Romance Evolving

"Well, tomorrow's the big day!" Bulma said cheerfully. "Another Tenkaichi Budokai! They're always so interesting."

"Er, yes," said Pu'ar. "That's certainly one way to think of them." The first destruction of the moon, the unsealing of Piccolo Daimao, the defeat of Daimao's heir, a possessed Vegeta on a rampage...she supposed interesting covered it.

For the last few tournaments, all of the Briefs family's friends had assembled at Capsule Corporation early the morning of the event, and then Bulma flew everyone there in one of the company's large planes. This year, however, she was griping that she wasn't getting any younger and shouldn't have to get up that early. So instead everyone had come over the evening before, for a large cookout. They'd spend the night and then get up the next morning, later than before.

Pu'ar looked around at this unique collection of individuals that only gathered every few years. There was Yamcha, her husband, and their four year-old son Roga. Yamcha was chatting with Lunch and Tenshinhan, the latter of whom was of course accompanied by Chaozu. Oolong was playing cards with Kamesen'nin, Yajirobe, and Mr. Satan. Goku and Kuririn were laughing as they reminisced about their old training together. 18 was smiling softly as she watched 17 catching up with Marron. Piccolo was meditating off in a corner. Vegeta was repeatedly attacking the food like a pirate pillaging his favorite seaside town, and if he was captain, then Bardock, Nappa, Turles, Broli, and Raditz were his loyal buccaneer crew, with Raditz's wife Iroke and daughter Kasaiyoku as scullery maid and cabin girl. Inbetween his own acts of culinary plunder, Mister Buu was playing with his dog Bee. Gohan, Videl, Mirai, and Jennifer were all talking, while their children--Pan and Boxa respectively--played around their legs, with Bra occasionally joining in. Bulma and her parents, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs, were playing the good hosts, getting help from Chi-Chi and the Ox-King whether they wanted it or not. Goten and Trunks, of course, were attached at the hip like always.

Thought lines slowly crept across her forehead. Trunks and Goten hadn't seen each other for a couple of weeks; they'd wanted to train on their own, to have some surprises for one another at the tournament. So maybe it was just that they had been missing each other's company that was causing them to seem even closer now. Just catching up on missed time. But it seemed as if there was something more, some subtle undercurrent she couldn't quite see...

And then the realization struck her like a bolt from the blue, her eyes briefly widening.

They were in love.

She was sure that if you asked them, they'd say of course they loved each other, they were best friends, best friends are supposed to love one another. But she was equally sure this wasn't simply a case of that. This was more. She could see it in the way their eyes lingered on one another a heartbeat longer than they had to. She could feel it in the way, if they clapped the other on the back or tousled his hair, their touch briefly lingered. This was more than just friendly love, even for friends who would lay down their lives for each other.

This was romantic love.

She wondered how no one else had noticed it. She decided that Goku, Chi-Chi, Vegeta, and Bulma were just too close to them to see it, and even if they had thought they'd seen something, most likely they would have subconsciously rejected it (plus, Goku was never the most observant bulb in the box). And the others probably weren't close ENOUGH to notice the subtle change. You either had to be at a middle distance, or like her, had to have a knack for reading people's emotions. No, she decided, it ultimately wasn't surprising that no one else had realized.

Her eyes briefly widened again. No one else, except maybe...

She turned her head to look back at Gohan, Videl, Mirai, and Jennifer. Siblings. Siblings and in-laws, they would probably have the right amount of distance, and also, they'd be the most likely ones for Goten and Trunks to tell, if they had told anyone...did they know?

She had to know. No matter how long she stayed human, she was a cat at heart, and they were notoriously curious...

By the time she'd picked her way through the crowd, Jennifer and Videl had gone off to the bathroom, leaving Mirai and Gohan talking by themselves.

"Hey Pu'ar. What's up?" Mirai asked as she approached.

"We need to talk," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper.

"What about?" Gohan said, also dropping his voice.

"Your brothers," she replied simply. The shocked glances the two of them exchanged spoke volumes. "And I see I don't need to elaborate further."

"How did you--" they said together. She shrugged.

"Deduction. After all those years with my hidden crush on Yamcha, I picked up the gift to see secrets in others. They're acting even closer and friendlier than before, which I didn't think was possible...unless, of course..."

"So what are you going to do? Tell everyone?" Mirai wondered, and both of their faces hardened slightly. She shook her head.

"No, of course not. If they want to keep it secret, let them keep it secret. But you might want to have a word with them, let them know they're starting to 'show' a bit too much in public. Other people are going to start noticing soon, and well, I doubt the paparazzi would be as worried about their feelings as we are."

Gohan nodded. "We'll talk to them after the tournament tomorrow."

***

A couple of hours later, everyone had gone to bed.

This did not, in every case, equal sleep.

"Thought of you..."

"Wanted you..."

"Missed you..."

"Had to have you..."

"Needed you..."

"Couldn't live without you..."

Safely behind a locked bedroom door, Trunks and Goten were kissing passionately, their hands wandering over each other's bodies as they told one another of their love and desire. They hurriedly stripped one another's clothes off, and resumed making out and groping, this time in bed. Soon they reached the point where no more words were needed, where they could sense their lover's wishes.

Goten slid his head between Trunks's thighs and begin to lick and kiss over his erection, While Trunks twisted his body around to return the favor to Goten. Before long, their lips were pulling their cocks into their mouths. They moaned softly as they eagerly sucked on one another. They bobbed their heads back and forth as they savored the taste and the sensations. They greedily drank down drops of precum.

A few minutes later, their desires having shifted again, Goten was on his hands and knees, groaning as Trunks's tongue worked its way around inside his ass. The older teen licked deeper and deeper, practically burying his face inside his ass. Goten clawed at the wall as his pleasure rose and rose. Suddenly, overwhelmed with a new kind of desire, he pushed Trunks back, off of him, and onto his own hands and knees.

Before he could react, the younger teen was eating him out, his tongue working further and further inside him. Trunks threw his head back, moaning, as Goten happily continued his "meal" for long minutes. He kept licking even as his lover began to shake and quiver with impending orgasm. He kept licking right up until Trunks cried out and came, his seed spattering onto Goten's waiting hand.

The black-haired demi-Saiyan quickly drank it down, enjoying every drop, and then suddenly pushed his hard cock into his lover's fine ass. Trunks cried out again in surprise, his cries quickly turning into lustful moans and pleadings.

"Take me, Goten...fuck me hard..." He obliged, thrusting deep and fast, panting from the warm tightness. Trunks began to move back against him, their movements matching in perfect rhythm. They had become so used to one another's turn-ons and signs and preferences that they were able to keep it up for over an hour, and then, thanks to that same knowledge, they climaxed almost back-to-back, Trunks's cum dripping again onto a waiting hand as Goten's filled up the ass he was pounding.

This had already been their longest love-making session so far; but after two weeks apart, they weren't ready for it to end just yet. And so, still horny, still hard, they reversed positions. Goten turned around onto his hands and knees as Trunks, moaning, slid inside him.

"Yesssssss...nngh, Trunks, more, fuck me more..." The purple-haired demi-Saiyan thrust hard and rough. Goten buried his face in the pillow from the pure ecstasy. As before, they began to move in perfect rhythm. And as before, they knew each other so well they lasted for more than an hour, until Trunks drank down Goten's seed even as his own filled his lover.

Finally, the two of them collapsed, clinging closely. For a few moments, there was silence.

"I love you, Goten...s-so much..." Trunks said eventually.

"I love you too, Trunks...more than I c-can say..." Goten replied.

As they continued to hold fast to one another, they soon drifted off to sleep; as they did so, both were immensely grateful for Bulma's desire to sleep in.