Sometimes One Needs To Force Destiny
by Round Robin     More by this Writer
After Bojack’s fight, Gohan and Mirai Trunks spent time together. But now it’s time for Mirai Trunks to leave and Gohan doesn’t want that. What will he do in an attempt to delay Mirai Trunks departure so he can confess his feelings before it’s too late?

Author’s Notes: This is a Round Robin
Shota



Chapter 02
Part Two by Android 17

Gohan and Vegeta instinctively shielded their faces from the flying shreds of twisted metal sent shooting in every direction.

“TRUNKS!!!!” Gohan screamed as he flew toward the falling body of the object of his desires. He scooped the singed bishonen from the air, and made a hurried landing on the plush lawn.

“Go… Gohan?” Trunks questioned as he cracked one fathomless blue eye open. Then he promptly passed out.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! TRUUUUUUNKSSSSSS!!!” A tap on this shoulder interrupted his wailing. The ebony haired demi Saiyan spun around only to let his eyes meet those of a certain Saiyan prince.

“Hn. Don’t you think your taking this a little far boy? He most likely only has concussion after all.”

Fiery red instantly spread across the embarrassed boys cheeks. He just DID that? How embarrassing…

He looked away wordlessly as Bulma ordered her irate husband to carry his lavender haired crush into the medical wing of the CC.

***

Bulma sighed as she leaned backwards from the control panel of the time machine, and wiped her greasy hands on her overalls.

“Why? Why did this damn thing have to be created in thirteen years time? And why doesn’t Trunks have those Kami damned plans?”

She angrily slammed the side of her fist into the ground. Then the whole of the technical wing was filled with screaming.

“I BROKE MY NAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL!!!”

***

Gohan was once again skulking about in the hallways of the Capsule Corp, keeping his Ki level down, trying to track down Mirai.

His attention was slightly diverted, by the fact he was feeling strange. He ran the back of his hand over his forehead, but felt no fever. Perhaps he was just tired, staying up till 2:00 am to sabotage a time machine, then spending the rest of the night watching over his (soon to be) koibito didn’t really leave him any time for sleep.

His thoughts pretty soon left him, as at that moment, Gohan keeled over right there in the hallway, and fainted.

***

Something snapped inside Trunks’ head. He whipped his head toward to door of his room and winced, the wound screaming to remind him of the fact that it was sill there. He ignored it. Something was telling him that Gohan was hurt in some way.

He made his way to his bedroom door in a few strong strides, twisted the handle to open it, and was sent sprawling on the floor. He looked back to see what had tripped him over.

It was Gohan unconscious on the hallway floor. And for some reason… he looked younger.

Scratch that, he looked about eight years old. He even had the long hair! Trunks scooped Gohan up in his arms and ran to find his mother.

As he ran past his father’s gravity room, he could hear the air inside being painted a very rich shade of blue.

Before he could comprehend what was going on, the prince himself slammed the door open, and walked out in all his eight-year-old glory.

He tried he really did. But he couldn’t contain the laughter that erupted forth from his lungs. He almost dropped Gohan in his glee of seeing his father reduced to a chibi.

Seeing as his powers had diminished greatly, all Vegeta could do was scowl and kick his future son hard in the leg. In response to this, Trunks picked Vegeta up by the waistband of his pants and proceeded to take both chibified Saiyans to his mother.

As soon as he took them into the lab, Bulma was holding her sides and rolling about in laughter.

“WILL YOU SHUT UP ONNA!!!!” When Bulma ignored his yells, Vegeta picked up the nearest thing to hand and threw it. The object connected with Bulma’s forehead and she howled in pain, clutching at her abused head.

“That really hurt! I’m gonna have a lump there, you idiot! Who throws a shoe? Honestly! You fight like a woman!”

This biting comment caused Vegeta to lose his temper even further, so Mirai was forced to knock his chibi father out.

At about the same time, Gohan woke up, and found himself blushing greatly at the fact he was wrapped up in the arms of his crush.

Although the arms seemed a little big. And so did his clothes. And what was that all the way down his back? He reached back to feel it. Oh. Hair. HAIR??

With a yelp of confusion, he leapt out of Mirai’s arms, and inspected himself all over.

He was eight fucking years old!!!!!

***

“So.” Trunks ran a hand through his silken hair, wincing when it brushed over the wound. “Gohan and Vegeta were both exposed to radiation when my time machine exploded, causing them both to regress to the age of eight?” Bulma nodded.

“I’m going to have to put of repairing your time machine while I look for a way in which to try and reverse the effects. Otherwise, they’ll just both regress further and further until they both just disappear.”

In a corner of the room, pretending to be asleep on a cot, Gohan silently cheered to himself. Mirai was going to have to stay longer!! This gave him so much more time to tell his love of his feelings….

***

“No! NO!!! YOU CAN’T MAKE MEEEEEE!!!!!” Gohan howled as Trunks and Bulma tried to force the highly claustrophobic demi Saiyan into a very small analysis tank.

The chibi clutched onto Trunks face, his arms and legs wrapped round his crush’s face in true terror, trying anything he could think of.

Whether he was clutching his crush’s face purposely or otherwise, only the chibi knew.

Vegeta watched, snorting in disgust as he sat inside his own tube, watching the scene unfold before his eyes. He watched as the pair finally got the charcoal haired demi Saiyan inside, and shut the door to prevent any escape.

The chibi proceeded to howl and beat on the reinforced glass, demanding to be let out. Bulma looked over and sighed, then pressed a button on the panel. A gas filled the small tube, and Gohan was soon enough in dreamland.

Soon enough Vegeta and Gohan were allowed out of the tubes, but were forced to sit there as Bulma and Trunks continued the work.

They were working away, when suddenly a strange smell reached their nostrils. They looked about the room, then saw something that shouldn’t be there. Fire.

In a fit of panic, they yelled for the chibi’s to follow and ran straight out of the lab door. Just in time to get away from the explosion that was triggered from the fire.

The explosion threw Gohan and Vegeta forward. They were sent sailing over the heads of Bulma and Mirai, and landed then bounced on the lawns of the CC. If they weren’t Saiyans then they would have definitely been hurt.

***

Five hours later, the fire trucks had been and gone, leaving the lab of the CC looking very blackened and sorry for itself. Gohan picked up a piece of shrapnel that landed bear him. He turned it over and read the logo on it.

“No wonder this… ahem THING set the house on fire, it’s Saiyan technology.”

“You miserable low class warrior. Are you implying that Saiyan technology sucks? Besides it’s not Saiyan but Swiss.” Vegeta growled

“So it catches fire but still give the correct time?” Trunks quipped.

Everybody groaned.

***

Gohan silently made his way down the darkened hallway leading to Trunks’ bathroom. The chibified demi Saiyan was getting fed up. Every time he gathered his courage up to speak to the delicious older demi, it fled from him

Anyway, why would Trunks want him now he was a chibi?

Crouching behind the door, Gohan put his eye to the keyhole to watch his desire soap himself over, before letting the steaming water wash it all away. Gohan licked his lips as Trunks reached up to scrub shampoo into his luscious locks, careful to avoid the still nasty wound he had.

Gohan would have happily cum right there. Yet sudden footsteps behind him alerted him of the dangerous position he was in of being found out. He quickly fled into the nearest room and shut the door softly after himself.

It was then he realised he was in Trunks’ room. There was no escape. The person whose footsteps alerted him was outside and if he flew out of the window, it would be in clear view of the whole city.

Taking the only action he could think of, Gohan dived into the closet, and shut the door. He only just managed to do so before Trunks walked in.

Delighted that he was going to be treated to another show of his crush, Gohan pressed his eye eagerly to the crack between the two doors again. He watched as Trunks towelled himself dry, and then dropped the ‘drying cloth’ on the floor, leaving him in all his glory.

In his eagerness, Gohan leant forward. Trouble was, the doors couldn’t support his weight. So he tumbled though and landed at Trunks bare feet.

“Eh heh heh… uhh… hi?”

“Fuck me!”



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