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' First Valentine's Day.

Word count: 1317

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

Our Valentine's Day

Drabble #5- Dates (Revised)

Trunks cursed under his breath as he struggled to maneuver through the busy streets of Birmingham. He was late—not terribly so, but late all the same. It's a wonder how he could even be late, given the fact that he literally flew here, but contemplating it does not get him there faster.

It's only a few minutes later when he spots the familiar cafe across the street. Once the cars in the road stop, he speed-walks to the other sidewalk, and pushes the door of the cafe open and out of his way. His eyes quickly scan the tables and booths, hoping but failing to find the person he was looking for.

"Well, if it isn't Blue-eyes."

Trunks rolled his apparently infamous blue eyes and smiled. His gaze followed the direction of the sound, catching on the familiar head of blond-brunet hair.

He slides into the empty chair. "It's good to see you too, Cayon."

The male across from him had changed, but not drastically so. His multi-colored hair was longer, still flopping around his face in almost graceful waves. He had grown these past years of course, even more than Goten had (much to the Son's chagrin). His face had lost all of its teenage charm and was chiseled to a gorgeous sharpness that only a man could obtain. His tanned skin was clear as always, and his brown eyes were as smug as his grin.

Trunks had always been more a fan of black hair and goofy grins, but he would be lying if he said Cayon wasn't pretty damn attractive.

It has been awhile since he'd seen pretty much his only other close male friend. They didn't have much a chance to see each other, of course, considering they were hardly ever even on the same continent.

Still, going a whole month and not seeing his best man? That was damn near appalling.

Goten had been predictably annoyed at Trunks' choice in best man, but tastefully did not put up much protest. Trunks did not have an older brother (Gohan being Goten's choice), and the only other person he was as close to as Goten and Cayon was Marron, and well, she was a fifteen-year-old girl.

Not that Trunks regretted his choice; he doubted that there had ever been a better best man in any other western-style wedding in history than Cayon. Despite the fact that Cayon was busy with his own studies (in Europe, no less), he still managed to get Trunks fitted for his tux, organized a bachelor party, kept complete track of all the other groomsmen, confirmed the honeymoon travel arrangements, and even consulted with Bulma and Chi-Chi for anything he could do for extra help. Cayon had been amazing through all of this, and Trunks wouldn't change his decision for anything.

"So," Cayon started after the waiter took their orders, "how is the fiancé?"

'The fiancé'. Once upon a time ago, Goten had simply been 'the boyfriend'.

"He's fine," Trunks said absently, "but I'm more interested in hearing about your redheaded twink."

"Eh, Jeff isn't really my redheaded twink anymore."

Trunks' brow dipped. "You guys broke up?"

"Yeah, last week. Don't look at me like that Trunks, I wasn't even that into him anyway." He waved him off. "But don't think I didn't notice your dismissive reply. Is there a dark cloud in your Son-shine that you aren't telling me about?"

Trunks rolled his eyes. At least he wasn't calling him 'Go-Go' anymore. "No, my days are still as shiny as ever."

"So, you're saying there isn't a problem? No reason for me to whisk you off your feet and take you away?"

Trunks swirled his spoon in the tea the waiter had brought him. "Well, I wouldn't say there was a problem…"

Cayon arched his brow.

Trunks sighed and reminded himself that Cayon was one of the few people he could tell anything too.

"Just… well… do you think we're moving too fast?"

"Too fast?"

Trunks nodded.

Cayon brushed his chin with his fingers and gave Trunks a thoughtful look. "Do you want my answer, or the one you want to hear?"

"Cayon."

"Alright, alright, what makes you think you're moving too fast?"

"Well it's not necessarily that I think that… I just, I don't know, I can't get it out of my head. I mean, I'm twenty years old, in the middle of transitioning from college to running the biggest company in the world all while planning for my wedding, and to top it all off, we got engaged a day after what was nearly a romantically-fatal fight." Trunks finished his rant by brushing a hand tiredly over his face. "Nothing about what I just said was normal."

"I hate to break it to you, Trunks, but you've never been normal."

Trunks peered up with a small smile. "Thanks, I appreciate it. Really, though, what do you think?"

"Trunks, you know I'm biased," Cayon said shamelessly, sipping his beverage. "As far as I'm concerned you should've ditched Son-shine the day he said he liked yellow Starburst. I mean, really? Ew."

"Cayon," Trunks said for a second time in exasperation, mainly because he knew that he really meant it. It baffled him that the two of them hated each other even when they were kids. Trunks didn't even know that seven-year olds could hate each other.

"Okay, look, if you're that bothered by it that you're having second thoughts, then why don't you just talk to him? Weren't you doing that thing where you actually talked about your problems now?"

Trunks huffed, embarrassed at the reminder of his previous behavior. "I'm not having second thoughts! I want to marry him, I really, really do. These are just harmless doubts, which is why I can't bring them up because then he's going to think I'm having second thoughts and just... ugh." He completed his groan by collapsing dramatically over the tabletop.

"Alright, Trunks, I'll just pretend we aren't talking about Son-shine and give you an honest answer," Cayon folded his hands and donned a more serious expression. "Is it weird that he chose to propose a day after you guys almost broke up? Yes, and I don't blame you for feeling rushed. However, given the fact that you guys waited two years and have that whole childhood friends trope or whatever going on, someone from the outside looking in might wonder why you guys are moving so slow. Time is relative that way—it only matters if you decide it matters."

Cayon took another sip of his drink. "Also, you should keep in mind that you can want to marry him and not have to do it now. You've got all the time in the world, buttercup."

Trunks thought about it and shook his head. "I don't think I want to wait, and I doubt doing so will change my mind. Whether it's a week or a year from now, I'm always going to overthink things, huh?"

"Probably," Cayon agreed cheekily.

Trunks sighed and ran his hands through his hair. His thoughts didn't change but he did feel a bit better. "Thanks for listening to me. I'm sorry I dumped all my relationship problems on you."

Cayon smirked and leaned further across the table. "You could make it up to me by making this the best date of my life, babe."

Trunks quirked his brow in amusement. "You and Goten would get along much better if you rethought your word choices."

Cayon sniffed. "It's not my fault he can't handle my charm."

Trunks laughed. "Speaking of your 'charm', there must be someone who's caught your eye by now. I know you've moved on from Jeff by now."

"Who's Jeff, again?" Cayon tilted his head in mock-confusion, before launching into a tale about a cute Malaysian girl in his physics class. Trunks leaned back in his seat and listened full-heartedly.

End

Birmingham is in England btw.