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: 728
Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.
Our First Summer
Drabble #12- Chores (Revised)
Chores were stupid.
During the school year, they weren't so bad; it wasn't like there was much else he had to do with his time (it also gave him a reason to delay his homework). During holiday breaks, they were tolerable, simply because there was hardly ever that much strenuous work to be done, given that his mother working around the house while he was still in school.
During the summertime, they were just gods awful.
Due to him not having school, his mother could arouse him in the morning, and force him to work alongside her for the majority of the day. It hadn't happened all the time obviously, because there was only so much work that could done in a small house that really only contained the two of them, but nonetheless, this still needed to be done, and today was one of those days.
He had started with cleaning his own room, completely confused on how it was even messy, considering he was hardly in it anymore. Despite this, his room was a complete mess, with clothes and empty plates that used to hold food scattered all over it. He was a not a quick cleaner though, and got distracted every time he picked up an object, which of course, held some type of sentimental memory that he just had to relive. Though his mother didn't seem to think the same way he did, and had shouted at him at the top of her lungs to hurry up.
Once his room was clean, he proceeded to help with the living-room, then the bathroom, and then the kitchen. He had managed to escape a few times that day, but his mother always found him and brought him right back to work.
Goten was now outside, the sun beating down on his pale shoulders (he considered himself lucky that saiyan skin didn't burn so easily) as he scrubbed at their family car, his other arm elbow deep in the soapy, water-filled bucket. Trunks was not too far away from him, stealing glances at him, smiling at his misfortune. He had forgotten that he'd invited Trunks over for the day, and by the time he'd realized he wouldn't be available for the day, the older boy was already knocking on his door.
Not that he was necessarily cared about being a good host now, because Trunks was occupied with his five-year old niece, who was telling him a tale about how Grandpa Goku had accidentally punched her in the face so hard that her loose tooth got knocked out. Trunks listened with rapt attention—like there was nothing in the world more interesting than the detailed description of just how bloody her mouth was and how she almost choked to death when the tooth went down her throat. Goten smiled. It was obvious that the young girl had a kiddie crush on his boyfriend.
Trunks had stolen another glance at him, and Goten stuck out his tongue in reply. Of course it wasn't like Trunk to offer to help his boyfriend or anything... So mean.
Goten looked down at the garden hose that was in his hand. He felt the tingling in the back of his mind; the familiar feeling of a plan to amuse him coming on.
He really did have the best plans.
Once he was sure that the other boy's focus was back on Pan, he lifted the hose, and sprayed the back of Trunks' knees. Trunks whipped around in alarm, but Goten was already back to washing the car. Once Trunks had turned back around, Goten sprayed his knees again. Goten couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as Trunks whipped around for a second time, confusion written all over his face. Goten waited a few minutes, before facing Trunks' direction again, ready to spray him for the third time.
He was confused when he saw no sign of Trunks or Pan. He was about to get up and look for them, when he was doused in cold, soapy water.
"Ack! What in the fu—"
"Now Goten, you know you have to watch your language in front of impressionable children," Trunks voice came from behind him. Goten whipped around to glare up at Trunks, who was holding the now empty bucket, Pan giggling on top of his shoulders.
Chores were stupid.
End