Waking up that morning felt like death.

"Well," Gohan rubbed the back of his neck as he looked himself up and down their full length mirror. Combined, the brothers got about ten minutes of sleep. "At least these bags under my eyes compliment my outfit. I think the brand of this shade is, 'Insomnia'."

Sometimes never understanding a word his brother says, Goten shuddered as his feet touched the hardwood floors of their shared bedroom. "You look dead. And you have devil hair again."

The child was referring to the way the older hybrid's hair struck out in two different directions like horns. He mumbled under his breath as he ran a comb through the mess, hoping to look halfway decent before leaving to school. He chuckled exhaustively once he caught a glimpse of Goten's reflection.

"You're the one to talk! You look like a walking corpse!"

"Stop!"

The boys were about to have a friendly 'punchies' match until they heard the sound of their mother banging two pans against each other loudly. It was a mother's universal sign of breakfast being ready. Gohan grabbed Goten's shoulder tightly before the child tried squeezing through the door.

"Wait a minute, bro. How does my neck look?" the teenager stretched it out like an elastic man, moving it in all directions for the child to see. "Concealed?"

"Does concealed mean no red marks showing?"

"Yup!"

"Then yes!" Goten, despite his exhaustion, beamed up at his brother. The white turtleneck he was wearing perfectly hid the crime that happened last night, and his black vest with the obnoxious orange star sewed in added distraction just in case. "Thanks, Gohan. You're the best."

The older brother gave the younger one a wink, but lifted him up by the head to move him away from the door. A playfully angry Goten chased after him, not wanting that pig of a half Saiyan to scarf down all the pancakes.

They were able to make it through breakfast without their mother noticing the strangle mark on Gohan's neck, and that right there proved that it would be a good day after all. Before he was ready for it, Goten had to stand outside forlornly and wave goodbye to his best friend.

"Promise you'll be back!?"

From high up on the flying nimbus cloud, Gohan's laughter touched his ears. "Promise, little guy! Take care of Mom for me, alright?"

The child nodded with a pout on his face. He was unable to find any more words while his brother flew off. Then, out of the blue, he felt his mother touch the top of his small shoulder.

She was crying.

"Mama!" his frown only worsen seeing her like this. She told him once that whenever she cries, it begins as a feeling in her chest and a sadness in her brain. He didn't want her brain feeling sad! Not even one minute in, and Goten was already failing his brother!

She sniffled into her sleeve, but a smile soon revealed itself. This only confused Goten more.

"Are you crazy, Mama?"

"No, honey. I'm not crazy," she squeezed him. "I'm just happy. You and your brother are the best children a mother could ask for."

Goten sighed in relief. He still couldn't understand her tears, but at least now he was following Gohan's orders. He took her cold, soapy hand in his and carried her away from the doorway towards the giant oak tree in front of their small home. It was the child's absolutely favorite thing about Mount Paozu. Trunks and himself had climbed it more times than the boy could count (and he could count surprisingly high, all the way up to twelve!), and the carvings of his height each birthday were placed right next to his brother's.

"Did you still mean what you said the other day, Mama? About training while Gohan is at school?"

Chi-Chi sniffled for what hopefully would be the last time. The beauty of her tears revealed a vulnerability that was hardly ever seen. She was still getting dragged by her youngest son to that old, carved-up tree.

"Yes, sweetie. Are you ready?"

Goten released her hand immediately so he could crouch down with a combative look on his face. This wasn't the first time he and his mother trained together, but now it could be for hours on end with Gohan at school. Before, Chi-Chi had told him to keep it hush-hush since Gohan was stuck doing physics at Goten's age.

Like two scorpions in a bottle, Chi-Chi and Goten went at it. The mother was jabbing at the son with hands shaped like a beak of a crane, going at a rate so fast that it frightened the child. After getting hit, he tried saving himself from falling. The dewey summer grass shot out from under him, and a kick to his side caused him to roll to the oak tree. A foot came up from the turf and kicked him in the face.

"Why do you keep running away!? Get up and fight me!"

Goten knew his mother's attacks weren't hurting him at all, but for some reason he was feeling his blood boil each time she kicked him or spoke. This 'pain' was just an illusory sensation that his mind could shut down if he needed it to. She wasn't even giving him a chance to stand up. His pulse sped up and his breathing became shallow. His muscle grew tense as his temperature rose.

Why couldn't she have just stopped?

"Leave...me...alone..."

"Oh, don't be such a baby! Fight! Come on!"

She didn't even know what was going on inside his head. That monster from last kept a lingering image in his mind that he couldn't shake now, and her repetitive kicks and jabs while he forced himself to stay calm on the ground was starting to become too much.

In a moment of blind rage, Goten's scream grew at the same rate his power did. It felt like something rising from his chest and seeping out in all parts of his body. He had risen to his feet with his fists clenched tightly; golden hair standing upright to match his aura that blew the leaves of the old oak tree wildly.

Terrified, Chi-Chi became frozen in her place.

Now having the perfect opportunity to give her what she wanted, Goten's drawn back fist had connected with her jaw. The boy began trembling when it sounded like a bat hitting a baseball.

His mother laid face-down in the same position he had before, only she was spitting up red liquid. Still glowing, Goten ran as fast as he could to her side. His crying was both ferocious and noisy after realizing what he had just done to the person he loved the most. He blinked briny tears from green eyes, his thick lashes stuck together as if he'd been swimming. The child's small hands opened and closed, trying to find the solution to the pain he had just caused.

"Mama-"

When she supported her upper body from off the ground to look back at him, Goten wanted to cry even more. Her entire chin was painted with blood.

"You're...a monster!"

Chi-Chi ran away faster than Goten could reply, slamming the door of the house behind her while her noisy sobs echoed through the empty house.

After attempting over and over to get a word out of his mother only to be locked out of her room, the lonely seven year old kicked the old oak tree repeatedly while wiping his tears away furiously with the back of his navy sleeve.

Monsters weren't little boys like him. Monsters were like that shadowy creature that visited him last night.

Goten wasn't a monster...

Was he?

Groaning, the messy-haired hybrid punched the trunk with little strength. It still created a crater-like shape that made him pause and tilt his head, briefly forgetting about his troubles.

Why did it look so familiar?

Like the scar he had seen in the mirror, he struck out a thumb and traced the shape of dent he made.

You are me, and I am you. You are the light while I am the darkness. I am the first, but what you'll be with my power only time can tell...

"HUH!?" Goten jumped around frantically, trying to uncover where that voice was coming from. Much like the crater in the tree, the voice was recognized. Starting to become very upset, the child stamped his foot on the ground twice and placed his hands on his hips.

"Alright! You better come out right now before I get mad!"

It felt as if something had hit his head, and the youngest son of Goku had collapsed to the grass that was previously used as a fighting ring. He writhed on the ground, feeling the pain of one hundred daggers sinking into his stomach. His eyes were watery, but through what the lids didn't cover he could see five people wearing strange armor all sitting in a crater together.

Still clutching his aching and shivering body, Goten blinked soundlessly as a female's voice touched his ears first.

"Bardock says he remembers everything."

The little boy groaned as he sat up, now trying to detect the direction of deep chuckling. A pony-tailed man was moving his broad shoulders up and down.

"Right. Don't make me laugh, Fasha. Bardock might remember every second of every battle, but he remembers nothing of his personal life. Allow me to demonstrate," the man looked over his shoulder at a pair propped-up knees. "Bardock, do you remember what day your son was born?"

"Nope. It was a long time ago."

Goten clutched his heart. It was the voice he had just heard before this weird dream started up! The very same one in his nightmare last night, too!

The woman in pink armor rolled her eyes. "It was not, you lazy bum. Yesterday? You've got enough time to go see the little tyke before our next mission."

Somehow expecting it, the one named Bardock finally sat just like everyone else and spat out the piece of grass he was chewing on. Goten backed away slightly, feeling like he was looking right at him. It was the scarred man from last night, alright. The frightened child brought his knees close to his chest and rocked back and forth, hoping this would end soon.

Goten didn't like this guy.

"Ooh, how nice. Have some father-son bonding," Bardock stared at Fasha with cold eyes, resembling the mugshots of criminals Goten and his mama watched on late night news. "What's the point? They're just going to send him off anyway."

The crew went on to talk loudly about the planet they were on, but Goten was too focused on the one named Bardock. Looking at him was like looking at a grown-up mirror. His body was bigger and his skin was darker, but the biggest difference were the eyes. Whereas Goten saw light in his own, this man's were pure black as if he had no other thought or feeling inside of him.

The rubble behind him suddenly exploded, causing Goten to scream and the crew to jump to their feet. The child crawled away as far as his little legs would let him, but the blue fish-like creature didn't seem to be interested in him at all. He was running towards Bardock at full speed, tricking the green-armored warrior by striking him in the neck.

Before the tallest member of the crew killed the alien, Goten was staring at the crater on the tree. He was alone once again, save the wind chimes hanging from the roof of his home.

"Boy, life sure is hard when you're a little monster. Huh, Chobi?"

The baby pterodactyl squawked in response. The two were in Chobi's nest, sprawled out on their backs and watching the clouds. Chobi really wasn't much of a talker, but he understood what the boy said.

At least that's what Goten figured.

"Has anyone ever told you your bed is super comfy!?"

"Squawwwk!"

"I know, right!?"

The two odd friends continued to view the clouds until an abnormally yellow (and flying) one appeared. Thanking Earth's guardian loudly for having this crappy day finally start to turn around, Goten jumped up and down on the nest and waved his hands frantically in large circles. Chobi tried mimicking him, but his legs were too chubby.

"GOOOOHAN! GOOOOHAN!"

The boy was finally looking like his normal self, wreathed in smiles. His big brother looked exhausted from the long day, but couldn't fight a grin as he approached the happy child.

"Hey, bro! How was your first day without me around!?"

"Uhm," Goten rocked on his heels after giving his brother a high-five. "You first!"

Gohan shifted his eyes. How was he suppose to explain to his brother that a pair of blue eyes haunted him all day? That he was harassed and followed by the daughter of the world's champion?

"Uh... I think I made the baseball team!"

"Awesome!" Desperate to keep all conversation away from what happened during his day, Goten hopped onto the flying Nimbus and waved goodbye to Chobi as the brothers headed back home. "What else happened!?"

"Well, actually, I'm having a bit of trouble Goten."

The boy looked at the back of his brother's neck and pulled a face. "What do you mean!? Are you okay?"

Loving the concern in his voice, Gohan looked over his shoulder and grinned. "Don't be so worried, little guy. I just have to go to Capsule Corporations tomorrow and ask Bulma about making me some kind of disguise so I won't make a spectacle out of myself. If I leave you nimbus tomorrow, did you wanna meet me there?"

"Do I!?" the kid beamed. Anything was better than being alone with that strange voice, these vivid dreams, and hurting his mother. "Is that even a question!?"

As the brothers approached their home, Gohan sniffed the air and nearly cried at the scent of ramen. Plenty of that and plenty of sleep would make up for this insane day of lying and escaping from that crazy girl. How he ended up having every single class with her was just unfair, cruel, and unusual.

Behind the starving teenager, Goten fiddled his thumbs together. Mama hadn't come out of her room all day until now, and the child was afraid of what he'd see on her face, afraid of what she would say after ignoring for hours.

His heart thumped a little when the black bun wearing housewife and former fighter was standing on the porch. She was waving happily, calling out that dinner was finally ready. Even after hopping off nimbus, he still couldn't look her in the eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Gohan interrupted Chi-Chi before she could ask him about his school day. Goten gulped while looking down at his navy boots, occasionally scuffling them and waiting to hear the results. "How'd you get that bruise on your face!?"

"Oh, I dropped a bar of soap in the shower this morning and slipped. Goten took good care of me, though. Nothing to worry about!"

"Well, it's nothing a Senzu can't fix. I'll pick you one up on the way to Bulma's tomorrow."

Just like that, the two went inside. Goten still hadn't look at his mommy's face, but was staring at her pant legs in disbelief. Not only had she said the lie to easily, she even put in a good word for him.

The boy focused his gaze solely on his food as his mother and brother discussed high school problems. He kicked his legs back and forth, being too short for the rather high chair.

"Ahem."

Nervously, Goten looked up with a mouthful of rice to see his bruised mother looking at him. The black and blue wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be, just slight discoloration along her cheek bone. Gohan was too busy wolfing down his dinner after a long, hard day of high school that he didn't notice she put a finger to her lips to seal a secret.

Then, she outstretched her hand and ruffled Goten's hair lovingly.

Instead of allowing her to continue the affectionate act, Goten decided to do one better. He hopped off his chair and wrapped his little arms around her neck as gently as possible, dragging her down slightly.

"I'm sorry, Mama."

"I love you, my little monster."

XX

Bra flickered her misty eyes away from Goten to look at the tree outside the window, finally understanding why he was zoning out earlier. Carefully, she pressed down on the top of his hand with the palm of hers.

"Daddy punched Trunks in the face one time, so don't worry about it."

Goten observed her with lidded eyes. "That makes me feel so much better."

The daughter of Vegeta delicately removed her hand and placed it on her lap. Her naturally long lashes blinked away crystal beads, although some escaped and trickled down her neck to her chest only to melt into the cloth of her red shirt. Goten was really good at telling stories, but the poor girl needed a break before her heart exploded.

"Let's go get some food!"

The young man arched a jet black eyebrow. "You've got groceries and cooks for days. I don't think you need to go on a food run." Not to mention today seemed to be the coldest day in history. Goten managed to escape the house before his aging mother put thirty coats on him, and he was too stubborn to admit she was right about the weather.

"Awh, come on! You can wear one of Trunks' jackets! He won't care!" the girl received multiple blinks on the other end of the table for reading his mind. "I just really want a muffin and nobody makes better muffins than West City Bakery!"

The innocence of her beaming blues was enough to make Goten sigh in defeat. He stayed locked in her gaze for a moment before going to Trunks' room. "What if a gorgeous girl wants to ask for my number but they see me with a child?"

Bra huffed so strongly that her choppy bangs blew upwards. One of them became stuck to her headband, and Goten had to stifle in his laughter at the site of her having a protruding horn.

"I'm a teenager, not a child! No sane girl would ask for your number, anyway!"

When they both removed themselves from the table, Goten used his large hand to gesture at her red crop top and matching mini skirt. "If you're making me wear a coat, you better change too! I don't want to explain to your dad that his daughter died from pneumonia under my care."

The young lady rolled her eyes, but went in the direction of her room to put on weather-appropriate clothes. Knowing exactly where Trunks' room was after all those sleepovers as children, Goten walked in as if he owned the place.

His hand grazed the wooden handle of his best friend's closet door and rubbed his fingers around it. He swallowed as his throat suddenly felt inflamed. As much as he had good memories of being here, the reasons that brought him here so many nights weren't good at all.

Shaking his head, Goten slid the door to the side and grabbed the first coat he saw. Thanks to his mother's money, Trunks was always wearing the clothing those male models' wore in the magazines at the grocery store. Goten chuckled quietly as he struggled to fasten all the buttons on the extremely long black parka.

"This thing probably costs more than Gohan's tuition!"

"Are you ready- Oooh!" Bra smiled widely when she poked her head in the room. Goten looked at her as he did the last button to see she was wearing jeans and a black coat that matched his almost perfectly. "We're twins!"

Blushing, Goten ran his hands through the remaining outerwear hurriedly. "There's gotta be something else in here..."

"Let's go already! I want my muffin!"

Out of everything she was capable of grabbing, Bra opted with his thumb. She pulled him out of the house, down the walkway, and towards West City's downtown bakery. Goten was too much of a man to admit it kinda, sorta hurt.

"Muffin?"

"No thanks, Mrs. Brief!" Goten and the blonde woman exchanged sweet smiles before she scurried herself away. Trunks' grandma always reminded him of a mouse for some reason. She moved so quietly and appeared out of nowhere.

The little boy sat crossed legged on the large white sofa, waiting patiently for Trunks to get out of the gravity room. Bulma was taking a drag of the white stick in her hand, blowing out smoke away from Gohan's face.

"So, any disguise will do?"

"Yeah!" the teenager clasped his hands together in hopes it was possible. "Anything is fine, it just needs to cover my body entirely. I almost ruined everything when that girl caught me as a Super Saiyan. Minutes later, the whole school was buzzing about the 'Golden Fighter'! Can you believe that?"

Bulma took another puff before crushing it in the ash tray on the coffee table. She drew her eyebrows together and smirked. "A girl, huh? What girl?"

Goten looked at his brother who was turning apple-cheeked in disgust. How could his hero be caught by a girl!? All they had were cooties!

"Uhm... Videl Satan?"

The scientist's jaw went slack. If her cigarette wasn't dying in the bowl beneath her, she would have most certainly dropped it on the carpet. "Don't tell me she's that goon Mr. Satan's daughter!?"

While the adults went on and on about that loud man who appeared on TV occasionally, Goten slid off the couch and decided to wait for Trunks outside the gravity room. Maybe he would catch a glimpse of his best friend's training in action!

As soon as he turned the corner, he bumped right into a boy slightly taller than himself. Their foreheads collided with each other at such a force that they landed on their butts and began laughing as soon as they saw the culprit.

"Goten! What are you doing here!?" Trunks had a towel wrapped around his neck, showing that he had just gotten out of the shower. "Did you steal your mom's car or something?"

"Nope!" the boy flashed him a peace sign. "I came on Nimbus! It's only the bestest, most fastest cloud in the whole world!"

Trunks rolled his eyes. He hated that thing because he always fell through it. "Yeah, yeah. Did you come to play!?"

Goten accepted the hand being offered to him. With the boys on their feet now, they walked down the hallway going nowhere in particular. "Sure! Why not!? Gohan can play too, right!? I don't know how long it will take for his costume to be made!"

"Costume?" the other boy raised a lavender eyebrow. "Like, for Halloween?"

"I dunno!"

Trunks shrugged. "If you dunno, I dunno. Let's go to my room and get some toys!"

The two raced to the room on the upper level of Capsule Corps, ignoring Bulma's plea to stop running. Goten slid inside at the last minute and frantically flipped the light switch on and off while Trunks kept flicking the back of his head for cheating.

"Why isn't it working!?"

"The bulb burned out, dummy!"

"Why don't you get another one!?" Goten bit his lower lip and looked around the darkened room. Trunks had no windows, so the bright sunlight never kissed the furniture like it did in Goten's room. He couldn't even see where the bed was. "You guys gotta have like a million of them!"

Always a little too laid back, Trunks slapped his friend on the back and gestured to a candle on his desk. "Don't worry! I haven't asked for one because I've got the greatest toy in the world!"

"A candle...?"

"Matches!" the son of Vegeta whipped the greatest toy in the world out of the back pocket of his pants. Goten's eyes lit up just like the match did when Trunks stroked it against the side of the small box. They watched the flame dance back and forth for a while until Trunks handed it over to Goten.

"...What do I do with it?"

"Light the candle, moron!"

"Oh!"

Goten marched slowly to where the candle was resting on the desk. A chill suddenly ran down his spine, nearly causing him to drop the flames. Something was catching his attention in the corner of his eye. Reluctantly, he looked to his shadow on the wall that was dancing from the fire. The shadow removed itself from the wall and walked towards him with an outstretched hand.

I am your past.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The child fell backwards and dropped the match on his way down, emblazoning the entire room until he was trapped in a ball of fire. An excruciating scream pierced his ears, and Goten let out one of his own when he saw Bardock, the man from his dreams, burning alive.

"GOTEN! GOTEN! KNOCK IT OFF!"

Trunks had emerged from the fire and slapped him across the face. The impact of the hit was enough to kill the fire. With eyes shifting everywhere, Goten was finally able to see the candle was lit and the match was blown out.

"You could've burned my whole room down, ya dummy!" Trunks held his best friend by the shoulders and shook him out of concern. He still looked a little dazed. "If you're afraid of fire, you could have told me. You're just lucky I have ultra super fast speed and caught that match!"

"I'm scared, Trunks."

The lavender haired boy blinked. He had never seen his best friend cry before, but the child was letting those crystal beads loose. Awkwardly, Trunks let go of the sobbing child and shut his door so his father or Gohan wouldn't be ashamed.

"Why are you scared? It's just fire-"

"Of Bardock!" he wailed. "He won't leave me alone!"

Trunks rubbed the back of his neck. There wasn't anyone else in the room, as far as he knew. Sighing, the Brief boy slid down to Goten's level and began patting his back.

"H-Hey, don't cry. We'll find...Bardock? And beat him up."

Sniff. "You promise?"

"That's what friends are for, right?"

Bra put two fingers to her lips and mimicked blowing a cigarette. The cold weather revealed what she believed her breath to look like, and she giggled while Goten shook his head.

"Did Mama look something like that when she smoked?"

With his hands tucked deep into the pockets black parka, the young man shrugged. "I guess you could say that. Hey, she doesn't smoke anymore, right?"

Bra curled her lips and scrunched her nose up at the man who towered above her short stature. Goten could see fluffy specs of fallen snow resting in her blue locks. "I told her I didn't like the smell."

The girl continued to do her pretend smoking until her companion forcefully grabbed her by the shoulders. She stomped hard on his foot while throwing her head back to glare at him.

"What the heck-"

His hands moved from her shoulders to her face, and she shuddered at the coldness of his flesh on her cheeks. Unsure of whether or not he was going to have an outburst again, she clenched her fists tightly in preparation for a fight.

"Relax. I just want you to look at something."

He moved her face around, and her eyes took a panoramic shot of an icy street. Pedestrians dressed in their best winter clothing were walking up and down the sidewalk; nothing unusual. Cars occasionally passed by.

"What exactly am I looking for?"

"When we leave the bakery, a motorist is going to hydroplane and crash into a red car. That red car is going to hit a fire hydrant at an incredible rate, sending it flying in your direction. You will be too stunned by my prediction coming true that you don't move out of the way. I catch it right before it hits you, but because I don't like you, the water where the hydrant once was will soak you."

Bra snorted while removing his hands away from her face. She stuck her nose up in the air while grabbing the handle of the bakery that was behind them. "Trunks says stupid stuff like that all the time. Can we just go in already?"

Goten shrugged. "At least I tried."

The bluenette glared at his smirking face as he passed by, and she laughed mockingly when he tripped on her foot. She held the door open for an elderly couple that came in and took a good whiff of the family-owned store once she was sure nobody else was coming in.

"Ahh, I love this place so much!"

Standing behind the elderly couple that kept giving them winks, Goten deadpanned and looked at the table nearest the long line of people wanting their fresh baked goods. A stunning dark haired woman wearing yellow ear muffs to protect her ears against the cold smiled sweetly at him, revealing pearly white teeth that shone brighter against red lips.

Goten raised his hand a little to wave at her, but Bra elbowed him in the gut.

"I wouldn't do it, Goten. She's a gold digger. She only wants your money."

Rubbing the sore spot, Goten scrunched his face together to look at the girl. "How in the hell would she know I have money? I don't even have money! I only have ten dollars in my wallet!"

"You're wearing a designer coat," Bra winked and caused the man's cheeks to burn. "Plus you're hanging with the heiress of Capsule Corporations. What's that say about you?"

Looking through his peripherals at the beautiful stranger with perfect features, Goten considered ripping the coat right off his body to prove the obnoxious kid sister wrong. "Well, maybe she'll love me more when she realizes I'm a humble farmer boy from the mountains."

"You don't even farm."

"Shut up!"

"Uhm, excuse me?" a woman laughed from behind the cash register. The two were so busy in their bickering they hadn't noticed they've been next in line for the last five minutes. Turning red, Bra grabbed Goten by the elbow and brought him close to the food on display.

"Ooh!" she pointed at a certain West City Bakery speciality. "A pink muffin! Those are my absolute favorites! I bet you've never seen a pink muffin before! Do you want one!? That's what I'm gonna get!"

Her age was beginning to show, and it made Goten smile. It was too bad him and that color didn't have a good relationship with each other.

"I don't like pink very much."

They were lucky to have a patient cashier. Bra looked up at him in shock and punched his chest. "What, too girly for you!? Or is this part of your story?"

"We'll get there, we'll get there," Goten smiled down at her and then at the cashier. "We'll take that one and a blueberry, please."

Bra gasped as Goten took out his wallet. "Wait, you're really going to pay!?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"That'll be ten dollars, sir!"

"Dammit!" he gave the cashier the remainder of his cash and glared down at the simpering Bra, who seemed very pleased with herself. "This better be the best muffin I've ever had!"

After seeing his emptied wallet from a distance, the beautiful stranger had turned her attention to another man. Goten could hear the sound of his heart breaking while Bra's smug look grew and grew.

"You know, I-"

CRASH!

The moment they stepped back into the wintry weather, a man was spinning out of control until he crashed into the side of a woman in a red vehicle. She hit the fire hydrant feet away from Bra and Goten harshly, sending it flying towards the stunned-into-silence teenager. Goten caught the flying yellow object with one hand before it smacked her in the face while the motorists got out of their vehicles to scream at one another.

When she dropped her expensive muffin to the ground, Goten sighed loudly and placed the hydrant on the snowy sidewalk.

"You know, I spent my last penny on that stupid thing."

Her cold hands reached up to press against his chest. Her bewildered eyes looked like the deep blue ocean during a storm. In the background, the ambulance was making sure the victims of the car crash were alright.

"We are going right back in there. You need to tell me everything."

Deciding to be nice, Goten yanked her away from the waterfall heading their way and escorted her back to the bakery.