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Hello readers (if anyone else who obsesses over these shows actually exists),

This happens in the Dragon Ball universe after GT. This won't follow the PLL timeline, or events, or be factually correct, mostly because it's been over 9000 years since everyone thought Ali was dead, and I remember almost nothing. I'm not sure will this story will go, but hey, a PLLXDbz fic should exist so here you have it folks:

"I can't believe you can fly. You're like a superhero!"

Ali smiled at the chiseled boy in front of her, her golden curls dangling as she tilted her head. She stayed that way, unchanged in position, her winsome smile spread across her face as he began to correct her.

"I'm no hero. I'm useless, believe me. My father is, though," Goten added. Unlike Ali's, his goofy grin had disappeared from his face, "He's out there training his protige right now." He sensed his father's ki with Uub's not far from where he had brought Ali.

"Why isn't he training you?" She asked him.

"Like I said, I'm not a hero. I guess he just didn't think I was cut out for it."

They sat with their feet dangling off the old WMAT's stage in a comfortable silence, enjoying the island breeze. With Ali firmly nuzzled in his arms, he focused on the ki signatures to follow their movements. He wondered if they noticed him at all. They were probably too busy sparring. And bonding like father and son would.

"Hey," Sensing his discomfort, she placed a peck on his lips, "You are a hero. No matter what anybody thinks because you're sure as hell not a villain. Who knows, maybe one day you'll find your damsel in distress."

He was ready to tell her everything. He knew her. He knew who she was and what she did to people, but he had to tell her. She asked him why he would want to confide in her, but he didn't have an answer.

"That's the kind of things friends do, you know. Tell each other everything down to their deepest secret," she told him, "but we're not friends."

She leaned into kiss him as she would often do to avoid talking about herself, but Goten leaned away. He was desperate, really. He would say anything to convince her to stay. He had a dangerous life and wanted to shield her from it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. If he couldn't stop her from running away, he would go with her.

"Trust me, whatever enemies you have… they can't hurt me. Not a single human being in the world could hurt me," he insisted again.

"Aren't we arrogant." She smiled, leaning in to try to diffuse the situation with a kiss, but was declined again.

"Look Ali, I just don't want you to -"

"Get hurt, I know. Spare me the speech, I've heard it enough times. No one could hurt me anyway, do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I'll have you to protect me.

"I can't protect you if I'm not there with -" His plea was cut off as Ali snuggled up against him.

"Somehow I know you'll find a way. You always have. I trust you, Goten." She whispered before grabbing her bags.

That was her first mistake. Goten snapped out of his daze and looked around at the others in the room dressed in black. He saw tears streaming down some faces and badly hidden smirks on others, but the environment around him didn't matter. His attention was on the casket.

How could it have happened? For the millionth time, he tried to pick up on her ki, but it had always been too hard to distinguish from the rest. He would've never found it anyway. It was gone. She was gone.