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: 1477

Rated M for language, eventual sexual scenes, etc.

So I did it, I made the sequel! Hurray yay woo! This story will also be updated every day of December like the previous on was. But yeah most of this isn't planned, because December really snuck up on me so, just a heads up... I hope you guys enjoy!

*You should probably read 'Our First Summer' if you haven't before reading this story, or you may get confused*

*2018 EDIT* so, yes, I am revising the sequel. I will try to post an update every day but y'all already know I'm fucked when it comes to schedules. Take comfort in the fact that I will undoubtedly have it all completed by December 31st.

I also changed the title. I like this one much better.

Our First December

Drabble #1- Thanksgiving Break (Revised)

"Knock! Knock! Knock!" Goten yells up to the ceiling, his back pressed against the wooden door. There are people down the hallways pointing and snickering at him. Other's give him dirty looks before pointedly slamming their doors. Well, you can't please everyone.

It's nearly ten seconds later when he hears a loud "Shut up!" coming from the other side of the door, before it violently swings open. He turns and comes face to face with the love of his very life, who is watching him with a very irritated-looking expression.

Goten smiles and leans in, pecking Trunks on his agitated frown. He loves that he can do this with no consequences. Goten could not speak for the whole country, but he was grateful that the other American students on Trunks' floor seemed, for the most part, indifferent to their relationship. A pleasant culture shock, if you ask him.

"Good morning, babe." Or at least, it was morning in the states. It was well past his bedtime back home.

Trunks rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. "Are you ready to meet my new roommate?" he asks.

"You bet," he says back brightly. Trunks' old roommate decided that the 'whole college thing' wasn't working out for him and moved out not too long ago. Conveniently, there had also been another student who needed a new roommate, and moved in with Trunks a few days ago, hence why Goten had yet to meet him.

Goten stepped into the room, only to turn and press his lips briefly to Trunks' cheek. "So where is he at?"

"Uhh..." came a voice that Goten did not recognize. He turned in the direction it came from and found out that he did not like what he saw.

A young man stood over by the window, looking rather awkward with his arms crossed over his chest. He was tall, with brown skin, and well-defined muscles shown from his sleeveless shirt. His chocolate eyes were bright, his teeth very white, and his long, braided hair framed his strong neck.

This guy was handsome, very much so.

'I'm not jealous. I'm not jealous,' Goten chanted to himself. He had thought that he was ready to handle Trunks being in the proximity of attractive males by now, but apparently, he was not. Not that he had much practice; Trunks' last roommate hadn't been all that appealing. Stringy blond hair, grungy frame, bloodshot eyes, and a slightly unpleasant smell—just the thought of that dude stealing his Trunks was nearly laughable.

Goten wanted that guy back, and right now.

"This is my new roommate, Tyrese Hill," Trunks says, oblivious to Goten's uncertainty.

"Er... Hello?" Tyrese says to Goten, holding out his hand.

Goten sized himself up, took the other guy's hand, and said confidently, "Herro, Tirisu Hiru."

A second passed. Then Trunks burst out laughing. Tyrese politely tries to fight it, up he is inevitably overcome as well. Goten is not sure what he did wrong, but his face heats up regardless.

And then, Trunks was speaking English. English words that Goten could not understand. A hodgepodge of mess was being spoken between the two roommates, and Goten could do nothing but watch in envy. He heard "Son Goten" throughout that mess, but that was all. He crossed his arms, and silently stared at the wall in annoyance and repeated his mantra in his head.

Well, he was silent, until Tyrese leaned down a bit, so Trunks could whisper in his ear. Goten—involuntarily—squeaked.

The other males in the room jumped in surprise, before Trunks started laughing again. Goten face flushed again and wondered if this is what tomatoes felt like on a day-to-day basis.

"Goten, you're worrying," Trunks says in their language, his arms crossed, and his hip cocked in a way that shouldn't be cute on a practically grown man.

"I am not," Goten grumbles.

"You are," Trunks replies, amusement written all over his face. "But I'm telling you, there is no reason to be worried."

He can't help but roll his eyes. "And why is that?"

"Because, Tyrese is straight, and has a girlfriend he's been dating for almost two years a few floors above us. Her name is Erana Finch and she's very nice. You two will probably get along."

Goten's lips form an 'O', before he blushes for the third time in the span of like three minutes.

Goten has exhausted pretty much all of the English in his arsenal, so he offers a sheepish, "Gomen," to Tyrese instead.

Trunks translates for him, and the other boy laughs a bit before nodding in Goten's direction with a smile.

Trunks walks towards his bed, where his folded clothes and other necessities await. "Let me capsulize my stuff and we can go."

Goten nods and looks towards the window. The Americans apparently celebrated a holiday known as 'Thanksgiving'. Goten didn't particularly care about the holiday since his family was not partaking in it (which is unfortunate because apparently it involves a lot of eating and Goten could definitely get down with that), but was thankful for it all the same, since it meant that Trunks would be coming home for a whole week!

Goten himself would still have school during the visit, but he would take what he could get.

He drops his head against the window. The glass was cold and foggy, but he could still see the little white flurries trickling towards the grass below. Goten thought it was a little early to snow, but then again, he wasn't quite familiar with the weather patterns in America.

Goten turned his head, and saw Trunks saying his goodbyes to Tyrese, before making his way over towards him.

"Ready to go?" Trunks asked.

Goten then furrowed his brow and grumbled an honest: "No." It was cold, and he had no desire to go back out there.

Trunks laughed, zipped up Goten's jacket, and pulled his hat over his ears. Goten leaned in for a quick kiss, but Trunks backed away.

"Hey," Goten says in frustration.

Trunks ticks his head in Tyrese's direction. "I like him, and I'd rather not scare him off, kay?"

Goten recognizes the English phrase, "thank you" coming from Tyrese, and Goten—already passed his original embarrassment, because he is a Son, and standard humiliating experiences don't affect him for long—laughs.

"Alright let's go," Trunks says, unlatching the window.

"Wait we're..." he looked over in uncertainty at the new roommate.

"Look at the poster over his bed," Trunks replies.

Goten indeed looks over and is surprised to see a picture of Tien on the wall. The hairless man is young, smirking, and levitating a few feet off the ground.

"Fun fact about Tyrese," Trunks says as he drops from the window. "His favorite fighter and role model is Tien Shinhan, despite him competing in the world martial arts tournament long before our time. So, no, Tyrese was not incredibly surprised when I told him that people can actually fly."

"Oh. Well, in that case." Goten leaps from the window and sticks his hand back inside. "Sayōnara, Tirisu-san!"

The boy waves his hand in Goten's direction. Goten smiles and does a flip just for Tyrese's amusement. He then speeds up to reach Trunks, whose shoulders are shaking once more with laughter.

"What?"

"We really need to work on your accent."

"What accent?"

Trunks just laughs again and bumps into him.

Goten bumps him back, and once they are both steady again, Goten asks, "So, what were you whispering to Tyrese about?"

He sees the corner of Trunks' lip quirk. "About how I've got an amazingly jealous boyfriend who will not consider the fact that the majority of men in the world are straight, and it would be rather unlikely that I would not only get a gay roommate, but one that was better than the one I already have."

Goten flushes. "Very funny."

"Oh, don't worry, it was."

"Whatever," Goten replies, taking Trunks' hand. "You aren't going to ruin my good mood. You're going to be home for a whole week!"

Trunks hums. "You're still going to be in school, and I have a paper to write."

"Didn't I just say, 'you aren't going to ruin my good mood'?" Goten says, pulling Trunks closer, and nuzzling his nose against his cheek.

"You might have mentioned it," he replies. "Now get off. It's hard to fly when you're clinging to me."

So, what did Goten do? He curled his arms around Trunks' waist and wrapped his leg around Trunks' knees, of course. Why? Mainly it's because Trunks deserves to be punished for messing with him about Tyrese earlier. Also, well, because he would not be 'Goten' if he didn't get on Trunks' nerves every once and awhile.

From Trunks complaints and efforts to break free, Goten figures he's successful.

End