Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nevermind ❯ Bad Day ( Chapter 3 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Shonen ai. I don't own them, I just do mean things to them. I realise these chapters may seem short (barely three pages) but it's easier for me to seperate into scenes that way. I hope you still enjoy the stuff I put these boys through! Oh, and before you say I'm making Goten sound girly... I'm kinda patterning him a bit after my Mate, and he cries more than *I* (female) do! So I guess I just picture Goten as being a more emotional male, similar to my mate. Er... yeah... so kinda art imitating reality when I write. I didn't mean to talk so much - on with the fic!

NEVERMIND
By Raven Pan

III - Bad Day
Monday, February 16

I felt as though my back was going to fall off by the time I took to the air that night. It was Monday, and the day after that fight I'd had with Goten.... It wasn't the first... and wasn't going to be the last - somehow I knew that.

I used to always keep a suit at the office, in case I didn't have time to go home before heading to work. Sometimes I hated my job... sometimes I loved it. Isn't that always the way?

I touched down outside our small home. Sure, we could have had something much more ostentatious, but really, when it came right down to the line, we didn't want anything overtly rich. Something simple... so we'd rely more on each other, and not have rooms upon rooms upon rooms seperating us.

A simple capsule home. Two bedrooms, one bath. A living-area that shared onto the Dining area, which really was only an enlarged entryway. We had a kitchen, though it was small, even if we'd been human - and the basement had been converted to office space, though it only was half the basement we could use.

I found myself chuckling at thought of the the dozen guineapigs Goten had aquired, a month earlier, as I put the key in the lock and opened the door. I shut it, listening to try and figure out where Goten was... the sound of all the guineapigs squealing gave him away.

I placed my briefcase down by the door, and kicked off my shoes, before heading downstairs to where he was. "Goten...." I wasn't sure what to say. We hadn't spoken since I ordered you home in the rain.

You didn't look all that great as you turned your face in my direction. Your eyes seemed a bit redrimmed, a bit baggy. Your nose looked red as well, and I could tell it had been running away with you, judging by the overflowing wastebasket of tissues. "Hey, Trunks."

As I knelt down by you, you put Atilla back into her cage. Why on earth you decided to call her that, I'll never know. "You don't look so good, why don't you go to bed, we'll order takeout or something."

You shook your head and stood, going for the stairs up to the main level. "No thanks, not hungry," you said without looking at me.

I couldn't help but stare in shock as you left without a word. I heard the stubborn door on our bedroom push shut and sighed. Standing, I looked at the ploethera of guineapigs you'd aquired. "So, how do I fix this?" I asked them... of course they didn't answer.

You should eat... even if you say you're not hungry, I thought, as I brought a bowl of some bland chicken-and-rice to the door of our bedroom. That always sat well with you, even when you got the flu a few years back. I knocked on the door, then came in.

"Go away."

"Goten, you have to eat something."

"What are you... my mother?" the tone of your voice hurts.

I sit down on the side of our bed, setting the bowl of food on the nightstand before running my fingers through your hair in a comforting manner. Then, I feel something I hoped never to again. "Goten... how long have you been running this fever?"

"Don't know, don't care," you muttered as you turned your back to me.

I grabbed the thermometre from the drawer it slept in our nightstand, and popped it in your mouth. You glared at me, but obediently let it stay until it beeps it's time up. I took it and glared at the reading. "Chibi...."

"What," your voice sounds weary now.

"You're running a pretty bad fever."

"So, what do you care?!" You shouted, sitting up and turning to look at me. "You didn't bother calling at all today, you slept at your stupid office last night, and now you're pretending you care?!"

I couldn't help but blink in shock. "I... thought you wanted some space."

"If I wanted that kind of space, I'd have gone back to my parent's house!" you jumped up from the bed than your stance wavered and you sunk to your knees.

I was there in a moment, my arms around you as you shuddered in chills. "Shh, just get back in bed, eat the food, and get some sleep."

"Dun wanna."

"Do you want me to call Dr. Shimoyama?"

"No...."

"Then do as I say."

You looked so innocent lying there, asleep as the starlight fell across our bed. I glanced at the half eaten food and resign myself to bringing it to the kitchen for you to pick at later. Do you have any idea how worried you keep me? I wondered to myself.

"Maybe I'll stay home tomorrow," I thought aloud as I made my way back to our bedroom. I stepped in and closed the door, stripping down to my boxers before I slipped in beside you. It was a comfort when you turned and snuggled into me... at least when you're asleep you still trust me.

I woke to find you shivering next to me. Your skin was hot against mine, and you had the covers all tucked in tightly over you, while my leg was sticking out in response to the heat. "Turn up the furnace," You mumbled.

"It's practically a sauna in here, Chibi... you sure you're okay?"

"'S just a cold, Trunks... go turn up the heat."

Despite the fact that were anyone to walk in, they'd be met with a wall of hot, I did as you asked, also bringing a few more blankets to cover you. "Maybe I should take you to-"

"No. It's just a bad cold. That's all."

"If it was just a bad cold, the medicine you took earlier would have lasted through the night," I couldn't help but point out. It worried me that you had gotten such a bad cold... your immune system's not what it used to be. And it's my fault you even caught that, I realised.

"I'll be fine, Trunks... go back to sleep," you yawned and closed your eyes, snuggling under the covers and up to me as soon as I got into bed. I put an arm around your shoulders and listened to your rumbling breath.

"I'm still calling Dr. Shimoyama in the morning... just in case." You didn't answer, already asleep... and for that I was glad. It meant you were getting some much needed rest.

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