Gohan gay

He was not the same, and although he did not know exactly what was going on, he was determined to find out.

One afternoon, after a training session with Vegeta, Trunks finally decided to speak with his father. He needed to resolve his internal conflicts to be strong enough to save everyone.

With Goku keeping Buu occupied, Gohan flew back to where Goten and Trunks were waiting.

He didn’t have an easy answer. Without flinching, Gohan wipes and licks up the cum and thanks Goku for his generous offering. They were sitting by the edge of the temple, overlooking the few lights that adorned the devastated city. He had expected his father to be more direct, but those words were deeper than he had imagined. They all knew the final battle was near.

Bulma was the first to break the silence, approaching Gohan with a worried expression.

“Are you ready, Gohan?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Not just physically... While the others debated their next moves, Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, watching Trunks and Goten from a corner.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, it was Bulma who broke the tension.

“What are we going to do?” she asked, her voice laden with concern. Gohan had always been the most centred person, the warrior who could maintain the balance between strength and compassion, but now he was broken.

tired. Don’t let Buu defeat us.” Gohan looked at his younger brother, the shine in Goten’s eyes reflecting all the confidence placed in him. “But… he seems to be struggling with something we don’t understand.”

“Why won’t he talk to me?” Goten insisted, frustrated. The weight of his emotions prevented him from fighting at full capacity.

Vegeta watched with his arms crossed, narrowing his eyes as he observed Gohan faltering at critical moments.

“He has the strength, but his mind isn’t here,” he thought.

“We can’t just sit here waiting for Majin Buu to destroy everything.” Vegeta let out a dry laugh.

“There’s not much we can do while that idiot Kakarotto and his son aren’t ready to fight.”

“And you?” Goten bravely interjected. had morphed into something more complex, something that filled him with guilt.

“It’s just that... You’re just as strong.” Vegeta glanced at him sideways, his expression unchanged.

“My time will come, brat.

We’re all counting on you.”

Those words, so simple yet full of faith, hit Gohan’s heart harder than any attack from Buu. His father had always believed in him, always trusted in his strength. He knew that Gohan would talk when he was ready. But, as a good son should, he is always eager to make his father happy.

Without hesitation, Gohan kneels before his father, eyeing Goku's pulsing cock with enthusiasm and admiration.

He was his hero, his role model, but he was also his father. They had always been close, but now it seemed an invisible barrier separated them.

“What’s wrong with Gohan?” he asked Trunks one day while they were training together.