A Second Of Non-Existing Passion
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Gohan's P.O.V.
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For a while now I've toyed with the thought of starting a relationship with Trunks. It could be interesting. He's a looker, that's for sure, a great fighter, and a reliable friend. Everything you could ever want in a boyfriend. I usually found myself fantasizing about him, his hot hands all over my body, a think fog of passion surrounding us. To take him or not to take him, that was the question. Another question popped up in my head along side it: Was he a virgin? With the looks he's got I seriously doubt it but being in the situation they were in (i.e. evil androids trying to take over the world) it was hard to find time to get laid. Let alone sleep. Or crap in the toilet. Or eat. Now that I think about it, there wasn't much time for anything except fighting.
Still, I decided after a long debate of 15 seconds, I would make time for Trunks.
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Trunks P.O.V.
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Gohan was cool, man. He was hot, sexy, cute, strong, gentle, calm and just plain nice. I really did like him. But did I like him more than a friend? Yes, he decided, he did like him as more than a friend. He has everything anyone could want, nice smile, cool hair, generous, great butt, firm body, I mean who wouldn't like him. Trunks was sure they'd make the perfect couple. He imagined them walking on the sand, hand in hand, the wind ruffling their with the sunset a brilliant shade of pink. Yes, perfect.
He decided, then there, he would make Gohan his.
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Both P.O.V.
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Trunks and Gohan ran at each other from opposite ends of a beautiful field filled with luscious flowers. Arms outstretched towards each other, they moved in slow motion, their hair flying around them. The sun shone brightly on the two boys, no men, as they ran, in slow motion, to their goals. Each other. A light haze hung in the air.
'Nearly there.'
The thought flashed through both their heads at the same time. Why couldn't they move any faster? They were super Saiyans damn it! Does the word super mean nothing to this author… seconds later and they were still going in slow motion. Apparently not… Finally they made it to each other. Their arms flung around each other in happiest as they shared their first kiss.
It was…
Some what disappointing. Neither boys knew what the problem was, but it just didn't feel right. Well, to say it was passionate would defiantly be an overstatement. A complement even. To the kiss it would be anyway. But why am I saying this? Kisses do NOT have personalities, let alone feelings.
They both ripped away from each other simultaneously.
"Well, THAT sucked," said Gohan disappointedly.
"Yep," Trunks whole-heartedly agreed.
With that both warriors walked off, never to speak of this moment again.
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"AHHHHHH!!!" Gohan screamed at the top of his lungs as his shot up into a sitting position, panting heavily. It took him a while to finally realize it was all a horrible, horrible nightmare and it didn't really happen. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and his boxer clung annoyingly to his thighs. He decided to take a shower. Relief washed over him as the water made its way down his naked body. Finishing his shower he went back to bed, a whole lot calmer then when he had woken. He could've danced in happiness.
He wasn't gay!!!!
Oh, Happy Day!
Ummm… The End?
(A/N: Sorry about this fic. The idea just pooped into my head fifteen minutes ago. I'm very disappointed with myself. I know I can do better then this but hey! I was on a high, ok? Anyway, DON'T EXPECT A SEQUEL! Trust me, I don't want to go through the pain of writing something like this again.)
Later, Kris.