Of Sex and Saiyans: Part one

Chapter Seven

Goten pushed his cereal around in his bowl, listening to the two demi’s whispering to each other across the table and playfully kicking each other underneath it. He winced when Mirai let out a particularly loud laugh and got up to take his plate to the sink. It wasn’t that he didn’t like seeing them happy, or that he was against gays. It was just…he was confused. And having two people seem very happy in their situation added to the confusion. The only ‘normal’ relationship he had to compare it against was his parents. And they hadn’t seemed too happy towards the end.

He rinsed his plate and looked for Trunks ki, sensing him upstairs in the shower. He quickly tried to think about something else, trying not to dwell on his childhood friend who was currently naked and most likely very wet, water dripping slowly down his tanned, sleek body... He shook his head and pushed off from the bench, intending to go and blow something up. At least rocks didn’t have a gender to taunt him with.

Gohan blocked his way.

“What’s up, chibi?” He asked, concerned. He’d noticed over the last few months that Goten seemed to be quieter than normal, reclusive and thoughtful.

Goten shook his head and grinned his father’s smile

“Nothing Gohan. Just thinking…”

“What about?” Gohan sat down at the table and patted the bench next to him. Goten sat down and shot Mirai a smile as he shifted to make room.

“Nothing in particular…” He changed the subject. “What are you guys doing today?”

Gohan shrugged and glanced at Mirai then back to Goten

“I dunno…maybe go and spar for a bit?”

He missed Mirai’s fleeting look of guilt and regret but turned when he groaned and lay his forehead on the table. Gohan grinned and reached out to muss his hair.

“What’s up koi?”

Mirai didn’t lift his head as he replied.

“I didn’t come back to this timeline to spar! You sound like my old sensei now!”

Gohan laughed.

“Hmmm…I bet you did more than spar with him as well!” He said teasingly.

Mirai raised his head and shook it

“No…he wasn’t gay”

“What?…but I thought since I was…that he would…”

Mirai shook his head

“It doesn’t seem to run the same through all the different timelines. I mean, take this for example…” He gestured to Goten, who perked up, glad to be included. “I visited some other timelines and Goten was gay in most of them and he’s had tons of girlfriends here…so…” He shrugged and continued talking, but Goten stopped hearing him, eyes widening.

‘In most of them…? I was gay?!’

Goten jumped up and would have knocked the bench over if the other two demi’s hadn’t been sitting on it.

“I…uh…gotta go” He blurted out, blood rushing to his face as he stumbled for the door, slamming it behind him.

Mirai looked at Gohan

“Was it something I said?…oh… Ahhh.” The penny dropped and he arched an eyebrow at his soon-to-be-mate. “Looks like this is a timeline where he’s kinda…in between…”

Gohan smirked wickedly at him, reaching across the table and wrapping a hand in the front of shirt.

“I know something that I’d like to be in between…”

Mirai smirked back at him and they made their way upstairs.

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Goten stamped through the thick forest, eyes watering as he blasted clinging vines from his path. Goddamn! He was already having enough trouble then Mirai goes and drops this big….revelation on him. He wiped at his face as he burst into a clearing, tripping on an upraised root and falling flat on his face. He lay there, softly sobbing into the ground, hands clenched into fists by his head.

‘Why? WHY?! Whats wrong with me?’

He didn’t know if he was gay. He didn’t know if he was straight. Sure he found girls attractive, even dating several, finding the whole experience quite arousing. But then he’d think about Trunks. Think about his taut, lean body as they sparred, the way his eyes sparkled when they shared a joke, the way his warm arms would wrap around him in a generous hug when they were younger. Goten shuddered as a fresh onslaught of tears broke through him, soaking into the moist ground. There was something wrong with him. Everyone else preferred one or the other. You couldn’t like both…could you?

He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t talk to his best friend about it because it involved him. He was so distracted that he didn’t even realize it when Trunks landed gently beside him, starting violently when the older boy leaned down and touched his shoulder. Goten jumped up, tear-streaked face screwed up, eyes blinking rapidly as he desperately tried to stop crying. Trunks was Vegeta’s son and his father had no doubt instilled into him that crying was for weaklings and fools. He didn’t want Trunks to think he was weak, even if he was a fool for wanting him.

“Go-kun! What’s wrong?!” Trunks asked, alarmed. He’d never seen Goten so emotional. He reached out a hand, surprised when Goten backed away from him. He stepped forward and Goten stepped back again. Trunks frowned. Something was really upsetting him.

“Goten…please! Tell me what’s wrong!” He stood still, hoping Goten wouldn’t run.

Goten sniffed loudly, tears still streaming down his face. He couldn’t take the look of genuine concern on Trunks’ face and slid to the ground, hands covering his face.

Trunks darted forward and wrapped his arms around his friend and pulling him onto his lap, gently rocking him back and forth as Goten cried himself out. He didn’t try to push for details, Goten would tell him himself when he wanted to. Sniffling, Goten turned his head into Trunks’ chest, inhaling his heady scent.

“I didn’t want you to think I was weak…” He mumbled against his shirt.

Trunks reached up and stroked his hair, still rocking him.

“I would never think you are weak Goten. Ever.” He reached down and tilted his friend’s head up to face him. “You are one of the strongest people I know. You have a beautiful, indestructible soul.”

Goten gaped, tears drying on his face

‘Did he just say I was beautiful…?!’

He stared up into Trunks’ eyes, gaze flicking down to his lips briefly before returning. He noticed Trunks’ eyes doing the same thing, his hand still cupping Goten’s jaw. Something in he air changed and both felt it.

Whereas before there had been an atmosphere of comfort, the space around them became charged with something else

Tension.

Sexual tension.

Goten shifted slightly, tilting his head back further as Trunks’ lips gently descended onto his, reaching up to bury his free hand in silky lavender hair as the other snuck around his waist.

Trunks didn’t know why he was kissing Goten or why he was responding to his soft lips. Under the surface he was just as confused as the young man he comforted. When his future self had revealed he was gay, Trunks had been very shocked, feeling that his deepest desires, hidden, even from himself, had been revealed. He’d been almost relieved when Mirai had stated that just because he was gay didn’t mean Trunks was.

However here he was, on his knees, in the middle of some remote forest, holding his best friend as he delved hungrily into his sweet mouth. His best friend…Goten…he was kissing Goten….straight, innocent Goten.

‘Oh Kami what am I doing…?!’ He tore his lips away, dropping Goten on the ground and stumbling to his feet, back of his hand wiping at his mouth.

Goten was in heaven. This was heaven, better than ice cream, better than pancakes, better than sparring with ‘Tousan…or it was until Trunks roughly pulled away, lurching to his feet with a shocked look on his face, wiping his mouth. Goten’s eyes welled up as he realized Trunks’ didn’t want him and he let out a wail of grief, burying his hands in his hair and curling up into a ball. He thought he might have had a chance for happiness when Trunks’ silky lips had met his own but all hope was dashed when he staggered away from him, that horrified look on his face.

Trunks was lost in his own world of grief. Forcing himself on his friend was not what he’d intended to do. He’d wanted to comfort Goten, not corrupt him to his own desires.

Goten’s wail brought him back and he stared in horror as he witnessed the suffering he’d caused in his friend. Goten was on his knees, pulling at his hair, tears streaming down his face again. Trunks took a step back, realizing that as the instigator of what might have turned into attempted rape, he would not be wanted around his victim. He turned quickly to leave, stopped by a heartbreaking plea.

“Trunks…Trunks…don’t leave me…please!” Goten cried out, hand reaching towards his friend.


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