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: 1115

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #10- Ice-skating II (Revised)

'Surely by now, I have exceeded the tolerable limit for the number of assholes one person can have in their life.'

It had been quite a while since Goten had last seen Cayon. Trunks had told him one evening that past summer that he left for some university in England, and Goten didn't ask for any information beyond that. They didn't talk about Cayon at all aside from then. Cayon was major figure in that awful night four months ago, and they never spoke of that, or the days that followed.

He looked virtually the same—his hair perhaps a bit shorter, maybe even a bit taller—but Goten figured that was normal. It hadn't even been three months. Not a lot of time for a complete makeover.

Not that Goten thought about Cayon's appearance nowadays.

He was still watching Cayon and the girl glide away when his knuckles were bumped. "Come on," Trunks says, rising to his feet.

Goten raised an amused eyebrow. "You finished, Your Majesty?"

"I am of royal descendant, so despite your tone, I take no offense from commoners like yourself," Trunks replies as he waddles back towards the rink.

"Commoner, am I?" Goten catches up to say in Trunks' ear. "A commoner who still manages to kick your royal assness at skating."

With that he slaps Trunks hard on the butt and waddles past him onto the ice.

Goten misses the way Trunks' breath hitches and the blush that spreads over his face but he definitely hears Trunks shout after him as he makes his escape. He's laughing so hard he falls over, and it's his hands that save him from face-planting tragically onto the ice. His bladed shoes scrap hard against the cold surface as he's chased around the rink. His arms whip back and forth quickly once he's gotten the hang of the whole skating thing again, with his boyfriend not far behind him.

Around and around the rink they go, until Goten fears that his ankles will fall clean off if he keeps these skates on even a moment longer, and slams straight into the wall.

Trunks shoves him in the shoulder, and Goten laughs and hugs him. Trunks rolls his eyes, leans back against the wall, closes his eyes, and breathes heavy puffs of cold air from his pretty pink lips.

When Goten trails his eyes away, he notices that there are a few people watching them, including Cayon, who is, conveniently, almost directly across from them. His eyes are narrowed, so Goten glares back. However, he... can't put that much heat into it. This phenomenon is very odd, too say the least.

Goten won't deny that he really doesn't like Cayon (how anyone could like such an asshole was beyond him). Cayon was annoying. Cayon was trouble. Cayon wanted his boyfriend, and for the longest time, Goten truly thought he could steal him—a stupid thought, he knows now, but one that bothered him greatly once upon a time ago.

Nowadays, Goten didn't think much about him at all. Cayon didn't bother his thoughts at night, didn't cross his mind when he was pretending to pay attention in school, didn't even cloud his judgement when he and Trunks bickered like he used too. If anything, Cayon seemed outdated. Old, overused, and worn out to Goten. Who cared about Cayon these days? Maybe his British friends, but certainly not Goten.

It came as a bit of shock to Goten that he really didn't care about Cayon anymore. He had bothered him for so long and now he just... didn't.

And then it hits him that Cayon probably isn't glaring at him right now because he thinks he's intimidating Goten.

He's glaring because he lost.

Perhaps Cayon wouldn't admit it, but it was true. Cayon wasn't a threat anymore, not to their relationship at least. And if a guy like Cayon didn't compare in Trunks' eyes to Goten, then couldn't that be said for just about anyone else? Goten felt a flash of familiar guilt. It took him a while, but he had started to understand what Trunks meant when he said Goten never had faith in him. Trunks has given him every reason to trust him, and it was Goten's own delusions that had almost caused their downfall.

Goten shakes the thought from his head, dispelling the almost queasy feeling in his stomach before it can start. He already promised that he would do better. Dwelling on it now won't accomplish anything—nothing good, at least.

He looked back over at Trunks. His pretty eyes were still closed, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold. Goten decided it was a rather beautiful sight, and fisted his hands in the Trunks coat. He resists the urge to flash Cayon a sly smile (he's above being petty) before he leans in and presses his lips to Trunks'.

Out the corner of his eye he sees Cayon roll his eyes (and he really can't fight the triumph he feels at that) as Trunks pushes him back.

"Gah!" Trunks says as he pulls away, his face flushed in that adorable way that Goten loves. "You've got to work on your obsession with PDA!"

"You're so mean, Trunks," Goten says with a pout as he nuzzles their noses together.

Trunks skates past him. "Whatever. Stay away from me, cretin."

"Don't skate away from me!" Goten says and chases Trunks around and around the rink again.

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Eventually, Trunks does notice Cayon. Goten didn't care when Trunks went over with a bright greeting, nor did he when they hugged. Goten didn't sneer when he heard the accursed nicknames: 'Blue-eyes' and 'Go-Go'. Goten didn't even flinch when Cayon whispered whatever the fuck he was always whispering in Trunks' ear. He politely shook hands with the pretty girl Cayon had apparently been dating for the past eight days, and he didn't roll his eyes when Cayon and Trunks promised to contact each other more often, and didn't even protest when Cayon's eyes lingered on Trunks' retreating backside longer than necessary. He only looked over his shoulder once, smiled, and flipped the other boy his middle finger. After, he turned back forward and skated away towards the exit with weeping ankles and Trunks' hand in his.

End