Title: Falling

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Diamond: Excuse the delay for this chapter. I was taking a little vacation for Valentines Day and then I posted the Valentine story. Anyway here it is.

(Goten's POV)

After our little bonding time I seemed to be spending more time with my dad then before. The only thing that bothered me was that he was constantly asking me to eat. Saying it was doctor's orders. Other than that thing's have been pretty good.

Then again, dad has been way to overprotective, Like if something touched me I would shatter. Example, today he let up a little bit and took me to the park. I asked him if I could go on the swings and ended up falling and cutting my knee open. Dad was over there in a second and asked me if I needed a doctor or if I needed to go to the hospital. I said I was fine but he rushed me home, bandaged my cut, and put me back to bed. I was so mad I wouldn't talk to him for two hours.

So here I am, on my bed glaring at my television. I know I should stop acting like a baby and go down there and talk to him, but will he even want to talk to me? I doubted it but, oh heck I'll go.

I walk out of my room and creep down the stairs, flinching as each step creeks. Am I heavy enough to do that?

The smell of garlic and tomatoes fills my nose. Is dad making spaghetti?

"Dad?"

I go check the kitchen. Sure enough, dad's standing over a pot of pasta and another of sauce. He turns around and looks surprised.

"Goten, what are doing down here? For a while I didn't think you were talking to me." He says hurt.

I sigh and sit down at the counter.

"I know, but I just wanted to say sorry. I guess I was just angry."

"That's alright."

There was an awkward silence after that. You could almost cut the tension with a knife.

"So, now that your up and about how about a movie? I was thinking something scary. You want to watch?"

I thought about it. I really didn't like scary movies but it couldn't be that bad right?

"Okay. But I'll pass on the pasta."

Oh! Crud, too fast!

Dad frowned and that tension demon came back.

"Goten," he started, "You know you must eat. I won't let you skip out on eating."

"Fine, but no sauce or butter."

Okay, never again will I let him pick out the movie! What the heck was he thinking letting me watch Scary Movie3! I couldn't believe it though, he was laughing so hard it looked like his lungs might explode! I, on the other hand, had my face buried in a pillow, freaked out by any blood in the film. Finally it was over.

I wasn't moving though. I hadn't touched my dinner and I wasn't planning on it in the near future. Maybe if I faked sleep dad will let me off the hook.

No such luck.

"Goten. I know your not sleeping, and I know you don't want to eat, but your not leaving until you take twenty bites."

"Your kidding! Right?" I practically yelled.

His face showed otherwise. He wasn't changing his mind.

I looked over at the plate and shakily picked up the fork.

I sat in my dad's bed. I was way too freaked out by the movie to sleep by myself tonight. But more importantly, I was scared ofhaving a heart attack in the middle of the night, I had eaten so much food! I complied too my dad's wish and more. I ate the entire plate of spaghetti! After I asked if I could have some of the garlic bread he made! He made no hesitation in giving me two pieces, which I wolfed down eagerly.

I laid down on the pillow and tried not to cry, but that didn't go so well. Next thing I knew, I was on my dad's lap almost screaming. I told him how bad I felt about all that food in me, and how I probably disappointed him. Though he assured me he was exactly the opposite and that he was thrilled, but I didn't believe it and cried myself to sleep there.

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