Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

Trunks coughed nervously as he ran his palms down his legs in an attempt to smooth out the soft creases in his pants. One hand drifted from the task to slip into his pocket and make sure the small, velvet box was still in his possession. There was only half an hour before his mother’s planned reunion and his proposal to Gohan.

He’d loved the man for so long…in fact, he could still remember that moment in time, where he first realized his feelings for the eldest demi Saiyan…

Darkness surrounded him as he padded down the short hallway between the two Son brothers’ rooms. Nervously, he opened the elder’s room, slid inside, and shut it firmly behind him. Quietly, he made his way over to the bed, walking through a barely illuminated patch of floor; made so by the absence of the moon.

Once he reached the bed, he used both hands to gently shake the muscled arm of its inhabitant, causing ebony pools to open sleepily, and cast their gaze onto the small figure standing next to where he was sleeping.

“Trunks? Whassa matter?” Gohan mumbled, the fact he had only just woken causing the words to fall thickly from his mouth.

“Can I sleep in here with you?” came the reply. Gohan pushed himself up and rested his back against the headboard in a sitting position.

“You and Goten had a fight?” he enquired carefully.

“No…I had…I had a nightmare.” The words tumbled quickly from his lips, as though he expected a severe reprimanding for admitting he had a weakness. Gohan only grinned slightly, slid back down, and lifted the corner of his duvet in an obvious sign of acceptance.

Trunks immediately jumped in and snuggled up to Gohan’s chest for his own protection and comfort. Nothing could get or hurt him when Gohan was around. He snickered slightly.

“You must think I’m a real baby. Twelve years old and still having nightmares.”

“No, I don’t. Want me to tell you a little secret?”

“Okay.”

“I still have nightmares sometimes too.”

“You do? Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Who looks after you when you have one?”

“Nobody, there’s nobody to look after me.”

“There isn’t? Gohan, I promise that I’ll look after you if you ever have one.” Gohan smiled at the younger’s words.

“Thanks a lot, Trunks.”

“It’s okay. Gohan?”

“Yeah?”

“Promise you won’t tell anybody I had a nightmare?” Gohan smiled softly again.

“I promise. ‘Night, Trunks.”

“Night.” Gohan’s arms draped loosely around his body and his chin rested gently on the top of his head. Trunks gathered the front of Gohan’s vest lightly within his fists, and listened to the heavy, steady breathing that told him the older was asleep. It was then and there, Trunks realized the feelings he held for Gohan were definitely deeper than that of friendship…

Trunks was snapped out of his thoughts when the chiming of the clock sitting on the table next to him alerted him that it was six o’clock.

“Shit!” He was already late! Panicking slightly, he scooped up his keys, and stowed them in his free pocket, whilst picking up his jacket from where it rested along the back of the sofa. Exiting the house, he slammed the door shut behind him and took to the sky, the fact that the house they lived in was fairly secluded making the odds of him being noticed rather low. Nobody would bat an eyelid to seeing an object fly into the CC, they were used to his grandfather’s ‘bizarre’ inventions.

After roughly ten minutes of flight, he landed in the main front garden, purposely missing his late grandmother’s begonias, and hurried around to the hidden side entrance, used by all of the Z fighters.

“Password please.” the electronic female voice sounded out.

“Kamehameha.” It was a word that none of the Z fighters would be likely to forget, but unlikely to be known by any members of the public. The door slid open, and Trunks stepped smoothly inside, and made his way quickly towards the back exit; which he knew would lead to the party in the back garden. He would have flown straight there, but he wanted his entrance to be inconspicuous.

No such luck.

“Trunks!!! We were wondering when you’d get here!!” Trunks groaned inwardly. His mother. His quick eyes located Gohan in a corner of the garden, apparently in deep conversation with Krillin. For the briefest of moments, their eyes caught each other, before Gohan pulled his away to continue with speaking to the monk.

The young prince soon found arms clasped tightly around his neck, and the overpowering smell of his mother’s perfume invaded his senses. Before he knew it, he was pulled to a group of friends, and was forced to engage in conversation with them.

After a while, something touched his senses, and he looked up. Gohan appeared to be LEAVING. No!!

Standing abruptly, Trunks made his way over to Gohan in three quick strides, and prevented his departure.

“Trunks?” he enquired politely, in a voice that almost caused Trunks’s heart to break again.

“Gohan, I need to speak to you.”

“I think we’ve both said enough…” The music came to an end as the CD player switched to another track. The silence closed in on the lavender haired demi from all sides. It seemed everybody had stopped speaking to watch the two of them.

His fingertips cold from nervousness, Trunks withdrew the small box from his pocket and flipped it open. Lowering himself onto one knee, he held the box so Gohan could see what it contained, grabbed one of his hands, and said in a voice that sounded so much more steady than he felt:

“Gohan? Will you marry me?”