I know I'm terrible at updates and publishing stories for you guys to read, so I have decided to challenge myself and do a writing challenge for the entire month of December. I found an OTP Winter Prompt Challenge on Tumblr and I wanted to do it. I plan to post 1 prompt every day until the end of December! After that, I am going to get back to Domination and crank out some chapters for everyone who has been patiently waiting. I hope you guys enjoy reading these little drabbles as much as I did writing them!
Series: Dragonball Z
OTP Choice: RaditzxZarbon
Summary: AU setting. The odd pair lives on Earth now and is experiencing their first winter together with Goku and his family/friends.
Ratings: Range from K-NC17.
Day 1 Prompt: Sweaters.
Zarbon stared at the pile of sweaters on the bed, his thin eyebrow arched up in curiosity. He had never seen such articles of clothing before, let alone worn anything like it. He reached out and ran his hands over the first sweater on the pile, feeling the wool and remarked at how soft it was. He took it off of the pile and looked at the next one, blinking from the wild designs of snowflakes and deer and a chubby bearded-man who wore all red that had been stitched into it.
"Oh, how gaudy." He turned his nose up to it and knocked it off of the pile, going through the rest of the warm thick tops. He remembered how Raditz had told him he needed to start wearing stuff like this if he was going to keep warm during the wintertime. Apparently it was going to "be a cold one" according to his lover's brother.
"Would you hurry up and make a decision, already? Everyone is waiting on you." A gruff voice interrupted his thoughts, causing Zarbon to turn and see his tall Saiyan lover in the doorway with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
"Tell me what to do one more time, Saiyan, and I'll throttle you." Zarbon snapped at Raditz, lifting his nose in the air at him and went back to looking at the sweaters. He finally came across a cream one that felt like soft butter against his slender hands, thinking that it had to have been that "Cashmere" stuff the blue haired billionaire loved. He pulled it over his head and smiled as he was instantly enveloped into a soft warmth, very much enjoying the cashmere material. He looked over at the bulky Saiyan in his doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Happy now?" Zarbon quipped at Raditz.
"Yes. Now let's go. I'm starving." The Saiyan huffed and turned to leave the entry, having been anxious to go over to Capsule Corp for a large feast that had been prepared for everyone.
The cyan-skinned alien rolled his eyes as his lover stalked down the hall to join his brother's family in the crisp outside. He looked over his shoulder at the sweaters on the bed and quickly putting almost all of them back in a neat little stack. As he left the room to catch up with Raditz, he tossed the gaudy "Christmas" sweater into the trash.
He'd rather go back to Hell than be caught in something like that.
TBC.