Chapter 01
I stare at his form from a distance; he’s become very strong at his age and in a few more months he’ll be 14 years old. I can’t help but gawk as he wipes some sweat from his forehead. All I want to do right now is pin him to the ground and fuck the living daylight out of him…so what’s stopping me? Well first off: HE’S TOO YOUNG, though I’m not convinced; every time I’m around him I have to keep repeating it to control my lust. If that doesn’t work then I have a back up: HE’S NOT GAY.
I sigh deeply and notice a shadow over me. Looking up I find him standing there, so close I can sense the heat radiating from his perfect form. His arms folded across his strong chest as the moonlight traces every muscle on his neck and collarbone. Sweat shimmers on his tender face and strands of his silky lavender hair draped on his forehead. I open my mouth to say something but no words come out; I don’t think I’m breathing or remember how to. “Gohan-san, are you alright?” He startled me but I don’t mind his sweet voice filling the atmosphere. I nod slightly and swallow as he sits down with a huff of breath.
I try not to look, but that’s like saying that those mechanical beasts terrorizing the earth deserve a second chance. I catch a glimpse of him lying down and turn my head. His eyes are closed and his hands are resting underneath his head. Perfect, there are only two things wrong with this picture – he’s still wearing his clothes, and I’m not fucking him. I mentally grin at the situation and lean in until my face is inches from his. I quickly press my lips against his and moan at the sensation. His azure eyes suddenly flutter open with a look of shock and…lust?
Yes, it’s definitely lust. My body seems to act on its own now, as I roll on top of him, and my heart fills with joy when my purple haired prince rewards me with a compassionate moan. His muscular arms are pulled out from underneath his head, snaking their way around my neck.
I finally seize the kiss, but we both need air. My expression suddenly turns nervous, realizing I already have a hard-on. He smiles up at me mischievously without a word and moves his arms to my back, slowly rubbing kneading the muscles; that’s just like him: less talk, more action.
I sit up, giggling at the disappointment that has already spread across his youthful face. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I pull it over his head in a matter of seconds and toss it aside, staring at his panting chest. I wince as I see a deep gash stretching from his left shoulder to the bottom of his right chest. The wound looked new; it must have been from the battle we had with the artificial humans two days ago. “Have you had that looked at?” I ask, concerned. He hesitates for a little then sighs, closing his eyes.
“No. If I told mother she wouldn’t let me train; I figured it would heal on its own.” I can tell he regrets telling me that by the fear in his voice; he’s afraid I’ll get mad and yell at him. Well that’s what I’m doing, but my voice is way too calm to sound angry. I sound more concerned and thank Kami for that; I don’t wanna wreck the moment.
“Trunks, it’s not something you can pass as a scratch; we can continue this some other time after you heal.” He frowns at me and narrows his eyes; I’m the one who should be angry with him, so why is he angry with me? “I’m not a child you know. Please Gohan-san, trust me, I’m fine,” he tells me calmly, but there’s a hint of roughness in his voice that he’s visibly trying to hide.
