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"Who was that?" Trunks questioned as his father walked past the door. Vegeta hesitated, then said "Goten"
"Goten?" Trunks felt a strange feeling where he thought his heart was pulling in two and half a million questions rammed into his mind, half of them wondering and concerned and the other half wondering why on earth he even cared. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him you were asleep"
Trunks thought about that for a while, then, just as Vegeta was about to leave, he asked, "Did you know I was awake?"
Vegeta paused before answering. "Yes"
"So… why did you say I was asleep?"
"I have my reasons. But if you do want to talk to him, then you can always call him" Vegeta said then left.
Trunks stayed at home for another week. All this time he wondered whether to call his friend or not. He half wanted to, out of concern to see if Goten was feeling as lousy as he was or if he was feeling even worse… after all, Goten had been even more drunk that he had that night. He half wanted just call Goten and sort the whole thing out, talk it through like the mature adults that they were. After all, Goten was his best friend… he'd understand…
Trunks sighed. There were a lot of things he thought that had been changed now. It was like everything he thought was real felt like it wasn't. He had thought Goten was just feeling funny or had something in his eyes when he kept looking at him strangely or doing weird things, but obviously not. He thought that since they were past their twenty-second birthday they were at another level of maturity but obviously not as mature as he thought, going out and getting drunk then doing… that…
Half of him was still hurt and sore from what had happened. He never wanted to see Goten again, and if he did he was going to act as if they didn't know each other. If Goten dared to even TOUCH him again he would blast a hole in him so big the younger demi-saiyan would die without even knowing he had been hit.
Half of him wanted to just talk to Goten, get everything sorted, and hoped that everything would be all right again and they would just be best friends again and it was just a big misunderstanding, that Goten wasn't REALLY in love with him and all the times he thought Goten was being weird was just him being paranoid. The other half thought that being on a planet on the other side of the galaxy wouldn't be far enough away from him. This half didn't even want to acknowledge Goten's existence. Friend? What friend? Who's Goten?
In short, Trunks was very confused. To his happiness though he started feeling better and better each day. His morning sickness was lessening and his appetite was returning; for the past three weeks the only reason he had been eating was because Vegeta had told him to and because he wanted to fill himself up with the theory that if he was full then the sudden cravings for different foods would stop (of course, this theory wasn't true and didn't work). Now he ate all his food happily, enjoyed every bite of it and asked for more afterwards. Bulma once joked that although she was glad that he was getting better now wasn't he eating too much as a jump start to going back to his normal life, and she had patted his stomach saying that he should watch out otherwise he would explode if he overate. Trunks didn't mind his mother's teasing. He knew it was all due to his natural Saiyan appetite anyway.
He planned to go back to school the next upcoming Monday, and perhaps sort things out with Goten.
After three days of anxious waiting for a phone call from Trunks Goten gave up. His friend obviously didn't want to talk to him anymore.
It's understandable, he thought, sitting on a chair out at the front of the house. After all I did to him… it's only my fault if I've ruined our friendship. He'll probably never forgive me…
There was a tug at his sleeves and he looked down.
"Are you okay Unca' Goten?" Pan asked. He smiled despite himself at his young niece.
"No, not really Pan" he said.
"Why?"
"Because…"
"Izzit because a' Unca' Trunks?"
"What?" Goten started. "How'd you know?"
"Unca' Trunks don't come anymore. I thought you an' Unca' Trunks was friends" Pan said somewhat poutily. Goten sighed inwardly. Pan was very fond of Trunks.
"Was, Pan. I don't really know if we're still friends or not"
"Why?"
"Because… because I did a very bad thing to him. A very bad thing. I don't know if he'll forgive me ever again"
Pan took Goten's larger hand into her tiny one and gave it a tight squeeze. "He will. Daddy says you an' Unca' Trunks are bestest friends, an' bestest friends are the bestest friends you can have"
"I sure hope so, because I called him and he hasn't called me back" Goten sighed. Pan just smiled at him reassuringly then suddenly shrieked.
"It's daddy! Hide me!" she yelped and shot up a tree. Goten turned around to see his brother stomp out into the garden.
"PAN! Where are you? Man, that's the last time I agree to play Hide and Seek with her" Gohan grumbled. He saw his younger brother sitting on the chair. "Hey Goten, seen Pan?"
Goten smiled slightly. "Maybe"
There was an indignant, betrayed squeak from the tree and a large rustling of leaves. Gohan grinned. He feigned an air of nonchalance.
"Where could Pan be? Hm, I don't see her here. And mommy went and bought her favorite ice cream for her too. Oh well, I don't suppose you'd like it, would you Goten?"
There was an indignant shriek and Pan shot out of the tree into her dad's arms. "Mommy got me ice-cream?"
Gohan smiled. "Yep she did, and it's all inside the house just waiting for you"
Pan squealed with delight and charged into the house. Gohan grinned then turned to Goten.
"You coming? Videl bought plenty"
"Hm? Oh, no. Thanks"
Gohan sensed that something was wrong. "Everything okay Goten?"
"Not… really"
"What's up? Is it about Trunks?"
Goten's mouth quirked up. "Is it that obvious?"
"Well, you and Trunks are normally inseparable and now you've been for what, three weeks now without seeing him or even calling or writing? That's pretty obvious if you ask me"
"I did call. He was asleep"
"What's up between you two Goten?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, him being asleep never really used to affect you before. Most of the time you just fly over and wake him up if he's asleep"
Goten looked at his brother. "You won't tell anyone, right?"
"I won't" Gohan promised. Goten sighed. "I did something really terrible to him. I don't know if he can ever forgive me. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself". He looked at his brother, his dark chocolate eyes frightened and confused. "I mean it was just an accident and I didn't know what I was doing but I suppose I could have just TOLD him instead of keeping it all bottled up I mean if you do bad stuff tends to happen and-"
"Whoa whoa whoa! Calm down! Okay, now, WHAT did you do to Trunks that was so bad that you're too afraid to even TALK to him now?"
Goten took a deep breath and calmed down. "I slept with him"
There was an audible pause before Gohan blurted out "WHAT?"
"It was an accident! I mean, we were both high and stuff and we were in your Ferrari-"
"You were in my Ferrari? Didn't I tell you NOT to take it?" Gohan frowned. He hadn't noticed that his car had been missing from the garage; Trunks had returned it just before he got home. Goten continued.
"And then we went to a hotel and Trunks wanted to just go to sleep but I wanted us to go to the bar and oh man it's all my fault…"
"You drank beer?" Gohan asked, horrified. Goten nodded miserably.
"Oh GOTEN! You know what drinking does to us… alcohol affects us differently than it does to normal humans because of our body chemistry… how many glasses did you take?" Gohan asked sternly.
"I don't know" Goten said. "I… we got really drunk, that's all I know. Then we went back to the room and then…" he trailed off.
"Who started it? You or Trunks?"
"Me" Goten said in a tiny voice.
"Did Trunks know about the effects of alcohol on Saiyans?" Gohan demanded.
"I don't think so…"
Gohan ran a hand through his short hair and sighed. "Goten, you knew, why did you still…"
"I don't know, we were just feeling so good on the road and I just wanted to feel even better so I thought getting high would be a good idea… do you think Trunks will forgive me?"
Gohan sighed again. "I don't know… what happened the next morning?"
"Well, I got up… washed up, got my stuff and left him a note then took a bus home… I didn't think he'd want to talk to me"
Gohan stayed silent.
"Gohan?" Goten asked tentatively.
"Sorry Goten, this is just… it's a lot to handle, you know? You and Trunks…"
It was Goten's turn to sit in silence.
"Do you love him?" Gohan asked suddenly.
"I… I think so. Yes, I do. I loved him so for long now and I never told him… I wish I had now. Maybe that wouldn't have happened if I had just told him earlier. But I was drunk and that night I just felt so invincible and Trunks looked so good half naked-"
"He was half naked?" Gohan asked, horrified.
"Just shirtless, it was a hot night I guess. I don't know, that night, it just felt like all the emotions I felt for him that I had bottled up just exploded… do you think he'll forgive me, Gohan?"
"I don't know, Goten. Really, how Trunks decides to react is up to him. If I were him I know I would certainly be very confused right now, especially as you were so drunk. He might even just think it was all a dream. Was it a dream?"
Goten shook his head. "It was too real to be a dream"
Gohan shuddered a little. "Wow… that's… sorry Goten, I'm just… shocked"
"That's okay" Goten said miserably. "I was too when I woke up and realized"
The two brothers sat in silence until they heard Pan call for her 'daddy'. Gohan stood up.
"About Trunks… he's a good sort. I'm sure he'll understand after a while. He's just confused at the moment… Give him some time and I think he'll be okay"
Goten smiled. "Thanks Gohan… and don't tell anyone, right?"
"Your secret's safe with me" Gohan said. He ruffled his younger brother's hair then went in.
Goten sat outside by himself until it was dark.
Monday came and Trunks got up earlier than usual. He felt terrific. It wasn't anything special, but at least he wasn't feeling lethargic and tired, and he hadn't needed to make a wild dash to the toilet this morning. He felt so good he half wanted to somersault around the room and whoop at the top of his voice. He put on a purple shirt with the words 'feeling good' on the chest and a pair of jeans. He was a bit surprised that when it came to his belt he had to put it two notches looser. He looked at himself in the mirror and goggled.
"Whoa! I really need to start exercising again… Man, I didn't eat that much did I?" he exclaimed, putting his hand over his stomach which was now sticking out a bit and was more noticeable. He shrugged nonchalantly and got his books together, then shoved them in his backpack and went downstairs. He made himself two double deck sandwiches, gobbled them both down with two glasses of water then headed to the door. He moved forward, hand outstretched to hold the doorknob when a hand grabbed his wrist.
"Where are you going?" Vegeta demanded.
"To school, why?" Trunks asked, surprised.
"You're feeling okay now?" Vegeta asked.
"Yes…" Trunks asked; a bit worried as to why his father was actually stopping him from going to school.
Vegeta glanced down at his son's protruding stomach and sighed. "I thought so"
"What?"
Vegeta stared at his son. "Didn't they tell you this in school?"
"Tell me what?" Trunks asked, confused. Vegeta sighed in exasperation.
"Of course not, these stupid human schools…"
"Dad, what is going ON?" Trunks asked starting to feel a bit frustrated. Vegeta opened his mouth then closed it.
"I'll tell you all when your mother gets up. For now, you won't be going to school for another five weeks"
Trunks' mouth fell open. "FIVE WEEKS? WHY?"
"I'll tell you later, all right?" Vegeta said irritably and Trunks knew he couldn't ask any more. He walked back to his room unhappily, lay down on his bed and started to wait impatiently.
"WHAT?" Bulma and Trunks shrieked.
"Trunks is pregnant" Vegeta said calmly.
"That's not possible!" Bulma yelled.
"Well look at him. He ate less than he normally does in the first three weeks when he was sick, why does it look like he put on weight?"
Bulma stared at Trunks' stomach then turned pale. "But… then that means he's…"
"Equivalent to four months pregnant" Vegeta said.
"But that's not possible… so fast, I mean if he WAS actually… then he should still be at the stage where he's still having morning sicknesses…"
"Saiyans are different to humans. Pregnancy only lasts for nine weeks instead of nine months"
"Wh- why?" Bulma asked. Vegeta sighed.
"There are only males on our planet. Saiyans are a warrior race; therefore we have no need for women who we believe are the weaker sex. Instead, Saiyans evolved so that they could bear children"
"Why is it only nine weeks instead of nine months though?"
Vegeta looked exasperated. "Good grief woman, how is someone supposed to fight and conquer worlds if for half of nine months they're tired and sick and the other half of the time they're practically incapable of MOVING without doing damage to the child?"
Bulma turned red. "So then why is it that I had Trunks instead of you?"
Vegeta scowled. "Are you Saiyan?"
"No"
"Of course not then! Saiyans can only conceive and give birth IF they… mate… with another Saiyan. For humans it's only the females that get pregnant, isn't it?"
"Oh… then… it's… he…" Bulma turned even redder as she looked at her son.
Trunks' face was redder than a tomato. He squirmed in his seat and looked as if he wanted to blast through the wall, anything to escape from this embarrassing situation.
"Who was it Trunks?" Vegeta asked.
Trunks mumbled something.
"Who was it?" Vegeta repeated.
"How do you know I'm… anyway?" Trunks asked, flushing a dark red.
"Because the Saiyan version of childbirth is almost the same to human. The first three weeks are just the same as the first three months for humans; morning sickness, sudden cravings for food, headaches, dizziness, tiredness, lethargy, you started eating foods that you used to hate, needing the toilet… just ask your mother"
Bulma was extremely pale and looked as if she was about to faint.
"Tell us Trunks, who is it?" Vegeta pressed.
"Maybe I look like this because I ate so much food and didn't exercise enough" Trunks hedged.
"Doubtful. Us Saiyans have very fast metabolisms. How do you think Kakarott can eat so much and not gain weight, even on days when he's NOT exercising?"
Trunks could find nothing to say to that.
"Trunks, tell me who it is" Vegeta said.
"Uh…"
"It's Goten isn't it?" Vegeta guessed. The look of guilt mixed with the amazement of Vegeta getting it right was enough for the two parents.
"GOTEN?" Bulma shrieked disbelievingly. "What happened? When?"
"It…" Trunks went an impossibly red color "It was about a month ago… remember when me and Goten went out for the afternoon and night, and we were supposed to come home around Saturday afternoon?"
Bulma nodded.
"Well, we just messed around all afternoon… then at night we um… got to the hotel… Goten suggested that we go to the bar…"
Vegeta frowned. "Then?"
"We uh…" Trunks gulped. This was embarrassing. "We uh… got drunk…"
Both parents looked at him, Bulma looking half confused half shocked and Vegeta just frowning.
"Then we went back to the room…" Trunks trailed off.
"Then?" Vegeta asked.
"What else do you want me to say?" Trunks asked helplessly.
"How could you get yourself drunk like that?" Bulma asked disapprovingly.
"I don't know… I only had a few glasses… I just took one glass and I felt drunk already, but I thought it was okay to take some more…"
"I thought Goten would have been more mature than that…" Vegeta said.
"What do you mean?"
"I never told you, but I know that Kakarott told his sons…"
"What?" Trunks repeated.
"Us Saiyans are easily affected by the drink. It's dangerous to take even half a glass"
"How do you know?" Trunks asked.
"I…" Vegeta started then paused. "I've been drunk before. All right?"
"How does Goku know?"
"He was with me"
"What?" Bulma and Trunks started. "What happened?"
Vegeta looked mildly embarrassed. "We blew up a city"
"Oh"
"But this isn't about what I did, all right?" Vegeta said irritably.
"Why didn't you tell me about alcohol?" Trunks asked.
"I… I forgot, okay?" Vegeta said, the truth being that he didn't want anyone to know of how he had lost control of himself that day.
"If you knew that our son was… was pregnant, why did you say something earlier… we can still go for abortion, can't we? It's not too late, right?" Bulma asked. Vegeta stared.
"Are you crazy? Do you really want to explain to the doctors how we have a pregnant SON? The HUMAN doctors who can barely even stand male and male relationships?"
"Well maybe they won't mind too much… we can find a specialist or something…"
"It's too risky. Saiyans are fighters, even before they are born. The baby will put up a fight. It won't allow itself to be killed so easily. If he," Vegeta pointed at Trunks "tries to abort the baby most likely what will happen is he'll end up dead"
"So what can we do…" Bulma asked. Vegeta shrugged.
"What else is there to do? Just wait for another month"
"What about school?" Bulma asked.
"You can go explain to the headmaster that Trunks is very sick and will have to miss another month. You can still go and pick up any books that he'll need"
"And afterwards? What'll we do with the… baby?" Bulma asked.
"Keep it? It would not be a good idea to leave it in an adoption… you never know who would adopt it, whether the person will bring the child up well or badly. We don't want a trained demi-Saiyan to fight"
Bulma put on her 'business' face. "All right then" she said. "I'll go call the school now"
She looked at Trunks then glanced at his stomach. "Trunks, have you told Goten?"
Trunks had not really been paying attention to the conversation.
Pregnant… abortion… baby… I'm going to have a baby, Trunks thought, feeling slightly dizzy with all the new information.
"Trunks?"
"Huh?" Trunks snapped back to what was being said.
"Have you told Goten?" Bulma asked.
Tell Goten, tell Goten… what'll he think?
Trunks paled.
"No…" he said.
"Don't you think you should tell him then?"
"I don't want to talk to him," Trunks said, staring at the door.
"You've got to tell him sometime… he has to know that he's going to have a child"
"I don't want to talk to him," Trunks repeated stubbornly. Bulma sighed.
"All right, have it your way…" she said, getting up to leave. "Just don't blame me if he finds out later"
Trunks watched his mom walk out of the door. Vegeta stood up.
"Tell him" he said simply then followed Bulma out of the door, leaving Trunks alone in the room to think.
Goten followed Gohan's advice and waited. He waited for four whole weeks then started getting a bit antsy again. Why was Trunks taking so LONG?
It did occur to him sometimes that maybe Trunks wasn't at school, but on some days when he was in a busy corridor he thought he caught a glimpse of the demi-saiyan's light lavender hair so he dismissed this thought.
It was only a few days after that he discovered that the hair belonged to a girl three years older than him.
And so he stood now, his hand hovering over a telephone hanging near the door of the school entrance. He was fed up of waiting. But…
Maybe Trunks doesn't want to talk to me at all ever again… otherwise why has he been avoiding me for so long? he wondered. He had an even worse thought. What if he doesn't even go to this school anymore? What if he moved house? What if he moved to another COUNTRY?
Goten knew the last thought was a bit silly and way too extreme, but it WAS a possibility…
He stared in surprise as he thought he saw someone he knew walking to the door. He squinted. Yes, it was…
"Bulma?" he called. The blue haired woman whirled around in surprise.
"Goten!"
Goten blinked. "What're you doing with all those books?"
Bulma squirmed under the heavy load. "I'm taking them home"
"Oh… do you need some help?"
"Yes, thanks" Bulma said. Goten went over and easily took the whole load from her. They started to walk out to Bulma's car.
"What are you doing in school?" Goten asked.
"Oh, I had to collect these books for Trunks… also had to hand in some tests that the school wanted him to do"
Goten felt his heart drop. "Trunks isn't at school?"
Bulma looked surprised. "No, he hasn't been for weeks now…"
"Is he okay?" Goten asked, piling the books into the back of Bulma's car.
Bulma frowned slightly. "Yes, he is… has he called you?"
"No…"
Bulma tsked then smiled. "Why don't you call him then?" she asked. "I'm sure he'll want to talk to you"
Goten turned red. "I don't think so"
"Why not?"
Goten turned redder. "I don't uh… think he'd want to talk to me"
A hint of a smile flashed on Bulma's face. "Why?"
"I uh… did something really… bad"
"Bad, huh?" Bulma said, looking thoughtful. "Well I don't know, he seems a bit miserable and quiet… I kinda assumed it was because he wasn't seeing you every day or because you weren't calling him"
"Really?" Goten felt his heart leap. "Uh… is he okay?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why isn't he at school…"
Bulma turned slightly red. "He's uh… sick"
"Sick?"
"Yes"
Goten frowned. "But I thought you told me earlier that he was okay. How can someone be okay when they're sick?"
"He's uh… getting better. He'll be back in school after another week"
"ANOTHER WEEK?"
"He's recovering very quickly, really"
Goten wanted to scream 'recovering quickly? How can he be recovering quickly? He's already missed almost nine weeks of school!'
"I really think you should call him" Bulma said, getting into the car. She started it then smiled at Goten.
"I think he misses you" she said then drove off. Goten stood, watching the car disappear then walked back into the school. He stared at the phone.
Should I, should I not… dammit!
He picked up the phone and dialed.
Ring! Ring!
Vegeta swore and toweled the sweat off his forehead. He left the training room and went to the living room. He picked up the phone.
"What do you want?" he snarled irritably. On the other end of the line Goten jumped.
"Um, hi, this is Goten, can I speak to Trunks… please?"
Vegeta turned his head to the stairs. "It's yours!" Goten heard him holler. He heard Trunks' faint voice ask 'who is it?'
"Goten!" Vegeta yelled back. Goten winced. Vegeta was bellowing at the top of his lungs and Goten had sharp hearing.
He hoped they weren't going to yell any more for the sake of his breaking eardrums.
There was a pause then a click as another phone picked up.
"Sorry, you called the wrong house" Trunks said shortly then hung up. Goten could still hear Vegeta's hard breathing; he was still holding the phone.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Vegeta hollered. The phone clicked again and Trunks' voice came through.
"Are you still here? Yeah, sorry, wrong number. Hang up" he said then hung up. There was a pause.
"Dammit, hang up dad!" Trunks' voice wafted faintly in through Vegeta's phone.
"Uh… hello?" Goten asked. There was a long pause then an irritated grunt from Vegeta. The phone clicked then beeped.
"Hello? Hello?" Goten said then hung up.
Well that went great, he thought. He sighed. He really doesn't want to talk to me. Just hafta wait another week until he comes back to school then I guess…
He remembered his earlier conversation with Bulma.
She said he missed me though… but then he doesn't want to talk to me…
Dammit! Enough waiting!
With that Goten took off to the skies to the Briefs' house.
Around a corner of the school Bulma grinned, watching Goten fly in the direction of her house then started the car again and whistled cheerfully as she took the long route home.
Vegeta's head jerked up as he sensed Goten's energy, coming closer. He smirked. Quickly wiping himself off he put on a shirt, a fresh pair of trousers, sneakers and a jacket.
"I'm going out for a while" he called. There was no reply; Trunks was asleep. Vegeta opened the back door out of the kitchen and walked off so that Goten wouldn't sense him. Just a minute later Goten landed at the doorstep. The dark haired demi-saiyan rang the doorbell nervously.
Open the door please just open the door…
There was no answer. Goten rang the doorbell again. Again no one answered. Goten sighed. He had a strong urge to just give up and go… but he really wanted to talk to Trunks…
He flew up to Trunks' room. The huge window was closed but not locked, and Goten opened it slowly. He touched down lightly onto the wooden floor.
"Trunks?" he called softly. He saw the sleeping form in the bed and held his breath. Sunlight shone on his hair, making it seem to shine with some sort of radiance. A thick blanket was careless dragged over his body, tucked under his arm. His shoulder rose and sunk with each steady breath.
He looks like an angel, Goten thought. He decided not to wake him; Trunks was a heavy sleeper but when he was involuntarily woken up he could get very angry. Goten watched Trunks sleep silently. His heart ached and he longed to touch the lavender haired man. His hand stretched out…
Dammit, I can't do this! Goten thought in frustration and turned to leave. Almost as if by fate his hand accidentally knocked a pile of books and the porcelain cup on top of them off Trunks' desk. They flew off and hit the wall, the cup smashing instantly before crashing with loud thump noises onto the floor.
Trunks woke up instantly.
Oh crap.
"GOTEN?"
Oh CRAP.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Trunks hollered, holding the blanket to his neck.
"I wanted to talk to you…" Goten said.
"Why didn't you just use the PHONE?"
Goten's mouth quirked up. "I did. I dialed the wrong number"
Trunks scowled.
"Why didn't you call me?" Goten asked.
"I don't want to talk to you" Trunks said. It wasn't really the complete truth; the truth was that for quite a while he had been staring at the phone, too afraid to pick it up and call.
"But you're talking to me now…" Goten said, sitting gently on one corner of the bed.
"I don't want to"
"Trunks…" Goten said sadly. He sighed. "Look, I know you hate me right now but I just had to say that I'm really sorry." He lifted his head so his dark chocolate eyes met with Trunks' cold lavender. "I understand if you decide never to see me again…"
Trunks felt something yank in his heart but he didn't show it. "You knew, didn't you?" he asked.
"About what?"
"Before we went to the bar. When we were in the hotel. You KNEW what alcohol would do to us," he said accusingly. Goten looked guilty.
"Yes. I did"
"So why didn't you tell me? Didn't you think it was IMPORTANT?"
"I don't know, we were just having such a great time and I thought it would be a really cool way to end the day…"
"Sure! Get completely drunk, stagger to the room with our senses almost completely gone, SLEEP WITH ME then just leave with a NOTE?" Trunks' voice started rising. Goten reddened.
"That was a mistake… I'm really sorry"
"Damn right you should be. You took… you took advantage of me when I was drunk then just left with a note. Did you think a NOTE was enough?"
"I didn't mean to!" Goten shouted then calmed down. "I didn't mean to, okay? I was drunk too. And the next morning… I didn't think you'd want to talk to me"
"Don't you think you could have at least waited for me to wake up then explain?"
"I thought you would try kill me actually"
Trunks opened his mouth to argue but could find nothing to say.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen… are we still friends?" he asked with a hopeful smile, hoping to get Trunks to answer before he had any time to really think about it. "Because you really are my best friend… have been my best friend ever since I was born. I really don't want something like this to break up our friendship and-"
"Why did you do it?" Trunks interrupted.
"What?"
"Why did you…"
"Oh!" Goten said, feeling his cheeks burn. "I was drunk" he said.
"Apart from being drunk. Drunk people don't just DO their friends"
"I uh…"
Trunks looked at Goten strangely. "Why did you do it?" he repeated.
"Uh… I didn't mean to and I'm really sorry and I was drunk and I suppose I should 'a warned you about alcohol and I'm really sorry and-" Goten said quickly, repeating everything he had said earlier and completely hedging Trunks' question. Trunks sighed.
"Goten, you talk too much" he said and then, leaning forward, kissed the very surprised Goten on the mouth. Goten quickly relaxed into the kiss and sighed softly when Trunks pulled away.
"Answer my question?"
"I love you" Goten said. Trunks frowned and lay back.
"That's… that's not good," he muttered. Goten heard him.
"Why?"
"Because… we're best friends and we're both guys…"
"So?"
"That's not good!"
"Why?"
"It's just…" Trunks struggled for a word. "Not accepted by many people in the world"
Goten moved so he sat next to his friend. "So what?"
"We'll be outcast. Looked down upon. People will be… scared. Of us"
Goten shrugged. "We'll be different. Is that really so bad? We were different to start with, but we weren't worried about it! Why? Because no one's gone around telling the world that having alien blood is bad! The rumor that a guy liking another guy was just started by someone and passed along. It was completely opinion. So some people won't accept us, so what? We're different, they'll just have to accept that"
Trunks sighed. "We are so screwed. How are you going to tell your mom?"
"Who says I have to tell her?" Goten asked. Trunks just looked worried. Goten smiled and nuzzled his head into the crook of Trunks' neck.
"Don't worry about it… okay?"
Goten could still feel Trunks stiff under his head. Then he thought he heard something. He looked at his friend and his eyes widened slightly.
"Um, Trunks, did you uh… eat a lot while you were sick?" he asked, staring at the rather obvious bulge under the blanket. Trunks looked miserable.
"Because you know, you look kinda… fat…" Goten ventured, not wanting to test their friendship any more but wanting to tell his friend the truth.
"Like I'm pregnant?"
Goten blinked. That had been exactly what he had been thinking. Trunks sighed and stared at the ceiling.
"That would be correct," he said. Goten was… shocked, to say the least.
"What?" he asked, thinking he heard wrong or he misinterpreted what Trunks said.
"I'm going to have a baby"
"But that's not possible…"
Trunks sighed. "Like you said, we ARE… different"
"We?"
"Apparently, this only happens if two Saiyans…" Trunks flushed. "Mate"
"So it's… mine?"
Trunks nodded and Goten flushed too. "Oh…" he said. He stared at Trunks' stomach. "So that's why you didn't go to school"
Trunks nodded. Gingerly, Goten lifted the blanket down off his friend's body and stared. Since Bulma and Vegeta had reasoned (in a rather 'get my point' kind of way) that Trunks only had an 'accident' and it wouldn't happen again they hadn't really bothered to get any special maternity clothes. Trunks wore tracksuit bottoms which didn't really go right around his stomach anymore and a normal cotton t-shirt which failed to go right over the bulge, the result being that his stomach was even more noticeable than normal.
"Whoa, Trunks… you're… huge"
"I feel huge" Trunks said glumly.
"But this isn't possible… even if Saiyans can get pregnant how can it be so fast?"
"Apparently it was supposed to be for the usefulness… as Vegeta put it, 'Good grief, how is someone supposed to fight and conquer worlds if for half of nine months they're tired and sick and the other half of the time they're practically incapable of MOVING without doing damage to the child'?"
Goten touched the part of Trunks' stomach that was uncovered by his shirt tentatively. Trunks shivered.
"This is the ninth week," he said dazedly, stroking Trunks' swollen stomach gently.
"I know"
"Trunks… what's going to happen now?"
"Mom and dad said I was going to keep the kid"
"No, forget the kid for now okay? I meant what's gonna happen with you and school… are you still going… and what're your GIRLFRIENDS going to think?"
Trunks shuddered in pleasure as Goten ran his fingers lightly over his abdomen. "I don't know. I think I might just finish everything off the same way I'm doing now… at home. And besides" he said, smiling, "I would be more worried about what YOUR family will think when they find out than what my girlfriends will think"
"Don't be worried. Leave the worrying to me" Goten said. He stroked again then stared at Trunks' face.
"What?" Trunks asked.
"Do you love me too?"
Trunks turned pink. "Y… yes"
"What about all those girls you went out with before? Did you love them?"
"I thought I did" Trunks said. "But then I kinda realized… you were always there for me, ever since we were really little and we were just really close… no one else could have compared to that"
Goten grinned, obviously pleased with that answer. He absently started running his fingers round and round in a circle around Trunks' bellybutton.
"I wonder what gender it's gonna be…"
"Dad says it's probably going to be male"
"What should we name it…"
Trunks grinned lopsidedly. "Gotenks"
Goten grinned back. "Truten" he countered.
They spent another couple hours making up names before falling asleep in each other's arms.
Two days later baby Gotenks was born.
A/N: Oh man oh man oh man I forgot about Bra! Okay, in this fic, she wasn't born because I completely forgot about her. So sorry!
Next chapter spoiler: I wonder how Chichi's gonna react when she finds out… *walks off humming innocently*