A Piece of You
by Petiteneko     More by this Writer
There were a few things Gohan wished Vegeta told him about Saiyan Biology. One of the main ones being that he could get pregnant. Yeah, that would have been nice to know before he got pregnant. (Borrowed prompt from another fanfic)
Male Pregnancy



Chapter 01
Gohan was heading over to Capsule Corp, intent on obtaining an outfit to hide his identity. With Videl also protecting Satan City, Gohan needed to be careful. It was harder than he had anticipated to keep his identity a secret— He had to hold back in sports, had to avoid confrontation – which Sharpener and Videl were not helping in any way— He was already a subject of gossip being the newbie from the boonies—

The feeling of a familiar ki stopped Gohan in his tracks— Who – what—? The energy signal was familiar, but, for the life of him, Gohan couldn’t place it— Now determined to find out who it was, Gohan sped up to Capsule Corp.

Landing in their garden, Gohan wandered over to the entrance, a nervousness jittering in his stomach. He rang the doorbell, and Trunks answered the door. “Hey Gohan!” He beamed a smile and grabbed Gohan’s hand, “Guess who is here?”

Gohan laughed. “Who?” He asked. “I— I recognise the ki, but I can’t place it.”

“Mom says it’s big-me!” Trunks’ mouth continued to move, but Gohan didn’t hear the words—

Trunks? Trunks was here? His feet moved of their own accord, rushing over to that familiar energy signature— Quickly, Trunks’ figure came into his line of sight—

“Trunks—!”

Oh, the man was a sight for sore eyes—

“Gohan!” Trunks smiled at him. “Wow—” Blue eyes wandered up and down his frame which made Gohan’s throat dry. “You’ve grown.

Gohan laughed. “Yeah – duh.” What did Trunks expect? Gohan grinned. “I… What brings you back after so long?”

A soft pink dusted across Trunks’ cheeks. “I – uhh – well, you see…”

“Apparently his battle with Cell bumped the time machine, changing the date.” Bulma interjected. “And he didn’t think to check before starting up the machine.”

Sheepish laughter left Trunks—

Ah – Gohan swallowed—

“Ah – Gohan, is that—” Trunks’ gaze dropped down to Gohan’s waist, where his tail was dangling—

Oh, right— Trunks wouldn’t have known. Gohan reached down to brush his hand along his tail. “Yeah – my tail. It… it grew back a few months ago, now.” Which only reminded him why he was grateful that Vegeta was still away— “I dunno why— Vegeta never explained why before he stormed off in a huff. Just said not to worry about it…” Every since then, Vegeta had been avoiding him. It really was a strange encounter. In fact… Gohan hadn’t sensed the older Saiyajin’s energy signature since—

“Mom did say Father had gone off to space for a bit, which is why he isn’t here…” Trunks explained softly. “Father’s always been a hard nut to crack though. Can never tell what’s going on in his mind.”

“True.” Gohan laughed softly. Despite it though, the cold shoulder did hurt a little. Vegeta had been softening up a little during the occasional interaction whenever Gohan brought Goten over. Well, until Gohan’s tail grew back—

“Speaking of Father going off to train…” Trunks’ eyes glinted in a way that sent a wave of something course through Gohan. “Wanna spar, Gohan?” And at that prospect, that something burned a fire within him—

“Would I ever—” The words left his mouth before Gohan could even stop them.

“That’s all fine and dandy…” Bulma interrupted, and Gohan had forgotten that she was even here— “But, I do hope you two don’t intend to do so in my garden—”

Trunks laughed. “Okay, Mom. We’ll go out to a deserted area. Besides,” Trunks was grinning, “I wanna go all out. I wanna show Gohan the results of my training—”

And, despite knowing that he should feel apprehension because Gohan had not been keeping up with his training, all he could feel was excitement— He grabbed Trunks’ hand and pulled him along and out the door, passing a much younger and perplexed looking Trunks—

Somebody’s eager~” Trunks teased out with laughter.

“Well—” Gohan started as the thought just occurred to him. “We’ve never sparred before and—” And, before he could trip over his own words, Gohan clamped his mouth shut, flushing at the words he almost said— Gohan had always idolised Trunks and the prospect of sparring with him was— ~An idolisation that was certainly more considering the way that his stomach was doing summersaults—~

“Now that you mention it – we haven’t, have we?” Trunks mused.

Gohan pushed down the fluster and let go of Trunks’ hand, flashing him a grin. “So it’s time to remedy that. Shall we?”

The two of them took off, quickly leaving West City behind them. Anticipation and tension was building and by the time they reached a secluded area, Gohan was ready to burst.

“Well—” Fuck, what was with Trunks’ voice right now? “Show me what you’ve got—” Then, Trunks transformed, displaying his progress. Gohan could tell immediately that the other had unlocked level two— He might have bitten off more than he could chew…

How long had it been since Gohan had trained? It’s no wonder why little Trunks had looked so confused. He was the nerd who always studied, according to Trunks— Gohan swallowed – was it anticipation? Trepidation? ~Excitement?~ Then, he reached down, deep within himself, grasping onto the power that he had honed to defeat Cell, and brought it forth as he transformed, pulling as deep as he could because he needed everything that he had because this was Trunks in front of him—

Trunks’ head cocked to the side. “…Gohan, have you been slacking off…? I could’ve sworn you were stronger. There’s no way that I could’ve gotten this close to your level—”

Gohan flushed. “It’s still enough to beat you!” And, before Trunks could prove him wrong, he charged at the other. Trunks blocked his blow just in time and their spar began in earnest. Trunks put a lot of effort in himself, and the two of them, indeed, were of equal footing. Long, it had been so long since the adrenaline ran through his veins, and it burned, Burned in a good way— When? When was the last time he enjoyed a spar this much…? The look in Trunks’ eyes when their gazes met— The grunts of exertion when their fists met— The feel of heat when their skin met— Everything – everything about their battle made his blood sing in ways that he had never experienced— Trunks charged at him now and Gohan flicked his tail out, wrapping it around Trunks’ ankle, causing the other to tip and fall— Fall on. Top. Of. Him— The unexpected tumble knocked the breath from his lunches, and the two of them lay in the dust, the sounds of their heavy panting loud in the deserted wilderness— Gohan could feel the heat radiating off of Trunks, his warm breath brushing his neck and ear, his scent heavy in his nose and—

Oh, fuck—

“Go–han—”

Fuckfuckfuck—

“Ah – you smell…” Without warning, Trunks pressed his face into the crook of Gohan’s neck and inhaled—

A shudder traversed down Gohan’s spine, a soft gasp leaving him despite his efforts to hold it back. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck— All Gohan wanted right now was Trunks. TrunkTrunksTrunks— His hands went up, grasping Trunks’ shoulders, intent on pushing the other up and off of him, but – then – a wet sensation trailed along his neck and that push became nails digging into flesh and a moan escaped his throat—

The back beneath his fingers tightened, and those warm, wet, lips separated away from him— Trunks’ gaze met his, eyes wide with awareness, even if slightly glassy—

“Ah – shit G-Gohan, I’m—”

Gohan knew his face was flushed, his stomach doing acrobatics— “I – it’s – it’s o-okay Trunks—”

“I – I didn’t—”

The words went unsaid, and Gohan’s stomach sunk— He knew – he knew that he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up but still— “I… oh…

Trunks blinked. “…You… sound… disappointed?”

Could his face get any redder? Gohan knew this was the chance to deny and save his dignity but all Gohan could do was turn his face away and stutter out nonsense. “I – uhh – um…”

There was a significant pause and Gohan swore he heard the other swallow. “Do… did you want me to continue?”

Gohan jolted, but slowly turned back to see Trunks looking at him with a genuine expression on his face.

~Fuck it.~

“…Do you want to—?”

The moment stretched before Trunks finally replied. “I – only if you want to—”

Gohan did not know what possessed him, but one of his hands went up and grasped Trunks’ hair, pulling him down for a kiss. It was sloppy, messy, rough, and heated— ~Definitely not how he had envisioned his first to be—~ but Gohan didn’t care. His blood still hot from their spar, intoxicated by TrunksTrunksTrunks— More, he wanted more of this man on top of him— Anything, everything— Things his adolescence had awakened within him— Gohan hadn’t been a complete idiot— Deep down, he knew that he had an affection for the older Saiyajin. However, Gohan never really entertained the thoughts for too long, as they were from different times— Nothing would ever come from it, but, now… Right now this was a dream come to life.

Trunks was shifting slightly above him – presumably to get more comfortable – while still kissing him. Soon, a hand wandered up his shirt, and Trunks parted, a chastising sound leaving him. “Really, Gohan, your muscles are in mourning—”

Without missing a beat, Gohan retorted, “Then you better give them a good workout—”

Trunks laughed. And oh the sight— He was grinning down at Gohan and— “You better believe I will—

A shudder trembled through him and Trunks’ hand left his shirt before he sat up and removed his own jacket, quickly followed by his shirt and Gohan swallowed at the sight that he was graced with—

“Fuck—” He cursed. “Better than I imagined—”

“Oh?” Trunks cocked a brow. “So you’ve—”

Gohan flushed. “I – uhh – yeah—

Hands snaked under his shirt again, lips purring next to his ear. “Good~”

“A–h—” Gohan arched into the touch, which Trunks used to remove Gohan’s shirt. His lips descended, pressing along Gohan’s neck, his clavicle, his chest, before his tongue slid out, caressing his nipple—

Gohan sang. He sang for the man who saved him, who garnered his idolisation and his affection— Gohan’s hands went up and fingers raked across that broad, strong, muscled back— “Fuck – Trunks – more – I – I want—”

“Yes?” At those words, Trunks stopped and looked up at him with a mischievous glint in those blue eyes—

Gohan flushed. Of course that prick would tease him here— After a moment to gain his wits, Gohan mumbled. “…I want you inside me—”

There was a moment where Gohan feared the other would tease him further: the glint in his eyes, the tilt of his lips— But, then, that grin shifted into a genuine smile and he nodded. “Okay.” Trunks shifted again, hands moving to remove Gohan’s pants, sliding them down and Gohan hissed at the cold air— Trunks leaned down and placed a kiss on his neck before inhaling again, a low growl rumbling out. “Fuck, Gohan you smell – good—

Gohan shuddered. “Trunks—

Chuckles brushed past his ear and Trunks sat up, working at his own pants now and Gohan bit his lip at the sights he was continually gifted, and his desire continued to increase. He wanted – oh he wanted—

A hand moved down and Gohan halted at the sensation of Trunks’ hand on his dick— He gasped out, his hips jerking up into the touch. Trunks’ hand pumped him, slow and steady, and moand left Gohan. After a few strokes, Trunks’ second hand wandered behind before—

“Wha—?” Trunks pulled back and stared at his hand. “How – you’re – wet?

“Nnng?” Gohan blinked at Trunks. “Ah?”

“Your ass – it’s… wet—” Trunks said with confusion. “Is this… normal, Gohan?”

Gohan continued to blink. “I – uhh, maybe it’s a Saiyajin thing?”

Trunks tilted his head. “I don’t ever recall my—”

“We’re half-breeds—” Gohan reasoned. “An’ I’m the only half-breed with a tail, so…” To prove a point, he brought said tail up to wrap around Trunks’ wrist, tugging it back down— “Whatever it is – it just makes things easier… right?”

Trunks exhaled softly. “I – alright.” He shook his head with a smile. “But you’re right. It’s not like I brought any…” He laughed. “I wasn’t exactly expecting…”

Gohan chuckled as well. “Then you better take advantage of it~”

“Certainly—” As Trunks said that word, he slid a finger inside, and Gohan gasped, tail tightening around Trunks’ wrist. It didn’t take long for Gohan to be singing again— One finger became two, and then three— They moved and stretched, leaving Gohan a hot, writhing mess.

“Fuck— Trunks— If you’re not gunna—”

“Ready, I take it?”

“Fucking now—

“Okay, okay.” Trunks’ fingers left him and Gohan almost regretted it, but thankfully, something more was pushing against his entrance shortly— Gohan manoeuvred his tail so that it wrapped around Trunks’ waist. That was all the encouragement that Trunks needed and he pushed in—

Twin moans left them and Gohan could only focus on the tightness and pressure within him. Good – it felt so good— And then Trunks started moving— Pleasure took hold of Gohan and his back arched with every thrust. More. More. More— Trunks’ grip on his hips was strong and powerful and while a part of Gohan knew that he would have bruises, he didn’t care— Trunks was grunting above him, and their hips moved faster— Gohan could feel himself approaching his peak, and by the way that Trunks was moving, the other wasn’t far behind— With a breathless gasp, Gohan felt his climax hit, and as he rode it out, he could feel a wet warmth fill him—

Ah— Ahhhh…

When Gohan opened his eyes, Trunks was slumped on top of him, their panting loud in the empty wilderness— Gohan moved his tail, gently caressing Trunks’ back—

“You— good, Gohan?”

“Mnn…” Gohan hummed in confirmation. “You?”

Breathless laughter barked out softly. “Yeah…” After another moment, Trunks moved out of him and collapsed next to him. “That was— nice.”

Gohan hummed again, turning to face Trunks with a smile. It was nice. An unexpected, but pleasant, surprise, and something that he didn’t regret— Sure, it was his first, well, everything, but this was Trunks— “I enjoyed it.”

Trunks turned on his side and touched Gohan’s hair. “Probably should power down, now—”

Gohan burst out laughing, not even realising that they were still Super, and when he regained some coherency he powered down, nothing that Trunks did the same.

“So…” Trunks said with a grin on his face, “you’ve imagined this before~?”

Gohan flushed. “I – uhh – yeah—”

“Daw~ you had a crush on me~”

“…Have would probably be more accurate.”

A bark of laughter left Trunks. “Touché!”

“I – ahh—” Gohan just realised that while he had a crush on Trunks, the last time that they had met he had been just a kid and— “Wh-what about you?”

“Ah…” Trunks scratched his cheek. “I – I’ll admit that I… kinda had a crush on my Gohan but— The age difference and his death rendered those feelings moot.” He shook his head. “I’ve… I’ve always thought of you two as different people, if that’s any consolation? I’ve… always liked you, but seeing you all grown up…” He grimaced a little before looking sheepish. “It’s no surprise that I’d find you attractive, especially considering my old crush on my mentor, but— It’s you that I wanted to do this with Gohan. Now, that is. Not – not him.”

Gohan exhaled with a bit of relief. He was prepared to have been a… replacement of sorts and knowing that this was likely a one-off thing, he had been okay with it. Although… now that brought to mind the reality of the situation. “We… this probably won’t happen again, will it?”

Trunks exhaled heavily. “I… you’re right, Gohan, as much as it pains me to admit. We – we’re from different timelines. It takes so long to charge the machine and that’s not even mentioning the risks involved—”

Gohan exhaled and shook his head. “No, it’s— alright, Trunks. Your time needs you and mine needs me. We’re our world’s protectors, We can’t just abandon our duties—”

Trunks gave him a weak grin before playfully punching him in the shoulder. “You say that, but you’ve been slacking off on your training, haven’t you?”

Sheepish laughter left Gohan. “I – yeah. I’ve never really liked fighting. But – this is the wakeup call I needed.”

“Good.” Trunks’ grin was toothy. “I’d hate to see you decline further.” Then he reached up to ruffle Gohan’s hair.

“Hey!” Gohan went to grab Trunks’ hand but he slipped away, so Gohan settled for fixing his dishevelled hair.

“Wanna wash up? I’ve got a capsule home.”

Gohan could still feel a wetness between his legs and he flushed. “Would I ever.

After the two of them washed up, Trunks said that he should head on back to Capsule Corp to his family farewell. “But… before I leave…” And Then Trunks leaned in, placing a kiss on Gohan’s lips. “One last kiss for good luck~”

And, as Trunks flew off, Gohan reached up to his lips, flushing. ~Even after everything they had just done—~

It was only after, when Gohan had returned home, did he realise that he had completely forgotten to ask Bulma about fabricating a disguise for him—

Ah, well… he supposed it was for the best. After all, he had a lot to do if he wanted to resume his training regime… Videl was doing a decent enough job as it were.



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