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osakigitsune · 3 years

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Sharing a Part of You

Tiny delicate fingers resting in hers, she leads the three-year-old to the closest apple orchard to their quiet abode.

Roaming the premises, she examines her surroundings. There was something peculiar about this area that she couldn’t put her tongue on. What was that?

Raising his chin, Goten gazes up at his mother. “Mama, why ya lookin’ like that?”

Caught off guard, she lowers her eyes, meeting her son’s. “Whatcha mean, Goten? I’m just lookin’ for a tree that I can raise up an’ have ya pick a few apples. We don’t need a lot.”

“Gohan said that ya wanted ‘ta make a pie. Can I help ya make it, mama?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Ya can help me stir in the ingredients an’ wit’ the crust. Mama is gonna cut the apples - that’s grownup work, kay?” She retorts, hoping he wouldn’t make a fuss if she measured everything and let him plop it in.

“Kay! I can do that.” The small boy chirps, happily striding next to his mom. Tail swishing side to side, he studies the area for a tree short enough for his mother to raise him and have him pick the apples. That was what she had said they would do, right?

“Goten, this direction.” She dictates, tugging his hand slightly, indicating what direction they need to go.

Eyes widen, and he bickers softly. “Mama, there’s a tree over there that we can pick. Can’t we go there?”

“No. I already have a tree in mind. We’re usin’ that one.” She firmly necessitates orbs locked ahead.

“Why? They’re all the same, right?” The small child questions, lips pursed in wonder.

“To a degree, but this one is sentimental ‘ta me.” She grins, reminiscing already about when she and her Goku-sa last came, right when Gohan had been born.

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Waiting in line with his recently born son and wife, Goku tilts his head back, annoyed that this was taking so long to get into the orchard. All they had to do was pay a fee to pick apples, so what was containing everyone from moving swiftly? He couldn’t deal with it. If it wasn’t was Chi-Chi insisting that they went as a family, he wouldn’t have gone! Shifting his gaze, he analyzes his wife. What was up with her and that baby? It was getting more attention than he was, and they no longer had time to pleasure each other! Didn’t she know that he craved her?!

Lifting her eyes, her lips press into a thin line, concerned. “Goku-sa. Why ya starin’ at me like that? Ya look like ya wanna...do it….”

“Yeah? What ’bout it?”

Eyes going round, her body stiffens. How could he say that in public?! In front of their baby?! Gohan couldn’t hear them talk about such scandalous things! “Goku-sa! Not here! Not in front of Gohan!”

“Chi-Chi, stop actin’ like he understands what we’re talkin’ ’bout. He’s a baby.” Snickering, he turns his body and crosses his arms irritated at his young wife. “Ya sure give him more attention than anyone else out there.”

Confused as to what he was talking about, she stares blankly at him. What did he mean by that? Of course, she needed to give their son attention! “He’s a baby! Ya think he can take care of himself! He can’t feed, change, or take care of himself!” Droplets forming in the corner of her eyes, she bows her head in frustration.

Hating when his wife gets upset, he pulls her close. “Chi-Chi, don’t cry.”

Her hands around placed against Gohan, she embraces him tighter. Putting him in a sling before they left, she kept him close to her heart. It was said that a mother’s heartbeat soothed a baby. Heck, she believed all the old wife tales for the most part - there had to be some logic behind it all! “Stop it. I don’t wanna hear ’bout ya tryin’ ‘ta get me ‘ta forgive ya. I won’t do it.”

“But Chi-Chi...I hate when you’re mad at me...it bothers me an’ I can’t think straight the rest of the day.”

“I don’t care. Ya did it ‘ta yerself an’ ya can deal with it, mister.” She grunts, stomping ahead of him. It would have been no surprise if anyone stepped forth due to them being distracted by each other. Then who knew what people’s morals were here.

Pursed lips, she follows behind his wife. Defeated, he questions if she’ll let him sleep in bed with her. He hated when she did that. Being close to her was always one of his favorite things. Especially when he got to hold her and listen to her breathing and heartbeat. There was something about her that he had grown to love unconditionally. He couldn’t get enough of her; perhaps that was why they made a baby so soon. He was told to be careful, then he didn’t know necessarily what he was doing - his Saiyan instincts took over everything for him.

Right at the window, he plops plenty of cash for the employee and bolts away after scooping his wife and child with him. “Let’s find a tree, dontcha say?!”

The petite woman stares at him in horror. How could he behave in such regard?! Didn’t he have any standards?! “GOKU! PUT US DOWN RIGHT NOW! PUT US DOWN!” She screams, fighting him.

“Chi-Chi, calm down. It’s gonna be okay. I promise ya.” He assures her, trying to soothe her nerves. Why did she always have to be so tense?!

“Put. Me. Down.” She demands, knowing full well that Goku knew better to behave like this in public and their newborn. Clinging to her baby, she holds him close to his heart. “Goku-sa...this ain’t safe. I don’t care what ya say.”

Landing on his feet, he helps his wife to her feet. “Chi-Chi, relax. You’re too tense. Ya need ‘ta loosen up, Chi.”

Letting Gohan lay firm in the sling, her nose ruffles. “I can’t when yer goin’ around not carin’ ’bout nothin’! Sometimes I swear ya don’t even think ’bout whatcha doin’!”

Rolling his eyes, Goku sighs and walks away. “I do. I wanna spend time with ya, but ya rather would spend time with Gohan. Ya don’t have time for me anymore.”

Anger slipping, her expression softens. “That’s how ya feel? I...I didn’t know….”

“How could ya when all ya do is pay attention ‘ta Gohan? I get it. Ya don’t have as much time for me anymore, though I want ya like crazy.” He admits, eyes averted from hers. He couldn’t let her see him like this - vulnerable for her.

Biting her lower lip, her lips soon part. “I... I’m sorry that I haven’t been givin’ ya that. I...I just feel worthless sometimes, have been since we had Gohan. With the stretch marks I have, ya goin’ ‘ta train, him strugglin’ at night, not drinkin’ how he should, I feel like I’m a horrible mother, wife….”

Raising a brow, he’s baffled that she thought that way of herself. “...who told ya that? I don’t feel that way ’bout ya at all...in fact, I can’t get enough of ya, Chi. I wish ya would let me touch ya more.”

Tears streak down her face. How could she let herself believe this?..and the fact that he now knew made it worse. She hated herself for how she felt. “...yer just sayin’ that ‘ta say that. I know it.”

Approaching her, he slides his hands along her jaw. “That ain’t true. I could show ya right here an’ now that it ain’t.”

Lashes fluttering, her optics scan his, knowing that he had to be making this up. “Don…”

Breaking her off with a kiss, the Saiyan holds her firmly in his arms. He couldn’t get enough of her, and having her diss herself passed him off. How could she talk about herself like that?! Didn’t she know how wonderful she was? He wouldn’t trade her for anything.

Melting in arms, she reciprocates the kiss - loving every second she got with him. She wouldn’t trade him for anything! Digits sliding through his messy obsidian locks, she pulls closer - unable to get enough of him.

Pulling apart, they glance down at their little one. The toned Saiyan bops the child’s nose. “We didn’t forget ’bout ya, little one. Ya’ll still get time with yer mom.”

Cooing, Gohan stares at his father in wonder. There weren’t many days where the two spent time together as he did with his mother; that was when Goku wasn’t home.

“Ya need ‘ta spend more time with him, Goku-sa. I want him ‘ta know ya well.”

“...can I train him with me?” Goku asks with wide eyes, ecstatic thinking about training his son.

Clutching him close to her chest, she argues. “No way! He ain’t gonna do any of that! I forbid it! He ain’t gonna do none of that! He’s gonna have a normal life an’ that’s final!”

Brows knitting together, his lips purse. How could Chi-Chi say that when the boy had to have blood in him! Didn’t she understand that it was in his nature?! “But Chi-Chi... he’s gotta have some of that nature in him! I know it!”

“No! An’ that’s final!” Shoving him aside, she struts away. Stopping at the nearest tree, she lifts her gaze. She knew nothing about apple picking; she doubted he did. “...”

Following behind her, he reaches for an apple, takes hold of it, and munches on it.

Twisting her head, she grimaces. “We’re suppose ‘ta pick ’em and then ’em!”

“What’s that?”

“We’re pickin’ apples’ ta can ’em! I’m gonna make some pie, an’ crumble too! I thought ya would love that….” She musters, annoyed he had forgotten about what the purpose of their trip to the orchard was.

“Chi-Chi, of course, we can!” Holding up the bag she had him bring for their apples, he shoots her a cheeky smile. “I knew what we were doin’, dontcha worry, Chi-Chi!”

Huffing, her lips purse. Bowing her head, she looks at her child in hand. “Could you pick ’em for me. I can’t reach ’em an’ I ain’t jumpin’ with ’em with him attached ‘ta me.”

Cocking his head, he reaches for Gohan, assuming he could take their son while she went to work.

“No. Don’t. He’ll stay here. Ya can reach ’em. I can’t. Kay?” She announces, holding him close to her bosom. “Just ’bout three dozen an’ we can go from there.”

“How much is three dozen?”

“Thirty-six apples.”

“Oh, okay.” He chirps.

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“Mama. Mama. Why are ya starin’ at the tree like that? I don’t like it, mama.” Goten pouts, tugging on her pant’s leg.

Shaking her head, she glances down at her child. “... I’m sorry, hunny. I was just thinkin’ ’bout yer father. We came here with Gohan when he was first born ‘ta this expect spot.”

Staring at her with wide eyes, he always loved hearing stories about his father. He had heard that they looked precisely identical! What’s more exciting than hearing stories about the man that Gohan and his mother talked about often?! He dreamed about meeting this man. It was all he wanted - ever! “Mama, can ya tell me ’bout daddy?”

Kneeling down, she threads her digits through his messy locks. “Of course, darlin’.”

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thedreamingscorpio · 4 years

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Detox

Where It All Started

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13830934/1/Detox

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29800719

Hello people! This work is a request I received from Serenitylovely4Ever on FanFiction.net. The story's plot has been diverted a touch from the original idea, but the plot and the current progress continues to remain true to their vision.

This is a slight AU in the form that the characters are aged up and it is more or less of a diversion work.

The ages in this work shall be taken as:

Goten: 26

Valese: 22

Bulla: 20

Trunks: 27

Pan: 19

Marron: 23

Cover Art: [Gift] Goten x Paresu by amethyst-rose on Deviant Art

Source: https://www.deviantart.com/amethyst-rose/art/Gift-Goten-x-Paresu-74397231

Hope you enjoy it!

"That's it! Where the hell is he?"

Trunks and Marron exchanged a look. Okay, Goten was really pushing it now.

They'd been waiting for Goten to show up for the past 45 minutes, and he was supposed to be here about half an hour ago.

Why the fifteen-minute buffer you ask?

Well, let's just say someone was pretty adamant, for who knows if the café were to forget their reservation, that they'd confirmed every day for the past two days.

Things happen you know.

"Don't worry Pan, he should be here soon enough. Just have some patience!"

"Oh, the last thing I'm gonna do is worry Mar, that's for sure! He should be the one doing that! He knows, yes, he knows not to mess with me! That too on an empty stomach, boy he has some nerve!"

Crossing her arms over her chest, she was looking every bit as furious as a caged animal waiting to pounce on its prey.

Marron giggled, more of a nervous laugh than anything. Okay then, things were about to get messy.

click-clack-click-click-click-click-click--clack

The sound of heels clattering.

She gave Trunks a side-eyed look, their gaze shifting towards the flamboyant diva.

Dressed in red bodycon, silver hoops, and heels to match was Bulla, idly fiddling with her hair, busy on her mobile.

Maybe just a tad bit overdressed for something like a regular outing with friends. But she'd always been just that little bit extra, though her quietness was something unusual for her.

She had been quiet throughout the entirety of their awkward conversation, apparently very busy with whatever it was she'd been browsing over the past half an hour.

Okay, so she had absolutely zero interest in their conversation. Got it!

Or was that just pathetic acting on her part?

Yep, that was it!

Bulla would have fooled her if it hadn't been for the little more than the usual-extra expected out of her. From the longer lashes, the bodycon, the deeper red of her lipstick, to the higher heels, everything screamed it was anything but the usual outing.

And if that wasn't enough, her straight-back, the twitching of her jaw, or the not-so-discreet glances she'd give from time to time was a dead giveaway.

Her heels were just that added buzz, a constant reminder as to just how awkward the day was gonna turn out.

Except, that it had stopped now.

Okay, so Bulla had noticed. Good for them, it was getting annoying. That, combined with Pan's explosive anger-the perfect recipe for a splitting headache.

The bluenette had gone back to not caring and ignoring everything around her, occupying herself with probably the fiftieth inspection of her immaculate nails in the past fifteen minutes.

Marron turned towards Trunks, he had his eyes narrowed, concentrating on his sister, his jaw slightly tilted.

She thought that Bulla was finally behaving well, taking silent hints to tone her anxiety down and didn't deserve such harshness from her brother.

Hoping to diffuse his irate anger towards his sister, she kissed his cheek whispering "At least, Bulla's calmed down."

In response, Trunks tilted his head just enough to look at her, giving her an amused smirk, before scoffing "Yeah, right!"

She frowned. He was being way too harsh on his sister, even the clattering had...

click-click-click-clack-click-clack-click--clack-click-clack

And yes, as if on cue, it had started yet again. She let out a heavy sigh, closing her eyes catching Trunks' look saying 'I told you so'. It was gonna be a long day.

And then it stopped again.

Opening her eyes she saw Bulla make her first definite head-turn towards the entrance of the café, a wide smile stretching her full lips, Pan getting up following her gaze.

An unmistakable spiky head of hair could be seen entering the place.

Thank the Gods, Goten was finally here! Maybe, now things wouldn't be so bad, at least somewhat manageable.

But, who was that with him?

A peek of yellow, deep brown hair, long, cinched waist, okay so...it's a girl.

Her gaze shifted towards Bulla again finding her smile to now have been replaced with a scowl, her teeth grinding.

This was already shaping up to be a nightmare.

He was bringing someone with him?

She looked askance of Trunks, only to find his eyebrows shot up, surprise clear as day marking his features.

Okay, so he didn't know either, seemingly Goten was the only person who could solve the mystery for them.

They were heading towards them, the girl seemed to be limping, but Goten had his arm around her waist, steadying her.

With every step she took, she winced, but other than that she was easily the happiest person in the whole place, chatting away merrily.

"You should walk more carefully, you'd almost split your head open if I hadn't caught you!"

"Hey, man, where you goin'?"

Goten looked back over his shoulder, and the girl followed his gaze. His confusion being replaced by a sheepish grin as he walked back towards their table.

"Oh, I'm sorry Trunks, I guess I overshot you guys!"

Trunks shook his head, chuckling. "Yeah, you completely ignored us, dude!"

"Oh, don't behave like you were just waiting for me to start, as if I'm the reason you were starving!"

He'd meant for it to be a joke, laughing softly he turned to the girl, but she was looking hesitant, her eyes fixated on his friends. He frowned.

Wondering as to why he looked back over to the table and caught sight of their expressions.

He gulped.

Trunks looked indifferent, but he thought he saw a small quirk of his brow, the one that quirked up when he was trying to contain a headache. While Marron looked visibly nervous. His eyes roamed over to the other two occupants of the table and he knew he was in trouble.

Pan had her eyes narrowed to slits, and he idly wondered if she could even see them at the moment, but he knew she didn't need her eyes to 'cause him some serious harm. It seemed like the only thing keeping her from doing so was his injured friend he'd just met.

But that was the least of his worries as what surprised him the most was Bulla's expression.

She was scowling. And it wasn't her regularly recurring scowl either, it was a full-blown Vegeta-level scowl, dare he say an even better version of the dreaded expression.

Okay, so he was late.

And because of him, they hadn't had anything yet and were clearly pissed off.

But, he got caught up saving Valese from falling face-first on the pavement.

It wasn't premeditated on his part.

He turned his head to look towards Valese again, and he knew then, that he was lost.

It was funny how that was the moment of crystal clarity in complete blindness. He didn't know about any of what was possibly gonna happen to him.

And he didn't care.

It was a moment of hopeless abandon, but somehow he was more confident than ever before.

Looking into her chocolate eyes, he knew he was right in being late, taking the time out to save her.

Meet her.

A lock of hair had fallen into her eyes, she was blinking away rapidly, trying to get the lock out of the way, not wanting to let go of their eye-lock.

He smiled softly. Raising his hand to push the lock away, securing it behind her ear. He saw how her face turned crimson. She was blushing profusely.

He could feel the heat creeping up his face as well, oh well, so he was blushing too, he was sure they made for an interesting sight.

And they did.

They were so very occupied by, well each other, that they failed to notice the amused expressions adorning Trunks and Marron's features, or the knowing look they shared. Pan's fuming irritation was a non-issue for them and Bulla's increasingly loudening clattering heels was just white noise in the background.

They also failed to notice the giggling waitress headed their way, and were snapped out of their daze when she took hold of Goten's shoulder muttering, "You know you can continue with the stare-fest even sitting down right? Just take the lady and sit down hun, you're making quite a spectacle here!" followed by hushed laughter.

He knew he was beat-red now, as he quickly took note of their surroundings.

And yes, sure enough, all eyes were on them. Teenagers snickering, blushing, couples sharing knowing looks, children looking on in awe, and the oldies displaying a content wistful expression.

His survey ended as his gaze traveled back to their table and he realized that not everyone was so happy, but at least two out of four occupants seemed to be conversational though.

Again, despite their palpable anger he couldn't help but smile wide.

He felt Valese shift and turning his head again, he saw her wince. Oh right, she was hurt, how could he be so inconsiderate?

"Oh, I'm so sorry Valese, here sit down, oh man, I'm such a clutz! I'll go grab a chair for myself, you just-yeah just sit down, you've been standing for quite some time now! Again, I'm so very s-"

"Goten! It's okay, I'm fine, really there's nothing to worry about! It's just a sprain at most, nothing new, I'm perfectly fine! "

"You sure, I mean you could have had quite a fall there!"

Valese just smiled.

He tilted his head in confusion.

"See, I could have tripped right, but I didn't, you saved me, from-from whatever it was! I'm fine, now go grab yourself a chair, I wanna talk to your friends now!"

He opened his mouth to say something in return, but then closed it and smiled, walking away to find himself a chair.

Nobody saw the broken acrylic nail that fell to the floor.

Goten had a friend.

No, it was just some random girl he met. Saved.

Nothing more.

He was just too polite with all the manners Chi-Chi had instilled into him.

Yep, that was it, taking everyone to be a friend, that was just him being him, it didn't matter at all!

But then...then why did she feel this burning distant sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, whenever he looked into her eyes?

Or the way he held her, made her heart ache?

Or the fact that Pan was bashing him brutally, spitting out all possible profanities at him, but he was still smiling like the Sun itself!

How he hadn't been interested in the menu, or the fact that the word 'choice' actually held some meaning this time 'round.

He wasn't just gobbling everything up, rather he was interested in what his friend was in turn was interested in.

Yes, his friend.

Valese.

"You know I just can't believe him, he's like, I mean just look at him, did he hear any of what I just said? Just sitting there, with his stupid grin on! He's such a dumbass! She must have some magic up her sleeve, I mean to turn him, Goten, Uncle G that way? Man!"

Pan had seemingly forgotten who she was talking to since she was well aware of her infatuation with Goten. She also knew about the incident that had made it painfully clear that it was just a one-sided thing, she was there, after all!

She grimaced remembering the wide-eyed look, she'd been met with when she'd all but shouted out her preferences in men, what she thought was in the safety of her house and her trust-worthy girlfriends.

Yeah, she should've waited to get to her room first, the stairs really do echo a lot!

But, she wasn't gonna give up!

Oh hell no!

Not over some friend he met on the way anyway.

She was one of the prettiest girls in West City, hell, in the world for that matter, the daughter of 'The Bulma Briefs', future Vice President to the most successful corporation in the world, and with her heritage, she could conquer anything, she was the Saiyan Princess after all!

Oh wait, she was Saiyan, and so was he...hmm...

She smiled wide.

"So, Valese was it?"

Startled out of her conversation with Goten, Valese looked up and smiled softly, nodding her head once in Bulla's direction.

Everyone present quirked an eyebrow, suddenly suspicious. Their reactions were justified of course, with Bulla known to harbor a crush on Goten, her decided quietness turning into sudden amiability, that too with someone new outside of their group, it was very unusual of her!

Moreover, if she wanted to be friendly with Valese, you'd think she would've learned her name by now, they'd been sitting together at the same table for quite some time now!

Trunks had his eyes narrowed again, Pan was getting irritated again, 'cause the more they talked, the more she discovered how much she liked Valese. Marron probably knowing where this was headed, only looked down at the table, sighing, rolling her eyes imperceptibly.

"Yeah, I'm Bulla, a close friend of Goten's."

"Oh, you know you're really famous, right? Everyone knows your family, you're like a celebrity I tell you, I was so shocked to learn you were Goten's childhood friends! I mean, just imagine my shock, right I still can't get over the fact actually, it'll take some time getting used to!?"

A collective laugh rumbled over the table, voices assuring Valese that it was not that big of a deal.

A smirk played on Bulla's lips, at least she knew who she was faced with. That was good.

She didn't need to get used to it at all, she'd be gone before Bulla needed to remember her name!

Clasping her hands in front of her, she was about to ask Valese something, that was sure to scare her away, when...

"Oh God, how'd that happen, is it very painful?"

Suddenly her hands were being cradled by Valese's checking for any other injuries, Oh, yeah she'd snapped her nail off.

"No, it doesn't pain me in the least, I'm tough that way, isn't that right Goten?"

Frowning, he slowly nodded his head.

The tension was thick in the air. You could almost taste it.

But Valese wasn't deterred in the least, as she flashed an open, wide smile, happy to hear that Bulla wasn't in any pain, seemingly not having given much thought to the latter half of her sentence.

Goten smiled, admiring how so very pure she was. Free of malice, sweet and kind, despite Bulla's highly unusual behavior.

She was her own light. He felt humbled.

"So, how was it that you managed to trip, I mean meet anyway?"

Pan squawked. She couldn't believe Bulla could be so ruthless. She knew she'd chosen her words meticulously, with absolute intent to hurt Valese.

But yet again Valese was oblivious to Bulla's mind games, as she answered " Oh! Thank God, you aren't hurt, and well, hmm...Oh well, this is embarrassing.."

She laughed nervously and they were in awe of how well she was handling Bulla's foul behavior.

Goten was enraptured.

"I don't quite know how to walk in heels! I wore them 'cause my Mom insisted since I'm like grown up now and it is something that I should know! I mean, I do admit they look pretty and I feel good..."

She cast a glance in Goten's direction and smiled.

"But I mean they are so painful, and I know it was me myself who'd wanted to wear them for the longest time, but I don't know I guess I wear them wrong..."

She trailed off, but then jumped up exclaiming "Wait, you wear heels all the time right? Perhaps you could teach me!"

She had a curious look akin to that of a happy puppy's. Looking up for a response in Bulla's direction.

Out of all the fond, relatable faces, Bulla's stood out in more ways than one, she smiled the widest.

And then she cackled.

She saw Goten exchange a brief look with her brother, looking very uneasy at the moment.

Misinterpreting it for his unease regarding Valese's skills, she laughed louder.

It was disturbing.

That is until another laugh joined hers and to everyone's surprise, it was Valese's herself.

Bulla stopped at that, as Valese resumed, still giggling.

"You know, it was so damn funny like if Goten hadn't caught me I'd have tumbled down the road like a literal ball! Haha, good thing he was there to catch me!"

Yeah, you sure were lucky!

"So, how did you catch hold of her that fast Goten?"

She was met with glares from all directions.

She smirked.

"Oh silly, 'cause he's a..."

"Saiyan!" she whisper-shouted.

Bulla was dumbfounded, so she knew!

As wide questioning eyes turned on him, he answered, "Yeah, I sorta flickered into Super there for a bit, so yeah..." rubbing the back of his neck, flashing his Son-grin.

"And you're cool with it?"

It was a collective outburst from Trunks and Pan, as Valese laughed in response, "Of course, it is so cool, he told me everything, I was fascinated, I wanted to know more, sorry I made you wait!"

Glancing around the table, knowing her apology was accepted she ate another forkful of her noodles, having settled down now.

There was a stray strand sticking to her lower lip, which yet again hadn't gone unnoticed by Goten.

"Valese..."

She turned towards him, blinking her large orbs in his direction.

He faltered.

"Uh, you've got a little something..." He pointed towards his own lip, but she didn't seem to be able to follow, too confused, trying to keep her hair out of her face.

"Where?...Here?"

She tried but always seemed to be a little bit off, as they neared each other.

"Wait, let me..."

She blushed and closed her eyes, pouting her lips.

His tongue nervously played over his lips, as he brushed the strand of noodle away, thumbing her lip.

"There, all done!"

She opened her eyes, as he showed her his thumb, the strand of noodle now sticking to it.

"Oh, thank you, Goten..."

And then she leaned in, licking the strand away unthinkingly, as Goten blushed a deep red.

Then, she turned resuming her eating again, as Goten watched.

Can't walk in heels, can't even eat properly, just what did Goten see in her?

Witnessing their exchange, soft smiles decorated the faces of everyone present, everyone except one.

Marron glanced over and, Bulla was back to grinding her teeth again.

She let out a deep breath, still breathless, as she turned meeting Trunks' eyes, whispering "This is so awkward, it's suffocating!"

He had a bizarre look on his face, studying the eerily large grin plastered on Bulla's face, her jaw moving to the point where you could almost hear her teeth crying.

"Why is she-oh man, what is up with her?"

His voice dripping with frustration.

She entwined their fingers under the table, giving his hand a light squeeze, muttering " You know she's a good girl at heart, I hope she realizes that and stops. I hope soon though!"

He could only nod in agreement.

The rest of their lunch was uneventful, which everyone was silently grateful for, as Bulla kept to herself, and a few laughs were shared.

It seemed like Bulla had finally come to her senses.

"Okay guys, next stop-the movies, what do you wanna watch Valese? You coming, Bulla?"

"Be right there, Goten!"

Okay, the movies. Yes, she still had a shot to prove, just who he needed to be sharing his popcorn with.

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