Just a short story reflecting on Goten and Trunks' friendship. (You could guess they both are human in this AU)
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Like Peanut Butter and Jelly
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Slowly opening his eyes, Goten came out of his dark slumber to the piercing fluorescent lights of the room. The drowsiness hit him instantly as he began to raise his head. Goten winced as the pain began to register and his entire body ached. In particular, his wrists hurt like hell.
There was a low, faint groan to his left side. He carefully pivoted his head and tried to focus his eyes. Trunks lay next to him, sprawled out on the white, tile floor, and... holy shit was that a Sharpie drawn mustache on his face? He really didn't want to know why his shirt felt wet now.
Goten looked up and glanced around the room they were being held in and spotted the windows with the iron bars. "We're in the police station, aren't we, Trunks?"
Unlike his friend, Trunks had been dumped on the floor. Another groan escaped his throat, "Uh-huh."
"In Satan City?"
"Yup."
"Was it worth it?"
"Hell yeah."
Goten's eyes shifted from the mark on his best friend's face to the two small, red dots peeking out from under his t-shirt. A grin spread across Goten's features as he opens his mouth to speak, "Whoa, you got tased!"
Trunks grunted and finally opened his eyes, "Wha... No way, that's awesome..." he mumbled, his voice hoarse.
The last thing Goten remembered was sneaking into a party with Trunks, as usual. He had no recollection of the police bust or the cops as they frantically snapped the cuffs on Goten while he was slumped over in the living room, passed out, or as they tackled Trunks as he tried to escape from a second story window.
The teenager frowned when he found the wetness on his shirt was indeed someone's vomit.
"Now what?" Goten asked, instantly looking over to his friend.
"Now we get the hell out of here." The lavender haired teenager smirked.
Goten laughs. "You can say that again!"
He balled his hand into a fist and bumped Trunks'.