AN: Restarting this. As promised the story has been edited, tweaked, and the overall plan revamped (even though I'm still planning). Old readers, not much changed in this chapter beside some word changings and grammar fixes.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or its characters
Trunks knew the meaning of loss. He had lost his father while he was still an infant. His mother had told him about those that would have been considered family: Goku, Krillin, Piccolo, Yamcha, and Tien. All except Goku murdered by those cursed androids. Yes, Trunks knew about lose. It would not have been so bad if it was all behind him, but he was exposed to its icy grip every day of his life. There was no safe haven from the androids. There was no knowing when they would strike next. Each night on the news he witnessed defenseless innocents struck down. And every once in a while while out on an errand he would witness these atrocities in person. Even friends had been slaughtered. The city had proven too exposed with its teeming life. It was a prime target.
His mother and he had deserted their Capsule Corp home for a rural. This though came with one tiny pleasantry; it brought him closer to Gohan. If it were not for this unyielding man's company and influence Trunks would have probably fallen into despair. He would have had his mother, and she had been nothing but loving, but Trunks' true solace was in Gohan. Gohan gave him something to work towards. He was superior in every way. He had compared himself in height, weight, ability, intelligence, and even self-control. He had trained his hardest to gain equal footing with Gohan, but he still never felt adequate enough.
Gohan had also been his relief. He had always feared showing weakness to his mother. He worried that if she knew just how helpless he felt she would grow terrified of life. Gohan and he were the last remaining saviors of the world. However, Gohan had allowed him to show this weakness. They discussed the topics that weighted upon their souls like crippling gloom, such as death and what would happen if they failed in defeating the androids. They also cried. Trunks had been holding all of it in for so long that he was surprised the first time that Gohan had broken. They had been sitting quietly together watching the blood red sky of the setting sun. The tears streamed down his face silently. It was such an odd yet beautiful sight for Trunks that he had thought he was imagining it.
"Gohan?" he asked incredulous.
"Oh, I'm sorry Trunks. It's nothing." Gohan wore a fake smile and wiped at the tears. Mesmerized Trunks pulled his friend against him and began crying as well. It was as if a flood had broken. He cried all the tears he had held back; tears for his father, for all the warriors he had heard about but never truly knew, for all the friends he had lost, for all the friends he could have had. They clung to each other crying for a dying world. After that day they had begun to open up more to each other, and he could tell that both he and Gohan seemed healthier for it. Holding their emotions in for so long had not been good for them. The two allowed themselves to cry freely when alone from that point on.
Having never known Vegeta, Gohan became his father figure. That would explain why he saw him as so perfect. At least it had started out that way. He was his aim of achievement, his supply of guidance, his companion. As the years grew on Trunks began to notice changes in the way he felt about Gohan. He would stare at him longer than he should have. He began noticing small unimportant things such as how his hair blew around his ears. The more he observed, the more perfect Gohan appeared to him. He noticed things that he shouldn't have as well, such as the curve of his ass, the tightness of his pants, the bulging muscles. Is something wrong with me? Trunks had wondered. For the first time he felt uncomfortable confronting Gohan with a problem. Instead he asked his mother indirectly.
"Mother, is it strange for men to find other men's bodies attractive?"
"That's a strange question Trunks. What brought this on?"
Nervous he told the first lie he could think of, "I saw some guys giving each other weird looks yesterday and it has been on my mind."
His mother sat contemplating how to answer for a while before speaking. "It's not strange. You see, Trunks, some people are different. Most people find the opposite sex attractive, but some find the same sex attractive, and even a few find both attractive or no one attractive at all. I don't tend to think about these things, especially nowadays. Some people turn it into a huge deal, saying its morally wrong, but I don't really think it's our place to tell people how to live their lives. Does that help, dear?"
"Yes, thanks mom" He flashed her a brilliant smile. Gohan might still be creeped out by him, but at least he knew he was not abnormal.
Okay, so he was in love with Gohan, big deal. Lots of people are in love yet don't act upon it, right? He would just have to admire him from afar. He could still do that, right? He tried, he really did but it became increasingly more difficult. The wind would blow his scent towards him or the sun would shine across his skin just so. The scent or sight would be too much for Trunks. He would feel a slight involuntary tightness from within his pants. He would have to make some lame excuse to leave before Gohan noticed or he made some move which he would later regret.
Laying upon his bed he finally decided to let go. It was just like his tears, it wasn't healthy to keep holding it inside. After double checking that his door was locked he reached a hand down into his jeans. His erection jumped from the contact and he let out a small moan. Excited now, he undid his pants pushing them down slightly. He then pushed his boxers out of the way exposing the erection to the night air.
Closing both his eyes with his hand around the erect member, he let images of Gohan fill his mind. Gohan's unclothed body, sweat glistened, leaning in, embracing him. "Gohan," the strangled cry escaped him as his hand stroked up and down upon his shaft. "Gohan, Gohan," he repeated the name as a mantra, imaging all he had denied himself. Gohan's mouth sucking him, his hot breath mingling with his own, warm kisses covering his body. He could feel his climax approaching, and he sped his hand pumping himself for all he was worth. "God Gohan! So good." Warmth coiled in the pit of his stomach spilling out onto his stomach.
Lying there now sticky, he allowed himself to cry a bit. Stupid, you don't even know how Gohan feels. Maybe he likes you too. Don't be stupid Trunks. What is there to like about you? But what was the worst that could happen from telling him? Trunks decided that he would tell him his feelings the next day, if only to help him push them away. Too bad that would be too late.