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Sekai ga Owaru Made Wa	By : SuupaaGohan2 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
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Sekai ga Owaru Made Wa

By SG2

Series-Dragonball

Pairing-Trunks x Goten

Genre-Comedy/Smut (Yaoi)

Classification-Two-Shot

Timeframe-Somewhere in the IGNO
Timeline

Rating-

Part 1-PG-13 for explicit language
and suggestive dialogue

Part 2-NC-17 for explicit language
and graphic sexual content (boy x boy)

Warnings-Lemon Yaoi (Male x Male).� If
that ain�t your thing, THEN YOU SHOULDN�T BE READIN� THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Massive and Perhaps Even
Unnecessary but Standard SG2 Notes-

Alright, you�ve all been very patient
to wait so long for the completion of this story, and you have now been
rewarded with�well�THE COMPLETION OF THIS STORY!!!!!!!!� Yaaaaay!!!!�
First off, however, I would like to note that due to its massive length,
it would be quite difficult to call this a �one-shot�, so, I HAVE now split the
story into two parts, essentially, the way Just My Imagination is�or�will be�if
I ever finish that�um�Well Part 1 is this right hyah, and it is complete, and
also, SAFE-meaning, for those of you not entirely comfortable with lemons, part
1 is entirely non-graphic.� Anyways, as
for the title.� Sekai ga Owaru Made Wa,
meaning �Should The World Come To An End�, is the title to my favorite song,
Sekai ga Owaru Made Wa by WANDS, the Slam Dunk 3^rd Ending
Theme.� But don�t mistake it for a
songfic, since it�s not-I�m just a loser who likes to name stuff after
songs�Anyways.� I originally started
writing this fic in March of 2005 and only finished it almost a year ago, in
late August of 2005.� The idea just
sprung into my head and, before I knew it, it had spiraled out of control into
THIS monster. �Then again, shouldn�t be
TOO surprising what with my renowned ability to write waaaay too
much�>_<;; Anyways, I digress.� Part
1 of this story is really just to set the stage for part 2 (the lemon), and is
what I would PERSONALLY call �comedy��but I also know from experience that I
have a VERY unusual sense of humor�And�I have a very, VERY weird thing for the
city at night�which most of my friends know, and, don�t understand�um, there�s
some of that nonsense in here, namely the setting of the story (and the fact
that the story�s title is based on my number one �city at night� song)�Um, I�m
weird�But, if you came for Yaoi, don�t worry, that�s conveniently in part 2.� That�s what I wrote it for.� This fic is about 90% smut, all around, so,
um�perverts rejoice!!!� There�s
Shounen-Ai, too, of course, I can�t write TruTen and make it JUST smut without
any fluff, so, don�t worry �bout that.�
^_^ But be warned-part 2 of this is HARD, NC-17 Yaoi, so if you�re
uncomfortable with that at ALL you may not even want to start reading this
story, as you will be highly unable to finish it�Anyways, if you�re interested
in hearing the song for which this fic is named I�d be happy to send it to you,
just e-mail me!!� And as usual for
anything I write, praise is greatly appreciated, and constructive criticism is
always welcome-it�ll help me become a better writer!!� ^_^�
But I should warn you that any straight-up flames or insults or just
writing to Yaoi bash or anything will be dealt with to the FULL EXTENT OF MY
WRATH�and as anyone who knows me could tell you, you do NOT want to make SG2
angry.� So, with that out of the way, I
invite you all enjoy the story-and, most of all, enjoy all the wonderfully graphic
boy-on-boy sex~!!� ^o^

�� -Alex �SG2� Hoffman, 7/28/06

�Ah!!�� The dark-haired boy sighs happily, grinning
as he leans back against the headboard of his best friend�s bed.� �This is great!!�

He folds his
arms back behind his head, opening his eyes and glancing over to the other side
of the room.� There, his friend, the
lavender-haired vice president of Capsule Corporation and son of the Saiyajin
Prince sits, typing away at his laptop computer.�

�I�m sure glad
you invited me over for a sleepover, Trunks-kun!!� he laughs.� �This is gonna be so much FUN!!!�� Goten grins widely, resting his head in his
glove-adorned hands.� Goten almost always
wore gloves; a black fingerless pair with red cuffs at his wrists.� However, instead of wearing his staple white
t-shirt with green sleeves and the words �Goten Son� printed on them, Goten
wears a silverish-colored jacket with red sleeves.� He is also adorned with a baggy pair of
orange pants, not unlike those of his marital arts Do-Gi, and his favorite red
and yellow sneakers.� Perhaps a sleepover
with a friend would not be considered by most to be a �special occasion�, but
to Goten, he thought it important to look a bit different for a change.

Trunks just
smiles and shakes his head silently, the over-exuberance of his easily-excited
friend amusing him.� He�s dressed in a
loose-fitting black tanktop, a sleeveless jacket thrown casually over his
shoulders.� His brown khakis are held to
his waist by a clasped belt, very similar to the one Mirai always wore, just as
his standard choice of footwear so mirrors his future counterpart�s.� A crucifix attached to a chain hangs around
his neck; an odd choice of jewelry one who lives in a world ruled by an unusual
hierarchy of deities.� He turns to his
still-reclining friend, whose gaze is glued now out the window above his older
friend�s bed.

�Geez, you act
like this is the first time you�ve ever spent the night at my place before�, he
muses.� �We used to have sleepovers at CC
all the TIME when we were kids!!!� he chuckles, turning away from Goten and
returning his attention to the computer screen.

�Yeah, but that
was like, years ago!!� Goten replies, clamoring to his feet.� He continues to speak as he begins jumping up
and down lightly, bouncing higher and higher on the soft bed, giggling like a
little boy.� �I probably haven�t slept
here since I was like seven years old!!!�

�Heh, I know, I
kinda missed our sleepovers...� Trunks laughs again, though this time there is
a strange tinge to his voice.� He pauses,
as if wanting to add something, but shrugs it off.� �So, anyway, what�s been��

He is abruptly
cut off as Goten jumps too high, slamming his head into the ceiling of Trunks�
room with a loud thud.

�OW!!!!!� he
screams, falling back down and landing on his butt on the bed.� He clutches his head in his hands, a
noticeable bump forming as he grits his teeth in pain.� �Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch��

�Way to put a
frickin� hole in my ceiling, Goten!!� Trunks shouts back at his friend who
still sits clutching his bruised skull on his bed.

�Hey, it�s not
my fault!!� Goten cries defensively.�
�Your ceiling�s too LOW!!�� Trunks
rolls his eyes, returning to his typing.

�Haven�t been
here since you were seven�� he mutters under his breath.� �The way you behave you�d think you WERE
still seven��

�� Although I guess�

�Trunks-kuuuuun�� Goten whines,
stepping off the bed and walking over to his friend at his desk.� �Are ya almost done with this stuff?� I mean, what�s the point in you inviting me
over here if you�re gonna be workin� the whole time?� I thought we were s�posta be havin�
FUUUUUN!!!!!!!�� Trunks blushes slightly
as the younger boy rests his hands on his shoulders, leaning over his computer
screen to observe his work.� Trunks
shivers slightly, moving away from the other boy a bit and trying to hide the
obvious tint to his cheeks.

�� Uh��
he begins, slightly flustered.� �Just
give me a few more minutes, OK?�
�Kaasan�s been on my case about finishing this crap all week, so I
thought I should get it out of the way first��
Goten frowns a bit, but quickly brightens up, grinning cheerfully.

�� Aw,
OK then.� Just hurry up, alright?�� Trunks looks at him, gritting his teeth
before slamming the lid down on the laptop harshly.

�� You
know what?� Screw it.� He says
cortly.� �I�ll just skip class on Monday
or something to finish it.�

�� Aw,
Trunks-kun, that�s when you�re s�posta be doin� your CLASS work!!!� Goten says
innocently.

�� Hey,
do you want me to hang out with you or not?�

�� Alright,
alright!!!� he laughs, backing away from his slightly agitated friend.� �So�what should we do first?�

�� To
be honest, I don�t really know�� Trunks trails off, embarrassed.� �I was so excited about just spending time
with you like the old days that I didn�t really have any particular
activities�uh�planned�� he blushes again, thankful for the naivety of his
friend for it to go unnoticed.�

�� Heh,
you can be such a scatterbrain, Trunks-kun.� Goten laughs, reaching for his
backpack and rummaging through.� �Luckily
for the both of us, I planned ahead!!!�

�� Huh?� What�ve you got there?�� Trunks asks quizzically, stepping back as
Goten presents a small cube-shaped-yet non-copyright infringing-gaming console.

�� What
else?� he grins.� �Video games!!!�� Trunks face-faults, quickly rising to his
feet again with a grin on his face.

�� Heh,
leave it to you to think of video games before anything else.� He smiles.� �Alright, get it set up, then.� I�ll go get us some snacks.�� He opens the door, pausing and looking back
at Goten as he hooks the wires up to the various outlets in his bedroom�s
television.� �You want anything in
particular?�

�� Nah,
nothin� much�� Goten says back softly.�
��Cept maybe some chips�and popcorn�maybe some nachos�or a deluxe
Okonomiyaki�or��

�� Idiot,
what the Hell makes you think we have all that stuff?� Trunks shouts back.� �This isn�t YOUR house, you know!!!�

�� Oh
right, sorry�� he frowns.� �OK, then, see
if you�ve got any nachos, then.�

�� Alright,
be right back, then.� He rolls his eyes and shuts the door behind him, pausing
and smiling inwardly before walking downstairs.

�Although I guess it�s his stupid, na�ve innocence�

In the
downstairs kitchen, Trunks sifts through the various goods stocked in the
cabinets and pantries.� After about a
minute of searching he comes across his prize.

�Ah, here
we go!!� he exclaims, pulling out a large bag of tortilla chips.� �Alright, now, let�s see�� he mutters, going
through the refrigerator drawers to locate the shredded cheese.

�Nachos,
he says�� he mutters, smiling to himself.�
�Come to my house, eat all my food, sheesh...�

...that makes him so cute�

�Oi,
Trunks, is that you?� a voice calls out, hearing the commotion going on in the
kitchen.� Trunks turns around to see
Vegeta, dressed in his old staple pink �Badman� shirt, standing behind him,
arms folded.

�Oh, hey
Papa!!� be greets his father.� �What�s
up?�

�What are
you doing home on a Friday night?� he asks.�
�Shouldn�t you be out somewhere?�
Don�t you usually have plans?�

�Oh,
yeah, I invited Goten to sleep over tonight.� Trunks looks at his father,
slightly confused when Vegeta makes a discouraged face.� �That�s�OK, isn�t it?�

�Well,
I�� They both turn when Bulma suddenly
enters the room, acting just as bizarre as her husband.

�So you
ARE here, Trunks!!� she says surprised.�
�But you�re always out on weekends!!�

�Yeah,
well, I�m not�� he responds.� �Like I was
just telling Papa, I invited Goten over to stay the night�Is that a problem or
something?�� Trunks watches in confusion
as his parents exchange glances with one another, then turn their gazes back to
him.

�...So��
Trunks trails off, waiting for an answer.

�Well,
the thing is�� Vegeta begins, turning back to Bulma.

�Tell
him!!� she whispers, nudging her husband.

�Well,
Trunks, your mother and I kinda wanted the house tonight.�

�Well,
it�s not like he�s going to sleep in your room or anything�� Trunks says, still
confused.� �This house is huge, it�s not
like��

�Alone.�

��Why?�

�Uh,
listen Trunks�� Bulma speaks up, stepping forward.� �Tonight is sort of an anniversary of your
father and I��

�What?� What are you talking about, it�s the middle
of July!!� You guys got married in the
winter!!�� His parents are silent for a
long moment.� Bulma blushes a little as
Vegeta begins again.

�Different�kind�of
anniversary��

�� Although
known for his superior intelligence; being the son of a genius inventor with an
IQ surpassing that of even the world�s top mathematicians and scientists and
the cunning and clever prince of an all-but-extinct warrior race, Trunks has a
difficult time grasping the situation.�
However, it can be attested that such a subject involving one�s parents
would cause even the most intellectual people to do all that they can to not
think about it.� Still, after a moment,
the realization hits him, his confused expression quickly changing to one of
complete and utter incomprehension and disgust.

�� You�ve
got to be KIDDING me�that�s�DISGUSTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!� he shouts, clasping his
hands over his ears.

�� Well,
think about it, you�re birthday�s about nine months away, and��

�� LALALALALALA!!!!!!�
he chants loudly, refusing to listen to his parents discuss their sex
lives.� �I�M NOT LISTENING TO
YOU!!!!!� LALALALALALALA!!!!!!!!!�

�� Oh
come on, Trunks, it�s a natural thing for humans!!!� Bulma tries to reassure
her already traumatized son.

�� That�s
right, and for Saiyajin, sometimes our instincts��

�� DEAR
LORD!!!!!!� he screams.� �I DON�T WANT TO
HEAR ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!� For the love of
GOD, Kami-Sama, Dende, whoever, PLEASE stop talking NOW!!�� There is silence for a long moment as Trunks
pants, trying to catch his breath lost in screaming.

�� Alright��
Vegeta finally breaks in.

�� WHY
would you tell me all that?!�� Trunks
bellows at his parents.

�� Well,
you asked��

�� No,
I believe what I ASKED for was the shorthand answer why Goten can�t stay
tonight, not the HISTORY of my CONCEPTION!!!!!!!!!�

�� Well,
fine, but is there any way you can just LEAVE?� Vegeta asks.� �Can�t you go to Kakarotto�s brat�s place?�

�� Well,
I guess if we HAD to�� he sighs, walking over to the landing of the stairs and
shouting upwards.� �Yo, GOTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!�� Within the span of a few seconds, the
dark-haired boy comes barreling down the stairs, joining the crowd in the
kitchen.

�� Yeah,
what�s up?� he asks.

�� Listen,
there�s been a slight change of plans.� He explains.�

�� How
so?�

�� Well��
he sighs deeply, glancing at his parents before going on.� �Listen�my mom and dad kinda�well�they just
want the house to their own�tonight�so, uh�well, is there any way we can stay
at YOUR house instead?�� He pauses and
looks at Goten, who considers the decision.

�� Well,
my house is a bit small for a sleepover as it is, but besides that�� he tell
his friend, �when I told my mom I was stayin� at your house�well, she got all
excited and said she was gonna take advantage of bein� alone for a change and
she invited her friends over��

�� What?�
Trunks cries, somewhat alarmed.� �Your
mom has FRIENDS?� I mean, outside of our
little click?�

�� Well,
not friends so much as her book club��

�� Book�club?�

�� Yeah.� Really just her and a bunch of other old
ladies, sittin� around and talkin� about those stupid romance novels they all
read�I guess it�s a woman thing.� He shrugs.

�� Not
really�, Bulma breaks in.� �She asked me
if I wanted to join and I said no, because it sounded stupid to me, too��

�� Dammit
Trunks-kun, why is YOUR mom so cool?� Goten inquires, smiling at Bulma.� Trunks snickers at the remark.

�� Hey,
chill out, your mom isn�t so uncool herself, Goten.� He says.� �I mean, wasn�t she the one who first taught
you martial arts?�

�� Well,
yeah��

�� Just
be thankful YOUR mom is a bit more�RECLUSIVE�than mine�� he says, scowling
slightly at his parents.� Bulma grins as
Goten wears a look of confusion.

�� What
he MEANS, Goten-chan, is that he gets uncomfortable about the fact that Vegeta
and I still have an active sex life.�

�� 'KAASAN!!!!!!!�
Trunks screams, causing Bulma to giggle.

�� Don�t
worry, Trunks-chan, when you find that special person it�ll be the same for
you, I�m sure!!�

�� Hahahahaha,
Trunks-kun�s all embarrassed!!� Goten laughs, joining the chorus.� Trunks slaps his forehead, blushing
furiously.

�� God�Dammit��
he mutters, thinking over his mother�s words.

�� I know
that, �Kaasan, that�s why tonight�was supposed to be perfect�

�� Trunks
shakes his head, trying to divert the obviously unsettling discussion.

�� Anyway,
Goten, we can�t go to your house because of some book club?� Why, it�s not like we�d be in the way or
anything��

�� Yeah,
I know, but I called �Kaasan earlier cuz I forgot my teddy b�er, my
toothbrush�at home and I was gonna go pick it up, but she told me not to come
home�I dunno why it�d be such a big deal, though��

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�� Deep
in the forests of the continent�s Eastern District, in the calm tranquility of
the night, the various dinosaurs and other woodland creatures begin to settle
in for a relaxing sleep�only to be disrupted by the loud, blaring music coming
from a nearby house situated in the midst of the wilderness.� At that very moment, in the black of the
evening, coming from the Son House was�

�� Woo-hoo!!!!!!!!!!!�
comes a shout from within the house.�
There, amidst the streams of confetti and blasting music is Son Gokou�s
wife and mother of two, Chi-Chi, dancing and living it up like a drunk
collegiate girl.� Another woman dances
over to her, the party scene in full-effect.

�� Chi-Chi,
girl, this party is KICKIN�!!� she screams, a bit difficult to hear over the
roar of the music.�

�� Yeah,
isn�t it?� Chi-Chi replies in an equal volume.�
�Don�t you just love �book club� night?� she snickers.

�� Yeah,
bet your friend Bulma is regretting not having joined herself, huh?�

�� Hahahahaha!!!�
the women laugh as they make their way to the punch bowl in the center of the
room.� As they help themselves to the
snacks, another woman approaches.

�� So,
Chi-Chi, what�s the deal with your kid?� she asks.� �Gone all night, I hope?�� Chi-Chi smiles and looks up from the punch
bowl, setting the ladle on the tableside.�

�� Goten-kun?� Of course, I made sure I got rid of him before
I threw th� bash, you know!!� she laughs.�
�He�s over at Bulma-san�s house right now.� Her boy �n� mine have been best friends for
years, so once he told me Trunks-kun wanted him to sleep over, it sealed the
deal!!� I just told him not to come home
because of �book club� and that was that!!�

�� So
then, am I to understand there are to be no interruptions?� she asks
quizzically.

�� Course
not.�

�� Good,�
she says, gesturing towards the door.�
��Cuz the STRIPPER is here!!!�
WOOT-WOOT!!!!�

�� There
are shouts of joy from the room full of women as a tall muscular man dressed in
a police uniform enters, hoisting a large boom box over his head.

�� Best
book club EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!�

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------�� Meanwhile, back inside Capsule
Corporation, the foursome continues to discuss the evening�s situations in the
kitchen.

�� So
that�s it?� Trunks asks.� �We can�t even
go back to your house because of a BOOK CLUB?!�

�� Sorry
Trunks-kun�� Goten mutters sadly.� �She
seemed pretty adamant about me not comin� back��

�� Dammit��
Trunks curses under his breath.� �Well,
thanks to my horny parents over here, our options are limited at best�� he
says, glaring at his mother and father whom merely shrug in response.� �What about Gohan-san�s place?� Do you think he�d let us stay over?�

�� Nah,
his house is as small as mine, and besides, your sister is stayin� over there
with Pan-chan tonight, remember?�

�� Oh,
right�crap�that Damn Bra!!� She was
jealous when she heard that you were sleeping over with me and she begged to go
spend the night with Pan-chan�So what else IS there?� he grunts, frustrated.

�� Do
you think you guys can hurry up and go already?� Vegeta breaks in.� �I�m getting�impatient�� Bulma giggles at the
implication.

�� Aaaaargh,
I can�t even CONCENTRATE in this atmosphere with you two!!!� Trunks screams,
walking over to his father and holding out his hand.� �Give us some cash!!!�

�� What?�
Vegeta blinks in modest confusion.� �Why
the Hell SHOULD I?� Trunks grits his teeth and glares down at his shorter
father.

�� Because
YOU are the reason I can�t spend the night in my own HOUSE!!� he grinds out
through clenched teeth.� �We�re going to
have to stay at a HOTEL, now!!!�� Vegeta
sighs, resigning to reach into his pocket and pull out his wallet, handing it
to the lavender-haired boy.

�� Fine,
but if you spend it all, I�m working you under 500 G�s in the Training
Room!!� No breaks!!!�

�� Yeah,
whatever�� Trunks mumbles, rifling through his father�s wallet.� �There...can�t believe we have to change all
our plans because of this crap�� he looks up at Goten.� �Well, go get your stuff and we�ll head out
then, I guess��

�� Un!!�
Goten replies, nodding before sprinting up the stairs to Trunks� bedroom.

�� You
know, that friend of yours is as off the wall as ever�� Vegeta says, raising an
eyebrow to Goten�s retreating form.

�� Yeah,
well�� Trunks can only laugh, trying to cover the blush creeping across his
face.� �He hasn�t changed a bit��

�� I�m just afraid that, if I get you alone�

�� Moments
later, Goten comes barreling down the stairs, sliding down the banister towards
the end with his backpack on his back.�
Trunks slaps his forehead in mild embarrassment at his friend�s amazing
immaturity.

�� Alright,
Trunks-kun, I�m all set ta go!!!� he grins.�
�So where�re we headed?�

�� No
particular idea.� He says bluntly.�
�We�ll find a nice hotel downtown somewhere, I guess.� He shrugs.

�� It
better be cheap.� Vegeta adds in dryly.�

�� SHUT
THE HELL UP!!!!!!!!!!!� Trunks screams back at him.� Goten can only laugh as the boys make their
way towards the door.

�� You
two enjoy yourselves!!� he laughs.

�� DUDE,
DON�T SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!�

�� Hehehehe,
it�s fun, look!!� he says, touching Trunks� cheeks.� �You�re blushing!! �It�s funny when ya get all embarrassed like
that!!�

�� G-G-Goten!!!�
Trunks cries, his heart racing at the light touch.� Completely oblivious to his older friend�s
reaction, Goten continues laughing and skipping out the door.

�� Heh,
you just need to lighten up a bit, Trunks-kun!!� he smiles.� �It�s not something to get so embarrassed
about!!� Your parents are only human,
it�s what they do!!!!� he pauses.�
�Or�Saiyajin�well, same thing, I guess!!!� he whistles to himself,
walking down the street.� Trunks remains
still for a moment, waiting until his blood cools down before going on.� He thanks God for his friend�s unbelievable
naivety for not deciphering the true reason behind his blushing.

�� I won�t be able to control myself�

�� N?�
Goten turns, wondering why Trunks is still standing on the porch.� �Somethin� wrong, Trunks-kun?�

�� W-What?!�
Trunks� head snaps up.� �N-No!!!� Nothing!!�

�� Then
let�s get goin�!!�

�� Right��
He breaths a heavy sigh, wary of the long night ahead of them as he closes the
door behind him and heads into the night after his friend.

�� As
the door closes behind them, There is silence in the room for a short time
before Bulma breaks it, glancing at her husband curiously.

�� Do
you think they�ll be alright?� she asks.

�� It�s
for their own good.�� Vegeta
replies.� �Trunks has been feeling this
way for a good while now.� All those
girls he brings home are doing nothing for him; his instincts are telling him
to hurry up and find a STEADY mate.�
Being Saiyajin, I�m sure Kakarotto�s brat isn�t much different.�

�� But�is
this really the best way?�

�� How
else?� he asks, looking at his wife.�
�They need to find out for themselves, without any influence from
us.� Trust me, I went through it too�� he
sighs deeply before going on.� �This will
work fine for them, don�t worry.�� Bulma
makes her way over to the window, gazing out at the stark darkness illuminated
only by the lights of the outer city.

�� I
hope you�re right��

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�� The
sun begins to set as the boys set off through the crowded streets of West
Capitol.� People pass by at every corner,
the street flooded with cars for the last daily rush of the warm Friday
evening.� Goten looks around in wide-eyed
amazement, clutching his backpack as he follows the other boy along the
sidewalk.

�� Wow,
this sure is a big city�� he turns to the lavender-haired boy.� �Ne, Trunks-kun?�� Trunks turns to look down at his friend,
cocking an eyebrow at him.

�� What
are you saying?� he asks in a somewhat mocking tone.� �It�s not like you�ve never BEEN here or
anything.� I mean, we have to walk down
these very streets to get to SCHOOL every day!!� he rolls his eyes at the last
statement, remarking on the fact that the boys swore an oath to their fathers
not to just fly to school and showcase their abilities.� Still, as a result, the city should seem
quite familiar to even the backwoods-residing younger boy.

�� Yeah,
but, I mean�� he raises his head skywards, gazing up at the huge looming
skyscrapers.� Seemingly on cue, the sun
recedes even further into the horizon, the city lights suddenly standing out
and illuminating the darkening sky.�
�It�s like a completely different place at night�it�s so�COOL, y�know?�

�� Heh,
maybe to you�� Trunks rolls his eyes, paying no mind to the amazement of his
easily amused friend.�

�� It�s as if
he doesn�t even realize that it�s those adorable little things�

�� Hm,
this looks like a good place�� he mutters as they pass a large hotel, reading
the sign aloud.� �West Capitol Heights�� he looks at the dark-haired boy.� �Well, this is as good a place as any, eh,
Goten?�

�� Wow��
Goten marvels, his eyes widening as he looks the building up and down.� �This sure is a tall house�� Trunks slaps his
forehead at the stupid remark, grabbing onto the other boy�s arm and dragging
him through the automatic doors.� �Come
on, you idiot��

�� That drive me crazy�

�� Waaa~ii,
Trunks-kun, hang on!!!!!!!!!!� he whines, bumping into several walls on the way
into the building before Trunks finally releases him to step up to the counter.

�� Excuse
me!!� he shouts, ringing the service bell.�
�Excuse me!!!�

�� How
may I help you, sir?� says the clerk as she takes her place behind the
desk.�

�� How
much is a room for two for one night?� he asks, playing the part of the
innocent, clean-cut youth.

�� Well,�
she replies, �it depends on what class of room you�re looking to stay in.�

�� Huh?� Class?�

�� Well,
this IS West Capitol Heights, the highest class hotel in the whole Western District��
she responds, gesturing towards the vast and highly decorated lobby in which
they stand.� �Basically you can get a
simple room or you can pay the extra price for our full services and one of our
deluxe suites.�

��
Trunks reaches into his pocket, pulling out and flipping through is father�s
wallet.� He grins devilishly, noting that
the small leather case is chock full of Vegeta�s credit cards.� �I think we�ll be wanting a suite for the
evening, if you please�the best you�ve got.� He smiles innocently and hands the
woman one of the plastic cards.

�� Right
away, sir.� Give me one moment and we�ll
show you to your room.� She says, sliding over to her computer and typing
feverishly.� Trunks grins again, shoving
the wallet back into his pocket and turning to face his friend.�

�� Well,
this sure turned out conveniently, eh Got�GOTEN?!� he shouts, noticing the
younger boy harassing an older man, poking about his suitcase.

�� Come
on, Oji-san, I just asked WHAT kinda business you�re here on!!!� he says,
inadvertently tipping over the bellhop�s cart with the man�s luggage on it.

�� Goten!!!�
Trunks barks, pinching the boy�s ear and dragging him away.

�� Ow
ow ow ow ow OW!!!!!� he grits his teeth in pain.� �Trunks-kun!!�
What�s THAT all about?!� Trunks glares at him, smacking him upside the
head with a fist.

�� Stop
bothering the other guests and get your ass OVER here, you IDIOT!!!!�

�� Well
ya didn�t have ta HIT me!!!!� he frowns, following Trunks as the older boy
steps back over to the counter.

�� Alright,
Mr. Briefs, you seem to check out fine.� The receptionist says, handing the
credit card back to the boy and gesturing towards the elevator.� �Right this way, sir, and one of our
employees will show you to your room.�

�� Thank
you.� He smiles, grabbing Goten�s wrist and once again dragging the hapless boy
behind him as he follows their bellhop to the elevator.

�� All
three step inside the massive chamber, even the elevator high-end enough to
have a glass window on the back wall.�
Trunks fights the intense urge to beat his friend over the head again right
there inside the elevator as he continues to move about the small space, gaping
wide-eyed out the large window and generally poking around the elevator�s
interior, but manages to restrain himself, hoping the rest of the evening will
go as planned.�

�� Gee,
Goten, let me guess.� He says dryly.�
�First time in an elevator?� Goten pauses short of pushing the buttons
to look at his friend.

�� Yeah,
how�d ya guess?�� He says innocently,
moving back to hit the buttons.� Before
he has a chance to screw anything up, however, Trunks seizes his wrist, glaring
at him and whispering through clenched teeth.

�� Don�t�touch�ANYTHING!!� Got it?� Goten swallows hard, nodding in
reply.

�� Uh-huh��
The woman smiles, pushing the button corresponding to the topmost floor as the
doors automatically open.

�� Alright,
sirs, you will be staying on this floor for the evening.� She smiles.� �Allow me to show you to your room.�

�� Certainly.�
Trunks says, smiling innocently and once again grabbing hold of Goten and
dragging him off the elevator.

�� Trunks-kun,
I can WALK by myself, y�know!!!� he growls, fidgeting and desperately trying to
break free.

�� Yes,
but I can�t TRUST you enough to let you go wandering around a big fancy hotel
on your own, can I?� he glares.� �I think
you�ve already PROVEN that to me, and you know it.� Goten frowns, resigning to
continue being dragged down the corridor to the room.

�� Well,
this is your room.� The bellhop says, moving to grab her cart and return to the
elevator.� �If you need anything don�t be
afraid to page the front desk.� Please
enjoy your stay at West Capitol Heights!!!� the boys nod, and with that she is back on the
elevator and heading towards the first floor.

�� Alright,
I guess it�s safe to�HUH?!� Trunks looks down at his empty hand, noticing that
somehow his friend managed to break free during his distraction without him
knowing.� �Dammit, Goten!!!!� he screams
as the dark-haired boy dashes into the room before him, being careful to touch
anything and everything inside just to spite the other.

�� Nyah-hah,
just TRY and stop me NOW, Trunks�� he is cut off as he slams face-first into
the wall, collapsing straight down on the floor.� ��kun�ow�� Trunks laughs as he enters the
room, shutting the door behind him.

�� Serves
you right for being careless, you idiot.� He grins.

�� S�not
funny, Trunks-kun.� That HURT!!� I think I bruised my head�I coulda got brain
damage or somethin��

�� Like
YOUR brain could get any more damaged than it ALREADY is�� he rolls his
eyes.� �Anyway, we�re only here for the
night, until my dad gets�well, gets THAT out of his system�� he cringes.� �So, we might as well enjoy ourselves.� He
looks at Goten, who is still sitting on the floor where he fell.

�� Aren�t
places like this really expensive, Trunks-kun?� he asks.� �Even for one night?� How are we gonna get the money to PAY for all
this?� Trunks grins mischievously, presenting his father�s wallet to his
friend.

�� With
THIS!!� Ta-da!!!!!�

�� Wah!!� That�s Vegeta-san�s wallet!!�

�� Hehehe!!� Bingo!!!� he grins.� �And he was so DISTRACTED earlier that he
forgot to take all his CREDIT CARDS out of it!!�

�� But�won�t
Vegeta-san get mad if you spend all his money?�

�� Yeah.,
well�this my REVENGE for him ruining my night, Goten!!!� At the curious sound
of the lavender-haired boy�s last comment, Goten rises to his feet.

�� N?� Whaddya mean, �ruinin� your night�?� Trunks
turns to his friend.

�� N-nothing.� Forget it.� He says quickly.� �Anyways, we�ve got my dad�s credit cards,
and we�re here in this fancy hotel�I�d say we can pretty much do whatever we
WANT, Goten�� he grins evilly, Goten still a bit apprehensive over the whole
situation.� �What�s the matter?� Can�t think of anything to do with all this
money?�

�� Well,
it�s not that, it�s just�� he frowns up at the other boy.� �If Vegeta-san gets mad, I�m blaming this
whole thing on you.� You realize that,
right?�

�� Yeah,
whatever.� I�ve gotten used to his
�punishments� by now.� I�ve been holding
back this entire time so he doesn�t know how much stronger I am than him-I conquered
his foreboding �500 G�s� a LOOOONG time ago.� He grins confidently.

�� Yeah,
well, I still don�t wanna get on Vegeta-san�s bad side�� Trunks only rolls his
eyes in response.� �Anyways, if I HAD ta
think of somethin��I�d say�� he grins widely, as if not needing any extra time
to think of his reply.� �ROOM
SERVICE!!!!!!!!!!!!�

�� Feh.� I swear, food is ALL you care about.� But
Goten isn�t listening.

�� Food!!� Food!!�
Food!!!� he chants, jumping up and down excitedly.� �Wow, big fancy place like this, I bet they
got all KINDS of stuff, huh Trunks-kun?�

�� Well,
order whatever you want, Goten.� He pulls out one of the several credit cards
and waves it through the air.� �My dad�s
buyin�.�

�� Moments
later, the doorbell rings and Trunks opens the door to greet the room service
cart, loaded with every type of food imaginable.

�� Wow��

�� That�ll
be 30,000 Zeni, sir.� The bellboy says.

�� Sure,
no problem.� Trunks smiles, not the least bit worried over the massive food
bill as long as he has his father�s cash.�
�Charge it to my room bill.�

�� Certainly,
sir.� He bows before exiting the doorway as Trunks shuts the door and steps
back into the room.

�� There,
that oughtta be enough even for YOU, eh, Got�� He freezes, taking in the sight
of his best friend patting his stomach, not even a crumb of food left on the
table.� �WHAT THE HELL?!� GOTEN!!!!!�

�� Mm,
that was great, Trunks-kun!!� he grins.�
�We gotta steal Vegeta-san�s credit cards more often!!�

�� How
did you eat ALL that food so FAST?!�

�� Cuz
I was hungry.�

�� SO
WAS I!!!!!!!� Trunks screams, fuming at the sight.� �YOU DIDN�T SAVE ANY FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!�

�� Calm
down, Trunks-kun!!� I did so!!!� he
gestures towards a lone bowl of rice on the far end of the table.�

�Gee�thanks��
Trunks scowls, but nonetheless sits down to eat it.

�Waaaiii,
that was good, but, now I�m full�� Goten yawns and gets to his feet,
stretching.� �Say, Trunks-kun, what time
is it?�

�N?� Hold on a minute�� he says, finishing his
rice and setting his bowl up by the kitchen sink before looking at his
watch.� �It�s only about 9 PM now.� Wow, earlier
than I thought��

At this rate�we�re not going to get anywhere tonight�or at
least�anywhere I wanted�

�� Hm.� 9 PM in the
big city, huh?� Goten muses, pacing the floor a bit.� �Well you go out every night, Trunks-kun,
what kinda stuff is there to do?�

�� H-huh?�
Trunks snaps out of his thoughts to look at the younger boy.� �What, you want to go out somewhere?� I thought the whole point was to stay in�you
know�and do�sleepover�stuff��

�� Hm,
you got a point.� Goten says cortly.�
�Well, I guess a sleepover in a big fancy hotel can be just as fun.� Hey, maybe it�ll be MORE fun than at your
house!!� he grins.� �But gee,
Trunks-kun��

�� What?�

�� Well
I hadn�t thought about it, but�we�re a lot bigger�n we usta be when we had
sleepovers.�

�� Well,
obviously��

�� I
mean, the kid stuff we usta do�prob�ly wouldn�t be too fun anymore�at least, I
don�t think it would be to YOU�� Goten blushes, trying to shy away from the
fact that pretending to fight dragons in medieval castles and the like would
probably still be entertaining to him.

�� I
know, I realized that, Goten��

�� So,
Trunks-kun�� Goten turns to face the lavender-haired boy, his expression
becoming much more tense and serious.�
�With that in mind�what kind of things DID you have planned when you
invited me over tonight?� at the sound of the words, Trunks� eyes widen.� Curse it�he was dense, but Goten could be
pretty perceptive at times.

�� W-what
do you mean?� he stammers.� �I-I didn�t
have anything PLANNED, I mean�� he flushes slightly, fearing that Goten has
discovered his true intentions for the evening.

�� So,
what?� Goten asks in a serious tone.�
�You just invited me over your house for the night to hang out and
talk?� Or what?�

�� Um,
I mean�that is to say��

Crap�I wasn�t counting on this�I mean, it�s GOTEN�he wasn�t
supposed to figure out what I had in mind until I was ready to tell him�

�Trunks-kun��
Trunks sighs in resignation, prepared to spill the truth.

�� G-Goten�I�ve
got to confess�I��

�� I love you�I�ve loved you for as long as I
can remember�I�ve had this evening planned out in my head for months, just
waiting for the right time to show you how much I love you�I�

�� I�I��

�� Wow,
hey look Trunks-kun!!!�

�� Huh?�

�� Thankfully
for Trunks, Goten�s easily distractible nature kicks in and within seconds the
boy has forgotten his conversation with his companion and crawled into the sill
of a large bow-style window on the back end of the room.

�� Woooow��

Goten
stares out the window, mouth agape, as he beholds the glittering majesty that
is West Capitol at night.� The buildings
tower into the dark sky, the twinkling stars themselves blotted out by the
glaring glow of the city lights.� Fleets
of cars speed through the evening streets, their light adding to the already
potent glow in the air.� It truly is a
sight that must be seen to be believed, and Goten finds it very difficult to
tear his eyes from such a sight; a sight that only someone who grew up in the
woods, far away from the big city, could truly appreciate.

�� Um�Goten?�
Trunks taps his friend on the shoulder, bringing him back from his
reverie.� �You OK?�

�� What?� Yeah, just�I�ve never seen anything like this
Trunks-kun�it�s�amazing��

�� If
you say so�um�� he wipes sweat from his forehead, thankful for the distraction
nonetheless.� �So�about me�not having
anything planned to do�tonight�uh��

�� Oh,
what?� You didn�t have anything planned?�
Trunks is taken aback a bit as Goten appears to have all but completely
forgotten their conversation only moments prior.� �Well that�s nothin� ta worry about,
Trunks-kun.� Ya gotta remember, that if
all else fails and YOU screw up, I ALWAYS come prepared!!� he grins his
trademark Son smile and rushes over to his backpack, fishing out his trusty non-copyright infringing purple
lunchbox-shaped gaming console.�

�� We
can always play video games if you don�t wanna go out!!!� he grins again, and
Trunks slaps his forehead.

�� Of
course we can�� he smiles and sighs, sitting beside his friend on the floor as
the system is hooked up to the massive hotel television.� �Well, you know that I�m not very experienced
at video games��

�� Heh!!� I�m the MASTER!!!� Goten says confidently,
laughing at his own outburst.

�� Yeah,
well with YOUR grades it�s obvious you use STUDY TIME to get in a lot of
PRACTICE�� he grins at Goten, who face-faults at the remark.�

�� Well�either
way�� Goten blushes, dusting off his sides.�
�I�m still the master.�

�� Yeah,
well, we�ll see�� Trunks grins, picking up a controller.� �So, what kinds of games did you bring?�

�� Hm�well
I brought a few good multiplayer ones, cuz I figured I could coerce you into
playing with me.� He smiles at the older boy before fishing through his bag
again and presenting three titles.� �OK,
I have your basic 3 good multiplayer games here.� The non-copyright infringing fighting game,
the non-copyright infringing racing game, and the non-copyright infringing 1^st-person
shooting game.�

�� Uh�why
do you keep saying �non-copyright infringing�, Goten?� Trunks asks curiously.

�� Hm�I
don�t know.� Goten says, a sweat drop forming on his face.� �Anyways, you take your pick of what you like
best.�

�� Weeell��
Trunks muses, thumbing the boxes on the floor in front of him.� �Considering I kick your ass every time we
spar in REAL life�� he grins and points to the box on the far right.� �Let�s go with the fighter.�

�� Whatever
you say, Trunks-kun, but keep in mind, videogames aren�t the same as real
life��

�� I
know, just shut up and put it in!!� Goten smirks evilly as he watches his
friend in his usual over-confidence.

�� Alright,
fine��

�� After
a few moments, Trunks� facial expression makes a drastic change from
over-confident to slowly increasing frustration.� Not long after, he tosses the controller to
the floor in a burst of anger.�

�� Aaaargh!!!�
he screams, rising to his feet.� �We�re
not playing this anymore!!�

�� Trunks-kun?�
Goten asks quizzically, noting the rage on the other boy�s face.� �It�s�just a game��

�� WELL
I DON�T LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!� PUT
SOMETHING ELSE IN!!!!!!!!!�

�� OK,
OK, sheesh!!!� he says flustered, holding the older boy back as he tries to
stomp the console to pieces.� �I�ll put
in another game, hold on!!!� We can try
the racer��

�� Yes!!� Yes!!�
Race!!!� Trunks says rather incoherently.� �Just put it in!!!!�

�� Alright�sheesh�I
knew you were a sore loser, but this is��

�� LESS
TALK, MORE GAME!!!!�

�� Only
a few more moments have time to pass before the lavender-haired boy is fuming
again, his anger level rising as his car continually slams into the walls
rendered on the screen of the digital race.�
Explosion after explosion�finally, he once again leaps to his feet,
yanking the controller out of its socket and kicking the console across the
room.

�� Hey,
Trunks-kun!!� Goten screams angrily.� �I
had to pay for that, you know!!� You
break it and you�re gonna really piss me off!!!�

�� You
said you had three games!!� What�s the
last one?� he asks, breathing heavily.�
Goten cocks an eyebrow at him, a bit warily.

�� I-if
I tell you�you�re not just gonna get mad and try to break it again, are you?�

�� I�ll
get mad if you don�t put it in, RIGHT NOW�� Trunks grits through a false grin.

��
Goten considers, reaching across the floor and popping in the final disc with a
resigned sigh.� �The last one is a
first-person shooter�the object is to basically kill each other with various
guns and stuff�but it can be really difficult if you don�t��

�� BAM!!!!!!�
Trunks yells, exuding a childish characteristic to his anger that he rarely
shows, wildly pressing buttons and firing furiously at the dark-haired boy�s
character on the screen.� �You�re DEAD
now, my friend!!� Looks like I�ve got
THIS one in the bag!!�
Wahahahahahaha!!!!!!� HAHAHAHA�
er�uh�ha?� he pauses, tapping the buttons on his controller a bit
confused.� �What�the?!�

�� Hehehe!!�
Goten grins.� �I was trying to tell you,
Trunks-kun!!� You�re out of AMMO,
now!!� You have to go COLLECT ammunition
packets to keep your supply steady!!� And
look-here�s my guy, right behind you!!!� he grins again, Trunks� eyes widening
in terror�or at least as much terror as one can get from the prospect of being
killed within the realms of a digital experience.

�� Oh�crap��
he mumbles as Goten�s character unleashes a flame thrower onto him, roasting
his player into a crisp nothingness within seconds.� �No�no�no�no�NOOOO!!!� AAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!� before
Trunks can dive after the console and proceed to abuse it further, Goten leaps
in the way and yanks the system out of the reach of his enraged friend.

�� O~K,
I�d say that�s enough video games for tonight�� he laughs nervously, packing the
games and equipment back into his knapsack.�
�Well, it�s already�� he glances at the clock, noting that not much time
at all has passed since they began, what with Trunks� tantrums.� �Er, almost 9:30 PM�well�I guess we could��

�� I�m
going to bed.� the lavender-haired boy says dryly, kicking off his slippers and
heading towards his bedroom�s door.�
Goten grabs his arm to stop him in protest.

�� What?� Ya can�t go ta bed ALREADY, Trunks-kun!!� he
cries.� �It�s still early, and besides,
it�s a SLEEPOVER!!� We�re s�posed ta be
havin� FUN!!!�

�� Yeah,
well tonight�s just not going the way I had planned, and all, getting kicked
out of the house and whatnot�I�m sorry, Goten.� He pauses and removes his
jacket, tossing it onto the couch and leaving him in only the loose-fitting
black tanktop he had worn beneath it.�
�We�ll just have to try again next weekend or something.� He sighs and
Goten releases his arm.

�� A-alright�sorry,
Trunks-kun.�

�� It�s
not your fault, Goten.� Don�t worry about
it.� He says in a low voice, turning the knob to his bedroom.� �This is my room, yours is over there.�

�� Y-you�re
not really gonna go to bed already, are you Trunks-kun?� Come on, we can at least��

�� We�ll
do something in the morning if you want.�
Right now I�m just�tired.� Goten pouts, deciding he can�t convince his
friend to do something he doesn�t want to.

�� A-alright.� Well, I�m gonna stay up for a little while
longer�i-if you need me for anything.� Trunks freezes for a moment at the words
but then shakes it off, realizing that Goten doesn�t mean what he would love
more than anything in the world to hear from the other boy.�

�� If
you turn on the TV, just keep the volume low.� he says quietly.

�� Un.� G�night, Trunks-kun.�

�� Good
night.� he replies, stepping into his bedroom and shutting the door behind
him.� Goten takes harsh notice of the
fact that the older boy didn�t once even turn around to face him during the
course of that pseudo-conversation.

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�� Inside
his room, Trunks collapses down onto the soft bed, sighing heavily.

�� Well,
so much for my plans of tonight being perfect�� he grinds through clenched
teeth.� �Stupid parents�stupid
hotel�stupid�everything��

�� He
turns over on his side uncomfortably, facing the wall.� There is nothing but silence for a long while
as he collects his thoughts of what could have been.

�� What
am I thinking?� It�s GOTEN.� Not like he even has a clue what I�m
thinking, or what I wanted to do tonight�what I�ve wanted to do to him for�God,
long as I can ever REMEMBER��

He shifts
again, pounding his fists into the pillow and trying desperately to get
comfortable amidst the neatly-folded sheets.�
It was a hot night; he had no intentions of getting under the covers.

�� I don�t know what I was even
expecting to happen tonight�I mean�� he sighs, grabbing the pillow and pulling
it tightly up against him.� ��No way he
feels the same way about me.� It�s
just�wishful thinking��

The heat
of the warm summer night holds stagnant in the air of the quiet room, and yet
he shivers, a cold chill running through his body.� He clutches the pillow tightly to him, sadly
embracing it before falling into a restless sleep.

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�� Man��

�� Goten
sighs, resting his back against the plush couch of the fancy hotel room.

�� I
really hope Trunks-kun isn�t mad at ME�� he pouts a bit, glancing at the
television.� �I mean, I know he doesn�t
usually play video games with me, and I know how he can get with competition,
but�� he sighs again, desperately trying to think of what could have irked his
best friend so much on their boy�s-night-out.�
��Somehow I don�t think that�s what made him so upset�but still��

He grabs
the remote and absentmindedly flips through the channels, his thoughts clearly
elsewhere.� After a while he resigns and
simply turns the power off, deciding he�s not in the mood for television.

��Trunks-kun��
he tosses a worried glance at the shut door to his friend�s temporary room of
residence.� �You�re my best friend.� We�ve been through so much�you know how much
I can�t stand to see you hurting�so why don�t you ever tell me when something�s
bothering you?� Trunks-kun��

Goten
reclines back on the couch, silent for a long while.� After a bit of quiet thinking, he moves to
stand, grabbing a pillow and the sleeping bag he had packed in thoughts that he
would be sleeping in Trunks� bedroom.� He
sets them on the couch and retreats to the bathroom, not making a sound as he
changes into his pajamas and brushes his teeth before returning to the living
room.� He walks over to the giant bow
window behind the couch he was sitting on, mesmerized by the mind-blowing view
to the city below.� He sets the sleeping
bag on the floor below the window, propping himself up on the pillow before
lying down completely.

�I really
wish you�d talk to me and tell me what�s bothering you�� he sighs, turning on
his side to face the window.� ��But I
guess you�ve got too much pride to tell your best friend when something�s
wrong.�

He curls
up against his pillow, completely unaware as to the fact that, in the bedroom
only mere feet from where he sits, his best friend is shivering alone in his
own solitary room, doing the very same.�
And so, completely unaware of one another�s pain, two boys fall into
their own states of unrest as the never-ending city below them continues to
stir.

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