Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Story Of You And Me ❯ Part One (concluded) ( Chapter 3 )

I've been subconsciously avoiding Goten all day. I'm actually starting to regret what happened this morning, and I think I might have made things worse then they already were after I caught him in the act last night. Even during dinner, I avoided eye contact with him at all costs, and I know he's upset with me because of it. I think he feels uncomfortable being here now. He only started staying over my house because we were training for fusion again, but now that we finally did it, I'm starting to think he's just going to go back home.

It worries me that we've become so detached like this. We haven't seen much of each other since we started going to high school. Hell, we don't even go to the same high school, which doesn't make it any easier. I have a new group of friends now that take up most of my day, but I would drop any one of them in a second to hang out with Goten again the way we used to. I miss him more than anything.

I used to feel so comfortable around him - I still do I think, but now there are things between us that we don't share with each other. Friends that aren't us. Memories that aren't ours. It didn't become so painfully obvious until after we fused today. I could see too many things that weren't mine, it bothered me, but at least now I know why it did.

When we we're kids - as far back as my memory even goes - Goten was never not a part of the picture. I grew up with him alot different than other kids grow up with their friends, or even their brothers for that matter. It's just that we were the same person long before we ever fused into Gotenks that first time at The Lookout, and we developed something between us that even we couldn't explain to anyone else. Goku thinks it's because we went through so much together as young kids. My dad tells me it's from mixing my blood with 'Kakarott's brat' too much. I think it's just because nobody else in the world could ever understand everything about me like Goten does, just like nobody will ever know him the way I can.

But once we went to high school, and got to see how regular kids acted around each other, it became very clear that our friendship wasn't normal at all. It never occurred to us that we were that close to each other - almost dependent - and we both kind of freaked out about it when other people started to notice. Suddenly, I started trying to act like every other normal kid at my school, just like Goten started acting differently once he started his freshman year, too. I wanted to be like every one else my age, and tried so hard to distance myself from what I really was.

I didn't want it to bother me that I wasn't with Goten all of the time, that he was going on in his life without me. And I definitely didn't want to admit that I needed him more than I should, that all the friends in the world couldn't compare to the strength of the bond we had between us, that I was constantly wondering what he was doing. Or if he was wondering the same about me. I started to care less that our friendship wasn't normal in the first place and, I couldn't stand to be apart from Goten anymore.

I'm hollow without him.

So when Goten suggested that we spend a few weeks together after school let out for the summer, I just assumed that things would go right back to the way they were before. Maybe I depended on it. I didn't expect us to have changed so much, or for us to have become so drastically different from when we used to be together. There are just so many things about him that I don't know anymore, which has been made completely obvious after the incident in the woods this morning. I keep assuming that Goten is still exactly like me and that I'm exactly like him, but it's becoming increasingly harder to realize that we're not the same person anymore.

After I help my mother move some heavy things around in the lab after dinner, I pass by his room and take a quick glance in. Exactly what I feared the most - he's packing.

"Goin' somewhere?" I ask rather unconvincingly, leaning up against the doorway with my hands shoved in my pockets. Can he tell I'm worried sick about this?

He stops folding his clothes, giving me a nervous look that tells me that he probably didn't plan on telling me he was going to leave at all. I feel like shit.

"No, well... I-" he stutters, obviously having no intentions on telling me why. I already know. "I think I should go back home, Trunks. I've been here a while and..."

"And what? You know you're welcome to stay here as long as you want, and it's not like you don't have your own room here or anything," I crack, hearing the pathetic desperate sound to my voice. I shift my weight and look down to my feet, having forgot that I'm still pretty dirty from training earlier today. I just don't want him to go. Maybe it's that I'm afraid he'll never come back.

His attention goes back to idly folding his clothes, responding so quiet I can barely hear him. "It's okay. I'm... just going to go. You know, my mom probably misses me, anyway. And besides, we did the fusion. That's why we did all this, right?"

I'm not sure if he's waiting for an answer to that. There's this horrible tension in the room, so thick I can almost see it. He can't leave like this. I want things back to the way they were, even if it means getting all of this in the wide open.

No matter how awkward it gets.

I casually walk in the doorway of the room and sit on the opposite side of the bed. He pretends not to notice, I think. I quietly clear my throat and decide to break the ice that neither of us have touched in a long, long time.

"So... have you ever kissed a girl before, Chibi?"

That got his attention.

"Wh- what?" He stops all movement. "Uh, yeah...well, n-not really," he stumbles, blushing a brighter shade than I even thought was possible. It's immediately a dead give away that Goten's never talked about things like this with anyone before by the way he's fidgeting with that shirt in his hand. "I mean...w-why do you ask?"

"Just curious, I guess." Deep breath. "I didn't know if you were, you know - doing things like that."

"Well, what about you?"

"Me? Um, yea. There was this girl at school once, I think she was a senior. It was while ago, but she wasn't like my girlfriend or anything," I explain, trying not to be so blunt about it. I accidentally give him eye contact for the first time since this morning, just in time to see them widen at my confession. I'm not sure what to think of his reaction here, to be honest.

"Oh," he eventually replies once the initial shock drops from his face. "I don't know too many girls at my school. I wouldn't even-... well," he trails off, becoming slightly uneasy with where the conversation is going. "Things are... weird now, you know?"

"Yeah."

Uncomfortable silence.

"Trunks?"

"Yeah?"

He lowers his voice. "Have you ever, you know... done anything? With anyone?"

"Like... fooled around?" I can't believe I'm talking to Goten about this.

"Yeah."

I debate whether or not I should actually tell him this, but if we're going to get everything out in the open, I have to lay everything on the table. "Well, I did with that girl one time after school," I mumble, feeling my cheeks burn red with embarrassment. Ironic how I can talk about shit like this with any one of my other friends like it's nothing, but I feel shy around Goten. "We messed around a little in the library after hours, but it wasn't like it was anything serious." I pause before I get brave enough to go into it. "Felt good though..."

That finally gives me a reaction that reminds me of why I came in here in the first place - he's smiling.

"What was it like? I mean, like what did you do with her?" He says with genuine interest before quickly walking over the door to ease it close, careful not to speak too loudly. I relax once I see that glimpse of Old Goten again, and I tell him all about it.

I couldn't be happier - we're actually talking... even thought the topic has changed a bit since the last time we did. I don't care, though. I just want to know everything about him again, even if that means telling him everything about me. I'd rather share every detail of my life with him than spend it apart.

We talk for hours together about alot of things I quite frankly didn't even know Goten was going through, too! I don't know why it surprised me though - he is a half-Saiyan teenage boy like me. I hear this age is tough for even regular human kids, or so I've been told, but me and Goten have been going through hell in comparison.

It's only after we talk about everything do we begin to feel more comfortable joking about it together - just like I thought would have happened last night. I tell him all about that random time at the school library - how it felt so good to be touched by someone else, and explaining why I thought it would be a good idea to try it when we were fused today, even though I don't think I would have done it if I knew Goten hadn't done as much as me on his own yet.

After feeling like we were drifting apart from each other, we wind up hanging out like old times again, almost until three o'clock in the morning. I can feel that strength between us starting to come back, and I feel like we belong together, just like when we were younger. Despite the time we've spent living different lives, we are still exactly the same inside.

I guess some things are just meant to happen in fucked up ways.

I've completely forgotten about packing, but I don't want to leave anymore now. I know I can't stay here forever, since I'm sure my mom and dad do probably miss me after being gone for so long, but I'm starting to remember how nice it feels to be so close with Trunks again.

Everything about us finally feels like it used to. There isn't that awful awkwardness between us like there's been, and I'm starting to realize that it was because we're not supposed to live a life without each other. I'm just excited to have Trunks back, and it feels pretty good to know him again.

Eventually, I look down to my clothes and notice that I'm still pretty filthy from the woods. I guess with everything that has happened today, I wasn't too concerned about it, and I haven't showered since this morning!

"I think I should wash up before I fall asleep like this," I turn my head to tell the half sleeping boy lying down on the bed next to me. I just now notice that Trunks is just as dirty as I am. Typical.

"Yeah, you stink," he jokes, nearly shoving me off the side of the bed before rolling off the other. He sniffs his shirt and makes a face. "... but I think I should hit the showers, too."

"Well, at least I'm not the only one who stinks around here," I tease back, lightly punch him in the shoulder to counter.

Things still haven't changed.

I take off my shirt before throwing it on the pile of dirty clothes I've accumulated over the past few days, and head to the adjoining bathroom. This is definitely another perk to living at Capsule Corporation: private bathrooms! I'm not looking forward to use the water tub in our backyard again, as opposed to my very own private bathroom. Trunks is so lucky to live here!

I say goodnight to him and close the door behind me.

Stripped down, I catch a quick glimpse of my body in the mirror as I adjust the hot water to a tolerable temperature. Two weeks of training have certainly made a difference on me, but it's the Metamoru Fusion Symbol on my shoulder and down my arm that my eyes go to first. I haven't really noticed it in a while. I can still clearly remember that day me and Trunks got them in the Other World, which only serves as a reminder to me why we belong together for reasons that nobody else in the world could ever understand. I trace my hand lightly over that part of the markings that run over and down the corded muscles on my shoulder. Funny how these marks mean so much more to me now than when I got them.

I turn my attention back to the water. I'm normally not one for scalding hot showers, but I figure I might as well take advantage of it while I still can. Dende knows as soon as I get back home, I will not get such luxuries. I will also not get the privacy that I've grown pretty used to here.

Once in the shower, I immediately grab the soap and start scrubbing the dirt off my body and in my hair, pooling up the bottom of the tub with dirty water I'd normally have to sit in if I was in the tub back at home. But the really nice thing about being able to take a shower is that I can do things without anyone knowing...

My mind wanders to things me and Trunks talked about. I think about that girl he fooled around with - how he told me what they did, what it's like to be touched by someone else. I never really thought about it before he said anything, come to think of it. Maybe I am a little behind other guys my age in that aspect, but I am curious to find out what it feels like. I'm starting to wish I remembered a little more of what it felt like this afternoon while we were fused.

Without even thinking about it, my hand starts stroking the most sensitive part of my body as I lean the side of my head against the tiled wall and close my eyes, feeling the hot water beat down on my chest and face as I continue to quicken the pace. I don't even notice the door open or the shower curtain pull back until I hear his voice just inches from behind me.

"I told you it feels better in the shower," he softly plays, reaching around for the soap in the dish in front of me. I jump at the interruption and freeze dead in my tracks. No way I can pretend I wasn't doing what I just was!

"Trunks! What are y-, why are you in here?!" I stutter, unable to let go of myself without exposing my current state wide out in the open. I try to sound nonchalant, but it's coming across more like panic. "D-don't you have your own bathroom or something?"

He goes on like it's nothing. "We've taken baths together before. What's the difference? Besides, you don't have to stop what you're doing on my account," he lightly remarks, lathering the bar of soap between hands and starting to wash up.

Like I'm going to continue with him right behind me!

"Trunks, I-"

"Here," he says as he hands me the soap, ignoring my embarrassment completely.

You know what? Screw it, I'm not going to act like I'm all bothered about this again. So I've got a hard on - big fucking deal! I don't care anymore! It's a part of life, right? And it's just Trunks. Nothing to hide anymore.

I reluctantly take the bar of soap from him and put it back on the little cut out ledge of the shower wall in front of me. I even adjust the water so it hits the both of us, but it's when my hands are occupied with the shower head that I get the biggest shock of my life. I only get two little words as a warning.

"Trust me..."

A soapy hand quickly slides around my waist and wraps around the hard on I was so desperately trying to forget about up until now. Before I can manage to burst out with a scream of pure shock - or what ever reaction you have when your best friend starts jerking you off - he covers my mouth tightly with his other hand, whispering quietly in my ear from behind as he presses the back of my head to his shoulder.

"Relax Chibi! It's only me... Just trust me - it feels better from someone else."

I don't know what the fuck to do! He squeezes his hand over the tip of my erection that's now slippery with soap, pumping over the length in long, smooth strokes. My mind is telling me to push him through the wall, but it feels... oh my god. Why is he doing this!? What am I supposed to do?!

I make weak, pathetic attempts to get free, but it's numbing my judgment so badly I don't know what to think anymore. I close my eyes and stop fighting it, in turn making it clear without words that I don't want him to stop. I still don't know what to do, even as my body shudders from the touch in almost violent spasms. It's abundantly clear that Trunks is way more skilled in this department than I am.

He continues to quicken the pace in perfect rhythm to my need, and slowly removes his hand from over my mouth since the aching moan I've been purring on his palm is proof enough that I'm not going to scream out at this point. Before my knees give way, I brace myself with my hands on the shower wall in front of me, trying hard not to think about what is actually happening right now. I know it's Trunks, but... god, it's fucking Trunks! This is supposed to be wrong!

I squeeze my eyes tight and fist my hands against the wall. It's getting to harder to hold back now. His pace is getting faster and harder, and I don't know how much more of this I can take. His other arm wraps around my waist to support me from collapsing and my entire body instantly flexes over, biting my lip as I force back a whimper under my breath. I feel my body's need to release. I can't hold out much longer. I need... I need to...

"T-Tr-Trunks... I-..."

I can't speak. I can barely breathe.

"...I ha-have t-t-to..."

Without having to say another word, Trunks speeds up the rhythm and finishes what he started, milking my orgasm over his hand and onto the wall of the shower in front of us with force I've never experienced on my own. He actually has to put his hand over my mouth again, because this time I can't control the cry ripping from my throat. Even as I'm coming, he doesn't stop, and I somehow don't think I'll ever be able to come this hard again in my life.

Once I'm completely spent, he finally lets me go, slipping his arms away from around my body and letting me collapse to my knees. He just goes back to washing up wherever he left off. Like it was nothing.

My heartbeat is pounding through my chest and I quickly snap back to reality - the same reality where my best friend just... oh no, what have we done?!

I look up and see him give me a tiny smile that somehow let's me know that even after all that, everything is actually going to be fine between us. "If you don't tell anyone, I won't," he calmly says to me, rinsing off his hand in the stream of water and smoothing back his hair, now more of a dark purple from the water. "We know what we want, so why can't we just feel good together? What do you say?"

He offers out a hand to seal the pact - one that I would have never in a million years ever thought I'd make with him, or anyone else for that matter! But I feel comfortable with Trunks, much more than I thought I ever would, and know our secret will be safe with us. I laugh along with him and grasp his hand to shake on it, all though I know by doing this, our friendship has just become alot stranger and more complex than it's ever been before.