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~ Where Saiyan Hearts Thrive ~
Chibi Love
by Shiny Ryuichi Sakuma
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Just as Gohan comes to terms with his love for Mirai Trunks, the older boy leaves for home. Seven years later, Trunks returns. What emotions are felt?
Chapter 01
Mirai Trunks stared through the veil of lavender hair at his young crush. The boy was seven years his junior, a sharp contrast to the fact that the Gohan in his timeline was separated by the same amount of years, only reversed. The cerulean eyes were narrowed in his thought at how much the two Gohan’s were alike and completely different. Both were raised to fight, both had witnessed death yet one had a full family consisting of a father whereas the other didn’t.Trunks shook his head, brain hurting from the constant reminders that his Gohan was now dead and would remain so. If only he had gotten to the Capital faster, then he could have at least given Gohan a fighting chance. Trunks knew that Gohan had knocked him unconscious due to the fact that he wanted Trunks to live but Trunks was to overridden with guilt back then to grasp the sacrifice that Gohan had made.
Trunks pulled at the navy spandex that fitted his body like a second skin, fully accentuating the rippling muscles. He had just been defeated by Cell and was now standing on the sidelines as the other Z Senshis debated on what to do in the twelve days leading up to the Cell Games.
Chibi Gohan glanced occasionally at Trunks, feeling the boy’s emotions radiating like a heat wave through the teenager’s aura. Gohan could not place the warring emotions so he shrugged it off and went back to studying Trunks’ tightened expression on his face. The eleven year old smoothed the platinum locks from his teal eyes, swiftly averting his gaze as Trunks peered his way. Gohan did not want to be caught ogling his elder.
Gohan shifted uncomfortably in the clothes that Piccolo had zapped on him. It was a good thing Gohan was over often enough, he had a full change of clothes in the guest room he frequently stayed in. Showering hastily, he wrapped the towel around his mid-section, sculpted muscles not befitting for his age, making him appear older. The only reason he wasn’t mistaken as an older boy was the youthful innocence that danced in his eyes and across his face. The smile hardly vanished.
A sudden gasp of surprise followed by a hasty apology that was lost upon Gohan’s ears gave the indication he wasn’t alone. Trunks, blushing furtively and eyes glued to the floor, had entered the room seconds after Gohan had stepped from the shower. Gohan laughed, the sound ringing like bells upon the Capsule Corporation’s walls. “It’s not like we don’t have the same thing Trunks-kun.” Gohan chuckled again, shuffling through the drawers of the dresser. He pulled out the clothes and began to get dressed; an even deeper blushing Trunks had turned his back on the scene. Gohan shrugged, not fully understanding Trunks’ shyness. “You can turn around now.”
Trunks did, eyes meeting Gohan’s almost shyly before relapsing into the blank stare that Vegeta had trademarked years before. “I was wondering if you wanted to spar but since you just showered, we can’t. Well, see you,” Trunks began to make his leave when Gohan’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. His heart fluttered in his chest wildly as he met those chocolate orbs he adored.
“You don’t have to go Trunks-kun. We could hang out!”
“Hang out?”
“Well yeah, unless you want to go back to the Room of Spirit and Time to train.” Gohan put on an adorable pout he had saved for the teenager, knowing that Trunks was like putty in his hands when he used the adorable frown. “I’d rather have you here!”
Trunks gave a sigh in defeat, a smile curling the corners of Trunks’ lips. “Okay Gohan. Just let me put on something else and I’ll join you in the living room.”
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Trunks, dressed more comfortably in jeans and wife beater, sank beside Gohan on the couch. Trunks made sure to avoid being too close to the other demi-Saiyan, not sure what his actions would be with the other alone. Gohan peered impishly up at Trunks. “Everyone else went out. Do you want to go somewhere or stay here?”
“What do you want Gohan?”
“I’d rather stay here with you if that’s alright, Trunks-kun.” The other boy nodded and Gohan took that as open invitation to come closer to the eighteen year old. Gohan scooted next to Trunks, their knees skimming against one another. Trunks felt his heart leap to his throat and Gohan was confused by the swimming warmth in the pit of his stomach. Gohan shrugged it off again, not really caring or understanding what it was. Gohan flipped the power button on the remote and switched the channels to a movie that was playing; Lord of the Rings. Gohan had always enjoyed the book so he decided to leave it there, not that he was paying attention to it anyway. “I’m going to get us some popcorn!” Gohan proclaimed, rushing to the kitchen.
Trunks sighed. This was going to be one long night if Gohan kept finding ways to brush against him. Not that he was a paedophilic but, Gohan wasn’t entirely an eleven year old in the first place. Only his mind. His body had no doubt matured like Trunks’ own, for Saiyans hit puberty years before humans. Trunks banished those thoughts when the object of his musings sauntered back inside, a huge bowl of popcorn in his hands.
Gohan leaned his body against Trunks, stretching his legs to further accommodate himself against the other boy. Gohan had no idea of the amount of anxiety he was sending Trunks through his simple actions; actions he wasn’t entirely sure of. He’d never even considered doing what he was doing to the girls that he sometimes would hang out with. Gohan, for the third time, shrugged it aside. Gohan shivered, pulling the afghan from behind them and throwing it across their laps. It was cold due to the fact that Bulma did not fix the air conditioner and it was a cool, fall night in the first place.
Gohan cuddled closer to the purple haired prince, both sharing each other’s body heat. Gohan grabbed Trunks’ arms and put them around his waist so that he was now situated neatly in Trunks’ lap. He tilted his head and smiled sweetly. “I’m cold and you make a nice blanket.” Little did he notice the extreme shades of red on the teen’s face. One was from shyness, one from the obvious arousal Gohan was sending by just sitting in between his legs. Gohan wiggled in Trunks’ grasp to situate himself when ‘something’ brushed against his backside. Gohan ceased moving and glanced at the terrified Trunks whose eyes had all but bugged from their sockets. “Trunks, what was that? You don’t have your sword strapped on do you?”
Trunks wanted to die. He wanted to melt into a puddle of mush. He wanted to toss himself off Kami’s Lookout and splatter onto the ground in a million pieces so the dragon balls could not wish him back. Gohan was still staring at him, head cocked to the side. Trunks gulped, needing to find a lie but all that came out was a sputter. Gohan’s brows drew in worry at his friend’s inability to speak.
“Trunks-kun? You feeling okay?” Trunks nodded, wanting to laugh at the sheer helplessness of the dilemma. Gohan turned back around to stare at the television, not sure what was poking him. Trunks lifted an eyebrow at the tent that had formed in Gohan’s pants, the boy obviously unaware that he was aroused. Trunks couldn’t decide if it was a good or bad thing that Gohan was so unaware.
