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Chapter 1

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A pleasant warmth and the familiar hum from the TV awakened me, and I knew the date before I even opened my eyes. I rolled out of bed and stepped onto my messy floor, stretched, and then quickly hopped into the shower. As I got dressed, I allowed the intensity of the situation replay itself in my mind. I looked in the mirror and thought to myself that I had grown a full four inches taller in the last two years, and Trunks had perhaps grown a lot, too. I had not seen him in two years. Two entire years. But he would be coming home for two weeks, for Christmas.

The warmth of my room, I knew, was in stark contrast to the cold-but-not-quite-snowing outside temperature, so I wore an extra sweater and thick clothes. When I came downstairs, I saw my mom and dad (mostly my mom) setting up for the dinner we would be having with Trunks and his mom and dad tonight. I felt a little flushed from the excitement, and hoped I wasn't getting a cold; that would shave a week off of the time I had with Trunks, if Mom found out.

"Can I help?" I ask my mom, looking for something to occupy my hands and keep myself busy until six.

"Yeah, get some firewood so we can have coffee by the fire."

"All right," I respond, turning toward the door.

"Oh, and you're fifteen now, so if you'd like, you and Trunks can join us."

I'm not sure I can convey the sense of respect I associated with my parents' after-dinner coffee; it had always been an adults-only affair, and Trunks and I had always been shooed away. And though I imagined it to be boring adult stuff like politics and "kids today" that they talk about, the exclusiveness (however artificial) gave it this aura of mystery, and the invitation to join was clearly a show of respect. Needless to say it was a big deal, even if I'm not really a fan of coffee.

"Great!" I answered.

Mom responded with a smile.

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I had taken off my sweater in some sort of twisted self-dare to see if I could take the cold, and I dragged my feet as I brought in the firewood one log at a time. I was on my fourteenth log when I heard a car drive up and looked up to see the silhouettes of Bulma and Vegeta get out, followed by the silhouette of what appeared to be a much taller Trunks. I dropped the log and ran up to greet them.

"Goten!" Bulma said first. "How are you?"

"Fine," I immediately responded, not at all interested in Bulma, whom I saw nearly every day anyway. "Hey, Trunks," I said, waving slightly to him.

"Hey, Goten, what's up?" Trunks answered.

It was then that the enormity of Trunks's form hit me. Besides being what looked like a foot (but was actually seven inches) taller, his hair was longer, he wore sunglasses, a T-shirt, jacket, backpack, jeans, and a belt, and he was rolling an unlit cigarette between his fingers. My eyes widened a little at the cigarette but I immediately recovered and looked back to his face. "How have you been?"

Trunks shrugged his shoulders.

"Let's go inside," Bulma suggested, "Goten, you really should put on a sweater."
I nodded.

Inside, Mom welcomed Trunks and his family, and we all sat down to eat. I didn't know what to say to Trunks to get him to start talking, but Mom took care of that anyway.

"So, are you liking your school, Trunks?"

Trunks nodded and poked at his food with his fork.

"How are your grades?"

"Almost straight A's," Bulma responded.

"Is that right? Well, I'm very impressed. And what's this about a girlfriend, I hear?"

My ears perked up.

"Well, not really a girlfriend, I..."

"Heh, always 'not really my girlfriend.' She's been 'not really his girlfriend' for four months now."

My fork almost falls from my hand.

"Mom, I...," Trunks began.

"Anyway, her name is Marron, and she's just as sweet as can be. She's very intelligent, too, and she's good-looking to boot."

Trunks sat there, rolling his eyes and blushing a little, moving his peas around with his fork. I was staring at him, but when he looked up at me, I immediately turned back to his mom.

My mom answered, "Sounds like you've got yourself a keeper, there, Trunks."

"Yeah, I guess," Trunks mumbled.

"Yeah, I guess," Bulma mocked, "These teenagers," she laughed, sipping her glass of wine.

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After dinner, I cleaned the plates off and our parents sat down by the fire for coffee. I went in to sit with them, but Trunks pointed his head in the direction of my bedroom. I considered whispering to him that it was okay for us to have coffee with them this year, but, to be honest, after dinner, I don't think he was interested in spending much more time with our parents, and personally, I was only interested in spending time with Trunks, so I followed him.

"Goten, where are you going?" Mom asked.

"Trunks and I are gonna watch a movie or something."

"Well, we probably need to be getting back pretty soon, Trunks."

"Then can I just spend the night here?"

Bulma squinted her eyes in thought and then looked to my mom, who shrugged her shoulders, turned to Trunks, and said, "Sure, you can spend the night."

We went up to my room, and I immediately sat down on my bed. Trunks sat down on the beanbag chair and lay down his sunglasses beside it. I scooted over to suggest Trunks sit by me, but he did not take the hint.

"So, Trunks,..." I began.

"Tora," he interrupted.

"Tora?"

"Yeah, everyone calls me Tora now."

"Tora, like tiger?" I asked, making a claw with my hands.

"Well, like short for Trunks, but yeah I guess."

"All right, 'Tora,'" I said, making the claw again. "So... you have a girlfriend?"

"Like I said, not really a girlfriend, but... yeah, this girl I like who kinda likes me."

"That's cool," I respond, perhaps nodding my head a little overzealously.

"Yeah, I guess," Trunks mumbled.

"Have you, ... have you done anything?" I asked meekly, mostly trying to make conversation.

Trunks made a face, and said, "That's really none of your business."

"Aw, come on, Trunks,..."

"Tora. Call me Tora."

"Why won't you tell me?" I say, really now just to see if I can get him to spill it.

"Why do you want to know anyway?"

"I don't know, I'm just curious."

Trunks huffed and then answered, "Yeah, we've done stuff. Let's just leave it at that."

Then there was a bit of silence, eventually broken by me asking, "So, what do you want to do?"

"Play a drinking game," came the answer, as Trunks threw off his backpack.

"A drinking game? What do you mean?"

"Like a game," Trunks started pulling bottles of beer out of the bag, "where you drink," he answered, handing the last one to me.

"A-All right. But I've never drunk alcohol before."

"It's not difficult," Trunks said, smiling, opening his beer, and taking a sip.

"Where did you get beer anyway?"

"It's my dad's."

"Won't he be mad?"

"Listen, are you going to drink?"

"Yeah, I mean, okay, I guess." I didn't particularly want to, but I wasn't really against the idea, either. Besides, if I drank, then he would drink, and if he would drink, maybe he would finally open up; he didn't seem to want to talk at all. And so I took the bottle to my lips and downed some of the bitter beverage. I smacked my lips a few times and then took another swig, closing my eyes.

"Want to watch a movie?" Trunks asked, interrupting my concentrating on finishing my drink.

"Yeah, what movie?"

"Let's see what you got here," Trunks said, laying down an empty bottle and flipping through my DVDs. He named a movie, I wasn't paying attention and said, "Okay," and he put it in.

He then got up and sat on my bed. I did the same. The movie started, and I put down my empty bottle and grabbed another.

We continued to drink--the beer became less bitter as the night went on--, and while we were watching the movie, I turned to Trunks and whispered, "You know, Trunks -- Tora, sorry -- I really missed you."

"I missed you, too, Goten."

I rested my head on his shoulder and felt my heart beat faster. Trunks wrapped his arm around my shoulder and took a swig of beer, resting the bottle back on the ground. Then I looked up into his eyes, moved his hair behind his ear, and leaned in to kiss him.

Trunks backed up quickly before our lips met, and knocked over his beer in the process, "Whoa," he said, and then looked down to see beer pouring out, "Oh shit," he said, standing the bottle upright and looking for something to soak up the beer. I jumped up to run to the bathroom, but as soon as I stood up I sat back down again from dizziness. I got up slowly and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and getting down on hands and knees to wipe it up from the carpet.

"Sorry about that," Trunks said.

I nodded silently. After cleaning the beer up, I tossed the towel in the corner and sat back down by Trunks, leaving considerably more distance. We watched the movie without speaking for a while, and then Trunks sighed and piped up.

"Goten, we can't...," he sighed, "...we can't do that anymore, all right? We're grown up. I've got a girlfriend."

There was a little more silence, before I responded with the one argument that came to mind, "I thought you said that she wasn't really your girlfriend."

"That isn't the point. We just, ..."

I cut him off, calmly saying "I understand." I didn't, but I didn't want to hear anything that he might have wanted to say.

Another silence, and Trunks asked, "Where can I sleep?"

I was a little taken aback at the question, but didn't dare to go further into it. We had always slept in the same bed; it was easier and more comfortable that way. Somehow that wasn't allowed anymore.

"I have a sleeping bag in the closet; you can sleep on the floor if you want."

Trunks nodded, "Sounds good." He opened the closet and dragged out the sleeping bag. A piece of notebook paper fell from under it, and Trunks picked it up, glanced over it, and tossed it back into the closet.

"What was that?" I asked.

Trunks shook his head. "Nothing. Blank sheet of paper," he said, yawning. "I'm gonna go to bed. Night, Goten."

I rubbed my eyes a little, "Night, 'Tora,'" I said, making a claw and turning out the lights.

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End Chapter 1