Never Again

By: Freewater

Ratings: R Male/Male relationships in this story, you have been warned

Warnings: I would have to say a lot of angst, mentions of rape.

Disclaimers: I don NOT own these characters, nor do I claim to. This story was made for the hell of it without profit.

Pairings: YAOI! Gh-Tr

Notes: These things here ooooo are for a change in time, scenery or character. And this will also be an Alternate Universe fic. Pan was never born to Videl.

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Gohan knew that it was probably a bad idea, showing up so unexpectedly at Capsule Corp like he was, but he needed to speak with him. Whether or not Trunks wanted to hear what he had to say, or liked what he was about to suggest, it didn't matter.

It was for his own good.

He couldn't help but mentally berate himself for the thought. If Trunks ever heard him say something like that then he knew he would be in for one hell of a fight, and considering the guilt he still harbored, he knew it would be a one way fight where he walked away the loser.

The last thing he needed was to start thinking of the young man as a child again. He hadn't been a child since he took what was left of his young innocence before he was ready to accept his role as an adult.

Gohan tried to shake the depressing thought from his head.

Regardless of what had happened, it was in the past now, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

What he could do, however, was protect him from the fate that the future was sure to bring him.

At least he had Vegeta's support. He was glad for that much, and it was nice knowing that he wasn't alone with his thoughts and worries.

In fact, the saiyan prince was more than happy to help him out, for which he was grateful for. The last thing he needed was to try and convince Trunks that he should complete the bond between them, when he appeared to hate him so much, all by himself.

Gohan hated himself for what happened as well, but the fact remained that bonded halfway or all the way, they were still bonded for life no matter what, and that bond made him see just how much he cared for the lavender haired demi. Probably more than he should under the current circumstances, but whether he loved him or not, it didn't matter, because even if he didn't, it would still be wrong to let something like that ever happen again without so much as trying to do anything about it.

They didn't even know how long they had until the next blood moon.

It could be months, weeks, hell, even days. No one could calculate the exact time Vegeta-sei's moon would show itself again with how far away it was. No earth telescope could reach that far into outer space, so they were only working with an estimated amount of time.

'Speaking of estimated time,' Gohan thought, checking his watch. 'Trunks should be here any minute now.' He thought, still anxiously waiting for him to show up, pulling the zipper to his coat down a bit as he waited.

It had just finished raining out, and while the air was only a little chilly, it really sank into your bones when you stood out in it for so long, but for some reason he felt strangely hot, and almost regretted taking his coat with him when he left the house, but due to the damp weather, decided to keep it on.

He seriously hoped Trunks would arrive quickly, even though he dreaded the impending argument they were sure to get into. Because if anything he just wanted to either go inside, or go back home when it was all done and over with so that he could turn on the air conditioner.

(Un)Fortunately for him, it was only another five minutes until he watched Trunks pull his car into the Capsule Corp parking lot before driving it up to his reserved space and coming to a slow stop. The engine turning off before he stepped out of the car.

At the sight of the cheery smile on his face as he looked up at the rainbow forming in the sky, Gohan had the slight urge to run away, not wanting to disturb whatever good mood he was in since they always seemed to go to hell whenever he was around. But then he quickly reminded himself that he needed to speak with him, and to put it off for any longer could bring consequences that he didn't want.

The second Trunks' eyes landed on him, the reaction he got wasn't an unexpected one, but he still winced.

"Oh, fuck off!" He yelled disbelievingly, slamming the car door shut. "What do you want, Gohan?" He all but sneered.

He took in a deep breath, trying to gather his courage for what he was about to say.

"I want to talk to you."

That didn't seem so bad.

"You can fuck off for all I care, I have a meeting I need to be in, in ten minutes." Trunks sneered, pocketing his keys before attempting to walk past him without showing how nervous he really was.

Gohan's eyes widened. 'So much for not so bad.' He thought, quickly grabbing Trunks' arm and gripping it tightly when he tried to brush past him.

The younger demi froze at the touch, and Gohan could feel his Ki flicker dangerously. "Let go." Was all he said, not turning to face him.

Gohan breathed in deeply again. He wanted to, but he couldn't. "I mean it Trunks, it's really important. I need to talk to you."

"And I mean it too, Gohan," Trunks said, slowly turning to face him, a look of pure, unmistakable anger on his face. "Let go of me, and go away." He sneered.

Gohan refused to let his resolve crumble. Whether he wanted it or not, it had to happen. "Vegeta knows I'm here, Trunks. He wants me to talk to you too."

The look of shock on his face lasted for only a split second before the sneer returned. "What are you talking about?" He demanded, not at all pleased to hear that his own father could betray him in such a way.

Gohan sighed, his hand loosening before slipping from Trunks' arm, satisfied that he now had his attention and that he wouldn't be leaving him outside without listening to what he had to say.

"It's about blood moon--"

"Don't you dare mention that to me!" Trunks hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes ablaze with hatred for the very thing that had caused him so much pain.

"Well I need to tell you about it, Trunks!" Gohan shot back. "It's coming back!"

The sneer instantly melted off his face, and he visibly paled. "Wha... what?" He asked, a look of shock on his face before he replaced it with annoyance. "So what? We're already mated, it's not like anything else can happen now." He hissed, a hand coming up to instinctively rub against the bite scar on his neck.

It suddenly itched for some odd reason.

Gohan rubbed his face with the palms of his hands before looking back at him, a tired look on his face. "Halfway, Trunks. We're only mated by half." He explained, watching the expression on the younger demi's face carefully.

"I was talking with Vegeta, and he and I both think that if we don't complete the bond, then there's a chance that the same thing could happen again."

Trunks was completely taken back with that little statement, eyes wide in shock and fear. "Are you serious?" He asked, swallowing painfully hard over the sudden lump in his throat.

Gohan nodded his head slowly, letting what he just said sink in. "Yeah, I'm serious."

Silence followed. Both men in deep thought, one about whether or not he should believe what he was hearing, and the other about whether or not he was going to be taken seriously.

Trunks was the one to break the silence.

"Follow me." He said, sounding a little dejected as he turned back towards the doors and let himself in. Gohan following closely, not expecting to have heard that.

"What about your meeting?" He blurted out, instantly cursing himself for reminding the young CEO since he needed to complete the bond with him.

Trunks merely shrugged as they made it towards the elevator, going on inside before pressing the button that would take them to the top floor and his office. "It's not for another hour or so, I have the time." He explained simply, saying nothing more as they waited for the elevator to take them to where they needed to go.

Gohan didn't need him to say anything other than that though, it was pretty obvious to him that Trunks was only using the emergency meeting excuse to get out of talking to him earlier, but he forced himself not to think about that.

When the elevator finally came to a stop with a small ding, they both silently left before walking down a long, straight hallway before coming to a clearing where a slim woman sat behind a desk. Typing furiously and taking down messages.

Gohan guessed she was Trunks' secretary, and with the circular shape of Capsule Corp, along with the fact that they were on the top floor, he figured that aside from the lobby, his office was the only office on this floor.

Almost complete privacy.

Why did that seem to bother him?

Just as the blonde woman raised her head and opened her mouth to speak, Trunks beat her to it. "Hold all my messages, Linda, I'll get to them in a minute." He ordered, walking passed her and opening the door to his office. Shutting it before giving her a chance to respond.

Gohan took a quick look around, not really seeing anything special that would differ from any other office in the world.

The sky was clearing up, he could see that through the large windows, allowing enough sunshine in to see perfectly without turning on the lights.

The floor had a simple blue carpet, the shelves were neatly covered with books on law, business, thesaurus', and other things that most business men kept handy, but never read, and a leather couch against the wall.

The only thing that would be different about it were the few pictures of Pan that were scattered about. One in particular catching his eye as it sat up on Trunks' rather large desk beneath a black frame.

He walked towards it, eyes softening at the sight as he picked it up to have a better look.

He guessed Pan was about four or five years old in the picture, sitting in Trunks' lap and both looking up and smiling at the camera. They appeared to be at the beach with the bathing suits they were wearing, and Pan holding a little red plastic shovel in her hands.

Trunks sneered, not at all liking Gohan touching his things as he marched over and snatched the picture out of his hands before quickly putting it away in his desk drawer, ignoring the hurt look he was being given for the cruel act.

It was bad enough Gohan was back in his life, the half bond they shared made things difficult enough on his emotional system when he wasn't around, so the last thing he needed was having him in his office, looking at pictures of his daughter and making him feel guilty with his puppy dog eyes.

"So talk." Trunks demanded, quickly getting down to business as he took a seat behind his desk, taking off the jacket to his suit since he felt a little warm.

Gohan remained standing, trying to ignore how hot he was getting. "I don't really know what else there is to say, but we should complete the bond." He said honestly, knowing that he already voiced his opinion and that all there was left to do was to let Trunks decide on their course of action.

Blue eyes narrowed up at him. "I'm not doing it." He said, folding his arms stubbornly.

Gohan's eyes went wide. "What?" He asked, looking down at Trunks in complete shock before blowing up on him. "Are you out of your mind?! After what I just told you?!" He yelled, looking down at him as if he'd just gone insane.

Trunks didn't even flinch. "Look Gohan," He started, leaning forward a little. "It's bad enough that we're bonded halfway, that in itself is enough to drive me up the wall, but unless you can prove to me that something will for sure happen on the next blood moon, then there is no way in hell that I'm going to fuck you." He all but hissed.

Gohan blinked. "I never said you had to sleep with me, Trunks." He said.

"Well, considering how it happened the last time, I kind of doubt that."

Gohan winced, suddenly knowing where this was going. "You didn't bring me hear to listen to me at all, did you? You only wanted to chew me out for what happened." He stated, his heart sinking at the very thought, yet at the same time, knowing that he should have seen it coming.

Trunks shrugged. "Maybe." He said indifferently, and Gohan buried his face in his hands, feeling completely helpless all of a sudden.

"Trunks, I didn't suggest this to you to try and hurt you." He insisted, bringing his face up to look at him again. "I'm being serious, something seriously wrong could happen if we don't finish our bond."

"And nothing could happen at all." Trunks countered.

"Are you really willing to risk it?"

Silence.

"...Yes."

Gohan lowered his head. "Do you really hate me so much?"

This time there was no hesitation. "Yes, I do."

Gohan bit his bottom lip. This was what he'd been so worried about, getting into an argument over what he did to Trunks. Because, while he knew that he deserved it, he also knew that he wouldn't be able to handle it. "...I never wanted to hurt you, Trunks. I swear I didn't."

Trunks tensed, clenching his fists beneath his desk. "Yeah? Well, you did." He hissed, ignoring the little voice inside his head that told him to show pity on the man before him. To try and see things from his point of view and to stop being so cruel.

But Trunks simply didn't want to believe that he had a point of view. He knew that it wasn't entirely his fault, but at the same time it was, so what he did was a hard thing to forgive nonetheless.

He quickly pulled a folder out of the small file cabinet in his desk, opening it up and trying to appear occupied with it. "You can leave now." He said, pulling out a pen and getting ready to do a little work before his meeting started up.

Gohan didn't move. "No." He said stubbornly, clenching his entire body as if waiting for a fight.

"Excuse me?" Trunks asked, looking up at him and raising one of his eyebrows.

"I'm not leaving here until you do this Trunks." He practically demanded, his eyes narrowing at the younger demi before him for being so damn stubborn. "It's the only way to protect you, and we're going to do it."

Trunks stood up. "It's nice to see how worried you are for me now that you already did the damage Gohan." He hissed, clenching his own fists and trying to hold back the fury he felt with the nerve he had for daring to tell him what to do. "And in case you failed to notice, I'm not some helpless little teen anymore, I'm an adult, I can take care of myself, and I'm a hell of a lot stronger now than I was then."

"But I'm still stronger than you." Gohan pointed out, desperate to just get him to listen.

"I don't care! I won't do it!" He screamed.

"Well why the fuck not?!" Gohan roared back

"Because I don't want you inside my head!" Trunks screamed back at him, and Gohan blinked, his anger melting away for the moment while Trunks ranted at him.

"It's bad enough we're bonded halfway and I'm stuck feeling things for you that otherwise wouldn't even be there if you hadn't done what you did! But there is no way in hell I'm going to finish it off and let you inside my head!" He screamed, practically shaking in anger. "My father told me about the whole telepathy thing, and I don't want any part of it! I don't want to be inside your head, and I don't want you in mine!"

Gohan blinked, only part of the rant registering in his mind, and somehow, that small part seemed more important than anything at the time.

"You feel for me?"

Trunks' eyes went wide, realizing what he just gave away before he narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Get the fuck out of here." He whispered threateningly, on the verge of seeing red in his near blind rage.

Gohan could see just how pissed off he was getting, and he could feel his Ki radiating his rage, so he decided that perhaps it really was best to leave.

Turning around and heading for the door, he stopped before opening it. "I'm going to talk with Vegeta again, Trunks," He warned. "And you and I will finish this." Was all he said before making his leave and storming down the hall, grumbling about his bad luck.

Why did he have to be so damned stubborn?!

Why, why, why?!?

Couldn't he tell that he was only trying to help him?!

And what the hell was that smell?!

Gohan stopped in his tracks, sniffing deeply and trying to rub at his nose to get whatever it was away from his nostrils, thinking that perhaps there was some pollen floating around his nose or something, but at the same time doubting it because of what time of year it was.

Looking around, he tried to determine where the strange scent was coming from, and to his complete frustration found that it seemed to be coming from Trunks' office.

He suddenly felt the strange need to go back...

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Trunks sighed tiredly, walking around his desk and moving over to the window to rest his hot forehead against the cool glass.

That was almost too much to handle...

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to irk Gohan like that, but he just felt the need to do it for some reason. Most likely for his reasons for showing up like he did.

How could Gohan ask him to finish the bond? He prayed to God that the same thing wasn't going to happen again, and that if it did then perhaps he'd get lucky and be able to get away, but he still just couldn't finish the bond. Because what he said was true, he didn't want Gohan inside of his head, or visa versa.

It was bad enough Gohan knew about the stupid feelings he had for him, so the last thing he needed was for a complete bond to only make it worse.

Trunks took in a deep breath of air and sighed.

And then he noticed a peculiar smell. A familiar one, but still unknown to him.

He started looking around his office for the source, but found nothing.

Where was it coming from?

Back at the window, he noticed something else in the now, clear blue sky. And the sight horrified him.

An outline of an image reflected off of several suns until the clear picture made it all the way to earth in the form of a big red moon. Visible even in the daylight.

Trunks felt his pupils dilate at the sight of it, now knowing where the scent was coming from, but it wasn't just him this time.

Hearing the door to his office creak open, Trunks whipped his head to the side just to see Gohan standing there, a hungry look in his eyes as he stared at him...

To Be Continued..........................

(Dances Around Singing) Cliffhangers, Cliffangers, I love cliffhangers!

(Notices all the evil glares) o.0 .... Oh shit...

(Makes desperate attempt to flee but gets belted in the head with many unknown objects) ; ...Ouch...

(Attempts not to pass out) ....Review please....!

On a serious note: It's 2:30 in the morning and I have school tomorrow, so I won't be posting the thank you section in this chapter, Sorry I'm just too tired to do it, if there were any questions asked then I'll get to them in the next chapter and give credit to my lovely reviewers as well. Thank You