Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

Gohan was almost ready to go on stage but for minor adjustments of oiling. The finishing touches on his abdomen made him realize that Trunks oiling and massaging him would probably end together with this silly contest. That would really be a pity.

The look of mild confusion and embarrassment on Trunks’ face suddenly made Gohan understand that his selfish thoughts had led to his ridiculously yellow underwear becoming tighter. That, in turn, made him blush furiously.

“Uh, it’s alright,” Trunks said seeing how uncomfortable the other teenager had become due to the unruly erection. “Mm… Think of Piccolo in a skirt.”

“Huh? What? Piccolo in a skirt? Really? Eww!”

“Or maybe Yamcha in high heels? Vegeta in a bikini?”

“Hmm… This is kind of working. Is Vegeta’s bikini pink?”

“You bet.”

“How freaky.”