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… I don't own Say Yes to the Dress.

Summary: 14 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' Valentine's Day.

Word count: 999

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

This drabble contains sexual content.

Our Valentine's Day

Drabble #4- Hugs (Revised)

"Goten, can you please watch this in the bedroom?"

Goten turned away from the dazzling wedding dress projected on the television screen. "Why do you always get so weird when I watch this show?"

"Why do you watch this show?"

"Maybe I'm trying to tell you something."

"Alright, don't get mad when I expect you to wear the dress I buy you," Trunks said, his eyes not meeting Goten's once. "I don't care that you're watching it, but it's hard to focus with 'do you say: Yes to the Dress?' ringing in my ear every two minutes."

"Alright, alright," he concedes, turning down the volume. He'd lost interest in the over-priced dresses, anyway.

He turned to regard his beloved. To say that Trunks was exhausted was an understatement. His body was slumped; his normally impeccable hair was scruffy and un-brushed; his leg was bouncing tirelessly; his eyes were red and baggy behind his glasses as they stared down at the opened binders and textbooks and papers covering the coffee table. Awful was not exactly a nice word, but it was probably the most accurate.

His state of being hadn't been caused by his homework alone, but rather his business work. As far as Goten could tell, Bulma had been dumping more and more work on him as of late—"extra practice", Trunks called it.

Trunks stood to his feet. "I'm going to make coffee."

"Practice" be damned. He knew Trunks' work was important, but as far as Goten was concerned, his baby's health ranked far higher.

"Trunks, you've been working for hours, take a break," Goten said from the kitchen archway.

"I'm still hours away from being done," Trunks replied. "I don't have time for breaks."

"Sure, you do," Goten said, pulling Trunks away from the coffee machine and wrapping his arms around his waist tightly. "Come on, Trunks, just a little break. One measly movie can't hurt."

"Yes, Goten, it can."

"No, it can't..." Goten trailed off, leaning in to plant a kiss.

He was quite surprised when his lips met nothing but air, and his body was stumbling forward from the sudden lack of support. It made a lot of sense, however, when he turned his head to the side, and saw Trunks standing very much not in his arms and making his way out of the kitchen.

"Trunks," Goten said lowly, warningly.

The man in question turned his head and stuck out his tongue, before disappearing past the wall.

Well, then bring it, bitch.

Goten took off, nearly slipping on the tiles as he sped out of the kitchen, his eyes locked on Trunks' quickly retreating form as he chased him into the living room. They were both on either side of the couch, one trying to catch and the other trying to flee. Goten's look of determination was a complete contrast to Trunks' giddy smile, his blue eyes brighter in this little moment than they had been in all the past few hours.

Goten braced a hand against the back of the couch and leap over it, just as Trunks was running to the other side, thus setting them off again. He was surprised that Trunks ran into the bedroom, given that there was no place in there to hide. Not that he was complaining, especially not when he succeeded in tackling Trunks to the bed.

They wrestled, rolling around and gripping at each other in any attempt to win. Goten got his hands on a pillow and knocked it repeatedly over Trunks' head, hopping to beat the other into submission, but it was to no avail, as Trunks somehow managed to straddle him, pinning his arms to his sides with his legs.

Trunks was breathing hard, and his words were stained with his obvious amusement, "I'm busy."

"You're busy," Goten repeated.

"Leave. Me. Alone," he punctuated each word by getting closer, his lips nearly touching Goten's on the last one.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone," he nods.

Trunks watched him for another second, before lifting his knee to swing off him. It was a mistake however, as Goten's newly freed arm hooked around Trunks' waist, and flipped him onto his back. He grabbed both of Trunks wrists and pinned them above his head.

"—After I've had my way with you."

Trunks squirmed under the lips against his neck. "You're such a cheater."

Goten blew against the bit of wetness he left on Trunks' neck as he nudged his knee between his legs, spreading them apart. "I think that whoever said, 'cheaters never win', were just salty that they didn't get the prize."

He's not sure how many kisses he's left all over Trunks' face and neck, but he knows it's enough to have Trunks tugging his hands free to pull him closer. Trunks' sweatpants are thin, but Goten still pulls them down before grinding his hips into the body beneath him.

Trunks is shuddering and moaning with each roll. One of his legs wound around Goten's waist and tugged him down harder. His arms however are wrapped tight around Goten's back, making him incapable of leaving even if he wanted too. The thing about embracing was, as tight as this hold was, it was no closer than the rather simple hug in the kitchen. Bodies could only be so close to each other.

It feels closer, though, and that's all Goten can think about when his body shudders one last time.

Goten rolls to the side as he catches his breath. It's a rather long time in strange silence before he realizes that Trunks actually fell asleep. He's surprised that Trunks managed to keep such a tight grip on him even while unconscious, and he makes sure to keep his amused laughter to a quiet chuckle.

Trunks will be annoyed that Goten didn't wake him up and will undoubtedly force himself back to work once he does. Goten would do his best not to distract him then, but for now, he would hold him while he slept, and entertain himself with the idea of actually getting married in a dress.

End

Spoiler alert: he doesn't get married in a dress.