Oh, Dende, it was a scorcher. Goten wasn't exactly sure when the little green Namekian had deemed that Hell reside on earth, but the demi-Saiyan was damn sure that the sneaky bastard had proclaimed it when he wasn't looking.

There was just no way it could naturally be this hot.

Rolling his head to the side, the young man allowed the thin cotton of his sleeve to absorb the prickling moisture on his brow, bleeding the bright red of his shirt a muddy russet. Dende, even the grass beneath him had gotten warm, sticking to his sweaty form and leaving distinctive indentations on the back of his arms as he flopped over on his stomach, pillowing his drowsy head on the interlace of his crossed wrists. Yep, too damn hot to do anything but bask in the fury of Dende's vindication. Heh, always knew he hated Saiyans...

"Oi, chibi!" The demi-Saiyan groaned as he coaxed one lazy onyx eye to loll open, grimacing slightly as the heavy lid proved too much for his waxing strength and he was poked and prodded to raise his head by the continued calls of his overly cheerful counterpart.

"Whaddaya want, Trunks-kun?" His jaw popped irritably as he yawned, drawing his arms up further to support his chin. "This had better be good...not one o' your tricks again. It's too hot to pull pranks, man. Dende's already taken the cake on that one today..."

"Heh, you Sons and your food...good thing I anticipated your stomach, chibi." Goten couldn't help but be persuaded to move as his lavender haired angel sought to grant him redemption from the heat of hell's fury. Mopping back the tendrils of raven hair that clung determinedly to his brow, the younger teen looked up with wide, worshipping eyes.

"You're my hero, you know that?" The grateful demi-Saiyan reverently accepted the offering of ice cream that Trunks had sacrificed his right to be lazy in order to fetch.

"Hai, hai...you can kiss my feet later, Go-chan." The older boy crossed his ankles and sat down fluidly, licking at a persistent trail of vanilla before it surpassed the barrier of the cone and coated his hand. "Now eat before it melts."

"Oh, you bastard, you got me strawberry," Goten muttered, lapping at the rich pink cream that formed a small moat around the frozen structure standing stoically in the middle.

"Hai." Trunks nipped a chuck of chocolate out of his white melting mound, sucking off the excess with an exaggerated slurp. "Knew it was your favourite..."

Not even bothering to nod, the Son attacked the icy fortress with conquering gusto, temporarily forgetting the searing heat of the afternoon sun. It was sweet and seductive on his tongue, that flavour only known to ice cream lavishing senses dulled by the omnipresent lull and haze of summer.

"Heh, ef you, Dende...never underestimate the power of food..."

Black eyes snapped upward as indulgent laughter ensued, the tip of his tongue pausing in the act of licking, and consequently dissolving a dent in the sphere of creamy perfection held in his hand.

"You're such a chibi, Go-chan!" Trunks nibbled a path out of the crispy amber cone, sucking the resulting crumbs from the top of his lip and following the momentary groom with a swipe of his sleeve. "Lookit you!" The darker demi-Saiyan's eyes widened as he took immediate stock of himself. Nope, he was still dressed. This wasn't one of those strange dreams he'd been having lately where Trunks brought him food and they--

"Oi! Chibi!" Goten blinked back into reality with a crimson flush, noticing almost without meaning to that Trunks had already finished his cool treat and was currently licking the remains from his fingertips. "You gonna eat that or leave it for your shirt?" Glancing down reflexively, the Son salvaged his wrinkled attire with seconds to spare, watching as the diluted stream flooded the cone, flowing out over his hand and onto the grass. Heh, least the ants'll appreciate his daydreams...

Needing the welcome chill for more than just the heat of the day, Goten put his Saiyan nature to good use, devouring the delectable morsel with animal fervor. Tracing the length of his hand with his tongue, the younger demi-Saiyan banished all evidence of the tasty tidbit with a satisfied lick. He may not have been able to cook worth anything in Dende's blue heaven, but he could compliment the creator like nobody's business. Goten got involved with food like his older brother was absorbed by his books. Utterly and completely. It was, therefore, little shock to anyone save the boy himself when he suddenly and unsuspectingly looked directly up into eyes that sparkled like the summer sky above them.

"Trunks--?" The darker teen's disbelieving eyes crossed as he watched the other close the teasing inch between them.

"Wait, chibi...you've still got some on your face..." Dende had already seen fit to rob the boy of his strength, though now the greedy little Namek found greater amusement in abandoning him totally. His earthbound angel had yet to retreat--he could feel the warmth of his breath against his sticky lips, the light, cloying scent of chocolate that clung enticingly to that clean crimson mouth...

"T-t-t-tr..."

"Shut up, chibi..." Dende he was warm, and not from the relentless conquest of the sun across the sky. The pale prince smelled of cut grass and sunshine--everything he loved about summer and Trunks...He couldn't believe this was happening...

Ebony eyes slid slowly shut as the older boy crossed the miniscule distance, the hot breath hitching as a cool mouth pressed against the corner of his parted lips, velvety tongue darting out to smooth away the sweet suggestions of his earlier indulgence. Moaning quietly, he was helpless to anything save the amazing sensation of the older teen's mouth against his own.

"Go-chan..." Murmuring, soft and playful, Trunks' voice broke through his rapt stupor and he blinked open weighted onyx eyes to gaze with questioning desire on the lavender beauty before him.

"H-h-h..."

"Shhh..." That delightful muscle swept into his mouth again, mingling with the faint taste of strawberry, bringing with it the sensuous allure of chocolate. "Play with me, Go-chan..." Swallowing with some difficultly, the younger demi-Saiyan leaned tentatively forward, one hand sliding with anxious hesitance along the powerful build of his counterpart's arm and curling around his neck, fingers tangling in the silken lavender wisps at the nape. A sharp nip spiked his arousal, encouraging his response, and it was thus that Goten found himself completely engulfed in the teasing interplay of his first kiss.

Growling deeply in his throat, the darker teen gained confidence with his heightened yearning, surging forward onto his knees in the grass, facing the taunting form fully and yanking the man harder against his eager figure. A breathless chuckle against his lips gave him pause and he stared up hungrily into eyes too blue to be Saiyan, too bright to be human...Dende, maybe he was an angel...

"Feisty, aren'tcha, Go-chan..." A feline glint of predatory prowling lit those starless depths, leaving the underestimating prince only a moment's notice before his back was intimately introduced to the ground.

"Dende, Go....oh..." Nibbling on the elder demi-Saiyan's full, inviting lips, Goten relished the feeling of those skilled hands on his back, slipping beneath his wet t-shirt to caresses and mold muscles that were a testament to the heritage they shared. Dende, yes! If this was a sin, then they were both joyfully damned to the warmth of hell that was no competition to the heat their needy lips created. His raven head dropped forward to rest on the other's cloth covered shoulder as elegant fingers began to massage beneath the waistline of his pants. The tender flesh of Trunks' neck was salty with sweat, delicious to his devouring tongue and grazing teeth. A gasp escaped his lips as the blockade of his pants was breached, impatient hands tugging insistently on the clinging denim over his hips. Dende, at this rate, today would be a day full of firsts...

"Oi! Got--" All action ceased immediately. Blue met black in a moment of monumental panic as both turned blushing gazes to the man that dared intrude upon their blissful interlude of self-discovery. Goten could have joyfully strangled the being who created Instantaneous Movement.

"'Tou...san...?" An older representation of the compromised youth cocked an inquisitive head to the side, ebony brow drawing down in a sure sign of ultimate perplexity.

"I came to tell you dinner's ready...whatcha doing there, Goten?"

"Welll...uh..."

"I was getting the ice cream off his face, Goku-san." The younger boy's scarlet shade took on a sun burnt quality as the man beneath him actually had the audacity to lick his face again to emphasize his point. Oh, Dende, his father could not be that stup--

"Oh! Ok! Well..." A Son smile flashed its radiance across Goku's naïve features as he placed two fingers against his forehead. "Hurry up! It's Geta's night to cook!"

Goten blinked once as his father vanished. Shaking his head, the demi-Saiyan released the apprehensive breath he'd been unconsciously holding.

"I don't know which is worse," he remarked, deflating against the other's chest, "the idea of my father's incredible gullibility..." He planted an affectionate kiss on the collar of his counterpart, tongue dipping under the hem in promise. "Or the idea of eating your father's cooking."