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: 1029
Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.
Our First December
Drabble #17- Gingerbread Cookies (Revised)
Goten cranked his arm rhythmically to the beat of the classic Christmas song he was currently humming. When the thick batter appeared to be properly blended, he brought the spoon up to his lips and darted his tongue out to sample the sweet, cinnamon spice. Satisfied, he nearly drops the spoon back in the bowl when a hand around his wrist stops him.
"Don't you dare," Trunks says sternly, his brows narrowed.
Goten grins at being caught and says softly, "It's not like you don't have my saliva in your mouth and other places on a regular basis."
"Goten!" Trunks hisses just as quietly, his eyes darting over to his father. The man—thankfully—does not react to the suggestive statement. He remains completely oblivious as he naps away on the living-room couch.
Goten snickers while he washes off the spoon. He was almost sure that Vegeta couldn't hear a thing they were saying—the man slept almost as deeply as Trunks—but Goten knew better than to press his luck, hence why Trunks wasn't currently being passionately kissed on one of these countertops with delicious cookie batter all over him. That, and there were also children around, and Goten didn't really want to deal with two traumatized, demi-saiyan girls on top of a pissed-off, full-saiyan daddy.
"Here," Goten passed over a tray of a cooled-off batch of gingerbread. "Take this over to the girls."
Trunks takes the pan and delivers it to the dining room table, where Bra and Pan were decorating houses and gingerbread men (gingerbread people, Bra had vehemently corrected). The girls seemed to be enjoying themselves, and even helped with the cooking a bit. Baking this much food was tiresome—Chi Chi could certainly vouch for that—but why give all the work to little robots when there was so much fun to be had doing it together?
Goten, unlike his father and brother, took after his mother when it came to cooking food and baking. He may not be able to take Trunks to fancy restaurants or expensive shit like that, but he could certainly cook him an equally bomb ass meal. Goten took pride in that.
Several moments later, while Goten was preparing another batch for the oven, Trunks returned to the kitchen. He said nothing as he slumped forward against the counter and frowned at the cellphone in his hands. Goten had the nagging desire to slap his hand across Trunks poked-out butt.
He doesn't (the noise just might be enough to wake Vegeta). Instead, he cuddles up behind him and wraps his arms tight around his slim waist. Goten rests his chin on Trunks' shoulder, trying to inconspicuously peer down at the screen of the cell phone.
He only catches a glimpse of familiar lavender hair on the screen (a photo?) when Trunks clicks the phone off with the slightest bit of haste. He then squirms until he is free of Goten's arms, and backs away to the other counter.
"Okay, now I'm suspicious." Goten says.
"There's nothing to be suspicious of," Trunks insists, sliding his cellphone into his pocket.
Goten narrows his brow. "You say that, but it's really hard to believe you. Why won't you tell me?"
Trunks crosses his arms and his face hardens. "It's really none of your business."
Defensive.
"What do you mean 'it's none of my business'?"
Trunks' frown deepens. "I was under the impression that I was allowed to have a bit of privacy."
Goten's getting frustrated, but he also feels panic bubbling deep in his stomach, likes he's getting too close to where the water isn't safe.
"You can," he says far too quickly. He might as well stamp 'Panic Attack Imminent' on his forehead. He tries again, slower, "You can, but I'm worried about you. You've been acting weird."
"You don't always have to be worried about me," Trunks says. Goten wants to reply, but he's cut off by the ding of the oven-timer. Trunks fits an oven mitt over his hand and pulls out the pan of fresh gingerbread. Trunks ignores Goten when he walks over to stand beside him.
Undeterred, the Son reaches out and curls his fingers through Trunks' belt loop. Trunks says nothing but dutifully allows his body to be pulled back. Goten feels the slightest relief bloom in his chest.
Goten kisses the back of his neck, and as he wraps his arms tight around Trunks' waist and chest.
"We aren't fighting over this, right?"
Trunk's head falls back against Goten's shoulder, as he exhales a bit roughly. "No, so can we stop talking about it? I promise it's nothing."
"You'd tell me if it was though, right?"
Goten can feel the way Trunks hesitates, and he hates it.
"Yeah, I promise."
Goten doesn't say anything else, because he doesn't trust himself not to say anything he'll regret later. Instead, he holds Trunks against him; at the moment, he thinks they both might need it.
When the latest batch of gingerbread people have cooled enough, Bra bounced over to retrieve them. When Trunks quietly asks for one, she jumps high, and pops two of the cookies into their awaiting mouths. She barely gives them a second glance—Goten wonders what that says about their relationship that they can stand around cuddling for no reason and hardly anyone bats an eye—as she skips away. Goten doesn't say anything for a long time, even after he's done chewing the cinnamon cookie. He only hugs the other boy tight against him, feeling warmth that Trunks' words aren't giving him.
He doesn't say anything more on the matter though, because Trunks is letting Goten hold him, and Goten doesn't want to argue. He doesn't have the strength to go through that with Trunks, not anymore. Not after last summer. Goten wishes he could completely wipe those days away from his memory, even when deep down, Goten knows they shouldn't ignore it like this.
Goten doesn't care. He doesn't want to fight. He would be happy if they never fought again.
So Goten says nothing, only holds Trunks' body firmly as he swallows tightly around the rest of the gingerbread flavor.
End
In response to Guest: Lol I seriously doubt I'm out of that phase, it's too wonderful to give up! Also, I've read multiple stories were they had his name 'Trunks Vegeta Brief' and others were he was 'Vegeta Trunks Brief'. I don't think Trunks even has a middle name, which is why I like 'Vegeta Trunks Brief', because it seems more like he has two first names, instead of a first name and middle name. If that makes any sense xD
In response to : I'm glad you like my story! Also, another thank-you for the translation! I was hoping someone would fix that for me, since I know I've got a couple Spanish-speaking readers! Your help was greatly appreciated! :D
(The above responses were written in 2014).