A/N: Hello ppls. This is my first story on so I hope you guys enjoy. All types of criticism are welcome even flames. I laugh at those all the time.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or anything related to it. I don't even own any DBZ action figures :(

WARNINGS: yaoi (boyxboy), maybe even a little yuri if I feel like it, lots of swearing and a little blood will be spilt. Dark themes are scattered throughout the story but none of them are that heavy.

His eyes opened to the expansive and lavish bedroom. Peaks of sunlight flowed through the open cracks of the window curtain creating bright red stripes on the otherwise burgundy bed covers. He let out a sigh knowing he had to get up soon. His mother would most likely burst open his bedroom door demanding that he get dressed for breakfast. Better her than his father. The only reason he would come into his room would be to tell him to put on his training gi so he could be used as a personal punching bag.

With his head still resting on his white silk pillows he turned to his left to see a mass of messy black hair and drool coming out of semi-pursed lips. He withdrew his hand from under the sheets and inched closer to his bed companion. His fingers lightly touched the tip of his nose before pinching both nostrils shut. With a snort and a slap of his hand his bedmate released the unwanted pressure from his nose and turned to face the opposite direction away from the intruding digits.

With a chuckle the lavender haired prince sat up and stretched his adolescent muscles. Climbing towards the end of his king size bed his toes touched the plush white carpet. Still a bit drowsy he moved slowly and dragged his feet across. Little white carpet hairs stuck between his toes like dandruff, but he didn't care. After a minute of catching carpet splinters and five minutes of staring at his bathroom door wondering why it wouldn't open for him he turned the knob and stepped inside.

Hearing the shower run roused the black haired beauty from his sleep. Wiping his drool with his borrowed striped pajama sleeve he turned to look at the alarm clock on the night stand. 10:30. That wasn't so bad. AM. Oh shit. Jumping from the bed as fast as he could he ran inside the bathroom. "Trunks? Trunks?!" He yelled to the undulating shower curtains. A head poked from the corner; shampoo dripped over Trunk's left eye making him yell in pain as the soap stung his eye.

"What is it Goten? You see I'm taking a shower don't you?" Trunks angry tone didn't seem to have any affect on the youngest Son, he looked frightened enough as it was.

" I was supposed to go home last night. Why did you let me fall asleep?" Goten didn't let Trunks answer before he went off on a rant. " Oh my God! She's gonna kill me! I'm gonna die! NOT THE FRYING PAN OF DOOM!!!" Trunks stepped out of the shower after wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbed his best friend's hands before they could rip away his ebony locks.

"Calm down Goten! CHIBI!!!" Goten stopped shaking his head back and forth after hearing his childhood nickname. " Just relax. I'm sure we can come up with some sort of excuse."

"Like what?" His expression calmed down a little bit knowing his friend had a possible solution.

" Um..we could just say that we were sparring and I hit you really hard and you got a concussion and had to stay here to rest." The twelve year old gave himself a mental applause for his spark of brilliance. Being the son of a genius had its benefits.

" What's a concussion?"asked Goten. The blank look on his face verified his confusion. Trunks sighed and walked passed his friend to look for some clothes. Along the way he muttered something along the lines of 'look it up in the dictionary'. Goten shrugged it off. He'll ask Gohan later.

A half an hour later the two demi saiyans flew downstairs where they could smell any and all kinds of breakfast items known to man. Arriving in the kitchen they saw Vegeta getting up from the table; dozens of bowls and plates littered on the table. Bulma was busy preparing something on the stove. Vegeta looked at the two and grunted, his way of saying 'Good morning brats', before he headed out the back door to the gravity room, a.k.a his very best friend. Before he crossed the barrier between the kitchen and the outside world he offered the blue haired scientist a little constructive criticism on her cooking.

" Woman, a word of advice." Bulma turned to look at the spiky haired male. "Your food is fucking atrocious. Leave the cooking to those monotonous scraps of metal you have running around here. If I didn't have a stomach of steel I would've keeled over and passed out in my own vomit. Be grateful that I didn't decide to stay with you for your lack of culinary expertise." He barely managed to dodge the coffee mug that shattered on the ki proof door. Rivets of piping hot brown liquid made little beige lines on the door and gathered in small pools on the floor. The mechanical genius huffed out her fustration and went back to burning a scrambled egg for the third time.

Meanwhile, the two chibis in the background had two very distinct viewpoints on what they were seeing. Stifling a yawn the youngest of the two seemed indifferent about the situation. He heard his parents yell all the time..... well, his mom anyways. The older one turned a light shade of green when he realized it was his mother doing the cooking. As much as he loved his mom he did not want to go through the routine of stomach pumps, extra strength advil and becoming bed ridden for another day. He was about to pull Goten into the other room when his idiotic friend opened his big mouth.

"Good morning Bulma." Bulma turned away from her fourth attempt at making a simple cheese omelette to look at an exact replica of one of her oldest friends.

"Good morning Goten. What are you doing here so early? I thought you weren't coming by until later tonight with your parents." She didn't notice the trail of smoke behind her.

"Well funny thing. I never left."Bulma raised an eyebrow in confusion.

" I thought your mom wanted you home last night."

"Hehe well... she did. I guess I just sorta forgot?"Automatically, in traditional Son pose, his hand went behind his head to scratch and imaginary itch, and he let out a good hearted laugh. It seemed his laugh was contagious because Bulma started chuckling as well.

" Typical. You truly are Goku's son. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of your mom for you."

"Gee thanks a lot Bulma. Oh and if she asks why I stayed here just tell her that me and Trunks were sparring and I got a combustion."

"CONCUSSION!" Trunks butted in for the first time. " Look we would love to stay here and chat but Goten has to get going before his mom blows a vein and dies."

"Oh well ok. Why don't you boys have some breakfast before you leave? I've been cooking all morning."

"Trying to cook." Trunks mumbled under his breath. "No thanks mom we're not that hungry."

"Are you kidding Trunks? I'm star–" Goten was cut off by a hand over his mouth.

"Nope we really have to go!" With his hand still over his mouth Trunks half dragged half carried Goten to the front entrance. Trunks poked his head back into the kitchen. "Oh and by the way mom, the stove is on fire."

"WHAT?!?!" Bulma turned around and grabbed one of the many oven mitts and started to slap the flames down to ashes.

Trunks and Goten walked outside in the hot and humid summer air. Goten turned to Trunks slightly annoyed and being pulled away so suddenly. " What was that for? I really was hungry."

"Trust me. As starving as you may be you do not want that." Trunks looked up to see the annoyed look on Goten's face and without hesitation seized Goten's hand and flew a few feet into the air. Turning around to look into deep pools of chocolate brown Trunks put on his sincerest smile; a smile only reserved for the one he deemed 'chibi'. "Let's get you home" With a returning smile and a nod of agreement the two half saiyans disappeared into little black dots in the sky.

A/N: What do you guys think so far? I'm planning on making this atleast five chapters long. R&R