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Forward	By : beccapenguin Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
A/N: I didn't reread the final edit, so hopefully it all makes sense and there's no mistakes. There's some adult content near the end.

This is the alternate ending. It takes place immediately after the epilogue. Originally, when I first started writing this story--long before I ever started posting it on sites--I had intended to write the story up until the epilogue, and then create a "Part 2 series". I'll explain more afterwards, but the Part 2 series would eventually end something like this.
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Had it all been just a dream?
Gohan found himself surrounded in a white light. He thought he had seen them--Piccolo, Krillin, his own father, all of them. But that was impossible--they were dead. He thought he had imagined the Other World, but now he was in neither that world, nor the world he was used to. He was stuck in some sort of limbo.
It had to have been a dream.
But when did the dream start, and when did it end?
It's time to go back.
Gohan blinked in confusion. A voice seemed to have come somewhere from the void, speaking to him. Gohan looked around, finding no one.
"Time to go back? Time to go back where?"
Everyone's waiting for you.
The voice sounded so familiar.
"Dad?"
You have to go back to the real world now.
Gohan felt an indescribable fear settle into his heart. He shook his head to himself.
"I can't. I failed them--I failed them all. Everyone died and I couldn't protect them. There's nothing to return to--its all been destroyed."
Gohan--shouldn't you have more faith than that?
Somewhere in the void, a figure appeared to him, holding out an outstretched hand. Despite his apprehension, Gohan found himself running toward the figure.
"Dad!"
Gohan sat up, gasping.
"Welcome back, Gohan."
Gohan turned, face to face with his grinning father. Had this all been fake? Gohan looked down, noticing his missing arm. No, it wasn't fake--but that didn't explain his memories of the afterlife, much less did it explain his father being alive.
Suddenly, he was tackled by a body. Gohan looked over, coming face to face with his sobbing mother. Her face had aged considerably from what he had remembered.
Time had passed since he lost his arm. The afterlife hadn't been fake after all. He had died, but now both he and his father were brought back to life.
Gohan looked around him. He was shocked at the sight before him.
"Piccolo! Krillin!"
Sure enough, his former mentor and his father's best friend were both there. But that wasn't all--all of the Z-Fighters were there. Gohan felt his eyes began to prickle with tears--they were all back. But how?
Standing in the back, almost out of sight, was a young man who was almost around his age. The young man had long, lavender colored hair, and piercing blue eyes. He was fit, with tan skin, and a few faint scars that indicated experience in battle. At first, he was unfamiliar--but as Gohan looked at him, it finally began to make sense.
"Trunks."
Trunks nodded.
"Welcome back, Gohan."
"How long have we been gone?"
"Well, your father has been gone for so long that I've lost count--but he came before you with special permission. But you've been gone for... eight years? No, perhaps longer than that..."
Chichi parked the flying car in front of their old home. Goku and Chichi climbed out first, Chichi immediately attaching herself to Goku's arm. Gohan's eyes softened at the sight of his parents standing in front of the house he grew up in. It was almost like nothing had changed.
Chichi put the car back in the capsule and brought them both inside the house, talking excitedly about all the things they had missed and talking about the big dinner she was planning on making. Gohan only listened to half of it. He looked around the house, dazed. He was surprised by the things that had changed, and equally surprised by the things that hadn't.
He glanced over at his father. The man didn't seem fazed at all. He laughed, and it was like he had never died at all. When Gohan thought about it, Goku had died before the androids had appeared. He didn't have to witness the utter destruction that occurred for years afterward. So to him, this was exactly what the world was like when he died--minus some cosmetic changes.
As for Gohan, his mind was still reeling. He was expecting the world to have been destroyed after he died.
Gohan started wandering around the house, his parents' voices disappearing into the background. He opened the door to his old bedroom. He blinked in surprise.
Nothing had changed.
His room was exactly how he remembered it. Not a single piece of furniture had been moved and everything was kept just as neat as it was.
"Gohan?"
Chichi entered the room, looking concerned. Gohan took a look around the room, his expression softening. Had she really kept it up this entire time?
"Mom," he said, looking at her. All of the arguments, all of the kept distance--it all seemed so silly now. Gohan could tell by her expression that she felt the same way.
"What can I say? Sometimes its just really difficult to get rid of things," she said quietly.
West City looked brand new. If the buildings hadn't been shaped so differently, Gohan would have guessed that the androids had never touched it. They even rebuilt the shopping district.
"Watch where you're going!" a driver heckled when he was crossing the street.
People out and about, talking out loud, even confronting each other--Gohan shook his head to himself in disbelief. That was the weirdest part. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen West City so busy.
He was walking down a sidewalk when he noticed a shadow from above. He looked up, catching a falling piece of cement before it fell on a few passerbys.
Well, maybe they were still fixing a few things.
Gohan set it down on the ground--half of the passerbys were in shock that this random stranger had caught a flying piece of cement with one arm, when it would normally knock out a man. The other half were just grateful that he did.
"Hey! What did I say about blocking off the sidewalk?" a stern voice shouted.
Gohan looked up and saw two figures arguing--one of which was definitely recognizable.
"Trunks!"
Trunks stopped chewing out the construction worker long enough to look. He jumped in surprise when he recognized the figure waving at him.
Gohan reached into his pocket, pulling out a capsule.
"I have a delivery!"
"Wouldn't it have been faster to fly here?" Trunks asked, walking with Gohan through the front entrance of Capsule Corp. Gohan noticed that they didn't have to enter in a code--the doors were unlocked. Gohan shrugged.
"I wanted to see the city," he answered. "Besides, I was in no hurry."
The phrase felt strange to Gohan even as he said it--only because it was true. He wasn't racing around like he used to. The world was at peace--he didn't have to hurry to do anything anymore. His gaze lowered at the thought. Things were really different now.
"What did you want to give me?" Trunks asked.
"Its for your mom, actually."
Gohan looked around the inside. While the Son household had been frozen in time, Capsule Corp. was completely different. The windows were no longer barred off--it was bright and clean. It even had a different smell.
And it had gone back to what it was--a business. Several researchers were roaming the halls. The sounds of sliding doors whooshing open was heard from every corner--along with phone calls, clicking computers, and more. Gohan could barely suppress his awe.
Gohan stopped by a window that showed into one of the labs. A large machine sat in the middle of the room. Trunks stopped when he realized that Gohan wasn't following him.
"Its just a display now," Trunks explained. "We took out all of the parts that made it functionable--Mom was afraid that someone might abuse it."
The time machine. Gohan didn't get the whole story, but Chichi had explained the gist of it all. Gohan turned to follow Trunks, giving one last look at the time machine.
Written in marker on the side of the machine was: "Hope!!"
A man in a suit stopped Trunks and Gohan in the middle of the hallway.
"Mr. Briefs, I need you to sign these forms."
"What is it?"
"Forms from the contractors who wanted to renovate the stadium."
"No way," Trunks said, frowning. "I told them already--we invested too much in their stadium. Its good enough to open and that should be enough. They don't need any of these crazy renovations--they're just being greedy at this point--"
"Sorry sir, I guess George told them to send the papers--"
"Well George doesn't own this company," Trunks cut in. When the man didn't budge, Trunks sighed heavily. "Put it on my desk along with the phone number from the contractor--I'll go over it later. And remind George that he has some vacation days saved up."
"Right," the man said, disappearing. Trunks rolled his eyes when he was out of sight. Gohan just raised his eyebrows, impressed.
Yeah, things had definitely changed.
"So you're the one who rebuilt West City," he commented.
"Rebuilding, yes. And I'm just a small part of it. Capsule Corporation was the only company that managed to stay somewhat afloat during the war with the androids--thanks to the paybacks that Mom got for the weaponry prototypes that she sold. Its only proper that we use our affluence to help fix the city."
"Right," Gohan said, nodding. He felt like he was standing in the presence of a different person--someone who was confident and sure of himself, someone level-headed and wise. He knew it was only natural--it had been about eight years. Trunks had grown up, not to mention he had accomplished so much.
It was just a lot to take in.
They arrived in a lab where Bulma was welding a few hunks of metal together. Gohan wasn't even sure what it was. Trunks caught her attention, and she lifted off her welder's mask--locking eyes with Gohan almost immediately.
"Gohan! You're finally back!"
It was the first time he had been at West City since he was resurrected. Bulma immediately grabbed Gohan into a bear hug.
"Here--Mom said something about you wanting to look at her old car?"
"Well actually, I'll be keeping this one," she said, taking the capsule. She handed a different capsule to Gohan, adding a wink. "I'll trade you for the newer model as compensation."
Gohan smiled, knowing his mom would be excited.
"Its been awhile, huh?" the blue-haired woman said with a long sigh. "Don't be a stranger, okay? Visit us lots."
"Sure, of course."
"Oh, Trunks!" she exclaimed suddenly, her face lighting up. "You should show him the new gravity room."
"Isn't Dad in there?" Trunks said, eyeing her wearily.
"Just kick him out."
"Not gonna happen," Trunks said, rolling his eyes. "He's probably fused with the walls of that place by now. I'm not close enough with him yet to tell him what to do." When Bulma frowned at him, Trunks argued, "You do it. He only ever talks to you anyways."
"Okay, fine," she said with a huff, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She left the room.
"I'm not following her," Trunks said when she left.
"So Vegeta has been staying here?"
"Yeah. I'll admit that its been a lot easier getting along with him than it was in the past timeline--he seems to have at least some respect for me in this one. But its going to take a long time to rebuild that relationship."
The past timeline. So Trunks had met his father in the past, and they eventually got along. Gohan had to admit, all of the times Trunks had asked about his father when he was a child, he had always bent the truth a little bit to make Vegeta appear better than he was. He never expected the two would get along.
"That's a shame. I wanted to see."
"Its just bigger now and the controls are back," Trunks said, shrugging.
"Well, I was moreso talking about you," Gohan said. Trunks looked at him, confused. "You defeated the androids, right? I want to see how much stronger you've gotten."
Trunks looked at him, a bit taken aback. He closed his eyes for a moment before nodding.
"Alright. Let's go outside."
"Its... been awhile," Trunks said as they reached the top of a cliff. The precipice looked over an area of wastelands--it was the perfect place.
"No need to get shy."
"Well, it has," Trunks argued.
"You don't need to tell me," Gohan said with a shrug. "I've been sitting out for eight years."
"Right," Trunks said, sounding as if he had forgotten. He ignited his Super Saiyan form, which alone impressed Gohan. He knew that there was no way Trunks could have defeated the androids without becoming a Super Saiyan, and knew that his old friend had to have developed the technique.
But still, to see that the other demi had finally accomplished what he had sought to do for so long...
Gohan stopped and reminded himself that Trunks hadn't even gotten started.
Trunks stood at the edge of the cliff, his ki beginning to rise. He pinpointed an area in the distance that was free of any obstacles. He breathed in deeply, his ki gathering. Gohan couldn't even bring himself to blink, completely aware of how much ki Trunks was holding and how quickly he had gathered it all.
With a short cry, Trunks shot the blast over the edge. The ki blast went for miles, almost faster than Gohan could see, and the impact was tremendous.
Trunks took a step back. Gohan let out a low whistle.
"Wow. Looks like I have a lot of catching up to do."
Trunks chose not to mention that it was just a fraction of what he was capable of. He let his Super Saiyan form deactivate, his hair fading back to lavender.
"No need," Trunks said. "The city is at peace now."
"Right," Gohan said, rubbing the back of his neck. It was strange how he kept forgetting that part.
"So what are you going to do?" Trunks said, looking at him. Gohan blinked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the world is free of the androids now," Trunks said, idly kicking at the dirt. "What are your plans for the future?"
That's right, Gohan reminded himself. Now that the androids were gone, he could do whatever he wanted. All of the dreams he had wanted to pursue but never could, all of the places he wanted to go to but never had the time... the world was an open book now.
"I... guess I don't know," Gohan admitted. A sinking feeling entered his chest as he said it.
He had waited for this for so long. So why did freedom feel so daunting?
"Haa!"
Gohan cried out as he fired several ki blasts in the same direction. His eyes travelled, watching carefully as a blur of color sped past, dodging every blast. But he was leading his opponent exactly where he wanted him.
Gohan ran to confront his foe, preparing a roundhouse kick, when suddenly something interrupted him.
Time out.
Gohan stopped himself short as the thought--or words, really--penetrated his mind. His foot stopped just inches before Piccolo's face.
"Time out?" Gohan questioned.
"Yeah, time out," the Namekian insisted, scowling. Gohan lowered his leg.
"Tired?" Gohan said, a teasing tone to his voice.
"Sorry for being out of the game longer than you have," Piccolo said sarcastically, taking a seat near the edge of the lookout. Gohan sighed to himself--maybe he'd harass his dad later. Goku's sparring participation lasted a little longer.
The dark-haired man took a seat next to his former mentor, staring at the clouds.
"Something on your mind?"
"What makes you say that?" Gohan didn't even put in the effort to lie--he knew that Piccolo could see right through him.
"Because you're training like you're preparing for something," Piccolo said, frowning. Gohan didn't say anything. The two sat in silence for awhile before Piccolo spoke up, "I'm going to retire."
"Retire?" Gohan said, blinking.
"From a warrior's life," Piccolo elaborated. "I'm just going to stay up here, on the lookout, with Kami. Being dead for so long made me realize that the afterlife is pretty boring--and that there's no point in chasing after an early death."
Gohan didn't say anything, but he knew what Piccolo was trying to tell him. Piccolo sensed that Gohan was at an understanding but kept talking anyways.
"You should think about what you want to do next."
"There isn't anything," Gohan replied quickly, his gaze lowering as the words sunk in. His face was expressionless, but Piccolo wasn't fooled--he knew his old student wasn't feeling the greatest since his resurrection.
"Go back to where you started," was Piccolo's advice. Gohan shook his head to himself.
"I've been fighting for as long as I can remember. Its hard."
"I know," Piccolo said, reflecting on his own life. "I know."
He tossed and turned in bed until his nightmare finally woke him up. He sat up in bed with a jolt, panting heavily.
Gohan got out of bed, passing by his parents' bedroom. He sensed Goku's ki on the other side. His father was alive--proof that time had passed and the world was at peace. The dream was just a reminder of the past.
He sighed to himself heavily, walking out into the living room. His eyes found a clock. 5:17 a.m.
Way too early, Gohan thought with a sigh.
He headed out to the lake near his home, skipping rocks across the surface. He could make it across the entire lake--if that meant anything. Whenever he stopped to think, he was reminded of his nightmares, so he settled for not thinking at all.
When the sun had finally risen, he reluctantly turned back toward the house. He caught sounds coming from inside--noises he almost didn't recognize. He walked in, sensing his mother in the kitchen. Pots and pans were clinging and clanking but those weren't the sounds he was looking for.
It was coming from the radio.
Gohan looked at the machine in surprise as it sang.
He couldn't remember the last time he had heard music on the radio.
Sitting next to the radio was a newspaper. Gohan picked it up, staring at the front page.
South City's Culture Fair Garners Record-Breaking 13,000 Attendees.
Gohan stared at it for a moment. An idea slowly formed in his head.
"Eek!"
Gohan jumped in surprise at the squeal, quickly running out into the living room. It was too late--his mother was already on the floor, her bag of groceries spilled out on the floor.
"Sorry, Mom," he apologized, helping her up. "I didn't sense you. I'll have this all picked up in a second."
Chichi eyed her living room wearily--starting from the box she tripped over to the ones that were scattered all across the room--just seeing the mess gave her a headache.
"Gohan, we need to organize this," she said with a heavy sigh. "You can't keep leaving this stuff around."
"Sorry," he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. "Its all essential to the anthology."
"Right," she said tightly. "The anthology."
Goku stopped short of the door, carrying the rest of the bags in his arms.
"What happened here?" he asked, eying the apples rolling across the floor.
"The anthology," Chichi explained. She looked at her husband, her expression asking for support. He just eyed her back with a clueless look. "Gohan's been leaving his stuff all over the house."
Goku just blinked, unsure of what his wife wanted him to say.
"Yeah, maybe we should get you your own place," Goku decided on.
"Goku!" Chichi hissed--clearly he had said the wrong thing.
"I'm just gonna put these away," Goku said, heading toward the kitchen. He was going to avoid this conversation. Chichi sighed heavily, turning back to Gohan.
"Honey, I'm really happy you found something to preoccupy your time..." Chichi stopped when Gohan handed her the bag of groceries she had dropped. She sighed again, taking the bag. "But don't you think this is a little extreme?"
"Who else is going to write about the androids?" Gohan asked. "They should be teaching this stuff in history books."
"I know," Chichi said, though her expression was worried.
"And I was there for it," Gohan added. He made a sweeping gesture across the room. "Half of these articles are written by people who never even saw the androids."
"Yeah, I know..." Chichi said, her voice trailing off. Gohan saw the concern in her eyes and frowned.
"Maybe I should start looking for my own place."
"Gohan--"Chichi started to argue but Gohan talked over her.
"I've been thinking it over for awhile now. Its been nice living with my parents again but I was living pretty independently before I... well, died."
Goku chose this time to come back into the living room, grabbing the bag of groceries out of Chichi's arms. Chichi turned towards him.
"Goku, Gohan wants to move out."
"That is... that is a good thing, right?" Goku guessed. Chichi frowned.
"No, Goku, this is not good," Chichi turned back to her son. Goku eyed him over Chichi's shoulder, shrugging apologetically. "Gohan, you just came back home. I don’t think its even been two months. You're not ready for the real world yet."
"Mom, I know you're worried about me, but I'm fine."
"No, you're not fine," Chichi argued, her voice cracking. "You were dead for eight years and now you're working on this project concerning the people that killed you--"
"I was dead for more than eight years--"
"Goku, you're not helping," Chichi snapped, not even bothering to look at him as she yelled it. Gohan placed his hands on his mother's shaking shoulders.
"Mom, I'm fine. I'm here now."
Chichi's face turned bright red and her eyes seemed to glisten, but she kept her mouth shut and quickly ran into the kitchen. Gohan rolled his eyes. It was hopeless.
"So where do you want to move?" Goku asked when she was out of earshot.
Gohan eyed the pictures carefully, comparing his options.
"I need a big house but I don't think I'll need all these rooms," Gohan said, blinking. "Its just going to be me, after all."
"Well, it not always going to be like that... right?" Chichi said, eyeing her son worriedly. Gohan knew what his mother was trying to imply and chose not to comment. The last thing on his mind was starting a family.
"You know, I bet you and I could probably make a house," Goku suggested. Gohan didn't say anything, stepping away from the flyers posted on the real estate agency.
"Maybe this was the wrong place to come to. I don't really want a house in the city," Gohan said, eyeing the crowded buildings and busy streets. His mother placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You have time," she told him.
The three wandered West City's shopping district--his mother had to pick some things up--and Gohan started spotting Capsule Corp. logos everywhere. On an electronic billboard, the new special edition capsule was introduced. In the same advertisement, a commercial of an attractive couple and their new hovercar--identical to his mother's--was shown.
In the window of an electronics store was a news report concerning Capsule Corp.'s new business partnerships. A brief clip showed Bulma--dressed the best that Gohan had seen her in years--shaking hands with an important man that Gohan didn't recognize her. Standing behind her was Trunks.
Gohan stared blankly as Trunks also shook hands with the line of equally importantly-dressed men and women, watching carefully as Trunks and his mother took their places in line and took pictures with the press. Broad smiles crossed their faces with the exception of Trunks, whose smile was a little more subtle and a tiny bit mysterious. Gohan only tore his gaze away when the televisions cut to something else.
"Gohan?"
Gohan jumped at the sound of his name, turning around. If he had been dressed in a suit, Gohan would have guessed that Trunks had jumped right out of the TV, but the young man was dressed a lot more casually. Gohan cocked his head to the side when he saw the hat, finding it odd.
"Yeah, I know, it looks silly," Trunks said, when he saw Gohan staring. "But when your face is plastered all over the city, the last thing you want is to be recognized."
As if to emphasize his point, Trunks put the pair of sunglasses he was holding back on. Gohan nodded.
"What are you doing out in West City?"
"I, uh--"Gohan stopped, his parents' faces nowhere in the crowd. He sensed their ki far away--they must not have noticed that he had stopped following them. "Shopping, I guess."
Gohan could see Trunks eying him curiously through the tinted lenses.
"You?"
"I have off for once." Trunks paused. "So nothing, I guess."
An uncomfortable silence passed between them. Finally, Trunks spoke up.
"Want to tour New West City?"
"Sure," Gohan replied.
His mouth felt dry as he said it.
Gohan wondered once, and only briefly, what his parents were doing. After that, he stopped thinking about them entirely.
Night had fallen. After hours of roaming around the city, Gohan followed Trunks to their next destination. He flew closely behind him, eventually landing next to him on a rooftop.
Gohan ignored the cool night winds, taking his place next to Trunks at the edge of the building. Gohan's eyebrows rose, impressed. The city nightlife hadn't quit and seemed to glow golden in the middle of the night. It was a uniquely gorgeous sight--Gohan had never seen a city like it.
Trunks pointed to a tall tower in the middle of it all.
"You see the top of that building? That thing was a bitch to line up right."
Gohan nodded, remembering that Trunks had helped with the city's construction.
"Did you build most of these buildings yourself?"
"Kinda," Trunks responded. "It was mostly the crew--but having someone who moves faster than the average worker does speed up construction."
Gohan thought about his father's suggestion of building a house. Suddenly it didn't seem like a bad idea.
"I'm surprised it didn't end up crooked," Gohan teased.
"Maybe if you had done it..."
Gohan laughed--and the sound felt foreign, even to him, but it was genuine. Gohan couldn't remember the last time he had truly laughed. He looked over and caught Trunks staring at him.
"What?"
"Nothing," Trunks said, shaking his head to himself. There was a small smile on his face. "I was just thinking. Things really haven't changed, huh?"
Gohan looked at Trunks and the big city behind him, the flashing lights of the lively city taking place of stars in the night sky. Gohan shook his head to himself.
"I beg to differ."
He had been so entertained in his time with Trunks that he almost had forgotten the feeling he had been carrying with him before that day. It was a heavy, sinking feeling, and he felt it ever since he had been resurrected--possibly longer.
Gohan took a seat on the edge of the building, gazing past the city and off into space. Trunks joined him and they sat like that for awhile, in silence, greeted only by the rooftop winds.
"I missed you."
Gohan looked up at Trunks, expecting him to be looking back, but even though he had been the one to break the silence, Trunks was still staring off into the distance.
"I wasn't sure if I'd ever see you again."
Gohan let Trunks' words settle in.
"Yeah, neither did I," Gohan finally spoke up.
"Why have you been avoiding me?"
"I was avoiding you?" Gohan asked. They locked eyes, and in that moment, Gohan answered his own question. Trunks knew that he knew it too. "I don't know, I just--"
"I knew things wouldn't be the same--seeing you again, that is. But I didn't think it would be this difficult," Trunks cut in, frowning. "The night before you died, I told you that I loved you. You said you loved me too. Lately, though, I barely see you. What am I to you? Are you mad at me?"
"That's not it--"Gohan started but Trunks didn't believe it.
"Then what is?" he asked, irritated.
"Its me. This is all too surreal. The androids are dead. I'm alive. My father is alive. It just... it all seems false. I keep waiting for the day where the androids come back--or something worse. Everyone keeps telling me to relax but I can't--"Gohan stopped mid-sentence, realizing that he was ranting, and started over. "Look, I lost everything to the androids. My family. My friends. My mentors. Even my life. I shouldered a responsibility to all of them and the people of Earth. And now, suddenly, that burden and that pain that I've been shouldering for most of my life has suddenly been lifted. I just... I want to, but I can't. I can't feel at peace."
Trunks was quiet as he listened. He thought that once Gohan came back, he would be happy. Gohan seemed to read his thoughts and continued:
"Don't get me wrong Trunks. I'm so thankful that they're dead. And I'm so proud of you that it's insane. You saved the world. You saved me. But I just need some time to readjust. I'm not used to living with no purpose."
"Alright," Trunks said, satisfied with his answer. He felt Gohan's warm hand on his shoulder.
"I will never be mad at you--and I still love you," he said. Trunks' face became warm. He looked up, his blue eyes locking with Gohan's onyx ones.
Gohan leaned in for a kiss--his lips just barely brushing against the other's. Trunks' whole body seemed to heat up at the contact but he wasn't satisfied with just any small kiss. Trunks grabbed at Gohan's collar, pushing their lips together, as Gohan opened his mouth.
Trunks tasted Gohan, as the older Saiyan gripped the edge of the building--considering he could fly, he wasn't worried about falling, but he felt like he needed something to keep himself grounded.
When they parted, and Gohan felt his heart racing and his skin flushed, it finally seemed to sink in what he had truly been missing in all these years that had gone by--and it wasn't fancy new shopping districts and music on the radio.
"We should go somewhere else," Trunks breathed. "My place isn't too far from here."
Gohan watched as Trunks moved off the edge of the building and took off, flying. Gohan stared for a moment.
"You have your own house?"
It wasn't a house, it was more like a fancy apartment loft. Gohan didn't make it far past climbing into the window before he was pounced on, so he didn't exactly have a chance to get a good look at the place.
He did know the place was huge. After Trunks was finished biting on his lip, he led him into his bedroom. Gohan caught a glimpse of the spacious room before Trunks had him pushed against the door, feeling for his erection. Gohan groaned underneath the touch, placing another heated kiss on Trunks' lips.
Trunks pulled off his jacket and Gohan slipped his hand underneath Trunks' shirt, feeling the heated skin and the hard muscles that had developed while he was gone.
"Jeez," Gohan whispered, chuckling. "I barely recognize you. You've really changed."
"Is that bad?" Trunks asked, pulling off his shirt so it was out of the way. Gohan eyed the other's eight-pack briefly.
"No."
Trunks threw the shirt off to the side, and Gohan swooped in to kiss his neck. Trunks moaned. His body may have changed, but it seemed to Gohan that the other's sensitive spots were the same even through all these lost years.
Trunks hurriedly tugged at Gohan's sash, loosening the gi that he still wore. The dark haired warrior slipped out of uniform, and Trunks ran his hands down the man's chest--admiring his muscles.
"And you're exactly how I remember you."
"Is that bad?" Gohan said, echoing Trunks' words from earlier.
"Definitely not."
Before Gohan could reach for Trunks' belt, the younger man ducked down, getting on his knees--his face level with Gohan's erection. Gohan stifled his moan when he felt the other's hand on him--but it was only for a moment. Trunks soon took Gohan into his mouth.
If Gohan hadn't already experienced the afterlife, he would've thought that Trunks' mouth felt like heaven. He now knew that what was happening at that moment was much, much better. It had never occurred to Gohan how something as simple as a blowjob would be among the things he had missed.
It felt way too good. The way Trunks moved skillfully around him, remembering which ways to make Gohan moan but without the hesitance and nerves of his youth, was nearly enough to finish Gohan off. But neither party wanted that.
When Trunks pulled off of him, Gohan had to remind himself that there were better things in store when they moved to the bed. Trunks took off the remainder of his clothes before joining Gohan. As he did, Gohan finally got a good look at Trunks, noticing a healed, but still dark, scar on his chest. Trunks caught him looking.
"Long story."
"Past or present timeline?"
"'Long story' is code word for 'not now'. Unless you'd rather stop what we're doing and talk about me getting drilled in the chest..."
Gohan's eyebrows rose.
"You got drilled in the chest?"
"Like I said--long story."
Trunks prevented Gohan from saying anything further by kissing him again. It didn’t take long for Gohan to forget about the scar, forget about catching up on the little details, forget about everything. Every searing kiss had him drunk with passion, and everything else just seemed to blur away.
Trunks pulled away just long enough to grab something out of the dresser. When he came back, he kneeled next to Gohan--kissing him deeply once again. When Trunks' hand moved on him, slick with lubricant, Gohan predicted what was going to happen next.
Gohan put the lubricant on his fingers, reached behind Trunks and feeling for his entrance. He inserted a digit and Trunks tensed up underneath his touch. The two locked eyes and Trunks noticed Gohan's concerned expression.
"...Sorry, as I'm sure you know, its been awhile."
Gohan eyed him strangely.
"You mean you've never--"
"No--not with someone else, that is," Trunks said, cutting him off. Had it been eight years ago, the idea of Trunks sleeping with someone else would have broken Gohan's heart. But knowing that Trunks hadn't been with anyone in all the years that he was gone seemed to hurt him just the same.
"Trunks, just so you know, I wouldn't have blamed you if you did--"
"I know," Trunks interrupted again, closing his eyes. "It wasn't you, it was me. I just couldn't do it. Besides, I was a little, well... preoccupied."
"Right," Gohan said, frowning.
Trunks’ hands roamed through Gohan’s hair, kissing him deeply and sucking on Gohan’s bottom lip in a way that he knew would make him moan. It was all the encouragement Gohan needed, and he worked a second finger in.
Once Trunks had relaxed and the intrusion had him moaning, he pulled off of Gohan and laid down, arranging Gohan so the older was on top of him. It wasn't until that moment that Gohan realized how fast things were going. A part of him rationalized that there was no way that Trunks' body was fully prepared after just a few minutes of foreplay.
"Don't you want to--"
"No, its fine," Trunks interrupted. He had waited too long for this--eight plus years, precisely.
Gohan trusted Trunks' opinion so he pushed inside. Trunks winced at the intrusion but didn't voice any complaints. Gohan clenched his jaw--the only thing stopping his face from going slack with pleasure, though his gaze was practically melting--as he pushed into Trunks all the way.
It wasn't until Gohan was fully buried that Trunks breathed. It had been so long that Trunks had expected a lot worse--but maybe it was his excitement, or maybe even the fact that he was trained to withstand almost any pain, that led him to feel only a mild discomfort at worst.
Having only one arm, Gohan chose to stay on his knees to keep him balanced and use his hand to rest on Trunks’ hip to guide him. The position did allow for a good view--he could see himself fully buried inside of Trunks, and Trunks’ arched back and panting expression was highly erotic.
The first movements were slow--both of them had to feel each other out, readjust, and even though the feeling was still familiar, it still felt like they were doing it for the first time. Still, the feeling of being filled with Gohan’s warm heat had Trunks shivering, and every time Gohan pushed in, his toes curled.
“You can go faster.”
The heedy request sent shivers down Gohan's spine, and he was more than happy to oblige. And as the speed picked up, the pleasure soared. Gohan took in every moan, every gasp, and savored the feeling of every thrust.
Trunks pulled Gohan closer to him--wrapping his arms tightly around Gohan's as Gohan thrust into him.
"I've waited so long for this--but I never thought it would happen," Trunks confessed.
"Same," Gohan panted, capturing Trunks lips into another searing kiss.
Gohan managed to support himself on one arm in the new position, continuing to thrust into Trunks body. With a loud groan, Trunks' body clenched for a brief second, and Gohan knew he was doing something right.
"Fuck," Trunks swore, his body shuddering with pleasure. He dug his nails into Gohan's back as the pace quickened. Trunks could feel every inch of each deep thrust--meeting each roll of Gohan's hips with a spark of pleasure.
As his hands roamed over Gohan's skin, he could also feel the flex of his muscles, the heat of his body. Trunks felt a dark desire to taste Gohan's skin, dragging his tongue up the crook of the other's neck up to his ear. Gohan's breath hitched.
And suddenly Trunks was pushing him off, but before Gohan could voice his protests, the younger demi-Saiyan turned around on his hands and knees.
It only took the sight of Trunks' long back to shut Gohan up. Face flushed, he reinserted himself into Trunks' body--both of them moaning at the feeling.
Gohan's hand dug into Trunks' hip as he pushed all the way in. And while the position didn't allow for a lot of movement, the angle and the sight alone more than made up for it.
Gohan's movements were hard and deep. Trunks' hands twisted in the sheets as Gohan's hips snapped against his, each movement driving them both deeper into ecstasy.
Trunks began to push back to meet Gohan's thrusts. The increase in pace doubled Gohan's pleasure. He felt the heat rushing through his body and knew his climax was approaching. Gohan found himself practically collapsing over Trunks' body, his arm falling forward to catch his balance. Gohan gave out a lot, guttural moan as he released his seed.
Trunks' body shuddered at the sensation. Gohan caught his breath before pulling out. He collapsed on the bed beside Trunks. Trunks, close to climax himself, bent over Gohan and kissed him as he began to jerk himself.
Gohan still had enough energy and passion to kiss Trunks deeply--and the other groaned into the kiss, sagging onto the mattress next to him. He was reaching his own orgasm.
Gohan pushed Trunks' hair out of the way of his face, his face burning as he watched Trunks' expression of ecstasy--clenched eyes, gasping mouth.
Trunks reached out to blindly kiss Gohan's skin, and Gohan blinked as he watched Trunks gently kiss the remainder of his left arm.
Trunks' hand quickened as he reached his orgasm, his body trembling as he climaxed. After it had passed, his body relaxed into the mattress, and neither of them said anything for a moment as they tried to catch their breaths.
"Damn," Trunks finally said, his voice filled with awe.
"Damn," Gohan agreed.
Suddenly Trunks was laughing, and it dawned on Gohan that it was the first time he had heard his laughter since he had returned--that alone made Gohan happy enough to laugh with him.
After both of them had finally settled down, Trunks crawled closer to Gohan, resting his head on his shoulder. Gohan glanced back at Trunks, his gaze naturally falling back onto Trunks’ scar.
"Still wondering?" Trunks asked when he caught Gohan staring. Gohan nodded. "I never made it to the final battle. I was killed--a blast cut right through me. But I was revived--by you."
Gohan looked at him, staring.
"Gohan, in the past, I don't save the world. You do."
Gohan was at a loss for words. Trunks didn't let Gohan's shocked reaction stop him--he kept going.
"When the world was coming to an end, you became stronger than everyone--you reached a new level of Super Saiyan. You saved the Earth from ultimate destruction. You were stronger than us, the androids, Cell, everyone. If it wasn't for you, I could have never saved us from the androids in this timeline. I could have never rebuilt the city or kept it safe. It was all thanks to you."
Trunks stopped when something wet had fallen between them. He looked up just in time to see Gohan wiping his eyes. Trunks was in shock at first--in his entire life, he had never seen Gohan cry, not even when he was in pain. Then his heart wrenched in sympathy, and he sat up fully next to him.
“Sorry,” Trunks apologized, though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was apologizing for. Gohan shook his head, indicating that there was reason to say sorry.
"When I was dead, I spent so much time searching," Gohan finally spoke. "I had no way of knowing--I thought you were all were being killed or tortured by the androids. I had no idea, no way of knowing. I--"Gohan swallowed, trying to compose himself. "I just--I just can't believe it."
Trunks lowered his gaze, unsure of what to say or how to comfort Gohan. He settled on reaching for Gohan's hand.
"You're the reason why I'm even alive," Trunks answered softly.
Gohan opened up all of the windows of his new home. A breeze rolled in, shaking a few papers he had on his desk, but it wasn't strong enough to sweep it away. Gohan returned to the desk, quickly putting away the papers in their proper folders.
Newspaper articles. Photographs. Diaries. Witness reports. He was collecting them all for his anthology on the years of the androids' reign of terror. It was tiring work, and it had been about six months since he had started, but it gave him purpose.
When there was a knock on the door, the only surprise was that it had taken so long.
He opened the door. Trunks was standing on the porch in his business attire. He raised the bag he had in his hand.
"Lunch?"
"What took you so long?"
"Its not my fault you decided to move into the middle of nowhere. If anyone should be making the flight from between here and West City, it should be you. My lunches are only a half hour, you know."
"Whatever. No one is going to check if the CEO takes long breaks," Gohan said with a smirk. "Besides, I have too much work here."
"Yeah? So do I," Trunks challenged. He loosened his tie.
The weather was beautiful, so the two ate lunch on the porch. Gohan's new home was built in an abandoned countryside, much like his parents' home. Trunks had tried convincing Gohan to move to West City when he first announced that he was moving. He was glad the man had decided against it. The fields were gorgeous and the peace and quiet couldn't be rivaled.
"How's the anthology coming along?"
"Almost finished. I just have to type everything up. Its one thing to write by hand, and another to type," Gohan said, waving his sole hand. Trunks finished the last bite of his sandwich before crumpling up the wrapper.
"I was thinking--maybe we could gather the dragonballs and wish back your arm," Trunks suggested. With a somewhat pouty expression, he added, "It'll take awhile to find them though, what with my work and your anthology eating up our time."
Gohan shrugged and said, "Its alright. I only really needed two arms to fight."
"But don't you want it back?" Trunks asked incredulously. Gohan turned his head towards Trunks, smiling.
"Why? I can hold you just fine with one, can't I?"
Gohan laughed at Trunks' red face. He couldn't embarrass the other man as easily as he could when he was a boy, which only made the blush that more satisfying.
"Don't say such corny things," Trunks chastised. "If you do, I might leave you, and then you'll really become a hermit."
"You would never leave me."
Gohan inched closer to Trunks, and the stubborn young man looked at him begrudgingly. He wasn't able to stare him down for long before caving. Trunks sighed heavily.
"You're right," he said, kissing Gohan deeply.
When they pulled away, Gohan asked breathlessly, "How much time is left on your break?"
Trunk shrugged.
"'No one's going to check'--weren't those your words?" he replied with a smirk.
"Yeah," Gohan replied, and he went in for another kiss.
He had finally come home.

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A/N: And that's the alternate ending. I decided against creating a Part 2 series because I felt that the tone and pacing would be drastically different from Part 1. However, I knew that some people would be unsatisfied with the ending after the epilogue so I decided to post the alternate ending to give those readers an option--not to mention that while this ending has a lot of flaws, I enjoyed writing it a lot, and felt like it still needed to be shared.
Well, that's the ending. I can't express my thanks enough. Its been a long time since I wrote something for fun--much less a fanfiction. I don't plan on quitting any time soon, and I might have some one-shots in the future. I also have an idea for a multi-chapter fic but it might be awhile before I get around to writing it, much less posting it, so we'll see what happens. Anyways, please keep an eye out for me if you're interested in future DBZ slash fiction. Thanks again!
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