Hi there! This is the first TrunksXGoten story I publish so I hope you enjoy! This first chapter is more like an introduction of what will come next, nevertheless I really hope you have fun reading it.

By the way, I own nothing, neither the characters nor DBZ story. So sad...

The Black Suit

Chapter One

The Turquoise Dress

He came by the corner wearing that black suit, his favorite one. His long straight hair falling gently on his forehead; the black tie and shirt making more evident the brightness of the lavender color it had. Looking into the great hall he found his friends staring at him, clapping, smiling.

He walked through the hall searching for his mother. Trunks approached her; she had an elegant hair style and was wearing a turquoise dress.

"Where is…?" he began, but his mother interrupted, looking up to the golden staircase where someone was coming down.

It was a wedding, his wedding, and his beloved one was coming down the stairs. Everybody was laughing, having fun, drinking champagne; even Piccolo was wearing a suit! And that was something. Still, everybody turned silent as Trunks' beloved one came down stairs. Bra came close and gave Trunks a small white rose, which he placed on his jacket's left side, making a delightful contrast against its black color.

Trunks was anxious, sweating, smiling; he looked up to the staircase and then… and then…

And then Goten came downstairs, wearing a pure-white suit with a black tie and a white shirt. He gave everybody that registered smile that his father invented as he reached the bottom of the staircase. Trunks got closer, Chichi was crying of happiness, Gohan was hugging his wife, Piccolo drank champagne with Vegeta, Goku was holding his granddaughter, Krilin and Eighteen were clapping and, to be honest, everything was just too damn perfect for them to get close, so close their noses met, and their lips followed…

And then a very sweaty and confused Trunks woke up. He looked around in confusion as he placed one of his hands on his forehead. It was a dream.

"I should have known…" he whispered, thinking about Piccolo wearing a suit. "It was a dream" he whispered again, trying hard to remember the details. He closed his eyes, trying to freeze the images inside his head. It was a wedding, his wedding, everybody was happy, someone came downstairs, it was Goten, and then… Oh God…

"I was marrying Goten…" that was unexpected.

The thought made him uncomfortable for a moment. Goten was his best friend, why would he dream about marrying him? That was ridiculous! He didn't have that sort of feelings for him. Of course not!

"Trunks! Come down to breakfast!" he heard his mother yelling.

"Coming!" he answered. Well, it was just a stupid dream after all. He shouldn't eat three bags of popcorn before going to bed from now on.

He sat at the table where his father was already eating. His mother gave him a waffles tower and a glass of milk. Trunks had nearly forgotten the dream by now.

"I swear Vegeta, you have never been this nice before. Are you sure you are ok?" asked Bulma to her so-called-husband, giggling.

"If you don't like it, throw it away" the idea of giving her a present on Valentine's Day wasn't his, the idiot of Kakarot forced him into it.

"Don't be ridiculous, of course I like it!"

"What are you talking about? Did you give her a present dad?"

Vegeta blushed and looked away. He was about to say 'it is not of your damn business' when Bulma stood up and grabbed a gift box with a big red ribbon on it. She opened it to reveal a beautiful dress that matched with Bulma's hair. It was turquoise dress.

Bra began giggling as little girls do when dads give presents to moms.

"It is pretty daddy!" the little girl said.

"Yeah whatever" growled Vegeta and returned to his breakfast.

"It is!" exclaimed Bulma "isn't it beautiful Trunks?"

Trunks was already mind absent. A flashback came to his mind as he remembered his latest dream. He turned as white as a ghost. It seemed like the same dress his mother was wearing in his dream, but it couldn't be! No, it was impossible…

"Trunks!" Bulma raised her voice "Don't you think it is a gorgeous dress?" it wasn't a question actually.

"What? Oh yes, yes of course! It's… lovely… ehm… hey mom, and when do you plan to wear it?"

"Well I don't know, I'll figure out something" answered Bulma, smiling as she closed the box "I really liked it, Vegeta" she got close to her husband, leaning down to gently kiss him on the lips. Vegeta didn't refuse; Bra began giggling again and Trunks decided it was better for his sanity's sake to look away.

Just how crazy was all that! Trunks went upstairs again to change clothes and pick up his backpack. It was time for going to school; too bad that Valentine's Day wasn't an excuse to be absent.

Half hour later, he found Goten at the school entry, talking to a red haired girl.

'Another one?' he thought 'I wonder if he would stop changing girlfriends as he changes socks one of these days'

"Yeah, I'm really into sports you know…" was saying Goten to the girl when he noticed Trunks approaching "Hey Trunks! How are you?"

For a second Trunks wasn't sure of what to say. The memory of the dream suddenly came to him as he was staring at Goten, but he finally pushed it away as a blush came to his cheeks. Trunks looked away from Goten, and he heard his friend apologize to the girl, whatever her name was, and before he could realize a strong hand was placed on his forehead.

"Trunks you are all red, do you have a fever or something?" Oh wonderful, now the redness of his face turned even worst.

"No, I'm fine, really" Trunks exclaimed, moving away from Goten "aren't we late for class?"

"As usual" answered Goten, still unsure of his friend's state. "If you are sure you are ok, we better get moving"

"Yes, I'm fine" he said, regaining control of himself "what's your first class?"

"Who knows?"

"There is no remedy for you. You are definitely different from Gohan"

Goten laughed. Trunks came back to reality after that, and they parted; since he was a year older than Goten, their classes were always different.

"Hi Trunks" said a black haired girl to him as he sat down at his desk.

"Oh hi, Helena" he said, not paying her much attention. She went on saying things Trunks didn't really listened, until she raised her voice, trying to catch his attention.

"You know, I've been thinking, if you are free, perhaps… you know… you could come with me to the ball"

"What ball?" asked Trunks, searching for his books into his backpack.

"The Valentine's ball, the one we're having this Friday at school!"

"Will there be a ball?" Trunks sighed 'so that's why Goten has been talking to so many girls lately… and also why they've been bothering me too!' he thought 'not that they never do it…'

"So? Oh don't tell me you already have a date!"

"What? No." Trunks made an effort. If it was on him, he wouldn't even go to the stupid ball, but Goten would probably force him into it. Anticipating Goten's pleas, he resolved that going with Helena would be his best choice. She was the smartest girl he knew anyway. "Well…" he sighed "it's ok, I guess… I'm taking you to the freaking ball…"

"Really? Oh thank you!" Helena began giggling, as she took her sit next to Trunks. He could have sworn he heard the cracking of other girls' hearts. 'I mean, it's not my fault to be so attractive!' he thought and laughed to himself. "Hey Trunks" began Helena again "happy Valentine's Day!"

She gave Trunks a small, heart-shaped box. He grabbed it, knowing it was the first from hundreds that day. Goten and he always received such things on almost any holiday.

"I made those chocolates myself!" pointed out Helena, proudly.

"Thank you" said Trunks, placing the box inside his backpack.

"Ok people, let's begin" said the math teacher, entering the classroom. As the class started, Trunks pondered about the dream he had last night. 'To think of me marrying Goten… yeah right! As if he liked me… I mean, the fact that I'm bi doesn't mean I have to like my best friend! Besides, I don't think he is bi so there's no point thinking on this… I don't even know why I'm thinking about it damnit!'

"Mr. Briefs! Are you going to answer the question?" asked the teacher, bringing Trunks back to reality.

"I… I'm sorry, what was the question again?" the teacher was not happy at all.

Ten minutes later Goten came by the hallway and found Trunks standing by his classroom door; he was holding two buckets full of water, one on each hand.

"Trunks, why are you holding those things?"

"I got punished for daydreaming" he answered, looking at the ceiling.

"Really? That doesn't sound like you, are you sure you're ok?"

"Don't worry, I'm just distracted. I had a weird dream last night and can't take it off my head" he sighed.

"Well, what was it about?" Trunks blushed.

"Hey Goten… aren't you supposed to be at class?" he changed subjects. Hopefully, Goten would bite the bait.

"The teacher is sick and didn't come today; I'm free until eleven o'clock."

"Good for you" he answered, relieved that Goten forgot the issue of the dream.

"Hey, are you going to the party?"

"Yes, I told Helena I was coming to the ball with her" Trunks tone of voice seemed a little bit annoyed by now.

"I didn't mean the ball, I meant Mr. Satan's birthday party!" exclaimed Goten enthusiastically.

"Is he having a party? If the media will be there, I'm probably not going."

"No, he said it would be a private party, the one for the media would be the night before. Our party will be on Sunday"

Trunks sighed in disappointment. 'First the ball and now this?'

"If my mother decides we are going, I'll probably attend that one too"

"Wonderful!"

Goten smiled. Trunks felt a sudden rush of blood coming up to his face; just to see him smiling… He had seen that smile many times before, why was he feeling that all of a sudden? Was it because of the dream, or perhaps… perhaps he had felt it before, but never paid enough attention to it? Either way, he was feeling something, and he wasn't happy about it.

"Well Mr. Briefs, you can come in now" Trunks' teacher said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that fell between the two friends. "Mr. Son, you should know better than anyone that you cannot speak to your partners when they are punished, you've been in that position yourself"

"Sorry sir, I was just passing by. I'll see you later Trunks!" and with that he left. Trunks left the buckets and entered his classroom again, but not before staring at Goten disappearing on the hallway. He knew he had to make an effort to forget that stupid dream, or else he would be very uncomfortable around Goten from that moment on. He sat again in his desk, still thinking about Goten.

"Mr. Briefs, could you stop daydreaming and start to pay attention?" began again the teacher a couple of minutes after Trunks came in.

Trunks sighed for the tenth time or more that day, stood up and went outside the classroom to pick up the buckets. The math teacher and the rest of the class stared at him in disbelief: nobody had asked him to go outside to pick up the buckets again. 'I might send him to see the nurse' the teacher thought.

Many hours and a visit to the nurse later, Trunks finally managed to get home. As he closed the door, her mother rushed into him.

"Oh my dear, are you alright?" asked Bulma "they called from school; they said you've been very distracted today! And I recall you were distracted this morning… Tell me, is it because of a girl?"

That was it. He was sick of girls coming around! He actually had with him a large bag with hundreds of handmade Valentine's presents.

"NO!" he cried out "it's not a girl I'm sick of girls! They are so annoying!"

Bulma sighed. She tried to take it easy on him for she knew how much his son hated to be stalked by girls.

"Ok, take it easy. Let's get something to eat. Oh, by the way, Mr. Satan invited us to a party!" she tried to change the subject. Unfortunately, that topic wasn't nice for him either. "It will be on his mansion's great hall! That should be lovely! It has the most beautiful golden staircases I've ever seen. It would be an elegant party, so I will wear my new dress! It would be perfect!"

"Go… golden staircases?" he asked, holding his breath.

"Oh yes! The whole hall looks like a castle's one. It would be a wonderful party!"

Trunks stood still for some seconds. His dream came back in flashbacks. 'No' he thought 'I'm driving myself mad, of course that won't happen. I mean, is Mr. Satan's birthday, not a wedding! So, if Piccolo is not wearing a suit, there's nothing to worry about; and I have no intentions to kiss Goten whatsoever. It's just a coincidence. Just a coincidence…'

"And I talked to Chichi today; she says Gohan will invite Piccolo to the party, but she said she would not have him around if Piccolo does not agree to wear a smoking suit like he did on Gohan's wedding. Can you imagine that! That's so typical of Chichi! Your father and Goku are angry because they would have to wear suits themselves…"

Oh God.

Well, there you had it. If you liked it leave a review! And if you didn't do it anyway! Next chapter will come as soon as possible, with a troubled Trunks at a freaking ball! Thanks for reading!