Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

It was a good thing that, just as Trunks had said, all contestants were wearing some sort of ridiculous underwear, so he didn’t feel embarrassed or out of place. The teens found a corner to store their things and settled there claiming it as theirs.

Trunks had pushed a chair up to Gohan’s and started brushing his hair. They wanted to tie it up so it wouldn’t cover Gohan’s back muscles.

Gohan’s hair was quite wiry to the touch like all Saiyan hair. It was less stubbly than Goku’s, a pureblood’s, but still felt quite prickly. Trunks was brushing carefully, making sure not to break the hairbrush. It was the first time anyone else but mom had touched Gohan’s hair. His scalp felt pleasant but instead of making him relax, Trunks’ touch made him tense, the warmth from the other teen’s hands spreading down his scalp to his shoulders and then to the rest of his body.