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Everybody Loves Vegeta, Too!

The Dreaded Part Thirteen

Despite everything being shot to hell, the sun was still shining. Colorful birds perched on the outside balcony, chirping a sprightly song. The sound miles away sparkled in the brilliant daylight. Miles away a tiny freighter chugged through the water. Even the curlicue of smoke rising from it had its charm. Vegeta saw that this small part of his universe was calm. But elsewhere in the world, Bulma was having the worst day of her life.

"We have to go see her," Goku whispered.

Vegeta glanced over at him. He still looked ill, but at least now he was moving his limbs.

"Yes, we should," Vegeta said. They rose from the couch and walked toward the bedroom. Goku's phone buzzed, and he nearly died from fright.

Vegeta grumbled. "Who is it?"

Goku looked at his phone's screen. "It's Marron."

"We don't have time. Let's go now."

A crashing series of knocks rattled the front door. "Yamcha! Yamcha, I know you're in there!"

Goku gasped, and stared at the door. "Is that—?"

"No, it's not Bulma." Vegeta ran to the front door and gazed through the peephole. "What the ever-loving fuck…!"

"Yamcha! YAMCHA! I know what you do over here when you ignore my calls! Open the door right now!"

"Who is it?!" Goku asked in a stage whisper.

"It's the cat. Why the hell is she here?!"

"Yamcha! Yaaamchaaaa!"

The man of the hour stumbled through the bedroom door. "Don't let her in!" Yamcha groaned. He crashed into the door jamb, still hungover from last night. "Whatever you do, don't let her walk through that door!"

"This is bullshit. We're leaving!" Vegeta grabbed Goku's bicep and pulled him into the bedroom.

"Wait, guys! She has a key!" Yamcha yelled.

Midway through pulling his underwear and jeans back on, Vegeta heard the front door lock rattle. Fucking hell! Seconds later the front door flew open and smashed against the wall.

"Yamcha! Where are you!"

Yamcha growled. "Oh, look what the cat dragged in!" He crawled up off the floor, and planted his hands on his hips.

"Oh my God, why are you naked!" Puar screamed. She flew into the hallway where she caught sight of Goku and Vegeta, who were only half-dressed.

"I'm sorry Yamcha, I couldn't stop her!" came a new voice from the living room.

"Who the fuck is that?" Vegeta cried.

Oolong walked into the hallway, bashfully covering his eyes. "I tried to tell her we shouldn't come over here, but she wouldn't listen!"

Puar slapped Yamcha across the face several times with her tiny cat paws. "I can't believe you!"

"Come on babe, it's not what it looks like—"

"Oh my gods, he's fucking the cat!" Vegeta screamed. He pulled his sweater over his head, then bogarted his way out of the room. "Come on, Kakarot!"

"Goku," Puar wailed, flying forward to cling to the bigger Saiyan's chest. "Please don't tell me you had sex with Yamcha! Please!"

"Puar, I'm sorry!" Goku shook his head back and forth. He tried to pry her off his body. "I'm really sorry, but I have to go—"

"Just tell me you didn't do it! Please!"

Goku bit his lip, absolutely dumbfounded. Yamcha's bed looked like a bomb had hit it, so there was no use in lying. Vegeta clenched both sides of his head. "Yes, we fucked Yamcha! Now let's go, Kakarot!"

Puar screamed. She collapsed into a furry heap on the floor. "How could you do this to me!" Tears poured from her beady eyes.

"Oh, Puar!" Goku was all teary-eyed himself. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know you two were, uh—"

"Yamcha, I hate you!" she wailed. "I hate, hate, hate you!"

"Stop being such a fucking bitch! You don't own my body!" Yamcha screamed back from the hallway.

Goku grabbed his shirt from the floor, and side-stepped outside of the bedroom. "I'm sorry, guys!"

Once beyond the crowd of crying and screaming psychopaths, Vegeta helped Goku tug his shirt back on. He didn't have any patience for the comedy hour taking place in the apartment. "Can you take us to Capsule Corp right now?" he asked.

"Yes." Goku grabbed onto Vegeta's hand, held two fingers to his forehead, and transported them through space.

Goku felt like he was going to throw up. He and Vegeta stood beside the intercom outside of Capsule Corp. Goku's finger hovered in front of the call button for what seemed like an eternity to him. Eventually Vegeta grabbed hold of his wrist and pressed the button for him.

"Hello?" asked the female voice coming from the intercom.

"We're here to speak with Bulma Briefs," Goku said, his voice wavering.

"May I ask who this is?"

"Goku and Vegeta."

"One moment!"

The dead silence in the air filled him with dread. This may be the last moment of peace before walking into the storm. It surprised him when he felt a pressure in his palm. Vegeta held his hand. Supporting him.

"Hi again. Um…" The lady's voice hesitated. "This is a bit unusual, as I know you both are used to visiting. But Ms. Briefs says you are no longer allowed on the premises. I'm…sorry about that…"

Goku's heart skipped a beat. "We're not allowed to come in?"

"Correct. She told me to call the authorities if you step foot on our property. I really am sorry about this."

Vegeta shook his fist in the air. "Kakarot, I can sense her. She's in her bedroom."

Goku opened and closed his mouth. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the words out. Vegeta pulled him up into the air and led him to the south side of the office building. They landed right on Bulma's balcony.

The window to her room was locked shut. Vegeta jiggled the handle. "Woman, open up!"

Goku squinted his eyes to focus his vision. He could see Bulma sitting at her large vanity dresser with her back facing them. "Bulma?" he said at a half-shout. "Please let us talk to you."

She didn't move an inch. Vegeta managed to bend the metal of the window's lock, and pry it open. Goku's stomach spasmed with nausea. He felt like a burglar.

Once they both stepped foot inside, Bulma spun around in her chair. She flung a cast-iron hot comb at Goku's head. "Get out!"

As a reflex, he dodged the comb. It smashed through one of the window panes and flew over the balcony. "Bulma, please listen to us!"

"No. No! I'm—" She pointed her index finger at Vegeta's chest. "I'm calling the cops."

Vegeta flew forward and pinned her arms to her sides. "Calm down and just hold on a sec—!"

"Get the fuck off of me!" She freed an arm and swiped Vegeta clean across the right side of his face. He hadn't anticipated she'd hit him. Four thin lines of blood blossomed across his cheek. Astonished, he released her and stumbled a few feet away.

Bulma panted. "You…You two…I can't believe it…" She backed into her vanity mirror. It nearly toppled over from her weight. "Especially you, Goku!"

"Chi-Chi, I'm sorr—" Goku slapped his hand over his mouth. What a horrible reflex. Shit, I can't believe I just—

"I'm not like your fucking—dead—wife!" Bulma picked up a mug sitting on the edge of the dresser, and chucked it at the both of them. They jumped out of the way of the boiling water that sprayed everywhere. "I'm not like Chi-Chi! I'm not like her, Goku!"

Goku wiped his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry. Please, I can explain."

"No. No!" She continued to hurl objects at the both of them. She had a pretty mean curveball; eventually she nailed Goku in the forehead with a metal hairbrush. "You can't treat me like shit like you did to her!"

"Goddammit, Bulma, it didn't mean anything!" Vegeta stepped closer to her again, this time with his arms raised in defense. The blood dripping down the side of his face didn't faze him. "It was just sex. You're completely overreacting!"

Once Bulma threw the last piece of makeup from her dresser at them, she burst into tears. "I hate that no matter how hard I hit, I can't hurt you!"

Goku wanted to hit Vegeta himself. Even he wasn't as dense as to say Bulma's reaction was uncalled for. "Bulma, we just did it as friends!"

"Oh, I bet!" She raised her thin arms into the air. "I'm sure you all became best friends once you both stuffed your cocks in him at the same time!"

Goku winced. "Bulma, I—"

"How was it, huh?" She walked up to him, poking her manicured nail into his chest. "Was it as good as it sounded over the phone?" She shoved Goku hard enough to make him stumble backwards. "Yamcha's dick is pretty big, right? Right?" Another shove, and he nearly fell over. "I didn't hear everything, but I bet you sucked the life out of that thing."

"I—"

"Well did you, Goku?"

"Ye…Yes…"

"Did you like sucking his dick?"

Goku averted his gaze from her narrow eyes. "Bulma!"

"Did you think about me at all? Even once?" She stomped on the carpet. "How do you think I would feel, knowing that the father of my child," she said while counting the fingers on her hand, "my best friend, and the man I lost my virginity to all had sex with each other at the same time?!"

"Don't do this to Kakarot," Vegeta said. "You know he doesn't mean anyone harm."

"Oh, shut-up for once, Vegeta. You're not better than him just because I hold you to a lower standard!"

Bulma knew right where to hit him. He covered his eyes with the palm of his hand; Goku wondered if he was crying or just struggling to keep his anger at bay.

"Bulma, please." Goku gripped both his fists together in front of his chest. "I don't have any excuses. But I didn't do it to hurt you. I'm so, so sorry."

"Yeah." Venom dripped from her hollow voice. Compared to her earlier screaming, this was much more chilling. "You are sorry, Goku." She turned to look at Vegeta. "And you—you're just a slut, aren't you? You'd fuck anyone, no matter who it was."

Goku was startled by how quickly Vegeta reacted. The Prince held up the back of his hand inches from Bulma's face. He was crying. "Don't push me," he said, low.

"Do it!" Bulma laughed. She held her arms out to her sides, goading him. "I bet you've been waiting twenty years to hit me. Do it, you fucking coward!"

Somewhere inside of Goku, he really did believe Vegeta would hit her. And there was nothing he could do about it. A flash of blind rage sparked in Vegeta's eyes. He lowered his arm. Instead, he rushed forward and pulled her into an embrace.

Bulma screamed. The hug was destroying her. "Vegeta, no!" She thrashed and clawed at him. Trails of tears fell down her face and dripped onto her white shirt. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved it into his chest, where she screamed again.

"You took away my best friend," she sobbed.

Vegeta pulled away. "What?"

"Goku. My best friend. Son Goku." Sniffles warbled her voice. "This never would've happened if you two weren't together." She stumbled away from Vegeta's grasp, and collapsed onto her bed. "Now I don't have anyone except for Trunks."

Goku didn't mean to start crying. "That's not true, Bulma. I'm still your best friend. I still love you. Vegeta does too. You're not alone. I made a mistake, and I promise—"

"Stop it," she said. All the fight in her was gone. Tired, she hunched over. "You know what the worst part is?" She looked up at them both. "You two bring out the worst in each other. And you can't even see it."

That's not true. That's not true at all! Goku turned his head, and found Vegeta had turned to look at him as well. Their similar reactions affirmed something shameful inside of Goku. At that moment he hated himself. He wished Vegeta would defend him, maybe call Bulma a liar. But he did no such thing.

The phone in Goku's pocket buzzed again. The accusatory look Bulma shot him forced him to pull it out of his pocket to prove the caller wasn't Yamcha. "It's Marron," he said. Dammit Marron, what's the big deal?!

Bulma pointed out her broken window. "Get out. I never want to see either of you again."

Vegeta turned his attention to the balcony. "Whether or not you allow me over here, I'm still going to see Trunks. Let's go, Kakarot."

Goku held onto Vegeta's hand, and transported them away from Capsule Corp.

Goku's house was empty. The lack of any ki signatures disturbed Vegeta after their arrival. Where the hell was Goten? Goku opened the front door, utterly silent. Vegeta followed in his footsteps.

Maybe Bulma was right to have lower expectations of him. Her violent outburst upset him, but after years of fighting with her, he assumed she'd get over it soon enough. Their relationship had been filled with passionate fights and lots of make-up sex. So this was similar to that, right? Except for the make-up sex part, of course. And the fact she'd never blown up at Goku like that before. In his mind Goku had always been the golden child that couldn't infuriate anyone for too long. So to see Bulma trash him before his very eyes was disturbing.

Hopefully in a few days all of this would blow over.

He walked beside Goku into the living room. "Kakarot, are you okay?" It was a dumb question. Of course Goku wasn't okay. His best friend of over thirty years had just kicked him out of her life. But Vegeta was no good at consoling others.

"No…" Goku sat down on the couch. He ran his hand over his face and through his scalp. The poor man has the thousand-yard stare, Vegeta thought. This was definitely the shittiest outcome to what had started out as a great date.

He walked to the bedroom to change out of his dirty clothes. Propped between the doorknob and the door sat a yellow slip of paper. "What's this?" He picked it up, and unfolded it.

He read it. He blinked. He read it again. "Kakarot."

Goku turned his head. "Yeah?"

"What the fuck?" Vegeta read it again. "What is this? 'The List'?"

Judging by how all of the color drained from his face, Goku knew exactly what it was Vegeta held in his hand.

Slowly, Vegeta walked back toward the couch. "Is this—" Vegeta stopped to scratch the back of his head, which was unnervingly uncharacteristic of him. "This is what you did to me the past few days."

Goku still hadn't spoken a word.

"This is, like—" Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is obviously a means to try and mate with me."

Goku swiveled around on the couch. "Vegeta," he whispered.

Vegeta couldn't look at him. He spun around on his heel and walked into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and read the yellow sheet of paper again. So little Kakarot was actually paying close attention when I told him about the mating ritual. Goku walked to the kitchen doorway, but stopped as if a preventative spell kept him from entering. "Vegeta, it's not what it looks like."

"Why are you lying to me right now?" Vegeta stared into Goku's unblinking eyes. "You were trying to mate with me without my permission. Right?"

Goku finally broke. "No, it's not like that at all! See, Bulma had this great idea for you to get closer to me—"

"You mean submit to you."

"Well, yeah, but she said if I followed these five steps then you'd be more willing to, um, submit. But I wanted to do all of these things to make you happy, and by the end you'd see all along you wanted to mate with me, and by then it'd be easy for us to—"

"Shut-up." Vegeta stood up from his chair. It tipped over backwards to the floor. The clatter resounded like a gunshot in the quiet kitchen. "So all of those things you asked me to do…and all of the things you did for me…was so you could control me? Bend me to your will?"

"No, Vegeta! I would never want that!"

"But." Vegeta grabbed at his hair. "But you just said that's what your plan was. I can't believe it." He pulled hard enough to loosen a few strands. "Wow. I'm…" He paced around in a circle.

"Please, Vegeta, don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad. I'm…in awe. This was a brilliant plan. You almost finished it, too."

Goku backed away from him. Vegeta knew why. Goku assumed he would fly off the handle. He probably thought the Prince would punch and scream himself hoarse. But since he wasn't doing any such thing, Goku didn't know how to handle the situation. So retreating was the safest option.

"No." Vegeta shook his head. For some reason a dull pain throbbed in the front of his skull. It was difficult for him to maintain his balance. Was Bulma right about everything all along? "I should've known better."

"You should've known what?" Goku sounded a million miles away.

Vegeta raised his hands in the air. He tugged both rings off his fingers. "I don't want these anymore."

"Why—"

"Take them." He shoved his extended palm clutching the rings into Goku's face. "I don't want anything from you anymore."

Goku gave a weak smile. "You don't mean that, Vegeta."

He snapped. "Fuck you!" Vegeta pitched both rings out the kitchen window. They flew miles away to land somewhere in the forest, lost forever. "How dare you!" With his hand now free, he slapped Goku across the face. "You don't get to speak to me that way!"

Goku clutched the throbbing welt on his cheek. "I'm sorry."

"I don't care if you're sorry. You're shit to me." On that note, Vegeta left the kitchen and headed to the bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving."

Goku nearly toppled Vegeta over. He clung to his waist and was half-way falling to the floor. "You can't mean that!"

Vegeta didn't want to cry. Tears welled in his eyes. "I'm not coming back this time."

"You're joking, right?" Goku continued to pull on him.

Vegeta wished he could float away from his body and let someone else deal with this. Even when fighting with Bulma things didn't get this dramatic. He wanted to believe he could just walk out the door in the next few minutes with only a short fight to suffer through. But Goku was going to drag this ordeal out for however long it took. Vegeta never had a man beg him to stay before, and it rattled him to the core. "Be a fucking man and get up off the floor!"

"Please don't leave me, Vegeta."

Vegeta laughed through his tears. "Didn't you hear me? I'm done with you. You're nothing to me now." Vegeta tugged them both toward the dresser in the corner. He pulled his clothes out in rapid succession and threw them onto the floor.

"Don't say that. You don't mean it. Please." Goku tugged on his shoulders. "Come here. Let me show you that you don't mean it."

Vegeta felt himself get dragged to the floor and pulled into a deep kiss. Goku's wet mouth stung the fresh scratches on his face. "Kakarot, please." Vegeta found himself kissing back, crying even harder. "I can't do this anymore…"

Goku pulled his sweater off. He shoved Vegeta down onto his back. "Make love to me," he whispered.

Vegeta wiggled away from beneath his grasp. "You're pathetic if you think that'll make me want to stay." He rushed to the closet and pulled out a duffle bag. He wiped away the tears from his face before turning around again. With a blank expression, he packed all of his things away into the bag.

Goku covered his face. "Why do you want to hurt me so badly?"

Vegeta dropped the bag. "I'm hurting you?" He pointed accusingly at Goku. "Do you want to know a secret, Kakarot? Do you know how many men I've actually allowed to fuck me?"

Goku looked up at him, speechless.

"You and Freiza. That's it." He sliced his hand through the air. "And predictably, you've lived up to him."

"That's not true!"

"It is true. Like him, you are nothing but a liar and manipulator."

Goku shook his head. "I'm not like him. I'm not. You're in love with me."

"No, Kakarot. I do not love you anymore."

Goku sat on the floor and cried like a child. Vegeta couldn't stand to watch. It broke his heart and made him feel embarrassed at the same time. Goku stifled his sobs long enough to cough out a few words. "I can't live without you."

"Stop your fucking crying!" Vegeta clenched his eyes shut. "Why do you always think only about yourself? About what you want and need? Don't you know I thought about mating with you? Did you ever stop and think for one fucking second," he panted, "that part of me wanted to be with you forever, too?"

Goku gaped at him. "What?"

"I loved you with every fiber of my being. I would've died for you, Kakarot. I fucking adored you. But you took advantage of that. Crushed me under your little thumb like I was nothing. So I have to leave before there is nothing of me left." With that, Vegeta picked up his things and headed for the front door.

Goku didn't follow him. Vegeta was glad to finally be outside of that horrible bedroom. But somewhere far away, a woman's screams were drowning out Goku's sobs. Huh?

"Uncle Goku! Uncle Goku!" Marron's voice rose from somewhere outside. Vegeta jogged back into the kitchen to look out the window. There she was a dozens of yards away, sprinting full speed toward him. She ran through the grass barefoot while dangling her sandals from her outstretched hand.

"What's the matter?" Vegeta yelled.

"Tell him to run away!" she screamed.

What the hell is going on? "What?!"

"Tell Uncle Goku to get as far away as possible! They're coming for him!"

Someone knocked on the front door. "Fuck, has the whole world gone mad?" Vegeta ran to the front door, and flung it open.

Before him stood Krillin. "Hey, Vegeta…" He was wearing his police uniform.

"What the hell do you want?" Vegeta spat.

Krillin looked over his shoulder. Behind him outside were several cop cars parked in the dirt road. He unleashed a deep sigh, then readjusted his police hat. "I hate to be the one to come here and do this."

"Krillin?" Goku's hoarse voice came from the hallway. He walked slowly to the front door. He ignored Vegeta. "What's going on?"

Krillin gaped at Goku's tear-stained face and puffy eyes. "Goku, I have some bad news." He sighed. "You're under arrest."

"What?" Goku and Vegeta said in unison.

"You know that painting you destroyed?" Krillin laughed. "Turns out they take that kind of thing very seriously over there! It was all over the news yesterday!"

"You've got to be kidding me," Goku groaned. "I can't be arrested for something like that! Besides, it was an accident!"

"I know, I know. I think it's stupid, too. Had you done that here instead of half-way across the world, it wouldn't be a big deal."

Goku scratched the back of his head and sniffled. "Um…How long do they want me in jail for?"

"They're just requesting out country hands you over to them. So I have no idea." Krillin looked over his shoulder again, as if being watched. "I don't have much time. But if you really wanted to get out of this mess, you could just head over to my house. I can say I didn't find you here. Then maybe Gohan could help figure out the rest."

Goku laughed out loud. The chipper noise startled Vegeta. Goku smiled, but it was devoid of its usual cheer. "Vegeta, what do you think I should do?"

Vegeta stared back at him. "I don't care what happens to you anymore."

Goku laughed again, this time with a bitter edge. "Okay then. Krillin, let's go." He held out both of his wrists. "You're supposed to cuff me, right?"

Krillin gasped. "Goku, I'm serious. This is dumb. Just head over to my house—"

"No. I want to go."

Krillin's shoulders slumped. He pulled out his handcuffs, and slapped them around Goku's wrists. They barely fit. "You have the right to remain silent…"

Vegeta stood witness as Krillin pushed Goku out the front door. He led his friend to one of the cop cars. Right after he opened the back door, Goku turned to look at Vegeta. He mouthed something Vegeta couldn't read on his lips. Even though he felt absolute hatred for Earth's savior, Vegeta wanted to know what it was Goku could possibly say to him in his last moments.

Goku disappeared into the car. A minute later, they were all gone as soon as they came.

Marron ran up the front path of the house. "Uncle Goku is gone," she cried out, skidding to a stop. She doubled over to catch her breath. "He's gone. He's gone!"

Vegeta glared down at her. His duffle bag was still slung over his shoulder. "I know."

She looked up at him. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet." He grabbed her small hand and tugged. "Come inside."

Goten bubbled over with joy. He flew over the vast forest near his home with a song in his heart. Hopefully his father finally came home so he could share the news with him. Naturally Vegeta wouldn't like it, but who cared! In the course of the past four days, his life had changed forever.

He landed in front of the Son home. Gracefully, he pirouetted, then leapt onto the front porch. "Dad! Oh Da-aaaad!" He unlocked the front door, and stepped in.

It was nearly pitch dark inside. That was the first thing that tipped him off something was wrong. Sitting on the couch were Vegeta and Marron. Marron had her arms wrapped around Vegeta's waist. Her red cheeks were stained with tears. Vegeta looked worse for wear himself.

"Uh, hey everybody!" Goten leapt in front of the couch. "I have great news!"

"Your father is being carted off to some foreign prison," Vegeta said.

Goten blinked. "What did you say?"

"Kakarot got arrested about an hour ago. Yesterday he destroyed a priceless painting. So now he's being punished."

Goten rubbed his eyes. Was this all a dream? "I don't—what? Dad is gone?"

"Yes."

"Well, let's go save him!"

"He wanted to go."

Goten flopped down on the couch next to Vegeta. His head rolled back to rest on the couch cushions. "Why would he want to leave? I just don't get—"

"Goten. Listen." Vegeta looked down at Marron. "Your father and I are no longer in a relationship together."

"Whaaat? What happened?!"

Vegeta sighed. "It's a long story. And I'm tired."

"What's going to happen to me, then?"

Goten watched Vegeta's face twist in anger for a brief moment. Seconds later it returned to its normal, blank expression. "I suppose…I need to take care of you."

Guilt washed over Goten. Was he a burden to Vegeta now? Is that why he was angry? Or was it because of the nasty four scars on his face? All of the information—or lack thereof—was overwhelming. And he didn't even have his father around to ask for advice. Once again, Goku was gone for an indefinite amount of time.

"Don't be that way." Vegeta winced, then rose his hand to pat Goten on the head.

Is this how he shows affection? Goten thought. "Don't be what way?"

"You have huge puppy-dog eyes like your father used to give me when he was upset."

"Uh, okay…"

"Hey." Marron interrupted their conversation. Goten was grateful; it was leading nowhere. "Will you two please come live with me?"

Goten jerked his head back. "Why would I move?" He swiveled his head back and forth. "What's going on, guys?"

Vegeta ignored him. "I don't know if Krillin would allow that."

"I'll convince Dad!" Marron tugged on Vegeta's shirt. "Please, don't stay here alone!"

"Fine." Vegeta pat Marron on the head in the same fashion as Goten. "Ask him. If he hasn't made a decision after 30 minutes…well." He looked at Goten. "Maybe Kakarot's child can stay with his brother or Bulma. And I'll find somewhere else to live."

"Guys, why are we talking about moving out!"

Marron pulled out her cell. "Like Uncle Vegeta said, it's a long story. But I don't think he should stay here if he's not with Uncle Goku anymore."

Goten sunk deeper into the couch. Why did everyone always treat him like he was too stupid to be owed an explanation?

"By the way," Marron said, wiping away a few lingering tears in the corners of her eyes. "I could go for some good news right now. What were you going to tell us earlier?"

"Oh." Goten rest his chin in his hand. "I just wanted to tell everyone I was in love."