Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nevermind ❯ Spiral ( Chapter 10 )

[ 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!

NEVERMIND
By Raven Pan

X - Spiral
Wednesday, March 24

"Impressive... finally putting that college diploma to use, huh?" I started pulling out some tupperwares our mothers sent us. I swear, we're in our late thirties, you'd think they'd realise we can cook for ourselves now.

Not that I'm complaining... I like being able to just pull out a tub and heat it up. Saves cooking time... saves me worse headaches.

Damn thing still won't go away.

"You paid for the loans," you shot back. "I should use it."

I stuck out my tongue at you, and got the expected response, "Don't stick it out unless you plan on using it," you smirked.

Canned comeback. "Is that an invitation?"

You smirked and worked some more at loosening that tie. "I dunno."

I just rolled my eyes and started putting the tupperwares into our multiple microwaves. Hey, we're demi saiyajins... by the time we got everything cooked for a meal, half of it would have gone cold again if we used just one! "Suuure."

You sauntered over, and I bit back a chuckle. I watched as you unbuttoned the top one of your dress shirt. "You know, now I know what you feel like when you come home at night with this stuff on. MAN it's uncomfortable!" Ding ding ding! I told you! I was willing to bet you hadn't had that stuff on more than just an hour, either.

"Yep, they say being a business man makes you all respectable... it just means you're a slave with a noose around your neck." I smirked in stead, and set the times on the microwaves.

Damn... should I have been able to feel the food cooking?

"I think I'm going to invest in those clip on ones then... so they don't choke me."

Clip on tie? How tacky! Hey... I'm my mother's son, after all. "Just make sure you get a good one then - otherwise it'll be obvious."

"How do I know a GOOD one?"

I smirked. "Try it on and ask a girl if you tied it right," I laughed.

And you laughed... good. "Ok, I'll just get used to these, I guess."

I'd give you two weeks tops. "You do that.. now I'm gonna take a nap, when the food's done, just leave some for me, okay?" My head was pounding, like I could feel each little wave that was cooking our meal.

"Nap? Before dinner?" you narrowed your eyes.

Damnit, I could take care of my self. It's just a fucking headache, damnit! "I'm TIRED! okay?" I found myself shouting at you.

"OK!" your hands came up a bit in surrender as you backed up a step. Good, I wasn't in the mood for another argument anyhow.

I was in the mood for some serious medication. I half growled as I pushed past you to our room... by way of the medicine cabinet. I heard you take a few steps to follow me, and was about ready to throw a blast at you, when you stopped.

Good, I wasn't in the mood for your questions again. I opened up the cabinet... and found the bottle of advil I bought yesterday.

Nothing but the fluff. "DAMNIT! Goten, where's that new advil I bought?!" I wondered if you used it... I couldn't have taken it all! "I swear I bought a new one yesterday."

"You already finished it..." you said softly - I guess you knew my head was hurting pretty bad. "I can go get you a new bottle, if you want..." you offered.

At that point, you could have offered to drop hot coals on my back, and I'd have accepted... at least it'd get my mind off the headache. "Please do," I guess I surprised you as much as myself. I never gave in to let people do things for me. In stead of recanting, I groaned. "I'll take some when I get up," I grumbled at you, shuffling to the couch.

I could hear your worried sigh. "Listen for the food," you told me. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Sure." Not like it's on the stove. The wonder of microwaves, you don't have to pay attention to them. That was the last thing I thought before I collapsed onto the couch. I curled up under the afghan, not bothering to get out of my suit, and fell asleep.

I woke up to find you sitting on the couch beside me, gently pushing your hand through my hair. "Trunks... wake up, it's time to go to bed."

I think I might have slapped you, if I didn't know why you were doing this. I settled for a groan.

"I got you that extra-strength advil... a couple of hours ago. The food's all cold, but if you want I'll heat some up for you?"

"I'll eat in the morning."

You started rubbing my back a bit. "But Trunks... you didn't eat anything when you came home...."

"I'm not hungry right now," I pulled away a bit and sat up groggily. "Where's the damn medicine?"

"Right here," You held out your palm, and in it were the pills I wanted so badly. I don't know why I took them, they barely took the edge off the pain.

But I guessed taking the edge off was better than nothing. I took them, swallowing down the water you brought to me.

I even let you help me out of my, now wrinkled, suit - and into a pair of boxers to sleep in. You practically carried me to our bed to tuck me in, and I know I must have fallen asleep before the light went out.

The last thing I heard, was your worried sigh. "Trunks...."

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