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... I also don't own Deliver Us From Evil.

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

Word count: 1193

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #9- The Mall II (Revised)

"Goten, what the hell is your problem?" Trunks said once he was sure Cayon was out of sight.

"Nothing, Trunks," Goten grumbled, his eyes focused on the crowded hallway.

"Cut the bullshit, Goten, I'm not stupid," Trunks replied, his eyes narrowing.

"I never said you were."

"I know what you're trying to do and cut it out. Tell me what's bothering you."

"How about you just don't worry about it," Goten replied, his dark eyebrows drawing in irritation.

Trunks exhaled roughly before grasping Goten's elbow. He dragged the other boy down the crowded hall of the public mall, ignoring his protests as he forced him along.

He turned down a smaller, vacant hallway. Vending machines lined the walls around them, and a bit further down was the bathrooms.

Trunks pushed Goten's back against the wall next to one of machine, glaring as he spoke, "what's your problem."

"I thought it was already established that I strongly dislike Cayon."

"Yeah, but you're hardly ever this pissed."

Goten gave a frustrated sigh and looked away from Trunks. "He just... irked me more than usual."

"Why?"

Goten gave a short, unpleasant laugh. "You'll just get mad."

"Tell me."

Goten huffed loudly. "Just some stuff he said to me, and I didn't like how he was all over you. You know I hate when people—especially people like him—do that."

Trunks' glare deepened, and his lips parted in outrage. Whatever he was going to say, he catch himself before it could slip. Instead, he crossed his arms and turned to glare down the hallway. "Well sorry. I pushed him away; I don't know what else you want from me."

"Maybe you could actually tell him to quit being such a dick because you're dating me? He treats our relationship like a joke and the fact that you don't seem to care that he does is really irritating." It also hurt a lot, but Goten didn't have it in him to admit that.

A moment when by in silence. Then:

"I'm sorry," Trunks said again, but this time it was sincere. His eyes meet Goten's again; his previous glare was gone and replaced by genuine remorse, and what looked like... unease? "You could've just told me that. I do take us seriously, you know that right? If it really bothers you this much then I'll talk to him, okay? Just don't think like that anymore."

"I won't," Goten said, wrapping his arms around Trunks' shoulders, effectively pinning his arms to his sides. "Now let's talk about why you are upset."

Trunks tried to pull away from him, but Goten kept him pressed against his chest. "I'm not upset..."

"Yeah, sure you're not," Goten replied, burying his face in his boyfriend's neck. He sucked a bit of his tanned flesh between his lips.

Trunks bit his lip and unconsciously tilted his head to the side as Goten dragged his tongue over the sensitive skin. Goten nipped at his neck lightly while he trailed his lips up to Trunks' ear. Trunks' hands braced themselves against the wall behind the Son as his earlobe was sucked between his teeth.

Goten released the earlobe and he whispered in Trunks' ear, "Did I do the whole overprotective boyfriend thing again?"

"Shut up, Goten," was Trunks' reply.

Goten pulled away from his neck to look him in the eyes. "I'm serious. Is that what made you upset?"

Trunks huffed and dropped his gaze to the ground, his cheeks red from either or both arousal or embarrassment.

Goten sighed. "I'm sorry, babe. I really tried not to this time." Was it something he said? Or was it the way he practically dragged Trunks away like a wayward damsel? It would be real helpful if Trunks could actually put his feelings into words. He knew it really pissed Trunks off the way people treated him because of his pretty face, and it definitely didn't help when Goten came off as the overbearing 'pants-wearer' between them. How was he supposed to show dickhead-ed people (like Cayon) that Trunks was his, without making Trunks feel like less of a man?

"I know, just... I don't want to talk about this right now." Trunks said, finally noting that while they were in a vacant hallway, they were very much still in a public place.

"Yeah, but we will talk later, okay?" Goten replied, reluctantly releasing the elder.

"Alright," Trunks appeased, stepping back to look up and down the hall. "So is there anything else you want to do, or should we go home?"

Goten smiled a bit. "Well, I was hoping we could still go see the movie."

Trunks' nose wrinkled. "Really? They're probably not playing it right now."

Goten pulled his cellphone out his pocket and looked up the times. He was pleasantly surprised. "Actually they are. If we leave now, we can still catch some previews."

Trunks gave a resigned sigh. "Fine, we can go see it."

Goten gave him a gentle smile. "We don't have to watch the movie if you don't want too. We could do something else."

It was too late unfortunately, as the full force of royal saiyan pride took over Trunks' body. Never let it be said that Goten didn't try. "No, I want to!"

Goten gave him a bit of a smirk as he teased, "are you sure? I don't want you to get scared or anything..."

"Shut up, Goten, I'm not scared of some stupid movie!" Trunks replied arrogantly, crossing his arms over his chest in a move that dared Goten to test him.

"Okay, okay we'll see the movie," Goten said putting his hands up in surrender. It was only then that he noticed just the slightest of problems. "And, uh, Trunks, you might want to zip up your jacket..."

Trunk's cocked his eyebrow. "Why?"

Goten clicked the front camera button on his phone and handed it to his boyfriend.

Trunks' eyes widened at the photograph. They quickly filled with irritation. "Damn you, Goten! You gave me a hickey!"

"Heh, sorry..."

Trunks glared at him hotly as he zipped up his navy jacket, rearranging his hood so it casually covered his slightly-bruised neck. Once he was done, they made their way out of the bathroom hallway.

This time, Goten kept his hands to himself and didn't wrap his arm around Trunks' shoulder. He figured Trunks was probably still upset from the situation before, and didn't want to push his luck by annoying him.

Goten was surprised when he felt Trunks' slightly calloused palm slide into his own. He gave Trunks a confused look as his tanned fingers intertwined with his pale ones. Trunks wasn't looking at him, too busy staring intently at the ground while he fought the blush that so badly wanted to stain his cheeks. There were people staring at them curiously, and Goten could visibly see Trunks tensing each time they passed a negative look. Trunks did not let go though, rather gripped his hand tighter as they passed down the busy hallway.

Goten felt himself swell with pride at his boyfriend's bravery, but kept quiet as they made their way towards the movie theater.

The End