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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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A/N: This one took awhile to edit. I hope the length makes up for it. Rereading this, I notice that I tend to repeat the same words a lot… I apologize ahead of time.
There’s a fun scene at the end of the chapter. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.
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The androids were last spotted two days ago at 1:00pm out in the rural area beyond South City. Following the trail of recent attacks, it is possible that the androids might be closing in on the urban areas once again. Police officers and government officials are supplying households with necessary supplies and instructions in case of an attack. Citizens are encouraged to keep their radios and televisions on and listen for warnings. People are still recovering from the androids' last major attack, in West City, when a golden haired warrior--
Gohan flicked off the radio.
Shaking his head to himself, he stepped away from the breakfast he was preparing and trudged toward the bathroom, trying not to let the news get him in a bad mood. Days later, and still no real news of the androids and their whereabouts.
He took off his shirt in front of the mirror, examining the scars left on his back from his last fight with the androids.
Scars, nothing more. The skin was still tender and sore, but for the most part, the pain was gone. In time, he knew he might have to fight again.
He put his shirt back on and went to his parents' old bedroom, where he opened a drawer. The drawer was empty for the most part--ChiChi took a lot of their stuff when she went to move in with her dad. He found his father's old uniform and a small bag.
In the burlap bag was a single senzu bean.
Not yet. But soon, Gohan thought, and he shut the drawer.
He knew the time was coming. The androids were becoming more and more violent. The last time he fought off the two, he was pretty close to defeating them. He was a long way off, but he was getting stronger.
The bad thing is that the androids were beginning to sense it. They hadn't toyed with him as much last time--they nearly killed him. He would have to defeat them soon--both his life and the world was at stake.
He approached the guest room where Trunks was sleeping. He usually let the boy sleep in until breakfast was ready. He raised his hand to knock, but stopped for a moment, and reached for the handle instead.
He wasn’t sure what compelled him to do it, but he found himself walking right into the room.
Trunks was buried underneath a thick pile of blankets. Gohan cocked his head to the side curiously. Even the boy’s head was lost underneath the covers. The young man walked closer and peeled the blanket until the back of Trunks’ head was visible.
Gohan jumped when the boy stirred suddenly, turning to face him. Trunks was still fast asleep, and Gohan couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s peaceful face. Trunks looked really quiet when he was sleeping--a stark contrast to his usual jumpy and eager self. He also looked completely... adorable.
Gohan felt his face redden. He couldn’t help but think of how cute Trunks was, and suddenly he was reminded that he masturbated to the thought of his student the night before. Embarrassed, Gohan was ready to leave, when suddenly Trunks sat up.
The lavender-haired boy rubbed his eyes before turning and seeing Gohan. He jumped in surprise when he realized he had a visitor.
The two stared at each other for a moment before Gohan cleared his throat.
“Uh, breakfast is almost ready,” he said, before returning to the kitchen.
   After they finished their training for the day, Trunks showered and found Gohan sitting at the dining table, reading a book.
   “What are you reading?” Trunks asked, approaching Gohan. He took the seat next to Gohan and tried to peek at the pages.
   “Some notes, actually,” Gohan said. “I’ve been writing down all of the events concerning the androids.”
   Trunks raised his eyebrows. He had never thought of keeping track--he only thought of staying away and surviving.
   “How many days has it been since I’ve been here?” Trunks said, changing the subject. Gohan concentrated before answering. He had lost track as well.
   “Tomorrow, it’ll have been a full week.”
“I wonder how Mom is doing,” Trunks pondered idly.
When he looked at Gohan, he saw his mentor’s face fall.
Suddenly Gohan stood up, walking briskly toward the living room. Trunks' eyes followed him, surprised. When the radio flicked on, the boy understood what was going on. Normally Gohan had the radio on at all times, but today he had forgot to turn it back on.
--the city is hard at work to repair the damages caused by the androids--
It seemed like old news, and Gohan sighed a breath of relief, but was quickly shut down when the radio continued.
--the pair attacked West City once again, most of downtown was destroyed by their joint blasts--
Gohan's eyes widened. There was a loud noise behind him--he looked back to see Trunks standing, the chair fallen behind him.
"That's where Capsule Corp is! Mom!"
Trunks made a run for the door.
"Wait, Trunks!" Gohan started, but Trunks had already taken off and was flying through the air towards West City. "Damnit, Trunks, we don't know if it's safe!"
He chased after the boy, even knowing that there was no stopping him.
Gohan followed Trunks to West City. He could've stopped the boy at any point, but he decided that it was better to check out the city. During the journey, he kept an eye out for any threats that might have been lurking in the city. People were out moving around, trying to help the people trapped in the debris from the attack. Considering people were out in the open, Gohan assumed that the androids were gone.
Trunks landed on the street, running towards Capsule Corp. Gohan chased after him, and soon, he found himself in the heart of downtown.
The buildings were collapsed, but Capsule Corp. managed to stay intact. However, it was covered in rubble, blocking off most of the exits and windows.
"Mom!"
Trunks hurried to the building, removing the pieces of rubble from the main entrance. Gohan, following closely behind, pulled Trunks out of the way and fired a ki blast--reducing the rubble to dust. Trunks quickly entered in the code to access the building.
The two hurried inside, both of them calling for Bulma as they searched. Trunks' concern was quickly beginning to spiral into panic when suddenly, he turned a corner and nearly ran into a figure.
"Mom!"
"Trunks! What are you doing here?" Bulma exclaimed, grabbing her son by his shoulders. "I thought you were with Gohan!"
Gohan entered the room on cue. Bulma hugged each one in turn.
"We came when we heard the news!" Trunks explained. Even though he found his mother, he was still a bit too shaky and rattled to be completely relieved. He was genuinely worried that his mother had been hurt. "I'm so glad you're alright."
"It's happened before," Bulma said with a sigh. "I'm just glad that this time, there were no serious damages to the building. Can't say that everywhere else was as lucky..."
Bulma trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought. Suddenly she whipped around, glaring at Trunks.
"What were you thinking, coming back here?! You could've been attacked by the androids!"
Trunks shrunk under his mother's voice, but quickly gained back his confidence and shot back, "What else was I supposed to do?! We were worried!"
Bulma crossed her arms. "Don't get an attitude with me! You should have stayed where you were safe! Don't go running off into danger!"
Gohan noticed the identical expressions on Bulma and Trunks' faces and decided to step in.
"It's my fault Bulma. I was worried as well," Gohan said. Bulma stopped and looked at Gohan with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, I don't buy that for a second, kid. You'll have to come up with a better excuse than that,” Bulma said, scowling. She pointed a finger at Gohan’s chest. “Though I suppose I should blame you for not stopping him!”
“Mom!” Trunks protested. Gohan just rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly--he couldn’t exactly argue with her, considering he agreed.
With a more serious expression, Gohan added, “Do you know which way they went? It might not be too late to stop them.”
“You’re not seriously thinking of going after them, are you?!” Bulma exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock. Trunks clenched his fists.
“Let me go with you!”
“Trunks! No way! You’re staying here! Hell, you’re both staying here!” Bulma protested. “Those androids are dangerous, and you’re in no position to fight them, Gohan!”
That was where Gohan disagreed. Suddenly, his Super Saiyan form flared up, and his golden hair swayed underneath the forces of his own ki.
“Sorry Bulma. I have to check. I’ll be right back--Trunks, stay here.”
“Gohan!” Bulma cried, but the demi-Saiyan already shot off in the distance. Trunks ran to go after him but Bulma grabbed him by the back of his shirt. “Oh no you don’t! You’re staying here!”
“Argh! But Mom, he needs my help!”
“Trunks, you’re not going. We’ll just have to wait for him to come back,” Bulma said firmly.
Trunks gritted his teeth, his head turning in the direction that Gohan disappeared.
Please be safe.
   Gohan spent hours scouring the city in hopes of finding the androids. After no clues or signs, he had given up. By the time he returned to Capsule Corp., it was dark out. When he entered the building, he found Bulma sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee.
   Bulma didn’t turn her head when Gohan took the seat next to her. Instead, she continued to sip from her mug. Gohan folded his hands on the table, choosing to let Bulma speak first. He could tell she was tense, and knew that he had made her angry. Still, he didn’t run away.
   “I know what you’ve been doing behind my back--you’re training him,” Bulma said, breaking the silence. Gohan wasn’t sure what to say, so he let Bulma speak. She sighed heavily. “Just… why? Why my son?”
   “I never planned on it,” Gohan defended. “It was never my intention to do it. But when he asked me, I couldn’t refuse. Before they died, I spoke with the Z-Fighters. When things got bad, we all decided--”
   “So it was them?” Bulma cut in, her eyebrows furrowed. Gohan shook his head.
   “Even Vegeta thought it was best.”
   “Oh please. That hothead didn’t understand a single thing about raising kids.” Bulma huffed and rolled her eyes, though Gohan caught a small smile before she sipped her coffee.
   Gohan waited for a moment, clearing his throat before saying, “I want to keep training Trunks. I think he has a lot of potential to be the best.” Gohan’s eyebrows furrowed. “Besides, if anything happened and I wasn’t able to defeat the androids--”
   “Don’t talk like that,” Bulma cut in, her eyes widening in horror. Gohan shook his head, he had already thought about it numerous times. He thought about it each time a friend died, every time he trained, every time he stood up against those damned monsters. There was never a moment’s peace--he was constantly afraid, and driven, by the idea of failure.
   “Do you understand what I’m saying, though?” Gohan said, a stern expression on his face. “I need your permission. I want to train Trunks as much as a I can. Please let me take him in--at least for awhile--so I can improve his skills.”
   Bulma didn’t say anything for a long while. She played with her mug idly, swishing the last remnants of the coffee around in the cup.
   "So this is it, huh?" Bulma asked, staring into her cup. Gohan stayed quiet, staring at Bulma as she shook her head to herself. "They take my friends. They take my company. They take my city. And now they're taking my son?"
"Bulma, I'm going to fix this," Gohan said, his fists tightening. "I promise you, I--"
"It's okay, Gohan," Bulma interrupted, but Gohan knew it was a front.
"You should come with," Gohan reasoned. "The city isn't safe anymore. You'll be safe at my house--I'll protect you, and you and Trunks can be near each other while we train."
"No way," Bulma argued. Her tone was final. "My stuff is here--the remains of my company and my research.” She hesitated for a moment before adding, “You know, I've been coming up with something. It's a crazy idea, I know, but its plausible--"
"Bulma," Gohan said, his voice betraying his sadness. It had been awhile since the woman had heard him speak that way. "You can't stay here."
"No, Gohan. What I can't do is let my son, and my best friend's legacy, risk their lives while I sit in a cabin and not do anything. Believe me, Gohan, I think I'm finally onto something," Bulma said. "I'm staying."
A long moment passed between them. Gohan stared at the table, wondering how things could have possibly turned out this way. Finally, he heard a sniff, and he looked up. Bulma wiped a tear from her eye.
"Promise me you'll watch over him, won't you? Don't let anything bad happen to him. He's reckless, like his mother, and can be stubborn like his father," she said, the latter of her speech making her laugh a little. "And make sure you call often. The phone lines are still good so--"
"I promise," Gohan interrupted, and she covered her eyes.

He thought about the dead bodies.
He thought about the ruined buildings. The rubble underneath his feet. The fleeting ashes. He thought about his mother--how he missed her, how he was afraid for her, how he was angry he couldn't protect her.
There was a change in him that made him glow a little longer, but nothing that stook.
Trunks landed on his knees, breathing raggedly. He gritted his teeth.
"Why can't I do it?" He demanded, punching the ground. Gohan lifted the boy back on his feet, shoving a bottled water into his hand. "I feel it. The pure anger. I feel it. But I just can't turn into a Super Saiyan."
Gohan didn't say anything. It had been a long week and he had run out of encouraging words. He was tired, stressed, and frustrated. He knew it, and Trunks could sense it too. They were both feeling moody--especially after the latest attack.
Gohan wanted nothing more than to keep pushing it, but he knew that they weren't getting anywhere by overworking themselves, and so the two took a break. They sat amongst each other in silence, still mulling over the impossibility of their tasks.
Trunks couldn't get over the sights of the dead faces in his mind. He looked up tentatively at Gohan, wondering about the pain the young man must've felt when those dead faces were his friends, his mentors, and his own father. It was a pain that Trunks couldn't even imagine.
Gohan was honest but quiet, and didn't talk about himself a lot--only when Trunks prodded. He wondered if he knew the jet haired warrior as much as he liked to think he did--and he worried that they were more distant than he wanted to be.
Then again, how close did he want to be exactly? Trunks was still figuring that out. Sometimes when he was near Gohan, his heart would start to race and there was no stopping it. For the first time, he began to worry about how Gohan felt about him.
Trunks wondered whether or not to be honest with Gohan. He wasn't sure what to say--mostly because he hadn't quite determined what his own feelings were, but he felt he should at least tell him something. The longer he held in his emotions, the longer he felt like he was harboring a deep secret, and it itched and burned at him from the inside.
But along with the desire was the fear of misunderstanding. Trunks tried to remind himself that Gohan viewed him as family, and was also open-minded and kind. The worst he would do would be to turn him down--but it was that rejection that was seated most deeply in Trunks' fear.
As he thought this over, Gohan noticed the way the boy stared intensely at the ground, and asked, "Is there something bothering you?"
"It's nothing."
"You can tell me. Don't worry about it," Gohan tried to encourage. When the boy hesitated, he continued, "Is it about the androids?"
"No, that's not it," Trunks said, though he considered lying so Gohan wouldn't prod too far.
"Is it about your mom?"
"I miss her. But that's not--"
"Is it me?" Gohan asked, and he saw the flicker of concern in Trunks' gaze. "Am I pushing you too far? I know I probably haven't been too pleasant these past few days. I apologize. It's the androids. Sometimes, well--"Gohan sighed heavily"--they get to me."
Trunks' gaze lowered. Gohan was trying so hard to focus on the androids that Trunks' problems seemed like nothing in comparison.
"It must be hard," Gohan said. Trunks looked at the young man curiously. "I mean, growing up in this type of world. You never got to experience a life that didn't focus on surviving the androids. I've been fighting since I was young, I had my life threatened multiple times, but I had moments of peace and I grew up with family and friends. I can only imagine half of what you feel."
"That's not true at all," Trunks insisted, thinking, You've had it much worse than I had, Gohan. You lost everything. I don't remember my dad. I may not have a lot, but my family and friends are still around.
"Then what's really bothering you?" Gohan challenged. Even though his face was tired from the day's work, and still appeared stony and rough, Trunks could tell by his voice that he was genuinely concerned. Trunks took a deep breath.
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing," he admitted.
"Well, if you really don't want to tell me, I won't force you, but I promise not to laugh at you. You can tell me anything and I'll keep it a secret."
Trunks couldn't think of any good way to say it, and he had already come so far, so with a red face, he finally confessed: "Okay, so remember when I first tried learning to become a Super Saiyan? Well, when I woke up, I tried looking for you. I went into the forest and I, well, I found you and..."
Trunks trailed off, unable to finish. He didn't have to.
It took a moment of concentration and thinking back before it finally registered. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of the day and the need for relief, or perhaps it was because he was a bit embarrassed himself, but the laughter poured out of Gohan. Trunks looked up at Gohan, glaring a bit at the broken promise, but Gohan couldn't help himself.
"So that's why you avoided looking at me all this time. I thought I did something wrong," Gohan said, his laughter dying down a bit. He wiped his eye. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
Trunks wasn't sorry at all--he looked down, trying to hide his blush--but he decided to drop it and let Gohan play it off as a joke. He wasn't ready to admit his feelings yet.
"You're still young, so I didn't want to talk about it," Gohan confessed. He figured the more he talked about it, the more normal it would become, and then maybe Trunks wouldn't be flustered anymore. "I could be wrong, but I think Saiyans have... well, a unique sex drive. Saiyans are naturally and inherently aggressive fighters. All that time training and fighting had me, well," Gohan stopped, starting to get embarrassed himself.
It worked. Trunks did feel a bit more comfortable.
"Yeah, sorry," Trunks apologized.
"It's alright, don't worry about it," Gohan said, rubbing the back of his neck a bit anxiously. "I should learn to restrain myself a little better. It's just, well, difficult sometimes."
"You don't have to restrain yourself around me."
Gohan blinked. Trunks didn't seemed concerned about what he said, casually taking a sip from his water, leaving Gohan to wonder about the implications behind the boy's words--if there were any.
Perhaps he was beginning to overstep his boundaries.
Gohan's face deepened into a frown as he dropped onions into a pot, burying his face into his cooking despite the hot steam--as if trying to hide himself.
Trunks was still a boy. He experienced more things than adults had, and acted more mature than his age, but he was a boy nonetheless.
Gohan wanted nothing more than for Trunks to just grow up normally. He thought talking to Trunks about sex would help him grow normally, to have the conversation Gohan never had, but now Gohan began to wonder if he was corrupting the boy. It didn't help that Gohan was having strange, dark thoughts concerning the boy.
Gohan's face reddened at the thought. He had just masturbated thinking about the boy a few nights ago.
The demi-Saiyan stopped and reflected on himself. He thought about when he had sex--he was rather young himself. He stopped and blinked, thinking over the situation. He was probably around Trunks' age. And he had sex with an older male.
Gohan stuffed his face further into the pot so the steam would hide his blush. What am I thinking?! He berated himself. He reminded himself that he still regretted his decision concerning crossing over that line, and reminded himself that repeating the cycle would only mean that he was suffering from the incident.
Though, he wasn't suffering. At least, he didn't think he was. He didn't really regret the sex itself, moreso that it happened with a stranger in the heat of the moment. The more he thought about it, however, the more serious Gohan felt. He felt like he was trying to justify crossing a line with his student. And for what? Sex?
Trunks was young. He didn't have much of a choice if Gohan wanted to sleep with him. He would be easily pressured, would easily cave in. Gohan grimaced. He couldn't compare Trunks to himself--the boy was his own individual. Just because Gohan had sex when he was young, it didn't mean Trunks was okay with it. And it definitely didn't mean he was interested in guys.
The demi-Saiyan shook his head to himself once again. What was he thinking? Since when did this become about having sex with Trunks? Though it seemed ridiculous at first, Gohan stirred a bit. He couldn't deny that he was beginning to feel attracted to his young student. Perhaps they were spending too much time together, or perhaps their last conversation still had Gohan's hormones shaken up.
Gohan threw the lid on top of the pot, grabbing bowls out of the cabinets. With a determined look on his face, he promised himself that he would never try to think of Trunks in any indecent way ever again.
He may not have realized it, but Trunks really was getting better.
Sensing Gohan during their spars had become easier--though the experienced warrior was still leagues faster--and his strength had increased. He didn't always land a hit, but every punch and kick landed harder, and his ki blasts were more controlled.
Gohan was having a hard time concentrating that day, feeling a bit anxious, and the long day of nothing but sparring had been taking its toll. Trunks was tired too, but unlike Gohan, his determination was still driving him.
Finally, after Trunks' kick left Gohan stumbling backwards, the teen knew he had to speak up.
"You're just letting me win." It wasn't a taunt--it was a genuine concern. Trunks crossed his arms, giving Gohan an unforgiving look. "You're not even trying."
"Sorry," Gohan said, standing straight. "I'm not able to concentrate today."
"Should we stop?" Trunks asked, though the thought disappointed him.
For a moment, Gohan seriously considered it, but eventually shook his head. There was no point in ending Trunks' training because of him.
"I'll be fine. Let's just take a break."
As they sat in the grass, Trunks asked: "How come you never go Super Saiyan when we fight?"
"My powers become immensely higher when I'm a Super Saiyan," Gohan said, his expression hard. "It's too dangerous. You're not at that level yet."
"We should try it," Trunks said insistently, appearing excited. "Maybe it'll help push me into becoming a Super Saiyan myself!"
Gohan shook his head adamantly.
"No way. It's not worth that risk. You'll have to improve your skills a bit more before we get to that point," Gohan said. Trunks seemed to pout a bit, which Gohan responded with, "Why do you want to fight me as a Super Saiyan?"
"I'm not sure. I guess I've never seen you fight as a Super Saiyan before. I want to know what it's like to be that strong." Trunks stopped, thinking a few days back, when Gohan transformed and went flying in search of the androids. He had flown so fast, his eyes could barely follow the young man. He wanted to be that fast. "Maybe if you show me, I'll see how it's done."
Gohan frowned, unconvinced. Still, the boy seemed really excited over the idea. Gohan gave out a long sigh before taking a stance, and concentrating on his ki.
He had mastered his Super Saiyan form to a point where he could turn it on in an instant. His ki erupted, surrounding him in a glow that turned his hair golden and his eyes a pale blue.
Trunks just watched in awe. Gohan made it look so effortless.
"See if you can hit me," Gohan said, preparing to dodge. Trunks nodded in understanding, unable to help the smile that came as he accepted the challenge.
He soon learned that it was nearly impossible. Gohan dodged every kick, punch and ki blast like it was nothing. If Trunks didn't know any better, he could've sworn that his master could read his mind and predict all of his moves.
Meanwhile, as Trunks struggled to the point of frustration to keep up, Gohan felt like he was soaring. It wasn't since his last run-in with the androids that he had a chance to fight in his Super Saiyan form. He could feel the adrenaline rushing, the heat of his blood, and his ki pulsing throughout his body. The feeling was euphoric--he felt limitless.
It wasn't much longer before Trunks had fallen to his knees, drained of his energy. Gohan's dropped his form and let his student catch his breath, though he still felt like he was just getting started.
Gohan couldn't help but feel anxious after dropping his ki level. He returned to his normal self, drained of his inhuman powers and abilities. His idle self felt so heavy in comparison to his Super Saiyan form.
"Maybe we should call it a day."
"No way," Trunks said quickly. Despite the sweat rolling down his temple and the heavy breaths escaping him, the boy stood up straight with a grin on his face. "I want to try transforming again."
Gohan thought back. The last time Trunks had tried when he was this tired, he passed out.
"Trunks, it's best not to force it. It'll come to you when it comes to you," Gohan tried to reason.
"Let's just try it," Trunks protested. Gohan still felt reluctant--but deep down, he wished that Trunks would transform. If Trunks could become a Super Saiyan, their training would become so much easier.
So he caved, "Fine. Raise your ki as high as you can."
Raise your ki.
Maintain it.
Tap into your emotions.
Concentrate.
Let it out.
It was the same steps every time. But once it came to the final step, Trunks struggled. No matter how much rage or pain he had inside of him, it just wasn't enough to transform.
By the time his energy had escaped him, he felt so drained that he almost felt like he was going to pass out. Gohan handed him a water and sat next to him.
"I still can't do it. Nothing works."
"It won't happen overnight. Don't beat yourself up over it."
They sat for awhile as Trunks finished drinking. He turned to Gohan, who seemed spaced out. Trunks watched him for a moment, focusing in on Gohan's hand, which seemed to tremble.
"You okay?" Trunks asked.
He wasn't. He felt antsy. He wanted to run around, fly around, punch trees, pick up a mountain--something, anything. The Saiyan blood seemed to rush through him, seeking danger and excitement, and he couldn't shake off the feeling.
"I'm fine," Gohan said with a sigh.
"You don't seem fine," Trunks responded. He propped himself up on his knees so he could face Gohan at eye level. "You seem shaky."
"Sorry," Gohan said, avoiding eye contact. "Maybe I just need to be alone for a second."
Trunks tilted his head curiously. He noticed that Gohan's face was flushed red and he was breathing heavily. Trunks wondered if part of it was exhaustion. Without realizing it, his eyes slipped down, and even through Gohan's clothing, he noticed his mentor’s arousal.
His first instinct was to blush and look away. Then Gohan's words from earlier sunk into his head, I could be wrong, but I think Saiyans have... well, a unique sex drive.
This was what he meant. It finally made sense to Trunks, though he still had never experienced it himself. Instead of looking away, Trunks decided to be bold and ask, "Does it hurt?"
Gohan didn't have to ask what Trunks meant, and he scratched the back of his head as he tried to answer without completely embarrassing himself.
"Kind of," Gohan reluctantly admitted. Even though he tried to hide it, Trunks could tell he was embarrassed. "It's this Saiyan blood of mine. I just feel heated. I don't suppose you ever feel that way, huh?"
"Not sure," Trunks admitted.
Trunks could only half understand--even though fighting was terrifying, it was also exhilirating. The adrenaline rush was incredible. However--maybe it was because he was still young, but he had never got off on it.
"Is there anything I can do?" Trunks asked hesistantly. Gohan looked alarmed.
"No, I--I just need some time alone," Gohan stammered.
"Where should I go?" Trunks asked. "Back home?"
"Uh... yeah," Gohan eventually decided. He felt slightly ashamed. Why couldn't he control himself? He didn't even have enough restraint to make sure Trunks got home safely. He felt no better than a wild animal.
"Are you going to be okay by yourself?" Trunks asked.
"Yeah, it's fine."
Trunks reluctantly turned to leave. He even made it a few steps away before his will finally nagged at him. He didn't want to leave Gohan behind.
Gohan, face flushed, sat on the ground and looked down at his waist--his hand clenching and unclenching in anticipation. Trunks, though his gut twisted in nervousness, strode toward Gohan and kneeled between the young man's legs.
"Trunks--"Gohan began.
"Let me help you," Trunks insisted. As Gohan opened his mouth to argue, Trunks reached for Gohan's erection through the warrior's uniform. The illicit gasp slipped from Gohan's lips before he could contain it, and Trunks shuddered at the noise.
Gohan could no longer resist it. The heat and friction as the fabric rubbed against his cock felt too good. He knew it was wrong but he wanted to keep going.
Even though he had braced himself, Trunks still felt the heat rush to his face when Gohan lowered his pants. He pulled up his shirt just enough for Trunks to have room, and Trunks got a peek of the hard body he had admired so much.
Gohan used to train shirtless. And Trunks had seen it plenty of times before. And although he had always admired Gohan's body, he had never quite looked at it like this--with such desire.
Gohan's body was well developed--his muscles were chiseled. His torso looked strong, complete with an eight pack. Even the harder to train muscles, such as his obliques and deltoids, seemed to be compact. Trunks wasn't sure whether he should feel awe, envy or lust.
Gohan's naked erection hadn't helped. This part of his body was new to Trunks. And looking at it felt so forbidden that it was arousing. Trunks tried to suppress his arousal, not wanting Gohan to think he was doing this because he was perverted. He genuinely wanted to help his teacher.
"What should I do?" Trunks asked. Gohan noted that his student sounded a bit shy--something so unlike him, who was usually hotheaded and rash.
Several fantasies ran through Gohan's mind. But none that he dared to say out loud, much less act on them. He had already come too far--and only because he was desparate and at his weakest.
"Just stroke it," he breathed. Adding, "Please."
Trunks was a bit nervous, though also strangely excited, and his hands nearly trembled. But once he placed his hand on Gohan's cock, a long, throaty moan encouraged him.
He wasn't sure what he was doing. He only had his own experience with himself, and wasn't sure what Gohan would like. So he simply mimicked what he had seen Gohan do, back when he was in the forest alone. Stroking his cock up and down.
"You can hold it a little tighter," Gohan encouraged. Trunks' hands were light on his cock, and even though the sensation was nice, Gohan was too hard to deal with teasing.
So Trunks tightened his grip, noticing the visible change of pleasure in Gohan's face. He stroked Gohan a little faster, a little more confidently. Gohan's head tilted back as he moaned with pleasure.
"Shit, Trunks, your hand feels great."
Seeing his master so wrought with pleasure really turned Trunks on. His own cock was fully erect, straining underneath his clothes. Trunks watched Gohan, blushing a deep red--but ultimately unable to take away his gaze, focusing in on the older demi-Saiyan with an almost sick obsession.
Gohan felt heat flood throughout his body. He never expected anything to feel this good. He glanced down at Trunks, noticing that his pupil was also turned on.
"What's this? Are you hard too?" Gohan said, reaching to cup Trunks' erection. Trunks jumped at the contact.
"Ah, no," Trunks quickly responded, embarrassed by Gohan's teasing. He seemed to sulk a bit, his face red from the humiliation of being found out--but Gohan didn't care. If anything, it only turned him more.
Gohan stroked Trunks through the fabric of his clothes. Trunks gasped at the contact, shuddering--he was so hard and, even through the clothes, Gohan's hand felt sinfully good.
Gohan pulled Trunks up to his knees and undid Trunks' belt and pushed the boy's clothing down. Gohan reached for Trunks' cock, stroking it at a reasonable pace. Trunks had never felt anything like that before, much less from another man's hand. It was an unbelievable feeling--his body shook with ecstasy and Trunks could feel his blood rushing through him.
"Here," Gohan said, pulling Trunks closer to his body. Trunks suddenly felt shy as he was brought into Gohan's strong, warm arms--Trunks could even swear that he felt his heart skip a beat. Gohan lined up his body with Trunks and began to stroke their cocks together with his hand. Trunks moaned loudly as his member pressed against Gohan's, as both were stroked repeatedly.
Trunks' body soon turned into a pile of mush. He found himself supporting his body by holding onto Gohan's shoulders--his hips bucking with pleasure as his dick grinded between Gohan's hand and cock. He rested his head on Gohan's, breathing heavily, their breaths seemed to intermingle.
Then he felt it.
Gohan's lips pressed against Trunks and time seemed to have frozen for a moment. Rough lips pressed against his, a tongue parting his mouth open as Gohan tasted the younger demi. Trunks had never been kissed before--at least not like this. He found himself moaning into the kiss, heat flushing his face.
He didn't have time to be excited over his first kiss. Trunks broke the kiss when waves of pleasure began to rush through his body. He felt a tight feeling in his lower body, before he finally let go--shaking and crying out as an orgasm ripped through him and spilt his seed.
Trunks panted heavily, eventually falling out of Gohan's grasp. He looked at the mess on himself and noticed that Gohan was still hard and felt embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Gohan. I-I didn't mean to finish before you--"
"No," Gohan said, cutting him off. "That was hot. Just kiss me again--I can finish."
Trunks blinked in surprise, still in disbelief that this was real life, and at the frank words he never expected to hear come from his teacher's lips. He tentatively leaned in toward Gohan, who closed the gap. Gohan moaned, his lips humming against Trunks, as the older jerked off.
Trunks could feel Gohan's tongue gliding across his lips. Trunks meekly returned the kiss, slipping his tongue into Gohan's mouth. Gohan moaned once more into the kiss, moving his hand faster.
They were like that for a few delicious moments until, finally, Gohan reached his orgasm. He gritted his teeth and let out a low, guttural growl as he came-his hips moving in time with the waves of his orgasm.
Gohan stayed still, trying to recollect his breath after his climax. Trunks looked up at his mentor--saw the bangs in his eyes, the sweat on his brow--and he felt himself blush once again. He was in awe of how beautiful Gohan was.
"Gohan, I--"Trunks wasn't sure what he wanted to say, he had just opened his mouth to start speaking but Gohan had quickly silenced him by kissing him on his temple.
"I'm sorry, Trunks."
Trunks wondered what Gohan meant, but the older warrior started to clean up. He stayed quiet as he cleaned himself up as well, wondering why Gohan apologized.
He didn’t feel sorry at all.
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