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: 1194

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #20- Power Outages (Revised)

Trunks had been thoroughly pissed when the lights shut off.

Goten didn't really think much of it. His home was in the woods after all; he was used to there being electrical issues. Goten can empathize a bit though, because Trunks happened to be typing left over bits of his homework, and without the power, there was no way to keep his computer running for long.

And to top it off, Trunks' phone remained completely dead over in the corner, where it was still plugged into the useless outlet.

Goten, however, only laughed at his frustrated boyfriend as he pulled out the spare blankets. His mother had left—she'd went to Gohan's house, where she could properly protect granddaughter from the 'unforgiving cold of a winter night'—and hadn't returned in quite some time. With the house cold, dark, and empty, what was Goten's first suggestion to past the time?

Sex, obviously.

And, amazingly enough... Trunks had conceded.

Now they laid side by side on Goten's bed in almost total darkness. Their bare chests rose and fell quickly in their efforts to regain their breaths. Goten wipes the beads of sweat away from his forehead and stares up at his dark ceiling.

After a while, Goten hears Trunks asks, "So, when is the power going to turn back on?"

Goten turns his head to look at him, incredulous. "You just had mind-blowing sex three minutes ago, and you want to know when the power is going to come back on?"

The corner of Trunks' lips pulled into a smirk and his eyes dart over in a side-glance. "Well, I wouldn't exactly say mind-blowing."

"Mhmm. You could have fooled me, with how loud you were screaming."

Goten thinks Trunks might have flushed, but he can't tell in the darkness. It would make sense though because, well, Trunks can't really deny that can he?

The other boy clears his throat, and says, "Alright, I'll give you breath-taking."

"I'll take it," Goten replies with a smile.

Trunks' arms stretched over his head as he turned over onto his side. Goten watched his back for a moment, before he spoke, "The power probably won't come back on until tomorrow. I professionally advise that you watch 'The Fault in Our Stars' with me when it does."

"I guess, but I'm pretty sure we already watched that," Trunks answered as he snuggled against the pillow.

"I know, but my mom wants to watch it, and I have to build up an immunity so that I don't cry again. Seriously, I don't think I ever cried so hard in my life."

Trunks' voice is small when he says, "I have."

Silence follows the confession. Goten's eyes go wide and his heart starts to pound in his chest. He had been kidding about crying during the movie (Trunks knows this, they did in fact, watch it together), but Goten is almost sure that Trunks is being serious. Trunks can't be referring to... that, can he?

But he is, Goten knows it. He knows it, because he doesn't think he ever cried so hard in his life—excluding the loss of his mother and brother so many years ago, but those don't count, because nothing can top death—either. He feels a little twist in his heart, because he honestly can't believe that Trunks brought that up. Almost five months they'd gone with bringing it up, and now, suddenly, it was out into the open.

Goten didn't know how he felt about that. Goten didn't know what to say.

Abruptly, he thinks he doesn't want to say anything. He doesn't want to say anything about this at all, ever.

He has to say something, though. This silence is already uneasy, and it will only grow and grow until it swallows them whole.

He rolls over, until his lips are against the back of Trunks' neck. "Yeah?" he says against his skin, trying with all his might to keep the tightness he feels in his chest out of his voice.

"Mhm," Trunks hums. "'The Boy in the Striped Pajamas' might have been the saddest movie ever made. Nothing can top it."

Goten is not a complete idiot; he knows that not what Trunks meant at all, and he knows a deflection when he see it. Yet just like that, Trunks has steered them back to where the weather is clear.

Goten, with the tension easing away and feeling all the more a coward for it, lets him.

Goten hums in agreement (that was a sad movie, after all) and trails his lips across Trunks' neck and shoulders. The other boy fidgets as pale fingers run over his abdomen and across his chest to tweak at his nipple, all while little kisses were being pressed against him.

Goten's hand slides down his hip. He then grabs the underside of Trunks' knee and lifts his leg into the air. "You want to go again?" he whispers against his ear.

Goten loved when Trunks was like this. No hesitation. No resistance. Only compliancy, only desire, all for him.

Trunks, with eyes lidded with lust and cheeks tinged pink with want, whispers back, "Yes."

And so they do go again. And then half an hour later, it's followed by touches done only with their mouths. An hour after that is more sex, propped up on the wall Goten's bed was pressed against.

And finally, spent and curled around each other, they sleep.

XXX

It was early morning by the time the power cut back on. Goten awoke to the brightness of his ceiling light illuminating the room and shining annoyingly in his face. With a huff, he untangles himself from Trunks and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. He stretches and yawns while he trudges over towards the light switch. He stops when something on the floor catches his eye.

Still plugged into the now working outlet was Trunks' cell phone.

He turns his head and looks over at his boyfriend. He's lying there with his lavender hair wild around the pillow, his eyes shut, and his lips parted in his deep slumber.

'Like sleeping beauty,' he thinks.

Goten can't find the humor in his statement. Not with the accursed cell phone sitting right by his toes. The same cell phone that's contents had Trunks so upset and yet refusing to tell Goten the reason as to why.

Don't do it.

Relationships are about trust.

He thinks about the way Trunks brushed him off in his kitchen, and about how Trunks acted in the mall and feels something in his chest go very sour.

His conscience has nothing to say to that, so Goten drops to the floor and picks up the device. He types in the overly-complicated password and clicks on the text message app.

It takes a bit of scrolling and reading, before anger begins to sprouts through him. He sets the phone back down before his grip can crush it completely. He is pissed, more than pissed, and at the moment, he's not quite sure with whom.

But he definitely knows who's neck he wants to break, and as soon as possible.

End

In response to Guest: You have no idea how happy it makes me that you think I'm a good writer :). I plan to have the story done by the 31st, so long as nothing else screws up the schedule I'm on.

In response to trunksxgotenluv: It's just a matter of preferences. Personally, I don't like bottom!Goten, or stories that are set around 'dominant saiyans' and 'submissive saiyans', or mpreg if it's not for DBZ or Harry Potter because those just seem weird to me. Everybody's got different stuff they're into xD.

In response to BringerofDarkness96: In my mind, I like to think of it as when a saiyan male is heat, they aren't really DYING for sex, but rather a sort of protective fluid (I don't know, amniotic or something) kind of coats the walls of the anus—did you know that there are bacteria in the anus that would basically kill living sperm?—to even begin with. Then I guess an, er, canal leads to the womb would then be accessible, because as you probably know, the anus just leads to the stomach. This would, of course, make the possibility of male conception realistically rare. Labor wise, I figured that yes, the baby is supposed to come out the same way it came in, but of course, the possibilities of that happening are slim to none. Which would make labor more difficult and life-threatening for both the child and the child-bearer. So, the new-aged saiyans that had the technology to do so would resort to C-sections. Earlier/primitive saiyan males probably wouldn't even have the child survive to full term anyway, assuming that male pregnancy in itself would be more difficult, and require a lot of medical attention. But basically I don't like mpreg unless it's for DBZ and Harry Potter, because I can at least attempt to have it make sense. Lol I also apologize for my paragraph-long rant, just sharing my views xD. I'm glad you like my story!

(The above responses were written in 2014).