For the last frickin' time, I do not own DBZ!

The Party

It was all Goten's idea. Yeah, right. Like he would EVER do something like this without Trunks.

It all started [That sounds corny, I know] two days ago during school.

~*~*~ Flashback~*~*~

"Hey, Trunks!" Goten had just gotten to class to find Trunks lounging in his desk. (Uh-oh. He has that look in his eyes again.)

Goten was fourteen, which made Trunks fifteen, Marron ten, Pan two and Bra one.

Trunks smiled at him. More a smirk, really. "I have a proposition for you. As you know, Mom and Dad are leaving soon for America to strike a deal. They'll - "

"Ah, yes, about that," Goten interrupted. "How did Bulma get Vegeta to go anyway?"

"She didn't have to do anything. Dad insisted he go with her. I really think Dad got overprotective, but it's all the better for us." He shifted, crossing his ankles on the desk. "I plan on having a teen-age get-together, so to speak."

"A party?"

"Well, why not?" He didn't give Goten any time to answer, though, seeing as how every time he did Goten talked him out of it. "The house will be all ours, so I'm going to show off. Our house," he said quickly. "I was going to . . ." He cleared his throat before continuing. "All I need is you to come by and help me prepare."

"When?"

"I'm going to have it in two days, Goten. Come over after your Mom lets you stop doing homework, and we'll start collecting."

"Collecting?" This was the only part that caught his attention. "Collecting what?"

Trunks smirked again. "Girls, mainly. But there are other things. Food, drinks, music, snacks, and other such party essentials."

"Uh-huh." Goten gave him a skeptical look.

"Come on," Trunks pressed, standing up and grabbing his shoulders. "YOU are my best friend. If you don't help, I'll have a lot to do by myself. I already started telling people, and if I had to cancel, a lot of people would be very upset. Come on, Goten. If you don't help, I don't think I'll get anyone else to either." Trunks gave him The Eyes. "Please?"

Goten looked away from his friend, trying not to give in. "What about Bra?"

"Grandma's going to take her and Grandpa out to somewhere fun that day. That's why I scheduled it then. Please, Goten?"

Goten held his ground, trying not to cave. The last thing he needed was Chichi yelling her head off because of a party, especially after - "I don't know, Trunks. Mom is still pretty angry about the paint incident you conned me into."

"Goten, Goten, Goten. You think I'd plan something like this without giving thought to you?"

"That's what you said last time. And the time before that, and the time before that. . ." Goten glared at him. "Actually, that's what you ALWAYS say! And I ALWAYS get in trouble!"

Trunks then did the one thing that always got Goten. He nodded, stepping back. "Okay, I can deal with that. If you don't want to help, fine." He got a cold look in his eyes. "See you later."

He walked away, leaving Goten feeling like he had just broken off their friendship for the umpteenth time. Finally, he caved.

"Alright, fine, I'll help!" he called, not turning around. Two strong arms wrapped around him.

"Thanks Goten! I knew I could count on you!" He left for real this time, going to his own class.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Goten mumbled, taking his seat. He already had a bad feeling about this.

~*~

Later that day, after school, Goten got a phone call from Trunks asking him if he was still up to help out. Goten had to say yes, and he knew it was going to be hard getting Chichi to let him go.

It took him two hours to finish his homework - Chichi kept insisting it wasn't good enough and that he do it over. Once finished, though, he asked her if he could go over to Trunks'.

"Why do you NEED to go there?!" she screamed. She was most definitely still pissed at the paint incident.

"Mom, it's just for a little while, please?" he pleaded with her.

"No! I'm not letting you go there without a good reason!" She stood there and tapped her foot on the ground. "WELL?!"

Goten jumped, but answered just the same. "Well, Trunks is all alone right now. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs are gone with Bra, and Bulma and Vegeta are off in America. He's just bored!"

"And what are you going to do over there?"

Goten was starting to panic. It was getting dark as it was, and Chichi just kept asking questions - some more than once.

Eventually she gave in, letting him go - for one hour. She didn't trust Trunks as far as she could throw him, especially with her youngest son.

It's not that she didn't like him, but he kept coming up with ideas that always got both boys into trouble. She didn't like punishing Goten for things Trunks talked him into, but she couldn't let him slide every time. She had to be firm, and hoped that that made him more resistant to Trunks' words.

~*~

Trunks was smiling broadly. Everything was going perfect so far. Goten was helping him like he wanted, he was easily getting girls to say they'd come, he passed out invitations during school and Grandma and Grandpa didn't ask questions.

"I can't believe you talked me into this." Of course, Goten was complaining constantly. He didn't want to help, he didn't want to get in trouble, he didn't want to be hit on and he didn't want Vegeta to find out.

"I can." Trunks, on the other hand, wasn't worried and didn't even think of the possibility that Vegeta might take Bulma back early, just to get back. After all, no one in America knew not to mess with Bulma or fear the wrath of Vegeta, and no one knew he could blast them to the next dimension.

Goten sighed. "I'm acting like such a push-over," he slightly whined.

"You're not a push-over. I just know how to get you to do anything I want."

"Gee, thanks. I feel SO much better now." He couldn't go back on his word, the last thing he wanted was to get into another scheme, and he couldn't beat the crud out of Trunks for getting him to do this.

(Damn, this blows!)



Next chappy up soon-y.