This is a sequel to my other story: Lunar Pull Extended and Changed, though not necessary for you to read. :)

Important to note in case you didn't read the prequel:

**Gohan is female and with Vegeta**

Also, saiyans in this fic have tails and the Oozaru transformation does not exist. Tails are cool! ^ ^

For the first time in a long time, Goten woke up past sunrise. It was so nice not to have to worry about school or chores so early in the morning.

He stretched lazily, basking in the morning sun's glow. With a yawn, he glanced at the clock: '8:35'. 'Wow, I really did sleep in, I'm normally up by five.'

Smiling, he closed his eyes. It wasn't just waking up late that was nice.

He was in Trunk's room. Not only did the room have his best friend's familiar scent, but the room itself was familiar. He knew Capsule Corp like it was his home. And in a way, it was. He had practically grown up there. Countless days they played together in this very room as they grew up. So many sleepovers throughout the years.

'It's been way too long.'

They used to be so inseparable. It was only the past year that they had barely enough time to hang out. Trunks started working for Capsule Corp and had College to deal with. Goten had high school and his mother pressuring him to be perfect in almost every way, which involved a hell of a lot of studying. It was a miracle that she let him have this whole week off.

The sound of a door opening broke his thoughts and caught his attention. He turned his head in the direction of the sound.

His mouth dropped and he gaped at the sight before him.

Trunks was standing in front of the bathroom, nothing on except for the white towel around his waist. Steam from the hot shower flowed around him as he towel dried his lavender hair, tan skin glistening from the humidity and steam.

It was a beautiful sight.

Still thinking that Goten was sleeping, Trunks was completely oblivious to the reaction he was eliciting from the raven haired teen as he towel dried his hair.

Unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him, Goten watched as the lavender prince strode to the dresser. Muscles sculpted from years of training rippled as he walked. His lavender tail swaying lazily behind him.

Standing in front of his dresser, Trunks bent down to grab clothes. At that moment, Goten wished so badly for the towel to fall to the ground so he could see that well formed ass he had fantasized so much about.

'Damnit Goten! You should not be thinking that way. He's your best friend for crying out loud!' Though he did nothing to look away.

'Your insanely attractive best friend…'

'The guy I've had a crush on for a few years…'

'Standing in almost all of his glory right before my eyes…'

The sound of the dresser close snapped him out of his thoughts. Blushing profusely, he quickly turned away and covered himself with the comforter. Doing his best to hide from his overly attractive friend. 'Oh kami! What a sight to wake up to…'

Trunks looked in Goten's direction when he heard the mattress shift. "Goten? You awake?"

Using this as an opportunity, he stretched and fake yawned underneath the covers. Pretending for all he's worth that he had just woken up. "Ummm… yeah..."

He yawned again for good measure.

….

Bulma's voice greeted them as the two demi's walked down the stairs for breakfast. "Good morning you two. Breakfast is on the table, and be sure to put all of the dishes in the sink when you're done." She said while she was walking toward the door in her business suit, heading to work.

Goten gave a wide smile as he walked towards the dinning room. "Thanks Bulma."

He had to admit, it was always nice to eat breakfast at his best friend's house. Trunks was the only one with saiyan blood to live there since Vegeta went to live with Gohan over 5 years ago. That meant that Trunks was his only competition for breakfast. They usually went down to eat together, so there was never any worry that food would run out. No need to wake up early just to make sure your belly was full.

While breakfast was the only time he really had to worry about the lack of food (Since his dad would only come home at nights and leave right after breakfast to train) it would still suck to start the day hungry after a whole night of fasting.

He sighed and glanced sadly at the floor. 'I do wish dad would actually spend time at home, even if that meant competition for food…'

"Hey! Good morning guys!" He was torn from his thoughts by the sound of Yamcha's voice.

"Hey Yamcha!" Then, he turned his attention to the little 1 year old in the high chair. "Hi there little Bra!"

Bra squeeked in delight and threw her hands in the air. "Gota! Gota!"

He chuckled at the butchery of his name and raised his tail in front of the girl. Giggling in delight, she caught it and snuggled against the furry appendage. She was Trunks' half sister and was fully human (being Bulma and Yamcha's child), so he didn't have to worry about her squeezing his tail too hard.

Sitting next to the girl in the high chair, he began to eat eagerly, Trunks doing the same.

As they ate, Trunks couldn't help but feel like something was bothering him. Something was off, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

Trying to ignore the feeling, he kept on eating his breakfast.

But the feeling didn't go away. In fact, it just got stronger. Especially when Goten went to fill his plate with food again. For some reason it had to do with Goten.

Trunks frowned at Goten as he ate. Something his best friend was doing was wrong… But what?

Trunks prided himself in being a rational person. He tackled every through logic and analysis. Rarely did he get caught up in emotion and heat of the moment, but when he did, well, he was his father's son.

But this, this reaction did not seem to have any reason to it. At least, any he could figure out. And that only served to increase his frustration.

Goten raised an eyebrow, seeing Trunks stare at him like he was doing something wrong. "What?" He asked with his mouth full.

"Hmmm…" The unapproving gaze intensified, lavender brows furrowing further.

"WHAT?" He set his fork down. "What did I do?"

Unable to come up with an answer, Trunks decided to drop it. "Nothing." Then returned to eating once more.

Goten blinked a couple of times, clearly confused by his best friend's behavior.

…

Goten was happy to see that his best friend's mood got better after breakfast, though he continued to be distant and pensive.

After breakfast, they had decided to go to the nearest shopping mall. Trunks wanted to gather some things for their vacation. Goten, well, Goten just went to browse.

His family was quite poor. His dad did not work, hell, he was barely ever around. Instead preferring to train at King Kai's planet or somewhere else. His mother did not work either, though she received a pension from her father the Ox King. Whatever money they did have usually went to groceries, materials for school, or future College funds.

Trunks always told him that if he needed cash or wanted something to just ask, but it just felt wrong, regardless of how rich his best friend was.

After walking through the mall for a bit, they had stopped at the food court to have a "light" snack. By which for humans would be about three meals in one. As they sat and ate in the food court, they enjoyed one of their favorite games.

"Ok Goten. It's your turn." Trunks said with a smirk, as he lifted one of his many hamburgers.

"Hmmm…" Black eyes scanned the people around them. People who walked around the food court, standard in line, or sat at similar tables as theirs to eat.

His eyes landed on a man with a large grey coat and a grey bowler hat. The man sat at one of the nearby tables eating a salad.

"Alright. The bowler hat guy to our left, a few tables down." Goten declared. Trunks nodded when he saw him.

Goten began his tale. "He's an undercover detective who recently got into a major argument with his wife." Then Goten changed his voice into a high pitched tone in a mock attempt to mimic an angry wife. "You're always coming home late! And look at you, you're getting fat!"

Trunks chuckled at the fake imitation.

Then, dropping his voice in an attempt to sound like a heavier and older male, he continued. "But honey, that's more for you to love!" Then returning to his normal voice, Goten continued with his tale. "Obviously, that didn't go over well. So now he's all miserable because he has to work while only eating salad."

"So then, who is he following?" Asked Trunks intrigued.

Goten looked around for a brief moment, then nodded towards an old lady reading a magazine at one of the tables by herself. She was fairly heavy and old, looking about in her 80's. She wore pink clothing with a long pink skirt. Thick glasses on her face as she squinted, trying to read.

"Her?" Trunks asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Hey, don't let that wrinkled skin and pink purse fool ya. She is actually the Godmother of the Japanese mafia."

Trunks chuckled. "Isn't it supposed to be a Godfather? As in a guy?"

Goten smirked. "He was a few months ago." He said with a wink.

Trunks laughed and shook his head. He had the sneaking suspicion that the real Godfather of the Japanese mafia would have them both shot for ever implying that he had gotten a sex change. Especially one that made him look like that.

"You know, It's scary how much you sound like your mother when you voice a woman. Any more practice and you're gonna turn into her!" Trunks teased.

"Ha ha…" Goten replied sarcastically and threw a wrapper at his friend.

They loved this game. When they ate or had to pass the time waiting in a public area they would always play this game. They would each take turns pointing out random strangers and make up a story about their lives based on their looks or whatever came into the boys' heads.

It was really nice to hang out with Trunks without the worry of a business call ruining the moment. Though there was still something bothering Trunks. He could feel it.

After the laughter, Goten stared at the floor after a moment of silence. "Hey, Trunks…"

"Hmm?"

Looking up from the floor, he met his friend's questioning gaze and gave a warm smile. "You know I got your back right?"

Trunks could only stare back, surprised at the sudden question.

"If there is anything that's bothering you, you know you can always tell me. I am here for you." He said determinedly.

Trunks didn't know what to say. A warm feeling built within him knowing that he had one friend in the entire universe that would always be there for him. Regardless of anything.

And yet…

There was one thing that he would never be able to tell him. Maybe that's what was bothering him this morning? It had been a while since Goten had come over. He was having such an amazing time, and it had only been a day. Damn… How he longed to be with Goten every day. But he couldn't. And that sent a painful dagger to his heart.

He knew the strange emotions he was feeling recently had to do with Goten, but there was no way he could tell him that. At any rate, he has to make sure to be more guarded. No sense in worrying his friend needlessly. Especially over something that could ruin their friendship. Even if that meant basically lying to him.

Unable to hold Goten's gaze with the guilt he felt, he looked to the floor. He replied in a low voice. "I know."

The chatter from others around them could be heard as the two friends remained in silence for a few minutes.

Then, Trunks stood up and broke the silence. "Well, let's head out. We don't want to waste the day away here now do we?"

Goten sighed and nodded slowly, saddened that his friend did not want to share what was wrong.

After trashing the wrappers from their meals, they grabbed the shopping bags and walked from the food court.

'I wish Trunks would tell me what's wrong. Instead of bottling it up…' Goten thought as they walked through the mall. 'Even if it's something I can't do anything about. I still want to be there for him…'

Goten suddenly noticed he was walking alone. He looked behind him and saw Trunks staring at a particular store in the mall, deep in thought. Following his friend's gaze, he was quite surprised to see the name of the store. *Sporting Goods.*

"Why are you looking at a Sports store?" He asked curiously while walking up to his transfixed friend.

Without answering, Trunks entered the store. Goten just raised an eyebrow in confusion and followed him inside.

The lavender prince walked determinedly towards a specific section of the shop. He stood with a triumphant grin as he found what he was looking for.

Goten blinked a couple of times. More confused than before. 'Why is he staring at fishing gear?'

Trunks grabbed two state of the art fishing poles and handed them to his friend. "Were going fishing today."

Goten's mouth dropped. He would have never thought to see the day that his best friend would say such a thing. "Fishing? Did you say fishing?"

Crossing his arms, he gave Goten a looked that asked 'do I really need to repeat myself'. "Yes. I did. Is there a problem with that?" He replied defensively.

Blinking, Goten was a little taken aback by his attitude. "Well… No." Then he said with certainty. "But you hate fishing!"

He can't even count how many times he's heard Trunks dis fishing as they grew up. He'd say things like *This is boring* or *What's even the point?* and complain. Trunks never wanted to go fishing whenever he mentioned it as an option. Now suddenly he wants to go fishing?

Goten on the other hand, loved to fish. Just to sit there relaxing while you waited for a catch. Feeling the breeze through your hair, listening to the water from the lake. Hearing birds chirp in the distance. A lot of times it was fun to just lay back and watch the clouds overhead. All your worries and stresses forgotten while you were one with nature. Hell, some of his best memories with his dad was when they fished.

Trunks stared at the confused expression on Goten's face. Truth was, he didn't even know why he suddenly wanted to fish. His friend was right, he hated fishing. It was a waste of time when you could just easily buy it. Also, there was no challenge in catching the fish whatsoever. You just threw a hook and bait in a place fish lived and waited. But for some strange reason he felt like he wanted to catch food today and fishing was the first thing that came to mind once he saw the sporting goods store.

"Well, I want to do it today." He said decisively as he handed more fishing supplies to his puzzled friend.

…

Luckily for them, it was a bright sunny day. They chose a lake in the nearby mountains to do their fishing. Preferring seclusion from other people. It was nice to fish without anyone around. That way, they could fully relax with their tails out without the worry of being seen.

There were large rocks at the lakefront, perfect for sitting while one fished. They dropped all of their gear on the floor to get ready.

Goten shook his head as he looked looked at all of the fishing gear Trunks bought. There were so many things sprawled on the grass: bait inject caps, floats, fire brine, glitter trout dough, power nuggets, magic thread, inline spinners, many types of artificial fish shaped bait… Most of all he had absolutely no clue as to their use. He had tried to convince his stubborn friend that they did not need all of this stuff, but Trunks insisted that if they were going to do this, they were going to do it right.

Somehow, Trunks' definition of doing something right was buying everything under the sun… 'Man… that's a lot of useless junk…'

A hook, a long sturdy stick, and durable string was what he was used to. How his dad showed him to fish.

He had tried to convince his best friend that he did not need all of this stuff. To save his money, but the stubborn prince had to have his way. So here they were. All this stuff, with not much of a clue as to how to use it.

Looking to his left, he could see Trunks looking at an instruction booklet and assembling his fishing pole. 'Ok, how hard can it be.' He decided to look at a separate instruction booklet himself.

He shouldn't have asked. Way too complicated for an activity that should be relaxing. "Okay… I'ma go use a branch as my fishing pole."

Hearing no response from his concentrated friend, he got up and went to a large tree. Once he found a healthy thick branch, he effortlessly broke it off.

Then, forming a ki blade in his hand, he sliced the branch thinner and cut off the edges. He was satisfied once it looked like a fishing pole. Then, gathering some fishing line and one of the many hooks purchased, he rigged his hand made fishing pole together. "Done!"

With a wide grin, he presented his creation to his best friend.

Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Are you seriously planning to fish with that?"

"Yep!" He closed his eyes and answered with his bright smile. His tail wagging happily behind him.

Such a beautiful smile his Goten had. The type of smile that just melted past your defenses. That could make even the hardest of hearts sing.

How he longed to see that smile every day. To make Goten smile for him, always…

Realizing he had been staring bit longer than proper, he cleared his throat nervously. "Well, it's your choice. But don't blame me if I catch bigger fish."

"No way!" Goten grinned at the challenge. "I'm soo going to catch more fish than you. Larger ones too!"

…..

As predicted, Trunks was not enjoying fishing. He was extremely bored and frustrated at his lack of fish. The frustration plain to see in the way his tail twitched in annoyance.

He glared at the fishing pole. Like he could somehow scare the fish into biting.

"Hahahaha! You've got to be patient." Goten tried reassuring his frustrated friend. "Just enjoy your surroundings. Listen to the leaves on the trees. Feel the cool breeze."

As he finished his sentence, he noticed his rod start to move. "Another one!" Goten excitedly grabbed his fishing pole and began to reel in the fish.

Trunks growled and mumbled to himself. "Easy for you to say… You've already caught two."

He was getting extremely pissed. He was always competitive with Goten, but he was even more so today. He had to catch better fish than Goten. He just had to.

Suddenly, he heard the floater sink into the water. Immediately, he grabbed his fishing rod and begun to reel the fish.

"Awesome! Your first catch!" Goten watched excitedly as Trunks reeled in his catch.

With a triumphant smirk, he held up the catch to his raven haired friend. It was significantly larger than either of Goten's catch. "Now this is a fish."

"Hahaha! Can't argue with you there. Let's see if I can top it."

"Doubt it."

"Your on!"

…

It was around five o'clock when they had decided to call it quits. Goten had not been able to beat Trunks' largest catch, but he was ok with that. He enjoyed the time he spent with his secret crush.

They had built a large campfire to cook the fish they caught. Right now their fish were pierced with sticks as they cooked on the open fire. Trunks had his catch on the left and Goten had his catch on the right.

Trunks was extremely proud of his catch. The fish he caught were larger that Goten's and he felt quite anxious to share it with him.

Goten got up from the log they sat on. "Watch my fish will ya. I'ma go take a leak."

Trunks nodded and watched his friend leave. Once Goten was out of sight, his attention refocused on his friend's fish.

He frowned.

Anger began bubbling up inside of him. He stared intently at those round lifeless eyes. The browning scales. They were still… So still…

Somehow, Goten's dead, cooking fish were offending him.

…

After he was done relieving himself, Goten was about to walk back to the campfire when he heard the noise of twigs breaking nearby.

Being the curious person he was, he couldn't help but check out the source of the noise.

He found a baby brown bear rummaging a nearby bush. It sat on it's haunches as it grabbed the red berries. It's mouth tinted red from the fruits' juice.

"Aww! How cute!" Goten commented softly as he leaned against a tree.

He watched the adorable cub for a few minutes until something smelled off.

He straightened and sniffed the air. "That smells like…"

His eyes widened with worry. "...burning!"

Running with lightning speed, it didn't even take him a minute to get back to the campfire.

He paled when he saw the state of his poor fish. His voice squeaked. "W-What, what happened to my fish!"

You could barely make out the shape of the fish out of the black charred remains. Even the sticks that once held them were burnt and useless.

As Goten fell to his knees in front of his lost meal, trunks shrugged. "Your fish were raw on one side. I tried cooking the side with ki." He said nonchalantly. " Guess I overestimated the power I put in that ki flare."

Goten glared daggers at him. "You did this! You bastard! Now what am I supposed to eat!"

Trunks looked at him. His gaze was very serious and there was a moment of silence. Wind blew through their hair as neither spoke.

"You can share mine."

There was a strange hint to his words and tone. Time around them seemed to stop. The wind itself seemed to pause.

Goten's tail twitched in anticipation. He glanced at the fish Trunks caught, thoughts about his own destroyed fish completely forgotten. It looked quite delicious.

They were browning nicely under the fire. And look at the size! They were huge! Not the biggest by no means, but they were special somehow. For some reason they looked like they were the best fish in the world.

And boy did Goten want to eat some.

Trunks' gaze never left his friend. His tail twitching anxiously. For some reason he wanted... no, needed Goten to say yes. To take some of his food. He needed to see Goten bite into that fish.

There was a few more moments of silence.

"Alright…" Goten replied in half a daze, still staring at the godly fish.

Without a word, Trunks grabbed one of the sticks that help a fish and slowly handed it to his friend.

Goten grabbed the stick and raised his gaze from the fish to sky blue eyes. They stared at eachother in the eyes for a while. Nothing else existed around these two. They were oblivious to their surroundings as onyx eyes stared into blue ones.

Then Goten slowly opened his mouth as he brought the fish to his lips.

Trunks' heart was pounding so fast as he watched the scene in front of him. As Goten's lips touched the scales of the fish. The moistness as he slowly bit into the meat.

Never before had he felt so transfixed while watching someone eat a piece of meat. Never before so turned on. Watching every little movement made. Every muscle move as the object of desire slowly chewed and swallowed the meal.

He couldn't tear his gaze from the sight even if he wanted to.

Once he saw his friend swallow, he felt like he had won the most important battle of his life. His heart and blood sang and he couldn't help a triumphant grin. Nor could he help the obvious wag from his tail as he felt overjoyed.

His instincts were way too in control for him to question the oddness of feeling triumphant over your friend eating your food. Especially since they've shared food before, so this shouldn't be any different.

But it was.

They had no idea they commenced a ritual millenniums old. One performed by their ancestors, and their ancestor's ancestors.

Neither said a word as they finished their meal. Gazes fully locked on to one another.

With instincts in full control, they rose to the air at the same time, high above the trees.

As if they had rehearsed it, they flew about a distance of 20 feet apart from each other. After a few moments, they both got into their fighting stances at the same time. Goten's stance more loose for the ease of dodging, Trunks' stance more rigid and faced forward.

Tails flicked in anticipation as they stared eachother down.

Then, Trunks turned super saiyan and lunged forward.

Also turning super saiyan, Goten spun to the side, barely dodging the grab. Their tails graced one another and both boys inhaled sharply at the unexpected pleasure from the touch.

Straightening, Trunks waited as he watched Goten place the same distance between them once more.

Once at the appropriate distance, the two boys got into their respective stances.

They continued their dance for about an hour. Trunks attempting to catch Goten once, then getting back into position, then trying again. Each time, a part of their bodies would graze ever so slightly, sending shivers through their bodies. The brief contacts only serving to heighten their arousal and anticipation.

Driven fully by instincts, neither had the capacity to think about their strange behavior or analyze their bodies' reactions. Their body demanded full control, and they unknowingly bended to its' will as they performed the saiyan mating dance.

After the hour, Trunks powered up to super saiyan two, Goten following suit. This time though, as Trunks lunged forward, Goten did little to dodge and allowed himself to be caught from behind.

Strong arms held him gently as he melted into Trunks' embrace. Powering down to normal, he allowed his friend's warm golden ki to envelop him, fill him with it's strength and warmth. A nice deep rumbling feeling started on his back as he felt and heard Trunks start to pur. Closing his onyx eyes in contentment, a pur of his own started. He could stay like this forever. This was his heaven.

Trunks lowered his head a bit to sniff at Goten's neck.

'Mine.'

He smiled at the thought. Finally, after all of these years, this raven haired boy was going to be his.

Teal eyes widened in surprise as his brain was returning to him. 'What am I saying?!'

He let go of his friend and gave some distance, powering down. 'What just happened?!'

His brain started working at a million miles an hour. 'Ok. For some reason I wanted to destroy Goten's fish… What the fuck? Okay... moving onward. After I burned his fish we ate mine, then we… played catch?'

His eye twitched in confusion. They had sometimes tried to catch each other, but never even remotely like this. It got even weirder when he tried to analyze what he felt physically and emotionally during the 'game'.

It was exhilarating, but in a different way than a game or battle. Every Time their bodies had made contact, he would feel elated and further aroused. He had wanted to catch Goten, for some strange reason, but he didn't try too hard till the end. There was control, yet no conscious control of his actions. Nothing made sense.

Goten started coming to when he felt the warmth leave. He blinked in confusion. 'What did we just do?'

It was hard to explain. His body knew what to do at the time and he had followed it without realizing he was doing it.

Chancing a glance behind him, he noticed Trunks deep in thought. 'He looks just as confused as I am… Did he not realize what he was doing either? The way he...'

He turned away from his friend as his cheeks flushed red from the memory. '... the way he grazed my skin sometimes…'

Eyes half closed, he touched his arm lightly. One of the many places they had graced during their dance. His heart was pounding faster. The whole thing felt so intimate somehow. 'Whatever we did… it was amazing…'

Trunks looked in Goten's direction. Regardless of how much he thought about it, he couldn't make much sense about what happened. Goten hadn't said a word and hadn't turned around since he had let go either. 'Oh no… what if he feels weird about what happened?'

He began to panic internally. He had to somehow fix the situation.

Automatically, he turned to one of his automatic response when he was overwhelmed with emotion, teasing. Crossing his arms and smirking, he said: "Well, you put up a little bit of a fight, but as usual, I always win!"

Maybe if he pretended that this was a normal game, maybe they could forget about the whole thing before things got awkward and possibly ruined their friendship.

Goten turned to look at Trunks after he had spoken. 'Had I read him wrong?'

After a moment of silence, Goten laughed nervously and placed a hand behind his head. "Well damn… I'll have to try harder next time!"

They both stared at each other nervously, especially at the thought of a possible next time.

Thankfully, the silence was broken by the rumbles of Goten's stomach. Goten blushed and laughed nervously at his stomach's complaint.

Trunks' stomach answered as well. Red tinted his cheeks. "We should pack up and head home. It's getting late."

"Yeah… G-Good idea…"

…

The sun set as they returned to Capsule Corp. Neither spoke a word since they had packed. The uncomfortable silence surrounding the boys as they flew.

Even after they landed, they didn't speak a word as they headed to the kitchen to grab food, since the fish Trunks caught had not been even close to the ammount two demi's eat in one sitting.

Awkward silence.

"Umm…" Goten tried to find something to say, but couldn't think of anything, so he went with the back up plan. "... could you pass the salt."

Trunks nodded, grabbed the salt, and tossed it at his friend who caught it with ease.

More awkward silence.

"So…" Trunks gave his attempt to remedy the situation, yet couldn't figure out anything useful, so he settled with small talk. "How's school going?"

"Good…" Goten answered as he looked at his plate. Lifting his gaze he looked at his friend, who was studying him intently.

Immediately, they both blushed and looked away. Returning to fiddling with their food.

"Uh…" Here goes again. "How's college?"

"Fine…" Trunks replied.

Awkward silence once more.

Trunks lifted his orange juice and drank. Eyes shifting towards his raven haired friend on occasion. This is ridiculous. Why were they both acting this way? Nothing happened, right? It was just a game… right?

Unable to take it anymore, he slammed the empty glass on the table.

Goten jumped from his seat with a start at the sudden noise. He looked questioningly at his lavender friend who stared back in frustration.

Trunks spoke in an aggravated tone. "Did you hate what we did?" He asked directly.

Onyx eyes widened in surprise at the sudden question. He knew Trunks was a very direct person, but he was sure his friend had no idea the effect of earlier had on him.

"Ummm…." He blushed and looked away to the potted plant in the corner of the dining room. "...No."

"So, what did you think of it?" He asked curiously. Studying Goten's reaction closely.

Goten hesitated. It had felt exhilarating, euphoric even. Feeling grazes from Trunks' body like soft caresses, especially the times their tails came into contact. And the embrace at the end... Man that embrace…

His tail coiled and squeezed the chair leg behind him as his cheeks got a bit red. "It was…" he struggled as to find a cover up word. "...fun."

"Okay then." trunks folded his arms. "I was worried since you were acting strange after the game."

Of course, he had been acting strange too, but he was doing his hardest to deny it. He 'knew' that his reaction was different from Goten's. Afteral, he was the one with the crush on his best friend. He figured Goten must have found the whole thing strange and uncomfortable, while he had found it an amazing experience.

He also figured that if he played the whole thing off as if nothing weird happened, that it would blow over as a weird game. One that would never be played again.

Goten laughed nervously. "I wasn't acting strange! I was just thinking about… about things is all!"

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Well that's a first."

"Hey! I think all the time you know!" He defended, flinging a meatball at his mocking friend.

Dodging the meatball, he grinned and grabbed a carrot.

They both stood from their seats, grinning and staring defiantly at one another. Then a food fight broke out.

….

They both lay side by side with wide smiles. Their clothes were full of food stains and their bodies with pieces of food. Their hair even had food in it.

The dining room was a complete mess. Pieces of food scattered across the room, even pieces landed on the ceiling. The light fixtures had liquid dripping down and the windows had spots.

Smiling wide, they both glanced at each other. Goten looked up as a piece of sauce fell onto his head. "Hahaha! I think we should clean this up before Bulma comes home and kills us…"

Thunks laughed. "Good idea."

…

They successfully cleaned all of the dining room before Bulma got home. After showering, the two demi's opting to spend the rest of the night playing video games.

They were on Trunk's bed side by side. Trunks sitting at the foot of the bed with a leg bent and Goten laying on his stomach beside him.

Still pressing the buttons at an impressive speed, Goten did not glance away from the TV as he spoke. "So Trunks, already got Gohan's present for her birthday tomorrow."

"Yep." Trunks replied, his gaze never leaving the screen either.

"Tell me it's not a check again like last time…"

Lavender eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong with a check?"

"What's wrong with a check?!" Goten exclaimed astonishedly. Losing all concentration on the videogame as he gawked at Trunks incredulously.

Trunks grinned in triumph as he was declared the winner. Then he turned to his stunned friend. "She can buy anything she wants with a check. So, what's wrong with that?"

Goten rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah… Nothing says 'I thought of you with this gift' like a check…"

"... It has trees printed on it…" He defended.

Goten nearly fell off of the bed with that statement. Then cut his eyes at him. "Really? That's your defense. Really?"

Trunks sighed. "Gohan's always been hard to shop for. Best options are books, but she has so many that I am uncertain if she already has a specific one. This makes things less complicated."

Shaking his head, Goten picked his character to continue playing. "You suck trunks."

'Wouldn't mind sucking you.' Instead of saying the thought that popped into his head, he simply grinned.