Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Moon Travelers ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

(Author's Notes: Another installment of The Moon Travelers. This is the most humorous of the chapters, I believe. ^_^ One of my friends' sister does the little stunt Goten does with his Coke. I thought it was interesting enough to put it in the writing. Well, enjoy the latest chapter of The Moon Travelers! ~Cinaed)

The Moon Travelers

Chapter Six

// I would fly you to the moon and back
If you'll be if you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where
We belong
So would you be my baby
Ooh-ooh //

Trunks bolted upright and accidentally knocked his chair to the kitchen floor, his face revealing so many emotions: shock, anger, confusion, protectiveness, panic.

I stood too and placed a restraining hand on Trunks's shoulder, frowning at my students. "Angelo, Curtis, get in here right now!" The blush on Curtis's face deepened until his entire face was red.

"Yes sir," he muttered, and the two disappeared from the window, though it looked as if Angelo was being dragged by his boyfriend. I turned and looked at Trunks, smiling in reassurance.

"Don't worry. Those were the two students I told you about." When he didn't relax and only frowned, I hugged him. "I said, don't worry, Briefs."

"Don't tell them my name," was his soft, strained answer, a tense look on his face.

"All right, what should I call you?" I kept my arms around him, tilting my head to the side to peer up at him. An odd, almost rueful smile formed on his lips.

"Call me Veilchen, Veilchen Reiter."

"What the hell?" I demanded, but he was already slipping from my grasp and padding barefoot towards the front door, where Angelo and Curtis were waiting. "Tr- I mean Veilchen- go put on a shirt!"

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Chibi?" His voice called back even as he opened the door. I rolled my eyes at Angelo's whistle, and then smirked as he yelped, smacked by Curtis no likely.

The three entered the kitchen, Angelo rubbing his head and frowning. All three took a seat as I motioned them to. After I had settled into my seat, I glared sternly at Angelo and Curtis, and spoke in Italian.

"What exactly were you two doing?"

"Spying on you to see who you were sleeping with. Wasn't that obvious?" was Angelo's prompt reply before Curtis smacked him. Wincing and rubbing his head, the Italian smiled and went on. "Besides, no one's ever been to your house. It's kind of tiny, actually."

"That's true," Trunks commented, and I mock-pouted.

"Hey, I'm only a teacher. It's not like I have extra money to spend."

"Who are you, anyway?" Angelo asked Trunks, his bluntness obvious.

"Veilchen Reiter," was Trunks's prompt reply, and the two students blinked.

"That's German, isn't it?"

Trunks smiled, and said something in fluent German. Something, which I couldn't understand, of course, but Curtis smiled and replied in German, though I could detect an accent.

"Do you have any clue what they're saying?" Angelo asked me, blinking.

"No, not at all." Turning my gaze upon the two German-speakers, I added, "How about we go around the table and say what languages we speak? I speak Italian, English, and Japanese."

"I speak German, Italian, and English," Curtis responded, smiling.

"I speak English, German, Italian, Japanese, Spanish, and French," Trunks stated, causing me to blink and gawk at him for a moment. Seven years ago, all he had known was Japanese. When the hell had he learned five other languages fluently?

"I speak Italian." Angelo's comment made Trunks snicker.

"You remind me of someone," he commented, smiling at the Italian. I caught the look in his eyes and groaned.

"Shut up," I grumbled, "accidentally" kicking him beneath the table. He ignored me.

"Who do I remind you of?" Angelo inquired curiously.

"Him." A jerk of a thumb indicated me, and both of my students burst into gales of laughter.

"You mean Professor Son was actually stupid?" Curtis managed to sputter within a few minutes.

"Yeah-HEY!" Angelo shoved at his lover, who shoved him back. Within seconds the two were tussling.

"Ah, isn't love grand?" Trunks murmured to me in Japanese. I smirked and pressed my knee against his.

"Of course it is. Especially when you're immature and idiotic," I replied with a grin.

"Were we ever that immature and idiotic?"

"Well, I certainly wasn't." At his skeptical look, I growled and shoved at him.

"You're only proving my point," he commented, smiling and shoving me back. Soon we were also engaged in a scuffle, though ours involved falling out of our chairs and onto the floor.

"Do we have to remind you that you two have guests over?" I looked up, on top of Trunks for a change, and grinned at Angelo.

"Do I have to remind you that you two are both uninvited guests?" Trunks chuckled from under me.

"Get off, Chibi. We can.finish this later." The roguish twinkle in his eyes assured me that we would.

"The EXACT positions, love," I murmured to him in Japanese, and he chuckled as I climbed off him to move to sit in my seat.

"Another reason why we're here is that we were hoping you had some books on dealing with parents not reacting well," Curtis said, once Trunks and I had settled back in our chairs.

"Oh, yes, I do, actually. It's in my study. Let me go get it-" I started to rise again, but this time I winced, sore muscles complaining. Instantly, Trunks's hand was on my shoulder, and he was speaking with concern.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Just.sore." To my utter humiliation, I saw Angelo blink and then look knowingly. My entire face heated up, and I knew I was blushing. And then suddenly I was being slung over Trunks's shoulder and I was watching Angelo and Curtis as Trunks walked from the kitchen. "Hey! What are you doing?"

"Taking you to the study, of course," was his calm reply as he entered the aforementioned room. "Now, where's the book?"

"The first bookshelf on the left, third row from the bottom, third book from the door," I said automatically, staring at the door and feeling more than slightly embarrassed at being carried like a sack of potatoes. "You ought to know in advance that this is definitely not a turn-on." Trunks chuckled and didn't reply as he turned and exited the room.

Depositing me in my seat, he handed the book over the table to Curtis. The Brit opened it, and Angelo immediately peeked over his shoulder and his eyes widened.

"Wow, it's got pictures!"

"What?" I squeaked, knowing my eyes were at round as saucers. "What pictures?"

"These," Angelo informed me, yanking the book from Curtis's hands and turning it so that Trunks and I could see some of the.pictures.

"Really, Goten, I wonder about you," Trunks commented, looking very smug as I blushed hotly.

"I didn't know those were in there," I insisted, for I really hadn't, but the looks of the trio informed me that they didn't believe me. With a groan, I buried my head in my hands. "I want to go to bed."

"Need me to carry you?" was Trunks's teasing reply, and my only reply was another groan and a mumbled curse word. "Really, I know my parents weren't married when they had me, Chibi, but bastard is such a nasty word to use in that occurrence. They got married later, after all."

"Shut up," I muttered, knowing he was smirking that smirk I knew all too well. "I'm having a beer and going to bed. You can join me later once you've kicked these two out of the house." When Trunks disregarded me and asked Curtis where in England he was from, I whimpered and buried my face in my arms, attempting to ignore them.

~*~

When Curtis and Angelo left an hour later, I still hadn't lifted my face from my arms. Hearing the door close and Trunks's footsteps approach me, I still didn't move, even when a gentle hand lowered to run through my locks.

"Want me to get you that beer?" he murmured, tone soft.

"I bought some wine," I mumbled, deciding a nice glass of wine would be better than a beer. "And some American Coca-Cola that I hear is really good mixed together. Mind doing that?"

"Sure, I'll even try some myself." A few moments later, a cool glass was being pressed on the back of my neck. "Done. Open your eyes and drink up, Chibi." I sat up and blinked as the darkness was replaced by the kitchen lights. Accepting the glass that Trunks held in his hand, I took a sip, watching him taste his and smile. "It's good."

"It's very good," I agreed, enjoying the taste as I took another sip. We drank the glasses in silence, enjoying the peace and quiet. When we both had finished, Trunks took both glasses and put them in the sink. I watched him move around, his muscles rippling on his back. "Who's Veilchen Reiter?" He froze in place. "Trunks?"

"No one important. Just a name I've heard before," he finally said, but his tone was distant. I frowned. What the hell was his deal?

"Trunks, I'm not going to tell anyone anything." Even I could tell how defensive my tone was, and he turned to smile softly at me.

"I trust you. I just can't." He sighed, and looked momentarily exhausted, and much, much older. "Maybe someday, but not now."

"Fine," I said quietly, not liking his fatigue. "How about we go take a nap together?" A ghost of a smile flitted across his face.

"A short nap would be nice."

So we had a catnap. Yes, an actual doze, not foreplay for something else. Who cared if we weren't toddlers? We were both tired, and a nap was ever so enjoyable.. Of course, afterwards we got back into the positions Angelo and Curtis had interrupted us in, but we did have a nap beforehand. Really.

(To be continued..)