It had taken nearly four months, but she was ready to greet her new world.

The small baby shifted where she was floating in the cylinder glass tank, her tiny tail wrapped around her little form, the tip twitched back and forth involuntarily.

Trunks kneeled before the tank, one palm pressed flat against the warm glass, watching the child inside sleep, she was perfect to him and he smiled leaning forward to place a kiss against the glass before standing once again.

" When? " He started to ask, casting a look over his shoulder to his mother, who was leaning over her work desk, scribbling into a book. She looked up at him, graying hair falling into her eyes.

"Soon… be patient."

She sighed, but smiled at her Son’s anxiousness.

He let out an agitated sigh but nodded.

Bulma when back to her work, sliding down into the chair there, everything else for the time being was ignored.

Trunks in the mean time had started pacing, his eyes on the floor.

" You might go off and get the babies’ father-"

Bulma glanced up with an amused smile.

Trunks blinked then slapped his hand against his forehead.

" Right… you’re right, that’s a good idea."

All his words came out at once, blurring the sentence, he didn’t even give his mother time to respond before darting out the door.

~

Goten smiled and nodded. It was the only thing he could do when dealing with the angry parent, trying his best to filter out the woman’s high pitched scratchy voice.

" I understand where you’re coming from –"

He was cut off by her screeching again.

He was starting to hate open house… as much as he loved the children… he could hardly stand the parents, who never seemed happy no matter what he did.

" I’ll take care of it." He offered again.

She nodded sternly, placing her hands on her hips.

" You do that!"

And she stomped off, dragging her child after her, the boy offered a weak wave to Goten before they disappeared around the corner.

" Son-san! "

Squeaked a small voice and something clamped on to his leg, he cast a glance down to the little girl who was hugging for dear life.

He leaned down, picking her up.

" Konichiwa Kora-chan."

The six-year-old hugged him around the neck tightly for a second before letting up on her grip, nodding her head towards, the tall attractive blond approaching them.

" That’s my mommy."

The girl pointed.

He bowed slightly to the woman, letting Kora slip back to her feet, she firmly attached her self to his leg once again.

The woman smiled to him.

" You must be Kora’s teacher… she never stops talking about you."

She had a soft American accent to her Japanese.

At that Kora’s grip tightened.

" He’s my favorite!"

The woman smiled sweetly at him, raising one hand to her chin before offering that hand out to him.

" I’m Eva."

He shook it lightly.

" Son Goten."

Her hand went back up to her chin, lightly tapping her bottom lip, as she looked him over.

" So… Goten-san, Do you have a girlfriend?"

He opened his mouth to speak but Kora chirped before he could speak.

" He’s got a boy friend! He’s nice too!"

Goten blushed slightly, swallowing as he looked down to the little girl who was grinning happily.

" Hai…"

Eva raised an eyebrow, then smiled at that looking down to her daughter.

" Oh really?"

The little girl nodded several times.

" Uh huh… and he’s gots pretty purple hair!"

" He sounds cute."

The American woman looked back up to Goten with a wink before reaching out to pry her daughter off of his leg.

Kora allowed her mother to pick her up.

" We should be going."

Eva smiled.

" It was nice to meet you, Goten-san."

He nodded.

" Very nice meeting you as well… you have a very well behaved little girl."

Kora grinned.

" See! I told you I was a good girl."

She looked up to her mother who only chuckled turning to walk off back down the hall, Kora skipping after her.

Goten let out a sigh; today had been a long one and he was glad it was finally over, the school was now practically empty save for a few teachers still cleaning up after the rush of parents and their children coming through. He walked over to his desk, picking up a folder and tucking it away in one of the drawers.

He gasped as a pair of arms wound tightly around his waist, a warm mouth pressed against his neck.

" Rough day?"

The black haired man let out a breath and relaxed against the taller body behind him.

" Hai, Trunks-kun… how was yours?"

Trunks moved his head to kiss Goten’s jaw, smiling against the smooth skin.

" She’s almost ready… Okasan said maybe this week… Sunday at the latest."

Goten turning in Trunks’ grip to embrace him quickly.

" That’s wonderful"

He grinned, catching his lover unprepared and kissing him roughly, pushing him back against the wall.

Trunks returned the kiss, his hand going up into Goten’s shoulder length raven hair, petting it gently as he pulled back.

" What are we going to name her?"

Goten rested his forehead against the curve of the elder Saiyan’s shoulder, nuzzling against his neck.

" I’m not sure…yet."

Trunks held him tightly, pressing another kiss against his forehead.

" I was thinking… we could name her after my mother… I mean, we couldn’t have done it with out her."

Goten smirked.

" What do you mean by it? "

Trunks chucked.

" Mmm… we can ask you mother what she thinks… but I don’t think we should name our daughter after undergarments."

Trunks growled playfully against Goten’s neck, nipping at the warm skin.

" And just what’s wrong with that?"

" Nothing, I was just- "

He was cut off by a squeak in the doorway of his room, and then a giggle that followed it. Blinking Goten turned his head towards the source of the noise.

He pulled away from Trunks, straightening.

" Er… Hello again Kora… Eva-san."

The little girl let go of her mother’s hand and waved.

" I forgot my back pack."

She nodded a few times, casually walking over to her desk, pulling her bright orange bag off the back of the chair.

" Konichiwa Trunks-san."

Kora grinned wildly waving to him as she walked back to her mother, who was still standing motionless in the doorway, blushing.

" Come on mommy, we’re gonna be late."

The child said in a sing song voice, pulling her mother out of the door.

" Ja ne" she called.

Trunks chuckled, resting his chin on Goten’s shoulder, winding his arms back around the younger man’s waist.

" Cute girl."

" Eva or Kora?"

The lavender haired Saiyan raised an eyebrow.

" Both actually… but I was talking about Kora."

Goten reached up to stroke Trunks’ cheek.

" I never though you liked children."

He chuckled softly, turning his head to nip at his lover’s fingers.

" I wouldn’t be having one with you, if I didn’t."

Goten raised an eyebrow curiously.

" Really?"

" Okay… so I can learn to like them."

He pressed a kiss against Goten’s fingertips.

" Ahh…" Goten smiled. " You’d do that for me?"

He nuzzled Trunks’ cheek.

" Hn."

The elder snorted, reaching up to work at the collar of Goten’s dress shirt, slipping the tie off and undoing the first two buttons.

" You’re off work, ne?"

Goten chuckled softly.

" One track mind? Hai… I’m off, but I’m not about to do it in my class roo- ack!"

Trunks had pushed him back against his desk, pinning him there with his body.  He slid one hand through his lover’s hair, the other hand was working at untucking his shirt from his pants.

" Trunks!" Goten hissed.

" Some one could walk in on us!"

The elder leaned up, running his tongue over Goten’s bottom lip, smiling when he received a small sigh in return, he nuzzled the youth’s neck, sliding his hand up the back of his shirt to caress the youth’s back.

" So what? When have you been shy in public?"

Goten pushed him away lightly.

" I could get fired."

" I have enough money to support us both" Trunks grinned at him.

" I like my job."

The raven-haired Saiyan frowned slightly, keeping his hand pressed against Trunks’ chest, making sure he was at arm length.

Trunks sighed softly, one thing he couldn’t resist was when Goten pouted, the younger had complete control over him, and all he had to do was flash those big brown eyes.

" Fine… can we go some where else?"

Trunks almost pouted himself, looking at his friend.

Goten smiled at him sweetly.

" Hai…"

He slid his hand into Trunk’s, twining their fingers and pulling him along to the back door. Trunks allowed him self to be tugged along willfully outside and on to the empty play ground.

" On the tire swing? Oh you animal. "

Trunks winked giving him a coy grin.

Goten only chucked, shaking his head before kicking off and flying up a few feet, turning his body so he could look back down at his best friend.

" Coming?"

The paler haired Saiyan flew up to him, twisting so he floated upside down above him, rubbing their noses together in an Eskimo kiss.

" And you’re not afraid some one will see you like this?"

He smirked, gesturing to them.

" Iie… who’ll believe it?"

Goten smiled cupping Trunks’ face in his hands and kissing him again, a little less skillfully since he was upside down, before letting him go and taking off upwards into the clouds.

Trunks chuckled and followed, soon catching up and grabbing the younger man in a mid-air tackle.

Goten yelped and laughed softly squirming in Trunks’ grip, turning his head to bite at his friends chest, catching a hold of his T-shirt in his teeth and tugging on it, letting out a playful growl as he did.

Trunks busied himself at nuzzling his nose against his lovers neck, nipping at the tender spot right under his ear and running his tongue over it.

Goten instantly let the shirt go; then gave out a soft purring sound, tilting his head back to expose his neck, allowing the elder easier access.

Trunks smiled, brushing his parted lips over Goten’s ear, his breath warm against it, causing the smaller man to shiver. He slid his fingers down to pull open his friends already half unbuttoned shirt, letting it slip off his shoulders, exposing his tan torso. The elder leaned down to spread kisses down Goten’s neck, pausing to dip his tongue in the hollow of his throat following the path up nipping lightly once he reached his chin.

" Ahh…" Goten shut his eyes. " Aren’t you going to wait until we land?"

" Iie."

Trunks grunted softly pulling Goten’s body closer to his, resting one hand against the younger Saiyan’s lower back, leaning up to catching his mouth once again, his other hand tangled in that mess of spiky black hair.

Goten gave in, wrapping his arms around Trunks’ neck, leaning up into the kiss and allowing Trunks to take charge for the moment, mainly trying to focus on keeping up in the air.

" Giving up so easily?"

Trunks smirked, pulling back slowly, he slid down in Goten’s grasp to start a trail of wet kisses down his Koi’s chest, rolling his tongue over one nipple causing it to harden at the attention.

" For the moment."

Goten smiled after a small gasp, sliding his fingers up in Trunks’ silky hair, tilting his head back. He did well at holding still, though the pulsing heat that was starting to spread through his body was enough to make him bite his lip, he rubbed his thumb gently over the base of Trunks’ skull.

Trunks purred softly, his chest vibrating against the younger Saiyan’s exposed stomach, the sensation causing them both to shiver. He let his fingers lightly trail down the ridged path of muscle of Goten’s torso moving his head down as well pausing only to place a soft kiss over his lover’s heart and occasionally brush his lips over the few pale scars the younger of them had received from battle. Trunks had a few of his own but they were more obvious against Goten’s tan skin.

He stopped once he reached his lover’s waist-band, hooking one finger in as he nipped lightly at the smooth skin above his navel, his thumb moving over un hooking the button of his pants, sliding his fingers in side to examine the heated skin there.

Goten reached down, catching his hands and pulling him back up, leaning down to kiss him again, using his tongue to part Trunks’ lips, pushing forward to explore his love’s mouth.

Trunks twisted his body so he was floating on his back, arms wound tightly around Goten’s waist, forcing the smaller man to either float above him awkwardly or straddle him.

" Brat."

Goten made a face at him, leaning down further to kiss his throat, allowing his body to slid down even further so their hips where pressed together. The elder smirked slightly, taking advantage of this by gently pushing his hips up into the dark haired Saiyan’s, rewarded by a soft if startled moan.

" So, is that a cucumber in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

Trunks grinned, teasing Goten further by his squirming.

Goten’s hands slid down Trunks’ spine, resting lightly at the base, he lightly brushed his fingers over that sensitive spot where his tail would have been.

" What do you think?"

He licked at Trunks’ bottom lip, grinding his hips down to meet Trunks’ own a little rougher than necessary, enough to get Trunks to tighten his grip, fingers digging into his shoulders.

" I think." Trunks panted. "… That it’s a little late in the year …to be smuggling produce."

Goten laughed softly, letting up on that pressure some as he reached up to brush his lovers’ hair from those pale blue eyes.

Trunks leaned up for another kiss, letting them spread down to Goten’s jaw.

" My you have a lot of self control today, by now I’d have you on your knees begging me to fu-"

He was silenced by another kiss. Goten let his hand slid down, gently stroking the hard bulge in the front of Trunks’ pants, his lips curved up in a small smile as he broke the kiss.

" If you want me on my knees, love… I’m sure that can be arranged."

He pushed Trunks down to the ground below, slightly surprised when he was met with no resistance.

They both landed lightly, Trunks almost chuckling when Goten pushed him back in to the shade of the trees, coming to a halt once his back bumped into the massive trunk of an oak.

His shirt, quickly removed and tossed Kami knows where, leaving his pale chest exposed to the chill fall air.

Trunks closed his eyes relaxing against the tree, steadying himself by resting his hands on Goten’s shoulders as the younger man slowly kissed his way down until he was resting on his knees.

Goten nuzzled his cheek against Trunks’ groin, reaching up to hook his fingers in the waist band of his jeans and sliding them over to snap open the first button.

Trunks let out a soft sigh rolling his head back.

"If you draw blood this time… I swear-"

The younger chuckled softly as he pulled the zipper down.

" I’ll be a good boy."

He slide Trunks’ jeans down his narrow hips easily, the boxers quickly following.

Goten reached up, gently catching Trunks’ length, and stroking him slowly, then leaning forward to run his tongue along it.

His mouth gently closed over the tip sucking for a moment before leaning into him and taking it deeper.

Trunks let out a soft sound, opening his eyes again to watch, instinctively tangling his fingers in Goten’s spiky hair, leading him further.

The younger Saiyan experimented playfully, sucking lightly, then harder, grazing sharp canines over the sensitive flesh, eliciting deeper moans from his lover.

He then proceeded with more experience, knowing exactly what gave him the most response. The youth gently ran his fingertips over Trunks’ inner thigh, kneading the muscle there, forcing him to relax further as well as spread his legs. A small smile touched his lips as he released Trunks’ erection long enough to lick along his thigh, tilting his head and nipping lightly at the soft skin.

Trunks caught his bottom lip between a perfect set of teeth, throwing his head back as the smaller man took him in again, a bit rougher than before.

" Uhn...Goten."

His pace quickened, drawing out soft gasps from the elder.

Sensing his release, Goten took him deeply, resting his hands at Trunks’ hips to steady him as he came.

The elder Saiyan cried out softly, then slowly sank down to his knees across from his friend.

Goten had his head down, licking rather seductively at his fingers, cleaning them; he peered up at Trunks through the hair that had fallen into his eyes, a smile was given to his lover, far too innocent for the act he’d just committed.

Trunks opened his eyes again, body still pulsing with pleasure, he reached out with a shaky hand to push that hair out of Goten’s face.

"Arigato"

Goten grabbed Trunks arm and pulled him forward in to his lap so they were facing each other, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

" Sorry about the bleeding part."

Trunks blinked and peered down, raising an eyebrow at the trail of blood that was now oozing down this thigh from a bite wound.

" Goten…" he said in a warning tone, looking back up at the half Saiyan.

Goten chuckled and pushed him gently to his back, parting Trunks’ legs as he leaned down to lap at the small wound, placing a light kiss over it apologetically.

A small smile slowly formed as he wrapped his hand around Trunks’ already halfway erect cock.

" There’s just no satisfying you, is there?"

Trunks arched his back, closing his eyes once again.

" Because you tease so much."

" You like it."

Goten grinned as he sat up again, still gently stroking, enjoying the way Trunks pushed up into his hand.

He enjoyed seeing his lover completely helpless under his practiced touches.

" You’re going to drive me insane." Trunks said between clenched teeth.

Goten leaned down to kiss him deeply, cupping his cheek with his free hand.

Pale blue eyes opened again to look at him.

" Tell me what you want." Goten smiled.

" That’s my line… you’re supposed to be the one begging." Trunks panted softly.

" We’re switching roles for the day."

The dark haired man purred, releasing him long enough to slip out of the rest of his clothing.

Trunks raised an eyebrow.

" So you’re saying I should be the one on my knees then?"

A small smirk as Goten sat back, checking Trunks’ pockets for the small container his friend tended to carry.

" You’ll like it, I promise."

He flipped off the top and dipped his fingers in the cool gel.

Trunks gave him a weary look before rising to his knees, then moving down so he was balanced on his hands as well.

Goten rose to his knees also, next to his friend, leaning over him to kiss his neck and shoulder, a moment of distraction before he slid one slick finger inside of the elder man.

Trunks gasped at the sensation, not unpleasant in the least, though it was strange now that the roles had changed, he’d done this to Goten enough to know that the unpleasant part came later.

Another finger joined the first, and there was a small stinging but bearable, mixed with an odd pleasure from the very touch alone.

Goten’s teeth grazed over Trunks’ shoulder blade as the third finger went in, causing a small gasp.

Trunks parted his legs further to allow an easier access, bowing his head down slightly, his focus was on the grass beneath him, and the maddening sensation of slippery fingers slowly sliding in and out stretching the muscle. His breathing sped up to match the gentle pace.

Goten withdrew, sliding in behind Trunks, rubbing his back affectionately.

" I’m just playing Trunks-kun… if you really don’t want to…"

" It’s fine."

Trunks said softly, glancing over his shoulder at his lover, his entire body trembling with excitement and mixed with a touch of fear.

He gasped as he felt Goten nudge against him, then groaning as he pushed in slowly forcing into that tight opening.

Trunks shut his eyes against the pain, not prepared for it at first, it was supposed to all be pleasurable.

" Nnnh… Goten… is it supposed to… hurt this much?"

He’d experienced many types of pain before, but this was new though not all the terrible, of course it was a little worse than he’d expected it to be.

Goten pushed in all the way, leaning over to kiss down his back, gently stroking Trunks’ side, which was now damp with sweat, despite the cool air.

" It does at first… just relax."

Trunks let out a breath, calming as his body started to adjust to Goten’s size and length, he could feel the pulsing heat deep inside him, which was an odd sensation.

" Tell me when you’re ready"

Goten whispered, reaching up to smooth back Trunks’ hair from his eyes. He was patient, his voice holding an incredible amount of calm control, as if he were coaching a frightened child into experiencing something new.

"…I’m ready."

Goten pulled out almost completely before thrusting in again, causing another soft gasp from Trunks, on the second thrust he pushed upward hitting the spot he’d been looking for.

Trunks moaned, surprised by the rush of sudden pleasure, almost enough to over power the slowly dulling pain.

It took a few moments for Goten to find a rhythm, he was taking it slow and easy afraid to hurt his lover further. Even though he knew Trunks was far from breakable.

Trunks moaned, arching slightly while pushing him self into Goten’s hand, which was working him in slow even strokes.

Goten nipped gently at Trunks’ shoulder; working hard at keeping the pace, Trunks seemed almost unbearably hot and tight around him, a new experience as well for the younger Saiyan, dark eyes slid half closed losing himself in the moment.

Trunks’ cries came more often as the pain almost vanished altogether, leaving nothing but the sensation of Goten inside of him, he writhed at the sensation, his back arching as he tossed his head back, fingers digging in the soft grass.

It ended far too soon and Goten climaxed first, followed soon after by Trunks who bit his lip to keep from screaming. They both collapsed in the grass, panting.

The dark haired Saiyan let out a shuddering breath, rolling over to pull Trunks to him, spooning him against his body, pressing kisses against his back and shoulders, soothing him gently.

" Are you alright?"

Trunks tucked his cheek against his arm, closing his eyes.

" Hai…"

" You sure?"

Trunks shifted in Goten’s arms to face him, burying his face against the smaller man’s chest, tucking his head just under his chin.

" I love you."

Goten smiled and nuzzled against him.

" Ah… but will you still love me in the morning?"

Trunks opened an eye. " Huh?"

A small smile. "Forget it."

The elder shifted to give him a steadier look.

" What do you mean by that?"

" You’ll see… just remember, you said you loved me." He grinned innocently.

" Hn."

Something wet splashed against Trunks’ arm followed by another drop, he squinted and turned his head to gaze upwards, rewarded with another splash of rain water on his forehead.

Goten chuckled and kissed the water away, laughing when the rain picked up into a sudden light drizzle, quickly soaking the two half Saiyans.

" Maybe…we should go home."

Trunks chattered, pressing himself against Goten for warmth against the cold rain.

Goten sat up after a moment, keeping his arms firmly wrapped around the pale haired man he tilted his head up to the rain, closing his eyes.

Trunks tugged at him, forcing them both to their feet before breaking away from the embrace to wrestle into his already wet clothing.

Goten turned his head back towards his shivering lover, crouching down to grab his pants and tug them on, pulling the white shirt back over his shoulders, not bothering to button it again.

Trunks retreated back to Goten’s arms one he’d gotten dressed, still craving the feel of their bodies pressed together.

Goten nuzzled against his throat, licking away the water that trickled down his skin, feeling his lover’s strong pulse against his mouth.

" Mmm… I think I’ll let you pick me up after work more often."

A small smirk played over Trunks’ lips, which were tinted a pale shade of blue now from the cold.

" And what do you mean by ‘Pick me up’."

The youth purred softly, tracing his fingers down Trunks’ slippery back.

" Either way."

Goten leaned up to warm those pale lips, pulling him down for a deep kiss, caressing the back of his head with his free hand.

" You taste like rain"

Trunks murmured as he pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Goten’s cheek.

He reached up to cradle Goten’s face in his hands, kissing away the cool raindrops and gently brushing his lips over closed eyelids.

" If were not careful, we’ll get hypothermia."

Goten sighed softly, but made no effort to escape the gentle kisses that were now trailing down his neck.

Trunks grinned against this throat, closing his mouth over the pulse point, sucking rather roughly, bruising the soft skin there.

Goten squirmed against him.

" Trunks-kun!"

Sharp canines grazed over his collar bone, a warm tongue smoothing back over the hickey.

" What? You marked me… I felt the need to do the same."

Goten grunted, pulling Trunks up and pinning his body against the tree, capturing his mouth in a rather rough but playful kiss, more in hopes of distracting him from his neck. He broke it, brushing his lips over the bridge of Trunks’ nose.

" No one’s going to see your thigh though…" He raised an eyebrow. " I would hope."

Trunks grinned at him, wiggling his body free of Goten’s enough to latch back onto his throat like some horny vampire, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s shoulders.

Goten yelped trying to pry him off and they both ended up tripping over each others feet, landing in a rather undignified pile at the base of the tree, the victorious Trunks pinning his lover to the muddy ground, entwining their fingers together and holding them securely above his head.

Goten panted softly, his breath rising up in the cool air like smoke, they both fell silent for a long moment, dark eyes locked to pale ones.

" Let’s pretend, for a moment… they we’ve never met."

Trunks smiled down at him, his voice lowering into a rumbling purr as he released Goten’s hands, resting his own against the smaller man’s chest.

" Do angels fall from heaven so often?"

Goten looked curious, peering up at the lavender haired youth.

" What?"

" You seem to have fallen… and I… seem to have caught you. And I was wondering if angels’ fell often…"

A gentle smile played over Goten’s lips, as he shifted his body under Trunks’, not minding the cold ground.

Trunks blink then laughed softly, shaking his head slightly as he did, a drop of water rolled down his nose, dripping off onto Goten’s cheek.

" Nay… it’s very rare indeed… but it’s good luck to have an Angel fall into your lap."

" I consider myself very lucky." Goten whispered.

Trunks traced his fingertip down the youth’s chest, following the path of ridged muscle to the waistband of his pants, causing him to shiver.

" Since you caught me… I suppose I’m yours to keep."

" And what does one do with an angel?"

Goten smiled, resting his hands at Trunk’s hips.

" What ever he wants…"

Suddenly Goten pulled Trunks up, smoothly moving to his feet, arms wound tightly around his waist. Trunks wrapped his arms and legs around Goten, holding on.

" Then I suppose I’ll take my angel home and ravish it."

Trunks nuzzled his cold nose against the youth’s neck.

" I think, kind sir… that’s a wonderful Idea."