Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with a quite 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: 1463

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #26- Parties II (Revised)

Goten had gone through at least seven cups of the spiked juice, and he was finally feeling pleasantly buzzed.

Finishing off his eighth cup, he leaned contently against the snack table. Drumming his fingers against his thigh to the rhythm of the blaring music, he watched as the party unfolded before him. He was beginning to get bored, and was ready to rejoin Trunks—wherever Mele had dragged him off too.

Just as he was about to push himself off of the table and begin his pursuit, he spotted the last person he ever wanted to see coming his way.

Goten often wondered why the universe hated him so.

Goten gave an annoyed sigh and narrowed his eyes. Cayon only grinned.

"Well, well, if it isn't little Go-Go! How have ya been? I haven't seen you since your birthday party."

"Yeah, there's a reason for that," Goten replied.

"Really? Why's that?" Cayon asked with an arched brow.

"I don't like you."

Cayon laughed. "Ah, right. That has been established." He then stuffed his hands into his pockets. "So, I heard about Blue-eye's accident. Is he alright?"

"You see him over there don't you?"

Cayon looked over his shoulder. Due to people shifting out of the way, Trunks was able to be seen even from this distance. He was sitting on a windowsill, Haru and Junna on either side of him, with Mele sitting on the floor in front of them. There were other teenagers that Goten more or less recognized. They must've been from Trunks' grade.

Once Cayon got an eyeful, he turned back around to face Goten. "So, why is he all the way over there, when you're over here? Did he finally get tired of you?"

"Not that it's any of your business"—Goten wrapped his arms defensively around his chest—"but we don't have to be attached at hip every second of the day."

Cayon grunted in reply (and Goten was very pissed that the noise still managed to sound attractive), before looking back at Trunks, his eyes roaming over his form.

"Hey, Go-Go, doesn't this kind of remind you of that night?"

Goten didn't bother holding in his growl. "Don't you fucking start with me, Cayon."

He ignored him. "You know, I bet he got drunk on purpose. Just because he knew I'd be there. I mean, it's seems a bit unrealistic that he not only drank enough to get drunk, but drank so much that he seriously forgot, don't you think? Maybe he remembers, and just doesn't want to tell you..."

"Cayon—"

"Calm down, Go-Go, I'll stop," the blonde-brunet answered, keeping his eyes on Trunks.

Goten didn't like the way he was watching Trunks' at all. He was just about ready to snap, when Cayon turned back around. There was an unreadable expression on his face.

"You know, I almost feel sorry for you."

Goten felt his brow twitch. "What are you talking about?"

"The fact that you think it'll ever work between you and Trunks."

Goten gaped. "Excuse me?"

Cayon's dark eyes widened in disbelief. "You really don't know what I'm talking about, do you? I knew you were dense, but not that dense."

"I am not dense!"

Cayon's rolled his eyes. "It's a miracle you guys lasted this long. Seven months. Wow. I didn't know Trunks had it in him."

Goten could feel the last of his patience slipping away. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

Cayon shook his head. "As much as I really don't like you, I hate to be the one to say this. You do know that you and Trunks are going to break-up sooner rather than later, right?"

If looks could kill... "I know that you want my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean—"

"It's not that, Goten. You just don't know Trunks like I do."

Did he really just? "Are you seriously trying to stay that you're closer to him than I am?"

Cayon shook his head again. "I'm not saying we're closer, and I bet you do know Trunks very well, but there are still things about him that you don't know. Tell me, Goten, how many girlfriends has Trunks had?"

Goten drew a blank. "So what?"

"Twenty-five, if you want to call them that."

"What is your point?" Goten asked in irritation. So what if Cayon kept a tally on how many girlfriends Trunks had? That didn't mean anything.

"My point is that while you've been a grade behind us, I've always been with Trunks. I know how he treats people, and why he never keeps any of his girlfriends."

Goten felt like he was talking to a toddler. "That's because he doesn't like girls, Cayon."

Cayon crossed his arms. "That's not the only reason, Go-Go. Did you know that Trunks even had a couple of boyfriends before you?"

Goten stopped short. He hadn't known that.

"I'll be fair—I doubt he's fucked them. They all touched him though, the same way you do, and he still didn't care about them. Are you starting to catch onto what I'm telling you?"

Goten glared, hard.

Cayon moaned in exasperation. "You really are an idiot! You want to know the reason why you've been dating over half a year, and he still hasn't said 'I love you'? It's because Trunks doesn't! He isn't serious about you; he isn't serious about anyone! The only reason he hasn't dumped you, is because you're his best friend!

"You don't see the way Trunks acts around other people, but I do. I watched Trunks screw people over. I was the one he came and talked to, because he was afraid of what you'd think of him. I've seen his pattern enough times to know where this is going. You can think you're special all you want, but you're not. Face it, Go-Go, if he's not already tired of you then he will be soon, and you'll be just like the others."

"You're wrong." Goten didn't like the feeling brewing in the pit of his gut.

Cayon shook his head. "I'm not. Look, I'm only telling you this for your own sake. You'll thank me later."

White-hot rage bloomed in his chest. "Thank you for spreading lies about my boyfriend? Fuck you, Cayon! I know that this is just another one of your shitty ass plans to try and break us—"

"Shut up and look at the facts!" Cayon snapped. "You and him are like two different people. You both belong into completely different leagues than one another, and you know it! You may both be aliens, but that's where your similarities end.

"Do you know what Trunks needs? He needs someone intelligent. He needs someone sophisticated. He needs someone on his level. He needs someone who won't hold him back. He needs someone who can make him forget about you."

Cayon grabbed his wrists, and pushed him against the wall—... Just like he had Trunks that night...—and whispered in his ear, "He needs someone like me."

Goten felt sick.

"He's a real tease, don't you think? But that's okay, because when Trunks is finally to be done with you, he'll be all mine." He hummed. "I can't wait until he lets me taste his lips again. I doubt I'll have to wait lo—"

Goten yanked his wrist free and punched his face.

Cayon's body slammed against the ground like a ragdoll. Blood oozed from his split nose down his motionless face. Everyone around them seemed to drunk to notice.

Goten's chest rose and fell rapidly, but he couldn't calm himself down. His nails were nearly cutting his palms in his clenched fists. His eyes were screwed shut as tightly as they could. His body burned all over with anger and shame.

Cayon was a liar, Goten knew that. Any other day he'd never doubt that. But his brain was too fuzzy; his thoughts were too jumbled. Any other day he'd know better, but now all the wrong words were racing through his brain.

—I was the one he came and talked to—

He never told me about his past relationships. He never told me what was wrong at the playground. He never told me he wanted to leave...

—You want to know the reason why you've been dating over half a year, and he still hasn't said 'I love you'—

Why does he even know that?

Trunks never said he loved him...

He was stomping. Trunks was getting closer. He stopped in front of him. Trunks smiled at him. The smile made Goten's chest hurt even worse.

"We need to talk," he heard himself say. He grabbed Trunks' wrist. He walked towards the staircase.

"Hey," he heard Trunks say. "Are you okay?"

"No." Even now, Goten was always honest. "I'm not."

TBC