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: 1187

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #7- Sledding (Revised)

Goten can't help but smile at the laughter he hears in his ear. They can fly themselves, but Bra and his niece still giggle gleefully atop his shoulders as he floats up a steep, snowy hill. Behind him is Trunks, who is carrying a bright orange sled with him.

When he reaches the top, he drops the girls ungracefully onto the snow. They are still laughing and struggling to right themselves when Trunks touches down beside him. Goten pecks his boyfriend's cheek and takes the sled from him. He places it down in the snow and situates it so that it tips just so.

"Alrighty, get on!"

The two girls shuffle so that they are sitting on the board together, with Pan in the front. Goten is sure to wrap Pan's scarf firmly around her nose, because he knows from experience how shitty it can be to have flying shards of snow in your face.

Goten moves behind the board and jostles it a bit. "You guys ready?"

They both shout, "Yeah!" and Goten wastes no time pushing them off the hill. He laughs as he watches them scream and bump about on the board, before they finally fall off in a tangle of snow.

Goten turns look up at Trunks. He stands there with his puffy arms crossed, a fond look on his face as he watches the girls scramble back to their feet.

Goten nudges him in the leg. "Hey."

"What?" Trunks questions, dropping his gaze.

Goten ticks his head to the left. "Want to go for a ride? And I mean that as non-sexually as possible."

Trunks rolls his eyes at the last comment. "No, I'm cool up here."

"Come on," Goten whines and wraps his arms around Trunks' leg.

"No, screw that. I'll be fucking nineteen in five months, and I'm not riding a sled designed for a ten-year-old. Besides, when I fall off, I'm going to be bouncing all over the fucking place and I don't want to get all wet... shut up, Goten."

Come on, anyone would have laughed at that.

"Pan!" Goten shouts down the hill. "Throw that board up here!"

The girl nods as she lifts the board high over her head and throws it with enough force to keep it from flopping wildly in the air. The board hits Goten kind of hard in the gut, and he coughs awkwardly to cover it up.

Trunks grunts as Goten grabs his wrist and yanks him to his knees. "Goten, I'm not getting on that thing with you."

"Come on, babe." Goten presses his nose against Trunks' cheek and smiles at the annoyed side-look he receives. "I promise I'll reward you for it later."

Trunks turns his head so that their noses bump. He arches his brow over lidded blue-eyes as he questions, "Are you sure this 'reward' is for me, and not you?"

"Perhaps it's for both of us," Goten concedes. "2-in-1, sounds pretty good to me. Now get your ass on this board and enjoy life with me."

Trunks grumbles as he's pulled onto the board. "Why do I have to sit in the front?"

"Because you have the scarf, now cover up your pretty little face," Goten replies as he seats himself behind Trunks. He knows that Trunks is being difficult because of his whole 'maturity thing', but Goten isn't completely stupid, and knows that Trunks really wants to do this, reward or no reward.

But... the reward is still pretty nice.

"Lean forward," he says to Trunks, and he thinks he might feel the tiniest bit of adrenaline pumping through him.

Trunks indeed does lean forward, and the board tips down the hill.

Inconspicuously—so that Trunks does not notice—Goten spreads his hands out behind him, and lets out a burst of Ki. The energy is small, and dissipates quickly, but it affects their speed almost dramatically so.

It... was not a good move...

"Shit!" Trunks shouts. Goten is a bit surprised, because Trunks usually refrains from cursing in front of children... Goten isn't all that surprised though, because he's cursing a bit as well. The board jumps like a bull rider over the snow. Shards of crystal nip at Goten's cheeks, and he's glad that Trunks had the sense to cover his exposed skin with his hands, because he bets it's much worse for him.

And then, the board was no longer underneath them—Goten thinks it hit a rock, because it kind of flipped over, and flung them a bit—but they were still flying. Bouncing and rolling down the hill they went, their bodies painfully tangling, then separating, and repeating over and over. Goten thinks he just did a backwards somersault, and then kicked Trunks in the ear, but he can't tell. When he tries to open his eyes, he sees flying snow—and Trunks' knee when it hit him in the cheek—and all he can hear is his and Trunks' grunts and shouts as their bodies bang against the snow-packed ground and each other.

The ordeal finally ends with a final collide of their bodies. There's a banging in Goten's head, and he can't help but groan out loud as he buries his face into Trunks' armpit.

Once his headache passes, he registers that the body underneath his is shaking. He looks up, and sees Trunks smiling and biting his lip, like he's holding in giggles.

Goten pinches the fabric of Trunks' coat. "You're all wet."

Trunks releases his lip as loud laughter spills from him. Goten laughs with him, so much that his sides start to hurt. That doesn't deter his good spirits; if anything, they make him laugh harder. He's feeling very much so like an idiot, and his spine is aching something fierce, but goddammit this whole situation is just funny as hell.

After a moment, they are quiet. Goten leans down for a quick kiss and asks, "Did you have fun?"

Trunks' voice is soft as he admits, "Yeah, I did."

"See? I knew you would! This is why you should listen to me. You would enjoy life at least five times more if you stopped resisting my wonderful way of living."

"That might be the most mathematical thing you've said all year."

"Whatever." Goten rests his head against Trunks' shoulder, and wraps his arm around his waist. "Don't even try to move; we're laying here."

Trunks' head tilts to connect with Goten's. "We can't. We've got to get Bra and Pan back for dinner."

Goten hums, and snuggles closer. "They're smart; they'll find their way home."

Trunks chuckles. "You're a mess."

"I'm your mess," Goten corrects.

"You say that like it's a good thing." Trunks smirks.

"It is, jerk. Now shut up; you're ruining my content nature."

Trunks laughs again. Goten closes his eyes and enjoys the sweet vibrations of the body beneath his. He wonders how long he could lay here, resting, and listening to Trunks laugh, before he finally gets bored. He thinks it could be a long time.

Or, at least... until the snow starts freezing his balls off.

...Whichever comes first.

End