Well. i see a lot of people reading this and enjoying it so far, so as promised, since i have readers, i will post.

Just to clarify. bold =...= is Trunks thinking and *...* is Goten thinking.

please remember, this story is a yoai fic, and i do not own any of the characters.

I Want To Go Outside

Two years and 14 days after the war…

=So life has happened and look, I'm still here. Whatever happened to 'life's a bitch and then you die?' Well. Here comes the pitch.= "Mother, I would like to go outside. I know you are busy but if there is any way it can be arranged. You don't have to do anything, you can get one of the maids to take me." Trunks asked Bulma. He was hoping to go to the Pink Garden Park… although he didn't believe all that dribble about a mother planting a rose on her son's birthday, he did want to see the roses.

"Trunks baby, of course we can go for a walk. Let me switch my laptop off and we will go." Bulma replied. She was happy her son was making an effort to do something… in fact anything really. It had been months since he got back and he rarely ever left his room.

Bulma and Trunks left the Capsule home, Trunks in his wheel chair. They headed straight to the park. As they entered Trunks asked, "Mother, where are the roses?" Bulma looked at Trunks with hope. "Are you beginning to believe baby?" Trunks shook his head and said, "I simply want to see the roses. The story is meaningless."

Bulma sighed. She wanted Trunks, her baby boy, back. They walked (Trunks being pushed in his chair) to the roses. When Trunks saw the 24 bushes that made a circle in the middle and a walkway through the roses, he gasped and muttered "beautiful".

Bulma noticed a young man sitting in the circle. He had his head back and was staring at the sky. It was a clear day and she wondered what he was looking at. He stood up and walked through the walkway. He walked up to Trunks and smiled.

"Hello." He greeted. Bulma smiled shyly and Trunks nodded. "It's such a beautiful day for a dance, don't you think? A beautiful dance surrounded by pink hmm? What do you say?" The young man asked. Both Bulma and Trunks assumed he was talking to Bulma. I mean, Trunks was confined to a wheel chair. However, when Bulma declined, the young man said, "I mean no disrespect ma'am, but I'm talking to him." Bulma looked at Trunks when he said, rather rudely, "Can you not see what I sit in? You think I'm just lazy?"

The young man laughed lightly. "I know you're not lazy, but if you don't want to dance then that's alright. Another day hmm? When you're not so… insecure. My name is Goten by the way. We really should put time aside to just dance." Trunks was taken aback by Goten's assumption that it was insecurity that prevented him from dancing… walking. "I'm not insecure you idiot. My legs were crushed…" Trunks snapped

Goten knelt so that he was eye level with Trunks, leaned in and whispered into his ear "All the more reason to dance with me." Trunks involuntary shuddered, more from the closeness of Goten then his words. =What the hell Trunks? You're a lot of things, but not gay you shit…= Trunks' thoughts were cut short when Goten whispered his last words. "Consider it this way, one last dance before the world comes to an end hmm?" Goten then stood up and walked away and out of the park.

"What a strange boy hmm? Thinking that you should dance with him…" Trunks nodded absently. He had wondered when he would die and there Goten was offering him one last dance before he dies… but the other thing was his body's reaction towards Goten. All Goten had done was whisper in his ear and he was semi hard. He couldn't understand his reaction.

"Trunks, baby, do you want to go inside the circle?" Bulma asked, trying to get his attention. Trunks nodded. They entered the circle and again Trunks was taken aback by the beauty. It was absolutely stunning to be surrounded by the pink roses. They blocked out all else. They were beyond stunning.

Bulma took out a capsule she had ready for this trip and popped it open. Suddenly there was a table and a single chair with food set out on the table. She pushed Trunks so that he was sitting at the one side and then took her seat at the other end. "It's beautiful hmm? You can truly see why it's famous." Bulma said. Trunks nodded and then added, "I thought you said it was famous because of Chichi?"

Bulma smiled. "It is. But there is no doubt that it's also famous for its beauty." Trunks looked up at the sky. "I wonder what he was looking at. The sky is clear of clouds." Bulma set out her son's food and her own and then answered. "I have no idea what he was looking at, but maybe it's because he isn't 'ok' in his head?" Trunks looked at his mother. He shook his head

"No Mother. I don't know what is wrong with him, but I do believe there is nothing wrong with the way he thinks." Bulma nodded and gestured to his food. Trunks ate silently and retreated to his thoughts about Goten and his body's reaction. =I know I'm asking for trouble, but I want to see that guy again.=

Goten walked home. On his way, he patted a poodle that was dragging along a small child. He entered the big house. He hated his house really but preferred it then living in some hospital or living alone. Though he knew he was alone here, he comforted himself by telling himself this was Gohan's home as well.

He entered the house smiling and went to the living room. Gohan was seated in his father's chair. He looked up with a frown. The sad truth was, it was only three years ago when his brother never ever frowned. Today though, Gohan rarely ever smiled. His mindset had changed completely. "Goten, where have you been?"

*Now I say 'At Mother's garden.' And you say 'Why would you go there?'* "At Mother's garden." Gohan looked at Goten with pure pity in his eyes "Why would you go there, Goten?" This was what made Goten upset. It wasn't his mother dying that hurt him, because he knew she was in a better place. It wasn't even his misfortune. It was the pity that his brother always showed him. As though he was unable to do anything. As though he was an 'itty bitty kitty who needed protection…

*Here we go… 'Because I was enjoying the flowers and the freedom' and he will mention my 'misfortune' … why can't he see that there is more to me then that… more to life than just pain…* "Gohan, I enjoy the flowers and the freedom of just sitting there. It's as though mom is with me." Goten said hopeful that his words wouldn't cause more pity and all that.

"Goten. Mom is dead. She isn't with you when you go to that silly park. Those roses will die one day. You shouldn't go to that park anyway, what if you start getting sick? What if you have a problem. You don't tell anyone when you go. Again I feel like you should be moved to the hospital."

*Not the hospital…* "Gohan. I will not go to that stupid hospital. It's bad enough you send me there every day at four o'clock to have a check up and blood test. I will not live there." Gohan got up, angry at Goten's words. "Goten, you will do as I tell you. I don't care how old you are, how mature you are or any other excuse. Now, it is four and we have to get going."

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