Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with quite a complex series such as Dragon ball Z. I don't own it, nor do I wish I owned it, because that sounds like a lot of work...

Summary: 31 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' first summer as a couple.

Word count: 1130

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #10- Movies (Revised)

It wasn't long before the two boys reached the conjoined movie theater. Just as Goten was about to lead them towards the ticket counter, Trunks held his ground.

"You know what? I kind of need a haircut," the he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. It wasn't a total lie: his signature hairstyle was getting a bit longer than usual, but you would only notice if you were used to seeing the same short haircut that Trunks had literally his entire life.

"Okay, we'll stop at the barber's after the movie," Goten said as he nudged Trunks with his shoulder. The other teen only grumbled as he glared a hole into the floor.

"Hey, you don't have to see the movie if you don't want to," Goten tried to say sincerely, but his voice was full of teasing.

"Shut up, Goten, just get the fucking tickets and lets go," despite his annoyance with the him, Trunks did not release his hand as he directed them towards the ticket counter.

There were only a few housewives and grandparents with their kids in front of them (it was a Tuesday morning, after all), so it wouldn't be long before they had to pay.

"Hey, uh, Trunks," Goten spoke as they neared the front of the line.

Trunks did not make eye contact, but graced Goten with a grunt.

"Well um, I hate to ask this of you considering I suggested the movie but... uh..."

"You're broke." Trunks rolled his eyes. "Shocker."

"Heh," Goten rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

The Trunks gave another eye roll, but seemed otherwise unbothered as they stepped up to the counter.

Trunks fished with his free hand for his wallet as Goten spoke to the woman behind the counter. With a bright, polite smile, he requested their tickets.

The woman smiled, and flicked her hair over her shoulder. "Sure thing, sweetie."

Trunks didn't even look at the cost as he pulled out his debit card and handed it to the woman with an almost bored expression.

Ah, it must be wonderful being rich.

The woman handed him back the card, and printed out their tickets. She handed them to Goten, who took them with another pleasant smile.

"Thank you," Goten told her, tugging his boyfriend along.

"You're welcome. You two have fun," she replied with a wink. Trunks' cheeks colored as Goten mouthed back 'will do'.

It wasn't long (not long enough for Trunks) before they approached their theater. The electronic board above the entrance reading their movie title and the time. They were almost fifteen minutes late, so the previews were probably ending soon if they hadn't already.

Trunks sighed and unconsciously tightened his grip on Goten's hand as they passed the threshold into the dark room. Goten almost felt bad for Trunks, who already seemed to be shaking in nerves, when they hadn't even sat down.

But then again, it was always fun to see the elder squirm.

This movie was currently very popular right now, but thankfully given the time, there were quite a few seats open. He spotted two empty ones in the back right corner, and dragged Trunks towards the dark red chairs.

"So, babe," Goten propped his elbow on the armrest, cradling his chin with his hand as he stared up at his boyfriend, "getting scared yet?"

"Piss off, Goten," the lavender grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. The theater darkened, signaling the beginning of the movie.

Goten put his hands up in surrender and leaned back to watch the opening scene. It probably wouldn't be long before Trunks was screaming like a little girl and begging they leave.

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They were halfway through the movie, and Goten thought that he might scream like a little girl.

The setting of the entire theater was just as it was in the trailers (Goten wondered how theaters could even have audience reacts in the trailers when movie hadn't even been release yet but whatever). Girlfriends screaming and burying their faces in their boyfriend's shoulders, boyfriends jumping with fear, trying their best to remain unaffected. The movie was creepy, he'd give it that. It had been a while since a movie actually scared him.

Wait. If this movie was enough to scare even him, then... Oh shit...

Goten surprisingly hadn't been paying much attention to his partner, because he was too busy having the shit scared out of him. He mentally kicked himself when he looked over and took in the sight beside him.

Trunks was in his seat, his knees drawn up tight to his chest. His knuckles were enclosed between his teeth, and his body shook just the slightest bit. Was Trunks crying? No, this wasn't enough to make him cry, but his eyes were definitely glossier than usual, pinned onto the screen because even like this he was too stubborn to look away.

Goten was really pissed with himself now. He knew Trunks was going to freak (that had been the desired effect) but he didn't think Trunks would be fucking terrified! The situation wasn't funny anymore, and he could only blame it on himself being the worst boyfriend ever.

He leaned over, and planted his lips on Trunks' cheek. The elder jumped at the touch and turned to face him. Goten slid his hand to rub against Trunks' cheek before resting it behind his lavender head, pulling him in for a kiss. Goten relished in his soft lips for a moment, before pulling away.

"I'm sorry," he said simply, very, very much ashamed of himself.

Trunks didn't reply at first, but pressed his forehead against Goten's. Goten guessed that was his way of saying he was forgiven. He hoped.

"This movie is going to give me nightmares..." Trunks whispered after a moment, his voice almost sensual, but Goten could tell he was serious and it probably took a lot out of him to admit that.

"Then maybe you should sleep over my house. My mom said my snores were so bad that all our ghosts and monsters reevaluated their life choices and became good, upstanding accountants in their efforts to get away from me and that I should follow their example."

That earned him a snort. "Well considering you're the one who made me watch this shit in the first place, you should sleep over my house."

Goten smirked, but in truth, he didn't feel any of the stirrings in his groin that a request like that usually invoked. All he wanted was to hold Trunks close and make all those scared feelings go away.

He grabbed Trunks' hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on. Let's blow this popsicle stand."

No demons would bother Trunks tonight. Goten would make sure of that.

End