A/N: OH WOW.
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I turned, that's what half-woke me up. I was woken the rest of the way when I didn't feel Trunks behind or in front of me. My heart thudded against my rib-cage. I shouldn't care that he'd crawled off somewhere; he didn't want to be with me. I cracked open my left eye and blindly searched the bed behind me and in front of me.

A chuckle startled me, "Ten, stop sexually harassing the bed sheets and get ready for breakfast."

My heart hammered in my ears now, and I had no idea why. But I did as he said and pulled myself from the bed with a non-too-subtle yawn, "Time is it?" I stood and walked to his closet, I didn't pack my own clothes. I hardly needed to, Trunks and I shared everything.

He hesitated a moment before pulling on a black t-shirt, I watched him from the corner of my eye. His ice-green hues scanned the front of his cell phone, "Just turning 8 in the morning," he chimed. I groaned and made a face, earning a solid chuckle from the lavender haired one.

My own slightly pale fingers grasped the fabric of a white t-shirt and the denim of a pair of dark-faded jeans. I changed rather quickly and followed Trunks downstairs. To be honest, I couldn't remember what we had talked about last night.

Until I seen a streak of blonde fly past me and press herself into his arms.

"Trunks!" she shrieked just feet from me, causing my ear to 'pop.' I could only imagine the pain Trunks felt from her shriek.

I padded along into the kitchen; I didn't want to see their love-fest. It made me want to push her down the stairs. I sighed and picked up a fresh bagel from the basket in the center of the table, Bulma had made breakfast? I stared at the piece of bread for several seconds before eating it only to silence the gurgling noise coming from my stomach that was now eating itself.

A familiar blur of blue hair threw it's self at me, "Goten!" I grinned and encircled her waist with my arms, "Hey Bulla!" I grinned at her; it had been a while since I had seen her.

"Why'd you disappear last night?" she sat herself on the counter beside of where I stood leaning, eating another bagel.

I shrugged. She grinned. I frowned, "What?"

"Goten," she hopped down from where she sat, making her abruptly 6 or 7 inches shorter than myself, "I know you. I know my brother." As if to make her point, "You really should have told him otherwise, he only listens to you..."

I blinked. What was she talking about? "What are you talking about?"

Bulla merely waved at me before swiping a bagel herself and disappearing from the room. I instantly panicked. No one knew about me and Trunks, so what was she talking about. I paced the floor, it wasn't like she knew. She was young, naive, and thought-she-knew-everything. I shook my head, trying to reassure myself. Bulla didn't know about myself and Trunks, I finally convinced myself.

A silenced chuckle caught my attention, Trunks was leaning in the doorway; watching me. I felt my cheeks grow hot and I looked away, "What?" I mumbled and nibbled at the edge of the bagel.

"Pre-occupied with something, Ten?" he invited himself over to where Bulla had been standing. He eyed the bagel in my hand, "You're brave man," was all he muttered before grabbing a blueberry muffin. I raised an eyebrow as he bit off a mouthful.

"'Aaron mwent wiff Bura oo ohh dwess shoppin…" his hues locked on mine before he finally crunched the muffin down and swallowed. "Marron went with Bulla to go dress shopping," he corrected himself, grinning.

I nodded, "Heard you the first time Captain Obvious," I rolled my eyes at him, only to be pinned against the counter two seconds later.

"T-Tru—" I barely managed to whisper before he had attacked my mouth with his. I gave in momentarily, but in the back of my mind, I was wondering if we were going to have to secretly go around like this all the time.

He must have noticed my hesitation because he broke off the kiss, obviously earlier than he had wanted. "S'wrong?" he asked breathlessly.

I shook my head, "Nothing," I lied.

Trunks went to snake his hand around my waist and I danced away from it, "I'm going to watch t.v." I muttered before exiting the room hastily, leaving a confused lavender-haired Sayian in my wake.

As I sat there, reclined in the oversized arm-chair, I wondered about myself and Trunks. I didn't realize that Bulla had planted herself dangerously close to me in the chair, until she leaned her head on my shoulder and murmured, "I like this movie…"

I jumped slightly, "It's a chick-flick, of course you would…" I rolled my eyes at her and she grinned in return. Before I could say anything, she spoke again, "What's the deal Goten?" Her hues stared dangerously at me and I subconsciously cleared my throat.

"About what? I have no idea what you're talking about," which was the truth. I didn't know what she was talking about at all.

"You and Trunks," the blue haired girl whispered.

I shrugged, "I don't know. He's my best friend?" I knew where this was going now, so I decided to play dumb.

"Oh Goten, don't give me that! I seen you guys curled up together last night!" her voice was hushed, yet rushed.

"N-no…" I blinked a few times, "S-so what do you want? What kind-of blackmail do you have planned? Hmm?" I tried to press her for information.

Bulla leaned over in front of me, propping her elbow on the arm of the chair, "I don't want anything. But you and him both to be happy—"

I cut her off there, "What makes you think I'm not happy?"

"He's marrying Marron in two days."

"Aren't you supposed to be dress shopping?" I eyed her.

The blue haired girl shrugged, "Marron got this weird phone call and had to bail, I didn't think it was that big of a deal to mention."

I grinned, "You passing up shopping? And saying that it's not a big deal, all in the same day? Yeah, that's a big deal," I grinned again at her.

Bulla simply rolled her eyes, "Listen, Trunks loves you and you love him. Just talk to him about it, kay?" The rather bubbly Sayian princess hopped to her feet, "And don't worry about daddy, I'll talk to him about it. You just tell Trunks how you feel,"

As she turned to leave, I gripped her wrist and pulled her back toward me. In an instant, her lips met mine and I gently pried her mouth open, tracing my tongue along her bottom lip. I met with ice-blue eyes for a moment, before gently releasing my hold on Bulla's waist, "Just told him," I whispered against her cheek softly.