~Kindacute~ FINALLY!!! Some inspiration has struck! Man, it's been months since I've tried to write a proper fic. Well, anyway, here's a little warning though: I don't think this fic will have a happy ending. I'm not sure yet, but I've already got the ending pretty much planned out. If you guys don't like that, maybe suggest ways of making it happier.

The lightly salted breeze against his naked skin made Goten shudder in delight. He buried his elbow into the soft, warm sand and rested his head on his fist. He could then comfortably gaze into the distance at the sinking, golden sphere, which has already touched the tip of the horizon making it seem as if it were melting into the hyaline. He sighed to himself, knowing that this magical moment has to come to an end.

His eyes looked down at the sleeping maiden cuddling against his chest. He frowned at the thought of having to have to wake her. But he knew her father… a typical, overprotective Dad that sees no fault in his daughter but he does see it in those that she knows… especially boyfriends. Goten didn't want to risk taking the beauty home late, even if they were already engaged.

He sat up slowly, taking her with him in his arms. He rested her head on his chest, then tapped her gently on the back.

"Marron…" he cooed. No response but he wasn't so sure whether or not she's still asleep. A warm smile escaped from his lips. "Marron…" This time he swore he heard giggles coming from the head on his chest. It was then that a mischievous smile replaced the warm one on his face. "Marron, did you know that I'm gonna toss you into the sea if you don't get up now?" Still no response, but it was evident that Marron was awake.

She thought I was being sarcastic! He chuckled to himself. "Right, Marron, you've asked for it!" And with that he scooped her into his arms and stood up. Marron's eyes flung open with the impact.

"Goten?" she tried to say in a weak, sleepy voice but her giggles were a dead give away that she has been awake for a while. "What are you doing?" she asked, rubbing the pretend sleep out of her eyes as Goten suddenly started to carry her off into the direction of the roaring waves. It was obviously Goten's turn to remain silent. His thoughts fixed on the salty water he was approaching. Marron started to get worried when she saw the mischievous look on her fiancée's face and how very close they were getting to the cooling seawater.

"Goten, put me down!" she ordered, starting to kick loose from his grip. "Or else I'll… I'll…"

"Or else what?" Goten said, stopping in his tracks for a moment, looking down at her. He was enjoying Marron's struggle. Marron thought briefly, knowing that if she took too long to think she'd be drenched in a matter of seconds. An evil grin slowly crawled onto her face. She looked up into his dark eyes.

"Or else I'll tell my Daddy," she said in a childish, but serious tone. Goten rolled his eyes. She had hit the target spot on. He let go of her feet, almost dropping them onto the sand and knocking Marron off balance. Goten caught her from behind and held onto her shoulders for support so that she didn't fall.

"Daddy's girl," he muttered teasingly into her ear as her head almost levelled with his as she stood up. Marron shrugged his hands off of her shoulders, turned around and gave him a look that seemed to say 'as if I care what you think'.

"Well, aren't you taking me home then?" she demanded more than asking.

"Not with you looking like that, I'm not," Goten said, pointing to Marron's sand covered body. "Really, what would your father say?" he asked sarcastically. Marron raised a brow, trying to hold a serious pose (and failing miserably at it).

"Well, you'd better get dressed too, Mr," she said, walking over to her crumpled up clothes at the foot of the cliff. Goten followed and after having about an entire desert shaken out of each piece of clothing and finally wearing something descent, they both departed the beach through a narrow, winding path leading up to the cliff.

He's ALWAYS with that girl. Why can't she just leave him in peace? The young woman peered over the rock at the two lovers disappearing behind a corner turn onto cliff. The soft sea breeze had by that time turned into more of a gust of wind. This caused the waves to crash hard against the woman's rock, making it cold to the touch. The rock sat comfortably though, due to a lot of it having eroded away by the woman's constant sitting on that exact spot… for ever watching the couple on their usual place on the beach.

She brushed some clammy strands of hair out of her face. The lust in her azure eyes had grown more evident every day, with every breath she took, ever since the first day she had seen him on the beach. She didn't know his name, or where he came from. The rock was too far out at sea to actually hear any conversations for these details to be collected. All she knew was that she wanted HIM and no one else.

The wind started howling and blew hard against her bare back. A distant calling of her name was carried with the wind from beyond the darkening horizon. As if woken up from a wonderful dream and unwilling to rise, she reluctantly slid down into the depths below the rock. She held onto the edge of the rock and gazed one last time into the direction he disappeared into. She then dived into the fresh, cool water, the scales of her silver tail glistening under the surface until they could no longer be seen in the darkness of the ocean…