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: 1174

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #13- Indoors (Revised)

"This movie sucks," Goten complained loudly against his chest. Trunks glanced over for a moment to assess the images on the screen, before returning his eyes to his book. He hadn't grasped much from the film since Goten turned it on, except that it was centered on realistic, carnivorous dinosaurs talking to equally realistic, herbivorous dinosaurs, and for some reason, weren't trying to rip them to shreds so they could become their next meal.

"Maybe it wouldn't seem so bad if it wasn't a children's movie."

Goten rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll change the channel"—he looked over at the remote resting on the other end of the coffee table, just out the range his hand could stretch—"er... never mind..."

Trunks flipped the page. "You should be ashamed of how lazy you are. Truly."

"Hey, don't turn this on me; you're still at fault! You're supposed to be entertaining me, and yet all you've done this entire time was read that book. What is it about anyway?" Goten asked, picking a stray piece of blue thread off of his cotton shirt.

Trunks stiffened a bit. He recovered easily enough, and responded evenly, "Business stuff."

Goten groaned obnoxiously. "Seriously, Trunks? You have the next four years to read about your business-y crap. It's summer! Loosen up!"

Trunks, in response, flipped to the next the page of his book.

They had taken over Trunks' living room for the afternoon. Or well, Trunks had taken it over, until Goten had come stumbling desperately through his front door, drenched head-to-toe in sweat, explaining in the most pitiful voice ever that his pathetic window fan had finally bitten the dust during his nap, and that he hadn't noticed until the extreme heat of his bedroom had nearly suffocated him in his sleep. Goten apparently hadn't bothered to simply migrate to a cooler area of his house, and instead flew straight over here, claiming that only the miracles of Trunks' air-conditioning could save him.

(It's the most ridiculous story ever, but Goten had been looking alarmingly red.)

So, after Goten had a much needed shower, they settled down for a much needed cuddle. Trunks laid on his back on the sofa with his head propped against the arm rest so he could read. Goten was in between his legs, his dark head nestled against his chest, his arms wrapped snugly around his waist, and his back serving as a prop for Trunks' book. Despite his complaints, Trunks knew Goten was completely content where he was (he better not try and deny it either—he had slept for two whole hours before he even thought to put the stupid movie on) and was too exhausted for anything more intense than this.

Anyways, back to the business thing. They had had this discussion before. Goten was able to get Trunks to ignore his 'business stuff' for a while, but Trunks could be hard to persuade when he put his mind to it. Goten didn't see the point in it really. Trunks had all the time in the world to 'read' while Goten completed his senior year of high school. Once he got his diploma, Trunks and his big brain could've read like a million books by then, and they would both be ready to go to college. Together.

Yet here Trunks was, reading when they could be bonding. Annoyed, Goten raised his body up, knocking the book from Trunks' hands.

"Dork," Trunk grumbled, but made no move to retrieve the fallen book.

"I'm the dork? You're the one reading during summer," Goten replied, sticking out his tongue and licking the tip of Trunks' nose.

Trunks grimaced and pushed Goten's face away. Goten gave him a cheeky smile and leaned in, his tongue staying dutifully behind his teeth. Their lips had almost met when they heard a childishly drawn out 'ooh'.

Both teens turned to see Bra. The little girl was peeking out from behind the armchair, her small hand covering her mouth like she had been let in on the juiciest of secrets.

"What do you want?" Trunks asked her.

She stepped out from her hiding spot. "I'm not here to talk to you"—Goten snickered at her tone, earning him a flick on the temple—"I'm here to ask Goten a question."

Goten's brows rose in interest. "Ask away, kid."

Bra bounced up towards him, an extremely forced sadness coming over her. "Trunks said he won't take me to see Panny."

"I don't recall saying that."

She stuck her tongue out at him, before quickly turning back to Goten with puppy-dog eyes and a pouty lip. "You'll take me to see her tomorrow, won't you, Goten?"

"Hmm..." Goten tapped his chin as if in serious thought. "Well, I guess I could, but you have to do me a big favor first."

She nodded quickly.

Trunks 'oofed' as Goten dropped his head back onto his chest. "I really, really, want to watch TV, but the remote is all the way over there, you see, and my muscles are so tired from working out all the time..."

"Wow. You're just sad," Trunks said, ignoring the pinch in the side he got as a result. Bra reached over and grabbed the remote, before dropping it triumphantly into Goten's hand.

"Hey, sis, can you hand me that book?" She was not nearly as enthusiastic about his request, but handed him the book nonetheless. Both boys thanked her and sent her on her way.

"Oh, yeah," Bra said, stopping in the doorway. "Papa said that Kakarot's damn brat has been freeloading for long enough, and better be gone by the time he's done training." With that, she skipped out of the room.

Both boys blinked. Once that moment passed, Trunks called out, "I'm telling Mom you said that!"

Goten erupted with laughter.

Once his mirth had faded, Goten changed the channel on the television to something more desirable, while Trunks picked up his place in his book. No more conversation passed over the duo for nearly an hour before Trunks finally finished his book and spoke up, "I guess it's time for you to get home. My dad should be done training soon."

Trunks quirked an eyebrow when his boyfriend remained silent. "Goten?"

Brushing the dark strands out of his eyes, Trunks smiled a bit. Goten had fallen asleep again.

Trunks' eyes trailed to look out the window. The gravity chamber still glowed, and he sighed in relief. He pulled Goten up a bit so his dark head rested more comfortably against his shoulder. Trunks quickly used his senses to clarify that Bra and his mother were a safe enough distance away, before he lifted his arms up, and wrapped them around Goten. He glanced warily out the window again. He knew he should wake Goten up—his father was not a man to be tested—but well...

Trunks sighed and snuggled closer to the warm body sprawled on top of his. Goten wasn't the only one who needed a cuddle.

End