Daddy's Girl
Chapter 9
I don't own DBZ
He had to admit that she was an easy lay, but it didn't matter, she didn't seem to mind though. At the beginning he only used her as a consolation of his depression. Paris was starting her career as a model. And Goten took a great pride whenever he saw men drooling at her when they walked together, though she insisted that she isn't pretty. She never looked back at them. It was one thing Goten really liked about her. Besides, she was also an easy going girl, cheerful, and she always had fun way to please Goten. So soon he forgot about Marron. But to say that he loved her, he still wasn't sure. He needed to find out something before he decided if he could keep staying with her or not.
"What is this place, Goten?" She asked him as she held his hand and they walked through a long corridor of Capsule Corps' office building.
"This is Capsule Corps, the biggest company on earth. Aren't you impressed?" He said calmly, though his heart was beating harder expecting the worst thing going to happen after this, after Paris met Trunks.
"Well, yeah. It's so big. What are we doing here?"
"I want you to meet a friend, a very special friend. He's the owner of this place."
"Really? Wow, he must be very old."
Goten wanted to burst out laughing, old? That's what in the first place in her mind? He used to think that it was the word rich which Paris would have spilled in the very first place.
"Why do you think he's old?"
"Well, I think he had worked his lifetime to have all this, so I think he must be very old."
"Oh, well no, his grandfather had built it very long time ago. My friend just inherited it."
The appointment had been arranged, so the couple could enter Trunks' office room easily with a secretary delivered them very politely. Trunks had waited them inside. He was sitting on the sofa, relaxedly, not on his leather chair. He smiled at them as he saw them entered at his door. His secretary left and soon came back with coffee.
"Hi, bro. I hope I'm not interrupting your work." Goten grinned with his famous Son grin. Trunks stood to welcome them.
"Of course not, you know you're always welcome here anytime. What brings you here this time?"
"Well, nothing important. I just want you to meet someone. This is Paris, my girlfriend."
Trunks rolled his eyes behind his glasses, he was ready to shake hands, but Paris seemed to be busy searching the room with her eyes.
"Paris..." Goten whispered.
"Oh, sorry."
"This is Trunks Briefs, my best friend."
"Hello, nice to meet you, miss Paris."
Paris' eyes were now searching the handsome figure before her. Goten's heart beat harder and harder, waiting for the moment when Paris turned her attention to his friend, the perfect Trunks Briefs.
Her brow furrowed, "Mr. Briefs, why a man like you choose purple to color your hair? It looks weird. I think black or brown will be more dignified. I..."
Goten tried hard to hold his laughter. Trunks' face grew red in anger and embarrassment as he cut, "I do not color my hair. I was born with this color. And for your information, Miss Paris, this is not purple, this is lavender."
"Ow, sorry." She said innocently.
It was obvious now that Paris wasn't interested in Trunks, Trunks hated Paris, and Goten loved Paris so much.
Finally, Goten found someone who didn't see him as a shadow of his best friend, somebody who wasn't even interested in Trunks Briefs. This time, Goten would keep this one carefully. Paris even seemed not to care that Goten still didn't have a job and failed his second lawyer exam. She earned her own income as a model and a big enough one. Trunks had insisted him to work in Capsule Corps, but he refused. When he finally passed his third exam and now got his license as a lawyer, he started to think that may be it was the time to steady. He was ready, his career was about to begin but he was optimist. Paris was the right choice for him.
She didn't reject him when he proposed her married. So the couple prepared the wedding happily. Ha! Goten would get married before his best friend did! Trunks was one step behind him now. He couldn't wait to see his bride in her white wedding gown, she must be very gorgeous!
The preparation was almost perfect. The white wedding gown made from satin and lace and the tux had been ordered. They would be ready at least a week before the D-day. The invitations had been sent and so gifts were started to pile at the Son's residence, where the party was going to be held. The honeymoon had been arranged, somewhere in Bali island, where they would walk along its beach holding each other's hands and enjoying the sunsets. The hotel and the flight had been reserved. A large amount of catering foods had been ordered from some different restaurants, so they would be enough to feed all the living Saiyans.
A morning call few days before the D-day broke all the plans and the preparations.
"Goten, I think we need to postpone our wedding."
"What are you talking about?"
"I have a photo session in Caribbean Islands for two weeks."
"CAN'T you postpone your photo session?"
"I can't! It is very important for me..."
"And what about our wedding? ISN'T it important for you?"
"Ah, come on Goten..."
"Fine! Just leave if you want to leave! And forget if we will ever get married!"
"Don't be silly, Goten. Of course I'm leaving. I've been wanting to Caribbean Islands for whole my life time."
Goten hung the phone in disbelief. It can't be happening, it can't. Not to him, not now. The time he was supposed to lead his life happily ever after, like in the fairy tale. Wasn't he the prince charming and Paris was his beautiful princess?
No, he would never be any prince charming. Her mind was stated clearly through their conversation that to her, he wasn't as important as what he thought. And may be it was her way to run away from the wedding, from him.
He spent the rest of his morning and his day at the bar, where he met her for the first time. He gulped as much as beer he could. Why is it never right for him? Every times he thinks all things around him have been perfect, there's always something goes wrong. Why can't he be like Trunks, who seems to lead his life so smoothly? Hey, may be Trunks can tell him something about it, yes sure, he can. Doesn't he always have all the answers for Goten? Sure he does, sure...
With that thought he flied over Capsule Corps office building and almost crashed some buildings on the way of course, he was very drunk. With his state, Trunks' secretary soon tried to send him away. What had he done then would be an embarrassing thing for himself in the other day.
He threatened Trunks' secretary to jump from the office building roof if he couldn't meet Trunks (as if he would really get injured or dead if he really fell from it). Fast he ran to the building roof and took his position. There was soon a ruckus there. And in few minutes Trunks had arrived there after he was informed what happened.
Goten wasn't very sure about what he had said that time, what he remembered clearly was that he woke up in one of Capsule Corps house's big rooms in the morning with his head felt like a ton. Somebody had covered him with a cozy warm blanket. He shrugged the thing off his body. He needed something to get rid his headache of. He climbed down from the bed but he couldn't find his shoes,"Ah, what the fuck...!"
Who cares about shoes then. Now, where he can find some coffee for his headache in this super big house? The long corridor he passed was still dark, as if life wasn't started yet in that building. An apparent light from the edge of the corridor lead him to walk there, where then he found the Briefs' sanctuary. He stopped for a moment before the glasses wall and watched the dinosaurs, the Dr. Briefs Senior's legacy, started their morning peacefully eating the tree leaves. More than that, the sanctuary brought back a lot of memories. He typed a password, something Trunks ever taught him when they were children, on the door computer to unlock it. He stepped on the grass with his bare feet. The dew felt cold and the aroma of wet grass brought peace for him. He remembered how so many happinesses had happened there. It was the place where he often spent times to play with Trunks or had get together party with the Z fighters. It made him really miss his childhood.
Light steps approached him behind, Trunks'. He knew that without turning his gaze.
"I've been looking for you everywhere." Trunks said.
"Well, I'm here." He had his back against Trunks and still didn't stir, his hands deep in his pants pockets.
"What happened?"
"There will be no wedding."
"Why? Isn't it supposed to be this Saturday?"
"She is leaving."
"Leaving?"
"She said she had a photo session in Caribbean Islands and asked me to postpone the wedding. What kind of request is that? How could that photo session become more important than our wedding day? A day that we have planned for months? So I told her, 'Just leave if you want to leave and forget if we will ever get married'. And do you know what she said then? She said,'Don't be silly, Goten. Of course I'm leaving. I've been wanting to Caribbean Islands for whole my life time'. So, it is all clear, right? She never thinks that our wedding is something serious. And I just realized that may be I'm not important too for her." He said in plain, dry tone.
There was no words from the Capsule Corps' heir. Goten understood why. Trunks felt sorry for him and this time Goten didn't want it. Even without that, he thought he had had enough humiliation.
"I'm sorry." Goten said, broke the awkward silence between them.
Trunks rolled his eyes, "What was that for?"
"For causing a trouble in your office. I know I embarrassed you a lot. And thank you for bringing me here. I still don't know what to say to my mom that the wedding is canceled. She's been very enthusiast with this plan."
"Oh, I think everything is gonna be all right."
"Sure, why not."
"You can stay here as long as you want. I'm sorry I have to leave now. We'll talk again latter okay?"
"Sure, no problem. And thank you for letting me stay."
"Don't mention it."
He talked to Bulma Briefs then. She was wise and her advise helped him a lot to overcome his broken heart. But he was still reluctant to go home. He spent his day sitting on the couch in the living room of the Briefs, watching TV, but his eyes were blank, like if his thought was flying thousands miles away from his body. Light steps, half running, got closer to him, Bulla's,
"Hi, Goten how have you been?" She sat next to him on that couch.
"I'm fine. Coming home from school?"
"Yeah," She paused, "I've heard what happened."
"I've just talked to your mom, she told me that it's better to be now than later and I think she's right." He didn't look as awful as the day before, but he had lost his cheery face and voice, "Mrs. Briefs is very kind. She says she will help me to talk to my mom and take care of everything due to the wedding cancellation."
"Hmm?"
"Since Paris is leaving, I think it's up to me now to announce the cancellation to the people we've invited, do apologize and send them back the gifts we've received. And there are still plane and hotel reservations for our honeymoon, the catering...oh Dende, I don't know it can be so complicated."
"I'll help you too, if you don't mind. Everything will be just fine Goten, trust me."
"Sure, thanks."
"Well, I have to change my clothes. See you later, Goten."
"See you later, Bulla."
She stood and started to walk towards her room but suddenly stopped after only few steps, "Goten, I'll date with you when I grow up someday."
Goten couldn't help but smiled at the fifteen years old girl innocent outburst, his first smile in few days, then he answered, "Sure, Bulla. I'll be waiting for you to grow up."
The teenage girl blushed, "Okay, see you later." And then she ran upstairs to her room.
Goten didn't take her words seriously that time, well she was just a teenager.
Paris came back after the photo session and Goten couldn't refuse her invitation to meet at their favorite restaurant. It would be the last time he saw her, he decided.
He said good bye to her there and she cried. But what she had done to him had been a deep scar in Goten's heart, and it never be completely cured, just like all the other scars he had had. Behind his cheerfulness and innocent look, he was a very sensitive man.
Trunks and Marron got married then. Goten became the best man of course and it made him feel so crowded with emotions inside himself. He was supposed to be happy too, like Trunks. But not, it still wasn't his luck. He couldn't stand anymore and he left the party before it was over.
He left, not only the party, but also every ones else there. He needed to be far away from his past, it had given him so much pain. He would start a new life, away from everybody he knew and everybody who knew him.
His journey ended in East City where he bought a small amusement park from an old drunken man who needed money just to buy his beer. Goten worked hard to develop his new park, forgetting his lawyer license. He almost never succeed to be a lawyer anyway. The last time he worked as a lawyer, he made his own client go to jail much longer than what the prosecutor sued. And so he gave up. But working for his park was different. He felt like finding out his nature call. He was happy to see everyone happy in his park; parents smiled, children and teenagers laughed. He brought the happiness he created there for himself, to cure all his wounds. And in seven years the park grew larger and larger with new built roller coasters; the longest one, the standing and loop one and the antique one.
He thought he had been cured, so he decided to come back when he read the news about Trunks' new baby. He missed his best friend, so he came to Trunks' party. He met the adult Bulla Briefs there. When she was a child, he had always known that she would grow as a very beautiful woman someday. But what he met there was more than that. Bulla Briefs was gorgeous, incomparable, irresistible. And Goten couldn't refrain from admiring her. He never forced something unnatural to happen, so what was happening was beyond his control. A little too fast, may be, and Goten was still trying to open his heart to a new relationship. He even still didn't know if it was love or not. He just let everything flow by its nature.
Until everything happened...
What had he done wrong? He never forced Bulla to do something she didn't want to do. Besides, she was an adult woman. Wasn't she supposed to have right to decide what good or bad for herself?
Vegeta had treated him like if he were a piece of junk, meaningless and disgusting. His half Saiyan body was created to bear wound and pain, and so he survived Vegeta's brutal attack, but his human heart not. His pride was much more hurt than his body and he couldn't accept the humiliation. He was no longer sad, he was angry, very angry.
He didn't even want to think again that his anger was blind. He was sick of all bad things always happened to him. If he used to be sad because his father left him, now he was angry of it. If he used to be sad because Paris left him, now he was angry of it. All his old wounds were opened again and it made him angry to everybody, to everyone...
He regretted that he had come back to meet his friend. He regretted that he had come to Trunks party where he met her, where everything was started...
Goten watched his now still wrecked house in East City, the result of Vegeta's brutal attack, with unfathomable expression on his face. There would be a lot of reparations needed to be done to his house, the house he had built with his work hard, with his own hands.
"I really wished I had never come to that party," He mumbled.
"Yes, me too. I wished you never had come to that party..." A harsh voice suddenly spoke behind him, a very familiar voice that Goten had known for whole his lifetime.
Even without turning his gaze to his back, he knew who the owner of that voice was.
AN: Honestly, I'm getting tired to write all the sadness and the miserable things in my story, so I intend to make some cheerful scenes latter with Bulla's baby's birth. Well, may be you have suggestion about the baby's name? I'm running out of idea. The baby will be a boy. Please review me and give me your suggestion!