A Mirai Trunks and Gohan story. This is set before the Majin Buu Saga, when Trunks leaves on his Time Machine to return to the future. But in this, Gohan stops him! What happens to both when they realize some important concepts about each other?
Mirai(Future)Trunks age 18
Gohan age 10
Age differences are on purpose.
Editing may still be in progress. ^^
Italics = Thoughts
Bold = Shenlong's speaking
Normal = Speech and story
I don't own Dragon Ball/Z/GT-Yaoi, don't like, then don't read this
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A group of friends and family gathered on an important day, all with smiles of warmth graced on their lips. A Time Machine, one with an engraved, special writing on it, stood tall, glistening in the morning light. And a boy, with a sad look, and shimmering, black Onyx orbs, stared at the machine.
Then, there was a man of cropped lavender-colored hair. A sword stood out in awe on his back, as did his desired grin. He waved to his friends, and pressed a red button on the Time Machine.
A door opened and fell in front of his feet. He took a slow step onto the ship, and stopped mid-way.
He looked back to the boy, and gave a suave peace sign. The prince chuckled and turned back to the inside of the machine, and averted his attention to the controls. He walked further in and sat in a red velvet chair, and sighed.
"It's finally over..." He muttered to himself with relief.
The messy-haired boy clenched his teeth with a very sturdy rage. The thought of him leaving so soon, was obtuse! Time is what he desired with him. Laughter is what he desired with him. Comfort? Absolutely.
"Well," The man started, a triumph look abstracted on his face,"I'm glad to finally see that my departure from the future, saved you all from the destructive I had to grow up with."
The prince looked to his father,"And I'm glad to know that some of you cared enough to almost sacrifice yourself for me."
His father, one with a long-sleeved blue T-shirt, only turned his eyes elsewhere.
The man chuckled lightly,"Again, thanks to all of you!" He extended his finger to the controls that closed the door, but was ceased by a sudden desperate shout.
"Wait! Please don't go, Trunks!" The boy yelled after him. Everyone looked to him in bafflement.
Trunks stood from his chair and headed to the entance, and stopped right at the start of the door,"Gohan?"
Vegeta growled from the tree. What's the brat doing?
Gohan paced his eyes on all the staring faces, but stopped himself. He looked into Trunks' icy blue eyes, and found his words,"Please, don't go...not yet. Not after you stay a couple days more."
The lavender-haired demi-saiyan blinked in puzzlement, and tried to register the strange words his was receiving.
Stay? He thought with small excitement. Was I really going to be missed? I thought they had Present Trunks for their joy? Well, for Gohan, Present Trunks isn't enough. That warms my heart.
"No!" Vegeta screamed out, catching the attention of everyone around, even Trunks,"I refuse to take this crap! Can't you see? You're presence here is messing up the timeline! What if another android freak shows up and wipes out? Then we'll know who's to blame."
Gohan frowned, as it was the truth. But, a couple days couldn't hurt the timeline that severely...right? It wasn't like there were anymore villains to cause catastrophe on the Earth again. Well, not any that Gohan knew. But a feeling in his gut told him to believe his heart.
Trunks furrowed his brows,"I know that better than anyone else here. And because of that, I'm staying."
"What?" The raven-haired saiyan jaw dropped in astonishment,"Y-you can't be serious?"
Gohan's face brightened inwardly, only showing a tugged smile with his lips. His heart raced and his mind was clouded with regrets and questions, none with answers followed afterwards.
Vegeta clenched his fists and raised it to his chest, to show his warnings.
Bulma, Trunks' mother, only watched intently as her future son walked down the door, and closed it as he stepped off.
He grasped the strap of his sword, and unclipped it. He let it hang from his hand,"Of course. I've never felt more serious in my life. I wanna stay." Trunks said the last part slowly, taking a pause inbetween each word. He smirked and swung his sheath over his shoulder, letting it hit his back.
"Boy," The saiyan warned,"What makes you think you're needed anymore? Your job is done. Goodbye!"
Gohan circled around and smeared. He opened his mouth to say something, but Trunks cut in.
"Well, Gohan thinks it. So it much be true, father." He felt some pain in his stomach from the hateful words being directed at him.
"Yeah!" Gohan added it, but very bashful. His cheeks burned a crimson red, and the fact that Vegeta glared at his face, made the situation worse.
Trunks looked to him, and slowly grinned warmly. A reason, besides pissing his father off, was the major fact that he loved the little demi-saiyan. Gohan had the perfect personality. He was kind, inside and out. And that really warmed Trunks' heart, since he had thought about Gohan through the entire fight with Cell, and the androids in his time. It was a dream to have a close friend, because he was raised that love and friendship was a waste of time, and it never fit with war.
"Brat, you're just messing up the timeline! Use your stupid head for once! Keeping him is a disaster! He's a chaos magnet, if you hadn't noticed. These terrors are inevitable, and I'm sick of it!" Vegeta marched closer to Gohan, and then stopped. He looked to Trunks, and grit his teeth,"Are you intending to cause us trouble again, brat?"
Everyone glared at him, including Trunks. Gohan shook his head, grabbing the saiyan's attention.
He was at a lost of words to tell Vegeta. He wanted to defend Trunks, but he couldn't. Fighting was something he was good at, but it was also something he hated.
Trunks clenched his free hand and came closer to his father,"Father, here is some information for you. I don't get friends in my time. Sure, there was Mirai Gohan, but I'm not going into the sad tale with him. I don't have anyone, except for the blood thirsty beasts! And they don't play the games I like! Let me be! Firstly, if you hadn't noticed, I'm old enough, and secondly, you're not going to lift a finger if I stayed with Gohan. You know it. So stop acting like a few days will hurt!"
Vegeta grunted,"Whatever. But to risk it all for Kakarot's worthless brat... pathetic..." He turned around and headed to the backdoor of Capsule Corp., but ceased again when he grabbed the knob,"For your information Trunks, I can sense some strange stuff you can't. So heed my warning..."
All had eyes on Vegeta as he exited into the building, then the eyes turned to Trunks.
I could've swore to Dende that I heard him call Gohan worthless... Trunks thought. Father, I swear your pride gets old!
The lavender-haired prince looked to Gohan, and his emotions changed. He felt bad for the 10 year old. He was forced to fight Cell, and watch in guilty silence as Goku sacrificed himself. Well, silence for him. Nothing around him was probably registering into his mind.
Gohan dropped his head in shame. His feeling of guilt returned into his system. The guilt that was conceived when his father put him into the ring with cell, and haunted him day and night since the Cell Games. Now, he felt that feeling that some unknown terror would present itself and would assassinate everyone, just because of his desision.
His face flushed and Gohan shuffled his feet uncomfortably. The stares and awkward silence vexed him.
"Gohan," Trunks spoke up, breaking the pregnant silence.
The messy-haired demi raised his head, and tilted it to the side so he could see Trunks on his left.
"Don't let him get to you." The prince said with warmth and a small smile,"He's just trying to change your mind. So no need to wallow up, he's not going to vex you, it would be a waste of his training time."
Bulma giggled to herself to see how cute her older son was to Gohan. She turned around, and nodded to Krillin and the rest to give them privacy. They agreed quickly and left inside Capsule Corp. A reason why none retorted in the situation, was because they feared Vegeta still, and nobody thought is was a bad idea in the first place. It was just baffling.
Gohan began to feel tears build up. He hadn't felt the pain he did since his father's leaving... he was so embarrassed because Trunks was watching him too. Why he had tears, was totally out of his field of questions. All he understood, was the mistake he was making and how quickly things were turning out.
Trunks was already agreeing to a risk, to him, worth taking. He was unlike him, and unlike himself to be sensitive over something like this.
I guess dad did this to me... He thought griefly.
"No, Trunks. Vegeta was right. This was a horrible idea. I take full responsibility of the lies I told. You need to go, and fight the androids. Maybe you can come back but I-"
"Gohan," Trunks interupted,"I don't wanna go back. I need to, but I'm not going, not yet. There's nobody there waiting for me except my death bed. I love hanging with you guys. More then you can imagine. I wish I had someone like you in my time. If I did though, I would be a lot like Goku, and have more sagacity. Understand?"
"Not at all. I get the part with the loneliness, but not the death bed part. You can defeat the androids and Cell in the blink of an eye, I can see it. But not anything with me in it. I'm the one that caused your death bed. I just didn't know what I was thinking..." Gohan said, turning his head away so his tear were hidden.
Trunks only stared. Gohan was different. Just a few minutes ago, he was happy, but when he waved and turned to the controls, he could see from the corner of his eye that the grin faded into a frown.
"Well, I could just say that I think of you as my close friend. If he want me gone, you're gonna have to try harder. You wanted me here, might as well just do what your heart told you to. I'll stay with you, if that's alright."
Blood began to rise to Trunks' cheeks. The last line made him feel awkward. He couldn't put it in words how he wanted it, but he wanted to hang with Gohan some more.
As he was leaving, he kept telling himself to cease his staring at Gohan. Since he would've been gone by now, he could already feel the sturring of loneliness kick in...
"Trunks?" Gohan asked.
"Uh, Oh! Yes? Um, yeah?" Glad he's turned the other way.
"I'm sorry."
Trunks scratched the top of his head,"Why?"
"Because I'm ruining your time. I guess, since you're here, and not wanting to go anyway..." Gohan looked back, cheeks burning red,"Wanna just hang out, while Vegeta's not here?"
Trunks felt dumbfounded, and grinned wider. He tried to contain his inner excitement, but it was difficult to control,"Of course! I mean, sure."
Gohan chuckled,"Okay, no more gloomy faces. So, you wanna stay with me, or Capsule Corporation?"
Trunks looked to the building behind him, and shook his head when Vegeta entered his mind.
"Nah, I want to stay with you, like I said." He looked back and grinned.
Gohan nodded. Wow, I wonder how these next few days will turn out to be? I'm so nervous!
Trunks took off, leaving Gohan below. The raven-haired demi-saiyan shook his head to find himself again, and flew off after his lavender-haired savior.
Flying around the fluffy white clouds, Trunks watched as Gohan sped ahead and began flying in loops. He chuckled and felt the strap of his sword almost slip from his hand, but he didn't pay attention. Seeing how quickly Gohan changed from gloomy to happy was hilarious.
He was quite mature for his age, so Trunks had figured with Raditz and Freeza, Gohan wasn't childish anymore, or if he ever was. But how the loopy clouds were, it told the tale of Gohan's cildish nature.
Gohan laughed and swirled around the clouds, making twists in the sky. He was so excited to be with Trunks longer, and just the two of them together...alone.
It gave him a strange sturring in his stomach, and he liked it. They would be doing things Gohan did with Goku! And they did do a lot.
Gohan stopped and let Trunks fly and catch up. He giggled and placed a hand to stop the prince.
"What's up?" He asked.
The raven-haired boy pointed above his head. Trunks looked up in instinct and his eyes widened.
The looped cloud slowly came together and formed a Cell shaped head in the sky. Trunks chuckled lightly,"Nice." He complimented.
Gohan quickly powered up a Kamehameha and blasted it at the Cell cloud head. It created a fog, and caused an aurora above their heads that reflected the morning light. The rainbow of colors came down as mist, and coated the two saiyans in water.
Trunks turned to see Gohan smiling with his eyes closed, enjoying the mist around him. He grinned as well, and stared at the magnificent, beautiful person. His messy hair, glistening from the sun, and his smile, that vehemently made the pain go away.
A few days with him won't be as bad as I thought...
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Vegeta opened the door of the Gravity Chamber and walked into the hall with a towel around his neck. He turned towards the kitchen, where he looked to the table. A plate of already made food was set for him. He groaned as he picked it up and headed up the stairs into his room. He took a seat on his bed.
The day had frustrated him enough. Gohan asking Trunks to stay made him, pissed him off. Like he needs another threat to come a terrorize everyone.
It wasn't that he cared, it was because it was always an arrogant asshole that was more surpassed. And Goku always saved the day, dead or alive. It was the truth.
What he was really pissed about was how Gohan actually hestated his question before asking Trunks to stay...
The brat had said that Gohan and him were the only fighters left, and how he was trained by him, before he was purged by the androids. So, probably growing up with him had put some kind of bond between the two.
This was the problem.
Trunks was a little over-protective over Gohan. Something he could sense.
That made it the idea that one day, they would mate and he would never leave. No way in hell would Vegeta let that happen. If it happened sooner then he calculated, it would place him as a brother to Goku.
"No...," Vegeta clenched his sub, causing the condiments to ooze out on his hand,"I can feel how they are. It might be sooner then expected. When the chance comes, the brat will pay."
...:::vvv:::..
"Thanks Chi-Chi. Lunch was great!" Trunks politely said, not wanting to say something wrong that would tick her off.
"Glad you liked it." She thanked him and turned to Gohan.
He stood silently with his head dropped. He gazed at his shuffling feet, and sighed. He knew it was coming, when he didn't want it to. It was a time of peace, and Gohan wanted to not do anything dull and boring...like-
"Don't think that since you have a friend over that you can skip you're studies. So go upstairs and get started."
That. That is what he didn't want. How could he and Trunks go fishing, or swimming with homework and books in the way?
Trunks gave a grin that said 'good luck'.
"But mom," Gohan looked up, but avoiding his eyes,"Trunks only gets a few more days before he has to go. I want to spend time with him."
"That doesn't mean you can't do your homework! Now go up and study." She finished calmly, giving a go-do-it-before-I-bring-out-the-pan smile.
Gohan looked to the prince and grinned,"Could Trunks help me?"
Chi-Chi glanced at Trunks and eyed him. He took this in and quickly turned to Gohan.
"Do you have some smart in your brain? Or were you practially raised on the streets with no education?"
Trunks bent his elbow behind his head, and nervously said,"I helped my mother build the Time Machine...so-"
"Good enough, now help him so you two can have some fun tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Gohan and Trunks yelled in unison.
"Of course!" Chi-Chi screamed at them, her rage showing like water in a clear glass,"With the time you were out fighting with the androids and Cell, your homework was never done! Even with the both of you, it'll take all day, and maybe half of tomorrow! If you want to play, go do it now."
Both sweatdropped.
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Trunks opened the door to a depressed Gohan, and closed it. Gohan sat on the bed and fell on his back, staring at the ceiling. Trunks sat next to him, and picked his sword by the strap from the dresser next to the bed and clicked it together on ther bed post. He then placed his hands in his lap, and looked down to the raven-haired demi.
"What a great first day, uh?" Gohan said sarcastically. He sighed and sat up.
He looked to Trunks and looked down to his hands,"Sorry I'm ruining your day, and causing a scene from earlier this morning. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just wanted us to hang out together, not training for once."
Trunks chuckled and placed his hand on Gohan's arm. He smiled warmly,"I already forgave you."
"Really?"
"Sure, why not. You couldn't have ruined my day, because you were here with me the entire time. I'm having fun no matter what's going on. It's just something you are forced to live with when it is either a time of peace, or a time of crisis. This is my first peace time in my whole life, so I won't complain. I just don't want your day ruined."
Gohan blushed and turned away,"Thanks. You're a true hero, you know that?"
The lavender-haired prince gave a soft look, and laughed,"Well, if you put it that way. It was all Gohan and my mother's idea."
Gohan grinned and slowly looked to his desk with wary eyes. He dropped his smile and sighed depressingly again.
"I guess, if we want a fun day, we should finish up my homework. Unless you would rather perfer to do something else and let me finish. It would probably bore your intelligent brain anyway." Gohan insisted and stood from his bed. He walked to his desk, and counted silently in his head at how many books their were stacked. He counted 24 and growled frustratingly.
Just one day to not study and work...that was all Gohan asked for. He had just seared Cell and he was forced to do homework...what a hero's prize...
Trunks scratched the back of his head, Son style, and giggled flusterly,"Well, I'm not that bright, even being raised by Mirai Gohan and in a world of horror. Heh, heh."
Gohan looked back to him perplexed,"Gohan? Was I terrible in your timeline?"
Trunks covered his mouth, a muffled his voice,"No..." Phew. That was too close...
The messy-haired boy just shrugged his shoulders and didn't bother. He then picked up the stack from the desk and placed it on the ground, for more room. He grabbed the top book looked at it. The title read Chemistry and Physics. He opened it up and set in on the surface. He glaced only for a second, before his eyes wandered to the blank paper on the side. He grabbed a sheet and a sharpened pencil.
His thoughts were even focused on his studies, but more on a certain lavender-haired saiyan on his bed...
Trunks noticed a book shelf in the corner of the room from the bed. He looked to Gohan, and smiled. He crawled to the end of the bed, only a foot away from the shelf. He was on all fours when he stopped to look at the variety of books. Trunks' eyes skimmed the titles, and stopped at a notebook. He grabbed it and pulled it out. He feel onto his bottom, and crossed his legs.
Gohan didn't bother thinking of Trunks, rather that he could draw, like he used to always do. He touched the tip of the lead to the page, and began tracing out simple diagrams of a head. And then his imagination and thoughts were being placed to the paper...
His would be dead if his mother found him not studying, but this didn't vex Gohan at all. He was too busy drawing. He usually drew his dad and him splashing water at each other from the bath or from the river, but this time it was different.
He was beginning to sketch out a face. His drawing at serious, yet playful eyes, and a warm smile. He had a few strands in his face and cropped short hair. He started on a long-sleeved jacket, and a black tank top underneath it. Gohan sketched a sword handle sticking out from behind the right shoulder. He gave a peace sign with one hand, and had the other placed in his pocket.
The man had gray pants and a yellow belt. He gave him yellow-colored shoes, and finished up by erasing the ugly marks. He stared at it, and he blushed furiously.
He had drew Trunks!
Gohan panicked inwardly and started erasing the doodle. He didn't wanna look back and make himself look suspicious. So he just minded himself and kept erasing.
Trunks scooted to the bedpost and layed back against the pillow. He placed the book in front of his face and read the name, Gohan's Journal.
He thought is was adorable that Gohan had a diary. To keep all his secrets and personal thoughts in one place. Reading would break his wall of privacy, and the guilt would be a torture. He gripped tighter and glaced over to Gohan. His face serious and his body calm, so it looked liked he wasn't going to look back.
He opened it and he read the date. Age 766, May 19th. Trunks recognized this date. Only a week from when the androids first appeared. And when they were perparing for the Cell Games.
Trunks had trained with Goku and Gohan that day. Trunks suddenly found the audacity to read his journal.
He started on the paragragh below.
Dear Journal,
Today, was a fantastic day! Trunks was able to come and train with dad and I! Finally Vegeta let him. I was beginning to worry that if we were to die in 10 days, I would never see Trunks again! Glad to know that he could train, and just hang out. I'm a little disappointed with dad was with us. I wanted to be with Trunks alone, but I guess things don't turn out to be what you wanted. I did, though, enjoy every moment dad stopped to sit and take a quick meditation. This left Trunks and I alone together. He was interesting in the fight, and was ready to fight Cell, but his words bored me. Fighting this, fighting that, I hate it! I just want a normal life, and to stop with the anger issues! It is always training, never any fun! I guess growing up in a world with no hope, takes the fun out of your soul...too bad. I wanted to ask Trunks if he wanted to swim in the lake, but he would've said no. Sure, he's the closest friend I have, but I guess I should change my mind. He's so focused on fighting like dad, that he probably never even had an icecream cone. I wish he liked the same stuff I liked, then maybe it would make the wait for the Cell Games something worth waiting for. But now I wish it would come faster than 10 days. But, I shouldn't be too upset. I did wanna ask Trunks if he wanted to spend the night at my house. It would've been SO fun! But, again, he wouldn't have said yes, with Cell. I'm just sad about the fact that nobody comes over with my mom...and I had nobody even spend the night. Krillin did once, but it was a different reason, and it was because he needed a day away from Master Roshi, so he spent it with dad, not me. I wish Trunks knew that I wanted to hang out with him, as a true friend. If, he knew what a friend was like...anyway...
Trunks finished with a frown. He looked up from the book to Gohan. The prince stared and felt the pain from him. Trunks wasn't that fond of hanging out with people just for fun, so Gohan was probably right. He didn't know what I friend was like. Since Trunks was staying with Gohan for a couple days, he would surely swim with him. No training, just fun.
Trunks turned the page, and looked to the journal. The next page showed a sketch of him and Goku. They were in the sky, and looked to be fighting. Gohan probably drew this from memory when Trunks was sparring with Goku that day. He only got to train with Goku for one day, since he wanted to train with his father.
Gohan was very good at drawing, and Trunks admired him for it. Something about Gohan gave Trunks this strange feeling in his gut.
He closed the book, and set it on the dresser next to the bed. He looked up to Gohan to be ceased in his tracks.
Their eyes met, and Trunks relised that Gohan was watching him when he was reading his journal. Gohan's face was terrified, as if he had saw a ghost. Trunks blushed brightly, and looked to desk, where Gohan was scratching out some sort of picture.
Oh, man... Trunks thought before chuckling,"Sorry..."
Gohan looked to the floor,"It's okay, I don't mind. Do as you please. You're my guest, so don't let me stop you..." He said almost as a whisper. He turned back to the scribbled sheet, face crimson red.
Trunks smacked himself mentally. Going through Gohan's stuff wasn't right. He made a note to stay away from his belongings.
A strange feeling about the raven-haired demi-saiyan, gave Trunks butterflies. Was it because he was used to the Gohan from the future that this Gohan he was not used to? Or was it 'cause he didn't know what it was like to have a friend in a time of peace?
The questions didn't cease, but one caught his attention...
Does he feel a thing for him?
Trunks felt so good being next to Gohan when he was. It was one feeling he wanted to keep. One that actually felt like love, and care. The one feeling he never got or experienced in his life.
It was confusing, but Trunks just relaxed into the pillow and could picture the smile from Gohan as he did.
Trunks wanted Gohan to sit next to him, to see if the feeling wasn't just in his head.
"Hey, Gohan. Why not read over here? It seems uncomfortable being over there." Trunks insisted warmly.
Gohan smiled inwardly, and nodded. He picked up a book, and hopped from his chair. He sat on the bed, and layed back against the pillow.
Trunks hesitantly moved closer so that their sides now touched. Gohan didn't notice and kept reading.
Come on, where is this feeling? Where is it when you need it? Maybe, I need to get closer...? Trunks thought as he leaned against Gohan's side.
The raven-haired demi turned to him in confusion, and noticed at how close they were.
"Um, comfy, Trunks...?" He asked.
Trunks nodded and looked to the window to draw Gohan's attention away. Gohan did turn away, and continued reading.
Trunks smirked and a yawn came. His eyelids were suddenly heavy and the prince tried to stay awake. He looked to the clock with his eyes to read 12:45 p.m. It was only noon and Trunks was tired.
At this moment? Trunks couldn't believe it. He didn't get much sleep, since he was worried about the androids, and confronting them again. He wanted to sleep since this morning, but he kept himself awake. Now it caught to him and was putting up quite a fight.
A thought entered his mind, and he figured out how he could get the feeling.
He rested his head on Gohan's shoulder by sliding his body down, so their height came to equal. Trunks smiled and closed his eyes.
Gohan was so innocuous...he wouldn't get anger if Trunks decided to nap on his shoulder.
Gohan looked to Trunks with curious, chocolate orbs and blinked several times.
"Trunks?" He asked. But Trunks was asleep to him.
I knew he wouldn't get anger. Trunks thought.
Gohan smiled and set his head against his. He stared at the book and began day dreaming about his lavender-haired friend. All the fun they were going to have...Gohan was so excited!
But he too, was tired. He didn't sleep the last night. He was frightened he would never see Trunks ever again. He wanted to sleep over with Trunks at Capsule Corp., but Trunks would've said no...
Maybe, he was wrong...
In total, Gohan was tired...and Trunks was so comfy. His eyes were tired of reading the pages, and ached.
He closed the book, and set it on the dresser, on top of his journal. He cuddled closer, and slowly he drifted into sleep.
Chi-Chi stood by the door and flicked the light off. She had come to check on her son and Bulma's future son, but she found them cuddling together. She knew was studying and knew he didn't sleep the night before.
It was only noon, and a nap sounded nice. She might as well take one herself!
Maybe, Trunks should come over more often. Gohan probably loves how much of a brother he is to him. It is adorable to watch them cuddle together like that. I guess I should tone down to him...he's such a good boy anyway...
...:::vvv:::...
Trunks' eyes opened slowly, and he sat up. He felt arms wrapped around his arm, so he looked to his side. Gohan was sleeping silently and was cuddling his arm.
Trunks looked to the clock past him, and read 11:27 p.m. He had fallen asleep and slept 11 hours!
I must've been really tired...Trunks thought.
He stared at Gohan's position and winced at how his nect was bent to the side. Trunks rubbed his neck to feel some sore pain. He lefted Gohan up, and layed him straight.
He smiled tirely and layed down in the same position. His hair was mixed with his, and made a purple and black mixture.
Trunks giggled and brushed some hair out of Gohan's face. It was dark, but the moonlight highlighted his features.
"Wow...I'm getting that feeling, just by touching his face..." Trunks whispered zestfully.
He carassed Gohan's cheek, until his reached his hair. He began twirling his fingers and making curls.
Trunks wanted to sleep some more, but Gohan was such a sight to see...
He removed his hand from his hair and sat up. He pulled off his jacket and threw it on the floor over Gohan. He layed back down, and turned sideways.
"I did have fun, just to let you know..." Trunks muttered and brought Gohan closer. Gohan grabbed his arm and pulled him in, wrapped his legs around it. Trunks blushed and chuckled sleepily.
Gohan was quite the cuddler...
He brought his head back to touch the messy-haired demi's, so their hair entwined together.
I can't wait for what the next few days will be like...
He thought before drifting away on his own Nimbus...
And somewhere, in the midnight sky, the stars twinkled. Showing a certain raven-haired saiyan who could see the events in the future for Trunks and Gohan...
...:::vvv:::...
Hope you liked it! What will happen now with Trunks curious to know the feelings, and Gohan who wants to just be close with him?
Read on to find out...^-^
Review...FOR GOHAN!
Written 4/5/2011-Edited 24/1/2012