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...

Summary: 31 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' winter as a couple.

Word count: 935

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #5- Shoveling (Revised)

Goten's mitten-clad hands are stuffed deep into his pockets as he speeds through the air. He didn't want to have to leave Capsule Corps so early in the morning—well, he didn't want to do much of anything early in the morning—but with his mother sick in bed and Piccolo who-knew-where, Pan was in need of a babysitter. Videl was home now though, so he was free to return to his home-away-from-home.

Once he approaches the archway with the banner reading "Capsule Corps", he crosses his arms and quirks his eyebrow. A few feet ahead of him is his boyfriend, who is hunched over and scooping up snow with a shovel, while an extra one lays untouched by his feet. He seems to be muttering obscenities to himself.

"What are you doing?"

"Gah!" Trunks jumps. He whips around with his hand clenching his chest. "Fuck you."

"What are you doing?" Goten repeats.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He snaps back.

"I mean why."

Trunks pierces the tip of his shovel in the snow, and stomps on it to dig it in deeper. "My Father broke the robots, and all this snow will screw up the hover-cars."

"Well why don't you just shovel... faster?"

Trunks sighs. "My Mother told me not to use my 'saiyan strength'" he made air-quotes with his navy-covered fingers, "because I might fuck up the pavement."

"Ah. That sucks."

"Yeah, it does. You know what else sucks?" Trunks turns and bends over to grabs the spare shovel. "You're going to help me."

"But... I don't want too..." Goten says, frowning at the tool presented to him. The house—only a mere fifteen feet away—looked so warm and inviting, while out here was just... ugh.

"Come on, please?" Trunks' bottom lip even pokes out a bit, and it's so pitifully cute that Goten knows he hadn't even meant to do it.

Goten tries to find a reason to deny that adorable face. He can't, so he decides to at least try and make it worth his while.

He leans close to say softly. "I will, if you bend over like that again for me."

Trunks flushes brightly, and yet doesn't seem surprised in the slightest. He trails his eyes elsewhere as he thrusts the extra shovel into Goten hands, muttering, "...W-We'll see. Now come on."

The Son laughs and kisses Trunks' temple, before turning away and frowning down at the snow. Begrudgingly, he forces the end of the shovel into the powder, scoops with the help of his foot, and throws it to the side.

It's when he's on his third scoop that he decides he's over this whole ordeal.

He doesn't stop though, because despite the fact that had their roles been reversed Trunks probably would've laughed right in his face at the request of assistance, he figures his boyfriend deserves some slack. He did, after all, just write a really long paper, and completed all his other neglected homework assignments. Goten did not like imaging what college would be like—too painful to comprehend—but he figured that stressful was a very good adjective to use, and he didn't want his Trunks to have to be more stressed than necessary.

With that in mind he maneuvers to scoop up the snow behind him. He stops, because a flash catches his eye. When he looks up, his blood runs cold.

His blood runs cold, because there is a person over there that, well, should be very happy that Goten hasn't run into him until now.

Shaggy black hair that hung like a curtain over slanted, bright green eyes, lean frame, and a bit on the short side...

That is most definitely Akeno. He's just across the street, leaning against a car with two young boys playing around his legs (his brothers? Cousins? Goten really doesn't care). His eyes are trained on his cellphone and his body language is completely casual, like he somehow can't feel the death glare burning through his skin. Like he doesn't know that Goten has a bone to pick with him.

A very large bone, which might involve some breaking of real bones, and other creative puns that Goten can't think of at the moment, because his quickly rising anger is already propelling him forward—

"Hey, I'm finished, let's go inside." There are hands suddenly around his bicep and tugging him in the opposite direction.

Goten stumbles after Trunks up the pathway that is clearly not finished, while also nudging his head towards the asshole that is way too close to them—who should know better than to ever be around them again—and needs to be removed from the premises... by strong words or some fists or perhaps a well-aimed projectile. "But, Tru—"

"Goten." Trunks spins around, his body pressed tight against Goten's. His eyes are nearly begging as unease clouds his face. "Not now. Please."

Goten feels guilty, because he doesn't like that he put that pleading look in Trunks' eyes, but he's also pissed, because he definitely doesn't like that Akeno put that unease on Trunks' face. Goten is angry, and wants to do something about it, but he doesn't, for Trunks' sake.

Or at least, he won't do anything now.

"Okay," he forces out. "Okay, let's go." He wraps his arm pointedly tight around Trunks' shoulders and holds him close as they march up the snowy walkway. Goten can't help glancing over his shoulder though, and thinks that Akeno might be watching them, and just might be watching them with narrowed eyes.

Goten bares his teeth just in case.

End

So, does anyone remember Akeno? He was only mentioned briefly in drabble #22 in 'Our First Summer', so it's okay if you don't.