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' Valentine's Day.

Word count: 1654

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

Our Valentine's Day

Drabble #6- Chocolate (revised)

The moment Trunks stepped out of the stairwell and onto their floor, he smelled something deliciously sweet. His mood lightened instantly, and he suddenly couldn't get to their apartment fast enough.

Enrolling in cooking classes had to be one of the best choices Goten had ever made. Not once since they had moved in together has Trunks had a bland or subpar meal. Every dish Trunks came home too was either super exotic, or so intricate that just looking at the steps involved made even his head spin. Even the dishes Trunks didn't care for were too amazing to waste. Goten had a gift that most definitely rivaled his mother's, and Trunks didn't think he'd ever meet another person who could cook as well as she could. In terms of a future spouse, Trunks thinks he's hit the jackpot.

He was curious as to what would greet him today even more so than usual. 'Sweet' was not really something Trunks was used to smelling around dinnertime, but he was excited all the same.

The moment he opened the door, the rich scent hit him harder and became immediately recognizable.

Chocolate.

Confused, Trunks discarded his backpack and went to investigate. He found Goten washing his hands in the kitchen sink, surrounded by bowls and utensils dirtied by brown mix and powders. Trunks held back a giggle at the white apron tied around his body. Goten's domestication was rather adorable.

Once their customary greeting and welcome home kiss was through, Trunks asked, "What's all this?"

"I made homemade chocolate," Goten answered.

Trunks examined a spoon and debated licking the mix off of it. "Any particular reason why?"

"My dad asked me too. He's coming to pick them up tomorrow morning."

Trunks quirked his brow. "Really?"

"Yeah, he wanted to do something special for my mom. I bet you ten bucks she's probably pissed at him over something." Goten gestured with a nod over his shoulder. "Go look; they're on the counter."

Trunks looked towards the counter and was abruptly shocked by what he was met with. The box was huge, red, and in the shape of a heart. Despite its size, the many brown treats were packed in tightly, and yet still managed to look neat. What surprised him the most was the multitude of different chocolate treats. There were plain ones, and iced ones, and frosted ones, and ones drizzled smartly with sauce. Some had sprinkles, others were powdered, and some even had crumbles on them. Their shapes varied from squares to balls to hearts—he could even see a few in the shape of roses, the petals all intricately-layered.

"Damn, Goten, you really went all out! How did you do all this?" This was even better than some of the professional chocolate boxes he'd seen! Goten had to have been working on this for hours.

"You think she'll like it?"

"Goten, I'll kick her myself if she doesn't."

The Son laughed and shucked off his apron. "I wasn't expecting you to be home this early. Let me hop in the shower and I'll get started on dinner, okay?"

Trunks nodded, and Goten was gone.

Trunks made work of putting away all of the ingredients and piling the dishes in the sink. He was going get started on the washing, but decided he needed to look at the masterpiece one more time.

It was hard to believe that Goten created this. Goten was a wonderful cook, yes, but it never dawned on Trunks that he could decorate this amazingly as well. When he thought about it, he can recall how the dishes Goten made for dinner did tend to look like they came out of a world-renowned restaurant, even when it was something as simple as baked chicken.

But damn, if these chocolates were even so much as a quarter as good as they looked...

And they were delicious of course. Everything Goten made was delicious, and these chocolates would be no exception.

Trunks leaned his head against the counter, peering at the box in front of him while the thick scent swirled in his head.

It wouldn't hurt to try one, right? Just one... to confirm his theory, of course.

He leaned closer and analyzed the situation. There were so many pieces that if he took one and just rearranged the pieces around it, no one should be able to tell the difference.

Plan firm in his mind, he reached in and pinched one of the red wrappers holding a chocolate heart with icing stripes. Shifting the other treats until the empty spot was filled, he bit into it.

He couldn't stop the moan that left him as the still-warm white chocolate melted all over his tongue, the dark saucy center a pleasurable surprise.

So good.

He would be disrespecting himself if he only allowed himself one of these sinfully good treats. The only way he could compensate was by taking another.

This one had a pecan in the middle, and despite it being as delicious as the last piece, it wasn't a fair choice because he was not entirely fond of nuts, so he deserved another choice.

It seemed that Goten's theme was filling the centers, because inside of the powdered ball Trunks took next was baked brownie and deciding that since Goten wanted to cheat by putting in a none candy element, he deserved another. Only one more and he would be done.

This one was dark with a tang of raspberry, and he just had to have one more...

... Okay, that piece was unnecessarily good so another one and that would be it.

...

Just one more...

It appeared that this 'one more' was a mistake, because once he bit into it, the smooth caramel and milk chocolate sauce center (delicious, by the way) dripped thickly from the treat and onto the side of the box, catching some of the treats around the edge in the process.

"Oh, fuck," he mumbled, quickly rubbing his thumb against the mess. It was too late, however as the red cardboard had been immediately discolored to the point of no return. There was no amount of rearranging he could do to cover up the number of pieces that had been caught in the crossfire, either. Fuck.

Well since they were already ruined...

Trunks picked through the box, plucking out the ones that were ruined—and maybe a few that weren't—and popped them one after another into his mouth, promising that he would simply have to make it up to Goten. He'll clean the house for the rest of the month and buy him the most expensive dinners money could buy. He could dress up as an anime maid, or maybe even a playboy bunny. Yeah, Goten would probably like that. He'll let Goten do whatever he wanted for a night—maybe he'd even let Goten use those handcuffs Tyrese bought them as a joke, because he's 90% sure that BDSM is some type of secret kink of his. If Goten's porn history wasn't enough evidence to his theory, then there was also his eager attitude to what they'd done that one Christmas that Trunks still blushed at the memory of. He meant to ask him about that. Maybe, just maybe, if Goten was really mad he'd let him do it aga—

His thoughts are cut off because Goten suddenly appears in the doorway. All he's wearing is sweatpants and his hair is dripping wet, and Trunks idly remembers that Goten tended to take short showers.

His dark eyes are wide, and Trunks then remembers that he's bent over the heart box, looking like guilt personified with his fingers brown and sticky. He can feel the mess of melted chocolate on his lips and dripping down his chin, making and even more incriminating mess of his shirt and his pride.

They stare at each other. Goten bites his lip, and Trunks prepares himself for the chastisement that will put all other chastisements to shame, until he realizes that Goten isn't trying to hold back his anger, but rather his laughter.

Trunks feels his cheeks burn to a degree that he hasn't accomplished since his teen years. That only seems to set Goten off, who doubles over, clutching desperately at his stomach as his laughter bellowed from deep within his body.

"I—I can't," he moans, his pale face almost as red as Trunks', "I c-can't breathe!"

Trunks growled and stomped towards the sink. Goten catches him by the wrists, however, examines his messy hands, and throws his head back for more laughter.

"Damn you, let me go," Trunks grumbles.

"I c-can't," Goten says, fighting to get his words out. "I n-need to have this in my li-life for as long as I possibly can!"

Trunks swallowed his second growl, but he had no other choice than to wait for Goten to get a hold of himself.

He did eventually, laughter still prominent in his words as he said, "If you wanted some, you could've just said so. There are leftovers in the oven."

Trunks' jaw drops, exposing his stained teeth (which set Goten giggling again), before letting out a groan. "I'm really sorry about your mother's chocolate, Goten."

Goten kissed his forehead. "Don't sweat it. I'm flattered you like my chocolate."

"Still..."

"Don't worry about it. We'll just get a new box and decorate some of the leftovers. Maybe I'll even make you one of your own. It'll cost you, though."

Trunks quirked his brow.

Goten grinned. "Let me take a picture so I can relive this moment forever."

Trunks' face flushed again. "Fuck off, idiot!"

Goten seemed to ponder that, before his voice dropped into something sultrier, "Then at least let me clean you up."

... Well, Trunks does need to compensate...

Goten kisses him then, maybe a bit more enthusiastically than normal.

He must like the taste of his chocolates as well.

End

Of the 76 drabbles I wrote in total, this one is definitely in my top three favorites.