The Taming of the Saiyan
By Romania Black
Well, Time for Chapter Eleven! This was a hard chapter to title, and even harder one to write, but I had fun with it and that's what counts, eh?
In the last chapters, Roshi was stated to be dead. One of my reviewers, Princess Star Neko, informed me that this wasn't the case, and that Roshi is immortal; a very odd development in light of the plot. So as far as the story goes now, Roshi is to be considered "Dead" as in he went off with Shenron at the end of GT along with Goku and (I think) Piccolo. But who knows, he may return later on in the story. Wouldn't that be interesting? Who knows, you guys' opinions influence alot of what I write on. SO, who knows, he may or may not return. But thanks, Princess Star Neko, for the update! I owe ya!
Disclaimer: Okay, I own nothing of Akira Toriyama, but if he DID want to use any of my ideas...well, uh, GO FOR IT! LOL
Reviews:
Killahcam: Judging by the last chapter, I'd say they had a good time! LOL, thanks for the review!
CheyaAngel: Thanks for the review! I try to update as soon as I can write, but Summer is so busy for me, that it gets hard to do so! But, no worries! I'll update as soon as I can manage! Glad to have you reviewing again!
Princess Star Neko: THANK YOU FOR THE INFO! I had no idea about the Roshi situation, having not seen a lot of Dragon Ball the first series when Goku was a young child. I see the problem in the situation, so at the moment, we'll have to settle with the assumption that like Goku, Roshi went with Shenron. However, I'm thinking that it may be a good idea if Roshi came back and had a chat with Bulma or something! LOL, who knows what the future holds! Thanks for the information though and I hope that otherwise you enjoy the story!
Kumori Ookami: Hi, welcome to the story! Thanks for the review, too! Glad you think that the story is cool!
SInful Sakura: Hey, thanks! I love marron and Goten together, and have alot in store for them to write about! I'm so excited! Oh, and I feel bad for Uub too! Bra is very seductive and evil in this story, but she does have her sincere moments, but they're few in this story. After all, she is Vegeta's daughter! Thanks so much for the review! I'll update as soon as I can!
Tony: Thanks Tony! Even though Marron and Goten will fuss and have their differences in this story, I think by the end they WILL see all that is similar about them...maybe...who knows what's in store for them! Thanks for the review!
Romania Black
Chapter Eleven: Day Two, Breakfast Blues
At first, there was a soft pounding in his ears, and then silence. Goten's dark eyes snapped open as the sunlight gleamed into the windows of the Roshi house. Feeling slightly stiff, Goten sat up from the couch, tipping over an empty saki bottle that was beside him into the floor. The bottle clanked lightly and rolled a few feet away from him. The Demi-Saiyan let out a soft groan; I shouldn't have drank almost all of Roshi's liquor. Yet even as he thought this, Goten was starting to feel more and more sober. Maybe Saiyans don't get hangovers, Goten mused as he stood up, his legs slightly wobbly. He rubbed his eyes and re-fluffed the pillow next to him. Letting out a yawn and stretching his arms above his head, Goten smiled as the light filtered into the living room. Walking towards the kitchen, he pulled back the blinds of one window to gaze out at the beautiful ocean view that lay before him.
Sighing softly, with a very satisfied grin on his face, Goten laid the empty saki bottle in the garbage can beside him. Once again, being part-Saiyan had its advantages. Hmmm, so Saiyans don't get hangovers, the Demi-Saiyain let a sly smile stretch across his features, that could be important someday at any future parties I attend.
Just then a loud sigh filtered into the room. Goten jumped, his eyes wide and cautious as he looked around to find the source of the noise. Then he remembered Marron was in Roshi's old room. Letting out a sigh of relief, Goten took a small, quiet peek into the room.
Marron was laying on Roshi's bed on her side, the arch of her back slowly rising up and down as she breathed. The lights in the room were off, but Goten could still make out her sleeping silouette. His first instinct was to wake her, but then he thought better of it. She'll probably have a big hangover, Goten thought with a small frown. She needs to sleep a little longer.
Goten turned around and walked back towards the kitchen. "What do I do?" He muttered aloud. He rumaged through the cabinets, looking for food. Of course, none were to be found. All that was in the cabinets were cobwebs and some indistinct shapes Goten thought were probably mouse poop. "So there's no food in here," Goten said. You shouldn't be surprised, a voice in his head told him, Did you honestly think there would be food here, waiting for you?
Having lived with his mother for all this time, Goten didn't ever have to depend on much on his own. Chi Chi usually supplied everything for them. Now that he was on his own, he had never taken into account the food situation. And he guessed that neither had Marron.
I'd best go and wake her, He started, but then his head caught a differend idea. Wait, you'd better let her be for now. She's sleepin' and you know mom hates it when you wake HER up, so Marron probably won't either. The wheels in Goten's head spun a little.
"I know," He said suddenly, walking towards the door slowly. "I'll go into town and get some food and bring it back." He looked outside, opening the door slowly. "It won't take that long; I'll just fly there and back. And then I can fix breakfast for Marron when she wakes up." The plan sounded good to the Demi-Saiyan, and Goten nodded to himself in agreement. Perfect, he thought as he took off into the air, the door quietly shutting behind him.
Wow, Uub thought, laying on the floor of the training chamber. Tilting his head to the side, he gazed at the computer, which had the time, 6:08 AM flashing in red lights. Uub sat up slightly and turned to his left to gaze at Bra, who was sleeping beside him.
Uub didn't know how it had escalated so quickly. One second he was walking into the training chamber with her, ready to do some playtime sparing, and the next thing he knew, she had her arms around him, dragging him to the ground. She's a wild one, he thought steadily, as he reached for his shirt, which was laying where he'd left it before he'd ate with her that night.
Uub still had his pants on, luckily, he thought. Fortunately, he'd resisted doing anything other than smothering her faces with kisses, which he couldn't recall the reason for doing so, but he had nonetheless. She was lying beside him on her back, her black lacey dress slid up towards her upper thigh, but not revealing anything. Uub was glad for that too. Uub stared at her for a moment; She looks like an angel when she sleeps, he thought. Looks like an angel, and kisses more fiery than the devil, Uub chuckled as he stood up. She was a good kisser, he recalled, Must have got it from her mother. Suddenly, the reason Vegeta and Bulma had gotten married seemed a small bit clearer.
The fighter opened the chamber door, trying not to wake her, and shut it behind him. For what its worth, she's not that bad, he told himself in his mind. A bit whiny, yes. A bit of a pain at times, yes. But she is lovely at times too... Uub shook his head with a frown. What's happening to me?
A tiny voice in his head seemed to answer, You're falling in love with her, that's what. You've been with her for less than a day, and you're already head over heels! The voice seemed to laugh at him. You saw her in that bar and you just had to talk to her didn't you?
Uub stared around at the table and empty dishes. His stomach growled with a rumble. There's no food here, genius, the voice told him. Uub realized he'd have to leave and get breakfast. I should go and bring something back for her. Knowing her, she'll still be asleep when I get back, he thought casually. Not a bad plan.
Opening up the door to the small privately owned gym that Uub had in his posession, he locked the door behind him so no one would bother the sleeping Bra and unlocked his vehicle. After hopping into the car, Uub took off to the nearest gas station to get something to eat for the two of them.
Goten sped up in the air, the view of the city closing in on him. It was a gorgeous day, the light fluffy clouds stirring as he wen through them; the breeze caught in his thick, jet black hair. Goten looked down to see the lay of the city sprawled out below him. Thinking to himself, he scratched his chin and scanned the area. Let's see...where should I go? He let out a sigh, "The grocery store is up ahead, but I don't want to wait in line. Marron might wake up, and I want to be there when she does." This didn't leave many options. Goten didn't feel like waiting in line this morning, and didn't want to go through the drive through anywhere. Where should I go?
Then it hit him. A gas station! I bet they'll have some breakfast sandwhich or something there! He peered down to spot a Great Eight gas station below him and slowly descended towards it. Plopping himself lightly on the ground, Goten shook the bugs from his hair and dusted himself off. Then straightening his shirt, he walked in casually to the gas station, avoiding the obvious gaping mouths of the locals that were walking by. Men flying up to gas stations on their own accord wasn't a daily visual that was seen very often. Goten was used to their faces, they'll get used to it eventually.
The skinny man at the counter greeted him with an audible gulping sound. Goten waved to him friendly, but the man appeared too shocked to wave back. Oh well, he thought, rumaging through the small, short aisles. What would Marron like? Goten really didn't know her taste in breakfast foods. There were sausage or bacon egg and cheese sandwhiches, but Goten wasn't sure what she'd want more: Sausage or bacon? Does she like bacon? What about eggs? Is she allergic to cheese? Questions flooded Goten's mind, but none of them could be easily answered.
Goten looked through the choices for doughnuts and pastries and felt even more lost. What do I do? He looked towards the cashier, thinking he'd drop a helpful hint to him, but the skinny man was now facing the window towards the gas pumps, his back to Goten. Goten let out a frustrated groan, when he suddenly spotted a familiar face. The Saiyan's face lit up with surprise and friendly shock.
"Hey Uub!" Goten yelled out enthusiastically.
Uub froze in his tracks, stunned with surprise and a sudden rush of terror. The last thing he'd ever expected was for someone he knew to see him, much less the former ex of Bra. At first he didn't say anything, the sheer shock of seeing Goten freezing him in his steps. Then, upon realizing that Goten wanted an answer from him, Uub put on a false smile and waved cheerily.
"Hey, Goten," He stammered nervously, "How's it, uh, going?"
"Good, good," Goten smiled a friendly smile, looking every bit like Goku it wasn't even funny.
Creepy how much he looks like him, Uub thought, awestruck.
"What are you doing here, Goten?" Uub asked with a slight frown. He thought Bra had mentioned something about Marron and him being out at the Roshi's house for a week. "I thought you had reservation's at Roshi's," The fighter said.
"Oh, well, we forgot to pack food," Goten smiled goofishly, realizing how dumb they must have seemed. "Heh, heh, who would have thought to bring food along, eh?"He could feel the red rising in his cheeks.
Uub could sense his embarrassment. "Who would have?" He replied with a small snicker. Of all people to forget to bring food, I would never have expected Goten as one of them. Uub cleared his throat and looked around nervously, suddenly remembering about Bra.
"Here for breakfast?" Goten asked quickly, changing the subject. Uub nodded.
"Yeah, I usually come here in the morning," His eyes wandered the shelves beside him, eyeing the breakfast sandwhiches.
"Hey, Uub, you ever eat with Marron before?" Goten asked suddenly.
Caught rather off guard, Uub jumped back a little. "Why?"
"I don't know what to get her to eat," Goten's voice faded as he stared at the breakfast pastries in front of him.
"Well, I can't say that I've eaten a whole lot with her," Uub stated, starting around for anything to give Goten so he could be on his way, "But I do know that she's eaten toast before," He said, handing Goten a loaf of bread. It was the gas station quality, probably not very tasty. "She'll like some toast; easy to make too."
"You think?" Goten asked, curiosly eyeing the loaf.
"Sure, she'll love it," Uub started to casually walk away from Goten. If I'm was quick, I can get the sandwhiches and be back to Bra within--
"Toast is easy to make, eh?" Goten interrupted Uub's thoughts. Uub couldn't believe that Goten had never made toast before.
Uub let out a sigh of frustration and tried to smile, "Yeah, pretty easy. See ya, Goten." He waved and started to walk off.
Goten followed him around the corner of the aisle, the loaf in hand. "You're in a rush, aren't you?"
"You aren't?" Uub said in a very Vegeta-like growl. He didn't have time for this.
"Well, yeah, but I usually don't see you too much Uub, and I figured you'd want to chat a little," It was obvious Goten was onto Uub's strange behavior.
"Sorry, Goten," Uub aplogized, "I'm just busy this morning, that's all." If I don't hurry, Bra will wake up and figure out I'm not there and then--
"Bra?" Goten suddenly bursted out. Uub froze, mouth gaped open in horror. Goten frowned, Why's he talking about Bra?
"Wha--what did you say?" Uub was still in shock. NO way! There was NO WAY he read my thoughts!
Goten obviously realized that Uub hadn't mentioned anything about Bra, because his face lit up in embarrassment, "Errr, what about her?"
"You read my thoughts, Goten!" Uub yelled, his face contorting angrily.
Goten turned red in the face as he swung the loaf of bread, "I didn't mean to! And what's this about Bra anyway?" It was his turn to get angry.
Uub turned his head to look around, making sure no one had heard them, "Shhhh, keep it down!"
"What did you two do?" Goten pressed, his voice softer, but his dark eyes like steel jabbing into Uub's.
Uub tried to turn away, but Goten's face begged for an answer. The fighter sighed and took a breath, looking at the floor. "I don't want you to be upset Goten..."
"Why should I?" He raised an eyebrow. "She and I are through, so what difference should it make?"
"If you tell anyone Goten," Uub said threateningly, sweat forming on his brow, "I swear I will--"
"No," Goten's eyes were huge with realization, "You didn't!" It was obvious that Goten knew exactly what had happened, though Uub didn't know how he could have known. He guessed Goten was reading his mind as they spoke.
"We didn't do what you think we did," Uub said anxiously, sure that someone else that knew Bulma or Vegeta was near them, "But we did spend the night in the Training Chamber--" He tried to say it non-chalantly.
"The Training Chamber?" Goten laughed, "Wow, that's a new one..." He sounded mildly impressed, much to Uub's surprise.
"I swear if anyone finds out about this I'm dead! Do you hear me Goten?" Uub's face was redder than Goten's cherry colored shirt.
"No sweat," Goten smiled cunningly, "So how is the old dog?" He asked with a smile.
Uub smiled nervously, "Uh, not bad."
"Be honest," Goten urged him.
"Okay, it was great," Uub smiled finally, the nervousness subsiding, "She made this awesome dinner for us, showed up in this great dress and then--"
"What?" Goten interupted, frowning. "She made you dinner?" Bra make dinner? No way!
"Yeah. Why's that surprising?" Uub raised an eyebrow at Goten.
Goten shrugged, "Never did that for me," He turned towards Uub. Uub was mildly surprised. So what does that mean, he wondered to himself. Goten offered no answer to this, but rather seemed a bit jealous of the special treatment Uub was recieving.
"Hey, uh," Uub suddenly realized the time, "I have to get back to the gym..." his voice trailed on.
"That gym of yours," Goten smiled, the jealousy on his face leaving him. "You ever leave it?"
"I may be more often now than ever," Uub said slyly. Goten realized what he meant and smiled back.
"No worries, man. No one will ever know," He winked and walked towards the register.
Uub flashed Goten a look equal to death. Goten gulped loudly. Uub suddenly smiled, "They'd better not." Goten was about to reply to this, but the cashier was asking for money for the loaf and Uub looked rather busy picking out breakfast items for him and Bra. He decided not to.
Goten laughed as he paid for his bread and some butter he picked up as well, but as he flew away the look on Uub's face wouldn't leave his mind. I think he was serious, Goten thought with a frown. Geez, the reality of the situation suddenly hit him, Vegeta will FLIP if he ever finds out what happened with those two...
Goten finally made it back to the Roshi house, the loaf of bread softly blowing against his side. He landed smoothly on the white sand and walked towards the house. Opening the door quietly, he noticed that no one was awake yet. Walking into the kitchen, Goten saw through Roshi's bedroom door, the still sleeping silouette of Marron. Goten let out a sigh of relief, He was back in time.
Unwrapping the twisti-tie on the bread loaf, Goten examined the contents laid out on the table. What do I do now? How much do I make? Does she like jelly? He felt like slapping himself upside the face, I didn't get jelly! I'm so stupid! Goten sighed. Well, I guess she'll like it either way.
Goten popped a slice of bread into the toaster beside him. Then another. He sighed, realizing this was going to take awhile.
That went better than I thought, Uub thought with a frown as he reached the door to the gym. To his surprise, Goten had been much more open and accepting of the situation of him and Bra than Uub had expected. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself. As far as he knew, no one would ever suspect Bra and him, other than Goten, but he'd sworn never to tell a soul about the couple. Unlocking the gym door he entered, feeling very satisfied with how the morning had turned out.
"So, you left me."
Uub nearly jumped out of his skin for the second time today, as he backed against the door. Bra stomped up to him, her long blue hair billowing as she walked, a very stern look on her face as she cornered him against the wall. Uub pulled off an innocent smile.
"What? I--"
"You left me here!" Bra interrupted, her dark blue eyes lit up in anger. "What if someone had came in and found me and--"
"I locked the door," Uub explained, forcing her back gently. He held up two tin-foil wrapped sandwhiches, "I brought you breakfast; that's why I left in the first place. Here," He shoved it in her hand. Bra stared at it for a moment.
"Bacon, egg, and cheese?" Bra raised an eyebrow.
"You wanted Sausage?" Uub said slyly, smiling a bit.
"Bacon is fine," Bra sighed, taking a bite out of the sandwhich and falling into one of the chairs from the previous night.
"So," Uub was once again feeling awkward. "What now?" He turned to Bra for an answer.
Bra merely shrugged and took another bite of her sandwhich. "I don't know."
Uub's face crumpled a bit. That wasn't the answer he'd expected, "Are we," He paused, hesitating to say the word, "Are we a couple now?"
Bra smiled an amused smile and turned to Uub, her face never leaving her breakfast, "I guess we are, aren't we?" Her voice was soft as she spoke.
Uub let out a relieved breath and took a seat next to her, relieved that she had admitted they were now a couple. "So..."
"You say that a lot," Bra said observantly, eyeing him while taking another bite.
"And the problem is?" Uub stared at her, a small hint of annoyance in his voice.
"It's annoying," She said simply, looking around her. "No drink?"
"Oh, come on!" Uub said, standing up suddenly. He then realized how stupid he looked just standing there and paced from the training chamber to the table and back slowly. "You want me to get you a drink?" He said, looking at her sternly.
"Well, that was why I asked wasn't it?" Bra said rolling her eyes. "You're not shaping up to be a good boyfriend so far you know."
Uub was about to say something, but resisted. He'd never been anyone's "boyfriend" before and wasn't sure what to say.
"I brought you breakfast. Was that a bad thing?" He asked her with a shaking in his voice.
"You did that out of guilt," Bra snapped sharply, "You didn't do it out of love or liking."
Uub found that this was true. He wanted to say something to her, but no words would come out of his mouth. He tried to speak again: nothing.
"Do I embarrass you?" Bra said, frowning at him innocently, her large dark ocean eyes staring at him in curiousity. Uub found it hard to look away from them.
"No," Uub said truthfully enough, "I'm just afraid someone will find out--"
"About us?" Bra stood and walked towards him. "Why? Why are you afraid?"
"Shouldn't that be obvious?" Uub said in disbelief.
"My father?" Bra shook her head and smiled, "He'll be so happy I'm with you and not Goten, he won't have time to get mad at you."
"You say that as if it'll be so easy," Uub said with a skeptical look. "I've seen him mad, Bra. It's not a good state for him." Memories of all the battles he'd been in flowed into Uub's mind. At least, all the ones Uub'd seen himself.
"Trust me on this one, Uub," Bra said with a reassuring tone in her voice. "Dad won't be mad."
"For the moment, can we just not tell him," Uub pleaded, "Just to be safe."
Bra sighed, annoyed, "Whatever," And turned away from him. Just let him be for now...
Uub, a lot happier now that that was settled, grabbed Bra's hand and turned towards the door.
"What are you doing?" Bra asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You said you wanted a drink," Uub said with a smile.
"And you want to get it with me in broad daylight?" Bra asked with a sly smile.
"Yes," Uub said sternly, but still smiling, "Now do you want a drink or not?"
Bra smiled and sighed, nodding her head as Uub ushered her out of the doorway and into his car.
Sunlight poured into Roshi's room. At first, Marron didn't want to open her eyes, but a wave of nausea that hit her shortly after forced her to and made her retreat to the bathroom with a rush of sickness. After a few painful moments, she exited the bathroom, a slight pounding in her temples.
Well, Marron thought with a annoyed sigh, Maybe that wasn't the best decision I've made in my life. She couldn't believe she'd actually drank that much. She only remembered passing out on Goten's chest and then waking up in Roshi's bed. She hoped that's all that happened after she'd passed out, but she trusted Goten to not do anything stupid. At least not in that sense.
As she walked out of Roshi's room, a hand to her head, all she could think about was how careless she'd been. If my mother knew...
She was stopped in her tracks by the smell of burnt toast. Her eyes immediately turning towards the kitchen, she saw a most peculiar sight.
Goten was huddled over the toaster, a blue and green floral patterend oven mitt on each hand, quickly fumbling burning pieces of toast onto a plate beside him, which was already stacked with over a dozen burnt slices. She watched him as he slabbed butter clumsily onto the crisp black toast before laying them ontop of the plate's stack. The knife in his mittened hands looked very silly, as did Goten dipping the knife in the butter, causing his mitts to get a better coat of butter than the bread. Even though his back was turned to her, every time he put the piece of toast onto the plate, she could glimpse the side of his face. He looked frustrated, but his expression was priceless; a child's innocence in his eyes. It made him look so much like Goku it was unreal.
Marron tried to stifle a laugh, which was immediately what her first instinct to the situation was: to laugh. But she held it in a little longer, until Goten turned around that is. Goten wheeled around with the plate of toast, sporting a pink apron with the words KISS ME on the front of it in bold letters, the end of his hair was smoking, one strand with a small flame still on the end of it, and burnt toast bits and butter smeared all over his face, mingled with the sweat that was pouring down it. Marron caught one glance of him facing her and couldn't hold it in. She let out a peal of laughter, startling Goten and almost causing him to spill the plate of toast.
"Marron!" Goten yelled in surprise, balancing the plate of toast back into his hands. He hadn't expected her to be up this early.
It took Marron a few minutes to stop laughing, tears rolling down her cheeks from laughing so much. "Oh my...Goten...ha ha ha...Oh my gosh..." She was still laughing as Goten set the plate onto the table beside them, and looked at her curiously.
"What?" He looked down at himself, "Is it the apron?"
This caused Marron to laugh even more, "Where did you get that?" She finally managed to ask.
"It was in Roshi's closet," Goten said, his face turning red with embarrassment. He whipped the apron off, "Do I have something on my face too?"
"Y--yes," Marron sputtered, leaning on the chair beside the table for support.
Goten wiped off the butter and toast bits with the apron and laid it on the kitchen counter. "Is it all off?"
Marron settled down, clutching her stomach, as she sank into the chair, "It's--it's all gone, now, Goten," She was still giggling.
"Okay then," Goten reached for another plate and looked at Marron with as serious a face as he could muster. "Do you want any breakfast?"
Marron finally stopped laughing, and looked at Goten with an amused smile on her face, "Goten, you didn't have to do this."
"I know I didn't," Goten said bluntly. "But I did, so do you want any?"
"Goten, I," Marron liked toast, but what Goten had created was not toast. Goten laid a plate with two pieces in front of her, and she poked one of the pieces with her fork. Hard as a rock, and black all over. She looked to Goten and saw an anxious, anticipating look on his face. She looked back at the plate. Was he expecting her to eat it?
"What is it?" Goten asked innocently, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Did I make the toast right?"
Marron didn't want to make him feel bad, "Well, yes, you made it just like anyone would make toast..." Except you usually don't nuke it too...
"I've never really made breakfast before," Goten admitted, a bit of pink rising to his cheeks. "Mom usually makes it at home."
"I can see that," Marron muttered, lifting the piece of toast in her hand. She raised it to her mouth and attempted to take a bite out of it. Nothing happened. The toast was too hard for her teeth to break into. She sat there, looking like an idiot trying to eat a slice of burnt toast that wouldn't break apart.
"Is it that bad?" Goten asked with a disappointing frown.
"No, no!" Marron reassured him, laying the toast back on the plate, the slice still intact. "I just---uhm---I just," How can I say it?
"What?" Goten pressed, his face looking more and more withered.
"It's just that...," Marron began. It's just that this isn't toast, it's burnt cardboard! But Marron couldn't say that; she knew he had tried really hard to make breakfast for her. "Listen, Goten. I know you worked very hard on this, and I appreciate it a lot. More than you could ever know, but it's just that--"
"You don't like toast, do you?" Goten burst in, his face a sad frown.
Thank you, lord! Saved! Marron screamed in her mind, "That's it! Yes, I'm afraid I've never really enjoyed toast that much, to tell you the truth."
Goten let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, that's okay then." That's a relief! I could have really screwed up! "For a second there, I thought you weren't going to eat it because I did a bad job making it."
Marron gulped loudly, leaning back in her seat, feeling slightly guilty. She looked over at the other pieces of toast lying beside Goten; at least a dozen slices. "Goten, I'm so sorry you went to all this trouble for me." She suddenly felt very bad about the whole ordeal. He did do this all for ME...
"It's okay," Goten said, a small childish smile on his face, "more for me!" He reached over and went to take a bite out of a slice of toast. There was a loud CRUNCH! and the toast split in to several small pieces. Goten chewed the bit in his mouth slowly.
"Uh," Marron flinched at the crunching of the toast, "How is it?"
"Not bad," Goten replied thoughtfully, "A little burnt though."
Marron let out a giggle, "Well, you know," She said, rolling her eyes playfully. "That's to be expected sometimes." She still was in awe that he could take a bite out of it.
"You sure you don't want to try it?" Goten held out a piece to her.
Marron waved her hands in definate defiance, "Oh no, no! That's okay! I'm fine!" She said, sweat beading on her face.
"Okaaaay," Goten said slowly, offering it to her one more time, but she shoved it back towards him, and he shrugged and ate it.
Marron still felt guilty and wanted to make him feel better about the entire incident. "It was really sweet of you to do this for me, Goten."
Goten looked up and saw her staring at him with very soulful, sensual eyes. He had never seen that look on her face before, nor felt this odd about it. His stomach suddenly had butterflies, and he didn't feel as hungry as usual. "Uhm, that's alright," Was all he could manage.
"Still," Marron said sweetly, "You didn't have to go to all this trouble."
Goten had never noticed how blue her eyes really were until that moment, "It's okay, I'm fine with it," He couldn't look away from her face, "If you want, I could fix you breakfast every morning--"
"No, no!" Marron yelped, jumping up out of her seat. "I mean, that's okay," She said more calmly, "I can cook the rest of the week."
"I just figured you wouldn't feel as good this morning and wanted to fix you some breakfast so you wouldn't have to."
Marron had just remembered the events of the night past. To her surprise, it seemed her headache was vanishing. "Actually I feel alot better now."
"Well that's good!" Goten said, a smile spreading across his face, happy she wasn't sick or anything.
"How come you aren't sick or have a hangover?" Marron asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
"Saiyans apparently don't get hangovers, or at least ones that last long," Goten shrugged, eating the last slice of toast.
Marron didn't know what to be more amazed of: the fact that Saiyans were unable to get hangovers, or the fact that he'd eaten over a dozen slices of that nasty burnt toast. "That's...amazing!" She said with a hesitant smile.
"I know!" Goten said with a bit more enthusiasm, standing up and taking the empty plate to the sink.
Marron watched him with an amused grin. He's so much like a child at times, and yet at the same time so mature...Goten, you are a mystery...She walked up beside him and, without really thinking about it or planning it, planted a kiss on his cheek.
Goten reeled for a second in wonder and shock. Her lips were soft and warm on his cheek, and his heart seemed to speed up another beat or two after the lips had left his face. "Marron?" Goten asked sheepishly after a second's silence.
"Well the apron did say "kiss me" on it, didn't it?" Marron said with a playful smile.
"Uh," Goten was unsure of what to say. "What do you want to do?" What now?
Marron looked out the window at the beautiful sunshine outside, "Let's go take a walk along the beach shall we?" There was a sly grin on her face.
Goten stared at her for a minute in amazement and then watched as she started to walk out the door. She turned back to him, her face still smiling. "Are you going outside with me or not?" She asked with a questioning look.
Goten suddenly beamed and followed her out the door, "Coming!" Marron, you are a mystery...
SO how was it? I liked writing this chapter as well! Next chapter, It's mainly about Marron and Goten's day on the beach at the Roshi house, doing some personal discovery and finding out more about each other...and someone's on to Bra and Uub! Please keep reviewing guys, and telling me your thoughts! You guys are the reason I write this story! LOL, this bud's for you!
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