He sat alone in the bar with the lights dimmed. He often came here for comfort and to drown his sorrows and thoughts to the pain in the world. “Damn them to hell!” he said screaming and slamming his fists on the smooth counter.
“Sir I think you have had enough…” The young man lifts his head and stares at the bar tender obviously drunk.
“Fine hic I will leave! But you can’t keep me away forever!” He said raising his finger in the air in a patriotic way then quickly dropping it.
The bartender just smiled at him and says “yes I know Mr. Son come again” he said as the man lays down some cash. “But sir! This is way too much!”
But it was too late the young man was already gone into the cold dark cruel streets. We have recognized the young man to be none other then Son Gohan. Goku’s son that is one of the surviving Z warriors He is not the only survivor. His mother is one of the survivors from the devastating attack and only has Gohan left after loosing Goku. Bulma is also one of the survivors she is getting old in her age, but she is still as kind as ever she often provides him with hospitality treating Gohan like one of her own. Then there is her son Trunks he is a young teen that Gohan often Trains to help him become stronger and fight by his side. There was an even bigger secret though Gohan was falling for his young student.
“Damn” He put his head against a wall propping himself up expecting to throw up. He had way too much to drink. Then the world started spinning beneath him and blacked out.
“Gohan?…Damn it Gohan wake up!”
Finally the saiyan wakes up and bolts upward not realizing what has happened. He sees Bulma… oh man he was in deep now. “Ouch..” he holds his head in agony. Bulma puts something on him to help the pain go down. “Bulma? Why.. I mean how did you find me?” asked the young man.
“I knew you would be out down town somewhere Bulma replied. She tried to coax the young man to lay down. “Please Gohan I knew you since you were a kid I traveled around half the world with you and you expect me not to know you? Wrong!”
Gohan let’s out a small chuckle. “Yeah I suppose you are right. Man I don’t know if I am going to be able to train tomorrow. I am so weak right now.”
“You should be fine” Bulma assures him.
“Well that’s good at least I won’t be disappointing Trunks” he said smiling to himself.
The next day he woke to the smell of a nice home cooked meal. “Ugh” his head still hurt, but he was hungry so he sat up and made his way over to the kitchen. There he saw Bulma cooking and without even turning around she greeted him. “Hey where is Trunks Bulma?”
“Oh he was up all night looking after you once he heard you were sick He got up and took care of you all night.
We see a young boy enters, he is a young teen whose deep blue eyes make him seem like he is older. He’s tired and weary from looking after his mentor.
“Hello dear” says his mom cheerfully.
“Hey” he says short without another word. He looks at Gohan and a smile comes across his face. “Gohan-san!”
The young man was happy to hear the one he loved call his name.
“Oh Gohan! Can we train today?! I think I am getting stronger!” the young teen asked pleadingly.
“No dear leave Gohan rest for awhile.”
“No it’s fine Bulma I would love to.”
The boys smile became even bigger in excitement as he ran over and hugged his mentor in happiness.
“If only this was the kind of hug that I wanted.” No he was wrong this hug was special in its own way even if it wasn’t love. He smiles and puts his own arms around his student returning the love.
Later that day they were training out in a field where they often relaxed after they were done training. “Well I think you did better today” said the older demi saiyan to the young teen.
“Really?!” He was excited to hear this shower of compliments.
“Yes definitely” Gohan said smiling warmly. There was a silence as they both stared out into the sun that was setting. They hadn’t gone home all day. This is the perfect moment Gohan thought. He started to lean forward hoping nothing would go wrong. Grrrr he stopped dead. Darn! His saiyan hunger was getting the best of him.
“Well maybe we should head back now.”
No…darn.. Gohan did not want to go back for he couldn’t be romantic around Bulma and he would be afraid of the young mans reaction. Instead he just walked Trunks home.
“Well bye Trunks.”
“What your not going to stay? But you were hungry just a few minutes ago?”
Darn he was right. He loved Bulma’s home cooked meals and he smelled them wafting through the door where Trunks was standing. And boy did it smell good.
“See you kid.” Then he flew off not looking back to not feel sorry.
“Oh you’re home” Bulma said in a good mood. “Where is Gohan?”
“Oh.. he had to leave.” Trunks said looking sad.
“Oh that’s a shame I made plenty for him.”
“Mom?”
“Yes dear?”
“Does Gohan hate me?”
“No dear he loves you very much” she said this smiling to herself. For she knew what was going on.
Darn! Why hadn’t he stayed?! Was he afraid? Or was he afraid Trunks would turn him down. Probably. He sighed and saw the bar that he favored and went in.
“Ah Mr. Son I knew you would be back.”
“Yeah shut up and pour me some booze.” He said in anger and depression and he threw the bartender a big tip.
“Right away sir!” there was a brief silence as the bartender stared wonderingly then spoke. “You seem depressed Mr. Son.”
Gohan ignored this comment for a moment, but then lifted his head. “Yeah actually I am.”
“Well don’t worry I’m sure whatever is bothering you will pass.” The bartender said as he turned on the TV. “Oh..no.. those poor people..”
The drunk saiyan lifted his head once again and saw the disasters on the television. The screams rang in his ears that were sensitive to the sound that got louder and louder stinging the young man’s ears. “No!” he couldn’t take it anymore he got up and ran out of the bar. It was raining he didn’t get very far he tripped and fell on his face. “Why?! Why me?….” he cried. Then the rain seemed to lighten up and stop. No it didn’t stop he still heard it. Then he looked up to see the younger demi-saiyan staring down at him with an umbrella in his hand. He looked beautiful.
“Oh Gohan-san..” “mom says she thought you would be down here.”need a hand?” he held his hand out for Gohan.
Without thinking the young man pulled the teen down into his arms in a warm embracing hug. He cried and he didn’t care either. And the most unexpected words came out of Gohan’s mouth. “I love you Trunks..” he felt the younger saiyan tremble at these words.
“Gohan-san you’re drunk..”
“No! I mean it!” the young man shouted these words. Tears glistened in his eyes as he said the words. “I love you Trunks and I always will!” Then he kissed Trunks dead on the lips in a tender soft kiss. Then he felt Trunks’ tenseness go away as he went limp in Gohan’s arms and then he started kissing him more fiercely making an opening he locked lips and twisted tongues in a French kiss as the younger saiyan lets out soft moans of pleasure. Then the younger saiyan broke free.
“I love you too Gohan-san..” Then he locked lips again and this time touching Gohan’s erection causing it to stand up. Trunks smiles then speaks “looks like someone is happy.”
“Oh shit!” Gohan said covering it with his hands in embarrassment causing him to turn a deep scarlet.
Then Trunks removed Gohan’s Hands and now put his hand on it and grabbed. This caused the older saiyan to let out a soft more pleasure moan. “Gohan…” Trunks managed to gasp between breaths.
“Yeah?” the older saiyan replied.
“Make me yours.” Gohan froze. No this couldn’t be this was all a dream. As much as he wanted to the teen was still a minor.
“I don’t know Trunks.. I don’t think so..”
“Why?! I am ready! I have been ready! So what’s the problem?! You love me right?! So Fuck me!” the younger teen demanded.
Gohan was astounded by these words as he looked into the young saiyans eyes and saw no fear..just determination. The young man sighed. How could he turn him down? “Alright, but not a word of this to your mother or she will kill me.”
“My mom’s not here so she wont find out.” Trunks was laying down on the couch waiting for Gohan grabbing a blanket. Without hesitation the older demi saiyan jumps onto the couch this causes the younger teen to be on the bottom. Gohan looks down on his little lover and smiles as he comes down and they both kiss tongues twirling once again in a French kiss. The Young teen grasps the young man’s erection causing him to let out a loud deep moan of pleasure. The older saiyan licks Trunks’ chest then licking his nipples causing them to erect and harden up as the teen lets out a moan.
The night went on with kisses and pleasure, but soon enough it was morning. The older saiyan opened his eyes eyes. His hair a mess and his bare flesh under the covers. He looked next to him to see the young lavender haired saiyan not stir. He took this all in “shit! Did I just screw over a minor?!” now he was wide awake.
The younger saiyan wakes up. “Hey Gohan-san…” he says sleepily.
“Trunks?! What did we do last night?!” Gohan asked now frantic.
“Well you got drunk and we made love…”
“No! this is bad!” Gohan said abruptly getting up and starting to get dressed. “Damn I am such an idiot taking advantage of you like that!”
The younger saiyan didn’t reply instead he took Gohan’s hand and pulled him back down. “Shhh don’t say that.. I wanted you to….”
Then Gohan just gave up and laid with the teen hands locked. Then the sun showered through the hole in the roof onto the both of them. They both looked like angels. After an intimate long moment they went downstairs only shocked to be greeted by Bulma.
“Hello boys.”
Of course they boys were shocked. Guilt of having sex behind his mother’s back was going to be hard to keep it a secret. “Well have a seat you two.” She offered them kindly. As they both sat at the table and Bulma had her back turned to them the older saiyan hissed in the young teens ear.
“I thought you said you said your mom wasn’t home!”
“I did!” the younger saiyan hissed back madly. “She must have come home last night!”
“Great…just great” Gohan thought.
“So Gohan I am guessing you got drunk again last night am I right?”
“Yes Bulma…” the young man said sorrowfully.
She let out a soft laugh and smirked to herself. “So did you both sleep well?”
At this remark they both almost chocked on the breakfast Bulma made them.
“Come on you two I have known for awhile and finally you two are able to see your feelings for each other.”
“So you’re not mad?”
“No what can I do? I can’t decide your lives for you I just hope you two truly know what you want.”
Then the older saiyan rose and spoke. “Trust me Bulma I will protect Trunks even if it means risking my own life..”
“Yes I know you will Gohan.. Now you two go and train! I cant have you two slacking!”
At that comment they were both out the door. They trained till the sun set and then Gohan took his young koibito somewhere special. A sakura tree. They sat there for what seemed to be a lifetime. Hands locked side by side. It seemed the only sound could be heard was the beating of two hearts as one and the soft wind. Then the older demi saiyan spoke in a soft whisper into the young teen’s ear.
“I love you Trunks… you are my sky. My earth, my everything..” “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
The young teen sat speechless for a minute taking this all in. “Yes and you are mine as well Gohan.”
Then Gohan brought his hand up to his and a soft kiss brushed off the young teens velvet soft skin. This was surely the most happy moment in the young teens life how he dreamed of this day forever.. “Hey how about we carve our initials to symbolize our love forever.” The young man gestured as he pulls out a carving knife and carves the initials GXT in a carved heart. Then they both got up and kissed under the moonlight, but sadly this would be their last kiss.
Gohan had lost his arm in a fight against the androids. As much as Trunks stayed with him trying to get him to stop fighting it didn’t work. The older saiyan didn’t give up his pride to fight.
“Gohan! You can’t fight!” the young teen protested eyes full of hope. Darn those were the same eyes Gohan had fallen for, the same look he had given him begging him to train. “Please! I am stronger now! We are a team now! We can do this!”
The older saiyan grinned. “Ok Trunks you win let’s go.”
“Right!” Trunks seemed happy, but ten a quick swift chop to his neck Gohan knocked him out.
“Sorry Trunks like I said I don’t know what I would be able to do if anything happened to you..” He kissed the young teens lips and flew away for the last time.
Trunks was awoke by a loud alarming scream. His heart stopped. “No.. it couldn’t be…” he refused it to be. He flew over the city for what seemed to be like an eternity over the cold dark city. It was raining. Then he spotted somebody.. “No…” he rushed down and then he saw… “Gohan..no he couldn’t be dead..” then the tears started flowing from his eyes hard. He ran over and held his lovers cold lifeless body in his warm arms. Then the young teen just lost it. The blood just flowed from his fingers along with the rain like a mixture of pain and hurt.
At the funeral nobody said a word. Just held each other and cried. Then when everything was done Chi-Chi came up to the young saiyan. “Gohan talked about you so much.. He will always be there for you.. just remember that.” She kissed him on the cheek and walked away.
She was right. Gohan will always protect him. He smiled and tears filled his eyes. He fell to his knees and picked up a flower and kissed it then set it down and whispered. “I love you Gohan.. you are my sky, my earth..my everything.”
He read the grave him, his mom and Mrs. Son picked out. They buried Gohan under the tree where he and Gohan shared a special kiss and carved their names. The grave said Gohan Son, a dear son, a friend and someone who fought to the very end. We will never forget you Gohan! Then it had the date of his birth and death. May, 10 1895- June 11, 1915. Gohan was 20… too young to die the teen thought. Then he got up and he heard a whisper in the wind and he saw his lover Gohan. His heart stopped.
“G…Gohan?”
The sakura petals fell off the tree and the breeze blew his masters soft black hair. He turned around to confront his young student with soft gray eyes.
“Trunks…” he smiled.
Trunks’ eyes filled with tears as the angel approached him then he spoke soft as the wind.
“Hey now don’t cry, what happened to my strong man?”
He thought he was strong? This remark made Trunks smile.
“Hey now I need you to be brave my koibito.” He said touching the teens face and Trunks couldn’t feel anything, but he was just glad Gohan was here. Then Gohan leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Trunks flinched like the first time Gohan kissed him and then he relaxed. Then he pulled apart oh how Trunks didn’t want it to end he longed to make love like they had and kiss under the moonlight. He knew in his heart though that it couldn’t happen. Gohan was dead and someday Trunks would be too, but for now he couldn’t be with him like he longed to. “I have to go now Trunks..”
He understood and as much ad it killed him he knew Gohan had to go and someday he would join Gohan and they would be together forever. Then Gohan whispered in a voice again as soft as the wind. “I love you Trunks…” Then he disappeared in a poof of feathers and a feather landed in Trunks’ hand. He held it to his heart and whispered to even though Gohan was gone he was sure he would hear his words.
“I love you too Gohan..” and he was sure they would always have their memories…forever….
