Author's Note: Okay, my first attempt at a yaoi, please, be kind...
Disclaimer: DBZ's not mine, and since this is a get-together... *sniff* Trunks-chan isn't either... *sob*
Autumn Days
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 1
"OW! Damn it, Trunks!"
Trunks laughed gaily at his best friend's predicament; namely, that he was now headfirst on the pile of leaves the two of them had been raking. Trunks continued to snicker as the youngest Son pulled himself up and brushed the leaves out of his hair.
"That wasn't funny, Trunks," he pouted.
Trunks was silent. "You're right..." he said, "...It was goddamn hilarious!" and broke out again in another fit of hysterical laughter.
Goten glared at him. He was nineteen now, but had never quite grown out of his childish ways. His grim look faded as he noticed what a stunning picture the lilac color of Trunks' hair and the bronze of his skin made against the brown, red, and gold of the autumn foliage. The blue eyes fairly twinkled with mirth and exuberance.
The ebony haired youth must have been staring for quite a while, because once the laughter had died in Trunks' throat, he felt his friend's gaze upon him. "What?"
Goten blinked. "Huh?"
"You were looking at me funny."
"Oh... I was just thinking."
The older boy snorted. "You? Think?"
Goten bopped him on the head. "Shut up!"
Trunks grinned and went back to raking. The two chattered away eagerly, telling each other of the adventures they'd had away at college. They were both home for the holidays, and for this, Goten was glad. He hadn't been able to spend any real time with Trunks since they were children, at least, not in the way that he longed for. Even now, he wasn't sure what exactly it was he wanted, except to be with his best friend as long as he could. He was glad that his mother had asked him to rake the leaves in the clearing behind his house; he'd finally had an excuse to have Trunks over.
About an hour later, the two collapsed on top of their leaf pile, chests heaving, cheeks rosy from the "exercise." Goten wasn't sure about Trunks, but he himself had had little time for training. College was so much more work that he'd expected, and he wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in his family. But the two of them had big smiles on their faces, their breaths coming out in puffs as they stared up at the sky, which was darkening now with the coming twilight.
As their breathing slowed and the air around them seemed to grow still, Goten suddenly realized how out of touch he'd been with himself for the past year. He'd been wanting something, NEEDING something since he'd left. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch... or a hole he couldn't fill. A hole... where his best friend should have been. The two demi-Saiyajins didn't end up going to the same university, as their mothers had different ideas for their sons' careers, so that with all the work and parties, they hadn't even remembered to call each other.
Goten bolted up straight as this last fact settled his mind. "Trunks..." he said slowly, "When was the last time, before yesterday, that we talked?"
Trunks, having been startled by his friend's sudden movement, was rather taken aback by the question. "Oh, it was only--" he paused. "Gosh... I didn't even realize... It's been more than a year, hasn't it?"
Goten nodded slowly. "You know what else we haven't done for a long time?"
Trunks sat up, his curiosity getting the better of him. "What's that?"
A smile spread across Goten's face. "NOOGIES!" With that, he pounced, grabbing his friend around the neck with his arm, and proceeded to administer him the cruelest noogie in the history of the world, while Trunks flailed and laughed beneath him, pleading for him to stop.
Gradually, he did, and watched his friend's laughter die down. 'Kami... he's so... so perfect...'
He must have spaced out, because the next thing he knew, a hand was being waved in front of his face. "--ten... --oten... GOTEN!"
He snapped out of his reverie. "Huh? Wha?"
Trunks arched an eyebrow. "Dude, what happened? Your mind must've taken a trip to Namek."
Goten visibly blushed. "Gomen."
"What's with you today, Goten?" Trunks asked, concerned. "That's the second time you've done that, only thins time it took me a little longer to get your attention." He suddenly grinned. "You're thinking about food, aren't you?"
"What? No!" The blush vanished. "C'mon, Trunks, give me a LITTLE credit."
"Oh?" Trunks replied smugly. "Then what?"
"Uh... nothing."
"Bullshit, nothing. C'mon, tell me."
"Uh--"
The purple-haired bishounen's grin widened. "A person, perhaps...?"
The blush returned with a vengeance. "Wh-what? N-no, that's s-silly..." Goten stuttered.
"A girl? Hmm?"
"No," Goten replied honestly. It was the truth, after all. He HADN'T been thinking of a girl; he'd been thinking of his best friend. But not in the way he should have been thinking...
"Who, then?" Trunks persisted.
Goten sighed. "I-- can't tell you."
"Why not?" Trunks said in a mock-hurt voice. "Don't you trust me?"
"Well, no, not really," Goten cracked, smiling.
"Shut up, Chibi."
Goten's smile didn't fade when he heard the nickname. Trunks had given it to him long ago, and he always thought it was cute. His eyelids drooped as he went back...
*~FLASHBACK~*
"Trunks! Trunks, where are you?" a five-year-old Goten called. They were playing hide-and-seek, one of his favorite games, at his house for once, but this time, Trunks had really outdone himself as far as finding a good hiding place went.
"Trunks?" He toddled over to check under the sofa, followed by behind the tv, under the dining room table, and in the closet.
*growl*
The boy jerked. "What was that?"
*growwwl*
"Oh!" The trademark Son grin appeared on his face. "I'm hungry!" Promptly, he headed towards the kitchen. He skipped to the fridge, got out one of the sandwiches his mother had left for him, unwrapped it, and began to eat. He started to close the door, but then decided against it and got out another sandwich.
Holding the two sandwiches, one in each hand, he used his hip to close the refrigerator door. "Tunkth," he called with a mouth full of food. "Oo wan a thanwith?"
"Do I want a what?" Trunks ran into the kitchen.
"Thooled oo!" Goten gave a chase. Trunks, screaming and laughing wildly, made a mad dash for home base; namely, the dining room table he'd checked under earlier. The dark-haired boy shifted his sandwich to the other hand so he could get a grip on Trunks. Just as Goten's chubby fingers were about to close over his best friend's gi--
"Ha-ha, I win!" Trunks did a little victory dance as Goten stopped short. He pouted and swallowed the bite he'd take from his sandwich. "No fair!"
"Nuh-uh, you were gonna tempt me with food, and then tag me!" Trunks shot back, still with good humor. "Now, that's unfair." He swiped the other sandwich Goten had been holding. "I'll take that."
"Hey!"
"What? You offered." The lilac-haired boy took a good-sized bite of it. "Mmm... Good stuff."
Goten continued to pout. "You must have cheated somehow."
"Nope," Trunks replied haughtily, swallowing. "You're just a chibi."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
Goten stuck out his tongue, and Trunks stuck out his back. "Chibi."
"Well... if I'm a chibi, then you're a chibi, too!" Goten taunted.
"Nuh-uh, 'cause I'm older than you."
"Hmph." They both sat and ate their sandwiches, poking fun at one another for the rest of the day.
*~END FLASHBACK~*
"GOTEN!"
"AHHHH! What?"
The 20-year-old Trunks frowned. "You did it again."
"Uh..." Goten looked puzzled. "Did what again?"
"You spaced out!"
"Huh?" Then it came back to him. "Oh... oh yeah."
"Come on, Goten, tell me what's up," Trunks persisted.
"Well..." Goten hesitated, the blush on his face remaining. "The only way I can tell you is to show you."
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Okay... So, what have you been thinking about?"
Goten took a breath. "This." He quickly covered Trunks' lips with his own.
******
BWAHAHA! Sorry to leave you hanging... NOT. Hehe... REVIEW, and I might write more! ^.~
Disclaimer: DBZ's not mine, and since this is a get-together... *sniff* Trunks-chan isn't either... *sob*
Autumn Days
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 1
"OW! Damn it, Trunks!"
Trunks laughed gaily at his best friend's predicament; namely, that he was now headfirst on the pile of leaves the two of them had been raking. Trunks continued to snicker as the youngest Son pulled himself up and brushed the leaves out of his hair.
"That wasn't funny, Trunks," he pouted.
Trunks was silent. "You're right..." he said, "...It was goddamn hilarious!" and broke out again in another fit of hysterical laughter.
Goten glared at him. He was nineteen now, but had never quite grown out of his childish ways. His grim look faded as he noticed what a stunning picture the lilac color of Trunks' hair and the bronze of his skin made against the brown, red, and gold of the autumn foliage. The blue eyes fairly twinkled with mirth and exuberance.
The ebony haired youth must have been staring for quite a while, because once the laughter had died in Trunks' throat, he felt his friend's gaze upon him. "What?"
Goten blinked. "Huh?"
"You were looking at me funny."
"Oh... I was just thinking."
The older boy snorted. "You? Think?"
Goten bopped him on the head. "Shut up!"
Trunks grinned and went back to raking. The two chattered away eagerly, telling each other of the adventures they'd had away at college. They were both home for the holidays, and for this, Goten was glad. He hadn't been able to spend any real time with Trunks since they were children, at least, not in the way that he longed for. Even now, he wasn't sure what exactly it was he wanted, except to be with his best friend as long as he could. He was glad that his mother had asked him to rake the leaves in the clearing behind his house; he'd finally had an excuse to have Trunks over.
About an hour later, the two collapsed on top of their leaf pile, chests heaving, cheeks rosy from the "exercise." Goten wasn't sure about Trunks, but he himself had had little time for training. College was so much more work that he'd expected, and he wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in his family. But the two of them had big smiles on their faces, their breaths coming out in puffs as they stared up at the sky, which was darkening now with the coming twilight.
As their breathing slowed and the air around them seemed to grow still, Goten suddenly realized how out of touch he'd been with himself for the past year. He'd been wanting something, NEEDING something since he'd left. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch... or a hole he couldn't fill. A hole... where his best friend should have been. The two demi-Saiyajins didn't end up going to the same university, as their mothers had different ideas for their sons' careers, so that with all the work and parties, they hadn't even remembered to call each other.
Goten bolted up straight as this last fact settled his mind. "Trunks..." he said slowly, "When was the last time, before yesterday, that we talked?"
Trunks, having been startled by his friend's sudden movement, was rather taken aback by the question. "Oh, it was only--" he paused. "Gosh... I didn't even realize... It's been more than a year, hasn't it?"
Goten nodded slowly. "You know what else we haven't done for a long time?"
Trunks sat up, his curiosity getting the better of him. "What's that?"
A smile spread across Goten's face. "NOOGIES!" With that, he pounced, grabbing his friend around the neck with his arm, and proceeded to administer him the cruelest noogie in the history of the world, while Trunks flailed and laughed beneath him, pleading for him to stop.
Gradually, he did, and watched his friend's laughter die down. 'Kami... he's so... so perfect...'
He must have spaced out, because the next thing he knew, a hand was being waved in front of his face. "--ten... --oten... GOTEN!"
He snapped out of his reverie. "Huh? Wha?"
Trunks arched an eyebrow. "Dude, what happened? Your mind must've taken a trip to Namek."
Goten visibly blushed. "Gomen."
"What's with you today, Goten?" Trunks asked, concerned. "That's the second time you've done that, only thins time it took me a little longer to get your attention." He suddenly grinned. "You're thinking about food, aren't you?"
"What? No!" The blush vanished. "C'mon, Trunks, give me a LITTLE credit."
"Oh?" Trunks replied smugly. "Then what?"
"Uh... nothing."
"Bullshit, nothing. C'mon, tell me."
"Uh--"
The purple-haired bishounen's grin widened. "A person, perhaps...?"
The blush returned with a vengeance. "Wh-what? N-no, that's s-silly..." Goten stuttered.
"A girl? Hmm?"
"No," Goten replied honestly. It was the truth, after all. He HADN'T been thinking of a girl; he'd been thinking of his best friend. But not in the way he should have been thinking...
"Who, then?" Trunks persisted.
Goten sighed. "I-- can't tell you."
"Why not?" Trunks said in a mock-hurt voice. "Don't you trust me?"
"Well, no, not really," Goten cracked, smiling.
"Shut up, Chibi."
Goten's smile didn't fade when he heard the nickname. Trunks had given it to him long ago, and he always thought it was cute. His eyelids drooped as he went back...
*~FLASHBACK~*
"Trunks! Trunks, where are you?" a five-year-old Goten called. They were playing hide-and-seek, one of his favorite games, at his house for once, but this time, Trunks had really outdone himself as far as finding a good hiding place went.
"Trunks?" He toddled over to check under the sofa, followed by behind the tv, under the dining room table, and in the closet.
*growl*
The boy jerked. "What was that?"
*growwwl*
"Oh!" The trademark Son grin appeared on his face. "I'm hungry!" Promptly, he headed towards the kitchen. He skipped to the fridge, got out one of the sandwiches his mother had left for him, unwrapped it, and began to eat. He started to close the door, but then decided against it and got out another sandwich.
Holding the two sandwiches, one in each hand, he used his hip to close the refrigerator door. "Tunkth," he called with a mouth full of food. "Oo wan a thanwith?"
"Do I want a what?" Trunks ran into the kitchen.
"Thooled oo!" Goten gave a chase. Trunks, screaming and laughing wildly, made a mad dash for home base; namely, the dining room table he'd checked under earlier. The dark-haired boy shifted his sandwich to the other hand so he could get a grip on Trunks. Just as Goten's chubby fingers were about to close over his best friend's gi--
"Ha-ha, I win!" Trunks did a little victory dance as Goten stopped short. He pouted and swallowed the bite he'd take from his sandwich. "No fair!"
"Nuh-uh, you were gonna tempt me with food, and then tag me!" Trunks shot back, still with good humor. "Now, that's unfair." He swiped the other sandwich Goten had been holding. "I'll take that."
"Hey!"
"What? You offered." The lilac-haired boy took a good-sized bite of it. "Mmm... Good stuff."
Goten continued to pout. "You must have cheated somehow."
"Nope," Trunks replied haughtily, swallowing. "You're just a chibi."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
Goten stuck out his tongue, and Trunks stuck out his back. "Chibi."
"Well... if I'm a chibi, then you're a chibi, too!" Goten taunted.
"Nuh-uh, 'cause I'm older than you."
"Hmph." They both sat and ate their sandwiches, poking fun at one another for the rest of the day.
*~END FLASHBACK~*
"GOTEN!"
"AHHHH! What?"
The 20-year-old Trunks frowned. "You did it again."
"Uh..." Goten looked puzzled. "Did what again?"
"You spaced out!"
"Huh?" Then it came back to him. "Oh... oh yeah."
"Come on, Goten, tell me what's up," Trunks persisted.
"Well..." Goten hesitated, the blush on his face remaining. "The only way I can tell you is to show you."
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Okay... So, what have you been thinking about?"
Goten took a breath. "This." He quickly covered Trunks' lips with his own.
******
BWAHAHA! Sorry to leave you hanging... NOT. Hehe... REVIEW, and I might write more! ^.~