Goten woke up feeling odd; as if something was about to happen, or had already. He yawned and flung his legs over the side of the bed. "Ack!" He yelped as cold air hit his skin. Goten grabbed blankets and yanked them over his bare skin. Glancing out the window, he did a double take. The ground looked like white velvet, folded gently over the hills and trees.

Snow!

Guess I don't have to go to school today, the sixteen-year-old thought. Although it's not like there's anyone here to make me anymore... Suddenly he heard the front door open, slam shut, and a pounding of feet down the hall. He grinned. His bedroom door burst open and a purple-haired teen skidded in, breathless. Goten laughed inwardly. The older boy still got excited about snow. In fact...He was dripping it all over the floor...

"Dork, you're getting my floor all wet!" Goten said before Trunks could begin babbling. Trunks' mouth opened as if he were going to say something, and he smiled a half smile.

"Gomen.....But it sn...."

"I know, I know, snowed," said Goten, chuckling. "Your nose is red. So are your cheeks. Looks like you got into Bra's make-up. Again.''

Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, come on come on comeoncomeoncomeon....." He began dragging a laughing Goten