Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

It felt surreal to have Gohan in his bed, the same bed in which Trunks had spent over two years fantasizing about him. What was more surreal was that Gohan was on top of him, straddling him and was being as eager as it gets. The reality was, however, that Gohan was an awfully inexperienced kisser. Well, with a lack of people around him while growing up, Trunks wasn’t an expert either. He had had a few attempts with one girl in the past but it hadn’t worked out at all; and a few years later she had been killed by androids.

“I think this is more or less how it’s done,” Trunks said letting go of Gohan’s hair after a particularly long kiss.

“Feels nice,” Gohan agreed. With a sigh, he laid his head on Trunks’ chest. He felt overwhelmed. His mind and heart were racing. “So tell me about the ritual,” he demanded again.

“Nope.”

Alarm rang in Gohan’s head. “But I thought we had agreed?”

“No, it was just you talking and deciding on your own.”

“Do you really want to die and make me the most miserable person on the planet?”
Trunks groaned. “That’s not fair.”

“And think about those androids. We’ve still got to fight them.”

“They’ve probably been taken care of by Vegeta and Goku.”

“Maybe. Or maybe not? Maybe they’re already dead? What if I get out there alone, fight them and they kill me as well?”

“I never knew you could be so cunning!”

“Liar.”

“Well, okay, I knew. I do see your point but…”

“I also know that you’d give me half of your life as well.”

“I’d die for you but…”

“Then it’s decided. Tell me about the ritual.”

“You’re unbelievable.”