#futurehybrid

[lefttodoright-blog]

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There was no recognition in his gaze as he stared at Trunks. No hint of remembrance. Just flat emptiness as one hand was raised, energy gathering in his palm before a narrow beam of ki was fired-- its target practically the same spot that Cell had punctured before.

If Trunks wasn’t prepared to fight him, then Gohan was prepared to kill him.

[offalsecourage-blog]

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Since it was raining, there was only one place that Trunks would find Goten.

The androids had been defeated and, by all rights, their world was started to turn into a better place every day. People were rebuilding, homes and families were coming together. The world still bore healing wounds that would turn into deep scars, and the damage from the androids would be felt for generations. But-- but-- they were moving forward.

Goten wasn’t.

The rain fell heavily, matting his shirt and hair flat to his skin and scalp. He was soaked, body temperature slowly dropping from being out in the cold and chilled water. Hiding up on the rooftop of Capsule Corp wasn’t the most original of spots, but most people preferred to ignore the hunched over form that sat in the downpour.

Some piece of him had died the same day that Gohan had. Trunks had found fury and purpose, and Goten just felt numb. Even here, even now, it still felt like something fundamental was missing.

Being in the rain was the closest he could get to feeling anything anymore.

[angelfccdie]

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“...Forgive me, but you look a little familiar.” That was putting it quite lightly.

[epochisms-blog]

@futurehybrid He hadn't thought he was underestimating his alternate. It was just a friendly spar, after all; neither one of them was supposed to be taking it that seriously. Trunks must have been though -- why else would he have found himself suddenly sporting a jaw that felt like it might have been broken? He grimaced as he reached up to rub the sore spot. Almost immediately he felt fingers gripping his chin, forcing his head at an angle-- and then lips on his cheek. Trunks blinked before a heat began to burn across his cheeks. "U-um-- it's okay don't-- worry about it-"

[lefttodoright-blog]

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The fact that he was still waking up to stare up at a ceiling would never cease to amazing him. He had spent how many years living with the Kais...? And he would never, ever be able to repay them for their kindness towards him. But this, this was their ultimate gift towards him and one he would always treasure.

The sound of voice talking, soft and murmured and laughing. The smell of food cooking. The warmth of sunlight filtering across his skin.

A smile was all-but permanently etched over his features as Gohan got up. Sweats and a t-shirt made up his outside, as there hadn’t been much else left that still fit him. His hand reached up to start to card through his tangled locks-

-and he stopped, laughing, as he felt a pair of arms encircle him tightly from behind.

“I thought Bulma had taught you to knock first,” he said lightly, teasing Trunks.

[lefttodoright-blog]

Trunks had returned from the errand his mother had requested of him, only to find Gohan collapsed on the floor. He dropped the object he'd picked up for Bulma and rushed to the other's side. "Gohan?! Gohan, wake up!" he called out, elevating the other's head carefully while gently shaking him. He was worried. He'd never seen Gohan just faint before. Had he not been eating enough? Was he dehydrated? Hiding an injury? "Gohan!"

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He had felt off for a few days now, and had chosen to simply stay quiet over the headaches and slight dizziness he had been experiencing. It was nothing to be worried about, he had reasoned. Most likely just some after-effect from being dragged by to life by a Kai of unimaginable power.

The vertigo had morphed into full blown vertigo, vision blurring as he had gripped the edge of the kitchen countertop in an attempt to stay standing. He slipped, hand skidding forward, and his already unstable balance had him pitching forward. At the very least, Gohan had narrowly avoided cracking his head on the same edge he had used for support as he went down.

He ‘came to’ with his head in Trunks’ lap. Gohan groaned as he immediately started to sit up-- and even before Trunks’ could try to hold him there he stopped, resting back against the other’s legs. “Mmnn... tell the floor to stop moving...”

[halfbredson-blog]

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                                        Present Trunks & Goten

Alcohol was the mother of all Bad Decision Makers, and yet here they were– drunk. Again. The last part really spoke to their relationship, though Goten didn’t blame Trunks for trying to turn any time they had together into some sort of celebration. What else were you supposed to do after you learned that your best friend was dying?

That he was dying, and there was not a damn thing that could do to save him. That even having the power to wish people back from death wasn’t enough to stop nature from taking its course.

Trunks was a bit picky with what he drank but Goten easily knocked back anything. Being half saiyan meant it took far too much to get to that pleasant hazy spot where everything seemed wonderful, but it was worth it. It was worth it to forget the inevitable for just a little while.

He wasn’t sure when the idea to kiss Trunks had flickered through his mind, but the thought barely had a moment to take root before he acted on it. It was clumsy, nose presses against the other’s cheek as his lips clumsily captured Trunks’. A hand came up to thread through blue locks as Goten leaned forward, tasting the alcohol that heavily flavored his lips. A small whine accompanied it as his other hand pressed against Trunks’ chest.

                                           Future Trunks & Goten

He wasn’t sure what drew him to this alternate version of Trunks. He was older, more mature, and perhaps just a bit more mysterious and dangerous than the one that Goten had grown up with. There was something enticing about getting to spend more time with him and getting closer to this visitor from the past. 

Which was why, even though he didn’t drink, Goten had invited Trunks out with him for an evening of fun. Going to a bar, dancing at a club, and just generally acting like the irresponsible young man that he guessed this Trunks had never had the chance to be. 

A few too many shots resulted in an overly-giggly Goten leaving heavily against the taller male, one hand pressed against his chest with the other curled around his back. They were talking about something– but was it important? What was important were Trunks’ eyes… and nose.. and lips and was he pressing up against him? Chest against the others as his fingers tangled through blue locks? As his mouth opened with a soft sigh, allowing Trunks’ tongue to press against his own?

Kami… this was wrong, and he knew there would be horrible consequences from this later on, but at the moment it felt too good for him to care.

                                     Future Trunks & Future Goten

Trunks – the blue haired, super serious, 100% mama’s boy and hero of the future – drank? Goten hadn’t really believed it until he saw it.

It was a bit shocking, honestly, that Goten didn’t drink. It fit with his ‘I’m so dark and edgy’ air that he put on, but he never saw the appeal of imbibing in something that would alter his perception. But he had said that he would try to have fun tonight. He saw he would relax with Trunks and have a few drinks with him.

Which was a huge mistake.

There was a period where Goten became borderline happy and giddy, but it melted seamlessly into heart-wrenching depression. “If I wasn’t around– if Gohan had just been able to train you–” And he had broke down sobbing in Trunks’ arms. 

And the sobs had turned into a wet, sloppy kiss as Goten clung to Trunks, desperate to hold onto something that reminded him that he wasn’t alone.

                                              Prince Blue & Goten

He hated the taste of alcohol. He hated the headaches and nausea that always followed it (because he had to keep up with Blue and Blue’s tolerance vastly outweighed his). He loved drinking with Blue.

An oxymoron for sure, but drunk Blue was gentle and caring Blue. The Blue that would laugh and giggle in his ear and whisper how much he loved him and how precious Goten was to him, how he meant the world to him and would always protect and take care of him. Those words sent shivers down Goten’s spine – and it wasn’t like he wasn’t aroused and breathtaken by aggressive, controlling Blue, but there was something special about this time.

Goten crawled onto his lap, knees pressing against the bedsheets as he leaned down to capture Blue’s lips with his own. Teeth nipped at the Prince’s lower lip before he giggled, pleased with his own small act of dominance. Blue’s response was to rub his nose against Goten’s before kissing him again, laughing against his mouth.