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: 1416
Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.
Our First December
Drabble #29- Black Ice (Revised)
The silence was painful.
The isolation was worse.
Trunks wouldn't even so much as look at him. He only kept his eyes forward as they sped down the empty mountain road in his new car. Trunks' teeth chomped on the chewing gum in his mouth aggressively, while his free hand curled a strand of his hair. The car was cold, never mind that the heater was turned on, and the silence was deafening, despite the music pulsing from Marron's earphones. Goten liked to think that the girl didn't even notice the tense atmosphere, but that was only wishful thinking. Most likely she was using the music to disconnect herself from the situation going on around her. Goten envied her.
Goten wasn't sure how he felt about the silent treatment. He had no idea what was or wasn't going through Trunks' head, and he didn't like it. There were so many different scenarios playing out in Goten's mind, and he didn't like a single one of them. He knew they needed to talk, no matter how badly he didn't want to. He didn't want to argue, but it was too late for that. He was certainly angry enough to handle a shouting match. He couldn't find it in himself not to be angry with Trunks. Goten helped him, and Trunks had the audacity to make him out to be the bad guy? That didn't goad well with Goten, and he was going to fix that right now.
"Trunks—" he begins, but he's immediately cut off.
Trunks' eyes stay on the road as one of his hands leaves the wheel to halt Goten's words. "Please leave me alone."
Goten grits his teeth. "No."
Trunks' hand goes back to the wheel. "Of course not. Well out with it then. What is so important that you've got to say?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means what it means, Goten." Trunks' fingers tighten around his curled hair.
Goten huffs with frustration. "Stop pulling your hair."
"Don't tell me what to do, Goten!" Trunks shouts suddenly, his blue eyes filled with a furious fire, before they turn back to the road.
Goten narrows his brows. He only just managed not to jump back in surprise. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"You know exactly what my fucking problem is!"
Goten crosses his arms. "No I don't think I do, because as far as I'm concerned, what I did was right."
Trunks pops his gum. "Obviously, because every decision you make is the right one. My decisions don't goad well with yours? Screw it, just do whatever the fuck you want, because you're always right."
Goten stares at Trunks with anger and incredulousness. "What?"
Trunks' shoots him a side look. "Don't even do that, Goten. You know what the fuck I'm talking about."
Goten's hands tighten on the fabric of his own coat. "You think me giving Akeno what he deserved, was me doing what the fuck I want?"
"Yes, Goten, that's exactly what it was!"
"No, it's w—"
"Yes, it was, dammit!" Trunks whips his head to glare at Goten, his hand clenching tightly to the wheel. He then shakes his head and focuses back on the road. "I don't want to talk about this right now."
Goten's angry, so he slaps his hand against the dashboard. "I don't care, Trunks! I don't fucking care! You never want to talk about anything; it's always 'later'. Well, it's 'later' now, Trunks!"
"You just proved my fucking point! Do you have any idea how annoying it is that you just ignore everything I say to you?"
"What are you even—?"
"Of course, you don't know what I'm talking about, how surprising. How about we recap then, since you want to sit there and act like I'm crazy," with his free hand, Trunks ticks off with his fingers. "I asked you to leave me alone, so that I can calm down and keep from saying something I'll regret, but of course, you couldn't care less. I asked you not to fly out in the middle of a fucking blizzard, for your safety, Goten, and of course, you do it anyway. I ask you to leave Akeno the fuck alone, but I guess you couldn't do that either, could you? Your possessive instinct too hard to fight, I assume?"
Goten looks at him with disbelief, because he's being so unfair. "This was different! I had to do some—"
"You didn't have to do anything!" Trunks' hand beat against the wheel. "I never asked you to ride in with your white horse and armor and save me, like I don't know how to handle myself. I don't care what you thought was right. It's not your responsibility to run around beating up everyone who doesn't kiss the ground I walk on because you don't like it!"
"I guess it is my responsibility, since you won't do it yourself! You go on and on about how you don't need me and can take care of yourself, and yet you're doing a piss-poor job of showing it."
Trunks gapes at him. "So, I don't handle my problems like a lunatic and suddenly I'm helpless, is that it? Has it ever occurred to you that I don't go around punching everyone's face in because I don't want to? Has ever gone through your one-tracked mind that I don't always need to get 'even' or always have my 'revenge'? That maybe I don't want to let little shit like mean pictures dictate my life? It's called maturity, but I guess you wouldn't know anything about that!"
"So now I'm immature for sticking up for you?" Goten feeling stung.
"Yes! Did I not just say that? Sorry for not falling to my knees and praising you for embarrassing me and unnecessarily getting Akeno's skin all over my scarf when I specifically asked you not too!"
"Trunks, you aren't even making se—"
"I'm making complete sense! I don't care what you thought was right—I don't even care if what you did was right! I asked you to let it go. You wonder why I keep things from you, then turn around and do things like this! Do you really not see how constantly ignoring what I want pisses me off?"
Goten scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Alright, I slapped a guy who was posting disrespectful pictures of you, and that ultimately turns around to me disrespecting you."
"Exactly, Goten! You've known me your entire fucking life, and I have always done everything I could to treat you right and yet you can't do the same for me! I deserve better than whatever is happening right now, Goten!"
"So what are you saying?!" Goten growls.
"I don't know what I'm saying! All I know is that I'm tired of arguing with you over and over again about the same thing, and nothing changing! I can't keep going through this with you! I'm tired of being upset, and I'm tired of making you upset. So, can we just drop this conversation before we end up— fuck!"
"What are you doing?!" Goten shouts, his hands immediately gripping the dashboard as the car swerved.
"I'm not doing anything!" Trunks shoots back as he furiously spins the wheel. He stomps on the brakes, but the tires refuse to listen, and continued to slide down the vacant, icy road at over seventy miles per hour.
"Guys!" Marron says, her hands gripping on the back of the driver seat, utterly terrified. She looks like she's about to speak again, when another lurch sends her sliding to the other end of the backseat. She shrieks when she collides with the door.
When Goten looks over, he sees that Trunks has let go of the wheel entirely. Goten is even more confused, when he sees Trunks' body snapping his seatbelt as he spun in his chair. He's moving in almost slow motion by the time that Goten realizes that he's leaping towards the backseat, probably trying to get to Marron. Goten figures that he too should probably exit the car, when Trunks' retreating foot hits the wheel, causing the car to lurch again and his head to smack against something hard, presumably the door.
Goten groans and grabs his skull, thinking idly that the impact has probably left a very large dent on Trunks' car. The pain is almost unbearable, and Goten's vision is quickly clouded by black spots. The pain doesn't last long however, because the black spots have gotten so large that Goten can't see anything else.
Seconds later, he's unconscious.
TBC