Caught Somewhere In Time
by Gothic Prince Vejita     More by this Writer
Mirai Trunks is in love with his sensei and chibi Gohan is in love with Mirai Trunks. Both get rejected but if Gohan goes in the future to another Mirai Trunks than the one he met will they finally be able to get together?

They’re both 14.
Graphic Violence

If you had the time to lose
An open mind and time to choose
Would you care to take a look
Or can you read me like a book

Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side

Can I tempt you come with me
Be Devil may care fulfill your dream
If I said I’d take you there
Would you go would you be scared

Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side

Don’t be afraid you’re safe with me
Safe as any soul can be… honestly
Just let yourself go

Chorus:
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time… oh oh
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time… oh oh

Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing
You try to hide your deepest sins
Of all the things that you’ve done wrong
And I know where you belong

Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side

Make you an offer you can’t refuse
You’ve only got your soul to lose…
Eternally… let yourself go
Chorus:
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time… oh oh
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time
Caught now in two minds

***

He was slowly, reluctantly flying through the air. It was months later, and he’d finally convinced himself to come here, the place where his master had died, to pay his last respects. It was so painful, remembering that day, a day which would live with him forever. To say that his heart had been ripped out, frozen, and shattered into a million pieces would have been a complete understatement. He’d rather have the androids take turns at raping him, or beating him to a bloody pulp, than to have to relive that day again.

Finally, the fourteen-year-old lilac-haired boy found it, the place where his Gohan-san had died. He’d formerly had his hair dyed dark violet, as he found lavender a rather “gay” shade of purple, though his mother had made him wash it out for Gohan’s funeral. He didn’t know why, though, as Gohan had thought that dark violet was flattering on Trunks, made him look like an absolute fanatic fan of the music he listened to. Iron Maiden and Black Sabbath were among his favorites.

She obviously didn’t want anyone at the funeral to think that her son was a so-called Satanist. Not that he was of course. Or maybe it was because Chichi was there, and his mother didn’t want Chichi to know that her son and Bulma’s listened to the “dreaded” heavy metal music.

Trunks quickly dropped out of sky, and landed near the place of his sensei’s place of death; the barrel and puddle were still here, like a shrine, to the planet’s greatest warrior. Slowly the boy made his way toward the puddle where his master had been just months before. As he kneeled down before the puddle, he had to fight the tears that threatened to fall.

But it’s so hard. I can still feel his presence all around this area.

“Gohan,” he began, “Thank you.” He searched for the strength to continue on, then did. “You were my everything, my sensei, the father and brother I never had, but most importantly, you were my very best friend, my only friend in fact. I just wish I could have shown you that my feelings for you run deeper than that.”

Trunks could feel himself start to tear up, then continued, “That’s right, Gohan, I love you. Not in a fatherly or brotherly way, I love you in the way that my mom loves my dad, for as long as I can remember.”

He looked up into the sky again, then back at the ground again, then said, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over your death, Gohan; I love you too much.” There was yet another pause as tears started streaming down his cheeks. “Why’d you have to die, Gohan? I’m hopeless without you Mom fears for me, I’m still no match for those fucking assholes 17 and 18 You were my light in the dark, and now you’re gone!”

Trunks collapsed onto the ground, and bawled his eyes out. It was several minutes later before the kid slowly raised his head and said, solemnly, “Now you’re gone...”

The boy then curled up into a fetal position on the ground, not giving a fuck if the androids killed him in his sleep. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered absently if there was some parallel universe where Gohan was still alive, and if he was, he hoped that his love was doing much better than he was.

***

The raven-haired time traveler stared through the glass bubble into the mystical river of time, not really seeing anything, just reflecting. Reflecting on when he’d revealed his affections to the boy from the future, reflecting on the day when the teenager had left and broken his heart, reflecting on the possible consequences he was sure leaving his own time behind would bring.

But he had to see Trunks again; everyday without the older boy was slowly killing him inside.

Maybe now you won’t reject me since we’ll be the same age… I just hope you can see me as your sensei, Gohan…and not as some kid from the past that you don’t even know.

Finally, after hours of being inside of the dark void, there was a bright flash of light that signified he was in another time. He looked out over the bleak harsh landscape of his koi’s future, and a tear silently snaked it’s way down his cheek.

This is what my love has to live through day after day?

***

Trunks was suddenly abruptly jolted out of sleep, awaken by what sounded like the use of zanzoken, and thought it might be the androids, but instead his vision was greeted by what looked like…the time capsule his mother had been working on…

Slowly, the top on the vehicle raised, and a young man about Trunks’ age jumped out of it, who…happened to bear a striking resemblance to his Gohan-san…Trunks wondered briefly if it was maybe the child of Yamcha and some girl he had slept with before he died. But there was something about that Ki, that was similar to Gohan’s, but still way to powerful to belong to his beloved.

“Who are you?” Trunks demanded immediately.

The young man resembling Gohan then said, “I’ll tell you somewhere private, Trunks Brief, that is if you’re willing to cooperate.”

As soon as that boy said that, Trunks began to wonder fervently how the hell that black-haired stranger new his name, why the hell his heart was pounding furiously in his chest every he looked at the beautiful young man in front of him, but most importantly, why he couldn’t stop himself from focusing on the stranger’s Ki.

It was just that- that Ki, it was so much like Gohan’s, yet so unknown to Trunks at the same time…but maybe the furious pounding in his chest was trying to tell him that it really could be Gohan standing in front of him.

“You- you remind me so much of…my sensei.”
Gohan smiled warmly and said, “Your crush that died only a few months ago; by the way, I’m very sorry about that,” his eyes suddenly watery.

“Wh- who are you?”

“Follow me into that warehouse and you’ll find out,” Gohan said, extending his hand to Trunks.

Trunks, suddenly having completely trust in the young man in front him, took the offered hand and let the other boy lead him into the warehouse, because after all, he knew about his infatuation with Gohan. Suddenly he felt warm Ki stream out of Gohan’s hand and into him, and was suddenly aware of a wave of arousal spreading through him.

As he collapsed on the ground, Trunks took a look up at the dark-haired stranger and inquired, “What the hell did you do to me?”

“I gave you some of my energy… your levels were pitifully low and I didn’t want you passing out.”

Pissed, Trunks spat out, “You gave me a frickin’ hard-on, that’s what you did.”

“Bit of a side-effect from receiving energy from a recipient, I’m afraid,” Gohan said apologetically.

Trunks abruptly stood up, and demanded, “Now tell me who the fuck you are!”

Gohan, sensing that his love would beat him up if he didn’t reveal anything soon, started, “Okay, first things first, who am I? It’s me…Gohan. The same Gohan you had a crush on that died a few months ago. But the thing is, I’m from an alternate past, an alternate past that you created when you were in your late teens…”

“You- you mean my mom’s time capsule…it actually works?”

“Yeah, maybe I should explain the whole story to you…”

***

The seven-year-old boy looked into the sky at the retreating contraption, that held the young man that he felt some kind of strange attraction to… It made him feel like he could trust in every word about the young man being from the future, and about the threat of android attacks.

“Hey, Dad, do you really think that guy’s from the future?”

“Yes, son. Somehow I just know.”

***

3 years later…

“But why Trunks, why can’t I go with you?”

“Gohan, I already told you, I don’t love you, I can’t…” The nineteen-year-old paused, then continued. “I love him too much. My Gohan-san. You see, Go-chan, nobody could ever replace him, he was my first and only love, the only friend I ever had.” Once he saw the eleven-year-old’s face fall in agony, he said something to lift the little boy’s spirits. “But don’t worry chibi, I’m sure you’ll find your true love…someday.”

The kid seemed to perk up after Trunks said that. “Really, you think so?”

“I promise,” Trunks said, hardly above a whisper, before jumping into the time capsule and leaving Gohan behind, who had a smile on his face knowing that he would one day he would find his true love…

***

Another 3 years later…

~Gohan~

My eyes abruptly snap open as the shudders of a massive orgasm wake me from my dream, a pleasureful dream of me and Trunks, making passion love to each other. Jeez, I wonder how bad it is this time? Um, not /too/ bad I suppose…could have easily been worse. Oh god, I remember last time I was totally covered…the details in /that/ dream were pretty hardcore, too. Dammit, Trunks…you tell me I’m /not/ your true love, then I start having fuckin’ /wet/ dreams about you.

But…that last dream…it- it wasn’t /you/, was it? It was the other you, the one that’s the same exact same age as me…

Wait…that’s what you meant. /He’s/ my true love, isn’t he? That’s why I had that dream about him Oh, I love you, Trunks. Well, not in that way seeing as your not my true love. Oh, I’ve got so many things to do: change the sheets, get a shower, get dressed, get to Bulma’s…
Wait…I’ve got to figure out a logical way to express my feelings towards him. Um, I guess just tell him everything about the two of us…

~Bulma~

Okay, I’m tryin’ really hard to comprehend all this…

Gohan walks in out of the blue and tells me he needs me to build him a time capsule, and when I ask him what for, he tells me a long and complicated story:

“Okay, Bulma, I was and still am madly in love with your son. When I finally worked up enough courage to tell him how I felt, he rejected me telling me I wasn’t his true love, and said Mirai Gohan was the only one that he could ever love. He told me that I would eventually find /my/ true love, which I continued to believe was him, until I had a dream about me…and his fourteen year old self…making love.”

I smirked as I remembered a similar situation involving Vejita asking me to build a time capsule in case anyone would ever need it. Then it hit me…Vejita must’ve found out about Gohan’s attraction to my son because of his Saiyan instincts, and wanted me to build the time capsule so Gohan could get to my son.

I smiled at one of the best friends I’ve ever had and said, “So you think young Trunks is your true love then, am I right?”

Gohan then slowly nodded his head.

I smiled sweetly at him and said, “Well I guess there’s no stopping you then; the time capsule’s in the garage.”

Gohan returned the smile and quickly ran towards the garage, but takes one look back at me and says, “Bulma…thank you.”
I smile yet again, and say, “No problem Gohan,” before he heads to the garage again.

***

“So- so you came all this way, for- for me?”

“Yeah…that dream I had of you told me exactly who my soul mate was: you.”

“But- but you were originally in love with him.”

“But he didn’t love me though. It was an incomplete bond, we were never meant to be together.”

Trunks just stared at him, with a look like he had an idea where Gohan was going with this.

Gohan looked at his violet-haired counterpart with desperate longing gaze and said, “Trunks…you love me, right? Love me enough to see me in any guise?”

Trunks had to think about this for a while. If there was any 100-percent honest-to-god proof, it would be his Ki signature or his eyes. He slowly focused on his Ki. Although slightly greater than his koibito’s, it was still the same exact Ki he’d been missing all this time. And his eyes…there was no denying that those were the same pitch-black orbs that belonged to his secret crush. Making up his mind, he came to the conclusion that there was absolutely no reason to deny that this wasn’t his Gohan in front of him, because what he saw in those eyes was love. Pure, unconditional, undeniable, love.

“Gohan?”

The other boy nodded slowly in reply.

“Gohan ” Trunks exclaimed, latching onto the other boy for all he was worth, Gohan’s ribs creaking as he hugged him tightly.

He looked up at Gohan with watery eyes, and stated more than asked, “It really is you, isn’t it?”

At Gohan’s second slow nod, he crushed his lips to the other boy’s, engaging him in a long and intense kiss. Gohan gasped at the fervor of Trunks’ kiss, but then started to slowly kiss him back. Trunks gasped slightly, parting his lips giving Gohan the opportunity to slide his tongue deep into the other boy’s warm mouth, feeling Trunks’ tongue caress his own.

When both boys parted for air, they were shaking and out of breath. After a while of gazing into Gohan eyes, he buried his face into Gohan’s chest, tearing up a little bit, saying:

“I love you, Gohan.”

“I love you too, Trunks. I always have,” he replied while stroking his lover’s back.

Trunks looked up at Gohan again, still teary-eyed, and kissed him again, this time completely dominating him, his small tongue completely overwhelming the ebony-haired boy. He quickly left his mouth, going down to nuzzle his neck. He started lifting up the black Metallica embroidered t-shirt, while playfully nipping at him.

Once the shirt was off, Trunks started planting deep, wet kisses on Gohan’s muscled torso, feeling up the pale, Goth-type flesh. Gohan felt turned on to no end. Trunks was now sucking on one of Gohan’s nipples, causing the gothic boy to moan out in pleasure. Trunks then switched to the other one before licking down the firm ridges of Gohan stomach.

Once Trunks was working on getting Gohan’s pants unzipped, the darker boy made an incoherent sound of protest. Trunks looked up at his lover and asked, “Am I moving too fast?”

“No, it’s not that…”

Trunks smirked and said, “Then you won’t mind if I do this…”, before leaning in and biting Gohan sharply on the neck. Gohan gasped in pain as Trunks’ licked up the blood that splashed onto his milky-white skin. Whenever Trunks pulled away, Gohan looked at him curiously, and said, “You know about that?”

Trunks smiled, wiped the blood off his lips, and said, “Yeah…Gohan-san taught me all about the mating ritual, and marking, and shit like that…”

Gohan smiled as well and said, “Well at least that part’s out of the way.”

Gohan stared at his mate lovingly before slowly crawling towards him and reaching underneath the hem of his shirt, quickly pulling the Cradle of Filth embroidery over his head, revealing the tan-colored muscles of his lover’s chiseled torso. He wrapped his arms around Trunks’ neck and kissing him fiercely, forcing him onto his back and moaning into his mouth as their erections came into contact.

Gohan fiercely ground their shirtless bodies together, both crying out, feeling as if they would cum in their pants. He made sure they didn’t, though, since they were both wearing leather pants which although were given to them by either Vejita, would still be expensive to replace.

“C’mon, Gohan, I need release!”

Gohan looked at Trunks appalled and said, “Dude, I don’t think your mom has the three-hundred dollars to replace these if they get stained ”

“Damn, I never thought about that.”

Gohan just smirked at his koibito with undeniably burning passion in his ebony eyes, and slowly undid Trunks pants. Once the lavender-haired demi-saiyan’s cock was freed from the confines of his tight pants, he asked, “Gohan, what about you?”

“Oh, fuck me.”

“Well that is the idea, Gohan.”

Gohan just growled at him, but then a second later started chuckling.

“What?” Trunks asked, wanting to know what the hell was so funny.

“Violet pubes, Trunks?”

Trunks just growled and said, “Shut up and just suck me off, already!”

And he did just that. At first, he took just the tip into his mouth, licking the salty essence off the head. Experimentally, he grazed the tip with his teeth, and the desirous moan he received from Trunks told him he was doing this right. He then took half the length into his mouth, sucking him a bit harder.

Gohan checked to make sure Trunks was alright through the mental link they now shared, he decided to make it a very nice experience for him by slowly sliding Trunks down his throat, quickly releasing him before slowly plunging him into the hot depths once more. He repeated the same actions over and over again until Trunks could feel his muscles spasm, and shot his seed into Gohan’s throat. It tasted rather bitter to Gohan, but hell, it wasn’t so bad.

As Trunks was recovering from his orgasm, Gohan crawled over top the other boy, meeting his gaze and seeing his eyes were glazed with gratified mist. Gohan then laid down on Trunks’ form in a position that would not cause him too arouse, and tenderly stroked his cheek, gazing at his boyfriend lovingly, then asking, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Y-yes,” Trunks answered shyly.

Gohan just smiled and kissed him deeply, but before either of them could get lost in the intensity of it, a voice disrupted their kiss.

“Aww, that is just too sweet…”

All of a sudden, Android 17 emerged from the shadows, with his normal blank stare and icy blue eyes. Trunks, terrified, was shaking like a leaf, but Gohan on the other, had battlelust written all over his face. He got to his feet, and put his hand to either side of him, blocking his beloved from danger.

“Don’t you dare touch him! Your fight is with me!”

17 smirked and said, “So we’re fighting for the grand prize huh?”

The Goth fighter scowled and said, “Trunks is not my prize, he’s my boyfriend. Unlike you, I don’t fuck every guy I see!”

Trunks’ eyes shone at his lover’s words, as well as the fact that Gohan was going to risk his life for him, once again. Gohan quickly stole a glance over his shoulder at Trunks and said, “Don’t worry, love. I’ve fought much worse than this!”

Trunks looked confused at his love’s words, but then realized that their may have been another threat right after the androids.

Gohan slowly approached the evil cyborg boy, the look he inherited from his father and grandfather, as well as the entire Saiyan race, still plastered on his pale face. Out of nowhere, he zanzoken’d too fast for 17’s eyes to follow, and reappeared in front of the machine, smashing his fist right into the cybernetic boy’s face with the first punch he threw. The second punch was caught by the android, and he tried to punch Gohan, but the younger boy caught it.

“Damn,” 17 cursed, agitated that this kid had caught the jab he delivered. Their fingers entwined as they tried to push each other back, and once Gohan started pushing 17 back, he said, “Oh no you don’t, you little brat ” Now he was the one who was pushing Gohan back, and was doing it quite well, that is until the young demi-saiyan prevented him from continuing to do so by planting his feet firmly in the supposedly solid ground.

17 looked appalled. “How are you doing this? The only people strong enough to do that are all dead ” He continued focusing on the boy’s features until he found a familiarity in them. “Wait, ain’t you that Yamcha guy’s son?”
“Wrong, dumbass! I’m someone you know very well,” he said while smirking.
Total and complete shock was visible in 17’s eyes as he stuttered, “S-s-son Gohan?”

“That’s right, I’m from an another time, an alternate timeline that Trunks will create three years from now. Unlike this one, in my time, he warned us all about you two coming and attacking in the South. It changed our fate, and we didn’t die. But we still weren’t able to beat you or Cell, so we trained in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to beat you all.”

17 blinked a couple times throughout Gohan’s speech, then asked, “Cell, you mean that little pipsqueak in that tank at Gero’s laboratory? How’s he developed already?”

“He came from yet another timeline, one in which Trunks killed you Because of that, Cell killed him and stole his time machine, so he could absorb you two in my time and reach his Perfect form, which he did, but I was still able to kill him.”

17 nodded his head and said, “Hmm, I see… And what became of me and my sister?”

“Cell spat 18 out before I killed him Krillin couldn’t kill your beloved sister because he loved her as much as I love my koi. As for you, we inadvertently wished you back to life with all the other victims of Cell.”

17 just continued smirking as both him and Gohan heard Trunks scream in terror, causing Gohan to look over his shoulder at 18, who was approaching his boyfriend with a lustful look in her eyes, causing Trunks to back up against a support beam.

Gohan quickly disentangled his fingers from 17’s and pushed him away, turning to go rescue Trunks from the clutches of the evil cyborg girl, when he felt the male android’s arms wrap around his waist to pull him up and press his broad back to 17’s bare chest.

“Ooh, you’re so beautiful when your angry, Son Gohan.”

Gohan, with an enraged look upon his face, said, “You sick bastard, you took your shirt off!”

17 ruffled Gohan’s hair semi-affectionately, and whispered in his ear, “You’re about to watch my beloved Juu-chan suck your lover,” which made Gohan’s bones turn to ice. Gohan watched, enraged, as 18 kneeled before his boyfriend, and buried her face in between his legs, causing Trunks to yell in pain as he was harshly sucked.

Gohan screamed in primal rage as he burst into Super Saiyan, disorienting 17 and causing the male android to lose his grip around Gohan’s waist. Gohan smirked once he was free, driving his foot backwards, right into 17’s crotch, causing the android the yell in pain and collapse on the floor.

18 raised her head from Trunks’ lap upon hearing the struggle, and was met with Gohan’s foot in her face, sending her plummeting into a nearby wall. Whenever Trunks heard the crash, he slowly opened his eyes to see his knight in shining armor. After a moment, however, he quickly turned his head away in shame.

“Don’t hide your beautiful face from me; it wasn’t your fault.”

Trunks turned his head back to his lover, glad he didn’t resent him, and said, “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Yeah, well I could tell by the way you were screaming like that.”

Trunks just stared at boyfriend with a semi-annoyed look and put on his pants in record time, before standing up and bursting into Super Saiyan as well. Recollections of what the female android did to him came to the forefront of Trunks’ mind, and he charged at the cyborg in rage.

Every punch he threw at the female android was either dodged or blocked, that is until he slammed half his leg into her waist, just like he did at Superworld. She punched the side of his face, as before, which really pissed him off, causing him to punch her so hard she was knocked several feet away. She happened to land in a kneeling stance, but Trunks had a surprise in store for the bionic bitch.

“Kame-hame-haaaa!”

The energy attack took 18 completely off-guard, slamming into her unforgivingly, possibly killing her… At least that’s what 17 thought.

17 just stared in the direction of where his sister would be, total shock overwhelming his icy blue orbs. The boy looked like he was on the verge of tears. All of a sudden he heard Trunks chuckling evilly, coming out sounding a lot like his father, even having his rich, British-flavored accent, as he was addressing 17 afterward.

“How does it feel to lose a loved one, fucking bastard.”

Surprisingly, a tear started slowly streaking down 17’s face, and Trunks could hear a sad, indistinct mutter coming from the android. Then he turned to Trunks, anger and rage written all over his face, and said, “You son-of-a-bitch!”

As Trunks watched 17 come towards him, he realized his weak spot was plain as day, and once the coordinates were right, he quickly grabbed onto 17’s arm and flung him across the room.

***

As Gohan watched his beloved fight the androids, he was impressed. Although he had only recently acquired his Super Saiyan form, he was doing a damn good job of handling the androids by himself. In fact, he didn’t think Trunks needed his help at all, as he had taken out 18 with ease, and it looked as if he were about to take out 17 as well.

Then, all of a sudden, Gohan felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and his entire world went black…

***

Trunks continued to stare 17 down, who now had his back pressed firmly against a support beam, and was standing upright with his arms crossed, an evil smirk on his prettyboy-like face. Playfully, he taunted, “So are you going to attack me yet or not?”

Trunks, with the Saiyan predatory look on his face, replied, “As a matter of fact I am… Your reign of terror ends today! Ha!”, and charged towards 17, going in for the kill, that is before something kicked him out of way.

Right after he hit the ground, he heard 17 say, “18, you’re alive!”

The he heard 18 reply, “Yeah, so what you say we end this now and get rid of him!”

As he heard 17 say “Right on!”, he quickly stood up and opened his eyes, only to see the Jinzouningen no Tsuin side-by-side, hands clasped together ready to deliver a double blast. Trunks did all he could do: closed his eyes and desperately crossed his arms in a defensive posture as he watched the yellow-hued blast come towards him.

***

Gohan was suddenly awoken by a very loud noise which sounded like the heavy use of Ki. As he opened his eyes he saw 17 turn towards him, and say, heartlessly, “Well 18, one monkey down, one to go!”

As soon as 17 said that, Gohan felt a sense of panic, rage, and above all, sadness overwhelm him. He tried desperately to fight the tears the coursed rather freely down his cheeks. “T-trunks…”

When 17 saw that Gohan was crying, he said, “Aww, hey, don’t worry kid, you’ll soon be joining him in Hell!”

Gohan looked up and said, somewhat curiously, “W-what do you mean Hell?”

17 chuckled and said, “Do you realize what you did to me earlier? You kicked a member of your own gender right in the nuts… You’re gonna go straight to Hell!”

Gohan then stood up and burst into Super Saiyan again, glaring at 17 with rage and hate, before saying, “After you,” and sending a Ki blast right into his genitals.

17’s cries of pain were drowned out by Gohan’s inhuman yell of rage as he burst into Super Saiyan 2, causing 18 to gasp, a look fright visible on her attractive face as well as in her eyes, as she said, “What the hell is he?”

17 couldn’t answer, as he was in a great deal of pain from being castrated. Gohan had the same look on his face that his grandfather had when taking on Frieza’s elites. He just kept staring in their direction for a good thirty seconds, before disappearing completely from their sight, leaving them both with dumb looks on their faces, wondering where the hell Gohan had gone to.

17’s answer was given to him as he felt a very sharp pain in his stomach, then a second later he exploded. 18 just stared with disbelief at what she’d just witnessed: this kid had just destroyed her brother with a single punch, and had barely broken a sweat.

Suddenly Gohan turned to her, and said, in a low voice, “Say hi to Krillin for me, Juu.”

18 raised an eyebrow at that statement, wondering what the hell Gohan had meant by that, but before she could come to a conclusion, she felt a sharp pain in her side, and then it was all over…

***

It was now post battle, and Gohan had reverted back to his normal state, and still had the primal Saiyan battlelust expression, but soon that turned into an expression of utter sadness, and the feeling of being alone.

“Trunks,” Gohan said solemnly, feeling as though his heart had been ripped out from the loss of his one true love: Mirai no Trunks Briefs.

“G-gohan-kun…”

Gohan suddenly raised his head at the sound of his name, to see Trunks crawling out from amongst the rubble, who looked like he was in a great deal of pain, although he was smiling all the while.

“Trunks!” Gohan exclaimed as he ran towards the other side of the building, kneeling before Trunks and taking the fair-haired boy’s face in his hands, kissing him as gently as he could. Whenever he pulled away, he looked over his lover’s shirtless form, an realized there were a great number of bruises on his slender form, and he probably had a few fractures. Frantically he searched his pockets for a fragment of a senzu bean, and was overjoyed when he found a full one.

“Here Trunks, take this,” he said, putting it into his mouth, and watching as all the bruises disappeared.

As Trunks felt all his energy return, plus more, he got up on his knees and embraced Gohan. He just held on to his boyfriend for a moment as the gothic boy silently wept. Whenever Trunks pulled away, Gohan said, “I thought they killed you.”

Trunks smirked in fashion of Vejita, and said, “Yeah, well I’m a lot tougher than that, I am my father’s son, after all.”

Gohan then chuckled as Vejita would, and said, “Vejita: the Gothic Prince of Hell.”

Trunks nuzzled into Gohan’s chest again, as the dark-haired boy tenderly stroked his well-developed back, but then brought his head up to look at Gohan questioningly, saying, “Gohan, what about you?”

“What do you mean, what about me?” Gohan asked uncertainly.
“Well, didn’t you lose any energy taking out the androids?”

“Well you saw, I hardly broke a sweat. I was in Super Saiyan 2, after all.”

Trunks looked up at his boyfriend absolutely shocked that Gohan was that much stronger than he was. “Damn, Gohan, you have to teach me how to get to that form sometime.”

Gohan then smiled and said, “Sure, anything for you, Trunks.”

Trunks just continued smiling at his lover, soon turning into an adorable expression of admiration. But Gohan quickly realized that there was a hint of lust in those watery sapphires. His suspicions weren’t proved baseless whenever Trunks spoke again.

“Gohan, I want you to make love to me.”

And with that, Trunks began nipping at the hyper-sensitive flesh of Gohan’s neck, causing him to arouse. Gohan quickly pulled him away however, and said, “Why don’t we do this someplace more romantic?”

Trunks smiled lovingly and said, “Sounds good to me.”

***

Gohan and Trunks were flying over the coastline, looking for that place on the beach they had once trained at. Gohan pointed it out and they landed, hastily stripping each other of the heavy metal t-shirts.

“Hey, Gohan?” Trunks asked his boyfriend as he was helping him with his shirt.

“Yeah, Trunks?”

“Why’d you put on my Cradle shirt?”

“I dunno, they’re a good band, though.”

“Yeah, I wish Ozzy still did Ozzfest, though.”

“Yeah, well maybe he’ll start again now that the androids are dead.”

“Good point, and that goes for Metallica with Summer Sanitarium as well…”, he said as he removed his shirt.

Gohan immediately attacked Trunks’ neck with his mouth to get him aroused from the ministration of his tongue and teeth. Trunks gasped as he felt himself get hard from Gohan nipping, licking, and sucking at his neck. Trunks’ chest was the next place to suffer from Gohan’s pleasurable wrath. He gave one of Trunks’ nipples a tight suck before making his way further down his sculpted abdomen.

Whenever Gohan started working on getting Trunks’ pants undone for the second time that day, Trunks reached down to gently bring Gohan’s face to his eye-level. After observing his love for the longest time, he put his hands on Gohan’s shoulders to gently push him back to lay on the ground, pressing his body fully against Gohan’s.

“Gohan, if it’s alright, I want to be on top.”

Gohan merely smiled upon hearing this, and said, “Okay, Trunks, just be gentle, alright?”

“Of course,” was all Trunks said before he covered his koibito’s lips with his own, sliding his tongue into his mouth and caressing Gohan’s with his own. They made out slowly and passionately, while grinding their pelvises together. He left Gohan’s mouth to plant wet kisses on his jaw, then proceeding to give oral pleasure to his neck, occasionally nipping lightly at the hyper-sensitive flesh. He continued lick and suck, going downward as he had before, with agonizing slowness over his chiseled torso and stomach.

Finally getting to the place his boyfriend wanted it the most, he started undoing his pants, and once he slid them off, he realized that Gohan wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath. Now he just had to ask him if this was a regular habit or not.

“You normally go without underwear, Gohan?”

Gohan smirked and said, “Yeah, Saiyan male thing. Your dear old dad insists that.”

Trunks mirrored Gohan’s smirk before going down on him, engulfing one half of the length in his mouth while encircling the other half with both hands, going up and down in rough-delicate strokes. At the same time he ran his tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, driving him mad with desire and drawling a lot of interesting noises from him like moans, pants, and rumblings deep within his throat which resembled purrs.

Deciding to make the experience even better for his lover, he slowly, sensually slid it down his throat, making Gohan gasp at the gradually shifting temperature. It went from tantalizing warmth, to blissfully scalding heat, at a tortuously slow rate. Trunks then did what Gohan did to him earlier, quickly extracting him from his throat before plunging him into the intense heat again, repeating the actions over and over.

Gohan could pleasure building in him, getting more and more intense until he couldn’t handle anymore and climaxed into Trunks’ mouth. Once Trunks swallowed all the semen that had been unloaded from Gohan’s member, he released him and said, “How could you even swallow that?”

Somewhat annoyed, Gohan replied, “Well you swallowed it, too. Apparently it wasn’t that bad.”

Trunks quickly nodded his head once, and said, “You’re right… It could have easily tasted worse.”

Trunks then smiled immediately after saying that and ran his hands up and down Gohan’s sculpted body possessively, then saying, “God, you’re hot! I’m gonna enjoy taking you. Oh shit, I forgot, what the hell are we gonna use for lube?”

Gohan didn’t answer, just took one of Trunks’ hand into his own, taking three of the lavender-haired boy’s fingers into his mouth, throughly lubricating them in his saliva. The next thing Gohan knew, he felt Trunks’ slick finger prodding the entrance to his backside, making him whimper in pleasure.

But the second the finger slid in, he gasped in pain. “Ow.”

“Gohan, you okay?”

Gohan then put on a brave face and said, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Trunks hesitated, but once he sensed that his love relaxed, he pushed in a second digit, once again feeling his koishii cringe in pain. “Gohan,” Trunks warned.

“I’ll be okay, alright?” Gohan reassured him.

Trunks waited once more for his boyfriend’s muscles to relax, then slid the final finger into his buttocks. Trunks proceeded to move his fingers in and out, stretching Gohan to accustom his well-endowed length. Gohan made incoherent noises of delight as he felt his lover’s fingers stroke his prostate. Once the fingers were removed from him, Gohan started taking harsh breaths as Trunks’ tip was pressed against Gohan’s entrance.

“Gohan,” Trunks said breathlessly. “If the pain is anywhere near excruciating, don’t be afraid to tell me to stop. I’d never wanna take a chance hurting you.”

Gohan sighed and said, “Trunks, I’m a tough male Saiyan, remember? I have a very high threshold for pain.”

Trunks then smiled as he pushed forward, beginning to penetrate Gohan. Once he was halfway in, he heard Gohan gasp in pain, but then felt him relax a second later. He looked over his beloved with concern, but then felt his koi’s muscular legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in completely.

Trunks gasped as he felt the warm tightness surround his erection, and made sure Gohan was fully adjusted before pulling out and pushing back in again, going faster and deeper with each thrust. Eventually he got to a nice medium pace that drove Gohan insane to the point that it was much easier to keep meeting Trunks’ thrusts that to remember how to breathe. Gohan’s moaning was rising louder and louder the deeper Trunks got.

Suddenly, Gohan felt white-hot streak through his toned form as the tip Trunks’ member came into contact with that electrifying bundle of nerve endings deep inside him. Trunks smirked at the reaction he got out of Gohan by hitting his prostate. Trunks did it a second time, again getting the same reaction.

“You like it when I hit that spot, huh?”

Gohan was in too much ecstacy from Trunks’ movements inside him to voice a coherent answer, so he merely nodded once as his reply. Trunks smiled, afterward throwing his head back and moaning as he drove into Gohan’s tight sheath, now inserting to the base of his shaft. Gohan gave an indescribable exclamation as Trunks’ nimble fingers closed around his cock and stroked him in synchronization with his thrusts.

After about seven minutes of being jerked off, that was when Gohan’s climax burst through him, splattering into Trunks’ hand. Trunks continued thrusting in and out of Gohan, until the contracting of his lover’s muscles around his cock got to be too much for him, finally making him reach orgasm and cum inside of him. After riding out the climax for seemingly forever, he finally collapsed onto his lover’s chest, completely spent from the forty-five minutes of lovemaking.

Once Trunks had removed himself from Gohan, he laid down against him, resting his head in the crook of his shoulder. Gohan gently stroked Trunks’ soft purple hair, saying, “I love you, Trunks.”

Trunks raised his head upon hearing this, smiling gently at him and then kissing him softly. When he pulled away, he stared deep into Gohan’s endless black eyes, and said sincerely, “I love you too, Gohan.”

Gohan watched as Trunks rested his head in the crook of his shoulder, immediately falling asleep. Gohan grabbed the pile of their clothes and put them behind his head, before falling into a dreamless sleep with his arms around his love.

***

Suddenly, Bulma Briefs was awaken by the sound of the front door slamming, and quickly berated herself for falling asleep at the kitchen table, when her son could have been killed by the androids. When she saw her son enter the kitchen with someone she had never seen before, she thanked the gods that her son was alright. Trunks could feel his ribs creaking as his mother hugged him as tightly as she could, then pulling away and running her fingers through his hair.

“Trunks, you’re alright!”

“Of course I am, mom. I am Vejita’s son.”

Bulma sighed in exasperation of her son’s pigheadedness, typical of a teenager…and a Saiyan prince. Trunks then heard his mother mutter something like “baka Toranksu no Ouji”, then asking him who the dark-haired stranger was.

“Take a good look at him, who does he remind you of?”

Bulma stared at the ebony-haired young man for a good long while, before coming to a conclusion. “Son-kun?”

He smiled slightly, causing her to throw his arms around him and say, “It is you, Gohan ”

“B-bulma, leggo, can’t breath…”

She then let go of him, quickly apologizing, then asking, “Wait, what are you doing here, first of all? And second, how did you get here?”

Gohan thought about this for a moment, then asked, “Should we tell her, Trunks?”

“Tell her, Gohan.”

“Okay, Bulma, three years from now, Trunks will travel back twenty years into the past, in a time machine that you invented, to warn us about the arrival of the androids. When he arrived there, I immediately fell in love with him. Anyway, later on I eventually told him how I felt, and he claimed that I wasn’t his true love, and that he was only meant to be with Mirai Gohan. But then he said that I would eventually find my true love, and I found out who that was when I had a, um…sensual dream about your son, and I knew that I belonged with that Trunks.”

Bulma, who had been listening intently all throughout Gohan’s speech, now had a tender smile on her face, and then said, “Aww, that’s so sweet, you came back all this way for him; you must really love him,” which made Gohan blush furiously.

Then she thought about something. “Gohan, should I still send Trunks back in time?”

“I wouldn’t see any reason too; my timeline’s already created, and I killed the androids here…”

Bulma, with a look of shock, gasped and said, “Damn, you must be really strong!”

Gohan smirked as Vejita would, then said, “I trained with Dad in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, I even surpassed Super Saiyan.”

“You mean that place your father trained in when he was fifteen?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, a level beyond Super Saiyan…”

Gohan and Trunks then decided that now was a good time to go upstairs, but before they could, Bulma’s voice stopped them.

“Oh yeah, one more thing… Did you two have sex?”

Trunks immediately turned around, looking like he’d seen a ghost. Then he put his face in his hands, groaning. Despite the fact that Gohan was gently stroking his back, he still felt a little uncomfortable admitting something like this to his mother.

Trunks sighed, thinking, ‘This is gonna be a long night…’

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