Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

Trunks wasn’t entirely sure why he had come back to the club. Maybe he was a gluten for punishment. One thing going for him is that this was way out of the way. There wasn’t any chance in hell he could be followed or that his parents could find out. He really could care less at his age but he had a company image and he did not want to hear their mouth when it came to his choices.

‘Maybe I should do like Gohan and wear a mask,’ he thought to himself. He inwardly laughed at the thought. ‘Yeah right… lets just attract even more attention to myself..’ He rolled his eyes and sighed.

As the night went on and he didn’t see Gohan he started to feel a bit silly for even coming. The dancers were nice to look at but they weren’t what he wanted to look at. He found himself wondering to the backstage. Not sure why. After what was he going to do, strike up a conversation? Gohan probably didn’t want to called out. After all, if he did he wouldn’t be wearing a mask in the first place.

Trunks glanced down at the dressing tale and saw the mask. He picked it up. He thought back to Saturday morning cartoons and how he thought how silly masks were. Super hero’s put them on and instantly they were someone else and none were the wiser.

“Gohan, sweetheart… Love the hair. Trying something new?” Came a gentle male voice from behind Trunks. “No time for second thoughts on if the crowd will like it or not,” the man chuckled. Trunks felt a pair of hands reach around him. Before he knew it his shirt was unbuttoned and he was being nudged on stage.”

Trunks stared at the crowd. Thankfully he’d all of five seconds to throw on the mask. He did his best to replicate what he’d seen. He was sure though he was failing miserably.

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“Who’s on stage?” Gohan asked Jock.

Jock went wide eyed and gasped dramatically. “Someone pretending to be you.” He threw up his hands. Clearly embarrassed. How had he not known.

Gohan opened a draw and pulled out a back up mask. “I better go save the poor sap before he makes a fool of not only himself but us.”

Jock gave half a chuckle. “They seem to like him…”

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Gohan smirked. Within seconds he was up behind Trunks who looked more like a swaying blow up doll you found road side. “Mimic me,” he whispered.

Trunks froze for a second before casting a glance. Gohan was now beside him. He’d almost say this was every gay mans fantasy. Clearly though under these circumstances it wasn’t. He wanted to be anywhere but here. He knew he was doing poorly and making a fool of himself. Seriously though how hard could it be now that he had some instruction. He managed a fusion dance.

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Thirty minutes felt like three hours. Trunks couldn’t have been happier to get off that stage. He managed to saunter off with some dignity left intact and enough cash for a dinner at fairly nice restaurant.

“I’m not sure who’s cats out of who’s bag,” Gohan said as he ran his hands through his dampened hair. Curious he asked, “How did you find this place?” He had thought he’d found a pretty out of the way spot.

“Some guys from work brought me here. I recognized you.” Trunks said mater of factly. Rarely did he sugarcoat things. “Although I’m not entirely sure why I came back or hey I came looking for you.” Deep down though he knew. He just didn’t want to admit that he was attracted to Gohan.

Gohan was about to say something when Trunks cut him off, “don’t worry I’m not saying a damn thing. You can keep this to yourself, and I’ll continue to stay in the closet.” He handed him the mask.

Gohan looked down at the mask. As much as he wanted this to be a secret he kinda liked Trunks knowing. He’d fancied the other on more than one occasion. Seeing him here meant there was some kinda hope. “Okay.” He finally settled on saying.

“Thanks for the assist back there,” Trucks raised his hand and waved as he walked off.

Gohan watched Trunks walk away. That wasn’t how he envisioned things. Not that he’d had a whole lot of time to envision this scenario because not once had it come to mind.

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Trunks slammed his door shut. He rubbed his temples. He wasn’t sure what he disliked most about this evening. Oh right, all of it.

He flopped onto the sofa. He shifted around uncomfortably. He hadn’t been this sexually frustrated since high school. He briefly thought about calling his x but decided against it. Instead he picked up an issue of sports illustrated. Muscles were always good. It usually did the trick. Except every page he looked at he couldn’t help but to replace the model with Gohan. He flung the current magazine in his hand across the room. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling.