"A World Like Ours"

Disclaimer: I'm an 12 year old girl, plus I'm not even Japanese. I also don't own 'One Last Breath' By Creed.

Prologue

A young boy with black spiky hair rushed forward to his house. Ignoring the people around him, he throw open his door and rushed in. The door slammed into the wall, as a blur of white and blue rushed in.

Standing the doorway, he looked at his mother with pleading eyes, wanting to tell them his father was alright.

The young black haired woman shook her head. "I'm sorry Goten, he passed away just a few minutes ago."

The young blacked haired boy shook his head as tears instantly sprang into his pleading eyes.

"No! No! You're lying he is alright! You'll see, he'll start breathing again!" The young boy known as Goten, shook his head as tears spilled onto the floor. Rushing forward, he took his father's soft, cold hand. His eyes gazed towards his chest, waiting for it to begin to once again move up and down.

Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Realizing his father was dead, he put the hand down, and rushed out of the room, and out the door. Pushing himself into the sky, the young boy, took flight. Ignoring the calls of his names, he shot forward, not caring where he was going.

Goten landed in the middle of the forest. Leaning up against the tree, he sobbed into his hands. They were cold, but still held the life touch in them.

"I never got to say.. goodbye." He whispered as a soft breeze pushed his hair out of his face.

He slid down the tree with his back, gazing up at the darkening sky. The sky had just reached sunset point, with the pink and light orange mixing in. Not a cloud could be seen to the naked eye.

Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks as he stared up at the sky, knowing his father was up there.

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down

The sunset faded away into the night sky, but still, the fatherless child looked toward the sky, wondering about life. His heart told him that his father was gone, but his head told him other wise. It told him that Goku was still alive.

No. Goten shook his head, It happened. He was stuck in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. Life.

He looked away, to his tiny house in the distant. The lights, as far as he could tell, were still on. The lights were burning for him. Even if Goten stayed away forever, the lights would still be on. For him.

Goten took one last glance at the sky, now realizing that his father, Goku Son, third class saiyan, was watching over them.

He took off in a run to his tiny house in the forest, never once taking a glance at the sky. As he pushed himself harder into a run, he wiped away his tears, which had been rolling down his cheeks.

I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

He slowed down as he approached the house. Carefully opening the door, he poked his head in.

"Oh Goten!" his mother cried, looking over at him from their couch. She set the mug on the coffee table and ran to her only living family member, her son.

Opening the door, he stepped into the warm house. His mother, picked up her son and squeezed him into a rather tight hug. Carefully setting his down on his feet, she got on her knees to be eye to eye level with her son.

"Never do that to me again young man!" His mother said firmly, and yet gently at the same time.

"Yes mother," Goten breathed in the scent of his house. It smelled of cinnamon, with a hint of lime in it. Of course, the forest's smells did blend into the air of the house.

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down

"Aw.. Chi, give him a break. He took Goku's passing better then you did." A young, blued haired woman stated leaning up against the door frame, holding a sleeping baby near her chest. The baby looked exactly like her mother, only more fragile and smaller.

The woman, also know as Chi-Chi, stood up. She took her young son's hand and led him to his room.

"Go put on your pajamas, I'll whip you up some hot chocolate with some whipped cream, and maybe a surprise on top of that."

Goten smiled at his mother. Slipping his small hand away from the bigger one, he took a few steps into his room, and gently as possible closed the door.

Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's something left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me

Goten slipped out of his dirt clothes, replacing them with clean red and blue pajamas. He opened his door, rejoining the two woman and baby in the family room.

The blue haired woman carefully handed young Goten a mug full of hot chocolate with little marshmallows sprinkled up top of the whipped cream.

"Be careful," She warned him, "it's hot."

"Thank you Bulma-San." Young Goten nodded, as he took the mug from the older woman.

Smiling gently, Bulma said nothing. Her eyes said what she wanted to blurt out. The eyes were full of sadness. They wanted to cry, scream and do anything possible to escape the pain.

But Goten didn't know that yet. He was refusing to meet eyes with anyone, including his own mother.

But as 3 year passed, he trained hard to make his father proud. Reaching the super saiyan level at age 8, Son Goten knew his father would be oh so proud. Even in the other world, his father smiled upon his son with so much pride.

For three years now, they had been at peace, well at least world peace. Goten Son had made an enemy, who trained and could almost reach the super saiyan level, Bra Briefs. Little did the 4 and 8 year old know, the world's survival would one day rest on their shoulders.

Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking

A/N If you didn't know, I'm re uploading this. I reread it, and decided that I could write a lot better than this. So, I hope you enjoy the new and improved A.W.L.O. Don't forget to review, and tell me what ya think .