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: 1176

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #7- Fireflies (Revised)

Goten was starting to get real sick of this whole boredom thing.

Aside from the shouts and grunts from Goku and Gohan, it was a quiet evening outside of the Son residence. They were together, as they often were, watching his father and brother bring their spar to a close. Or well, perhaps Trunks was watching; Goten had long since tuned them. That was mainly because he was slightly peeved with Goku for immediately choosing Gohan as his sparring partner, without even bother to ask him. Not that Goten would have said yes, but it doesn't hurt to be asked, you know?

Goten peered up at the sky. It was deeply blue, with stars already beginning to peek out. Trunks would have to be heading home soon. Goten didn't want him to leave and wished he could invite him to spend the night, but he knew they wouldn't get permission. Their parents (namely Vegeta and Chi-Chi) weren't as lenient about their sleepovers now that they were officially an "item".

He looked towards Trunks, hoping his lavender-haired genius would come up with another last minute exploit like he had with the fireworks. Unfortunately, Trunks simply sat there, looking just as bored as him.

Goten dropped his head into his hands, desperately trying to think of something fun to do. Last time they had watched fireworks. They'd watched fireworks, which had lit up the night sky. There was something else that started with fire, and had to do with light, and was done at night. It was on the tip of his tongue. Fire... Ah ha he got it!

"Hey, babe," Goten said with a sudden burst of excitement. Trunks wrinkled his nose at the title.

Before Trunks could complain, Goten hopped to his feet. "Wait here for a second, I've got something to show you."

Dashing into his house, he grabbed two jars from his kitchen. Running back out, he half-heartedly waved goodbye to his father and brother, motioned for Trunks to follow him, and sprinted off into the woods.

He could hear Trunks feet pounding behind him as he called out: "Goten, where are we going!?"

In lieu of replying, Goten made a sudden stop.

Trunks slammed into his back. "Ouch! Dammit, Goten!" Trunks exclaimed. He continued to sputter as Goten clambered onto his back. Goten's legs wrapped around his slender waist, and his pale hands came up over his eyes.

"What are you doing? Get off of me!"

"Hush, I want you to be surprised. Just walk forward. I won't let you run into anything, babe, I promise."

"This is stupid. And stop calling me that," Trunks grumbled, but did as he was told and walked forward slowly.

He didn't walk very far when Goten suddenly spoke again, "okay, you can stop."

Trunks halted in his step as Goten slipped off of his back, but the hands didn't leave his eyes.

"Alright, you ready?" Goten said, pressing his body close to Trunks' as he whispered in his ear.

"This surprise isn't going to end in us having sex in the woods is it?" Trunks sounded like he wanted to be annoyed by the idea, but there was a certain quality to his voice that implied that he wasn't totally.

"Ha-ha no, not really. I mean unless you want to..." Goten whispered back, pulling Trunks' ear between his lips. He wouldn't blame him. After all, it had been a while since they were last able to...

Trunks breath hitched. "Goten, what was your surprise?"

Goten chuckled, dropped a kiss to his temple, and removed removing his hands from his eyes.

Trunks blinked a few times, before taking in the landscape before him. It seemed like a simple plot of land, surrounded on the outskirts by trees. What made it not simple was the many bright lights that gleamed above the grass and in the air.

"Fireflies!" Trunks exclaimed, and he sounded very pleasantly surprised. Goten knew Trunks had fireflies that floated around the grounds of Capsule Corporations, but he doubted he'd ever see this many at once. Probably not since they were younger, and used to play out in Goten's woods all the time.

Goten then held out one of the jars. Trunks grabbed it, and gave him a questioning look. "How exactly did you carrying these if your hands were covering my eyes...?"

"Always so bored by the little details," Goten replied with a dramatic sigh, like Trunks was the most hopeless person in the world. His demeanor changed quickly though, into that of a challenging grin. "I bet I can catch more fireflies than you."

Trunks' cocked his eyebrow. "Aren't we a little old for this?"

"Is that your way of saying you're not up for the challenge?" Goten said with a bit of a smirk.

Trunks snickered. "As if it would be a challenge with you. You're on."

"Let's say... winner gets whatever he wants?" Goten offered, unscrewing the lid off of his jar.

"Sure, not that you have to worry about that, considering you're going to lose," Trunks replied, also unscrewing his jar.

Once they were both ready, Goten began a countdown, "5... 4... 3... 2... 1... GO!"

Both boys sprinted off with their jars in hand. Their arms were swinging rapidly through the air, catching the glowing bugs and depositing them into their respective containers. They were speeding through the air, using their ki to propel them towards the insects before they even knew they were being hunted. They almost slammed into each other multiple times, but weren't deterred in their attempts to catch as many fireflies as possible.

Hardly a minute had passed when every light was gone from the clearing, and their jars had gone from empty, to full and bright.

"Well?" Trunks questioned as they settled back on the ground, thrusting his glowing container into Goten's line of sight.

Goten furrowed his brow at Trunks' jar, and compared it his. They were both filled to the top, but the exact number of lighting bugs in each jar remained a mystery.

"Wait," Goten blanked, "I was supposed to figure out a way to count these, wasn't I?"

Trunks stared at Goten, before slapping a hand to his forehead.

Goten chuckled sheepishly as he unscrewed the lid again. He watched as his fireflies floated out of the jar and back into the air.

Trunks was still grumbling as he did the same. He was clearly surprised though, when Goten's hands were pushing on his shoulders, and his leg was pulling his ankles from the ground.

Trunks grunted as his back landed on the grass. He glared up at Goten, who simply stared down at him, his hands braced on either side of his head.

"Don't give me that look. Wasn't it you who suggested we screw in the woods? Ooooh it'll be real romantic too, with the fireflies flying around and shit."

Trunks rolled his eyes, but leaned his head up to lay a kiss on Goten's lips. That did sound a little romantic.

Not that he'd ever admit that.

End

I wrote fireflies for the aesthetic, but the one and only true name for these is 'lightning bugs'. Don't me.