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: 982

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #21- Heatwave II (Revised)

Trunks ignored the questioning look he received from Chi-Chi as he stormed from the Son household. He took to the sky, and set off on his way back towards his own home.

Goten didn't understand anything. He didn't know the reason Trunks wanted to go so badly; what right did he have to scream at him?

'Well maybe he'd know the reason, if I just told him...'

Trunks growled and shook his head. What did it matter if he told him? Goten only cared about what he wanted. He had no regard at all for the position Trunks was.

Before he knew it, he was home. He barged inside and immediately headed for the kitchen. He needed something, anything, to drown his anger in.

In the kitchen, he threw open the cupboards doors where he knew his mother kept her stash of alcohol. Knowing fully well that he'd be in a shitload of trouble (with both of his parents) he ripped off the stoppers, and downed a bottle. He did so again with a second bottle.

He was so angry. Who the hell did Goten think he was to demand such things from him? If they weren't dating, Goten would have cared, but it wouldn't have mattered so much to him!

'But we are dating, that's why it matters...'

Trunks growled, and finished off the second bottle of the mystery liquids. It was gross, and it burned. He had never really been much of a drinker, but Cayon was always going on about 'drowning his sorrows in some good alcohol'. Maybe it would work for him too.

He didn't know how many bottles he went through before he realized he was thoroughly drunk. He didn't feel better at all. He felt worse.

'Goten would be mad if he found out I was listening to Cayon...'

Dropping his half-finished bottle, he turned and stalked out the front door. He passed through the gates, and stormed down the vacant street. Perhaps a walk would clear his head.

It was scorching hot. It was so hot that he could see the heat radiating off of the pavement for what seemed like miles. It was making him dizzy. He was nauseous, his head hurt, and his tongue begged for water. He continued to walk though. He wasn't going to let a little heat get to him.

Gasping a bit in the suffocatingly dry air, he pulled off his shirt, and dropped it. The sun burned down on his shoulders and neck, but he kept going. This trek wasn't even really about clearing his head by now. He was a Saiyan, and he wasn't going to let a little heat stop him.

He pressed his hand to his forehead. The skin wasn't wet, but was actually dry. That must've meant it wasn't as hot outside as he thought it was right?

He staggered a bit in his step, before vomiting on the ground in front of him. He blamed it on the alcohol. Disgraceful. He could even walk down the fucking street.

Growling, he continued, not even sure where he was going. He had to keep going though, because he knew that if he went home, all those bad feelings would come back. He refused to do that.

Goten just didn't get it. If he did, then this fight wouldn't have even happened. He knew that, he knew that, but—

'I really hurt his feelings.'

He didn't understand why it was so hard for him to get his emotions across. It always had been, and it probably always would be. He couldn't tell Goten what was actually wrong. It was too humiliating to talk about.

'Now he's going to break-up with me, and then he'll be happy that I'm leaving.'

Trunks stopped in his tracks. No, he didn't want that. That was horrible. He didn't want that at all. He deserved it, though. It was his fault. He had really hurt Goten—he knew he had, he could see it in his eyes—and there was no way to take it back.

'What if he really doesn't forgive me? I'm going to lose him. I'm going to lose him. I'm going to... to...'

Trunks was on his knees. His body was burning all over. he could hardly breathe. His muscles ached, and all he could hear was his pulse beating rapidly. The street seemed to be stained red, and it was blinding him. It was when he began to vomit again that his mind clicked in realization.

Something was very wrong.

'Wow, looks like I'm the stupid one,' he thought before collapsing.

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Goten's head snapped up. He could feel it—Trunks' energy had just dropped dramatically. What the hell happened? His energy had been fluctuating awkwardly, and now suddenly it was like Trunks went from being as alive as ever, to being...

Goten hopped off of his bed. He burst through his window, shattering the glass into a million useless shards.

He had to get there now.

He flew as fast as he could, his hair stained blond as he headed in the direction of Trunks' quickly diminishing energy. His mind was racing, and his heart was pounding painfully as he zoomed through the air.

'Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay...'

From his distance, he could see his shirtless boyfriend lying in a heap on the ground. His skin was flushed red, and he was completely motionless. Goten could also see that Vegeta was already there, and was gathering his unconscious son in his arms. Their gazes met for a second, and Goten saw his own distress mirrored back at him.

Vegeta held their contact for a moment, before turning and heading towards where Goten knew the nearest hospital was. He trailed quickly after Vegeta. For the second time that day, tears pricked in the back of his eyes.

'Please, Trunks... You have to be okay...'

TBC