The Saiyan Bond

Im Scared sometimes

Trunks pov
Gohan is standing with me, the wind blowing gracefully through our hair and I look up at him with the most grateful smile I have ever given. We look out over the horizon from our vantage point of the red cliffs.
"So, here's another lesson, do you feel it? The power levels?" He asks, patting my head gently. I look around and then close my eyes quickly, trying to concentrate.
I feel a glob of life forms in the east.
"I-I think so."
"Describe them for me?"
I squint harder.
"There is a glob of small level life. They don't exactly have any strength. Their powers are around 12 to 15."
He smiles and sits down, leaning on his hand.
"Yah. Good job. Those are animals. Deer most likely. Okay so try to concentrate farther away." I turn my head to the west and close my eyes again. Something dangerous. I feel something evil and angry.
I start to hyperventilate, the dark energy is overwhelming, I can't breathe. This is too much. They're so powerful!
"Gohan I-!" I open my eyes but Gohan isn't sitting next to me anymore. He's lying on the cement in front of me.
The buildings are tall around us and crumbling slowly. The sky darkens with a crack of lightning across the air. How did we get here?
His arm is....it's gone.
"G-GOHAN!" I scream in a panic. He flinches at my voice intensity and I give a sigh of relieve. He reaches out for me with his good arm and I grasp it, to pull him up but his head suddenly drops.
"Gohan what-"
Someone steps up behind me and cackles aloud.
I don't like this. Why isn't Gohan moving? What's happening?
"So, it's all your fault huh? You just weren't strong enough were you?"
"W-who are you?" I stammer.
They are similar in facial features but their hair color is different. One has black hair and the other has blonde. The blonde smirks and tosses her head back, laughing.
"Pathetic are we? How tragic. You've killed you're own lover with your failure."
The black hair speaks up, "it's a shame, you couldn't go super Saiyan in enough time when he needed you most. You're too weak to protect him. Aren't you? You can't just rely on him all the time, little shit."
"I-go-Gohan?" I look back to my mate on the floor. He is laying on his stomach in the rain.. I touch my face and it's wet. I can't tell if it's tears or the rain.
His eyes...their so...empty.
His face, looks....disappointed.
"T-trunks-I- I Lo-ah" he speaks but loses his breath quickly.
"Gohan no! Wait!" I run to him but I'm too late, when I grab his hand, it's cold.
Why is this happening? What did I do?
"GOHAN NO! Wake up...please...?"
He doesn't move. The rain soaks up his shirt and it turns a dark orange and his hair falls over his eyes. I'm on my knees and I feel such an anger rise in me. Something I have never felt before. It's more adrenaline than I have ever felt and I can't contain myself.
"DAMNIT! GOHAN NO!" I grip my head tightly as the anger and pain overwhelm me and take over.
"Trunks! Trunks wake up! Stop! you're hurting me!" Gohans voice pierced my ears and I open my eyes in a panic to see Gohan crouched over me, my hands gripping his throat tightly. He is choking and coughing and sputtering and I can't let go for a second. I'm too shocked to move.
"Tr-agh!trunk-!" He stutters and I let go,panicked. He jumps back and hunched over loudly coughing and choking, gasping for air obnoxiously and I stumble back onto the bed. He holds his throat trying to gather his breath. I have no words and I look at my hands to realize the golden aura around me.
I must have gone super Saiyan in my sleep.
I feel the tears in my cheeks and my eyes are stinging. I must have been crying for some time. Gohan sits up painfully and looks at me as though he is scared of me. And I pull my knees to my chest, trying to close up space and forget what I just did.
Gohan crawls over to me but I back away.
I don't want to hurt him again.
"Trunks it's alright *cough* I know what those dreams are like it's okay. I have nightmares too." He coaxes but I can't believe him. I look over at his right arm and see it's still there. He follows my gaze and then meets my eyes again.
"What is it?"
I shake my head. And roll over onto my side. I look out the window to see it's still dark out.
"Trunks you have to talk to me. If you think I'm mad, I'm not."
"You promise?"
He softens into a smile and nods.
"I promise. Come here." He gestures to in between his legs and I crawl over to sit in front of him as he strokes my hair smoothly.
I sigh and lean against him, then look up, his throat has marks from my fingers.
"You're gonna have bruises in the morning." I whimper.
He chuckles nervously.
"It's alright. You had a bad dream. You weren't aware anyways it's not your fault okay?"
I nod and he holds me tightly around my waist.
"Hey, look at me." I turn to face him and he presses his lips to mine tenderly.
"I love you. Tell me what happened when you want to okay?" I nod again and he meets my lips again, pressing harder as I squint into the feeling. His breathe gets ragged and I turn to face him better while he pushes me down onto my back. I love it when he breathes like this. So heavy and intimate and it's so invigorating.
His hands rub my bare skin of my sides and waist and I shudder at the touch. He pulls away. A small amount of saliva still connected to our mouths. He licks my lip to get ride of it and I gasp slightly at the behavior.
"I told you...mmmmm.....I love you trunks. I'm here for you." I smile weakly in response and he pulls me under the covers to go back to sleep, his chest and waist pressed tightly against my backside. It was more comfortable this way.
But what did that dream mean?