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: 1378

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #19- Snow (Revised)

"Goten, has it ever occurred to you that it would make more sense for you to carry me, when you want to show me a surprise?"

The Son in question wraps his legs tighter around Trunks' waist, his hands remaining as shields over his blue eyes. "Never, not once. Now, onward. We're almost there, babe."

He feels Trunks bristle as the snow crunches beneath his feet. "I swear, Goten, one of these days I'm just going whip around and punch you in the face as hard as I can. You can't even be mad at me for it."

Goten grins. "Don't worry, I'll understand, babe." Before Trunks can begin to curse him out again, he says loudly, "We're here!"

Once he stops walking, Goten slides his legs down and leans in to kiss Trunks on the ear. He then removes his hands and wraps his arms around Trunks' neck from behind.

The older boy is speechless for a long moment, before finally settling on: "Wow."

"Wow, indeed," Goten agrees. He had wanted to bring Trunks back here for quite some time. They had after all, had a rather eventful go of it out here, with fading sunlight and a ton of fireflies lighting up the clearing. It had been great, but that was in the summer, and he wanted Trunks to see just how different the same exact place was in the winter.

Goten did not particularly like the winter, but even he could admit that it could be breathtakingly beautiful.

The heavy snow from the night before covered the clearing in a crystalline blanket. The trees and fallen logs only had hints of brown still visible—all the rest was white powder that twinkled and glimmered in the sun. The snow fell easy and slow, and through the bare white trees he could see the lake in the distance.

He almost succumbed to the urge to stick his tongue out childishly at the partially-frozen body of water. He would not be letting go of the whole 'cell phone thing' any time soon.

Instead, he leans close to Trunks' ear to ask, "You know where we are?"

He nods. "Yeah, I do."

Goten smiles and rocks their bodies back and forth. "That was fun, wasn't it?"

Trunks turns his head, making his words brush Goten's cheek. "I suppose so."

Goten gives a short, little laugh. He then releases Trunks to stand in front of him. He grabs his gloved hands and swings their connected arms back and forth.

Trunks clears his throat. "My mother told me to tell you that she wants you to make some more gingerbread cookies for the Christmas Eve party."

Goten hums. "Are you going to help me?"

"Do I have too?"

"Of course!" Goten exclaims. He releases Trunks' hands, so he can throw his own arms in the air and spin around dramatically. "That's the point! We can all make cookies together; you know that's the type of shit families do. Maybe we can even get Vegeta to bake! Or decorate."

Trunks crosses his arms and arches his brow. "I seriously doubt that's going to happen."

"Whatever," Goten replies back with a grin. He shoves his hands into his coat pockets, and just watches him. Trunks is watching him as well, his blue eyes softening and his bottom lip slipping between his teeth.

His expression suddenly changes however, and morphs into a look of pure horror. "Shit, Goten!"

"What?" He turns around to see what Trunks is looking at, panic brewing in his chest. He only catches a glimpse of the snow-white wolf before it pounces and knocks him to the ground.

"Fuck!" He hears Trunks say, and out the corner of his eye he sees him running his way. Goten can't say anything though, because there is a snout rubbing frantically against his neck, and he's trying to squirm away from the awful feeling.

Trunks comes to a stop beside him, and gapes down at him, where he's cackling in the snow. "Wha..."

"Ha-ha-ha! Cut it out!" Goten shrieks, as he nudges the panting, smiling wolf to the side.

Trunks blinks stupidly for a moment longer before he snaps his jaw shut with a glare. "How cute."

Goten laughs again and ruffles the wolf's fur. "Alright, I'll visit another time, Rikkis, but you're really cock-blocking me right now."

The wolf then looks up at Trunks, regarding him, before climbing off Goten. The animal nuzzles Goten one last time, then it—with its tail held high—saunters off into the trees, and disappears from view.

Trunks blinks. "That was... random."

Goten snickers. Trunks always seemed to forget that the majority of the animals in the forest knew him and his family rather personally. "Jealous?"

"Jealous that you get to be mauled by forest creatures on the daily? Yes, I'm just drowning in envy."

"I think you're very brave for admitting that," Goten says gravely. Then he holds out his hand. "Come on, sit with me."

"But... ugh, I don't want to," Trunks complains. Despite this, he dutifully lowers to the snowy ground and crosses his legs.

Goten immediately scoots over so that his head can rest in Trunks' lap. He looks up, and sees Trunks' face scrunched in discomfort.

"What's with the face?"

"My butt's wet," Trunks grumbles.

"And ready?" Goten snickers.

Trunks flicks his temple. "You're not nearly as funny as you think you are."

Goten smiles and curls his fingers around Trunks'. "You actually think I'm hilarious, you just can't come to terms with it."

Trunks rolls his eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Goten."

Goten grin turns cheeky. Trunks says nothing back, but rather watches the slow descent of the snow falling while his fingers comb lazily through his dark hair. Goten, however, keeps his eyes on him.

Trunks is oblivious to the attention. From this angle, Goten can see that his bright eyes are shining with hints of white. His cheeks are slightly pink from the cold, and his lips, while a bit chapped, still seem smooth to the touch. His light lavender hair is exposed, and sprinkled with white crystals. Goten also notices that the tips of his ears are a furious red. Despite this, his hood—gods forbid Trunks wear a hat and it screw up his hair—remained resting unutilized against his upper back.

Then, suddenly, Trunks' mouth is open, and his tongue is out, catching the snowflake that falls right onto it.

Alright, Goten can't resist. He is going to pull some major Spider-man shit.

Controlling his Ki in just the right places, he floats until he is upside down and face-to-face with Trunks. The elder's attention is on him now—not that he has anywhere else to look—as if he's patiently waiting. Goten is pretty sure that Trunks knows what he's doing, and Goten always appreciates the rare times when he just plays along.

Trunks leans in a bit at the same he does and their lips connect. Goten's mitten-clad hands cradle Trunks' cheeks as their lips move against each other. Trunks' mouth is warm, and the tongue that presses against Goten's upper lip is hot. Goten swipes his own tongue against Trunks' bottom lip, in hopes that it has the same effect on him. As their lips move together, Goten slides his hands back, grips the hood, and pulls it over Trunks' head, before placing his fingers on Trunks' cheeks again.

When he finally pulls away, he doesn't move from his position. His thumbs rub against Trunks' cheeks as the tips of their noses touch.

"You're beautiful," Goten says.

Trunks blinks, before replying with the hints of a flush, "So are you."

"No, Trunks, I'm gorgeous. Get it right," Goten replies.

Trunks rolls his eyes, but he smiles a bit. "Alright, 'Goten the Gorgeous' it is then."

'Goten the Gorgeous'. Yup, that had quite a nice ring to it.

After another quick—well, quick is a subjective term—kiss, Goten floats back down until his head is settled in Trunks' lap again. He folds his hands against his stomach and watches the snowflakes fall over the clearing. For the rest of the day, he's going to stop being worried and upset, and just relax with the greatest guy in the world.

End