up and Gohan, propped up over him, his skin almost luminescent in the
evening light coming from outside.
Gohan still looked mad, and Trunks thought he was going to cum just looking in those cold, black eyes.
Gohan practically bit Trunks' lips, he kissed him so hard. Trunks could feel the tip of Gohan's cock slide over his
belly and tickle his own cock. He could feel some wet precum land on his skin and dry in the cool air.
Gohan ripped his mouth away, Trunks crying out. He then bit Trunks neck, not enough to break skin, but definitely
to bruise. Trunks came all over Gohan and Gohan, got up quickly on his knees.
And slapped Trunks across his face. Hard.
He then leaned down again, slamming his fists on either side of Trunks' face, scaring the young man.
He then grabbed Trunks by the hair and forced him to turn over. Trunks started to tremble. He felt his legs yanked
apart and then a tongue, hot and stiff, go inside his anus. Trunks howled in need. He couldn't believe how good it
felt and he was so excited that he was hard again.
He felt the tongue disappear and then a strong grip on the hair at the back of his head, pulling his head back painfully.
He was then entered and started to scream Gohan's name, begging him to fuck the hell out of him.
Gohan, lust and need pouring out of every pore of him, told Trunks in a hard, yet husky voice, "Shut up. I'll fuck you
the way I want."
Trunks came, just hearing the sound of that voice, and the spasms of his insides, feeling so amazing on Gohan made
the other scream, releasing Trunks' hair to grab him by the hips and pull him into his ejaculation. Gohan moaned
loudly as the orgasm played itself out. Trunks, was practically hanging from him, his face rubbing on the floor.
Gohan threw him to the ground and just regarded him from his kneeling position. Trunks dared a look at the hard face.
"You going to question my love for you again?"
In a meek voice, "no."
And then Gohan's face started to look gentle again. He got on his hands and knees and panted, his hair tickling Trunks'
face. Trunks gently touched Gohan's face and he looked up at him.
"You ok?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Not really."
Gohan looked relieved. He then smiled shyly at Trunks.
Trunks couldn't believe how good Gohan played the game. It was so different from anything he had shown him of his
personality up to now, except for times he actually fought, that was. Trunks, enjoying every moment of it, still
had wondered a few times if any of it had been real.
Gohan started to laugh and tremble. He then looked serious.
"I won't do that again if you don't want me to." He looked at Trunks tenderly.
Trunks just smiled at him warmly.
"You do that every time you want."
Gohan smiled.
"Just be prepared for when I decide to do it to you."
Gohan arched an eyebrow at him mischievously.
Trunks laughed and kissed him lingeringly.
The sat next to each other on the floor and enjoyed the feel of their skin touching. They stared out at the night sky
and just looked forward to the days ahead.
* * *
"Well Trunks. That should do it. Any time you are ready, you can go." She looked at him and smiled. Then gave him a
long hug.
He smiled at her, all dimples.
"I'll be fine Mom. Don't worry. And what's more, I may be able to help the others."
"I know. Just be strong and be careful! Ok?!"
"Ok." With that smile, he jumped into the time machine and started it up.