Chapter 5

Trunks could tell Goten was really excited by the prospect of the party, he talked about it for days after the invite. The conversations usually boiled down to, "what are we going to wear?" Trunks didn't want to spoil his fun, so eventually he decided to just go with it, as long as Goten didn't think up something too over the top. He was relieved when he suggested Trunks just wear his nice tux, and let Goten be the one to dress more risque. It really was a better match for their personalities, and after talking to Justin & Nathaniel again, he figured they were supposed to be going more as sexy versions of themselves, not necessarily as strippers. Trunks did realize that either way, Goten wouldn't have anything 'appropriate' already in his wardrobe, so he offered to take him shopping for something. Goten got a mischievous look in his eyes, and asked if he wouldn't mind his outfit being a surprise...

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now Trunks was waiting impatiently for Goten to finish getting ready in his bathroom. He had come over a few hours ago with a huge bag, kicking him out and telling him that he couldn't exactly do this at his own house, and then locked the door. Thankfully Trunks had already showered, so all he had to do was put on his tux when the time came... but now that it was getting close to time to go, and he was starting to wonder just what the hell Goten was doing in there. Even if he had gotten some full-on S&M strap covered get up, it shouldn't be taking this long.

"Be patient, I'm almost done" he felt float through his head.

"Ok, fine – but hurry up" he sent back. When the door finally opened, he glanced at his watch and stood expectantly, drawing a sharp breath at what he saw. There were no straps or buckles, no collars, or chains hanging off of him, his outfit was surprisingly tasteful, almost elegant if the skirt hadn't been so short. It wasn't Goten standing in front of him, he had been replaced with Goten's twin sister, and she was fucking hot. A form-fitting red silk dress covered his body, leaving legs that were a lot longer than Trunks remembered smooth and bare beneath it. He was wearing matching red heels that were at least 3 inches tall... Kami, that was hot... His pecks were so well defined that it actually looked like he had a small amount of cleavage, and the dress went all the way up to an oriental-style collared neck that would keep the truth from being discovered. A white fake-fur jacket hit him above the waist, accenting curves and drawing attention to that incredible 'Son' ass. Even with all that going on though, Trunks couldn't help being drawn back up to his face. Soft black ringlets framed it, falling down in front of his eyes to just barely sweep his shoulders. His eyes seemed to glow with a tasteful combination of makeup and shimmering glitter – Trunks had never really thought of his friends' face as being effeminate, but framed by those curls, in reality, he made a pretty striking woman... It wasn't until he was enjoying a second round of gazing at Goten's ass in that amazing red silk, that he realized he hadn't said anything for at least the last 5 minutes, just staring and drooling was apparently all he had been capable of. Goten stopped turning in slow circles, and walked over to him, surprisingly steady on those heels.

"I take it, you like?" he said in a smooth, sex-filled voice. Trunks growled and pulled him close, settling his hands over that silk, grabbing his ass tightly while trying to pull him to the bed.

"Oh, no you don't" said Goten as he pulled away, "we have a party to go to."

"We may never make it to that party now that I see what you've done" said Trunks.

They had decided earlier to just IT a block away from the house that the party was at, to help avoid questions. Trunks knew from his mom's various parties that showing up "fashionably" late was fine, and it seemed like they had timed it pretty well. The party was already in swing, music blaring and people laughing and talking all around them. When they entered, Trunks was quickly spotted by Nathaniel, who practically squealed in delight. Then he noticed Trunks' date.

"Oh, My. Gawd. Goten! Is that you? That has to be you, right?" he said, giving Trunks a fake squint-y eye.

"You look Fucking. Amazing. No, seriously, Holy. Shit." Nathaniel kept exclaiming as he pulled each of them in for a hug.

"You guys come this way, follow me to meet Eddie, he wanted me to introduce you guys right away!" Eddie was in the kitchen, lounging against the breakfast bar that had been turned into a full-fledged bar for the night. He was not the most beautiful guy it the room, but the entire crowd was draw to him none the less. Eddie had a natural charisma that seemed to charm men and women alike, his easy smile and laughing eyes captivating the entire room. When he saw Nathaniel leading two strangers over to him with that beaming grin on his face, he set down his drink and stood to shake Trunks' hand.

"You must be the guy who saved my brother and Justin from those assholes at the mall." he said.

"Yeah, I'm Trunks, and this is my boyfriend Goten." Eddie looked Goten up and down with a sparkle in his eye, nodding his head once, and reached out to take his hand, gently kissing the back of it, but with his eyes on Trunks. Trunks stiffened at Eddies' actions, but held himself back from anything more than a small scowl.

"Good" said Eddie, confusing Trunks...

"What do you mean 'good'?" huffed Trunks.

"I mean I heard from Nathaniel how possessive you were over Goten here when the mall incident occurred. Some of the people here can get a little touch-y feel-y, so I wanted to see if you were going to get upset over something as relatively innocent as flirting with him, or if it was just the physical danger that set you off." Eddie explained. Goten giggled, giggled, and leaned to put his arm around Trunks' waist.

"You could have just asked you know" said Trunks waving his hand and cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I know, but then I wouldn't have gotten to kiss your beautiful boyfriends' hand" he said with a wink.

After they had been introduced to most of the people there (at least the important ones Trunks figured) and each gotten a drink, they found their way to the three car garage, which had been converted into a dance floor for the evening. A DJ was set up in the corner, and three or four dozen people were already moving to an electronica beat that seemed to beg to be danced to. They finished their drinks with a grin, and decided to put Gotens' confidence in those 3 inch heels to the test. They danced for over two hours straight without realizing it. The DJ was excellent, combining upbeat dance hits with slower jams that gave weary calves a break. Even so, Goten felt himself needing a break from all the people in there, it was way crowded now, and the heat was starting to get to him. On their way back into the house, they saw that more people were arriving and heading onto the dance floor, and were glad they had decided to get some fresh air. Refilling their drinks, Trunks and Goten had a clear view to the front door as a trench-coated man walked in. Half the room immediately cheered in recognition. Eddie went over and wrapped the tall figure in a big hug and kissed him, then pretended to be mad at him for being late. They couldn't hear exactly what was being said over the commotion, but it didn't really matter. As he removed his coat they let out an audible gasp – skin tight leather had never looked quite so good as it did on Gohan's ass.

He was also wearing a black leather collar that was studded, with no shirt at all – and those pants left nothing to the imagination. It was actually pretty tame compared to some of the other couples... but no one here, or possibly in the entire city, was as ripped as Gohan, or gleaming with the sheen of oiled skin... He pushed Eddie back with a grinning smirk and kissed him back – Eddie held him to it with his hand on the back on Gohans' neck. Not that he looked like he was trying to get away... They made out like that to the rising cat-calls and hooting until Eddie waved his hand at the crowd in a "oh please" gesture and walked away. Well, he didn't really walk away per se, it was more like he just turned around and took a few steps to the bar, asking him what he wanted to drink. Unfortunately, behind the bar is where Trunks and Goten were staring in shock, and Eddie's movement in their direction drew Gohan's gaze that way as well.

Gohan froze as his eyes locked onto that lavender hair, the color draining from his face like he was 5 years old and had just seen Frieza rise from the dead. Eddie looked at him quizzically, and was about to ask him if he was alright when Gohan was all of a sudden past him, had grabbed Trunks by the arm and was dragging him through the house to the back yard. Goten just stood there, shocked by what was happening, and at Gohans' almost violent reaction – why was he dragging Trunks away? He whirled to follow them, afraid that there might be some serious trouble brewing... He realized that Eddie and Nathaniel were right behind him as he reached the hallway that lead to the backyard.

"Does Trunks know him? Cause he seems to know Trunks..." Goten was trying to get his brain to turn back on when Eddie continued, "It's alright, Gohan would never hurt anyone – let's just give him a minute, he obviously wants to talk to him alone" he said, and a patted him on his arm... What the hell was going on?... Goten heard laughter in his head through the bond. "He doesn't recognize you babe. Now get out here and me help calm down your brother before he goes SSJ and tries to murder me for laughing at him." Goten stood still for a second, he had almost forgotten that he was a woman... did he really not know it was him? Eddie grabbed his arm and was trying to steer him back into the main part of the house, when Goten grabbed his wrist with his free hand, squeezing hard enough to easily leave a few bruises. He yelped and released his arm, rubbing his wrist with a scowl. Eddie was looking at him like he had sprouted a second head, but he didn't care, he marched outside to find Trunks. It wasn't difficult, they hadn't made it more than 20 ft from the door before Gohan had stopped walking and started threatening.

"I will kill you Trunks, I swear I will pull you limb from limb if you ever say anything to anyone! You understand me?!" Gohan growled. Trunks was trying to assure him that his secret was safe with him, but was doing an unconvincing job of it (for the first time in his life), mostly because he kept laughing and snorting every few moments at the hilarity of the true situation.

"What about Goten?" Trunks asked, grinning as he saw his date finally walking up to them.

"Especially not Goten, you say anything to him and I will end you-" Gohan ranted.

"Too late." Goten interjected, standing with his hands on his hips and staring Gohan down, "and speaking of ending people, you better tell your boyfriend not to put his hands on me again, or my boyfriend will leave nothing but a smear on the ground where he used to be, M'Kay?"

"What do you mean put his hands on you?" Trunks demanded immediately. Goten wasn't sure this was the best way to diffuse the situation, but he couldn't get over how wrong it had felt for someone else to grab him like that. Couldn't they tell he belonged to Trunks?

"He just grabbed my shoulder and arm to try and keep me inside, I didn't mean like 'sexual' hands on me..." Goten said, blushing a little.

"Holy shit, that's really you, isn't it Goten?" Gohan said in a shocked voice, "Oh, Kami... wait, are you two here, together?"

Eddie and Nathaniel had come out the back door behind Goten, so he moved over closer to Trunks and looked Gohan in the eye.

"Are you guys?" Goten fired back, "cause it certainly looks like you are." He leaned against Trunks as he said it, wrapping one of his legs through Trunks' as his arm went around his waist. Gohan didn't even have the decency to blush, apparently his shock was wearing off – and was starting to turn to anger. He stared at them for a moment, then turned to Eddie and Nathaniel, and asked them to go back inside. Nathaniel frowned, and Eddie spoke up:

"Why? What's going on Gohan, what's up with this guy?"

"It's ok, I know them, alright? The chick in the short red dress is my brother, ok? I'm not going to do anything crazy, so please just go inside and give me a minute – go feel each other up or something till I get back..." He winked at them at the last part, and now it was their turn to look shocked.

"Your brother?! Holy crap..." said Nathaniel, staring. Eddie just shook his head and smiled, and pulled him back into the party. Gohan squinted, watching them go, then dropped his mask.

"How long?" he said, practically yelling at them already.

"Oh, come on Gohan, it's not that big a deal, you're here with another man too" said Goten, trying to keep the mood light... he failed.

"I'm not 15 fucking years old Goten!" Gohan had his hands clenched at his side, "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING TRUNKS?" now he was yelling. Trunks blanched, but Goten spoke before Trunks could figure out how he was going to put this delicately...

"We aren't fucking" said Goten (Well, that was straightforward, thought Trunks), "yet." Trunks face-palmed.

"What?" Goten said as he turned to look at Trunks, "too much?"

"Maybe you should let me do the talking" said Trunks with a groan, his hand still over his forehead. All of a sudden Gohan was right in front of him, lifting him up by the front of his shirt. Well, fuck, Trunks thought. "It was nice knowing you," he sent to Goten through the bond. "Oh please," Goten replied, "Gohan hasn't trained in years, we could probably take him if we had too." Which made Trunks snort out load, which made Gohans' face go from medium angry to pissed. Trunks was just wondering when the beating would start, and how much he could defend himself without the party/house/innocent people being destroyed, when Gohan pulled him in waaaaay too close... Trunks' eyes widened as Gohans' face was buried in his neck, he brought up his hands to push him away, but Gohan already had his nose nudged under his collar, and he took a big, long, sniff (sniff?) of Trunks.

"What the hell!" Trunks said out loud as Gohan sniffed him again on the other side. He dropped him suddenly, turning to Goten.

"Ok, I believe you... but I'm still not comfortable with this" Gohan said.

"Who cares if you're comfortable with it?" said Goten, "It's my decision, not yours – you're being such a hypocrite."

"No, I'm not, I wasn't 15 when I stared having sex Goten, you guys need to wait until you're of age, then it's your decision. You are just way too young to be getting into this sort of thing."

"Tell that to Majin Buu" said Trunks as he straightened his tux.

"Uh-uh Trunks, no way are you going to compare that to this – the two things are completely unrelated."

"They're not as unrelated as you think" said Goten angrily.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Gohan, he was a little put off by Goten's sudden change in demeanor.

"I mean, fusion." Goten turned to Trunks, saw him nod his head, and continued, "Ever since the fusion, Trunks and I have been bonded."

"Bonded? You two are bound to each other, like, the forever one?" Gohan sputtered.

"You know about the bond?" Goten sounded surprised.

"Well, yeah, I do know what it is..." Gohan trailed off. Trunks spoke up now.

"I think the problem was that the Metamorese didn't know about it – at the very least I think they must not have had the ability to bond like we do, so they never thought about it, never thought that a race that was supposed to bond might have issues with it. We fused so many times, so often, that over the years..." Trunks trailed off this time, unsure of the exact details himself, leaving them all standing in silence. The music from the party thumped in the silence.

"How do you know?" asked Goten, "how do you know about the bond?"

"Vegeta told me," Gohan blushed, "when I was a teenager."

"Oh." was all Goten said.

"Gohan," said Trunks, "I know you're trying to do what's best for Goten, but I think you're going to need to back down a little on this one." Gohan started to open his mouth, but Trunks stopped him.

"Just hear me out, ok? I'm trying not to put any undo pressure on him to sleep with me – don't laugh – we've been dating for a year now, and I've always made it perfectly clear that it won't happen until he's ready for it... He's actually not as much of a fag as he looks." He said the last part with a wink, and put his arm around Goten's waist again.

"Hey!" said Goten with a fake indignant tone and a grin. Gohan studied them for a minute, then spoke.

"16 then."

"I am 16"

"I meant Goten, smart ass, and you know it."

Goten sighed. "I still don't see why you get a say in it Gohan, Trunks is the one who I belong to now, not you." Maybe that had been a little blunt... Gohan was staring at them again, thinking in the silence.

"Do you both really feel that way? That he owns you?" Gohan asked.

"Yes." "Yes." they said in unison, no hesitation. Gohan rubbed his temples as if he had a headache.

"I guess it's too late then, if you're already that far gone in it – I can't stop you." His hands came down, and he looked at Trunks squarely.

"Are you sure you're ready to be responsible for him? Just throwing lots of mommy's cash around doesn't necessarily make you a good mate you know. You have to provide for him physically, mentally, emotionally, all that 'bullshit' – all of it, you understand? 'Cause if I find out you use it to mistreat him in anyway, I'll break every bone in your body, give you a senzu, and then kill you."

"Um, that would kill me too, Gohan..." said Goten interjected.

"Shut up Goten" he replied, still staring at Trunks intently.

"Look Gohan, Goten is my other half, I do try to take care of him as best I can, but you're right, we are still pretty young, and there's only so much I can do until we're both of age... I promise to do my best, always, but at the same time, I'm a realist Gohan. I can't say that everything will always be perfect forever – only naïve humans think stuff like that." That seemed to satisfy Gohan, because he nodded his head after a moment. Then he sighed, shaking his head, and headed for the house and back to the party, motioning for them to follow.