Well, this short little chapter will be based on 17's POV. I know it's a G/M story...but I'm thinking about not making it them now. Review and tell me what you wanna see. Because I have no idea what I'm going to do. This story is the result of listening to OIngo Boingo reeeally late at night. Oh, well.

I do not own the song "Pictures of You" by Oingo Boingo. Nope.

17's POV

Well, tonight was absolutely to die for. The love of my life moved in, finally. I had been looking forward to this for the longest god-damn time. I had been alone for so many years, only wanting to live because I knew, just a few more years. Just a few more years, and she'd be mine. I honestly couldn't believe 18 when she told me her adorable daughter was in love with me. Shit, I was seriously planning on just making her love me...thank god that wasn't nessecary. I would absolutely have hated to hurt her...I never thought I could love someone so much. Things were going wonderful. They really were. I mean, she was so happy. And god, so was I. She came over at 7, just like she said she would. I was afraid she wouldn't show up. But she did, and I was so nervous. I just kept thinking I would mess up, and she'd leave me. But during the course of the night, I realized she would never do that. The moment she stepped in the door, she smiled and kissed me. Her lips are so soft...Marron is the only woman I will ever let touch me. I don't know what it is about people touching me. I just hate it. But shes so gentle and sweet. It's so much different. So much different. She unpacked in the room I gave her. She's absolutely in love with this house. After she unpacked, she cooked me dinner...I really could get used to it. Then we decided to watch a movie. She came downstairs in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and she joined me on the couch, curling up to me as she put her face to my chest. About half-way through the movie, she became really hot in her sweats...so, to my surprise, she took off her sweatshirt and pants. I had to fucking control myself, and it took every ounce of god damn self control I had, not to do things to her I knew she wasn't ready for. But she still slept next to me, and I fell asleep after a while also, with this gorgeous woman in my arms. I woke up soon, and saw she was still asleep. I picked her up, and lay her down in her bed. She frowned slightly in her sweet sleep, and murmered, 'I love you, 17-chan...'. God as my witness, I felt happier than I ever had. I went out to my balcony, and leaned on the edge, sighing as the wind blew my hair around. 18 hates my long hair. But she told me Marron-chan loves it. I really don't care...looks are not at all important to me. Ironicly, 18 tells me Marron-chan and myself are one of the most gorgeous couples she's ever seen. Whatever that means. So I was out on my balcony, and then I sense that bastard Goten on my fiances balcony. Fuck no. I wanted to know what the hell he was doing to her. So I went over to her little room, and saw throught the balcony he had her pinned to the ground. I have to admit, I lost it. I really did. To see that saiyen so close to her. It really lets the rage break. So I walked out to the balcony, a red ki blast forming in my hands, letting it go as Goten nearly kissed her. After a shit load of talk, he admitted he loved Marron. My Marron-chan. She didn't look enthused, so its not like I was jealous. Well, I really don't know what I felt. All I know is that I haven't hurt any human since Gero made me. And when I burned his shoulder, all I know is it felt good. Like I let out all the rage I've felt in my 24 years alone. I watched Marrons face the whole time Goten spoke, and she was sprawled on the floor of the balcony, her skimpy lingere barely covering her curves, and she had her mouth open slightly in shock. After he finally left, Marron-chan came up to me, whimpering. She whispered how sorry she was, how sorry she was Goten was all over her. She seemed to believe it was her fault. Which it was not. I wrapped my arms around her, and calmed her down. I kissed the top of her head, and she stopped crying, and tilted her head. She looked up at me, and said "You...you aren't mad at me?" she said shakily. I nodded, and kissed her softly on the lips. She responded to this surprised, and kissed me back, turning the dark little kiss I gave her into a sweet one. I began to kiss her a bit more deeply, and she got more into it too, and ran her hands through my long hair, as I did the same to her. She broke off, looking at me with her innocent eyes, and pouty lips. She ran her hands down the front of my chest, and smiled. "No...we should stop there. Just a few more weeks, sweetheart" she said, refering to what I suppose was out wedding night. She flounced back inside, her soft blonde curls bouncing. I smiled, something I never did unless I was with Marron-chan. I passed through her room, and went back into mine. I pulled out a small bottle of champaigne, and a few random pills. I swallowed them with the alcohol, and leaned back. Wedding, 3 weeks and 4 days away.

And I cannot wait.

End.