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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Trunks knew that Gohan was mad at him. He had to be. There was no way that he couldn't be. After leaving twelve messages on his machine, fifteen e-mails, and about a million phone calls that weren't picked up, none of which he ever got an answer back to, it was obvious that Gohan was angry.

He had to be. Any other time the older man would have taken any small sort of message from him as a Godsend. The fact that now he was no longer answering them was proof of his displeasure.

He didn't blame him. He set up a specific date to meet with him so that he could tell him about the baby, only not to show up.

Gohan being Gohan probably waited there for hours before finally giving up to go home. Thinking that he'd had a prank played on him or something of the like.

It had been three weeks since that day, and only now did Trunks finally manage to reach Gohan, and convince him to give their meeting another shot.

He had to tell him. It was important.

This time he was early, waiting for Gohan to show up on a bench that overlooked a playground.

Gohan was a half an hour late so far. The sun was setting, and it was getting a bit chilly out, but Trunks knew that Gohan was coming. If anything he was just getting back at him for not showing up the last time.

He could deal with that though, just as long as he came.

After another five minutes of waiting, a figure approached the lavender haired man from behind. Silent until he spoke.

"I didn't think you would be here." He said.

Trunks didn't turn around. "I know." He said softly. "I'm sorry about before. Something kept me from coming."

Gohan walked over to him at an even pace, taking a tentative seat next to him. As if he were afraid that Trunks would jump up and run away in fear from being so close to him.

They were silent for a moment or so. Neither one making a sound. One wondering how he should break the news and the other wondering what he was called for.

Gohan had been so heartbroken when Trunks didn't show up that day. He was convinced that the younger demi wanted nothing to do with him. But you can only be stalked for so long before you just give up. And after millions of calls, and dozens of e-mails, he agreed to meet with him once more.

Thankfully, this time hadn't been a joke.

Whatever it was that would keep Trunks from meeting him must have been important.

Gohan cleared his throat. "So," He started. "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

Trunks sighed heavily. Placing a gentle hand over his stomach while fighting back tears. "You remember the last blood moon, right?" He asked. Trying his best to keep his voice even.

Gohan nodded. Already sensing where the conversation was going. "Yeah."

Trunks sighed again. "I got pregnant." He whispered, and just like that he started to shed tears.

Gohan didn't know what to say. The simple statement rendered him almost completely speechless. A surge of joy rushing through him at the thought of having another child. Perhaps one who's life he could even be apart of. But the tears on Trunks' face suggested that he was anything but happy about it.

"Trunks... I just want you to know that I want to be apart of this child's life. I'll help you this time... if that's what you want." Gohan said shakily. Hoping that it was what he wanted.

Trunks shook his head. "Y-you don't understand. I-I wanted it too." He stuttered.

Gohan's eyes went wide. "Wanted?" He asked. Wanted. As in past tense.

Trunks nodded his head. His face still flooded with tears as he lifted his jacket and shirt up. Giving Gohan a nice up front view of his stomach, and hearing Gohan gasp in horror at the sight of it.

Down his muscled abdomen, was a giant line filled with at least fifteen hideous surgical staples.

Trunks had been cut open, and something had been taken out.

Gohan turned to face him. A pale look on his face as he begged him without words to tell him that it wasn't what he thought it was.

Trunks sniffled. "I... I lost it." He wept, dropping his shirt and jacket back into place. Feeling so useless and weak that he couldn't even keep his own child.

Gohan, stunned, sputtered out the first thing that came to mind. "H-how?" He asked. His heart weeping for a child that was apart of him, but lost before he could be apart of it.

"I... I don't know." Trunks sniffed, wiping at his eyes. "Everything was fine before, no one knows what happened. Mom said it had something to do with nature telling me that something was wrong." He then snorted. "Or some stupid bullshit like that."

Gohan reached a hand out to touch his shoulder. "Trunks, I'm so sorry." He said, not expecting to be tightly hugged by the younger man.

Trunks was exhausted. He had his mate right there, offering him the comfort he so desperately craved that he just didn't have the strength to fight off his instincts any longer. Because right then, he needed to be held. To be told that it was going to be alright.

"I-I wanted it." He cried. Fresh tears streaking down his cheeks at the thought of the little boy he'd lost. He'd asked his mother to tell him what gender it was after the small body had been removed from him. He didn't know why, but for some reason or another he just wanted to know.

It wasn't until a few days after his mother had taken him to the hospital wing that that he'd been told his child had died. Trunks knew that had he lived, he would have been a strong person. Fighting all those days for life. Only to lose. The thought bringing fresh tears to Trunks' eyes.

Gohan rubbed his back, whispering soft words of encouragement into his ear, comforting him in the best way he knew how while holding him close.

In a way, he loved being able to hold his mate after such a long time of being without him. But it saddened him to know that they both had to lose a child for it to happen. He would have liked having another child with Trunks, but now that wouldn't happen.

If only he'd been there for him. Maybe he could have done something to help.

"It'll be alright, Trunks." He said. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

Trunks sniffed. "It wasn't your fault." He whispered, looking up at him as Gohan gazed at him.

Without even realizing what was happening, they both inched closer for a slow, comforting kiss.

It was gentle, and lasted for as long as a butterfly would flap its wings before it ended. Both men looking at each other in slight confusion before Gohan inched towards him again.

Trunks pulled away though.

"Gohan... I can't." He said softly, filled with regret for not being ready for such a simple and comforting act.

He wanted to. His emotions, loins and bite scar on his neck begged him to. But he still couldn't.

Gohan nodded. As understanding as ever. "Alright." He said, letting go of the younger man, suddenly cold without his warmth.

Trunks was cold too. Inside and out. And he couldn't help but think that this would be his only chance to fix things for a long time. And he didn't want to let that go.

"Can we just... go slow?" He asked timidly.

Gohan whipped his head at him. A look of pure astonishment on his face.

He'd expected that Trunks still wanted nothing more to do with him. The last thing he expected was to be asked if they could go slow.

"Y-yes. Anything." He said. More then just a little grateful for whatever chance he would be given, and not willing to waste it for anything.

"I'll wait forever if I have to." Gohan said sincerely.

Trunks nodded, a small smile playing against his lips. He didn't know how long he would have to make Gohan wait until he was ready, but hopefully it wouldn't be too long. That kiss, while soft and gentle, had been the first time he was ever able to touch anyone outside of a hug from his mother or a punch from a spar without cringing away. But now that everything had come back to him, he found himself pulling away from Gohan and keeping his distance.

There was something he could do for him though.

"I guess first thing's first." Trunks said, smiling at the confused look Gohan gave.

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"How long will I be away for?" Pan asked as Trunks led her down the driveway. A small bag of luggage in his one hand as he held hers with the other. Gohan was at the end, waiting for them next to his car. Trying to contain the excitement that threatened to burst from his body.

"Just for the weekend, then you'll come home to me." Trunks said, patting her hand.

"Is he really my dad?" She asked.

Trunks nodded his head. "Yes, he is."

"Why?" Pan asked. "I thought you were my dad."

Trunks paused for a moment. "I am. It's complicated. You'll find out when you're older... maybe." He said. "But until then, no more questions, and I want you to be a good girl while you're away. Alright?"

Pan nodded her head. "Alright." She said, approaching Gohan at a shy pace.

He got down on one knee in front of her. "Hi." He said, not really knowing what to say.

"Hi." Pan squeaked back.

Gohan smiled down at her. "I'm going to take you to the movies today." He said. "You can pick the movie, have popcorn and candy. Does that sound fun?" He asked. Praying that it did.

Pan smiled, nodding her head.

Gohan, pleased with the answer,got to his feet and opened the car door for her. She took her bag from her father's hands and plopped herself on in. Already looking forward to her time with her new dad.

Gohan then shut the door, turning to face his mate. "Thank you Trunks." He said. Honestly meaning it and looking forward to spoiling his daughter for the first time.

Trunks nodded, reaching a hand out to take his. Not to shake it, but to hold it. "No problem." He replied.

Both of them continued to stand there for a moment, the only contact between them was the touch of their clasping hands. Neither of them wanting to let go as they gazed into each other's eyes.

'I'll always be waiting for when you're ready, Trunks.' Gohan said in his head.

Trunks nodded. 'I know.'

Eventually though, Pan's patience wore out, and she pressed on the horn of the car. Snapping them out of their quiet thoughts with the sound.

"I have to go." Gohan said with regret. He wanted to spend time with his daughter, but for just five minutes, holding Trunks' hand seemed much more important.

"Okay." Trunks replied with an equal amount of regret.

Their hands came apart, skin brushing against skin until all contact was broken, and Gohan got in the car.

His eyes kept on turning back to Trunks as he started the engine and drove off. Seeing from his rear view mirror that he was still standing their watching them off in the distance.

Gohan knew that Trunks wasn't kidding when he said that he wanted to go slow, but he could handle it. He had his daughter with him know. Proof that the younger demi was serious about what they were doing.

It was a start. And it was better than nothing.

The End