I promised this by Tuesday, right. Well, I never said exactly Tuesday right? So, it's 10:22 at night, Thursday, and I'm writing the first Chapter of the sequel to 'Desires of the Heart' called 'Desires of the Mind'. For all of you new fans, if you haven't read the former of the two titles, I would suggest it. For all of you that are returning, welcome back.
Trunks: Oh god, Goten, he's attempting another story; as if the first one wasn't bad enough.
Goten: Well, I thought it was sweet. You can be so wonderful sometimes, Trunks, and I think he caught that side of you towards the end.
Trunks: Hey, whatever happened to that 'side story' majigger you were talking about last story, anyways?
Kaiser: Oh, it's still here. I mean, it won't play a huge role in all of this, and it's possible that some people will not notice anything, but it's at least worth the effort.
Goten: Truly a heart-warming speech.
Trunks: Goten, what the hell is wrong with you?
Kaiser: I can't believe that I'm finally doing the sequel. This is so great. (Squeals then stops suddenly realizing parents are asleep and am supposed to be in bed by now. I stopped writing a while ago and it is now 3:00).
Trunks: Well, if you're so excited then why don't you just get on with it already?
Kaiser: Alright, I will.
Goten: I didn't say a lot, did I?
Kaiser: I'm trying to write here. Leave now.
Goten: God, you're so mean. I'm gonna go play with the power tools.
Kaiser: (mutters) yes! Well, anyways, onto the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. If I did, then things would be, well, different, now wouldn't they?
Wedding
Goten's P.O.V.
"How's the bride?" my father asked anxiously, just coming into the room now, closely followed by my older brother. My mom was currently working the setup of the church alone as Bulma was with Trunks. We all decided it would be better if Trunks and Vegeta were not alone together, oddly enough, for the safety of Vegeta. See, he still wasn't over getting kicked out, even though it worked it for the best.
"Oh, Dad, I can't wait! I'm getting married! I've never felt so happy in all my life!" I said, deciding to leave the other things I was feeling which included but was not limited to: nausea, fear, and hunger.
"Well son, I'm very proud of your decision. Trunks will make a fine husband, and you'll make an excellent wife."
"Dad, he's still a guy, ya know," my brother Gohan finally chimed in.
"Don't be silly. Goten can be a bride, wife, and a guy at the same time. Apparently, your mother taught him how to multitask, though I never got such special treatment."
"Dad, stop pouting. You're ruining the mood," I said sarcastically, though I was sorta serious.
Trunks P.O.V.
"Oh, Trunks, you look so handsome. Vegeta, hand me the camera; this moment must not be wasted, nor any other moment of this day," my mother said, beginning giddily but gaining a more firm tone the further she went along. It was my wedding day, and I swear she was more excited than I was, which is saying something truly remarkable. After a full year of dating Goten, we were finally going to get married! This had been the most widely advertised marriage in the past decade; the heir to the presidency of Capsule Corporation marrying the son of the world famous hero Son Goku. A small wedding could not have been possible with that kind of audience. Of course, it was probably lessened by the fact that we were of the same sex, but it didn't appear to bother too many people; not like those stupid Americans. (A/N- I love Americans, don't hurt me. In fact, I am one. I feel so terrible.) The moment was finally arriving; the day that Goten and I would be bonded for life. The day I had waited for my entire life. The day I realized that I was supposed to have walked up the aisle five minutes before those thoughts occurred.
There he was, in all his beauty. I don't know if anybody else saw it but Goten looked like he was having second thoughts. I was so worried that there was gonna be an n't after his 'I do'. I pushed the thought from my head though, that being the last thought that I wanted at the moment. As he finally came to a halt in front of me, the same expression written on his face as was a moment ago. My stomach could have been a well trained gymnast at this point. What was wrong with my Chibi? He had seemed so happy a just a little while ago.
Goten's P.O.V.
I knew it would work out between us. I mean, I loved him and he loved me, but I just couldn't seem to get that nagging feeling out of my head that something could go wrong. It was almost comparable to a hot dog eating contest. After the first few, you don't know if you can take anymore, but you still want to keep eating. In this case, I'd seen the Trunks that I couldn't handle. He could be the most arrogant and obnoxious man alive, but behind all that was the man I love. Behind all that was the sweet and gentle Trunks who softly whispers all those words I need to hear when I'm down, and the one who I know will never leave my side. He is the one, but he's exactly like a hot dog. In other words, I was a bundle of nerves, just like everyone else who gets married. However, I had a momentary lapse of this nervousness. It just seemed to completely vanish when I saw Trunks standing there with a face more worried than I felt.
"Trunks, what's the matter?" I asked him in a worried tone.
"It just looks like you're having second thoughts about all this. We don't have to do this, ya know," he whispered back, but obviously not as Bulma was quick to stand up and say, "Yes you do. I spent a lot of money on this wedding."
"Trunks, don't worry. It's fine. We were meant to be together… forever. Sure, I was thinking about whether this was a good idea or not, but I came to the decision that it's exactly what I want to do, and was a really easy decision, too. Now, can we get on with this marriage, I'm getting overly anxious."
And so, the priest went on to say all that garble that nobody ever really listens to until finally he came out with, "Trunks Briefs, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live."
"I do."
"And do you, Goten Son, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live."
"I do."
"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, life partners. You may kiss… each other?
They leaned forward into a semi-passionate kiss, saving the real fire for later that night. As the two left the chapel, they both began to ponder the life they would soon have, ranging from fancy dining to wild sex, from a quiet country life to a life in the city with seven adopted children, one with a second nose under their armpit, though the thinker of this thought could not think of why he had thought of the thought he was thinking. They were officially married now and all that was left to do was bond the Saijyn way, which would determine dominancy between the two and open a mental link by which they could communicate telepathically and sense the discomfort of the other. Of course, for two nineteen year olds marriage was quite a mystery, no matter what they thought of it at the moment. With these thoughts pushed back momentarily they headed towards a back room where the banquet was being held and entered their first night of what promised to be a long happy marriage.
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Goten: I'm married, I'm married, I'm married, I'm marr-
Trunks: Goten, shut up. I'm contemplating. If I'm a year older than Goten, why are we both 19?
Kaiser: Because I made you not older than Goten. You are now only ten months older than he is. So, you're birthday is now next month. Okay?
Trunks: Yeah, sure. Oh my god. I agreed with you.
Kaiser: Daaaadaaaadaaaaduuum, daaaadaaaadaaaaduuum.
Goten: Do you think I would have looked better in a wedding dress.
Kaiser: I don't know. I don't care. Close your mouth Goten, your questions frighten me. I am walking away. You will not follow. (walks away casually, trips over a box). That does not ruin the effect of what I just said. Good-day. (Walks away again, careful to avoid the box.)