Chapter 2: Goku?!?!?!
A wonderful scent hung in the air, as Goten watched the weekend barbeque commence from his lawnchair. Goten attempted to relax, but to no avail. Normally, the weekend barbeque was something he looked forward to all week, but this time, it was something he knew he had to dread.
Goten glanced at Paris, who sat in a similar lawn chair next to him. She smiled at him, grasping his hand reasurringly. It didn't helf at all, and Goten gulped. It had to happen sometime...well...maybe he could delay it...
Somehow, Paris sensed the hesitation in Goten, and squeezed his hand quite hard. Goten froze for a second, reminding himself what Paris would do if he didn't do it. Goten swallowed.
"Okay, it's ready!" Yelled Bulma.
Suddenly, the picnic tables were swarmed by a mass of bodies. Krillin, 18, Vegeta, Trunks, Yamcha, Tien, videl, Chi-Chi, Puar, Oolong, Hercule, Buu, Chiatzou, Piccolo, Marron, Bra, and even Bulma was already getting food. Goten glanced again again, and counted everyone. They were missing some people.
"Okay...now's the perfect time to tell them," Paris whispered to Goten.
"My brother isn't here...and neither is pan," Goten responded quietly, so only Paris could here him.
"It doesn't matter. You've been putting this off for a month, so do it now!" Paris whispered. Goten knew that she was right, he had been putting this off.
"Uh...guys, "Goten started, "guys...uh...hey...uh...guys...HEY!!!"
The backyard went silent, and Goten quickly noted everyone was staring at him. Including Trunks, the only one who had told. Goten swallowed a final time.
"This better be damn important!" Vegeta yelled, his mouth still filled with hamburger.
"It kinda is...uh...guys...uh...me and Paris...are...um...getting married," Goten finally blurted.
Goten noted the silence, which was not what he was hoping for. He felt his face turn red...or maybe he was going pale, he couldn't decide which. He glanced at Paris, who looked at him smiling.
Suddenly, he was swept into a crowd of women. He was instantly bombarded by questions. However, Goten realized they weren't mad, or disapointed. But happy for him.
"When is the wedding?"
"When did you ask?"
"Sheesh, Goten, it's about time!"
Vegeta smirked, as he sat back, grabbing another hamburger. He felt sorry for the boy, having to dedicate his life to a single woman for the rest of his life. Hell, Vegeta was almost tired of his marriage, that blasted woman giving him orders. But once again, Goku's offspring had proven himself better then his own, in his view.
"Trunks, maybe you should go out and get a mate, instead of running that blasted business," Vegeta suggested.
"Dad, that 'blasted business' as you call it is, is quite important. Capsule Corp needs me and-"
"You want to be bested by Goku's son?"
"Dad, your feud between you and Goku is over. And your not dragging me and Goten into this contest of who's the better Saiyan. I am his FRIEND, not enemy," Trunks responded angrily.
"Whatever," Vegeta replied harshly.
"Just leave me alone. I'm going inside," Trunks said annoyed.
Trunks walked into Gohan's house. He needed to get away from his father...every moment was hell with him. He angrily began to walk randomly around the house. Although publicly he would not admit it, his dad's words affected him. He felt bad deep inside, he had failed to meet his father's expectations. He was never good enough.
Suddenly, he realized he was in Pan's room. She was his only other friend besides Goten, that he had. His work with Capsule Corp kept him busy, and soon, Pan would be his only friend, due to Goten's marriage taking up time. Of course...that hadn't been working out recently, due to the awkward differences of their sex.
"Trunks..."
Trunks turned around to see Pan, who had just flown into her room through the window. He quickly stood up, and turned toward the door.
"You don't have to leave," Pan said, as she stared at Trunks.
"Thanks," Trunks began slowly, "but I think I should leave."
As he headed toward the door, Trunks heard a sniffle. He turned around, to see a tear fall from Pan's left eye. He stood, absolutely shocked. This wasn't the Pan he knew, the strong Pan...who was always tough no matter what.
"Are you...are you all right?" Asked Trunks, worried. Pan just sat down on her bed.
"I...couldn't do it," Pan began, "I can't do it. I can't do it, I can't do it!"
The tears fell free from her eyes, and Trunks began to realize that she'd had it rough the last year also. The stress had gotten to her. The stress of a pressuring parent, a missing loved one, and the urge to become a Super Saiyan. She had, to say the least, had been going through major problems. Yet, he had ignored her as a friend...some friend he was.
Trunks put his arm around Pan, who stared at him for a moment. Then she buried her head into his shoulder, and pulled up close against him. Trunks slowly embraced her.
"It's okay. It'll be okay, your fine. It's okay," Trunks promised.
Outside, there was a celebration, as Goten and Paris told their plans to marry. Several were surprised, some weren't, and some had a suspicion that this had been going on behind their backs. After all...Goten and Paris had been dating for some time.
Goten looked in the crowd for Trunks. Where was he? He was just here a couple of seconds ago...he could have sworn...
"So," Krillin began, "when is the wedding? You still haven't told us!"
"Oh, two months from now," Came the happy response from Paris.
"Am I invited?"
Vegeta sat up immediately, instantly recognizing the familiar voice. the power signature was the same, and Vegeta quickly cursed himself for letting his gaurd down and nto sensing it. He stared at the sky for a second, before seeing him. His rival...Goku.
Another Note: Hey...so...was that good? Please review! I need to improve my writing desperately. I beg you.
A wonderful scent hung in the air, as Goten watched the weekend barbeque commence from his lawnchair. Goten attempted to relax, but to no avail. Normally, the weekend barbeque was something he looked forward to all week, but this time, it was something he knew he had to dread.
Goten glanced at Paris, who sat in a similar lawn chair next to him. She smiled at him, grasping his hand reasurringly. It didn't helf at all, and Goten gulped. It had to happen sometime...well...maybe he could delay it...
Somehow, Paris sensed the hesitation in Goten, and squeezed his hand quite hard. Goten froze for a second, reminding himself what Paris would do if he didn't do it. Goten swallowed.
"Okay, it's ready!" Yelled Bulma.
Suddenly, the picnic tables were swarmed by a mass of bodies. Krillin, 18, Vegeta, Trunks, Yamcha, Tien, videl, Chi-Chi, Puar, Oolong, Hercule, Buu, Chiatzou, Piccolo, Marron, Bra, and even Bulma was already getting food. Goten glanced again again, and counted everyone. They were missing some people.
"Okay...now's the perfect time to tell them," Paris whispered to Goten.
"My brother isn't here...and neither is pan," Goten responded quietly, so only Paris could here him.
"It doesn't matter. You've been putting this off for a month, so do it now!" Paris whispered. Goten knew that she was right, he had been putting this off.
"Uh...guys, "Goten started, "guys...uh...hey...uh...guys...HEY!!!"
The backyard went silent, and Goten quickly noted everyone was staring at him. Including Trunks, the only one who had told. Goten swallowed a final time.
"This better be damn important!" Vegeta yelled, his mouth still filled with hamburger.
"It kinda is...uh...guys...uh...me and Paris...are...um...getting married," Goten finally blurted.
Goten noted the silence, which was not what he was hoping for. He felt his face turn red...or maybe he was going pale, he couldn't decide which. He glanced at Paris, who looked at him smiling.
Suddenly, he was swept into a crowd of women. He was instantly bombarded by questions. However, Goten realized they weren't mad, or disapointed. But happy for him.
"When is the wedding?"
"When did you ask?"
"Sheesh, Goten, it's about time!"
Vegeta smirked, as he sat back, grabbing another hamburger. He felt sorry for the boy, having to dedicate his life to a single woman for the rest of his life. Hell, Vegeta was almost tired of his marriage, that blasted woman giving him orders. But once again, Goku's offspring had proven himself better then his own, in his view.
"Trunks, maybe you should go out and get a mate, instead of running that blasted business," Vegeta suggested.
"Dad, that 'blasted business' as you call it is, is quite important. Capsule Corp needs me and-"
"You want to be bested by Goku's son?"
"Dad, your feud between you and Goku is over. And your not dragging me and Goten into this contest of who's the better Saiyan. I am his FRIEND, not enemy," Trunks responded angrily.
"Whatever," Vegeta replied harshly.
"Just leave me alone. I'm going inside," Trunks said annoyed.
Trunks walked into Gohan's house. He needed to get away from his father...every moment was hell with him. He angrily began to walk randomly around the house. Although publicly he would not admit it, his dad's words affected him. He felt bad deep inside, he had failed to meet his father's expectations. He was never good enough.
Suddenly, he realized he was in Pan's room. She was his only other friend besides Goten, that he had. His work with Capsule Corp kept him busy, and soon, Pan would be his only friend, due to Goten's marriage taking up time. Of course...that hadn't been working out recently, due to the awkward differences of their sex.
"Trunks..."
Trunks turned around to see Pan, who had just flown into her room through the window. He quickly stood up, and turned toward the door.
"You don't have to leave," Pan said, as she stared at Trunks.
"Thanks," Trunks began slowly, "but I think I should leave."
As he headed toward the door, Trunks heard a sniffle. He turned around, to see a tear fall from Pan's left eye. He stood, absolutely shocked. This wasn't the Pan he knew, the strong Pan...who was always tough no matter what.
"Are you...are you all right?" Asked Trunks, worried. Pan just sat down on her bed.
"I...couldn't do it," Pan began, "I can't do it. I can't do it, I can't do it!"
The tears fell free from her eyes, and Trunks began to realize that she'd had it rough the last year also. The stress had gotten to her. The stress of a pressuring parent, a missing loved one, and the urge to become a Super Saiyan. She had, to say the least, had been going through major problems. Yet, he had ignored her as a friend...some friend he was.
Trunks put his arm around Pan, who stared at him for a moment. Then she buried her head into his shoulder, and pulled up close against him. Trunks slowly embraced her.
"It's okay. It'll be okay, your fine. It's okay," Trunks promised.
Outside, there was a celebration, as Goten and Paris told their plans to marry. Several were surprised, some weren't, and some had a suspicion that this had been going on behind their backs. After all...Goten and Paris had been dating for some time.
Goten looked in the crowd for Trunks. Where was he? He was just here a couple of seconds ago...he could have sworn...
"So," Krillin began, "when is the wedding? You still haven't told us!"
"Oh, two months from now," Came the happy response from Paris.
"Am I invited?"
Vegeta sat up immediately, instantly recognizing the familiar voice. the power signature was the same, and Vegeta quickly cursed himself for letting his gaurd down and nto sensing it. He stared at the sky for a second, before seeing him. His rival...Goku.
Another Note: Hey...so...was that good? Please review! I need to improve my writing desperately. I beg you.