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: 1343
Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.
Our First Summer
Drabble #29- Camping (Revised)
Goten was awakened by a knock on his door. He ignored the thumping fist against his door, and simply waited for the mystery person to give up, and let them self in.
A moment later, his older brother peered into the room. This was the second time he had come up. The rest of his family had all come up (though he knows his dad only did so at his mother's urgings), trying to understand just why he was so miserable. He appreciated their efforts, but he just couldn't tell them. He wasn't ready to explain how much of an idiot he'd been.
"Hey, bro," Gohan said softly, closing the door behind him with his free hand.
Goten graced him with eye contact.
"I brought you some breakfast," his brother stated, displaying the tray full of his mother's cooking.
Goten knocked his blanket away and forced himself into a sitting position. He was starving, but didn't have the energy to eat. All he really wanted to do was to go back to sleep.
His stomach loudly disagreed with that plan. He accepted the tray.
The brothers were silent as Goten nibbled on his toast. He normally started with bacon, because he loved it the most. He didn't feel like enjoying anything at the moment, though, so he started with his least favorite: toast.
Trunks loves toast. He always eats his with butter and strawberry jam. Then when he eats it, his upper lip gets sticky, and he'll let Goten kiss...
He should've started with the bacon.
"So, Goten," Gohan started, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "I came in to tell you that we will be leaving later this evening, so be ready."
Goten furrowed his brow in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"The camping trip, Goten."
Oh right. Goten groaned in annoyance. Ever since the whole Majin Buu thing, the 'gang' held a camping trip every year, in an effort to stay in touch. The last time that Goku went had been about five years ago (three days was simply too long to go without training), but that didn't stop the younger Sons from going.
Goten flopped back onto the bed. "I'm not really in the mood this year, Gohan."
"Come on," his brother huffed. "You've been lying in this bed for days and it isn't healthy. You have to get out of the house. It'll be good for you."
"I really don't think it will be," he answered. He would be there, after all, and Goten couldn't see him. He wasn't ready yet.
"Yes it will, so be ready by seven. Don't think you aren't going. I'll drag you there, and you know I'm not kidding."
"Gohan, stoooooooop," he groaned as his brother strolled out of his room door.
"Trust me, Goten, this will be good for you," Gohan called back, before disappearing down the hall.
'Easy for you to say,' Goten thought as he rolled over and went back to sleep.
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Gohan returned hours later. He shook his head in disappointment at seeing Goten very much in the same position he'd left him in. Gohan then helped himself to Goten's drawers, and packed the necessary clothes in a capsule, along with a hairbrush, toothbrush, and any other necessities. Once that was done, Gohan threw his younger brother over his shoulder, ignoring the protests. With a quick goodbye to his mother, he flew off, with Goten in his possession, and Pan flying alongside of him.
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Goten plopped down onto the log behind him, defeated. Gohan urged him to change out of his old pajamas, but the fresh clothes did little to improve his mood. He had managed polite greetings with everyone, but had no energy for more much more than that. All he wanted to do was crawl back into his bed. Why was he here again?
He glared over at Gohan, who was chatting with Krillin, Yamcha, and Oolong. He had been here for an hour, and the queasy feeling in his stomach grow with each passing second. Trunks would be here soon.
He buried his face in his hands. He had to keep it together. He could make it three days. He could.
He wouldn't, but no one could say he hadn't tried.
Suddenly, he sensed the air shifting. An air car had landed near them.
Stepping out of the vehicle was Bulma Brief, who was helping her daughter out of the seat, and onto the ground. Bra was instantly noticed by Pan, and the two girls caught each other in a desperate hug, as if they hadn't seen each other in ages. Inwardly laughing (he didn't have the drive to laugh out loud) at the two ridiculous girls, he brought his attention back to Bulma. The woman was leaning into the vehicle, her body slightly quivering as she spoke in the awkward position.
Goten's heart pounded as the woman pulled herself out of the vehicle, slowly followed by a head of lavender. Once the boy was out of the aircraft, he was quickly attacked by Pan, who had jumped up, and wrapped her tiny limbs around him.
"Trunks, I missed you!"
"I missed you too, Panny," Trunks answered with a tired smile. The elder's voice was weary as he spoke. Goten was somewhat surprised.
He was far more surprised by how different Trunks looked. Never in his life had Goten seen him that way.
For starters, he was wearing glasses. He didn't have awful eyesight like Gohan, but poor enough vision that he still was required to wear prescription glasses. Trunks never wore them though, and opted to wear contacts instead. His clothes were horribly wrinkled, and his normally immaculate hair was replaced by a wild nest of lavender.
The worst of it, though, was hidden underneath the glasses. His eyes were the dullest blue Goten had ever seen.
Goten barely recognized him. Trunks looked... a hell of a lot like Goten felt.
Goten wanted to know why. He suspected the reason, but he knew better than to hope. Besides, is that what he's come too? Hoping for the love of his life to feel the same pain he does?
Before their eyes could meet, Goten turned away.
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Almost an hour had passed, and no words had transpired between them. Goten could hear just how much the others were enjoying themselves as the night progressed. Goten, however, had no desire to move from his log, and across from him, Trunks apparently felt the same way.
The campfire burned brightly between them. Their eyes strayed to each other many times, but they quickly looked away before they could make eye contact. The whole situation was, for the most part, extremely awkward and more than a little unnerving.
He could feel Trunks' eyes on him again.
Why, oh why did this have to be so awkward?
Goten knew the only way to get Trunks' eyes off of him was to look up himself—they had been playing this stupid game for the past hour, after all. With that in mind, he begrudgingly trailed his eyes up from his lap, but froze in place at what met him.
Trunks hadn't looked away.
Black met blue. The fire burned between them, but it did nothing to mask the raw emotion, the raw hurt in those vulnerable eyes.
It was too much. Goten never wanted Trunks to feel this way.
Trunks stood so abruptly, that Goten jumped. Trunks spared him a final glance, before turning away, and walking off into the woods. He disappeared quickly.
'No more,' Goten thought as he rose to his feet. He was hurting, and the thought of getting up and chasing after someone who probably no longer wanted him made that feeling intensify. He would do it though, because Trunks was hurting. Goten promised himself that he would always be there when Trunks needed him, and he wasn't about to stop now.
Goten set after Trunks. It would hurt, and it might just make everything worse, but no one could say he hadn't tried.
TBC
