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A fortnight later found Trunks in a two-bedroom condominium loaded with leather furniture. Large windows let in light from the city, afforming a nice view. Goten had no qualms about working out in the middle of windows without curtains even if it did seem like a fishbowl. Weight machines and barbells decorated a corner of the apartment complete with a punching bag swinging lightly back and forth.

Sipping on their cans of Satan Beer both demi Saiyans looked at the laptops opened and sitting on the coffee table in front of them. Tracing a finger across the screen Goten highlighted it for Trunks to see. Nodding in approval Trunks took a sip from his can before setting it down as he said, “So, we’ve acquired the property for 20 % cheaper than we originally planned. That leaves us some funds for extra activities.”

Goten nodded, sipping his own beer before hesitating. His dark eyes darted over again to Trunks and he posed his beer can inches from his lips, weighing the words, “Extra activities? Such as what, exactly?”

Amused, Trunks turned to Goten and elaborated, “Well I recall the bridle path scene you were interested in. We could buy a nice thoroughbred horse for that.”

Goten nodded, swigging a chug of beer as he said, “I like that. Any ideas for the best breed? I’ve got my thoughts on an Appaloosa.”

“I’ve a friend who can hook us up with a good horse, and I’ll get his expertise on the best breed for that kind of activities” suggested Trunks, raising up his can. Both men clinked to that and sipped their beers simultaneously.

“Okay, now that’s set, there’s the thing about the farm. It’s in poor shape, in need of extensive care,” Goten began, scrolling down to the information on their acquired property.

“go on,” Trunks urged, glancing over Goten’s shoulder, his eyes taking in the details point by point.

“Fields are fallow, nothing’s been grown in them for decades except weeds. Totally in bad shape. It’ll take a huge amount of manual labor to return them into proper activity. Ploughing, weed cutting, tilling… the whole gamut.”

Glad for Goten’s knowledge of farming considering he and Gohan grew up on one for years, Trunks grinned. He said, “Just what we needed.’

Bringing their heads close together Goten whispered, eyes flashing with mischief at the role they’d each play,” It’s definitely a fixer upper. Perfect for our fixer upper demi Saiyan.”

“Besides, we’ll make a neat financial profit when we sell back the farm, thanks to the attention it will get,” Trunks whispered back with a smile, his eyes shining.

“Oh, it’s always good to have that business angle that will benefit Capsule,” Goten chuckled, nodding. “We will have a return on our investment, financially as well as emotionally and multiple other profits.”

“I guess that settles our preparations,” Trunks said with a nod. Once more they aligned their beer cans for a celebratory toast and sipped in unison.

“To our collaboration,” Goten had added, his own Adams apple bobbing with Trunks’ during the imbibing.

Watching Goten wipe the beer form his mouth with the back of his hand Trunks asked, “You freed yourself for the duration of the vacation Goten?”

“Yep, you bet I did,” Goten said, nodding.

“Well I’ll need you to be there a week before us, to inspect everything and make sure nobody will disturb us. We don’t need nosy neighbors into our business,” Trunks cautioned.

“Hmm, well there are neighbors, a few miles away here and there… I couldn’t prevent that,” Goten said with a shrug. “So… how do we keep them to mind their own beeswax?”

“You can offer them some free manual labor, at the finish of our main tasks, Goten,” suggested Trunks with a smirk. “I don’t think Gohan will mind sweating a bit more.

Goten grinned and nodded as he said, “The more he sweats, the better in my opinion. I’m on board for these preparations.”

Reaching in his pocket Trunks pulled out his wallet and extracted a credit card which he proffered to Goten between his thumb and forefinger. After Goten took it he explained, “This should cover all unexpended expenditures you might have, Goten. Or last-minute wicked additions.”

Seeing the suggestive waggle in the other’s lavender eyebrows, Goten’s eyes widened in excitement as he said, “Thank you! There’s this incredibly famous BDSM shop in the capital. The train-- I’m going to take for the farm--stops there for a couple hours. I’m sure I can find some extra nice stuff there.”

“Great,” Trunks said. “Then that’s settled.”

Goten then snagged Trunks by the sleeve of his shirt and asked, “By the way, how do you plan on bringing Gohan there? Will you be flying?”

“At first yes, but after that they’ll be a surprise so Gohan will be traveling in the rear trunk,” the lavender haired demi Saiyan replied.

Dark eyebrows raising, Goten exclaimed, “But that road’s extremely bumpy. Gravel and potholes galore.”

Trunks smirked, saying, “And that’s a problem why, exactly?”

“You’re evil,” Goten stated, amused.

“And that’s why your brother loves me so,” Trunks drawled back.

“So, when are you going to tell dear brother about your vacation plans?” asked Goten, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

“This weekend. Fine restaurant, wearing my finest garments and using my best smooth talking,” Trunks purred. “Which reminds me, I’ve got to make a reservation at la Tour d’Argent.”



****



The weekend arrived, and Trunks was already putting his plan into action. Light flashed off the sleek form of the private Capsule Corp. jet that made it way across the skies over West City towards some destination known to Trunks, yet unknown to his husband. The start was a hurried urge to ‘dress to the nines’ in ‘your best suit’ which left Gohan puzzled. Just like Trunks wanted.

Such a puzzled look seemed stamped onto Gohan’s face once they exited the VIP lounge and made their way through the gangway to the private cabin of the corporate jet. Muted blues and purples decorated the walls, the widows of the plane screened by velvet curtains. A fine carpet greeted their feet, and Gohan smelled the scent of lavender mingling with Trunks’ cologne. It tickled his nostrils.

Gohan and Trunks sat down in their seats, the lavender haired demi Saiyan reaching for a bottle of Crystal champagne chilled in an ice bucket nearby. He played with the neck, then sit it back down to Gohan’s unanswered question.

“Let’s wait till we take off, love,” Trunks suggested, threading their fingers together. Gohan nodded, familiar with the takeoff procedure.

A few minutes later, Gohan finally asked, “So why did we have to take the company’s supersonic plane, and get all dressed up like that? I thought we were on vacation…”

Leaning over to straighten Gohan’s bowtie, Trunks kissed him. He then said, “It’s a surprise. Besides we’re en route so we might as well enjoy a drink now and just relax.”

“But…” Gohan started as Trunks thrust a glass in his hand. He fished out the champagne again and popped the cork. Two crystal glasses were filled in no time, Trunks taking one for himself and holding up his glass to clink to Gohan’s.

“Just have faith in me…” Trunks soothed. “Here’s to us.”

“To us,” the dark haired demi Saiyan replied, sipping his glass at the same time Trunks did.

“Just think Gohan, no phone calls or computer screens to interrupt us right now,” Trunks sighed with pleasure, feeling Gohan’s hand sliding up and down his own thigh in retaliation.

“I can hardly wait but you still…” Gohan protested, turning in his seat to face Trunks more fully.

“Oh, come on, let’s enjoy the ride together instead of flying by yourself?” Trunks teased him. He gave Gohan’s muscular leg a pinch, causing his husband to gasp a bit.

“Trunks…” Gohan gasped.

“How about we horse around a bit?” Trunks whispered seductively, walking his fingers up Gohan’s thigh, past his hips to dance over his chest. He unbuttoned Gohan’s suit jacket to do so, playfully slipping his hand between the silk lining and the expensive material of the salmon colored shirt.

When he felt Trunks’ hand tickling him through the cloth, he let out a slight whimper when Trunks’ fingers brushed over the cloth-clad nipple. “You mean by mapping my sexy body through those designer clothes?” Gohan cooed into his ear.

“That, and the fact one is free to engage in sexual activities miles above the earth,” Trunks purred back, leaning over, and kissing his husband’s cheek.

“You referring to the ‘mile high’ club then?” Gohan bantered.

“The very same,” Trunks nodded, sighing as Gohan caught his earlobe in his teeth and bit it lightly. “And as part of the initiation into this club, there is the added bonus of taking my time to look at your body, and you to see mine.”

“A required inspection of the merchandise before the main event?” Gohan laughed, loving the lustful twinkle in his husband’s eyes. Ah, almost thorough investigation is warranted then. Do continue.”

“Stand up, and let me strip you down, and then you me,” Trunks instructed. He stood up first, extending his hand to Gohan, who took it. He loved the strong tug of his husband pulling him up to stand opposite him. In the bright light of the noon sun beaming through the windows, Trunks finished unbuttoning Gohan’s shirt.

Gohan’s hands brushed against Trunks, at the same time removing and spreading the cloth as he tugged it out of his husband’s belt. Both shrugged off their blazers, folding them and laying them over the backs of their seats. Gohan then waited as his husband undid his belt buckle, and then moved back so he could slide his fingers over the tanned leather of Trunks’ belt and do the same.

Gohan tugged his necktie, pulling it off. “I suppose it’s all right to stop wearing this for a bit?”

“Go ahead, babe,” Trunks said.

Gohan wrinkled his nose and said, “Mom made me wear them ever since she thought the stupid idea of slicking my hair back made me look good.”

“What is it with moms and the thought that slicked hair looks in any way except dorky?” Trunks laughed.

Gohan growled softly, “The only way I like your hair slicked back is if it’s because you’re pounding me.”

“I concur,” Trunks purred, pushing back the cloth from Gohan’s chest to see the pale flesh beneath. He unbuttoned his husband’s pants, watching Gohan shimmy his hips and let them drop to puddle around his ankles. When Trunks unzipped his, Gohan braced himself on Trunks forearm, stepping out of his carefully. Next, the pants were folded and placed with the blazers that matched. Other items soon joined them.

Reaching up Gohan slide his hand around Trunks neck to unfasten his hair tie. Long lavender hair now liberated spilled over his chest and shoulders, partly obscuring and softening Gohan’s view of his husband’s chest.

Trunks hissed in delight to feel the pads of Gohan’s fingers sliding down his neck to walk across his pectorals. They paused, plucking at sensitive nipples for a lingering moment. Then Gohan danced his fingers over the ridges of Trunks’ muscles, memorizing each one again. Catching Gohan’s hand Trunks lifted it to his lips, and then kissed the palm.

He licked over Gohan’s index finger, sucking it into his mouth. Gohan moaned erotically, wishing it were another part of his anatomy. Now Trunks passed his hands over Gohan’s torso, giving his husband the chance to feel the caress to his muscles, and enjoy the difference in contact. In his throat, Gohan’s breath hitched, when Trunks dropped to his knees and ran his tongue over Gohan’s inner leg. A gasp escaped his lips at the sensation of his husband’s hot tongue raking over the skin covering his patella and femur, bathing it before nuzzling his left knee.

Gohan slipped his fingers into Trunks hair, tugging him up. Blue eyes glanced up at him, hungry and aroused. “My turn,” Gohan growled.

Trunks murmured as Gohan lightly pushed him by the chest and he fell back into the chair. Dark eyes burned with authority now, and Trunks knew it was selfish to worship those knees without letting Gohan return the favor. “Mm, your hands feel fantastic on me.”

“That’s the idea,” Gohan growled, bending down. Spreading Trunks knees apart, he bent to kiss the left, then the right. Resting his head against the headrest, Trunks closed his eyes and concentrated on the delicious softness of Gohan’s lips pressing multiple kisses to his knees. Then he felt his left leg being lifted and his ankle held in a pair of strong hands. He yelped to feel hot air and moisture brushing over the undersurface of his big toe. Drawing it into his lips Gohan sucked it briefly, and then moved onto the next.

“Ohh shit,” Trunks whimpered, tossing his head as Gohan purred, licking the arch of Trunks foot. He rubbed the heel sensually, and then kissed it as well. He could not wait for Gohan to treat his right foot just as sensually, sucking and licking each toe in a pretext of another organ.

“Just wait till it’s your turn, babe,” Trunks promised, his voice deepening with desire. Gohan’s ministrations unlocked waves of hot desire, causing blood to pulse to his Saiyan hood and push against his underwear, the last piece that they did not yet remove.

“Shall I take these off?” asked Gohan, sliding his fingers in the interior of Trunks legs. Lifting his hips Trunks allowed Gohan to pull his boxers down and off so cool air hit his developing erection.

“Now you,” Trunks commanded, his voice cracking with the effort to keep himself from coming far too soon. No, there was much more fun to be had.

Gohan pouted slightly but sat down next to Trunks. Boosting himself out of the seat Trunks then genuflected on one knee before his husband, slipping fingers into the boxers so Gohan could lift his pelvis and slide them down. Yet Trunks stopped pulling them at the knees, at the time Gohan set his ass down in the seat again. Blinking at him Gohan asked, “Why are you stopping?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Trunks crowed, then dipped his head. He brushed the tip of his nose to Gohan’s knees, rubbing his cheeks against the hard flesh like a cat marking its territory. Then he boosted both of Gohan’s ankles on his one shoulder, tickling the back of Gohan’s knee so he laughed beautifully.

“Hell, that tickles, watch it!” Gohan yelped.

“I can’t help it. I love the sound of your laughter when I touch you there,” Trunks purred. “And THERE…”

“Ohhhh….” Gohan groaned, loving how Trunks licked the ball of his left foot in broad strokes. Each toe he rubbed and dragged his tongue over instead of sucking on them. Strong fingers pressed and kneaded his feet, causing him to hiss and gasp when he finally felt the heat of Trunks breath blowing on his skin. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, feeling Trunks finally relent and suckle his big toes both at once. He wrapped the underwear around Gohan’s ankles, binding them together.

Glancing up Trunks saw Gohan’s dark eyes closed, the long lashes fluttering while he pulled Gohan’s legs apart. He pushed his head between them so Gohan’s knees were on his shoulders. Licking and kissing up the flesh, he used his talented fingers to tease the sensitive inner parts of Gohan’s thighs, causing his husband to moan deeply.

Trunks hummed softly, blowing on the prominent erection Gohan now sported. Skin strained around the rosy tip, twitching under the assault of Trunks’ breath. Lightly he tickled the underside, before kissing along it.

“Don’t stop,” Gohan whispered.

“Now it is your turn, babe,” Trunks whispered, ducking out from between Gohan’s legs. Suppressing the urge to grab his hair and pull him down, Gohan merely plotted a suitable sensual revenge. Trunks would not soon forget their plane ride when he was through. Gohan slid to the floor, on his hands and knees on the thick carpet that covered the cabin floor. On all fours, he walked towards Trunks, who sat on his knees and watched him predatorily.

Gohan kicked his underwear free, and then seized hold of Trunks shoulders. Pulling his husband to him, he climbed on trunks thighs to straddle him. He bumped the underside of his cock against the tip of Trunks’ erection, causing him to whine with need. Then wrapping his legs around the lavender haired demi Saiyan’s waist, he captured his husband’s lips in a kiss. Trunks imprisoned him in an embrace, sighing as Gohan’s tongue coaxed and teased his mouth open. Hot breath merged, dancing between them as their tongues glided along one another. Slowly Gohan ground his hips down, pressing himself to Trunks’ own need.

“Ohhhh,” Trunks groaned, feeling his sensitive cock tip rub against Gohan’s.

“You like that? Feeling my talented hands over every inch of your gorgeous body, love?” Gohan purred, keeping his voice deep and feral.

“Hell yes,” Trunks swallowed hard, bucking his hips up. “I want to be in your lap, Gohan.”

“If that’s what you want then I’ll do it,” Gohan whispered, scooting back. Sitting Indian style, he reached for Trunks. Swinging his legs over he sat in the triangle of Gohan’s legs, so their cocks sensually brushed like their tongues had done seconds before.

Together they panted, reaching down, and caressing one another’s lengths. Gohan closed his eyes at Trunks grinding down and rubbing him just so. Simultaneously he slid his hands along the lavender haired demi Saiyan’s slick shaft, pressing the rosy tip and rubbing the moisture that leaked over the broad head. Lying back, Gohan felt Trunks balancing on top of him so his erection rubbed against his belly. Bracing his hands on Gohan’s strong chest Trunks rocked back and forth.

“You feel so good there, Gohan,” Trunks whispered, bending down so his hair fell in a curtain around Gohan’s face.

“I want you Trunks… want you now… please,” Gohan growled, grasping Trunks hips in his hands. Holding his wrists Trunks lifted himself and stood on his knees so Gohan’s tip rubbed his opening teasingly.

“Patience,” Trunks purred as he reached for the tube of scented lube he had stashed in his pants pocket. Gohan heard the flick of the cap snapping back and the spurting sound of lube squirting onto Trunks’ palms. Rubbing his hands together and blowing, he warmed the liquid before reaching down to rub his hands on Gohan’s erection. In the back of his mind Trunks wondered if this was the last time that Gohan would ever be dominant with him. Who knows how he would turn out at the end of the experiment playing the role he was to play?

Gohan slicked his index and middle fingers, and then waited for Trunks to sit on his knees so he could slip his fingers inside. Trunks groaned, loving the invasion of those fingers spreading and kneading him in preparation. “G… Gohan… I need…”

“I know… I can’t wait either,” Gohan panted, lifting him reverently. At the same time, Trunks ground down Gohan thrust up into tight heat.

“Ahhhh feels so good,” Trunks sighed, bouncing his hips up and down. Gohan flexed his hips up, finding the rhythm they both loved so much. It did not take long for the silver sparks of pleasure to explode along them. Grinding pressure and squeezing flesh wrestled the inevitable result while Gohan reached up to stroke Trunks and knead him to the same place.

“Trunks… I love you,” Gohan ground out, exploding in bliss. Trunks howled the same words, savoring the molten heat bathing his insides, while spurting his own seed over Gohan’s chest. The milky white liquid showered Gohan’s ivory flesh, mingling with the already gleaming sweat. Rolling on their sides, they tangled their legs together and embraced tightly.

“Gohan, I do love you too,” Trunks whispered, kissing his lips lingeringly. Gohan’s fingers smoothed Trunks hair from his face, his eyes sated and misty.

As they lay together in each other’s arms Trunks wondered how their sex would change. Would this be his last time that things would be as they were? What lay ahead for their sex life after the next few days, and weeks ahead? The strong possessive arms of his husband wrapped around Trunks felt empowering and comforting. He felt so safe and loved in Gohan’s embrace. Could he face the possibility that he might not have that same sensation again?

"I'd like to condition Gohan, so he's willing to be submissive all the time.," he remembered Goten saying.

A cocky twitch of Goten's lips up, as he said that alerted Trunks. He locked eyes with Goten, electricity crackling through the air as blue met dark brown.

This was not the first time he had seen this look, it reminded him of dares past. Going back years of growing up.

"You’d like to condition Gohan... to what?" Trunks had asked, his eyes narrowed a bit. Had he heard it correctly? He had to be sure.

"I repeat," Goten said with his hands on his hips. "Condition Gohan so he's willing to be submissive all the time..."

For a minute Trunks regarded the other demi Saiyan. What was the game he was playing here? There was something shifting behind those smug looking eyes that Goten showed now.

Just what did that mean? If Gohan was willing to be submissive all the time, then that would change everything, Trunks realized. It would set off a cascade that would ripple through their whole relationship in ways he could hardly think.

Trunks felt his stomach shift a bit in response, thinking about this possibility. Why did Goten want this?

His next words were slow, deliberate, "Goten, what's the reason you're asking that?"

Goten folded arms across his chest and said, "Why not? It's going to be fun. Gohan really craves a firm hand. Mom and Dad raised him like that."

"Fun?" Trunks asked, his fists opening and closing behind his back.

"You know how Gohan always wanted to please mom and dad even though both of our parents had different requests..." Goten pointed out, his finger ticking off the number.

"Yeah, I know. It drove him nuts, didn't it?" Trunks asked

"Mom wanted Gohan to be a scholar and study. But Dad wanted Gohan to train. He did both and he excelled at both," Goten said with a grin.

"Well Gohan always was bossed around by them, I can see that," said Trunks, nodding, but still his jaw was clenched firm.

"He loved them both even though they did that, non-stop," Goten chuckled, rubbing his hands together.

"He was such a good willing little boy... to please mommy and daddy..."

"Oh," Trunks realized, his mind clicking a bit. "So, he'd be compliant... and do whatever was asked of them. I know that."

"It'd be fun to play with that willing submission, wouldn't it?" Goten suggested, the grin increasing in size, so it spanned from ear to ear.

"I can see Gohan doing that, but all the time? Willing to be submissive? Liking it, and craving it?" Trunks asked, eyes wide with a bit of disbelieve and trepidation.

"Of course, he can be. I can do it," Goten said.

"I don't think you can," Trunks said with a dismissive look.

"Oh, you bet Kami I can. It'll give us both a lot of fun too in the process," Goten retorted, his stubborn streak showing.

Trunks shook his head, arms folded now over his chest while Goten’s hands were at his sides, a mirror image of their poses before. He said, "It'd be quite the challenge, are you sure you want to put that much effort into this?"

"Why shouldn't I?" Goten challenged, fist raised. "Gohan's made for this thing. Imagine how much pleasure it can bring you both if he LIKES being submissive all the time..."

Trunks listened to this, his mind running with images of Gohan running on all fours, naked, his ass hanging out. Rushing from task to task with a 'yes master' on his tongue, and a happiness in his eyes to do whatever was asked of him. It started to make him feel hard.

"I bet you're picturing it all now, aren't you, Trunks. You want it, don't you?" Goten coaxed him.

"Fair enough," Trunks said with a deep breath to steady his body from going out of control and popping a boner in front of Goten which was hard to hide. "When you put things like that, it seems doable."

Tension dropped a bit in the wake of the new possibilities of this twist. Yet Trunks still felt doubt. He wondered what lengths Goten would go to, considering all this he asked, "So you’re confident it can be done with such short delays?"

Goten nodded eagerly. "Absolutely. Do I have your permission, Trunks?"

Trunks waited a bit to answer, his blue eyes flickering back and forth at an invisible scale weighing the possibilities. He bit his lip, chewing on it for another minute. This was asking a great deal of how far he was willing to go in this role that either would play.

He took a deep breath, before he said, "You have my full support as well as my permission Goten."

Nodding with a loud whistle Goten commented as he rubbed his neck with the back of his hand, “Damn, you actually agreed.”

"You didn't think I had it in me to make a deal with the devil and sell my husband to the river?" Trunks boasted. However, his stomach twisted in a knot.

As they shook hands on their deal, Goten chuckled and said, “You’ve got the balls, Trunks.”

Back in the present, Trunks gently stroked his husband’s soft black hair. He knew Gohan had it in him to be resilient and had proved it time and time again he had bet on it.

****

Both lovers fixed their clothes and cleaned up in the facilities of the private plane. Once they had changed and refreshed themselves, the glow of lovemaking still was present on both their faces. Trunks tried to push away his wistful feelings of loss of what might happen to Gohan after their ‘vacation’.

“Trunks, you still haven’t told me…”

“Relax love. I don’t like repeating myself, but it IS…” he began as he fixed the buttons of Gohan’s shirt and helped him with his tie.

“It’s a surprise, I know,” Gohan repeated, catching his breath. “You’ve made that evidently clear, love.”

“We are landing in five minutes babe. I’m going to ask you to keep that faith going. You’re about to find out…” Trunks teased him as they sat down in their seats in preparation for landing.

Bright lights came into view, but Trunks had pulled down the shades while Gohan was in the shower, to further tease him with their unknown destination. However, he promised that Gohan could see them once they got off the plane.

With fingers threaded together they held hands as the plane came into a landing. Gohan’s heart pounded in his throat with the excitement of the impending arrival. Once the plane taxied to the VIP terminal, Trunks whispered that it was time.

Gohan rose to his feet after they undid their seat belts and he tugged Gohan by the hand. They made it down the gangplank to see a limousine waiting right on the runway. A breeze whipped his hair and he smelled fresh air. Curiously, the terminal and the plane’s body blocked the view of any cityscape on one side. ON another all he could see were other planes with capsule airlines and private jets, and in another place, construction barriers in three languages. English, French and German as well as Spanish. He blinked to Trunks who chuckled. An entire wall blocked his view except for the orange glow of the lights overhead.

“Okay, you deliberately must have done this so I can’t see a hint of skyline!” Gohan groaned, shaking his head as he saw the Capsule logo on each of the construction barriers that hid the horizon.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I didn’t keep the suspense going, love,” said Trunks as he dragged him towards the limousine where the driver was already opening the door for them.

He tipped his cap, holding that gleaming door so both men could clamber inside, then closed it with a salute. He said nary a word, which further frustrated and amused Gohan. Trunks and he snuggled together in the plush limo seats and enjoyed classical music playing in the limousine’s cabin that smelled of fine leather.

The windows of the limousine had that sort of liquid crystal shading that could be manipulated to be frosted, opaque or translucent. Right now, they were in opaque mode so he could only see lights and shadows. Glancing over at Trunks he said, “Can we at least see where we are?”

“All right love, all right,” Trunks relented, his grin mischievous as he pressed a button. The frosted mode shifted so they could see clearly out of the windows of the limo now. Gohan spotted road signs as they went by, catching a hint of the language they were in.

“French,” Gohan whispered. He saw now they drove down distinctive streets, the lights, and shops noticeably clear.

Familiar landmarks came into view, one of which was unmistakable. The river, the décor of the buildings and homes, the shop fronts, all swarmed together into a familiar palate. He could tell from the feel and the vibe as well as the places he recalled where they were.

“Oh! You arranged a sojourn in Paris!” Gohan gasped. “That’s so romantic!”

Trunks nodded with a grin. “All the more delightful to see that look on your face, babe.”

“We must visit the Louvre when we are here, catch an opera… and go walking along the Seine, there are all sorts of cafes I want to see, and other sights too…”

As he chattered on, Trunks smiled at the irony of this. Gohan was quite wrong as to what was going to happen. It would make things even more interesting as the night progressed and the secrets that were about to unfold would come to pass.

They drove along and pulled up to a corner building creamy white in color with multiple windows and a sign that said “La Tour D’Argent” in distinctive lettering on a balcony on a corner window on the next to the top floor. The limousine driver opened the door for both men to exit, and they made their way to the front where they were checked at the door for reservations.

Wait staff wore crisp white shirts with black buttoned up vests. The maître d led them across the floor carpeted with a blue and gold designed rug wall to wall across the entire floor. Multiple round tables were set with gold rimmed Sèvres plates, crisp white tablecloths, and place cards for the patrons. Overhead Gohan marveled at a huge chandelier with multiple crystals hanging beneath beautiful amber colored disk with multiple painted scenes framed in wood. Each scene was a painting which was a visual feast for the eyes, and the lighting gave them each a warm glow.

As they approached their table, Gohan feasted his eyes on the settings. A folded artful napkin rested in the center of his plate, set with a smaller bread plate complete with knife. Three forks of varying sizes sat to the left, while on the right were two knives, a spoon, and a smaller knife. At the top of the plate was a smaller delicate fork and spoon set with the bowl of the spoon opposite the tines of the fork. He could see his face in the gold trim of the main plate. Both of them were seated, and Gohan counted the crystal goblets lined up on the top right of the plate, each successively larger. At the 1 o'clock position a huge brandy glass sat distinctive.

Centerpieces brightened up the richly set tables. Gohan soaked in the visual ambience with glee. He looked up from his table to see the river Seine from the windows. They were high up enough to see Notre Dame with its twin spires amidst the banks of the Seine and many other unique buildings. Gohan sighed deeply as he looked over at his husband who smiled.

Unfolding his napkin in his lap, Gohan watched as the waiter came over with a tray that contained the first course. On their left, a sommelier also joined them, holding up a bottle of wine. His silver dish hung around his neck, shining in the light. Trunks and he exchanged a few words, as he opened the bottle and allowed it to breath a bit.

“Gewurtztraminer 1964, monsieur Briefs,” the sommelier said. Trunks nodded. He poured the liquid from the white labeled bottle into a stemmed glass with pleated sides that started 1/3 up the glass.

Gohan and he enjoyed their first sip together before the first course was placed before Gohan, and he looked at the small sliver of brown with darker brown layer on top. A slice of tangerine was the garnish on the side, and brown granulated sugar in a strip under the course. Thin spiral orange rind curled and draped over. Trunks then said, “Love that’s Foie gras des Landes en gelée…”

Gohan started from the outside of the silverware, picking up the appropriate utensil as Trunks did so, and slowly tried a bit off the corner. His eyes widened as he let the smooth texture move over his tongue and the taste whet the appetite on his palate. As he took small bites, he felt his stomach start to crave more. Sips of the Gewurtztraminer paired well with this entrée.

“mm, this is just the beginning, I’m curious as to what is next,” Gohan murmured as they finished their first course. Their table was lit by two fixtures with dark yellow small shades, which coordinated with the gold patterning on the dark blue carpet beneath their feet. People spoke in hushed tones amidst the clink of silverware on plates.

Once they were almost done, the same waiter in his button-down vest brought another tray and glanced down at where they were in their repast. He removed the emptied plates and then set down two more, which were larger. Curled in an artful S shape on its side was a crayfish, its tender flesh mingled with rice and other ingredients arranged in a dish made of its sliced lower half. Gohan’s tongue watered a bit as he took in the sight and colors amidst steaming scents wafting into his flared nostrils. “Is that… L… Langouste Thermidor, babe?” he whispered to Trunks.

“Indeed. It’s quite different from your usual food isn’t it,” Trunks chuckled, seeing his husband salivate at the Langouste Thermidor steaming hot in front of him now.

Trunks took another set of utensils before Gohan did the same, and carefully speared some of the buttery flesh to place on his tongue. Gohan groaned as the flavor touched his palate and tongue with a perfect balance of umami and salinity.

“Amazing,” he whispered after he had taken one bite and another.

Now the sommelier brought out another bottle of wine, with a white label that sported a different year and brand, announcing, “Château Mouton Rothschild 1955 …” Both demi Saiyans exchanged a look and admired the notes of the wine poured into another set of glasses.

No sooner had the entrée vanished then it seemed as if by magic the waiter appeared again, with two new dishes that caused Gohan’s sense of smell to tingle as its scent wafted to his nose. Eyes glued to the plate as the waiter replaced their emptied dishes with the new course, he whispered, “Trunks… those smell like ducks...”

“Canard au Sang,” Trunks confirmed, eyeing the plate with its slice of pressed duck singularly on the plate with three onions and potatoes as garnish. Brown sauce smelling sweet with the marrow of the duck’s bones and innards was spooned on top by their waiter carefully, before they stepped back.

“Its own sauce,” Gohan sighed in joy as he tucked into the meal. “Will the legs be served later?”

Trunks smiled a bit as he too picked up his next knife and fork to cut a small piece and place it in his mouth. Seeing Gohan close his eyes and carefully chew each bite like it was the best ambrosia on earth—which it was—filled him with joy mixed with a bit of sadness.

Gohan looked at the next fork in his suite of cutlery and asked, “Well, is there more vegetable or just meat, not that I mind…”

As if on cue, the waiter toted their tray over one shoulder before placing down the next course. Braised hearts arranged in four of a member of the lettuce family. “Coeurs de laitues braisées…” Trunks murmured, licking his lips.

“Well, I’ll give it a go,” Gohan murmured, glad it was not broccoli.

Trunks dug him in the ribs playfully but discretely with his suited elbow. “Shh… babe…”

Still Gohan as he bit into the braised coeurs de laitues, he enjoyed the savory mix counterbalancing any odd taste of the vegetable itself, giving it a nutty flavor. If only other vegetables tasted as good as this did, he would eat them every day.

So far, a huge Saiyan appetite was making short work of the cuisine that they both partook amidst the sips of their wines paired for the meal. Gohan marveled at how the choice of wine complemented the flavors of the food itself, giving it an extra level of sensuality.

He was almost sad when the empty plates were cleared, but when another waiter toted a huge wooden cutting board filled with a constellation of cheeses, his eyes grew almost the size of his bread plate. How many different types were there, he wondered, sniffing each in their own that mingled to a symphony of dairy product bliss.

“Ronde des pâturages,” the lavender haired demi Saiyan pronounced, his own palate tingling for the bites of each type of cheese present.

“Brie…” mumbled Gohan. “And at the exact right temperature…”

Amidst bites of the various cheeses and singular bites of grapes both white and red he felt another type of bliss.

As he finishes his last piece of cheese, the sommelier arrived and held a champagne bucket filled up with ice cubes. “Monsieur Briefs, here’s the Laurent Perrier 1959 you requested …”

Gohan spotted a glass like the other wine glasses, but the mouth was slightly wider, and the diameter of the glass shallower. He knew to hold the glass by the stem to drink, lest the heat from his body detract from the temperature of the beverage.

At the same time the dessert was brought out, and Gohan’s eyes immediately went to the platters. The waiter said gently, “Mousse glacée pralinée.”

Both Saiyans drooled collectively at the latest savory treat, in a half sphere of chocolate resting on an inverted half sphere. Drizzled with a chocolate pattern in circles, it was irresistible.

Accordingly, both of them took ahold of their small spoons and dipped them inside the top to taste the mousse. Absolutely divine texture melted and slid past their tongues as if it were gossamer.

“Oh, my Kami…” whispered Gohan. “exquisite…”

“Indeed, babe,” murmured Trunks as he watched his husband slowly eat and sip his wine.

Whilst eating their desserts, Trunks pulled out two envelopes. He lay them side by side on the empty part of the table, out of range of the dishes that were now fast emptying of their glacée contents.

Intrigued, Gohan put down his spoon. He then saw the waiter come back to take away their plates. The last bottle of beverage for the evening was placed down and opened to breathe. Two glasses of the golden liquid were poured in the short stemmed, big bowled brandy glasses. The white label with the red seal bore the name Bénédictine. Gohan’s eyes fixated on that bottle for he had heard of its soothing nature and delicate flavor.

Trunks and he picked up their glasses before they swirled the golden contents around a bit. Next the rich caramel flavor of Bénédictine slid past Gohan’s tongue as he rolled the brandy over it. A person was supposed to leisurely sip this beverage, Trunks had told him, not gulp it. He watched intrigued at the two envelopes Trunks at put out, looking at their distinctive pattern.

“Trunks… I can’t help but notice,” he began, but his husband held a finger to his lips.

“Well it’s hard not to, love,” Trunks teased him, setting his Bénédictine to the side for a moment. “Those envelopes you see there contain two alternate programs for our foreign vacation.”

Raising an eyebrow, Gohan then said, “All right then, what’s in the left envelope?”

Trunks smiled a bit, “well why don’t you take a look?”

Eagerly Gohan reached for the first envelope on the left and slit it open. He gasped, “A romantic getaway to Paris, where we will be able to attend operas that I’ve bought tickets to. Also arranged tours to the Louvre, sailing down the Seine in a chartered tour boat, and many other activities…”

Gohan’s jaw dropped at the sound of this, and he was rendered momentarily speechless. Trunks chuckled at this reaction from his husband, since it was better than he hoped.

“That’s just so invigorating I…” Gohan began but Trunks held up a finger. Instead Gohan sipped his own Bénédictine to wet his now dry tongue with the perfect end to their dinner.

“Ah… ah… ah, how about I tell you what’s in envelope two? Before you choose it’s only right to do so,” the lavender haired demi Saiyan purred, tapping it with his outstretched finger.

Gohan’s heart pounded with excitement at his husband’s cryptic smile. His mind flickered through all the possibilities as he sat there, staring at the second envelope. Reaching for it he slid open the top, then extracted the rich sheet of paper with its message.

His dark eyes flickered across the words, “If you pick me, Prince, I promise you an exciting journey, in servitude. One that will surpass all your wildest fantasies.”

“Oh… Trunks…” was all he could manage to get out as his heart hammered in his chest, even harder than when examining the contents of the first envelope.

Leaning his cheek on his hand, supported by the curve of his elbow, Trunks drank in the scene. That lovely look of torn confusion on his lover’s face was forever etched in his mind. That is before he said, “So, my Prince, which one will you choose?”