Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Little Warriors All Grown up ❯ I told her... ( Chapter 20 )

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

Disclaimer: DBZ and its characters belong to Akira Toriyama!

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Goten woke up the next day with a shock as his alarm went off. He looked over his cell phone to see that it was his lunch alarm. He yawned knowing he had one hell of a good sleep. As he lay in bed, running his hands over his stomach, things that happened the night before slowly came back to him. He groaned as he remembered coming out of the closet to Bulma. –Why did I even do that!- He questioned himself. He sighed and reluctantly got out of his bed. He needed to go see Trunks up at Kami's look out. Even though he had the day off and it was supposed to be spent looking around South City, he thought it would be better spent with Trunks.

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"He hasn't eaten in hours, surely his must be starving," Dende spoke to Mr. Popo. They were watching Trunks mediate on the lookout. He had over the last two weeks visited quite often to get some peace and quiet, but this week Dende started to get worried.

"I'll make him something to eat. Oh! I see Goten's coming for a visit too," Mr. Popo spoke, heading towards the building.

Trunks was sitting next to Piccolo on the outer rim of the lookout. Trunks had come up to the lookout, asking Piccolo for some mediating tips. Piccolo had kindly agreed as well as offered a few good spars every now and then.

"Trunks!" Goten shouted, wrapping his arms around his older friend's body from behind.

"Ah!" Trunks shouted as he exited his quiet and calm trance. The bright sky blinded him as his eyes tried to adjust.

"What are you doing here?" Goten asked.

"Well I was mediating," Trunks laughed as he stood up. He felt a bit light headed and his stomach turned as he remembered he hasn't eaten for almost a day.

"Are you okay? You look a bit green," Goten wondered, wrapping his arms around Trunks to embrace him.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," Trunks returned the hug. They lingered in the hug for a while, taking in each other's scents and presences. They didn't have any shame in front of Piccolo nor Dende. They knew their mentors have always watched them from high above.

The smell of food soon drifted their way and both of their stomachs growled. They laughed as they headed to the glorious picnic Mr. Popo had set up for them.

-Z-

"Now that was good!" Trunks patted his stomach as he lay down onto his back. Goten watched Trunks nervously as he played with his fingers.

"What's got you all on edge?" Trunks asked as he opened one eye to look at his younger friend.

"I would say, but I don't want to ruin the perfect moment we're having,"

"It's just a picnic, no big deal."

-Z-

In the distance Dende walked up to Piccolo and offered some water. They looked over the boys, knowing very well that an interesting conversation was about to be held. They had spent the last few weeks watching over the boys. Dende had a lot of interest as to how the boys were coping with such a change. But what he was most curious about was how they were going to make it work and how to tell everyone else. When Trunks had just arrived to the lookout for the first time 2 weeks ago, he wasn't as happy and clear about his decisions as he was now. Dende somewhat felt that Trunks was mad at him, like somehow Trunks thought he was the blame for all these problems. So Dende he took it upon himself to have a chat with Trunks. Hopefully watching over humans had given him some wisdom that he could pass onto the lavender haired boy.

"Why can't you make things easier for me Dende?" Trunks had asked.

"I don't control your fate Trunks,"

"But you're god... You're supposed to have decided our fates or have chosen the things life will throw at us. Can't you give me a little bit of a taste of what to do?"

"Trunks, like I said, I don't have control of anyone's fate. I may be the guardian of earth and perhaps a god to some, but really, I have no part in deciding what will happen in one's life,"

"Some guardian you are then," Trunks had snorted.

"Maybe, but I'm here to look over the humans and to protect them. People make up their own decisions; I don't just magically place a bean in their head which grows into their life,"

"Really? Well I thought that's how it was like? You choose our fates when we are born and make sure we live out to see them."

There was a long pause.

"Trunks, I know you're going through a tough time, but you're strong, you can pull through. Sure, Vegeta may be a little scary, but I think deep down he understands things about you that you didn't know about..."

"Understanding? Fuck no! My father would never give me pity or even try to comfort me. I mean hey, take a look, he barely even recognises me as his son! Let alone thinks I'm a good one!"

"You're wrong,"

"So does that mean you know what people think?"

"No, it just means I watch over people. After watching someone for so long you start to know their motives and how they react. I can see that Vegeta is very proud of you. He's extremely proud at the moment with how much you've been improving with all this training. All I have to say is have a bit of faith in him. As for the other stuff, just take it as it comes. Life is a journey and if you let it, it'll take you on a ride like no other..."

"The ride is a little too crazy at the moment,"

"Maybe, but that's because you're scared and don't know what will happen next. Trust in your instincts,"

"Easier said than done,"

"Look at the facts Trunks. Goten loves you, your father IS proud, your mother will do anything to help you, even if it includes fixing your mistakes like the last one that had happened. You have the Z-fighters who will stand by you. They won't judge you or Goten just over such a little matter,"

"Little matter! This is not a little matter! This is something huge! This is the rest of my life!"

"So what are you going to do Trunks? Are you going to accept it or shun away from it? Are you going to fight for it and ignore your fears? Or are you going to hide away and go for the easier route?"

Trunks walked away from Dende, grunting and mumbling to himself. Dende shook his head; he couldn't believe how much he seemed to be like Vegeta at that moment.

-Z-

Goten just sighed as he leaned down onto Trunks. He rested his head onto his older friend's chest, feeling his head moving with the rise of Trunks' breathing. The lavender haired boy's arm slowly snaked around his younger friend.

"What's wrong Goten?" Trunks broke the silence. Goten groaned inwardly as he was starting to drift to sleep. Even though he just had a long sleep and a filling breakfast (thanks to Mr. Popo), he suddenly felt tired and comfortable in Trunks' arms.

"Can't we just stay like this a bit longer before I have to ruin this peace?" Goten mumbled. Trunks chuckled, running his other hand through Goten's dark hair. Goten's hair was soft as no gel was rubbed into it. Without the gel, Goten's hair mimicked Gohan's by standing up right. Goten had in the past asked Bulma for some sort of gel that could hold a Saiyan's hair in place. After much experimental work, they finally made something worth-while, which was also another reason he had cut his originally shaggy hair just after graduating.

"Wouldn't it be better if you got it off your chest?"

There was a long pause as Goten thought about how he was going to break the news to Trunks.

"Last night I was invited to go to some thermal spa place with Madam Crab,"

"Oh Kami, I feel for you. That lady is a weird case,"

"Her daughter came onto me after I was sure to give her hints that I wasn't interested,"

"Weirdo number 2. She's worse... But yikes, you should've just told her straight out. She can be a bit pushy,"

"I tried, but she didn't listen to me,"

"So..." Trunks drifted, not quite sure where this was heading.

"She got a bit personal and invaded my... space. I got mad and rushed out,"

"She touched you didn't she?" Trunks' voice hardened, his grip tightening around Goten's arm.

"I shoved her off and rushed out," Goten said once more.

"And?"

"I was upset. I've never had someone do that before..."

"Did... Did you do something?" Trunks asked warily.

"By something, do you mean nearly breaking down the whole building with one punch?"

Trunks' chuckle left as fast as it came. It wasn't fair of him to laugh at Goten.

"I just cried. I think I had a nervous break down... I just kept thinking about mum and home... and you of course. So I went back to my hotel room and got my head cleared up,"

"And you decided to visit me the next day?"

"No, I listened to the card that you gave me. I wanted to talk to you so I called Capsule Corp, but Bulma answered,"

"What did my mother say?' Trunks' curiously killed him. He had asked that neither she nor Vegeta to bother him while he was the lookout. Thankfully they respected his choice; well at least he thought they did.

"She told me you were up here and asked me how the deliveries were going,"

"Thank Kami... I was hoping she wouldn't ask you about me,"

Goten let out a nervous laugh. Was he going to tell Trunks what happened next? Suddenly his confidence lowered and he didn't feel so good about the whole subject.

"I..." Goten mumbled, still unsure.

"You what?" Trunks asked, his hand still running through his younger friend's hair in comforting strokes.

"We got talking about stuff and..." Goten tried again. -Why is it so hard to tell Trunks this tiny little piece of detail? Oh right, because it isn't tiny!-

"And I told her I was gay," his voice cracked. Trunks' strokes stopped and he had to control himself to not grab a handful of Goten's hair.

"Why?" Trunks asked through his gritted teeth.

"I'm not too sure. I think I was mad at her for telling Madam Crab that I was single... I think I wanted to tell her straight that I didn't want her to say such things to anyone again... But then I also think it was a spur of the moment type of thing,"

"What did she say?" Trunks asked sternly.

"She was okay with it, no big deal. She said once I go home tomorrow she'll have a chat with me," Goten answered as he sat up to look Trunks in the eyes. Trunks sighed in relief. He was hoping she didn't freak out, or worse, kick him out. But then again, what did he expect? His mother was still hip with today's fashions and stereotypes. She would've been the last one to judge Goten. This gave Trunks a little more faith in his family than he had before.

"I know I shouldn't have told her Trunks. We made a deal that we'd sort us out before telling anyone, but it just somehow happened,"

"Its fine Goten," Trunks smiled.

"You mean it?" Goten asked wryly. He wasn't too sure if it was a fake smile or a real one.

"Yeah. I think you made the right decision in telling my mum. At least now you got her support. I think she might just give the best advice for the both of us about this situation we have."

Goten nodded as he beamed the classic Son grin. He was thankful Trunks hasn't gotten upset about the matter.

"And... I was thinking, just to be fair, you could tell Gohan. That way we'll both have somebody. Hopefully they don't put two and two together and figure out that it's you and I.

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd allow me to talk to Gohan about it,"

"Then we should organise a day to visit them. I miss my mum and I think maybe it would be a good time I actually visited her,"

"How about next week?" Trunks suggested.

"Sounds like a plan."

Goten laid back down onto Trunks' chest. This time he didn't worry about drifting off to sleep as he felt Trunks' smooth hand run up and down his arm. He smiled, feeling at peace for the first time in a while.

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