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: 1370

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #6- Decorations (Revised)

Goten stumbles under the weight of the boxes—all filled to the brim with decorations—braced on the top of his head and shoulders. It's not that they're heavy—not many things are heavy for him—but it's rather their size that makes him stumble around awkwardly, so as not to drop them. He wanted to fly, but he figured if he couldn't even be coordinated on his feet, he wouldn't do much better in the air. Fortunately, the front door wasn't too far ahead.

With only a few more precarious strides, he finally reaches the threshold of the front door. He barely manages to get through, before he drops the boxes down as gently as he possibly can. His mother nods approvingly before focusing back on hanging the lights around the edge of the roof, assisted by Gohan, who held her on his shoulders.

Goten turns away and scouts out his boyfriend. Trunks was rather annoyed that they kept bouncing from house to house, but Goten didn't mind so much, just as long they got to spend time together.

Cheesy? Yes, he knows, and you can fight him about it.

It doesn't take him long to find Trunks (he has purple hair, after all). He is sitting in the snow with Pan, as they both spread the colorful lights on the frame of a low window outside Gohan's house.

Goten seats himself behind his boyfriend and rustles his niece's head. She giggles, and fixes her hat that has fallen over her eyes.

"Pan! 'The Little Drummer Boy' is on!" Goten hears his brother call.

The girl hops to her feet and runs away cheering. Goten almost follows her, but doesn't, because he's not quite in the mood to watch such a cheerful program.

He turns to look at his boyfriend, but he isn't even paying attention to him. Trunks is on his knees, his back to Goten, as he tries to situate the lights despite losing his tiny assistant.

Goten crawls over and kneels behind his boyfriend. He wraps his puffy arms around his middle and buries his face in the crook of Trunks' neck.

"You know, this is a bit harder to do when you're clinging to me," says Trunks. Despite his words, he's leaning back into Goten's embrace.

"I love you." Goten says with muffled words.

Trunks goes still. Then he replies, "I love you too, Goten."

"Then why won't you let me break Akeno's face?"

Trunks sighs dramatically, as he throws his head back against Goten's shoulder. "Please don't make a big deal about him. It's over and done with. Just let it go."

Goten remembers how angry Trunks' looked while they fought that day in his bedroom. He remembers seeing Trunks unconscious on the burning pavement. He remembers the tube trailing from Trunk's nose, and how small his voice sounded when he told him what—who—had started it all.

Goten tries to imagine just 'letting it go' and he can't. He really can't.

Apparently, the asshole was studying photography in America (Trunks reminded him that it was a big country and their universities weren't even remotely near each other). Because of this, he also got off for the 'Thanksgiving break'. It was common knowledge that Akeno lived in West City, not far from Capsule Corporations, even. That still didn't explain why he was there, practically sitting on Capsule Corps doorstep that day.

Goten knew 'fishy' when he smelled it.

"How can I let it go when he pops up on our territory?"

Trunks rolls his eyes. "He wasn't 'on our territory', he was across the street. Across the street is public property."

"Yeah, so he just conveniently decided to loiter on the 'public property'," he air-quoted for emphasis, "right outside of Capsule Corps.?"

"Could be; looked to me like he was waiting for someone. He didn't even notice us."

Goten is pretty sure that Akeno did in fact, notice them, but he says nothing of that. Instead, he asks, "Did you not let me go over there because he had those two boys with him?" Goten couldn't think of any other logical reason why else.

"His nephew and cousin. One of them is in Bra's class," Trunks says as he rolls around and sits back on his butt. Goten is quick to place himself between Trunks' drawn-up knees. "Sort of. Mostly because I didn't want you to do something stupid that you'd regret."

"There's nothing I could regret doing to him," Goten is quick to say, his brows narrowing as he thinks of all the things he could do to Akeno that he most certainly wouldn't regret.

"Picking fights with him over shit he said almost half a year ago? Don't you think it's a little unnecessary now?"

"I don't care how long ago it was. He hurt you." Goten says sternly. Trunks looks away.

"He did," he admits softly, focusing on the Christmas lights while his fingers toyed with them. "But I'm over it. I haven't even heard anything about him until now, and I doubt he's even concerning himself with me. Let's not give him a reason too and just move on, okay?"

Goten wanted to point out that Trunks isn't really convincing when he claims he's over it but decided that there was no point in arguing over this. He wasn't going to take his frustrations out on the wrong person.

He has learned his lesson on that.

Instead, he mutters, "I'm not going to let this go... but I will do my best to restrain myself from strangling him."

Trunks rolls his eyes again, but there's a ghost of a smile on his lips as he rises to his feet. "Whatever, just help me finish this damn house."

Goten stands quickly, startling the other. He wraps his arms underneath the rump of Trunks' ass, lifts the yelping boy off his feet, and braces his back against the wall of his brother's home.

"Hey!" Trunks shouts as Goten shifts his hands to hold him up by his thighs.

Goten smiles despite the scowl on his face. "Come on, 'The Little Drummer Boy' is like, an hour long. Just think about what we could do in an hour."

Trunks' face is flushed, partially because he's a little tangled in the house lights he was supposed to be hanging, but some still adorably natural. He tries to pull his legs from Goten's grip, but the Son doesn't relent. He only gives Trunks a cheeky smile and presses their pelvises together. He pulls on Trunks' knees so that they squeeze his hips, because he likes the feel of having him so snug around him.

"We've got to finish Gohan's house," Trunks protest weakly as his hands fall to the back of Goten's neck.

"Gohan can decorate his own damn house on his own damn time. Right now, I'd rather be doing some explicit things to you against said damn house."

"You do know it's like 20 degrees, right? I'd rather not freeze my dick off, if it's all the same to you."

Goten groans. "Stop being difficult and let me love you."

Of course, Trunks' eyes roll, but he can't really object anymore because he's being kissed rather thoroughly. The house lights tangled on Trunks' torso are bright and illuminate his face in a myriad of colors as Goten sucks on his neck. His cheeks and nose are reddened from the cold, but the skin of his neck and—with some unzipping of Trunks' coat—collarbone is hot under Goten's tongue, and he just can't get enough of it. Trunks will bitch about the love-bruises later, but the Goten of the now doesn't really give a shit, and right now, he thinks Trunks doesn't either.

After a few moments—once he's shifted Trunks higher and those beautiful legs wrap tightly around his ass—Goten can't help but notice the fact that Trunks really has made no moves to be put down, and that the nails in his hair are scratching his scalp in just the right way. He's glad he noticed though, because it's a much more pleasant thing to focus on than a certain asshole who really deserves another ass-kicking right about now.

End