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: 1137

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Valentine's Day

Drabble #13- Candy (revised)

"Well, hon, you don't seem to have a fever," the school nurse said, removing the thermometer from his mouth and disposing of the cover.

"My head still really hurts."

"Alright then, how about you lie down for a moment and see if that makes you feel better?"

Trunks nodded and walked to the separate room which housed the three cots, making sure to look as miserable as possible as he went. He was lying of course, and he almost felt guilty, but he just couldn't deal with the girls anymore.

Valentine's Day was one of the worst days of the year in his opinion. Ever since he had walked into homeroom, he'd been bombarded non-stop with frilly packages of chocolate from girls of all grade levels. Letters of secret love and shouted confessions accompanied the confections, so much so that his fingers were numb from constantly opening folded pages and his throbbing eardrums could still distantly hear the words 'I love you'...

His breaking point, however, had been one particularly bold girl who had cornered him at his locker, and then led him underneath the secluded staircase and abruptly guided his hand under her skirt.

Perhaps his tall tale of unhealthiness wasn't such a lie after all. He still felt queasy just thinking about it. Hence why he needed to hide out here, at least until lunchtime was over. If he went to the cafeteria, he would be at the mercy of nearly the entire school's female population, and there was no telling what would happen to him then. He simply could not deal with that many girls at once.

Girls weren't all bad he supposed. There was a softness about them that he supposed he could appreciate, and he could distinguish which ones were pretty and which were not, and he could even kiss them with no problem and even experience a flutter of feeling when he did. It was everything passed that that made his stomach churn and his chest twist.

Trunks curled up on the cot. It just didn't make sense. Why was he so weird? He had girls literally throwing themselves at him. He was living every fourteen-year-old boy's dream. Every other guy would have been ecstatic had they been in his position, so why wasn't he? What was wrong with him?

Of course, he knew of a word that could possibly be associated with his 'problem', but he was perfectly content with ignoring it. Ignoring something long enough would eventually have to make it go away, right? There was simply no way he could allow himself to even think of himself that way. He can admit that he was weird, but he wasn't that weird.

He groaned in despair. Why can't this day be over already?

His inner brooding was interrupted by the creak of the door swinging open. He didn't need to look to know who it was.

Goten was barely thirteen, still a little immature to be serious about girls, but it was quite clear that he liked them, and it was even more obvious that the older he got, the more his like for them would grow. Despite Goten's lingering childlike innocence, slowly fading baby face, and shocking naivety, his whole being practically screamed 'future pervert'.

And if Trunks was being completely honest, he also screamed 'future romantic'.

It's weird that he thinks that. Why would he think something like that?!

"How are you feeling?" Goten asked, pressing his hand against Trunks' forehead.

Trunks batted it away. "Fine."

Goten watched him for a second, before taking a seat at the foot of the cot. "Those girls sure are hounding you like crazy, huh?"

Trunks hadn't really been looking, but he noticed the traces of pink lipstick on the collar of Goten's shirt. It seemed that Goten had some girls chasing after him too. The owner of the lipstick was probably his "girlfriend" by now.

So, even Goten was normal.

"Hey, are you okay?" his best friend asked, looking so concerned about him that guilt brewed in his chest.

"I'm fine," he insisted. This wasn't something he could talk to Goten about. Trunks is smart; he'll certainly figure out a proper solution to his 'girl problem'. There was no need for his best friend to know how weird he was.

"Liar," Goten said, before cheerfully digging around in his bag. "Good thing I came prepared."

"Prepared?"

"Yup. I know how you get on Valentine's Day, so I asked myself, 'what better way to cheer Trunks up than by putting holes in his teeth?' Of course, getting chocolates from another guy on Valentine's Day is a little, you know, soooo..."

Upon looking down, Trunks was met with a clear box filled with assorted candies. There were some name brand things, but most were random little squares or circles that looked chewy, or crunchy, or sparkled with a layer of sugar.

(He also saw some little hearts that said things like "XOXO" or "KISS ME" but he figured the best course of action would be to pretend he hadn't.)

He felt his sadness lift immediately. He thanked Goten, and promptly began to stuff his face. It was nice having such a thoughtful friend.

Or it was, until he felt lips press against his jaw.

He jerked back, his face immediately heating up. "H-Hey!"

"What?" Goten said, clearly amused but noticeably flushed as well. Trunks wasn't entirely sure what that meant. "Everyone should have at least one kiss on Valentine's Day. And you just look so cute when you're giving yourself diabetes."

Trunks huffed, and he definitely did not feel a flutter in his chest at being called such a thing. "At least I don't still have baby fat."

"I-I don't have baby fat!" Goten squawked, covering his cheeks self-consciously.

"Your whole face is baby fat, accept it." Trunks rolled his eyes and took another mouthful. "You are unrealistically annoying."

Goten batted his eyes. "You love me, though."

"Go be gay somewhere else." That word didn't seem so taboo when he was with Goten.

Goten laughs, and he laughs too, even though for some reason, his skin where the lips were laid was still tingling.

Very weird, but he can ignore that. He can also ignore the odd twinge he felt in his chest as he ate the little candies with "BE MINE" and "I LOVE YOU" printed on them.

Less than a decade later, he'll think back on that moment, and realize that three years of dancing around each other, followed by a whole year of testing waters the two of them never thought they'd test together, and arguments, and jealousy, and quickly growing and soon undeniable feelings, then followed by two years of planning for many years ahead, and anxieties and giddiness and so much love, all truly started right there.

End

I based the over-exaggerated behavior of the mentioned girls in this drabble off the way background girls act in shoujo animes.