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... I also don't own "This Christmas", or "Give Love on Christmas Day".

Summary: 31 drabbles about Goten and Trunks' winter as a couple.

Word count: 929

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

I decided to take a break from the conflict for the next drabble or two, and just picked two of my favorite Christmas songs that my family and I listen too. Enjoy this song-fic lol.

Our First December

Drabble #23- Christmas Songs (Revised)

Hang all the mistletoe,

I'm gonna get to know you better.

This Christmas.

And as we trim the tree,

How much fun it's gonna be together.

This Christmas.

Fireside is blazing bright,

We're caroling through the night!

"And this Christmas, will be, a very special Christmas, for meeee, yeah!" The two youngest Sons sang in unison.

"Dun na, na, nana na, na, na, nana na!" Goten verbalizes the rhythm of the song loudly, causing the girl sitting atop his shoulders to giggle.

"Presents and cards are here; my world is filled with cheer and you," Goten sang as he stood on his tiptoes, allowing Pan to place an ornament high on the tree. They were decorating the tree a bit late this year. Chi-Chi refused to allow any decorating until everyone in the family was together, and so the moment she had free time, she had flown right down to Uub's village and quite literally dragged Goku back by his ear. The moment his father was home, his mother turned on her favorite Christmas CD, and the decorating tradition had promptly begun.

And as I look around, your eyes outshine the town, they do.

This Christmas.

"These romantic-y lyrics got me thinking," Videl said while adjusting a row of lights spread over the branches. "Where's your boyfriend, Goten?"

Goten looked around, but there was not a single hint of lavender in sight. "I'm not sure."

"Go get him. I'm sure he wants to decorate too!" Goku chimes in as Pan floats over to sit on his shoulders.

"You bring that boy down here," Chi-Chi finishes, her hand going wistfully to her cheek. "Poor thing, works so hard. He deserves a break." Then a determined look comes over her face. "But that does not exempt him from tradition!"

Both brothers give their mother a disbelieving look, before Goten promptly he exits the living-room. When he checks his bedroom, he's surprised to see that Trunks isn't there and moves on. There are only so many other places Trunks can hide.

Goten eventually finds him out on the balcony. Goten could hardly see him against the dark of the night, standing in only a hoodie despite the chill. The hood is down as well, and his hair is already a shade darker from the steadily falling snow settling and melting in it. Goten also notices two white wires treading from what he guesses is his front pocket up to his ears. He's listening to music.

Goten steps into the closest pair of shoes he finds and opens the glass door. Trunks seems not to have noticed, because he is still singing softly, "Oh, even the man who has everything, would be so happy if you would bring him love, on Christmas day."

Goten walks out the doorway with a grin on his face. The cold air chills his arms through his long-sleeved shirt, but he ignores it. The snow crunches quietly beneath his shoes as he walks over and wraps his arms tight around the older boy.

Trunks jumped, one of the buds slipping out of his ear. "Fuck, Goten! Why are you like this?"

"What are you listening too?" Goten asks as he takes the fallen bud and puts it in his ear.

People you don't know,

Smiling out hello.

Everywhere, there's an air

Of Christmas joy.

"Were you listening to this on repeat? I bet you were." This had always been Trunks' favorite Christmas song, ever since they were kids. Goten's favorite Christmas song—currently—was '8 days of Christmas' by Destiny's Child. What could he say? The song was hot, and the music video was bangin'.

Yes, Goten knows 'cool kid' lingo.

Trunks scoffs. "Shut up. I didn't come out here to be judged by my great taste in music."

Goten grins and buries his face in the heat of Trunks' neck. "Why don't you give love on Christmas day?"

"The man on the street and the couple upstairs, want you to know there's someone who cares," Trunks sings along, dropping his head back against Goten's shoulder.

"Give love, on Chriiiiiistmas daayayay!" they sing highly together in their best efforts to match the pitch.

"Why don't you give loooove? There's someone who needs it right now. Radadadada!"

Trunks bursts out laughing, and Goten follows him.

After a moment, when they can speak without giggles, Goten tugs at him. "Come on, let's go back inside before my fingernails freeze off."

Trunks' body doesn't budge. "Go ahead, I'm fine out here."

Goten arches his brow. In their ears, the song—which was indeed on repeat—starts to play again. "Yeah, but you can't help decorate from out here."

Now Trunks is giving him a confused look. "But your mother said it was a family tradition?"

Goten blinks at him, the two brain cells he has at his disposal trying their hardest to make sense of what he's being told.

Then it clicks, and a warm feeling blooms in his chest and spreads all over his body. He squeezes Trunks tightly and kisses him deeply. Trunks squeaks underneath his lips.

When he finally pulls away, he says, "Trunks, you beautiful idiot, you are family."

Trunks has the audacity to look speechless at his declaration. He finally settles with, "Oh."

Goten sighs and pulls him towards the door. "You're lucky you're cute. Come on, then, give us some love, Trunks."

"It's not actually Christmas day, yet," he says, but follows him anyway. He's humming the tune of the song again and doesn't bother to hide his own joy shining brightly in his eyes.

End

"This Christmas" ~Donny Hathaway.

"Give Love on Christmas Day" ~Johnny Gill.