Chapter 02
He had been sleeping. Sated, happy, warm, comfortable, non-waitingforGotentohitpuberty sleep. The best sort of sleep any single Saiyan could experience.
Then.
"If you don't leave now I'll kill you." He lifted his head off the pillow far enough to look into the disgustingly happy face of Goja.
"I know what you and Goten did."
Wow, he was impressed. So damn impressed that it was quite possible that he would just have to die right now to avoid the necessary jumping about happily to celebrate the fact that Goja knew something.
"Leave. Now."
"Your room stinks. You stink." Goja scooted closer on the bed and poked him in the back, letting his fingers walk down Trunk's back to the blanket that was wrapped around his hips. "Did you like it?"
And he had no patience for this. "VEGETA! BRAC!"
Goja gave him an evil look. "Stop being such a bitch Trunks."
"Stop drooling on me," Trunks retorted. He turned his head away from Goja as his door burst open and his spastic little brother hopped into the room, shorter than Goja even though he was almost a full year older (but he had twice the energy that Goja did) and he grabbed Goten's obnoxious little brother and cackled.
"HIYA GOJA!"
"Goja?" Enter Brac, taller than both of them, nearly identical to his grandfather in everything except his exceptional intelligence and there was that sneer of disdain that spoke of his princely heritage. "Didn't we tell you not to come back."
"He just wanted to play kissy-wissy with Trunks," Vegeta said, clapped Goja on the back and sent him sprawling forward on the floor. The house rattled and Brac sighed.
"Smells like someone beat him to it," Brac said. Then he crossed the distance between the doorway and the annoying two, grabbed them both by the arm and dragged them out of the room.
"Mom's going to kick our ass if we wake up the baby."
"Again," Vegeta added.
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Things were completely normal. Vegeta and Goja were fighting outside of Gohan's house. Vegeta was winning. Goja was pathetically losing. (Yes, Vegeta often bragged that his children could kick the ass of all of Goku's sons except Gohan.) Brac was watching them fight with the singular interest of boredom.
He landed next to Brac. "What happened this time."
"Goja was trying to molest your boyfriend again."
Things were definitely normal. Goja was eleven. Trunks was almost twenty. Somehow this age difference didn't make a difference to the moron. Neither did the fact that Goten was the only Saiyan in the universe that had the right to touch his boyfriend. "Trunks is still sleeping?"
"You must have just worn him out." Brac gave him a dull, bored look. This too was normal. At twelve Brac was more intelligent than any of them, or all of them put together. (Trunks occassionally dug his head out of his ass long enough to challenge Brac's intelligence, but most of the time nobody cared enough to challenge Brac.)
"Right." He left them to fight it out and found Trunks in his bedroom, sleeping. He laid down on the bed and watched him as he snored. Traced his hand down Trunks' naked back, making little circles on his skin. Smirked at the little shivers that ran down his back.
"Truuuuuuuuunks."
Blue eyes opened, lazy smile spread across his face. "What?"
"Don't you have to go learn how to be boring?"
"No."
"I'm pretty sure your mother is expecting you."
"No."
"Fine. So what are we going to do now?"
Trunks sat up, yawned, stretched and scratched his stomach. Goten watched him. Felt very lazy laying on the bed, not inclined to do anything really, just lay here. Possibly sleep.
"How'd your mother take it?"
"I think she's decided that denial is the way to go." He rolled onto his back and Trunks laid down next to him, put his head on Goten's chest and wrapped his arm around him.
"What about your dad?"
"He thinks its just great." Goten smirked.
"If possible he was more proud of me than Gohan. But I think your father won the bet."
Their parents had an ongoing bet about when the two of them would finally have sex. Bulma was the first to lose, then Gohan, then his dad, but Vegeta (Trunks' Dad) should have won.
"Your parents are weird."
"Did your mother give you a lot of money?"
"I work for her."
"Riiiiight."
Trunks looked up at him, crawled so he was overtop him again, leaning down and smirking at him. Fingers on his cheeks. "Looks like your mother pinches your precious little cheekies."
"Like this?" he pinched Trunks' ass and smirked when his boyfriend squeaked.
"Did Vegeta pound Goja into the ground yet?"
"He's working on it."
Then the door opened and Gohan (bearing his newest child in his arms) gave them a look. "I assume the brawl outside is your fault."
Trunks turned around enough to look at Gohan and Goten sat up to give his brother that age-old innocent look. "How could it possibly be my fault?"
Gohan didn't respond, but then he had learned a long time ago that getting into any sort of argument with Goten was a generally pointless thing to do. "So, one of you pregnant yet?"
Goten looked up at Trunks and Trunks shrugged. "How do you tell, it's only been," Pause to look at the clock. "Twenty one hours." He looked at Gohan and waited for the divine answer. As if there was a divine answer.
"You'll know."
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Goten: You're really pathetic lady.
Card: Don't make me GT your ass.
Goten: I'm sorry, I'll be good.
Trunks: *pets Card*
Goja: Who the hell came up with my name?
Card: *ignores*
