"Haven't you had enough?"
The words roused the lavender haired saiyan seated on Goten's couch. The younger man stayed posted to the door he'd just walked through, bag still in hand and overcoat still on. Trunks turned to face him, that arrogant smile plastered to his handsome face.
God, Goten hated that smile. He hated himself even more for letting it take his breath away.
"What do you mean by that chibi?"
Goten's brown eyes narrowed at the nickname, "You don't get to call me that anymore. How did you even get in my apartment?"
Trunks expression faltered a bit, but his voice remained cheerful, "You've very lovely neighbors who let me use their balcony to break in."
Goten shook his head and slipped off his coat, revealing his glitter-sprinkled abdomen and lack of decent clothes. He threw his bag onto one of the chairs not occupied by his obnoxious ex.
"You still haven't answered my question, Goten."
"You know damn well what I mean. Why the hell are you here? Not even a phone call and you show up after two years?" Coffee. Fuck, he needed coffee. What time was it?
3:00 am, the microwave answered. Goten shook his head. He was so fucking tired; he didn't want to deal with this shit right now. He wanted to shower all the grim and glitter of the strip club from him, throw himself into bed, and sleep until his afternoon class. His nightly schedule hadn't anticipated a visit from his once lover and childhood friend.
Trunks had followed him into the kitchen, leaning on his elbows on the kitchen counter. He'd sleeked his hair back, dressed in a 'casual' Armani suit. A golden Rolex glistened from his wrist. He was every part the business man he'd swore he'd never become.
The coffee machine gurgled to life. It filled the room with the intoxicating smell of the liquid inside.
"I need your help." Trunks said, simple and unguarded.
"Help?" Goten snorted. He kept his eyes on the coffee maker as the pitcher filled with the dark liqiud. He couldn't risk looking at Trunks. Couldn't resist looking into those restless dark blue eyes and get sucked in. "Name a reason why I should help you?"
"You'll earn enough to stop turning tricks in the men's room at The Red Dragon."
His mouth opened and shut like a fish gapping for air. How did Trunks know about his less than decent side job? Sure, being a stripper was one thing. But that was a 'look don't touch' policy. His prostitution wasn't the norm.
He chewed his bottom lip as his cheeks heated, "You're a frigid business man."
"I have a heart Goten," his tone was acid, "Just not when it comes to you."
"What do you want?" He spat back. He'd already been humiliated enough tonight and all throughout their entire relationship. Whatever this offer was, Goten would refuse it. Sucking off men through holes in bathroom stalls held more dignity than being under Trunks Briefs' thumb.
The man pulled out a small velvet box from his breast pocket and pushed it across the kitchen island. Goten's eyes narrowed.
"Open it."
Goten did. A nine carat diamond stared back at him. It was 20x the amount of anything he'd ever owned. Engraved on the inside were the words: "To a heart twice broken, love is both a poison and an aphrodisiac."
"I want you to marry me."
2 years since Trunks packed up and left him alone. 2 years with no calling, no texting. 2 years of seeing Trunks frolic about on TV with all sorts of European models and actors.
And now this?
All the color drained from his face, all the air escaped from his lungs in a shamelessly feminine gasp. A medley of emotions ran through his eyes. But only one word escaped his lips:
"Yes."