We had a day off from sparring with our fathers. It was a cold evening, so Goten and I stayed inside Capsule Corp. to play video games (what we always did with our free time). I had just beaten Goten (again) at the game we had been playing for the past hour.
"Looks like you won again," Goten gave a sheepish smile, obviously displeased at the loss.
I smirked, "Yeah. You just need to get that combo move down, and then you might have a chance at beating me. I laughed and punched his arm jocularly. He laughed and punched me back. This turned into an all-out spar, with arms and legs flying everywhere. I tried mimicking the combo move in the game and hovered in the air. I swirled my foot around, kicking Goten in the shoulder. He grabbed my ankle at the last second and pulled me down with him. I let out a yelp as I fell. I landed on top of him. Our legs were accidentally intertwined and my hand was placed right next to his. For a moment, my face was only centimeters from his own.
"Uh," I started to panic, "Sorry! I'm sorry!" I got up and turned around. I clasped my hands together and felt my chest pound. Was that my heart beating this loudly? It wasn't nearly this loud when we were fighting.
Goten was still sitting on the ground when I turned back around to face him. He had his traditional confused-Son-look on his face. He stared at me for another moment before saying, "You're blushing, Trunks."
"What?!" I exclaimed and put my hands to my face. My cheeks were hot. There was no doubt, now.
"I must've hit your face, or something," Goten got up, smiled, and laughed.
His naïvety was astounding. I decided to roll with it, "Heh, yeah you did!" I meagerly tried laughing it off. He giggled back, but his seemed more genuine than mine (by a long shot).
"Let's go play again," I thumbed over to the game that was still displayed on the television screen. He nodded and plopped hi,self on the couch. I walked over and sat next to him, and I couldn't help but still feel the lingering tickle in my stomach and the pounding of my heart.
A/N: If this gets popular enough (or if I get bored enough), I'll turn this into a chapter story. Yay.