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: 1399
Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.
Our First December
Drabble #13- Blizzard (Revised)
It took just about all Goten's willpower to not drag his feet pathetically while he exited his school. Snow whipped at his face the moment he stumbled from the doorway. He squints his eyes against the tiny white bullets and wrapped his arms around himself to preserve his precious body heat. He nearly slips down the stone steps and really it was a wonder that they did not cancel school all together. All the weather stations had reported that a massive blizzard would be upon them within the hour, along with an almost certain prediction of a city-wide power outage.
A bit daunting, but Goten would not be deterred. If he was going to be stuck inside anywhere, it would be cuddled up with Trunks in the good old US of A.
He bids his close acquaintances farewell before dashing down the street. He ducks down alley after alley until his position is discreet enough to fly off. Once he is in the air, however, he does not head west. Instead, he sets off towards his own home, or more specifically, the forests of Mt. Paozu.
He would be going to America, but he had a job to do first. So off he went, determined and very hopeful that the information his geology teacher had given him wasn't complete bullshit.
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Goten was experiencing rather mixed emotions while he left the cave deep in the woods several miles from his home. On the one hand, he could gladly say that his teacher had not been bullshitting him, and he successfully found what he was looking for. One the other, he was quite sure that the water flooding inside the cave had permanently fucked his shoes, and he still had to walk back outside into snowy hell.
He truly had not been inside the cave that long, but apparently it was enough time for the storm to completely ravage the clearing. A monsoon of snow swirled threatening through the air, so hardly anything but white could be seen. The once peaceful white trees whipped wildly like leaves in a breeze, and the plethora of branches strewn about the ground beneath the trees proved they were losing the battle. Even the normally peaceful lake was lapping dangerously in the action of the storm.
Goten thought back to several months ago. It had been his birthday, and he remembered jumping into that same lake with Trunks trapped in his arms. He had swum with Trunks in that lake, completely wrecked him against a huge rock in that lake, and finally swam back from that lake to a bunch of cool presents and a very uncomfortable-looking Piccolo. It had been such a perfect day then. Now it was just miserable and cold.
Everything was better in summer.
Goten stood at the mouth of the cave with his arms crossed, very annoyed. He couldn't wait it out; he had no idea how long he would have to stay here before the storm finally calmed. Trunks would be wondering where he was, and his mother would be pissed if he didn't call her. One or the other would have to happen soon, given that his cell phone was currently on 2% battery power—he was starting to regret his decision to watch 'Vines that keep me from ending it all' compilation videos on his phone for two class periods straight—right now. The latter especially couldn't happen while out here, for he was rather hesitant to speak to his slightly overprotective mother with the sound of frosty Armageddon going on in the background.
Cursing his foul luck, he swung his backpack off his back and opened it. He then took his newly found object from the cave and buried it deep into the bag (it wouldn't do for Trunks' nosy ass to stumble upon which was currently none of his business). Once the object was secure, he slung the bag back onto his shoulders and trekked out into the blizzard.
Goten couldn't disclose the information of what he had just placed in his backpack to anyone. The reason being that said object was to be a surprise for Trunks, to only be shared with him on the night of their anniversary. Or... what Goten supposed their anniversary was. Would their anniversary still be the first of January if they had technically broken up? They had been broken up for like all of four days, but he was pretty sure it still counted. He was still too afraid to ask Trunks where he stood on the issue. As was said before, they didn't indulge in this line of talk. Ever. They avoided conversation of this matter like the plague.
That thought, of course, only served to make his already foul mood fouler. He doesn't think he's ever had such a hard time flying before. He didn't dare go faster than the steady pace he was currently maintaining, but that did little to help against the wind that was whipping hard at his already cold body. His eyes were narrowed till he could hardly see against the sharp snow that scrapped at his frozen, red cheeks, and his arms were crossed so tightly over his chest that it was nearly painful.
He stopped flying when he felt his cell phone buzzing in the back pocket of his pants. Of all times, who and the fuck was calling him?!
On the screen was a picture of a lavender-haired boy giving him the middle finger, with the contact name reading 'Babe'.
His mood immediately brightened.
He stuffed the phone up under his hat to reach his ear. "Hey, babe!"
Goten had to cover his other ear to hear Trunks over the roaring winds. "Where are you? Have you left Japan yet?"
"Uh..." He regarded his shitty surroundings. "No, I... don't think I have."
There was silence for a moment—probably Trunks fighting the urge to call him an 'idiot' or some other rude name—before he finally sighed. "Goten, you have to stay there. I don't want you flying through this."
"Why? You callin' me weak, babe?" Goten blew air through his gloved-hand, trying in vain to warm up his frozen fingers.
"No, because they've closed all the flights in and out of Japan, which I suppose means nothing should be flying in general. Just stay there and you can come down when the weather clears."
"Nooo," Goten whined. "I don't want to be stuck in a house with Gohan and my mother! Besides, I'm already on my way," and before Trunks could protest, "I'll see you when I get there. Love you, baby!"
"Goten you better no—" Goten hears before Trunks' voice cuts off. He didn't mean to hang up on Trunks, but it was quite windy, and naturally, because the universe didn't think he had suffered enough today, his phone blew right out of his hand.
Panic overtook Goten and he immediately dived after it, weaving through wild tree branches in his determined pursuit to save his piece of shit phone from a terrible (and very expensive) fate. He had nearly reached it when he heard a loud cracking right over his head.
He whipped around just as the branch above him broke from the tree, which, naturally, had an icicle nearly the size of his whole body attached to it. Both objects were coming right at him and seemed very eager to impale him to death.
Goten sped out of the way as quickly as he could, successfully evading the rather frighteningly sharp point of the ice. Unfortunately, he was not able to get out of the way quick enough to avoid the opposite, fatter end of the ice, which in turn also meant he got smacked across the face with the tree branch.
He's embarrassed to say the impact brought stars to his eyes and caused his Ki to falter.
He grasps the sore spot on his forehead while his body simultaneously spins out of control, out of the trees, and out into the open. His head hurts, rather badly in fact, but Goten has suffered worse than a sharp blow to gorgeous face.
With that in mind, he gathers his bearings to begin flying again. He just barely has the necessary Ki pushed to his feet, when his back slams hard against a frigid surface, and he's completely submerged in the icy lake.
TBC
If you are wondering what 'object' Goten has, it's a surprise tool that will help us later. (Insert every episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse).