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The music emanating from Goten's room, punctuated by laughter, threatened to give Chi Chi a headache, much less allow her to watch her TV show. Weren't saiyan ears supposed to be more sensitive or something?
She continued sewing anyway. A new dress for herself for the next time Gohan and Videl invited her somewhere fancy. After the third prick of her finger from having to look up at the TV captions constantly, she set down her work with a huff. Got on her feet, cracked her knuckles, and set down the hallway.
The slightly open door had her stop immediately in her tracks. No wonder it was so loud. Their house was only so big.
Usually, Goten shut himself and Trunks up in his room, locked door and everything. Like a normal teenager. Even her sweet little Gohan would always shut and lock his door as a teen (until he started dating Videl, and then he had to have the door open when they were together). So this was… new. She approached slowly. Did they forget to close it? A burst of giggles, but it wasn't from her son. She hadn't heard Trunks make that particular sound since he came up to her hip.
Chi Chi stopped in front of the door and pushed it open, just a little more. She peeked in.
They were dancing. Trunks' hands were on Goten's shoulders and her son's hands were… on Trunks' waist. Spinning around the room to music that didn't match their dance. They didn't seem to notice, grinning at each other with faces so close they had to be breathing one another's air. Goten's foot hit something she couldn't see and he stumbled, but it prompted another round of giggling from them both. There was a sliding sound, as if one of them kicked the object away, and then Goten's arms wrapped around Trunks' waist and one of them let out a sigh that ended in a pleased hum and then… Chi Chi stepped back.
Oh. She walked back to the couch, a little dazed and chewing on her bottom lip. She didn't know her son liked boys as well. Liked Trunks, specifically. A smile tugged against her teeth as she adapted to this realization. She nodded to herself. Well, as long as the door remained open, she’d let the boys have their fun. Music and the laughter of young love was good enough to sew to.
Because hopefully Trunks would tame her son's fickle heart. And if he did, well it looked like both her sons would marry happy and rich!