Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Teenage Hormone's ❯ The Date ( Chapter 5 )

Author's note: If you need a lemon by me right now I wrote a new fic called `Where's My Kitten?' there's one in there for you. Almost 89 people have viewed it but no one has reviewed, do that for me. I had it up on ff.net for like 1 day and I had 2 reviews already, but it got deleted. Oh yeah, try and guess what kind of cauce I gave them. Hint: It's not very creative.

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Trunks looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing black dress pants with a deep purple silk shirt. He looked towards the clock that hung on the far wall of his room. Goten would be arriving any minute for their date.

Trunks straightened his shirt one last time then walked out of his room. He went down the stairs and sat down on the couch. Trunks relaxed as he waited for Goten.

Bulma was sitting in the chair across the room. She wore reading glasses that rested on the bridge of her nose. Her hair was drawn up into a messy bun. Trunks watched as brought her finger to her lips, wetted them and flipped the page.

"Mom would you quit slobbering all over the newspaper it's disgusting."

Bulma looked at Trunks over her glasses. "Don't talk to me that way, your lucky I'm even letting you go on this date." She then spit on the newspaper, balled it up and threw it at Trunks. "Be home at 10:30." Bulma stood and left the living room.

Trunks grabbed the newspaper and flung it in the trash. "Sick."

The sound of the ringing doorbell then filled the house and Trunks went to answer the door. As he had expected, Goten was standing on the porch of his house, his hand still in midair from when he rang the doorbell.

"Good evening Trunks." Goten said in a very dignified voice. "Ready to be going?" He held out his hand for Trunks to grab.

Trunks raised an eyebrow. "I'm not holding your hand. And you sound silly."

Goten frowned. "I'm trying to make this a very romantic date. So grow up and hold my hand so we can cross the street to your car!"

Trunks rolled his eyes and grabbed Goten's hand. They both ignored the flash of a camera as they walked to Trunks' car. Goten was just about to crawl into the driver's seat when Trunks grabbed the back of his jacket. "There is no way you are driving Lisa."

Goten humphed and walked over to the passenger side and got in. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the window. Trunks got behind the wheel.

"So you finally picked a name for her?"

Trunks nodded. "Yep, I was driving and I decided she was definitely a Lisa." Trunks reached out and patted the dashboard. Trunks started Lisa up and pulled onto the road. Lisa's engine gently purred as Trunks pulled onto a 101st. ave. Trunks pulled into a parking lot and he and Goten got out of the car.

They walked in the door with a sign that read Chez Pierre in curling writing over it. Inside a busboy in a black tailcoat showed them to their table. Goten and Trunks sat down and accepted the menu's the busboy gave them.

They each opened their menu's, careful not to let them get to close to the candle on their table, and began reading their choices.

Goten leaned over the table. "Trunks do you know what `veau en sauce brute' is?"

"No, do you know what `poulet dans le bâillon je sauce' is?"

"No, get it anyway and I'll get the `veau' one."

Trunks closed his menu and nodded. A waiter then came to their table. "Hello, my name in Guy and I will be serving you tonight. Have you decided what you'll be having yet?"

Trunks nodded. He opened his menu again and pointed to his order. "I'll get this one." He traced his finger down the menu. "And Goten will get this one."

The waiter wrote this on his pad of paper and asked what drink they would like.

"Water." They said at the same time.

The waiter walked away and Trunks and Goten looked at each other. They were silent for a moment then Goten spoke.

"So, how did you get the leaf gunk out of you hair?"

Trunks laughed. "I had to scrub for like half an hour."

Goten reached across the table and grabbed Trunks' hands. "Trunks?"

Trunks looked Goten in the eyes. "What is it Goten?"

"Trunks, what do you think of our relationship?"

Trunks smiled. "Goten, growing up you were the best thing to ever happen to me. Now, I'm allowed to do this." He leaned across the table and kissed Goten on the lips. They held it for a moment, neither opened their mouth's, they just kissed. Trunks then pulled back. "And I'm allowed to feel love for you without being ashamed, I love you with all my heart."

Goten gave a saccharine smile. "I love you too, Trunks."

They both stayed silent for a while. They just sat examining every angle of each other's face.

Trunks smiled slyly and reached out a foot. He gently rubbed his foot up and down Goten's calf. Goten had closed his eyes and was enjoying the feeling Trunks caused by just touching his leg.

Trunks curled his foot around Goten's knee and began rubbing the back of it with his big toe. Goten closed his eyes and let out a small groan.

They were both so caught up in what they were doing they didn't realize the waiter had walked up to their table with their dinner. Guy cleared his throat and both boys snapped their heads in his direction. A light shade of pink crept onto Goten's cheeks. Trunks gave Guy an annoyed look for having interrupted their little moment.

Guy hurriedly placed the food in front of the appropriate owner, bowed and walked away in a hurry.

Trunks looked at his appetizing dinner, Goten's looked just as good. They both cut off a piece and put it in their mouth. As soon as Trunks tasted the sauce he gagged and spit it out. Trunks began scrubbing his tongue with his cloth napkin.

On the other side of the table Goten's eyes were watering as he tried to swallow. He gulped it down and grabbed his glass of water, drinking it all down. "What the hell is this?" He managed between gulps of water.

Trunks leaned over and poked the slab of meat on Goten's plate. "I think it's veal."

Goten looked disgusted as he pushed his plate away. Trunks was still very hungry and he was trying to scrape the sauce off of his chicken to try and get at least a little something.

Goten watched as Trunks dragged his knife across the piece of chicken, wipe the sauce off his knife and put another piece in his mouth only to spit it out again. Goten laughed and sat back watching as Trunks furrowed his brows in concentration and leaned in close to see his plate.

When Trunks had finally given up on his meal they gave the waiter their gift certificate and left the restaurant.

Trunks pulled Lisa's top down and started her up and they went for a drive. Trunks drove to the dock they had first confessed their feelings to one another and they relaxed, enjoying the sound of the waves breaking on the shore.

Trunks looked away from the stars and looked at Goten. He pulled Goten closer and gently licked his ear. Goten turned his head so that their lips met. Goten laid a hand on Trunks' chest. Trunks in response wrapped his arms around Goten's waist and pulled him so that he was straddling his lap. Goten was trying to swallow Trunks' tongue, when his butt hitting the car horn brought him back to Earth with an uncomfortable bump.

Goten pulled back from Trunks and slid back into his seat. "Let's go home."

Trunks sighed and nodded. He turned back onto the road and began the ride home. Trunks was lost in his thoughts and he realized that Goten had fallen asleep when he was forced to make a sharp turn and Goten's head hit the window. Trunks winced, expecting Goten to berate him; he chuckled when Goten didn't even stir.

Trunks pulled in front of his house and walked around the car. He opened up the passenger door and pulled Goten into his arms. He apologized to the car when he was forced to close the door with his foot.

Trunks walked to his front door and went in. Inside he found Bulma staring at the clock.

"Don't worry Mom, I'm on time." He sighed.

Bulma stood and walked towards Trunks. She brought her hand up to his face and pinched trunks' cheek. "If you were one minute later. . ." She let the comment hang. "Put Goten on the couch, I'll go get some blankets."

Trunks nodded and he walked aver to the couch and laid his boyfriend on it.

Goten breathed softly. The floral pattern of the couch framed his head with intertwining vines and roses. Trunks ran his finger's through Goten's soft hair, and then traced a finger from Goten's temple to his jawbone.

"You said you loved me, why won't you let me fuck you?" Said Trunks softly.

"Because, I don't want to clean anymore gutters out."

Trunks grinned. "Why are you faking to be asleep?"

Goten's eyes were still closed as he grinned. "Well this way I get to sleep over and I got to be carried out of the car."

Trunks smiled and shook his head as Bulma walked in with several blankets in her arms. He grabbed a blanket from her and laid it over Goten. He then grabbed a pillow from Bulma and lifted Goten's head and laid his head back on it.

Trunks leaned over and kissed Goten on the forehead. "Goodnight Goten."

Bulma and Trunks both rolled their eyes and sighed when Goten giggled and pulled his knees to his chest.