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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"GET OUT!!"

"Trunks please--" Gohan didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as another heavy book was whipped at his head. Forcing him to dodge out of the way where it would indent itself into the wall instead. Causing a heavy boom to echo throughout the building at the very force of it.

"I SAID GET OUT!!" Trunks screamed, still nude since his clothes were in shreds and standing behind his desk as if it would protect him as well as hide his lower half.

When Gohan didn't move, and only continued to try and babble his apologies and explanations, Trunks turned around to grab another large encyclopedia off a shelf before throwing it at him with enough force to knock out Frieza.

He wasn't too pleased when Gohan dodged it again, and the book ended up knocking down the very door to his office.

Linda wasn't out there to hear or see any of what was going on. From what was left of his fogged up memory, she'd been a little startled when she walked in on him and Gohan in the middle of sex, and since her shift had ended about a half an hour ago, according to the clock now on the floor from being knocked off the wall by one of his flying books, she most likely left in a hurry. Having no real reason to stay.

He was completely alone with Gohan after waking up naked and beneath him, and he hated the thought.

"What the fuck do you not understand about 'Get the fuck out?!' I want you out of here!" He roared, resisting the urge to stamp his foot. Knowing that if he did it would only end up going right through the floor.

Gohan had managed to find his pants and get them on almost immediately after being awoken by Trunks' screaming, so he had nothing to hide from as he stood there. Pleading for understanding. "Trunks, please just listen! I didn't rape you!"

"I don't care! I want you out!" Trunks screamed back, his eyes stabbing the older demi in the heart with the fury he was sending at him. Not wanting to hear a word of what Gohan was saying at all.

His mind was still a bit fuzzy from blood moon, but he was perfectly well aware of what had happened, along with jumping into Gohan's arms like he did before kissing him, and he hated himself for it. He didn't care what was going on in his head during blood moon, he still didn't want it, and to him that was just as bad as being taken advantage of when drunk.

Before Gohan could say anything else, and before Trunks could throw another book at him, they both caught sight of the window to Trunks' office being opened from the outside before an unhappy looking saiyan prince stepped inside. His eyes going from one half saiyan to the other as he tried to figure out what was going on.

With the smell of their sex in the air, it didn't take very long, and he sighed. Turning his threatening eyes towards Gohan. "What happened here, boy?" He demanded, wanting to know what the last piece of the puzzle was before he ripped off anyone's head.

Gohan put his head down. "I'm not sure, Vegeta." He explained truthfully, turning his eyes back up to look at him. "But it was consensual!" He spat out quickly, hearing Trunks snort in response.

Vegeta's head turned from one man to the other, taking in what was said and inwardly breathing a sigh of relief that nothing too horrible had happened while he was foolishly ignoring the world, but also knowing that by the look of his son, shaking in either rage or fear, he couldn't tell, that he should probably see to getting Kakkarot's first brat away from there.

"Go home now, boy." He ordered. "I'll handle this."

Gohan blinked at him. He couldn't just leave! He had to try and fix what was happening! He didn't want Trunks to continue to hate him and if he left now then he was sure that the whole thing would start all over again and he'd never get to see him or his daughter for another ten years!

"But Vegeta--"

"Just go, brat."

There was no room for argument in the prince's voice, so, slumping his shoulders in defeat, Gohan decided that he should probably do as he was told. Feeling more than just a little empty when he left the office without Trunks' forgiveness or his understanding. Just an itchy and bloody bite mark on his neck that claimed him as belonging to the younger demi. As well as an empty feeling in his heart that he knew Trunks shared with him due to their newly completed bond.

When Vegeta sensed that Gohan was a considerable distance away, he let out a breath of relief, turning his head to face his son who had collapsed into his chair before putting his forehead onto his desk to sob.

The saiyan prince simply ignored his crying as he strode over until his stood right next to him. "Would you care to tell me what happened?" He asked, rather than demand since now was probably not the best time for it.

Trunks shook his head, not bothering to look up at him. "I don't know." He choked.

It just didn't make any sense to him. He hated Gohan! And he didn't want to complete their bond. He didn't want to be anywhere near him, and he most definitely didn't want to sleep with him!

Why did he do it then? Gohan had been right, he had consented to it, but why? Had his resolve and willpower been so weak that he couldn't even fight off what he'd sworn he would never do? Half bond or not? How could blood moon be so powerful as to take away his very free will? Make him do something he would never have otherwise done.

In the briefest flash of coherent thought that had somehow managed to work its way into Trunks' otherwise near hysterical mind, he couldn't help but wonder if that was how Gohan felt the day he raped him.

That thought however, never had a full chance to bloom properly as he felt the hand of his father grasp his shoulder firmly enough to cease his shaking. Making all thoughts vanish from his mind as he listened to what he had to say to him as he stared at the floor.

"Lets get you to your mother. She'll know what to do."

Trunks sniffled a bit, turning his head up to face the man he hated showing weakness in front of, but had yet to berate him for the show he was getting under the circumstances. He was somewhat surprised to see him with his shirt off, holding the torn spandex out for him to take.

Understanding immediately what it was for, especially because the same thing had happened the last time he found himself without clothes, Trunks gratefully took the torn shirt from his father's gloved hands. Wrapping it around his waste before following him out the window and to the other end of Capsule Corp where they all lived.

"Go get some clothes, boy." Vegeta ordered when they landed, stepping inside their home as he followed. "I'll go and find your mother. She's probably in her lab." He grumbled, stomping off to his wife's usual place of occupation without sending a second glance to his boy who quickly headed for his old room on the third floor.

When he got there, he was somewhat disappointed to find that his old clothes were only just a little big on him. Even his jeans, which were meant to be baggy. Indicating that he really needed to catch up on his training, and that he wasn't as fit as he would let himself believe.

That thought was quickly erased from his head when he caught a glance at the clock out of the corner of his eye. Needing to look at it twice just to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

Four-thirty in the afternoon?! Had he and Gohan really slept that long?! And what about Pan?! He was supposed to pick her up form school!

"Oh God." He breathed, grabbing the phone from off its resting place on his desk. Dialing the number for home as fast as he could and impatiently waiting for his little girl to pick up as it rung.

Pan knew the way home from school, and she was capable of flight, but he promised her he would picke her up! 'Goddamn it.' He mentally cursed, remembering that he was supposed to take her to the mall and everything that day as well.

His hands were shaking almost violently by the fifth ring, and fortunately for his heart she picked up the phone by the seventh.

"Hello?"

Trunks breathed a sigh of relief. "Aw, Pan I'm so glad you're home safe." He then proceeded to plop himself down on his bed, running his hand through his hair as he awaited his punishment for not doing as he promised.

"Where were you daddy? I waited a really long time!"

"I know, I know. Pan I'm really very sorry, but something... important came up." He said, trying to awkwardly explain to his daughter the important reason that kept him away from her.

He heard her sighing on the other end of the line. Only it was a sigh of disappointment. "Work again?" She asked knowingly. Work being the usual excuse for any promise made that had to be broken.

Trunks hesitated before answering. "Uh... no. Not really." He replied. Not wanting to use the work excuse again since it had been over-used long ago, and a nine year-old never seemed to understand that work was the thing that, while sucked a lot, kept her well fed and clothed.

He could tell that he'd peaked her interest, which was something that he wasn't too sure he wanted. "Not really?" She asked, curiosity evident in her voice.

Thinking fast, he spat out the first thing that came to mind. "Well yeah! I'm just over here at Capsule Corp with your grandpa, and I finally convinced him to teach you how to use Ki blasts." He lied, mentally telling himself to get down on his hands and knees to beg his father to do so for him since she really wanted to spend a lot more time with the man she'd dubbed as being the "cooler saiyan."

"Wow! Really?" She asked.

Trunks tried to sound cheerful when he told her yes. Knowing fully well that his father didn't like spending more time with children then he absolutely had to, but he was sure that Vegeta would do this for him.

Teaching Pan how to work her Ki shouldn't be too difficult anyway. She already knew how to fly, and had a considerable amount of strength for her age, so it should only take about an hour, two at the very most.

Trunks would have done it, but unfortunately found himself strapped for time with the company. So Vegeta was his only option.

After giving Pan a direct order to fly on over to Capsule Corp to meet him, he hung up the phone. Mentally praying that convincing his father to spend time with his granddaughter wouldn't be too difficult a task.

Almost immediately after placing the phone back on his desk, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in." He called softly, knowing it was his mother before she slowly opened the door and shyly peeked her head inside to see him. A soft smile playing on her lips at the sight of her boy. Bruise and blood free, unlike the last time.

"Hey sweety." She said softly, stepping inside and keeping the door open a crack as she approached him. "How are you feeling?" She asked timidly.

Trunks sighed. "Okay, I guess, better than I did the last time though." He said with a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

A flicker of a smile appeared on Bulma's face, but it was weak, and could barely even be classified as a smile as she took his hand and led him out of the room. Wanting to get down to business as quickly as possible.

"We'll just get your tests done, and then I'll get you something to eat." She said, patting his hand soothingly as she wisely decided not to use the words "possibly pregnant" just yet.

He just smiled at her, glad that she was taking the whole second blood moon thing well enough. But then it hit him, and he figured that he should ask before he forgot.

"Uh, mom?"

She turned to look at him. "Yeah?"

"Do you think you could help me convince dad to watch over Pan when she gets here?"

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

Thank You's:

Princess Katreena

Ms Trunks Briefs: I doubt your head is small, but that really was what it was for since some people still had trouble figuring out what I was trying to do

Ahja Reyn: Yeah, I thought someone would do that, but he needed a distraction

THANK YOU!

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