Welcome to Boxer & Rice

Based on the idea of Lord Truhan
Translation support by TheL1985
Written by Nandiiie

The desk jerked with every push and shifted a little further. Moans and the lovely smell of sex hung in the air. A pair of black leather shoes with socks on the high-quality carpet. Trunks stood in front of his workplace without pants. Shirt and tie hung loosely from him as he moved his pelvis forward, panting. His phone rang on the edge of the tabletop.
"Don't you want to answer that...?"
asked a male voice, breathing heavily.
"No."
The answer was terse. Trunks took off his glasses and began to bump harder.


The Deal Breaker

In the foyer of the Capsule Corporation, a young, good-looking lady in business attire was hanging up the phone and hurried out from behind the desk. She had some beads of sweat on her forehead and tried to smile away her nervousness. A group of older and younger men in expensive suits stood in front of her. Some were already tapping impatiently with their fingers on their arms or feet on the floor. Their faces looked unnerved.
“Where's Mister Briefs? We have already planned this appointment 6 months in advance. Does the Capsule Corporation deal with its business customers so reliably?"
She kept smiling and bowed slightly to the gentleman who had just spoken.
“But no, honourable CEO Mister Takeda. Mister Briefs felt it was only appropriate that I show you around a little before your meeting so that you can get an overview of our company for yourself. Please follow me."

The phone rang repeatedly. Trunks had wiped it off the tabletop so that it was now lying in pieces on the floor. He was still pressing his cock wet and hot between the cheeks of the black-haired man who was lying on the noble wood in front of him. The glasses hung crookedly in his face and were fogged up. His shirt had been ripped open. He was still wearing his jacket. The pants were lying around on the carpet somewhere. Gohan groaned and Trunks grinned at him. He loved this game. Which of them would come first and lose to the other? Usually, it was Gohan who had the greater stamina, but not today! Today he felt good and would beat him!
His cell phone vibrated next to them. Trunks tried to concentrate on the fuck.
"We should get this to an end quickly, if you are so popular today."
Trunks snorted angrily.
"That is not possible right now! I must come down first and relieve the stress!"
Gohan grinned.
"What stress? As far as I know, the most productive thing that you managed today is to fuck me.”
"Stop doing that!"
the lilac-haired man hissed hard.
"You already sound like my folks!"
He gripped the older one's thighs tighter and pulled him higher to get deeper into him. Gohan arched his back.
"And you? Have you been a hardworking nerd and taught?"
Trunks pulled himself out of the other almost entirely, only to dig into him completely again. The teacher's voice showed how much he liked it.
"Well, what would your students say if they knew what you were doing in your free periods?"

The receptionist had finished her tour all over the Capsule Corporation.
"Would you like a little refreshment?"
she asked, embarrassed, as the delegation began to lose patience.
“We're not here for your water! Get Mister Briefs over here right now! Or Northern Capital Industries will never do business with you again!"
The young lady waved her arms around, uncertainly.
"One moment please!" And disappeared behind the counter. She used the voice system in her boss's office.
“Mister Briefs! Mister Briefs! I know you are in an important meeting right now, but please get in touch! The NCI has been waiting for you for an hour! Mister Briefs?!"

Trunks fumbled for the intercom switch somewhere on his desk. Gohan frowned. He raised his head, red and sweaty.
“The NCI? Didn't you say you only have an appointment for lunch with a few unimportant work colleagues?"
He was already tensing to get up when the younger man pushed him down.
"Calm down!"
growled the heir of the Capsule Corporation.
"The old moneybags can wait a little longer!"
Trunks continued with Gohan. He could feel that his counterpart was about to come.

The automatic door opened in the entrance area. The blue-haired manager entered the building with her husband in tow.
"Mister Briefs! It's a matter of urgency!"
The half-saiyan growled angrily and got so loud that the lady on the other end winced nervously and her hand slipped onto the speaker button. The voice was suddenly no longer audible only to her.
“Leave me alone with this unimportant pettiness! These bloated office sitters can be glad that they are welcomed here at all! Tell those annoying drags that I have a meeting that can't be postponed and that they'll have to stand behind! Anyone who wants to talk to the President of the Capsule Corporation must first learn to crawl on the floor!"
Bulma's jaw dropped. Vegeta frowned, as did the group of businessmen.

Gohan looked a little strangely at the younger man.
"Trunks... you can't say that?!"
"What! I am the President of Capsule Corp.! I can do what I want! Or don't you like it when I tell you what to do, Mister Son?!"
Gohan blushed even more, and the vigorous dominance of his lover intensified his physical experience. He groaned loudly.
"Trunks!"
The young heir was breathing faster and faster himself. He wouldn't be able to hold it any longer!
,Fuck it all!'
he thought and was about to give in to his urges to enjoy his own orgasm. But in that second, he noticed the twitching in front of him and reached for the hot Power Pole with his hand. The hand slid down the full length and then to the tip. The black-haired man in front of him writhed in pleasure. A confident grin on the face of the handsome boy with the bright blue eyes. One last big effort and...

The sound of destruction. Bursting wood and other material.
The semen splashed over his hand and the belly under him. His own climax followed.
It passed away without being enjoyed.
A pair of black onyxes stared at him, freezing the blood in his veins. The older one lay on the desk in front of him, gasping for breath and sweaty, only slowly coming back so that he could realize what had happened. Trunks swallowed and turned his head to the side in slow motion. Vegeta stood in front of them, furious, veins pulsing on his forehead. Obviously close to engaging them into a fight. The heir of the Capsule Corporation was the first to find his tongue.
"Dad! You know that you should knock!"
The proud prince's fists clenched audibly under the rising pressure. He withdrew from his partner and stood in front of him while he tried to pull up his pants as quickly as possible. His father growled with an evil look and it seemed only a matter of time before he would explode.
The teacher had gathered himself something again and sat up. His lover's discharge dripped onto the table and ran over its edge. One hand supported him and the other wiped his face. Still looking between his fingers, he noticed the pure-blooded saiyan. His eyes widened.
"Vegeta!"
he exclaimed in surprise. He stumbled frantically off the table and looked for his clothes on the floor. The gaze that rested on both of them narrowed to a slit.
"How dare you! You are a disgrace to the royal blood that runs in your veins!"
He spit sideways on the floor.
“And then of all things with the weakling! No wonder you are so effeminate!"
"I can do what I want! You have no right to stop me!" Trunks yelled at him. “You can't talk about Gohan like that! He is…!"
The prince lifted his chin and snorted disdainfully.
“You forget who you have in front of you! It's time to teach you some manners!"
The half-saiyan stared angrily at his father. Gohan began to interfere.
"Vegeta, I know you have a problem with me, but Trunks is old enough to..."
“Shut up and stop meddling in others’ business! You're like a sickness to Trunks! Because of you, he's just lazy!"
Vegeta had his arms crossed and was fully facing him.
“What have you already achieved in your life? Do you think you have something to say to me just because you are Kakarot's son? You haven't done anything in the last few years! Your softness makes me puke! Acting like a human does you no credit! Get out of my sight or I'll forget myself!"
The taller man sighed and shook his head. Vegeta would never change. One last look at Trunks and he went to the destroyed door.
"Yes! Just run like a coward! You are not worthy of being a saiyan!"
the elite warrior hissed after him.

Downstairs in the foyer, Bulma was still busy reassuring the NCI representatives. Son Gohan had tried as much as he could to get dressed and watched from a distance as the attempts of the blue-haired woman failed and the group stomped away angrily.
"That will have consequences for the Capsule Corporation!"
they shouted, still offended. Bulma sighed and the impression she left on him was a mixture of resignation, anger and sadness. Fortunately for him, she had not noticed him yet. She spoke to the receptionist.
"How could that happen?"
She kept her head bowed and was about to fall on her knees crying.
“Please forgive me honourable Mrs Briefs! I tried to hold the NCI up until Mister Briefs finished his meeting. It's my fault the speaker activated! I'm sorry!"
Bulma looked at the young woman.
"No. It is fine. You did everything you could."
The dark-eyed man began to notice a very uncomfortable feeling in his stomach area. He felt his guilty conscience on the way out. Maybe Vegeta was right and it was his fault that Trunks was so distracted instead of focusing on his work. As a teacher, it should be his duty to always act as a good example. He should be stricter with the younger one. There was just one problem...
How could he resist Trunks with that lovely smile?


Bulma was furious and yelled at her son.
"What were you thinking?!"
Trunks crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive position and looked to the side with his chin raised.
"Hmf! I can’t help that this silly bitch wasn't able to operate the system properly! She should be fired for her sloppiness!"
His mother thought she couldn't believe her ears.
"I beg your pardon? Did the girl put these words in your mouth?! I have appointed you my deputy so that you have a job and finally take on some responsibility young man! Instead, you've taken a personal secretary with files piling up on your desk because you don't have the time to look through them and sign them! I invite important business partners and you don't even manage to eat with them?! Do you even realize what you've done today?!"
"What are you upset about, Mom? We are the richest people on the planet. A couple of Zeni are peanuts for us! We don't even have to work anymore!"
"Tell me, are you completely crazy now? How do you think we're going to finance all of this?! It's not just about us! We have a responsibility to our employees!"
"Tch! It is useless! The boy is totally spoiled!"
Vegeta said in exasperation to Bulma before turning to his son.
“If it had been up to me, you would have had to earn your luxury first! Or when was the last time you trained? If you and Kakarot’s low card of a son only spent half as much time training as..."
"Shut up! That's none of your business! What have you done for mother so far except freeloading?! And you pamper Bra all the time!"
"That's not how you talk to your father, young man!"
"Throw me out if you think I'm such a loser!"
Vegeta released his crossed posture and looked Trunks straight in the eyes.
"Why not? That's the first reasonable thing that comes out of your mouth today! Then we'll see if you can do more than talk big!"
"Oh! Go fuck yourselves!"
In a rage, Trunks turned around and burst through the window next to him. He had not bothered to open it to fly away. The prince of the saiyan was about to take off, but his wife's hand touched his shoulder.
"It would be pointless if..."
"Trunks must finally learn his lesson and if I have to beat him up!"
Bulma sighed.
“You won't achieve anything with it! He has to see it himself. He is a good boy!"
“Stop always protecting him! He is old enough and it is time for him to grow up!"
“I'm not going to let him get away with it this time. I will need your help."
"For what?"
"I have an idea..."


Water ran over the half-saiyan's muscular body as he ran a hand through his wet black hair. A trickle found its way down. It parted over the lips, down the cheek, the neck and pearled over the shoulder and chest to collect in the area of ​​the abdomen between individual muscles and past his navel, lower towards the middle between his thighs. Gohan turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, which he tied around his waist and another, with which he continued to dry himself and rubbed his hair. Barefoot, he stepped onto the carpet in the next room and smiled at a young woman.
“Thank you for letting me use your bathroom. I certainly wouldn’t have made it home and back to university in such a short time."
The black-haired woman with the blue eyes blushed slightly at the sight and tried to look to the side but could hardly satisfy her curiosity.
"Of course. This is not a problem. We have enough space. Only father doesn't like it that much when a man is here."
Gohan began to put his clothes on and dressed up formally. He styled his hair in the mirror and straightened his suit jacket. The teacher returned. She grabbed his tie and straightened his knot.
"Can I go like this...?"
"I guess so…"
she muttered, trying not to stare too hard. Gohan leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you Videl! I owe you one!"
She took a few steps back.
"Oh no. That's nothing. You really deserve the job!"
He came up to her and held out his arm.
"Shall we?"


"Ah... ah...! Yes! Trunks...!"
The long-haired blonde fell to the side with a blissful expression on her face, put her arm over her forehead and gasped excitedly.
"That was amazing!"
His hands grabbed her hips and turned her around.
"Ready for the next round?"
"Another rou…? Oh! Oh!"
Trunks thrust deep into her. He thought of Gohan and everything that had happened today. His intensity increased. The main thing was that he could hide and numb everything that annoyed him. His parents had tried to call umpteen times. Gohan had written to him too, but he was busy enough elsewhere to respond. They both had known each other for a lifetime. The closeness of the teacher and his care had become something natural for the rich daydreamer.
At some point, to his regret, reality and his new problems could no longer be postponed with the student in his arms.
"I could bring two friends next time if you like?" She grinned at him. "I'm sure we will have a lot of fun together."
Trunks leaned back and sipped his glass, which he had picked up from the bedside table.
"Stay a little longer."
"That won’t work for me!"
She muttered and tried to find her things from under the covers still in bed.
“I have an appointment to study with my roommate and have a lecture in the afternoon. Not everyone can afford to quit their studies and still be Vice President of the Capsule Corporation like you. I actually can't understand why you dropped out of university. Didn't you even have one of the lecturers as a tutor? What was his name again... Mister... Son?"

Trunks pulled his eyebrows together in a small crease. He did not want to be reminded of the past. Though, when he thought about it like that, they were fond memories. He had never felt like studying and had only followed his mother's compulsion. He had never really taken it seriously. She had hoped that if Son Gohan could possibly get him excited about business studies, he would change his mind and that his grades would improve. To his amusement, the nerd had tried hard on it. More as a joke and to get rid of the annoying lessons by Gohan giving up, he had started flirting with him. He never would have thought that it would become so much more and that his teacher would reciprocate the advances at some point. Gohan was after all the big brother of his best friend and the son of his father's arch-rival. He had just played with him and had not noticed how important he was to him. Only when he had broken off his studies and the tutoring had become void did he realize that he missed him, and they began to meet more and more often in secret or under false pretences. A schoolbook for Goten here, a visit to the CC library there, or just a short chat with friends. His mother found out quickly and kept it to herself because of Vegeta, even if she now thought that Gohan was to blame for his failure.

His hand reached for the hotel phone.
"Oh come on! I also invite you to dinner in bed! I will order what you want! Lobster? Caviar? Oysters? Fugu?"
She hesitated and stopped moving. She was halfway through her shirt.
"Hm... really anything?"
He nodded with a grin.
"Sure! Whatever you want! Please! Who can afford it if not me?"
A voice could already be heard on the receiver. The blonde thought for a moment and then took off her top again.
"OK! Then I want everything!"
"Listen! Mister Briefs here! I want menu 3, 4, 12 and 15! Everything in the room! Right away!"
The student ran her finger over his bare chest and playfully moved down between his legs. Her hand touched the hard phallus and her lips arched over the damp, reddened tip. Trunks suppressed the moans on the phone and reached into her hair as she continued the blowjob. He watched the activity between his thighs with excited eyes. He gasped and indulged in pleasure. The voice said something that he could barely understand because he was barely listening.
"Yes yes... debit everything... as always... hm..."
He bit his lip and swallowed the sound in his throat. His pelvis began to move slightly to the rhythm of her play of lips and tongue. It was a suitable distraction for his liking.
The voice on the other end became more energetic because he repeatedly failed to respond adequately to what was being said.
"What...?"
he asked hoarsely and cleared his throat. The conversation continued and finally it reached him.
"You must have made a mistake... um..."
He bit his tongue. The suction felt so good.
“I am the Vice President of Capsule Corporation! We have so much money that we could buy up your entire hotel chain!"
"We're sorry," the voice said clearly. “But your credit card was not accepted by our system. It seems it has been banned. Do you have any other payment methods that you can save for us?"
He stopped her endeavour by gently holding her head in place and frowning.
"What do you mean, my card is blocked?!"
“We sincerely apologize. It is not an oversight. Unfortunately, without a valid credit card, you can no longer use our service. We have to ask you to leave in the next hour."
He now reached in parallel to his cell phone with a whole series of missed calls on the display to check his balance. At the same time, he noticed the news. The change in his face made the student lift her head.
"Something wrong?"
Trunks scanned the text his mother had sent him. He growled angrily. "Go now! Get out! Right away!"
"But I thought?"
"OUT!"
She took her things, got dressed and ran out the door, confused and upset.
The lilac-haired man used the speed dial function on his phone.


Gohan was sitting in an expensive restaurant with Videl at his side. Opposite them were two gentlemen and an elderly lady in suits. Their expressions were serious and Gohan tried to cover up his tension.
"You have a lovely young lady by your side, Mr. Son."
An expected compliment.
"We are very pleased that you are finally giving up your bachelor life so that you can concentrate fully on your work."
“You are a good role model for diligence and hard work for our students. Such a person would certainly be well suited to fill the vacant professorship position at our university."
continued another.
"Well... when are you two going to get married?"
Asked the elderly lady.
“You will hardly want to continue living in a common law marriage. This does not correspond to the picture that we want to send to the outside world. Our house stands for tradition and continuity."
The young teacher swallowed. Videl took his hand and squeezed it. She tried to find his gaze.
"We haven't decided on an exact date yet, but we think spring would be nice with all the wonderful blooming..."
She was still trying to catch a sign from the man next to her. When he did not respond, she pressed her elbow into his ribs. She knew it when he was lost in his thoughts and forgot everything else around him for a short time.
"Um..."
He cleared his throat indecisively.
"I…"
Everyone looked at him expectantly as he began to sweat nervously. A ring saved him from the situation. His cell phone rumbled out of his jacket pocket. Blinking in disbelief, he reached for it and read. He got up without looking at those present and headed for the toilets. Videl smiled in embarrassment and tried not to let the mood chill too much during the conversation.
“Gohan is remarkably busy. As far as I know him, it is definitely a student in need. He has a big heart and loves what he does. I hope you overlook my... fiancé... this foible."

Apart from all that, the newly promised one called with the cell phone to his ear.
"Trunks? What is so important? Didn’t you get my message? I'm in the middle of..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. The younger one interrupted him excitedly. Gohan listened, then sighed, bowed his head and ran a hand over his neck.
"Is it really that bad? Don't you think that... Okay, yes, it’s fine. I'll come by immediately."
With a furrow of worry he looked back in the direction in which his future was about to be decided. He ran briskly to the exit while typing and sending a message for Videl.
> I'm sorry Videl, but I have to go. Urgent emergency!
> Was there a crime? Is the Great Saiyaman needed?
> No. Trunks. I have to see him.
> What? Now? > :( What should I say to the university presidents?
> I'll try to come back as soon as possible. Trunks needs me. Thanks!


Trunks was waiting for Gohan in his apartment inside the Capsule Corporation. It was his protected private place. He would never invite a casual acquaintance here. Finally, there was a knock and the half-saiyan opened the window for the other.
“I came as fast as I could. What happened, Trunks?"
His own hand ran over his face and through his hair.
“I had to see you. My parents blocked my credit card. The bores are getting back at me about the NCI thing."
"How are you now? You sounded terribly upset on the phone. Did they say something to you?"
Gohan touched his cheek and looked worriedly into the blue sapphires.
"Has Vegeta harmed you?"
Trunks put his hand on the other's.
"I’m alright. I'm just stressed about it. It annoys me that they still treat me like a little boy! As if they could tell me what to do!"
Gohan was surprised.
"That's all? Are you annoyed because you can no longer spend unlimited money? Is that why I absolutely had to come here?"
Trunks pouted his face and pulled away from him angrily.
"Isn’t this enough?! They're overreacting because of such a triviality!”
A deep breath from the older one.
"I have to relax, and you are exactly what I need now..."
Trunks continued, wrapping his arms around Gohan's waist in one fluid, challenging motion. A gulp while the dark eyes looked through the glasses at Trunks with hot cheeks.
"Trunks..."
He tried to fight back, while his body had long since decided to accept the invitation and gave him his tongue in response to the kiss, he pressed on him. His hands skilfully undid the teacher's belt and pants and he continued to distract him with his kisses. A low groan as the last resistance before he undressed and magically pulled onto the bed.
Repeated vibrations made his eyelids twitch. Did Trunks try one of his toys? Or what had woken him up? Gohan was suddenly awake and felt for his jacket on the floor.
"Crap! Videl!"
The younger man turned sleepily on the mattress on the other side and snored softly. He quickly keyed in her number and listened to the dial tone. The woman was angry, and he felt bad.
“Videl… I… I know. I’m sorry! Could you do something? Yes? What? No, he didn't ask how it went. I don't think he read my message... Please don't get so upset. Trunks is... Come on now! The way you talk one would think you really were my fiancée! He is better now. That's all that matters to me. Hm... yes... thanks, I'll see you later. Bye!"
He hung up and hit himself on the upper face with his palm. So many thoughts formed behind his forehead. Two hands grabbed him from behind and stroked his abdominal muscles. His frustration eased a little.
“What did I hear about a fiancée? Are you still dating your high school girlfriend? I thought there was nothing serious between you guys...? You can have a lot better than that!"
Gohan grinned slightly. "Does that almost sound like you're jealous?"
Trunks snorted.
"Do not make a fool of yourself! I just didn't know that you were going to marry her now. She doesn't suit you!"
Gohan smiled amused.
"And if I did? Admit that it would bother you!"
He turned around and started tickling him. Trunks struggled and both rolled across the bed in a playful fight. Vegeta's son pinned Gohan under himself and seemed to have regained his sovereignty.
"What! I don't care what you have to do with her!"
His rebellious manhood brushed the bare crotch of the other half-saiyan.
"She can't offer you what I can give you anyway!"
He rubbed against him and Gohan released a lustful sigh. Caught up, he bit his own lip and released it again. His eyes were on the haughty features of the Capsule Corporation heir.
"Videl helps me to keep Mom calm and thus the university presidents."
Trunk's eyebrows drooped seriously.
"All the masquerade just because your mom annoys you and your university got stuck in the last century? You would finally sweep the dust off their business! There is no better teacher than you! When will you finally have the balls to tell them that you have what it takes?!"
The black-haired man looked at him sincerely.
"On the day when I can tell them that I'm with the most wonderful man in the world."
The amazement was written on his face with a red sheen. He looked to the side and let go of him.
"What did your alibi girlfriend want?"
Gohan turned his gaze away from him.
“It's not that important now. Are you feeling better?"
Trunks ran a finger down his own cheek.
"I guess so…"

A knock on the door. Both listened. The teacher grabbed his things on the floor and quickly hid in the bathroom while Trunks pulled on his underpants and went to the door, which he opened immediately.
"Yes?"
he asked his mother, who was standing in front of him with Vegeta in tow.
"What's up?"
"Put something on! Your father and I have to talk to you! You can come to..."
"Tch! If you want something from me, you can spit it out right away!"
He stepped aside and nodded towards his living area. His rumpled bed could still be seen through a crack. Gohan had dressed roughly in the bathroom and was listening to them secretly. Trunks lounged on his couch, spread his arms, and crossed his legs. His parents stood in front of him with their postures crossed.
"Ok then Trunks! You want us to unblock your credit card again? We will, but this time we're making all the benefits you've had so far conditional. You will have to work for all this here! We decided to let you work in different jobs for a year. If you pass, you will get your access to the money and your apartment back. You can also decide freely what you want to do. Whether you train, want to get back to your old job or just want to laze around. You are free and we will never interfere again."
Vegeta snorted contemptuously and only turned his shoulder sideways to them.
"Just don't think that you would earn my respect by doing nothing."
Trunks looked at him briefly, bobbing his foot up and down as he returned his attention to his mother.
"All I want? And you will not butt in anywhere? No matter what I do? What's the catch? What happens if I don't feel like this year of work?"
Bulma lowered her gaze briefly and raised it again with a stern expression.
“Then from now on you have to face your life alone. You will be disinherited and lose all your property that was paid for by me or the Capsule Corporation. Including your apartment here."
Vegeta butted in.
“As far as I'm concerned, a rejection would only be an option for a coward who is an absolute good-for-nothing. Not worthy of continuing the pride of the saiyans. If you refuse, you are no longer my son and you don’t have to dare to face me again!"
“Vegeta! You can't do that…”
Bulma interjected, dismayed.
“Weaklings have no place in saiyan society! Why do you think Tarble was sent away? Father would not have borne to see such a loser defile the rank of the royal family! In addition, someone of our blood has the duty to serve our people as a good ruler and to prove themself to be the strongest of the strong! Trunks, you're just hanging around! You haven't trained properly in months! The proud saiyan race is made up of mighty warriors! Conquerors of planets! What kind of successes do you have so far? How do you show that you are worth more than your subordinates? I don't see anything with which you would have become worthy of your position! And then you are wasting your time with such a blighter!"
Trunks tensed his posture and leaned forward with a serious look.
“Gohan is no waste of time! He is a respected teacher! Just because he decided against fighting doesn't mean that..."
"Shut up Trunks! And stop defending him and your own laziness! Should you speculate that I would ever be willing to give my blessing to your connection, you are on the wrong track! I will never support someone who is too cowardly to tell me to my face that he is fucking my son instead of doing what we paid him to do! For me he really is the limit! And I'll make your life hell if you don't prove to me that, despite the dud, you still have the fighting spirit of a saiyan in you!"
Bulma's eyes were wide and she held her hand over her mouth.
“He destroys your future on a whim and pulls you down with him! You don't mean it seriously anyway!"
Trunks paused for a moment, then gathered himself together, and almost growled.
“This is our business! Save your breath to cool your porridge FATHER!"
The prince of the saiyan grinned in amusement as his son rose in a fighting stance.
"What? Do you think you can take me on? Or he can? Then come and prove it to me!"
The aura that enveloped Trunks gradually became visible and the ground began to shake slightly. His strands of hair swirled upwards with a golden glow and the irises of his blue eyes began to turn turquoise.
“Fine then! I'm going to…!"
"NO! TRUNKS!"
The sound of the familiar voice amazed the young man. His transformation stopped and the tremors disappeared. Gohan stood sideways behind him dressed in his suit and had put his hand on his shoulder.
"Please calm down."
The pureblooded saiyan stared narrowly at the two of them and smiled arrogantly.
“You see again how he makes you run away from a fight! He is a bad teacher who puts nonsense in your head and only comes out of hiding now!"
The lilac-haired man's muscles tensed again, but his lover continued to hold him.
"Vegeta!"
shouted the older half-saiyan sternly.
“It is not wise to rush into every fight in a blind rage. You of all people should know that!"
He stared at him and it was clear he was referring to the Cell games.
"I heard what you think of us and what you ask of Trunks."
His face radiated great determination and he straightened his own posture as he removed the hand that had been holding his former student this far.
“If he accepts your task, then I am ready to follow him. For a year I'll do whatever job you ask us together with Trunks. You are right that he still has a lot to learn and that I have not yet adequately fulfilled my position as a teacher. I would like to change that."
Bulma and Vegeta frowned. The prince in particular found it difficult to let go of his resentment.
“And what's all this about? What could you, Failure, teach him?!"
“What love really means. And I'll show you that to truly love someone is an even greater virtue than conquering a planet. I'll show you my skills Vegeta! And then you will let Trunks lead the life that he wishes without judging him for it!"
The saiyan started laughing out loud.
“I've never heard such nonsense! All right then! I will give you my word on it, but only if you play by my rules! I will think of something nice for you and nobody will be allowed to help you!"
Gohan was adamant.
“Whatever you ask Vegeta! Together we will persevere!"
Trunks looked back and forth between the two in astonishment and uncertainty. He did not like what kind of situation he was in and he had not wanted to involve Gohan. However, he could not back down when his lover was so committed to them. He also had enough anger in his stomach that he wanted to crush his father.
"Yes we will! I agree to your conditions! And when the year is over, you'll see!"
Bulma wasn't happy how her husband and son had argued, but she also knew it was only for his own good.
"Then it is decided. We'll be making all arrangements and waiting for you in the Capsule Corporation lobby tomorrow night. So, you have a day to deal with all your business and say goodbye to your friends."
"I'm looking forward to seeing how you milksops will collapse! I can see you crying tomorrow if you don't even dare to start the journey!"
“We'll see then, Father! I'll show you!"
returned Trunks defiantly.
"Well. See you tomorrow!"
said Bulma and left the room with the amused Vegeta.


Gohan poked around in the bowl in front of him with his chopsticks. Chichi touched his forehead with her palm, worried.
"Hm... you don't have a fever. Is everything all right with you honey?"
Gohan looked sadly at the table and sighed.
“You must have lost your appetite with excitement! You haven't said a single word about today's meeting! Did you have a fight with Videl?"
He sighed again and watched his younger brother eat. His father was probably training somewhere again and had forgotten the time.
"I'm fine."
he answered shortly and got up.
“I'm full. Thanks mom. I'm going to get some fresh air, okay?"
He didn't wait for an answer and walked out the door to Chichi's amazed look. He had hardly taken a few steps when he heard the sound of an airplane. He looked in the appropriate direction and froze full of discomfort when he saw Videl in the cockpit. Without thinking he hacked into the bushes and walked on to the little lake in which he used to fish with his father and later with Goten. He skipped stones over the water and tried only to put enough power into each throw so that they just reached the next bank. What was he getting into? How could it have come to that? Why was it so difficult for him to say what he thought and wanted himself? Why did he always try to meet everyone's expectations?
"So here you are!"
said a young voice. He felt caught and the stone shot out of his hand and broke through several rocks on the other bank. He turned around. Goten stood next to him with his hands in his pockets. The teenager smiled at his big brother in his own innocent way.
"Well, if you wanted to be alone with your girlfriend for a while, it might have been good to tell her that you were waiting here."
He sat down on the grass beside him.
“Or should I now congratulate you on your engagement. I had no idea that you had already proposed to her. If not mom, at least you could have told me. I think one needs a present to congratulate or something? Now I have nothing for you!"
Gohan sighed sadly and his younger brother blinked at him in confusion.
"Mom is just freaking out and calling everyone to tell them."
The teacher froze at the thought of her calling Capsule Corporation and narrowed his eyes to think.
'Crap! Mom will freak out if Bulma tells her about!‘
"Did I say something wrong?"
Gohan shook his head and sighed again.
"No. Not you. It's fine. You don't have to get a present."
He tried to smile and look at him. His hand caressed his black hair.
“But thank you very much, Goten, for always worrying about everyone. Just don't forget what you enjoy doing. OK?"
The smaller of the two blinked and finally nodded.
"Sure... But you don't need to worry about that. Trunks and I meet regularly to gamble. As CC’s president, he always has little time, but he never forgets me. I once asked him how it is when each of us has a girlfriend. Will we still see each other so often? He laughed and said that a girl could never stand between us and that we would remain best friends forever."
The pseudo-fiancé was about to lose himself in thought when his brother perked up and turned around.
“Oh… Videl must have known that you were waiting here for her. Well... I'll go then. Palace wanted to call me back later. She is cute. Maybe she'll be my girlfriend. See you later, Gohan."
Goten ran back to the house. Videl ignored him. Resignedly, Gohan repositioned his glasses on the bridge of his nose and stood up. Escape now seemed impossible. She had seen him and ran straight towards him.

"SON GOHAN!"
she exclaimed excitedly. The named winced and would have liked to sink into the ground. He had hoped to be able to resolve the matter with her tomorrow, while he mitigated and distracted her with some trifle. Her tone of voice left no doubt that she was pissed off at him and since he knew exactly why, he felt guilty.
“What are you thinking, letting me sit and wait like that! You wanted to contact me again after our phone call! So listen... you're in luck, because thanks to me, the university presidents are giving you another chance! So tomorrow evening in the same restaurant again! They'd like to try the evening menu after I've raved about it. Since you only have one class at 9am, that shouldn't be a problem for you! And we must also surprise them!"
"Hello Videl... surprise is probably the appropriate description..."
“Sure, I think so too! And now hold on tight! Thanks to my father's relationships, I could make a fixed date for the next spring to get married! If they know, they will stop their doubts and not deny you the position any longer! I was able to convince them that you always do your best for your students!"
Gohan began to stroke his neck nervously and could hardly look directly at his fake fiancée.
"Videl... please..."
“That means thank you, Gohan! Thanks for rescuing your ass again!"
"Yes, well, Videl... thanks for your help... but..."
“And there is also no but! And nothing to complain about! More was just not possible! It couldn't be better! I can't do all things for you! You have to ask for the professorship yourself!"
He sighed and wondered why she was making it so difficult for him.
"FINALLY LISTEN TO ME…! Please..."
The little postscript followed again meekly, while he was shocked by his own volume. At least he had her pouting, undivided attention.
“Please Videl… I'm really sorry! But I will not be able to attend the dinner nor marry you next year! I will take a year off from university and teach Trunks privately during a one-year study trip."
The blue eyes widened with open mouth.
“Are you serious Gohan? After all our toil! You're kidding me!"
He shook his head silently.
“You know he only uses you for his fun! When he's had enough of you, he'll throw you away and find a new toy until he's in trouble and you're good enough for him again! He had his chance! I have always supported you! Do I mean nothing to you?!"
His eyebrows rose in the middle in a sad look and he spontaneously took Videl in his arms.
“I am very grateful to you for everything that you have done for me so far Videl. You are my best friend, and I could always count on you. I've tried so hard in the past, but feelings cannot be forced. I know how you feel about me. As much as you wish and try to force it... I love Trunks and no matter what happens, that won't change. It may not seem like that to you, but I know very well that he feels as much as I do. He is young and has so much to learn. I believe in Trunks. I hope that I can help him and maybe I will find the courage to finally assert myself with him. It's time I stop hiding behind you. Videl, you deserve a lot more than a sham marriage. I wish you all the luck in the world."
He loosened their embrace a little, kept his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead. His gentle smile was reflected in her tearful gaze.
"Take care of yourself. I'll see you again in a year."
The young man turned and walked back towards the house. He had to tell his family about the study trip.