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By : Demonic_Host
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A/N: there are some things that I will be changing from the canon from this point on. There are some subjects that I just felt were too much bullshit to ignore. The main thing you’ll see that I will change (other than relationships) has to do with Goten and Trunks. Total BS that they were Super Saiyans. So I’m sorry but that’s not a thing in here. I will still try to do justice to their characters but no SS for them.

Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Thirty-five

A loud knock on your door. You grumbled and turned over, glaring at you door. You almost fell back to sleep but the knock woke you up again. A third had you getting up in a rather pissy mood. You opened the door to see Gohan standing there. He’d been about to say something but when he saw you open the door, his mouth snapped closed. His face quickly turned red and his eyes closed.

You tried to figure what embarrassed him that much. It took a while to realize what the problem was. You had been extremely warm last night. So you had on the thinnest spaghetti strap shirt you could find. The way that it hung off your chest made your anatomy even more obvious. Coupled with that was a shortcut, lightweight pair of cotton shorts. And that was it.

Your face was probably as red as his at that point. You were pretty sure that you muttered something close to “be right back” but it was a bit of a blur as you closed your door. You hurried to throw on something that was more covering and modest. Even though you had more clothes on when you got to the door, your blush hadn’t faded. It was embarrassing to think about the fact that you’d forgotten standard conventions of modesty in your half sleep state.

After living with Goku for months you had gotten used to wearying what you wanted around the house. Goku never really seemed to look or react to anything...Gohan was different. Although you really couldn’t blame yourself. You’d been half asleep. Your embarrassment had woken you up.

“Sorry,” you muttered as you opened the door for the second time.

Gohan tried to move on from the embarrassing subject. Which you were thankful for.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“At…what time is it?”

“Uh, 7.”

“At 7 in the morning?” You asked with a deadpan expression.

“Yeah uh...I wanted to know if you’d watch Goten for the day,” Gohan asked, positioning himself into almost a pleading position.

You stopped moving. Goten. The one that looked like a mini-Goku. It was like a cruel trick. After everything fate still wanted to fuck with you.

“Why?”

“I’ve been trying to train for the tournament. And I told mom that Goten could help me. But he’s been distracting me all morning. I just need you to watch him for a few hours, please?”

...all morning. All morning? It was only seven in the morning?! What time did this boy even wake up?

“What time did you get up wonder boy?” You asked in disbelief.

“5 am. Why?”

He didn’t seem perturbed by that in the least.

“I have school in like an hour Gohan,” you reminded him.

The look on his face was pleading. You let out a deep sigh and nodded, accepting your fate. Be still the heart because seeing Goten all day might as well be like pounding a few nails into it. At the very least you had a moral excuse for not attending school that day.

“Thank you!” Gohan said. “I’ll go get him.”

“So I’ve got like ten minutes.”

He looked a little nervous. “Uh he’s on the roof.”

“So you banked on me saying yes.”

Gohan laughed nervously. But that was your answer. He totally had.

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You’d found just about the perfect thing to entertain Goten. That just so happened to be Trunks. When you turned up to Bulma’s house looking like a lost little duck with Goten in hand, she let you right in. And the moment that Trunks saw Goten there was a whirlwind of activity.

They apparently wanted to play every game in existence together. As long as they didn’t get too hurt, you really didn’t care too much about what they played. You looked up every few minutes from your textbook as you tried to catch up with the recent history of the world. Watching them did make you smile.

And the moment that both of their backs were turned you threw one of Bulma’s small toss pillows at the back of their heads. The pillow swirled through the air like a discus and hit them both. Goten and Trunks saw that you had a wicked smile on your face as you tried to study.

When they went to tackle you, you disappeared.

“Hey! No fair!” Goten called out.

“Hmm, yes it is,” you responded from right behind them.

Trunks and Goten spun around to see you standing behind them, bent over and wiggling your fingers at them playfully. It wasn’t long until a very challenging, very active game of tag developed. The house never knew what hit it. It was a lot easier to manage being around Goten when you were too busy ducking and diving to think about how much he looked like your belated husband.

By the end of the day and a belly full of kid foods, both kids were pretty much passed out. You let them nap against a tree as you set the house back to rights. It was a wonder how fast that went when picking up a couch was just about as hard as picking up a wooden chair. After that you put Trunks back into his mother’s care and took Goten back to your apartment. The little guy had gotten plenty of leaves in his hair and dirt all over his clothes.

So even though he was half asleep, you washed him up. His clothes were filthy which meant that at the end you just put him into one of your smaller shirts. Goten laid underneath your covers as you used a laptop to watch a movie while sitting on your bed.

Every few minutes he made a move to get closer. His body turned towards you. His hand reached out. Then a leg. He scooted closer and repositioned his limbs. Once he was close enough the little rascal rolled over again, somehow landing in you lap.

You admitted defeat at that point. He was a snuggler just like his dad.

Carefully you scooted so that you were propped up with pillows in the middle of your bed. Your computer beside you so you could at least hear the movie. And laid out across your chest and the rest of your torso was Goten. Goten’s mop of messy black hair, recently washed, was all you could really see when you looked down. But you could feel him laid out against you, taking up the most room possible. You rested your chin against his hair and let out a deep breath.

He was sweet like this. And it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

At some point you must have nodded off after him. Because when Gohan walked in all he saw were you and Goten fast asleep. You were holding his little brother protectively to you as though he were your own. The scene made Gohan stop in his tracks and smile.

You looked very natural like that.
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