This will be an AU Story. So, there will be nothing to do with Saiyans or any of that.

Trunks & Goten haven't exactly had the greatest love lives in the past however many years. Trunks has 6 kids & Goten has 4 kids.

Now, after they had time to think long & hard about why their relationships never worked out, they figured out why: they're gay. One day, out of the blue, after not seeing each other in years, Trunks and Goten bump into one another.

They get to talking, and after a few hours, they realized they were in love with each other.

They started dating, & after 3 weeks met each other's children. Then after 2 & a half months, they moved in together.

I DO NOT OWN DBZ OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! I ONLY CLAIM THE STORY & CHARACTERS I CREATE!

The Briefs Family:

Vegeta x Bulma = Trunks-28 & Bulla-21

Trunks-28 x Mai = Ringo-12, x Ayame = Oak-9, x Grace = Knickers-6, x Airi = Serenity-3, Bulla = Teddy-6 & Kishu-4—Adopted

Bulla-21 x A Rapist = Teddy-6—Gave away, x Some Guy = Kishu-4—Gave away, x Kobe = Ichigo & Itachi-2

The Son Family:

Goku x Chi-Chi = Gohan-38 & Goten-28

Gohan x Videl = Pan-17

Goten x The Dean's Daughter = Goki-9, x Kora = Chihiro-7, x Airi = Kurumi-5, x Myra = Momo-3

The Rest of the Families:

Yamcha x Yurika = Yami-16 & Yugi-16, Yoshihiro-14, & Yasuka-12, x Yumi = Yusuke & Yukito-10, Yoh-8, & Yoshiko-6, x Yuna = Yukari- & Yukina-5, & Yona-4, x Yuko = Yasumi & Yasuyo-3

Tien x Tsubaki = Haru-14 & Riku-12, x Hoshi = Sora-6 & Sakura-3

Krillin x Eighteen = Marron-19

Master Roshi

It was a bright sunny day when single fathers, Trunks and Goten, had one of their rare days off.

Trunks moved away a few months before his first son was born; he had gotten an apartment signed in his name, but Mai was also living there. They moved an hour and fifteen minutes away.

Now, he was moving home—kind of. He was looking for houses just outside West City, fifteen minutes from his parents.

When he first arrived, Trunks was looking for a sitter or something for his kids. However, his parents found out they were visiting and begged him to watch them for him. Well, Bulma did; Vegeta didn't have to do anything because Bulma did everything to get the children for the day.

When Goten was eight or nine, his mom found the perfect private school for him. The only issue was that this school was six hours away from everything they knew. But it was for the good of his studies.

They moved back two weeks ago—and Goten was once again living at home with his parents and his children. So, he was desperately searching for a place to live with his children. Right now, Chi-Chi and Goku were happily watching their grandchildren.

Trunks found the perfect house about half an hour ago. Depending on traffic, it would only take his parents twelve to fifteen minutes to get there.

The house was a single-story house with:

· The living room

· The kitchen

· A dining room

· Two full bathroom

· A half bathroom

· The master bedroom with its own bathroom

· Four regular bedrooms

· A full-finished basement

· A crawlspace attic

Now, he had to figure out which children were sharing a room because he has six children.

Oh, and he has to wait two and a half months to move because it was still being worked fixed up.

But at the moment, he was looking to get each child a small present

Goten wasn't having as much luck as Trunks; he couldn't seem to find any place with four bedrooms in not only his price range but in the area as well. Chi-Chi didn't want them moving too far from her.

He decided he was going to give up for the day and see if he could get the kids something. He had a little extra money and could afford to get them something nice.

"Thank you. Have a nice day." A younger lady politely told Trunks after he paid her for his coffee.

"Have a nice day." A grumpy older man gruffly told Goten after he paid for his tea.

"Thank you. You as well." Trunks and Goten replied, heading into the crowd again.

Three.

Two.

One.

SMACK!

"Ah!" Trunks and Goten exclaimed after bumping into each other, and their drinks splashed onto the other.

Trunks was wearing Goten's tea, and Goten was wearing Trunks's coffee.

"Gahh. *Sigh…* Sorry." Trunks and Goten made frustrated noises before apologizing to each other.

"Trunks? Trunks Briefs?" Goten questioned, recognizing Trunks once he looked up.

"Yeah. And you are? Wait. Goten?" Trunks questioned, looking back at Goten.

"Yeah, it's me." Goten replied with a stupid grin.

"God, it's been forever. How have you been?" The two asked each other before chuckling a little, both feeling something pulling at their hearts.

"Are you busy?" Trunks inquired, watching Goten.

"Not at this very moment, no. Why?" Goten answered before asking.

"Come with me. We'll talk and catch up. I still have about half a cup of coffee left." Trunks replied before joking a little.

"Yeah. I still have most of my tea. Some of it's on you." Goten awkwardly replied as they started walking.

"Yeah. Most of my coffee is on you." Trunks replied, just as awkward.

Ten Minutes Later:

"So, how have you been? The last time I saw you, we were eight and nine." Trunks questioned again.

"I'm good. Busy with four kids, but good. You? I see you have children as well." Goten answered before asking, noticing Trunks's bag of goodies.

"Same. Crazy busy. But I have six kids." Trunks answered with a sigh.

"Six? Jeez. Your wife or girlfriend must have her hands full." Goten responded, stunned.

"Hahaha. I'm not married, and I don't have a girlfriend. My youngest is three, and a few months after she was born, I realized I am gay—at the very least bi. Except for two, all my children have different moms. And the two that do have the same mother, are Bulla's. It's not what you think: I never have, nor will I ever have a sexual relationship with my sister. Not if she was the last woman on earth." Trunks replied, laughing a little until he mentioned having Bulla's kids.

"Please, elaborate. Do your parents know you're gay?" Goten questioned.

"Yes, they know. They're both one hundred percent supportive. Mom, I was pretty sure would be fine with it. It's my dad who was the shock of finding out; I didn't expect him to be so cool about it. But he is. I think they're just happy I'm happy—and they have grandchildren. Though, me having children was an entirely different story."

"So, thirteen years ago, when I was fifteen, I found out my girlfriend at the time, Mai, was pregnant. Mom and Dad were pissed, and we got into it pretty bad. Dad disowned me. So, I moved out, four months before my son was born. Mai and I moved over an hour away. Twelve years ago, a few months after my sixteenth birthday, halfway through October, Mai gave birth to Ringo. Six or seven months later, she started doing hardcore drugs with some old friends she used to hang out with. She went to jail, rehab, and then just disappeared. I got full custody while she was in jail; she gave up full rights of him, and I haven't heard from her since. As of five and a half months ago, on October fifteenth, Ringo is twelve."

"A few months after she disappeared, I met a girl named Ayame, and nine years ago, she had my second son, Oak. He just turned three weeks ago, on March fourth. I got full custody of him after three years of custody battles. She wanted full, one hundred percent custody. I wanted at least weekends. But no; she didn't want that. She wanted full custody and to get me for child support. Eventually, Oak told me he wasn't happy there because of his mom's various new boyfriends. I thought she was a good mother—crazy, but a good mother. Turns out I was wrong. When the judge found out, he ordered fifty/fifty custody. Ayame fucking lost it and had a tantrum in the middle of court, so I got full custody until a psych evaluation was done. She said "no" and terminated her rights. She still had to have a psych evaluation anyway."

"I must attract crazy women because when the boys were five and two, I met Grace, and a year later she had my third son, Knickers. That was almost six years ago because Knickers will be six May twentieth. We agreed to a fifty/fifty custody agreement. Fine. Great. But she kept jumping between her getting Monday through Wednesday and half of Thursday, and me getting him Friday through Sunday and half of Thursday to switching every other week. I didn't care witch one I got, as long as I got the fifty/fifty I was promised. I even agreed to pay child support. Eventually, the judge chose we'd switch every other week. That was until I found out from Knickers that not only was his mother beating him, but she was also letting her boyfriend and friends beat him. The judge terminated her rights then and there. Grace flipped out and attacked the judge. Now, she's in prison."

"So, I thought, ok, I have my three boys. As much as I would like a daughter, I don't want any more children because I can't seem to find any normal chicks. All the ones I find are batshit crazy. Well, then I met Airi four years ago. She was nice. She already had a daughter from a previous relationship that didn't work out. But she remained friends with the father. But three years ago, she had my first daughter, Serenity. Serenity just three February twelfth. But anyway. I don't know what happened exactly, but Airi became sick, and then I came out. So we broke up, and for six months we shared fifty-fifty custody until she ended up passing away. Serenity was too little to really remember, but I know her older sister loves her; she was always excited to see her—so I was told." Trunks started explaining his last twelve years with his children and their mothers until Goten stopped him

"I don't mean to interrupt or anything, but I just have to. Airi. Do you mean Airi Namito and her daughter, Kurumi?" Goten questioned, watching Trunks.

"Yeah. You knew her? Wait. Are you—? Did you date Airi?" Trunks questioned, shocked.

"Yeah. She had my second daughter, Kurumi, five years ago on December fourteenth. But you continue. You still have two other children before I start explaining my family." Goten answered before insisting.

"Ok. Right. Well, unfortunately, seven years ago, Bulla was brutally raped by three men. One of them ended up impregnating her. Nobody knows which one—and she doesn't want to know. All three men were killed in prison after figuring out they not only raped Bulla, who was only fifteen, but several other young girls as well. Only Bulla and two or three other girls survived their attacks. Most of them, those men killed, and some of them committed suicide. But Bulla and two other girls ended up pregnant around the same time. I keep in touch with both of them, so that their son and daughter can have some kind of relationship with Teddy. Teddy was born January seventh, six years ago, and is Bulla's oldest daughter. After that, Bulla spiraled downward, hard and fast; she started sleeping and doing drugs. One of her one-night stands, four and a half years ago, got her pregnant with her first son, Kishu; he will be four in a few weeks on April sixth."

"Anyway, she had been living with Mom and Dad, and they had been taking care of them—until she moved in with some crackhead. Police and Social Services ended up taking Teddy and Kishu from her, and placed her in rehab, where she met her fiancé, Kobe. They have two-year-old twins, Ichigo and Itachi. Ichigo is a girl and Itachi is a boy."

"But going back four years when Teddy was two and Kishu was only a few months old. Once Bulla was put into rehab, Mom and Dad went to gain temporary custody of them. However, they weren't allowed that option because the courts believed them to be too old or some shit. They didn't want them taken away and put in foster care, so they contacted me and begged me to do it. Mom was the first to apologize, followed by Dad. But they begged me to take them temporarily. After a few days of thinking, I gave up and took them in. It was just a temporary situation. Two years ago, when they were four and two, and Bulla was doing better with this Kobe guy—and pregnant, I figured she'd want her children back. Nope. Put them in the system, she said. She couldn't handle looking at Teddy, knowing she was a rape baby. And Kishu was just a mistake she made because she was in a bad place. I was pissed. Mom and Dad were afraid I'd put them in the system, but my children love them and view them as their brother and sister instead of cousins. But then again, all Knickers, Teddy, Kishu, and Serenity know is them as siblings. Ringo and Oak are old enough to understand, but they still consider them siblings and want them to stay. So, I did the only logical thing I could think of, and legally adopted them. It wasn't all that long of a process like I thought it would be. But I guess because they were my niece and nephew, and I had already had them for two years, it just make sense to let us keep them. The courts didn't want to uproot them again—and they didn't want any more children in the system. So as of two years ago, I have six children. And I have a relationship with my parents. I don't talk to Bulla; I just can't forgive her for what she did to those children."

"Teddy: she was kind of old enough to understand that Bulla was her mother. We spent months—MONTHS to almost a year, getting her to understand that she didn't do anything wrong. Bulla is the one who messed up and this is her loss. My gain, her loss. When she gets older, I'll probably tell her the truth, but for now; she's just too young. Kishu: he doesn't understand any of it at all. He only knows me as his dad and doesn't even know what a mommy is. He kind of does now, but he's not phased by not having one."

"But now, it's your turn. I know you have four children—and one of them is my Serenity's older sister. How have you been? How is your dating and sex life?" Trunks continued before probing.

"Oh, you know—up and down I suppose. So, I'll start with I'm not with anyone right now, and that I'm also gay. However, I knew I was gay years and years ago—maybe by the time I was ten or eleven. Actually, I started to suspect at ten, and then at eleven, I knew for sure. Yes, four kids later, I'm aware how that sounds. But I know how much Mom wants more grandchildren than just Pan. Plus, I don't think Mom would accept me being gay. And Dad—I don't think he knows what being gay is."

"But moving on. Ten years ago, I was in my first and only year of college, and I was top of my class. That apparently didn't set well with Sandra—the dean's daughter. She was top of the class until I came in. She invited me to a party she, her boyfriend, and their friends were throwing. She was a cheerleader, and her boyfriend was the captain of the kendo and wrestling teams. I went with the plan of not drinking. Well, she spiked my drink with alcohol and some kind of drug. I want to say ecstasy, but I know that's not it; it was something stronger. But she was drunk and on something as well. Somehow I ended up in her bed. And even though it came out that it was her fault—that Sandra planned everything including getting me drunk and everything; I was the one who was expelled. However, I think she got expelled and her dad was fired from that job. Oh, and she's in prison now."

"But anyway: she ended up pregnant and having my only son, Goki. She tried getting an abortion, but she was two months past the deadline to get one. I got full custody of him after her ex-boyfriend told me she threw him in a dumpster after having him in some abandoned building. He just turned nine on January sixteenth. Because of how he was born and Sandra just throwing him in a dumpster, he's developmentally challenged. I was told he most likely had brain damage and would never walk, talk, or do anything by himself. Well, he not only walks; he runs and wants to be on a track team when he's in high school. He never stops talking and does almost everything by himself. He struggles with learning in school, but everything else is great. And he loves being an older brother and helping his sisters. Though, sometimes he does wish he had a brother."

"Next I have Chihiro with my ex-wife, Kora. Kora and I married shortly before Goki was born. She was nice to him, but she really didn't want anything to do with him. But we were married for three years before getting a divorce, just after Chihiro was born. Mom was so happy because I named my first daughter after her—in a sense. Kora wanted nothing to do with Chihiro because she was also my daughter, so she signed over complete custody. She started cheating on me halfway through her pregnancy with Chihiro. Chihiro will be seven on June seventh—her golden birthday; she's already making plans. She's very determined and serious—just like Mom; she's just not as pushy or bossy. But she is smart—smarter than her own good."

"Then, you know about Airi; we were together for a year and a half. She had our daughter, Kurumi, five years ago, on December fourteenth. Kurumi is a talker and a lover; she loves and talks to everyone she meets. We're still working on no talking to strangers, but I think we're getting somewhere. She's also somewhat of a troublemaker and is always getting into something. I think she's starting to get on Grandma's nerves because she's always pulling pranks with Grandpa. I wish I would've known you were with Airi and that you are Serenity's father; I probably would've tried to get in contact with you sooner. I know you've met Kurumi because she always calls you "Mr. Serenity's Daddy." Or "My Baby Sister's Daddy." She liked you a lot; you were very nice and let her have ice cream. I've met Serenity two or three times. But that was a few years ago when she was just a few months old. But Airi: she passed from Cancer; she had it in over ninety percent of her body. It's a shame; she was the only mother of my children I ever got along with."

"And finally, three years ago, my youngest daughter, Momo, was born on November fifteenth. Myra… As much as I hate to say this: Myra was the worst girl I ever dated and got pregnant. I see that look in your eyes. Yes, she was horrible. No; she's worse than horrible. She was a spoiled-rotten, rich bitch holly terror of Hell. We only dated six months. That last time we had relations, she ended up pregnant, and I didn't find out until two weeks before she gave birth—on a freaking plane. She was on her way back from Italy or somewhere. That was her last free trip before her parents cut her off. I met her at the airport, named our daughter because she was so out of it. And then custody was God-awful. Momo never wanted to be with her, and we shared fifty-fifty custody. Well, that was the agreement; I only got her weekends for a year and a half. And no matter what I said to the courts, nothing was done. Finally, four months ago, after years of arguing—and Momo's "excessive whining," as Myra put it. She agreed to let me have Momo full custody if I let her have my house and a good chunk of money. With Mom and Dad's help, I got the money and let her have the house—even though I was only renting it. We went to court and got it all officiated and on paper. Mom made sure to be present so there was no funny business. And we did say that I was only renting the house, but Myra didn't listen or believe me. We've been here two months now, and Myra tried claiming I was kidnapping her daughter. Thank God for Mom and papers. But Momo is another special child of mine. I mean, they're all special and I love them all the same, but Momo is mildly autistic. I found that out three months ago. She doesn't like strangers, loud noises, anything scratchy or rough, and certain things must be done in certain ways."

"But that's my life. You never said what your kids were like." Goten went over his past ten years and children before realizing he didn't know much about Trunks's children.

"So, I didn't. I didn't realize we were doing that. Well, Ringo is smart and is considered a genius; he loves being an older brother. I was surprised to learn that he loved having a younger sister and wants more. He does, however, realize that won't happen. But he's happy he has Serenity and Teddy. He's easygoing and gets along with all his siblings. Oh, and he's at that age where he's starting to notice and become interested in girls."

"Oak is a good kid with an average intelligence; he actually likes math and science. But he hates reading, writing, history, and interacting with people. As it would turn out, he has mild social anxiety. He is able to make it through school with a few friends. He has troubles with standing in front of the class. He does love his siblings, but he prefers to be alone, in his room, except for Friday Family Night."

"Knickers is quiet and hates school because he's always being bullied for whatever reason. But he never tells me why and keeps it in until he reaches a point and just explodes. He's very emotional, but never craves attention. He's not considered a genius, but he is smart. He loves his brothers and sisters, but hates being compared to Ringo and Oak. We don't, but his teachers do. He especially gets along well with Teddy. I'm kind of starting to wonder if he's gay but doesn't know how to handle it. Like I tell all my kids, I'm available whenever they want to talk."

"Teddy is great, and even though she's not biologically my daughter, I view her as such. She's suffering with mild depression due to not understanding why Bulla doesn't love her or Kishu but is absolutely in love with Ichigo and Itachi. She also suffers from abandonment issues—which is completely understandable. She loves helping with Serenity. She, like Knickers is bullied, but I know why. Kids found out about our situation—with Bulla not wanting her and living with my kids and me. She knows she has me, so she talks when she wants."

"Kishu is one of the happiest kids you'll ever meet; he's blessed with a sunny disposition and is rarely upset. But when he is upset, you know; he throws major tantrums. But those are rare. Like I said before, he doesn't seem to realize or care that Bulla's not around and that he doesn't have a mother. But we'll see what the future has instore for us. Doctors say he's too young to be diagnosed, but I think he has ADHD. That's not terrible; I'll figure that out as time goes on. He loves having brothers and sisters; he will tell you so because like Kurumi, he's a talker."

"And Serenity… Oh, boy… Serenity is low functioning autistic with ADD, severe social anxiety, and OCD. She doesn't talk except to say "daddy," "night," and that she loves me. He only likes soft and things and the recliners. She hates rough and itchy textures, and the couch; she's actually downright afraid of the couch. If things aren't put away in a certain way, she'll have a panic attack. But other than all that, she's mostly happy. Oh, and she doesn't like any of her foods to be touching other foods."

"They all want some kind of a pet, a yard, to be closer to Mom and Dad, out of that school district, and more time with me. Well, I don't know about pets yet, but everything else they're getting—plus, more. I just bought a house just outside of the city—a little ways in the country. It's fifteen minutes from Mom and Dad at the most, so they should be happy. What about you? Where are you and your kids staying?" Trunks answered, kind of telling Goten about his kids and everything before asking him.

"I am looking for a place for the kids and me, but I'm having issues with pricing and rooms. Currently, we're living with Mom and Dad—driving Mom crazy." Goten answered, running his hand through his hair.

"Well, if you need any help, don't be afraid to ask; I'm always available now that we'll be in roughly the same area—hopefully. I bought the house, but it's still being fixed up. And I told the kids, they had to finish the school year before we moved. Two months. That's all we have to wait." Trunks insisted before stating.

"That's great. Thanks. We've only been back for two weeks." Goten sighed, looking at the sky as he fell onto his back in the grass.

"What's on your mind?" Trunks questioned, laying back as well.

"Well—I figured that since we're both gay—maybe we could go out sometime. Not like the old days when we'd hang out. I'm talking about an actual date or something along those lines." Goten nervously babbled.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Trunks asked, sitting up, shocked.

"Yeah, I am. Is that awkward?" Goten questioned.

"A little. I was going to wait a few days and ask you." Trunks responded with a smile.

"Seriously?" Goten questioned, shocked.

"Well, yeah. I wouldn't have said it otherwise. I was thinking about it the entire time we've been talking—about our children. There's this sense of relief, wanting and needing. The last time I saw you—way back when, was the last time I felt this sensation. I think I've always liked you in more than a friend or brother kind of way. But at the time, I never knew what that feeling was. Aside from when I'm with my kids, this is the happiest I've been in a long time. And no; you're not the first guy I've been with. I've been with two other guys. One was a one-night stand and the other, I dated for about two months. But being with either of them isn't like when I'm with you. And—oh, my God; I sound like one of those stupid, sappy greeting cards." Trunks replied, going on and on before becoming embarrassed.

"Yes, you most certainly do. But I get it; I really do because I feel the same way. I'm just glad I wasn't the one who said it." Goten replied with a dorky smile.

"Shut up. Shoot. I have to get going. I told my parents and kids I'd be back by three. Are you busy Saturday? My parents want to take the kids to the zoo and some fair for the day." Trunks shoved Goten a little before asking.

"Yeah, I'm free. I'm supposed to be looking a place to move into, and out of my parents. But I can make time. I know of the fair: Mom and Dad want to take my kids there as well." Goten replied.

"Great. I'll see you then. I get the distinct feeling that this is going to work out for us. So, if you and your children just want to move in with us; that'd be fine. And if it doesn't work out for whatever stupid reason, the basement is huge; it's almost like it's only apartment with a few different areas. You and your children could live down there. And if we do work out and we're not ready to share a room, we can just pair the children up. But hey, it's up to you. You have two months to decide. Either way, you have to tell your parents you're gay—especially if we're going to be together; I will not be your secret. Just as you won't be mine." Trunks told Goten with a smile, becoming serious toward the end.

"Let's get through Saturday first. And then, as long as you come with; I'll tell my parents—about being gay and us dating." Goten replied with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan. Then we get to tell my parents about us. See you Saturday." Trunks replied before the two went their separate ways.

"See you Saturday." Goten waved…