Pairing: GotenxTrunks

Warning: Shounen-ai

Note: Otoko Suki? He was to fight the first match with Trunks in the tournament at the end of Dragonball Z. And seemed to be attracted to him.

Claim

Goten was becoming highly annoyed. On the one hand, he could hardly blame those who turned their heads for a second look at Trunks. He sure as hell did. But it was when they did a little more than take another glance that Goten found himself frowning darkly and crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

Otoko Suki's actions had only been small ones so far. A passing comment that held a hint of innuendo. An 'accidental' brush of the backs of their hands when they passed. His eyes lingering on Trunks' body for just that little bit too long.

Trunks kept remarkable control, or at least Goten thought so. He liked to think that Otoko Suki would have been knocked ten miles out to sea after the very first hint of flirtation if he had ever tried anything on him. But Trunks took it in his stride. He ignored Otoko Suki's advances for the most part, giving some sort of vague reply when spoken to and then walking away. He tried to sit with Goten on one of the benches. But Otoko Suki would only follow him and sit with his thigh pressing a little too close.

Once he glanced over towards his father. But Vegeta just leaned against the walls in the shadows. He was silent, but his glare said it all:

"You're the prince's heir. You figure it out."

When Otoko Suki's hand 'accidentally' brushed Trunks' backside, Goten decided that enough was enough. He got up and marched across the room to where Trunks was standing and gazing out of the window, trying to ignore comments that were becoming increasingly lewd. Tugging at Trunks' shoulder to turn him around, he crushed their lips together.

Trunks' response seemed very grateful. He pushed his palms into Goten's chest, not to force him away but to take fistfuls of the orange gi and pull him closer.

After feeling that he had made his point, Goten parted them, feeling Trunks' silent gasp coming hot on his chin as he did so. Still holding Trunks, Goten fixed Otoko Suki with a glare. The sort of glare that was universally understood as 'back off'.

Otoko Suki puffed out his chest as he asked; "not room for one more, is there?"

Goten's jaw almost hit the ground as those few words knocked his fearsome confidence back due to pure shock.

"No!" Trunks was the one who responded with a tone that was just as fierce as Goten's glare.

"Oh." Otoko Suki shrunk away. Chancing one last look over his shoulder, he saw them still in each other arms and laughing as Goten spoke quietly into Trunks' ear. He shook his head. "What a waste."

END