Disclaimer: I still do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters.
Because of the quick (good) reviews and slightly larger base of people interested in the story, I have decided to release this chapter (which I actually wrote the same night as the last one but couldn't upload until tonight) early!
Enjoy!
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"Good morning," a low, breathy, masculine, yet somewhat familiar voice greets me. I feel the breath against my cheek but keep my eyes closed. A grunt escapes my throat as I begin to stretch my arms but find myself unable to move them. All at once, I notice the light pressure on my wrists and my stomach.
My eyes shoot open and, as they come into focus, the emerald eyes of my roommate, inches from my face, look back, his impossibly dark hair cascading down his face and shoulders.
I lay helpless and without words.
"Don't sleep in too late, now, Goten," he says in the same voice.
"What... what are you doing?" I manage to squeak out.
"Oh, please. I know you want it. I see the way you look at me."
I notice that he, also, is clad in nothing but boxers.
"N--"
"And I'm just feeling,..." he pauses midsentence to place a kiss on my neck and another just below my lips. "...particularly charitable," he finishes, kissing me full on the lips.
My eyes widen. I struggle to release his hold on my wrists, to no avail.
"Oh, Goten, don't fight it. I know you want it."
I am still unable to come up with words. He leaves a trail of kisses down my chest, pinning my wrists to the wall, when finally all of the feelings I couldn't express before explode in the form of the word, "Trunks!"
He lifts his head as his eyes meet mine. "What did you say?"
"I love Trunks...," I respond weakly, breaking down toward the end.
He releases my wrists slightly, and I free my hands. He stands up, off of the bed, and gives me a look of disbelief.
"Who the hell is Trunks?" he asks, one hand on his slender hip.
Barely over a whisper, I reply "He's this guy I know, and..."
"Wait, that guy with the stupid purple hair?"
"You know him?"
"God, everybody knows him. Arrogant little prick. Cute, but a total asshole. 'Least that's what my friend said. But you're barking up the wrong tree, my friend. He's straight as an arrow."
"I know..." I say, wiping a tear from my left eye.
"You know? Well, then what do you think you're doing?" he yells, switching hands and hips.
"I don't know... I don't know," I say, shaking my head.
"Yeah, well, you had your chance with me. You wanna chase after straight guys, be my guest," he says nonchalantly, pulling on jeans and acting like nothing had happened.
I sigh and go to take a shower.
I have to tell him. I have to tell him by the end of the day. I'll give myself till midnight. That'll give me all day to think about how I'll break it to him. But it's going to drive me crazy if I don't tell him. And that's no good for either of us.
When I return, Yamato is back to listening to his iPod with his eyes closed.
Back to normal. That entire scene never happened. Neither of us will ever speak of it again and it will never happen again.
I grab my keys and leave.
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I look at my cellphone. 9:15 PM. I wasted the whole day not preparing for this.
I call Trunks. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Goten."
"Hey, what's up?"
"You wanna do something?"
"Sure, just let me finish up this business homework."
"All right, how long will that take?" I ask with an undertone of impatience.
"Um... maybe till 10:30?" Dammit.
"All right. Can we go to CC when you get done?"
"Uh... sure, that sounds good."
"Cool, see you then."
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I look at my cellphone. 9:19 PM. Dammit.
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I look at my cellphone. 9:26 PM. Dammit.
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I look at my cellphone. 9:28 PM. Okay, time to find something to occupy my time. I go to the Starbucks closeby and order a frappuccino, and listen to the music for a nice long time. When I get bored with that, I look at my cellphone again. 9:34 PM. Dammit.
I continue to sit and sip my frappuccino when a voice comes from my right.
"Goten?"
"Hmm?" I turn to see who it is. "Oh, hey, Marron," I say, turning back.
"How's it going?" she greets, sitting in the chair across from my two-seater table.
"All right, just killing time."
"Yeah. I love this place."
I nod, mentally rolling my eyes.
"Do you come here often?" she asks.
"Ha, that sounds like a pick-up line if I've ever heard one," I say, smiling and loosening up.
"Haha, oh please! If some loser used that as a pickup line I'd just say, 'Well, I won't anymore.'"
I laugh aloud. That's pretty good.
"So, how has your day been?" she asks.
"Good, good. And yours?"
"Oh, pretty hectic. I had a test in psychology today that I might've bombed, even though I understood all the material. He just tests funny. Like he'll ask "Which part of the brain is the cerebellum?" I wrote 'the part in the back,' but the answer was 'the part that plays the most important role in sensory perception.' I mean, they're both right. And I knew them both, but I just picked one. And it was the wrong one. It sucks."
"That does suck."
"Yeah, but it's okay. As far as teachers go, I've had worse. And I'm pretty sure that there aren't any other teachers in the psych department who test quite so weird."
"I hope not. I haven't even met any of the history teachers yet."
"Oh, are you a history major?"
"Yeah, but I'm just taking core classes now."
"History, wow. Brave. What interests you about that?"
"I don't know. Just seeing how everything fits together, I guess. Event and consequence, cause and effect. And, of course, you can learn from your mistakes in the past and not be doomed to repeat them."
She nods. "That makes sense. I'm a psych major because I think it's so fascinating how the mind works. How people act, especially. I thought about double-majoring and tacking on anthropology, but that's a lot of work, and I like focusing on the individual more than society."
"That's cool. I've always thought psychology was interesting, too, but, I don't know, not enough to major in it."
"Yeah, I understand."
We continue to talk.
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"So, you said you were killing time, huh? What are you waiting for?" Marron asks.
"Oh, I'm going to go hang out with Trunks at 10:30."
"Oh, really? Well, it's... 10:19 now."
"Whoa, time flies, huh? I guess I should get going."
"All right. Tell him I said 'hi,' okay?"
"Will do!" I shout back.
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Did Marron and I just talk for a full half an hour?
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I stand outside my dorm from 10:24 to 10:42, when Trunks pulls up.
"Hop in, 'Ten!" He's started saying this every time he pulls up now.
We arrive at the Capsule Corporation and I request that we go to the roof. Like he's going to say no.
In the a-little-more-than-seventeen minutes I spent waiting I decided that the perfect place to break it to him is on the roof. That way if he gets upset, he only has the one exit, downstairs, and I can chase him and apologize.
And if he's not, well... we'll be under the stars.
I sigh wistfully as the thoughts that have run through my mind for the last eighteen minutes run through again.
We arrive on the rooftop. Trunks and I had come out here once before, during the daytime, to watch people pass by and make funny comments about them. I think I'm better at that than he is, but fun was had by all.
He lies back immediately and I follow suit, and we look up at the stars. He begins to make up constellations and point them out because he thinks I don't know he's full of it.
"Trunks... there's something I have to tell you."
"I have something to tell you, too, Goten."
Slight postponement. What? I have till midnight.
"You go first," I say.
"Okay," he breathes deeply. "Today,... "
"Uh huh?"
"...I asked Marron out. ...And she said yes!"
My heart sinks into my stomach.
"Isn't that great?" he asks.
"Yeah, that's awesome," I say, with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, which still is not much. She's a great girl, it seems. And Trunks needs a great girl. But, still,... it's not me.
Trunks smiles. "I'm glad you think so. This is so great," he says excitedly. "Now what was it that you wanted to tell me?"
I look down, and then look at the silhouette of Trunks's well-built frame. I then look up at his face, bathed in moonlight, and finally, into his perfect eyes, glittering from the reflection of the stars.
"There's no such thing as 'Orion's hat.'"
"Yeah, I made it up," he laughs, lying back down as I do the same, returning my gaze to the midnight sky.
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End Part I.