Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

Besides being at the Son house, things were going pretty normal for Goten and Trunks sleepover. They wrestled, played video games, ate, and argued over whose father was stronger. Sitting on Goten’s bed, Trunks had that evil gleam in his blue eyes. The one that usually meant something bad was going to happen.

“Let’s play another game, Goten.”

Goten looked up, a confused look on his face. “Another game? It’s late, Trunks and I thought we played everything.”

“We can just play dare. Y’know, dare each other to do stuff?” Trunks suggested innocently enough, stretching as he awaited an answer.

“Uhhh…ok, I’ll play. Then, we can go to bed. I’m sleepy.”

“Cool, I’ll start. I dare you to…kiss my foot.” Trunks said, looking at his foot as he spoke up. It earned a frown from Goten.

“Ewwww…gross. I don’t wanna kiss your foot!”

Trunks rolled his eyes, pointing his foot at Goten.

“It’s your turn! You gotta…I mean…it’s your turn next. I have to do what you say.”

Anything he wanted? Trunks’s words got to Goten. That sounded pretty good. Frowning up, he leaned over and planted one on the young Briefs’s left foot. That drew laughter from Trunks and much spitting and sputtering from Goten.

“Ugh…do you wash those things? I can taste dirt.” Goten complained, wiping his mouth.

“Hey, I wash my feet. It’s your floor, if anything. Your turn.” Trunks said, crossing his arms at the insult directed toward his feet. He did plenty of washing. It wasn’t that bad.

“'Kay, umm…I dare you to take a drink of the milk Dad left in the fridge too long.”

Trunks snorted at that, standing up.

“I’m not scared of milk. Bring it on.”

“It’s three weeks old.” Trunks’s confidence dissolved as he held the carton. He looked at the date for the fourth time then over at Goten’s smiling face. He couldn’t believe there was anything that smelled worse than this. It was like his dad’s socks, in a sauna for two days with garbage juice poured on them.

“One drink.” Goten was pleased. His best friend’s expression showed he had gotten him. No one made him kiss a foot.

After the drink, it was clearly on. Once Trunks finished throwing up and washing his mouth out, he narrowed his eyes at the younger teen. “You’re gonna pay for that one.”

The game escalated quickly. Trunks ended up licking armpits, running naked through the field with all the high grass, and wearing Goten’s dirty underwear over his face for two dares. Goten didn’t fair much better. He had to lick the toilet, put one of Goku’s dirty socks in his mouth, and take a kick to the balls (that was after running in the grass. Trunks was itchy and pissed.)

“Can we stop? I’m tired and my mouth tastes funny.” Goten didn’t need to mention he was aching from the kick to the balls. He wouldn’t go with that dare anymore.

“I’m saving my best for last. I dare you to go into Gohan’s room…and…ummm…do stuff to him.” Trunks didn’t sound like it was his best. In fact, it sounded more like he chickened out of what he wanted to say.

“Stuff? Wait…I dunno, Trunks. Gohan doesn’t like it when I go in his room, y’know.” Goten said, not sure what Trunks meant. He did know he could get in trouble for it.

“Doesn’t Gohan sleep pretty deep?” Trunks asked, wanting to convince Goten into going for this one. “And it’s a dare, you gotta. I’ll be in there with you, so he’ll get both of us.”

Goten initially didn’t look convinced but knowing Trunks would get in trouble too made him consider it. “Alright, fine but if he’s about to wake up, we’re getting out of there.”

Trunks and Goten crept into Gohan’s room, his sleeping form barely visible in the darkness. The lavender haired teen was giddy with excitement over this. He just knew Goten would go along with what he asked. If Gohan stayed asleep, he’d finally get to see it.

“Go over there.” Trunks whispered, nudging Goten toward the bed.

“O-ok…now what am I supposed to do?” Goten wanted to do this and get out of here as quickly as possible.

“Ummm…move the blanket and stuff off of him.”

Goten looked worried. A shaky hand reached and grabbed the sheet covering his big brother, moving it away slowly until Trunks stopped him by giving him another nudge. Gohan’s lower body was visible and that’s all the young Briefs wanted.

“Now, pull down his boxers…” Trunks whispered, eyes squinted to gain better visuals on what was before him. He didn’t even notice the horrified look coming from his best friend.

“No way, Trunks…I can’t.” Goten said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Gohan’ll be soooo mad at me.”

“It’s a dare, Goten. You gotta.” Trunks wasn’t going to take no for an answer with this. “I’ll be right here, I’ll even help.”

Goten hesitated still, frowning while Trunks was moving ahead to help. Gohan’s chest rose and fell peacefully, nothing too alarming. Goten reached again, his fingers hooking the elastic of his big brother’s boxers. He hesitated. Trunks urged him on with a nod, lifting Gohan’s hips to allow them to slide off better and they did. There it was. Trunks could barely make out how it looked but it was there. He could see it lying softly on his sac and he could kinda see the hair right above it.

“Wow, it does get bigger when you’re older and he has a bunch of hair…” Trunks whispered, actively trying to figure out a way to get more light on it. He was just scared Gohan would wake up. They would, no doubt, die for this. The level of danger and the sight before him created a tent in his own boxers.

“Duh, Trunks, of course it gets bigger. Gohan isn’t even as big as Dad. I guess he has to grow s’more.” Goku wasn’t shy with his body, many of their fishing trips ended in them being naked.

Trunks was more intrigued. He’d never seen his dad like that. He’d probably kill him. No, he’d definitely kill him. “I’m gonna touch it.” He reached out slowly, grasping it gently much to Goten’s dismay.

Goten was about to crap himself, he was so scared. He was already thinking about how bad he’d get beat up and how long he’d be grounded. He wouldn’t be seeing Trunks anytime soon. “I don’t know Trunks…w-wait…”

Trunks’s eyes widened as he felt the length swell slowly. Gohan’s breathing thankfully hadn’t changed much, maybe gotten faster. It got stiffer and stiffer, the lavender haired teen leaned forward to check it out as it grew. “Wow…and your dad’s is bigger than this? No way.” Trunks could feel it throbbing now. He stroked it a few more times, earning an audible gasp from Gohan that made them both freeze.

“Let’s go, Trunks.” Goten was pleading now, hoping Trunks would just stop now. It didn’t look to be working. “He might wake up, c’mon.” He tugged at Trunks’s shirt this time to urge him out of the room.

“Wait…hold on.” Trunks whispered back, his free hand trailing to cup Gohan’s balls as he gave his cock another stroke. He did it just like he did when he was playing with himself. This groan was louder and even shook Trunks’s resolve. His hands disappeared and he pulled up the boxers a bit. “Ok, let’s go.”

Goten didn’t need to be told twice, darting out of the room. “C’mon, Trunks.”

Trunks replaced the sheet, giving another glance before doing so. He finally did move to Goten and out of the room.

“That was crazy, Trunks! I can’t believe that. We could have gotten grounded forever. We might not have ever seen each other again. My turn and I dare you to go to bed.” Goten said, going to do just that. He was exhausted and now his nerves were shot.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired too, let’s get some rest.” Trunks walked back to Goten’s room to get some sleep. They got in bed and turned out the lights.

The image wouldn’t leave Trunks’s mind. He lay there and it was all he could see. It wouldn’t let him sleep. He could still feel it in his hand. He stood up, “Bathroom.” Trunks whispered, knowing that would be enough to get Goten off his back. Trunks went straight back to Gohan’s room, slipping back to his position by the bed. He freed Gohan’s cock, seeing it had gone soft. He did what he did before, cupping and stroking it. He was able to see a bit more with the thin light coming in from the cracked door. The lavender haired teen took complete advantage of that, analyzing every curve and vein. It once again stood erect and throbbed in his grip. He wasn’t sure when he decided to do this but his body had already decided. His tongue peeked out, trailing across the head. A groan left Gohan and Trunks’s breathing stopped. He just kept looking at Gohan…well…where he saw the outline of Gohan’s face. Once his heart stopped racing, he looked back to what was still in his hand. He leaned down again, giving a few more
licks. There wasn’t really a taste to it but something made him want to do more maybe because Gohan liked it. Wanting to make Gohan happier, he took it a step further. He’d seen his share of pornography and he knew what the girls did with one of these. The guys always looked like they enjoyed it. So, he went for it. His mouth moved over Gohan’s cock, taking what he could in. He sucked on it, his head bobbing as he mimicked what he remembered. A hand rested on his head and everything stopped.

“Trunks?” A sleepy voice diced the silence. The bed squeaked as he shifted to look at what was going on even though he knew very well what was going on... His cock was still throbbing and his mind wasn’t working properly. “We’ll talk about this later…but don’t stop.”

And Trunks didn’t. Gohan really liked it! That’s all he cared about. He returned to what he was doing before, feverish bobbing and sucking at Gohan’s cock. He could feel Gohan’s hand curl in his hair. All of a sudden, Gohan yanked his head away.

Gohan finished himself up with his hand, not wanting to have Trunks finish him. He came on his stomach and his head dropped back to the pillow. Thankfully, Trunks couldn’t really see what came out with Gohan’s release.

His mind was already clearing and now formulating what to say to Trunks. Just as the younger teen noticed the glistening at the tip of Gohan’s cock and the shine on his stomach, Gohan spoke up. “Go to bed, Trunks.” He managed, shaking his head. He was too exhausted to come up with anything. Once his little brother’s best friend was gone, he did what he should have done the first time. He locked the door. “Tomorrow morning is going to be interesting…”

Trunks headed back to Goten’s room, all smiles. He got back in bed, laying back. He still couldn’t sleep. He nudged Goten, “Goten?”

“Wha…what Trunks?”

“…You said your dad was even bigger than Gohan, right?”