Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Teenage Hormone's ❯ Front Page News ( Chapter 4 )

Authors Note: Hello everyone, I'm back. One of my reviewrs wants a lemon, well there isn't one in this chapter or the next but, maybe if enough people ask me, I'll write one. Also I was wondering if anyone could tell me what programs they use for drawing? I just got a scanner but I don't know what program to use to clean up my drwaings. I heard a lot of people use photoshop but doesn't that cost like 500 bucks or something? I would like to use that, I've used it at school but I'm not a good enough artist to spend a lot of money on a computer program, and I'm a cheapo. I bought photoshop elements but I'm not allowed to open it until I'm sure that is what I wanted. If anyone could please help me on this I will love you forever.

Disclaimer: I don't own DragonBall Z

Bra giggled wildly and pulled on Trunks' hair to make him turn. Bra was sitting on Trunks shoulders and was treating him like a horse. Trunks turned down the toy aisle he was directed and found Pan and Goten looking at dolls. Pan was trying to take the doll out of the package and Goten was trying to stop her, and was losing badly.

"No Pan!"

Pan pushed Goten back, turned and made a break for it. Trunks grabbed the back of her overalls and picked her up. Trunks held her out at arms length as she kicked wildly at him.

"Goten, can we go yet?" He said tiredly.

"Sure." Trunks set Pan on the ground, put the doll back and held Pan's hand so she couldn't get away. Goten then grabbed Trunks' other hand and they left the toy store and got in Trunks' car.

When they got on the road, Goten turned around and looked at the girls. "So, where do you two want to go now?"

The girls had been allowed to not use a car seat and were sitting on opposite sides of the backseat of the car. Pan had crossed her arms and wouldn't look at Goten.

"Well I guess Bra gets to pick then, because Pan won't speak to me. Where to Bra?"

Bra's blue eyes lit up with excitement as she decided where she wanted to go. "I want to go to the river!"

Goten smiled and turned around. "Sounds good, Bra."

Trunks turned off of the main road and came to a parking lot for the river. Trunks and Goten stepped out and Bra and Pan, who was happy with Bra's decision, stumbled after them. The park was a large field with many trees scattered in various locations. It was very empty and the soft sound of wind rustling the trees and the sound of the river gushing water nearby could be heard. Bra and Pan ran around after a squirrel and left Goten and Trunks to themselves.

Goten hooked his arm inside Trunks' and pulled himself close to him. Trunks looked down to the side at Goten. It was hard for him to believe that his best friend was the one he got to show his affections towards. Trunks could feel Goten's lopsided haircut rub on his arm. It made him want to run his fingers through the black hair. Goten had inherited his fathers personality and, before he had cut it, his hair. But Goten had taken after his mother. His soft features only made Trunks want to cup Goten's gentle face in his hands. Goten was a couple inches shorter then Trunks'. Trunks wanted to hold Goten close and rest his chin on Goten's head. Trunks could feel Goten's body on his arm. Trunks wanted to, no, needed to, run his hands over his body and make Goten feel things he had never before felt.

Trunks sighed. He couldn't though. If they were ever caught, or their mothers ever got wind of a physical relationship, they would surely be dead.

They walked to the edge of the river and watched as Bra and Pan stood in the shallows. Trunks would call them back every time they wandered to deep. Goten finally told them to come back and they walked to the car. Goten sat in his seat and looked at the clock. Bulma got off work at 5:00 and would be done work in 1 1/2 hours. He turned on the radio and listened to the D.J. advertise a festival happening in Satan City at 4:00 in Satan City Park. Trunks suggested they go there and they stopped for ice cream on the way.

Trunks found a parking spot, about 3 blocks from the park, and they walked the rest of the way. The sidewalks were crowded with people out for the afternoon with their children. They stopped at the entrance, got tickets and entered a couple of draws. Trunks and Goten managed to get to the front of a large stage with out losing Bra or Pan. They noticed everybody seemed to be watching the stage expectantly so they did the same. Just as they sat on the grass a very old woman came on stage. She had curly blonde hair and coke-bottle glasses. She tapped on the mike and began speaking.

"Hello! My name is Sue and welcome to Satan City Annual Welcome the Summer Day! Or as some people call it, Goodbye to School Day. Now as I'm sure you all know, before we begin the fun we award the prizes. I will draw names and I ask the prize winners to come up on stage as your name is drawn." The lady smiled and looked at the large crowd in front of her. "Okay then, Josh can you bring out the first draw bucket."

A little pudgy man, maybe 30-35, came out from backstage wheeling a table with a draw bucket on it.

"Alright, this draw is for the gift certificates to various stores in the city. And the winner is . . ." She reached her hand in the bucket and pulled out a white piece of paper. "Neil and Darla Wold! Will you please come up here Neil and Darla!" Two people stood up from the middle row and walked up to the stage. They collected their prizes, Sue asked them a couple questions and then they went and sat back down. Sue seemed to be very excited by all of the fun; she was bouncing up and down with enthusiasm that increased every prize she announced. As Ken and Nicole Spratt walked off the stage with the keys to a new car they had won, Josh wheeled out the last draw bucket.

"Alright ladies and gentleman, this is the last draw! It's for a dinner at Chez Pierre for two. A nice prize for a couple, new or old." She pulled out a piece of paper. "Wow, this person has very messy writing! And the winner is . . . Goten Son and Trunks Briefs! Wow, it seems the young Briefs child is here! Come on up!"

Trunks looked at Goten with surprise. "I didn't know you entered us."

"I didn't" Goten then looked down at Pan who was giggling behind her hand.

"Sorry Uncle Goten, but it was mine and Bra's way of saying thank you for the ice cream. I bought the ticket with the money Daddy gave me."

Goten was about to say something else but the old lady on the stage interrupted him. "Excuse me, could Trunks Briefs and Goten Son please come up here, you've won!"

Trunks sighed, stood up and grabbed Bra's hand and began walking to the stairs of the stage. Goten grabbed Pan and followed suit.

The lady looked a little shocked as two young men walked on stage, each with a little girl on hand. But she quickly shook it off. "Here you go, boys!" She handed Trunks two gift certificates. "So, are you going to give the gift certificates to your parents, or does one of you want to let the other take out his girlfriend?"

Trunks raised an eyebrow. "No, they're for us." He then pulled Goten into a long heavy kiss. Bra and Pan watched in wonder as their brother and uncle made out in front of them, thousands of people, and several news cameras.

Sue looked a little stunned as Trunks walked off the stage with Goten clasped to his side and the two girls chasing after them.

Trunks brought every one to the car and they pile in. Goten looked a little dazed so he drove Pan home quietly. He then drove Goten home, and went back to his own house. It was dark out as he pulled in his driveway at 8:00. He pulled a sleeping Bra from the back seat and want inside.

Trunks found it kind of odd that all the lights were off, but he went and put Bra to bed and then went to his own room. He opened the door and flicked on the lights. Trunks grabbed his heart and gasped as he revealed a very angry Bulma sitting on his bed.

"I see you've decided to come home, Trunks."

"Hi Mom, well I dropped Pan and Goten off, that's what took me so long."

Bulma frowned. "You made the news today, son."

Trunks furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you talking about."

"I'm sure you know." Bulma stood up and walked out of his room, leaving behind a very confused Trunks.

"Am I in trouble?" He called after her.

"We'll see." Bulma closed her bedroom door, down the hall.

Trunks scratched his head and then got ready for bed. He went to sleep wondering what his mother had meant.

The next morning Trunks got ready for the day and went down the stairs. He said good morning to a tired Bra and a cranky Vegeta like he did every morning. Trunks then poured himself a cup of coffee, walked to the door of his house, opened it and revealed the newspaper. As he unrolled it he spit his coffee all over the paper.

There, in big bold letters read:

CAPSULE CORPORATIONS' FUTURE PRESIDENT IS GAY

Trunks wiped his mouth off with his sleeve and looked underneath the headline. There was a picture of him kissing Goten on the stage and Pan and Bra dancing around them and the Sue woman looking shocked. Glancing at the article, he found that they had been able to find out that the mystery man was in fact, Goten. Trunks groaned as he heard the girl across the street shriek and break into sobs. He groaned again as he heard a male voice scream with happiness from next door. He walked inside with his now soaking wet newspaper and went to the kitchen.

Bulma was now sitting at the table. She looked at the coffee soaked newspaper in his hands. "I guess it's in the newspaper now."

Trunks frowned at her. "How could you not tell me!"

"Why? Are you embarrassed?"

Trunks froze for a moment. "Well, I don't know. I would have preferred to tell the world on my own terms!"

Trunks walked back to the front door when he heard the doorbell ring. Just as he was about to turn the handle he was stopped by a voice.

"NOOO!" Goten tackled Trunks to the floor and sat on top of him.

"Goten! How did you get in here?"

"I came in through the back." Said Goten hurriedly. "Don't go outside. I was almost attacked by reporters when I left my house and there is a big gang of them outside that door. I guess we were on the 6:00 o'clock news last night too."

Trunks suddenly noticed the position he and Goten was in. He reached up and pulled Goten into a kiss, holding him close. Trunks looked towards the window as he heard a flash and growled. They were getting more pictures! Trunks grabbed a stunned Goten, who had brought a hand up to his lips and was gently touching them, and dragged him upstairs to his room.

Trunks threw Goten on the bed and climbed on top of him.

"I want you, now." He murmured in a husky voice. Trunks undid the buttons on Goten's shirt and trailed his tongue down his chest. Trunks gently began to suck on a nipple.

Goten breathed heavily and intertwined his fingers in Trunks hair.

Bulma, who had been distracted from making breakfast by thumps on the stairs, went upstairs to see what had happened. She came to Trunks' room and opened the door. There she found her son holding down his best friend as he licked him.

Bulma saw red. "Trunks, get the fuck off of him right now! Get your asses downstairs right now!"

Both boys snapped out of their lust and looked at her with fear in their eyes.

Vegeta let out a small gruff laugh as he heard screams coming from Trunks' room and then footsteps down the stairs. Vegeta heard his name being called so he went to the living room, where he was being called from. Trunks and Goten were sitting on opposite sides of the couch and Bulma was pacing the floor.

Bulma looked at him as he walked in. "Vegeta, I want you to get those reporters off of my lawn right now."

Vegeta gave a scared look at Bulma and then an as sympathetic look as Vegeta could give with out acting like he cared, towards the boys. Bulma was beyond angry and he ran out the door, he didn't want to be around when Bulma started screaming again.

When Bulma heard screams coming from outside and maniacal laughter from Vegeta, she then turned to Goten and Trunks. "You two are in a lot of trouble. And I have already thought of a punishment. You are going to clean out the gutters of the house." She glared at the looks on their faces. "Don't think it will be so easy. You are not allowed to raise your powers above mine. Vegeta will make sure you don't. Then maybe you'll learn how difficult it is for me to raise this family and how much more difficult it is when you still break my rules!"

"But Mom, we weren't doing anything!"

Trunks looked down when Bulma glared at him. "Don't give me that! I know what I saw. Now I don't hear anymore screams so you can go get the ladder out of the shed and start cleaning right now!"

"Can we at least fly onto the roof?" Asked Goten.

"No! You have to do it like I would!"

The boys groaned and walked out the door.

Outside they walked to the shed and got the ladder out. Trunks could have sworn he could smell blood.

As Trunks and Goten got up on the roof, Vegeta talked with Bulma for a moment then went inside. Trunks watched as a minute later he came out with his swimsuit on and Bra in her swimsuit also. Vegeta helped Bra put sun tan lotion on and then lay down on his lawn chair.

Trunks grumbled to himself as he watched Bra sit on her daddy and pour a whole bottle of sun tan lotion on his back. Trunks deepened his frown as he heard his little sister laughing happily, while he and the boyfriend he was barely allowed to touch, had to clean out mouldy leaves from the rain gutter in the hot sun. He looked down at the ground again and saw his sister and father now relaxing on lawn chairs eating sandwiches Bulma had brought them.

"Just quit looking Trunks."

"It's hard." Trunks tossed another handful of leaves that dropped into the bucket with a sickening `plop'. "Goten?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you, well . . . did you like . . . what I did to you earlier?"

Goten turned a bright shade of pink. "To tell you the truth, I liked it, a lot."

A light shade of pink colored Trunks' cheeks. He and Goten continued scooping and dumping the leaves.

Goten was the next to break the silence "So what do you think we should do with the tickets to the restaurant?"

"Well if we're not grounded, do you want to go out tonight?"

Goten smiled. "It's a date."