Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Little Warriors All Grown up ❯ Party!!! ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ, all characters and all of that fun stuff is owned by Akira Toriyama! <3



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“Hey! Come on in!” Trunks greeted as he allowed the Son family and Krillin’s into Capsule Corp. The entire guest list has arrived now and it was time for the feast and chats to begin.

“Man Trunks, you’ve grown!” Goku beamed. He hasn’t seen Trunks since he’s left with Uub.
“Good to see you too Goku,” Trunks replied, shaking Goku’s hand.

Trunks eyed Goten at the back. He noticed that Goten was sporting a new haircut. He tried to keep in the laughter that was building up. He hasn’t ever seen Goten with a normal *hair-do.* His hair is always so thick and shaggy, but for once it was nicely cut. Only thing wrong was it seemed to be going to the side like there was wind passing by.
“So why did you cut your hair so short?” Trunks asked Goten as they walked towards the central park inside Capsule Corp.
“Mum was nagging that it was too long. And since I’m now *ready for work* I should be looking more formal,”
“It looks like you were wind blown... Is that gel?” Trunks sniffed. He had to control himself; no way should he be laughing at his best friend’s silly haircuts.
“Oh ha-ha,” Goten claimed sarcastically.

Once they reached the park, Goten eyed everyone that was there. Dende, Piccolo, Ox-King, his mother and father, Gohan and Videl with Pan, Majin Buu and Hercule, Trunks’ grandparents, Bulla, Vegeta and Bulma, Yamcha with Master Roshi, Oolong, Puar, Launch, Tien and Chiaotzu, Krillin with 18, Marron and her now, fiancée, Uub and even Elder and Surpreme Kai. The whole gang was here for the first time in such a while. He beamed a classic Son grin, happy to see all his friends and family reunite for the first time since 2 years ago, Age 784. Sure, a couple have met up since them, such as birthday parties, but this was the first time they were all together again.

There was a huge buffet table full off food while a few metres away there was a huge round table for everyone to sit at. Bulma always found it annoying that everyone had to sit on different tables, so she designed a big enough table to seat them all.

“So... As usual guys! There’s food, drinks! Help yourselves!” Bulma exclaimed and she pointed everyone to the huge and glorious buffet table.
Goten grinned, racing with Trunks to the table before their Saiyan fathers took all the food.

“Are you going to drink anything Trunks?” Goten asked as they headed the drinks section.
“Been tossing it in my mind... should we? Around our parents and friends?”
“Well we know our limits...” Goten pointed out.
“Well true... okay one or two will do fine.”

Trunks took Goten’s plate and headed towards the huge circular table that everyone was seated around. He sat down so he could wait for Goten and the drinks. Everyone was laughing or chewing. Trunks looked back slightly, checking Goten from behind. Goten wore fancy black pants and a dark blue button shirt. All he needed was a jacket and he would’ve looked business-like. Trunks chuckled to himself as his eyes wondered slowly to Goten’s ass.

“So what you been up to lately Trunks?” Krillin asked, breaking his train of thoughts.
“Ah, well I’m on vacation now until my final year of college starts, so pretty much just helping mum out,” he smiled.
“Got any good girlfriends lately?” Yamcha budged in, wiggling his eyebrows. Trunks blushed furiously as Goten sat down with a couple of beers and vodka mixes.
Vegeta eyed the alcohol. He’s never seen Trunks drink before, he didn’t know his son was into that sort of thing, or was that just for Goten. Trunks tried his best to look away from the amount of drinks Goten brought along. –That’s too much you idiot!-
“Oh come on... a looker like you with cash to spend and not one single girl?”
“I guess not...” Trunks spoke quietly, looking back at Yamcha and Krillin.
“You’re just like your mother,” Krillin laughed, remembering back to when Bulma would never lower her standards to simpleton guys.
“Well, what do you expect? I only want Trunks to have the best,” Bulma beamed, swinging around her fork.
“I don’t think anyone can out-do your standards Bulma,” Yamcha retorted, feeling sympathy for all the many girls who crush on Trunks.
“What about you Goten?”

Goten felt the room slightly quieten as a few looked over to Goten with interest. They never heard much from Goten, especially when it came to girls, well, expect from what Gohan and Videl passes onto Bulma.
“What about me?” Goten asked, taking a sip from his Vodka and Raspberry.
“Oh come on, don’t play it dumb,” Krillin teased. Gohan felt sorry for Goten, he knew all too well how it felt, especially coming from Krillin. Goten just shrugged his shoulders, taking another sip.

“Well... If I’ve heard correct, Bulma told me you get quite around...” Yamcha began, grinning,
“What was it again.... oh yes... that other night was your 7th girlfriend of the year?” Yamcha teased.
A few chuckles and giggles were given, but no one expected Chi-Chi’s reaction as she blew out her drink onto the poor, unsuspecting Dende sitting across her on the huge circular shaped table.

“What!!! Your 7th!? I thought it’s always just been just one girl!?” She screeched.
“My son is turning into a player!” she screamed. Goku grabbed her arm, trying to calm her down.
“Ahh Chi-Chi! It’s okay!”
Laughs started to erupt from the table as everyone laughed. Piccolo and Vegeta were the only ones who were serious, knowing this possibly could not be true from such a boy.
Vegeta tightened as he saw Trunks down a bottle of beer. Something was up, has his son really lowered himself to drinking that garbage?
“Lighten up Vegeta,” Bulma whispered into Vegeta’s ear.
“He’s allowed to have a few drinks,” she trailed on, handing Vegeta his own beer. Vegeta raised his nose, not wanting to taste that awful bitter drink. He hated it. It was disgusting.

Laughs started becoming uncontrollable as the night went on, and not long they all got up as the lights dimmed and new green, yellow and red lights started flashing in the beats of music. By now some were tipsy from drinks, laughing uncontrollably as they tried shuffling along the dance floor.
Trunks gulped down his 10th drink, thanking Kami, well Dende that the last time he drank he made his tolerance higher, although he couldn’t say much for Goten as he flung Pan around the dance floor, laughing like he had just met Santa for the first time. Trunks tried to hide the fact that he was drunk. He didn’t want his father to see, or even Piccolo. He cursed himself mentally at the decision to drink so many drinks as he felt Vegeta’s eyes watching over him. He hated being watched. He grabbed Bulla from the table and started dancing with her next to Goten and Pan, laughing as they twirled the two little girls.
“Just let loose!” Goten shouted, a strong alcohol stench coming from his breathe. Trunks scrunched up his nose. He didn’t realise Goten was that drunk, or maybe, he was way over his head too, his senses becoming tangled.

“I’ve never seen that boy drunk before,” Vegeta stated as Piccolo and Gohan eyed Goten and Trunks. Gohan just smiled, relieved that Vegeta didn’t see what he saw a few weeks ago.
“Just let them have fun, they’re nearly adults for goodness-sake,” Gohan retorted, moving standing up, trying to find Videl in the crowd so he could take her for a dance.
“A warrior never loses concentration, even at parties, especially not with alcohol.”

Piccolo just nodded, leaving his eyes from Trunks onto Goten. Goten hasn’t been that happy for such a long time. He too has watched over the earth with Dende. After Majin Buu, he kept a close eye on the Son Family, but especially Gohan and Goten. He’s watched them grow into teenagers and men. But his interest laid in Goten. Goten was such a sweet kid, naive and happy. He didn’t want the world to hurt Goten, even though Goten could surely beat up anyone who tried. But his curiosity couldn’t be helped as he watched Goten become a man; a mature, but happy-go-lucky like his father - wait no, smarter than his father. - Goten become someone more like Gohan; brave, strong, genuine, but at the same time light and airy. He has always admired the Sons because of that, he knew many did. But he couldn’t help but feel proud as he saw Goten dance with his niece; grown up and ready to enter the adult world as his best friend and student, Gohan did. He eyed Gohan joining the dancing bodies with Videl.
“Kakarrot’s brat has changed,” Vegeta started. Piccolo stayed silent.
“It’s a good thing,” he carried on.
“Why?”
Vegeta this time stayed quiet, standing up to head back to the buffet table to get a snack. Piccolo eyed Vegeta and looked back to Goten. It was perhaps a good thing, but why?

Trunks set Bulla down as he grabbed his jacket and threw it off to the side, hearing a few wolf-whistles from Yamcha and Krillin as they drank on the side, Goku joined in laughing while holding some juice. There was to be no drinking for him, as Chi-Chi said.
He walked swiftly to Bulma, grabbing her by the wrist leading her to the dance floor as they dance to some techno beats. Bulma couldn’t help but note how much Trunks at that moment looked like Mirai Trunks from the future. He wore the same pants and shoes. It was hard not to think back to Mirai Trunks when things almost seemed like déjà vu.
“My turn!!! I want to dance with mamma!” Bulla nudged Trunks to the side. Trunks laughed, feeling flushed as he felt his world spinning. He backed up into Goten who was still twirling Pan around. Pan floated in the air and gave Trunks a warm smile. Trunks kept his eyes on Pan while his hand slowly made its way to Goten’s. Goten moved away, staring at Trunks, sending unspoken messages of anger. Even though Trunks’ mind was gone, he knew that Goten wouldn’t do such a thing in front of his friends and family, so Trunks shrugged his shoulders and headed back to Krillin, Yamcha and Goku.

The night went fast as couples and friends danced. Later on the two younger girls were put to bed and soon game out the poker tables, the shots and even louder music. Everyone enjoyed their night, but soon it was too late and it was time to say their goodbyes.

“I think Krillin’s drank too much for one night... Better take home the old man while at it,” 18 stated as she picked up Master Roshi by the arms, grabbing Krillin while at it.
“See you later everyone! Thanks for the party Bulma!” Marron waved goodbye as she and other island inhabitants left.
“We’ll be off too,” Gohan stated as Videl brought down Pan.
“I- I’m going to stay the night- *hick* is that okay?” Goten asked, smiling like a drunken mess at Gohan. Luckily Chi-Chi was on the other side of the dancing area; she would’ve flipped if she saw Goten this drunk.
“Sure little bro, take care!” Gohan waved as Goku touched Gohan’s shoulder and instant transmission everyone out.
“See you later,” Dende waved as Piccolo, Tien and others walked out the door.
All that was left was Bulma, Vegeta, Yamcha, Puar, Trunks and Goten.
“Mind if we stay the night? I don’t think it’ll be a good idea to drive home like this,” Yamcha smiled.
“Of course,” Bulma answered as she turned on the normal lights and inserted instructions into the cleaning bots.
“You can stay in that old room of yours, Goten, feel free to go to your floor; it’s been ready for a long time now.”

Trunks tried to be serious now that the lights were on and he was fully aware of the gaze from his father, he knew it was time to get back to earth. He cussed at himself mentally as he felt himself sway.
“Had a bit too much to drink I see?” Vegeta scowled.
“Oh Vegeta, leave the poor boy alone. It sure hasn’t stopped you in the past,” she swatted his shoulder.
“Dad use to get drunk? Well that’s a first,” Trunks couldn’t contain his laughter.
Goten joined in, unsure of what was funny, but he couldn’t help it. Laughter was contagious.