Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Little Warriors All Grown up ❯ Relief ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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I’m currently looking for a Beta-Reader for this story as I think it’s think I need someone to discuss the plot with. And I think It’s maybe a good idea to get someone else to read it for grammar and spelling mistakes. I read my chapters a few times but sometimes I completely fly over some mistakes.

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Trunks eyed the glorious sandwich he just finished building. It consisted of 3 layers of bread with lots of left-over shaved ham, lettuce, tomato and any other vegetable he could find in the vegetable pantry. He knew it was a bad idea having lunch this late but after working with his mother all morning he needed to fill his hungry stomach.

Her latest mission was to make some kind of pill or cream that would bring her young beauty back. Or at least to help with the ageing affects, but it was more-or-less trying to somehow make something that would resemble the aging of Saiyans. Trunks didn’t see the point; his mother was beautiful as it is. But of course, she always begged to differ especially when Goku told her two years ago that she looked like she finally caught up to her age.

“I’m 53 Trunks, I need to start worrying about my age,” she explained earlier that morning. Trunks just dropped the subject before some-sort of brawl would begin. His father didn’t mind it as much. Heck, as far as he knew they were still at it like a couple of hormonal teenagers, which is the exact same reason as to why Bulla was ever conceived in the first place.

-Women are just always too fussy about what they look like. - He concluded.

“You don’t have to glare at it like it’s going to run away,” Bulma broke his trail of thoughts.

Trunks looked up at his mum who was leaning against the counter. She had juice in one hand while in the other was her daily planner.

“Sorry, guess I just got carried away,” Trunks muttered, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Vegeta’s expecting you after you’ve eaten,”

Trunks nodded as he chewed. Of course this was daily routine. After lunch he’d have to train with his dad for a minimal amount of two hours. Not that he minded. He realised just how much he missed the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Sparring with someone like his dad was exhilarating and it was even better when he could land a punch on that sour face too.

“Ms Briefs, Son Goten has entered the building,” the intercom spoke, breaking the silence between Bulma and Trunks.

“That’s a surprise, did you invite him over?” Bulma asked.

“Nope?” Trunks looked towards the door to see Goten fly past it. Trunks had to hold back the laughter or else he would’ve choked on his already dry sandwich.

“Wonder where he’s heading to?” Bulma thought out loud.

“Oh he’ll be back, he probably thinks I’m in the room,” Trunks explained.

“Wouldn’t he just sense your ki in the kitchen?”

“Mum, he looked like he was in a rush; I don’t think he even thought about it,”
Bulma laughed. That’s Goten for you, in some ways he was just like Goku.

“Anyway, I’m going back to work.”
“Okay,” Trunks nodded, finishing off his sandwich.

Goten knew Trunks was in the kitchen. Heck, he felt his ki in the kitchen even when he was outside of Capsule Corp. But locating Trunks wasn’t the first priority when he entered the dome-shaped building. No, he was seeking a toilet or at least some room. The itch had become uncontrollable but somewhat painful at the time and he thought it would’ve looked odd if he stopped somewhere to itch himself.

Goten found the guest toilet easily enough and grunted in satisfaction at his release of itchiness but little did he know Bulma was walking past.
Bulma heard the grunts and moans, stopping to look at the door. –What the hell in Kami’s name is that? - She thought. She was about to knock until she heard Goten moan once more. –Actually, I don’t even WANT to know what’s going on in there. - She snorted and carried on towards her lab.

-Teenage boys, they’ll jack off just about anywhere.- Bulma concluded. –But heck, why in my house? Must be those Saiyan hormones making a comeback.- she nodded. –Reminds me of when Trunks hit puberty. Huhuhu... That was hilarious.-

Trunks too heard noises behind the closed door as he headed towards his bedroom. He thought he would’ve found Goten in his room or even in the apartment on the highest floor, but boy was he wrong. He knew it was Goten behind the door, but what he couldn’t understand was why Goten was making such noises.

Goten stiffened, flushing the toilet even though he didn’t use it. He didn’t want anyone who walked past to be suspicious. He sighed in relief. –Another close call. I really need to sort out this problem of mine.-

“So, did you enjoy yourself in there?” Trunks asked as Goten opened the door. Goten nearly screamed in surprise when he first heard his friend’s voice. He didn’t even feel Trunks’ ki while he was in the bathroom. Goten blushed, looking down to the floor. –Oh man, this is just perfect.-

Trunks tried his best to hold in the laughter that was fighting its way out. He didn’t want to laugh though; it would only make Goten even more embarrassed.

“So that’s why you were in such a rush,”

“No! No it wasn’t...” Goten grew even redder, looking up to see Trunks slightly shaking with tears in his eyes.

“It’s not fucking funny!”
Trunks let the laughs slip while he took hold of the wall.

“What happened? Did you get an awkward boner or something on the way?”

“No!!! No, no, no!!! It’s completely the opposite!” Goten nearly shouted, walking past Trunks to head to somewhere a little more private. For all he knew Bulla could be lurking around and listening to their *grown up* conversation. That would be the last thing he needed; extra baggage on this already heavy experience.

Once they were in the safety of Trunks’ room he sighed in relief. Goten was unsure of how to tell Trunks though. It was embarrassing enough with Gohan and Videl knowing.

“So what are you doing here?” Trunks asked.

-Come on Goten, just tell him. What’s the worst that could happen?-

“Well? I don’t have all day; Vegeta’s waiting for me in the gravity room. I think he’ll probably burst into the room in a few minutes if I don’t hurry.”

“You’re training again?” Goten asked. This was new, he swore Trunks always had excuses to not train because of university.

“He’s forcing me. You know Vegeta, he thinks I’m getting *soft*”

“He’s not forcing me into this as well is he?” Goten asked wryly.

“Only when you move in,”

“Ahhh man! That’s so not cool!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault, if you want out, you gotta’ talk to him, not me.”

Goten just nodded. Training wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. Adventure was, but training? Sure, he loved a good spar and all, but over the years he had to admit that he became too lazy to give it a big shot. Of course, that never stopped his father or Vegeta. Heck, as far as he knew, they still trained day-in and day-out.

“So, why are you here?” Trunks broke the silence, moving over to his cupboard draws to get out a tank top and a pair of spandex shorts, very similar to Vegeta’s.

“I have a question...”

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“You can’t laugh... I need you to be serious,” Goten glared at Trunks as he took off his shirt. Goten looked away from Trunks’ naked chest. A boner or at least dirty thoughts was another thing he was avoiding at this very moment.

“Ahh come on Goten, you know me.... I’m the most serious one out of us two,”

“If you laugh, I swear Trunks Briefs, I’ll kick you where it hurts,” Goten bluffed. No way would he ever do such a thing to Trunks. He hoped Trunks didn’t hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“Gee, is that how you act to a friend you foreplay with? Are you this cranky all the time to your hook ups?”

“Oh shut up Trunks!” Goten blushed. He still hasn’t had the time to properly think through that wild night. Well, that’s if you don’t count replaying the moments during night time when you’re all alone in bed.

“Alright, alright, I see you are still uncertain about that, sorry. Right, so what’s your question?”
Goten bit his lip. –Just say it, he won’t laughed, he promised.-

“You know how you... shave down there?”
Trunks nodded.

“When I went home the next day I thought I’d give a try,” Goten stuttered. –Oh Kami, this is so embarrassing, what’s he even going to think!?-

Trunks had to force every muscle in his body not to smile. The thought of Goten being hairless down there was too tempting for him.

“Anyway, long story short, here I am, in your room, about to bag you out because you didn’t tell me how fucking itchy it would be!!!” Goten raised his voice only to realise that thinking of it was making it itch even more.

Trunks wasn’t too sure what to hold on to for support. –Itchy?- He chuckled inwardly. –Oh Kami Goten, what the hell did you do to yourself?- Trunks pressed his arm around his stomach to try and stop the laughter that was slowly building up. He wasn’t quite too sure if he was shocked or if he found it hilarious. The thought alone of Goten shaving was hilarious by itself.

“Seriously Trunks, why didn’t you tell me it itches this bad!?”

“Because you never asked! You just went along by yourself and did it,”

“Well yeah... I just didn’t think this would happen!”

“Did you even bother to look it up on the internet at least?”

Goten paused. Actually, no that never even crossed his mind. He inwardly kicked himself knowing he could’ve avoided this embarrassing confrontation if he just looked it up. –how stupid!!!-

“Oh shut up, that never came to mind, plus to make things worse Gohan had the honour of walking in on me,”

Trunks’ eyes grew larger. He slightly shook, trying so hard to keep in the laughter. –Poor innocent Gohan walked into Goten!? This just keeps getting better and better!-

“Ha, guess that is pretty funny, I was laughing and slapping myself when he left,”

Goten chuckled. Trunks found this an opportunity to let out just a tad of his laughter. He would have to hold it in until later.

“So anyway, I was hoping you’d give me something to stop this... because surely you’ve had this thing happen before?”

“How did you shave anyway? We don’t need shavers?” Trunks’ curiosity got the better of himself. He had to get this out before the real conversation started.

“Well... see.... um...” Goten gulped. “My mum’s shaver... I made sure it was a new blade! Don’t worry!”

Trunks had to try and suppress the laughter once more. –Kami Goten... Your mum’s shaver!? What were you thinking!?-

“That’s quite disturbing; I won’t even give that a second thought.”

“So... are you saying I could’ve just gotten rid of the hair down there the same way as we do for facial hair?” Goten stated rather than asking. Why did that not even cross his mind in the first place?

“It’s probably itchy because you went against the hair growth,” Trunks spoke.

“Did you use any shaving cream?” he quickly asked.

“No?” Goten looked in disgust. Shaving cream smelt horrible, or at least, the kind his mother had. There was no way he was going to have his... area... smell like flowers.

“Did you use moisturising cream afterwards? Or like any anti-sceptic stuff?”

Goten made a face. –Moisturisers? Creams? What in the world is Trunks thinking?-

“You know that humans generally place cream down there to make the itchiness go away. But I think yours is mainly itchy because the hair is growing back and since you shaved it with a shaver, possibly meaning you shaved against the grain. Our skin is a lot tougher than humans, so we wouldn’t need stuff like they do, but our hair seems to grow faster... Well at least that counts for us hybrids.”

“So what do I do to stop the itching?” Goten asked.

“Get rid of the hair like how you get rid of your facial hair. Easy as that. Once you start shaving, there’s no end. Generally it’ll be itchy if you grow it out again since the short hairs are rubbing against fabric.”

“That makes sense. I’ll try it. But are you sure there’s nothing that I can do to get rid of the itchiness if it comes back?”

“Just have a look in my bathroom; I’m sure you’ll find something. Look, I really got to get going, Vegeta’s probably pissed already. Come join us when you’re done,” Trunks replied, quickly hopping out of his jeans and into spandex shorts.

Goten only nodded.

“I’m glad I came then, thanks for not making a big deal out of it. It’s pretty funny, I’ll admit that. But it’s horrible as well because even Goku started to realise my pain,”

Trunks was thankful he was looking away to his draws to get out his wristbands. He didn’t want or Goten to see his smile and eyes that was filled with laughter.

“It’s even worse because Gohan told Videl, which was embarrassing by itself actually. I don’t even want to know how much Gohan saw,” Goten sighed, heading towards Trunks’ bathroom.

“Yeah well that just sucks... Catch you later man.” Trunks waved, heading towards the gravity room. He nearly ran but he knew he had to keep a slow pace. But he wasn’t too sure how much longer he could hold his laughter as the memories flooded in about the whole idea. At last the gravity room came into view. He was even happier to note that it wasn’t on a high gravity level. His dad must be taking a break.

Trunks entered the gravity room, shutting the door quickly, leaning his back onto it.

“Why are you la-“ Vegeta was cut off when Trunks burst into his held laughter. Tears ran down his face as he fell to floor, his laughter echoing off the walls of the room. He was completely oblivious to the very stunned Vegeta in the centre.