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: 2517

Rated M for language, sexual scenes, etc.

Our First December

Drabble #31- New Year's Eve (Revised)

"Why do I have to wear this?" Trunks inspects the blindfold in his hand. It was New Year's Eve, also known as: their anniversary. Goten had already bid farewell to the rest of his family before the lot of them left for a get-together at Capsule Corporations for the evening. As much as Goten knew his mother wanted him there, it was understood that it was their anniversary—their first at that—so she didn't protest too much.

"Because, this is a surprise, obviously," Goten replies as he takes the blindfold back. He wraps it over Trunks' eyes, and knots it in the back.

Trunks grumbles. "I'm not carrying you."

"Of course not," Goten says as he maneuvers the straps of his backpack onto Trunks' shoulders. "This is a big surprise, which mean I'm carrying you."

"... I don't consent to that either. If you just guide me, why can't I fly on my own?"

"Because there's no fun in that. Now get on."

Trunks exhales roughly, as he hops onto Goten's back. The Son shifts his hands to hold him up by his knees. "Besides, I wouldn't want you running into bricks disguised as clouds, or anything."

If he could have, Trunks would've rolled his eyes. "Yes, Goten, because that just happens all the time."

Goten chuckles. "You'd be surprised. Hold on."

Trunks arms tighten around his neck and Goten kicks off the ground. When he is in the air, he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his cellphone. He checks the GPS—as if he ever knows where he's going—and sets off in the desired direction. The air is cold and hard as it whips against his face, but he ignores it, because he knows the discomfort will be worth it later.

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Goten had to walk a bit to get to their destination, since he couldn't just drop out of the sky into a crowd of people. He is receiving a few strange looks, which is understandable given that he is carrying a fully grown, blindfolded dude on his back, but Goten is not deterred. He knows he's weird.

Waking up today made everything feel like some sort of bad dream. On the same day that Goten landed himself in the hospital, Bulma had coincidently discovered the online photos herself. Being the richest woman in the world, with many sources all over the web, Goten was honestly surprised that it had taken her so long. As it were, Bulma was not the least bit pleased about the photos (and there were lots, far more than Goten cared to look at), and promptly took matters into her own hands, any one else's opinions be damned. She had filed a police report, and Trunks hadn't had the strength to fight her about it.

Goten thinks that Trunks is secretly gladdened by her actions. Trunks may not want Goten fighting his battles, but not even someone as "mature" as him knew how nice it was to simply rely on your parents to take care of everything and know that it would all be okay.

Other than that, they did not talk much about him. Goten figured he could let their lack of communication on this particular subject slide. What more was there to say? What's done is done, and the only thing they can do at this point is the one thing Trunks kept trying to tell him: move on.

"Alright, we're here," Goten says as he halts his step.

Trunks slides off his back, and stumbles to get his footing right. "Okay, what's the surprise?"

Goten smiles, and walks behind him. He presses close, and unties the knot on the blindfold. Trunks blinks to adjust his vision. His eyes then widen, because on each side of him are fences, completely covered with locks.

His jaw drops. "We're at..."

"The 'Pont Des Arts' bridge?" Goten says with a grin.

Trunks whips around to look at him, gaping. "How did you know...?"

Goten mocks offense. "How did I know that you wanted to come here for our anniversary? Please, Trunks, I may suck at French, but I don't suck that bad. And you don't have to be embarrassed, I do think it's cute."

Trunks looks like want to roll his eyes but can't quite manage it. He gives him a sweet smile and leans in for a kiss. "Thank you."

"Reach into the side pocket on my backpack," Goten says when they part.

Trunks fiddles around in it. "Is this what we brought it for?"

"Partially."

Trunks arches his brow. "What else is it for?"

"You'll see in a minute. Did you get it?"

"Yeah," Trunks says, as he pulls out the lock. It's deep red in color and in the shape of a heart, with the key stuck in the keyhole. When Trunks looks on the back, he sees written in fine-tip sharpie:

To Our First December, Our First Year, and Many Others to Come.

December 31st, Age 784

SG x TB

Trunks grins giddily and pulls out the key. "I want to do it." He doesn't wait for Goten to reply and starts to scan the fence for an empty spot. When he finds one, he hooks the lock on, and latches it.

He then hands the key to Goten. The Son smiles, rears his hand back, and launches the key into the icy water below.

Trunks, still smiling wide, checks his watch. "There's ten minutes to midnight."

"That's perfect," Goten states. He abruptly spins Trunks around, so he can fish through his backpack. "Remember that day I was caught in the blizzard?"

"Yeah," Trunks grumbles. "How could I forget?"

Goten grins sheepishly. "Right, well, there was actually another reason I was out there. I had to find something."

"Find what?"

"This," Goten says and holds out his hand. In the center of his palm is a round, unidentifiable thing wrapped in a thick cloth. Trunks arches his brow, but at Goten's nod he dutifully unravels the cloth.

His eyes nearly bulge out of his head. "Where in the hell did you get an uncut diamond?!"

Goten grins and answers, "In a cave." It was big, and not all that pretty—it was uncut after all—but Goten knew how to fix that.

"We are going to break it."

Trunks looks at him, puzzled. "Break it?"

"Yeah, if we do it together, it should be no problem." Goten clenched the diamond in his fist, and held it over the water.

Trunks looks over at the other people on the bridge. When he sees that no one is paying attention, he gripped the part of the rock that Goten's hand didn't cover. Goten counted down from three, and then they both squeezed, hard.

The diamond shattered like ash off a cigarette underneath the pressure of their hands. The shards fell in a rain of glitter into the water below, and Goten quickly reached out with his free hand to grab one of the scraps before it too disappeared. It was round like a terribly bumpy sphere and just bigger than the size of his thumb. It didn't quite look like the diamonds one would buy at a store, but it was a far cry better than the dirty rock it looked like just a moment ago. Even still, it wasn't special enough. He had to make sure that there was no other diamond like this one in the whole world.

Improvising—and praying it would work—he pressed his fingertip against the stone. Concentrating, and hoping he wouldn't just destroy the damn thing, he zapped the smallest bit of Ki he could. Thankfully, the bright yellow energy didn't destroy it, but rather became trapped inside, it's light shining dimly through the diamond.

"Whoa, totally didn't think that would work! You do it now, Trunks."

Trunks looked transfixed at the diamond. "Alright."

Trunks had better Ki control than him and zapped his Ki through the diamond with more ease. Their energy molded together into one, and the light shined and glittered like a beacon before them.

"That's... that's amazing," Trunks said.

Goten smiled, and buzzing with nerves, pointed in the opposite direction. "I think that guy just saw us."

"What?" Trunks whips around, darting his eyes back and forth. He cocks his brow in confusion. "What guy are you talking about?"

When Trunks eventually gives up the search, he turns back around. He has to look down, however, because Goten is down on one knee, with the shiny diamond extended towards him.

Goten can feel the strangers' around them looking at him, and he fights to keep his nerve. "Okay, you probably know what I'm doing."

Trunks gaped for a second. "But... but I live half of the year in the United States. And you're... not even a legal adult yet."

"Yeah, well," Goten says as his heart pounds. This is not going quite like the proposal do on TV. "I'm not saying we have to do this right away—I doubt my mom would allow that anyway. I just figured, since I'm gonna ask eventually, why not now? I've known you my entire life, and I already know there's no one else I want to be with, and I love you. I know it's the same for you too, so what do you say, Vegeta Trunks Brief? Will you marry me?"

Goten knows without a shadow of a doubt that no one in the world has a more beautiful smile than Trunks. It's warm like a fire and bright like the sun, and Goten can't imagine his life without it.

"Yeah," Trunks says. "I'll marry you."

Goten doesn't really have a ring to put on his finger, so he just stands to his feet and wraps his arms tightly around him. He registers clapping in the background, but he barely notices. All he cares about are Trunks' arms that hug him tight, and the warm lips that are pressed against his own.

When their lips part, Trunks says, "I love you."

Goten's face is buried in Trunks' neck. "You love me?"

"Yeah." Trunks nods. "I do."

"Well that's good, because I love you too."

Trunks chuckles against him, and Goten treasures it.

A thought occurs to him. "Hey Trunks, I think diamond is big enough that we can turn it into two separate rings. How cool would that be?"

"I think that sounds good," Trunks says as he pulls away from the embrace. "Alright, I've got you show you my gift now. You definitely should've let me go first, you asshole. Mine is going to seem so lame now."

Goten just grins. "Now I'm even more excited to see what it is."

Trunks huffs as he digs around in his pocket. He pulls out a small box, complete with a tiny bow on the top.

Goten opens the box. Inside is a sleek black and silver watch, with digital bright blue numbers displaying the time. It looks vaguely familiar.

"Now, you can always count the seconds," Trunks tells him.

He's confused for several seconds, when it hits him. He remembers the that day so long ago, right before the summer started. It was the last day of his junior year when he tried to count down the exact second the final bell would ring, and Trunks had cheated with this watch. It was a different watch of course, but it was clearly the same model, and Goten felt it spoke the message quite clearly.

"Wow," Goten says, still completely stunned at the gift. "This is like, super thoughtful."

Trunks looks pleased with himself. "That's not all. Touch the glass."

Goten does as he's told. When his fingertip touches the screen, everything, including the time, fade away. Then, the entire face of the watch glows bright blue, and a paragraph of black words is revealed.

I don't know how long I'll live, but I know that every second will be worth a lifetime because it will be spent with you. I love you more than I did yesterday, but not more than I will tomorrow. I'll love you every day and I'll love you all my life. If ever you forget, look here and remember that I'm yours and you're mine and together we are timeless.

Goten doesn't know how he manages to look away from the words, but he does. Trunks' wrist is held up and through the edges of his bracelet he can see just barely see the same blue light peeking through from the inside.

"So, I stole your gift idea and modified it a bit," Trunks says, looking rather nervous. "I linked our gifts together. I made it so if you touch the glass or I touch the clasp, both of our messages will glow, no matter how far apart we are. I hope you don't mind. I just, well, I thought it'd be nice to always have a reminder at hand if I need it, and you'll always know when I'm thinking of you, and uh, vice versa—"

Trunks cuts himself off, his face growing mildly horrified because tears are filling Goten's eyes.

The twin tears fall, and Trunks' panic is almost laughable. "Oh fuck, please tell me those are happy tears."

Goten nods, but he can't say anything else. Trunks hesitantly holds out and arms and Goten dives into them, holding him as tight as he possibly can as he cries into his shoulder.

"Come on, you don't have to be such a baby about it," Trunks says, his voice fond as he rubs soothingly at his back.

"Shut up," he sniffles. "I am not. I love you. Gods, I love you so much."

"I love you too, babe."

Goten jerks back, his eyes wide and smile elated. Trunks looks like he swallowed something sour. "You called me 'babe'!"

"On accident!" he protests. "It slipped out, and it'll never happen again."

"To say 'it slipped out' implies that you were thinking about it."

"Your annoying behavior implies that you want your butt kicked. Not exactly how I'd start off our engagement but I'm adaptable."

Goten is about to reply with something undoubtedly both clever and witty, when loud shouting cuts him off. He pumps his fist in the air and joins in with the countdown. They had both gone through a lot this past year, and Goten really can't believe it's over. Goten won't lie; this was probably the best year of his life, and he's sad to see it go. He's excited though, because he's ready to start another year, hopefully just as great as the last. He's eager to make new memories, especially with the one by his side.

Once everyone has shouted 'Happy New Year!', Goten of course, jumps to get his New Year kiss. As he basks in the arms wrapped tightly around him and the soft lips dancing against his own, he can't help but think he's ready for a new beginning. They are ready for a new beginning.

No matter what it will bring for them, he knows they're both ready for it.

End

Special thank you too DBZgirl95 who inspired the idea of the proposal! I hope you guys have a wonder New Year! I love you guys!