Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with a complex series such as Dragon ball Z. I don't own it, nor do I wish I owned it, because that sounds like a lot of work...

Summary: 31 drabbles detailing Goten and Trunks' first summer as a couple.

Word count: 975

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc. (not all drabbles will be M content though)

Authors Note: So I thought it would be a fun challenge to write a drabble with a minimum of 500 words for each day of July. I'll probably fail at this, but since GxT is my OTP, I'll give it a try!

UPDATE: So I'm revising this story. Honestly, I'm kind of annoyed by half of the shit I wrote (to be fair to myself I was like 14 when I wrote this) but don't have enough of a drive to genuinely fix what I don't like about the plot so I figured the least I could do was fix up grammar and stuff to make it less cringey for me to read through lol.

Our First Summer

Drabble #1- First Day of Summer (Revised)

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." Goten whispered from his seat. He growled when the room remained silent, aside from the voices of his chattering classmates.

Trunks rolled his eyes, "will you stop? You know that only ever works on TV."

"Hush I got this," Goten waved his hand in Trunks' face, not breaking his contact with the clock. The smaller needle was already resting on the three, and the larger one was ever so slowly moving towards the twelve. Every single day during their final period, Goten would attempt to synchronize his countdown to the ding of the final bell. He had yet to succeed, but it was the last day of school, and he was determined to end the year victorious. He vaguely wondered how Trunks wasn't compelled to try something fun. Unlike Goten, this was going to be his last day of high school. Ever.

"Is he still trying to do that countdown thing?" Junna, a pale girl with long orange hair said as she sat herself next to Trunks. She wasn't exactly a close friend of the duo, just an acquaintance that talked to them from time to time. She was pressing a bit too closely to Trunks, and he was somewhat glad that Goten was too preoccupied with the clock to notice. It was no secret that Junna was crushing on Trunks, just like it was no secret that Goten was lowkey pissed about it. Not that Trunks particularly cared what Goten thought; Trunks adored him, but Goten was probably the most jealous boyfriend in the whole country. To be fair, a lot of people did in fact, make their attraction to Trunks known, but given that "a lot" translated more accurately into like 90 percent of the population thinking that Trunks was hot shit, he just didn't have it in him to deal with Goten's annoyingly passive-aggressive attitude every time someone sat just a bit too close to him.

Trunks would probably say that that was the only upside to them having very few classes together. It was only natural—Goten was a year behind him, and not nearly as mentally-advanced as Trunks, after all—and they ought to consider themselves lucky for the two classes they did share: lunch in the middle of the day, and French class as their final period.

Anyways, back to the girl. "Yeah, I just can't wait to see how pissed he is when he fails."

"Excuse you!" Goten whipped his head around. "I am not going to fail, thank you very much!" He finished with a glare.

Trunks raised his hands in a false surrender, "hey, I mean no offense, but you have been trying to do this for a year now..."

"And so I have a year's worth of practice for this moment! It's not as easy as it looks, you know!"

"It can't be that hard, Goten."

"It is!"

"All you have to do is time it right," Trunks replied. He squinted up at the clock contemplatively, before giving Goten a smirk.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

DING. DING. DING.

The room erupted in cheers. Trunks stood and gave a deep bow, before gathering his books together.

Goten's face was beet red, his eyebrows narrowed in outrage. "What the fuck! How did you do that?!"

Trunks laughed loudly, pushing past Goten as he left the room. "Come on. I want to go home."

Goten grumbled a goodbye to their French teacher as he followed after his boyfriend, seething all the way. "You didn't answer my question."

Trunks smirked, "I timed it right."

"But how!? I've been trying to time it for one hundred and eighty fucking days and I've never got it!"

"Well, the simplest and most accurate answer is that I'm far smarter than you," Trunks replied easily.

"Smarter than me my ass," Goten grumbled. The duo passed over the threshold of the school. Teens were all over the place, running to buses or to their parent's vehicles, disappearing around the corner towards the student parking lot, or hanging around for some reason Goten could not fathom. Goten didn't feel like socializing. He wanted to go home and sulk some more before he officially started his summer.

He was a bit shocked when he was dragged away by his arm. He stumbled after Trunks as he pulled them behind the school.

"Why are we back here? Didn't you say your mom was going to pick us up?"

"Because," Trunks replied, bracing his hands on Goten's cheek, "I'm not going to be able to do this when we get to my house. Besides, I would like a bit more immediate kick-off to our first summer as a couple. We can get drunk and have sloppy sex later."

With that, Trunks pulled Goten to meet him in a kiss.

Goten hummed appreciatively into the kiss. He braced his hands on his waist, even though he knew Trunks liked them on his hips. Trunks would never admit it though, so until he did, Goten would continue to tease him.

The kiss was short and incredibly tame—Trunks may have been in a spontaneous mood, but they were still in a public place. Trunks didn't release his grip on him though, and Goten was happy just to hold him.

There was a flash of silver that caught his eye. Turning his head, he noticed it coming from Trunks' wrist. Trunks' noticed his gaze, but Goten reached out and grabbed the wrist before he could pull away.

Goten furrowed his brow as he took in the black and silver digital wrist watch. Next to the minutes, were numbers that changed with every passing second.

"You cheater!" Goten shouted, his previous anger returning with an even more intense vigor.

Trunks burst into laughter, and kissed him again.

End