Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with such 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: 31 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' first summer as a couple.

Word count: 699

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #3- Sparring (Revised)

It was no secret that Trunks disliked sparring. He didn't hate it, because he was still a saiyan after all, and found some thrill in fighting, but it wasn't necessarily his favorite thing. For starters, it was time-consuming. There were so many other productive things he could be doing with his time, but no, he had to spend his day getting punched in the face.

Secondly, there was pain involved. It wasn't as if he had a low tolerance for pain or anything, but he didn't really see the point in getting unnecessarily hurt just for the fun of it. If you knew Trunks, you knew that he didn't like unnecessary things.

Finally, it was summertime! He didn't want to spend his break getting his ass kicked in the gravity room by his father. He could do that literally any time of the year.

"Three months of doing pointless activities with Kakarot's brat is going to make you weak, boy, and no son of mine is going to be weak," his father had told him earlier that day. Training was pointless! It wasn't like he would ever be any help in a battle anyway (if there ever came a threat that neither of their father's could handle, then the universe was as good as dead anyway), so was there was no reason for him to waste his time training. He was perfectly happy being 'weak' (and he wasn't weak—how many saiyans could go super saiyan at his age, if at all? None!), but of course, his father was not.

"Don't be so sour towards your father," his mother said as she placed more plates of food on the table. Trunks glared at the food, annoyed and betrayed by the fact that the one time his mother decides to side with his father had to be right now. "He hardly ever asks you to train anymore. You're growing up, and he just wants to bond with his only son. Before you know it you're going to be off in college, and you're going to wish you spent more time with him."

"A normal dad would take me fishing or something," Trunks muttered. At least he wouldn't gain any bruises from that.

Despite his reluctance, he forced himself to do it. The not so petty part of him knew his mother was right, and he really did appreciate that his father was making an effort to spend time with him.

Just... why did it have to be sparring!?

He also felt a bit guilty that Goten had been dragged into his mess. Ever since Vegeta had found out about their relationship (even though he claimed he had predicted it happening ever since they were children) he had taken to hassling Goten more than usual, and insisted that the youngest Son join in their spar.

Goten was waiting awkwardly for him on the lawn outside the housing complex. Trunks didn't bother asking—clearly he was afraid to be alone in the gravity room with Vegeta. Trunks didn't blame him.

"Hey, Goten," Trunks said as he approached him. "I'm sorry you got stuck with this. My dad can be a real dick sometimes."

Goten shrugged as nonchalantly as he could manage. "I don't mind, babe. My other option was too spend the day studying with Gohan. This is definitely the lesser of two evils."

Trunks wondered if he actually believed that. Another thing he wouldn't bother asking.

Both boys were silent as they approached the machine, their fingers intertwined tightly with each other's. Trunks gulped as he went to enter code. His fingers trembled with each slow press, dragging out the process for as long as he could.

"Come on, Trunks, it won't be that bad," Goten said nervously as the door slid open.

Trunks was going to respond, when his boyfriend's hand flew from his. He looked behind him to see Goten shuddering on the grass, grasping his stomach and groaning in pain. He looked back at his father, who was slowly bringing his foot back to the ground, his lips fighting a smirk as he loomed over his victim. Trunks sighed.

This was not going to be a fun day.

End