AN: Yes it has been forever. I am never good at planning plots, but when I started this I did have an idea of how I was going to bring Gohan back. Stupidly I didn't write it down. Then I lost motivation, and by the time I regained the motivation I couldn't remember what my plot was. I further put off updating because I didn't want to give you half-assed work, but I figure that is better than never finishing. That said, this chapter is bits and pieces of scenes that would have been the middle of the story. Then I will upload an ending chapter.

Trunks lands and kills Frieza. He lands in front of the group and looks them over stopping on Gohan.

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Trunks wanted so badly to run up and hug him, but he knew that that was uncalled for. Not only was this Gohan not the one he missed, but it would propel them too close to each other. He needed to remain impartial. Gohan was just like everyone else here. Except he wasn't.

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There Gohan was, and he wanted so badly to go to him, but he knew that he couldn't. Doing so would only hurt him. He could never be with this Gohan, he knew that. This Gohan had a separate life to live, and it wouldn't be fair to him to love him as his Gohan's replacement.

They begin to train to fight the androids. Trunks tries to stay away from Gohan, but Gohan pursues his friendship.

He tried to stay away he really did, but it was so hard not to notice the little things, like the way Gohan would study so diligently. Even though his mother was so demanding, he did what she said in order to make her happy.

Trunks gave up. Staying away was just too difficult. Gohan lit up when he entered a room and it made Trunks so happy. As long as he didn't have any expectations, it was fine right?

He had done it. Now he couldn't bear the thought of being separated. He would lose both Gohans, and his pain would be doubled. For now the pain was dull, just a weak ache of knowing, yet he knew that once he left he may not be able to stand it. He would miss two equally important people, both possibly lost from him forever.

They sat in silence staring at the serene landscape. "This is nice."

"Yeah," Trunks replied, but his voice sounded far away.

"Hey, Trunks, why are you always so distant?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Gohan shifted looking at him, "you don't talk much about yourself."

"Do you really want to know?"

Gohan blushed. "Of course. We're friends, right?"

Trunks' face looked sad. "Yeah."

The halfsaiyan was confused. He was unhappy to be friends? "Do you not like having friends?"

"No, it's just all of my friends have been killed."

"Oh." Gohan gave him some space staring at the landscape again.

"Gohan, what do you think of me?"

"Hm? You're so strong and cool. But you are also very sad, which makes me sad. I wish I could cheer you up somehow."

"That's kind of you."

"Friends help friends out." Gohan smiled.

"Is that all I am to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind. Forget it," Trunks blurted looking away embarrassed.

"Trunks," Gohan cautioned, "what was I like in your timeline?"

Trunks turned, staring at him in shock, his eyes glistening. "You, he was my idol, my goal. He was the strongest and kindest person I knew. Besides my mom, he was all I had."

"I died didn't I." It wasn't a question, and Trunks didn't bother answering. "You loved him didn't you?" The tears Trunks had been holding back stirring falling lightly. "It's okay. You can tell me."

"Yes." Trunks' voice sounded like a dying animal. Gohan wasn't sure what he was feeling right then, but he pulled Trunks to him protectively letting him cry.

AN: This is about all I had planned minus the ending, so you can see why I never updated. Anyway, I will try to come up with some Dragon Ball deus ex machina thing for the ending.