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Son Goten was many things. A video game enthusiast. A burger expert. A guy who hated mornings and loved falling asleep in the tub. Of all the things he could label himself as, hopeful was not one of them. Seeing Gohan, his literal father figure and Trunks, his long time friend, express themselves on a level that was base and natural, was a rare gift.

He missed them. He missed having lunch with Trunks and watching the prince snark over pretentious women who vied for his attention. He missed how warm and safe it was when Gohan was near. They were the missing pieces of his puzzle.

He smiled almost too softly as he watched his best friend slop into one of the piles of Mondo burgers they had ordered and realized this was a fantasy he had never allowed himself to fulfill. ‘I’m fucking vetting Trunks! This is a dream come true…’

“Can I ask you a question?”

Trunks swallowed hard and patted his lips with a napkin. He never cared for public spaces. Being the son of the richest person in the world did that to you, which is why he didn't come here anymore. He looked around fondly at the obnoxious yellow walls and the 80’s pink décor that Mondo's provided with a sense of nostalgia.

How many times had he and Goten shared burgers here after school, late at night when he couldn’t be bothered to go home to his domineering parents? How he missed those days. “Of course. You are acting weird, Chibi. You never ask for permission to do anything…”

The black haired demi leaned back and rocked against the back legs of his chair, his 'Take ass, Kick names' shirt stained with sriracha sauce. “Well, when we were kids, I didn’t know who I was. I just did what I felt like because I wanted to be Gohan when I grew up. I was a dominant without purpose. This… thing that I do… this thing that you want to do? It requires consent. How sure are you that Gohan is going to agree to this… activity you want to do?”

He had never thought of that. “I don’t know… I mean… he seemed to like it…”

Goten shook his head. “That was adrenaline, dude. I brought you here because one, Mondo still makes the best Beef shrimp pork rind burgers this side of west city, but also… I need to understand your motivations. Are you just doing this because you like the pain stuff? The roughness? Cause I’m sure you guys don’t need me to spice up your bedroom.”

Trunks felt heat surface against his cheeks and looked down at the random array of spirals and triangles decorating the plastic table. “It did feel… good to do that stuff. I guess I just want that feeling I had last night, that control, the way he looked at me. You're going to think I’m crazy, but I even felt something change in our bonds. Like our ki was… melding together… getting stronger. I felt like we were ...”

He looked up and Goten smiled at the truly unguarded happiness with a sense of resolution. “….more connected than we ever were. I don’t know if he will say yes... its not just the sex. Really, it felt right.”

‘And vetting is over…’ “That was the exact thing I needed to hear, dude. We are going to do some amazing things together. I’m so excited!!”

Trunks laughed. It looked like Goten was back again. He thought of his lover who had little knowledge he was preparing their vacation to be the most memorable, and smiled. He listened attentively as his best friend went over things they would shortly do. Negotiations. Contracts. He found himself growing increasingly excited as he learned of punishments, funishments, and rules. The more they talked the more confident he felt about what he wanted.

Shame seemed to fall away temporarily as he read over sample documents and he laughed at the irony of it all. He really was his mother's son. He complained relentlessly over signatures and paperwork, and yet here he was, bringing them into his personal life. Goten saw his eagerness and had to cover his laughter with his hand. “You have a hard-on for paperwork, don’t you?”

The prince smirked and brushed locks from his eyes as he continued to read. “You know what, man? I think I do…”

***

Son Gohan awoke to a cold bed. His eye lashes lifted slowly against the soft grey pillows and he found himself anchoring to the alarm clock resting on his night stand. It felt foreign to sleep in. 9:30 was the time for under achievers, at least that was the method in which he had always trained himself under.

In the fog of morning he could just barely make out the dreams his mind had conjured in his unconsciousness. Growls, bite marks, the occasional lash which hardened both his cock and his clarity.

It felt good to be somehow on top of Trunks but not in control. As if he was a specific service the handsome, rich prince had paid for. He was servicing him with his cock, going deep only when Trunks demanded, only when he wished it so. His legs shifted slightly and he felt the sting of last night’s activities in full force. “Mm…”

Perhaps it was all the training and battles he had encountered, or something inherent in his saiyan nature that equated soreness with a job well done, with a sense of satisfaction. Either way his wounds were very much alive and pulsing, as hard as unnatural morning erection.

He slowly sat up from the silky, cloud grey sheets and picked up his cell. Trunks had left the house. His significant other’s ki and his scent were not wafting through the large gaudy halls of their home.

He stood up as he looked over his screen for messages, but when he saw none he smirked. “What’s he playing at? The first day of our vacation and he slips out on me…”

He turned his back to the full length mirror resting on the wall and felt satisfied in a way he couldn’t define at the sharp red marks covering his cheeks. He took a picture of it and texted his missing mate.

Prince Charming

666-666-666 (Trunks changed his number to this on purpose)

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