Author�s note: Okay, This is the first fic I (Torres) have ever posted online anywhere and I am extremely nervous. Please, be honest and constructive in any feedback. If you think it sucks, tell me why it sucks, in great detail, and give me your ideas on how to make it better. If you think it's good, same thing. I would like to dedicate this fic to my good friends at Blanchet High school, namely �the dance group� and "the lunch group�. Don�t ask. Really.
Disclaimer: I don�t own any of these characters although I like to pretend I do and mess up their lives. *smiles sweetly* Ahem. Every inch of their delectable selves belongs to the creators of Dragon Ball Z/GT and Ah! My Goddess.
Warning: This fic contains YAOI content, meaning �Boy meets boy, boy falls in love with boy, boy makes passionate love with boy�. Clear enough for you? Anyone who flames me over this will be laughed at, gossiped about, have unflattering comics drawn about them, and receive an 8 page essay on Homosexuality and the evils of homophobia. And, if I�m REALLY mad, I�ll send you extremely kinky drawings in the yaoi genre. Heh. Take that. This fic is a crossover(duh).This fic is so far rated a PG for mild language and a sort of makeout scene. Don�t worry, steamier scenes to follow. ^_~
On with the story!
Urd groaned and slumped back in her chair. Across the table from her was a hunky guy with smoldering eyes and a slow grin. If these were normal circumstances, she would have taken great delight in talking to him, the peak of a rare breed. Someone just like her.
Unbearably good-looking, much sought after, with a playful view of the dating game and an inability to find someone who would satisfy. He�d had tons of women, she�d had tons of men, what an incredible pair they would make! Anyway, it would have promised a pleasing game between assignments. But nooo, she was now a fairy godmother. Good Lord, a godmother! Who the hell chose the people for these jobs, anyways?
A rumble of thunder startled her out of her thoughts. Oh, yeah. That�s who assigns people. A-heh, no, I�m perfectly content. Really!
Anywho, this guy was feeling frustrated. She knew the feeling and sympathized. Yup, he certainly needed a fairy godmother. But who on this mudball of a planet could possibly qualify to be his girlfriend.
�Trunks� tried to soothe his newest acquisition with another of his playful, sexy grins. It didn�t work. I really wish I didn�t have to stay invisible
�I wish they�d just go away, Suddenly I�m not in the mood.� Urd rested her chin on her fist and looked out the window gloomily. She had a killer headache. You and me both, brother.
Trunks watched Stephanie storm out. Yet another girl looking for something more than a fling. It�s just a game! He wanted to scream in her face. I play cuz it�s fun! Not cuz I want a wife.
A discreet glance about the room revealed nearly half a dozen attractive girls watching him, mentally willing him to ask them to dance. With a sigh, Trunks rubbed at his temples and looked gloomily out the window. He had a killer headache.
Why do I always end up making people mad at me? I�m not a bad person! I just seem to see this whole dating thing differently. Truth was he�d never met a girl he could take seriously, romantically speaking. They were all pretty shallow and identical. A parade of �beautiful� faces passed in his mind and even he was a bit chagrined by the sheer number.
They�re all the same! When will I find someone different? Someone I�ll never stop having fun with! Never get tired of.
His last thoughts before he went to sleep later that night were: I�ve been searching since I turned thirteen. It�s hopeless. Something Bra had said years ago filtered through his weary brain.
"Jeez, Trunks! You love and leave every time! The only person you never get tired of is Goten.�
Hmph. Goten. Right. Too bad I�m not gay.
Urd snapped her fingers, a maniacal smile spreading over her face. �Goten�, huh? Trunks isn�t gay... but he�s fairly broadminded... I wonder... hey, anything to shorten this assignment!
Belldandy stared at Urd in consternation, a wrinkle working its way between her brows. �You can�t be serious.�
�It�s perfect, Belldandy! Just think about it!�
�So, basically, you want to screw around with this guy�s sexual preferences so he�s attracted to his best friend. What�s so perfect about that!?�
�No one else will satisfy him, Belldandy! C�mon, rummage around in your fairy godchild�s mind and see how he�d feels about it!�
Belldandy sighed. Urd had a point. What if he wanted this to happen? It�s best not to let my feelings about this interfere. The goddess closed her eyes and concentrated on Goten�s sleeping mind.
He looked around the ring of contestants until his gaze fell on a particularly funky looking dude. The big, hairy guy raised his hand to his lips and blew Goten a kiss. He withdrew behind Trunks in dismay, eyes wide.
�There sure are some strange people here,� he commented softly. His mouth was directly by Trunks� ear from his position, almost hiding behind his best friend, but only a short, bemused shake of the head indicated that Trunks had heard.
Belldandy probed deeper.
It was very dark and Goten was tired but he just couldn�t get to sleep. It was too dark, even. A small whimper of fear escaped him and he quickly glanced over at Trunks to see if he�d heard. But, mercifully, Trunks was asleep, arms flung about, leg hanging off the bed, his mouth open. In spite of himself, Goten smiled fondly. He snuggled his head deeper in the pillow but the moment he closed his eyes, terror seized him, visions of monsters he�d fought, people who�d died in front of him, the stench of cooked flesh...
His eyes snapped open and the darkness twisted before them. Trying to get a handle on his fear, he slowed his breathing but almost choked at the nightmare that rushed at him next... Something brushed his face, shattering the ghost world. Turning his head slightly, he saw Trunks� face turned toward him, eyes still closed, but a small hand looking as if it had stopped in the middle of a caress lay touching his cheek. Warmth flowed up him and he relaxed. Feeling oddly comforted, he left the hand where it was and slept.
�Not much so far,� Belldandy said with a shrug.
�Nothing in his memories to suggest he�d enjoy having his romantic life tampered with.� She amended with an edge to her normally gentle tone.
Urd sighed noisily and rolled her eyes. "That�s the point, Belldandy. Our mission is to tamper with their romantic lives! Now, c�mon, just try once more, okay?"
�Just once more.� Belldandy relented.
�How do you do that?!� Goten demanded. His friend merely smiled innocently.
"Do what?�
�Do that! Just saunter up and get a date without breaking a sweat! How do you do it?�
Trunks frowned, annoyance mixed in with smugness. "It�s easy. You�re problem is your too shy, Goten. Girls like confident guys.�
�I know. I know.� There was a brief silence. �Argh! Dang it, how do you�?!�
Trunks let out his breath in a little vexed �humph�. "Listen. It�s really not that hard. You just come up to a girl, smile at her like this�� Trunks smiled provocatively at him and Goten felt himself blushing. Trunks ruined the effect as his smile widened to a truly mirthful grin.
�Oh, Goten, you are too easy,� he snorted, trying not to laugh.
"How am I supposed to feel when you�re lookin� so weird?� Goten exclaimed defensively, red with embarrassment and frustration.
�Any other romantic questions/� he wondered wryly.
Goten twiddled his thumbs uncomfortably. �Um, how do you kiss?�
At Trunks� incredulous expression, Goten hurried on. �I mean, I tried practicing on a pillow like they say in books but its just not the same... I mean, when are you supposed to do it, for one thing?�
Peals of laughter echoed off the ceiling. �It�s not that funny!� Goten glared at his so-called friend, who was currently rolling around on the floor.
�Alright, alright, I�ll help you out.� Trunks got up and ambled over, still chuckling lightly and began to explain.
�...and then, when there�s a silence, you�re alone, the girl is looking deep in your eyes, you put your hand like so... � he took Goten�s jaw into his hand gently, but pressing enough to give the impression of strength. Goten examined the hand from the corner of his eye then looked questioningly at Trunks.
�Then you do this...�
Goten, being the na�ve thirteen-year-old he was, compared the kiss to getting the most wonderful, loving, warm hug from your mother you could ever imagine. �Like being wrapped up in someone�s heart as well as their arms� he would later write in his journal. Yet, to his already very active hormones, the intimacy was thrilling. He could feel the overlying sensuality of it, lip to lip, tongue to tongue, hearts beating together...
He could feel Trunks clinging to him as if he�d fall and he slid his arms up the other boy�s back, leaving control of the kiss to Trunks. It deepened. Suddenly, Goten�s eyes snapped open and he stumbled back a step, pushing Trunks away. Gasping, both boys stared at each other. Goten was the first to speak.
�I... get the... picture.�
Trunks inhaled deeply but kept his face lowered, hiding behind a veil of silky hair. �Um, yeah. S-sorry about that. I was, ah, thinking about Rhiana and, uh, kinda forgot where I was...�
They stared at their feet, Trunks� lay hanging in the air between them. Goten knew they�d never mention this again, it�d be like it never happened. His emotions were awhirl and his heart beat fast with confusion. He didn�t know how to feel.
Bulma called Trunks� name from the next room and his friend turned to go, relief in his voice.
�Well, seeya Goten.�
Goten didn�t move for a very long time, seemingly fascinated with the door.
�I just had my first kiss,� he mumbled to himself disbelievingly, �And I got it from Trunks.�
Sunlight filtered through the curtains and struck him in the face. One dark eye opened, then the other. A voice whispered, as soft, shy, and confused as it had been at only thirteen years, lost in the song of birds at the dawn�s first light.
�I haven�t thought about that, much less dreamed about it, for a long, long time. I wonder...?�
�Belldandy?� Urd scrutinized her face but could find no trace of emotion. Finally, Belldandy stirred.
�I�ll do it.� She said tersely.
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