Welcome to Boxer & Rice

Part Four by Razorwing2k

Trunks awoke with the fire still burning inside and a hot sticky mess in his boxer shorts. The dream…

//It was so real…//

He could still feel Gohan’s heart pounding, the slick body against him… Mmm … the best part of his dream.

Other parts were funny, like seeing a Chibi Vegita. And others, just depressing.

After a moment, he remembered why he’d been depressed. Today was his departure.

He grunted and turned over to look at the clock. 2:05 flashed red at him.

He groaned and pulled the blankets off.

//Need to wash off…//

He stumbled out of the door and into the bathroom next door. Off the shelf he grabbed a half-towel and stripped the shorts off. He dropped into the tub and ran the warm water. He dipped deep into the pooling water, closing his eyes and letting the warmth overcome him.

Not more than 10 minutes later, Trunks decided that before he fell asleep in the bathtub, he should get up.

The cold air hit him, causing goosebumps to cover his bare skin. He grabbed a towel and his boxers.

Wrapped up in the towel, he went back in to his bedroom and tossed the trunks at the corner. They landed on a backpack full of his belongings, gifts others had given him.

He heard a noise at the window. He bolted over there and snapped open the blinds.

No one.

…This seemed oddly familiar.

His shoulders shrugged and he returned to the bed, throwing off the dirty blankets. He slipped back under the top covers, hoping for another sweet dream.

***

After storing incriminating evidence of his dream deep in the confines of his backpack, Trunks slung it over his shoulder and walked outside. He met up with his mother, and walked with her to the hangar.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay longer?” Bulma coaxed gently to her teenaged son. Tears welled in her eyes at seeing his departure near.

“I can’t stay… I’m sorry.” His azure eyes drifted to the skies above the capsule home, avoiding his mother’s identical ones. A familiar black blur caught his gaze.

And then, he remembered his dream.

//Could it possibly be?//

He had to know.

“I uh.. forgot something, Mom. Be right back!” Trunks stammered, dropping his pack, and running back to the house.

Gohan watched from the roof as Trunks disappeared from sight. He groaned to himself. Prolonged was his joy at seeing his plan work.

He let his head drop to the ledge from where he rested, half laying on the roof. He didn’t hear the footsteps as they drew closer.

Trunks’ cheeks flushed a soft rose color at the teenage Gohan laying before him, bent slightly at the waist.

“Gohan…?”

Gohan froze. Slowly, achingly, he lifted his head.

//Caught!//

“What are you doing on the roof?”

“What roof?” //Play dumb, old boy, you can work your way out of this…//

“Oh come on, Gohan.”

//On the other hand…//

Trunks knelt by him, concern showing in his eyes.

Gohan blushed despairingly. He was so doomed.

And Trunks slowly placed his hand on Gohan’s knee and leaned forward. His lips brushed Gohan’s forehead, then his forehead replaced their touch.

“I really don’t want to leave Gohan, but why didn’t you say ‘goodbye’?” Trunks whispered

“I thought you had to leave as soon as possible, Trunks.” Gohan uneasily scooted away.

Trunks sighed. Maybe his dream was just a dream and nothing more.

“I want to stay, Gohan. But… the people in my time need me.”

“I… I understand…” Gohan felt a sudden pain in his chest. He’d forgotten about the people in Trunks’ time that depended on him. But, no one could blame him.

Trunks forced a smile, and stood. “No one will know you’re on the roof. I’ll see you sometime, Gohan.”

He started to step off the roof, then Gohan grabbed his hand. “No! You can’t leave!!”

Trunks paused. //This is it!!// “And why not?”

He could see the strain in Gohan’s face, his mind (his heart?) aching him, fighting something. “Because I poured sugar in the gas tanks and killed the machine.”

//HE DID WHAT?!//

“Gohan!? Why the hell would you do that! My mother will KILL you!”

Gohan looked down and mumbled something.

//Come on, say it…//

Trunks took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He was well aware that they were both in clear view of his mother who waited by the machine. “Louder.”

“I… don’t want you to leave…”

//SAY IT!//

“Is that all?”

Gohan nodded briskly. Trunks suppressed a sigh.

“Well, looks like I’ll be here a while now, thanks to your prank. But, I guess you’ll have a few weeks to figure out exactly what you wanted to tell me.”