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Trunks Briefs scrambled through paperwork from his too cramped desk in his too tight dress shirt and swore he could feel his blood pressure rising. Being the son of two emotional people, he understood he had limits to his aggravation. He made it through a mountain of documents with a squeeze of a rubber stress toy labeled Velvet Industries a CC company, and spared a glance at the clock on the wall. ‘1:00. Gohan should be making it to his second period class now. Wonder what he had for lunch…’

He more than just wondered. The hours he counted till their well deserved vacation were dredging by and all he wanted to do was tear off his tie and jump in his jag. It had taken months for him to convince his parents to let him earn his future, and an entire year to persuade his mother that his design plans for the new mobile medi machines were a viable solution to the ever increasing need for health care. Board meetings grated on his nerves but he was proud of his work as a scientist and as a man.

He had earned his place as CEO of Velvet Industries with blood and sweat. Hours of bonding time with Gohan was lost in favor of barely lit laboratories and eye straining on computer screens. Now months later he was going on a very long vacation with the man of his dreams and planning their wedding.

Just 30 more minutes.

There was a soft tap on the window and blue eyes softened at the sight. “Are you almost done? I bought coffee.”

Trunks sighed with happiness and leaned back in his chair. “Almost. Shouldn’t you be in class?”

Gohan stepped in from the window ledge and smirked devilishly as if he had outsmarted the world. It was uniquely a Son smirk, which always unnerved him in Goku or his wayward friend Goten. Gohan just seemed to wield it with more grace. “Finals. I told them to finish up and send it by email so you—Trunks Briefs— are all mine.”

The black haired demi leaned over the desk and caused heat to blush over his fiancée’s face. Trunks looked away, assured his eyes gave away his desire. Gohan was dominant in their relationship, but it didn’t stop the prince from wanting to eat him alive.

He cleared his throat and began shifting through papers. “Knock it off. If I miss one signature mom will make me come back and it will be Roshi's all over again.”

Gohan frowned and lifted his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. I'll just hang back.”

The memory of Vegeta barging in while he was balls deep inside his son was indeed something he didn’t wish to repeat. He secretly was still annoyed at Bulma for that slip up. Sicking her dog on them for one lousy signature.

To pass the time he did a few warm ups and splits against the couch arms. Trunks managed to ignore him and his green jogging suit. With a sigh of relief the last document was signed and the prince smirked wiry and tugged his tie off and tossed it in the trash bin. “Let's blow this popsicle stand.”

Gohan grinned and scooped him up. “Hell yeah…” As if he was the lightest thing on earth the prince was picked up and they took off for their own slice of heaven.

***

Trunks had been travelling and sleeping in hotels for so long, he had forgotten how good it felt to be home. He moaned as he sank his stomach into the bath water and his limp sex floated up against his navel. “Fuck, it’s so good to be home, man…”

Gohan came in with a toothbrush in his mouth and his watch sliding down his wrist. “Goten is going to kick our asses if we skip out on him again, baby.”

Trunks snorted and sank deeper into the water. “I love Goten, but he can fuck off. I don’t want to spend our vacation going to clubs and I definitely don’t want to watch him beat some guy until he nuts in his pants.”

Gohan laughed as he sat against the tub edge and smoothed over the younger demi's wet bottom. “The quicker we get this done the faster we can come home. Besides we promised when we were free we'd come see him at work and he will just keep interrupting us if we don’t. He called at 2 am yesterday and I heard someone screaming over the phone.”

Trunks blanched. “He was such a nice kid, what happened to him I wonder?“

His mate rolled his eyes and splashed water at him. “Your dad fucked him on his 18th birthday. Has the corporate world fogged your memory?”

Trunks growled. “God damn it. Dad fucking sucks.”

Gohan laughed. “Yeah he does.”

It took another hour if Trunks complaining about family boundaries before they found themselves in the seedy district of West city wearing festival masks to hide their faces. From under his kitsune mask Trunks growled at the blacked out windows and the line that had formed behind them. “Why the fuck are we here again?”

Gohan smirked and tugged him to his side, feeling rather devious with his red hannya mask on. “We love our brother.”

The door man eyed them but Gohan was watching the other couples in line. Kissing. Touching. He grew excited and ran a hand over the prince's backside. Trunks growled. “Knock it off!!”

If he was honest, the young demi did not want to be there. This place made him uncomfortable. The way Goten acted now… made him uncomfortable. He sighed as he looked over at Gohan who was clearly turned off by his yelling and stroked his demon mask. “I am sorry…I didn’t mean to yell at you…”

Gohan shrugged. “Its ok, but you need to relax, sweetheart. We are on vacation remember?”

Trunks blushed under his mask and pulled at his purple cuffs. “Right…”

When they reached the door the doorman smirked at them and handed Trunks a leash. “Here you go, sweetheart. It’s easier to break them in with a firm grip. The Handler is waiting for you in the back..”

Trunks was confused, but took the leash and they entered the dark club. The light began peering from plastic flaps as they approached down a narrow hallway. They dipped under and there was a group sitting in a circle around the stage. Neon lights flickered in the haze and the prince felt his heart racing as they stepped in front of an empty chair. Before he could sit a man with familiar spikes jumped down from the stage and purred in his direction.

It was Goten.