Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own DB/Z/GT so none of this is mine.
A/N: Okay this is how this story is going to work. I am going to continue the Goten/Marron storyline, then when I am done, if there is enough demand, I will write an alternate ending where Jamie ends up with Goten, but only if there is enough demand.
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Three days, it had been three days since the accident. Goten stood in the back of the service that had gathered to remember Jamie. She had died the second the car had hit her. Goten had been plummeted into a den of self-loathing and doubt. 'One second. If I had reacted one second quicker, I would have been able to save her. I would have taken the blunt of the car and she would have been fine.' He leaned against a tree completely emotionless. The service ended and Brad walked up, "Listen man, if youw ant to push back the-"
"We got another base?"
"I know a few I can call."
"Have them in there next week. That's when we start."
"Goten, you don't have to do this. I know you-"
Goten looked up at Brad. His eyes were completely void, "It makes no sense to let this set us back. I'm fine. In fact, I'm looking forward to next week." Goten then turned and walked off. He spotted his family in the crowd. He did not acknowledge them when they approached. Goten dug his hands deeper into his pocket and tried to stay warm, 'Damn city weather.'
Chi-Chi was the first to venture a word, "Goten,-"
"Don't mom. You did not know her."
Chi-Chi sighed, "But she was nice enough for you to care for deeply. That means she was a wonderful person."
"Thanks mom. I'm kind of tired, I think I'm going back to my place. Thanks for coming. She would have appreciated it." Goten then slowly floated into the air and then took off towards his apartment not caring about the people that stared at the flying person. He walked up to his apartment. When he got to the door, there was Marron. He sneered slightly, "What? Haven't ruined my life enough?"
"Goten, I never meant to-"
"Doesn't matter. You did. And you know what's worse? I didn't do anything to stop you. This is all my fault. I am the idiot that drove her into that street."
"Goten, you can not possibly blame yourself here."
Goten pulled his key out of his pocket and started to unlock the door, "Go back home Marron."
"Okay, I will be back tommo-"
"No, go back to your real home. I don't need you to be here to baby-sit me."
---A week later---
Brad pushed the button in the sound booth, "That sounded great Goten. I don't know how you do it. That's it for today."
Goten looked at the band behind him, "You guys got anywhere to be?"
They all shook their heads knowing what was coming.
Goten then looked at Brad in the booth, "Let's keep going."
Brad shook his head. They had done this every day. They were always about a week and a half ahead of schedule. Goten would be there to meet the people when they opened the doors at 7 am. He would also be one of the last people to leave at the end of the day. The other guys would be there a great deal as well. If they were not there, Goten would go and help mix the tracks that were already done. He knew Goten just didn't want to go back to his apartment. It reminded him of her too much.
Brad sighed, "You sure Goten? The label is saying I'm working you too hard."
"Then I'll talk with them when we're done. Now, next track please."
They continued on.
--In Japan--
"You have to come out sometime you know?"
Marron looked up as Pan walked into her room. Pan had let Marron crash at her place while she looked for a new place to live. Marron had sat in her room for the past week only coming out to use the restroom. Pan would leave food by her door, but when she would come back she would find the food still there barely even eaten. Marron's bag still sat in the corner with clothes sticking out.
Pan sat down beside Marron and hugged her old friend, "He'll come to trust me."
"He hasn't called in a week. When I call him, he picks it up, hears my voice, and hangs back up. What am I suppose to do?"
"Wait for him. Goten has never been the best at expressing grief. He just needs to work this through."
"And if he never does?"
"Then I really pity him."
--Later that day in N.Y.--
Goten walked into his apartment and threw his keys on the counter. He could still smell her scent around. It drove him nuts. He could smell her shampoo. It smelled like blueberries. She had gotten it when she found out how much he loved the scent. They had only known each other a few days, but they were so close. It was like they had known each other their whole life. That's why he loved her so much. She knew how to push his button at times, but also how to make him completely at peace. She could turn him into a completely helpless person with the way she would run her fingers through his hair and rub behind his ear. She had laughed when she first found out about it. She called him 'her little puppy'.
"Damn it! Stop thinking about her! It's not going to bring her back!"
A voice came up from behind hand, "Neither is killing yourself in the studio every day."
Goten turned. There stood Jay. Jay played drums for the band. They had met at Jamie's funeral. They had apparently known each other for a while.
"Dude, she would not want you to do this. She would want you to be happy."
Goten turned back around and looked out the window which showed the city with lights aglow. "How can I move on when I miss her so much? How can I just act like she meant nothing?"
"You don't have to man. Listen, every time you open your mouth and sing, you sing with so much emotion. And I know that she is one of the driving forces of that emotion. When you do that, you make her happy. Jamie was one of a kind. She cared so much about the music. Not the words, but the art and emotions those words portrayed. You honor her by allowing your feelings of her to play a part in you music."
--In Japan--
Marron moved a hand through her hair, "I know, but still-"
Pan smiled, "I know girl. It hurts. But you're not going to get any better by just keeping it inside."
--In N.Y.--
Goten smiled slightly, "You're right man. Thanks."
Jay started out the door, "No problem man."