It was the evening when Trunks decided to get away from the chaos of the city. He brought some of the work he wanted to get done to the stadium stands of the Marshal Arts ring. He looked down to the ring and smiled. 'A lot of memories.' He turned to his work and got started.
An hour later he lifted himself from his hunched position and looked to the ring again, surprised to see his best friend sparring with his older brother Gohan. Trunks found he couldn't keep his eyes off the way Goten moved. He was so fluid and graceful in his movements even though he could clearly tell that Gohan had the upper hand. 'He throws one hell of a show though.'
A feeling suddenly ran through his body. Trunks's breathing became shallow and he could hear the sound of his beating heart pounding through his ears. His pupils began to dilate, and his body grew hot. Overwhelmed at what his body was doing Trunks closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.
A hand touched his back but even that couldn't calm him. His gaze went to the eyes of his concerned dad. "Father, wha—what's happening to me? I feel like I'm on fire."
"You're in heat Trunks. It's perfectly normal for a young saiyan."
"Is—is it always going to hurt like this?" Tears came down his face.
"No, only when you're near him."
"Tha—that's ju—just f**cking great!" He walked away from his father in anger and stopped as he felt a painful jolt. He felt himself falling down, and he blacked out as he heard his father call out to him.
Waking up Trunks found himself on his bed in his apartment. Sitting up he heard three voices outside his door. Swinging his legs over the bed, he stood up, feeling a little bit dizzy as he grabbed a hold of the wall near the door.
"Vegeta I know you know what's going on with Trunks," said Goten.
"We're just concerned. He didn't look too good," said Gohan.
"He'll be fine. There's no need to worry."
"Trunks fainted!" Trunks was surprised how worried his best friend was. "Why won't you tell me what's wrong with him?"
"It's not my place to say. You'll have to talk to him."
Trunks came out of his room as he smiled. "Talking about me?"
He was surprised when Goten rushed up to him, their noses almost touching. "Are you ok Trunks?"
"Yeah," Trunks smiled, "I'm fine. I'm probably working myself to death at Capsule that's all."
Goten searched his blue eyes. "You're lying to me Trunks."
"Relax ok," wrapping his arms around his friend, "don't worry." Trunks found himself smelling him again, so he pulled away from Goten but not before Goten brought him back into his arms. He could feel how scared Goten was. "It's ok. I'm ok." He felt his friend's tears on his back.
"I—it's just if I lost you—
"Don't think about that Goten. I'm not going anywhere."
"Just promise me you'll take care of yourself."
"Don't I always." He smiled as he wiped the tears from his face. His hand rested on his cheek as Goten began to blush. Trunks leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.
When Trunks pulled away from his best friend's lips, he noticed Gohan and Vegeta had been there the whole time. His eyes went to Goten who had a look of shock on his face. The silence was killing him and in a way he knew how this would end.
"I—I'm sorry Goten." He quickly walked passed all of them out the open window, and flew into the sky, going as fast as he could to get away from the huge mistake he just made.
Leaving a few tears in his wake, his flight led him to a field where he landed, fell to his knees and cried so hard that his throat became raw. Lying down in the field Trunks curled up into himself and fell into unconsciousness. When he woke up, he found his head was on something soft and warm. Sitting up he looked into the eyes of his mother who was sad for him. "Muh—mom."
"Shh, it's ok sweetie I'm here. It's going to be ok." She ran her hands through his hair to try and soothe her son.
"How, how is it going to be ok mom?" He sat up. "I might have just screwed up my friendship with Goten."
"I don't think so Trunks. You two have been best friends since he was born. You've been such a good friend to him, and Goten's not the type of person who abandons people that he cares about."
"You really think so mom?" Trunks asked with hope in his eyes.
She smiled at him. "I know so. Now come on you're staying the night at home with your family."
Bulla was worried about her brother because of what her father had told her but when she saw her brother and mother come through the door, she hugged her brother. Bulma watched as Trunks smiled at his sister. "Are you all right big brother?"
"I'm fine."
Dinner was filled with conversation as Trunks watched. He couldn't help but smile. He loved his family, but there was a certain place in his heart that they couldn't fill. Just the thought of being without his best friend nearly brought him to tears but he held it in. He was tired of crying. His throat hurt so much.
"Hey Trunks, you ok man?" asked Uub as Trunks glared at him. "Um sorry I asked.
"No, I'm sorry Uub I didn't mean to—
"It's ok. I understand. Love makes you crazy."
"Gee thanks now I'm crazy." Trunks joked.
"You know what I mean Trunks," he said seriously. "Don't give up."
"Thanks for the advice Uub. You're a good guy."
"My parents always thought so."
"Well my parents didn't think so."
"Oh Trunks you know that's not true," said Bulma. "I know behind that tough bad boy exterior is a sweet, caring, good boy."
"Gee thanks mom."
"Well your dad is the same way," Bulma smiled at Vegeta.
"I have no idea what she's talking about," said Vegeta.
"Deny it all you want daddy but mom's right on this one," said Bulla."
"That's complete and utter nonsense."
"No, I think she hit the nail right on the head," said Trunks as he smiled.