Goten's Questions

“Trunks, um, can I ask you a question?” asked Goten.
“Sure Goten, what is it?” replied Trunks.
“Well, um, have you ever….” began a hesitant Goten.
“Ever what? C’mon Goten, spill it out,” urged Trunks, losing his patience.
“Well have you ever seen a girl naked?” Goten let the words escape his lips and he instantly wished he hadn’t. His countenance looked as though someone had tried to dye his cheeks red, and succeeded.
“No, I haven’t… why?” lied Trunks. He was just as embarrassed by the question as Goten was. However, along with this embarrassment Trunks felt shocked and puzzled.
“Well, the other day I went into my mommy’s room and I accidentally walked in on her naked…and…”
“And what?”
“Well, we didn’t look the same.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she doesn’t have something that I do, and it got me thinking, maybe one of us is sick.” Goten suddenly started talking faster and his voice revealed worry.

Trunks understood what he was talking about, but he didn’t know how to explain it in a way Goten would be comfortable with. Trunks had often seen naked woman, his father brought them home all the time. He had also seen his father on top of those women, so he knew exactly what men and women had. But he never dared tell his mother, he feared that they might separate.

“Well Goten, boys and girls don’t have…the same…parts…” explained Trunks rather awkwardly.
“I don’t get it,” said an obviously puzzled Goten.

Trunks loosened his belt, and lowered his pants. Trunks face turned bright red as he did this, but he had to for his best friend’s sake of not being sexually oblivious. He understood that Goten didn’t have a father that would explain any of this to him, so he took it upon himself.

“This, what boys have, is called a penis.” explained Trunks as he pointed to his pubic area.
“Okay, but now I’m worried about you…” said Goten on the brink of tears.
“Why?” Trunks asked dumbfounded.
“Well, yours is too small, that must mean your sick!” cried Goten.
“Small? Hey!” screamed Trunks in rage.
“Well sure Trunks, look at mine.” Goten lowered his pants revealing his penis.
“Holy crap!” Trunks said, flabbergasted.
“Oh no! I’m sick I’m going to die!” sobbed Goten.
“No, no! Actually, your quite…blessed.” soothed Trunks.
“Really?” said Goten, looking up.
“Really,” assured Trunks.
“Trunks, I have one more question. Now that I know what it is…what do you do with it?”
THE END

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