Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

It had been a week since he had seen Trunks face to face. Between their dad's crazy training schedule, he had been to the time chamber twice and barely made it halfway down snakeway before he was panting like a dog. Without grace he plopped down on the yellow road and leaned a shoulder over the side with a pant. “The old man is trying to kill me, and from the look of your face Vegeta has beaten you to a pulp!”

From his phone screen Trunks grimaced, just barely holding a bloody steak to his eye. “You'd think we were preparing for the Androids!”

Gohan laughed. “I'd rather face them than our dads on an ego trip! Heh…those were fun times…training with you…” He could already see the difference the training had on his boyfriend’s appearance. It would be harder to compete with a royal physique. Not that he wanted to win anyway. He really did just want to spend time with Trunks. He missed him a lot.

The prince blushed and smirked slightly. His lip was cut and swollen, but somehow he still seemed elegant to Gohan. Trunks would always be…Trunks. “I think Goku has beaten out your last brain cell, kid.”

The dark haired teen sat up against the protest of his ribs. “Trunks…about that night…I…”

Trunks growled as he heard shouting at the bathroom door. “YOU LITTLE INGRATE!! HOW DARE YOU COWER IN THE BATHROOM!!”

“Sorry man, gotta go before he kills me. Bye-“

Suddenly the screen went black and Gohan sighed. “Bye…”

***

It was Saturday so Bulma pulled Trunks away from his training with a promise to buy him “training attire”. Vegeta relented as he had burned his own candle at both ends and was in need of the healing tank. With a bandaged cheek Trunks walked the isles of department stores with his seemingly distracted mother. She rambled so much about ‘things' he couldn’t keep up with it all. He had promised to stay in this timeline…but it wasn’t for the comforts.

He knew he would miss Gohan…he knew and he couldn’t make himself go. Now he was confused about where their friendship was going. Gohan wanted…they wanted things. Things that might make his stay too permanent. He was after all, a scavenger. A nomad. He was not used to the continuity that this time came with. The kindness. The safety.

Gohan made him feel secure.

Distracted, callus fingers skimmed over the neck before him, seemingly transfixed on it. Flashes of that night relayed in his poorly adept mind with vivid accuracy. He could feel lips against his throat. Feel digits contouring his hipbones. Jagged fingertips scratched overs his pelvic bone and a strangled gasp left tanned lips. “Ahh!!

Bulma scoffed. “Good thing I asked them to clear the store! You’re just as horny as your father!”

Purple hair covered his shame. “Forgive me mother I-“

“Gohan. I get it. He's handsome, strong, worships the ground you walk on…your father acts the same way around Goku. My only advice is this…” She covered baby Trunk's ears and leaned in close. Blue eyes glittered with playfulness. It was a look he had often seen her with in this timeline…he only wished he could have seen it in his own. How could they be so different?

“ Make sure you’re ready, son…make sure he is ready too..if you don’t…well, you see how your father and Goku get along right? Say what you need to say…before. Before what you have becomes…more.”

They spent the remainder of their shopping trip picking out speedos and shirts since his training had caused him to bulk abit. Trunks didn’t care what he wore. He spent his time thinking bout her words, and what next week might mean for him and his dorky boyfriend.

Gohan it was unfortunately no different. Since he started training with his father all he had was time to think. Son Goku was a big believer in rest, so half of his time was spent watching the endless blue sky bear their home or gazing off into the nothing surrounding king kai's world. His phone didn’t work in these ethereal places, and so he was left to wonder. Wonder if he had passed a line between then. Wonder if he had missed his chance that night or if it really played out the way he remembered.

One day he was particularly distant as his thoughts had grown muddled in his trepidation, and so akin to his heart, the power within rose in it's fear of the silence and scorched the ground around him. Goku walked up and whistled. “Man…you really got it bad!”

“Knock it off…” The teen whispered harshly and turned on his side. Goku smirked. “I don’t blame you. I get the same feeling just thinking about it. Somewhere on Earth, Vegeta is training so hard..it gets me excited!”

The younger saiyan rolled his eyes. “All you two do is bicker and fight! And now you got me and Trunks against each other too…Vegeta is really beating him down…”

The spiky haired warrior sat down among the scorched earth and scratched his head. “I suppose that's true…but you know we never really argue. It's how we show we like each other. As saiyans, fighting brings us together the way nothing else can. I train hard because Vegeta deserves my best. Trunks deserves your best too, Gohan..”

Gohan blushed. “My best…”

At this his father smiled softly and fell back in the grass. “Mm. I bet Vegeta has been in the tank 20 times already! He never learns. Muscles need rest..”

As Gohan laid back he saw a contentment which was hard to define. A dreaminess in his father's smile that somehow he never noticed before. It seemed like love..and it seemed right.