Wish
Ashiko Tsurugi

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"Trunks," murmured the soft voice. His rough, calloused hands cupped the young man's face, leading him to tender lips.

Tongues danced, a battle for power. He moved his hands from his face to the dark blue shirt, freeing it from the binds of his thick leather belt. Fingertips slid across scarred skin.

"G-Gohan," he moaned as fingers touched his nipples, hardening them.

Oh, how he longed to hear his name moaned, moving past Trunks' lips in a soft breath of ecstacy.

I want to take you, my darling... He wished he could murmur.

But, none-the-less, it was a daydream... A very inappropriate one, especially at the moment, as Videl had a one-sided conversation with his spirit-less shell.

"Gohan," came her voice, clearly irritated.

"Hmm, yes?" He looked at her with a mask of interest. He'd become good at hiding what he's thinking.

"You're not listening to me."

"What makes you say that?" He took a sip of his hot cocoa, staring forward, refusing to make eye contact. That was when he would break.

"The blank stare that seems to accompany all Saiyajins when they aren't listening."

He shrugged.

Videl smirked, nudging Gohan in the gut," So, what are you thinking about?"

Gohan looked down at her. He saw an odd glint in her eye, unsure of what it meant. He looked out the window at the bare ground.

"Snow."

The orange autumn leaves had long since been swept away by the harsh winds, and the bitter cold had settled into its temporary home. Menacing gray clouds billowed overhead, threatening its icy rain; rain, not snow.

It was almost Christmas, and it hadn't snowed.

Videl folded her arms and looked out the window after Gohan's gaze. She could have sworn she had seen the love-sick look in his eyes...

Maybe it was for me... suggested her mind and Videl felt her heart do a little fluttering dance. Could I be so lucky?

The high schooler standing beside her was tall, muscular, and drop-dead gorgeous. His raven-wing's hair stood up in numerous spikes, defying gravity, and yet being soft to the touch. His eyes matched his hair, full of emotion... That's why it was so odd to see Gohan staring off into space. He was always concentrating on SOMETHING.

She couldn't help but pray it was her...

***

In that same spot, in a different time, stood a young man with long lavander hair.

He stared out the same window, at the same dormant grass along the same rolling hills at the base of the mountain.

His expression was the same distant look, as he focused on something unseen on the horizon.

"Gohan," his hoarse, unused voice murmured.

He remembered fondly his mentor, the one older than him... The one who sacrificed his life so Trunks could have a remotely normal one... (It didn't work). Then... as soon as Trunks was sure he was over the little crush he had as a 14-year-old to that man, his recently deceased mother sprung a new idea upon him:

Go to the past, save Gokou, and get stronger!

"At least one timeline won't be screwed over..." commented his mother with a weak, forced smile.

And Trunks' lonely heart skipped a beat. He jumped at the chance to see his mentor...!

His love was a child--! He'd forgotten about the age difference...

But the shining soul still shone through. Gohan's pure heart treated him like a friend -- unlike all the others who shunned his attempt at help.

There was nothing left for him here... His mother had died from over-exhaustion... There was no one left...

The only person who loved him --at least put up with him -- was in the past...


And he intended to meet up with him once again.

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A/N: Short, sweet, and only the first chapter. ^_^ Keep checking back for more updates...