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: 1226

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First Summer

Drabble #28- Sleeping In (Revised)

Goten grumbled as he stalked through the crowded party. It was December 31st, and due to their families having 'adult parties' that the boys weren't allowed to go to, (which seemed a bit unfair, considering that Trunks would be turning eighteen this coming May, and Goten would be seventeen the summer that followed), the duo simply decided to go to a more 'age-appropriate' New Year's Eve party.

It was just passed 11pm—nearly an hour after the two of them had arrived. Goten had lost his best friend around half an hour ago, but he was sure they'd run back into each other before they had to do the countdown.

With that in mind, he danced around with tons of girls (and even a few guys on the sly), picked up a few numbers, and even had partaken in a make-out session. His favorite partner so far though, had been a spunky girl with scruffy, unnaturally pale-pink hair (he could tell because her eyebrows were brown), tied in a loose side-ponytail. The girl moved on the dance-floor like a pro, had hips that could kill, and was a good kisser to boot. He couldn't recall her name, but the way her tongue danced in his mouth had him really tempted to learn it.

He had lost track of her though, and now he was looking for two people with unnaturally colored hair. Not that that was their only similarity. Her eyes were also a gorgeous bright blue. Almost as gorgeous as—

'Stop being so gay, Goten,' he told himself as he flicked his own forehead. There was nothing more uncool than crushing on your best friend. Even if your best friend had the prettiest blue eyes on the planet, and unfairly soft hair, and a sexy smile, and smooth abs, and a hot ass—

"Ahhhhh!" Goten idly hoped no one was watching while his fingers brutally attacked his forehead.

With his punishment done, he continued his search for pink or purple hair. He wouldn't even deny that he hoped to find the purple hair first.

BUT it was only because he knew that Mele got Trunks drinking, and nothing good could come from a drunk Trunks...

He steps into the living room. A bit further down from him, he saw the blonde-brunet head of Cayon, who looked like he was kissing the daylights out of the wall (well, by the way his head was tilted, he was probably nibbling on the wall's ear...).

'Gods, you're so damn big that I can't even see who has the... good fortune to kiss you.' Goten hated Cayon, but there was no use in pretending he was an awful partner. He's heard too many tales of Cayon's 'prowess' in excruciating detail for that.

Aaaand now he was annoyed. Goten moved to continue his search, but at that moment, Cayon also moved. Cayon's mouth fit over his now-visible partner's lips, and Goten's blood boiled.

Pressed up against the wall was Trunks, with his arms pinned over his head. His lips moved against Cayon's almost desperately and his body writhed eagerly in Cayon's embrace. Despite the darkness though, Goten could see that his friend's ears were flushed too deeply, and his lidded-eyes were glazed.

Trunks was drunk. Too drunk.

He was next to Cayon in less than a second. He grabbed a handful of blonde-brunet hair, and yanked him away. Cayon had barely yelped in protest, when Goten tossed him harshly. He landed in a heap on the ground, groaning pathetically. Goten balled up his fist, more than ready to knock that asshole's lights out.

"Goten..."

He whipped around. Trunks was still slumped against the wall. Could he sense him? Trunks was practically useless when he was drunk, which was why he normally steered clear of it.

When Goten didn't respond, Trunks opened his eyes, confused. When he saw Goten, his instantly eyes brightened. He lunged at the surprised Son, and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck.

"Why... Why... Why did you... stop?" Trunks spoke like his mouth was full of cotton.

Before Goten could reply, Trunks leaned in and tried to place a kiss on him. He only caught the corner of Goten's lips, before slumping against him.

Goten was very stunned. He then berated himself for getting so easily distracted. "Trunks, are you okay?"

"No. Feel... sick."

He then promptly threw up all over the carpet.

Afterwards, Goten had taken Trunks back to his house. He had carried Trunks up to his room to sleep off the alcohol. He had stayed up through the New Year, making sure Trunks stayed on his side, and helping him with the wastebasket every time he was sick. A few hours later, Trunks had awoken with a horrible headache, with very few memories from the night before.

Goten had only told Trunks that the he'd tried to kiss him.

Trunks had been mortified. Then, everything settled, and on that day the best relationship of Goten's life began...

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It was late morning of the third day.

On the first day, he had waited. Maybe Trunks hadn't taken him seriously. Maybe Trunks would call him and berate him like he normally would when Goten did something stupid. Maybe that whole night was just a shitty excuse for a dream. Maybe Goten hadn't screwed up the best thing to happen in his life.

No good morning text. No goodnight text. Nothing in between. Radio silence.

On the second day, Goten accepted heartbreak.

He had stayed in his bed the entire time, only moving when it was absolutely necessary. He listened to sad songs; he ate ice-cream; he even had a good cry. His heart was still just as broken.

He wondered what Trunks was doing—if he was as broken as he was. Goten doubted it. He was probably off getting sympathy sex from Cayon. They were probably both laughing at Goten right now. Big, stupid Goten.

Or maybe not, because Cayon's an asshole and this was all his fault.

Goten twisted his face into his pillow. Trunks was his other half. He always had been. Didn't Trunks know that? Didn't he realize how much Goten needed him? Didn't he know how much Goten loved him?

Goten felt tears prick his eyes, and he fought them back. How long was he going to hurt like this?

Goten stands by one thing he said though. They were stupid stupid for ever thinking that their relationship would work. He wouldn't be hurting like this if they had just kept things the way they were.

But if I had, then I never would've embraced him, or held his hand, or danced with him, or cuddled him, or kissed him...

I never would have realized what it felt like to love him.

But now, nothing would ever be the same between them again. Trunks could never just be his best friend again. Goten has lost him in every way that mattered.

No more thinking about this. He buried his face deeper into the pillow, and willed sleep to come. His clock said it was almost noon, but he didn't care. He would sleep the summer away if he had too.

He would sleep until he knew what to do about the Trunks-shaped hole in his heart.

End