Title: Falling

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BlackTigerG2: I will check out your story right after this. Oh and I read your bio and we have quite a bit in common. Goten does rock!

InjuredPelican: Yes it is strange but who knows what will happen!

Now I got this e-mail, I'm not going to say who from and I don't think they reviewed, but they asked me if I could make this into a….ah this word is so odd, an incest fic. Now, I have nothing wrong with it but it's all up to you guys. Tell me in your reviews yes or no. If there are more yes's then it will be, if there are more no's, well you get the idea. I just wanted to ask before I wrote anything. I don't mind whichever way it goes but hey, just being careful!

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(Goten POV)

I'm just laying here. Taking up space. The lunch my dad made for me is sitting in front of me, daring me to eat it. As tempting as it looked all the extras my dad put on it made it impossible to eat. I could just take all the carrots, onions, eggs, and cheese off and eat the lettuce, but then my dad would get upset and worried. He would tell me that I need to eat it so I get well. It's just he doesn't understand that I am well! I mean, I'm not throwing up, coughing, sneezing, or anything like that!

The doctor says I'm to skinny. Humph! I'm just fine! If he had any brains what so ever he would see that I'm better than fine. I'm practically perfect! The only thing left that I need to work on is my hunger. I still feel that little pull when I see food. Now, a little food isn't bad but if I kept eating like I was I probably would have keeled over one day! I need to make some sort of….plan. Yea, a diet plan so people wont think I'm starving myself.

I could only eat certain types of foods in a certain way. No, I still want some variety. Hmmm. Think think think think. Okay, I could eat only a quarter of everything given to me and, no not everything given to me. Just the healthy stuff. Then between every different food item I would wait three minutes, to let the other food digest. I learned that if you eat one thing right after another you don't give it time to digest and it backs things up and you get fatter. Those magazines are pretty helpful.

Then they can't say I have to eat more because I am eating! I'll have them stuck.

I look down at the salad before me and decide to try out my plan. I pick out the eggs, onions, cheese, and anything with dressing on it and put it to the side. I'll deal with it later. Then I eat one quarter of the salad and wait three minutes. I eat four pieces of carrots and move on to the cookies. No way am I eating those! I remembered a saying in one of the magazines.

'Sweets of any kind are killers! Avoid them like the devil!'

Got it.

I took them and all the nasty parts from the salad and wrapped them up in a napkin, then I threw them in the trash.

That didn't go too badly. I forgot the grape juice. No, I can't drink it. If it was from the pitcher in the fridge then I knew it was the artificial one full of sugar and who knows what else! I thought I asked for water but whatever. Just to make him happy I took one sip. I wasn't full, of course I wasn't full but my mom always said that leaving a little bit of food on your plate is always good, that doing so shows your restraint and will to be healthy, and that people find that to be a good skill to have. At the time I didn't think it made any sense, I mean if you were hungry, eat! But it made perfect sense now, it just proves my restraint, and my will to be healthy. If you ask me, I'm doing pretty good already.

Here comes my dad, to check up on me I suppose. It's not that I think he's fat or unhealthy, nothing like that, but if he was in my situation he would understand better. But I really don't mind what he does. I mean it's not like I dislike him or anything, in fact I idolize him. Before I met him, when I was like five I would always ask my brother about dad. After each story he told me I would always be filled with wonder and a slight joy that I was related to him. If you were the son of a savior you would understand. In almost every way we're the same, but I just wish he would think exactly as I do so he would see that I just want to be healthy, not sickly.

"Hey, you feeling any better?"

He talks in a tone that you would use with a small child, and sometimes that would bother me, but for some reason right now it's kind of nice.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little thirsty."

He notices the untouched juice.

"You have a drink right there you know."

"I know, but I want water."

"Okay I'll get you some then."

He ruffled my hair and left.

He's like that sometimes. One minute you would see the fierce fighter he is. His fearless, tough side. And the next you would see the loving family man he truly is. He has little quirks with each side. Like when he's fighting he manages to provide somewhat comic relief, or when everything's alright he can make anyone happy. I know he's going to call mom and tell her about this, so I just hope he can make her smile, despite the 'situation' as the doctor calls it.

What's up with that doctor anyway? He goes around, acting like he knows everything wrong with me just because they looked down my throat and weighed me. If he could spend one day with my entire family, friends included, then he would understand why I want to be thin. Why I want to healthy.

My family revolves around food, as does the rest of the world, but my family more so. /if people would only eat when they really need it then I don't think they would be in such horrible shape! Or if they would at least watch the calories and fat percentages in everything they eat. He's back, thank Kami he has my water1 I'm so thirsty!

"Here you-"

I don't even let him finish and grab the cup from him. Gulping it down in seconds.

"-Go? Boy you were thirsty huh?"

I don't reply, I just flop down onto my pillow, panting a bit because I drank so fast. He stays sitting on the side of my bed looking like he's waiting for me to say something. I hate it when people stare at me, when they do I always feel like there's something wrong with me, and that the person staring doesn't have the heart to point it out so they just look.

"What?" I ask him, a bit to harshly.

"Nothing. I was just thinking."

I look over at him.

"About what?"

He lays on his back near my feet.

"Nothing in particular."

I give him that look. He knows I don't buy it.

"Alright I was thinking about something. I was just wondering what you were like as a baby. I was never around so I don't know. I bet you put your mom through heck though."

"Gohan always said I was pretty bad. When mom tried to give me a bath I ran outside and threw mud at her."

"Naked!" Goku laughed.

"Yea. I don't remember it though. I kind of wish I did actually, but at least I can imagine it. It's funny to think of."

"Hm."

We sat there for at least an hour talking about nothing. Eventually I got tired and asked to go to sleep.

"Okay. I'll be down stairs if you need me."

It was kind of nice catching up like that. He's been around for at least a year but just talking to him like he wasn't my father was…refreshing.

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