Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Primal Urges ❯ Chapter 20 - Final Chapter! ( Chapter 21 )

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Primal Urges, Chapter 20

 

 

 

“But I also came here to put an end to our marriage.”

 

Trunks looked up and wasn't surprised to see immeasurable sadness in Gohan's eyes. “I don't want you to keep hoping for something that will never happen. I don't want you to pin your hopes on me when you could be starting a relationship with someone...”

 

Gohan looked up sharply at Trunks. “I'm sorry. But I won't fall in love with anyone else. I know that.” Gohan placed his hand over his heart. “I know this in my heart.”

 

Trunks thought that Gohan would interrupt him at some point in the conversation, but he hadn't expected that the man would do so calmly, and with dignity. It surprised him.

 

Trunks said, trying to be the mature one of the two, “You don't know that, Gohan. You don't…”

 

Gohan looked deeply into Trunks eyes. “Did you love him? Me? In the other time? And I don't mean like a brother.”

 

Trunks blinked at Gohan, and felt himself tremble inside, the pain that he had thought he had buried all those years before rising up out of him to fill his eyes with unshed tears.

 

He thought about denying it. He thought about trying to make it something else than it was. But…

 

“Yes. I loved him. I was in love with him.”

 

Gohan looked at Trunks. “And you were young. Tell me Trunks, how could such a young person like you were, still be in love with a dead man?”

 

Trunks was rendered speechless for a moment, staring into those dark eyes.

 

Trunks wiped at the tears that finally spilled down his face. It was all so ridiculous, really. So what if he was young when he fell in love with the Gohan from his time? Trunks wasn't like the young man full of anger that was sitting across from him. Gohan seemed to have changed, but did he really? Could Trunks live with someone so…?

 

And for some reason, the image of his father leaning against a tree in the garden came to mind, to all outward appearances, Vegeta still brooding and cantankerous. Trunks knew just how angry his father had been back when his other self was just a baby; Trunks had seen Vegeta back then with his own eyes. And yet despite everything, Bulma had put her faith in Vegeta. And come to think of it, so did Trunks, Trunks remembering how he relentlessly went after his father's love and finally got it.

 

The realization made Trunks feel like a heel.

 

Trunks looked at Gohan sitting across from him at the table.

 

“Can you honestly tell me that things would be different between us? That this anger that has taken hold of you is truly gone?”

 

Gohan looked into Trunks eyes and with complete and open honesty, he nodded. “Yes Trunks. I…” Gohan looked down and grabbed Trunks hands. “I miss you. I miss my family.” Though he doesn't shed a tear now, there is sadness in his voice, and exhaustion too, “I miss my Dad. What I did was wrong. He's a Saiyan, and like you and I have a drive to be the best at what we do, his drive is only that much stronger. But I know that he loved me. Loves me. And my family. I can see that now.”

 

After listening to Gohan, Trunks finally had hope that things could be different between them.

 

Trunks was frightened, fighting a fear inside that he was doing the wrong thing, but he plowed through anyway. “Please Gohan, will you take me back?”

 

Trunks looked down at their clasped hands, their rings shining in the sunlight filtering through the window.

 

“Can you forgive me? I was the one that ran out on us; that didn't have faith in us, or in you.” He looked at Gohan with hope in his eyes.

 

“Gohan, I love you. And I want you back.

 

~*~*~*~

 

The room was small, almost comically so, with a single bed pushed against a spare wall. There was a small dresser with one single bottle of inexpensive cologne on top of it along with a brush. A stack of textbooks sat in a pile near the bed and the spare night table sported a small touch lamp and a wet ring from a glass on its old varnished wooden surface.

 

Trunks slowly unbuttoned the flannel shirt and slid it off of creamy white skin, his fingertips dancing over Gohan's warm flesh in eager anticipation.

 

Gohan moaned, then pushed Trunks' suit jacket off his shoulders as their mouths met in a hungry, erotic kiss. Trunks sucked Gohan's bottom lip into this mouth, where he nibbled on it gently as he unzipped Gohan's jeans and pulled him free from his boxer briefs, the only thing that seemed to remain of the young man that had stormed through Trunks' life, turning it upside down.

 

Gohan moaned and moved with the gentle strokes of Trunks' hand, as he pulled Trunks' tie free from his shirt before unbuttoning the expensive, white garment. A moment later he pulled Trunks' undershirt over his head, sighing in ecstasy at the sight of Trunks' hair fanning about his golden tan shoulders, a little static electricity making it unruly, the look so becoming on his beautiful lover, nay, husband.

 

“Gohan, I want you so bad.” Trunks kneaded Gohan's arousal as he spoke and the younger man moaned in response.

 

Gohan freed Trunks' of his pants next and then the both of them fell onto his bed, Trunks knocking his head against the all-too-close wall, the both of them stopping for a moment to laugh and smile into each other's eyes.

 

But passion pushed aside mirth as their lips met again, their tongues sliding together, a sensuous tasting as they explored each other fully with their hands, Gohan finally dipping his fingers inside Trunks and brushing against that sweet spot that made Trunks cry out in urgent need.

 

“Gohan! I need you now. Please!”

 

Gohan reached for the lubricant they bought on the way to his apartment and coated his fingers with it before reaching to stretch Trunks, all the while the lavender-haired beauty moaned and moved against his fingers in anticipation.

 

Gohan slid into Trunks' tight embrace, his senses reeling with the delicious, pulsing heat enveloping his twitching cock.

 

Gohan thrust slowly at first, but the look in Trunks' beautiful blue eyes were his cue, so he sped up his movements, his longish hair hanging forward, Trunks burying his hands in it as Trunks arched his lithe body to meet each of Gohan's powerful thrusts.

 

“Gnnn, Trunks, my … you feel like heaven!”

 

“Gohan, oh, don't stop, right there, oh!” Gohan's thrusts nudged Trunks sweet spot deep inside him again and again and soon sent the lavender-haired young man over the edge, Trunks' seed arcing out and covering both of their abdomens as Gohan drowned in the mind-blowing realization of Trunks' muscles spasming around his throbbing arousal.

 

“Oh God, TRUNKS!!!!” Gohan screamed as his seed filled his lover's body, trying to thrust and get every last drop of sensation from the beautiful experience before he collapsed in glee into his lover's embrace.

 

The both of them panted for awhile, smiling as they gazed into each other's eyes.

 

Trunks joked about the small apartment, “At least you're neat.”

 

Gohan laughed. “How can I not be? I don't own anything.” Gohan smiled then kissed Trunks' cheek, then chin. “I missed you so much, Trunks. I'm so sorry for the way I acted.” Gohan looked deeply into Trunks eyes. “You deserved better than that.”

 

The words touched Trunks. Trunks brushed aside Gohan's hair, sensing that Gohan wanted to say something more.

 

Gohan looked at Trunks and with unease in his dark eyes he said, “Trunks, I want to see my family and tell them I'm sorry. Will you come with me?”

 

Trunks held Gohan tight. “Yes, I'll go with you, Gohan. And I think they will want to hear what you have to say.”

 

~*~*~*~

 

Trunks lead the way up the walk to the house and looked over his shoulder at Gohan trailing behind him. Gohan was wearing his old leather jacket, but there was nothing else of the brash young man that used to whip by on a motorcycle, trying to drown out even mere thought with the sound of its engine. Gohan had sold the bike to pay for his tuition for one semester at the community college.

 

Trunks knocked and the door was opened by The Ox King. The big man's expression was one of shock, then elation at the sight of his grandson, looking so different than the last time he had seen him. The man smiled silently at the pair of them, then stepped aside so they could enter.

 

Gohan looked at him with such shame in his countenance that the big man put a hand on his shoulder. “You'll find him out back in the yard.”

 

As they made their way to the backyard, they could hear Chi Chi bustling about in the kitchen and Goten asking her a question about his homework. There would be time to see them soon enough.

 

Gohan let himself out into the backyard and stopped, blinking in shock at the sight that met his eyes. In a chair, sitting by himself, with a sad expression as he leaned his chin on his knee, one leg propped up on the seat, sat Goku. He had lost weight and didn't look anything like the happy Saiyan that everyone knew.

 

Goku was a beaten man. And remorseful. That was evident.

 

Gohan knew how he felt.

 

Gohan walked up to his father in silence, Goku blinking at him stupidly for a few moments before he stood up to face his son. Wordlessly, he pulled Gohan into his embrace and they hugged for a very long time, Gohan smiling tearfully at Trunks over his father's shoulder.

 

Chi Chi poked her head out to ask Goku what he wanted on his burgers, when she blinked at the sight that met her eyes.

 

Trunks turned to her with a wide grin. “Chi Chi, can I have relish on my burger?”

 

~*~*~*~

 

9 years later…

 

“Stop fussing and hold still.”

 

Gohan blinked at Trunks, who was trying to fix the knot he managed to tangle in Gohan's tie. “Trunks, you're making me nervous and I'm nervous enough as it is!”

 

Trunks grinned. “Well, I just want to make sure you look nice for your first day at the University.” Trunks managed to fix the knot then brushed lint off of Gohan's broad shoulders, his blue suit making him look handsome and his short haircut and glasses making him look hopelessly nerdy and professor-like. Ahh, well, Trunks supposed that's what he was supposed to look like now.

 

Trunks grinned at Gohan. “Well, I'll pick you up when you are done for the day, then we'll go over to your parents'house to celebrate. Besides, you promised you were going to have that little talk with Chi Chi about Goten.”

 

Gohan rolled his eyes. “Don't remind me. I mean, Mom accepted us, heck, she was happy to after all of that, but… Goten? She's not going to be happy that he likes guys and not women. She wants grandchildren.” They both laughed at that.

 

Trunks smiled, “Well, you owe it to me. Or shall I say, Trunks. Those two are going to break the news on their own if we're not careful. Two horny teenaged boys can't control themselves and Chi Chi will find out sooner or later. The news might as well come in as soothing a way as possible.” Trunks chuckled, not envying his life partner's task.

 

Gohan grinned and shook his head. “Laugh it up!” He straightened. “Do I look good for my first day on the job?”

 

Trunks smiled at Gohan. “Yeah, you look great.”

 

Gohan grabbed his briefcase. “Well, then I'm off.” He turned to face Trunks at the doorway. “I love you.”

 

Trunks smiled at him, his blue eyes sparkling. “And I love you, Gohan. Always.”

 

Gohan gave him a smile and headed out the door. Trunks, a gooey smile on his face, headed back to the kitchen to fix himself a cup of tea to drink while reading over his files before he had to head into the office later that morning.

 

The End.