Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nevermind ❯ Home Again ( Chapter 8 )

[ 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!

Innocence is Futile.

NEVERMIND
By Raven Pan

VIII - Home Again
Sunday, March 21

"You have everything, Goten?" I called to you, tossing my pain killers into your away bag. Finally, after four weeks, we can leave this place.

I hoped never to have to darken the hospital doorstep again, Chibi.

"Yep, everything but the kitchen sink!" you called back gleefully to me.

"Baka, there's no kitchen sink in a hospital room," I tossed a package of gauze at you.

The grin I got for my trouble, as the package bounced off your nose, was like sunshine. "C'mon, let's just get outta here, okay Trunks?"

"Sounds like a plan, lemme just pay your bill," I shot back, heading to do just that.

"Home sweet ho- KAMI Trunks, what the hell is that SMELL!" You got the honours of letting us into the house, while I carried your things.

"Four week old chicken and rice, I think," I said, carefully breathing through my mouth. That didn't help much, though, considering it was almost tangeable enough a smell to taste.

"NASTY!" You said, your shirt brought up over your nose and mouth as we entered.

"I'll take care of it, Chibi," I told you, stepping in and dropping your bag on the floor while I went to the kitchen.

Ugh, I never thought anything could smell that bad. I found the offending casserole dish, and picked it up carefully. I think maybe it'd turned into toxic waste. I think if I touched it I'd become some sort of freak of nature.

I smirked, okay... so I already was. But still....

While you set about opening all the windows, and turning on the fan; I brought it out onto the back deck, and uncerimoniously blasted it to non-existance, incinerating it to nothing but ash.

"I hope that ash doesn't cause an environmental catastrophe," I heard you say from behind me.

"We ARE an environmental catastrophe, Chibi. Now shut up and get back inside."

"Yes sir, oh Princely-highness-man-sir-thing," You bowed mockingly and headed back inside.

I half growled, then shook my head. A promise is a promise, I thought to myself as I followed you inside.

We sat in the living room, you sprawled across the couch, and me sitting on the floor by it - watching some random movie you picked out. We weren't really watching it, though - we were just hanging out. I told you how worried you'd made me - but I never told you how frightened I was.

How you very nearly had died.

"So, Trunks... whatcha wanna do tomorrow?"

"Well, technically, since tomorrow's Monday - I should probably show up at work."

"But-"

"I've been out for a month, Chibi. Any longer and they might fire me."

"They can't fire you, Trunks - you're the boss!"

"They can mutiny though," I chuckled, tilting my head back to look at you, lounging on that couch like you were the prince, and I your court.

"I want you to stay home and play games with me."

"I can't."

"Please?"

"No," I shook my head and closed my eyes against that wounded puppy look you had on your face.

"But Trunks! I just got out of the hospital!" You whined.

"So rest in bed, or play with your squadron of guineapigs."

You tugged on my hair, "But I wanna play with you!"

"Tough luck." I returned my gaze to the television screen where somebody was blowing something or other to smitherines. "That's not even a decent explosion."

"Fine, ignore me."

"I'm not ignoring you. I'm going to work in the morning, and that's the end of it."

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Yeah. Fine." I could hear the pout in your voice.

"Goten, we're grown up now - there's such a thing called responsibility."

"I know, but can't you take off just one more day? For old times sake? Please?"

I growled, and you grinned.

You grinned... because you knew you'd won.

"But tuesday I'm going in."

Your grin got wider, "We'll see about that." You jumped off the couch, and used my head as leverage. "Tag, you're it!" You shouted, before bolting out the door.

Without shoes.

Or socks.

Or a jacket.

I sighed and jumped up, chasing after you... leaving all those behind as well.

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