It's In His Kiss
by Sazza     More by this Writer
Gohan wants Trunks, but staring from afar just doesn’t work anymore. So he asks Goku for a solution….

Prequel to Love Is All Around.
Song Used: Rudy Clark – It’s In His Kiss

Does he love me? I want to know
How can I tell, if he loves me so?

It was a bright and sunny afternoon, birds chirped and flew about, enjoying the good weather while it lasted, quite unaffected by the inner storming of a certain demi-Saiyajin. Gohan walked along the road to his home, kicking small pebbles along the path as he wondered what he was going to do about Trunks.

He’d realised that he was truly in love with the purple haired man a few months back, when he’d stayed over at their house for the night with Goten. For some reason both of them had been unable to sleep and had ended up in the living room talking in the early hours of the morning.

Gohan had never paid much attention to Trunks before, the young man being his little brother’s best friend above everything else. That’s not to say he and Trunks had never spoken, but the majority of that time was back before Buu, when the younger man had been a child.

During that sleepover, Gohan had begun to notice a lot of things about Trunks that he hadn’t seen before, namely the ways in which he was similar to Vegeta stood out the most. Gohan credited himself with knowing Vegeta quite well having dealt with the Saiyajin Prince since he had been a small child, and then having to live with the elder man when it was announced that he and Goku had become mates. However he’d never seen the similarities between him and Trunks, who had always seemed more like Bulma except for the face.

It wasn’t in the way he spoke to people, that was Bulma’s influence, but more in the way he held himself, especially compared to Goten who was much more like their father. When they’d been talking, Gohan had noticed the way Trunks was sitting, back straight with a quiet air of dignity about him, which reminded of Vegeta although for some reason it had taken him a while to place it.

Is it in his eyes
Oh no, you’ll be deceived

Gohan drew closer and closer to home as he dwelled on all the aspects known as Trunks. He remembered at one point when Trunks had asked him to describe what had happened from his point of view when he had first met Vegeta, and then the times on Namek. He’d been watching Gohan with a cool but intense gaze, which made him stutter and forget where he was more than once, although he’d managed to remember where he was to save himself too much embarrassment.

It was at times like those when Trunks was so much like Vegeta that it almost scared Gohan off, but then most of the time he saw the happy, mischievous, young man who had grown up with his brother. Gohan found this frustrating because at times after that night, Trunks became almost flirtatious but when Gohan tried to look for something in his eyes it all seemed to be behind a wall.

Is it in his signs?
Oh no, he’ll make believe

Gohan walked up the small path to his house and strolled inside praying that only his father would be around.

“Dad?”

“Kakarrot isn’t here,” said Vegeta as he suddenly appeared out of thin air.

“Oh, do you know where he is?” Asked Gohan as he tried to calm his speeding heart. He was certain that although Vegeta certainly loved his father, he was still hell bent on killing the younger Son, although, instead of going for the obvious approach, he was going to scare him to death!

“I think he went to meditate or train, he left a few hours ago so he should be back soon.”

“Right,” Gohan stopped for a moment then saw Vegeta walking out the front door.

“Umm, Vegeta?”

“Hmm?”

Gohan stopped as Vegeta turned around and looked at him with one eyebrow raised, with the same gaze as his son. Gohan changed his mind about asking him and chose with the safer option of his own father.

“Never mind, I’ll just ask my dad.”

Vegeta just shrugged and walked off out of the house, leaving Gohan to figure out how he was going to ask his dad what he wanted to.

If you want to know if he loves you so
It’s in his kiss
That’s where it is

Vegeta took off into the air and followed Goku’s ki signature to a secluded spot a few miles away. He found his mate floating about a foot in midair with his eyes closed and his hands rested on his knees, completely oblivious to the outside world.

Vegeta walked right up to him and knelt down so that his nose was only and inch from the taller man’s, waiting to be noticed.

He watched as the large dark eyes in front of him opened and focused on him, quickly followed by the trademark smile.

“I thought you were going to train in the gravity room today, Vegeta?”

“I was, but I thought I could get some better training here instead,” Vegeta mumbled quietly as he moved even closer so that their noses were touching.

“Hmm…I guess you could,” whispered Goku, gazing into Vegeta’s ebony eyes, trying to keep the smile on his face from widening.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, before Vegeta remembered the other reason he had come.

“Oh yeah, and that brat of yours wants to talk to you.”

Goku let out a sigh, Vegeta may have had perfect timing in battle, and in bed, but setting the mood was not one of his strong points.

“Which one?”

“The oldest.”

“You mean Gohan.”

“Hn.”

Goku gave another sigh; this was a habit that he’d never be able to get Vegeta to drop – referring to their children as brats.

“Do you know what about?”

“No, he wants to talk to you, not me.”

“Was it urgent?”

Vegeta considered his answer before coming to a conclusion.

“No.”

“So then there’s no rush,” Goku started, leaning forward to press his lips against his mate’s, letting his eyes close as the smaller man began to respond.

Is it in his face?
Oh no, that’s just his charms

Gohan sat at the table wondering if he should go find his father, but soon decided against it when Goten and Trunks walked in. Both of the younger half saiyans had obviously been sparring for the first time in a while and were currently wiping their faces on the nearest available dishcloths.

“You go get a shower first Trunks, I’m gonna grab something to eat,” said Goten as he headed over to the cupboard.

Trunks shot a quick look at Gohan and jokingly rolled his eyes. “Right.”

He wandered off to the shower leaving the two brothers alone in the kitchen.

“Where’s dad?”

“Meditating I think,” said Gohan, “I came to see him, but only Vegeta was still here.”

“Vegeta? Still in? What time did you get here?”

“About 12.”

“Whoa, he must have been tired for some reason,” started Goten, but a quick snigger from Gohan brought the blood rushing to his face.

“Gohan! That wasn’t an image I needed!”

Gohan didn’t respond with words, just began laughing even more.

“Man, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat this now,” mumbled Goten as he looked at the packet of biscuits in his hand. After a brief consideration period that lasted all of a few seconds, he changed his mind and began to eat.

After finishing off about half of the packet, Goten finally spoke to his now calm brother.

“It’s still weird isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“Dad and Vegeta.”

Gohan nodded. “At least you weren’t here when mum found out.”

Goten smiled thankfully, he’d heard all about it later, luckily he’d been at Capsule Corp. with Trunks at the time.

“Hmm, so how’s mum doing?” Gohan asked.

“She’s fine, I think she likes it better there since almost everything is paid for, and she’s learnt to drive now.”

“I’ll have to remember to visit her soon; I haven’t seen her in a while.” Mainly because I’ve been too preoccupied with Trunks, who is probably currently standing naked only a few metres away, in a warm shower…

Gohan gave himself a mental slap, determined not to carry on that thought any longer.

“So how did sparring go?”

“OK, I realised why I stopped doing it as often, although I guess it was a bit worse since Vegeta makes Trunks work more than dad does with me.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s just him being the Prince of all Saiyajin again.”

Silence settled into the kitchen as Goten moved his hunger pangs onto another unfortunate packet of biscuits. Whilst listening to the rustling of packets, Gohan began wondering what he’d eat for his dinner, until a voice startled them both.

“Goten, can you remember where I slung my clothes bag this morning?”

Gohan only started as Trunks stood in the doorway, with only a towel wrapped round his hips, looking at Goten. Something for which Gohan was grateful for since he was having trouble closing his jaw. Fate was a cruel, cruel thing.

“I think you threw it on the couch, it should be somewhere around there, but your dad was here pretty late this morning so he might have moved it.”

“Right.” With that Trunks wandered off into the living room to begin the search for his lost, clean clothes.

Goten got up then and wandered off to get his own shower, while Gohan did his best to calm himself down, eventually standing up and fetching himself a glass of water to try and help cool off. Goten wasn’t the only one who needed a shower right about now.

Eventually Trunks reappeared, fully clothed this time much to Gohan’s mingled relief and disappointment.

“Hey Gohan, you mind if I grab something to eat?”

“Help yourself, there’s more than enough,” Gohan said calmly, ignoring the tic in his left eye.

“Right!”

Trunks turned around and bent down to see what was in the cupboard, unknowingly in the process giving Gohan a lot of mental pictures which did nothing to help his current state of mind. Once again, the elder demi Saiyajin mentally griped to himself about the cruelty of fate.

In his warm embrace?
Oh no, that’s just his arms

Gohan continued sipping his fifth glass of cold water while Trunks told him about their afternoon sparring session, going into fine detail about tricks he had pulled and any spectacular hits he had pulled off.

Gohan did his best to listen, really, but was caught up trying not to stare blankly at the man in front of him. It was hard enough on its own, but with all the views of the half-Saiyajin’s body he had been getting today, his mind kept drifting off into the outer reaches of his sex drive.

“Gohan?”

“Hmm?” Gohan gave himself a mental shake and focused on what was being said.

“Are you listening to me? You’ve seemed off it since we came in…”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just got some things on my mind and they keep bothering me…”

“Ah, care to tell me about it? Maybe I can help?”

“No, it’s nothing you can help me with.” Yeah right… “Thank you, though.” Gohan smiled at him.

“Oh, well if you ever change your mind…”

When Trunks said that Gohan could have sworn he saw disappointment in his eyes for a second. No, just wishful thinking.

Trunks then started talking about their sparring session again, although he didn’t seem as keen about it as he was before. It was almost a relief when Goten walked in ready to go out.

“You coming Trunks, I say we go into town and pick up girls!”

“Yeah!” Trunks got up and walked over to Goten.

“See ya later bro’!”

“Bye Gohan!”

“Bye you two, and don’t go breaking any hearts!”

All he heard was laughing as an answer as the two half Saiyajin’s walked off leaving Gohan alone with his thoughts.

After glancing round the empty kitchen for a moment, Gohan decided that a cool shower was in order before his father came back. He wanted to be at least a little coherent when he asked for the elder man’s advice.

Hug him and squeeze him tight
Find out what you want to know

Goku leisurely flew through the air, taking his time in making his way back to his home. The day was still warm, but the cool air that rushed past him helped take away any muggy edge to it.

He and Vegeta had sat talking for a while, but eventually his mate’s need to train returned, and before leaving he had reminded Goku about Gohan. Both men had separated, Vegeta probably going to Capsule Corp. to train in the gravity room there where he’d have almost instant help if he blew it up…again.

It wasn’t long before the house came into sight, the building looking deceptively small. As small as it looked, it managed to house himself, Vegeta, Goten and Gohan as well as two bathrooms and an extra large kitchen.

He floated down to the ground and walked up to the door before pausing for a moment. He could sense Gohan’s ki, and the young man seemed…agitated?

He entered the house and headed straight for the kitchen in search of food, and Gohan. Peeking around the doorframe, he watched as his nervous looking son took a sip from his glass of water.

“Hey, Gohan!”

“Hi dad, can I talk to you?”

“Sure, what is it?” He asked as he sat down on the opposite side of the table.

“Well I like someone and…”

“Oooh, who? C’mon Gohan you have to tell me!” Goku asked, not letting his son finish in the midst of his excitement.

“Well…”

“Tell you what, tell me your problem and then you can tell me who it is. How’s that?”

“Sounds good,” Gohan answered with a small smile.

“Well what’s the problem?”

“Well, it’s another man I like…” Gohan paused a moment to try and work out how to say it, he doubted his father would even bat an eyelid over that part of his problem.

“And the thing is, I don’t know if he likes me. I was wondering if you could tell me how to tell, since you’re the one who asked Vegeta…”

“Ah, who are we talking about? It’d be different for each person especially since Vegeta isn’t well known for being overly emotional, so it was harder to know what he was thinking about me most of the time.”

“Well…it’s Trunks….”

“Trunks? In that case I say take the same approach as I did with Vegeta!” Goku said, not pausing for a moment.

“What’s that?”

“Kiss him!”

“Kiss him?!?”

“Yes, that’s right. You can’t lie through a kiss! The same goes for Vegeta and Trunks. I mean, if I’d told Vegeta that I loved him he could have shrugged it off since he’s an excellent liar, Trunks is the same from what I remember seeing of his childhood. So kiss him!”

“I can’t though, what if he doesn’t like me…?”

“Well you two get along great, and that kiss just might help things along. Plus if he doesn’t like you… well… do what I did and don’t think about it!” Goku offered with a small laugh and a shrug.

“Thanks dad,” Gohan sighed as he fiddled around with his now empty cup.

If it’s love, if it really is
It’s there in his kiss

Gohan took a nervous breath as he stared at the phone, willing his heart to slow down before it burst right out of his chest and made a nasty mess on the floor. He didn’t particularly want to clean up his own blood and vital organs.

`Relax! All you’re doing is asking him if he wants to go to Yamcha’s game on Saturday, no big deal, nothing obvious. Or is it? Trunks is a smart guy, he’s bound to suspect something! Ah Gohan, shut up and pick up the damn phone!’

Picking up the receiver, he dialled Trunks’ work number, and began counting the rings. Trying to calm his breathing down, so as not to sound like a phone stalker, he waited, torn between urging Trunks to pick up the phone NOW and to not pick it up at all.

Seconds later his decision was made for him.

“Hello, this is Capsule Corp., Trunks speaking.”

Gohan took a deep breath before he answered.

“Hey Trunks, it’s Gohan!”

“Hey! Thank god you rang! I’m being given an untimely burial under wads of paper!”

The dark haired man instantly relaxed, feeling more at ease now that he knew Trunks was happy to see him.

“Haha, poor you, I’m not working until later so I got to have a niiice lie in and I’ve been slobbing in front of the TV all morning and eating us all out of house and home!” Gohan replied.

“Liar!”

“What makes you say that?” Gohan asked in a mock-offended tone.

“You don’t do things like that! I bet you were up at seven this morning, writing out lesson plans or grading papers,” Trunks replied with a smirk in his voice.

“Actually I was up at eight,” Gohan replied, grinning as well.

“See, bet you didn’t think I knew you that well, eh?”

“I am surprised, I bet Goten told you all of that didn’t he?”

“Some of it, the rest I have noticed when I’ve stayed over…plus my dad says you’re too uptight!”

Gohan almost choked when he heard that.

“Vegeta thinks I’m uptight?!”

“Yup, you do need to loosen up! And I have just the thing to help you do that!”

“And what would that be?” Gohan asked, slightly miffed that VEGETA of all people thought he was uptight.

“I’m dragging you out to Yamcha’s baseball game on Saturday whether you like it or not! You’re not going to think about school and you’re going to have a good time, eat junk food, drink some alcohol and yell a lot! Sound good?”

Gohan was speechless for a moment, before replying.

“Sure, actually that’s what I was ringing to ask you!”

“YOU were willingly going to go to a sports game where there would be no work and the possibility of fun? Hallelujah! Praise the lord! He’s loosening up!”

Both men began laughing after that, giggling in a very schoolboy type manner.

“I didn’t know you preached on weekends, Trunks!”

“Oh yeah, on Wednesday nights too!”

More laughing followed.

“Ack! Gotta go, my secretary has just looked into the office and is shooting me the death beams of doom from her eyes! Meet you outside the stadium?”

“Sure, Trunks, bye!”

“See ya!”

The phone went dead and Gohan grinned at the ceiling, wondering why he had been nervous in the first place.

If you want to know if he loves you so
It’s in his kiss
That’s where it is

Vegeta strolled in that afternoon to see his mate and two sons sat at the table, inhaling food like there was no tomorrow. Watching with a raised eyebrow, he nodded in greeting when each of them gave him a nod or grunt of recognition before moving back to their various meals. Seating himself next to Goku, he began salvaging what he could from the table, placing it on his own plate and keeping it under a guarded watch, knowing what the other three men were like around food.

Before long, the meal had ended; Gohan and Goten disappeared into their rooms to carry on with their own activities, the youngest Son leaving an order to keep the phone free since he would be using it.

Goku waited until both of his sons had left the room, and then turned to the smaller Saiyajin sat next to him who was still eating in a more dignified manner than the rest of the occupants of the house had previously been.

“Vegeta?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve got something to tell you, promise you won’t explode?”

Vegeta eyed the other man warily for a few moments and carefully considered his reply.

“I promise not to kill anyone.”

“Good enough, now it’s about Trunks…”

“What about him?”

“Well sort of about him, it’s about Gohan as well…”

“Gohan fancies Trunks. Trunks fancies Gohan. Neither one knows it?”

“Well yeah…how did you know?”

“It’s obvious, your brat goes into a happy daze whenever my brat is over here and vice versa,” Vegeta replied, wondering why the other man was making such a deal of telling him.

“It’s obvious?” Goku asked sceptically, not having noticed anything different going on with either of their sons.

“To someone who knows what to look for, it’s obvious.”

“Oh, that’s ok then. Shall we tell them?”

“Let them find out for themselves. It won’t kill them.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised you reacted so well!”

“Hn.”

How about the way he acts?
Oh no, that’s not the way

Gohan stood outside the stadium, glancing around to see if he could spot a familiar purple haired head in the crowds. Glancing nervously at his watch to check the time, he scanned around himself again, wondering why he was so nervous when it was Trunks who had invited him.

`Probably because you’re going to try and take dads advice!’

He sighed and ignored the traitorous little voice in his head. Instead he continued to look around, almost jumping out of his skin when a pair of hands clapped onto his shoulders, followed by a loud greeting.

“Gohan! I’m not late am I? I was held up by Bra,” Trunks rolled his eyes and grinned.

“You’re not, I think I got here too early,” Gohan replied grinning back.

“Hope that’s not always the case!”

Gohan’s brow creased slightly as he tried to figure that out, before shrugging and letting Trunks drag him towards the entrance.

“Let’s go get in line before it gets too long!”

“Right!”

When it had finished, both men wandered down to the front to congratulate Yamcha on his team winning. Both Saiyajin’s carrying some cheap merchandise, left over food and sore throats along with them.

“Nice win, Yamcha!” Trunks said as way of greeting.

“Oh yeah, but you know they didn’t stand a chance against us!” Yamcha replied, before continuing in a quiet voice. “Or against me anyway!”

“Yeah, Yamcha, you’re a regular champion!” Gohan added.

“So who’s up to come out to dinner to celebrate?” asked Krillen as he approached.

“No thanks guys, I’ve got an early day at work and I’m sure Gohan has more work to do as well,” Trunks said.

“Oh yeah, a regular workaholic,” laughed Krillen.

“Never mind, see you guys later!” Yamcha added, picking up his bat and walking towards the entrance. Krillen followed, giving them a wave in farewell.

“Hey, Gohan, you don’t mind if I come over to your place for a bit do you? I’m not anxious to get to bed only to wake up tomorrow just to go back to work.”

“Sure, I guess I could manage to leave work alone for a bit longer,” Gohan replied with a grin.

“Yeah, who knows, you might even enjoy it!”

“I guess.”

“Miracles do happen!”

Both men flew the rest of the way in silence, Gohan wondering how he was going to tell Trunks since he didn’t plan on following his father’s advice. However, all too soon for the darker haired demi- Saiyajin of the pair, they arrived at his home, landing on the front lawn before strolling up to the house and walking right in the front door.

“Dad? Goten? Vegeta?”

“No one in?”

“Not a one.”

“Ah well, let’s eat and watch TV!” Trunks suggested with a grin, the younger man still feeling slightly energised from the match.

“Good plan, but first I need to talk to you…”

Trunks looked up at him for a few moments while he dug around in one of the lower cupboards, before nodding and pulling out several bags of crisps.

“Nothing that the couch can’t handle, eh?” the younger man said, while gesturing to the living room.

Nodding and swallowing nervously, Gohan followed him and sat himself down on the couch. He stretched his muscles, which at this moment in time were eager to run a marathon with the amount of adrenaline running through his system.

“So what did you want to talk about?”

“Well, it’s just… um… I…. You… um… give me a minute, this is hard,” Gohan mumbled, staring at his knees.

“Is this what you’re talking about?”

Gohan looked up to see what Trunks was talking about, when a hand shot behind his neck, pulling him forward into a deep kiss. Freezing for a moment in shock, he felt Trunks smile slightly into the kiss before he felt his tongue running lightly over his lips, gently asking for entrance.

And you’re not listenin’ to all I say
If you wanna know if he loves you so

Gohan immediately responded now that the shock had disappeared, leaving him annoyingly giddy and light-headed. Letting the other man dominate the kiss, he leant back against the arm of the sofa, enjoying the feel of the other half Saiyajin as he bent over him.

Unknown to the two men in the house, Vegeta and Goku were fast approaching, both men eager for an `early night’. Rushing into the house, they both froze in the entrance to the living at the scene that was playing out before them.

Gohan was currently sprawled out on his back on the couch, while Trunks was using his body to keep him in place. Both of them appeared to have turned into starving animals, judging by the way they were acting.

“AHEM!” Vegeta cleared his throat to catch the attention of his son and son in law.

Gohan froze to the spot, while Trunks calmly looked up at the men in the door.

“Hmm?”

“Take it to his bedroom brat! When I come home I don’t want to have to watch you two going at it like jack rabbits in heat!”

“Why should we move, you can always move to your room,” Trunks answered, feeling overly confident and smug right now.

“You want to play it that way?” Vegeta answered with a smirk.

“What way?”

“You move now or I’m going to do something the pair of you are going to hate!”

“Such as…?.”

Without giving Trunks a chance to finish his sentence, Vegeta whirled around and pinned Goku against the doorframe, pressing his entire body up against the broader frame before capturing his mouth into a deep kiss. Grinding his hips slowly but firmly against the taller man, he smirked inwardly when small moans began making their way into their kiss.

Completely forgetting about their audience, he ran his hands up Goku’s chest to grip hold of the edge of his gi and ripped it down the middle, giving him free roam to the skin beneath.

“AAHHH!!!”

The two full-blooded Saiyajin’s ignored the yells of protest from their sons as they ran off to Gohan’s room and slammed the door.

It’s in his kiss
That’s where it is

“That was something I truly didn’t need to see…” grumbled Gohan.

“You and me both! Ack!”

“And the annoying thing is, my mind will keep trying to replay what might have happened if we had stayed longer!”

“Which is evil…” Trunks replied.

Making his way over to the bed, the lavender haired demi Saiyajin sat himself down and attempted to erase the images from his head. He turned to Gohan and watched with a smile as the other man sprawled himself out on the bed, arm covering his eyes as he grumbled to himself about emotional trauma.

Grinning, Trunks leant over and moved the arm away from Gohan’s face, pausing to stare into dark eyes before leaning in. Gohan closed his eyes in anticipation…

At that moment, a loud scream from Goku rang through the house, followed by several loud moans.

Both demi-Saiyajins started laughing, Trunks letting his head drop down onto the bed next to Gohan as he tried to calm down. Gohan, on the other hand, made no such effort and began curling in on himself, clutching his sides.

“I think…” He laughed again. “We…should try… this some…where else.”

Trunks lifted himself up again, nodding and laughing. Climbing to their feet, they ran over to the window, launching themselves out of it and into the air. As they flew away from the house, Gohan reached across and took Trunks’ hand in his.

It’s in his kiss
That’s where it is

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