Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

I stare at his form from a distance, he’s become very strong at his age and in a few more months he’ll be 14 years old. still a bit too young. He always tells me his not a kid, and I guess he doesn’t act much like one but he’s nine years younger than me and that’s young enough to be called a kid from my point-of-view. Still, I wish he’d see me as more than just his teacher. like I see him more than just my student. That’s right, I love him, now if only I could say that to him.or better yet, SHOW that to him.

Ok, back to reality. I’m still gawking at him and I can’t help the pictures that cross my mind. talk about kinky! All I want to do right now is pin him to the ground and fuck the living daylight out of him.what stopping me? Well, ‘HIS TOO YOUNG and HE’S NOT GAY.’ Doesn’t really convinced me. it’s more like an excuse so that every time I’m around him can control my.lust.

I sigh deeply and notice a cast shadow over me, looking up I find him standing there, so close I can sense the heat radiating from his perfect form. His arms are loosely folded across his strong chest as the moonlight traces every muscle on his neck and collarbone. Sweat shimmers on his tender face and strands of his silky lavender hair draped on his forehead. I open my mouth to say something but no word come out, I don’t think I’m breathing.or remember how to. “Gohan-san, are you alright?” He startles me somewhat with the deep tone of his voice, but as always, I love listening to that soft innocence in it. I nod slightly and swallow as he sits down with a huff of breath.

I try not to look, but that’s like giving those mechanical beasts terrorizing the earth a second chance. I catch a glimpse of him lying down and turn my head. His eyes are closed and his hands are resting underneath his head.perfect, there’s only two things wrong with this picture; his still wearing his cloths and I’m not ‘on him.’ I mentally grin at the situation and lean in until my face is inches from his. I quickly press my lips against his and moan at the sensation. His azure eyes suddenly flutter open with a look of shock and.lust?

Yes, it’s defiantly lust.

My body seems to act on it’s own now, I roll on top of him and my heart fills with joy when my purple haired prince rewards me with a compassionate moan. His muscular arms are pulled out from underneath his head snaking their way around my neck.

I finally seize the kiss unwillingly, but we both need air. My expression suddenly turns nervous, realizing I already have a hard-on. He smiles up at me mischievously and moves his arms to my back, slowly rubbing and kneading the slightly tense muscles; that’s just like him, less talk more action.

This won’t do, I want to see every part of him now.

I sit up giggling at the disappointment that has already spread across his youthful face. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I pull the dark blue fabric over his head in a matter of seconds and toss it aside, staring at his panting chest. I wince as I see a deep gash stretching from his left shoulder to the bottom of the right side of his chest. The wound looks new; it must have been from the battle we had had with the artificial humans two days ago. “Have you had that looked at?” I ask concerned. He hesitates for a little then closes his eyes.

“No.if I told mother she wouldn’t let me train, I figured it would heal on its own.” I can tell he regrets telling me that by the fear in his voice, he’s afraid I’ll get mad and yell at him. Well that’s what I’m doing, but my voice is way too calm to sound angry.I sound more concerned and thank Kami for that, I don’t wanna wreck the moment.

“Trunks, it’s not something you can pass as a scratch, we can continue this some other time after you heal.” He frowns at me and narrows his eyes; I’m the one who should be angry with him so why is he angry with me? “I’m not a child you know, please Gohan-san trust me I’m fine” he tells me calmly but there’s a hint of roughness in his voice that he’s visibly trying to hide.