Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Learning New Things ❯ Chapter 11
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By: dharmaserenity 
The final chapter of Learning New Things!
Will Trunks and Gohan make it through this and finally just have a chance to be happy together?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.01.2005 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 763 | Status: Completed
The final chapter of Learning New Things!
Will Trunks and Gohan make it through this and finally just have a chance to be happy together?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.01.2005 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 763 | Status: Completed
LEARNING NEW THINGS, PART 11 (Final Chapter)
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 11 (Final Chapter)
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, S&M
Answer to Challenge #16
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr (yaoi = sex) alternating dominance
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,
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.
Gohan stared in horror at the look on Trunks face, as Trunks stood motionless in the doorway. Gohan started to convulse,
his body racked with sobs, fearing that he had ended this thing that he wanted so bad.
Trunks could hear the sobs coming from Gohan, but couldn't stop looking in the eyes of the other one. The one just like
him.
Mirai Trunks just stared back at the young man in the doorway, not knowing what to do. He could see anger and hatred
build in that other face identical to his own.
"Get dressed you fuck!" This was directed at Mirai Trunks.
Mirai Trunks got up silently, and heard Gohan behind him move away as if he were some pariah. He felt hollow inside, as
if his insides had been scooped out of him.
What did he do? Why did he let this happen?!
He looked sorrowfully at the angry young man that looked as if he wanted to shred him to pieces.
"I'm sorry." He knew how hollow it sounded, but he meant it. He said it to both men in the room, one not looking at
him and sobbing uncontrollably, the other looking as if he would murder him on the spot.
"YOU BASTARD!" was all Trunks could say in response. Mirai Trunks, fatherless, felt the sting of those words. He knew
they were aimed purposely, but he also knew he deserved them for what he had done.
He yanked up his pants and looked for his jacket.
"GET OUT!!!"
Mirai Trunks looked back at the younger man, his jacket in hand. He then looked at Gohan, who wouldn't meet his eyes.
Gohan was weeping so hard that he started to hiccup. There was nothing he could say to him.
He walked past Trunks and felt the other wanting to reach out and assault him somehow, but Trunks managed to control
himself. But Trunks did follow Mirai Trunks out of the room.
"YOU BASTARD!" again. Mirai Trunks turned around to regard his other self. He felt truly sorry for hurting the both
of them, but could offer nothing to pay for what he had done. But one thing...
"I'm sorry Trunks. I shouldn't have done it. But I'll not bother you with my presence any longer than for what I need
to tell you." He then went into a description of the creature that had attacked earth in his own time. Trunks listened,
a bitter, scornful look on his face much like the look their father often showed to the world.
The face staring back at him, once he finished, twisted further in scorn and fury. "You came here for that?! For Buu?!!
Well, for your information, he's already been here, did his worst and was beaten. He's now a friend. So you wasted
your time, but managed to ruin everything for me!" And with that, Trunks' voice broke, as he too started to cry.
Futilely, Mirai Trunks said, "I'm sorry. He didn't know. He thought it was you. Please, don't take it out on him."
Trunks regarded him with hatred as fat tears seeped out of his eyes. However, the words gave a tiny part of him hope.
He looked, really looked, at the man in front of him, and had to admit that looking at him, they were identical, but
for the hair. Their voices were evenly matched, using the same inflections. They were the same height and build.
Everything about them was identical. But he was angry too, and part of him felt betrayed that Gohan could mistake
him for another, even if it was the same man that he was, even from another time.
"Just go! I never want to see you again. You don't belong here. Just get the hell out!"
Mirai Trunks looked down, feeling such hatred for himself. He had done good all those years ago when he prevented them
all from tragedy, but whatever good he had done was now negated by how he had hurt this version of himself and the man
that he loved in this time, and his own. He quietly left, knowing that any words he would say would not help.
* * *
Trunks stood in the kitchen for awhile, just shaking, feeling that everything he had believed in the last two days were
just a lie. He kept thinking back to Gohan's confession just last night of how it was that other Trunks that started
these feelings Gohan had for him. He was so angry that he just wanted to trash everything. He just wanted to scream
and curse and go after that other longhaired version of himself and kill him.
Like a zombie, he made his way back to the bedroom, ready to just beat the hell out of Gohan and be done with him once and
for all. As he neared the doorway, though, he could hear the despondent sobs of Gohan and felt his heart ache. He
quietly approached and just stood in the doorway, looking at Gohan, who lay on the bed, facing away from him, still naked,
and weeping uncontrollably.
Trunks fought the urge to just embrace him and soothe all the hurt away. He continued to watch as Gohan cried, many minutes
passing by.
Gohan never stopped. Gohan thought he had ruined it all. He had betrayed his Beloved and knew what he had said the night
before. He, in his heart, had every reason to believe that his Trunks would never forgive him or be able to forget those
words. He was under the impression that the damage was irreparable, and the despondency and pain was just too much.
There was little else he could do but weep.
Trunks, compelled by the pain that his love exuded, quietly walked over, undetected by Gohan, and stood over him. He then
reached out his hand and touched the side of Gohan's head.
Gohan flinched as if the Devil himself had touched him.
Trunks was surprised by the reaction.
Gohan turned and looked at him and knew it was his Trunks that had touched him. He threw his arms around Trunks and wept
uncontrollably, smothering his face against the other's abdomen. The grip almost squeezed all the air out of Trunks.
He flinched, he thought. He thought it might be the other that had touched him and he flinched. He then looked down
at his weeping lover and knew that he had been equally betrayed by the sad, grey-eyed man that had bore such a
resemblance to Trunks. It was akin to being raped. With the thought, Trunks knew that he forgave Gohan for it all.
He ran his hands through the thick black hair and with tears coming out of those dark, dark eyes, Gohan looked up
hopefully at his lover.
Trunks pushed him down and gave him a soft kiss.
"Please Trunks, forgive me. I didn't know!" Gohan wailed.
"I know," Trunks said as he petted Gohan's chest.
He then crawled into the bed beside Gohan and kissed and held him until, finally, Gohan's sobs subsided.
"I'm sorry he hurt you, Gohan."
Gohan looked at Trunks, his eyes wet from crying. "You're sorry?"
"Yes. It wasn't fair. And I somehow, being him, feel responsible."
Gohan clung to him, anger in his voice, "You did NOTHING wrong!"
And Trunks could feel himself laugh. As he buried his chin in the thick dark hair of his lover, he couldn't help but
think of the pain he saw in those other grey eyes just like his own. The thought, no matter how hard he tried,
wouldn't go away. Knowing that it was useless to try to ignore these thoughts, he turned to look down at Gohan
clinging to him.
"Gohan, I'm going to go out for a little while." The other looked up at him sharply, fear evident on his pale, innocent
looking face. "Don't worry. I'll be right back. Just stay here." He looked around the room and faked at annoyance.
"Clean up this pigsty, will you!"
At the look on Gohan's face, he had to laugh. He kissed Gohan and then got up. He gave Gohan one last look, sitting
on the edge of the bed, looking at him as if he were trying to remember every detail of Trunks' body and face, and all
Trunks could do was smile at his Babe.
"I'll be right back, Babe. Don't worry."
With that, he left the Castle Corp Headquarters, and standing outside, channeled his thoughts, seeking out his other's ki.
He got the reading and then took off in that direction.
* * *
Mirai Trunks cursed. There was something wrong with the time machine and it just kept stalling half way through its
power up sequence.
"Come on, baby. You can do it!" He tried once more, but the machine just stalled yet again. In misery, he lay his
head on the controls. He wouldn't allow himself to cry. He just wouldn't.
It was with a misted gaze, finally lifting his head, that he saw his other self, regarding him from about 10 feet away.
"You look like you could use some help!" Trunks called to him.
Mirai Trunks opened the dome above his head and climbed out, not daring to hope at the friendly way that his other self
had called out to him. He jumped down and faced him.
"Yes, it would seem so."
"Mom could probably fix what is wrong. You should go and see her."
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"I understand you." Trunks looked at him, seeing the startled look playing on Mirai Trunks' face. "I'm not excusing
what you did to Gohan. That was rotten, but I know that if I lost him the way you lost your Gohan, I'd probably be
really messed up too if he suddenly appeared wanting to make love to me."
Mirai Trunks looked down at his feet in the shame that threatened to consume him. With a shaking and meek voice he said,
"Thank you. That is much more than I should have ever expected from you."
He looked up, pain in his eyes. Trunks could finally see how much he regretted what he had done and he felt that same
sympathy for his other self well up again within him.
He was going to do this.
"Look, you should see Mom, but they might be a little freaked out. I will go over first to kind of prepare them for your
arrival. Bra, especially, should need something in advance."
Mirai Trunks regarded Trunks quizzically. "Bra?"
Trunks smiled at him. "Our little sister."
And the look that came over Mirai Trunks, startled, yet happy, and sad all at the same time, filled his face. He had a
siste -- a sister he never had known about.
And Trunks saw the look in that face and really, fully felt sorry for this other Trunks. He realized how lucky he was.
He had his family and Gohan. And this Trunks, had nothing. Just their Mom. But nothing else. He felt such emptiness
thinking about it and knew that what he was planning to do would be the right thing.
"Ok? I'm going to go. You wait here, Ok?"
Mirai Trunks smiled at him for the first time, shyly. "Ok."
With that, Trunks took off, headed for his family's home.
* * *
"What?! Trunks is here!?" Bulma looked happy and scared at the same time. Trunks reassured her that the other just had
made a mistake and had come to warn them of something that no longer mattered on this plane of existence. He saw the
look on his father's face, and smiled inwardly. It was obvious that Vegeta looked forward to seeing the son from so long
ago once again.
"Hey Mom, where's the dragon radar. I need it."
Bulma gave him a quizzical look. "Trust me, Mom. It's important."
"Ok, hon. It's in my top drawer upstairs."
"All right," he said as he ran towards the steps. He only stopped briefly to give his stunned sister's upper arm a squeeze.
She looked at him, the questions just brimming, but there was no time.
"Look, just give him a big hug when he gets here. He needs it, OK?"
With that, he ran upstairs to get the dragon radar.
* * *
He returned to Mirai Trunks and gave him directions to the new Briefs home. The other gave him a warm smile before taking
off.
"Thank you, Trunks."
Trunks smiled at him.
Once he could no longer see him, Trunks took off using the dragon radar.
* * *
"What is your wish?"
And Trunks, trembling a little at what he was about to do, made his wish.
"It shall be done."
Then Shenron, in a flash, disappeared.
In his place, a tall man stood, looking confused. He then noticed Trunks and his eyes lit up.
Trunks breathed in heavily, understanding in an instant the loss that his other half must have felt. The tall man was
scarred across one eye, down to his cheek. He was also missing an arm.
But other than that, he resembled his own Gohan in every other way.
The other Gohan came forwards, as if to hug him.
"Whoa, hold on there. I'm not who you think I am."
He regarded the other's look of confusion and started to explain himself.
* * *
He watched as the reunion took place. Both young men embraced, but it was clear that they wouldn't take it further,
their not having ever allowed such feelings to show for each other when they were together back in their own time.
But Trunks did not doubt that all of that would come later, seeing the look of happiness in their eyes as they looked
at each other.
They thanked him, holding back tears. He blushed.
He didn't know what they would do, there being only enough room for one occupant in the time machine. Bulma was already
busy trying to figure out what was wrong, but he didn't care. If they stayed, it would make no difference to his
happiness. He had his own Gohan and seeing that reunion only confirmed for him the fact of his own good fortune.
He would do nothing to squander such happiness.
* * *
Trunks returned home to find Gohan in the midst of folding his own clothes. Everything else was put away.
Gohan stopped what he was doing and looked at Trunks hopefully.
Trunks came over to him and gave him a tender kiss.
"Gohan, I love you with all of my heart."
Gohan hugged him fiercely.
"I love you too, Trunks."
They kissed for a long time. They later made love, tenderly, in their bed, with fresh linens and a warm scented incense
stick burning. Afterwards, Trunks told him everything that had took place since he had left.
Gohan marveled at how kind and generous an act it had been.
Trunks felt somehow better for it all. He felt the elation of giving of himself to another. He kissed Gohan, his
happiness complete and secure.
They entwined their fingers and smiled at each other, foreheads touching.
* * *
They remained together for the rest of their lives and always felt such true bliss and happiness at only a mere smile
from the other.
The end.
Title: LEARNING NEW THINGS, part 11 (Final Chapter)
AUTHOR: DHARMASERENITY
Archive : yes
Category : Yaoi/Shonen ai, angst, Lemon/Lime, S&M
Answer to Challenge #16
Pairing(s): Gh x Tr (yaoi = sex) alternating dominance
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,
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.
Gohan stared in horror at the look on Trunks face, as Trunks stood motionless in the doorway. Gohan started to convulse,
his body racked with sobs, fearing that he had ended this thing that he wanted so bad.
Trunks could hear the sobs coming from Gohan, but couldn't stop looking in the eyes of the other one. The one just like
him.
Mirai Trunks just stared back at the young man in the doorway, not knowing what to do. He could see anger and hatred
build in that other face identical to his own.
"Get dressed you fuck!" This was directed at Mirai Trunks.
Mirai Trunks got up silently, and heard Gohan behind him move away as if he were some pariah. He felt hollow inside, as
if his insides had been scooped out of him.
What did he do? Why did he let this happen?!
He looked sorrowfully at the angry young man that looked as if he wanted to shred him to pieces.
"I'm sorry." He knew how hollow it sounded, but he meant it. He said it to both men in the room, one not looking at
him and sobbing uncontrollably, the other looking as if he would murder him on the spot.
"YOU BASTARD!" was all Trunks could say in response. Mirai Trunks, fatherless, felt the sting of those words. He knew
they were aimed purposely, but he also knew he deserved them for what he had done.
He yanked up his pants and looked for his jacket.
"GET OUT!!!"
Mirai Trunks looked back at the younger man, his jacket in hand. He then looked at Gohan, who wouldn't meet his eyes.
Gohan was weeping so hard that he started to hiccup. There was nothing he could say to him.
He walked past Trunks and felt the other wanting to reach out and assault him somehow, but Trunks managed to control
himself. But Trunks did follow Mirai Trunks out of the room.
"YOU BASTARD!" again. Mirai Trunks turned around to regard his other self. He felt truly sorry for hurting the both
of them, but could offer nothing to pay for what he had done. But one thing...
"I'm sorry Trunks. I shouldn't have done it. But I'll not bother you with my presence any longer than for what I need
to tell you." He then went into a description of the creature that had attacked earth in his own time. Trunks listened,
a bitter, scornful look on his face much like the look their father often showed to the world.
The face staring back at him, once he finished, twisted further in scorn and fury. "You came here for that?! For Buu?!!
Well, for your information, he's already been here, did his worst and was beaten. He's now a friend. So you wasted
your time, but managed to ruin everything for me!" And with that, Trunks' voice broke, as he too started to cry.
Futilely, Mirai Trunks said, "I'm sorry. He didn't know. He thought it was you. Please, don't take it out on him."
Trunks regarded him with hatred as fat tears seeped out of his eyes. However, the words gave a tiny part of him hope.
He looked, really looked, at the man in front of him, and had to admit that looking at him, they were identical, but
for the hair. Their voices were evenly matched, using the same inflections. They were the same height and build.
Everything about them was identical. But he was angry too, and part of him felt betrayed that Gohan could mistake
him for another, even if it was the same man that he was, even from another time.
"Just go! I never want to see you again. You don't belong here. Just get the hell out!"
Mirai Trunks looked down, feeling such hatred for himself. He had done good all those years ago when he prevented them
all from tragedy, but whatever good he had done was now negated by how he had hurt this version of himself and the man
that he loved in this time, and his own. He quietly left, knowing that any words he would say would not help.
* * *
Trunks stood in the kitchen for awhile, just shaking, feeling that everything he had believed in the last two days were
just a lie. He kept thinking back to Gohan's confession just last night of how it was that other Trunks that started
these feelings Gohan had for him. He was so angry that he just wanted to trash everything. He just wanted to scream
and curse and go after that other longhaired version of himself and kill him.
Like a zombie, he made his way back to the bedroom, ready to just beat the hell out of Gohan and be done with him once and
for all. As he neared the doorway, though, he could hear the despondent sobs of Gohan and felt his heart ache. He
quietly approached and just stood in the doorway, looking at Gohan, who lay on the bed, facing away from him, still naked,
and weeping uncontrollably.
Trunks fought the urge to just embrace him and soothe all the hurt away. He continued to watch as Gohan cried, many minutes
passing by.
Gohan never stopped. Gohan thought he had ruined it all. He had betrayed his Beloved and knew what he had said the night
before. He, in his heart, had every reason to believe that his Trunks would never forgive him or be able to forget those
words. He was under the impression that the damage was irreparable, and the despondency and pain was just too much.
There was little else he could do but weep.
Trunks, compelled by the pain that his love exuded, quietly walked over, undetected by Gohan, and stood over him. He then
reached out his hand and touched the side of Gohan's head.
Gohan flinched as if the Devil himself had touched him.
Trunks was surprised by the reaction.
Gohan turned and looked at him and knew it was his Trunks that had touched him. He threw his arms around Trunks and wept
uncontrollably, smothering his face against the other's abdomen. The grip almost squeezed all the air out of Trunks.
He flinched, he thought. He thought it might be the other that had touched him and he flinched. He then looked down
at his weeping lover and knew that he had been equally betrayed by the sad, grey-eyed man that had bore such a
resemblance to Trunks. It was akin to being raped. With the thought, Trunks knew that he forgave Gohan for it all.
He ran his hands through the thick black hair and with tears coming out of those dark, dark eyes, Gohan looked up
hopefully at his lover.
Trunks pushed him down and gave him a soft kiss.
"Please Trunks, forgive me. I didn't know!" Gohan wailed.
"I know," Trunks said as he petted Gohan's chest.
He then crawled into the bed beside Gohan and kissed and held him until, finally, Gohan's sobs subsided.
"I'm sorry he hurt you, Gohan."
Gohan looked at Trunks, his eyes wet from crying. "You're sorry?"
"Yes. It wasn't fair. And I somehow, being him, feel responsible."
Gohan clung to him, anger in his voice, "You did NOTHING wrong!"
And Trunks could feel himself laugh. As he buried his chin in the thick dark hair of his lover, he couldn't help but
think of the pain he saw in those other grey eyes just like his own. The thought, no matter how hard he tried,
wouldn't go away. Knowing that it was useless to try to ignore these thoughts, he turned to look down at Gohan
clinging to him.
"Gohan, I'm going to go out for a little while." The other looked up at him sharply, fear evident on his pale, innocent
looking face. "Don't worry. I'll be right back. Just stay here." He looked around the room and faked at annoyance.
"Clean up this pigsty, will you!"
At the look on Gohan's face, he had to laugh. He kissed Gohan and then got up. He gave Gohan one last look, sitting
on the edge of the bed, looking at him as if he were trying to remember every detail of Trunks' body and face, and all
Trunks could do was smile at his Babe.
"I'll be right back, Babe. Don't worry."
With that, he left the Castle Corp Headquarters, and standing outside, channeled his thoughts, seeking out his other's ki.
He got the reading and then took off in that direction.
* * *
Mirai Trunks cursed. There was something wrong with the time machine and it just kept stalling half way through its
power up sequence.
"Come on, baby. You can do it!" He tried once more, but the machine just stalled yet again. In misery, he lay his
head on the controls. He wouldn't allow himself to cry. He just wouldn't.
It was with a misted gaze, finally lifting his head, that he saw his other self, regarding him from about 10 feet away.
"You look like you could use some help!" Trunks called to him.
Mirai Trunks opened the dome above his head and climbed out, not daring to hope at the friendly way that his other self
had called out to him. He jumped down and faced him.
"Yes, it would seem so."
"Mom could probably fix what is wrong. You should go and see her."
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"I understand you." Trunks looked at him, seeing the startled look playing on Mirai Trunks' face. "I'm not excusing
what you did to Gohan. That was rotten, but I know that if I lost him the way you lost your Gohan, I'd probably be
really messed up too if he suddenly appeared wanting to make love to me."
Mirai Trunks looked down at his feet in the shame that threatened to consume him. With a shaking and meek voice he said,
"Thank you. That is much more than I should have ever expected from you."
He looked up, pain in his eyes. Trunks could finally see how much he regretted what he had done and he felt that same
sympathy for his other self well up again within him.
He was going to do this.
"Look, you should see Mom, but they might be a little freaked out. I will go over first to kind of prepare them for your
arrival. Bra, especially, should need something in advance."
Mirai Trunks regarded Trunks quizzically. "Bra?"
Trunks smiled at him. "Our little sister."
And the look that came over Mirai Trunks, startled, yet happy, and sad all at the same time, filled his face. He had a
siste -- a sister he never had known about.
And Trunks saw the look in that face and really, fully felt sorry for this other Trunks. He realized how lucky he was.
He had his family and Gohan. And this Trunks, had nothing. Just their Mom. But nothing else. He felt such emptiness
thinking about it and knew that what he was planning to do would be the right thing.
"Ok? I'm going to go. You wait here, Ok?"
Mirai Trunks smiled at him for the first time, shyly. "Ok."
With that, Trunks took off, headed for his family's home.
* * *
"What?! Trunks is here!?" Bulma looked happy and scared at the same time. Trunks reassured her that the other just had
made a mistake and had come to warn them of something that no longer mattered on this plane of existence. He saw the
look on his father's face, and smiled inwardly. It was obvious that Vegeta looked forward to seeing the son from so long
ago once again.
"Hey Mom, where's the dragon radar. I need it."
Bulma gave him a quizzical look. "Trust me, Mom. It's important."
"Ok, hon. It's in my top drawer upstairs."
"All right," he said as he ran towards the steps. He only stopped briefly to give his stunned sister's upper arm a squeeze.
She looked at him, the questions just brimming, but there was no time.
"Look, just give him a big hug when he gets here. He needs it, OK?"
With that, he ran upstairs to get the dragon radar.
* * *
He returned to Mirai Trunks and gave him directions to the new Briefs home. The other gave him a warm smile before taking
off.
"Thank you, Trunks."
Trunks smiled at him.
Once he could no longer see him, Trunks took off using the dragon radar.
* * *
"What is your wish?"
And Trunks, trembling a little at what he was about to do, made his wish.
"It shall be done."
Then Shenron, in a flash, disappeared.
In his place, a tall man stood, looking confused. He then noticed Trunks and his eyes lit up.
Trunks breathed in heavily, understanding in an instant the loss that his other half must have felt. The tall man was
scarred across one eye, down to his cheek. He was also missing an arm.
But other than that, he resembled his own Gohan in every other way.
The other Gohan came forwards, as if to hug him.
"Whoa, hold on there. I'm not who you think I am."
He regarded the other's look of confusion and started to explain himself.
* * *
He watched as the reunion took place. Both young men embraced, but it was clear that they wouldn't take it further,
their not having ever allowed such feelings to show for each other when they were together back in their own time.
But Trunks did not doubt that all of that would come later, seeing the look of happiness in their eyes as they looked
at each other.
They thanked him, holding back tears. He blushed.
He didn't know what they would do, there being only enough room for one occupant in the time machine. Bulma was already
busy trying to figure out what was wrong, but he didn't care. If they stayed, it would make no difference to his
happiness. He had his own Gohan and seeing that reunion only confirmed for him the fact of his own good fortune.
He would do nothing to squander such happiness.
* * *
Trunks returned home to find Gohan in the midst of folding his own clothes. Everything else was put away.
Gohan stopped what he was doing and looked at Trunks hopefully.
Trunks came over to him and gave him a tender kiss.
"Gohan, I love you with all of my heart."
Gohan hugged him fiercely.
"I love you too, Trunks."
They kissed for a long time. They later made love, tenderly, in their bed, with fresh linens and a warm scented incense
stick burning. Afterwards, Trunks told him everything that had took place since he had left.
Gohan marveled at how kind and generous an act it had been.
Trunks felt somehow better for it all. He felt the elation of giving of himself to another. He kissed Gohan, his
happiness complete and secure.
They entwined their fingers and smiled at each other, foreheads touching.
* * *
They remained together for the rest of their lives and always felt such true bliss and happiness at only a mere smile
from the other.
The end.