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: 1122

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #20- Heat Wave (Revised)

It was a few hours later when Goten finally arrived back home. Once their car was unloaded, and all the groceries were stashed away, Goten stalked off to his bedroom.

His room was still overly-hot, but he hardly noticed it. He flopped onto his bed, and glanced at his alarm clock. 2:14pm. Trunks would be there soon.

He ignored the sweat that dripped down his face as he stared up at his ceiling. Was this seriously happening? No, Cayon had to be lying. Why wouldn't Trunks tell him he was going to college? Why was he going to college? What the hell happened to their plan to go to college together? Sure it hadn't been finalized, persay, but Trunks seemed like he didn't mind waiting a year so much. What had changed?

Cayon was lying. He had to be.

"Geez, Goten, you still haven't gotten a new fan? You do know there's like, an actual heat wave going on, right?"

Goten's heart jumped at the voice. He turned to Trunks, who was standing in his doorway, a grimace on his face as he wiped the already forming sweat from his forehead.

"Hey," Goten said, not an ounce of cheer in his voice.

Trunks' face contorted in confusion. Then he said, "Why don't we go downstairs where it's actually cool?"

"I want to talk to you about something first. Could you shut the door?"

The confusion grew deeper on Trunks' face, but he did as asked. He walked into the room, but didn't sit. Instead, he leaned his hip against Goten's desk.

"What is it?"

Goten paused for a bit, before looking at the floor and mumbling inaudibly.

"What did you say?"

Goten huffed in frustration, before sharply connecting his gaze with Trunks. He could see how taken aback Trunks was. It was a fair response—Goten was hardly ever this angry.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to college?"

Let it be a lie. Let it be a lie...

The way Trunks' eyes widened in dismay, told him it wasn't.

"Who told you that?"

Goten's eyes narrowed. "Who told me doesn't matter. What matters is that they heard from Cayon! Why the hell did Cayon know, but I didn't?"

Trunks gaped.

"Why are you leaving? What happened to our plan? And why in the hell am I just finding out now?!"

Trunks frowned and looked away. "I don't know what Cayon said, but nothing is final yet... but I'm pretty sure I'm going to go..."

Goten felt like he had just been punched in the chest.

He couldn't deal with that just yet, so instead he asked, "Why does Cayon know?"

Trunks sighed. "I was talking to him the other day..."

Before Goten could reply, Trunks cut him off, "He came to my house and my mom let him in. She was the one who told him about my college plans as if it was already finalized. I tried to tell him that I was still undecided, but he was already leaving."

Goten stood, and crossed his arms over his chest. He was pissed about Cayon being over Trunks house, but he had different issues to address. "How are you even going to get into this college? Isn't it too late to apply?"

Trunks sighed, and admitted, "They've already offered me admission. I've even got a seat in the class and a room reserved even though I haven't given them a final answer. I think they're excited about the possibility of having a Brief attend their school."

Goten closed his eyes, and gave out a frustrated breath. "What school is it?"

Trunks' eyes remained elsewhere. "Stanford University."

Stanford? As in, Stanford in America?

No, no, no, this was all wrong. They were supposed to stay together. Why was Trunks doing this?

"So, not only are you going to a college that I have absolutely no chance of getting into," Goten said slowly, "but you're going across the fucking world? To a place where I don't even speak their damn language? What the hell, Trunks? I thought we were in this together!"

Trunks bared his teeth. "Not everything is about you, Goten! You're my fucking boyfriend, shouldn't you be supporting me?! This is what I want to do. Why the fuck are you yelling at me?!"

"Well not a month ago you seemed like waiting for me was what you wanted to do! How can I support you, when you didn't even have the balls to tell me this to my face?!"

This wasn't right. None of this was right. "This isn't even something sudden, is it? You didn't decide this on a whim. All that 'training' you were doing with your mom... all those stupid books you were reading... You knew this entire time you were leaving, and you let me think that you were actually going to stay with me! When were you planning on telling me? The day before you left? While you were packing your bags? Do you have any idea how much it hurts that I had to learn through someone else that my boyfriend was leaving me? Do you even care about how this is affecting me?!"

"I don't have time to care!" Trunks snapped. "I'm sorry that my education is more important than what you want, Goten, but it is! I don't want to go to some run-down community college just so I can be with you! Do you know how that's going to affect my future? How the hell am I supposed to run Capsule Corporations with University of Orange Star City education? I want to do something with my life; do you even care about that?! My life doesn't revolve around you Goten, so stop acting like it does!"

Goten flinched back. That hurt. That really hurt...

Trunks seemed taken aback by his own words as well for a moment. Then he glared hard and stalked out the door. He slammed it shut behind him.

Goten plopped down onto his bed, and dropped his head into his head. How could Trunks say that? A run-down community college? Just what did he mean by that? Was Trunks calling him stupid? He had never said that before. He had been there all of Goten's life, through every bad grade, through every disappointed teacher, through every clueless moment, and never once said that. Even when he was winning awards for how smart he was, Trunks had never called Goten stupid. He just wouldn't do that. So why? Why would he say...

Goten felt his eyes prick. He wasn't going to cry, he wasn't, but they had never fought like this. Not once. So why? Why was this happening?

Goten didn't know. He really didn't know.

TBC