Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with a quite 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: 1397
Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.
Our First Summer
Drabble #23- Rain (Revised)
"Goten... hey, Goten... Goten, get up!"
The Son in question groaned loudly before forcing himself into a seating position. He rubbed his eyes, and looked up at the hazy form of his boyfriend. Trailing his eyes to the alarm clock next to him, his eyes widened in disbelief at what it stated.
"Trunks, It's 6:30 in the morning!"
"Get up!" Trunks exclaimed, dropping Goten's sneakers into his lap.
"Why? What are we doing?"
A beat passed. Then, "it's been a week. I want to go outside."
Goten's mouth formed an 'O' in understanding. It had been exactly one week since Trunks suffered his heat stroke. He had been in the hospital for 48 hours, before he was deemed well enough to return home. The doctor had ordered for Trunks to take medications, and that for the rest of the week he remain indoors. Goten had been permitted to stay over Capsule Corporations while Trunks recovered, and while he was supposed to be sleeping in one of the guest rooms down the hall, he mysteriously ended up in Trunks' bedroom every night. They hadn't been doing anything inappropriate, of course—neither of them had really been up to it—but it made Goten feel a hell of a lot better when they stayed up into late hours of the night, wrapped up in each other's arms.
Trunks surprisingly hadn't complained much about being trapped inside the house, but it was obvious that he was itching to step his feet outside again, his hatred of summertime weather be damned.
Goten stretched his arms over his head, before dutifully pulling on his sneakers. He did not even have a chance to tie his laces, when an impatient hand was grabbing his wrist. The hand dragged him to his feet, and lead out of the bedroom.
"Dun, dun, dun dun, dun, dun, dun dun—"
"Shut up!" Trunks hissed, ruining the perfect background music to their sneaky tiptoeing down the hallway.
"Hater," Goten complained, but obediently kept quiet until they reached the front door. Through the glass he could see the grey, early morning sky, blanketed by thick rain clouds. The heat wave had finally ended.
He was a bit surprised when Trunks swung the front door open and dashed out the building. He was willingly going in the rain? Trunks normally hated being soaked, messy, or any other state that was the least bit uncomfortable.
He must really want to go outside. Goten couldn't say he blamed him; a mountain boy like himself didn't belong cooped up in a house, regardless of the weather.
Goten observed from the safety of the porch as Trunks sat himself on the wet grass. He pushed his legs out in front of him and braced his hands behind him to keep from toppling over. His head tipped back, and instantly his face was assaulted with rain. Even still, he seemed at peace, his eyes closing gently as he welcomed the water running down his face.
Goten frowned as his mind went back to the same troubling thoughts. Goten had tried to talk with Trunks' about his college plans, but every time he did, the other simply brushed him off.
"It's already settled, Goten. I'll wait a year, and then we can go to Orange Star City University, or else Community College of West City, whichever you prefer. I'm sure my mother won't be happy with my choice, so we should probably wait a few days before tell her, but she'll come around."
Trunks seemed content with the decision, but he wasn't. Goten knew he wasn't.
Trunks really wanted to go.
Goten didn't like school, not even a little bit. He didn't want to go to college at all, really, but he knew he had too. He was tired of constantly disappointing his mother, and if he didn't go, what else would he do? He had a brain that struggled with 12 times tables and had no skills he could offer aside from maybe cooking a meal fit for a saiyan appetite. That right there, was where Goten and Trunks were again, different.
Goten decided to change his internal topic, because that line of thought would only proceed to upset him.
Goten knew that Trunks didn't really need to go to school to learn how to run his family company one day. He already knew how, and anything he didn't already know, Bulma would teach him. No, Trunks wanted to go to college for far different reasons. Trunks wanted to go because he liked to learn. He liked to see the world around him with his own eyes. They were alike in that regard, but where Goten liked to experience different things, Trunks wanted to know why things were different. Most of all, he wanted to be challenged, and he wouldn't be if kept following after Goten.
Was this what Trunks meant, when he said that his life revolved around Goten—always giving up his wants and desire because Goten couldn't keep up? Was that what their relationship was—Trunks constantly giving and giving while Goten reaped all the benefits?
Goten always wanted to be with Trunks. He wanted to see him everyday, whenever he wanted, just like always. He didn't want him to leave. He didn't want him running off to something better.
Goten was not really anyone's favorite. No one would say it to his face, but he knew it was true. He wasn't smart enough for his mom, wasn't strong enough for his dad, and wasn't interesting enough to anyone else. Yet somehow, he had become Trunks' favorite. Even when they were kids—when Trunks was a brat and Goten was painfully naive—Trunks never made him feel like he had to be anyone other than himself. He could be exactly who he was meant to be, and Trunks would always want him.
But now he wanted to leave for something much better. Goten didn't know if he could compete with that. But was this the better alternative? Did he want Trunks to brush away everything he wanted just for him? Did he really want Trunks to be anyone other than himself?
No, because Goten loves Trunks, and that wasn't love.
Goten walked up quietly behind his boyfriend, and his body was almost instantly soaked by the fierce rain. He sat himself in the wet grass behind Trunks, wrapped his arms around his chest, and pulled his head of wet hair back onto his shoulder. Trunks relaxed against him, and a comfortable silence fell into place as the rain poured down on them.
The silence was broken however, when Goten couldn't help but sing, "If all of the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops..."
"Oh what a rain that would be..." Trunks sang back softly, to Goten's delight.
"Standing outside with my mouth opened wide..." the duo sang in unison.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah—ack!" once both of their tongues were out, Goten leaned over, and licked a long line up Trunks' cheek. Trunks groaned in disgust, though a smile still broke out onto his face.
Trunks wiped away the line of saliva, and rested against Goten again. "Well, thanks for reminding me that I'm sitting on wet, squishy, gross, grass while getting soaked head-to-toe with rain."
"Fortunately, I have a solution to your problem," Goten replied. Before Trunks could respond, Goten braced his hands on his narrow hips, and lifted the other onto his lap.
"There. A much better seat, don't you think?" Goten smiled, his voice innocent and suggestive all at once.
Trunks' brow twitched in irritation, and his cheeks were adorably flushed. He remained silent, and sat tensely upon Goten.
Goten rewrapped his arms snugly around Trunks' chest, and buried his head in the other boy's shoulder. He nuzzled his face against the tan skin, blowing out hot, moist air from his lips and nose. Trunks offered just the slightest whimper for his efforts. He really wanted to kiss Trunks senseless—he often did—but he had to say what needed to be said before it was too late. There was no use putting it off any longer.
"Hey, babe," Goten spoke, with his lips right near his ear.
"Hmm?" Trunks must be very distracted to not have been bothered by the pet name.
It was like ripping off a bandaid. "I think you should go to Stanford."
End