What Could Be
by Freewater     More by this Writer
After being together for months Goten breaks of his and Trunks’s relationship and announces he’s getting married. Heart-broken Trunks goes to a bar to drown his pain in alcohol. There he meets Gohan who is celebrating being free after his divorce. Trunks sees Gohan as a perfect opportunity for revenge on Goten. But what if the relationship becomes more that that.

“Trunks, I have to tell you this. I’m not feeling the same way,” Goten bit his bottom lip and backed away a step. “I’m sorry but I can’t.”

Trunks looked up at him from where he was kneeling, horrified, and he lowered the rings he held in his hands. “But … why?” Were the only two words he could utter.

Goten shook his head. “You don’t understand Trunks. I’ve been trying to find the right way to say this for months now, but Christ, I never thought in a million years that you would propose to me!”

Trunks rose to his feet, his heart fell when Goten backed away from him further. “I love you, Goten.” He said.

Goten nodded and looked away.. “I know, and I never wanted to hurt you, but I don’t love you back. I’m sorry but I don’t.”

Trunks made a sound in the back of his throat that suggested how sorry he thought Goten really was, and then he looked away from him.

“I’m not gay.”

Trunks whipped his head up at him. “What?”

“I’m not gay. What we had, I don’t know, I thought that since we were so close … that maybe I could be for you, but it wasn’t … It was just an experiment, Trunks, that’s all.”

Trunks fought back tears, but that did not stop him from being so completely and utterly angry with his now ex-boyfriend. “An experiment? Ten months of our lives together was an experiment? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Goten flinched. “Please don’t be angry, Trunks.”

“Oh no, of course not, and why would I be? After all I only just heard that the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with thinks I’m an experiment. Nothing to be upset over, nothing at all!”

Goten looked up at him, but when he saw the anger and heartbreak in Trunks’ eyes he looked down again.

“Is there someone else?” Trunks demanded.

Goten nodded. “Her name’s Paris.”

Trunks felt his eye twitch. “Her?”

“And we’ve been seeing each other for the last five months.”

“You’ve been cheating on me?!” Trunks yelled.

“I’ve been trying to break up with you! But you never wanted to hear it! You always thought we could work, but we can’t! I’m not like that!”

Trunks clenched a fist and forced himself to keep from going over to him and knocking him off of his feet. He didn’t want to admit it but everything Goten had said explained so much. They had been distant the last few months, despite how much Trunks tried to make it better, taking him out on dates, buying him presents, taking days off of work for him, nothing seemed to help. Every time they went out together Goten always seemed to duck his head ever so slightly. Trunks had thought it was due to his shy nature, thought it endearing even, but could it be that he was embarrassed to be seen with him? And then there were the times Goten would call off their dates, promising a rain check for later, Trunks never knew where he went, but never suspected him of cheating. He trusted Goten. He had trusted him anyway.

“I’m getting married Trunks, but I’m sorry, it’s not to you.”

Feeling nasty enough to want his revenge, Trunks sneered at him. “Does your fiancé know about your faggot boyfriend?”

Trunks barely had time to react before he saw a bright light and found himself on the floor with a throbbing eye. Goten held him by the collar of his suit and sneered back at him.

“Trunks, if you have any shred of decency then you will leave me and my wife the fuck alone. Do you understand me?”

When he didn’t answer Goten gave him a hard shake. “I mean it, Trunks! I don’t want any of your bullshit! Say it!”

He couldn't believe it. Goten was so eager to be away from him that he was willing to hit and sneer at him. Did he ever love him at all? Trunks pushed him away. “Get away from me! Get the fuck off of me!”

Goten backed away and Trunks got to his feet, clutching the bruising side of his face and praying to God that he would not burst into tears and beg him to stay.

Goten dug into his pocket and pulled out a little brass something before tossing it on the floor at Trunks’ feet with a small clang. It was the spare key to his apartment.

“I’m not coming back, Trunks.”

“Just get out.”

Goten grabbed his coat and did just that, slamming the door behind him.

Trunks stood still for a moment, the apartment around him silent and cold. The candles he lit had burned down halfway before he walked to the door, put his back to it and slid to a sitting position. It was only then did he let himself cry.

***

The next day was hell. He couldn't bring himself to go into work, especially since he’d booked the day off, having thought he would be spending it with his new fiancé, but returning the rings to the jewelers had been the worst experience of his life.

The man behind the counter had seen how happy he was those few days earlier when he talked about surprising his partner, and by the grin on his face he must have expected Trunks to thank him for helping out with the selection. When Trunks pulled the rings out of his pocket and put them on the counter, the miserable look and bruise on his face told the jeweler that his proposal had been denied. The rings wouldn't be needed.

The man opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly shut it again before handing Trunks his money. After all, what could be said that would make everything better? ‘I’m sorry’? Or ‘better luck next time’? The jeweler had been wise to keep quiet, and Trunks said nothing to him and left with his head down.

He took his refund money to the nearest bar he could find. Trunks knew Goten well enough to know that he hadn't meant to sound harsh, but the word ‘experiment’ stuck in his head, and Trunks felt he deserved to get wasted. Capsule Corp’s image be damned.

A few people approached him and offered to buy him a drink, even his bruised eye couldn't hinder anyone when it came to Trunks’s looks, but a quick glare and a “Fuck off,” had them leaving him alone in no time.

“Asshole.” One guy muttered, and Trunks groaned and banged his head against the bar, only to yelp when he hit his sore eye. How he hated his life.

Perhaps that was why Goten had left him. Maybe saying he was straight was just a ruse so that the breakup wouldn't be as awkward. No, that was dumb.

Looking back on their relationship, Trunks actually wondered why he hadn't seen it before. All the hints Goten had left, why hadn't he taken any of them? Because he was a fool in love, that’s why.

The entire time they were together, Goten never bottomed once, and now that Trunks thought about it, he guessed that perhaps it was the final line in the sand that Goten drew. He could kiss another man and have sex with another man (usually after a few beers to loosen him up, why hadn't Trunks noticed that either?), but he would never, ever, let Trunks fuck him.

Trunks had begged him once, actually begged him to let him top. “I promise I’ll be gentle, you’ll really like it! C’mon baby, please?” The result of which was a lot of arguing until Trunks apologized and let Goten have his way. He almost forgot what it was like to use his dick. Damn that miserable, straight, son of a bitch!

“Hey, Trunks, what are you doing here?”

Trunks snapped his head up to tell whoever it was that had dared to speak to him to run into oncoming traffic, but when Gohan took a seat next to him, the words froze on his tongue.

‘Good God,’ He thought. ‘Goten told his brother and now he’s here to talk. Fuck.’

Gohan ordered a rum and coke, took his drink, looking remarkably cheery, and surprisingly enough, didn’t say a word to Trunks regarding his face except to comment on the number of men in the bar.

“Uh, Gohan, I don’t know if you noticed this, but this is a *gay bar*.” Trunks said.

Gohan grinned wolfishly. “Yeah, that’s why I’m here. My divorce just went through, and I’m a free man now.” And then he clinked his glass against Trunks’ in celebration.

Trunks had forgotten about that. Gohan and Videl had been going through the whole divorce court, I get this, you keep that, sort of crap.

But wait a minute, that didn’t explain…

“You’re gay?” Trunks asked, his eyes going wide.

Gohan’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Yup, and now I’m free to be me and do whatever, and whomever,” It was here that he looked at Trunks. “I want.”

Trunks narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously. “If you’re gay then why did you marry a woman?”

Gohan shrugged. “I didn’t marry her because I’m gay, I divorced her because I’m gay.”

Trunks snarled, but Gohan was too busy enjoying the lusty gazes he was getting to notice. So Gohan was another one of those “You’re just an experiment, I was trying new things” type of guy, eh?

He knew it was immature, he knew it was stupid and he for damn sure knew it was petty, but Trunks was angry, and he wanted to take that out on someone and have his revenge. And he was drunk enough to do just that.

“You know I always thought you were kind of cute.”

Gohan snapped his head at him. “Really?” He asked, as if it was the first time he ever had another man refer to him as being ‘cute’.”

“Hot really.” Trunks said.

It wasn't a lie. Gohan was a gorgeous man, he had more muscle then Goten did, but not to the point that it made him look big and disgusting. Plus he was smart, in a bookish kind of way that Goten was not. Goten was no idiot, but Gohan always knew the interesting, useless crap as well as the useful stuff. At least Trunks could talk to him about biochemistry and feel content knowing that his conversation partner knew what the hell he was talking about.

Trunks suddenly found himself holding Gohan’s interest. He was a little surprised that he hadn't mentioned Goten, and that was either because he didn’t know they were broken up and didn’t care, or he knew they had broken up and just didn’t follow the rules that made Trunks off limits to date as he was his little brother’s ex, and the final reason could be that he just never knew they’d been dating to begin with.

Trunks could bet it was the last reason, and his hatred for Goten intensified.

“Do you think there’s a place around here we can go?” And Trunks slid his leg up Gohan’s thigh suggestively, his eyes speaking non stop of lust and promises of things to come.

Gohan, eager to test out his knew found freedom, fell for the bait without argument. “My place?”

Trunks shrugged, he didn’t want to put him in the bed that he shared with Goten anyway. He wasn't ready for that. “Sounds good, let’s go.” And he then stood over Gohan and leaned down to kiss him. He was pleased when the older man melted and kissed back. It was so easy that Trunks vaguely wondered when the last time had been that Gohan had been with another man, and he put his hand in between his legs just to give him a preview.

Gohan’s breath hitched when Trunks touched him. His heart beating wildly. There were a few cat calls and whistles, but they were ignored.

“You two are going to have to take that somewhere else, this is a bar, not a sex stop.” Grunted the bartender, and he was the one who could not be ignored.

Gohan was the one to break the kiss. “Sorry!” And he quickly threw down enough bills to pay for both of their drinks even though Trunks was perfectly capable of handling the bill, grabbed Trunks’s hand and ran out the bar with him.

They both located an empty alley and took off into the air. Trunks didn’t know the way to Gohan’s apartment and needed him to lead the way, and to keep the older man from getting any second thoughts, Trunks stayed glued to him. Kissing, licking, and fondling him nearly the whole way there. It might have been revenge, but Trunks needed it as well. He wanted the escape that came with the physical pleasure of sex, he wanted to be touched and held, and even though it was corny as hell he wanted someone to love him even if it would only be for a few minutes. Plus they knew each other, which exterminated the awkward feeling of taking home a stranger.

Gohan was so caught up in what Trunks was doing to him that he nearly flew past his place.

They both landed on the balcony on the twentieth floor, and Gohan opened the sliding glass door to let them in.

Trunks barely noticed the boxes that needed unpacking before immediately pulling Gohan’s jacket off and taking his glasses and tossing them on the couch. Gohan must have only recently moved in.

Gohan took Trunks’s face into his hands and kissed him in a way that Trunks hadn't been kissed in over ten months, passionately.

As they fumbled for the bedroom, Trunks couldn't help but feel a genuine rush of excitement, because even though his reason for being in that apartment at that very moment was questionable, he’d never been with a man ten years his senior, and he found the idea to be very thrilling.

Without warning, Trunks was lifted in the air and thrown on the bed, and Gohan climbed over his body with a hungry glaze in his eyes. Trunks smirked excitedly before his lips were captured briefly and then released.

“Be right back.” Gohan breathed, and he jumped off the bed and ran for what Trunks assumed was the bathroom.

While he was gone, Trunks got to work on removing his shoes and socks. He took his shirt off and was just getting started on his belt when Gohan came back.

“Starting without me?”

Trunks looked up at him, but didn’t stop the removal of his clothes.

“You wish.”

Gohan had a condom and a tube in his hand, and he climbed back over Trunks, who stopped removing his own clothes and began taking Gohan’s clothes off.

When they were both fully naked and Gohan was still on top of him, kissing him and halting only to break open the condom wrapper with his teeth, Trunks knew what was expected of him and nearly panicked.

Gohan was about to put the condom on himself when Trunks stopped him.

“I want the top.” Trunks could have hit himself. The way he said it made it sound like he was asking for something as trivial as the top bed bunk rather then the position he wanted.

He expected Gohan to be angry at him. He expected an indignant huff and a million reasons why that was a bad idea, hell, he even expected to be thrown out.

Instead, after a few seconds of thought, he got a shrug and an, “Okay.” And the condom was handed to him.

Trunks was so surprised that he almost didn’t know what to do with it.

“Don’t be too rough, okay?” Gohan asked, his breathing hard, and Trunks could have sworn that he was nervous.

Was this his first time with another guy? No way, Gohan was too old to not have had at least one other experience with another man.

Trunks was glad he was too drunk to feel guilty, so he just nodded his head and was as gentle as asked until he started begging for more.

***

Gohan knew what came over him. It wasn't a question of ‘What the hell was I thinking?’ He knew. Trunks had, had a few drinks, come on to him, and he accepted the offer.

He didn’t go out looking for Trunks specifically, he went out looking for another man to spend the night with, perhaps even build a relationship with. After thirty-nine years of playing the straight married man, he was ready for it.

Trunks was so much younger then him though, and he had to constantly remind himself that Trunks was not a teenager, nor would he appreciate being thought of as one. But he did have to admit to himself that being with someone so much younger was very exciting. A turn on, naughty, and as simple as it was, it made Gohan feel alive.

Trunks was very gentle that night. As gentle as he promised he would be, for which Gohan was grateful. From what he’d read, sodomy hurt like hell, and it did the first few minutes, but Trunks must not have been as intoxicated as he thought he was, because he was patient and gentle, stroking and shushing him until the pain subsided and the pleasure intensified.

He was treating him almost lovingly.

The memory of that night made Gohan glad he didn’t take home a complete stranger. He’d barely spoken a word to Trunks in five years, but Trunks knew of his marital troubles, so there was no awkward stuttering on his part on how he wanted to take it slow. He just asked and Trunks accepted it.

The next morning, the shift in the bed woke him up, and he found Trunks scrambling for his clothes.

“You okay?” He asked.

Trunks turned to him as though only just noticing that he was awake. “Uh, yeah, I’m just late for a meeting.”

Gohan accepted the explanation without hesitating. “Did you want to go somewhere tonight?” He wasn't the type for a one night stand.

“Go somewhere?” Trunks stopped searching for his clothes again, and the confusion on his face made Gohan wonder if a one night stand was exactly what Trunks had wanted.

Gohan shrugged, old enough to know he should have known better but still a little hurt that his first experience would be so random. “Uh, yeah. I don’t know much about how to have fun or where to go now that I’m ‘out.’” He said, wishing he had a better way to phrase what he wanted to ask. Basically he wanted Trunks to show him how to be gay, as strange as that sounded. The gay bar seemed like the ideal place to start, but what if he wanted to meet someone outside of that environment? Or hold someones hand in the park? Was it possible to go dancing with another man? He was never a very good dancer, but the thought of giving it up entirely wasn’t appealing to him. He didn’t want his social life to surround gay bars and Internet chat rooms.

Trunks seemed to know what he was talking about, and after some thought (which made Gohan nervous), took pity on him. “Sure, I know club we can go to. It’s for gays only, so there’ll be guys and girls there.”

Something that involved dancing. Gohan had to remind himself that he didn’t want to give up dancing entirely, and if it meant getting out of the apartment and meeting knew people then he would do it. So far, Trunks was the only other gay man he knew, and by the looks of it, it wasn't something that was going to happen again.

“We can get completely wasted and come back here for an orgy if you want.”

Gohan jumped slightly when he looked up and found Trunks’ face close to his, and cocky leer on his face.

Perhaps this could last a little longer.

“Sure but no orgies.” He said, completely meaning it. He was too old to be screwing around like that.

Trunks shrugged and continued to collect his clothes. “Suit yourself. Don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

Gohan wondered if he was serious until he saw the foolish smirk on his face. “Orgies! Yeah right!” He said, kind of laughing that he let himself fall for it.

Trunks laughed too, brushed his hair out of his eyes, and finished dressing. “I’ll be back here at nine.” He said, letting himself out, and when he was gone Gohan flopped on his back.

“Wow.”

***

The first thing Trunks did when he arrived at his office was check his messages in case Goten called him. There were none at his apartment, none on his cell, and to his dismay, none at the office.

When he woke up that morning he was briefly worried that Goten would find out that he cheated on him, it wasn't until Gohan spoke did he snap out of his thoughts and truly remember what happened. Goten left him for a woman. Technically he was as free as Gohan and should be just as happy to be on the dating scene again, but he wasn't. He felt guilty for using Gohan like he did and when the older man asked him out he accepted.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to date someone else so soon. Goten had cheated on him for God’s sake! Why should he sit around moping for someone who wouldn't come back? He shouldn't, he should be out having fun and forgetting that Goten even existed.

Besides, Gohan only just came out and was divorced from a twenty year marriage, it wasn't like he would be looking for something serious anyway.

***

Gohan watched the clocked the entire work day and all until nine o’clock. It was a strange thing, having the first date after sex, but he didn’t mind. After a lifetime of acting mature and older then he really was, he wanted a chance to be young and reckless. Not that being with Trunks made him yearn for youth, but it certainly did help him loosen up the way he always wanted.

When he heard the knock on his door, he knew Trunks had arrived and he rushed to answer it, and indeed it was Trunks, a smirk on his face so sexy and knowing that Gohan almost wanted to forgo the dance club and head straight to bed with him.

“You ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

***

That was how it went for the next month and a half. Trunks suggested the places they went to for the first little while, usually dance clubs, places with loud music, and even the carnival, and always after they would head back to his place for a night of hard sex, once they even had sex in the bathroom stall of one of Trunks’s favorite clubs. Gohan wasn't used to using the term in such a crude way but that was how it was. Trunks topped him every single time, but soon Gohan became tired of it. When Trunks told him where they were going one night he asked to go someplace else a little more quiet, a restaurant, or a movie.

Gohan didn’t know why Trunks hesitated with his answer. It was only a suggestion. He suspected that Trunks had a fear of letting someone else dominate him, probably a result of being raised by Vegeta, but that wasn't what Gohan was trying to do, he was trying to date him, not dominate him.

Reluctantly, Trunks agreed, and they went to dinner and a movie. They didn’t see much of the movie when Gohan surprised Trunks and began kissing him in the theater.

***

Trunks found himself slowly relaxing under Gohan’s care. The funny thing was that Gohan didn’t even know he was helping Trunks to heal. It still hurt to think of Goten, Gohan had mentioned that he found out his little brother was engaged through a phone call. Trunks flinched and pretended to be happy for his old friend, and that was all he heard of it. It hurt like hell, but eventually it stopped hurting. It was getting to the point where he could go for days on end before he remembered that Goten even existed.

One thing that Trunks would always laugh about was how terrible a dancer Gohan was. He seemed to be trapped in the eighties with the way he danced, and Trunks had to teach him how it was done.

“You don’t want to chase off all the hotties moving like *that* do you.”

Laughing in good nature, Gohan chased him around the apartment with a throw pillow until they were tumbling around on the floor, kissing and fondling each other.

“That’s how you dance.” Trunks had said.

Gohan was so confused that he stopped. “Like we’re about to have sex?”

Trunks nodded. “Yup. You dance with your partner and touch them like you were about to have sex with him in front of everyone.”

Gohan blushed. “I’d prefer to have sex with you in private.”

Trunks laughed. “You didn’t say anything when we were in that bathroom.”

Gohan swatted him. “That’s because you don’t know when to keep your hands to yourself!”

They moved to the bedroom, and Trunks’s true test came when Gohan took the condom and said, “I want the top.”

Trunks was so shocked that his jaw dropped. Gohan never brought up the top position before, and what would he do if he said no? Would he be angry? Would he leave?

Now Trunks was shocked to learn that, no, he didn’t want Gohan to leave, in fact, he really wanted Gohan to stay with him. What they had, whatever it was, was special. So much better then what he had with Goten.

Gohan held his hand in public, kissed him in public, allowed Trunks to give him hickies, top him, and was willing to spend some time alone with him, unlike Goten, who tried avoiding being alone with Trunks only a few months after their relationship started.

Not that Goten was always so neglectful, on the contrary, when they first got together he was always more then willing to spontaneously drop by his office and kiss him senseless, but then he began to distance himself. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster.

Trunks wanted to keep what he had with Gohan special. He didn’t want the relationship to be one-sided like it was with him and Goten. He didn’t want to make anyone submit to him, and he certainly didn’t want to be dominated. He wanted a partnership, and Gohan seemed to be willing to go along with that.

Why the hell not?

“Okay, just be careful, I haven’t done it like this in a while.” Nearly three months. Goten stopped sleeping with him two months before they broke up.

Gohan grinned, nodded, and kissed him lovingly. “I will, promise.” He said.

Trunks automatically turned around, expecting that to be the position of choice until a hand stopped him.

“Wait, I want to face you.”

Once again, Trunks was shocked. That night was the night for surprises it seemed.

He nodded and lay on his back, positioning a pillow under his hips while Gohan fumbled with the tube.

“Nervous?” Trunks asked, sincerely concerned for the older man but also trying to hide his own shaky nerves. He wasn't sure what to expect when he faced Gohan, he naturally assumed that since they were brothers, he and Goten would prefer the same position.

** “Turn around, Trunks. Don’t look. I said don’t look!” **

Trunks had to shake his head to clear the idea from his thoughts. That was stupid.

Gohan shook his head. “Yeah, but not really. You’re the first guy I've ever done this with.”

“Really?” Trunks had suspected but never really believed…

“Yeah.” Gohan blushed and looked away.

Touched, Trunks sat up and caressed his face. He really was the first guy Gohan had ever been with, and he let Trunks inside of him their very first night together. Trunks kissed him softly. “I’ll talk you through it.”

And he did, not that Gohan needed it very much, he was a fast learner and had learned how to thoroughly prepare him from the many times Trunks had made love to him.

When Gohan slipped inside of him, Trunks was so ready that he sighed in content. He’d almost forgotten how nice this part could feel when it wasn't rushed.

** “Ow! Wait a minute, Goten! That hurts! Slow down!”

“You’re fine, you’re fine!” **

“Are you alright?” Gohan asked.

Trunks adjusted himself. “Perfect, move.”

He did, very slowly. Trunks thought it was because he was afraid to hurt him but soon realized that it was because Gohan just wanted to make love to him that way, slowly.

They talked almost all throughout it.

“Ughhh!”

“Right there?”

“Yessss!”

Trunks yanked at Gohan’s hair and kissed his neck. Gohan held himself up with one arm and used the other to feel all along Trunks’s body.

“You feel so good Trunks.”

And Trunks promptly wrapped his legs around Gohan’s waist and continued to wail.

Gohan finished first, and when he gently pulled out Trunks was half afraid he would get dressed and leave the room. Leave him to finish himself off since he was unlucky enough to not cum during the sex.

** “Where are you going?”

“I can’t be in here with you right now. I need to think.”

“But I haven’t–”

“Then just …. take care of it yourself! I told you, I need to think!” **

His back arched in stunned pleasure when he felt a mouth wrap itself around his dick and begin to suck.

Oh God, a blowjob! It had been so long since he’d had one of those! Yes, yes, yes!!

When Gohan finished with him he felt like a pile of boneless slop. Unable to form a coherent thought or word.

Gohan climbed up his body and snuggled close, putting his head in the crook of Trunks’s neck, feeling his stomach and ribs lazily while Trunks played with his hair and inhaling the scent of sex.

“That was great.” Gohan sighed.

Trunks looked down at him and Gohan looked up. “You’re what I want.” Trunks said and then kissed his lips.

Yes! This was what he wanted! Equality in the relationship. Someone who wasn't afraid to touch him in bed. How the hell had he lived without this sort of intimacy for so long?

Perhaps he should thank Goten for leaving him after all.

That night they made love until Gohan was too exhausted to stay awake. Trunks spent the night curled up against him and Gohan gave him the spare key to his apartment the next morning.

***

Two nights later, Trunks whistled happily to himself as he jogged down the hallway to Gohan’s apartment, ready for another night of fun and dancing with his baby. He slipped the key into the lock and opened the door, Gohan lived in a bad neighborhood, so it was best to keep the door locked even when he was home. Not that a human could hurt him, but there were thieves to consider, and what if a human with a gun ever got the slip on him?

Trunks shook the thought from his head, Gohan was safe, and they were already talking about moving in with each other, so there was nothing to worry over.

When Trunks opened the door and stepped inside, all color drained from his face at the sight of Gohan sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, and Goten’s supportive arm around his back.

Both looked up at him when he entered, Trunks could see that Gohan had been crying, and Trunks knew what happened, but before he could so much as take a step forward, Goten charged at him, snatching the key from his hand and pushing him out the door which slammed in his face.

Trunks was against it in an instant, it was locked. “Gohan, please! I can explain! Let me explain!” He cried.

“Explain what, Trunks?” It was Goten’s angry voice he heard. “That you’ve been using my brother! Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? For Christ’s sake! You started dating him the day after I broke it off with you!”

“This isn’t about you!” He yelled, knowing that it was. He *had* slept with Gohan that night to get back at Goten and he *had* dated him just to forget the pain. But he didn’t want his revenge anymore, he’d been drunk that night! Did that give him an excuse? He wasn't sure.

“Fuck off, Trunks! You’re sick!”

He hated himself for not telling Gohan about his relationship with Goten sooner. Hated himself for trying to stay with Goten, making him miserable and driving him away, hated himself for using Gohan as an outlet and hurting him like he did, and finally, hated himself for being horrible enough to do it. He honestly didn’t mean to hurt him, he really didn’t, and he would give anything to take away Gohan’s pain.

How much did Goten tell him about their relationship? Would it really matter?

“I love you Gohan!” He yelled desperately through the door, surprised to hear himself say it. He never told Gohan that he loved him, he wasn’t even sure if he did, but now he knew, and he didn’t want to lose another love, one that was worth keeping this time.

Gohan’s voice came next, and as broken as it was, it still broke Trunks’ heart. “Trunks please leave. I’ll phone the police if you don’t.”

Trunks closed his eyes, tears steaming down his cheeks. He rested his forehead against the door, willing it to open for him. He wondered if Gohan was watching him through the peep hole and if he could see his tears.

Probably not.

Trunks put two fingers to his lips, and then pressed his fingers to the door, mouthed the words ‘I love you,’ through his tears and took off running.

He didn’t run to the elevators though, he ran to the windows. He didn’t slow down as he got closer, but sped up, and the glass shattered around his body, cutting his flesh before he took off into the air, headed for home where he could weep in peace.

***

Trunks confined himself to his couch. The bedroom was reminder of Goten’s cruelty and Gohan’s love when they had finally shared it. He didn’t go in there except to grab a pillow and blanket, and he hadn't been inside since.

He pulled the glass from his arms and the one piece that was in his cheek he needed a needle to pry out. He cleaned his wounds to prevent infection, but didn’t dress them, feeling that whatever scars he received were rightfully deserved for what he did.

The wounds itched and he scratched them, heightening the chances for jagged scars, but he couldn't help himself. Any pain was better then the one in his heart. His father would be ashamed of him for being so sentimental.

He cried himself to sleep the first two nights he spent home, calling his mother to tell her that he was too sick to go into work, and with the way his voice sounded from all the sobbing, she believed him without a doubt. The third night he wiped his eyes, scolded himself for not being more of a man with his emotions and turned on the TV.

Huddled under his blanket, he flipped channels, avoiding anything that might have any romantic themes in it. Just to take his mind away from his own misery, he put in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Happy with the knowledge the movie gave him that there was always someone out there who had something worse on their plate.

However, when the part in the movie came along where the main character realized that her boyfriend was dead, Trunks burst into tears and threw the remote at the TV, shattering both it and the screen. He covered his face with his hands and turned away from the wreckage.

He was so distraught that he didn’t hear the knock at his door. Nor did he hear his door open, or see the figure standing in his living room, watching him cry.

He wouldn't have noticed the figure either if said figure hadn't touched his shoulder.

Trunks turned, fist ready to attack whoever had broken into his home when he saw Gohan’s face.

Trunks’s eyes widened in horror, and he wondered what Gohan was doing, kneeling before him, staring at him like he was.

“Goten told me about your relationship with him today.”

Trunks’s eyes fell shut in disappointment. So Gohan was only there to say his piece and leave. Fine, let him. He would deserve it.

“What he didn’t tell me and probably wouldn't have if I hadn't noticed the timeline he gave, was that he cheated on you, or that you proposed to him, or how he treated you.”

Trunks was confused for a moment. It almost sounded like Gohan was …

“I’m so sorry Trunks. I should have let you explain. I understand that you were drunk that day, but everything after that,” Gohan hesitated, searching for the words. “I don’t believe there are actors in the world who can pretend to love someone for almost two months straight just for revenge. I should have heard your side of the story before throwing you out.”

Trunks gave a weak laugh. “Damn right you should have.” He croaked, relieved and emotionally lifted that Gohan wasn't damning him or place blame for what happened.

“If you don't want to forgive me, I’ll under—Mmph!”

Trunks grabbed his head and kissed him before Gohan could utter another word. Trunks never thought he was very good with words anyhow, he only wanted his *lips*.

Trunks sat up, but he didn’t break the kiss, he continued to allow Gohan to massage his tongue with his own, and he did the same, cupping his face and feeling the tears that Gohan shed with his fingertips.

Gohan suffered enough throughout all of this, so Trunks decided he wouldn’t place anymore guilt on him then he already placed on himself.

Trunks softly broke their kiss and rested their foreheads together. How he wished he could put words into describing his love for Gohan, his happiness that he came for him, and his relief that all was forgiven. The elephant of self hatred that had been sitting on the couch with Trunks for the past three days had been forcefully thrown out by the world’s strongest man.

“What about Goten?” He asked.

Gohan shook his head. “He knows I’m angry with him, we won’t be speaking for a little while.”

Trunks nodded his head. “I really don’t think he meant to hurt me … us. It’s not like him.” He said, unable to stop himself from defending his former best friend.

Gohan sighed. “I know, but he still should be punished in some small way. No matter what, he had no right to use you like he did. The very second he realized the truth about himself he should have broken it off with you instead of leading you on, and I know that he was only trying to protect me, I mean, coming on to me the day after you two split apart is suspicious,”

Trunks flushed guiltily and looked away, but Gohan put his hand under his chin to make him face him again. “But if he was smart enough he would have known you would never do a thing like that to hurt me, and he would have seen that we were making it work.”

So Gohan really did know the whole story. Trunks wasn't too sure how he felt about that but he knew he could live with it.

Gohan thumbed the cut on Trunks’s cheek and frowned.

“I already cleaned them.” Trunks said, now he felt stupid for trying to hurt himself.

“But you didn’t dress them. Where are the others?”

Trunks lifted his sleeve to show Gohan where the other cuts were. “It happened when I jumped out the window.” He said, trying to explain that he hadn't done it on purpose, he flushed when he realized that, yes, jumping out the window was still purposely hurting himself.

“I don’t think any of them need stitches but I’m still going to bandage them.” Gohan looked him in the eyes. “You could have killed yourself doing that. What if you sliced an artery?”

Trunks wasn't thinking about that when he jumped. He was only thinking of the quickest way out of the building. “I won’t do it again.” He promised, and Gohan kissed him, cupping his cheek and careful to avoid irritating the cut.

“Good,” He whispered after pulling away. “because, not to sound as if I was going to stalk you or anything, I have no intention of ever letting you get away from me that easily.”

Trunks grinned wickedly. “You can stalk me any time you like.”

After tenderly dressing Trunks’s cuts, Gohan curled up next to Trunks to go to sleep with him on the couch.

“What happened to your TV?” He asked.

“The movie sucked.”

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