Uh-oh, those reviews I got made me all excited. So here I am, updating again on the same day. I have very serious doubts about getting anything written by tomorrow. (Sunday is homework day.)

But because I enjoy procrastinating so very very much I may end up writing another short chapter.

So here's chapter two!

Oh yeah, and I don't own DBZ.

What Are You Waiting For? Chapter Two

"Morning Goten!" said Trunks as he opened the door to my house and invited himself in.

"Trunks!" I rushed to pull myself off the couch and run over to him. I grinned a little wider than I might have. Kami, was I glad to see him.

"Shall we?" he said. He pulled off his jacket and took my arm in his.

"We shall," I said and we marched out of the house. Holding his arm send an excited little tingle down the back of my neck. I fought the urge to force my grin even wider.

"Er, hang on," said Trunks suddenly. He released my arm and walked back into the house. He walked back out again carrying his jacket.

"You can leave it in the house," I said. "And pick it up before you leave."

He shrugged and put an arm through a sleeve.

"I'm just a bit cold," he said.

"Cold?" I asked, confused. "It's really hot out!"

"No it's not," he said, putting his other arm through the other sleeve. Then he glanced at my face and frowned.

"I guess it must be hot. Your face is pretty flushed, Goten."

I imagine my skin turned a shade of even deeper red. It's not the heat Trunks, it's you, I thought. I studied his face. His marvelous blue eyes were staring intently at me. One purple eyebrow was raised. His hair, which needed a quick run through with a comb, was falling into his eyes.

Gorgeous, I thought to myself. But-

"You know Trunks, you're looking kind of pale. Are you feeling okay?" I asked.

He bit down softly on his lower lip. Then he shrugged again and adjusted his jacket.

"I'll be fine, Goten. I'm pretty much recovered from being sick."

"But-"

"Goten." He looked right into my eyes and I fell silent. Why argue? He knew how he was feeling better than I did.

"Right," I said, breaking away from his stare. "Let's go."

We both laughed and launched ourselves into the air.

"The usual spot?" he asked and I nodded. We flew higher and blasted in the direction of a large clearing in the woods a few miles from my house. Trunks must have been in bed for a long time due to his illness, because he seemed very eager to move around. We flew around each other in circles and laughed almost insanely.

"Yeah! We're here!" I said. We dropped down to the ground. Trunks leaned against a tree stump for a moment to catch his breath. Fine with me. I took the opportunity to admire him again.

"Ready?" I asked.

He smirked, took a step forward and-

He phased out of view and I knew immediately to spin around and block him, coming from behind me. A foot was headed straight at my face! I ducked, grabbed his other leg and flipped him onto his back, onto the ground. He threw his feet back over his head and stood. We both pushed off the ground and I charged forward and began to assault him with many quick punches and kicks. He blocked over and over, and managed to get a couple of swings at me. I dodged them and threw my fist hard into his jaw.

Only five minutes later Trunks looked almost beaten. He was tired, sweating and breathing hard.

"Ready to give up?" I asked, intending to taunt him but my concern was obvious.

"Nope," he said and powered up to super saiyajin.

"Wait-" I said but suddenly I was dodging and blocking frantically.

We've never gone super so early in a fight before, I thought. Wait, but i haven't even gone super, and I'm holding out pretty well! I really think we should stop 'cuz Trunks really needs to rest-

My thought was cut short as I was thrown into a tree at the edge of the clearing. I resisted the inevitable impact by righting myself with my ki- I hate hurting trees. Trunks appeared above me, ready to send my face into the ground... I tried to think of a way out-

but Trunks stopped short and his hair faded back to purple.

"I'm too," he gasped, "too tired," he finished, and coughed a few times.

"Seriously?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

He didn't respond, and he took a few huge gulps of air as we drifted to the ground. A few recovering breaths later and he was peeling his jacket off.

"Maybe we'd better stop sparring... you still look kind of sick." I said. He shot me an exasperated "no, really?" look.

"Do you wanna go back home?" I asked.

He shook his head no. "We can walk or something. Maybe sit around at the lake. I really wanna stay outside."

"Sure." I shrugged. We'd have more time to talk. I'd have more time to put off telling Trunks about...that I have a crush on... might even be in love with... am so confused about... him. A quick rush of adrenaline washed through me and I shook my head to try to assuage the momentary panic. No need to get anxious about it until it happens. Which may not even be today. An attempted confident grin resulted in a shaky jerk of my mouth.

He raised his eyebrows in question. I smiled again, a shaky sardonic smile. He still looked slightly puzzled but he looked straight ahead and we began the short walk to the lake.