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: 31 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' first summer as a couple.

Word count: 1793

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #8- The Mall (Revised)

So Goten's going to keep it real... he has absolutely no idea why they are here right now.

As far as Goten could tell, this mall served no purpose to them. They naturally had no plans to actually shop (and no, it's not because the act of "shopping-sprees" offended their toxic masculinity, but simply because Trunks was too rich and had everything, and Goten conversely was too broke and couldn't afford anything). They also weren't going to meet up with anyone—it would be a bit weird anyway, since they didn't really have that many of the same friends, given their differences in ages and all.

Goten figured they were here because there was simply nowhere else to go.

The mall was unnecessarily crowded with people of all ages, and for what? There were no holidays or other such special events coming up that he could think of. Though that didn't stop the crowds of people that were filling store to store with their capsule cases in hand, and it didn't deter the teenagers walking slowly up and down the halls for no other reason than to be annoying.

... Perhaps they were here because of the air-conditioning. That seemed like a better reason.

"So, do you actually want to buy shit, or just walk around?" Goten asked (he hoped Trunks would say no—the current emptiness of his wallet was no joke) as he slung his arm over Trunks' shoulders carelessly.

Trunks' eyes darted around them subtly, but he didn't nudge Goten away. His arm hung on his shoulders in a way that it could be interpreted as them simply being good friends (like Goten used to do when they were just good friends), and not necessarily boyfriends. Goten wouldn't mind (actually he would fucking love it) if he could grab Trunks' hand or even just pull him closer, but for Trunks' sake he refrained. Trunks was very clear on that fact that he did not like public displays of affection (just like both of their fathers), and while Goten loved poking fun at Trunks' delicate sensibilities, he wasn't cruel, and would never push on the other boy's boundaries.

Trunks shrugged, looking just the slightest bit uncomfortable. Goten was proud, nonetheless, that he seemed to stop focusing on the strangers that may or may not be watching them. "Not really. We could see a movie if you want."

Goten would actually like to see a movie. Their mall had a movie theater built into it just last year, and it was already one of Goten's favorite places in West City.

And it was Tuesday, which meant cheaper tickets. Double win.

"Sure. We could see that movie with the demons. What was it called...?"

Goten smirked at Trunks' sideways glare. Another fun fact about Trunks: he hates scary movies. It wasn't the blood and gore that bothered him—he enjoyed action-packed and fighting movies just fine—he just hated being scared. Trunks also hated supernatural beings like ghost and demons, because despite his trust in sciences that provided clear, tangible evidence, Trunks actually somewhat believed in those creepy creatures. Suspenseful music and jump-scares only served to freak him out even more, which just made scary films an hour and a half of mental torture for the genius heir of the great Bulma Brief.

Not that he would ever admit it.

"Are you sure? I thought you wanted to see that movie with the monkeys," Trunks replied. His glare was in place but also was a hint of apprehension.

Goten hummed in thought. "Yeah, I do. But don't you think a scary movie would be WAY more—"

"Hey, Blue-eyes! Is that you?"

Oh, gods no...

Both boys turned towards the voice. Goten hoped against hope that it wasn't who he thought it was. But it had to be, because there was no one else he knew who addressed Trunks by that gods awful nickname. But maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be him...

Goddammit, it was!

Goten was an exceptionally tall boy, but Cayon managed to be even taller. He wasn't necessarily more muscular than him, but he still had a rather impressive build. His brown hair had blonde streaks shooting through it flopped around his head in a more attractive way than Goten's did (and he made sure Goten knew it too, with every stupid hair-flip he did when his bangs got in the way of his handsome dark chocolate eyes). Gods, even his sun-kissed complexion put Goten's pasty skin to shame.

Cayon was not Goten's friend. It was not because the brunet was a year older, nor the fact that he was gorgeous. Hell, it wasn't even the fact that Cayon had his eyes on his boyfriend (because let's be real—everyone does).

It was because he was such an asshole about it!

Cayon was even more out and vocal about his bisexuality than Goten was, but no one seemed to care; in fact, he was easily one of the most popular kids in school. The fact that he openly ogled girls and squeezed other guy's asses in the hallways just to see them squirm was apparently irrelevant. Perhaps they thought he was kidding, or maybe he was just so fucking awesome that everyone decided to simply take it all in stride. Whatever the reason was, Goten didn't really care. Cayon was the worst kind of asshole. For as long as they had known each other, Cayon always tried to put him down, tried to make Goten feel like he wasn't good enough, just because he didn't have the reputation and money that he did...

Okay, so maybe kind of was cool shit, but he was still an asshole.

"Trunks, I haven't seen you since school let out! The hell is up with that?" Cayon exclaimed as he approached them. He all but pulled Trunks from Goten, and wrapped his arms tightly around his face. Trunk's face was smashed in Cayon's designer shirt, and his hands came up to push at his chest.

Despite the slightly-embarrassed blush on his face, he smiled widely. "I've been busy."

Did Goten forget to mention that Trunks and Cayon are actually really good friends?

"Busy with what?" Cayon asked like the thought was preposterous, pulling away so he could look down at Trunks. His hands didn't leave his waist.

"Busy with me," Goten piped up sharply, his arms crossed, his brows furrowed, and his lips tainted with an irritated frown.

"Ah, the boyfriend," Cayon said as he released Trunks. He strolled over towards Goten, and threw an arm over his shoulders.

"So, how have you guys been Go-Go?" Cayon asked, leaning his weight on the younger.

Goten growled at the nickname, but still managed to grit out, "We've been just fine, Cayon. Without you of course."

"Are you sure? Trunks seems pretty bored if you asked me."

Maybe he disliked Cayon so much, because he was forced to be civil with him. It was Gohan who always tried to push Goten and Trunks to be friends with the jack-ass brunet. Not that it was all that strange—naturally he would want them to get along with his buddy Sharpner's younger brother.

Gohan still kept contact with his close high school friends and was practically ecstatic when he found out Cayon was near their age. He was even more excited when he found out their family had moved from Satan city to West City, and was only a few streets down from Capsule Corporations. Hell, Gohan nearly had a fucking heart attack when he found out that Cayon and Trunks were getting along together very well, and were sometimes having playdates when Trunks and Goten weren't together (which was very rare, mind you). With newfound confidence from Cayon and Trunks hitting it off, Gohan then proceeded to encourage Goten to be the blond-brunet's friend as well.

Goten didn't fault his brother for pushing. This was, after all, back when Goten was still homeschooled and genuinely didn't have any friends aside from Trunks. Goten didn't have the heart to tell his brother that he hated Cayon with the fiercest, blazing passions of hell because... well... Gohan tried very hard to make him happy. Simple as that.

"Ah, there is no need for the animosity, Go-Go, can't we let bygones be bygones? Trunks certainly seems to have gotten over it."

Goten glared and shouted as loudly as he could in whisper form, "because he doesn't remember asshole!"

"Forgotten. Got over. Same thing am I right?" Cayon whispered back, nuzzling his nose against his cheek.

Goten sneered and pushed him away, resisting the urge to scrub his cheek with the back of his hand like a little boy afraid of cooties.

He turned away from him to face his boyfriend. Goten mentally cursed at the sight.

Trunks was watching them, his brows furrowed suspiciously. Goten grit his teeth—he really didn't want to deal with this now.

Clenching his fists, Goten struggled to keep his voice even as he said, "Trunks, can we go now?"

Trunks eyebrows furrowed deeper as he brought his gaze up too Goten's. "Yeah, sure."

Trunks made his way over to Goten, he was soon stopped by a hand on his wrist. The hand pulled him back, until he connected with a compact chest.

Toned arms wrapped around his waist again, but now from behind. Cayon leaned in close to whisper, but Goten's heightened hearing caught every word. "You be sure to call me, alright, Blue-eyes? I've missed you, and you know I'm here for you when that," the brunet nodded in Goten's direction, "ain't always working out for you. You feel me?"

"Yeah, sure, dude," Trunks replied easily like it was all good-natured teasing (and he probably thought that it was), and he wrenched the arms from around him.

'4... 5... 6... 7...' Goten counted in his head. Ten didn't seem like a big enough number to manage his anger, but it would have to do. Goten couldn't just go over there and beat Cayon silly, no matter how badly he wanted to (and he really wanted too). He was an asshole, but still a regular human, and he respected the unspoken rule that all their friends and family followed: don't exploit your enhanced abilities unless you absolutely had too.

He also doubted Trunks would be too pleased if he did that, which was more than enough of a reason to stay put.

Once Trunks got himself free, he trotted over to stand beside him. Goten was extremely irritated by how pleased Trunks looked.

"Bye-bye, Blue-eyes! I'll be awaiting your call!" Cayon called, waving his hand.

Goten pressed a hand against Trunk's back to guide him forward, and kept him from looking back to reply.

TBC

Remember when I said I'm extremely annoyed by the things I wrote? This character is one of them. I've changed what I could, but given the direction this story is already set to go in, we all will just have to deal with this shitty antagonist lol.

In regards to Cayon's "promiscuous" behavior: I wrote him that way to exaggerate his assholery. In real life, nothing about him would be cool. There is nothing cute about harassing people.

Cayon's name also stays true to the DBZ name themes. If you didn't know, Erasa and Sharpner are named after school supplies (Eraser and pencil sharpener). I got Cayon's name from the word "crayon".