Disclaimer: I am far too lazy to come up with quite 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... I also don't own The Cheesecake Factory
Summary: 31 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' winter as a couple.
Word count: 775
Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.
Our First December
Drabble #2- Snowball Fights (Revised)
Trunks drums his gloved fingers against the frigid metal of the picnic table. Winter weather had hit early this year, and hard (much to Goten's chagrin). It was mid-morning, and three inches of pure powder covered the ground, steadily growing higher from the snow still falling rapidly from the sky. Trunks didn't mind so much. His coat was warm, and he liked snow.
"So, how's college treating you?" Trunks turned towards Marron, who was waiting for an answer. Trunks was glad that Krillin brought her over to Capsule Corporations, because despite her age, they were very close, and he definitely considered her to be one of his best friends. He thinks it's a nice enough title; he only has one other one of those, and well, he thinks it's nice to have someone else who he's not getting dicked down by on the regular to award his total trust.
Trunks did not have a lot of friends, and he'll be damned if he doesn't treasure the ones he's got.
"It's alright, I guess. My one professor bores me to the point of tears but he's kind of hot so I guess it kind of cancels out—"
Trunks' sentence was cut off by a ball thudding against the back of his head. Or not a regular ball, he supposed, because it crumbled immediately upon impact, and trailed an icy cold line down his hat and onto the unprotected skin of his neck.
"Oh boy," Marron says as she cups a hand over her mouth to poorly conceal her laughter. Trunks nods his head a couple of times, because well, he didn't want things to be this way, but he could accept that some things were out of his control and adapt accordingly.
He swings his legs from the picnic bench and rises to his feet. Goten is there, a smug smile on his face and another snowball ready in his palm. He's about to give Goten a look that means 'It's on!' when he is cut off by mystery snow suddenly hitting Goten in the face.
Goten is just as dazed as Trunks, as he brushes the powder off his face. The three teenagers look around, as a small voice catches their attention.
"Don't think you can hit Trunks and get away with it, Uncle Goten!" Shouts Pan, another snowball clutched in her mitten. Her determined eyes set on Goten.
"Let's get him, Pan!" Trunks says, scooping up snow and running as he packs it together.
"What? No! Bra, Marron, help me!" Goten exclaims, running away from his boyfriend and niece. The two other girls indeed join, and it's not long before the snowballs were flying. Balls of hard snow broke against Trunks' body as he ran about, pelting any moving body that wasn't his tiny teammate's.
"Ah, Goten! This isn't how partnerships work!" Marron shouts as she was lifted off her feet by her underarms, acting as a human shield for Goten. Trunks and Pan made sure to take advantage of the opportunity.
"I'm too beautiful to get snowballed!" Goten exclaims.
"You're silly, Goten!" Bra says as she, and Pan collapse down in the snow to laugh. Marron finally wiggles out of Goten's grasp, and playfully shoves him. Goten brushes snow from his cheeks, and looks over towards the two little girls.
"Hey, where did Trunks go?" The Son asks, his eyes sweeping back and forth in search of his missing boyfriend. Marron shrugs.
"Crap," Goten says and moves to turn around, but it's already too late. There is a hand down his shirt collar, and frigid snow sliding down his back.
He shrieks and jumps around, trying desperately to remove the snow as loud laughter rings out around him. He turns around with his brows furrowed, and sees that Trunks is bent over with his arms wrapped around his abdomen as if he were in severe pain, chackling boisterously. Goten smirks and runs over towards him, the other boy far too lost in his amusement to notice. Trunks has joyful tears in his eyes when he is lifted off of his feet by muscled arms wrapped tightly around his torso.
"Alright, I'll buy cheesecakes for whoever hits Trunks with the most snowballs."
"No!" Trunks shrieks and kicks his legs in a desperate effort to escape. He fails, and can do nothing against the three girls who are pelting him with the cold balls of snow.
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In the end, it was Bra who won the cakes, and Trunks—sitting in the booth at The Cheesecake Factory, with new clothes, and Goten's arm around his shoulders—was annoyed at how much she was enjoying them.
End