Ch 10

Goten woke up to the sound of his phone vibrating. Looking towards the sound, he realized he was resting on top of something warm and solid. Realizing he was lying on top of his sleeping boyfriend, he carefully reached for his phone.

"He—hello," Goten whispered.

"Goten, why are you whispering?"

"Hold on," said Goten as he carefully got off his boyfriend, put on his boxers, and made his way to the bathroom, locking the door. "Videl, I'm sorry I got caught up in something, and I needed to see Trunks."

"Well you're needed back here at the studio."

"I'm on my way Videl. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"How is that possible? It's miles away from where you are."

"Instant transmission. See you soon Videl. Bye!" he said as he hung up, took a quick shower. got out, dried his body, and then came into the bedroom to put on the clothes he wore the night before.

"Chi—chibi," said a sleepy Trunks as he sat up in bed.

Goten smiled sadly at his boyfriend. "I—I'm sorry Trunks I have to get back. I wish I could stay longer, but—

Trunks smiled. "It's all right Goten," he said as he got up with the bed sheet wrapped around his waist. He stood before his boyfriend and reached out to caress his face before leaning into him and kissing him on the lips. "I'll see you when I see you chibi."

"I love you Trunks," he said as he hugged him. "I just want you to take care of yourself."

Trunks smiled. "You worry too much. I'll be all right," he said as he rubbed Goten's back.

"You better be by the time I get back."

Trunks stood back as he watched his boyfriend use instant transmission. When he disappeared from his site, Trunks felt incompleteness fill his body. Trying to let that feeling go for now, Trunks got ready for the day.

Walking out of his soundproof capsule home on the Briefs property, he made his way to Capsule Corp. Inside the building he made his way to his office. His employees greeted him, and he greeted them back. Closing the door of his office, he sighed as he sat at his desk. He saw his schedule and knew a long day awaited him.

On his break Trunks took the time to reflect on last night and he smiled. He remembered how good it felt to have Goten in his arms again. He had never felt so complete in his life, but he knew he couldn't ask him to stay. Goten had his dream to follow, and Trunks would't stand in the way of what made his boyfriend happy.

"Good evening Mr. Briefs."

His album was done recording by the end of the day, and Goten went out with his manager Videl and the people who helped him put the album together. Honestly he didn't feel like celebrating.

"You did great work Goten. I'm very proud of you."

"Thanks Videl I appreciate everything you've done for me. I know it can't be easy being away from your family."

"They're your family to, but they understand why I'm doing this. Anyway I've noticed that you seem distracted. How is Trunks?"

"I don't know. I mean he says he's fine, but I can't help but worry. What if these nightmares kill him?"

"I don't think anyone's died from their nightmares Goten. You can only be there for him and if you feel he's in real danger, then you need to step in."

"Ok."

"Why don't you try and enjoy the party?" said Videl. "Try some of the food," she smiled.

Getting up from his table, he made his way over to the table of food. Putting food on his plate, he was about to make his way back to the table when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Mr. Son."

"Hello Mr. Rose I want to thank you for producing my album."

"It was my pleasure Goten. I'm sure you will have a lot of success."

"Thank you Mr. Rose."

"Call me Jon. So, I heard from your manager that you had something to take care of last night?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry I was a little late to finish recording the album. It's just that someone very important to me needed me last night."

"You're a caring man Goten. You need to develop tougher skin to survive in this business."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that, and you have no idea what I'm made of."

"I'm sorry for presuming who you are. It's just I've seen a lot of successful artists fall because they couldn't handle the pressures of this industry."

"I understand what you're saying, but I'll be just fine."

"Uh hey you're bleeding from your neck," said Jon.

Goten felt a bite mark on his neck. "Oh shoot," said Goten as he patted down the wound with a napkin.

"It looks like that someone who was very important gave you a hickey," smirked Jon.

"Yeah, Trunks Briefs," he said as he looked at the bite mark with fondness.