Angry mutters were whispered out under heavy breathing, he still couldn't believe that Marron had said those things. Did she actually believe that he would believe it for a moment? Look at how Trunks' personality had changed in the weeks they had been together! He just couldn't believe it, he was Trunks' guardian angel. Trunks couldn't hurt him.

"So when are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Trunks said his eyes locked on Goten as they raced down the street. The ride was feeling quite uncomfortable. They had got in the car without so much as a hello and had raced off without waiting for Marron; he knew there was something wrong but Goten just wouldn't talk to him.

"Never!" The other hissed out loudly.

The lavender haired man let out a sigh and peeked into the backseat, was it something that had happened with Marron? Was he the one at fault for all this? "Goten, where's Marron?"

"Not here!" Again the hiss stung the air.

Trunks bit onto his bottom lip. Had she told him and that's why he was in such a bitter mood? Did Goten ask Marron to find another way home because he wanted to confront Trunks alone? He almost began to wish that his mother would be waiting at the Son's house to tell him it was safe to come home.

Goten suddenly stopped and swerved off the road throwing the car into park before sighing loudly and leaning his head onto the steering wheel. He didn't know what to do but being rude to Trunks was just making him feel worse. He wanted to show Marron that he had total faith in Trunks; he wanted to show her that the lavender haired man would never hurt him.

Blue eyes widened for a minute before they shot over to look out the window, "Is there something you want to talk about?" He didn't want to hear what he knew was coming, he didn't want to hear that he knew what was going on and that he was not going to stand for this shit, he didn't want to hear that he hurt his Greek god, his guardian angel, the man he loved.

Goten snorted and rose his head off the steering wheel. He didn't even want to go to prom, why would she make up something so ludicrous? Why would she lie about a bet on something that she knew he would never do? It was all so frustrating and annoying and just… arg!

"Goten, I am ready to hear whatever you want to say," Trunks said biting harder onto his lower lip with such effort that it should've ripped opened. He wanted to hurt himself to heal the pain that burn in his chest. He wanted to prove that he never intended to hurt the other; he wanted to show that the bet was nothing! He wanted to lose it, he wanted to see Brandon's face gloat as he smiled and handed the money back.

"I want to go to prom with you, Trunks Briefs," Goten said in a clear voice. He was sure that when prom night was over and nothing had happened to hurt him, that Marron would apologize and realize her mistake. He wanted to show her that Trunks was his and his alone!

"What are you talking about? You hate that shit."

"I said I wanted to go with you… are you saying you don't want to go with me?"

As Trunks turned his head to look back at the other, Goten quickly hide the pain that had just flashed across his face. He felt rejected, he felt used, and he felt unwanted and unloved. He wished he hadn't said anything.

"No… I mean yes… well, I mean I wasn't actually planning on going myself, I really didn't want to…" It was true. He didn't want to go and break Goten's heart, to have him laughed at and mocked. He wanted to protect the other. He wanted to make him smile and be happy.

"Will you go for me?" The raven-haired man turned his head towards the window to hide the pain that had overwhelmed his features.

Thoughts began to cloud the eyes of Trunks, locking his throat. He didn't want to say yes because it would hurt the other in the long run but no didn't seem like a much better answer. Both decisions seemed unappealing. He needed sometime to think about it.

"Goten, would you let me have till the end of the night to decide?" He said taking one of the other's hands in his own, "Chances are that I am not going to be able to say no to you, I just want to find the perfect words." That should buy him some time to decide what to do.

The rest of the ride home was spent in silence. Goten had been slightly shattered to feel the other's rejection and Trunks, he had contemplated every possible option in his mind. It had not been an easy task.

He laid across the picnic table in the backyard with his blue orbs locked onto the sky above. He had come here right when they had got home and after going through a hundred different positions, his mind was still in utter chaos. He didn't know what to say or do; should he bring the other to prom and have the possibility of crushing his hopes there or should he play the coward and crush them before hand?

"Fuck!" He screamed into the brisk night air.

"Feeling guilty?" A voice broke the silence around him. It was strange he hadn't heard any footsteps approaching.

The lavender haired man quickly shot up into a sitting position and quickly glanced towards where the voice had come from, "Marron?"

"Yeah," she said walking over and sitting next to him with a box in her lap. He could see some of the contents of the box. A black sweater, a Manson CD and a couple of videos, they must have all been Goten's.

"What are you doing here?"

"Goten went insane on me when I told him about the bet. He assumed that I was just trying to lie to him to steal you… kind of pathetic, after so many years he doesn't know what I am really like," she said moving the box off your lap and setting it down beside her, "Why are you out here alone?"

"Contemplating…" He said laying his face into his hands, "Marron, Goten asked me to prom today and I don't know what I should do."

She sighed and took a strand of hair into her fingers, "You were never going to ask him, were you?"

Trunks turned his head out of his hands to stare at her, "Didn't plan on it, I told you the bet was nothing. I told you that I was planning on losing it…."

"And if I had never said anything, none of this would actually have happened, would it?"

"Nope."

Marron bite her bottom lip and continued to play with her hair, "Couldn't you tell Brandon to fuck off? Just give him the money back and tell him that Goten is more important then some stupid bet?"

Trunks sighed and put his head back into his hands, "It looks like that's what I am going to have to do after all."

The blonde stood up and flashed a smile at him, "Would you please make sure that Goten gets his stuff? I would bring it in myself but he probably doesn't want to see me, he called me a cunt."

"Goten are you asleep?" Trunks said rolling over onto his side to stare at the man in the other bed.

"This had better be good preppy," Goten said raising his head and looking over at the other.

The blue-eyed man couldn't help but smile as he stared at the other, "Want to go to prom with me?"

"Yes, is that everything?"

"Yeah, just wanted to know."

"Good," Goten said laying back in his bed, "Now shut up and let me sleep."

The morning had been excellent so far. Trunks eyes opened to a gentle kiss from his lover, breakfast was delicious, and now they had arrived at school with enough time that he could confront his former friend and get out of the bet, it was running too smoothly.

He found Brandon surrounded by the usual crowd in the usual hallway. If lady luck was really going to help him out here, she could have at least have let him find the other when he was alone!

Trunks sighed as he moved forward pulling out four hundred dollars from his pocket, "Brandon, we need to talk now," he said pushing his way through the crowd and coming to stand face to face with the other.

"What's up Trunks? Where are the freaks?" He said with a sly smile curving up his lips, "Almost didn't recognize you without them."

He thrust the money into the other's chest who was quick to grab it, "I'm out, I can't do it. Hate me if you want, call me a pussy but I'm not hurting my friends!" He said talking a step away, "Goten is an amazing guy, he doesn't deserve to be hurt and I'll make sure that he isn't."

Ok, so there's one more chapter to this and I have a lot to sum up in it. I don't think many of you will like it but it's the way the story ends. After I complete this story, I will be starting a new one called Cinderella Syndrome as I work on BoTH and Shut Up And Kiss Me revisions (is that a real word?). I am expecting a lot of flames after the next chapter so I would like everyone to begin writing a 'Review' for how you are going to kill me and post it for the final chapter, something my sister and I decided upon. The winner will get a special treat that I am not going to reveal just yet but it will be worth it. Was kind of hoping for a review before I posted this chapter…. Maybe I will wait for one for the next chapter.