Chapter 02
Trunks tossed in his bed, sweat damping his body, glistening in the moon light. The young man woke suddenly, sitting upright and breathing hard. It was like this…whenever he tried to close his eyes. Memories would haunt him of his past, always centring around Gohan-san. Trunks shakily wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands, head hanging forlornly. Kami, he missed Gohan-san. There were times when the dreams were so real, they felt like Gohan-san was really with him and not just a spirit.
Trunks heaved an anguished sob, letting his tears pour. It was unfair for one of his young age to have to deal with all the stress. Only eighteen and he had seen more than most did in their lifetimes; death, love, hate, and fear. The door swung open and a light weight dropped on the bed. Arms encircled the prince’s waist, drawing him into a comforting hold.
“Trunks-san? Why…why are you crying?” Chibi Gohan’s hesitant voice spoke, muffled by Trunks’ lavender hair. Gohan had heard Trunks crying and was scared for the older boy, unsure if he was safe. When he came inside, he wasn’t expecting to see the strong Saiyajin having a nervous breakdown.
Trunks’ hands kneaded the bare chest, seeking comfort in what little the boy the offer. Trunks choked back a sob. They even smelled the same! Trunks raised frightened cerulean eyes to gaze into the sable orbs of the younger demi. “I don’t know if I can live much longer,” Trunks whispered.
Gohan gasped, eyes growing round. “What do you mean you don’t think you can live much longer?”
“It hurts…the pain inside….” Trunks’ chin quivered as Gohan rested the weeping teenager’s head on his shoulder. “I miss him so much, you have no idea.”
Gohan twirled the silken strands in his fingers. “Trunks-san………please don’t be sad any more. It makes me sad to see you so sad. Trunks-san,” Gohan tilted Trunks head to get a better look at him, “Don’t even think of killing yourself because if you do, I’ll get to you first and not allow it to happen.”
“Gohan?”
“I care about you Trunks, a lot. I don’t want to see you die.”
Trunks smiled slightly, fingers going to skim the boy’s jaw line. Gohan’s breathing hitched in his throat. Why was Trunks doing this to him? How come the elder demi was causing his body to react in ways he had only read about? Trunks slowly leaned closer, lips just a fraction of a margin away from the never before kissed boy’s. Gohan shut his eyes, acting on instinct. Trunks pressed his lip against Gohan’s, pushing the boy to the bed gently, straddling his hips. The demi unconsciously arched his back, a low moan escaping when his arousal came into contact with Trunks’.
Trunks, feeling the pleasure that he had long since forgotten, immediately snapped from the blissful encounter with the much younger version of his Gohan-san and scrambled to the side of the bed. Gohan sat up staring, confused, at Trunks. Trunks refused to turn to face Gohan and said, in a frigid voice, “Go.”
“But…but Trunks!”
“No buts Gohan. Get out of here.”
“What’d I do?!” Gohan pleaded, putting his hands on Trunks’ shoulders and earning a slap on the cheek by the enraged demi. Gohan shrank backwards on the heels of his feet, holding his throbbing face. He immediately left.
Trunks stared in shock at the hand that had hit the child, the innocent boy whose only fault was being himself. Trunks closed his eyes tightly. He no doubt would hear from an angry Goku in the morning. Trunks sighed. He wasn’t mad at Gohan, he was mad at himself for wanting to take a child, an eleven year old, and make him his lover. Trunks laid back down, hunching in a ball and hugging his knees. He was disgusted with himself.
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Gohan held his cheek, tears welling up in the murky brown orbs. He was puzzled. He thought that Trunks wanted to do that….whatever that was. Gohan still wasn’t sure what had transpired between himself and Trunks no Mirai. It had felt…good. Gohan blushed at the heat that escaped to an area of his anatomy that had previously gone untouched, even by himself. The feel of Trunks’ body pressed against his own – it was amazing. From Trunks reaction, Gohan was sure that he was doing everything right until….Trunks hit him.
Gohan had been through a lot of things; being kidnapped, watching his father die, being kidnapped again by an evil green Namek to train by himself in the wilds for six months, watching his friends die by the hands of Vegeta and Nappa, fighting Frieza – which was only a short time from the fight he was battling now with Cell; but being abused was a new one. Gohan didn’t know what he had done to deserve it but he was determined to find out. Gohan knew of Trunks’ relationship with Mirai no Gohan and that it was extremely intimate and full of love; Trunks had told him one night before entering the Room of Spirit and Time. Then, was that the reason that Trunks had slapped him? Because he was reminded of Gohan no Mirai?
Gohan crawled underneath the blankets, seeing his reflection in the mirror hanging on the back of the door. A rapidly appearing bruise was forming where Trunks’ hand had connected. Gohan frowned, it would be tough to hide it from his father and mother. Sparring? He was positive that his parents would buy it…at least he hoped. He didn’t want Trunks to get in trouble.
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Dawn came and with it the rise of the two demi-Saiyajins. Trunks shuffled from the bed, hair not bothered by ‘bed head.’ He slipped on his casual clothes and started for the kitchen where he could already smell cooking. He entered the room, smirking ever so slightly at Vegeta who was busy preparing breakfast for two demi-Saiyajins, two full-blooded, and then Bulma and Chichi. Trunks glanced at Gohan, cringing at the ugly bruise that stained the perfect face. He avoided looking at Gohan and instead settled on the television.
Gohan’s frown deepened. He had hoped things would have been forgotten and could return to normal. The flashbacks from the night before caused the little Saiyajin to flush a light tint of pink and then he quickly paled at the stinging blow that had been delivered. He touched his cheek, gaining the attention of his newly woken father.
“What happened?” Goku asked, sitting beside his son who was desperately trying to cover the wound. Goku pried Gohan’s hands from his face, gasping at the large bruise. “Who did that to you Gohan?”
“Uh…no one! I…I was sparring with the machines Bulma made and one ended up hitting me.”
Goku bought it, nodding. “Try to be more careful next time, son.”
“H…Hai Dad.”
Vegeta, however, was not convinced. Goku wasn’t nearly as observant as Vegeta who soon saw the little gazes from his son to the boy. Vegeta’s brows furrowed some, the only sign that he had an inkling of an idea as to what was going on. He kept his silence, making a mental note to speak with Trunks later on when they were alone.
