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A/N: Sorry about the wait! This chapter is 25 whopping pages. As a warning, this chapter is a bit darker than the ones previous, and the rest of this story will carry a darker tone until the end.

Lemon is at the end of the chapter.
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Trunks flung up in bed, gasping.
The room was a blur. His eyes moved around wildly until the shapes became familiar--the desk, the shelf, the closet. Soon his breathing steadied out, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Just a nightmare, he told himself, sighing in relief. He frequently had nightmares as a child, but ever since he witnessed the attack on Pepper Town, they started coming back. Then when West City was attacked, the dreams just got worse.
Inside the dream. Outside the dream. In the end, there were nightmares everywhere.
Trunks laid back down, still feeling uneasy. He wondered briefly what his mother was up to. The last attack left him more and more worried about her safety--it seemed like the androids frequented West City pretty often. It had been quite a few weeks since he had seen her.
He took a deep breath before turning on his side. He glanced at the window. The sun had just begun to rise. It was too early to get up--but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to fall back asleep. With a heavy sigh, he rolled out of bed, and decided to start his day.
Once the sun had fully risen, Gohan awoke. At first he thought he was dreaming it, but as he got up, he realized that there were definitely some noises going on in the house. He got dressed and went out into the living room, finding that the radio was already on, and Trunks was already sitting on the couch.
“You’re awake early,” Gohan noted. He was usually the first to rise. The dark-haired man took a glance at the clock hanging on the wall, thinking that he might have overslept.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Trunks replied. The boy tried to sound nonchalant but Gohan noticed the troubled look in his eyes. Gohan glanced over at the radio. When Trunks first arrived at the Son household, he never paid attention to airwaves. Now, it seemed like he was just as anxious as Gohan.
   Out there in the countryside by himself, the radio always felt like his connection to the outside world. Lately, he was just using it as a means to keep track of the androids. Just listening to it felt like work--every bit of news was more stressful than the last. Gohan wondered if his bad habit of obsessing over it was beginning to rub off on Trunks.
   “Anything interesting?” he said, nodding toward the machine. Trunks shrugged.
   “Doesn’t seem like it. Same thing as usual.”
   Gohan ate breakfast and instructed Trunks to get ready. It seemed like they were finally going to train together again--causing Trunks to ponder if things had gone back to normal. It was strange. Trunks never would have thought the events from the other day--he blushed at the memory--would turn things back around. Especially since it seemed to be the opposite of what Gohan wanted.
Trunks was still no closer to figuring out Gohan's feelings for him. Though, at this point, it felt like Gohan was becoming more comfortable with him.
You're the only one who understands me.
The words were engraved in Trunks' mind, and he scowled at the thought.
I don't understand you at all, Gohan.
Suddenly Gohan spoke up:
"Perhaps a visit is overdue."
Trunks looked at Gohan curiously.
“Its been awhile since you’ve been home, right? Last time we went to West City, it had just been attacked, and you’ve been with me ever since. I’m sure Bulma would want to see you too.”
“But what about our training?”
Gohan shrugged. “We won’t stay too long. Besides, I actually need your mom’s help. My weights got destroyed.”
Trunks blinked, remembering his mother’s work on developing those weights. They had settings where the weight would increase and decrease depending on the settings. The weights were, by no means, flimsy. When his mother was toying around and testing out the prototype’s settings, the weight of it broke through her lab table and survived.
“How did they get destroyed?”
“Its not important,” Gohan said, remembering how he had blasted the machine out of anger. He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Either way, I think just stopping by would help both of us out.”
Trunks couldn’t deny that he was eager to see how his mother was doing, so he agreed with Gohan’s plan.
"We'll train today, and then we'll head out tomorrow. Let's train extra hard to make up for it, okay?"
Trunks smiled, accepting the challenge. "Alright."
He saw the flashing lights of police cars and ambulances, but the sounds of the sirens were muted--nothing but a distant memory of their cries filled in the blanks.
The whole world was silent, but there was panic tightening his chest. He raced through the city, the dust flying up in clouds, the bodies crushed underneath rubble.
The streets that he grew up on were ruined. A broken hydrant flooded the roads. The pavement was cracked, deep fissures carved into the concrete. The stores and houses were unrecognizable save for the scattered pieces.
He saw the blood running into the sewers. The fires in the distance. When he finally looked down, he found a teddy bear. He wondered who it belonged to. He was scared to find out.
When he walked further, the ground slipped underneath him. He tripped, falling into an abyss. As he fell, he saw their faces--cold, machinelike, their eyes empty as their faces were twisted in a grin.
The panic set inside him. It was them. It was the--
Trunks jumped awake.
He sat up, barely breathing. His chest felt tight, suffocating, and he inhaled deeply. He glanced down at his hands and saw the way they trembled and shook. Finally, he squeezed his eyes shut, reminding himself that it was just a dream.
A single though pervaded his mind:
I can't do it.
He felt terrified. The window outside was pitch black--it was still nighttime. The lights were out. Everything seemed dark. He willed himself to get up, to turn on the lights. He rationalized that once he did, everything would be okay again.
But he wouldn't move an inch.
I can't do it.
The distance between the bed and the light switch seemed like the size of an ocean. As he stood, the weight on his feet felt too heavy, and his legs felt like jelly when he stood. In the middle of that ocean, he was buoy--swaying to stay above the surface.
Is this what it would feel like to stand before the androids?
He felt breathless.
I can't.
He willed himself forward, pressing against the wall, and finally switching on the light. He glanced behind him, as if expecting something to be lurking there, but there was nothing. It brought no relief to his anxiety.
He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His heart still rattled against his chest, but he contained himself. With another deep breath, he finally opened his eyes.
It was just another dream.
But it wasn't, not really. The memories were there--that day when Pepper Town was destroyed. Except this time, it was West City that had faced the same destruction.
They were there too. The ones behind it all. He had never seen them in person, but he had seen them in photos and knew what they looked like. Still, he had never expected their faces to horrify him like they had in his nightmare.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against them. Not like this--not when memories of their destructive powers horrified him so.
Why am I here?
He wasn't a Super Saiyan. He was a kid. He liked training with Gohan but lately, he just felt like a nuisance.
Trunks felt his heart twist. He was losing his drive.
He left the room to get a drink of water. His legs felt wobbly the entire time, and his hand still shook as he held the glass. He finally sat down on the couch, legs pulled up to his chest, and listened to the wind brush against the windows.
Not even a minute later, the sound of a door opening broke the silence. Gohan came trudging into the living room, rubbing his eyes.
"I thought I heard you. What are you doing up?" he asked, forcing back a yawn.
Trunks was quiet for a moment, contemplating his words. He was worried about telling Gohan the truth of his feelings. Finally, he sighed.
"I want to try going Super Saiyan again."
"Right now?" Gohan asked, blinking. That seemed to wake him up a bit. Trunks nodded, feeling more determined after he had said it.
"Yeah. I do."
Gohan knew that there was more to it than that--Trunks was deeply troubled, that much was certain. However, if testing his Saiyan side's abilities had the potential to help ease Trunks' worries, Gohan was willing to play along.
The young man nodded.
"Alright."
Gohan stood some distance away, watching Trunks from afar. Out of Trunks' training thusfar, this was definitely the highest Gohan had felt his ki.
The power emanating from the boy shook the ground beneath him. The edge of the cliff he stood on trembled and slowly etched away from the force of his energy.
"Tap into your anger, Trunks. Let it out."
Gohan encouraged Trunks the best he could, but in reality, he was already certain that Trunks finally had it. He was finally ready to become a Super Saiyan.
And sure enough, it was there--a bright flash of light and a cry that pierced the night, and for a brief moment in time, Trunks' hair turned golden. But as soon as it came, it disappeared, and Trunks fell to his knees.
"You did it!" Gohan exclaimed. He came to Trunks' side--the teen was still trying to catch his breath. He was genuinely excited and proud of Trunks, and it showed through. Trunks felt a bit sheepish.
"Thanks," he said. "I wasn't able to keep it up though... I'm not sure if it counts for anything."
"You're getting there," Gohan said, smiling. "And that's what matters."
Gohan's excitement was contagious, and despite his exhaustion, Trunks smiled too.
While Trunks tried to recharge, the two sat with their legs hanging over the precipice. The lake sat below them, illuminated by the moonlight. It was a little too cool that night--the wind was a bit unforgiving. But after the workout Trunks put into turning into a Super Saiyan, everything seemed to feel just right.
"So what happened?" Gohan asked suddenly. Trunks looked up. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to... I understand that it's personal, but I'm still curious. What finally pushed you over?"
Trunks concentrated. What pushed him over?
"Fear, I guess."
Gohan didn't say anything but Trunks elaborated anyways, ready to finally get it off his chest.
"I've been having these crazy dreams lately--I dream that West City is destroyed by the androids. Really destroyed. There's nothing left--just destruction and flames. When I wake up, I just feel filled with fear. Ever since the last attack, I've just been so worried. I think about mom all the time--I wonder if she's truly safe. I think about the places I grew up, and my neighbors, and all the familiar streets and buildings... and I wonder what would happen if all of those things were just gone."
"I understand," Gohan finally said. Trunks looked him in the eyes.
"How do you deal with it?"
"With anger. I want to defeat the androids. I want to use my strength, my fear, my anger, to make this world safe again." Gohan trailed off, staring into space as he thought to himself. "Sometimes, I feel completely hopeless to do anything. I've been entrusted with the task of defeating the androids for almost fourteen years and I still haven't accomplished my goal."
Completely hopeless. Trunks stared down at the lake, watching his reflection waver in the water. Maybe he understood Gohan better than he thought he did.
He looked over at Gohan, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. You're the only one that understands me. He hoped that Gohan had truly meant what he said. The idea that he--and only he--could have a connection with Gohan that no one else understood made Trunks feel special.
Gohan caught Trunks staring. The boy jumped in response.
"Do you want to head back?" Gohan finally asked.
Trunks nodded quickly.
The two stood up, and without even thinking about it, Trunks stood on the tips of his toes to plant a kiss on Gohan’s cheek.
"Sorry," Trunks quickly apologized, when Gohan looked surprised.
"It's alright," he said, and that was all.
The two headed back to the house. Trunks felt more awake than ever, but it was still late at night, and sleeping was the only option. Before they parted ways to go to sleep, Gohan spoke up.
"Don't be afraid to talk to me about that sort of thing," he said. Trunks diverted his eyes--he knew that Gohan was talking about their conversation from earlier.
"Do you get them too?"
"Not dreams, no. I did in the beginning," Gohan said softly, his eyes seeming to be lost in thought. "But after awhile, they went away--yet sometimes, even now, I think about them when I'm awake."
Dread began to etch at the corners of Trunks' heart.
"Do you think mine will ever go away?"
"Hopefully we'll get rid of the problem, and you'll never have to think such thoughts again," was Gohan's response. Trunks didn't say anything, but he did feel a certain sense of importance. He remembered his mission to defeat the androids, and it felt more personal now.
When Trunks laid in bed, he spent several minutes tossing around. He tried different positions, tried adjusting the pillows and blankets, but he just couldn't get comfortable. He was too awake.
In the silence of the night, his mind drifted.
Even after his accomplishment, fear nagged at him until finally, he got up. He let his feet carry him until he finally found himself standing in front of Gohan's bedroom door.
He placed his hand on the cool door for a moment, his mind lost in the silence of the house.
Trunks raised his hand to knock but stopped himself. Even though Gohan had offered to listen, it still didn't feel right talking about it. Trunks felt more comfortable bottling it in.
There were additional factors to consider. It was in the middle of the night--it'd be rude to interrupt his master's sleep twice. Plus, he didn't want to burden Gohan with his problems.
Trunks rested his head against the doorway, lowering his fist. He closed his eyes, wishing that there was no doorway between them.
As if magic, the door suddenly opened, and Gohan was standing there. Trunks blinked in surprise and Gohan quickly answered, "I could sense you standing out here."
"You're awake?" Trunks asked. Gohan raised his eyebrows.
"I should be the one asking that. Shouldn't you be exhausted? What's wrong?"
Trunks lowered his gaze. As he stared down, his eyes fixed on on Gohan's hands. Large, strong--Trunks wished that he could feel those hands.
Trunks looked up, unsure of what to say. He stared at Gohan; hoping that the older demi-Saiyan would be able to understand what he needed, even if he didn't fully understand it himself.
"Can't sleep?"
Trunks nodded.
"Do you want me to make you some tea?"
Trunks didn't say anything. Gohan looked away, and though it was still dark in the house, Trunks couldn't help but think that Gohan looked a bit uncomfortable.
"What is it?" Trunks asked when Gohan diverted his eyes.
"If you don't need me for anything, we should try to go back to sleep," Gohan said, avoiding Trunks' question. Gohan turned to shut the door, but Trunks stopped him.
"Gohan, I'm afraid something will happen to you," Trunks blurted out before the door shut. Gohan stopped. "I think about it in my dreams. I'm scared about losing a lot of people, but you, Gohan--"Trunks paused and changed his words. "Gohan, I care about you a lot. I wish I understood how you felt."
"Sorry, I'm sure I've been confusing you," Gohan replied. His expression was heavy with guilt and sympathy. "I care about you a lot, Trunks, but I don't really understand my feelings either. You know just about as much as I do."
"Are you still afraid of getting close to me?" Trunks asked.
Gohan's expression was visibly torn. Trunks initially feared that the answer was yes, but he soon realized that Gohan's feelings were probably more complex than that.
In that moment, Trunks decided his feelings would forever be unchanged. Whether Gohan liked him, didn't like him, or was stuck in between, Trunks would forever value Gohan as one of the most important people in his life.
He stood up straight and leaned up against Gohan, kissing him once again. It was brief, but the sensation of their lips brushing against one another was more than enough to keep Trunks satisfied. When he pulled away, Gohan had a strange expression on his face.
"What is it?" Trunks asked.
"Nothing," Gohan said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's just--well, I can't figure out how I feel about you, but I do know that coming to my bedroom in the middle of the night and kissing me... well..."
Gohan didn't have to say anything more--Trunks understood.
He invited himself into Gohan's room.
   They arrived in West City around noon. The city seemed to be in much better shape than what Trunks had last recalled--most of the damage had been cleaned up and repairs had started. Trunks felt certain relief--especially considering the dreams he had been having, he had assumed the worst.
   Bulma was incredibly excited to see him, even capturing him in a bear hug. Gohan had laughed until Bulma had done the same to him.
   “Man, I hardly get to see you anymore--my own son,” Bulma said, playfully shaking Trunks’ shoulder. She invited the two into Capsule Corp, which seemed to have been repaired as well. Trunks kept his mouth shut--he kept his training a secret from Bulma, unaware that his mother already knew what he was up to.
   “The city is looking better,” Gohan commented as Bulma sat them down in the kitchen, grabbing them drinks.
   “Yeah, though I’m afraid its a little emptier. A lot of people had their homes destroyed and can’t afford to rebuild. A lot of people are escaping to the countryside, where the androids are less attracted.”
   Bulma sat down at the table, handing each of them tea. She rested her chin on her hand, giving out a long, heavy sigh.
"Maybe I'm just imagining it, but I feel like things are getting worse,” she said, closing her eyes. “You can’t listen to the radio or watch television without emergency PSAs on the androids. Those two monsters are always up to something new. There’s always someone being terrorized.”
Trunks glanced at Gohan worriedly, but the older demi-Saiyan didn't say a word. His mentor's expression was unreadable.
Later, Gohan talked to Bulma about the training weights. She agreed to remake them which would take about a day, and insisted that they both stay the night. Gohan expected it would take some time, but sitting around had become foreign to him.
When he had time to himself, he thought about what Bulma had said. He, too, suspected that the androids were becoming more violent. The more he thought about it, the more it bothered him.
Since he had started training Trunks, he wanted to wait until they could take on the androids together. However, the boy's behavior was beginning to disturb him. He wondered if Trunks was strong enough to take on the androids. He was on the edge of becoming a Super Saiyan, but at what costs? The price of his sanity?
It was getting to the point where Gohan was beginning to doubt that Trunks would have the resolve and courage to fight the androids once he faced them. He couldn't afford to have the teen crack under pressure--doing so would risk both of their lives.
The more Gohan thought about it, the more disheartened he became. He didn't want Trunks to end up like him.
He was running out of time. Time before the androids ran out of control. Time before he lost Trunks altogether. With that thought in mind, Gohan clenched his fist.
He made his decision.

Trunks woke up and found his mom sitting in the kitchen with a coffee in one hand and a notebook in the other. The notebook was riddled with intricate formulas that Trunks didn't recognize--even though his mother had taught him plenty about math and science.
Sitting on the table were Gohan's weights, brand new and fully programmed.
"You finished," Trunks noted. After his mother nodded proudly, he asked, "Did you tell Gohan yet?"
"Yup," she answered after taking a sip.
"I'm surprised he hasn't tried them out already," Trunks said, reaching for a chair.
"He's going to test them out when he gets back."
Trunks stopped, looking at her curiously.
"When he gets back from what?"
Bulma gave a vague explanation that didn't settle Trunks' question. The boy left, catching Gohan leaving the guest room just as he had finished packing up.
"Where are you going?" Trunks asked.
Gohan knew if he told the truth, it would only prompt being followed by Trunks. He began to head for the exit.
"Don't worry about it. I just have a few personal things I need to take care of. I'll be back soon."
"How soon?"
"I'm not sure. But I promise it’ll be real soon."
Trunks frowned--he wasn't stupid. He knew that Gohan was up to something, especially with the way he dodged his questions. Still, Trunks couldn't figure out the reasoning behind it.
"Take care of yourself. Watch over Bulma and the rest of West City while I'm gone."
"What am I going to do if the androids arrive?"
"You won't have to worry about that," Gohan said.
Gohan nodded, as if agreeing with his own words. As long as things played out the way they were supposed to, there wouldn’t be any need to worry.
Not anymore.
   He kept the senzu bean tucked in a bag inside his pocket. It felt strange carrying it around after so long--it felt like a memento of a past life, a life before the androids.
   He started his search by following the radio broadcasts. The last sighting of the androids was in a small town in the countryside. He searched signs of damage, interviewed witnesses, and followed the trails from town to town.
After awhile, it began to seem hopeless. The signs were inconsistent. The witnesses all had different stories. The trails branched off into separate directions. Still, Gohan was determined. He wouldn't stop searching until the androids were found.
He finally had a stroke of luck when he found a witness who had seen the androids the same day. The witness's car had been stolen by them and just barely escaped with his life. He handed over his license plate number to Gohan.
Adrenaline racing, Gohan flew off.
ATY-219.
He found the car parked outside of a roadside diner. When he went inside, no one was to be found. If the inside hadn't been trashed, Gohan would have assumed he had lost his lead.
"Where are the androids?" Gohan demanded. Sitting against the counter, a woman was shaking terribly. She looked like she was in shock--it couldn't have been too long since their visit.
"The androids?"
Gohan looked up at the source of the voice. A sweaty grill cook stuck his head out of the kitchen door.
"Ya just missed 'em."
"Where are they? What direction did they go in?" Gohan asked frantically.
"Why the hell wouldja want to know that for? It's best to just hide."
"Just tell me.”
"Have it your way. They went in that direction!" A patron got out from his hiding spot underneath a table, pointing south. Gohan didn't waste a moment--he went running out the door.
For awhile he was afraid that he lost them, but as he flew further south, he noticed a clearing in the forests that stood along the roadside. There was no way the clearing was natural--the trees were collapsed. As Gohan flew closer, he spotted a figure.
Gohan landed quickly. Standing before him was the female android, 18. The android didn't even flinch as Gohan landed before her. The demi-Saiyan glanced around, surveying the area. He was unable to detect the androids' ki since they were lifeless, so he had to resort to his eyesight. Android 17 was nowhere to be found.
"Who are you?" 18 asked.
If the female android was the only one there, that greatly increased Gohan's chances of success. Two would be a challenge, but one he'd be able to handle.
With that in mind, he'd have to settle this quickly before the Android 17 arrived.
A flash of light and Gohan transformed, his newly blue eyes staring icily at the android before him. A spark of recognition passed through her pupiless eyes.
"Oh I see. Well, that's a little more familiar," she commented, a wry smile crossing her face. "Although I'm afraid if you're looking for Round 2, my brother's not here. He's too busy throwing a tantrum. The staff at the diner pissed him off."
"How about you go a round with me until he gets back?"
"In this outfit?" she said, sounding amused. She placed a hand on her hip, scoffing lightly. "No way. This is new."
"Yeah? And how many shop owners did you have to threaten to get that new outfit?" Gohan tried to restrain the anger in his voice, but there was no helping it. The rage was singing in his veins, thirsty for vengeance.
"I don't threaten dead men," she said, smiling. Gohan visibly bristled, only encouraging a bit of laughter. "Look, you've got the wrong android. My brother is the troublemaker, not me."
"That doesn't excuse a single thing that you've done!" Gohan roared, the golden ki around him erupting. "I won't stop until both of you are destroyed!"
Enough small talk. She's on her own--now is the chance! Finish this now! Gohan told himself. With that thought in mind, he flew toward the android at top speed. She didn't even flinch, jumping out of arms' reach.
Gohan didn't hesitate, skidding to a quick halt and ensuing a chase.
"You're faster than when we last met," Android 18 noted, as she just barely dodged a ki blast. "Now that I think about it, you gave us quite the hard time when we last ran into you, no? Even my brother was beginning to lose his patience."
Gohan ignored her, though every word that came out of her mouth dug into him. Last time he had lost miserably. This time, however, he would not let it happen.
Gohan managed to corner the android near a cliff, throwing a barrage of lightning-quick punches. The first one landed but with a flash of speed, Android 18 maneuvered herself out of the way. She spun around, landing a high kick on Gohan's shoulder.
The blunt pain hurt, but with a roar, Gohan shot a large ki blast in the android's direction. He saw her eyes widen drastically as the blast hit her point blank.
The force of the blast erupted the area. When the dust settled, the android still stood, though her body and clothes were cut up. Her arms were raised from blocking the attack, and when she lowered them, an expression mirroring annoyance crossed her face.
"This is exactly why I didn't want to fight," she grumbled, brushing dust off her jacket. "Guess I'll have to rip apart a few new shopkeeps."
She spoke sarcastically, but Gohan knew she was only half joking.
"So what's the deal anyway? This isn't the first time I've run into you. Are you just a total hothead?" she asked.
Gohan ignored her, racing in and throwing a barrage of punches. She managed to avoid and block most of them--impressive, considering her state.
She jumped out of range, issuing yet another chase.
"Yup. Total hothead."
She laughed as she ran, her voice getting lost in forest as he chased her through the trees.
"You can't escape me! You'll pay for what you've done!" Gohan shouted after her.
"Correction: hothead with a hero's complex. Ugh, people like you make me sick!"
She seemed to have come out of nowhere--flying out of the trees with a kick ready.
Even though he was caught off guard, Gohan quickly recovered. He blocked the kick, then grabbed her by the ankle--tossing her with tremendous strength through the forest.
The strength of his Super Saiyan form sent her flying through several acres of trees. Gohan chased after her, finally finding her collapsed near the road. Gohan approached her cautiously.
18 struggled to sit up, looking up at Gohan with a hateful gaze. She was beat up pretty badly, and Gohan knew he had her.
She stood up before Gohan could get any closer. The two engaged in combat for awhile--and while Gohan got a few hard hits himself, 18 was ultimately losing.
Finally, he struck her hard enough to send her flying into the ground. She looked pale and ragged.
"What the hell happened?" she hissed. "You were not this strong before."
Gohan didn't bother to answer, he approached her confidently. It was over--he was sure of it. She was too drained to stand up, and she trembled as he grew nearer.
Before she could escape, he grabbed her her by her collar, hoisting her up. He prepared a ki blast. This is it. Its over.
His warrior blood was singing. He was worn down, and it was long overdue, but victory was finally in his grasp.
But before he could do anything, a voice spoke up.
"Hey! Not so fast."
Gohan didn't turn--he recognized the voice. As he glanced out of the corner of of his eye, he caught a glimpse of long dark hair, and knew what he had run into.
Android 17. Of course it wouldn’t be that simple.
"You can't stop me, Android! This is over!" Gohan declared, his ki rising. 18 struggled against his grip.
Gohan knew the minute 17 took a step, 18 would be wasted. But to his surprise, the android didn't say a thing. In fact, the teen boy seemed to smirk.
Gohan said nothing when 17 raised his arm to his side, though it confused him. 17 wasn't pointing his palm at Gohan--rather, he pointed it alongside the road.
"Hey, I wonder--exactly how fast are you?" An arrogant smirk crossed the android's face. "Not fast enough to kill my sister and block an energy beam, I bet."
Gohan blinked, at first confused--but then suddenly it made sense.
The road led directly toward a village of people--he remembered passing it in his pursuit of the androids. For the first time in that battle, Gohan found himself breaking into a cold sweat.
He was so close. Gohan's fist trembled for a moment--his morals wavering. The sacrifice of a village for the sake of killing an android. The cost of the many for the cost of the few. It was so tempting, but still.
Gohan dropped the android.
Android 18 quickly got up, joining her brother by his side. Gohan tensed when he saw the two of them, standing side by side.
If they tag teamed, Gohan would be done for. He could handle one android, but two? He was already so exhausted. His muscles were shaky and his skin burned from the heat of his surrounding ki. He couldn't imagine doing the same battle over again.
"Tired?" Android 17 spoke up, noticing his rival's heavy breathing. Gohan glared at him. "I don't feel like fighting someone who's halfway into a grave. Why don't you take a breather and we finish this some other day?"
The offer was tempting--but Gohan would rather die fighting than play by the androids' rules. Aside from that, he had already come so far. He was already practically one android down.
"No. We finish this today."
"You're fun," Android 17 suddenly responded. Gohan's eyes widened.
"Is this just a game to you?!" Gohan barked. The android shrugged.
"It might be. Though by the looks of my sister's wounds, it seems like you're almost done playing." The android paused for a moment, a wicked smile suddenly crossing his face--striking fear right into Gohan's core. "And hey, maybe I am too. Rest up. Get better. And once you're all set and ready, and you decide you want an early death, come find us. No more fun and games--next time we meet, we'll finish this once and for all."
Gohan suddenly collapsed to his knees, his energy fully drained, the gold flickering on and off.
Damnit, Gohan cursed himself.
Android 17 just smiled.
"Next time," he said.
With a loud sound that shattered the sky, an energy blast erupted from the android's outstretched arm. The earth rumbled from underneath its path, tearing up the ground and roots and everything in between. There was a brilliant flash of light--nearly blinding--but Gohan could not even close his eyes in time as everything in the path of the blast was destroyed in a single instant.
He could barely fathom what happened at first, simply staring in open mouthed shock at the demolished road, landscape, and the town past the horizon. All of it was left in smoke. But when he came to, the anger came through him, reigniting his Saiyan wrath. He flew at the dark-haired android, swinging a fist--but he was too slow in his weakened state.
18 mustered up an extra bit of strength, blasting Gohan right in his middle, knocking him into the ground.
   Being back home brought back a lot of memories for Trunks--after spending a few days at home, it felt like nothing had ever changed. The only difference was that Gohan was on his mind almost all of the time.
It had been over a week since Trunks had returned home. His mother spent more time being locked up in her lab than what he remembered, but aside from that, nothing had changed.
Trunks found himself anxious most of the time--he didn't have the freedom of running around like he did when he was with Gohan. He was constantly moving around, drumming on objects, and sitting was impossible.
He wanted to go back to training--but Gohan hadn't returned yet. He wondered where his mentor went and when he would return--it had been a few days. During that time, part of him wondered if Gohan had something exciting in store for their training. The rest of him worried that Gohan had given up altogether.
Trunks sat by the window waiting, as if expecting Gohan to arrive out of the blue. He sensed his mother standing behind him but didn't say anything until she spoke up.
"Still not back, eh?" she said, as if reading his mind.
"Nope," Trunks said. He sunk in his seat, tearing his eyes away from the window.
Bulma twiddled with the cigarette in her hand for a moment, a mixed expression on her face.
"I hope that boy hasn't gone looking for trouble again," she said with a long sigh. Trunks felt his stomach turn.
"Yeah," he responded quietly. "Same."
Gohan arrived unexpectedly at Capsule Corp., the only hint of his previous whereabouts being his exhausted expression. He had healed from most of his cuts and scrapes from fighting the androids, and whatever wouldn’t heal was concealed.
He could sense the Briefs family eyeing him wearily as he arrived--particularly Trunks. They didn’t ask him where he had been, but he could tell that they were already guessing in their heads. Regardless, Gohan was determined to not speak a word of it.
“Stay here for awhile,” Bulma said, once she got him to sit down. “Test out the weights while you’re here--I added a few upgrades. You can use the old gravity room.”
“I should really get back home.”
“Just one night. Try out the weights, let me know what you think, and give me something to work on,” Bulma insisted, and Gohan reluctantly agreed--but only because she was pushing him into it.
He avoided Trunks most of the evening--it was only partly intentional, Bulma had him running around all day, and Gohan confined himself to his trainings. In the few times they did run into each other, Gohan couldn’t help but find himself deep in thought. It seemed the boy had already adjusted back into his homelife. The cuts and scrapes from their training had faded into light scars. The bruises returned to its normal tone. Perhaps he was imagining it, but the younger demi-Saiyan even seemed to slouch a bit more.
Maybe it was for the better.
   In the middle of the night, when Gohan finally was satisfied with his training, he washed up and headed for the guest room. He sensed the ki presence waiting behind the door, and while he hesitated for a moment, he decided that there was no helping it. Gohan went into the room, where Trunks was waiting patiently in a chair near the window.
   “Where were you?”
   “Kitchen,” Gohan said, raising his glass of water.
   “You know what I mean,” Trunks mumbled.
   “I know,” Gohan said. There was a long pause between the two, silence save for the clinking of the glass as Gohan tapped his finger on the edge.
   “Was it for your training?” Trunks asked.
   Gohan considered lying, but after his time away, he just didn’t see the point anymore. He placed the cup on the dresser, already knowing that they were going to have a long conversation.
   “No.” The dark-haired fighter paused for a moment before adding, “How has it been being back home?”
   “Fine. Are you going to answer my question?”
   “You should stay here.”
   “What?” Trunks blinked.
   “Stay here in West City, with Bulma.”
   “Are you going to stay with us?” Trunks asked, though he already suspected the answer. Gohan shook his head, and Trunks felt indignation rise in his chest. “Why not?”
   “Your resolve is weakening.”
   “I’m over it--”
   “No. You’re not,” Gohan cut in. Trunks stood up, gritting his teeth.
"Are you going to tell me what happened or not?!”
Gohan glanced at Trunks, a scowl on his face. The young teen didn't back down, matching Gohan with an equally annoyed expression.
"You disappeared for days. I know something big happened--but you're not saying anything. You won't tell me anything."
"I don't have to tell you anything," Gohan fought back. His voice was unfamiliar even to him--much more cross than he expected--but Trunks was being outright defiant. "No more questions. I mean it."
"You were gone. We were worried about you. I was worried about you." Trunks swallowed, trying to control himself, but his emotions were at a high. "Don't you care at all?"
Part of Gohan wanted to feel guilty--to apologize, to settle the argument. However, he couldn't. His blood was boiling, his mind on the edge. The anger rose.
"What do you mean, 'I don't care'? Everything I do is for you--for everyone."
Trunks' eyes seemed to widen. He was surprised it hadn't clicked earlier--maybe it had, and he just didn't want to imagine it.
"You went after the androids on your own, didn't you? But why--"
"It has to be me. I'm the only one who can--"
"Why would you risk your life like that?!" Trunks interrupted, his voice incredulous. Clenching his fist, he argued, "Don't you understand how lost we would all be without you? What about your family? My mom would be devastated--I'm sure yours would be too. And me--"Trunks shook his head to himself, unable to imagine it"--I wouldn't be able to handle it if you died. You can't just throw away your life like that! Not on them! Not on those stupid machines!"
   Gohan didn't say anything, his expression still stone cold. Trunks glared at him--furious that his friend was taking this so lightly. It felt so uncharacteristic of him--Trunks hated the way he was acting.
"What's your deal?!" Trunks snapped. "Don't just stand there--say something! Tell me I'm wrong, or that I'm right, something! Don't just shut me out!"
"Trunks, how often do you pay attention to the news now?"
"What?" Trunks breathed, staring at Gohan incredulously. "What does that have to do--"
"How bad are your nightmares getting?"
A sense of dread began to grow in Trunks' stomach--just the mention of the nightmares brought back things that Trunks didn't want to talk about. Gohan didn't wait for a response though, he kept talking.
"How often do the memories of the dead haunt you?"
The memories came back to him--the burning buildings, the sirens, the bloody streets and broken glass. Trunks felt his eyes widen. A sense of fear struck his heart.
"Will you be able to face the androids when they come?"
The androids--their menacing, lifeless, cold faces had haunted his dreams. The destruction was all caused by their hands. He imagined their cruelty, their power, and whatever evil acts they were capable of. He imagined what it would feel like to be struck by them.
"Would you be ready at any given moment to die fighting them?"
Death. The idea struck Trunks to the core.
"Will you be able to handle it when your family and friends are killed off by them, one by one? Every single person you loved, that you laughed with, that you looked up to, that you shared meals with... killed before your own eyes?"
Trunks looked up at Gohan, horrified. His face was still cold--his eyes dark. Trunks tore away from his gaze, venturing to the opposite side of the room, feeling shaken. He no longer felt anger, just the icy chill of fear. He had been afraid for so long--
"I fight the androids so no one else has to. I do this so no one else has to."
"You don't have to do it alone," Trunks argued. "I'll do it with you!"
Gohan shook his head, furious and fed up. Though Trunks trembled with fear and anger, and a part of him wanted to quit discussing, his spirit did not waver.
"I won't give up on my promise. I'll help defeat the androids, with you."
Suddenly Gohan was in front of him, cornering him up against the wall. His dark eyes seemed to dig right into Trunks--reading right through him. The teen shivered underneath his intense gaze.
Underneath that stare, hiding underneath the nerves was a different feeling. Trunks could feel his heart pounding loudly in his ears. He held his breath, waiting for Gohan's next move.
Even after Gohan leaned in, Trunks still did not expect the kiss. Trunks thought he had gotten used to Gohan's touch, but the kiss felt completely unfamiliar. It was too much, too fast.
Gohan reached behind Trunks' head, pulling him deep and hard into the kiss. Trunks put his arms between them, feeling smushed up against him as he was roughly pulled in.
Trunks' mouth parted as Gohan tasted his mouth, eventually biting on the boy's bottom lip, illiciting a groan. Trunks’ heart beat in apprehension of how quickly this was happening--a strange mixed feeling of pleasure and confusion flooded through him, making him more and more nervous.
Gohan didn't feel like Gohan. He felt both estranged and overwhelming. His kisses were intense but lacked passion. Trunks shuddered as Gohan reached down--his hand roaming up Trunks' inner thigh. Trunks’ mind raced as he tried to piece together what Gohan’s motivations were, and he became anxious when he couldn’t figure it out.
"Gohan--"Trunks whispered, but he was soon cut off by another unrestrained kiss. This time Gohan immediately reached down Trunks' pants, causing Trunks to jump in place. He wasn't hard when Gohan reached for his cock, but that changed when the young man grasped him.
Trunks held back his moans, though his body quivered underneath his mentor's touch. He felt Gohan's rough hands pull at his erection, and felt the familiar itchings of pleasure course through them. Whatever thoughts were going through Trunks’ mind slowly slipped away as he became lost to the feeling of Gohan’s touch.
Trunks tentatively reached for Gohan, his small hands slipping underneath that orange shirt. His hand traced its way up Gohan's stomach. He noticed Gohan wince and stopped himself, surprised. Trunks pulled up his shirt and inspected the area, noticing the deeply colored bruising on his abdomen. The skin looked almost burned.
"When did you--"Trunks started but Gohan cut him off with a swift kiss.
"Don't ask," Gohan said, his tone final. Trunks couldn't help but worry. He had his proof--Gohan really did fight the androids. The deeply scarred marks were a symbol of that.
Trunks opened his mouth to argue but when Gohan pulled him to the ground, he could only gasp faintly.
"I can't protect you--not from them, not from me."
Trunks felt his heart clench at Gohan's dark words. The words felt painful--painful to hear, and he was sure they were painful to speak. He tried to ignore the ache in his chest as the clothes came off, but seeing the dark scars that raced across Gohan's body only retriggered that pain. Every scar had a story behind it, a story that Trunks didn’t understand.
Would he ever understand?
He could barely stand to look at it. When Gohan caught his diverted gaze, he paused.
"Is this really what you want?"
The question made Trunks freeze for a moment. He could feel his heart beat, and hear their intermingled breathing--heavy with both anticipation and lust.
For Trunks, the question had so many different meanings. But he was certain that for Gohan, the only meaning was what was pressing against Trunks' hip. The teen's face darkened, his throat seemed to have gone dry. Finally, he licked his lips, and answered, "Yes."
Gohan wasn't expecting that answer--and Trunks' resolute answer, knowing perfectly well what he was accepting and wanting it, made Gohan stiffen further. But then he glowered, saying, "No."
Trunks’ eyebrows twisted in confusion, and he didn't have a chance to react when Gohan suddenly grew closer, the weight of the young man pressing him against the ground. He flinched when Gohan suddenly reached for his face, grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to look him in the eyes.
Trunks felt paralyzed, trapped in Gohan's penetrating gaze. The young man's face was drawn close to his, his breath brushing against Trunks' face as he harshly whispered, "No, you don't."
Trunks didn't get a chance to ask what he meant. It seemed that Gohan was through with talking. He kissed Trunks again, lining up their bodies. Trunks gasped within the kiss as their erections brushed against each other. Gohan repeated the movement deliberately, both of them groaning in unison at the heated friction.
Trunks' cock began to strain. The frotting was enough to leave him wanting but not enough to satisfy him. He began to squirm uncomfortably, unsure whether or not to touch himself or wait for Gohan to touch him--because he desperately wanted to be touched.
Gohan abruptly ended their kiss. Trunks' eyes widened in surprise as two digits suddenly shoved their way past his lips. Gohan moved his fingers around in Trunks' mouth, and Trunks struggled to keep up--his mouth wetting the digits.
Gohan groaned, wanting nothing more than to put his cock between those lips, but he had other things in store. He pulled his fingers out of Trunks' mouth, causing the boy to tense in anticipation.
The fingers pushed into Trunks. Trunks gasped in surprise, not expecting two digits to press into him at once. Trunks winced at the feeling--no longer a virgin, the sensation was a little familiar at this point but that did not ease his tension.
Gohan didn't seem to focus on how it felt, quickly thrusting his fingers in. Trunks shuddered as Gohan thoughtlessly thrusted inside of Trunks, his digits stretching Trunks and filling him. The teen panted at the sensations, wanting Gohan to slow down, but at the same time shuddering at the feeling.
"Gohan--"Trunks wasn't able to finish his sentence, and gripped onto his mentor's shoulders as he shook. Gohan caught the tone of Trunks' voice and curled his fingers, trying to find his sweet spot.
Trunks squirmed around uncomfortably as Gohan prodded and moved around inside of him. His cock was painfully hard and neglected as Gohan toyed around. Finally, with a shiver that seemed to shoot through him like lightning, Trunks trembled as Gohan pushed against his pleasure spot.
Gohan didn't hesitate to repeatedly stroke against the spot, and Trunks found himself trembling. He had never known such pleasure. His body did not resist as much as it had in the past--the feeling was less uncomfortable and more euphoric. The lavender-haired teen began to cry out in wanton pleasure as he was penetrated repeatedly.
Gohan added a third finger. Trunks bit his lip as he held back his groan. He felt stretched against the three digits, but with with all three of them pressing in the same spot, he was practically seeing stars.
Eventually, Gohan grew impatient. His cock was rock hard and Trunks' bucking and moaning only made it worse. He sat up, wetting his hand and rubbing his cock until it was slick. He lined up against Trunks' entrance and pushed.
Since he hadn't taken his time in preparing, the boy's tight body resisted against the intrusion at first. Gohan pushed in, trying to urge Trunks to relax, but the boy couldn't stop clenching and unclenching around Gohan's dick.
Trunks had never felt so full, not even when he had lost his virginity. At least back then, he was better prepared. Even so, his body accepted it better than it had before. Trunks felt pleasure from having Gohan inside of him, more than ever before, and his erection was still hard.
Trunks couldn't handle it anymore. It felt crazy good. If he didn't touch his cock, he'd go insane. But just as he began to move his hand, Gohan grabbed both of his hands by their wrists, twisting and pulling them above the young boy's head. The angle hurt and strained the muscles in Trunks' arms, and the boy hissed lowly in pain.
Gohan bent over and kissed Trunks, opening the boy's mouth and forcing his tongue inside. Trunks moaned into the kiss, though his eyes were still clenched in pain from Gohan's solid tight grip on his wrists.
Gohan made quick, shallow thrusts into the boy, causing him to cry out. The strain in his arms ached and hurt but the pleasure from his waist below was indescribable. His face was still burning from the searing kiss that Gohan was giving him, the older's tongue plunging into his mouth.
Gohan steadied himself so he could make longer thrusts, his weight bearing down on the hand that kept Trunks' arms locked. Trunks winced at the heavy weight and pain in his wrists, pressed firmly on the hard ground below him, his eyes burning to hold back tears at the uncomfortable ache.
Gohan fucked him harder, bringing more pleasure. Trunks wanted nothing more than to touch himself but his wrists were trapped underneath Gohan's grip. Without even realizing it, the teen began to roll his hips, desperately begging for attention to his cock.
Gohan was partly aware that Trunks was probably in discomfort, but the boy's moans only encouraged him. It didn't matter--nothing could stop him at this point. He groaned at the pleasure that Trunks' ass gave him. The teen was so incredibly tight around Gohan's cock--and he had to admit, the teen looked gorgeous.
The way the lavender haired boy thrusted into the air wantonly, the way he spread his legs and accepted Gohan's cock, and the way he looked completely helpless without the use of his arms, really turned him on.
Finally. For the first time, Gohan felt like he didn't have to hold back.
That thought in mind, Gohan pulled out of him. Trunks’ hands were released along with them, and the teen lowered his arms--wincing at the ache in his shoulders and muscles. There was no time to get comfortable. Trunks was pulled into Gohan’s lap and was quickly reentered.
“Move for me.”
Despite everything they had done so far, Trunks’ face still burned at Gohan’s heady request.
Trunks started moving--wincing as he lifted himself to the tip of Gohan's dick, right before he dropped himself on that thick shaft--a thick groan escaping them both. Gohan’s eyes seemed to penetrate him, watching him closely as he bounced in his lap. The deep stare unnerved Trunks--he felt entirely exposed, but it was also exhilarating in a way.
When Gohan finally was unable to restrain himself any longer, he grabbed Trunks by the hips, controlling the boy's pace by guiding him onto his cock.
Gohan's head rolled back as he pulled Trunks close to his hips, savoring the delicious feel of that hot, tight hole filled to the base with his cock .
Trunks loved it too, his abandon beginning to slip away as he moaned profusely. Gohan was fucking him so good, so hard, so mercilessly, that he couldn't hold back his cries any longer.
"Trunks, please," Gohan moaned as he thrust into the boy. "Say it again."
"W-what?" Trunks asked, too busy focusing on the immense pleasure of Gohan thrusting into him. His mentor seemed to be talking crazy all of a sudden.
"Is this really what you want?" Gohan asked--as if to emphasize his point, he thrust extra deep into the boy, emitting a loud gasp.
"W-what are you saying--"Trunks was interrupted by his own moan. Gohan grinded his hips against Trunks. Trunks suppressed a scream as Gohan hit his pleasure spot--Gohan noticed and grinded his cock slowly as Trunks practically melted in his arms, crying and shaking with pleasure as Gohan pressed again and again over his sweet spot.
Gohan groaned. He was getting close. Trunks sensed it as well.
Gohan rested his head in the crook of Trunks' neck, panting heavily. Trunks glanced down at him, and as he looked at him, Trunks felt something twist in his chest. The way Gohan held him and rested his head against him almost felt desperate, in a way. Trunks was reminded of the uncharacteristic, almost brutish, way that this had all started. He felt a deep sadness wash over him--more than just sadness, but pity.
He knew that there was a lot of pain in Gohan. If he could just release a little bit of that pain, even for a moment, even if this was the only way he knew how, he would do it each time. It wouldn’t matter if it hurt or if it bruised--if anything, it made his role more essential.
You’re the only one that understands me.
Trunks’ eyes clouded over. That’s right. If not Trunks, who else? Gohan, whose hands bruised with an inhuman strength. Gohan, whose burden was to protect mankind. Gohan, whose pain could be matched by no one.
It had to be Trunks. No one else was strong enough to handle Gohan at his worst. Not physically. Not mentally. No one.
Trunks wrapped his arms around Gohan's shoulders, squeezing tightly. Gohan's thrusting quickened and Trunks knew that he was going to finish soon. His nails dug into Gohan's back as he held on…
They would brave this pain together.

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A/N: Had a hard time editing this due to the length, hopefully it read okay! Not sure when the next chapter will be out, but it should be sooner than this one. As a heads up, the next chapter won't have any sexual content, and will be entirely plot. Thanks to everyone who has stuck by me so far!
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