Goten stretched his arms above and behind his head, shooting a glance at the clock. This had been a rough week too, and it was only Thursday. But thankfully the day was almost done, and then it would be Friday, and then after that it would be the weekend and they could start scouting for their new house.
He saved the document he was working on and hit the TALK button on his intercom. "Trunks, I've finished that memo about the new invention royalty program, you wanna take a last look at it before I send it out?"
There was no response.
"Trunks?"
No response.
Frowning in worry, Goten rose and walked back to Trunks's office in the room behind his. Opening the door, he saw Trunks slumped in his chair, his head laying on his desk. Goten's heart skipped a beat.
Then he heard snoring. As his pulse started to return to normal, he stood next to his husband, stroking his hair gently. He knew Trunks had been having trouble sleeping the last few days, but he didn't think it was this bad. All the stress of the last two weeks must have really done a number on him.
"Let's get you to a real bed," he murmured, picking him up in his arms. He still didn't wake up as Goten carried him out of the office and down the hallway. A few worried employees asked if everything was fine, and he assured them it was.
As he waited for the elevator that would take them to the residential area, Goten looked down at Trunks. Holding him like this reminded him of their wedding day. After the reception, they had flown back to Capsule Corp. to pick up a few last things before leaving for their honeymoon. They had been about to enter the front door when Trunks suddenly stopped…
-S-B-
"Hold on," Trunks said. "Now that we're married, we have to do this right! We need to do the whole 'carried-over-the-threshold' thing."
Goten giggled. "Who carries who?"
That familiar roguish grin spread over Trunks's face. "Easy, we take turns, like we do with everything else." Sweeping Goten into his arms, he took several large, exaggerated steps inside. "Welcome home, Son Goten Briefs!" he declared theatrically. Goten hopped out of his arms, and then they ran back outside.
"My turn now!" Goten said, caught up in the joy and romance of the moment. Trunks practically jumped into his embrace, and Goten likewise marched inside with an air of hammy pomposity. "Welcome home, Son Trunks Briefs!" Trunks climbed out of his arms, and for a moment the new husbands just smiled at each other.
Trunks broke the spell with a laugh. "Look at us, gazing into one another's eyes like we're in some cheesy chick flick. We're being so sappy you could make maple syrup out of us!"
Goten laughed as well. "We're being so sweet we could cause problems for diabetics!"
-S-B-
They had kept trying to one-up each other like that the whole time they were at Capsule Corp. and almost until they had reached their honeymoon destination. That had been a wonderful day. Their relationship had always been unbreakable, but…had their wedding made it more unbreakable? Could something that was unbreakable become more unbreakable? Goten wasn't sure. That sounded like one of those philosophical questions that made his head hurt.
Arriving at their living quarters, he laid Trunks down on their bed and removed his shoes, then pulled the sheet up over him. He kissed his forehead and turned to go, but a strong pair of arms wrapped around his waist. "Goten," Trunks murmured drowsily, "Stay. Please."
"Of course," he replied as he took off his own shoes.
As Goten climbed into bed, Trunks pulled him close. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"Being you."
"Easier than being anyone else. I love you."
"Love…you…too," Trunks mumbled. The snoring resumed a moment later.
-S-B-
"I can't take the day off!" Trunks protested from his bed the next morning.
"You can and you will," Goten said, standing over him. He was usually quite happy to let his husband have his way, but when he made a decision he felt was important he could be as stubborn as his mother. "You need rest."
"But who'll run the company?" He tried to sit up and leave the bed, but Goten pushed him onto his elbows again.
"It can run itself for a day. I'll e-mail all the vice-presidents and tell 'em they're on their own today and not to make any big decisions until Monday."
"But…but…"
"No buts." He folded his arms, and Trunks sighed in defeat, dropping onto his back.
"All right, you win. Today is a free day. I'll try and rest."
"Good." Goten's normal smile returned. "I'll go send that e-mail real quick and then how about we have breakfast in bed together?"
Trunks smiled as well. "That sounds wonderful," he conceded.
Breakfast in bed for two demi-Saiyans was a crowded affair, with trays occupying almost every inch of the bed. Each tray was crammed with plates and cups. Every now and then one of the lovers would feed the other, but given the speed they were eating at, about half of the delivered food ended up smeared on their faces. Neither of them minded. This was great fun. Finally, all the trays had been emptied and tossed onto the floor, where the housekeeping robots were already picking them up and returning them to the kitchens. Trunks and Goten collapsed backwards, letting out simultaneous sighs of satisfaction.
"How are you feeling?" Goten asked.
"Much better. You?"
"Pretty good too. Whatcha wanna do now?"
Trunks thought for a second. "Let's get a little more sleep. Then we'll find something fun to do."
-S-B-
After their nap, they did indeed find something fun to do. They snuggled on a couch together and had a marathon of some their favorite childhood movies, devouring bowls of popcorn and nachos. They kept going back and forth between making fun of the movies and getting sucked into them just like when they were kids.
Every now and then Vegeta would stomp by, muttering "Lazy brats" in a tone designed to be heard. They ignored him. After all, they did still train for a few hours every weekend, enough to keep their power growing. Maybe it didn't earn Vegeta's approval, but then again, so few things did.
When they ended up back in bed together that night, Trunks said, "You were right. I really needed that free day."
"If there's one thing I know about, it's how to take care of you," Goten replied.
"You know about a lot more than that," Trunks admonished gently. "But yeah, you're always so good to me. Now let's get rested up for our house-hunting trip tomorrow. Love you, Goten."
"Love you, Trunks."
Not long after, the room was filled with the sound of snoring; two different patterns, but blending together so closely as to be almost indistinguishable.
