I'm swamped with finals, okay? I know Disney and Land Before Time aren't canon, but let's hope that doesn't take away the enjoyment. The story is a slow-moving one, but things should start picking up by the 4th chapter. As much as I didn't like how this chapter turned out, I hope you like it. :)

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"Has anyone ever told you that you're an asshole, Trunks?" Goten had asked once he heard the front door to their apartment close. His eyes were focused on the television set in front of him, facial expression as blank as the color white while he watched the awfully high-pitched dinosaurs with growing disinterest.

Trunks, having just hung his coat on the rack next to the front door, quirked an eyebrow as he made his way to the kitchen, where he snatched a beer bottle from the refrigerator and popped it open. He paid no heed to the cap that fell to the floor, too tired to do anything other than drink. And that was exactly what he did, flipping on the light switch connected to the living room as he made his way towards that area of his apartment. He twisted his mouth in mild amusement, cradling his beer bottle between his fingers while he allowed his gaze to fall on the 24-year-old bundled up in a comforter on the couch.

"Plenty of times," Trunks answered coolly, whistling at the pile of empty potato chip bags and soda cans strewn across the floor. "Namely by you and Dad."

"Well, allow me to say it again: you're an asshole."

Trunks clicked his tongue, preparing himself to fire back at his best friend, but when he saw the box full of DVDs near his feet marked with the words "Land Before Time Collection - Property of Son Goten", he caught himself. "Oh," he mouthed, his expression softening when Goten's eyes narrowed. Quietly, the elder hybrid strode across the room, ignoring the rattle of plastic bags and cans against his feet as he took a seat on the couch next to Goten.

Goten almost scooted to the other end of the couch, but he was in too much of a foul mood to do so. Instead, he wrapped his covers tighter around himself, blocking the half-Saiyan's view of him. For a long time, Trunks and Goten sat with their eyes trained on the television, images of three-horns and long-necks going back and forth flashing across the screen. Trunks was more than tempted to take a swig of his beer, anything to make this children's movie more interesting than what it already wasn't, but he didn't want to run a risk of doing something that'd garner a physical fight like the one he was watching between the characters.

Littlefoot? Cera? Ducky? Trunks thought, his eye twitching ever so slightly in disdain as he wondered just what in Dende's name went through Goten's head when he popped this DVD in. But then he remembered that it was a coping mechanism for the demi-Saiyan, something he'd been doing for a very long time, ever since they entered into their junior and senior years of high school to be precise.

Trunks remembered asking about it the moment he'd seen a box of videos, eyebrows drawn together in bewilderment as jokes, some that'd last a lifetime, whisked around his brain.

"You have your hobbies, I have mine. Not everyone can go around spendin' money all willy-nilly just 'cuz they had what you call 'a bad day'," Goten had said, fighting down his growing embarrassment as he turned the volume up on the television, tuning out his best friend's infuriating laughter.

It was something Goten never outgrew, and over the years, Trunks found this to be a frequent thing. Whenever Goten was having a rough day, he'd resort to watching videos, namely his extensive collection of classic Disney films. Different moods called for different collections, and as Trunks allowed his eyes to drift to the peeling brown cardboard box that harbored Goten's movies, he couldn't help but think that something extremely bad had happened.

Trunks swished his bottle around, tilting his head to gain a better view of his friend. "What happened to Brittney?" he immediately asked, knowing full well that it had something to do with his girlfriend.

"You mean Hillary?" Goten quipped.

"I see," Trunks said, resting his elbows on his knees. "Code L.C.?"

"More like Code S.T.F.U and G.T.H.," Goten grumbled, shifting in his seat. He heard Trunks take a swig of his drink and sighed. Okay, maybe that was a little harsh. "Ya know, I like to think I was blessed with good looks and a beautiful personality," he said, clasping his hands and batting his eyelashes at Trunks as he leaned against his shoulder with a dazzling smile.

Trunks snorted. "Aren't you? Because I for one think you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

Goten's face fell. "Again, I like to think that. Which is why I find it more than a little odd that my relationships can't seem to last more than a month," he grunted, pulling back and facing the television again.

Once again, silence took over, leaving Goten and Trunks to listen to a musical number by Littlefoot and his friends. Funny, Trunks actually found himself tapping his foot to the music. Maybe that beer really was working, because any other time he'd find any movie that Goten took the time to watch when he was in one of his "moods" annoying as shit.

"I broke it off with Cecelia," Goten finally said.

Trunks quirked a brow. "I thought her name was Hillary?"

"No. Her name was Jamie," Goten shot gruffly, his voice filled with annoyance.

"Ya know, sooner or later you're gonna have to start calling these girls by their proper names. It's unhealthy."

Goten snorted. "Says the man who can't remember a girl's name after having slept with her on more than one occasion."

"Hey! That was one time and I was drunk!" Trunks defended. "What'd you expect me to do?! Ask her to write it down!?" Goten rolled his eyes, bending over to snag a bag of Doritos.

"That'd be nice, wouldn't it?" he asked, crunching on a chip and looking his best friend right in the eye.

Trunks smiled. "I hope you know you can't get drunk off soda."

"Who says I'm trying to get drunk?" Goten questioned, taking another loud bite into a potato chip.

"I think you should. It's certainly a helluva lot better than watching this shit you call movies," Trunks said, gesturing to the box of DVDs on the floor.

"It's a lot better than gaining a brain aneurysm trying to remember what I did last night too," Goten retorted.

"But that's the best part!" Trunks exclaimed with a grin, finishing the last of his beer. "Besides, wouldn't you like to forget about Jamie?"

Goten's eyes softened, and he shrugged. "There's a lot of things I wanna forget, Trunks."