Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Story Of You And Me ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 4 )

It's been over a year since that first night in the shower with Goten, and it's still a little hard to believe that it ever even happened in the first place. I mean, I'm pretty sure most guys our age don't... well, interact... with each other like we do, but I suppose most guys don't have a little scar at the base of their spine either. Goten's the only one who can relate to this.

But ever since that night, something's happened between us that I can't even begin to explain - like most things that involve our friendship - and it's definitely changed things for the better, I think. We're so close now, like back when we were little kids - before Super Saiyan 3, before the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, before the Other World...

Before I forgot what it was like to be around someone who truly understands me.

It first started out with that one random time, then two others out in the forest by his house. But lately, it's become almost a regular occurrence between us after sparring, or sleeping over, or taking a shower - whenever I can sense that need in him, which is more often than you'd think. It took Goten a while before he finally worked up the courage to do the same to me in return, but I wouldn't have minded if he never did - I like that I'm able to do something for him that can make him feel that good, making him squirm under my hand the instant I start to touch him, shuddering with pleasure. I feel like he's sharing that one special part of him that nobody else gets to see but me. I know this because I share the same thing with him.

We feel so open around each other now - so relaxed - but we still don't ever bring it up in discussion. There's alot of things about us now we specifically don't bring up, but it's only because we're already aware that it's not normal behavior. We see the other guys as school, and I somehow don't think they're at home getting each other off, while me and Goten are doing exactly that behind a tree somewhere. It's just different with us, but it's only because we're more comfortable around each other than teenage boys are around their best friends. Just because we can make each other happy doesn't mean it's wrong. I mean, if other kids were able to handle the awesome responsibility of having to save their planet, then maybe they, too, could handle getting off with their best friend in the shower.

It's just a part of us now, and as long as we can keep it to ourselves, I really don't see anything wrong with what we're doing.

And it's not like we don't know it's not a permanent thing. We know someday two random girls will probably show up in our lives and come between us, taking up all our time with each other, wanting to start families and do little couple things like little couples do. I've started to wonder what my life will be like without Goten beside me for it - to share everything with and be there for him like some dumb girl could never be. The same dumb girl who will tell us when and where we can hang out, taking all of Goten's attention for herself and leaving nothing for me.

I think my extreme possessiveness towards my best friend is turning out to be one of the uglier side effects of our new situation.

But there has been positive side to us being as close as we are, though. It's the fact that we're so comfortable with each other now that has made us a hell of alot more focused with our training. We can now almost completely control the length of time we're fused together, and we've been able to remember and control alot more of Gotenks' thoughts and actions, while before, it used to be more of an auto-pilot thing. At least on my side anyway. From what Goten has told me, I think it was the same for him, too.

And with our newly acquired control with the fusion, I've finally convinced Goten to start training with my sword like I've been talking about. I figure if he masters it alone, it will be a much more of an effective weapon for Gotenks when we combine our skills. He's been working with it the last couple of times we've trained, but I'm starting to think he still has a long way to go by the looks of the latest attack he's been working on.

"Ahhh, damnit! I can't follow through without twisting my wrist! Trunks, show me how you did it again," he grunts in frustration, trying over and over again to go through with the training movements exactly how I instructed him to. His eyes are glued to the blade as he slices it through the air, if somehow listening to it for the answer.

Goten's always been more of a hands on fighter than me, even if I have had a six year head start on him in the weapons department - I just feel more natural fighting with something in my hand. My father says it's in my royal bloodline to be drawn to the sword, since apparently most of the warriors in my family have been proficient with the same. At first, I didn't think my dad liked me using it at all, but now I can tell that he is impressed with the level of which I've mastered it, even if he never says anything about it.

Goten, on the other hand, has a different connection to his heritage, as given specially to him by his father. One of the things that Goku has carefully trained his youngest son with the is the power to draw his energy from the Earth, from his emotions, and like his older brother, has found an incredible power hidden deep within him that only Dende-knows-what can bring out. I somehow doubt I'll ever see Goten tweak out to that extreme in my lifetime, pushing past his current limits and becoming an Ascended Saiyan on his own, but then again, it was his ki that fueled the strength for Super Saiyan 3, not mine.

It makes me wonder if he knows that or not?

I focus my attention back to our training, now having gone on for most of the afternoon, and completely sucked the energy from the both of us. It's quitting time! We both flop back into the thick grass to relax a bit before we get going, looking up at the sky that now shows the early signs of sunset by the color of the clouds. A perfect breeze from over the field blows over our sweat soaked bodies, cooling us off from an overheated-kind-of-day.

Folding my arms behind my head, I close my eyes, knowing all too soon I'll have to be heading back to the city to make it in time for dinner. I'd spend all day out here if I could - I love it out in the open like this, and I try to absorb every last moment of it I can. But I know I'd better get a move on if I'm going to make it home before my mom kills me for being late again.

Just as I make the subtlest attempt to stand, Goten stops me by reaching his hand over to me and sliding his finger under the waistband of my pants, slowly starting to untie them as he proceeds. I smile at his offer and let him continue - he knows it's just what I wanted before we have to call it a day. Without anymore hesitation, he pulls down the front of my pants and grabs a firm hold, squeezing tight and smoothly massaging me with a delightful amount force - more so than he normally gives me. My hips raise slightly into his grip, silently asking him for more, and he quickly responds to the request. He can sense exactly what I want, especially since we've done this so many times before. It's the perfect way to end the day.

I arch my back and lose myself in the warm feeling rushing beneath his hand. Grabbing fistfuls of thick grass. Biting my bottom lip.

My breathing becomes labored. My muscles tense.

He knows I'm close.

I keep my eyes closed, but I can sense he's now propped up on his elbow to give me more attention and speed to finish, pumping his hand harder and faster around me until a hot, thick fluid runs over his knuckles and onto my stomach. Something resembling a faint groan escapes my throat as he continues to empty me of my pleasure, and I open my eyes just in time to see him smiling at the effect he's caused. I return the expression, since it really isn't too often we get to look each other in the eye as we're coming, and besides, I think I like it better this way - seeing his reaction, giving or receiving.

After a couple of minutes to recover and clean up, he helps me get to my feet and we start to walk back to his house. Flying would be easier, but sometimes I want to stretch out the time I have with Goten as much as I can. The walk is my idea.

The second we reach the foot of his back yard, we can already smell the food being cooked from inside filling the air, making my own stomach rumble with hunger - I can hear Goten's from where I stand. You know, I may get gourmet chefs at my every disposal at Capsule Corporation any time I want, but Goten still gets a home cooked meal from Chi Chi every night of the week. I wish I could say I was as lucky. Now I'm starting to wish I could stay the night like Goten offered earlier, but my mom will already be expecting me home within the next ten minutes, not that I'm going to make it anyway...

"That sure smells good, whatever it is your mom is making for dinner," I sniff, as we walk in long strides up to his tiny house nestled near the edge of the forest.

"So... you wanna hang out tomorrow?"

Does he even have to ask?

"Come by around twelve. I've got to watch my sister tomorrow afternoon, but it's all us after that. Cool?" I tell him, already thinking of the million things we can do on our day off of our training schedule. "I'll see if I can get some zeni off my mom and we'll do something fun."

He continues heading forward, twisting back around to give me a thumbs up. "Deal! Meet you at noon." We're so casual with each other for two boys who just did what we did. I mean, fuck - even my stomach is still a little sticky from what just happened only minutes ago.

I turn around myself to begin the long flight home, when something I planned on doing just dawns on me. "Chibi, wait..." I run up to him and unclasp the strap for my sword from around my chest. Confused, Goten walks towards me and stops short once I hold out my most prized possession.

"Trunks... wh- why are you giving me this?" he questions, talking it idly from the hands that are almost reluctant to give it over to anyone else. He knows he is the only other person to ever even hold it, much less take care of it.

"First off, I'm not giving it to you," I laugh. "And second, I just want you to keep it for a while... you know, to practice." For a second, I'm nervous to let it leave my sight, but any concerns I initially had are immediately dashed once I see the respect Goten displays towards the sword, holding it tightly in his hands, carefully unsheathing it like he's never held it before. I know he will guard it with his life, and because he knows this is such a rare occurrence, I know he will genuinely practice with it until he has it mastered, even if it means that he'll never put it down. "Take care of her - it's not like I can just go and get another, you know."

A simple reply for the most serious moments between us - he knows how important this is for me. For us. "I know."

I give a light squeeze to his shoulder, and without anything else spoken, I lift off and head home. But even as I fly through the air at full speed, racing the sun over the mountains, I wish I could look over to see him flying along with of me. Joining me for dinner. Laughing together in my bedroom until we fall asleep. Curled up to my side until he wakes up.

If given the chance, I would never be far from him again.