Here's the expected author shpiel:
This fic is shounen-ai which means that it involves boys in love with boys. This is one of my first fanfics so please be tolerant. I don't write much outside of school so don't expect my writing style to be anything groundbreaking. I could go on and on about the many reasons why you may not like this fic and berate my own writing skills but I'll let other people do that cuz I'm too lazy.
And a note about the laziness: I am the laziest person on earth. Chances are I will need to be prodded with something sharp if you want to see more than two chapters.
In case you didn't read the summary or you have the memory span of a goldfish, this fic is a Goten and Trunks shounen-ai.
All the clever disclaimer remarks have been used before. *dusts off a standard issue I DO NOT OWN DBZ disclaimer and slaps it on*
And now for your reading pleasure: (or whatever you plan to get out of this):
What Are You Waiting For?
It's been a long time since the last time I remembered a dream. Not that I keep track or anything, but I guess because I dream so rarely, it feels like a special occasion when I do.
But moments ago I woke up from a dream and remembered it. Now that I think of it, it was a good dream. But I think while I was asleep it didn't cross my mind that I was having a good time. Very strange, but then again I don't think there has ever been a dream that made perfect sense.
I dreamt that I was holding Trunks. Wow. If it hadn't been a dream I know it would have felt good. I really, really.... like... Trunks. But... the dream lacked emotion. I was sitting on a bed (in the dream) and holding Trunks to my chest. For a long time. And that was the whole dream.
I sighed. Wouldn't it be nice if it was a precognitive dream? Maybe some time soon... I could tell Trunks... you know...
That I liked him...
My face grew warm at the thought. I brushed my cold hand across my forehead. Maybe Trunks would be okay with it? Just maybe? My face became hotter. I pressed my palm into my cheek and stared at the wall.
I couldn't tell him that I fell in love with him. It would be too hard and too risky. I could just tell him... how confused I felt...
I sighed. We've been friends since forever. I can't remember a time when I didn't know Trunks. I don't remember meeting him, and there was never a time when we decided to be best friends. We just were. Similarly, there was never a time that I fell in love with him. I think maybe I always have loved him, even before I really knew anything about love or crushes. It seems almost natural to love him. But I could never know... I had never been in love before... how could I tell if this was a crush, or love, or just a normal best friend thing.
So that's why I am considering telling him that. Telling him that I'm not sure... about the relationship we have, and the one we could have.
And then there's the dream... I just dreamed I was holding him in my arms. That's all. No kissing... nothing to suggest that I was actually in love with him. Just holding him. And there was no emotion. No happiness or love or anything. It was just a silent little scene, almost a picture. What kind of message was my subconscious sending me?
I glanced at my clock. It was three in the morning. Sleep was almost out of the question. I had some serious thinking to do.
Several hours later the sun had risen and I was convinced that today I was going to see Trunks. I hadn't sparred with him for some time. Or even seen him. And... I didn't need to tell him anything right away. Or at all. I'd just hang out with him for a while, and see if I felt ready to talk about it later..
I showered, dressed and headed downstairs. Mom was out gardening so I fixed myself a bowl of cereal. And a second. And a third. And I finished off a box, and another box after that. Around ten thirty I picked up the phone and called Capsule Corp. Bulma picked up.
"It's Goten," I said. "Can I please talk to Trunks?"
"Ah, hi Goten, I think Trunks is sleeping, but if you just hang on for a second I'll go check."
I heard the sound of footsteps going up stairs on the other end of the phone. Then some muffled speech, and-
"Hi Goten," said Trunks sleepily.
"Hi Trunks," I said, smiling to hear his voice. "Listen," I said, after a moment. "I haven't seen you for all of summer break. Do you want to spar today? Or maybe grab a bite to eat? Or anything?"
He hesitated before replying.
"Well Goten, I've been kind of sick. For about a week."
"Really?" disappointment was evident in my tone.
"Yeah, but..." he lowered his voice. "I'm feeling a lot better today, and a little fresh air couldn't kill me. But I kind of have to not tell my mom. So I'll meet you at your house, okay?"
"Well- maybe it's not such a great idea. I can wait until you're feeling better."
"Oh come on Goten, I'll be fine. Besides, you're right, I haven't seen you since we got out of school for the summer! I'm coming over! Right now!"
"But Trunks-"
"Goten! Get your gi on right now! I'll be there before you know it."
He hung up.
Well, it was his choice. I wanted to see him, but the reality of it struck me quite suddenly. He was coming now, and I was probably going to tell him... admit that I...
I flopped down on the couch and groaned.
