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The first time Gohan fell in love, it snuck up on him. He never saw it coming.

Videl was abrasive, exasperating and assertive. The complete opposite of him, so it took a little while for him to realize that what he felt for her was actually love. She steamed rolled through his life laying waste to who he thought he was and remolding him into who he would become.

Videl brought out the man his mother had always wanted him to be.

If anyone had suggested that he would fall in love with a woman so like his mother he would have run away sooner.

The first time he made love it was sweet, slow and gentle. So very different from the life of battle he had been taught. Lying flat on his back, her body swaying over him. Carefully, oh so carefully he divested her of her clothes. He trembled when his fingers had fumbled the latch of her bra, laughing at the awkwardness he felt. His hands just barely skimming over her skin, afraid his grip would damage all that fragile loveliness. He could still remember the sliding soft silk of her thighs as they rocked around his hips. Afraid to hold her hips for fear of bruising that pale skin as she slid herself down his cock, writhing, to get it as deep as possible. Low sweet moans the only sound coming from the two of them as Videl spurred them to completion. She rode him to orgasm, while he squeezed his hands in tight fists by his side.

Videl was someone he wanted, someone he needed to protect. And he thought it was forever.

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The first time Gohan fell in love with a man, it punched him in the face. Literally. He never saw it coming.

Trunks was obnoxious, irritating and arrogant. A scientific prodigy, but young and hotheaded. Richer than Croesus, brat prince and heir to Capsule Corp, he always got what he wanted. And he wanted Gohan. Convinced that it was just lust, Gohan fought him every step of the way.

Trunks brought back the warrior in him, the one his father had trained him to be.

If anyone had told him he would fall in love with his little brother’s best friend he would have laughed them off the island.

The first time he had sex with Trunks it was hot, wild and brutal. For once he didn’t have to worry about squeezing to hard, kissing to hard, or fucking to hard. Blinking away stinging sweat as it had dripped from his hair and ran like water over the sculpted skin of his chest, that first time they’d wrestled for dominance on a rug in front of that old couch in the cabin, the one his father had built years before for hunting. Growling as he flipped Trunks under him, gripping bruises on Trunks’ hips as he’d ground his cock into that tight heat. He’d laughed as Trunks yelled and fought his hold. Fought until Gohan hit that spot and then Trunks moaned instead, pushed back and begged for it. More. Harder. His hand on the back of Trunks’ neck, fingers twisted in lavender strands, Gohan had pinned Trunks’ head to the ground as his other hand jerked him. Rough forceful pulls, timed to the movement of his hips against the straining tanned muscled flesh of Trunks’ ass. Loudly groaning out his release as hot wetness had spilled over his hand.

Trunks was someone he wanted, but there was no need to protect or shelter him. An equal. Finally. And he knew it was forever.