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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When Gohan found himself kicked out of Capsule Corp for the second time in his life, a wave of undescribable sorrow seemed to wash over his entire body. Soaking him to the bone and causing him to gasp for breath through his tears as if he were up to his neck in a rocky ocean current. Unable to get away or do anything about his predicament.

After calming himself a bit with an hour long flight around the world, using the wind speed to dry his face of any remaining tears, he finally went back home.

Back to his small, lonely, empty apartment. All by himself.

He was still visibly upset by the time he got back, kicking his door shut and knocking over the dresser in his room as if to prove that point. So full of frustration and not having any real clue with what to do with any of it.

After being given enough time to think about the situation, he wasn't just miserable by Trunks' reaction to him when he woke up, he was down right angry.

Trunks wanted it just as much as he did! A reaction most likely caused by the blood moon, but that was hardly his fault at all! How could he be blamed for the cosmic alignment of the moon, stars and suns that occurred only every ten years that would bring them into heat? He couldn't be. Trunks had no right to pin all the blame on him this time! He didn't do anything wrong!

It wasn't just being thrown out of Capsule Corp that was making him so emotional. It was the mixture of that, Trunks' reaction, along with their newly formed completed bond that did it.

The bond especially.

Gohan was on the receiving end of the bite this time, and that sent all of his hormones out of whack. Even the tiniest of things would set him off into a fit of some kind. Just looking inside his fridge for any type of comfort foods, only to find that he'd forgotten to do his grocery shopping nearly sent him into a fit of tears before he slammed the fridge door shut and locked himself into his room to calm down and think.

He sat down on the edge of his bed before letting his back fall into the soft mattress. Putting his hands over his face and sniffling slightly before rubbing the ache out of his face.

Trunks made an excellent body pillow, but the floor was where his face had unfortunately been located until his rude awakening several hours later. Thus, the soreness in his face.

It was a good thing Trunks missed when he was chucking all those books at him.

Just thinking about the hate he found in those deep blue eyes after waking up was all it took for him to feel the fresh sting of more tears.

"Fuck." Gohan cursed, wiping them away before they could slide down his cheeks.

He couldn't wait for the bite mark on his neck to heal. Then his hormones would go back to normal and he could stop with all the damn crying.

Thankfully he was a half saiyan, so that shouldn't take too long.

Still, hormones or not, nothing was worse than being separate from Trunks. He couldn't even try to contact him through their link because Trunks had cut him off, and he wanted to speak with him so badly. He needed to know what was going on. What effects was Trunks suffering from, if any at all...

...Was he pregnant?

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"Are you sure? There's no mistake in the test?"

Bulma slowly shook her head, handing her son the forms in her hand that clarified his condition. Vegeta was in the gravity room with Pan, so she had to tell him all by herself.

Her son was pregnant. Again.

She timidly watched as Trunks read over the forms, as if waiting for him to blow up at her, or burst into tears, or even do both.

Surprisingly enough, he did neither. He actually smiled instead, slowly nodding his head as if in approval. "Okay." He said softly, handing the forms back to his shocked mother with a warm smile still on his face.

Bulma blinked at him, taking the forms but never taking her eyes off of him. "Okay? That's it?" She asked, making a gesture with her hand that indicated how she expected more from him.

He only shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, that's it."

Now why couldn't he be that calm back when he was pregnant with Pan?

"O-kay, what brought this on?" Bulma asked curiously, taking a seat next to her little boy on the examination table, but being careful enough to give him his space in case he required it.

Trunks was silent for a moment, thinking over how he should respond to that. Because he really didn't know how to explain it. Somehow, it was different this time. Because this time, he wasn't raped almost to death. The child inside him was a product of mutuality, even though he hated to admit it, and he had a better idea of what to expect this time. He wasn't about to walk into this pregnancy blind and afraid.

Perhaps he could even do better then how he'd done with Pan, and he wouldn't have to hide the baby this time either. She would like having a little brother or sister, she was always bothering him for one after all.

"I... I don't really know." He answered sheepishly, feeling a blush grace his cheeks as he suddenly got a warm feeling inside himself. His hormones and body already changing for the sake of the baby inside of him. He'd only been pregnant for a few hours so far, but the body of his child was already almost completely formed.

Saiyan children were formed twice as fast in a male pregnancy after all.

"I just... really want this... all of a sudden."

"Oh, Trunks I'm so happy for you!" Bulma cried out, throwing her arms around her boy's shoulders. She was simply ecstatic that he wasn't going to be so upset, that he wouldn't try to give the baby up, and that he wouldn't try to abort it like he did the last time.

He was being given a second chance, and he wanted to use it to do better. And Bulma couldn't have been happier.

"Should we go and tell dad?" Trunks asked.

Bulma thought about that for a few seconds before answering. "No. Not yet. He needs to spend a little bit of time with his granddaughter anyway, and we should get your ultrasound done before doing anything else."

It was such a weird experience, telling your son they he should get an ultrasound. The blue haired woman was sure she would never get used to it.

Trunks nodded his head. "Kay, sounds fair enough." He shrugged." Want me to help you get the stuff out?" He asked.

Bulma got to her feet, rushing over to where the equipment was kept. "No, you just lay back." She waved her hand as him from behind, opening the cupboards and pulling out a tube of the cold gel that Trunks despised from the bottom shelf.

When she placed the tube on the counter and went to get the ultrasound machine from the other room, Trunks decided to lay back and make himself comfortable. Reaching a hand down to lightly graze over his stomach and gently touching the tiny Ki inside with his own Ki.

The tiny life inside seemed to glow under the attention he was giving it, and he couldn't help but chuckle as it practically begged for more. Obviously taking his presence as some sort of playmate instead of seeing him as its rightful parent. So he played, if only to keep the both of them occupied until his mother returned. Trunks would send out a small wave of Ki and the child would send one back. Like a game of tag.

"Okay, I got it!" Bulma cried happily as she wheeled the ultrasound into the room.

Trunks quickly quit his little game upon her return, sending tiny promises through his Ki that they would continue with it later after getting a feeling of sadness sent to him for stopping.

"Okay Trunks, lift your shirt." Bulma ordered, applying the cold gel to Trunks' flat stomach and ignoring how he flinched at the touch of it as she spread it around with her gloved hands.

Next, Bulma picked up the small paddle and placed it over her son's stomach, the both of them watching the screen and looking for the baby inside.

Bulma smiled when she found it, but it took Trunks another second or two to recognize it seeing as how his mother had more training and experience with this sort of thing.

"Wow." Was all he could say, eyeing the small peanut shaped thing that had already grown four tiny nubs to act as the arms and legs.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Trunks asked, getting a little excited at the sight of his new child.

Bulma squinted her eyes at the screen. "I think it's still a bit too early to tell," She explained. "We should give it another week or so before checking again. It looks fine so far though."

Trunks gave a small nod, not really hearing her but agreeing to what she said anyway. "Okay."

Bulma removed the gloves from her hands and handed Trunks a clothe to wipe off the gel with. Once the screen before him turned black, she had his full attention again.

She wasn't sure she wanted to ask him this, especially so soon after getting pregnant, but she needed to know. "When are you going to tell Gohan?"

Trunks whipped his head up at her, looking at her as if she were insane before seeing the logic of her words. "I don't know." He answered lamely.

Bulma sighed. "You'll have to tell him eventually, Trunks," She chided, remembering how he tried to hide his condition from the older saiyan the last time he got pregnant. "You have to remember that I need him around to help me with the delivery. There's no one else."

Trunks wasn't looking at her now. "Yeah, I know." He answered quietly.

"So when are you going to tell him?" She pressed.

Trunks shrugged. "I don't know." He answered again. "I guess I should wait a little while before I throw this at him. A week, maybe two."

Bulma nodded. "Just so long as you tell him." She said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder for support.

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

A.N: Sorry it took so long to update this, but I've been away for Christmas break and had no internet, but I did still have my lovely computer, so I was able to write up this, and the rest of the chapters for you all to enjoy.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed!