Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Why Us? :The CampOut ❯ Fighting ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own Dragon Ball Z, or any of it's characters. Jen and Christine are based on the author of this FanFic and her best friend.

"TRUNKS! I'm hungry, and thirsty, and my feet hurt and why do we have to keep our Ki down? Can't we fly?" Goten complained noisily, trudging along behind his friend, but steadily slowing his pace, a sour look on his face, not really seeing the point of all of this. He wanted to go back to camp and have lunch, just imagining everyone already mowing down on food. Heck, he'd even help to clean up afterward if it meant he didn't have to walk any further. They had been moving for the last hour and a half, sneakily stalking through the forest after being sent off by Goku and Vegeta to meet up with everyone. Trunks said it was too boring and had opted that they go exploring. Now, Goten's form of exploring was picking a spot and searching everywhere for bugs, nice rocks, animals. That sort of thing. Trunks had larger scales of explorations on his mind. Trunks rolled his eyes and turned around, fists on his hips, frowning.

"Goten! Stop complaining! You can just go back if you don't wanna explore with me, I don't care!" he snapped at his friend. If he had known that he would complain this much we never would have asked him to come along! He had wanted fun instead of being always looked after by the parental group. They always seemed to look at them like they were kids. It didn't matter if they were, but still, even his Dad was starting to be weird. Sure, it was nice to get attention from him, but he had been over protective today, making sure he didn't play close to a steep drop. It was almost sickening.

"But I live here Trunks! I've already gone everywhere in these woods. It's booooringgggg," Goten whined even more, stopping and stamping his foot sharply on the ground, as if to say that this was as far as he was going. Trunks sighed and shook his head slowly. Goten was becoming such a wimp! He never did anything without ChiChi's permission and always wanted to stick close to the teens like Gohan and Christine. Trunks liked independence! And he got that at home, true, but he also still needed a play mate. Goten was the closest thing available.

"Where's your sense of adventure?!" Trunks cried, throwing his hands up in the air and staring at him incredulously.

"Back at camp with all the food," the younger of the two muttered, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. Trunks growled. Oh he was getting on his nerves. Goten simply looked bored and kicked at a twig with his foot, pouting his lips and keeping his eyes downcast.

"Don't be such a baby! Go back to your mommy if you're going to pout and whine the whole time, I don't need you crying, diaper boy!"

"DIAPER BOY?! You… You… big butt head!" Goten stammered, clenching his hands into fists at the insult and gritting his teeth. "I am not a baby!" He stood up as tall as he could, chin up in the air and trying to seem as grown up as he possible could, but he simply achieved a huffy child look, ready to throw a tantrum.

Trunks laughed in his face and stuck out his tongue, pulling down the lid of one eye and making a loud "NAHHH!" sound in a comical way. "HA! `Course you are! Goten the baby! Want your bottle Goten? Want me to get mommy to change you diaper?!" he laughed hysterically until Goten rushed forward and pushed him by the shoulders, hard, sending the Brief's child to the floor, kicking up leaves as he slid. Trunks went red with anger, growling dangerously as he stumbled to his feet, and clenched his fists.

"What's wrong Trunks? Did I hurt you? OH, or is it just reminding you of how my Dad beat your Dad so many times! HAHAHAHA!" Goten laughed, pointing at his shocked friend. Trunks stared. No…he didn't just say that. Trunks cried out with rage and ran forward, plowing the smaller boy over and madly began to fight, kicking, punching, biting, anything to defend his father. Goten grunted but fought back and soon the boys were rolling on the ground, aiming to severely injure one another with any means possible. Cries of pain, shouts of half heard insults, grunts of exertion, fist or leg hitting against blocking arms or legs, the ground being dug up with their scuffling movements. This was not a normal scene.

Goten was nearly in tears, upset to be fighting against his own friend, feeling pain from cuts and bruises all over him, his training suit dirty and torn, but Trunks's face was worse by far. He was desperate, nearly sobbing with anger as they now weakly struggled against one another. Friends shouldn't fight, they knew it, they wanted to stop this, but couldn't give in: all for the sake of their father's. Sweating and panting, they split apart, faces and bodies grimy with small traces of blood, dirt, perspiration. It wasn't a real fight though, true, but it hurt them more mentally and emotionally, confused as to why they fought and even more so as to why they kept it up. Sobbing softly, Goten dragged an arm under his nose, blood staining his sleeve from the simple movement. Trunks did so as well, rubbing at his eyes, shoulders shaking with small sniffs.

The final movement came then, as both boys thought they would simply rush forward and tackle one another to the ground in a winning movement. But they collided, sending themselves into a tumbling ball, straight down a slow decline behind Trunks. It became steeper as the cried out in fear, while rolling faster and faster. Then, weightlessness. Just air and both boys opened their eyes, just to see nothing but tall trees beneath them. Too shocked to even remember flight, they screamed as gravity took hold, pulling them down as they hung for a second off the edge of the cliff they had rolled from. Sharp and thick branches rose up, scratching them, buffeting the small forms against harsh bark and each hit shaking the trees and racking their senses with pain. It felt like an endless pinball game before ground slammed into them, knocking wind and consciousness from their dazed bodies.

In one last ditch effort, Trunks raised his head slowly, barely hanging onto reality, his eyelids heavy, his body heavily throbbing, even worse than a training session with his dad. He looked up slowly, into the tree canopy, more like the size of office buildings, owning for why the boys were so injured from the fall. They had found no way to protect themselves against the clawing branches and thick limbs that hit against them. Groaning, he struggled to close his eyes as a shower of broken tree arms fell around them as an aftermath of their disturbance to the heights.

"G…Goten?" he whispered in a hoarse voice, feeling a salty taste of blood on his tongue. A particular branch had slapped his gut hard, then he feel backward onto another, only to have Goten slam into him and his jaw forced down on yet another. His vision swayed as he saw his friend laying mere inches from him, head limply set to the side, mouth open and chest just barely rising with labored breathes. What had they done? All because of a small dispute.

Slowly, he closed his eyes and clenched his fists, powering up as much as possible, praying his friends and father might sense the small raise of his Ki. Then, he groaned and his body relaxed, head falling against the forest floor, knocked out and taken into the comforting arms of simple darkness.

*GASP! Trunks and Goten, out cold? What will happen? R&R