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Weakness From Space; Bad Time for Trunks
by Gohan5150 & DBZFanGoten

Warning: Naked Trunks, self-masturbating and shotacon


Prologue:

Trunks Briefs stood in the laundry room, dumping all his clothes into the washing machine, his mother had just told him his room was a mess and he was long overdue to do his laundry. The lavender haired boy had gathered nearly all the clothing he owned and was shoving it into the washing machine, packing it to it's limits. Satisfied that all of his clothes (sort of) fit inside, he took the bottle of laundry soap and began to measure the amount he needed. Little did he expect, the measuring cup for the soap was very slippery, and it slid from his fingers, spilling soap all over his current attire.

"Ahh! Darn it, the soap is everywhere!" said Trunks to himself. He rolled his eyes, "I may as well throw these in too." Trunks began to undress, he really had used too much soap, soaking all the way down to his underwear. He stripped completely naked and loaded the last of his clothes into the washing machine. After adjusting a few knobs, the cleaner came to life, pouring water onto Trunks' clothes, and it started spinning.

"Well.. at least after this I won't need to do laundry for a while," said Trunks to himself. He looked down at his empty laundry basket, then to a nearby box. "Hmm... I could have swore I had something else to wear, like pajamas or something." He looked around the laundry room, starting to wish he hadn't been so thorough in his search for clothing to clean; he was unable to find his pajamas. His eyes widened and he blushed a little as something dawned on him.

"AAHH! I don't have any clothes left!" he yelled after realizing that he had just dumped his entire wardrobe into wash, thinking he had laid out his pajamas and a pair of clean underwear beside him to change into. Looking more closely into the wash, he saw the pajamas and underwear he was supposed to wear, swimming amongst the dirty clothes in the water within the washing machine! "Now what am I going to do? I can't go out like this! And if I stay here, people will come in and see me!"

Cupping his hands over his hairless little boy crotch, he sneaked over to the door of the laundry room and peered down the hallway. "There's got to be something in my room that I missed." he thought, as he looked around. No one was there. He speed-dashed from door to door all the way down the hall.

Trunks was feeling naughty... very naughty, and daring too. He crept through the hallways of Capsule Corp, sneaking on tiptoes, trying not to make a sound. He peered around the corner, making sure no one was there before he dashed down the hall. Judging by the flesh-color blur he turned into as he ran up the hall and into the bathroom, he was still naked. He was actually getting kind of excited by this, his body was feeling hot when he thought of getting caught. His mother would flip if she saw him like this. Thinking he heard something, Trunks' heart raced; he could be seen at any moment, and took refuge in the nearest room he could reach, the bathroom.

The little eight-year-old exhibitionist slammed the bathroom door and stood with his back pressed against it, panting and gasping with excitement.

"Whoo!" Trunks said, wiping sweats from his forehead, "No one saw me. T-that.. that was actually kinda fun!"

Trunks' eyes wandered down between his legs, and noticed a change in his normally limp member. It stood out in front of him proudly, hard as a rock. "Ugh... of all times it has to do that, why now!" thought Trunks. "Maybe it'll calm down if I just..."

He wrapped his hand around his boner, and gave it a light rub, thinking it would calm down if he massaged it. Trunks let out a quiet moan and laid back against the door, feeling his member assert itself further in response to the touching, his legs wobbled slightly. "Mmmm... It feels... good... but I don't think it's gonna work." thought Trunks. He wanted to experiment further, but knew this was no time to do that. He had to reach his room.

He opened the door ajar and peered left and right before super-dashing down the hall toward his bedroom, he dashed inside and closed the door.

"Whew... nobody saw me!" he let out a relieved sigh. He looked down at his erect member, "and nobody saw that." The boy blushed again, he wanted to rub it some more, but had to solve a different problem first. He glanced his bedroom, trying to see if he had missed any clothing.

Puling open his underwear drawer, he was dismayed to see that he only had one pair left and it wasn't his usual white briefs either. It was a teddy bear underwear!

"Darn it," Trunks said, clearly frustrated at how limited his selection of clothes were. He took the underwear out of the drawer. "I told Mom to get rid of these! Oh well, they'll have to do for now..."

He put it on, the childish cotton doing little to conceal his erection as it strained the fabric, and then strode up to his closet and opened the door. There was nothing, he knew it before he opened his closet, Trunks practically turned his closet upside down when he was filling his laundry basket. The only thing that was in there was a stray coat hanger, with no coat on it. He closed the door out of frustration.

Suddenly, a familiar odor caught his attention. It smelt kind of like the rest of his clothes, the boy followed his nose to the source and came to his bed. He got on his knees and looked down, and a smile appeared across his face. Underneath his bed was a green gi that he missed.

He picked up the clothing and pulled his head back at the source of the smell. "Well, they're a little smelly from training so much, but I guess it's better than running around in just these," he said, looking down at his patterned undergarment. His erect member still poked against the fabric.

He thought about his body's action for a moment, wondering what would happen if he continued to rub himself. Trunks started putting his only set of clothes on, he wanted to experiment badly, but needed to be somewhere a little more private. His own home wouldn't work, his parents like to pop in and out of the doors without knocking, even for the bathroom. He would have better luck at the park!

"The park..."he thought. It ran through his mind a couple of times. His member seemed to throb a little in response to thinking of experimenting in the park, almost as if it promised greater feelings of pleasure if the risk of getting found were higher. "That's kind of dangerous too, but maybe I could just find a good bush, or even the bathroom!"

Trunks nodded, this would be good, his made his way out of his bedroom into the living room of his home. Vegeta seemed to be resting, drinking a bottle of water on the couch, watching TV. It seemed Mr. Satan was boasting about how great his student Majin Buu was.

"Ugh, what an idiot, I bet he wouldn't last a millisecond in the gravity chamber!" said Vegeta, in his usual annoyed voice.

"Hey um... dad, do you mind if I go to the park to train a little today?" said Trunks.

Vegeta looked at Trunks, sipped his water, and spoke. "Did you put all your clothes in the washing machine like your mother said?"

Trunks nodded. "Yes, Dad."

"Then I don't really care what you do." said Vegeta, looking away from Trunks and going back to his water.

The eight year old smiled, "Thanks dad!" He opened the front door and left.

Bulma entered the living room and looked to her husband. "Vegeta, was Trunks just in here? Where'd he go?"

"Ehh, I dunno." said Vegeta carelessly, "Something about Goten, I'm not the boys' keeper."

"Ugh, Vegeta, you got to pay more attention to life, you know! It's not all about fighting and being the best, it's about blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah." That's all Vegeta seemed to hear.

Meanwhile, Trunks was on his way to the park.

The sun was stinking low in the horizon and it was getting dark when Trunks finally landed at the park. There wasn't very many people there at the time, but Trunks was starting to have conflicting thoughts about touching figuring out his erection. On one hand, he would probably get in trouble if somebody found him. On the other hand, if he found a good hiding spot, he might actually get more privacy than he would at home. He saw some decent looking bushes... but he felt too nervous about doing this in public, when he laid his eyes on the rest room.

"Okay... Doing this near people is kinda scary... maybe if I try it in the bathroom." he said to himself, as he walked towards the men's room. He could actually lock the door to a privacy stall, and random people might actually honor that privacy.

Trunks entered the bathroom and looked around. The floor shined slightly, as if it was recently mopped. Aside from one flickering light, it seemed well kept. As far as Trunks could tell, he was alone.

He approached a privacy stall, each step reverberating off of the tile floor. The door was pushed open, and closed behind the boy. The little latch was locked and the boy took a deep breath. The stall itself seemed about as well cleaned as anything else in the room.

"Okay..." his heart fluttered as his fingers found their way to his belt. He blushed, "now to figure out what happens... when I rub myself.."

He kicked off his shoes as he untied his belt and loosened his pants a great deal. The boy blushed a little as he pulled up his shirt, revealing his smooth chest and belly. Trunks tossed it aside as he carefully lowered his pants and placed them next to his growing pile of clothes. He was now wearing only his underwear, and his prominent erection was poking into it.

The boy actually was blushing and sweating a little nervously, this was it. He slipped a hand into the elastic waistband of his underwear and pushed them down to his ankles and stepped out of them before kicking them aside to his clothes. Now he was as naked as the day he was born in the privacy stall. He sat on the toilet and looked at his hardened boyhood.

"I really hope no one sees me," said Trunks, who began to reach down and stroke his smooth boyhood. He gasped slightly from the pleasure he was giving himself, it was like back at home, only now nothing was inhibiting him from exploring.

Of course, there was still the risk of getting caught. He may let out a moan and people would know he's up to something. But somehow that made it all the more tempting to rub himself. A little bit of drool leaked out of his mouth as he did this, spreading his legs, trying to feel as open and as accessible as he could. He moaned, he enjoyed it, it felt good, but he started to feel a little bolder.

"I... I wonder what I look like in the mirror..." he said to himself. He climbed off of the toilet and opened the privacy stall door, sweating a little as he looked around to see if anyone was near. Trunks was alone.

He stepped out into the bathroom, his heart racing as his naked form entered a more open area. In the mirror, Trunks could see his reflection, his face crimson, his body sweaty, and his member hard as a rock. His hands reached down and he felt himself again, there was a building feeling withing him and he wanted to bring it out, no matter what it was. Feelings of bliss ran through his body, knowing that someone could simple turn a corner and catch him in such a shameful position. He let out another quiet moan and felt himself close to the end of this feeling.

Suddenly, Trunks heard foot steps, snapping him from his sexual daze!

"Someone's coming!" he hissed to himself.

Trunks immediately got up and hid in a privacy stall and closed the door. He let out a deep sigh, his boyhood still completely hard, but his heart sank when he noticed something. He was in the wrong stall!

Oh no, my clothes! thought Trunks. The footsteps grew louder, and Trunks knew it was too late to run to the right stall. He attempted to lock the door but the lock was broken. If I keep messing with this they'll hear me!"

He remained quiet, as it seemed two boys had entered the bathroom, discussing a baseball game that happened earlier.

Trunks' knees wobbled a little, his boyhood ached and demanded attention. "I've just got to stay quiet..." he whispered to himself, having a difficult time focusing because of his hard-on. Without thinking about, his hand lowered and his fingers wrapped around his erection, causing a quiet gasp.

"Hey, did you hear something?" said one boy.

"Yeah... I think it came from one of the stalls," said the other.

Trunks' eyes widened and his heart started racing.

Oh no! he thought. His dick began to throb, and Trunks was force back to the toilet to sit down, or else he'd lose balance.

He heard a door open, "Anyone in here?" called the voice. "Nope, not in here."

Another door opened, and the other boy spoke, "Hey look, someone left a whole bunch of clothes in here."

The first boy laughed. "I can't tell whether it was a little boy or a big boy..." he remarked. "The clothes suggests it's a big boy, but the teddy bear undies suggest it's a little boy!"

Trunks' heart sank and he blushed as the boys shared a laugh over the teddy bear underwear.

"Oh gosh, they'll find me for sure, but... I wanted this." He unconsciously began stroking himself, sweating like mad. "So close..." He whimpered a little, being overwhelmed by the tingling feelings going all over his body. He was leaking precum onto his fingers.

"I guess we can take it to the lost n' found." said the first boy. "Check the other stalls to make sure nothing else is in here."

More doors opened, and Trunks was losing his mind. He couldn't ignore his body any longer and began furiously stroking his erected boyhood. The pleasure was mounting and he chocked a few moans down. He spread his legs wide, almost wanting those boys to find him. His dick throbbed wildly in his hands when he felt they were at his door. His body found itself at tension and his eyes widened as he approached relief.

"Hey guys!" shouted a new voice. "The bank's getting robbed and Great Saiyaman and Mr. Satan are working together to rescue hostages!"

"Oh wow, Great Saiyanman AND Mr. Satan! I gotta see that!" With that, the two boys quickly left the bathroom.

Trunks almost slipped off the toilet seat, not having heard or noticed anything. He was stroking his short erection as fast as he could. Unconcerned about the world around him, he let out a loud moan and his privacy stall door opened slowly opened, sending the eight-year-old into a sexual shock, as he shot his warm sticky cum into the air and squirted all over himself. His little sweaty body shook as he writhed in pleasure. After he finally calmed down from his orgasm, he saw his door was open, but nobody was outside.

Trunks let out a deep sigh of relief and looked at the cum that was on him. "So this stuff comes out when you rub it a lot..." Trunks said to himself. Then he wondered about the boys who were in the bathroom with him.

"Th-they left?" The boy, still covered in his own cum, looked outside the stall and saw that he was alone. "Phew," he said, wiping sweat off his forehead. He went back into the stall he came in and tried to wipe himself clean with some toilet paper. Satisfied that he was clean, he stepped out of the stall. "Now to get my clothes," he looked in the privacy stall he undressed in, his eyes widened and his heart sank. He found nothing.
"Um... this is bad!" said Trunks, his face turning red and he was sweating some more. "M-my clothes are gone!" He had been too lost in sexual bliss to realize the kids that almost saw him had taken his clothes. Now he was far from home, completely naked and isolated from his clothing. He almost wish the boy left him that stupid teddy bear underwear, almost.

"I-I guess I gotta find a way home now." Trunks put his hands over his privates and tip toed toward the exit of the bathroom. "If I get caught... it'll be so embarrassing." His heart was racing as he stepped outside of the door, his dick already semi hard from excitement. He looked around outside the bathroom, it seemed he was alone in the park.

He slowly stepped out of the bathroom out into the park, feeling the cool evening air on his naked body. His mind was racing, here he was, completely naked in the middle of a park, a simple glance would lead to him being found. Trunks was actually getting a little excited from being out in the open so much, but knew he had to hide. The boy took refuge in a bush, and snuck around from bush to bush, in a direction that he thought led to home.

"I've got to get home." Trunks reminded himself. That's what he tried to focus on, but a different side of him was getting too excited. Trunks was having a more difficult time covering his member, as it stuck out in front of him, getting harder. Trunks noticed this and blushed a little more. "I really don't want anyone to see me naked, especially like this."

Trunks continued sneaking from bush to bush, trying to make sure there was nobody around, he gasped a little every time a soft leaf brushed against him. His line of bushes eventually came to an end, and he appeared to be at the edge of the park. It was then the city came into view, much to Trunks' dismay, it was quite alive at night with lights and people. Flying home was out of the question, which was a real problem because it would take all night to just walk home, let alone sneak there. Nonetheless, Trunks had to plot a way to sneak home and made his way to the bushes. This was going to be a long night.


Authors' note:
DBZFanGoten and Gohan5150 got togother and played Writer's Ping-Pong, a game in which two writers would take turns writing bits and parts here and there. And thus, this story was born . DBZFanGoten met Gohan5150 through another story by Gohan5150. A comment and a reply to the comment started the friendship and co-authorship between these two Dragonball Z fans!