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Trunks walked deeper inside but was not quite in the heart of the club yet. He stood off to the side, trying to get his bearings. It was actually not that big a club, the dance floor starting maybe ten feet from where Trunks stood. Along the sides were tables and booths. The dance floor was teaming with dancing men, and Trunks tried to pick out Gohan in the crowd. Someone wanted to get by him so he moved a bit, turning sideways so the guy could get by, and then his heart nearly stopped at what he saw opposite him on the wall.

On the wall he faced was a large poster – a black and white photo, artfully done in almost a film noir-ish, shadowy style. It was a poster of a photo of Gohan, completely nude, looking down at his own body or the floor – Trunks wasn’t sure — his eyes partly closed, one strong arm bent showing off his arm pit, as his hand ran through his thick dark hair. It was a beautiful photo of him, a professional job, completely erotic and tasteful showing off every ripple of muscle. Someone had affixed a paper party hat over the photo so that it appeared to be on the Birthday Boy’s head, at a comical angle.

Trunks guessed that at least some of the rumors were true. Obviously, Gohan was not above posing in the nude for money.

Trunks felt himself staring at the photo, and feeling his face go red again, decided to look away, and try again to spot Gohan on the dance floor.