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: 1261

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #14- Blizzard II (Revised)

"AHHHHH!" Goten screams, leaping high out of the frigid water.

He floats high above the ground for a moment, panting and shivering as he tries to comprehend the past fifteen seconds.

'I fell into the lake,' his thoughts supply helpfully. 'I fell into the lake during the worst snowstorm of the year and my ass cheeks might literally be freezing off. That is what happened.'

Out loud, he promises with a nod, "No one must ever know."

With chattering teeth, he lowers himself from the sky away from the water. Once his feet sink into the snow, he wraps his soggy, wet arms around himself. He was soaked through—which was rather unfortunate for the history assignment in his backpack and his phone—but at least his 'surprise' was safe. In addition, he was more than a little pissed off, but standing in the cold wasn't going to help his situation. He had come this far—even though it really wasn't that far in retrospect—he might as well keep going.

He also didn't fancy having his mother yell at him for being out in the middle of a snowstorm with sopping wet clothes. Yes, continuing forward to the other side of the world was definitely the best option.

Exhaling roughly, he floated back into the air. He was surprisingly exhausted, but he still forced his Ki to propel him forward in the direction that was out of this gods-forsaken forest.

He flew as fast as he dared, his body shivering all the way. He tried to remember some survival methods he'd seen on late-night television. Was he, or was he not supposed to remove all of his wet clothing? But that didn't make sense. He would be naked, and even colder!

In the end, he kept his clothes on.

It wasn't long before he was out of the forest, and then out of Japan. The blizzard lessened the farther out he got—particularly when he flew over the Atlantic ocean—but not enough to clear his path, or to stop irritating his eyes. He flew on though, wishing so desperately that he could go super Saiyan to warm up, but it would just be a waste of his time. He didn't think he had the necessary energy to attempt it as quickly and discreetly as he normally could. No point in drawing attention to himself by causing his erratic energy to disturb the land around him. The other Z-fighters might think he was in trouble when he wasn't.

No one must ever know.

Batting away the thoughts of how warm he'd be in his super state, Goten stopped flying and lowered down to the ground. Mainly because there was a city approaching him and he didn't want to risk trying to fly higher into the sky. Partially because he was getting alarmingly tired.

"This is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation," he muttered with no amount of irony to himself as he touched down in the forest clearing just outside the city. He was pretty sure he was in America, considering all the advertisements displayed in English ahead of him, he just wasn't sure where. He could see the tiny figures of people in the distance as he dragged his waterlogged boots along, but he wasn't going to bother asking for directions. His English was awful, and he was too cold to waste his time.

Just as he was stopping to take a break on a toppled-over log—and possibly a nap—a tiny, steadily-growing object caught his attention. He looked up, and gaped at the sight.

Up above him was Trunks, blocking out the sun with his body. Goten smiled; he was saved!

The smile slipped from his face though, when he noticed the way his love was seething, no small amount of pure anger shining through his blue eyes behind his glasses. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Uh oh," Goten mumbled, as Trunks dropped down in front of him. Goten barely had time to blink when Trunks' hand was slapping across his frozen cheek.

"Ow. Nice to see you too," he said, rubbing his abused skin. He supposed he deserved that.

"I am so pissed with you right now," Trunks said with a growl under his voice.

"Yeah, I can tell," Goten replies, a bit ashamed.

Trunks pinched the damp fabric of his coat and furrowed his brow. "Why are you wet?"

Goten quickly shakes his head. "I really don't wanna talk about it."

Trunks blinked at him. Goten wasn't quite sure he would get away with it, when Goten saw something small break through the anger in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Goten said, feeling like a right asshole. Trunks had nothing to say to the guilt on his face, because he was too busy shucking the wet coat off him and pulling off his soaking hat, leaving him in his grey sweater and pants. He threw the coat and hat down onto the snow.

"Stupid asshole, walks around freezing himself to death, worrying the hell outta me," Trunks mutters to himself as he tears off his own coat and manhandles Goten's arms into it.

The anger was primarily back again when Trunks said, "I'll buy you a new coat. Now come on, dammit."

Goten complied and wrapped his arm around Trunks' shoulder while Trunks wrapped his arm around his waist. With the other boy's added energy, Goten was able to get himself into the air. They flew high until they were hidden by the low clouds, and the gentle lull of their controlled speed made Goten even more exhausted, and he entertained the thought of letting Trunks carry him. He didn't though, because he was seventeen years old and didn't need to be carried, but also because he didn't want Trunks to think there was something else wrong with him aside from a bad case of the chills.

His resolve lasted about an additional two minutes. Trunks said nothing as he dragged the entirety of his weight along.

Goten trailed his eyes over. He didn't like the quiet; it was unsettling him.

"Hey," he said.

Trunks hummed shortly in reply.

Goten leaned his head against lavender hair. "I'm sorry I worried you."

Out the corner of his eye, he could see Trunks' expression soften just a bit. "Don't do it again, asshole."

Goten smiled, because yeah Trunks was still pissed with him, but at least they'd be okay. "Alright, I promise."

They are silent the rest of the way, and Goten doesn't mind one bit.

XXX

It's not long until they finally arrive at the campus. Goten can already see the window he's been flying in and out of for the past four months, completely wide open.

'Aw. He was in a hurry to find me.' Goten had already assumed so, considering that Trunks was out in public with glasses on—gasp! —but another reminder wasn't such a bad thing. It made him feel all cozy inside.

When their feet hit the threshold of the window, Goten pushed himself inside. He stumbled about the room, as whole new wave of exhaustion washed over him. He toed off his boots and stumbled over to the nearest bed, immediately plopping down onto it.

"Wait, Goten! That's Tyrese's bed, and he's got—"

By now, Goten has stopped listening, because he's tired and is quite certain that Tyrese—wherever he is—will understand and be glad to help Goten in his time of need.

With that comforting thought, he closes his eyes and allows sleep to overtake him.

End