Hi, so this isn't the sequel many of you were after, I'm soooorrrryyyy, I'm hanging on to be inspired for that I don't want to write something which isn't very good, and I hope you can understand. I promise to do it though, soon enough.
What it is instead is a new story, the plot for which was suggested to me by a user who has trusted me very kindly to write her idea in my style, which is a high honour! It won't be romantic, as this wasn't her vision for the story, but it will involve Trunks and Goten, and I hope to do it justice.

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Walking to meet Trunks at the bar, Goten was a strange mix between resentful and optimistic. This was the first time in several months his so-called best friend had bothered to cement plans with him, and if Goten was truly honest with himself, he was still only half sure that Trunks would actually show up. Still, he thought, this was further towards hanging out than they'd been in several months… 'Although that shouldn't be classed as an achievement' he said drily to no one in particular.
His best, or at least oldest, friend had become increasingly… Goten searched his mind for the least offensive term, self-involved? Yeah, that's the nicest way to put it. Since he graduated university he was not yet in charge of the world's largest corporation, but he was heir to it, and as of his eighteenth birthday, he had access to funds similar to if he was. He was also highly intelligent, successful with women and (though Goted hated to admit it) cool as fuck.

Goten on the other hand came from a much more modest background, and although handsome himself, had much less success to boast of, and although he did his best not to be jealous of his friend, damn it was hard, especially when Goten seemed to be taking a backseat on Trunks' list of priorities. Trunks seemed to storm through girlfriends (if you could go as far as to call them that) and swerve them as quickly as they came, Goten took his dating slower, he liked to hook up, but he was really looking for something with more staying power, it's hard to meet people when you're going out less though, he concluded… he supposed that was his lookout though, not Trunks'. Goten had graduated from a less prestigious university, but he had not done badly, and he'd recently managed to secure his first job since graduation in game development; he was super excited, as well as scared, and kind of lonely, but of course Trunks wouldn't know any of that… he hadn't asked.

He seated himself on arrival, obviously Trunks wasn't here yet, Goten knew better than to be early or even on time when it came to Trunks but of course even getting here late his purple-haired friend always had to be later, Goten ordered a couple of drinks. He figured Trunks could have the other if he showed up soon, he also figured he'd most likely be drinking them both himself.

After a forty-five minute wait and an internal struggle about whether to just get up and leave, Trunks swanned through the door, Goten folded his arms and did his best not to growl, coming was a mistake he concluded, as Trunks swung himself into the booth with a grin.

'Goten! Buddy! How the fuck is it?'

'Erm, great yeah, only I've been here 45 minutes, I got here late, and what you are right now isn't even late any more it's just fucking rude'

'Awh man don't be like that I got held up, let me get you a drink'

Trunks waved a couple of fifties at the guy behind the bar who came running to take an order and then back with the drinks, Goten ignored this.

'Busy doing what exactly?'

'Erm, Katie, and then I think Annie?' I dunno' He grinned and winked.

Goten shook his head, anger bubbling inside him, gripping the table it was a while before he noticed the wood splintering.

'Are you never fucking sated? Is there something wrong with you? I haven't seen you in months. You could have text me, I could have come later, you are so fucking-'

Trunks started making to prise his seething friend's hand off the table.

'Goten, I'm sorry, you're right, it was selfish and this is our catch-up day and honestly I am truly sorry, please, drink up, your night's on me.'

Goten took a deep breath and attempted to let go, 'One night,' he thought, 'then I'm done'. He smiled grimly at the other, 'You bet it fucking is'.

After around shot number four, Goten decided maybe this wasn't too horrendous, and that was despite the fact that he was only just about tipsy; sometimes that Saiyan physiology could be a curse. As they drank they talked, well, mostly Trunks talked, and then was completely surprised at whatever information Goten managed to squeeze in about himself.

'So you have a job now?' He asked, surprised. 'Man I always thought you'd put your skills to use at Capsule Corp.'

Goten looked sidelong at him, 'Well I wouldn't have ruled it out, but you have to ask me to do that, otherwise I have to find a job, you see how that works?'

Trunks should his head, as if trying to clear it 'No yeah, absolutely, congratulations.'

'We're completely different people now,' Goten thought, not without sadness, 'I feel like I don't even know him' Goten sighed, 'Toilet' he explained as he excused himself.

Standing in the bathroom, where most great thinking is done, 'Maybe I'm being harsh,' he thought to himself, 'he's probably under a hell of a lot of pressure, maybe I'd be the same, and at least he's here talking to me'. Resolving to try harder to understand, Goten returned to the table, only to find Trunks surrounded by 3 girls; he found himself unable to shake the feeling Trunks had been waiting for an opportunity to smuggle them in, his resolve melted as quickly as it had come 'Here we fucking go,' He muttered.

'Goten! You're back, listen these are my friends-' One of the girls giggled, Goten rolled his eyes '-This is Kayleigh, Stephanie, and Victoria.'

Victoria, Goten noted, was sitting a little further away than the other two, although whether this was through dignity and disinterest or just because she recognised she wasn't first choice, Goten couldn't tell. By the time Goten looked from Victoria back to Trunks he seemed to be simultaneously making out with the other two, and Goten realised he'd already forgotten their names.

'Eurgh, gross.' Goten made no effort to sit back down and made to reach for his jacket, the third girl grabbed his arm.

'Please for the love of anything do not leave me to sit and watch that on my own.'

Goten looked at her small hand on his wrist, her nails were painted a deep red.

'Listen, I'm not rich and I'm not interested and most of all I don't want to look at that, so I'll be leaving'

'Woah no, I'm not trying to make a move, and what does being rich have to do with anything? I just don't want to be left on my own, the one on the left is my ride home, please just be my friend for like an hour and then you can storm off, please?'

Goten looked into her pretty face and sighed, 'An hour,' he warns her, 'Then I'm gone. I should have left long before you arrived.'

They talked for some time, and Goten decided quietly that she seemed nice, unlikely to behave in the same manner as he friends, and entirely in the wrong place. She asked him questions about himself, how long he'd known Trunks, if he was always like this, and Goten answered as best he could without being as awful about Trunks as he truly felt like being. Half an hour had passed when Goten looked up, amazingly Trunks was still making out with one girl while ignoring the other, Goten felt anger rising in his chest, 'I'm sorry,' He told his new friend, 'If I stay here it's like I'm justifying how he's acting, and I really want him to know I'm not cool with it.'

'Oh no come on, she's my ride home, you're literally the only thing that's made this night bearable.'

Goten couldn't help a small smile.

'That's very kind, listen I'll walk you, whatever, but I'm leaving.'

Victoria smirked, 'Nailed it.' She thought. Trunks surfaced, as they both got up to leave.

'Hey Goten, score!' He said suggestively, winking.

'You know what Trunks,' He said with rage, no longer able to contain it, 'From what I hear, a post-apocalyptic world does you good'

And with that he threw money down and swept out.