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: 1348

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Originally I wrote this drabble to fulfill a request for a 'jealous Trunks'. I originally hadn't considered writing such a thing, given that these drabbles are mainly in Goten's point of view. So enjoy this slice of Trunks, a man who can't express his feelings to save his life.

Our First Summer

Drabble #17- Playgrounds (Revised)

Trunks shook his head, fighting a smile at the blue-haired girl who was dangling from the edge of the platform leading to the monkey bars. "Bra, you're going to hurt yourself."

The girl tried to pull her body fully onto the ledge, but failed, as if she wasn't a half-saiyan or anything. She gave him a pouty lip. "Help me, Trunksie!"

"Please stop calling me that," he sighed as he braced his hands underneath her feet. With barely any effort, he pushed her up off of his hands and onto the platform. She staggered a bit in her step, so Pan quickly reached out and grabbed her hand to keep her steady. The girls started giggling at their little encounter, so Trunks took that moment to let his gaze trail over to his boyfriend. He wasn't talking to him right now, due to a playful argument they had had before they gathered the girls and brought them to the park. Every now and then when their eyes would lock, Trunks would wrinkle his nose as if he was disgusted, and Goten would reply with sticking his tongue out at him. It was stupid, but entertaining nonetheless.

With their little game in mind, Trunks turned to face Goten, but found that he did not like what he saw.

The spot on the bench next to him that used to be empty, was now occupied by an unfamiliar girl, who was talking to his boyfriend like they were the best of friends. The girl was their age, and was sitting crossed-legged on the bench, in a way that Trunks never would, or could do. Her eyelashes were long, and her lips were full and glossy. Her sandals exposed delicate feet with polished toenails that matched her fingernails. Her jean shorts rode up her thighs and the white camisole she wore was tight, and accentuated her breast in what Trunks acknowledged was a flattering way. Her bangs nearly covered her light brown eyes, and the rest of her fluffy blonde hair reached the middle of her back.

Trunks remembered from a conversation they had had before they started dating that Goten liked long hair.

He knew Goten liked girls, probably more than he liked guys in general. Not a month ago he had found a dirty magazine underneath his mattress, and Goten of course, frantically claimed he had forgotten about it. He was lying of course, but Trunks honestly didn't care about Goten's stupid porn stash (who still used magazines anyway?). It had just been an odd reminder that Trunks wasn't anything close to a woman.

As far as Trunks knew, he was the only guy that Goten ever dated (now the number of guys Goten fooled around with remains a mystery), and was actually the longest relationship Goten had ever been in. How was he supposed to know if Goten was getting bored of him, like he had with the past girls he'd dated? How was he to know to if Goten was tired of ass, and missed... girl parts? Trunks didn't want to think about that; he didn't like how it made him feel.

Trunks frowned as they continued on with their conversation, both of them smiling as if they were 'hitting it off'. Trunks began to wonder if he had come up in their conversation yet. By the way this chick was smiling and pressing her bare thigh against Goten's, he figured not.

He turned and walked away, not entirely sure where he was going. He ended up walking (stalking) the perimeter of the playground, and was now behind Goten. He stayed a bit further back, though, so Goten wouldn't notice him (not that he would've anyways, since the girl was so intriguing).

Trunks bumped against something. That 'something', was a drinking fountain. Holding in his distressed sigh, he placed his hand on the spout, and pressed down, causing the water to flow.

Just as he was about to take an angry sip, he saw Goten lean back a bit as the girl leaned in boldly close, her lips moving softer as if she wanted to whisper in his retreating ear.

No fucking way...

Trunks growled, and without a second thought, snapped the spout off of the fountain. The uncontrolled water shot forward, and sprayed Goten and the bitch.

The girl shrieked as they both hopped from the now completely drenched bench. They both looked over towards the broken fountain, but by then, Trunks was already on the other side of the playground, pushing Bra and Pan on the swing set.

XXX

It was near dusk now, and Trunks had successfully evaded Goten since the water fountain incident. It was normal for them to stay until dark at the park when they brought Bra and Pan, since it gave them time to hang out while the girls played. That hadn't been the case today, but Trunks didn't want the girls to miss out on their regular fun just because he was being a dramatic asshole.

Trunks didn't want to see Goten, because he was still upset (with who, he wasn't so sure anymore), and was a beyond embarrassed by his actions. To avoid Goten, he had spent most of his time playing with the girls, and when the other boy would come over, he would quickly make himself scarce. It hadn't taken long for Goten to realize that Trunks wanted to be left alone.

He didn't have an excuse to avoid his boyfriend anymore, because the two girls had completely exhausted themselves, and were now currently fast asleep on the merry-go-round, leaving Trunks and Goten officially alone.

Trunks crossed his arms, preparing his defence. He was sitting at the top of the slide, staring at the vacant swing set, waiting for Goten to come and disturb his peace.

Sure enough, Goten plopped down beside him a few minutes later. They were facing opposite directions, but they would be able to have eye contact if Trunks simply turned his head. Trunks had no desire to do so.

"Okay, tell me what's wrong." Goten's tone was painfully unreadable.

Trunks kept watching the swings as they moved back in forth in the slight breeze. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about why you sprayed me and Aalase Moreau with water, and why you avoided me the whole day."

Ah, so she was the French chick Goten was trying to score last year. It just kept getting better and better.

"I didn't spray—"

"Yes you did," Goten intervened matter-of-factly. "The spout was ripped clean off. Who else could've done it besides you or maybe one of the girls? And anyway I saw you so..."

Trunks cursed enhanced Saiyan senses. "I'm sorry."

"That's not really a fitting answer to my question."

Trunks sighed. "What do you want from me, Goten?"

"I want you to talk to me, and tell me what's bothering you."

Trunks remained silent.

"Is it because I was talking to Aalase?"

"No." It's much more than that.

"Then what is it? I can't fix it if you don't tell me the problem."

Trunks said nothing. There wasn't anything for Goten to fix, not really, and Trunks just didn't know the right words to tell him that.

Trunks suddenly wanted to be anywhere else aside from here. "Look, it's late and it's starting to get cold out. I'm taking my sister home. I'll call you tomorrow."

With that, Trunks let his body slip down the slide. He spared a glance behind him, and saw Goten watching him with an expression as unreadable as his voice.

That feeling, the one he didn't like, was back and attacking his chest with a newfound vengeance. The feeling made him want to turn around and tell Goten something to make it go away. He couldn't, he didn't know how, so he didn't.

Goten said nothing as he scooped up his sister. He said nothing as Trunks took to the sky, and flew away. He knew he deserved Goten's silence, but it did nothing good for the feeling stuck in his chest.

End

I didn't mean to make this so angsty lol.