Goten had woken from his sleep to find that dark had covered the sky. He got up from bed and wobbled a little until he regained his balance. He heard loud voices downstairs, so he decided to listen in.

"Are you serious Gohan? That's what your father told you," said Chi-chi.

"Yes, Goten has to mate with someone by the end of this month, or he dies."

Goten's eyes widened in shock as he got closer to his mother and brother's discussion.

"Well, I'll just have to get him a nice, sweet, girl to settle down with. I have to make some calls tomorrow. Goodnight sweetie, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you mom."

Goten moved quietly back to his room and closed the door. He sat on his bed for a while in complete silence. He became overwhelmed with the chance that he might die if he didn't mate. He wanted to be with someone he loved and not with someone who was practically a stranger.

"This is all happening to fast. I need some air."

Goten took off into the night. Flying over the forest, he realized he needed to create real distance between him. He flew for hours as the sun began to rise; he landed at a place where a lot of his interesting memories took place.

"The Marshal Arts stadium. Why did I end up here?"

He sat on one of the bleachers, staring at the ring where he fought many opponents. He was happy and free then. He didn't want to be tied down with a wife and children. He just wanted to be Goten forever.

He rose from his seat and flew to the ring. His feet planted firmly to the ground. He stood with his hands in fists. He took a stance and started kicking and punching the air with such speed that the movements were fluid. He felt alive and free with erasing his worries from his mind. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face, as he kept moving all over the ring. He was so rapped up in the feeling that he didn't notice a pair of blue eyes watching his every move with a smirk on his face.

Goten became tired, so he stopped to realize he wasn't alone. He turned around to see his smiling best friend floating above him. He landed in the ring and walked towards him, placing a hand on Goten's shoulder.

"Needed some air Goten?"

"Yeah, I heard my mother talking with Gohan."

"I-I have to mate with someone or die at the end of the month."

"I know Goten. My dad told me when Goku brought you to the infirmary."

"Apparently, it's a saiyan thing."

"Yeah but why didn't this happen to you Trunks?"

"The only thing I can think of is that all saiyans are different. Maybe it has to do with biology. My father is a prince and your a third class saiyan, and I don't mean anything by that remark I just made. I think your dad's great."

"I know Trunks, but I can't fall in love with someone in a month. I heard my mom say she would be making some calls today."

"What! That's just ridiculous."

"Well I just hope I can find someone that I can at least learn to love."

Trunks was hurting inside his heart. The thought of Goten with someone else for the rest of his life was killing him. He needed to sit down, his face looking at the lush, green grass beneath his feet. Was he really going to do this? Worst case he could reject him and pick a girl, and he would live, but he realized this would damage him in ways that destroying the enemies of the earth couldn't.

"Goten."

"Yes Trunks."

"W-what if I knew someone who already loved you? I think this person would be good for you."

"How do you even know this person loves me?"

"I've seen the way this person looks at you Goten. Trust me, they are practically love sick over you."

"Really, who is it Trunks?"

Trunks rose from where he was sitting and stood before his best friend. "Well I'll tell you on one condition."

"Ok, what's the condition Trunks?"

"We spar first, that is if you can handle it." Trunks noticed a sparkle in his friend's eye as soon as he said it.

"I can handle anything."

"Alright, are you ready?"

"You bet."

They both took their stances and began to spar.

Vegeta spotted the two boys sparring in the World Martial Arts Tournament ring and for a moment was proud that they were sparing. He could tell that his son was winning the fight, but he had a feeling it didn't matter who won. It was just about two people enjoying the sport of sparring.

The two boys were breathing heavily as they stood apart from each other in their former positions.

"You've certainly improved from the last time we fought," said Trunks. "It's becoming harder to beat you, and I will."

"Not this time Trunks. I'm going to beat you this time."

"Well, lets see it than chibi."

Goten starting run into Trunks's direction and Trunks started doing the same thing. Suddenly, Goten tripped on an uneven white tile and started to fall into Trunks, and they both tumbled to the ground with Trunks landing on top of Goten. Trunks looked down at Goten who realized the position they were in.

"Way to be graceful Goten."

"It was bound to happen. I'm kind of a klutz."

"True chibi. Lets just call it a draw. We'll have other times in our life to spar."

"Ok, so who is this person who loves me?"

"Oh right, I promised to tell you."

Trunks leaned into Goten, which made Goten very nervous.

"Pay attention Goten because I'm only going to say this once."

All Goten could do was nod. He felt paralyzed by Trunks. Trunks leaned even closer to Goten's face and came to his ear.

"I-I-It's me Goten. I love you." His voice shook as he told the younger saiyan. He quickly got off of Goten and stood at a distance. He turned away and wiped the tears from his eyes.

Goten was shocked but managed to stand up to look at the back of his friend's back.

"I want you to really think about it Goten. If you decide that one of the woman your mother picks for you is someone you could potentially love, then that's great you can live happily ever after. I can't say that I'll support that decision, but I'm still your best friend Goten, so I'll try to be happy for you."