Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with quite a complex series such as Dragon ball Z. I don't own it, nor do I wish I owned it, because that sounds like a lot of work…
Summary: 14 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' first Valentine's Day.
Word count: 885
Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.
Our Valentine's Day
Drabble #3- Cards (Revised)
The only excuse Goten could offer was that he was extremely bored.
Boredom was not something that was new to him, contrary to popular belief. As easily entertained as he was, it was pointless when there was absolutely nothing to entertain him. His job was not entertaining, seeing as how for the past few days he worked the midday shift, when most children were at school and their parents at work. Video games also were not entertaining, seeing as how he was stuck on a rather difficult level, and thus needed to embark on a mandatory break to prevent him from harming the system beyond repair. Not even Trunks could entertain him, seeing as how he was too busy attending classes, and doing homework from those classes, and traveling to the other side of the world to attend meetings with his mother, and doing homework from those meetings with his mother. Goten was used to this of course, and normally he could suffer through his periods of boredom with minimal complaint.
However, three whole days with absolutely nothing to do? This could not stand.
And so, he promptly fixed his situation by having a quick visit with Erana—Tyrese's girlfriend and his new friend—the night before.
Once Goten broke the language barrier, he found that he liked Erana rather much. She was short, but somehow seemed to capture your attention with every word she said. She was also smart, and did not need to use big, confusing words to be so.
More importantly though, she was funny, and there was no better trait than a good sense of humor in Goten's book.
"You're giving him a card?" he had asked her.
"Yup, I sure am. Here, read it."
'Help, I've fallen for you and I can't get up.' There was a horizontal elderly lady on the card.
"Very romantic," he told her, snickering.
"Well, Tyrese is a sucker for humor—romantic humor is even better. I figured it would cheer him up. I've been busy so we couldn't hang out, and he's been pretty bummed out about it."
Trunks was busy.
Goten was bummed out.
The solution became quite obvious.
'Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I'm feeling the connection.'
The first card had gone directly to the man himself, just as he was leaving for his afternoon classes.
"Cute," Trunks said sarcastically, but rewarded him with an extra sweet goodbye kiss.
Trunks was probably far from kisses and closer to homicide by now, but that's what was fun about it! If one card was entertaining, then more than one would be even better!
So of course, that's what Goten did.
The next one Trunks should have found in the front compartment of his backpack, while he was pulling out his wallet for the coffee he would buy at the Starbucks just outside the campus.
'I'd love you even if you were so ugly that everybody died.' This was accompanied by a picture of Patrick Star from Spongebob Squarepants. Goten died when he read it, and thusly had to share his mirth with his beloved.
The next one would be inside Trunks' wallet, folded up neatly next to his cash.
'You're the only naked man I'd want to see.' This one was with the face of Mulan in the lake. You didn't think he'd miss out on the opportunity to make it sexy, did you?
'Is there a phone in your back pocket? Because I swear, I hear that ass calling me.' He would notice this one in his back pocket once he sat down.
'If I were endoplasmic reticulum, how would you want me: smooth or rough?'
'You can call me Nemo because I'm not afraid to touch the butt.'
'With you around, Pride Rock isn't the only thing that's hard.' And of course, his wonderful cards ended off with The Lion King, Goten's favorite Disney movie.
Presently, Goten was half on the couch and half on the floor, dying from laughter. Oh, what he would give to see Trunks' face right now! All day he must've been finding cards, embarrassingly hiding the messages from his friends, all while cursing Goten's existence. Hilarious!
As suggestive as his cards had been, he probably earned himself a depressingly sexless night, but gods dammit it was worth it.
Goten was still laughing as he righted himself and walked down the hallway towards their bedroom. Trunks would no doubt be calling him soon, and Goten wanted to be in the most comfortable position possibly for the hysterical fit that would no doubt befall him once again.
Of course, it was then that he met with the white envelope resting on top of one of the pillows.
There was no way...
'I could say you aren't sexy, but I'd be lion.' A picture of Simba joined the words. Goten flipped the card over, amazed that even in the simplest of situations, Trunks could always stay one step ahead of him.
'So, you can hakuna my tatas anytime you want.'
XXX
Hours later found Trunks standing in the hallway outside of their apartment, smiling as he read the card that was inside of the white envelope he'd found taped on their front door.
'If I had a star for every time you made me smile, I'd be holding the galaxy.'
End