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A/N: If you’re here for smut, there’s a scene a third of the way in and a scene at the end.
Sorry if this took awhile to update. I’ve had this written out for awhile, but I wanted to space out the chapters a bit. I’m thinking that I’ll update every week or so.
In total, there will be eight chapters and an epilogue. I’m also considering doing a bonus chapter with the original ending I had in mind. We’ll see what happens when I get to it. Anyways, here’s the chapter--let me know what you guys think.

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"Trunks. Are you listening?"
The lavender-haired boy jumped at the sound of his name. He inwardly cursed himself for spacing out once again. He looked up at his mentor's face, but instead of finding anger, he saw a look of mild concern in those jet black eyes. A burst of images raced through his mind, and Trunks found himself quickly looking away--suddenly feeling shy.
It was a new day. Gohan let Trunks rest the day before, after he had worn himself out from trying to become a Super Saiyan, but today they were back to their routine. For Gohan, it was just another regular day, but Trunks had been acting odd. He would avoid direct eye contact, seemed constantly distracted, and Gohan often had to repeat his instructions. It was hard for Trunks to concentrate--he couldn’t get his mind to stop racing.
Memories of yesterday kept returning to him, no matter how hard he tried to resist it. Trunks knew that he had brought it upon himself. He should have never followed Gohan, he should have never spied on him, and he certainly should have never watched him.
But how could he have resisted when he heard the young man's moans? The sound pervaded his mind, and the boy nearly shivered. When he had caught Gohan, he couldn’t bring himself to look away, and he had watched until the young man climaxed. Since then, Trunks couldn’t even look at Gohan without becoming embarrassed.
Even without the older demi-Saiyan around, Trunks had a hard time forgetting what he had witnessed. But training with him? It was just pure hell. When Gohan watched him practice, Trunks couldn’t help but think of that dark, lustful gaze. Whenever Gohan adjusted him into proper position, he was reminded of what else those hands were capable of. Every breath, every touch--Trunks couldn’t keep his mind off of it.
It was driving him nuts.
"What's with you today? You seem so distracted," Gohan said, frowning. Trunks was, if anything, a focused pupil. He was enthusiastic and always gave his full effort and attention. Today, though, he was uncharacteristically spacey.
Trunks was so rattled by his memories that just being near Gohan made him nervous. Trunks rubbed the back of his neck, trying to hide his fidgeting as much as possible.
"Oh, I uh... I just don't feel too good. I think I'm still tired from two days ago," he lied. Gohan frowned--he noticed the boy's subtle actions, such as avoiding eye contact and his stuttering. He knew that Trunks was probably hiding his true intentions. However, Gohan admitted that the boy probably was having a hard time after collapsing the day before.
"Alright," he said, giving in. "Well, we did get some work done. Maybe we should call it a day then."
Trunks was only partly relieved. He was looking forward to training that day, despite being unable to look Gohan directly in the eye, and it disappointed him to have it come to an end so quickly.
They gathered their stuff and went back into the house. As they walked, Trunks occasionally glanced up at Gohan. With sudden fear hitting him like a jab to the stomach, he wondered, does he know?
Of course, after only a moment of thought, Trunks decided it was impossible. There was no way Gohan was paying attention that day, and Trunks had done well in hiding his ki. Even so, there was this fear that his master would find out somehow. With all of his shaky nerves, it was only a matter of time before Trunks was confronted. Maybe it wouldn’t even be Gohan--maybe Trunks would be the one to screw it up. Rattled nerves--that’s all it would take for a slip of the tongue.
Deeper still, Trunks feared what Gohan would do if he found out. Would he hate him?
Trunks’ gaze darkened as he brewed over these thoughts.
Just don’t be stupid and everything will be fine, he told himself.
Gohan immediately flicked on the radio--a habitual action that he always did when entering the house. Trunks didn't understand it at first, but eventually realized that Gohan was waiting and listening for news on the androids. Nothing too urgent, it seemed--the broadcast only mentioned the androids when they talked about the attack from a few days ago. Aside from that, it seemed the androids had not been spotted.
Gohan ruffled Trunks' hair as he walked past him on his way to the kitchen. It was a small, casual gesture that he always did for as long as Trunks could remember--and it was only until now that it felt different to him. It seemed like every touch, every gaze, led up to Trunks' cheeks burning, and the youth was beginning to wonder if what he was feeling was more than just simple embarrassment from the day before.
Gohan didn't notice Trunks' sudden meekness. He went into the kitchen and checked the stew he had kept over heat while they were outside. It wasn't done yet--he had started it not too long ago, expecting them to be out for awhile.
"Hey, Gohan, I think I'm going to go lay down."
At this, Gohan was snapped out of his distractions.
"Oh... okay," he said, blinking. He wasn't sure that Trunks had been telling the truth earlier when he said he was tired. Gohan supposed it was true after all. "Are you feeling well?"
Trunks wasn't sure how to respond, but the warrior walked straight up to him, catching him by the chin with one hand and holding his face straight--the other pressing against his forehead, expecting a temperature.
He got what he was looking for. Upon the placement of the hand, Trunks' face immediately flared red. Before Gohan could even open his mouth to voice his concern, Trunks pulled himself out of Gohan's reach, kept his blushing face out of vision, and excused himself while he ran to the bedroom.
Trunks shut the door, leaning his back against it, trying to settle his razzled heart. He blew his bangs out of his face and, without realizing it, brought a hand to his face as he clenched his jaw. He couldn't believe how worked up he had gotten. Slowly, he became more and more embarrassed.
There was a knock at the door. Trunks jumped.
"Trunks, you okay? You don't have a fever do you?"
"I'm fine," the boy answered quickly. He didn't dare to open the door. "Just let me rest."
"Alright…” Trunks could practically envision the frown. “I'll call you when dinner is finished then."
Footsteps. Trunks breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he was gone. He wasn't feeling tired--it was all a farce to get away from Gohan--but he laid down anyways.
Trunks pulled the covers over him and turned on his side, gazing out the window. It was bright out and Trunks longed to go outside, but he just couldn't. Gohan had him so flustered.
Trunks' cheeks reddened as he thought about his mentor. Trunks had always admired his friend, and always noticed how strong and beautiful he was, and it had never been a problem. But ever since yesterday, when he saw his mentor stroking himself, Trunks couldn't erase the image or the feeling he got being near him.
Trunks felt himself flush, and not just in his face. His skin had grown hot, and he was beginning to feel himself growing hard.
It was a confusing feeling. Trunks felt torn between his respect for his master and his attraction to Gohan. He had never witnessed another man masturbate before, and he wondered what his own arousal meant.
Would he still be acting like this if it was anyone else? Or was it only Gohan that could make him feel this way?
Trunks let his hand wander down, ducking under his waistband. His breath hitched as his hand brushed against his erection. He pulled his cock out of his pants, blushing ferociously.
His cock was hard and leaking precum.
Trunks breathed in and out for a moment. Gohan was standing just outside that door, if he came in--
Trunks decided not to think about it. He grabbed his strained erection and stroked it, biting on the sleeve of his shirt to avoid moaning out loud. He couldn't let Gohan catch him--though his cock twitched at the idea.
He remained hidden underneath the blanket, trapped in the heat, left to deal with his erection. The room used to belong to Gohan, and was lent to Trunks during his stay. The sheets still smelled like him, and as Trunks breathed in, he was torturously drenched in thoughts of his mentor. As he touched the heated skin, shivers went up his spine, and he thought about Gohan.
Gohan. His breathy moans and gasps, his glistening skin, his head thrown back in pleasure. The memories resurfaced came flooding in as Trunks fisted his erection. Trunks thought about the hand that touched his forehead earlier--Gohan's hands were strong, rough and callused from years of training and fighting. But they touched him so gently, and Trunks closed his eyes as he reimagined that touch--his thoughts even taking him back to when he was a child, and he would reach up to hold those hands.
Trunks clenched his eyes and bit back his moans and gasps as he thought about what else those hands were capable of. He wondered what Gohan's hands would feel like touching his skin, or brushing against his thighs. Mostly, he thought about what Gohan's hands would feel like holding him as he masturbated--or better yet, what they would feel like touching his erection.
Trunks raised his hips, his body thrusting wantonly into his hand. He shivered and sped up his pace, his eyes rolling back, the lids closing shut, as the pleasure built inside of him. He felt he was getting close to his climax.
A fierce heat washed over his body as he came, his young body shuddering and shaking as the climax rushed through him. He couldn’t help the cry that escaped his lips--short and strained, but still loud, and he prayed that Gohan didn’t hear him.
He lingered onto that feeling of bliss as long as he could until his body collapsed, and he was left panting and sweating. As he finally came to, he cleaned off his hand on the sheet, pulled his pants back up, and laid his head back and tried to catch his breath as he waited to be called for.
Later arrived. Gohan didn’t seem to act any differently at dinner, so while Trunks was still worried--he was certain that Gohan hadn't heard him. While talking idly at the table, Gohan mentioned the house.
"I'm going to clean up a bit. Mind doing dishes tonight?"
"Yeah, that's fine," Trunks replied. Even though Trunks was there to work under Gohan, Gohan still treated him like a guest.
As Trunks did dishes, Gohan went to go pick up from all of the rooms. When he was in his old room--the same room Trunks was staying in--he noticed that the blankets were in a crumpled mess.
As he went to make the bed, he came across a new--but identifiable--stain on the sheets.
Gohan paused for a moment, not at all upset, but rather surprised.
Soon, his eyebrows knitted in concern. Time had moved so quickly--particularly in the past few years--that he hadn't realized how much Trunks had grown. He wondered what changes Trunks must have been going through, and he thought back on himself and what he was like at that age.
There was no one to really give Gohan advice or wisdom on growing up. His dad died early on, before the androids had started causing destruction and chaos. Krillin tried talking to him about it once--but his problems consisted of fighting the androids, and so Gohan’s growth had to be put on hold. Most of the male figures in his life died early anyways.
Puberty was... interesting, to say the least. His mother never approached him about it, being far too reserved, and so he refrained from talking about it. Gohan resorted to books and self discovery.
Gohan had no clue what Trunks was experiencing. The two came from different backgrounds. Was it possible that Bulma could have spoken to the boy about the changes his body was going through? Or was Trunks totally confused and alone?
Gohan set the sheets down and went back to cleaning the rest of the room.
Gohan sat back, watching Trunks practice his ki blasts, his mind too busy to focus on paying attention to the training exercise.
Every since that night, the young man couldn't stop thinking about his recent discovery.
On one hand, Gohan felt some responsibility as a mentor to talk to Trunks. On the other hand, he wanted to stay far away from the uncomfortable subject.
Especially since he was facing some difficulties and confusion himself.
Gohan's gaze lowered. He could read as many books as he wanted--but unless he ventured into space, it was unlikely that he would ever come across a book on Saiyan bodies and sexuality--if it even existed. Its possible that that knowledge disappeared when Vegeta, the last known living full-blooded Saiyan, had died. There were many aspects of Gohan's own body that he didn't quite understand.
He wanted to believe that it was because he was a Saiyan, and not in the possibility that he could be some sado-masochistic weirdo, that provided his extra thrill when he was fighting and training. But in the end, he might not ever find out.
After considering his difficulties, he finally realized that it might not be right to let Trunks face his problems alone--just like he had. So Gohan called him over, "Trunks!"
Trunks stopped and hurried back over, sweat on his brow. He wiped off his face on the towel laying on the boulder next to Gohan. "Yeah?"
Deciding to be straightforward, albeit a bit blunt, Gohan asked, "Has Bulma ever talked to you about sex?"
Trunks stuffed his face back into the towel, trying his best to hide his blush and failing. Gohan immediately felt uncomfortable after noticing Trunks' reaction, but he remained collect.
"Well?"
"Uhm, yeah, she has," Trunks said, putting down the towel. He chose to stare at the ground instead. "Why do you ask?"
Deciding not to embarrass the boy any further, Gohan strayed from the truth, “I just noticed how fast you were growing up. I was just wondering if Bulma ever had the chance to talk to you about it.”
“She has. Mom is pretty open about that stuff.”
Gohan figured as much. Bulma was a scientist, and approached these types of subjects with an open mind. She wasn't as traditional as Chichi was.
Trunks stared at the floor for awhile and wondered about Gohan’s sudden curiosity. He wondered, dreadfully, if he knew about what happened the other day in the forest--that he had spied on him. However, he quickly shook off the thought. If Gohan knew, he probably would be upset. He would find a different way to approach it.
“Have you ever done it?” Trunks asked, the question slipping out of his mouth. He knew he was asking too much--but he was curious and Gohan had already opened the door.
Gohan was a bit alarmed by Trunks’ frankness but finally answered, “Yes. But the situation was complicated.”
It was something that Gohan intended to take to his grave--but when he was younger, and his body was going through so many changes, he had gone to a stranger in a moment of desperation. Gohan still had a few hard feelings on the matter--he regretted the choice he made.
Trunks sensed that Gohan didn't have any desire to talk about it, and so the boy chose not to press matters. However, a strange feeling of disappointment came over him. He wondered who the mystery person was--mostly, he wondered if Gohan loved that person.
"Let's spar one more time before we go inside," Gohan insisted, and so they did.
Even after a couple days of training, Trunks still felt that his strength was the same as when he started. Whenever he fought Gohan, he worried that he hadn't improved at all. It didn't help that the boy was so distracted lately.
Trunks dodged Gohan's attacks as best as he could, but in the end, he was just scrambling to survive--rather than scrambling to win.
A punch was thrown. Trunks couldn't dodge it, so he blocked it instead--his hand stinging from the impact. A leg was swung, aiming low--Trunks jumped up to dodge it, and put his arms in front of him to block the energy blast that came at him.
The energy blast sent him flying back, but Trunks landed on his feet. Though he was exerted, he sent a barrage of energy blasts at Gohan. Gohan dodged them all, and for a moment, he disappeared.
Trunks' eyes widened in shock, until he felt a ki presence behind him.
--fast! was all that Trunks could think. He acted on instinct, spinning around so he could block the oncoming attack.
In his haste, Trunks lost his balance, tripping into Gohan and sending both of them falling to the floor.
Gohan blinked in surprise as he landed hard on the ground with Trunks on top of him.
"Well, I'm sure that was unintended, but I guess you got me," Gohan said, laughing at first. But when he got a look at Trunks' face, he turned silent.
His student's face was bright red.
The boy quickly climbed off, internally berating himself for showing his embarrassment. However, there was nothing he could have done to hide it. Trunks could no longer deny his growing attraction to his mentor, and being on top of him and so close to him had his heart beating faster.
Meanwhile, Gohan wondered about what just happened. At first he thought that Trunks was just red because of his mentor's teasing, but the way he was acting he seemed almost... flustered.
"Sorry," Trunks said, diverting his eyes.
"It's okay," Gohan said, trying to sound encouraging despite his deep confusion. He sat up. "It was just an accident.”
"Are we done then?" Trunks asked, rubbing the back of his neck. He still wouldn't look Gohan in the eye.
Gohan just nodded. Immediately, Trunks got up and jetted off towards the house.
Gohan watched him as he ran off, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to figure out the meaning of Trunks’ reaction.
The face haunted him.
With a loud squeak, Gohan turned off the water. The house was old and didn't have a shower. Gohan slipped into the tub, sinking into the hot water.
Rather than wash off right away like he usually did, he waded in the water and stared up at the plain ceiling. He thought about what happened earlier, with Trunks, when he had ended up underneath him.
The boy had seemed so embarrassed--unusually so. Maybe Gohan was just reading too much into it, but it almost seemed like--
Gohan scowled, tilting his head against the wall. Don't be stupid, he scolded himself. He reasoned that the boy was probably just embarrassed for screwing up. There was no way that there was any deeper meaning to it.
Gohan slowly sunk deeper into the tub, the water rising to just below his nose, the back of his hair getting wet.
Trunks had really grown up.
He took his training seriously. He was rash and a bit moody, traits probably inherited from his father, but he was still capable of being a good listener. Despite being a bit headstrong, he was essentially the perfect student. He was dedicated. Had a strong desire. Eager to learn.
And he always looked up to Gohan.
Even under the water, Gohan shivered.
He shamefully had thought about it before, but he had put it in the back of his mind. It was because they were so close and they were always sparring together--Gohan couldn't resist thinking about it… at least, that's what his excuse was. He didn't want to admit that he was beginning to fantasize about being with his student--his very young, male student, at that.
Sometimes when they sparred, and Gohan's Saiyan blood began to race, his thoughts grew a bit heated. In those moments, Gohan often thought about using a bit more force than necessary--just enough to get on top of his student for a bit, to wrestle him, to grind his body against his own... but he always resisted it, for fear of crossing a line.
Sometimes he thought a bit more darkly--to simply act on his impulses, to push Trunks into the ground and remove his clothing and take him for himself. It was a terrible thought, but the Saiyan inside of Gohan was uncontrollable.
He would try to imagine how perfect Trunks would look, or how loud he would cry out as he was violated. However, despite how dark these fantasies got, they never went too far--at the end of these daydreams, Trunks always turned around and loved him in return.
Because no matter how dark the thought, Gohan still, in the end, cared deeply about Trunks. In fact, it was because he cared so much about the boy that he never did anything. The boy was already growing up faster than most children. Gohan wanted him to grow up normally.
He had bigger things to worry about anyways. Gohan’s eyes suddenly grew tired as he stared off into space, concerning thoughts about the androids lingering in his mind.
With a heavy sigh, Gohan tilted his head back, the warm water reaching to the roots of his hair. He wondered if it was too late for Trunks to have a normal life--the androids had already taken away so much from him. The thought saddened him so he pushed it aside.
Still, the face returned to him. He wondered what Trunks truly thought about him. Gohan liked to think that Trunks cared deeper than just as a student or friend, but there was no way to be sure.
As Gohan thought about what happened, his mind began to wander and his body seemed to respond.
He had to admit, he had fantasized more than once about Trunks' body laying on top of his. Even now, as Gohan looked back to earlier in the day, he could recall the scent of Trunks' sweat, the softness of the tips of his hair as it brushed against his own skin, as well as the heat between the two bodies.
He slipped his arm into the water, his hand reaching for his cock. He thought about their training, and the way his body responded to their spar. After spending all day fighting, Gohan's adrenaline raced, and he had felt heated and excited all day. Gohan held onto that desire as he lewdly stroked himself.
His thoughts began to race. He fantasized Trunks before him--imagined that the hand stroking his cock belonged to Trunks instead. He wondered about how soft those hands would be, yet untainted by the blood and roughness of battle, and wondered how it would feel in comparison to Gohan's callused and blistered hands.
He dreamt about Trunks going further--lowering his head in between his mentor's legs, loving his cock--kissing it tenderly and sticking the tip in his mouth--while in awe of his master’s body.
The water splashed as Gohan arched his back.
Yes, Gohan thought. He wanted Trunks to tenderly love his body--to desire it as much as he desired him. He wanted Trunks to be the one to give himself away--to turn around, get on his knees and offer his ass to him.
Gohan bit his bottom lip tightly, relishing the feel of his hand masturbating his cock, ignoring the annoying plipping sound of the water when he moved too suddenly, as he was lost in his erotic fantasies involving his pupil.
He thought about Trunks, moaning at the feel of his virginity being given away, crying in the sheer pleasure, climaxing as they made love in Gohan's head--and at the end of it all, as Gohan's hand stroked faster and his climax built, he imagined coming in Trunks' ass and having the boy come back for more.
And that was all he needed.
Gohan suppressed a moan as he came--strings of semen spilling out. Gohan's body shook with his orgasm until it settled down, and with a frustrated sigh and a sudden feeling of disgust, he drained the tub.
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