Trunks had given Goten the day off as he took his lunch break at a café with the view of the ocean. He smiled thinking about last night. He was really rough with Goten and by the sounds coming out of the raven-haired man's mouth, he enjoyed himself.

When he had woken up in the morning, he had heard the sound of a body hit the floor. Looking over the edge of the bed, he saw Goten struggling to stand up as he hissed in pain. He remembered apologizing from getting carried away as he helped Goten to the bed.

"Trunks," said a female voice.

He came out of his thoughts to see the last person he thought would ever want to talk to him. Trunks stood up in his chair. "Chichi, what are you doing here?"

"May I sit?" she asked.

"Yes," he pulled out her chair, "of course, sit down." Trunks sat back down as he felt his own nerves in his body.

"It's no secret how I feel about you Trunks but when I heard my son's heart breaking over the phone, I know now I can't deny how much he loves you, how much he's willing to give up for you."

"He loves you so much to Chichi, but he feels like he's lost you. He feels like he's tearing the family in two different directions when all he wants is everyone to be together."

"My father won't exactly be happy about this," she said as she took Trunks' hands in hers, "but I'm willing to try for Goten to accept your relationship with him."

"Chichi, you don't know how much that means to me and Goten."

"I think I do Trunks," she smiled.

"I knew you two would work it out," said a female voice.

"Bulma," said Chichi.

"Hey mom," said Trunks. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh you know me," she said as she raised the bags in her hands, "I couldn't resist doing a little shopping."

"Dad's coming home soon, isn't he?" Trunks smiled.

"Tomorrow," she sighed. "I'm so excited."

"Mom, I really don't want to know what that means."

"Jeez Trunks how do you think you got here?"

"I know how I got here. I've walked in on it several times unfortunately."

"What Bulma, do you never lock the door?" asked Chichi.

"When you're in the throws of passion, it's—

"Mom, please don't finish that sentence."

Chichi smiled at mother and son. She missed Goten, and she wanted more than anything to make things right with him. She interrupted Trunks and Bulma. "Trunks, do you think Goten would want to see me?"

"Sure, come on lets go," he smiled. "Mom, are you coming?"

"No, I have to get home. There's something I'm in the middle of working on. I'll see you later sweetie," she said as she kissed Trunks on the cheek before she left the café.

Trunks called his secretary to let her know he was taking the rest of the day off and if anyone needed him, to call him on his cell phone. Chichi drove her car and followed Trunks' direction to the house. The trip there was hazardous considering how Chichi drove. His heart had never raced so fast. He thought he was going to die.

Goten hissed as he slowly inspected his body. Purple bruises along with fingernail marks wounded the skin of his inner thighs. He looked towards the bathroom and sighed. 'Damn Trunks and his insatiable appetite,' he hissed as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Standing up slowly, he yelled out in pain as he fell back onto the bed. 'I hate him!' he thought as he tried to stand again. Once he was in standing position, he felt a burning sensation between his legs.

Quickly, he made his way to the bathroom, turned on the water, and stepped into the shower. After this difficult task, he managed to get back to his bed on his back, wrapped in a towel around his waist. He was breathing heavily but managed to bring the blanket over his body as he drifted to sleep.

Goten awoke to the sound of two footsteps entering the house. Sitting up, he took the time to sense the two energies. He knew the first one was Trunks and was surprised to feel the second one was his mother, so he rushed out of bed, put some fresh clothes on, and calmed himself down before he left the bedroom.

"Mom!" said Goten as she looked at him and smiled.

"Hi sweetie, I hope it's ok. I've missed you so much," she said as Goten hugged her.

"Well, I can see you two have some catching up to do. I'll give you some privacy," he said as he disappeared into the bedroom.

"Thanks Trunks!"

Goten and Chichi sat down in the living room as Chichi's eyes roamed around the place. "I have to hand it to Bulma, she does great work."

"Yeah, it really feels like my home."

"Well I hope you know where your first will always be," she said as she held his hand.

"I do mom. I'll never forget all the memories I've had there with my family."

"You and Trunks are welcome anytime."

"And you're welcome here to but make sure you call first before you come over."

"It's your home, your rules Goten."

"Thanks mom."

"So, how are you? I heard from Trunks on the way here that you're working as his chef."

"I'm fine. It's a great job mom. The kitchen is huge, you should see it."

"I'll have to come by some time."

"Hey mom, what about Grandpa?"

"Leave that to me sweetie it's time he understood how stubborn this family really is," she smiled.

"I never thought we'd get here mom, and I appreciate you trying to understand my relationship with Trunks."

"It will give me the chance to get to know the Trunks you love so much and not other peoples' perception of him."

"I'd like that a lot."

"Well, it's getting late," said Chichi as she got up from the couch and walked towards the door.

"It's really good to see you mom. Goodnight."

"Goodnight sweetie," she smiled.

Goten walked into the bedroom to see Trunks putting his laptop aside on the side table and smiled at him as Goten ran towards the bed and jumped on top of Trunks who laughed as they wrestled around the bed. When they got tired, they lied side by side on the bed, catching their breaths.

"I can feel how happy you are," Trunks smiled, "and it makes me happy."

"It feels good you know. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders for the first time in my life."

"I think I'll never know what that's like," Trunks said honestly.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Goten as he sat up to face Trunks.

"I'm happy don't get me wrong, but I've felt the weight on my shoulders ever since I was little. It's understandable with who my parents are. I mean I never stood a chance."

"Go on," said Goten.

"My mom is the daughter of a famous scientist who was the President of Capsule Corporation, and my father was the prince of all saiyans. I became the President of Capsule Corporation, which makes me a social pariah, and I've been trying to live up to my father's expectations of me ever since I was able to understand what being a saiyan meant."

"Yeah, but you've carried all that way because you think you have to but you don't. Trunks, you're the one who wanted to be the President of Capsule Corporation; your mom didn't force you. Also, I know how hard you've tried over the years to get your father to be proud of you and accept you but the truth is he's always been proud of you even if he didn't always show it. Sometimes I could just tell, of course I may have been little but I wasn't stupid."

"You think I can just let go of all that weight I've created for myself?"

"No, but I know you can Trunks. Maybe not today but with time I think the weight will lessen until it's all gone."

"When did you become so wise?" Trunks smiled.

"It's always been there. I mean I may not be academically smart like you Mr. Briefs, but I've been told I can be quiet smart about life," he said as he lied his head down on Trunks' chest and wrapped an arm around him.

"Hey, um about yesterday I—

"I'm sore Trunks, but I'll live."

"I just don't know what got into me. I flipped you on your stomach and something inside me snapped."

"I know," he smiled, "I was there. I mean I was surprised, but I didn't hate it like I thought I would. I didn't feel cheap or ashamed like I expected."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself chibi," he said as he wrapped his arms around him, "but I can't submit myself like that."

"I understand Trunks."

"I don't think my human side would like it very much either."

"I get the point Trunks. You like to in control and on top, but you can't expect me to submit all the time. My human side wants control every once in a while."

"Sounds fair to me chibi," he said as he leaned down and kissed his lover on the forehead.

"So," he smirked, "You are willing to give up some control, interesting."