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: 850

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Valentine's Day

Drabble #12- Love (revised)

"I swear to the gods I am going to kill the both of you so hard," Trunks growled down at two of his closest friends, who were both carrying the chair he was currently tied too. Did he mention he was also blindfolded? Well he is, and that's because two of his closest friends are dicks.

"Trust me, babe," Cayon said as his chair was lowered back on the ground. "You'll be thanking me so hard once this night is over."

"I just want it to go on record that I had no parts in this," Tyrese said, which prompted many calls of good-natured protest from the other party-goers. Those protests turned into cheers however, and Trunks could only guess that meant his 'entertainment had arrived.

His entertainment—he learned once his blindfold was removed—was a man in approximately half of a police uniform. A big man, who was tall, with rippling, beefy muscles, and thick facial hair—the exact body type that Trunks was not into.

So, he found himself laughing, his laughter barely heard over the sound of everyone else's.

The guy did not seem to be offended, but rather continued his erotic dance, to which Trunks joined in on. It was around that time that he'd received a text message from Erana, consisting of an image of a short, pale, extraordinarily skinny twink who had apparently been Goten's contrasting dancer, who was just as equally not his type.

He laughed some more, told the girl that for the time-being, Goten didn't exist to him, and promptly went back to partying. He missed her and wished that she could have come (as did he miss Marron, but alas, she was a young one), but it was quite obvious that Goten connected with her way better than he did. Not that he minded, it just really sucked when you and your significant other not only had the same friends, but few of them at that. If he were to be completely honest, half of the people at this party tonight were good acquaintances at best.

He had Cayon and Tyrese though, and he decided that they were all he really needed. And as annoyed as he'd been at the two of them, he decided to get over it once they both put on their own shows of sensual body movement for him.

"What in the hell is this," Tyrese questioned, holding up a rather dangerous looking contraption, to which Trunks snatched away from him.

The contraption was a drinking device, A.K.A, the Penis Pecker Dong Bong; A.K.A a funnel that connected to a long tube that ended with a plastic spout in the shape of a penis; A.K.A: "My lover for tonight."

Cayon rolled his eyes. "Nothing good ever happens when you drink, sweetheart."

"Come on, Cayon, it's my last official night of freedom! And besides, I'm not seventeen anymore. I'd like to think I can handle a bit of alcohol."

He did end up getting drunk though—the type of drunk where he knew he was drunk but was drunk enough not to care—but he didn't worry so much. While his hangover would probably be close to deadly, the wedding was in the evening, so he had a whole day to recover. Despite Goten's protests, Trunks trusted Cayon. He trusted his friend enough to know that he would not do anything stupid, and nothing stupid would happen to him.

The last memory he had was of Cayon half-carrying him, half-dragging him down a too brightly-lit hallway. He remembers entering a room, being dropped on a bed, his shoes and jacket being removed, and a waste basket being dropped next to the bed. He remembers the flash of Cayon snapping a picture that Trunks probably would not like very much at all come morning, a heavy hand ruffling his hair while bidding him goodnight, and the click of the door being shut.

Maybe Cayon thought he was already asleep and didn't notice the kiss that was laid on the top of his head just before his exit, but he did, and found himself smiling until he fell asleep for real.

XXX

"Good moooorning, princess."

"Fuck. Yourself." Trunks pulled the covers up over his head.

"Ah, ah, ah," Tyrese said, ripping back the covers. "It's almost noon, and you, my friend, need to get ready. Come on, Cayon, we need to get his ass in the shower."

It took about an hour or so before Trunks' headache subsided. It was even more hours later when he found himself completely dressed and prepared to go, only waiting for the stylist to finish his hair. He was less irritated now, mostly filled now with nerves and anxiety, but also excitement and anticipation.

He was ready. He was definitely ready.

Meanwhile, there was a knock at the hotel door. Cayon moved to answer it, and was met with Gohan, who was looking very pale and very panicked.

"What is it," Cayon asked his voice dropping down to a whisper.

"I... I can't find Goten."

Cayon blinked. Then blinked some more. Then: "Fuck."

End

Did you guys catch the theme? She was subtle, but she was there.