Me and fingers by the campfire
throwing stones into the lake.
He was like the older brother
that they could never make
Trunks looked at Gohan with a smile. He was so excited, he and Gohan had spent the day together, fishing and sparring. It had been great fun. And now they were relaxing by the campfire and throwing stones into the lake, something Gohan enjoyed to do. Gohan turned his head and returned Trunks’s smile.
Me and Fingers by the snack shop,
watching Fingers play piano.
Wishing I could play like Fingers
and he says: “Hey man, if you practice you never know.”
Trunks laughed, jumping back and narrowly dodging a playful punch from Gohan. “You’re fast!” He said with a huge grin.
“Yeah.” Gohan smiled and laid back, putting his hands behind his head as he did.
“Hey… Gohan… thanks for asking me out here. I don’t think I've ever had so much fun.” Trunks said, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
Gohan just shrugged, “You’re my best friend. I’m just surprised your mom let you come.”
Trunks laughed. He grabbed a handful of grass and threw it at Gohan’s face. “Your mother isn't much better, mate.”
Gohan sat up and tackled Trunks. The two rolled on the grass. In the end Gohan pinned Trunks to the ground, much to Trunks's chagrin.
Oh, when Fingers touched those keys
Oh, he made me weak at the knees.
He could play about anything he pleased,
Like a nice little boy of thirteen.
Trunks watched Gohan shadow box. Gohan hadn't noticed Trunks yet. Trunks had come over to visit and found him shadow boxing in the back yard. He remained concealed and just watched.
As much as he hated to admit it… Gohan had a nice build, a very nice build. Trunks pressed a fist to his stomach to stem the sudden queasiness he felt.
Me and Fingers in his cabin.
Staying up way past curfew.
Listening to Randy Newman for the very first time
They were on another camping trip. Trunks helped Gohan set up the tent and once that was finished they walked to the lake to watch the sunset. They sat close as they watched. Again, Trunks found his stomach fluttering. He pressed a fist against it. He wondered at the strange sensation.
Oh, when Fingers touched my belt.
I was too scared to say how wrong it felt.
I knew that I was going straight to hell.
He didn’t have to tell me not to tell.
Trunks stiffened as he felt Gohan’s hand touch his stomach. He looked at Gohan with wide eyes. Gohan smiled at him, his hand slipping under the band of Trunks’s pants. Gohan leaned down, pulling Trunks’s pants out of the way and revealing Trunks’s arousal. Trunks was embarrassed at the arousal, and he felt his cheeks warming. He gasped in surprise as Gohan’s lips wrapped around the head of his erection.
‘Wrong.. this is wrong…’ He thought but he was too scared to ask Gohan to stop.
Oh, Fingers don’t you cry
those crocodile tears you cry
to get your way inside me.
Then you won’t have to live
with the guilt and the shame
for the rest of your life.
Trunks rolled to his side. He was sobbing. He was so ashamed. Gohan reached out, hesitantly touching Trunks’s shoulder but Trunks jerked away.
“I’m… I’m sorry Trunks.” Gohan whispered, “I.. I didn’t mean.” He felt horrible about what he’d done but he had been unable to repress his lust towards the boy any longer. He had wanted to touch Trunks for so long, he had been lusting after Trunks for as long as he could remember.
Trunks curled into a ball, unable to stop the tears that coursed down his cheeks. Gohan removed his jacket and wrapped it around the boy, not knowing what else to do. He wanted desperately to comfort Trunks, but he had a sick sense that Trunks would never let him touch him again.
'Cause it’s coming to an end
with that gun pointed in your face
and one up your ass.
Gohan looked up with surprise and found himself staring at Vegeta. His eyes widened. He got to his feet as quickly as he could. “Vegeta!?” He cried.
Vegeta’s eyes were dark with anger. He lifted his hand.
Trunks lifted his head just in time to see a flash of light.
Gohan didn’t scream…
He didn’t make a sound as he crumbled to the ground.
Now, Fingers don’t you cry
you’ll never work in this town again
it’s time for you to say goodbye.
Vegeta kneeled beside his son. He pulled Trunks into a tight embrace. “Papa…. Papa you killed him.” Trunks gasped through sobs.
“He’s just lucky I didn’t do more.” Vegeta murmured stonily. He held Trunks close.
Trunks glanced over his father’s shoulder at Gohan’s still form.
“Gohan…” He whispered.
