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Insanity	By : leen Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

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This chapter took longer than I expected, not perfect as with anything but necessary - sorry for all the dialogues but it is all in the name of Trunks' sanity.
Universe7: Your review did make me smile ;p I'm glad it makes you feel frustrated (sorry) but at least that shows to me it evokes something in the reader! haha ;) And yes, it's not a dance on roses story, at all, but who knows what will happen next ;)
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“Fuck you,” I snarl and spit out the bitter tasting blood pooling in my mouth, as I’m overpowered with my arms twisted behind my back, Vegeta’s weight on top of me where I lay, to stop me from escaping his hold.
Why am I getting beat up by father in the middle of nowhere with nothing but green fields and pine forests as for as the eye can see?
It began this morning.
I woke up, feeling extremely frustrated. What first hit me, was my throbbing lower regions. Patiently, I waited for the pain to nicely go away, as you do when you wake up and need a leak with the inconvenience of a morning glory at hand. After 20 minutes, I was on the verge of pissing myself, and considerably harder than before.
In desperation I scrambled into the on-suite, with my underwear around my feet and tip toeing while leaning forward at the same time, I awkwardly tried to steer my persistent hard on in the direction of the porcelain bowl.
Of course, I pissed everywhere, except for inside the toilet.
Once I’d cleaned my mess up, still excruciatingly hard, I still felt unbelievable irritable, and found my frustration was partially because of my relentless erection. Then said problem reminded me, as I was attempting to enjoy my sweet morning coffee in the kitchen, of the day before. Of you. Only my hard on at that point wasn’t one from arousal, it was just plainly agonising and inconvenient.
As my irritation continued to fester and grow, I grumbled wondering why the hell Vegeta had been such a fucking jerk throughout all these years, when he so easily melted in the arms of his secret male lover – not just any male, no, a Saiyan male – your dad. I just couldn’t understand why I deserved to be beaten up because of you, when there wasn’t even anything going on between us, merely awkward teenage confusion at the time – at least on my part.
So, I grabbed my keys from the hall way, and locked up after myself as I’d decided; it was time to do something about this fucked up situation.
To my relief, while I was stuck in traffic, my throbbing condition finally decided it had tortured me enough, and by the time I’d arrived at my destination, though it was still noticeable, it was nowhere near as painful as before.
"Hello?" I called, as I entered the large doors and continued into the bright hallway of Capsule Corp.
As silent as ever these days, it made me think back to when my childhood home would be bustling with life, the gathering point for all the Z fighters, when you and I would fly around with mother chasing after us, calling us every name under the sun as we’d crash into expensive ornaments and miss each other with ill aimed ki blasts.
“Trunks?”
I was snapped out of my nostalgia as Bulma emerged from the door leading down to her underground lab, white coat on and with what looked like oil smudges on her face.
“Hey mum,” I smiled at her. With my mind clear from the haze that’s been blurring reality for too long, I could see she hasn’t changed one bit since the old days – still the same crazy scientist, still the same feisty beauty.
“Didn’t expect to see you here today,” she smiled in return, wiping her blackened cheek with the back of her hand.
“I need to see dad.”
Yes, I went there to face him head on. I felt it was time to untangle our disputes, put the cards on the table and throw it out there. I needed him to help me understand myself, I couldn’t take the never ending loop of confusion anymore. Not just my own self-inflicted confusion either, I needed to know why, why he so desperately had to keep me away from you, when he’d spent most of my lifetime teasing, but accepting, our dependence on one another, our closeness.
“You know, I think he’s a bit busy right now, why don’t you have some coffee while we wait,” Bulma answered, walking over to me and as she hooked me by the arm, she lead me across the hall towards the kitchen.
“No mum sorry, I need to see him now, it can’t wait,” I explained and pulled my arm back before I turned to the direction of the indoor garden.
“Wait, wait,” she stopped me again, acting quite bizarre – even for her “He said he doesn’t want to be disturbed, you know what he gets like, grumpy old git,” she said and rolled her eyes but with a smile.
Ah, so he’s still pissed off, I thought. Fair enough I was out of order, even if maybe there was some truth in what I said I should have known better.. it was, disrespectful.
“It’s alright Bulma, seriously, I’ll deal with him,” I reassured her and made my way to the back entrance leading to where I was sure the GR would undoubtedly be set up.
Mother was still attempting to discourage me from facing him as I approached the metal sphere surrounded by exotic plants and absurd looking trees. She sounded concerned, I wondered if Vegeta spoke to her – but on a second thought I figured he probably hadn’t as that would have meant he would have had to tell her about Goku, and..
“Really Trunks, you don’t want to go in there right now.”
“Stop worrying mum,” I sighed as I punched in the default code on the display, and the hissing sound of the sealed doors opening followed.
And just as I thought I’d had enough traumatic experiences in the past few weeks to last me a life time, I was painfully proved how wrong I was – so very wrong.
“Hi guys,” Goku said with a strangled voice, sprawled on the floor with the top part of his orange gi ripped off and Vegeta planted on Goku’s groin with his back arched, legs on either side of the taller Saiyan’s slender but powerful body and his hands curled around the other’s throat.
“Kakarot,” my father warned the man underneath him, and glanced at the hand grabbing his.. privates.
“Oh, sorry,” he responded and quickly withdrew his hand.
“WELL, I can see everything is just fine here – I’ll have to leave you to it, work you know, bye boys!” Bulma exclaimed and turned in the doorway.
“MUM!” I cried and grabbed her arm before she could scurry away.
She looked at me with an awkward smile.
“Did you know about this?” I asked, letting go of her and motioned with my hand to the.. I didn’t even know what the hell to call the pair in front of us.
“Trunks, baby, it’s-it’s a Saiyan thing apparently. Your dad will explain it to you,” she answered and cast a mean glare Vegeta’s way. “I told you this would happen,” she growled at father.
“Told him what, what the hell is going on mum?!”
“Vegeta I think it’s best if you come off me,” Goku said in a hushed voice.
“Hn, getting a bit too excited are we?”
“It doesn’t exactly help that you’re rubbing yourself - AAah don’t do th-“
“I can fucking hear you!” I interrupted them while refusing to look their way, not quite believing I’d ever have to witness my father in such a provocative.. situation. With your dad. While mum was now turned around, casually looking somewhere else.
“Can you please, get up, or just, sit differently please I can’t think straight,” I continued, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I felt an aneurysm threatening to burst. “When did you become so accepting of this, this – I don’t know what the fuck to call it!” I asked mother while she pretended to check her watch, still faced away from the sight inside the chamber.
“He does whatever he wants whether I like the idea of it or not, plus you gotta admit they do look kinda good,” she almost whispered with a grin as she leaned in towards me.
“NO! They don’t! And you told me it was wrong!”
“Honey, there’s very little wrong when you walk in on two Saiyans getting it on, phoar,” she said and fanned her face with her hand.
“Oh my god, you’ve all lost your fucking minds, and you!” I turned back to Vegeta, who was now standing up, arms crossed over his chest with Goku stood behind him, still half naked. “You nearly fucking killed me because of Goten!”
“Vegeta?! What is he talking about?” Bulma questioned angrily and shocked, finally turning around.
“Woman leave us.”
“Not until you explain-“
“Later, now leave us.”
“You have some nerve mister, we are having words about this when you’re done here, and clean yourself up this time,” my mother scolded with a hand on her hip and a finger waving at him.
‘I don’t even want to know what she means by that.’
I watched her leave, she was clearly angered by the conceited antagoniser, but slamming the door on her way out, she left us to talk things through.
“So? Care to explain why you beat me up back then?” I asked, crossing my own arms.
“Actually, Kakarot take us somewhere private, I know for a fact the woman has installed cameras in here.”
Without a word, Goku motioned for me to come closer with his hand.
Reluctantly, I entered the gravity room, made my way to the centre and placed a hesitant hand on the naked skin of his shoulder.
Within seconds of him bringing his two fingers to his forehead, everything faded out to white before my eyes. Feeling extremely dizzy, I latched on to the taller Saiyan for dear life.
“You can let go of him now,” a threatening growl sounded next to me suddenly.
When my vision refocused I realised I was clinging on to Goku’s arm, and father was on the opposite side with a dark scowl.
“Sorry,” I mumbled letting go, and turned to glance around to see where we were.
I wasn’t familiar with the green grassy hills and plains edged by what looked like pine forests, but looking at the numerous craters I could tell it was a place they visit frequently for sparring, or.. ‘No, let’s don’t go there, I don’t want to think about it’.
We were stood on a plateau overlooking the landscape, rocks of various sizes strewn around a larger block in the grass nearby, and I wondered for a brief second why it looked an awful lot like someone had been smashed into it head first.
Vegeta decided to stand a few metres away facing me, with Goku following him to stand by the side. Never had I seen the two act so strange, keeping close wherever the other went.
“I’m waiting,” I reminded the disinterested looking Saiyan in front of me.
“You wasn’t ready.”
“You beat me up ‘cause I wasn’t ready?” I asked through gritted teeth, sick and tired of his evasiveness.
“If you’d been, you would have stood by him when his mother ousted him as a freak, I gave you the opportunity to, and you didn’t take it.”
“You call that giving me an opportunity? You asked us if we had anything else to say to each other, do you even realise how fucking cryptic you were? I was 16 for kami’s sake, don’t you get how much easier it would have been if you’d have just spelled it out for me?”
“I thought him taking a human to bed would have made you see things a bit clearer,” he smiled mockingly, knowing exactly what it’d do to me.
The impact when my fist collided with his chin sent him flying across the green plateau, chunks of grass and dirt in the air ripped out by the force from which I’d swept him off his feet.Watching him land with a thump onto his back some distance away I landed on the turf in front of him, fists clenched at my sides. I could feel the energy gathering within me, pumping through every part of my body, urged on by intoxicating adrenaline.
“So you’ve finally found some backbone,” he scoffed, as he with a hand on his knee pushed himself off the ground, the other hand rubbing his jaw.
“I’m sick of your shit.”
“Hn, is that so,” he answered simply, arms across his chest and a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth.
His relentlessly arrogant attitude was more than I needed as further encouragement, and in a flash, I found myself face to face with him, fist drawn back and aimed at his contemptuous sneer.
Effortlessly, moving faster than a human eye would ever be able to see, he took a hold of my fist mid-air, only inches from his face, and I found myself twisted down on the ground, immobilised from the overpowering grip.
“Fucking bastard!” I cried, and in the next breath I was sent flying backwards from a crushing punch to my solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me completely.
With a hand over my chest, as I desperately tried to regain my breath, I attempted to get back onto my feet, but before I could pull myself together, another punch was dealt to my face, splitting the flesh on the inside of my mouth, knocking me back down.
The hand I held across my mouth to stop the blood was pulled away, twisted behind me as I was turned around, and with my wrists joined in a firm hold behind my back, the royal dickhead planted himself on my back as he pushed me down to the ground.

And that is how I ended up here, yet again humiliated, beaten so easily when it was I who had started the fight.
“Why did you come to see me?” he asks coolly, one hand around my wrists and the other fixed onto the back of my head to keep me down.
“’Cause you’re a fucking hypocrite,” I snarl, pained by the unnatural angle of my shoulders.
“You still don’t know what’s going on in that dense brain of yours do you?”
“I – ng – know exactly what’s going on.”
“In that case, why are you acting like a crazed animal, getting yourself beat up?”
“’Cause it’s all your fault! My head’s all fucked up because of you!”
He leans down, firm grip still holding on to me.
“It’s you complicating everything, boy, no one else.”
“Fuck off is it, you beat me up ‘cause of Goten, but it’s ok for you to sneak around with his dad?” I protest, gathering as much strength as I can to buck him off me.
“Calm-down,” he growls pushing me down again, “This stops now brat, your misinterpretations have gone on for far too long, I do not sneak around with anyone.”
Reluctantly, but not before I try and shake him off one last time, I gradually calm myself down.
“Fine,” I mumble into the grass once my breathing has settled, though I can’t help but to feel pissed off with myself for being this weak, I was stupid to think I’d stand a chance against him in the first place.
He lets go of my wrists and hair, and soundlessly gets off my back before standing up, studying me with a dark glare as I get myself up on my own unsteady feet.
“Why?” I ask with my eyes on the ground, feeling hopelessly defeated, both mentally and physically.
“Why what?”
“Why did you beat me up, told me I wasn’t to be someone else’s bitch, why –“
“’Cause you was making a fool of yourself boy, like a bitch in heat, responding to Kakarot’s brat like a pining female just gagging for it.”
I can feel the very last of my patience snap and vanish completely after hearing his reason, my eyes lock on to his black ones and yet again the anger wells up inside me. I jump forward, fist drawn back, but am caught in big arms before I can wipe the smug look off the other’s face.
“Don’t Trunks, let him explain,” he insists, as I fight to get out of the embrace.
“Get the fuck off of me Goku, this is between us,” I growl, twisting and trying to break myself free, in vain of course.
“Your dad just thought you needed more time,” he continues, unfazed by my struggling.
“For what?!” I cry in disbelief, before I realise it’s useless fighting.
I still in the arms holding me, leaning my forehead against his warm chest, surprised at the comfort suddenly taking me in.
The taller Saiyan lets go of me softly once he is reassured my inner turmoil has settled somewhat, and stands next to me instead, with a hand on my shoulder, its warmth keeping me from falling apart altogether, and preventing me from going for father’s jugular again.
“No one is stopping you from getting with your pet, boy, no one except for yourself,” my father continues.
My eyes snap up to glare at him.
“Vegeta, stop provoking him, you won’t get anywhere like that,” Goku injects, his grip on my shoulder becoming firmer as if to keep me in place.
“Fine,” the other sighs in response, “I could sense the brat’s increasing power, and you was acting like a confused idiot, in denial. As you are my spawn, it was my responsibility to spur you on.”
“But you didn’t though did you, you made me shun away from him instead,” I spit in response.
Father simply shrugs his shoulders.
I can feel my temper flaring again, in disbelief at his disregard for the problems his obnoxious behaviour has caused, and all along I was convincing myself I’d made the right choice when I pushed you away to please him, to show him I wasn’t about to become anyone’s bitch.
“It’s instinctive, I can’t teach a Saiyan that. One is not a worthy mate if he doesn’t stand by the other, plus, a Vegeta fights for dominance, they don’t just roll over to take it up the ass, I tried telling you this,” he continues, still justifying his actions.
“But Vegeta you-” Goku snaps his mouth shut again before he can finish as Vegeta throws him a murderously black scowl, and my dad motions with his hand for the other to join him where he’s standing.
“Stay out of this, the boy wasn’t ready, simple as that,” father informs him sternly when they’re face to face, way too close for my comfort.
“I’m not a royal full blooded Saiyan like you though am I Vegeta, and you didn’t tell me anything you tried to beat it into me,” I inject with gritted teeth, unable to grasp that he actually believes what he did was for some kind of greater fucking good.
“You must be more like your mother than I thought,” he answers indifferently.
“How did mum find out exactly?” I ask, remembering the other night – when I told her not to go to the office, and thinking of her reaction earlier, understanding finally why she was so hell bent on me not going to the GR.
“She ‘had a feeling’ as she put it, unlike you she is quite perceptive, and unable to keep out of other’s business, she asked me if it was indeed so.”
“Go on?” I tell him when he doesn’t elaborate.
“I explained to her, we, our race, are drawn to each other. Unfortunately for me, having spent so long chasing this idiot, and fusing with him, my brain and my cock think I want him,” Vegeta continues and motions his hand to the taller Saiyan standing next to him.
Goku rolls his eyes, clearly humouring my father by keeping quiet.
Burying my face in my hands, I desperately try to erase what he’s just said from my brain, and the mental image it brings with it.
“She was upset, naturally as a human with weak emotions would be, and was opposed to the idea of two males at first, but I told her Saiyans do not care for such trivial matters,” he continues “Plus the woman and I haven’t shared beds since you went to that inadequate institution the humans seem to value so highly.”
“School Vegeta, it’s called a school,” Goku injects.
“Whatever, if you hadn’t noticed that, well you wouldn’t have would you, doped up like an idiot.”
“She told me it’d be a spectacle if it was me when - when that happened with Goten,” I tell him, ignoring his insult.
“Humans care for images, and though her intelligence is above average, she is human none the less, and you are to be the image of that organisation of hers.”
I roll my eyes at his inability to acknowledge the human terms, selective inability that is.
“So how long – actually don’t answer that I don’t want to know, does Chi Chi know?”
“Hah, you think he would be alive still if she did?” Vegeta signs with his thumb to Goku.
“Who else knows?” I question.
“Piccolo, and Dende,” Goku answers, “And I might have slipped something about it when Master Roshi made me drink sake,” he continues, glancing around with shifty eyes before looking over to see Vegeta’s reaction to his confession.
“How could anyone force a Saiyan, a Super Saiyan, to consume anything, and a human at that?” my father asks covering his eyes with his hand in disbelief at the other.
“He can be pretty convincing when he wants to,” Goku insists.
“Convincing, so you were – you know what never mind,” my father answers and shakes his head.
“It wasn’t my fault-“
“Ok ok, you’re going off topic here, what about the other night, huh?” I interrupt.
“What of it?” Vegeta asks with a frown.
“You went bat shit crazy on me, did that slip your mind? If Goku hadn’t showed up you’d have killed me!”
“Of course I wouldn’t have you idiot.”
“He’s just a bit touchy about the whole, prince and third class thing,” Goku whispers with a hand covering the side of his mouth.
“I came to you to talk to you, to stop this crap you poison yourself with, and you taunted me,” my father answers, clearly ignoring Goku’s version.
“And mother already knew, about you, then?”
“She’s known for a few years now boy,” my father smiles wickedly.
“Fuck me, this is so messed up,” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, my tick of frustration, unable to actually believe this has been going on right in front of me.
“You’re the one complicating everything, Kakarot’s brat knew all along even if it was subconsciously, and you rejected him.”
“What was I supposed to do!?” I exclaim, throwing my arms in the air exasperatedly, “I’ve grown up with kids at school taking the piss out of faggots, and you didn’t make it any easier! And now, he – ah -he’s found someone else..” those last words sink in a lot heavier than I’d expected them to.
“Hn, like that would stop you. Bodies are easy to get rid of,” father smirks as if that would be the obvious answer to the problem.
“Vegeta, I’ve told you no killing,” Goku protests.
“Fine,” father mutters clearly unhappy with doing so, and I can’t help but to stare wide eyed at the pair in disbelief. Since when did Vegeta listen to anyone, and Goku of all people, relenting without as much as a word in protest.
This whole time the two have been acting extremely bizarre. One says black the other argues white, but at the same time they’re in some kind of weird synch with one another. Not to mention their close proximity, considering my father never lets anyone into his personal space, except for in a fight, it’s very odd that he’d let the other be so near, leaning in, their arms almost touching.
Although I can see that I’ve misjudged a lot of things – with help from dear daddy – I actually feel more confused now than I felt this morning.
“So mother doesn’t know about..” I trail, not knowing how to word what I want to ask.
“No she doesn’t know your ass is aching for that damned brat,” my father responds and rolls his eye.
“You have such a way with words dad,” I retort.
“Hn,” he smirks, visibly pleased with himself.
“How do you even put up with him?” I ask Goku.
“He’s not so bad, once you know how to make him speechless,” he smiles with a sideward glance to my dad, making me regret I asked in the first place.
“Speaking of which,” my father says, placing a hand on Goku’s chest, “We have unfinished business, take us home.”
Goku raises his eyebrows my way as if to ask whether I’m coming or not, but I shake my head in response, feeling as if I need to clear my thoughts, alone.
“Capsule Corp is about half an hour that way, I’ll see you soon Trunks,” he tells me and points into the distance, before he brings two fingers to his brow, and in the next breath they’ve flickered and disappeared.
I let myself fall back onto the grass, feeling completely drained mentally after the confusing conversation that’s just taken place.
Reflecting on what my father managed to explain between his snarls and insults, I wonder if he simply was peeved all along by the fact that I fell so easily and willingly - unknowingly, everything about you took me in a made me feel safe – I suppose I was indeed pining, as Vegeta put it, when in reality he’d wanted me to, put up a fight I guess, I still don’t really know what that is all about to be honest.
And I still don’t understand why, I still don’t understand the feeling of constantly being incomplete, the hollow ache that haunts me whenever I’m left with my wandering thoughts.
I can feel envy creeping up on me as I again ponder our fathers’ familiarity with each other. One of them hating anyone near him physically as well as emotionally, and the other probably completely oblivious and indifferent to anything that has something to do with ‘love’ and relationships, yet they need each other, and they’re completely fine about – from what I can tell - no matter their differences and discrepancies in the past.
Maybe he was right, maybe I wasn’t ready. I just wish we’d gone down a different kind of road in order to find each other – I’ve wasted my time and life and become stuck in a vicious self-destructive round about, and while I’ve been so busy killing my thoughts off you’ve slipped further and further away from me.
A vibration in the pocket of my trousers snaps me out of my trailing thoughts. After realising what it is, I reach for the device and look at the mobile’s screen to see who’s calling.
“Yes?” I sigh as I bring it to my ear.
“Trunks, hi it’s me.”
“Ye I know, what do you want?”
“Goten came to see you?”

“Yes, thank you for sharing my address with everyone, Gohan.”
“Oh come on don’t be angry with me, he wanted to see you.”
“Ye he told me, heard you couldn’t keep your mouth shut,” I snarl into the phone.
“Hey, I only mentioned it ‘cause I was worried.”
“I can wipe my own arse Gohan, thank you.”
“Right,” he clears his throat, “Anyway, he called when he got back home yesterday, said you’d had a spat but that you’d agreed anyway to the favour he had wanted to ask of you.”
“Favour?” I ask surprised, “What favour, he didn’t mention anything.”
“He said, it’d seemed weird as you’d been difficult, at first, but you’d changed your mind after he explained to you as he was leaving and you’d agreed to help him out with the club?”
I try to rack my brain for anything in our conversation yesterday that had something to do with a club, but cannot recall we spoke about anything of the sorts. Unless..
“Oh crap,” I curse myself, hand across my face as I remember suddenly.
“Ye, I thought there was something strange going on, as if you’d agree to hang out with a bunch of kids,” Gohan answers, “How come you didn’t remember, don’t tell me you had used something?”
“No daddy,” I sigh, “I hadn’t used anything,” I repeat sarcastically, “I’ve just had some personal… issues, none of your business so don’t even bother asking,” I tell him, not feeling like explaining that I was too busy humping the wall to listen to you.
“Fine, listen, I’ll see you tomorrow in the office we’ll talk then, I’ve gotta shoot.”
“Can’t wait,” I mutter in response.
“Cheer up Trunks,” he laughs, typical fucking joyful Son.
“Bye Gohan,” I retort scornfully and snap my phone shut before he can hurt my brain any further.
Fuck me, why do I get myself into these situations? I can’t help but to wonder why you would ask me to help out at some club for kids, hopefully your brother will be able to enlighten me on that one..
But at the same time, the thought of seeing you again, is undeniably, rousing..
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“Trunks?”
I look up from the account reports to see Gohan flustered, leaning against the inside of the door to my office. I raise an eyebrow his way, and can’t help but to smirk at his embarrassed state.
“I see you enjoyed the view,” I tell him, and return my attention to the documents in front of me.
“Why is there a bunch of women with- with EVERYTHING, on display, in the waiting room?”
“’Cause I fired my secretary,” I answer as I fill in missing numbers on a spreadsheet.
“And they’re all here to fill the position?” he asks as he takes a seat in the leather arm chair in front of my desk.
“Yup.”
“Why did you fire her, wasn’t she new?”
“She lost my napkins.”

“Napkins?”
I look up to see his confused expression.
“Yes, my napkins, my origami napkins,” I snap as he clearly doesn’t understand the seriousness of the situation.
“Trunks, you are one messed up person,” he answers and shakes his head.
“Hn, says the guy who solves crosswords for fun,” I scoff as I continue to fill in the numbers.
“That is entirely different – you know what, never mind there’s no point trying to reason with you,” he says before he sighs.
I put the pen and the reports to the side, lean back in my chair and consider for a moment what to say to him regarding the conversation we had yesterday.
“What happened to your lip?” he asks before I can say anything.
“What do you think?” I smile bitterly in response.
“Do I even want to know what happened?”
“Well, no probably not,” I answer, and chew the inside of my lip, contemplating whether I should tell him about you.
“Just get it out,” he says with a stern look.
“Get what out?” I ask surprised.
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about, there’s clearly something on your mind.”
I decide to approach the subject, in a way so he wont catch on too easily..
“Ok, well, I have this friend,” I begin.
“Friend?” he asks with raised eyebrows.
“Ye friend, anyway he – um – is, attracted I guess you could say, to this guy-GIRL, girl, and,” I desperately try to find my words as I stumble all over them.
“Trunks, is it you we’re talking about?” Gohan questions.
“What? No, of course not! He just wanted some advice, that’s all..” I tell him, avoiding his dark gaze.
“Ok,” he sighs, “Continue.”
“Right, so, he wanted to know, what to do about it, as the person he sort of likes, is already with someone..” I explain and carefully look back up at him.
“Firstly, I am not as dense as you think I am, secondly, why didn’t you just tell me first time I asked you?”
“What do you mean?” I ask him, feeling panicky all of a sudden.
“I asked you if you have feelings for him.”
Seems like it’s my turn to blush, and I hide my face in my hands.
“Am I really that obvious?” I whine.
“Yes you are, is that why you guys fell out in the first place?”
I shake my head, hands still covering my embarrassed face.
“I can’t help you if you wont talk to me Trunks,” he says calmly.
I consider for a moment what the best way would be to describe the situation between you and me, but realise there really isn’t a pain free version.
“We fell out, because.. He – hrm – wanted to have sex, and I well, I panicked, I broke your shower and I was shit scared of Vegeta, and then Goten, he, screwed someone else..” I mumble, letting my hands fall down slowly to the table surface in front of me, and breathe out as I finish the most excruciating sentence ever.
Gohan stares at me wide eyed.
“You broke the shower? I thought that was dad!” he exclaims, as if that was the most important part of my confession.
“Fuck the shower,” I snap at him, “You’re supposed to help me out here.”
“Right, well, what can I say? It’s my baby brother, surely you must understand I don’t want anyone toying with him, especially you Trunks.”
“What’s so wrong about me?” I ask angrily.
“You sober now, today?” he questions, while eyeing me dubiously.
“Yes for fucks’ sake, I’ve been staying away from the shit as much as I can, it’s because of this that I went down that path in the first place!” I answer exasperated.
He sighs, crosses his arms over his chest, and considers something thoughtfully for a moment.
“Alright, I’ll do my best to help you,” he says, “But, you stay away from the drugs and the alcohol Trunks, Goten is worth more than that,” he continues with a threatening black glare directed my way.
“I will, I will,” I promise, genuinely.
“Right, so he asked you to help out at his club for the kids.”
“Ye, do you know why?”
“He said the kids had heard about the The Tenkaichi Tournament, about you guys entering and that you won the junior’s division. Apparently they’d asked if they could meet you.”
“So what do you suggest?” I ask him.
“Well, keep your promise, and do something good for once in your life.”
“How’s that helping me?” I mutter.
“Because that way, you can at least try to become a better person, and you will have Goten by your side,” he explains.
“And then?” I ask with a sigh.
“You need to wait and see Trunks, Goten is with Sky, and you need to respect that. I’m only doing this because you two have been inseparable since you could just about walk, it doesn’t seem right any other way, and you have been a mess since you both, fell out.”
“Ok, I get it… Thanks, Gohan,” I mumble, my pride dented as I’ve had to resort to this to untangle the mess in my head – and my life.
Gohan stands up, checking the time on his watch.
“I’ve got a meeting soon, I’d expect a call from Goten in the next few days if I was you.”
I nod in response, chewing the inside of my lip as I can’t help but feel incredibly vulnerable now that I’ve admitted my denial, out loud, to you brother.
“Hey,” I call before he opens the door, and he turns slightly, “Don’t tell anyone, please,” I ask him, or beg him rather.
“I wont,” he answers simply, and takes a deep breath before he heads out to the warzone that is my waiting room.
As the door is closed behind him, I mindlessly tap my fingers against the top of my desk.
I feel nervous, even scared, at the thought of you calling me up. But a part of me feels relieved, as if a heavy weight has just been lifted off me. I’m not quite sure yet what has brought that on, but it’s definitely made me feel a lot.. better.
I can’t help but smile to myself, as I realise I feel happy, for the first time since.. forever.
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