GOLDEN DREAMS 
author: FireCracker       KLee624820@aol.com 
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)   
Pairing Goku/Trunks 
A/U -Rapture for Trunks 



(Continued) 

Goku turned away, the wind whipping his thick hair like a black flame. 

"I know" he said, staring at the horizon. 

Trunks gaped in astonishment. _Nani??_ "Then, my dream was _real?!"_ 

Goku turned back slowly. "It was." 

Trunks swallowed. He was nervous all of a sudden. Fantasy was one thing, but 
confronting reality...was something else. 

Goku gave a shaded smile. "And now you have a question." 

Trunks was cautious. "How do I know you're telling the truth about knowing-" 

"I came to you from a sea of liquid gold." 

Trunks felt color flush his cheeks. _Why am I embarrased now?_ 

"What are you thinking?" 

"I'm...I don't know. When we were in that dimension, everything seemed to 
make sense, even thought it didn't. And now..." 

"Now you're in the real world again. Dreams are like that, Trunks. When you 
wake up they rarely make sense in a practical way." 

Blue eyes were liquid. "But you remember what I said to you?" 

Goku ran fingers through the lavender mane. "Of course, I remember 
everything. By the way, I think I prefer your hair long like this." 

Trunks felt a tingle. "Oh, well..." 

"You've impressed me since we first met, Trunks. And I must admit I have 
something of a soft spot for you." 

The demi-saiyan leaned closer, wild hope burning his breast. "Goku...I've got 
to say this..." he held the other saiyan's face. 

Goku eyed him steadily. "I know, Trunks." 

Trunks kissed him. "Ashiteru, Goku. I can't help myself!" 

The dark saiyan pulled back gently. "And now to the practical problems." 

Trunks looked down in dismay. "I know you're married." 

"What do you expect me to do? I won't divorce my wife." 

A spark of jealousy fueled an emotional outburst. "Sou ka? Does being married 
stop you from sleeping with father?!" 

Blue eyes went wide with shock as a large hand clamped over his mouth. Goku 
glared darkly, a growl low in his throat. 

"Don't push or force things that aren't there yet, Trunks" Goku warned. "Yes, 
I have feelings for you but we aren't mates. And I will only say this once 
more...discussions about Vegeta are off limits." 

Trunks nodded. Goku removed his hand. The pair took a moment to compose 
themselves. Finally Trunks spoke again. 

"So. Do I have a chance?" 

Goku blinked in stupefication. _Masak. He's more determined than ever!_ 

"Surprised, Goku?" Trunks stroked the high cheekbones. "In my time there is 
so much horror and destruction. Believe me, I know a good thing when I see 
it." 

The dark head moved back. "Trunks, I'm flattered, but-" 

"When I see something I want I go after it. And you wouldn't have come to my 
dream if you didn't want it, too." 

Goku grabbed the busy hands that stroked his chest. He lifted an eyebrow. 

"I must admit you give me something to think about, Trunks. One minute you're 
a deer in the headlights, and the next, a hunter on the prowl." 

Trunks licked his lips. "I felt I had to make my move." 

Goku gave a soft laugh. "You do it well. But don't you think this could get 
_really_ complicated?" 

Trunks considered. "Maybe-" 

"It's nice to be wanted, but for me it's too much of a good thing. What would 
you have me do?" 

Wild images formed in the demi-saiyan's mind. "I could think of a few things!" 

Goku flashed his canines. "Hentai! Where would I find the energy, bouncing 
from bed to bed?! Even a saiyan has limits." 

"We have a connection!" 

"We have a rapport. I also have a family to consider-" 

Trunks took a dare. "Father is still in the equation, Goku. I know you warned 
me, but tell me this...could you ever give him up?" 

"Cheeky" Goku growled. "Nice." 

"Would you?" 

"None of your buisness. We're discussing you and me, not me and Vegeta. 
Either stay on the topic or I leave now." 

Trunks sighed. "This isn't what I imagined it would be." 

Goku curled his tail over his knees. "Fantasies have a way of letting you 
down. They're perfection in your own mind." 

"Maybe. But I thought that if you could handle two relationships-" 

"Three would be in the bag? Do you know how insane that sounds?" 

Trunks had to admit it did. 

"There's something else to consider. If we were to have a relationship, a 
bond would form. Now how am I supposed to handle all those people in my head?" 

The demi-saiyan was shocked. "You mean, all your bonds are two way?" 

Goku stared in surprise. "Of course they are! To make matters worse, the 
bonds could merge or 'interfere' with each other. None of my partners would 
have a clue which feelings were directed at them. And the strain of 
maintaining separation would drive me insane." 

"Gods" Trunks breathed. "I never would have considered...my bonds didn't 
operate that way. At least not with anyone I ever got close to." 

Now it was Goku's turn to be surprised. "Explain, Trunks." 

"What I mean is, I could sense and feel _them_ but not the other way around." 

"Interesting. And none of your bonds are two way?" 

"Only with father, a _runtek_ blood bond." 

Goku reached the only logical conclusion. "I suspect you could only have a 
complete bond with a full saiyan. And the fact that your father has such a 
bond with you only proves my point. It would be an utter disaster for 
everyone involved." 

Trunks leaned his head against Goku's shoulder. "I agree. _Chikuso!!_ What a 
mess. It wasn't supposed to be like this!" 

Goku put an arm around him, smiling gently. "Hai, kire. And neither of us 
would settle for just sex." 

"No way" Trunks was angry at the thought. 

**** 

The sun was setting before they headed back. Goku clasped the demi-saiyan's 
hand as they walked. 

"I want you to know something, Trunks" Goku admitted. "When you jumped me and 
we wrestled...in that moment, that place...I wanted to claim you for my own." 

Trunks stood in front of him, clear eyes glowing in the waning light. "I 
hoped to hear you say that" he breathed. 

Goku put a finger to his lips. "Ssh. Don't start something that can't be 
finished." 

Trunks kissed the finger. "A memory, then?" 

"Trunks-" 

"Love you" Trunks mouthed silently before sweeping Goku into a kiss. They 
embraced passionately, tongues lashing with wild abandon. Goku clutched the 
purple mop with both hands, inhaling its fragrance. 

_He smells like owatta blooms in the spring!_ 

Vaguely he felt a hand behind him, stroking his tail roughly. Sweet sensation 
washed down his thighs and tightened his groin. He had to stop this. Now. 

With all the willpower he could muster, Goku pushed away. They stared into 
each other's eyes, heaving with desire. 

Trunks gazed into dark heat. _He wants me. Kami, he can't stand this anymore 
than I can..._ 

"What are you doing to me, Trunks?" Goku whispered at last. "Kuso, your eyes 
are like lakes. I can see my reflection in them!" 

"You see my love for you" Trunks panted. He reached for Goku again. "Just 
this once, _koishii._ No one need know !" 

Goku snapped his head. "No. The memory will exist...and spill over into the 
bond I share." 

Trunks paused momentarily, noting he said 'bond' not 'bonds.' _And he's 
involved with both Chi Chi and father. How very interesting..._ 

"Don't ask" Goku reminded him of the earlier warning. 

"I wasn't going to. Not this time." 

The dark saiyan looked to the ski, sighing. The sun was nearly on the horizon 
line now. 

"It's getting late. I'd better go home." 

Trunks felt a pang of resentment. "Yes. I guess you'd better." 

Goku thumbed his lips. "Please...try to understand, Trunks. I hope we can 
still be friends." 

The demi saiyan forced a smile. "Of course we can." 

The deep eyes were concerned. Goku tilted his head to the side. "Will you be 
okay?" 

Trunks turned his back. "Maybe, once my feelings settle down. I don't know." 

A hand clasped his shoulder. "Trunks...I _do_ care." 

"I know. Go home now, Goku. Please." 

He didn't turn at the silence behind his back. 

**** 

Trunks watched in silence as Goku disappeared. A small smile lit his features. 

_I know you don't love me yet, Goku. But you want to, and that's all I need 
to know. Father, you've got a fight on your hands!_ 

He adjusted his jacket before flying off into the night. 

_Some fantasies do come true..._ 

THE END