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: 1030

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #27- Parties III (Revised)

Goten's eyebrows were drawn as he pushed his way through the crowd. He sneered at the group of people who were blocking the staircase, until they moved aside with fearful looks on their faces. He didn't soften his features, and only continued to stomp up the steps, tugging Trunks behind him.

The hallway was dark, and lined with four doors. One of the doors was open, and led into the bathroom, but the other four were closed.

Goten immediately went to the closest shut door. He grabbed at the brass knob, only to realize the door was locked. There was a keyhole, and unfortunately for whoever owned this house, Goten didn't have the key.

He knew that what he was about to do, was something a completely sober Goten would never do, but 'Sober Goten' wasn't here right now. 'Drunker Than He Thought He Was Goten' was here, and without a second thought, he twisted the knob until the tumblers snapped beyond repair.

"Dude!" Trunks protested as he was pulled into the room. Goten didn't reply, and flicked on the light switch. It was a simple teenage boy's bedroom. The host's room? He didn't really care.

The elder pushed the door shut behind him. "What the hell is the matter with you, Goten?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you had boyfriends before me?"

Trunks gaped like a fish. "Seriously?"

Goten said nothing.

"For fuck's sake." Trunks scrubbed a hand over his face, uncomfortable. "I wouldn't call them boyfriends. I was experimenting. They didn't really mean anything, so I just ended it. At the time I wasn't sure how you'd handle my sexuality, and when we started dating, I had already stopped thinking about them."

Trunks brows furrowed. "How do you know about them anyway? The only person I ever really talked to about these things is—"

"It doesn't matter where I heard," Goten intervened. "It matters that you lied to me!"

"Lied to you?" Trunks eyes popped in disbelief. "How in the hell did I lie? You never asked."

"Do I honestly have to ask, 'hey, babe, just out of curiosity, did you fuck around with other guys before we got together'? And you did lie, because I do recall you telling me that I was your first, Trunks!"

Despite the blush that spread across Trunks' cheeks, anger seeped into his voice. "You know what I meant when I said you were my first guy, Goten! Is this seriously what you're upset about? You fucked around with guys before me too, you know."

That was a fair point. 'Drunker Than He Thought He Was Goten' was not to be deterred. "I never lied about it."

"I didn't lie! And either way, that was in the past, so just let it go!"

"How can I when it really isn't in the past?" Goten mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"It's not really in the past, Trunks!" Goten snapped. "I've known you all my life, and I know you've never been one for change. How can I know if you are now?"

"Wow," Trunks said in awe. "You're drunk. You're very drunk. You're not usually this unreasonable."

"Oh, so you think I'm unreasonable?"

"Yeah, I do," he retorted, his eyes hard. "You get jealous over every little thing! I so much as talk to someone else and you pop off like I'm about to be stolen right out from under you! You have absolutely no trust in me!"

"Don't act like it's just me, Trunks! Do I have to remind you about how you tried to drown Aalase and me at the playground?!"

"That was different!"

"I fail to see how!"

"You were actually flirting with her! Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't notice how you look at girls? You check out girls like you're a forty-year old virgin! I think I'm allowed to get upset when you let some chick practically drape herself in your lap and whisper in your ear because you think it's cute. If I'm not allowed to be upset about that, then what, Goten? Tell me what the hell it is you want from me?"

"I want you to quit lying to me, and at least pretend that you give some sort of fuck about me! It's always Cayon who knows what's going on, while I'm stumbling around like some blind idiot! It's always Cayon, who gets to be there for you, when I'm supposed to be, but you never let me! It's always Cayon, who has no other desire than to fuck you, who comes before me! Is he really that more important to you than me?!

Trunks threw his hands into the air. "Cayon! It's always Cayon with you!" He turned and strode towards the window.

"Where the hell are you going?" Goten demanded.

"I can't do this anymore," Trunks answered as he threw open the window. "I am so tired of you acting like a fucking child. I'm going home. I need a break. Call me when you're sober, and done attacking me over stupid shit."

Goten was about to retort, when he froze. The wrong words raced through his head. It was always the wrong words.

I can't do this anymore... I am so tired...

Let it go...

Break...

Everyone knew what a 'break' really meant.

"Trunks..." Goten spoke up lowly, "Are you saying you want to break up?"

Trunks whipped around inhumanely fast. He stared back at him.

"Goten..." he said, but that was all. He didn't say what Goten needed to hear. He only stared at him with his wide, beautiful eyes.

What are you doing, Goten? Think about what you're doing!

No more words came. Goten took his silence in the worst way.

"Fine." He gave Trunks his back. "If that's what you want, then fine. I don't even care anymore. We were stupid to think this would ever work."

Goten could still feel Trunks' presence behind him. He refused to turn around.

Moments passed. Then Trunks was gone.

Goten stumbled back, until the back of his knees the bed. He flopped down onto the stranger's mattress. His hands covered his face.

What the hell have I done?

End