A/N: Well, I'm not going to put up whose vote I'm going to choose because I need one more vote to decide the winner. Sorry if you didn't like this chapter.

Chapter Seven
Goten's Dream

All was still. All that seemed to be wasn't there. The only thing that you could not see was these eyes. These huge, glowing crimson eyes, coming out of the fading nimbus cloud. Trying to overtake him. Trying to kill him. He moved swiftly to the side, trying to loose balance, so his eyes would loose gaze at the large pair of eyes. Nothing seemed right. Even as he fell, his gaze was never broken. He still just kept screaming. But no one heard him. They couldn't see him, of feel his presence. It all seemed lost. And just as the eyes were about to strike, Goten awoke.

He was covered in cold sweat. Cold. Never before had he felt something so powerful, so dreadful. And it wasn't just the cold sweat he's thinking about. But those eyes. Those large, dead, cold, red eyes. Looking at him, never breaking their gaze. He wised that he could just forget about it. Put it all away. But he's only eight years old. And stronger than most (all) men six times his age.

He rubbed his head. It ached, really bad. Too bad. Like he'd been hit there. Like he'd fallen on it. His arms were sore. But when he looked at the life-size mirror on the back of his closet door, he hadn't but a scratch on him. Not a cut, bruise, or whimper. Not a hair seemed out of place. Than why do I feel so hurt? I feel like shit. He did. He felt like crap. But that's the way the cookie crumbles.

When he got downstairs, he asked his mother Chi-chi what he looked like. "Well," She said, "you look just like your father. You and Gohan do. But I think he's got a little of my looks too."

"If you had looks." Goten said.

"What was that, Goten?"

"Nothing, Mom."

"I thought so." Se went on folding laundry.

Goten started to rummage through some snacks in the fridge. "Mom, where are the twelve pork chops I left in here last night?"

"Your father had them for breakfast this morning."

"Oh. Where is he right now?"

"Probably off training somewhere for the World Martial Arts Tournament. He should be back pretty soon."

"Where's Gohan?"

"Off with Vedal. Probably making babies."

"I'm only eight. Don't make me barf."

"Your father was the same way when we were little."

Goten started to get annoyed. He guessed that is was his fault that he was talking to her so much in the first place. So after eating the rest of the pie, cake, ice cream, green beans, potatoes, pudding, jell-o, and pickles; he went to go look for Yamcha. He would've gone to see Krillin, but he figured that he would've been training with his father.

He caught up with Yamcha in Central City, where he was entertaining six girls with his wolf fang fist attack. Goten thought it was a wheezy attempt, but he was just a kid. "Hi, Yamcha!" Goten said as he landed next to him, who'd gotten embarrassed because he was with a kid. But the girls liked him.

"He's so cute!" One squealed. The rest followed suit. Always pinching his cheeks, and kissing them. His cheeks reddened a little.

(After)

"Thanks Goten," Yamcha said, "you just scored me some major points with the babes. I'm glad you showed up when you did. But why did you come?"

Goten told him about the dream…

A/N: Well… until the next chapter.