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PART TWO: SON GOTEN

Another day, another date. Goten sat in the Satan Cafeteria and waited for his girlfriend Paris patiently. He couldn't help noticing that most of the people passing him were students. "So, school's out," he mused, looking at the clock on the wall. After 20 minutes, Paris still hadn't met him.

Goten had done a lot of heavy thinking lately. Is it going to be like this forever? Will his relationship with Paris last forever? Paris wasn't the only girl he's dated. He had dated a lot during high school and the year after that.and then after that.

But he always got dumped, and the girls always used lousy excuses. Paris had, so far, given him the love he needed. He hoped that he could marry her someday. However, he knew that sort of feeling wouldn't last forever, so he just made up his mind to just enjoy what he had.

"And at least I didn't get stuck behind some desk somewhere signing documents!" Goten grinned when he thought of his best friend, Trunks, who got roped into the Presidency of Capsule Corp. No wonder the poor guy was still single. It would be hard for Trunks to have a serious relationship when he's so busy all the time. Goten was SO glad he was not a busy guy.

10 more minutes passed and there was still no sign of Paris. Had she forgotten him? He finished his second glass of orange juice. Whenever he waited for Paris, he always got really thirsty. "Goten-kun!"

Goten's eyes brightened when he saw Paris. "Hi!" He gave her a light kiss on the cheek and pulled out her chair.

"Goten-kun.I'm sorry, I can't stay," she told him, wiping the sweat on her forehead using a tissue.

"Why? You're busy?" Goten asked.

Paris lowered her head. "Yes.I have a very important meeting with the designers in 10 minutes."

Goten stared at her. He knew how busy models were, especially when they're famous, like Paris. But he still felt upset that Paris had to leave so soon. He tried to understand. He took her hands and held them firmly. She looked up at him. "Well," he said, "at least I got to see you for a little while." He smiled at her. "Since you're in such a hurry, why don't I take you there right now?" he offered. Goten liked taking Paris to her appointments rather than just having her leave him alone in the cafeteria.

"Sure," Paris answered softly.

Goten paid for his orange juice and they left the cafeteria hand in hand. Goten held her hand so tight.he wanted to hold on forever. But he knew that someday, he would have to let it go.