Romance Evolving

Romance Evolving

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This is a sequel to my earlier Trunks/Goten lemon, "Friendship Evolving." If you haven't read it, basic plot is, the rest of the Son family has gone to the beach but Goten didn't want to go, so Trunks decided to hang out with him and keep him company for a week. During the stay, the two realize their feelings for each other surpass mere friendship now, and they make love for the first time in the big grassy fields surrounding the Son house.

Also, this is part of a separate series of DBZ fic I write elsewhere. Here's a brief sum-up of important stuff to date:

*Vegeta has completed an ancient ceremony to make him King of the Saiyans
*Mirai Trunks has returned to "normal" time after the devastation of his world by Babidi and Darbura; he met a beautiful redheaded lawyer named Jennifer Bengoshi and they've gotten married (see further details in my story "The Honeymoon Night")
*Pu'ar has turned herself into a human woman and married Yamcha
*Raditz, Nappa, and Bardock have all been resurrected thanks to a spontaneous Dragonball wish by Goku; Raditz and Nappa live at Capsule Corp., Bardock at the Son house
*Broli and Turles also live at Capsule Corp., having arrived there from an alternate reality
*Raditz married a woman he met named Iroke; they've had a daughter named Kasaiyoku
*Current children include-- Kasaiyoku, about 7 years old; Pan, Bra, Roga (Yamcha and Pu'ar's son), all about 4 years old; and Boxa, Mirai and Jennifer's son, about 1 year old

Well, that should bring you up to speed. So let's see how our two demi-Saiyan boys are doing, mm?

Oh, I don't own any of the characters except Jennifer, Iroke, Kasaiyoku, Roga, Boxa, and a few others; these will be identified in notes at the end of whatever chapter they appear in. The rest belong to Akira Toriyama.

Enjoy!

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Trunks Briefs awoke to the morning light shining on his face through the bedroom window. Not his bedroom, of course...this was Son Goten's. Even if he didn't know that just through memory, he would know it by the smell. The two of them had been friends longer than either could remember, and slept in one another's bed so many times, their enhanced Saiyan senses could pick up on even the subtlest differences in scent between their bedrooms.

Speaking of Goten...

Trunks widened his eyes a little bit against the sun. Where was he? The rest of the bed was empty. He sat up and looked around, running his fingers through his purple hair. Nope, he wasn't anywhere in the small, cozy bedroom. He hopped out of bed and begin to walk down the hall, suppressing a yawn.

"Goten?"

"In here Trunks!" came the reply, chipper as always. Ah. Of course he'd be in the kitchen. He shuffled in there to see Goten sitting at the table eating a huge stack of pancakes. He looked completely awake, and for a brief moment Trunks hated him for being a morning person, like Trunks always did whenever they were together in the morning. But he immediately forgave him after he saw that he was wearing the same thing as Trunks. That is to say, nothing.

Trunks sat down across the table from him and began to dig into the pancakes. "What's the occasion? Up till now, breakfast has been cereal."

Goten smiled. "Well, since this is the last day we get alone before my family comes back, I thought we should make it special."

"Mmm...has it been a week already?" Trunks shook his head softly in disbelief. A week since Goten's family had taken off for the beach (except for Bardock, who was off visiting the other Saiyans at Capsule Corp.), a week since the two of them had literally fallen into their feelings for one another--Goten had tripped, Trunks had tried to help him but instead had landed on top of him, and their hormones and hearts had taken it from there. The days that followed had mainly been composed of food, sex, and sleep. OK, mainly sex (though food was never far from a Saiyan's mind) in every position imaginable...sometimes Trunks had slid inside Goten, othertimes he was the one that Goten slid into...either way, it was wonderful.

Someone who could have watched them for the entire week, such as some kind of narrator, would have noticed something. Neither of them had told the other "I love you." To many, that would stand out as odd, perhaps even cold and unfeeling. And that belief couldn't be further from the truth. The two had loved each other as the best of friends since before they could walk. They loved each other now, with the deeper kind of love their parents felt for each other or their older brothers and their sisters-in-law felt for each other. It was just that, to these two who had been together since before either of them could remember, it was so obvious they saw no need to actually say it.

"So what time are they getting back?" Trunks asked as he took one of the last bites of pancake, licking his lips. Goten had learned from his mother and brother to be a spectacular cook.

"About this time tomorrow." As one, they both glanced at the clock. Only a little after 8 in the morning. Plenty of time to spend with each other.

Goten stabbed his fork down into the next-to-last bite of pancake, but instead of eating it, he lifted it up and brushed it against Trunks's lips. He quickly took the gift.

"Mm, a Saiyan giving someone else food? How romantic..." Trunks returned the favor and fed Goten the last bite of pancake. The black-haired teenager chuckled softly as he ate it, then rubbed his stomach.

"I'm still hungry, but I don't feel like fixing anything else..."

"Well, I'm pretty sure I saw some food back in your bedroom." Trunks grinned and cocked his head back down the hall. Goten laughed again.

"Show me where, Trunks..." They stood up, took one another's hands, and walked back down the hall.

***

"I can't believe you got us kicked out of the hotel, Mom," said Gohan, piloting an aircar towards his parents' house. Videl was napping lightly on the seat next to him; the sun had set a couple of hours ago.

"Well, if they had cleaned the rooms right I wouldn't have had to yell at them," replied Chi-Chi from the seat behind him. "Isn't that right, Goku?"

Her husband wasn't really paying attention; he was too busy playing with their four year-old granddaughter, Pan, strapped in a car seat in-between them. Ever since she'd been born, he'd eagerly fallen into the role of doting grandpa. It came naturally.

"Well, I just hope Goten doesn't mind you guys coming home early," said Gohan. "Who knows what he and Trunks are up to."

"Probably destroying the house," said Videl with a yawn as she woke up out of her nap. Gohan chuckled softly, and reached over to tousle his wife's hair.

"They got out of that phase a long time ago. You just had the bad luck to always babysit them when they were on a sugar high."

"Still have the bruises, too, and it's been a few years," she said, grinning softly. "How much farther is it?"

"Just a couple more minutes, we're almost there."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" asked Chi-Chi. "You can spend the night if you want to."

"Nah, that's OK," said Videl. "We're looking forward to sleeping in our own bed again." She and Gohan exchanged a slightly naughty glance. "But I know someone who will be staying."

"Me! Me!" yelled Pan happily. "Get to stay with Grandpa Goku and Grandma Chi-Chi!"

"That's right!" Goku said, beaming down at her. As Gohan was lowering the aircar for the descent, he unfastened her from her carseat and held her up on his shoulder to watch. She giggled with childish delight and innocence.

***

"Well, I don't see Goten anywhere and I can't find a note or anything," said Chi-Chi after they'd hauled in her and Goku's luggage. "He must be off somewhere with Trunks, up to heaven knows what." She scowled.

"I'll check his room, maybe he's in there taking a nap or something," said Gohan. He walked down the hall to his little brother's room, and placed his hand on the doorknob.

Hmm, he could hear noise. He and Trunks must be playing videogames or play-wrestling or something and hadn't heard them come home.

He opened the door.