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: 1508

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #15- Flu (Revised)

The flu.

Tyrese had the fucking flu.

Goten's cough was deep and loud, racking his ribs so painfully that he didn't even bother fighting his pitiful moan. His throat was sore, his nose was stuffed, and his body ached. He was tired, his headache was agonizing, and he felt cold all the way down to his bones despite his impressive temperature of 104.

Fuck the flu.

Fuck winter.

Well, not 'fuck winter' he supposed, because Trunks was quick to tell him (whilst simultaneously jabbing him in the throat with a thermometer) that his sickness was not from the cold weather—that was apparently a 'myth'—but from the fact that he laid his head on Tyrese's used pillow. The reason why Tyrese was not in the dorm room, Goten learned, was that he was staying with Erana, who was nursing him back to health.

'Well then,' Goten thought, 'fuck Tyrese, too.'

... And keep the 'fuck winter', simply because it was a shitty season. A shitty season associated with the shitty flu.

"You alright, you big baby?" Trunks' voice called from his desk while he typed on his computer. His adorable black frames were still across his face as he turned his attention to the weakened Son.

"What are you doing?" Goten asked.

"Studying. Why, are you hungry? I can go to that restaurant down the street. They've got the best soup in town and won't get pissed if I buy out their inventory."

"Noooo, I don't want food," Goten whined. "I want you." He finished off his plea by holding out his arms and wiggling his fingers invitingly.

Trunks rolled his eyes, but nonetheless stood from his chair and crossed over towards the bed. Goten scooted over to make room, and Trunks dutifully slid underneath the covers next to him. They laid on their sides, facing each other, but Goten had no fears of passing his sickness. Trunks was rich, and supposedly had the 'best medicine money could offer'. Goten didn't really care for the details, just so long as his boyfriend didn't get sick.

(And he wasn't jealous at all, no sir, not one bit.)

"When do you have to leave for class?" Goten asks, grabbing Trunks' hand.

Trunks peered through his glasses down at the watch on his wrist. "In about an hour, but I can stay if you want me to. I've already got all the shit I'll need for winter break, anyway."

Goten hummed in approval. He didn't want to be the type of boyfriend who would come between Trunks' education, but if Trunks was offering...

Goten kisses his nose. "Thank you for taking care of me. You're actually not that bad at dealing with sick people. Why aren't you in medical school again?"

Trunks rolls his eyes. "Because medical school isn't going to teach me how to run the most successful business on the planet one day. And it's not like I really did anything. I just did what your mother screamed at me to do."

Goten bites back another giggle. It had been such a dick move to laugh at the time, but Trunks' traumatized expression while his mother blew his eardrums out over the phone about proper healthcare was simply too much for Goten to bare.

Abruptly, Goten shoots up and barely has time to fold his arm over his mouth before hacking coughs rock his body. Once the spell passes, he reaches over and grabs a tissue to blow his nose. Once that is done, he tosses the tissue towards the trashcan and falls back heavily onto the bed, groaning loudly as he buries his face into Trunks' pillow.

Trunks gives him a pitying look before rolling onto his stomach to pull his vibrating cell phone out of his back pocket. Goten tries to spy, but he can't make out anything worthwhile on the screen in the reflection of Trunks' glasses. There must be something there, though, because Trunks frowns deeply before stuffing the cellphone back into his pocket.

"What?" Goten questions.

Trunks curls up on their shared pillow and closes his eyes. "Nothing."

Any other time, Goten definitely would have pushed the issue, but right now he just isn't feeling up to it. Instead—so that the silence doesn't put him to sleep—he says, "Speak foreign to me."

"Huh?"

"Speak foreign to me," Goten repeats.

"... Why?"

"Because I'm bored, and you sound really sexy when you say shit I can't understand. Come on, speak Spanish to me, baaaby," Goten says, wiggling his shoulders in a little dance.

Trunks blinks, before saying, "You know, you're such an idiot. Who the fuck flies through a blizzard in wet clothes just to spend, like, two extra days with his boyfriend? Dorks like you, that's who. You were probably something like a dodo bird, or a turkey, or one of those deer that wait specifically for a car to come before hoping out into the middle of the street in a past life. I won't hold all the blame to you, though. You can't help that you are a dork."

Goten smiles and pulls Trunks' hand to his lips for a sweet kiss. He speaks against his knuckles: "Do more—Italian."

"I don't know Italian that well," Trunks replies. He still clears his throat, and speaks with a hint of a smile, "Remember two years ago when that brunette girl you were flirting with dumped all her fries on your head when you asked her out? The reason I laughed is because I paid her fifty bucks to do so. I won't say sorry because I cherish that memory close to my heart. I chuckle about it at least once a day."

Goten feels a bit of warmth pooling in his stomach, because whatever Trunks had said sounded really romantic. Goten supposed that was why they were called 'romance' languages.

Trunks rolls his eyes at Goten's smile, because it is the only way to keep from bursting out laughing. "Can I stop now?"

"No, come on, speak French now." Trunks was almost as good at French as he was at English.

Trunks sighs and looks away. His cheeks begin to flush pink, and Goten thinks that's very interesting.

"Okay so I know it benefits literally no one for me to ask you this in French, but could we go to the Pont des Arts bridge in France for our anniversary? I think it would be... cute for us to put a lock on the bridge. I know asking like this isn't going to get us anywhere but I'm embarrassed, okay? There, I admitted it. I said I would work on it, alright, don't give me that look. Or well, I guess you're not really giving me a look because you don't actually know what I'm saying but I know you want to give me a look and I'm telling you to knock it off, alright? Or I guess you probably wouldn't actually give me a look because you're all sentimental and would probably think it's cute too but I'm not willing to take that chance. I have my pride too you know and... and I'm not only rambling but also arguing with myself, fuck. Uh, well, I love you, I guess. I am only saying that because it's probably the only phrase you'll understand in whatever this mess of word vomit was. You should really work on your French."

Trunks ends with a deep breath and a very, very red face.

Goten blinks once, twice, before giving a sweet smile. "It's like liquid romance to my ears."

Trunks narrows his brow. "You're going to make me do English now, aren't you?"

"You know me well." Goten leans up and kisses his cheek. "Come on, this is the last one, I promise." Goten wasn't even sure he could stay awake long enough to hear more.

"Fine," Trunks clears his throat. "You are such a dork. It's hilarious how you think I was saying cute stuff to you just now, when in actuality, I was making fun of you and requesting for something that I'm too embarrassed to ask for in a language you can understand. I'd say, 'I feel bad', but I don't, and I will definitely have a good laugh about this later. Maybe if you had paid attention in English class, you would understand what I'm saying. But, just in case you did pay attention to anything our teacher taught us, I will say 'I love you' again. You should understand that. Dork."

Trunks peered down to see Goten's eyes closed and his chest rising and falling with his staggered breaths. If he wasn't asleep yet, he was certainly close enough. Trunks kissed his brow before grabbing his cellphone again. Once he was sure that Goten was asleep he would run to the restaurant down the street and pick up some soup that he would undoubtedly have to force Goten to eat later.

Chi Chi could complain about his competence all she wanted—Trunks made a damn fine nurse.

End