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: 921

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #25- Parties (Revised)

Goten grumbled as they finally found a parking spot. The house was teeming with teenagers, from the lawn up to the clogged doorway. The music blared so loud that Goten could hear it all the way from the street. "Are you sure you don't want to do something else? I mean, don't you think it's kind of late?"

"9:30 is late now?" Trunks rolled his eyes as he took the keys out of the ignition. "And of course I'd rather be doing anything else that didn't involve dealing sweaty, drunk people, but Junna, Mele, and Haru are here and we haven't hung out with them in forever. Aren't you the one who is supposed to be a 'party animal'?"

Well that definitely was true, Goten could most certainly get his 'party on', but he couldn't help but be a 'party-pooper' at the moment. He knew for a fact that Cayon was going to be there tonight, and he was not excited one bit for when they would bump into each other. He couldn't tell Trunks that though. He'd only get annoyed, and that wouldn't benefit anyone now would it?

Goten was a bit excited to see Junna, Mele, and Haru though. Those three had been in their French class, and were thus the only friends that the two of them shared. This also, amazingly enough, was also their first party of the entire summer so far. Goten should be ashamed of himself, honestly.

Thankfully, his attitude towards the party changed almost instantly when he walked through the door. Sure the volume of the music was making his ears bleed and the lights were so low he could hardly see in front of him and it smelled overwhelming of beer and desperation, but it was a party and Goten would enjoy himself, dammit.

"So," Trunks spoke, peering over the heads in front of them. "Do you see them anywh—"

Goten cut him off with a dramatic gasp. "Oh fuck."

Trunks arched his brow. "What?"

"This... is... my... JAM!"

Trunks jumped in at the outburst. His body had barely settled when his hand was suddenly grabbed.

"Trunks, you've GOT to dance with me!" Goten exclaimed as he pulled the older boy towards the living room-turned-dance floor. The space was uncomfortably packed with gyrating bodies, but Goten was not deterred, and nudged their way into a spot of their own.

"Goten, you know I don't dance!"

"Come on, babe!" Goten pouted. "Just this once?"

"Stop looking at me like that," Trunks grumbled, his eyebrows drawn in a glare. "I don't even know how to dance."

"Then I'll show you!" Before he could protest, Goten's fingers latched onto his belt loops and pulled him closer.

"Just match my moves, okay?" Goten whispered as he started to move his hips to the beat.

It was a moment later, when Trunks began to hesitantly move his hips as well, trying his best to keep his movements up with Goten's. The Son in question smiled, released Trunks' belt loops, and braced a hand on the other boy's hip.

Soon enough, Trunks' hips were rolling on their own accord, matching in time with the music. He even added his hands—first to brush his hair back, then to fist Goten's shirt at his navel. He pulled Goten closer.

Goten's lips fell in open in shock from the pleasant surprise. "You liar, you know how to fucking dance!"

"Or maybe I'm just a natural," Trunks laughed as he nudged his knee in between Goten's.

The duo danced for a few more songs, before they decided to take a break. They had moved out of the living room, and ended up near the snack table. The duo didn't speak for a moment, and opted to watch in amusement as people they knew and didn't know, dance around and do... other things...

Once he was done laughing at some girl—who had seemingly been trying to do a dirty dance for a guy—fall gracefully on her ass, Goten bent down to tie his shoes. Once his laces were secure, he stood back up, only to realize that Trunks was gone. He thought that was quite rude, until he saw the long, shiny black hair that connected to the form of Mele, dragging Trunks away.

Goten huffed at being abandoned, and reached for a plastic cup. He poured some juice into his cup and sniffed it. Definitely spiked. He brought the brim to his lips, and took a long sip. He hummed in satisfaction and refilled his cup. He'd catch up with Trunks later on.

TBC