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: 620
Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.
Our First December
Drabble #9- Ice Skating (Revised)
"Goten, slow down! You're going to break my ankles!" Trunks shouts as he tugged along, walking as fast as he can with bladed shoes on.
"Here"—Goten bends his knees—"get on my back."
"This is just going to make you break your ankles," Trunks replies. Despite this, he braces his hands on Goten's shoulders and hops onto his back.
Once Trunks is situated on top of him, Goten slowly stumbles over towards the rink. He amuses himself by pretending to drop Trunks, but his laughter is short lived when Trunks chokes him in his terror. Or maybe it's in revenge; he wouldn't put either past Trunks.
Once he's reached the entrance of the rink, he sets Trunks back down. He then takes Trunks' hand and slides the blades under his feet onto the ice.
He tugs on Trunks' hand when the other remains motionless. "Come on! The ice is fine!"
Trunks follows after Goten, only to pull his hand free and grip the railing around the rink so tightly it creaks warningly.
"I always get really good by the end of the night, and then come back next year and suck again," Trunks claims as he shuffles against the wall.
Goten laughs and grasps his hand again. "That's where the fun is! I get to watch you fall on your ass for an hour. Now get off the wall!"
"You're not any better at this than I am!" Trunks retorts but allows Goten to extract him from the safe-zone. They cling to each other as they glide—not too far from the wall, but far enough that they can pretend they are big boys—barely moving their feet as strangers zoom by them.
"Shit!" Trunks hisses, as his feet slip out from under him and his butt crashes to the ice. Goten bends over to laugh, but ultimately loses his own balance and falls to his knees next to him.
"Ha-ha," Trunks mocks before he crawls toward the wall. Goten follows—he wants to know why it seems like more strangers are threatening to run him over as opposed to Trunks—and clambers up onto the wall, giggling.
"That was an ordeal," Trunks says, fixing his hat back over his ears.
Goten gives him a sly smile. "Want to go again?"
"You know it."
They do indeed go again for nearly an hour. They only fell a total of two more times before they get the hang of it and were zooming around the rink, weaving through people rather rudely as they chased each other. They had to stop after a while though, because it was time for the Zamboni to do its run.
By now the Zamboni was gone, but they decided to take a snack break before skating some more.
"Aw, crap," Goten says. "I hate when they clean the ice off. It's gonna be all slippery and shit now."
Trunks nods his agreement as he sips his steaming cappuccino and drums his fingers against their table. Goten is bored and done with his food, but Trunks has his feet planted firmly on the cushion-covered ground and refuses to move until he's finished. With a bored groan, he looks past Trunks to watch the skaters on the rink. He chuckles in his head each time he sees someone fall over.
The one he is watching now is a pretty girl with pale skin and red hair. She laughs as a man reaches down and helps her back to her feet. Goten's eyes trail to the man, and his heart nearly stops in his chest.
This is too much of a coincidence It... couldn't be him.
Tall and broad, with blond-brunet hair...
Yep, it was definitely him.
Ugh.
TBC