Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, wish I did, but I don't, so I can't claim I do.

Author's Notes: I wrote this in school one rather boring afternoon. Scared a guy in my Chem class with it (silly homophobics.....). hehe.

Warnings: Shounen-ai don't like it, don't read it.

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Another day: more paperwork, more dodging unwanted advances, more of living a life he didn't control and didn't want. What happened? Where did the excitement go? The answers to these questions were important, but to the frustrated young man they were not so important as a realization he had made. Life was empty. The worst part was he know what ---- who was missing, but that was off limits. They wouldn't be excepted, even if there was a 'they' to speak of. And that was the worst, wanting but fearing rejection too much. Friendship was better than nothing.
But just friendship, with these feelings, not knowing if maybe.....It's tearing me apart.
He wasn't getting anything done like this. A quick visit, some time off, that was the ticket. And training. Yes, some physical exertion was definately called for. Maybe.....





"Trunks-kun!" Son Goten grinned at the unexpected arrival of his berst friend. In that brief moment he felt pure joy at the sight of the purple-haired-wonder. He attempted to push any other feelings to the back of his mind for now, not wanting the conflict, not wanting anything but to enjoy the pressence of his friend. He wasn't succeeding very well.

Trunks for his part was experiencing a similar issue. "Goten!" He landed next to the youngest of Son Goku's two sons. The man himself was a few feet away, fishing. Goku nodded at Trunks and got his stuff together to leave using the excuse that ChiChi wanted him home to help her with something.
Maybe Goku-san isn't quite as dense as he appears. Trunks silently thanked him.

Goten was still grinning the infamous Son grin, "So whatca wanna do? Eat? Spar? Nothing?"
Kiss you.
"Hmmm. Sparing would be best. I'm not getting enough exercise in that stuffy office job."
Or seeing you enough, but I could never get enough of you.
"Sure, sounds like fun."

The older of the two demi-Saiyans barely sidestepped a ki blast as Goten flew into the air. Goten stuck out his tounge, mocking his companion.
A casual human observer would never have been able to follow the flurry of kicking, punching and blocking which was a 'light' spar for the two. However, light spar or not, by the time they were finished it was dark and the pair was exhausted. Laughing admist gasping for air they dropped bone-weary to the ground.

"That.............was...........fun." Trunks rolled over to see Goten's face before he realized just how close they were. He found himself at a loss for words as he stared into the eyes which had captivated him for years. His heart felt like it was going to come out of his body.

Dear sweet Dende! He's amazing, he's the world to me. Goten gulped for air, wishing so badly that Trunks would lean down a little further so their lips would meet.

Time stopped.

And Trunks closed his eyes, willing himself to either move away or do what he wanted to.
This might work. I mean Goten seems to......but he's not like me......is he? Maybe......maybe........