Yay! Chapter 8! I know, I know, it took me long enough. But I worked really hard, so enjoy!

Marron smirked as she lifted two fingers to Goten's open mouth, and closed it gently. "You're drooling, 'Ten."

He nodded dumbly, but then tried to regain composure. He cleared his throat, and, eyes still wide; he took Marron's arm in his and led her out the door.

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The restaurant was called Chez Ritz. It was a tall building, with a large canopy in front. And extremely expensive looking. "'Ten, this place looks expensive. Are you sure you can afford this?" Marron tugged on his hand like a little girl.

"You just worry about looking drop dead gorgeous, 'kay Mar? And I'll take care of the bill. Plus, if I'm going to spend money, who better to spend it on then you, ne?" he asked, smiling down at her.

She smiled back. "Whatever you say, 'Ten."

They continued to walk inside. The lobby was a round room, with a hostess stand, multiple leather couches, and a grand chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling.

Marron looked around in awe as her and Goten made their way up to the hostess stand. The chandelier sparkled in the light, and it caught her eye immediately.

"Marron, babe, would you mind waiting over there? I have a surprise for you," Goten interrupted her thoughts.

She smirked. "A surprise, huh? Is this a good surprise or a bad surprise?"

"You'll see."

A minute later, Goten motioned for Marron to come back. A waitress led them to a back dining room decorated in crimson. It was small, and it was lit by candles. A violinist played in the corner. Only one table was in the center of the room.

"'Ten, It's empty." Marron shot him a confused look.

The waitress nodded as Goten gave her a tip. "Exactly. That's the surprise." The waitress left.

Marron looked at him again. "You did this for me?"

Goten chuckled softly. "Of course." He pulled out a chair for her.

As she walked over to sit down in the chair, she gave Goten a peck on the cheek. "I knew I stuck with you for a reason." She smiled and sat down.

"Ha ha, that's just so funny." Goten made a face as he sat down in his own chair.

"'Ten, this is beautiful. Thank you so much."

"Only for you, Mar," he replied.

Marron smiled, then frowned. "We need to talk, 'Ten. You know how much I love you, right?"

He nodded.

"That's what you wanted. For all those years. And now, you're not even home. I know, I know, it's all my fault. And if you live to be a million, 'Ten, you'll never know how much guilt is inside of me. But when I sent you here, I was so afraid. I was afraid that you were going to be a Trunks, or some other guy I dated. I didn't realize that you were different; that you would never hurt me for anything. I was stupid, Goten, and I'll admit it. I've never been so stupid in my entire life. I was comparing you to everyone I dated, but none of them could compare to you. I was more than wrong." She sighed and paused to catch her breath.

"Babe, where are you going with this?" Goten asked.

Marron took his hand from across the table. "Come home Goten. There's nothing more you can prove to me. I know, I'm absolutely positive, that you will always be true to me. Look at this. Don't you want this everyday? No matter what, the both of us, in the same place. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't want to come home."

Goten pulled his hand away. "Marron, everything you've said is completely true. And it's not about proving that I'm loyal anymore. It's not about you, and its not about me. I knew, the day I left, that I had nothing more to prove to you. But if you remember correctly, Trunks never really got over you, did he?"

~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~

"Trunks, I think we should see other people," Marron had told him.

"Why Marron? Did I do something wrong? I don't want to lose you."

Marron smiled. "Trunks, its not you. I just... can't be in a relationship right now. But we're still friends, right?"

~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~

"No, he didn't. But what does that have to do with us?" Marron asked.

Goten shook his head. "Trunks is my best friend. And to see us together would tear him up. And as much as I love you Marron, Trunks does count for something. So until he can get over you, there's no way I can come home. You don't understand, do you?"

Marron looked at her lap. "I don't want to fight over this, 'Ten. Our time is too limited."

"You're right." He glanced over at the violinist. "May I have this dance?" He stood up and offered her his hand.

She smiled as she took his hand, stood up, and followed him onto the dance floor.

He wrapped his arms around her; she laid her head on his chest, both their eyes closed.

They were so in tune with each other, they didn't hear the waitress sneak in and lay food on the table.