Title: Field Trip Confessions

Pairings: Goten/Trunks (of course)

Summary: Goten and Trunks marketing class is taking a trip to capsule corp. What

happens when two classmates find out the truth behind Goten and Trunks relationship?

Rating: Um…PG-ish for now. Just cause the Yaoi factor.

Reviews: I would love reviews but I absolutely abhor flames. Advice is nice as well.

Chapter 1

"Trunks, get up…hello, earth to Trunks…Goten toooooo Trunks. Wake up, we're going to be late…"

"..ugh..." Trunks moaned softly. He wanted to kill the voice that was calling him from dream world to reality. "…go away…" he muttered placing his pillow over his eyes to shut out the intruding light. A weight shifted from the bed then straddled him on the hips.

"Merf…murf…mdgd…Nerf…" was heard from under the pillow.

"Trunks, I can't understand you through the pillow."

He picked up the pillow and sourly glared up at Goten, "I said 'get off my nuts.'"

"You did not! Besides…" Goten smiled devilishly, "I'm usually welcome there," Trunks rolled his eyes. "And you need to get up or we'll be late."

"I'm skipping today." He replied laying the pillow back over his tired face.

"No you're not, not today." Goten jumped off of Trunks and scooped him up right out of the bed, covers and all.

"Goooottteeeeennn!" Trunks whined. "I wanna sleeeepppp!"

Goten smirked as he walked over to the bathroom, and set Trunks down in front of the door. "Now go get ready."

"Fine, whatever. But go play with the puppy."

"You didn't name him yet?"

" I can't think of a good name." Trunks began brushing his teeth, "Besides" He gargled, "I vanded dim to hab da beft name bup Gobens already been tapen…"

"Sure." Goten said rasing his brow. "Just brush your teeth, cause I didn't understand a word you said."

Trunks rolled his eyes and spit into the sink.

"Come here puppers!" Goten coaxed out to the dog. The little brown puppy ran around the corner nearly tripping over his ears. "Oh your such a good boy, good boy!" The dog panted as Goten scratched behind his ears and on the tummy. "Lets go see how Trunks is doing, Okay!" Goten put the dog down and walked back to Trunks room, the dog chipperly followed tripping over his ears, big brown eyes wide in excitement. Goten jumped up on Trunks' bed, scooping up the puppy and laying him on his chest. He began to toss him in the air saying "Good puppy, yes you are! Yes you are!"

"Goten! Don't rough house with my baby!" Trunks teased emerging from the bathroom.

"Oh, Don't look puppy!" Goten exclaimed covering the dogs eyes. "Trunks is half naked!"

"Very funny."

"I thought it was."

The puppy wriggled his way out of Goten's hands and scurried over to Trunks.

"Hey baby! How are you!" The puppy wagged his tail delightfully while Trunks scratched behind his ears and then some on his tummy. " How's about I give you a name today. Ill think about it." Trunks put the puppy back in Gotens arms and finished getting dressed.

"Gizmo." Trunks said suddenly.

"What?" Goten questioned.

"I'm going to name the puppy Gizmo." Trunks said laying the sheets nicely across his bed. Lavander, like the rest of his room and bathroom. "You want something to eat?"

"Nah, but I'll take a drink. I already ate."

"Goten turning down food? You'd think I'd have noticed hell freezing over."

"Yeah, yeah, get moving."

"And Bra…please try and not correct Mr. Blanchard to much."

"But Mom! He's completely incompetent." Bra whined putting more drama in her one sentence then in and entire Shakespearean play.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "I know hunny, he's and idiot. But I deal with people like that all day. So humor the stupid."

"Alright." Bra sighed then trudged out the door.

"I hate Mondays." Bulma exhaled frustration clear in her voice. She began cleaning up the mess Bra had left on the counter.

"Me too." Goten agreed crushing his empty soda can.

"Oh Trunks…" Bulma turned addressing her son. "I have to-"

"Tag! You're it!" Goten yelled interrupting Bulma mid-sentence. He slapped Trunks jokingly on the back of the head then bolted like lightning out the door laughing.

"You're such a nerd!" Trunks called out as he jumped up from his chair and ran out behind Goten.

"Trunks….ah crap! Oh well." Bulma said to herself. "Stupid kids."

"Nooo don't tickle…ack! Trunks stop it….wahahahaha!" Goten shrilled.

Trunks had easily caught up to Goten, mind that Goten wasn't trying that hard to get away. So Gotens punishment was being tickled to death mid-air where no one could hear him scream.

"Trunks!" He gasped. "Stop it I'm gonna pee myself!"

Well we wouldn't want that now would we?" Trunks smirked letting his prisoner out of his tickle hold.

"No we wouldn't."

"What time is it?"

"Do I ever wear a watch?"

"Good Point." Trunks ran his fingers through his hair straightening whatever was in disarray.

"Let's just skip school." Goten blurted out.

"No, not today. We have a calculus test."

"Stupid stuff. It's so friggin hard!" He complained kicking into the air as if he were kicking a rock in frustration.

"It was you're idea to come up a grade to be with me."

"It would still be this hard if I hadn't skipped a year." Goten pointed out.

"Yeah, you're probably right. But we're going to be late."

"Yeah let's go." Goten sighed sounding quite irritated with the thought of his upcoming test.

"Goten, you have something on your face."

"Hn? Where?" Goten brushed his hands lightly over his face.

Trunks kissed Gotens cheek then smiled. "Okay, let's go."