My very first double-digit chapter. I'm so happy. It's too bad I can't cry. No, I mean it. I literally can't cry. It doesn't matter how sad/happy a story/movie may be. I just won't cry. I have to admit, though, I've come close. It kinda makes me wanna cry. I mean, I've always wished I could cry, but nothing ever seems sad enough. Oh well. Back to the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. If I did, then things would be, well, different, now wouldn't they?

Fight

Trunks P.O.V.

"Hey Trunks, what are you doing here?" Goten asked in an innocently excited way, making me feel all the more guilty for the feelings I held within me.

"I need a place to stay. My dad kinda… kicked me out," was my slightly glum but mostly embarrassed response.

"Oh. Well, I'm pretty sure my parents wouldn't mind. I'll go ask them, but in the meantime, get your ass in here; it must be freezing out there."

"Goten, it's July."

"I'm really not getting your point."

"God, you are a complete idiot sometimes."

"I'm not the one who's still standing outside. Get in here already."

As I stepped inside, I could only imagine the possible outcomes of this scenario, the first of many, being the obvious choice, 'what if he rejected me?'. That one didn't play out to well. It started out with me saying those three dreaded words. I could barely even get them out when they were in my head. He would look at me with terror and disgust in his eyes. I would play it off quickly as a joke and after leaving, would go into denial. That would only last for a few weeks. I would then begin to attempt drinking my problems away and start messing with different types of drugs. In the end it would all lead to a miserable half of a year and a gruesome suicidal end. That wasn't really to my liking so I decided to try the one where I don't tell him. That one ended the same way. Maybe he would reject me and yet still want to be friends. I could live with that. I wouldn't be at my happiest, but I wouldn't feel like I lost my best friend and I wouldn't have to think about what could have been. It would be acceptable. Then I reeled through the final one. The one I thought about most often. What if he feels the same way I do? We could live happily ever in an enchanted forest with our seven adopted children and grow old together, sitting on our little rocking chairs on the front porch. I know, how cliché, but it's how I've always pictured it. I watched as a perfect wedding went along perfectly. We each were doing what we most loved to do, and though are life was simple and sometimes slightly monotonous, it was all just perfect. We never fought, and all of our children were perfect angels who got along splendidly. This was the life I wanted, the scenario that I wanted to play out. It was also probably the least likely one to happen. It was all just a fantasy that could never evolve into something more. Goten was straight and that's all that there was to it.

"Trunks, anything wrong? You've been all zoned out for the past twenty minutes."

"Goten, is that you? Where am I?"

"Yes, it's me, and you're at my house, dimbo."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I got lost in my thoughts. It's just that you're so beautiful."

"What?"

"What?"

"Never mind."

"Okay."

"Mom, dad, he's delirious. I think Vegeta smacked him one too may times. You know, after the first seventeen 'one too many times.'

"WHAT!"

"Wait, he's fine."

"What was that all about?"

"Well I had to get your attention somehow didn't I?"

"So, can I stay here?"

"That depends. Where would you rather sleep: in a bed or on the floor?"

"In a bed."

"With me or Gohan."

"On the floor."

"Then, yes, you can stay. I'll get you the air mattress from the basement."

"You guys have a basement?"

"Well, it didn't come with the house, if that's what you mean, but my mom wanted one so Gohan, my father, and I kinda blasted one in there. Then she made us buy a house to put where we had made the basement because we kinda tore it up in the process."

"Why has no one ever heard about this?"

"Because nobody ever listens."

"So what's for dinner?"

"We already ate."

"I didn't."

"Trunks, you're rich. Go buy something."

"By myself."

"No, of course not. I'm still hungry so you're buying for me too. How much money did you bring, 200 dollars?"

"No I brought 2,156 dollars, and 72 cents. Goten, are you all right; your jaw seems slightly unhinged. Did I not bring enough?"

"Good lord man. That's enough for the next month and a half if we spend it fast. Did you like climb into a hole for the past seventeen years and never come out."

God could he ramble He just kept going, and going, and going. It was like the energizer bunny except he lasted longer. Amazing. It's too bad I stopped listening after that hole comment. I wish I could crawl into one right now. I was about to take Goten out to dinner as a friend again. How I wished that it was a date. A date that I've longed for for a long time. Oh, did he stop talking.

"So, Goten, where do you want to go?"

"Arby"s!"

"We always go there."

"That's what makes it special."

"Goten, there's something seriously wrong with you. Have you ever considered seeing a psychiatrist?"

"You can be so mean sometimes, Trunks. Why don't you just give me twenty dollars and go to a different restraint."

"Fine, but wouldn't you prefer to have fifty; you are a pig when it comes to eating."

"Trunks, I'm not fucking kidding okay. I'm tired of you thinking I'm stupid. I'm tired of everyone thinking it, but at least they have the decency to keep their fucking mouths shut. You though, you just can't seem to keep your mouth shut. All you do is tease me, all the time. I'm not stupid okay. I'm just as smart as you are, maybe smarter okay. I just choose to have a little fucking fun in my life. I'm not your little toy that you can just push around and talk shit to as much as you want. I'm serious here okay. Take your fucking money and go find somewhere else to say. I hate you, you bastard."

"Goten, I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

"No, you didn't, and maybe as my best friend you should have. Maybe you should have seen the hurt in my eyes every time you said it. Maybe you should have been more considerate, but you didn't and you weren't. I said get out of my house, and I meant it. I never want to see your face again you jerk."

"Goten?"

"I SAID GET OUT."

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Trunks- This is pure insanity.

Goten- I know. Having a hot dog without mustard on it. It's sacrilege.

Trunks- Goten, you're an idiot.

Goten- What is wrong with you Trunks. About half a page up I just yelled at you for calling me that too much.

Trunks- Fine, you're an insane genius.

Goten- Your not scoring any points here.

Trunks- Hey, where's Kaiser.

Goten- I'm not allowed to tell you. He'll be back within the next chapter or two though, so you'll see.

Trunks-Wait, if he's not here, how did this chapter get written.

Goten- He left me the chapter, I typed it, and I posted it. It's actually quite simple.

Trunks- It would have to be for you to do it.

Goten- TRUNKS!

…

Trunks- Goten did he leave you a note for the end.

Goten- No, why?

Trunks- How does this thing end then?

Goten- I guess we wing it.

Trunks- Umm, okay, well, that's the end.

Goten- Oh, great ending

Trunks- Like you could do any better.

Goten- Whatever, Trunks. Okay people, do whatever it is that you're supposed to do and come back for the next chapter soon. He says it'll be up in a few days.

Trunks- Goten.

Goten- Yeah?

Trunks- That's an end note.

Goten- Oh.