Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

His hair shines almost white in the sunlight.

It’s down to his shoulders now, in a ponytail most of the time. He actually looks a little better with it shorter but he knows how much I love touching it, pushing his hair back from his face in bed, cumming in it when he’s feeling generous.

This is wonderful; the sun shining on us, the warm sweetness of the cherry blossoms, Trunks’s fingers curled into mine.

If I forget that Trunks looks bored as hell, it’s perfect.

“What would I have to do to make you interested in this?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Pour me some more sake, wear a kimono, maybe.”

“You’re the pretty one.”

He rolls his eyes.

“You are, you’re beautiful.”

“How ’bout we take a walk?” he says, already up. I follow him out to the lake, catch his hand in mine again at the shore. “It’s nice,” he says, and I’m glad something’s finally met with his approval.

There are kids playing in the water; a couple of families are out here, the parents gently chiding their little ones not to get too wet or cold. Trunks looks distant for a second. “What you thinking about?”

“’bout when we were kids.”

It makes me think of them, too. “You were brats,” I say, not wanting to admit how fond I always was of them.

He laughs. “Yeah, you were nice to us, nicer than we deserved.”

“You can say that again.” I squeeze his hand. “You ever want any?”

He shakes his head. “That’s your deal.”

I love Pan; love my grandchildren and two little great-grandchildren. Trunks loves Pan and tolerates the rest.

Videl always wished we could’ve had another but I was happy with what we had. I do miss her, still, I always will.

I’m surprised at how happy I am now, sometimes, even though Trunks and I argue all the time and he constantly whines about how boring I am. Of course, the sex is good. The sex is great but that’s not all of it. There’s … I don’t know. I suppose we understand each other. He came out with me for this, even though he’s spent half the time complaining about it and he’s holding my hand, even though he says that’s stupid.

He’s Vegeta’s kid, that’s for sure.

Family weakness.

“So are you gonna get me some more sake?”

“Sure.” What the hell; he’s a fun drunk and I can kick his ass if he gets out of hand. “How can you be bored with this? Don’t you see how beautiful it is?”

“It’s beautiful,” he concedes. “It’s just boring.”

The cherry blossoms are catching in his hair. We need to come back here after the festival. Maybe tomorrow night, when there’s a moon. I want to make love to him, right here, blossoms falling on our bodies, the light shimmering on the water, on his hair….

I take my glasses off and the world goes soft at the edges.

Trunks frowns at me. “Gohan?”

I pull his hair out of the ponytail, get my hand on the back of his neck, pull him in. He opens his mouth under mine and I can taste the sake on his breath. He slips his arm around my waist. The kiss is deep, and sweet, and I’m always surprised at how tender he can be.

He slips away from me after a minute. “People are staring,” he mutters in my ear, knowing it bothers me.

“I don’t care.” And I don’t, today, I’m too happy to care. “Less boring now?”

“A little.” No doubt that’s the most I’m going to get out of him. I kiss his hair and slip my glasses back on. “Want some ice cream?”

“Can we have more sake, too?”

“Sure.”

He takes my hand again. “‘Kay. Can we fool around when we get home?”

“Sure,” I say casually, like I haven’t been fantasizing about him for the past twenty minutes.

“I’ll let you tie me up,” he offers.

I shake my head. “Backyard.”

He flashes me his wickedest grin. “Yeah.”

“Now behave for a minute, okay?”

“Sure. Can we dance? They said there was gonna be dancing.”

“Sure.” Finally, something to hold his attention.

“You’re a great dancer,” he says softly.

We walk back to our picnic spot. “So is this turning out all right after all?”

“Yeah but next year, you’re wearing a kimono.”