My first Truhan story, so I didn't expect much from myself at first. After all, it's off my norm and just the insane rantings of a messed-up mind (mine or Gohan's?). Either way, I think it came out good, so enjoy.

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My Boy...Someday


Prologue: Why You?


Trunks.

How I long to make you mine.

To feel you close to me; to feel your heart beating against my own; to have you and to hold you for now and for always.

What more could I want?

Trunks.

How many years did I live without you? How did I spend half my life where you did not even exist and the other half barely knowing you at all? It's only been these last few years that I have been around you, yet you have stolen my heart away with your perfection.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone even thinks of us together in any way. It's not like I see you, or I am around you that often, and it's not like you are a big part of my life, at least on the outside.

Trunks.

My beautiful, little Trunks.

I never saw you born. I never saw you in your infancy. I never saw you grow up. I never saw you turn from that ball of baby-fat with those huge blue eyes that I caught at a passing glance a few times into the adorable boy I see now. Sure I was around, but I was distracted, and I never saw you for what you truly were. My life took me elsewhere.

First it was Cell, and that day I went where no boy went before, raised the bar on power, and lost my father all at once. It wasn't that hard to do, and I still blame my own mistakes for all that happened. But you don't even remember that, you couldn't remember that; I think you were barely a year old then. After that day everything changed. For years I had to be the one to take care of my mother, and then little Goten as well. At the same time I was dimly aware of your family, but your father didn't really like me, so that prevented any interaction on my part. For all those years I could have spent with you, but I was too busy I guess. I had things to do, things like taking care of the family, doing schoolwork, fighting crime as The Great Saiyaman (sure glad those days are behind me...), among other things. I could have done what my little brother did, grown up with you or at least been there like he always was, but that wasn't my fate I guess.

Trunks, for years we have been apart, away from each other. It seems like it has always been that way, not like you and Goten.

Sometimes I envy my little brother. Sometimes I think it's not fair that he's always around you when I am not.

But, of course, there is a much deeper reason why I envy Goten. Nobody else knows what you two do, nobody but me. I know what it means when you and my little brother come out of your room after hours alone, smiling and happy. I know why it is that you two interact the way you do, why no matter what you two maintain close physical contact, and why you always go to the bathroom in tandem. It's so obvious to my eyes the symptoms of doing those things.

I know all of that because I have been there; I have done those same things. It's been many years, but I shall never forget them. Never forget him.

I was a little boy once, believe it or not, and it was never easy to find friends when my mother was always keeping me cooped up in the house doing school shit, but I managed. I snuck out all the time; it helps when you're so strong and fast like me so you can get away from your stupid mother when you want. At first it was just to get away from the toil of life and work, just little visits to the forest and sometimes to see my pet dragon (wonder what ever happened to him...?) or stuff like that. I never even knew where my friend came from, or what he was doing all alone in the forest, swimming like he was in the river when I met him. I think he was a city boy, but it didn't matter who he was or where he came from. We did things, things that might make you blush and think of Goten, Trunks, all the same things, I remember it still. He was there every time I went out to find him, and we did those things every time. I bet you would deny it, in fact I know you would, but there's nothing wrong with it. It was only natural for us to do it, and little things like the fact I was half Saiya-jin didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that we were almost the same age and we trusted each other. We trusted each other enough to share our feelings, our minds, and our young bodies. It's only natural for boys to do that, it just feels good and there is nothing wrong with it. The times might have changed, but the boys haven't. That's how I know what you do, and also why I almost hate Goten.

Because he has you, and I have nothing. I once did, and it was perfect, you know that. Just two boys, and one love, maybe, or at least close friendship, I'll never know for sure. I might have been content to spend the rest of my life with him, but one day something happened, and I never saw him again. I like to think he might have died and is waiting for me in heaven, but he probably just grew up and has a normal life, like all the humans seem to do. I don't like to remember how we separated though; I just like to remember our last night together, when we made love for the last time, as little boys do. Every time I see you and Goten after I know you have done the same, it reminds me of that pleasure I once had.

I was never quite the same since then, something in me was changed over those times we were together, me and him, and something would never quite be the same. It took me many more years to understand what was going on inside my twisted and ever more confused mind, but I finally did, which brought me to you.

You don't understand, Trunks, I wasn't always this way. I used to like girls just like I am supposed to, or at least I thought I did, but now I'm changed. It's been years since I have been this way, years since I have been looking at little boys all over the world in a way I know I am not supposed to, but I can't help it.

I suppose I'm the only half-alien in the universe that's also a pedophile.

But all that changed when I met you. I don't look at little boys that way anymore; I only look at you, and believe me when I say I like what I see.

Another reason I envy my brother so much is that you and him are always thought as being together, always in the same picture, always sharing so much. One never sees us in the same picture, or rarely anyway, but we, too, have shared some moments, precious few that they are.

All those years between your birth and that moment a few years ago when we were re-acquainted and you were a boy just blurred to nothing. Those years I didn't know you don't matter anymore, and I forget that they even happened now.

. . .

I didn't think too much of that moment, it almost completely escapes my thought because I was largely apathetic at the time. I don't remember much of what was said or done; only that me and my mother and little brother were at your house and I found myself playing some video games in one of the entertainment rooms. My mother brought you in and introduced you like some long-lost family member, and you and Goten sat down with me. I was much better at your game than you were, and I don't know how you liked it when I could make James Bond hit the bad guy right on the head every time with the right gun, but it didn't matter. Despite being able to fly and shoot Ki blasts, despite being able to destroy whole planets with the flick of a finger, there was just something alluring about that game, shooting stuff and whatnot. It was such a stupid game anyway; I don't know why my mom let me play it in the first place but that doesn't matter either. That's how we met, I don't know if you remember like I do, but that's it.

I never believed in love at first sight, I believe the one simple translation for that assertion is infatuation, and it wasn't that way with you either, it took years for me to fall for you.

At first we were just like friends that rarely saw each other. You were just like some boy in my family that was like my third cousin's great-uncle's second wife's son, like a part of a very extended family that I saw once a month, maybe. But slowly, things changed, we saw each other more often and grew closer.

Every time we were together, it was like some undeniable force drew me to you. Always, always it was that way. When we watched TV with the gang or went places, it was always you at my side and we talked so much about everything. On those holiday weekends when neither of us had school we spent the time around each other, sparring together or playing football, whatever it was didn't matter so much as we were close. I wasn't even that close to Goten, and he's my little brother for Kami's sake. I didn't deny that bond and I let it be because it was there, though, as with so much, I couldn't understand it. We were a lot alike, and I liked you because you were funny and smart and I definitely gave into the little-brat attitude. Or maybe it was that link made by being both half Saiya-jin, the one not unlike the one you share with Goten. Either way we became very close friends and though I was beginning to see my attraction towards you changing into more than just a friendship, I pushed those thoughts away.

It took only one day to change everything.

Why that day of all days did I spend with you? Why that day I might never know the answer to why that day, but Fate is a crafty bitch, and she has her ways.

It started the same, playing video games and eating lots of food, trying our best to ignore my little brother as he tagged along everywhere. It was just fun to be around you, play with your toys, act stupid and pretend I was a little boy myself again. I miss those days (or do I just think things would be better if I was your age and felt this way for you). Either way, that day the strangest thing, one of many strange things, happened...

We were playing another stupid but fun game, throwing small balls at each other from behind walls and around corners, trying not to crater the ground in the process. I had you cornered with a ball and a rubber sword; you were going to be my captive. Suddenly you ducked around me, announcing you had to "go" and trying to get away. I grabbed your little tail in favor of your arm and reeled you back in like a prize catch. You complained, looking at me through those blue eyes, and I let go mercifully (the one that got away...). But you couldn't have been serious, I knew you, you were just tired of losing and were trying to get away. I chased you across the rooms in your huge house, wondering when you would give up and we finally reached the bathroom, one of them anyway. You stopped, said something about being serious this time, but I didn't care what you said, I could sense you were not being truthful, so I stood in the doorway for a moment or two, waiting for you to concede.

But you didn't do that, did you Trunks.

Instead you did the unthinkable, and dropped your pants right in front of me.

Right in front of me.

Maybe it was just to prove a point, to make sure I knew that you were telling the truth, but either way the end result was the same.

And for just a second, just one second, one miniscule tick of the clock, I saw you as I had never seen you before or since. For just one second, before you finished planting your soft butt on the toilet seat, I saw.

In that very second, as my eyes drifted unconsciously downward, I caught a glimpse of your tiny boyhood, and my world changed. My photographic memory snapped a mental picture and placed it among the permanent records, and I drool whenever I recall it.

It was positively the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Except maybe your eyes.

Every part of you is so wonderful, Trunks, I could stare at you for days on end and never tire of the sight. Seeing that part of you just activated some primal trigger in my brain and pushed me right over the edge.

With such a moment, it should have been the best day of my life, but, as always, things are never what they seem, and Fate had plans.

That was just the morning, afternoon was going to be something different, and we were going camping in the woods outside of town, outside of safety. It was going to be fun, just you and me and Goten and your parents hanging around for the hell of it in some isolated campground, a perfect thing for little boys to do. I don't know why Vegeta even came along; he's weird that way so I figured he'd just be training. I don't even consider that he might have sensed what I thought I sensed in your mother, what I should have paid more attention to and what I didn't. The day went just fine, until nightfall that is, and Goten went to bed and we stayed up watching TV for lack of much better to do. It was around midnight, and you were practically falling asleep, your tail curling around my leg and seriously carbonating my hormones. As a result I was trying to squeeze closer to your warmth on the small cot on the edge of the campsite.

Things changed fast.

Of all people, Vegeta walked up out of nowhere, complaining that "that dammed baka onna" was sick. I would have thought that he would have carried her to a hospital if it was that bad, or maybe had a senzu bean for her or something, anything. But no such luck, your father is just useless sometimes. We rushed to your mother to see what was wrong and found her lying down on the ground, practically screaming that she was dying. I tried to figure out what was wrong, but she just held her stomach and moaned. Nobody had any idea what was going on, and with no way of safely flying her to help, we had to wait a few minutes for the humans to get there so something could be done.

Those were the longest minutes of my life.

I guess all those years of hitting the books did help a little; I had enough medical knowledge to keep her stable, and make sure she didn't die. But you were just a boy, and all you knew was that your mother wasn't okay and she was hurting, as well as falling unconscious over and over despite my best efforts. I'm sure you thought she was going to die, and your strained voice pleading her not to leave you as the tears ran out of those crystal azure eyes down your cheeks was proof of that. In retrospect I probably did nothing (more than Vegeta anyway), just stood there next to you, keeping your mother awake as I could, until the proper help arrived. And as strong as I was, I couldn't fight what was hurting her. You didn't know that, and you were at that age where you only knew what you saw. You saw me there, being the calm one amid chaos, the brave one in the face of death, the strong one who was not going to let your mother die. You told me the next morning that I had saved her life, which maybe I did just by being there, but she didn't matter to me. If I saved her life, I did it for you Trunks, not for her. Help arrived at last, and all was well.

Something else stirred inside me then. I felt so helpless not being able to do anything for her, for you. I looked over to see you off to the side, crying, hurting, and still scared.

I did the only thing I could, and I thank my human half for it.

I walked up and gathered you into my arms. I took you into my embrace and let you bury your purple-haired head into my shoulder and I comforted you. You calmed down; I guess it helped because you stopped crying too. I loved that feeling of making you feel better, and though it was not the right thing to be thinking, it felt good for more than one reason. I suppose I wouldn't have been surprised if having your little body in my arms had made me erect.

That night, after Vegeta reluctantly agreed to take your mother to the hospital and oversee her overnight, I was alone with you. I could have done anything I wanted to you, but I wanted to make you feel better, so I talked to you. I did my best to convince you that your mother would be okay, and you seemed to understand as you lay on the cot. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, after all, it was very late, and I heard your soft snores rise from you shortly after. I put a blanket on you and retreated a little ways away after turning out the lantern that was the only light.

I watched you sleep.

For at least an hour I sat there, staring at you, convinced that if anything were to happen I would be the only one protecting you. In time, I too fell asleep, but not before I realized we had changed again. That night and since thereafter, I wasn't your friend anymore, I was more like the big brother you never had.

I guess I should find it ironic that Goten slept through the whole thing.

The next day was all boring, but when I went home, I made sure to hug you good and tight before we parted again.

. . .

The years ran by since then, I have seen you a few more times, but nothing big happened, and all that does is we have some fun and I fall more for you. My dad is back now, giving me more time to spend with you, and then there was the whole Buu thing too. Another really insane day where Fate does her worst, and her best.

Again I find myself jealous of Goten, for that was the day that you combined bodies and minds with him. I'm not sure how that might have strengthened your bond, but I still see the same thing in your eyes whenever you are together, I know you still do those things.

It's not fair, why can't you do those things with me instead of him?

Once, I almost asked Goten what he read in your mind concerning me, but I decided not to, if only because I want to hear it from you.

I've made up my mind, Trunks, I can't stop it now and for sure the next time I see you I am going to tell you how I feel. I'll spare you the details, but I can't lie to you anymore by my silence, you must know how I feel. I'm going to tell you because I have to. I'm going to tell you because, even though I know you don't feel the same for me, there is that one in a billion chance you might, I have to know, I have to know.

. . .

My hand stops moving under the covers of the bed, my cries of your beautiful name stop escaping my lips amid the moans.

"Trunks..."

"Trunks..."

"Oh Kami, Trunks..."

Just like that it's done.

I was thinking about what I want to do to you again, thinking about the exact path my tongue might take on your soft skin, my hand did what it always does when I am alone and those thoughts enter my mind.

I open my eyes at last, gasping for breath. You have given me another climax, Trunks, and you don't even know it. As I clean my sticky semen from my body, I wonder how many times I have done this, how many times I have pleasured myself while thinking of you.

I have lost count of how many times I have lost count...

I know it's wrong. I know it's immoral. You are just a boy and I am practically a grown man. The whole of society would condemn me for my feelings and the law would strike me down if I acted on them.

But I don't care.

I just don't see why it's wrong. I won't ever hurt you, Trunks; I won't ever do anything to hurt you because I can't. I swear on my life more than anything else I will always be there for you, to hold you and protect you forever and ever more.

Trunks, I want to please you.

It's been so many years, you must be eleven by now, hardly a little boy, but the attraction just grows as you do.

I know it's wrong...

But I don't care.

I love you little Trunks.

I want to make you mine, I want to hold you and give you the pleasure you deserve for gracing the planet with your adorable presence.

I want you to be my boy.

Because inside, deep inside, I'm just a boy too, just a boy like you.

Because I love you Trunks.

Someday, we will be together.

Someday, I will prove to you the depth of my love for you.

Someday, you will be my boy.

Because I love you...

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Well? What do you all think? If you want me to continue this, please tell me in your review, because I don't know if I should. Thanks for reading!