A/N: I apologize for the lack of updates on this story.
I've not had internet access in quite some time, and a few personal things have really hindered my writing-and overall everything. Moral of the story, boys suck.
I hope you enjoy the story, and reviews are lovely! Thank you to all that have been reviewing and I'm sincerely sorry that I haven't updated! 3

I had found a job at a local stir-fry diner. I was starting out as a bus-boy. They wouldn't be putting me on schedule for about a week or so, which made things difficult. I wasn't sure if I could withdraw money from one of these banks, so I needed to be pretty tight with my money. This proved to be a difficult task previously.

After finding a job, I made my way back to my sea-side home and sat down in the middle of the living room floor. It was too quiet, too empty. I didn't like being in silence like this, I always started thinking about things. I pulled myself to my feet and walked into the room I had picked as my own, there I went through my bag of things and pulled out a notepad and pen. True to my word, I'd let my mother know how I was doing. Just, I wasn't going to verbally speak to any of them again.

"I've settled down in a house. I'm still waiting to hear back from the man about the architect job, I doubt he's still offering the job; I've waited a month to respond to him about it. Listen; don't worry about me I'm making it on my own. I'll write you more once I've figured things out. –Goten"

It had taken me roughly 30 minutes to even think of what to write. I sighed; maybe I should just call instead of write. It seemed like a better idea anyways. So I wadded up the paper and tossed it in a corner somewhere. I didn't have a cell phone anymore; I had decided to trash it when I left home, so I would have to head to a public telephone booth. I frowned grimly, I hated going out in public because I was new here. The people all stared.

I glanced in the mirror; my hair was sticking outward in its normal way. It was getting pretty long; I bit on my thumb as I observed my hair. Before long, I had decided I was going to cut it all off. I nodded at my reflection and left the room, grabbing the keys and my wallet from the bedside table as I made my way out into the foyer.

I locked up the house and started back toward town. It was going to be pretty frustrating trying to find a barber in a town that I'd not been in long.

I guess I had been walking around for about 30 minutes or so when I stumbled upon an open shop that had a flyer on the wall saying the accepted walk-ins. I grimaced a little and ran a hand through my long locks before I walked in the door. A dinging noise greeted my ears, as well as the ears of the slightly elder man who had turned to greet me. I gave a small smile in response to him.

"Well, looks like you need a cut," he chuckled and waved me toward a chair.

I seated myself in the chair and nodded, "Yeah, I hadn't realized how awful it looked," I admitted with a small shrug. Truthfully, it reminded me too much of Trunks. It had to go.

The balding man nodded, "Any idea what you want done to it?"

I shrugged again, "Just shorter," I offered a laugh.

He grinned and nodded, "Shorter it is."

Once he'd finished with it, I glanced in the mirror. I looked completely different. The cut was almost like Gohan's, except I could spike mine in the front or in the middle; kind of like a faux-hawk, which is the way I had it now. It looked nice, I wasn't complaining.

"13 Zeni," he said as he walked over to the register.

I nodded and counted it out for him, "Thank you," I smiled.

He nodded and pressed a bottle of gel in my hand, "Have a nice day."

I nodded again and pocketed the gel and walked toward the door, before I walked out, I called out, "You too!"

POV CHANGE

Marron had run out of the room crying when I told her. I couldn't help it, I wanted Ten to be there, he was my best man and I was not going to replace him with Uub.

Bulla walked in the room and sat cross-legged on my bed, "Trunks…" she looked like she was analyzing me, and I scowled at her. "C'mon! You know I don't like him like that! He's like another you, annoying as hell and I want to punch him in the face half of the time." She crossed her arms and pouted a little.

"What do you want me to say?" I lay back on the bed and crossed my arms behind my head.

"That you love him," I could feel her eyes glancing worriedly at me.

"Oh, I get it," I sat up and glared at her, "You think I care that he's probably ran off and gotten himself killed? You think I care about him after he did that to me—"

"Look what you did to him!" she countered.

I scoffed, "What exactly did I do? Do tell me dear sister, I'm dying to know."

"Marron," she frowned. "You drug him around like a toy, playing with his emotions and playing mind games with him. You led him on,"

"No I didn't," I interjected, "he assumed there was something between us because—"

"Because you led him on!" she interrupted.

I frowned, "I didn't know."

Truthfully, I did. I knew how Goten felt, and I knew how I felt. I knew that I loved him; I knew that he loved me. But I knew that we couldn't be together. Marron wanted to get married; she'd even told me she was pregnant. I just couldn't leave her and my child. I sighed and put my face in my hands and growled a little, "What do I do…"

Bulla just stood up and walked to the door, "You'll figure it out. First you should probably find him though, or call and see if Marron is okay."

POV CHANGE

I made it to a public phone booth, surprisingly I didn't get lost and it wasn't that far from my home. It was a win-win. I put in enough money for the phone call to last 5 minutes and then dialed the number to my parent's home.

"Hello?" my mother answered, she surprisingly sounded happy.

"Mother, it's me, Goten…"

"Oh Goten! I knew you would call," she began babbling, "Why did you just run off? Why didn't you wait around?" she fired questions off so fast that I could barely keep up.

"M-mother…" I stuttered, surprised, "I've got my own home up here and a really good job, I'm fine. I left like that because I was afraid I wasn't going to get another chance to get a job like this."

She didn't say anything, and I assumed she was thinking it over.

"I've not got much time to talk; I should probably be sleeping so that I can get a good night's rest for the upcoming few days of work."

"Okay," her voice cracked a little, "just promise you will call. Okay?"

I nodded, "I will, love you mother." Before she answered, I had hung the phone up and started back toward the house. It was getting dark now, and it was slightly chilly. I sighed and stuffed my hands in my hands into my pants pocket and yawned.

"Hey!" someone called out.

I turned around to see another man slightly jogging toward me, his hair was a dark blonde color and it framed his face slightly, he wore dark wash jeans like mine, as well as a striped black sweater, "Kyle!" he breathed out as he stopped in front of me.

I blinked, "Um…"

"Kyle, wait! They didn't mean that, they weren't letting you go because…" his brown hues widened slightly, "Y-you're not Kyle are y-you?" his face paled a little and lit up with a slight blush.

I shook my head, "No, sorry." I stared at him, "I'm uh… Goten."

"I'm Tate," he offered a small smile and extended his hand.

I shook it gingerly, "Nice to meet you," I chuckled and pocketed my hand.

"U-uhm, would you like to go grab a cup of coffee? I mean, it's all I can do to make up for mistaking you for…" Tate flushed a little and adverted his eyes slightly, "My uhm… ex."

"Your ex is a boy?" I questioned before I knew it.

He nodded, looking a little hurt, "Yeah."

"I didn't mean it in a bad way," I tried to apologize, "I don't… I…"

Tate blinked; I assume he wanted to know what I was talking about. He put his hands in his pockets and watched me.

"I have a boyfriend—er, well I had one. He… left me," I shrugged.

His stance changed and he looked slightly apologetic, "I-I'm sorry."

It got a little quiet then, so I cleared my throat and looked to the side, "So, I'll have to take a rain-check on that coffee," I smiled apologetically at him, "I start a new job tomorrow," I lied, "and I need to get some rest. Maybe we can meet here at 3 tomorrow afternoon?"

Tate nodded, "That sounds great to me," he gave a small wave, "it was nice to meet you Goten."

"Nice to meet you too Tate," I waved back and headed toward my home.

A/N: Alright, the 7th chapter is in the process of being finished!
We'll see where it goes from there, yeah?
It's not going to go the way you think, that's for sure. 3
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