No Happy Endings

Part Five

By: Freewater

Rating: R for swearing, and mature themes, but no lemon in this story

Pairings: Gh-Tr Tr-Pn

Warnings: Aside from swearing there's nothing that I can think of

Notes: These things here ooooooo are for a change in time, scenery, or character

Disclaimers: I don't own, nor do I claim to own DBZ. This story was written for the Hell of it with no profit.

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Gohan's POV

I was a little shocked when Trunks fainted in my arms after I kissed him, but then again, I guess I should have expected it. He looked so afraid of me when I showed up, and when he winced away from me when I reached out to simply touch him... it practically broke my heart.

Trunks is afraid of me.

Not like I can blame him though. It wasn't like I was giving him any reason not to be after Pan forced him to marry her. And it sounds stupid, I know, but the only thing I could think of to try and make him not afraid of me was to kiss him. So I did. And then he fainted.

I was a little confused at first, because in all honesty I never though I'd see the day where Trunks would faint. But he did, and so here we are, in my house in the bedroom.

I wasn't too sure what had just happened with Vegeta, especially due to the bruise on his face, so I didn't want to risk leaving him at Capsule Corp, so that's why I brought him here. He's sleeping peacefully, and I can do nothing but watch over him and make sure he's alright and that I'm here when he wakes up.

I owe him some answers, and I want him to get them.

Trunks lets out a small groan in his sleep, and I'm on my feet in an instant. "Trunks?" I ask softly, leaning over him a little and praying that he wakes up.

He shifts a little before opening his eyes and looking up at me, and it takes him a few seconds to figure out that he's in my house with me. Because when he does, his eyes go wide and he presses himself further into the bed. As if he'll find an escape route that way.

"Trunks please," I start, backing away a little before raising my hands, trying to show him that I'm not about to hurt him, but he's still eyeing me suspiciously.

"What am I doing here?" He asks, whipping his head around in a near panic.

I can't help but wince at his distrust to me. But once again, I need to remind myself that's it's my fault to begin with. "You fainted." I reminded him softly.

He looks a little taken back at my words, but then I watch his brow furrow a bit in thought, most likely trying to remember what happened. And I guess he remembered that I kissed him because his eyes go wide again before staring up at me like I'd just grown a second head.

"Gohan?" He reaches a hand up to touch his lips uncertainly before putting his arm back down to help support himself on the mattress. "Did you...?"

Knowing what he was asking, I nodded my head, slowly moving back to sit on the bed next to his legs. To my ultimate disappointment, he inches away from me again. Showing just how little his trust for me really is.

"Wh-why?" He asks, looking up at me with confusion in his eyes.

I can't help but look down at my hands for a moment, loosely folded on my lap as I try to think of a way to answer that without seeming too insensitive. 'Yeah, my daughter just told me that she's been raping you while I sat back and let it happen like the idiot I am. Wanna hook up?'

I mentally groaned at the thought. I'm definitely going to have to think of something much better, that's for sure.

Trunks looks at me expectantly. Still awaiting a reasonable answer. "Well?" He asks.

I sighed, thinking it would be best to just get it over with. "Pan told me, Trunks," I start up, watching his face drop in shock at my words. "She told me everything. The marriage, you, all of it."

He swallows hard. "All of it?" He croaks nervously.

And I nod my head again. "All of it."

He stutters for a second, shaking his head as if in denial. "What... well... so what do you think?" He asks, and I know he wants to know how I feel about him now that I know how he feels about me.

I just can't believe he's this edgy. Jesus, was I really that hard on him?

I try to shrug off the uneasiness I myself am feeling over the whole thing with a smile, hoping to ease his mind as well. "I kissed you, remember?" I ask as lightheartedly as humanly possible.

He nods his head, not taking his eyes from me. "You did, but what do you think?"

"Shouldn't it be obvious?" I ask sadly, wishing that he would know just how much I love him with what was already said.

Trunks gives me a shake of his head, once again not taking his eyes from me. "I need to hear it from you. I don't want to assume something just to find out that I was wrong, I need you to say it."

He practically begged to hear me say it. How can I refuse that?

I leaned in a little closer to him, thankful when he didn't lean away from me. "Trunks, I am so sorry for what Pan did." I whispered sincerely, the mere thought that she had forced him to be with her making me feel physically sick. "If I had known sooner, I would have helped you with Vegeta if that's what you were so afraid of, I swear I would have."

Trunks frowned a bit at my words. "You apologized, but you still didn't tell me how you felt." He said, and I nodded my head.

"When you and Pan announced the marriage... I guess I was upset because I thought you loved her, and not me." I explained further, watching his eyebrows raise. "And when you said that you really didn't love her, I just lost it. I mean, to me, it was one thing to break my heart, but it was another to go after my daughter like that." I explained, leaning in closer to him. Once again, he didn't move away from me.

"Trunks, the only reason why I acted the way I did was because I was upset. I wanted you to love me so much, and when I found out that you were marrying my daughter, I could of lived with that, as long as you were doing something that would make you happy then I could live with it. But when you told me that you didn't love her either, I thought that you were only out to hurt her. It was just... I don't know, it just hurt that you didn't love me or her, and I guess I wanted to hurt you for it."

Trunks blinked at my explanation. "You... wanted me to love you?" He asked, sounding shocked at the simple notion.

I nodded my head.

"Why?" He asked.

I bit my bottom lip, making a move to go closer but then deciding against it. Determined to just tell him the truth. "Because I love you." I said quickly, as if the confession was like ripping off a band-aid and the best way to do it was to do it fast.

His face softened. "Really?" He breathed, looking like I had just made his day.

I nodded, not really knowing what else to say aside from that, and just praying that he wouldn't hate me for the rest of my life.

But then, to my complete surprise, he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt before pulling me close. "Then let me show you how much I love you." He whispered enticingly in my ear, pulling me down on top of him.

I kissed him again, hard, and thankfully he didn't faint this time.

Pan's POV

I just got the letter in the mailbox today. From Trunks's lawyer. The most hurtful thing you could ever imagine.

Divorce papers.

It's been only a week since my father stole him from me, but even so, I must admit that they work fast.

My hands are practically shaking as I look over the signature spaces at the bottom of the page, the rest of the writing at the top is useless to me since I already know what it is.

One space has Trunks' neat handwriting already in place, and the other is blank, ready and waiting for me to sign my own name to set him free.

My heart clenches at the sight of it, tears streaming down my cheeks. Because I know that this is really it. All I have to do is sign this, and it's really over.

I don't know what I expected from him when I let him go. I guess in the back of my mind I was hoping that he would realize that he was meant to be with me, and then come back saying that he'd made a mistake.

But he's not coming back. That's so clear to me now. He got the divorce papers ready and signed them without a second thought to me. Because he really wants out, and is happy to be away from me.

It's enough to make my blood boil. I love him and he doesn't even care about me.

I quickly bring the papers up, positioning them as if getting ready to tear them in half. The stupid, ugly, horrible things! If I sign them then I won't be married to Trunks anymore! I don't want to sign them! I don't want him to leave me! He's supposed to be with me! Not my father!

A loud rip is heard through the house, but I'm the only one there to hear it.

Looking down at my hands, I can see the crumpled pieces still there, one half in each hand. And I smile at them. They were going to make me leave my husband. Those papers almost ruined my life.

I'm glad I destroyed them.

I then drop them to the floor, getting a small Ki blast ready to incinerate them....

Tunks' POV

It's so hard to believe that it's finally over. That I'm finally free of that joke of a marriage, and am actually with Gohan right now.

It's been nearly a year since Pan first found out I was gay, and that was one year of pure hell. Being with Gohan right now is nothing less than pure bliss. And I can honestly say that it was worth going through all of that with her just to be with him.

The first day we got together, after we... uh... proclaimed our love if you will, we talked.

I had no idea that he felt so deeply for me. I mean hell, I would have been pissed off too if I thought that the love of my life was preying on my daughter, so I couldn't really blame him for what happened. Just thinking of the pain he must have gone through, seeing me with her all the time makes my heart ache.

But then again, my heart was always aching when I was with her and seeing him. So in a way, I kind of know how he feels.

God, he was so worried for me that first day. Some of the questions he asked about the marriage were just unbelievable! He actually thought that Pan had raped me.

Now that I actually think about it though, if I had slept with her anytime over the course of our forced marriage, I guess that's what it would have been. Because in the long run, I never wanted to be with her. Needless to say I put a stop to that train of thought pretty quick. Gohan's having a hard enough time dealing with Pan right now, he doesn't need to add that to the list of reasons to hate her.

I'm just glad it's finally over.

I payed for a hotel room for us last night so that we could be together in peace. Having mom and the rest of the Son family bombarding us with questions about Pan and the marriage was just getting old, so we're hiding our Ki's and staying here for a few days until everything dies down.

Not like it matters really, having sex in the top floor of a five star hotel room is a must, and to anyone who can afford it, I highly suggest it. And considering the fact that we've both been celibate for so long, that only makes our time together all the better.

In fact, I wish he'd hurry up and wake up so I can have another go at him.

I'm standing outside on the balcony right now, but if I turn my head ever so slightly I can see him perfectly on the bed. Sleeping on his stomach on an angle so that he takes up most of the bed while his arm drapes over the side and his head is just on the edge. The thin bed sheet covering his gorgeous body by just barely.

I can't help but lick my lips at the sight of him. Even in his sleep he's the sexiest thing I ever laid eyes on, and I swear he's teasing me in his dreams right now.

I try not to think about sex too much. He looks way too cute to wake up, and I don't want to spoil the sight. So instead I turn back to the crumpled divorce papers in my hands.

I guess Pan had a fit when she got them, because the scorch marks on the edges along with the tear stains and tape riding down the center that is now holding the two pieces together is a big indication of how much she didn't want to sign these.

But even with all of that, her name at the bottom still makes our separation legal, and if I don't want to, I'll never have to see her ever again.

However, I still have Gohan to think about.

He's royally pissed off with her at the moment, but she's still his daughter, so somewhere down the road, whether it's months or years, he'll forgive her. I don't think he knows it right now, but I do.

In a way, I want him to forgive her. She is his only child after all, and I really don't want to fuck up his already fucked up family anymore than it already is. So whatever he decides, I'll just go with it.

A pair of arms slowly snaking around my waist startles me a bit, and I look up just to see a pair of eyes so black you have to question whether or not there's a set of pupils to go with them. And I smile. "Hey baby." I can't help but purr, leaning up to kiss him and putting a hand on his cheek as he kisses me back.

I love the way Gohan kisses me. It's like he's trying to make a meal out of my lips or something with the way he goes at it. Capturing, caressing, licking... it's fucking bliss.

When he pulls away from me, ignoring my little sound of protest when he does, I then notice that he took the time to put on a red bathrobe before coming outside with me; loose enough so that it covers him yet I'm still leaning against his bare chest. And I'm a little disappointed with it.

The second I get the chance, that thing is coming off!

He's holding me close now. "What are you thinking about?" He purrs into my ear, and I think I already know where his mind went off to. And I grin at the thought.

"I was thinking of taking a quick flight around town," I say, turning myself around to face him. "It being such a nice day and all."

We're swaying our hips now, ever so slightly, with my arms around his neck and his arms still around my waist. Like we're dancing to non-existent music.

He kisses me softly again, and my eyes melt shut into it. "What else?" He whispers against my lips.

I pull away just enough to get a good look at him, grinning the grin he said was his favorite. Tracing his jaw with my index finger. "I was thinking of taking you to the bed and ripping off your little bathrobe," I explain as he pulls me closer, and I can already feel his throbbing erection through the material. "And then I'd fuck you into next Sunday."

"Mmmmm, that's new, usually you let me do the fucking." He says, nibbling on my ear and knowing how much I love it.

"Well yeah," I purr. "But today I want you to just lay back and not have to worry about doing any of the work." I say, leading him to the bed just as planned, and all the while he's grinning like some broke guy who just won the lottery.

"Whatever you say, baby, lead the way." He says eagerly.

I guess real life really can have a happy ending.

OWARI

A.N: Okay, this is where I'm actually going to end the story, but if enyone has any ideas for a continuation then I'll consider doing it : -)

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