Such a busy day it was for you. The investment bank you worked at had you working like crazy around this time of year. The office was usually buzzing with side conversations and laughter however it was now only filled with the sounds of clicks and keyboard typing. It was crazy really, seeing even the goofiest coworkers stay quiet for a change.

Despite it only being noon, you already had enough of the bright computer screen. The blue light filter in your glasses no longer was sufficient in preventing another headache and you couldn't turn the brightness any lower. You glanced at the clock then back at the screen. It was time to eat.

You had been up since 6 a.m. doing the normal routine that prevented you from going insane: working out, making a coffee, doing the minimum to feel cleaned up, making breakfast. Calling yourself tired by noon was an understatement for you.

You closed down and put everything away near your desk. Exiting the office, you took the elevator down to the bottom floor and walked as fast as you could out of there. The blinding sunlight caused you to cover your eyes as you speed-walked past the door. Once you felt the fresh air, you took the largest breath to feel the freedom (that would only last an hour).

It was so warm outside, it felt like the sun was giving you a welcoming hug home. The slacks you were wearing could finally pick up on some heat that the office was missing.

Once your eyes adjusted to the brightness of the outside, you realized you didn't even know what you wanted to eat. However, you decided to distract yourself with the small errands that needed to be completed. One of those errands included getting another cup of coffee. You didn't know if you could push through the rest of the day without it.

Straightening your slacks, you started walking to the coffee shop that considered you the "pleasant regular". It was given to you after you consistently gave them at least five dollars in tips each time you paid a visit (which was every day, almost). It was next door, relieving you of having to get in your car to drive. Walking in, you almost moaned at the smell of wonderful coffee and the sight of a short line. You couldn't help but smile.

A very bored Goten was behind the counter, distracting himself with the swirling coffee and ice in the blender. He had been up since 4 a.m. opening the store with the manager since he was the fastest. He was also tired, but mostly bored. He waited until it was finished to open the blender with what felt like a torturous slow speed to him. He then poured it into a plastic cup and topped it with whipped cream before placing a plastic dome top on it and sliding it to the serving counter.

He couldn't believe that his mom stopped supporting his fashion fetishes and forced him to get a job. He could've worked at Capsule Corp with Trunks but he found that more deathly boring compared to this. Besides, there weren't any cute girls to ogle at, other than the secretary that Trunks already called dibs on.

Goten turned around to look at the next mobile order that printed out. He frowned at the sight of some complicated order that was behind the one he was starting to make. With muscle memory, he prepared espresso for the machine and placed a shot glass under it to catch the drip. He grabbed a milk carton and began to pour, letting his muscle memory take care of the rest. He looked up to see you at the front, being the next customer to place an order.

His eyes gleamed, admiring you looking at the small coffee bags that were on display on the shelves. You looked at the rustic decor with what he thought was admiration. You were his favorite with the reason being a bit more than you being considered a big tipper. You were the nicest person to look at and listen to amongst all of the morning and lunch crowds. He only took your order once when you came in one early morning, too lazy to make your own food and coffee that day.

He watched you discreetly as you placed your order at the front, placing himself next to the person who took it. His focus drowned the background noise out while listening to your voice. His heart beat a bit harder at your smile as you paid and his eyes followed you to the small waiting area to the right of him.

You started playing on your phone as you waited, only to hear your name and find your drink already made in front of you. You looked around at the other people, some of them that ordered before you were still waiting for their drinks. They were too busy to notice the order of names had been changed. You looked up to see the boy that passed the drink onto the serving counter. You couldn't help but question:

"Is this mine?"

The boy looked up towards you, his eyes still gleaming from seeing the first exciting person from the day. He nodded his head eagerly. You smiled and took your coffee.

"Thank you so much!"

Goten watched you take your leave while making the other drinks. He glanced at the five-dollar bill that was left in the tip cup that wasn't there before you came. She's so nice, he thought. He couldn't wait to see you again tomorrow.

You left to go pick up an order from Capsule Corporation. You placed an order to have some of the classic capsules. You would use them to replace luggage when you needed to go on a business trip, hopefully cutting down on airline fees. You drove there, not willing to take any more time away from your lunch. It was beginning to feel hot as well, and the slacks you were wearing weren't helping you cool off.

Quickly, you parked; you called earlier this morning so they were already aware of your forthcoming. You walked into the building, greeted by the beautiful secretary.

"Here to pick up an order?" she asked. You nodded in response. "Go ahead and just seat yourself over by the lobby, someone will be here in a moment." You sat down to the seat closest to the door, already eager to leave. You only waited a minute or so before you saw someone walking towards you with the capsules. You turned your head to find a lilac-haired man heading in your direction. You quickly stood up to meet him.

You knew the man as the son of the legendary Bulma Briefs. You didn't know much about him but overheard some info in the office from time to time. One of your coworkers happened to be close friends with Ms. Briefs. It was interesting to hear about their family business, to say the least. Seeing him for the first time took you aback; you couldn't deny the fact that he was good-looking (even with a bowl cut).

Trunks' eyes widened once they landed on you. It was his first time seeing you and you were the only other person he found attractive around the office other than his secretary. He quickly glanced at the way your slacks hugged your hips and how the light from outside kissed your face. He took in as much as he could of you before he had to finally give you the capsules you ordered. He cleared his throat.

"Are you Y/n?" He asked. You giggled a bit.

"I would hope so, future president and CEO." You teased. Another smile grew onto your face, a small blush appearing on Trunks' cheeks. He awkwardly laughed in an attempt to make his stare of awe not so obvious. You didn't care to notice though. You took your small package from him and raised your hand to wave. "I'll see you when I need a big thing pocket-sized again."

Trunks' responded with another awkward laugh. He waved goodbye while he watched you leave out the door, soaking everything about your presence into his mind. He took note of the way your hips swayed when you walked to your car. He was nearly hypnotized; he hoped it wasn't the last time he got to see you.

The day passed by with a dull quickness, too focused to notice it was almost 5 p.m. but not focused enough to move past the pain of your strained eyes. But as the day ended you couldn't help but feel grateful for your boring life. It was a steady routine that guaranteed health and sanity, and the moment you opened the door to your oasis you sighed in relief. It all felt so perfect, you worked so hard to get what you wanted and it was all finally here in front of you. You soon relaxed with honey-glazed salmon, asparagus, and a glass of wine. You looked at the package of capsules that was hand-delivered to you. Inside were supposed to be four capsules but you only managed to count three. You sighed, telling yourself that you would go back tomorrow to get the other. For now, you indulged in the rest of your free time as it was only 6:30.

Meanwhile, Goten was on the way to Capsule Corp after his shift. He chose to pick up some extra hours to prevent himself from getting bored at home. It was also to prevent him from waiting for Trunks to be relieved from his job. He flew at lightning speeds with Trunks' favorite iced coffee in his hands, careful not to drop or spill it.

As soon as he landed, he walked into the building and met his friend in his room. He was reading a book for one of his upcoming university classes. While Goten walked in, he playfully knocked on his open door. Trunks peered up from his book, smiling at his friend and the beverage in hand. Goten took a seat on his friend's soft mattress.

"So how was work?" Trunks asked, nose back into the book he was attempting to read. Goten leaned over to hand the coffee to his friend.

"It was... boring." Goten ultimately sighed. He had no other words to describe his days at work, though he tried to switch up his answers from time to time.

"As you usually say," Trunks closed the book in his lap and turned to shuffle some papers in his backpack, looking for some syllabi to reference. Goten laid back onto the mattress, relieving his back from being on his feet most of the day.

"I just don't get why I can't work as fast as I want to. Like, I don't understand the problem. Things would go a lot faster for everyone." He complained while gazing at the ceiling.

"Because people would be out of a job, Goten. You know, because other people can't work as fast." Goten nearly scoffed at his friend's explanation.

"Well, they need to go faster or something, I dunno."

Trunks frowned, knowing he was at a dead end with Goten and that there was no point in reasoning with him. There was no need to fire up another conversation with both of them being content with their presence. Trunks soon started doing homework while Goten started up one of his gaming consoles to play some video games. Goten stared at the endless selection of games in his digital library, unsure what to play.

"That lady came in today," Goten informed his friend.

"Who? Your favorite?" Trunks' eyes remained on his paper. Goten responded with an affirmative grunt. "Doesn't she come in every day?"

"Yeah."

"What do you like about her again?" Small musical hums came from the TV, with Goten finally deciding on a zombie game. Goten paused, realizing that the only thing he had memorized about you was your regular order at the cafe. He always made sure to admire you each time you came in but didn't think about how to accurately describe you.

"It's just the way she holds herself, bro. She just looks good I don't know how else to explain it." His eyes remained unmoved from the screen, inwardly debating whether to play online or solo.

"So unusual for you Goten, you would usually make some remark about her body of some sort by now." Trunks remarked. Inwardly, Trunks also notated that this was the second time he's spoken about this woman. He knew Goten had the confidence to shoot his shot but didn't understand why he hadn't.

"I mean, that too, but there's more. I think you just have to see her to know what I mean," Trunks peered up from his papers and cocked his eyebrows at him. He softly chuckled to himself.

"Sounds like you're falling in love or something," Trunks mumbled.

"Me? Falling in love? Never." Goten scoffed. Though he was nearly disgusted with the thought of falling in love, he wouldn't exactly fuck and discard you either - if he had the chance.

"Well, I saw someone today too," Trunks' words struck Goten out of his thoughts. He then raised his eyebrows without looking away from the screen.

"Like someone cuter than the secretary?" Goten chuckled.

"She came in to pick up some capsules. She was hot, to say the least," Trunks murmured.

"What'd she look like?" Asked Goten. Trunks paused as well, fully prepared to answer but his mind blanked at the last second. All he could manage to remember was the way your slacks hugged your hips. He glanced at the television screen and then back at his papers.

"I can't remember, but she was dressed in business casual."

"You can't remember?" Goten mocked. Both men remained unmoved.

"No I can't, but trust me she was cute." Goten then side-eyed Trunks, not sure if he was making this girl up or not. "Hopefully she comes in again soon, we don't get many repeats of customers you know? If she comes in I'll make sure to make up a good description for you." Goten responded with another affirmative grunt and distracted himself with the game.

Trunks and Goten spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's presence, with you unknowingly lingering in the back of both of their minds. Both of them chased the memory of the small insignificant interaction they had with you, trying to remember what you looked like.

The next morning came to you without dread. You completed your routine with ease, from working out to getting dressed. You even made the effort to spray a small spritz of perfume that day. You managed to get to work with a cup of warm coffee in your hands, ready to tackle the day that was in front of you. Time flew by, and you soon found yourself leaving for lunch.

You brought yourself to get another cup of coffee with hopes that the line was just as short as last time. As you came closer to the entrance, you noticed the door was wide open. It was in fact shorter this time, with only one person in line to order. You stood in the line behind them, quickly distracting yourself with the wall decor and items on the shelves. You could never get over how cute the cafe was.

Goten, having just arrived for a short afternoon shift instead of his normal morning one, barely noticed you. However, the perkiness in your voice caused him to whip his head towards you. With only one order in front of yours, his instinctual speed took over and made your drinks as fast as he could with no help from the machines. He slid the cup over to the serving station before you finished paying.

You looked over to find your drink already finished. A small smile decorated your face as you nearly pranced over to it. Picking it up, you noticed the boy who was there yesterday. You connected the dots and assumed he was the one who put in the effort to have your drink ready. The same one as yesterday.

"You're so fast!" you said giggling. The boy chuckled with a faint blush on his cheeks. He looked over to at least see what you were wearing today. He couldn't see your pants but he noticed your dusty pink blouse. He admired how it looked on you inwardly. He noticed you put on a sparkly bracelet and noted the faint notes of vanilla and florals. "Thanks again!" You left before he could respond, adding an extra ten to the tip jar on your way out.

You speed-walked to your car, not wanting to waste any more time. You drove to Capsule Corp with the luck of hardly any traffic in the way today. Everything was going so perfectly. When you arrived, you grabbed both the coffee and your pack of capsules and headed inside. A small ding announced your arrival at the door.

"Back already?" the secretary teased. You produced another giggle.

"Actually I noticed there was a capsule missing. I should have called first but I just wanted to get it while I still remembered."

"Ah! My apologies I'll let someone know right away." The secretary proceeded to call someone on her line while you went to sit. You took the first sip of your drink, relishing in the delightful flavors before you heard steps heading towards you. You looked over and it was the same man as yesterday, with the one small capsule you needed. Trunks' mind froze, then started racing with thoughts as you blessed him with your presence a second time.

You stood to greet him. You looked into his bright blue eyes and noticed his pupils had dilated. So cute, you thought.

"I am so sorry about that, must've been..." Trunks' voice trailed off as he started studying you and the outfit you wore. He studied your facial features as what had seemed like the last chance to see you.

"It's no problem, things happen!" you chimed. You took another sip of your coffee as you took the missing capsule from his hand. Your bracelet sparkled in the sunlight, catching Trunks' attention. Immediately after, Trunks noticed the name of the coffee shop on your cup. Trunks slightly opened his mouth to remark about it, only to have his courage slip away from him when you started leaving. "Thank you again!" You waved goodbye to him and the secretary as you walked off to your car. Trunks couldn't do anything but watch you slip away.

"Trunks? Is everything alright?" The secretary asked. Trunks watched you pull off into the street before a disappointed sigh escaped his lungs.

"Yeah, I'm alright."

You managed to unknowingly linger in the back of two minds again that day. Both men thought about you and practiced saying what they noticed about you as each of them had their own recollection of what you looked like. Goten thought about you one last time during his flight over to Trunks' house, finding different words to describe your facial features so he could paint an accurate picture.

Goten landed with his friend's drink in his hand, deeming himself mentally ready for the conversation that was about to take place. He approached Trunks' door, reaching for the door handle only for Trunks to take the liberty of opening it for him.

"She-"

"Went to your coffee shop today!" Goten was almost startled, initially unable to respond. He stared at his friend for a moment before he spoke.

"Really?" Goten inclined. Trunks moved out the way and let his friend inside. He closed the door behind them. Trunks took the drink from Goten's hands and took a sip.

"She had a drink that had the logo on it," Trunks pointed to the logo on the cup he held. Goten's mind stirred with numerous questions being created. He didn't know where to start first. He took a seat on his friend's bed.

"I thought you said you don't get repeat customers?"

"Well, we forgot one of her capsules. But I got a good look at her this time," Trunks stirred his coffee with the straw while Goten cocked his eyebrows, waiting for Trunks to continue. "She was still wearing business casual today. She wore a pink shirt this time." Trunks continued to depict an image that sounded so very familiar to Goten. Alarms started ringing in his friend's head as he was forced to face a dilemma he didn't see coming.

"She had a bracelet on today, right?" Goten spoke. Trunks stopped speaking, his face dropping at the realization. He and Goten then looked at each other in slight frustration. However, Trunks sighed in acceptance, unwilling to allow a woman to come between their friendship.

"Does she always look that good?" Trunks halfway joked. Goten produced a partially fake smirk and nodded. "Well, at least you get to see her more than I do." Goten frowned, slightly disturbed by the situation at hand. He had hoped Trunks or him would alter his taste in women eventually so they could've avoided something like this. Feeling guilty, Goten started thinking about solutions. He would never steal a woman away from his friend and didn't want to start now.

Suddenly, Goten's eyes widened, a lightbulb lighting up in his head.

"I have a proposal," he announced. Trunks stared at Goten in curiosity. After hearing it and debating the pros and cons, he reluctantly accepted it.

"We'll start tomorrow," said Trunks.

Days later, you found yourself rushing to get out of the office along with your coworkers. There was what you thought was a monster causing a ruckus in the area. Screams were heard from outside, along with the crashes of cars and other metals. You ran outside towards the parking garage, hoping to get there in time.

"BUU HUNGRY!" It squalled. You nearly screamed when you saw a car being thrown in your direction, possibly at you. Standing there like a deer in headlights, you were then scooped into the sky. You couldn't find the will to scream or fight, but you held onto them for dear life hoping they wouldn't hurt you. Eyes squinted shut and nearly curled into a ball, the noise in the background suddenly stopped.

"Are you alright?" you heard someone ask. You eased your eyes open and saw that you were being held bridal style. You peered above you to find a strong man holding you. He was lined up with the sun, his outline glowing a bright white. You couldn't help but notice he had lilac hair- no, was it black? No, it was both.

You gazed at him, taking in everything you could. He was strong, fast, handsome even.

"I'm fine... now that you're here," you nearly stammered. The man descended onto the ground, careful not to cause any more shock within you. You both stared into each other's eyes, having trouble letting go of each other. "Thank you for saving me. I would've been crushed." The man gently placed you back onto your feet, not removing his hands off of you until he saw you were fully grounded with balance. You remained close.

The man then produced a smirk; a heatwave passed through your body.

"It's no problem, that's what I'm here for," he assured you. The man was tall, even with your work heels on. Good god. You thought a simple thank you wasn't nearly enough for what he did, you had to repay him somehow.

"You should at least let me buy you dinner, it's the least I could do."

"Don't be ridiculous. It's my job to protect," Protect, he said. The word echoed in your head as you processed it. Hearing him say it made you feel woozy, to say the least. You wobbled backward as your knees started to feel like jelly. He hooked his arm around your waist pulling you back close. "Are you sure you're alright?" You placed your hands on his burly chest, with your face burning and nearly causing you to squeal.

"I'll be fine," you murmured. You felt his arm snake away from you and his hand grabbed yours. He wrapped his other hand around it as well, like he was going to plea to you. His hands were large but gentle. However, you couldn't pry your eyes away from his even to look at your covered forelimb.

"If you ever need feel unsafe, call my name. Its Gotenks."

Gotenks...

You repeated his name in your mind until it stuck. All you could manage to do was nod until he let go of your hand. The man started to back away. You snapped out of your haze and reached out for him.

"But, I don't even have your num-" He vanished into thin air, leaving you feeling strung and speechless. You stared at the damage that had been caused in front of you, seeing official damage control taking over the scene. You scrunched your eyebrows together, struggling to process what happened.

You looked around you while pinching yourself. Was this all a dream? Even if it wasn't, why was everyone acting as if nothing happened? Barely collecting yourself, you reluctantly went to get your things from your office and go home for the day. Even if everyone saw what happened, you refused to risk the chance of you looking crazy. You told yourself you just needed the day off, partially hoping that it was all a dream you were having trouble waking up from.

But another part of you wanted it to be real. Especially with such an intriguing patroller around willing to save the day - your day.

The next day, you woke up and pretended nothing happened. Your body went on autopilot and appeared fine to everyone else. However, kept finding yourself replaying the event, especially your interaction with the mysterious "Gotenks". By the time it was lunchtime, you convinced yourself that all you needed to do was go on your usual routine to make yourself feel sane.

No one was in line when you walked in. You coached yourself to order, finding it harder to recall today. A few moments later, at the end of the counter, you gazed at the decor once more. You saw your drink and put your hand down, preparing for it to be slid. However, it never was placed on the counter.

You traced the drink to the nearly outstretched arm of the boy who usually slid it over. With eye contact, he produced a soft smile.

"I was beginning to worry about you," he spoke. You remained silent, with your mouth slightly ajar. "I saw what happened yesterday." You breathed a polite laugh and took the drink from his hand.

"Um, yeah," You darted your eyes away from his. "I was hoping I wasn't imagining things. Everyone just went on as if nothing happened." The boy chuckled at your worry and leaned slightly forward onto the counter. You noticed he had similar facial features as your hero.

"It happens on the regular around here. You get pretty used to it. Are you not from here?" He asked. You shook your head and took your first sip.

"Does that guy come around often?" You pointed outside. The boy glanced in the same direction. His eyebrows then furrowed.

"What guy?"

"The guy who saved me, Gotenks." You admitted. Goten couldn't prevent the sly smile that crept onto his face. He looked down and bit inside his cheek to prevent it from getting any bigger.

"He kinda goes everywhere honestly, wherever there's trouble." You slipped a disappointed "oh" out loud. Goten was already on the verge of giggling. "Why? Do you like him or something?" He provoked. Your face burned at the question and nearly choked. You wanted to be appalled so bad but couldn't push yourself to do it. You narrowed your eyes at him instead.

"And what if I did? Would that be too much of a classically cringe damsel-in-distress moment for you?" You poked back. The man widened his eyes a bit at your response; he didn't expect transparency from you. He then stepped back from the counter, fully prepared for his manager to tell him to look busy. You glanced at his nametag: Goten. "Are you related to him? You question me like you're his wingman," You took one step back, preparing to make your exit, keeping eye contact.

"You could say that I'm related to him," He teased with his unhelped smirk. You wrinkled your nose at him but couldn't hold back a small smile. Must be why their names were similar. Noting that your lunch was almost over, you slowly started to walk towards the door. You pointed to him with the hand that held your drink.

"Put in a good word for me, alright?" Goten smiled and nodded as he watched you leave. You waved to him through the glass window while you walked.

"But Goten, yesterday was your day off?" One of his coworkers voiced behind him.

"I know."

Through the weeks, the thought of Gotenks slowly became a repressed memory. You got caught up at work again, focusing on trying to get through the day without screaming. You were starting to stay later, though you kept telling yourself each day that you would get everything done on time. You were starting to skip your lunches and relied on the vending machine and breakroom coffee for some energy. It was truly the worst time of the year to be an investment banker.

Goten started to take notice as well. His concern grew when you weren't coming in for coffee anymore, unsure if it was because of him or whatever else. Each evening he would get off, he would stay around for a few minutes to see if you were alright. He eventually picked up on the negative energy shift, noting how drained you were each time he left work. He held himself back from seeing you in person, not wanting to intrude since he associated your outfits with importance. He eventually communicated the concern to his friend, having regularly updated him on how you were doing.

One night, you found yourself being the last one out of the office once again. You didn't know until you looked up from your computer screen to see the night sky and a dark office; the only source of light coming from the lamp and computer monitor.

Rubbing your eyes, you kicked your bag around from under your desk to start packing up. You glanced at the clock and saw that it was 10 p.m. You released a tired and strained groan as you started packing. You just wanted to be home already, wishing there was a way to teleport over there. You forgot to eat entirely today, hence why you were struggling to speed walk. You could barely think as you took yourself through the halls and elevator to the parking garage. While waiting in the elevator, you looked at your phone to see if any important notifications popped up.

You then stumbled on the small gap between the elevator and the concrete, making your phone fall onto the ground. You released a frustrated sigh as you bent over to pick it up. But instead of picking it up, you fell to your knees. You looked up to find the room spinning but your car was still in sight.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You struggled to get up, feeling more lightheaded when you finally did. You used all of your focus to walk only a couple more feet further. Feeling like the car was taunting you as it sat there like bait, you grunted in frustration. A tear threatened to break the thin string holding you sensible. You released a sob as splotches of blackness made themselves visible.

"Gotenks!"

A pair of familiar large strong arms caught you from behind as your knees buckled.

"What's wrong?" Gotenks asked with concern. He sensed your energy levels depleting quickly.

"I need to be taken to my car..." you murmured. Gotenks looked at the car then back at you, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You can't drive around like this."

"What do you mean? I've done it plenty of ti-" you were whisked into the sky, lightly tossed then caught by the bottoms of your thighs. You gasped at the speed, stomach flipping at the height. He soon stopped at least thirty feet above the roof of the garage. You then looked down and felt yourself start to shake.

"Hey," you snapped your head towards the man. A blush developed from the closeness as Gotenks' eyes locked into yours. "you're okay." he whispered. Your stomach fluttered, however, the lightheadedness kept you from being completely present.

His voice sounded so familiar, but distinct; sounding like two voices put together. You couldn't put your finger on who the other voice sounded like, especially now. You studied him again, your eyes darting and noting everything that looked familiar to you. Noticing, Gotenks released a small chuckle.

"It's not nice to stare," he teased. Snapping out of it, you grew embarrassed.

"I'm sorry you just look so familiar..." you admitted. Gotenks' gaze softened, but he never responded. Feeling lightheaded again, you laid your head onto the orange pads of his vest. Gotenks' stomach did flips as he felt your chest brush against his.

"Where do you stay?"

As you both flew, you tried all your might to be present with him. You held onto him with your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. He held you firmly by the waist.

You both didn't speak to each other, mostly because you didn't feel like it. You stayed still, feeling his chest through yours and when you focused hard enough, you could feel his heart beating. Your hands itched to feel his hair and back, and so bad you wanted his hands to feel on you. But alas, you accepted that this was as close as you were going to get to him. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck and resisted the urge to cross the lines of what could be professionalism to him.

Gotenks struggled to remain indifferent as he felt every torturous movement you made. He tried his best to be polite, not to give way to perversion. But God, did he love the way you called his name, the way you needed him, the way your body relaxed around him. He resisted the urge to hold you tighter.

You eventually were in your home, leaving the drop-off short and sweet. Eating your leftovers in silence, Gotenks ran around in your thoughts, tainting them with what you felt - with what you could've felt. Your thighs squeezed together at the what-ifs. You thought about his voice, his face, his hair. Was he even from here?

He had to be if he was related to Goten.

A week had passed and you failed to push Gotenks out of your mind. Each day would pass and you would find yourself trying to look him up on the internet, social media, wikis - anything that could give you info as to who this guy was. You zoned out at work trying to connect the dots from what you knew until it was lunchtime again.

You forced yourself to get something to eat, trying not to have a repeat of before and tired of shitty snacks and coffee. As you walked and stood in the cafe line, the sight of Goten told you that you should just simply ask about him. He looked like he was staying near the serving station, cranking out whipped cream and toppings to pass onto the table. He appeared to be talking to someone as well. A large crowd was in your way of seeing who.

As you got closer to the register, you looked around to see who he could be talking to. No one in the crowd was talking to him and it was slowly disappearing as everyone received their order. You walked over and through the crowd for him as soon as you paid. Goten had stopped talking by this time and was focused on getting the last drinks out.

"Goten," you called out. No response. He continued calling out names and sliding them over to the corner.

Forgetting to look at who he was talking to before, you failed to notice the man from Capsule Corp sitting in one of the chairs near the serving station. He looked up from his class notes when you called his friend's name, eyes widening in panic.

"Goten." Trunks called. You snapped your head towards the voice that called him. Glancing at the man in the chair, it all clicked. This was the other guy Gotenks looked and sounded like. But how?

You went through every logical reason why your hero looked like both of these men put together. There was not a way (that you were aware of) to combine two people like that. You told yourself that Gotenks must've been related to both of them. Your hard stare started to make Trunks nervous as if you caught onto everything already.

"Huh?" Goten finally responded, not looking up from the last drink he had to put a topping on. You and Trunks stared at each other, unsure what to say. A few moments passed before he finally looked up towards Trunks, then you. He too widened his eyes. He passed slid the last drink to the end of the counter.

"Y/n," Goten called out by habit. You swiped your head towards him and furrowed your eyebrows, forgetting you ordered anything. Unable to find the right words, Goten turned his head towards Trunks, hoping he would get them out of this. The two men looked at each other, then back at you. Trunks then cleared his throat; you turned to him.

"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, my name's Trunks."

Trunks...? You repeated his name in your mind, feeling like you were so close to what you needed to find out.

"Yeah, he's my friend," said Goten, wary of your reaction. Trunks shot him a glare, telling him to keep quiet. You continued to stare at them for a couple more moments, unsure what you wanted. A part of you wanted to hear what they had to say but another part of you was starting to get angry. Both of them opened their mouths to speak until you raised your hand.

"I don't think I need to hear anything else right now," you told them. They did as told. Your eyes kept darting between the both of them, noting the eerie similarities to the man who kept sweeping you off your feet. Questions started piling up in your throat but you couldn't filter them out. You eventually threw your hands up, taking your drink and leaving.

By the time you were home, you had only one question answered out of many. You were unsure if you wanted to know some of the answers. Questions for two eventually turned into questions for yourself to answer. You questioned your sanity first, then theirs. But more endless open-ended questions started to arise that could only be answered by the catalyst himself.

You sat at the dining room table, with one knee up near your chest. In silence, you stared at the bottle of wine that you couldn't get yourself to open. You needed a drink, but maybe not now. Fiddling with the hem of the large t-shirt you wore, you wondered if this was the beginning of the end. If it was, you hoped what ended was this puppet game.

"Gotenks huh? Goten and Trunks," you said aloud. A few moments of silence passed by.

"I'm so sorry. They were scared to tell you earlier," you heard. Knowing he wasn't physically in the house, you could do nothing but smile in near disbelief. His voice was so clear, you wondered how close he was to you. You continued to stare at the unopened wine bottle on the table.

"How long did you plan to keep this little goose chase up?" you asked.

"I didn't have a say in anything,"

"As if you're your own person?"

"Yes, but no."

"Hmm... interesting answer." You sighed, accepting that you needed some answers. "You can come out. I would at least like to see you,"

"Can you open the door then?" Your eyes darted towards the balcony door that muffled his voice. You frowned but still went up to open it. You opened it to find a Gotenks with sorrowful eyes. However, at the sight of you in something other than slacks and blouses, he struggled to keep it up. You guided him inside, taking seats across from each other at the table. You started tapping your fingers out of nervousness, not knowing what to expect.

"I'm on the fence on whether or not I want to know how something like this was created."

"Like what?"

"I'm not sure. There's a whole lot of somethings that came into play here," Gotenks pursed his lips together, unsure of what to explain to you first or if he should at all. You shifted yourself to the side of the chair, crossing your legs together. Gotenks couldn't help but sneak a glance. "I'm not even mad, I'm actually kinda impressed. I just think it was lame of you to keep me in the dark about this," Gotenks struggled to respond to that without apologizing profusely, which wasn't his style. "All I want to know is why."

Inwardly, Gotenks cursed his counterparts for putting him into a situation like this. They were all under the pressure of time as well, knowing that they had about 45 minutes to explain themselves.

"They didn't know how you'd react if they approached it any other way."

"Oh? Like they both had a thing for me?" Gotenks responded with a short nod. "And you don't?" Gotenks darted his eyes away from yours, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. With a direct question like that, Gotenks now understood why his counterparts were struggling to face this head-on.

Being shy was not a part of Gotenks' personality at all, neither was having a way with words on the roster. But he struggled to look you in the eyes, feeling ashamed he didn't have much to offer in such a short amount of time.

You stood up from your seat and started walking over to him. His eyes tracked your every movement, focusing on the bottom of your shirt that threatened to expose what was barely covered. You stopped only a couple of inches from him, your hands itching to force his head to look at you. He turned his body to the side of the chair, his face in direct line with your heat. It took him ultimate restraint to not take you right then and there. An intense heatwave passed over you from looking down at Gotenks from this angle. The eye contact was another beast of its own, making your stomach flutter and your wetness pool. You couldn't deny that the two men made a good mix together.

"I'm a grown woman, Gotenks. I don't appreciate being played with like this," you informed him with a stern tone. You both stared deliberately into each other's eyes, daring one another to make the first move. The man stood up and towered over you, never releasing precious eye contact. You tried your best to seem unchanged. The man took his gloves off and tossed them wherever.

"Then let me make it up to you," he spoke lowly. The bottom of your waist was then gently pulled as close to him as he could. His touch made your stomach flutter again and his kiss made you ache in a way you never felt before. The lightheadedness returned as he kissed you many times, overwhelmed by everything he did and was.

You palmed his chest and dragged your hands on his skin, feeling the hills and valleys of his muscles. You pressed yourself flush onto him, kissing him back with firey intensity. He returned the same energy, pressing his thick rod onto your abdomen. A moan escaped your lip.

Minutes felt like hours before you finally separated. And when you did, it was only to be picked up and sat on the table. You quickly pulled him back into a harsh, clashing kiss, drawing an amused chuckle from the man. You pushed his vest off from his shoulders and untied his wrap from his waist, tossing them aside. His muscle shirt was off before you knew it.

He took the liberty of going under your shirt and feeling your soft skin. He groaned at the contact, wanting to relish every part of you before the main ensemble. You loved how he felt on you and wanted more of it. When he got to your breasts the shirt had been lifted. He took a moment to admire the sight, squeezing and toying with you. You could see his dick twitch through his pants. Your mouth watered at the sight of it.

Gotenks couldn't take it, with the little time he had he didn't want to waste a single second ruining you. He used his knee to open your legs and went to spread your lower lips with two fingers. He groaned at your juices stringing together. You blushed at the sight as well until your head was forced upwards again. A wave of pleasure passed over when you felt your neck gently squeezed from the sides. He slid his fingers down your hot pussy, then inside. You moaned and shuddered at the relief.

"I hope the message is clear enough for you now," he breathed. He curled his fingers upwards, pressing against that delicious spot. The pads of his fingers pressed and dragged repeatedly while you writhed under him. Gotenks then gave you another clashing kiss. He loved the way you reacted to his touch, all of the cute sounds you made. He reveled in the fact that he was able to make you feel and look like this. He wanted to savor this moment as much as he could.

You started rocking your hips against his palm, chasing your release while he tormented you. He started going a bit faster to keep you at bay, feeling your walls squeeze around his digits. A familiar twisting and burning sensation started to build up within you all too soon. Even as you started losing your pace with his kisses, Gotenks wouldn't let up. He was quick to overwhelm you and soon your orgasm washed over you, causing you to cry out onto his lips.

He slid his fingers out and admired how much you creamed on him. He then pushed his bottoms to his ankles, his cock springing free. Its thick girth but slight curve caused you to bite your lip in anticipation. While he stepped out of his bottoms you pushed him to the back of the couch. Gotenks widened his eyes in slight shock, but then produced a small smile.

You hopped off the table and got on your knees before he could do anything else. You inserted his head into your mouth slowly and swirled your tongue around it. Gotenks groaned and laid his hand on the back of your head, resisting the urge to push it down. You took your time engulfing him and tasting his dick down halfway. You sucked on it back upwards. Gotenks watched as you prepped yourself to take him whole, the soft tissue in your cheeks making his veins pulse.

His taste and his smell were intoxicating, driving your mind into a mindless haze, solely focusing on getting more. You engulfed him inch by inch until his dick rested at the back of your throat. You then moaned into it while looking at his face. With his eyebrows scrunched together and his shaky breaths, he entangled his fingers into your hair. You then pulled completely off and tapped his dick onto your flattened tongue.

He released another groan when you sucked him off at a steady pace. Spit started covering your mouth as you started to get sloppy with it. Gotenks watched you throat him again and again, further turned on by your lust-filled eyes. He couldn't get himself to make you stop as he was drowning in the sounds and feeling your mouth gave him. He wished to the Gods he had more time, in fact, he wished this would last forever. Seeing you devour him with such need sparked something he hadn't felt in his entire existence.

Feeling his muscles quiver, you throated his dick one last time as he came. You looked in his eyes and moaned, watching his ecstasy roll within him. You gave him one long and slow suck, milking every last drop of his kids into your throat. Gotenks then pulled you off of him with a quickness. He flipped and bent you over the table, the tip of his cock threatening your entrance.

Your eyes then rolled back as he inserted himself in you. You both groaned at the dull and intense pleasure that radiated through the both of you. Once he was at the base, he paused and reveled in how wet and warm you were. You couldn't get over how easily it went in; it was like you were made for him. Your pussy twitched around him, wanting to be fucked already.

"You feel so good..." he groaned.

You then felt your arms being pulled back. Gotenks held your wrists together with one hand, fully preparing you to endure his wrath. He dragged out of you and snapped his hips back, making an intense wave of pleasure roll over you. Your first outcry never seemed to end as he started going at an intense rhythm. He couldn't help himself; Gotenks' lust for you had fully taken over his mind and body and there was almost no way to stop him now. You couldn't control your volume with how good he made you feel. The table rocked and threatened to collapse with each powerful thrust.

You soon started to feel overwhelmed again. It was like there was energy being passed onto you with each powerful thrust. But your pussy loved it; it twitched and clenched around Gotenks as another orgasm started coiling within you. Moans turned into whimpers as he rammed into you. Your orgasm soon exploded within you, leaving your legs quivering as Gotenks' thrusts never gave way.

Hazed and overstimulated, Gotenks pulled out only to flip you onto your back. You laid limp as he lifted your legs over his shoulder and lay into you. You wrapped your arms around him as he got closer to you. Gotenks gave you one everlasting kiss before he started railing into you at the same intensity.

You moaned into his lips and started to hear the table knocking again. You wondered if it was going to break this time. With his weight pressing down on you, his cock felt deeper this time; but it all felt so good. The mixed sweat made it all the nastier. You moaned his name into his mouth and he responded with a deep and low groan.

His curved cock kept dragging against your g-spot relentlessly. Your voice pitch continued to get higher as you felt yourself cum on him again. It was all music to Gotenks' ears, but he wanted to see you cum at least one last time. So he did just that: he fucked you through your orgasm at the same pace, making you clench around him. Gotenks' breath started to shake again, feeling your pussy clenching around him and hearing you were going to push him over the edge. Your final orgasm exploded within you, making you almost wail into his lips. Gotenks soon came inside you after.

He remained on top of you for a moment before pulling out and off. You both took a moment to catch your breaths, processing what just happened. He stared at you and the creampie that leaked out. You soon sat up as soon as you heard clothes being shuffled around.

"You know you don't have to leave right?"

"I'm on a time limit." the man gravely stated. You thought about how he was probably going to split into two somehow very soon. But you felt comfortable knowing it was two men you already were familiar with. Ones that you were open to getting to know. Eyeing his purple and black strands, you smiled.

"I don't mind." Gotenks stopped putting on the rest of his clothes, leaving only his bottoms on. His small smile left you giggling. "Come sleep with me." you invited.

You dragged Gotenks to your bed where you both laid down and admired each other until you felt sleepy. Gotenks watched you fall into a peaceful slumber, guilt still lingering in the back of his mind. However, that guilt was short-lived as he separated into his former counterparts, awkwardly laying beside you. They both looked to each other in utter shock, having trouble processing what happened.

They soon repositioned themselves in your bed, choosing to address the situation some other day. Something complex had been brewed between you three, but as of right now, it all felt so perfect. You laid sandwiched between Goten and Trunks, comfortable with the warmth they gave off.

It all turned out better than they expected.