Another chapter, let me know what y'all think so far!

Titania Scarlet - good question about how Goten is feeling, but that's addressed next chapter I'm afraid, hope you can wait!

Trunks and his mother took a seat at a vacant table. Bulma had insisted that they left the office building and went for a coffee to chat. He'd protested, he didn't feel up to facing the world, but she wouldn't hear of his objections and so eventually he'd allowed himself to be dragged out.

The place was nice, quaint, they sat outside at an ornate table as the sun shone, the weather couldn't touch Trunks' foul mood however, he could still feel eyes upon him despite his attempts to cover his face with oversized sunglasses.
'Yeah, look all you like,' he thought, aggravated, 'I'm Trunks Briefs and I deserved a punch, what of it.' He opened his mouth to silence one particularly unsubtle middle-aged woman when Bulma had put her hand on his shoulder, 'They'd have looked anyway honey we're known, just ignore them and focus on me.'

He considered this and settled back down in his seat, looking over her head out across the street. They sat like this for a while before either of them spoke.

'How do you feel about gay people?' He asked her eventually, his voice kind of sad and resigned.

She looked at him in confusion, not answering straight away.

'Gay people? What do they have to do with it?'

'Just answer the question mum, how do you feel about them?'

Her eyes narrowed in thought before she shrugged in indifference. 'I don't know, each to their own I suppose, what does it matter to me?'

Trunks smiled appreciatively and squeezed her hand over the table, good answer mother, he thought.

She looked at him, continuing to frown, before the penny dropped and her eyebrows moved up in appraisal.

'Are you trying to tell me that you're gay?' She asked, pointedly.

He looked at her for a second, trying to gauge what he reaction was likely to be, he couldn't tell.

'Pretty much.' He replied.

'Oh.' She said, looking off to the side in thought.

'Does it bother you?'

She sighed and looked back at him, 'No. We don't choose who we are. It'll take a bit of getting used to.'

'Well you needn't worry about that, I've only felt this way about one person and they do not want to see me, so it may not be something you have to get used to at all.' He joked, he wasn't sure why he was half-laughing, nothing in his life so far had ever been less funny.

She had the look of someone trying to connect dots, she was clever, Trunks gave her some time to work it out.

'Gohan?! ' she asked incredulously, 'Trunks, he's a married man, no wonder he hit you so hard!'

Trunks spat out his coffee and looked at her like she'd sprouted an extra head.

'No you mentalist! What the hell?'

Bulma laughed in relief, 'I'm sorry I'm not on my best form I've just had a big shock.'

She paused for a second, realising her mistake.

'Goten?'

'There you go.'

She smiled a bit; that was nice, romantic even, 'how long?'

He hesitated.

'How long, Trunks?' She repeated, more menacingly.

'Two years' he said quietly, he also attempted a cough to cover up the sound or soften the blow, he wasn't sure which.

'TWO YEARS?!' She said loudly, slopping coffee down her front.

'Yes!' He hissed, making 'tone it down' motions with his hands and throwing tissues at her, 'can you not make a scene? My face is doing a fine job of that without you shouting all over the place.'

'Sorry, but god Trunks, why didn't you tell me?'

He paused, wondering how to answer, before deciding 'fuck it', he was tired of lying it had only gotten him into trouble so far.

'I told dad.' He said, avoiding her eye.

'What?' She leaned forward in her chair, confused and intrigued.

'Yeah, he didn't like it, I was sort of put-off telling people after that.'

'What do you mean 'he didn't like it'?' she asked slowly and deliberately, afraid to hear what would come next.

'I don't know what he was more annoyed about, gayness or cross-class mating,' he said quickly, 'I'm not sure if he knew himself, but he said he was going to kill Goten anyway, if I didn't stop seeing him.' The words tumbled out of him and he felt a weight fall off him as they did.

Bulma's heart was beating fast, she wondered if this was due to the effort it was taking not to let her fury at her husband show. 'Is that what this is?'

'God no,' He laughed, 'I couldn't have stopped seeing him if dad would have killed me on the spot, I wouldn't have it in me to leave him, alive or dead.'

'So?'

'So I told dad I would stop, and I didn't. The problem there is, I didn't tell Goten I'd told dad, I just told him we couldn't tell anyone.'

'And he got sick of being a secret?'

'As anyone but me could have predicted, I just kept putting it off hoping it would sort itself out. In the end I had to tell him why I didn't want to tell anyone.'

'And that went well?'

Trunks put a hand to his healing ribs. 'Yeah really well so far, I hope this keeps up.' He said sarcastically.

'Oh, Trunks.' Bulma looked at her son with a sadness and a sympathy that Trunks was finding difficult to handle, he could feel his eyes filling and he thanked the gods inwardly that he decided to wear sunglasses. She sat there for a second, lost in thought; what could she do? Would she be able to talk any sense into her husband? 'Probably not', she thought miserably. But she also knew she couldn't stay with someone who'd rather cost their child his happiness than compromise his own views.

She'd wondered whether it would ever come to this. Well, not this exactly, she never would have predicted this, but a crossroads none the less. A point on which their equally strong views clashed so severely that she had to take a separate path, and here seemed to lie that point.

Trunks seemed to sense her thoughts. 'Don't fall out with dad over this, please.' He said desperately, 'I'd be lying if I said I'd ever forgive him, because I can promise you now that I won't, but I never told you to make you take action, and I don't want you upset.'

'I can't promise you that, Trunks.' Bulma replied heavily. 'Your father upset me when he upset you, I just didn't know it yet.'