I am in such a writing mood, and in a shota mood too...so here's the next chapter. Do I need to officially raise the rating, or can you guess what's coming?

Thanks to my reviewers:

animeprincess1452 - Yes, evil cliffhanger, but here's more to change that!

KitsuneAkai13 - Gohan's a pedophile, I bet you all never saw that happening. Sorry agian for the cliffhanger, but it worked well here.

Candy the Duck - Okay, here's more for you and all the rest!

Chibi Goten-chan - Thanks for the review, and I, too, feel there aren't enough Truhan fics out there, so I decided to make one.

Electra Black - Well, maybe you should read more then...but what do I know, I have never read a good Truhan fic either, so what the hey?

Cliff the Great - Yes, we shall see how Trunks feels...in a few more lines at that.

Legolas19 - Whoa...do I know you? Anyway, here's the update, lucky for you you put up this review the very day I decided to update.

Never have I had so many reviewers for one chapter, I'm so happy!

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Chapter 3: Mine at Last

I've made up my mind; I'm going to tell you no matter what happens. My mind has been ravaged thus far, as I sit on your bed and you at your computer. I'm just staring at you, and my mind has been running through this over and over, I have to do it.

I raise my head, clear my mind and steel my resolve. I look you dead in the eye and my heart flutters as you look back, it's now or never.

"Trunks," I say softly, "there is something I have to tell you..."

You look right back at me, those beautiful eyes shining, and I can just about see my own reflection in them. It's as if you are boring a hole with your eyes, boring a hole down into my head to take a look at my soul itself. It's an intimidating look, one that makes my knees weak and my mind tries in vain to force me to look away, but I can't take my eyes off of yours, I can't look away. I can guarantee you that all the most powerful villains we have ever encountered would have done anything to make me, the most powerful being in the universe, quake with fear and anxiety like you can. You, a little eleven-year-old boy, can frighten me more than the most vile, deadly force of evil that I have ever fought, and I don't even know how.

I suddenly realize that I have thought all of this in the space of a few very short moments, and you haven't even opened your mouth to respond yet. But then you do, and those soft lips part a small distance, about enough so that I could push my tongue right inside, if given the chance to do so, a chance I would gladly take.

I push those thoughts away Trunks, I push them right out of my head because you decide at that precise moment to speak:

"What?" you ask plainly.

My mouth falls open; the breath of air I had been holding inside me escapes with a small whoosh sound; but I can't talk, I'm paralyzed with fear.

What if he says no, what if he tells my parents? What if he tells Vegeta?! That man would surely try and kill me for this... I think, my thoughts shifting back and forth chaotically in my confused mind.

"You okay?" you ask, and this time I gather everything I have to form a response.

"Yeah...umm...well...," I stutter, it isn't coming as easy as I had hoped.

You look closer at me, as if trying to figure out why I have suddenly started having trouble speaking, and you quirk an eyebrow in the adorable questioning way you do. I can't stand it, and I feel the sweat beading on my head as I force myself to speak.

"I...I really l-like you Trunks," I say, letting out a silent sigh of relief now that I have told you the truth; it was so hard.

You seem to take it well, your look never falters and you keep staring, I swear you haven't blinked in over a minute, but then again, neither have I. You are just too beautiful to ever take my eyes off of, if even for the fraction of a millisecond of a Saiya-jin blink.

You don't even miss a beat: "I like you too," you say with a small shrug as you turn back to the computer, playing whatever game you were.

I stand up, trying not to fall over with the stress, and I take a couple steps forward to stand over you; the longest steps in my life. Looking down, I see the game that you are playing: The Sims; just as you control the characters' lives, so Fate controls mine. She pushes me forth, and with a single thought, I mentally press the Alt. and F4 buttons, and the game closes itself without even prompting to save progress. Just before it closes, I look at the action, and the characters seem darkly familiar: there are two young boys in the backyard, playing like boys do - chasing each other around before heading for the pool; while back in the house, a young man sits alone, reading a book... I don't even have time to compare them to people in the real world before you turn, your eyes narrowed at me, telling me without a word that you are angry at me for turning off the game unprovoked.

"What was that for?" you ask, your voice making me nearly fall over again.

"I-I...," I say, still searching for the right words. "I'm serious Trunks, I-I really like you, and not just as a...friend."

There are ten-thousand million things you could do right then, and I was strongly expecting the nine-thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine million or so that would break my heart, but you didn't do any of them. You just smiled at me, walked up and wrapped your arms around my waist, resting your head against my middle and then pulling back away before I completely lose control.

"I really like you too Gohan-niichan!" you say happily, putting emphasis on the "niichan" part, still not understanding what I am trying to say.

I can still feel the lingering warmth your small body has left on me, and I sit back on the bed, partly to let my weak legs rest, and partially to hide my growing erection.

I just can't do it, I can't go on like this, and I try again to say something, but you shut me up easily by walking over and sitting next to me. Your arm slides gently around me and I realize with a start that you are actually cuddling up to me, rubbing my back with a soft hand.

"I'm hungry," you say suddenly, "wanna get something to eat?"

I am on the verge of going off in my Gi because the most beautiful person in the universe is rubbing his little body against mine and you want to eat?! I think, almost wanting to scream it out loud, but I don't.

"Sure," I say instead, with a weak smile, even though I am not hungry at all, "go get some food; I'll be there in a second."

I watch as you scamper toward the kitchen, and as I catch a glimpse of your butt as you round the corner, I can almost imagine how nice it would look without covering, upended toward me, waiting for me to cover it with kisses...

My penis hardens more at the thought, throbbing with need, and I push those ideas away from my conscious thoughts, following you to the kitchen for some food.

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That night, as your parents tell us that it's "lights-out" time, I go to my own room, not yours, wishing desperately that I could sleep with you, holding you in my arms. But that is never going to happen; you don't even like me that way, and you never will.

I close the window, noticing briefly that it is raining, and pretty hard at that, and the glass rattles a bit from some far off thunder as I turn out the light, shed my clothes, and get under the covers, wishing again that you could be there. It doesn't take me long to fall asleep after that, lulled by the soft pattering of the raindrops.

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I wake up a short time later, not more than an hour I would imagine, and I'm not sure why I have awakened. The first thing I notice is the noise, the rain has definitely picked up, and the window is rattling more, while it almost seems like the sturdy Capsule Corporation roof might cave in at any moment. I can hear the wind howling too; it's almost like a hurricane, it's raining so hard I can barely hear myself think.

The next thing I notice is another sound, a soft whine immediately after another big crack of thunder and a flash from lightning lights up the room for a split second and in the moment I can see why I woke up.

It's you.

"Trunks?" I say questioningly, "what's wrong?"

I can barely hear you over the noise from the rain, but I still do.

"I'm scared," you say, sounding so much like the little boy you are underneath that tough half Saiya-jin exterior, and I can feel your hand touch mine. "Can I sleep with you?"

I don't know what to think. Here you are standing right in front of me, shaking like a leaf from the rain, asking if I want to let you do exactly what I always wanted you to do, and I am hesitating.

"Umm," I say, still half-asleep. "I dunno. I'm naked."

Shit! I think, I can't believe I just said that!

"That's okay," you say, lifting the covers and sliding in next to me, the thin fabric of your pajamas tickling my bare skin.

I can't move. I'm scared out of my mind that you are going to notice that I am almost shaking as bad as you are. At least you are just lying next to me and not on top of me, it could be worse, I guess. Even so, I don't think I will be able to fall asleep when there is so little separating us...just a millimeter or so of pajama pants...

His parents' bedroom is far away, I think for a moment, they would never hear us...there is nothing stopping me.

No.

I can't do that; I can't do that because I know you don't want it.

Another flash of lightning splits the sky, and less than a second later, the thunder rolls over us, practically shaking the building with a roar. You suddenly cry out, and then turn over to lay half on top of me, your head rested on my naked chest, your arms wrapped tightly around my body. I do the only thing I can, my concern for you well overtaking my own desires, and I hold you close, shushing you and telling you that it's going to be alright.

It works, and you stop trembling, my calm demeanor helping you to become calm yourself, but instead of rolling back over, you sigh and snuggle closer to me.

"I wish I could sleep with you every night," you say softly, "it's really comfortable."

I try to keep my control as you take your shirt off, tossing it aside before laying back on top of me, your soft, smooth skin rubbing against my own. I start shaking again, and your hand drifts absently downward, running over my stomach and sending me into throngs of excitement. I can't contain it any more, and your innocent touching sends a wave of pleasure through me, my penis hardening shamefully.

I don't even know if you notice, but you still continue to rub my exposed stomach, and before I can regain control of myself, my body takes over. My hand starts to stroke your exposed back, running over the soft contours of your boyish muscles which ripple with slight tension under the skin as I touch you, tracing down the middle over your spine, toward the soft tail I know is at the bottom, sticking out of the top of your pajama pants. As I reach it, encircling it with my fingers, you tense up more, letting out a small gasp before pulling away, lying down back next to me.

"Trunks...," I say softly, unable to speak more than that.

You don't answer, you just shush me and tell me not to move, and with that your hand moves back down, over my stomach and down farther. Before I can stop you, your hand finds my erection and you wrap your fingers around it, sending a shock wave of pleasure straight through me. I let out a moan and arch my back, unable to control the physical and psychological pleasure running through my body as you stroke me.

"T-Trunks," I stammer through my moans, "wh-what are you d-d-doing?!"

You still don't answer and the smile on your face grows as the feeling building in my crotch does and before I have a chance to stop it, my climax hits me with full force. I lose myself completely in the feeling, I understand nothing but pleasure and my mind spins with so many ideas and thoughts that it shorts out and I collapse onto the bed, in a dead faint, my muscles still contracting spasmodically and my semen covering my flat stomach.

I regain consciousness a short time later, gasping for breath, still feeling the soft electricity of the most powerful orgasm I have ever had playing across my skin. What just happened? You are just a little boy, how do you even know how to do that?

"Did you like that Gohan?" you ask, that adorably innocent look back on your face. "'Cause I sure did."

If I had any trouble speaking before, it was gone now, and despite my clouded head, I could talk fine.

"Trunks," I say quietly, "that was wonderful. Can I please do it to you?"

You just smile, staying silent in that way that you do that still tells me all that I need to know as you wrap an arm around me and reach down to clean the semen from my body with a towel that was lying on the floor.

I let myself go, wrapping my arms around you tight, feeling your heart beating so close to mine as your chest rises with every breath, my fingers running through your lilac hair. My other hand travels back down to your tail, and I rub it gently with a pair of fingers, pulling a moan from your throat. I venture further, my hand pushing underneath your pajama bottoms, stroking your smooth butt as I watch for a reaction, seeing your eyes close. I roll you over on your back, pulling off your pants and you let my fingers explore the skin that I have so longed to touch, my hand running over the soft flesh of your stomach. I press forth, bending over to run my tongue over your chest, encircling one tiny nipple and drawing more moans from you. A blush creeps across your face and the pleasure mounts inside you as I cradle your small, warm body in my arms, finally allowing myself to touch your swelling erection.

"Just relax Trunks," I say softly, "my boy..."

You squirm around more, moaning louder as I rub your little balls in one hand, still stroking your penis with the other, barely noticing that I have become hard again as well. Your tail wraps itself around my arm, and I stop for a second to lick you more, knowing how good it must feel to you. Your moans turn quickly to screams as I take your small little erection into my mouth and suck gently, pushing the soft foreskin back to run my tongue over the head. You don't last long after that, and within another few seconds you tense up and climax, your penis jumping like mad inside my mouth as wave after wave of pleasure goes through your young body and you moan out my name over and over. Your tail falls limp and you relax in my arms, and I pull you back on top of me, back the way we started.

You're so beautiful Trunks, I think as you cuddle closer to me, how did I ever live without you? I want to stay like this forever.

A small whimper of contentment escapes your lips and I kiss them gently, rubbing your back as you fall asleep, your soft snoring lulling me into my own dreams.

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Well, so now Gohan and Trunks are together, what can possibly happen next? Stay here for the next chapter, and the biggest plot twist of the century! Please review.