Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Object of My Obsession ❯ The Point of No Return ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Sosoru-san 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.06.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 461 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.06.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 461 | Status: Completed
Chapter 7
I debated following Trunks. He did fly off quite abruptly after the situation had been
handled. When I held his hand, I could almost feel his pain, his hurt, his uncertainty.
He certainly had more to loose than myself. I just ran the risk of loosing the respect of my
loved ones, he risked that AND loosing the love of his life completely. I looked of into
the distance as his vapor trail began to dissipate near the horizon. I had to follow him.
I had to been flying for what seemed to be a few hours. Where in the world could he had
possibly gone? I knew I was still far off because I could barely feel his ki. Frustrated, I
landed on a near-by island to clear my head. It was a quaint little place. A few trees and
shrubs and a few sea crabs littered the landscape. I kicked up a little bit of sand, my hands
in my pockets. One of the little crabs walked over to me, examining my bare feet.
Cautiously, he walked across my feet. It tickled so much, I picked the little critter up. He
snapped his claws in protest, making me smile. Not wanting to get pinched, I released the
side-walker and watched it scurry off into the water, swimming toward the late afternoon
sun. That's when I realized it had been a few hours since Trunks split. Slowly, I walked
over to where the sand met the water, sat down and waded my feet in the warm sea. A
warm breeze whipped past me, stirring my long raven hair, making it glisten in the pink
rays of the late afternoon sun.
"You are so beautiful…too beautiful"
I turned my head and saw Trunks standing only a few feet from me. It is obvious he had
been suppressing his ki, it still felt like he was very far away.
In a way, he was.
I took in the sight of his masculinity. His strong, regal features cast shadows on his face,
making his stark blue eyes his most predominant point. His shoulder-length lavender hair
blew softly in the warm, salty wind, contrasting his smoldering blue eyes. Those eye, it
was something about those eyes. They said more that any book could. They said, "I'm
hurting. I'm confused. I don't know what to do," and other things I had to dig in deeper
to actually interpret. The bronzed man walked over and sat down behind me, wrapping
his arms around my waist. He gently rested his head upon my shoulder as we both gazed
out to the horizon, looking at the tropical sunset.
As we shared this moment, thoughts ran through my mind. How much did he love me?
He loves Goten more, doesn't he? Would he really pick you over him? Could I hurt
Goten like that? Could I hurt Trunks by declining? I said this wasn't right, didn't I? I
sighed and mentally shook my head. Would there be any answers?
Just as I was exiting my thoughts, Trunks grazed his fingers along my chin, tracing my
neck. I felt a tingle within, then two soft lips planting themselves on the tender skin
behind my ear. I moaned, tilting my head back, wanting more. Instead of more kisses, I
heard words.
"I love you, Pan, I really do. But, I don't know what to do about it," he said, all the while
gently nibbling at my ear. I inhaled and took in his words. They were music, but at the
same time the worst sound I ever heard. My heart was literally aching, throbbing,
longing. What were we going to do?
"Trunks, I love you too, but do you think this is right? I mean, what about Goten? This is
all so new to me. It just feels so odd."
Trunks tightened his grip around me as he took in my words. They must have struck a
cord in him.
"Sweetie," he started, "I have been infatuated with you since you were sixteen. I had been
so ashamed of it. Here I was, a gay man going on thirty fantasizing about his lover's
young niece. I tried to dismiss it at first, but it was hard. I mean, after all, you were a
very attractive girl."
He paused for a moment to kiss my cheek and run my fingers through my hair. He
examined the stands very carefully, as the caught the last rays of day. Gently, he combed
down to the ends and let them fall gracefully onto my shoulders. Then he continued.
"As the years passed, not that it was too long ago," he quietly chuckled, "I saw you
mature from a sexy tomboy to a very sexy, articulate, smart, funny…beautiful woman.
But, I held it all in until the day of the picnic…"
And his words began to trail off. The picnic…I acutely remember the picnic. I knew I felt
something special happen there.
"What happened at the picnic," I asked innocently.
Trunks scooted from behind me and spun me around to face him. I sat Indian style while
his legs where open. He rubbed my arms, all the while looking into my eyes.
"At the picnic, I saw everything I ever wanted. I've been agonizing over this for years,
Pan. On that day, my infatuation turned into love."
I smiled for a moment, but it quickly left my face. There was still a missing piece to this
story.
"What about my uncle," I questioned. "Where does he fit it? Surely I have not replaced
him."
Trunks grit his teeth and drew back a little. I did not like his body language one bit. It
made me uncomfortable, like something bad was going to happen. I could feel my
expression fade, and I knew he saw it too.
"Goten and I have been drifting apart. When gay marriages became legal, it added a
spark for a moment, but it really couldn't fix what was wrong. I am still in love with him,
but I think it's time for me to move on…with you."
His last two words struck me like lightning. He wants to be with me? It is just too
unimaginable. Still in thought, I stood up and turned my back to him, putting my arms
around me as the night air began to set in. I could hear his footsteps approaching, but I
stopped him before he could reach me.
"Goten is my uncle. I cannot hurt him. I love you, Trunks…but this is not right, and you
know it."
I felt myself being spun around on my heels. Trunks was so close to my face out noses
touched. I blushed, but maintained my composure as much as possible. This was a
serious matter and I had to be adult about it.
"Trunks, Goten can never know. You are in love with the man, I can't come in-between
that," I said, almost pleadingly. He shook his head and went back a couple of steps, still
holding my arms.
"He's going to have to know."
"NO," I protested. "I will not hurt him! I can't be with you!"
With tears in my eyes, I shook free of his grip and shot up into the dusk sky. I didn't
know where I was going, or what I was going to do. I just had to get far, far away.
I debated following Trunks. He did fly off quite abruptly after the situation had been
handled. When I held his hand, I could almost feel his pain, his hurt, his uncertainty.
He certainly had more to loose than myself. I just ran the risk of loosing the respect of my
loved ones, he risked that AND loosing the love of his life completely. I looked of into
the distance as his vapor trail began to dissipate near the horizon. I had to follow him.
I had to been flying for what seemed to be a few hours. Where in the world could he had
possibly gone? I knew I was still far off because I could barely feel his ki. Frustrated, I
landed on a near-by island to clear my head. It was a quaint little place. A few trees and
shrubs and a few sea crabs littered the landscape. I kicked up a little bit of sand, my hands
in my pockets. One of the little crabs walked over to me, examining my bare feet.
Cautiously, he walked across my feet. It tickled so much, I picked the little critter up. He
snapped his claws in protest, making me smile. Not wanting to get pinched, I released the
side-walker and watched it scurry off into the water, swimming toward the late afternoon
sun. That's when I realized it had been a few hours since Trunks split. Slowly, I walked
over to where the sand met the water, sat down and waded my feet in the warm sea. A
warm breeze whipped past me, stirring my long raven hair, making it glisten in the pink
rays of the late afternoon sun.
"You are so beautiful…too beautiful"
I turned my head and saw Trunks standing only a few feet from me. It is obvious he had
been suppressing his ki, it still felt like he was very far away.
In a way, he was.
I took in the sight of his masculinity. His strong, regal features cast shadows on his face,
making his stark blue eyes his most predominant point. His shoulder-length lavender hair
blew softly in the warm, salty wind, contrasting his smoldering blue eyes. Those eye, it
was something about those eyes. They said more that any book could. They said, "I'm
hurting. I'm confused. I don't know what to do," and other things I had to dig in deeper
to actually interpret. The bronzed man walked over and sat down behind me, wrapping
his arms around my waist. He gently rested his head upon my shoulder as we both gazed
out to the horizon, looking at the tropical sunset.
As we shared this moment, thoughts ran through my mind. How much did he love me?
He loves Goten more, doesn't he? Would he really pick you over him? Could I hurt
Goten like that? Could I hurt Trunks by declining? I said this wasn't right, didn't I? I
sighed and mentally shook my head. Would there be any answers?
Just as I was exiting my thoughts, Trunks grazed his fingers along my chin, tracing my
neck. I felt a tingle within, then two soft lips planting themselves on the tender skin
behind my ear. I moaned, tilting my head back, wanting more. Instead of more kisses, I
heard words.
"I love you, Pan, I really do. But, I don't know what to do about it," he said, all the while
gently nibbling at my ear. I inhaled and took in his words. They were music, but at the
same time the worst sound I ever heard. My heart was literally aching, throbbing,
longing. What were we going to do?
"Trunks, I love you too, but do you think this is right? I mean, what about Goten? This is
all so new to me. It just feels so odd."
Trunks tightened his grip around me as he took in my words. They must have struck a
cord in him.
"Sweetie," he started, "I have been infatuated with you since you were sixteen. I had been
so ashamed of it. Here I was, a gay man going on thirty fantasizing about his lover's
young niece. I tried to dismiss it at first, but it was hard. I mean, after all, you were a
very attractive girl."
He paused for a moment to kiss my cheek and run my fingers through my hair. He
examined the stands very carefully, as the caught the last rays of day. Gently, he combed
down to the ends and let them fall gracefully onto my shoulders. Then he continued.
"As the years passed, not that it was too long ago," he quietly chuckled, "I saw you
mature from a sexy tomboy to a very sexy, articulate, smart, funny…beautiful woman.
But, I held it all in until the day of the picnic…"
And his words began to trail off. The picnic…I acutely remember the picnic. I knew I felt
something special happen there.
"What happened at the picnic," I asked innocently.
Trunks scooted from behind me and spun me around to face him. I sat Indian style while
his legs where open. He rubbed my arms, all the while looking into my eyes.
"At the picnic, I saw everything I ever wanted. I've been agonizing over this for years,
Pan. On that day, my infatuation turned into love."
I smiled for a moment, but it quickly left my face. There was still a missing piece to this
story.
"What about my uncle," I questioned. "Where does he fit it? Surely I have not replaced
him."
Trunks grit his teeth and drew back a little. I did not like his body language one bit. It
made me uncomfortable, like something bad was going to happen. I could feel my
expression fade, and I knew he saw it too.
"Goten and I have been drifting apart. When gay marriages became legal, it added a
spark for a moment, but it really couldn't fix what was wrong. I am still in love with him,
but I think it's time for me to move on…with you."
His last two words struck me like lightning. He wants to be with me? It is just too
unimaginable. Still in thought, I stood up and turned my back to him, putting my arms
around me as the night air began to set in. I could hear his footsteps approaching, but I
stopped him before he could reach me.
"Goten is my uncle. I cannot hurt him. I love you, Trunks…but this is not right, and you
know it."
I felt myself being spun around on my heels. Trunks was so close to my face out noses
touched. I blushed, but maintained my composure as much as possible. This was a
serious matter and I had to be adult about it.
"Trunks, Goten can never know. You are in love with the man, I can't come in-between
that," I said, almost pleadingly. He shook his head and went back a couple of steps, still
holding my arms.
"He's going to have to know."
"NO," I protested. "I will not hurt him! I can't be with you!"
With tears in my eyes, I shook free of his grip and shot up into the dusk sky. I didn't
know where I was going, or what I was going to do. I just had to get far, far away.