Chapter Thirteen

            Gohan soared through the air letting it cleanse his mind. He shut his eyes, and felt the wind roam all over his body in gentle movements.  It felt good. It relaxed him.

            Best of all it blocked out all the pain that he had been going through. 

            Despite the fact that he knew that it was better not to see Trunks, the rational part of his mind told him so, his heart still screamed to be close to Trunks, his body still lingered over the places Trunks had touched, his lips still burned at the thought of the demi-Saiyan's kiss...

            Gohan groaned as he realized he had fallen right back into his old thoughts. It was pointless battle and an endless cycle. 

            Gohan thrust his hands into his hair and pulled gently.

            "What am I going to do? No matter what I try, he still haunts me..."

            Gohan looked down towards the ground and saw an all too familiar building: Capsule Corp.

            His feet hit the ground softly and he walked towards the building. He didn't intend to go in. He never did. Just watched from a distance with lowered chi.

            Gohan could see a light shining out of Trunks's window, as the teenager paced back and forth in his bedroom. Trunks, it seemed, was having difficulties of his own.

            Gohan could feel a sob rising in his throat.  It caught there as a hand rested on his shoulder.

            He spun, getting ready to fight.

            "Bulma...." Gohan breathed, dropping his guard.

            The genius scientist just stood there staring at him for a moment.

            "I'm so glad it's you." she whispered finally, hugging him.

            Gohan didn't say anything. He had perfected the art of not revealing his emotions in front of other people.

            "Please Gohan..." Bulma spoke quietly. "Trunks needs you. You can't just leave him now, can you? He...He loves you."

            Bulma glanced into the demi-Saiyan's face, and saw... nothing.

            "Damn it Gohan!" Bulma yelled, hitting him on the chest as she started crying. "I was wrong and I know that. I would do anything to go back and correct my error. B-But I can't. You still can. He can't take this much longer... This forbidden love web you two weave... Just be with him. What I didn't see is that he's safer with you then anyone else in the world..."

            Gohan was staring into the night sky.

            "Has he gone back to school yet?" Gohan asked, changing the subject.

            "He tried... He really did." Bulma answered, still crying. "But... everyone knew about what happened. They stared, they pointed, and they talked."

            Gohan looked away, guilt burning him all over.

            "Gohan.... It wasn't all your fault." Bulma spoke, annoyed. "I don't know how to make you see that."

            "Bulma..." Gohan whispered in a hoarse voice. "How can you say that? The androids would have never laid eyes on Trunks if he hadn't been at my side..."

            Bulma sighed.

            "I've prepared myself for years for the day when Trunks would tell me that it was his time to fight the androids. Of course the androids would have spotted him sooner or later. Even if you two hadn't fallen in love, Trunks would have fought to defend this planet. It's in his blood he's a fighter. It's his -and yours- destiny."

            Bulma stared at the demi-Saiyan, praying for a response.

            "I just don't know what to think anymore..." Gohan whispered, tears finally building in his eyes.

            "When Trunks was in trouble..." Bulma began. "Vegeta came to me... Don't look at me like I'm crazy Son Gohan. He came in a spiritual form and told me that you and Trunks are meant for each other. Now, when you die, do you want to have to face Vegeta, because you didn't get with his son?"  Bulma winked a little, but her eyes were still sad.

            Gohan let out a weak laugh.

            "Please, Gohan. One night, stay one night, and tell Trunks how you feel. Then if you can still look me -and him- in the eyes and say you can't be around him anymore, then I'll never bother you again. Agreed?"

            Gohan sighed.

            "One night."

                                                            *~~~~~~~~~*

            Trunks was staring out his window, watching Gohan and Bulma, unknown to the two. He watched as both Bulma and Gohan entered the house. Instantly the need to run to Gohan and throw his arms around the other demi-Saiyan and kiss him filled the Prince's body. He shook his head, trying to rid those thoughts.        

            'Gohan doesn't love me anymore.' Trunks reminded himself.
            There was a sudden knock on his door, and then Bulma peered in.

            "Trunks, honey, you have a visitor."

            Trunks's whole body seemed to start shaking as he went down into the living room where Gohan was seated on a couch.

            Trunks's breath caught in his throat.

            'Oh Kami... I've forgotten how beautiful he is.'

            Gohan looked up, and he seemed to freeze for a minute.

            "Trunks, I.... I think we should talk." Gohan spoke.

            The words hung in the air for a brief moment.

            "We don't need to talk." Trunks replied.

            Gohan felt his heart stop beating. What was going on?

            "I only need one question answered." Trunks continued. "Do you still love me?"

            Gohan opened his mouth, and searched for an answer.

            "It's...difficult, Trunks."

            "No it's not." Trunks snapped. "Do. You. Love. Me? It's a yes or no question Gohan."

            Gohan stared at the teen, who was clenching his fists, staring determined. Gohan just took a few deep breaths for a moment. The tension in the air was awful, the air seemed to be standing still, not a sound broke the silence that had covered them.  

            "Gohan?" Trunks muttered, his eyes filling with tears. "Just tell me the truth, it's okay if you don't love me anymore, I just have to know. I mean I know you probably don't want somebody as dirty as me now."

            Gohan felt his heart twist in his chest.

            "Oh Kami Trunks.... I love you more then ever."

            Trunks rushed into the warm embrace of Gohan's arms.

            "Then just hold me." Trunks whispered, silencing the words that Gohan was about to speak. "Just hold me and don't ever let go."
            Gohan shut his eyes and breathed in Trunks's scent, it filled his body, intoxicating him completely.

            He kissed the top of Trunks's head lightly, moving the velvety purple hair only slightly. Trunks moved his chin up and pressed his lips hard against Gohan's who became slightly surprised as a tongue battled its way into his mouth.

            They broke apart for air after a few moments.

            "I love you Gohan."

            "I love you too koi... I promise nothing will ever become between us again." Gohan whispered in a husky voice.

                                                *~~~~~~~~*

            Goku and Vegeta sighed in sync, as they left Trunks and Gohan to a make-out session.

            "It's really too bad they didn't get together sooner..." Vegeta spoke, sounding unlike his usual grumpy self.

            "Why?" Goku asked, glancing at the Saiyan Prince.

            "Trunks is going to die next month." Vegeta answered, his tone sad.

            "That's okay..." Goku replied.

            "What?!" Vegeta questioned, sounding outraged.

            "They have all of eternity to be together now..." Goku grinned.

Author's Note: Ahh… That's pretty much it folks. ^^;; There may be an epilogue or something, but that is basically the end of Forbidden. Wow, I wish I had known that was coming. Anyway, for all you Harry Potter fans,  I am now retreating over there to work on some Sirius x Remus. :p I tried Draco x Harry, but I guess I wasn't too good, lol. You know the drill, review or email at vegetaztwin@hotmail.com