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How could I be so dull… it was obvious enough that he didn't like me from the start, but I went ahead and confessed to
him anyways! Goten thought, sniffling as streaks of salty tears slid down his pale cheeks. His growing ambitions had done only
what he feared most. "Nothing is right, and I don't know how to make it right," he said through his pillow. A knock sounded at
the door, but there was no reason to open it. Why would he open it, and how could whoever was knocking on his door make
the slightest difference to shift his current state of sorrow? "Goten please open the door… it's Bulma." That did the trick.
Bulma's here…? Goten raised himself up, aching as he did. His eyes were red from crying, but then again, Bulma already knew
he would be. He opened the door slowly, squinting as the light pierced his dark room. Goten blinked in an effort to focus. "I see
you brought Bra-chan too," he stated. Bulma smiled warmly at him and was offered to come in. Bra skipped alongside her as
they made their way to the center of the dark room. Goten walked back to his bed and sat down, offering them the comfort of
soft sheets, instead of his old wooden chair. Bra leaped up beside Goten and sat down quietly. "Why did you come to see me?"
Goten questioned, eyes following Bulma's movements as she sat down in his old wooden chair.
She sighed and replied, "I know, about you and-…"
Goten interrupted, "Trunks…"
Goten stared down at his lap, not wanting to see the expression on her face. It was all too disturbing, and he didn't care to
continue his sulking if he could help it. Bulma smirked and said, "You may think you're lost… and that your life is crashing down before
your very eyes." Goten looked up at her and nodded. She continued, "You're not alone…" He raised a brow, knowing the that Bulma
had her quirks, but this was something he hadn't seen in her before. "No Goten, you'll never be alone. I know this, and, so does my
son." Goten blinked, assuming that she had lost her mind to think that she even knew what he was feeling. She narrowed her gaze at him
and whispered, "I can see it in his eyes, and the way his expression has been full of sorrow. I know my son Goten, better than you think.
You can sit there and think I'm out of my mind…." Goten raised a hand in accusation, but Bulma continued, "But you're wrong, very
wrong. Goten, it's hard for people to accept things in life, and what you put my son up to was about the hardest thing anyone could ever
accept in their lives, especially when it's his best friend telling him." Goten stared in awe of this newfound relationship he was developing
with Bulma, and how brilliant she always seemed to be.
Goten felt a tear slide down his cheek. His voice was shaky, but he managed to speak, "Please…. H-help…?" He sniffled, still
trying to maintain his unstable form. Bulma smiled and walked over to him, kneeling down in front of him and placing her hand on his
cheek. She spoke soothingly, "It's not in my hands. Goten, you're the only one who's going to make a difference here, and as much as I
want to help, I can't. He may be my son… but what little I can tell you that you don't already know, doesn't compare to the
unbreakable bond you share with him. He's your one true love, not mine. Goten, you have to do this on your own, and I know that if
there's one person in the world Trunks would ever want to spend his life with, it'd be with someone as caring and pure-hearted as you."
Goten nodded slowly and embraced Bulma. "You've been his best friend since childhood, now show him how much he means to you.
Life is full of mistakes; don't let this be one of them, please don't." Goten felt the tears roll down his cheeks. He managed a smile, and
walked over to his door, turning back to look at Bulma. She smiled and he narrowed his gaze. "I'm going to see Trunks."