Tangled Up in Blue

by SonChan

Goten and Bulla have been entangled in each other's lives for years, but after a recent kiss, both are thrown for a loop. This is only intensified when the Z Gang gets an invitation to visit Planet Souljin, distant cousins to the Saiyans, for a grand celebration. As they travel, Goten and Bulla are plunged into situations where they realize just how much they mean to each other.

9. Chapter 8: More

Tangled Up in Blue

Disclaimers: Per usual,I do not own DBZ/GT; credit to Majin_Angel_Chan from DBU for the title of Planet Souljin. Lore and characters (save for Kail) are all my creation.

Author's Note: Eek! We finally make it to Souljin this chapter. I'm beyond delighted that the flashback scene affected so many—it's something that I quite taken with and it's a joy to share these moments with you all.

In this chapter, we will re-meet characters and meet some new ones. As mentioned in my disclaimer, the only one I don't own is Kail. He was a creation of my old friend Majin_Angel_Chan and, frankly, the reason I decided upon using Souljin as a setting! His appearance in this story is a little limited because of his age in this, but I plan to use his character for future writings. Some of you may have stumbled upon my old FF fics with him in it, so hopefully it's a fun little Easter Egg for those who recognized the name!

Playlist Chapter Recommendations: Take My Breath Away, more

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Chapter 8: More

He had sworn it was all a dream.

At least, that is what Goten convinced himself when the absence of morning light filtered through the room. Somewhere in between asleep and awake, that drowsy haze played tricks on his restless mind. Surely, he wouldn't have listened to the princess' request to stay the night. Surely, if he had stayed for a bit, he would have left before falling asleep.

Neither of those things were true.

Space didn't exactly make it easy to tell the time, but it felt early. As Goten's eyelids gradually lifted to reveal where he was, his sense of smell twitched at a tropical scent. It was one that was becoming a core association with the noble daughter. His head lifted from the sea of blue on the pillow beneath him to reveal the lovely lady in his grasp.

Bulla was breathtaking in any form, but the older hybrid admired her like a work of art as she lay peacefully in her bed.

Her grip was firm, yet thankfully, he was a tad stronger. Goten loosened his arms from around her, the faintest whimper uttered from her sleeping lips upon doing so. Had it been his choice, and had it been just the two of them on this spaceship, he wouldn't have left that spot unless death itself came for him. And even then…

Stop that, the hybrid warned himself.

Goten's task at hand to vacate the room was a rather pressing matter and he couldn't pine at a time like this. Hell, what was he thinking? This was Bulla Briefs…he couldn't pine at all.

Slowly, he slinked away to the exit, picking up his shoes nearby since his sock-covered feet would make less noise. Careful not to wake her, Goten creaked open the door, bidding one last look at Bulla. Even sleeping, she seemed almost ethereal. If only there was more time to admire her in this state, he thought; sadly, though, he knew this was not to be. With catlike speed, he positioned himself outside and closed the door.

Tiptoeing back into his own bedroom, Goten exhaled at his own fantastical luck that none of the early risers had been in the upstairs hallway yet. Making his way to the unused bed, the half-Saiyan figured he had an hour to catch some additional shuteye. Though his nerves were multiplying, Goten wanted to maintain the illusion that he had been alone. All the while pretending as if he hadn't spent the night with the most beautiful woman in the universe in his arms.

But she did…and he relished the memory, as recently as it was.

She fit into him like a glove. Her tiny body, petite yet full of power, spooned against his sturdy frame as if she were made for him. Goten thought about how he could've spent hours tangled up in her, enmeshed with the heiress completely. He grabbed one of his extra pillows and held the cushion against his chest, but for all its gentle softness, the padding couldn't even begin to replicate the warmth of Bulla's body.

It was a stark reminder that maybe nothing ever would.

…

"Yo! Goten…up and at 'em."

Trunks knocked rapidly, knowing how the Son man could be during a deep sleep. Naturally, after spending years of sleepovers and camping trips together, the elder halfling knew the other man's habits to a tee.

"Go away, Mom…"

The voice inside the room garbled out incoherently and Trunks was more than amused at his friend's still dreamlike state. "I don't think your mom would be happy to know you think she sounds like a man," he laughed, knocking once again.

A disheveled Goten answered the door, looking exhausted. Yawning, the tired man stretched as it quickly registered to him that Trunks was already dressed for the day…with a familiar sword attached to his back.

"Oh no dude," Goten began disbelieving, "you didn't actually bring the sword?"

Trunks looked taken aback. "I said I would," he answered. Goten raised a brow at his friend's unusual accessory.

"Do you…even remember how to fight with it?" the younger demi-Saiyan asked tentatively.

The other hybrid scoffed. "It'll be a piece of cake," Trunks insisted. "It's like riding a bike! I'll figure it out."

Goten opened his mouth to say something else, but decided against it. If his friend wanted to go this route, and embarrass himself to the high heavens and back, then he was going to let him. The youngest Son went to change his clothes as Trunks waited in the doorway. Something caught the lavender-haired man's attention, however.

"Did you fall asleep in your clothes?" Trunks wondered. He found that to be strange. Facing away from his friend, Goten's eyes widened but attempted to play it cool.

"I was pretty exhausted last night," he said, changing into fresh pants, "must've passed out before I had a chance."

"I hear you," Trunks said rubbing a stiff shoulder. "We all were wiped. I think Bulla even passed out on the couch."

Goten continued to switch out his clothes, gulping while turned away from Trunks. If the elder halfling's reaction during their game last night was any indication of how he'd respond to the idea of Goten and Bulla, he'd be a dead man. He finished pulling down a shirt as he pivoted back towards the prince. Goten struggled to change the subject but realized that Trunks did that for him when something in the hallway caught his eye.

"Speaking of her highness…"

Sashaying her hips, Bulla walked towards the two men, a knowing smile on her face as she glanced at Goten before returning her attention to Trunks. "Talking about me?" the heiress asked her brother teasingly. The elder sibling rolled his eyes.

"Just how you were knocked out during the movie. You ended up hogging most of that couch, you know."

"Such a baby," Bulla chided, "it's a wonder you managed to survive."

Trunks shook his head while Goten did his best to repress a chortle. "Don't you have better things to do than bother us, Bulla?" her brother questioned with annoyance.

"Actually, I'm here because Mom wanted you to help her get the ship ready for landing. She said for you to come ASAP."

"Can't you do it? I'm busy."

"She asked me to tell you, Trunks."

"It's okay, Trunks; we'll catch up after," Goten assured. He briefly caught Bulla's attention, and her smile indicated that she too was okay with this plan.

The eldest halfling sighed, muttering under his breath as he obeyed his mother's command via her proxy. When it was clear that Trunks was no longer within earshot, Bulla and Goten leaned inward, both with a look of contentment on their faces. Tucking her hair behind her ear, the princess was the first to speak.

"You stayed."

Her hands fell delicately behind her back, posture all proper. The softhearted smile seemed to sway the silent demi-Saiyan into speaking. "You asked me to," Goten answered gently.

Bulla's beam blossomed into a full-blown, toothy grin. "I appreciate that," she began blushing a smidge, "last night felt…nice."

She tried to convey what she could in whatever paltry words came out. Goten could feel his chest tighten seeing her so satisfied. As much as he would have loved to tell her exactly what the previous night meant to him as well, he knew he had to voice his concerns.

"Bulla," Goten spoke, "before bed, I had an interesting conversation with your dad."

Her jovial mood shifted in an instance, the weight of Goten's statement hitting her like a brick. All Bulla could think about was how she failed to share her suspicions about Vegeta's own hunches with the other hybrid. A wave of guilt washed over the heiress, not sure what he was about to reveal.

"How did that go?" Bulla asked.

"Well," the other halfling began, "he definitely knew about me training you."

Knowing her suspicions were correct made the bluette sick to her stomach. Bulla turned to the side and groaned. "Shit," she hissed under her breath. Suddenly, a look of great concern graced her countenance. "Dad didn't…go off on you, right?" the princess questioned.

Her worried appearance touched Goten, a slight smile showcasing through. He shook his head. "Nah, I held my own," the older demi-Saiyan answered with a hint of pride. That thought brought a small amount of comfort to Bulla, grateful her father's rage didn't unleash itself against her crush. Goten resumed speaking once more, not yet done with his recollection of the previous encounter. "Shockingly," he started again, "he's open to the idea of me continuing to train you."

Bulla made a face. "You're kidding," she responded, complete with healthy doubt.

"The man is full of surprises," Goten chimed. A sense of satisfaction washed over him, feeling proud of how he had managed the situation the night before. "He wants you to be at your best, however you get there. Even if it means being tutored by Kakarot's spawn."

They both chuckled at her father's words coming out of Goten's mouth. Bulla could hardly believe that her overbearing Saiyan Prince of a dad would be so open to the idea, and it certainly impressed her that Goten came out of that interaction unscathed. It was almost enough to give her hope that maybe Vegeta would be a little more open-minded to other things.

After a beat, his appearance altered itself into an expression of trepidation. "Bulla," he resumed with a graver tone, "he also seemed to get a sense that there might be something else going on."

Her cobalt eyes broadened. "Like what?" she inquired with curiosity.

With a telling look, Goten met her gaze, his dark orbs piercing into the depths of her soul. "Bulla…" he trailed off. He didn't want to say it aloud if he didn't have to.

Wrinkling her brow, Bulla still wasn't following. Goten made a face, as if this unspoken communication would clue her in but she needed verbal confirmation. The lack of clarity confounded her, and in actuality, ticked the princess off. He was being evasive again, and she didn't appreciate it. "Like what, Goten?" Bulla repeated, firmer than before.

"Like," Goten sighed as he found himself unable to continue. Leaning in closer, he whispered, "C'mon Bulla, you know what I mean."

"Clearly I don't," the bluette said, glaring.

"That we've been…"

Goten could barely finish his sentence. What had they been doing? They only ever kissed once. Nearly twice. While that kiss lingered on lips like a familiar song, Goten had been trying his hardest to not sing it. The two had hugged more times than he could count. That hadn't been out of the ordinary, and yet, every little bit of contact with her skin burned something within. He knew he had been feeling more than friendship for her, and clearly, she for him. Even her father picked up on that. Why couldn't he just bring himself to say it?

"That we've been closer?" Bulla finished for him, in a much terser manner than Goten was used to. "I get that my dad is my dad, and I'm not exactly dying to share everything with him either, but I don't appreciate the mixed signals, Goten."

Her words punched him in the gut. This was not going the way he wanted it to go.

"Look, B-Chan, I'm not trying to hurt you," he said earnestly. Goten sighed. The not-so-subtle indication Vegeta gave him that he was being watched made him understandably nervous. Goten didn't want to give the prince any more ammunition than he needed, especially since he barely crawled his way out of a near lie. "Vegeta was just very clear with me last night. Even though I got out of the training secret in one piece, I highly doubt he'd appreciate trying to get anything else past him."

The princess scoffed in response. "If you were so concerned, Goten," she added with a bite, "why did you stay the night?"

In response, the elder half-Saiyan just looked blankly at her, almost uncertain of the answer himself. His heart tugged, not wanting to upset her further. "You asked me to," Goten restated from earlier. It wasn't what she had hoped to hear, but it was the truth. That didn't seem to please Bulla in the slightest.

"So, whose opinion matters more, then? My father's or mine?"

"B—"

His puppy dog eyes normally would have worked on her, but Bulla was too proud in that moment. She wasn't blind to his predicament; the princess just hoped that with all they had been through the past couple of months, he'd make the choice to ignore it. Bulla internally chastised her naivety.

"Don't," she snapped in frustration. With her arms folded and a vein forming on her forehead, Bulla was no longer her mother's clone but her father's twin. The bitterness soon manifested as disappointment. "I just thought—"

The heiress inhaled through her nose, trying to prevent her emotions from taking control. In her memory, Bulla could still sense how comforting Goten's arms felt the night before. How strong, how protective…she never wanted him to stop holding her. Last night felt like they were making progress and here he was, unable to even say what was going on between them. A suppressed shudder lodged in her throat, tears threatening to spill but the bluette kept them at bay. Her pride wouldn't let her seem weak in that moment.

"I don't know what I thought," the younger demi-Saiyan continued in a quieter tone.

Goten attempted to reach for her, but understandably, Bulla tore away from the action.

"Just leave me alone," she said, bitterness returning to her voice. "Wouldn't want to upset my father."

Heels clacked onto the tile as Bulla left the older Saiyan to his own devices. Regrettably, he watched her leave without chasing after her. Goten's feet frozen in place. A disgusted sigh left his lips, knowing he upset the princess despite his desire not to.

"Idiot," the halfling whispered slinking down on his bed.

He should have denied her request to stay from the get-go. As much as he wanted to be there with her, Goten should have been firm. Especially so soon after his meeting with Vegeta, he knew they were tempting fate. What was he thinking? Goten was the older one—it wasn't fair of him to give her false hope.

Goten didn't have time to sulk for long, as a robotic voice sounded over the intercom. We are now approaching Planet Souljin, departure will begin in approximately ten minutes.

Taking a deep breath, the half-Saiyan rose to collect his things; whatever rift he created with Bulla would have to be patched up later.

…

The gang was all gathered with their belongings in the ship's central area where the entrance and cockpit were situated. Bulma and Trunks worked to land smoothly, while Vegeta and Piccolo leaned against the wall in silence. Uub was conversing with his master and Gohan, and Bulla was with Pan and Marron, the trio excitedly looking out the window as they descended into Souljin's atmosphere. Goten walked in with his suitcase, scouring the room to find Bulla, but noticed she was engrossed by the view before her. The display of the planet put her in a seemingly better mood than when she left him. He decided to stay back, so as not to disturb her further.

"Alright, I think it goes without saying I expect this group to be on their best behavior," Bulma said while lowering the ship. She immediately locked eyes with Goku. "That goes double for you, mister."

"Me?" Goku said pointing at himself, perplexed. Bulma's eyes narrowed in.

"You know exactly what I mean, Goku. Decorum isn't your area of expertise, I know," she said with a large sigh, "but please try for once. Don't embarrass us in front of the Souljin King."

He was about to protest before getting gently prodded in the ribs by Gohan. "Maybe just take extra care to be polite, Dad," his eldest suggested gently.

Once again, Goku was about to open his mouth, but Vegeta cut him off this time. "Kakarot…" he said like a warning.

The other pureblood pouted, but quickly was distracted as the aerial spectacle of a glittering city lay before them. He joined the women already staring out the window, as did the rest of the passengers, save for Goten keeping his distance, as well as Vegeta and Piccolo being their stoic selves. The youngest Son still watched from afar the amazing sight coming into view.

Gohan flipped through his vast array of notes to describe the scene. The capital they would be in was known as Souljin City. While it was still a little speck from afar, the city slowly came into view. Massive manmade structures, as well as a vast landscape of desert and forestry, sprawled across the land. A towering mountain range, situated behind the city, with its largest peak sporting a waterfall cascading down provided a nearby river with its water source.

"Wow," Bulla breathed, face against the glass. The same robotic intercom voice spoke once more.

Now approaching, Planet Souljin—please prepare yourself descent and departure.

"Hang on, everyone!" Bulma instructed and she and Trunks gracefully guided the shuttle towards the designated airfield near the city walls.

As the spaceship touched down on Souljin, there was already a small retinue of palace soldiers and servants awaiting the visitors, along with two familiar faces: Prince Zasso and General Taikan.

"Salutations, my friends!" Prince Zasso rang out happily. Bulma waved as they approached.

"Prince Zasso, General Taikan, so nice to see you again," she nodded. The prince reached for her hand to kiss it, a move from their previous meeting that made Bulma flush and giggle like a schoolgirl. Annoyed, Vegeta cleared his throat.

Both Zasso and General Taikan bowed towards Vegeta. "Prince Vegeta, an honor to have you and your family on our humble planet," Zasso continued, paying due reverence to the Saiyan Prince.

Vegeta hmphed in response, not before noticing the lack of the other members of the royal family before them. "Your father decided to not come and greet us?" he asked with slight irritation in his voice.

"He eagerly awaits us all in the throne room of the palace with my brothers," Prince Zasso replied. A look of displeasure graced the Saiyan's face, but the Souljin Ambassador remained undeterred. General Taikan nodded in agreement.

"Come, we will head there now—it is not far. The palace servants with gather your belongings, and my soldiers will accompany us," the military man stated.

As Prince Zasso snapped his fingers, the workers went to grab the various items the Z Fighters had and efficiently gathered them together. General Taikan made a hand gesture that prompted his soldiers to form a line on either side of the group, leaving the Earthlings amazed at the discipline they showed. Vegeta let out a disapproving click. "Seems excessive to have this number of guards," he muttered loud enough to be heard.

"A precaution merely," Taikan responded, starting to lead the group towards the outline of their destination. "I assure you, Souljin is very safe. The biggest commotion tends to be thievery or minor disputes. My soldiers keep the peace quite well."

"Yes, General Taikan has a master military mind," Prince Zasso praised, "my father entrusts all of Souljin's security to him and his team."

"Big responsibility," Goku commented cheerily.

"An honor," General Taikan returned, "I live to serve Souljin the best way I can."

While the General continued the conversation with the front of the line, the Souljin Ambassador softened his steps. Feeling like someone was observing him, Prince Zasso turned his head and made eye contact with Marron who had been starting unintentionally. With a quiet smile, he slowed his pace to line up with her. "Lady Marron," Zasso acknowledged quietly, "how lovely to see you made it."

Bulla and Pan hung back, quietly giggling and giving their friend some space. Goten and Uub also took the hint and made some room for the prince to stand beside her.

Trunks did no such thing.

Marron beamed at the handsome prince, ignoring an obvious grunt from Trunks on the other side of her. "Happy to be here, Prince Zasso," she murmured back.

"Zasso," the prince corrected sweetly.

"Zasso," Marron repeated, a faint blush on her cheeks.

"I trust the journey was not…troublesome?" Zasso questioned, with a hint of understanding. Marron's cheeks reddened deeper, recalling the difficulty her stomach had initially, until she was unaided by an unlikely source.

"Marron did great," Trunks interjected, surprising the blonde and pleasing the Souljin Ambassador.

"Glad to hear it," Prince Zasso replied happily. His eyes lit up when he saw the sword on Trunks' back. "Prince Trunks! I'm delighted you brought your sword with you."

The younger Saiyan Prince shifted. "Said I would," he stated, feeling awkward.

Marron returned the favor this time. "Trunks is looking forward to showing off his skills," she said admiringly. The lavender-haired man appeared shocked at the comment but nodded.

Prince Zasso smiled at the two. "I shall look forward to that as well, Prince Trunks!"

Trunks tipped his head as he looked off to the side, deep in thought. The Souljin royal leaned in towards the pretty human. He lightly brushed his hand on Marron's shoulder. "Just wanted to say a quick hello, but I should head back up. I hope to speak with you once settled though."

Marron nodded as Prince Zasso gave one last squeeze before returning towards the front. Blushing, her blue eyes met Trunks' who did his best to appear unbothered by the exchange. She was about to thank Trunks for being civil for once when Marron felt her arms hook on either side as Bulla and Pan clung closely, eager for gossip. The women chuckled while admiring the bevy of buildings surrounding them. Trunks let his eyes linger on the blonde for a moment before working to immerse himself in conversation with Uub and Goten as they walked.

Uub chatted happily, but Goten was still distracted, watching the bluette ahead of him laugh as if nothing had happened.

"And here we are," Prince Zasso's voice rang out as they approached the castle walls.

The group lifted their heads in unanimity, as the wide doors seceding the palace from the outside city started to open up for them, revealing the magnificence that lay inside.

The opulence of the Souljin Palace was staggering.

A mighty citadel in the middle of Souljin City; its grand structure rivaled anything remotely similar to Earth. The architecture was a mix of modern and mythical, evoking a Byzantine feel, but with fresh, technological advances. Adorned with an array of intricate ingot and granite throughout the stonework, this bastion of masonic mastery dwarfed any who approached it.

Inside the front courtyard, dozens of people gathered throughout, a mix of palace staff and eager onlookers to watch the travelers. Interested murmurs ricocheted throughout the piazza. Superbly manicured gardens aligned the pathway, all encased within the looming walls that separated the fortress from the outer city. Prince Zasso led the group to a grand staircase constructed from pure marble. Halfway up the stairs, a flat platform spanned the center, providing a prime location for royal addresses to the masses.

Balconies draped alongside the castle walls, carved from precious stone, and covered in a bevy of ivy. Open air columns and doorways drew in the breath of the metropolis at its gates yet removed enough to be its own little utopia. In the back courtyard, a mountain stream cascaded down into the ponds of the water gardens. Garlanded with lush flora and vegetation, the small slice of paradise looked as enchanting as could be. A vast hedge maze full of fountains and beautifully fabricated gazebos made for a breathtaking scene. Echoes from a nearby menagerie filled the air with various animal noises amidst the eclectic array of voices from the palace attendees.

"Isn't this something, Vegeta?" Bulma tried to engage her husband. Vegeta merely grunted; his mind preoccupied elsewhere. A faint whistle exited Goku's lips.

"Whoa," the other pureblood said aloud, "quite the digs you've got Zasso!"

Prince Zasso chuckled with amusement at the Saiyan's mannerisms. "My father's palace of course," he corrected, "but I have the boon of good pedigree. He generously provides for my brothers and myself."

"Sounds like a pretty great guy!" Goku chimed happily. "Can't wait to meet 'em!"

"Believe me, he's quite eager to meet all of you," Zasso added.

General Taikan made a hand gesture to the guards at the entryway. Another set of shadowing gates opened up giving castle access to the group. The general and prince continued to lead them all through until they approached what looked to be the foyer of the throne room.

"It'll be right through here, Prince Vegeta," Zasso explained, "they'll announce you all to the court for introductions."

"I wasn't wanting all this fanfare," Vegeta said harshly.

"Just protocol, Your Highness," General Taikan added, "King Engei wanted to pay respect."

"I'd rather he respect our time," the Saiyan Prince grunted, "it's been a tiring journey."

"Vegeta!" Bulma chastised.

Prince Zasso waved his hand. "Fret not, Lady Bulma, I understand your husband's point."

"He sure could be a lot nicer about it," she hissed in his direction, earning a "tch" in response.

"If you'll just indulge the ceremony for a little bit, I promise to get you on your way, Prince Vegeta," Zasso guaranteed. The proud prince said nothing further. With that, General Taikan once more signaled for the guards to open the doors.

…

Bulla unlinked her arms from her friends as her parents motioned for her and Trunks to join them at their side. She briefly glanced back and saw Goten's wide-eyed gape, promptly causing her to scowl as she turned around in a huff.

The elegant throne room was just as regal as the rest of the Souljin Palace, and the crowd of courtiers whispered with glee as the Z Fighters made their way inside. Still following General Taikan and Prince Zasso, they slowly inched forward. As fanfare trumpeted out to signal their arrival, Prince Zasso nodded to a Herald near the doorway, reading off a scroll.

"Presenting His Highness Prince Vegeta the IV," the Herald began, "with his wife, the Earthling, Lady Bulma, and their children and heirs, Prince Trunks Vegeta Briefs and Princess Bulla Briefs."

Bulla and Trunks glanced at one another, not used to their formal titles, in spite of jokingly called "prince" and "princess" by their friends. It felt a little surreal.

"In their company is Saiyan Third-Class Kakarot, also known as Son Goku, along with his progeny Son Gohan, Son Goten, and granddaughter Son Pan. Also in attendance are the Earthlings Majin Uub, Lady Marron and…oh my…" the Herald announcing them seemed perplexed when it came to Piccolo, who in all fairness, was a last-minute addition to the traveling group.

"Just Piccolo," he responded. The Namekian gave a subtle glower, and the Herald immediately went back to his list to continue with his speech.

"Well then," the Herald resumed with fresh nerves, "and one Piccolo."

Chuckling could be heard from the youngest Souljin prince. "Fret not, Onaji, I'll manage it from here," Prince Zasso signaled to the Herald, who pressed up against the wall with relief. Marron silently appreciated the kind gesture, solidifying the prince's nature.

The Ambassador guided the group towards the front of the throne room, walking backwards with ease to face them and to address the royal family who were coming closer into view. Atop a decorated throne, sat the crowned figure of King Engei, surrounded by several other family members at either side. The king's face was mostly stoic, although his bright green eyes did seem entranced by the entourage before him. After clearing his throat, Prince Zasso resumed the preambles.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Earth," the Ambassador started to speak. "May I now present His Royal Majesty, the Sovereign of Souljin, Second Son of King Enju the Third, Descendent of the Saiyan line of House Houren, as well as the Soulan line of House Hinageshi, the incomparable, the benevolent, King Engei the First."

Impressed by his perfect introduction, King Engei offered a warm smile and nod to the group.

They congregated in a straight line in front of the grandiose throne, with Vegeta's family front and center. Prince Zasso and General Taikan lowered themselves to the ground to bow. Looking at one another for confirmation, the Z Fighters followed suit with the same gesture, even a reluctant Piccolo. All bowed before the Souljin King and royal family, save for Vegeta.

The proud Saiyan folded his arms, not wavering in eye contact from the green-eyed king in front of him. This earned him another hiss from his wife, but he remained in place.

Bulla took immediate note of the royal family surrounding the elderly king. To his immediate right, a long-haired man with eyes that matched King Engei's own pair, stood proudly. His expression was stoic, very proper. A circlet crown of gold graced his head of brown hair. Putting together what clues she had, Bulla deduced this must have been the Crown Prince.

At his side, a lovely woman with a head of auburn and golden eyes held a young toddler. The small boy seemed to be behaved enough, only moving slightly in his mother's arms, but clearly engrossed in his own little world. Bulla smiled at the child's playful personality, noting his little tail curled around the chestnut-haired woman's elbow. His own set of golden eyes were large and curious, ignoring the rest of the room as he happily clung to his mother.

Those features closely matched the man on the other side of King Engei, who was just as handsome as Prince Zasso, if not more. Raven-haired spikes contrasted his gilded eyes perfectly, his skin slightly more tanned, a sign of more time spent outdoors. The colors of his royal armor were darker, favoring more charcoal and gold. His jaw was sharp, and the edges of his lips had a pleased smirk on his face. This must be the middle brother, Bulla thought.

She couldn't deny his attractiveness, but there was certainly an air about him that didn't match his two siblings. Zasso was warm, Kusa a bit cooler; Bulla couldn't quite figure out where Toge fell.

In her reverie, his penetrating gaze found its way towards her set of cerulean. With great intent, he eyed her up and down, delighted with what he saw. The bluette tilted her face downwards for a moment to blush before resuming brief contact. It was at this moment she noticed that while the middle prince's head was still pointed in her direction, his eyes shifted to the side, a small flicker of amusement clear.

This prompted Bulla to turn her head to see what caught Prince Toge's attention. Amidst everyone else's head focused ahead, she realized one member of their group was focused on her and nothing else.

Obsidian orbs obliterated her as only they could.

Realizing that he had been caught staring, Goten tore his eyes away, a deeper shade of red than before. She saw him look at the prince for a moment, the two men making clear eye contact, before drooping his head down again. Her lips pursed as she pondered the previous action, a sudden rush of blood to the head. The heiress was still angry from earlier but felt validated in some small way. Bulla shook off the distraction when it was evident the king was about to make a move.

With a quiet grace, King Engei rose from his throne and swanned across the room to right in front of Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince studied the old man's face, no doubt searching for hints of familiarity from their brief meeting in his childhood. King Engei's piercing green eyes did seem to resonate with the brash Saiyan as the two men gazed intently at one another. Vegeta finally allowed himself to tip over, joining the rest of the Earthlings in a bowed position.

"King Engei," he spoke quietly.

"Prince Vegeta…"

Lifting his head to watch the reaction of the Souljin King, there was no change that Vegeta could see. With that, he stood back up fully in order to observe further. After a brief period of silence, the nonexistent expression that had graced the king's face suddenly grew into a pleasant grin. His arms wasted no time wrapping around Vegeta, which shocked not only the Saiyan Prince, but his companions as well.

"Family does not bow!"

Vegeta, still surprised by the warm reaction, could hardly hide the confusion on his face. He looked down at Goku who had peeked up to see the commotion and the other Saiyan merely shrugged. King Engei released the man and held his hands on his shoulders for a few seconds before moving on to lift Bulma and their kids to their feet. "Up, up!" the king insisted with warmth in his voice as he embraced Bulma next. Though also a bit confused, the siblings looked at each other before nodding at King Engei and standing up. "My dear friends," the Souljin ruler said with presumed familiarity, "welcome to our planet!"

"King Engei," Bulma began politely, "we thank you for your generous hospitality."

"Lady Bulma, the pleasure is all mine," King Engei spoke with glee, kissing her hand in the same manner that Prince Zasso had earlier.

"My son Zasso informed me you are quite a scientist. I know that Dr. Niwa is eager to collaborate with you and Son Gohan. I trust you'll find our technologic advances to your liking."

"King Engei—"

Vegeta tried to get in a word edgewise, but the king was already distracted with the half-Saiyan siblings before him.

"Ah!" Engei exclaimed. "The prince and princess—how wonderful to see the line of Vegeta healthy and strong!"

"Your Highness," both Bulla and Trunks said in practiced unison, which surprised them both as they observed the other.

The king embraced them as well, moving slowly down the line. On the opposite side of Vegeta, the Souljin monarch glanced with interest at the still bowed Goku, who was trying his hardest to be diplomatic.

"And this must be…"

Immediately, Goku shot up to a standing position to give an awkward salute. "Sir! My name is Son Goku, sir! It is excellent to meet you, sir!" the pureblood Saiyan shouted in an unfamiliar, robotic manner. Goten and Gohan sighed quietly, still kneeled.

Merely chuckling, King Engei patted Goku's shoulders. "Wonderful to meet you, Son Goku," he declared with a hearty laugh. "You and your family are more than welcome here."

Goku rubbed the back of his head, feeling a little more at ease. "Gee, thanks Your Highness!" he said returning the pat, with unintentional excessive force. King Engei did his best to not react to the strong tap, though he winced in presumed pain. Each one of the Z Fighters could barely contain their worry. Goku's sons in particular looked rather panicked by their father's excessive force.

With a strained yet pleasant voice, King Engei uttered, "I see that Saiyan strength is still tough as ever!"

They all sighed in relief.

He politely moved down the line, quietly acknowledging the Son family and Uub as he strode. Although, he stopped rather when he reached the towering figure of Piccolo at the end. "By Jove!" King Engei exclaimed. "You are even taller than General Taikan, I dare say."

Piccolo remained emotionless as he responded, "While I was born on Earth, my origins are—"

"Namekian, correct?" Engei finished for him. As Piccolo nodded, the king beamed. "I haven't seen a Namekian up close in almost sixty years. What a treat for you to join us, Piccolo!"

"Your Highness—" Vegeta was still attempting to catch the other royal's attention in vain. His voice was getting curter by the minute.

King Engei took note of Marron all the way at the end, still bowed. The ruler lowered himself to her level and gently tipped her chin up, a flush of pink evident on her cheeks. "Sir," she said meekly, "I-I mean, Your Majesty."

"Oh, Zasso was quite right," King Engei said releasing her chin, "Earthling women are striking to say the least!"

Marron couldn't hide the smile as she briefly caught Zasso giving her a wink. Her heart aflutter, she turned her attention back to King Engei. "Thank you for allowing us to come along," the blonde continued, a little more strength in her voice.

"The pleasure is ours, Lady Marron—thank you for indulging our request."

"Engei!"

The sharp voice of Vegeta silenced the room. Prince Kusa looked offended at the other prince's tone, while Toge seemed to admire the command the Saiyan man held. King Engei lifted Marron to her feet as he rose, not losing eye contact with his distant cousin. Bulma glared at her husband and nudged him with her elbow to scold him. "Vegeta," she whispered harshly under her breath.

"I should like a few moments of your time…alone," Vegeta continued sternly, but less severe than before.

The royal Souljin nodded, unfazed. "Yes, I should like that as well my prince," he agreed.

Engei cleared his throat to greet the room. "My friends," he began, "how honored I am you could all make the voyage to Souljin. It's been some time since we've had the pleasure to host, and we certainly look forward to your duration on our humble planet."

"I know it must have been a tiring journey, so please get settled as we prepare a wonderful feast for dinner. You will have access to all the amenities the palace has to offer as well as the devoted attention of my family and staff. Please enjoy your stay!"

With another nod in Vegeta's direction, King Engei motioned for the Saiyan Prince to follow him out towards a private balcony. The rest of the Earthlings corralled by their hosts, headed to back to the main hall.

While Zasso and Taikan led the group to their chambers, Bulla brought up the rear. Lazily, she glided along the path as Marron and Pan ahead of her seemed thoroughly engrossed in conversation. Since her father was off privately with King Engei, the rest of the gang were left to their own devices. Her mother was talking the prince's ear off it looked like while Goku and Gohan spoke with General Taikan. Her brother and Goten chatted away with Uub. The heiress wondered if Goten would turn around to look her way, much like he did in the throne room, yet he seemed distracted enough with the others.

Absentmindedly, Bulla shifted at her side when they crossed through the main entryway. The entrance led to the front courtyard and staircase, while the back led out into the massive water gardens and back courtyard. Bulla paused to gaze out to see the beauty of the gardens, pressing up against a mighty column of alabastrine. "Wow," she breathed inaudibly to herself.

Sounds of flowing water and avian creatures that vaguely resembled the birds on Earth, echoed in her ears as she drew a stark breath. The back courtyard extended all the way towards the mountain range and Bulla could hardly believe such a gorgeous place could exist.

How beautiful it all is, she thought.

The heiress already was so caught up in her admiration, Bulla barely noticed the group had already gone ahead without her. In a mind panic, the bluette started to dart in the direction they were headed, but stopped when she realized they were long out of sight. Before she had a chance to feel too foolish, Bulla soon learned she wasn't alone.

"Princess!" a feminine voice rang out from behind.

Like a lighthouse in the distance, Bulla turned to see the Princess-Consort approaching with two handmaidens trailing her. Still in her arms was the young Prince Kail. "I'm glad I caught you!" Princess Hinoki sweetly stated. A grateful smile appeared on Bulla's face.

"Your timing couldn't be better actually," Bulla answered blushing, "I got a bit distracted and lost the group."

"Ah, easy to get distracted with the water gardens," Hinoki said as she gazed out at the open columns into the orchard. A soft smile graced her lips. "I often find myself seeking out their tranquil energy when I'm in need of some peace."

"Yeah," Bulla responded, her aqua eyes fixated on the view.

"I'll be happy to escort you to your chambers," the Princess-Consort offered. She beamed at the younger woman before her. "Besides, I wanted to formally introduce myself," Hinoki said as she handed her son to one of her handmaids. With a warm smile, she curtseyed. "It is so lovely to meet you."

Brandishing her own bow, Bulla returned the pleasantries. "An honor to meet you, Princess Hinoki," she tried to say in as distinguished of a manner as she could.

Hinoki clapped her hands together. "I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am to have you and your family as guests here at the palace," she resumed, "it is too rare that we get to host anyone here, let alone those from another planet."

Bulla gleamed as the two walked side-by-side. "It's an incredible place," the Saiyan Princess remarked. "Zasso's description did not do it justice."

"I'm delighted to hear that," Princess Hinoki returned. The women headed towards the western sector of the palace. Light babbling emitted from the young prince as they walked. With experienced elegance, Hinoki reached for her son from the handmaiden when she noticed he was getting fussy. "Souljin is quite lovely; granted, it's the only home I've ever known, but I've been very happy here."

"I can see why," Bulla answered, marveling at the intricate design of the palace. She enjoyed the breeze from the open-air columns cooling her as they passed through the vast hallway. Her attention darted downwards towards Hinoki's backside; the lack of the Souljin tail evident.

"I hope this isn't too personal to ask," Bulla began again, "but I noticed you don't have a tail like most Souljins I've seen. Is that common?"

Prince Kail's tail curled around her arm as Hinoki beamed. "Very observant," she commended. "My family is one of two remaining that come from pure Soulan lineage," Princess Hinoki explained.

"Oh," Bulla responded, "meaning no Saiyan ancestry then?"

"Precisely," the Princess-Consort verified. "There aren't many of us left, as the mixed bloodlines have been around for many generations now."

"I see," the other princess nodded, starting to understand.

Hinoki admired Kail playing in her arms with renewed vigor. "In spite of that, my son seems more monkey than anything!" the auburn-haired woman said good-humoredly. The two princesses laughed.

"He's adorable," Bulla praised. Kail's big, golden eyes looked up at her and, as if on cue, let out a large giggle. Hinoki snuggled him close.

"My sunshine boy," she cooed, planting a sweet kiss to his temple. Bulla felt her heart swell at the tenderness shared between the mother and son. Perhaps it was too early to know for sure, but the heiress was quite at ease with the Princess-Consort already. Both of them continued towards the royal wing, this particular section of the palace changed slightly. Instead of the open-air pillars, the walls more closed in. Large, wooden doors opened before them as two guards acknowledged Princess Hinoki with a bow.

"Your parents' apartment is to the left and your brother's just a few doors further," Hinoki pointed. "The other guests are in an adjacent corridor not too far away, but you'll have the finest amenities here in the royal wing."

The Princess-Consort continued as they still had not yet approached Bulla's bedchamber. "I apologize that your room is at the far end, but it faces a more isolated section of the gardens and I know how much a lady values privacy."

Bulla's eyes perked up. "That's very thoughtful of you," she said with gratitude.

Once they reached their destination, Hinoki paused to grab the hybrid's hand. "It'll be so nice to have another princess in the palace," she said with a tender squeeze. "Please don't hesitate should you need anything—mine and Kusa's room is in the opposite corner. My handmaidens and other palace servants will be available as you desire. Your things should already be in your chamber."

Her touch was warm and inviting, settling Bulla quite at ease. "Thank you, Hinoki," she said sincerely. The Princess-Consort nodded as she signaled her handmaidens to follow her out, little Kail peeking over his mother's shoulder to wave goodbye. Bulla laughed as she returned the wave, very much taken with the Souljin Princess and her young son.

Though she had no reason to be nervous, Bulla felt a hint of trepidation as she unlocked the doorknob in front of her. The bluette opened the door to reveal a large bedroom, its size well beyond her own room at home. With vaulted ceilings and a canopy bed, complete with a large balcony and master bath, Bulla stifled a shriek as she couldn't believe the luxury of it all.

While Bulla maintained the air of adulthood and grace outside of those walls, nothing was stopping her from jumping onto the bed, squealing with delight at her fortune.

…

After freshening up with the most relaxing bath she ever took, Bulla changed into a white dress for dinner. The summery temperature of Souljin was much warmer than West City was this time of year, and she was going to enjoy the tepid air while she could.

She hummed along as she walked down the hallway, bowing her head in thanks as the guards opened the door to the main wing. Still contently humming, Bulla glanced sideways and admire the view in between the open-air columns. Her heart pounded with excitement to watch two full moons in the Souljin sky. They illuminated the water gardens so clearly and she couldn't help but be enamored with the view.

So much so, she bumped into an unsuspecting Goten who was doing the same.

Caught off guard from his trance, Goten blinked in surprise at the unexpected encounter. "Bulla, I..." he started, trying to find the right words.

But Bulla, her frustration still simmering, interjected with a sharp tone, "I don't want to hear it, Goten."

His hurt was palpable, and he nodded slowly. "We don't have to talk just yet…but don't shut me out, B-Chan."

"Isn't that what you wanted, Goten?"

"Bulla…"

"What? Didn't you want to not be around me anymore than you had to?"

He grabbed her wrist, gently but with firmness. "You think that's what I want?" Goten posed the question without malice. The princess frowned.

"I don't know what you want, because you won't tell me," she said.

Just as their exchange threatened to escalate the tension, the hallway came alive with the joyous sounds of their friends. Trunks, Marron, Pan, and Uub turned the corner, laughing and their refreshed faces lit up with excitement for the upcoming dinner.

"Hey, guys!" Trunks called out cheerfully, momentarily dispersing the charged atmosphere.

Bulla and Goten quickly put some distance between them, attempting to don expressions of casual indifference. "Hey!" they chimed together, seeking to conceal the earlier tension.

Pan, always observant, raised an eyebrow but chose not to delve into the issue. "You guys ready for dinner?" she asked, oblivious to the underlying drama.

"Absolutely," Bulla replied with a warm smile, momentarily pushing aside her earlier irritation.

"Definitely," Goten added, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.

As the group continued down the grand hallway, Goten and Bulla's façade of camaraderie seemed intact. Yet, Bulla met his gaze briefly, and in an instant knew he was feeling just as uncomfortable on the inside as she was.

…

Dinner was off to an unassuming start.

The ever-expanding dining table made for an intimidating sight. At one end, the royal family sat with King Engei at the head. Like earlier, at his righthand side sat his heir and family, while Toge and Zasso filled out the other seats. On his left, Vegeta and his family occupied that side, while the Son family and other Earthlings were towards the other end with General Taikan.

In a jaw-dropping spread, dozens of dishes lay before them, the palace servant revealing them one by one. The wafting aroma and the sight of the elaborate dishes made stomachs rumble in anticipation. Goku's stomach, in particular, earned him a disapproving look from Vegeta at the end, but the purebred Saiyan simply chuckled in embarrassment.

"I assume Saiyan appetites are similar to ours," King Engei began, as the group did their best to not dig in like savages. "By all means, don't hold back for the sake of decorum!"

"Alright!" Goku shouted with glee, being the first to resume his normal eating habits without further delay. The rest of the Saiyans and hybrids followed suit, although in a slightly more dignified manner.

King Engei joined in with gusto, as did Toge and Zasso, yet his son Kusa politely cut his meat with less enthusiasm than the rest. Bulla attempted to ascertain if the Crown Prince was tired or if he wasn't as excited as the rest of his family with the travelers. Her gaze met briefly with Princess Hinoki's, who smiled widely at the heiress as she sipped her spirits. Bulla joined in, though was taken aback at the intensity of the vino. She did her best to hide her surprise.

"Please," General Taikan insisted to the companions closest to him, "Souljin wine is a delicacy. Do have a taste."

Quietly, Marron raised the wine glass in front of her to her nose and when Taikan wasn't looking, instantly put it down once the intense scent tickled her nostrils. "That smells like gasoline," she said to Uub under her breath, trying her hardest to not be outwardly rude. Her friend lifted his own chalice, caught a whiff, and immediately put it back on the table.

"You weren't kidding," he agreed in near silence.

"What are you talking about?" Pan said as she eagerly finished her glass, gesturing to a servant for a refill. "This stuff is awesome."

Both Marron and Uub eyed each other, silently committing to keeping tabs on the youngest Son family member that evening.

In between bites, Bulma attempted to make conversation with King Engei. "Your Highness," she began.

"Engei, please Lady Bulma. We are family."

The comment drew a look from both Vegeta and Kusa, but seconds later returned to their meals. Bulma smiled at the familial insistence.

"Three sons, Engei—strong bloodline."

The comment was a point of pride for the noble royal. He nodded in agreement. "I've been blessed," he stated, staring proudly at his progeny.

Prince Kusa offered a rare smile as he acknowledged his father's comment with a tipped head. Zasso's manner was affable as ever. Toge smirked amusingly as he took another sip of his wine.

"It was a difficult road to get there," Engei shared freely. "My late wife and I struggled with fertility issues. Part of why there is a sizeable gap between Kusa and his younger brothers."

His candidness endeared Bulma as she expressed a soft smile. "I know the feeling," she retorted quietly, a brief glance to her daughter, who seemed surprised at the comment. While Bulla knew the twelve years Trunks had on her was quite the difference, she never gave much thought as to why. Bulma's grateful gaze in her direction made her feel exceptionally cherished at that moment.

"Blessings truly," Engei nodded with a small toast towards the beaming princess.

"Your Highness," Gohan began further down the table, "I couldn't help but notice there seemed to be a higher amount of Souljin males than females. Has that always been the case?"

"Quite observant, Son Gohan," the king praised, "I see that scientific mind already at work. Dr. Niwa shall be pleased!"

Gohan was flattered by the compliment, clearing his throat to continue amidst his reddening cheeks. "Just an observation," he pointed out, "I wasn't sure if it was accurate or not."

"It is," Prince Zasso acknowledged once he finished chewing. The male population of Souljin is about three-to-one higher than the female population," the Souljin Ambassador shared.

"Fascinating," Gohan replied.

"Planet Vegeta was similar," Vegeta added quietly in between bites of his food. "Saiyan women weren't as prevalent."

"Meaning you, my dear, are quite the rarity," King Engei answered with a kind wink towards the princess once more. Bulla blushed in response.

"Indeed," Toge added with a sharp gleam, "both in blood and beauty."

Across the table, Goten couldn't help but roll his eyes, a small scoff uttered. Somehow predicting the hybrid would react the way he did, Bulla had managed to catch his displeased expression. As she saw the irritation in his onyx orbs, the feeblest of smirks grew on her face. It was not her style to bait someone into jealousy, but the daughter of the proud Saiyan Prince saw an opportunity and decided to take it.

"You flatter me, Prince Toge!" she chimed happily in his direction. The giggle Bulla added was particularly high, a little uncharacteristic for her. She could hear Trunks groan, but she didn't care about his opinion. Without turning her head, the heiress' eyes darted to the halfling. Bulla wanted to see if the same envious gaze was evident and to her great delight, it somehow had grown more green-eyed.

Bingo.

"Is it still flattery, if true?" Toge returned, glass raised. He also looked to his side, almost as if he knew he was being watched. The half-Saiyan in question diverted his attention towards his plate, while the middle prince toasted the princess. Bulla sipped her wine with glee, pleased with her work.

Annoyed, Goten resumed cutting into his food across the way. As he cut somewhat aggressively, Goten overheard his brother clearing his throat. He lifted his focus to see Gohan giving him a telling look. The younger sibling locked eyes momentarily, before he averted his gaze once more.

"Son Goten…"

Nearly dropping his fork at the king's voice calling out from the table's end, Goten turned to face King Engei. He was quite surprised by the attention from Souljin monarch. "Yes, Your Highness?"

"Your father is a fighter and your brother a scholar," King Engei began in between bites of food, "what do you do on your home planet?"

"Oh," Goten wasn't expecting the question, and now felt the pressure of everyone's eyes on him. "I suppose a mix of those things—I instruct others on how to fight."

"For your military?" Prince Kusa questioned with a rare comment.

"No, just for those who have an interest," Goten confirmed.

"How quaint," Toge added with another sip. It was hard to tell if his tone was mocking or sincere, so Goten said nothing in reply.

"I think it a noble endeavor to educate those who thirst for knowledge," Princess Hinoki interjected plainly. She caught a brief glance of the man whose smile conveyed his thanks. Her attention then turned to his father. "Clearly, Son Goku, you have a lot to be proud of with your legacy," the Princess-Consort acknowledged.

"Sure am!" Goku vigorously exclaimed. His signature grin increased as he stopped his momentary annihilation of the Souljin cuisine in front of him. "My kids and grandkid are the best," he said with an earnestness impossible to fake.

"Here, here!" King Engei acknowledged raising his glass once more. "With Prince Vegeta's line and yours, let us toast to the Saiyan legacy living enduring."

While the others readily followed, Vegeta was in the middle of devouring his food, unchanged. At least until Bulma gently nudged him in his ribcage, prompting the proud prince to raise his own chalice.

"Here, here…" he returned less enthusiastically. Vegeta felt his wife's hand on his knee, privately thanking him.

King Engei stood to continue his toast. "As I told Prince Vegeta earlier, seeing this room full of activity again does this old man's heart some good. I shall strive to earn your favor while you are our guests over the next few fortnights. In my initial message, I know I mentioned access to our training facilities and labs, but truly, anything in the palace or city is available to you."

"And don't forget about the ball," Hinoki said clapping her hands together in excitement.

"Ah of course, forgive me daughter," Engei continued, "how could I forget? We shall celebrate your arrival in a few days with a grand celebration to rival any that Souljin has seen!"

Murmurs amongst the table chattered excitedly at the prospect.

"I'm very intrigued by this ball," Bulma commented, "it sounds perhaps a bit more formal than I think we've prepared for."

"Leave it to me," Hinoki insisted. "I've already arranged for the palace tailors to ensure we have you all looking your best for the occasion. I made the assumption that formal Saiyan Regalia was not commonplace on Earth?"

"Correct," Bulma smiled.

"Perfect. Tomorrow, we will work in some fittings! And while the men are outfitted with the armor, I'll also have the tailors work on gowns," she said excitedly.

"Hear that, Vegeta? You get to see your blushing bride in a brand-new gown."

Vegeta continued to eat without commentary.

"I'm eager to see the training facilities," Goku said with enthusiasm. "Sounds like you've got some great fighters that have emerged under Taikan!"

"Room for improvement as always," Taikan retorted modestly. "Isolation was beneficial to get our armies up to speed. Yet, brute strength is an area we could stand to improve on. Hopefully, your expertise comes in handy there, Son Goku."

"Happy to help where I can!"

"Souljin warriors do have top-notch sword skills," the general continued, "but in truth, I'd like to see more take after Toge."

"Oh man!" Goku exclaimed, turning towards Toge. "Bet you're itching for a good fight, Prince Toge. I'd love to spar with ya!"

Toge seemed tickled at the thought. "Perhaps we'll have to arrange that."

"And should you like to try your hand at swordplay," General Taikan added, "Prince Kusa is the best on the planet. Prince Zasso not far on his heel."

Trunks seemed fascinated by the comment, briefly making eye contact with Prince Kusa before the latter turned away. Interesting.

"Maybe long ago, but I haven't competed in some time," the heir to the Souljin throne said.

"Always so modest, brother," Zasso chimed in. "Truly, his ability is akin to a Saiyan Elite," Zasso chimed in, praising Prince Kusa's skill. The comment perked up Goku's face.

"That's what you are 'Geta!" Goku added as he stuffed his face once more.

"And you, Kakarot," Vegeta continued with annoyance, "ever the example of third-class civility."

The statement left Goku unbothered but intrigued the middle prince.

"I'm a bit rusty with Saiyan history, Zasso," Toge interrupted. "Tell me, as our resident historian, where did the third-class echelon fall exactly?"

His eyes collided once more with the hybrid down the table. Goten looked momentarily at Bulla, who didn't seem to like the direction the conversation was going. Gohan also seemed to pick up on the undercurrent of the discussion and gave a similar look. In an unlikely surprise, an ally emerged as the Crown Prince frowned.

"Don't be boorish," Kusa chastised his middle brother.

"What? Just trying to brush up on our history as Zasso so elegantly likes to state," Toge said.

"Toge," King Engei didn't have to say much, but said so warningly.

"All I'm saying is that it's lovely we can all come together and celebrate our mutual heritage, regardless of rank."

The table continued to buzz with conversation as Trunks cleared his throat as he stood up, putting his napkin down on the table. "Let's get out of here," he whispered under his breath to Goten, who joined him without protest. The heir caught Marron's attention at the end of the table and she too, decided to tag along.

Bulla watched them leave, feeling tempted to follow, but her attention was requested elsewhere.

"Princess Bulla," Toge said refilling her chalice, "you'll have to let me know what color you decide to wear to the ball. I should like to match you."

She decided she didn't like his attention as much without an audience. Especially, when she preferred that attention from someone else entirely. Still, she donned a fake smile and continued to enjoy the Souljin spirits in front of her, resigned to make the most out of her first evening on the planet.

After retreating from the dining hall, the trio found themselves on a flat part of the palace roof, admiring the bevy of stars in the atmosphere above. Enraptured by the vastness, they also regarded the two very distinctive full moons. All three looked up in wonder.

"It's so beautiful," Marron murmured quietly. Trunks caught a momentarily glance of her before resuming his stargazing in silence.

"Sure is," Goten said solely focused on the night sky.

"I can't believe this place," their human friend continued. "It's like something straight out of a fairytale, what with majestic castles and handsome princes."

"Alright," Trunks interjected, "they're not that handsome."

Marron smiled wickedly. "Jealous much?"

"No," the heir insisted, "I just don't get the appeal."

"I mean…they're objectively good looking," Goten said somewhat absentmindedly. Both Marron and Trunks shot him a strange look that the younger hybrid returned. "What? I'm saying objectively."

"At least Goten can be impartial," Marron chuckled. "What's your excuse, Prez?"

"Maybe I just don't appreciate sleazy men sniffing out my sister," Trunks muttered, tossing a loose, small piece of shale he'd been playing with. The comment caused Goten to chuckle; mouth closed.

"Sleazy?!" Marron exclaimed. "You just met the guy."

"So? I can't have an opinion. Guy's an asshole."

"Those are two different things, Trunks."

"Fine, he's both then."

"Trunks…"

"First impressions, Mare—they sometimes are telling."

She snorted. "My first impression of you was that you were a bratty little punk," Marron answered with a laugh. "Lucky for you, that changed."

"Did it though?" Goten teased. Marron playfully shoved him while Trunks threw another small piece of slate his friend's way. They all resumed their laughter before the heir grew a little more serious.

"I just haven't seen Bulla like that in a long time," Trunks acknowledged. The other two eyed him intently. "She was flirtier as a kid, but I thought she outgrew it, maybe not."

Marron giggled slightly. "You're worried for nothing. Besides, that's not her type anyway."

"Oh?" Goten turned his head, trying to avoid sounding overly interested. "Bulla seemed to insist she didn't have a type."

"Any man that breathes is her type," Trunks answered incorrectly.

"You don't know your sister at all," Marron chided, "she has standards, dummy."

"Something Trunks wouldn't know about—hey! Would you stop throwing shit at me?"

"Will you stop being an annoying shit?"

"Boys," Marron scolded, putting her arms up in between them. The blonde gave a squeeze to Trunks' shoulder, reassuring him of her honesty. "Don't worry about Bulla, Trunks—she's a smart girl," Marron insisted.

"Hmm," he turned his head at the contact, "maybe."

Down below in the water gardens, there was a commotion that Goten's ears picked up. Several voices laughing in the distance. It sounded a bit too familiar for his liking and had a strong feeling he knew at least to whom one of the voices belonged. A stone in his gut hoped the prince wasn't with her alone.

"What was that?" Trunks asked.

Goten frowned, worried his suspicions were correct. "I'll take a look," he offered. He turned to his friends as he stood up. "Trunks, why don't you take Marron to her room? I'll catch you both in the morning."

Before his friend could question it, Goten took off towards the lower area where the voices were. Marron and Trunks both looked at each other with confusion.

…

Uub attempting to rein in two unconfined Saiyan women was nearly an impossible task.

"Guys, please!" he begged. Pan was already swimming in the large fountain and Bulla was close to diving in herself until Goten floated on over to see what the commotion was all about.

"Uub, what the hell?" Goten asked, grabbing hold of Bulla before she could join her best friend in the water.

The tan-skinned human looked exasperated. "I don't know what's going," he said with pained frustration. "One minute we were chatting with Toge and Zasso after everyone else left, and then suddenly, these two took off towards the gardens so I followed them to make sure they were okay. Clearly not!"

Pan was giggling in the fountain, fully clothed, catching the attention of some passerby's much to Goten's humiliation. "Pan!" he shouted to no avail.

"Goten, let me go—" Bulla insisted.

"Like I'm about to let you take a dip in an all-white outfit," Goten responded back, "your dad will kill me."

She lightly beat his chest. "Quit being so mean!" the princess combated. Her breath was hot with the stench of alcohol and Goten immediately knew what was wrong. He turned to Uub, a look of indignation apparent.

"They're drunk?!"

Uub opened his mouth to answer, but Bulla interjected.

"I'm not drunk," the princess protested, pushing on Goten. The older Saiyan scowled at Uub in frustration.

"Dude, that wine was way too strong. Who thought it would be a good idea to have them drink that stuff?"

"I swear Marron and I kept tabs on Pan."

"Then why is my niece swan diving in a fountain?!"

"Uncle Goten! The water feels greaaaaaaat!"

"I don't know," Uub whined with both hands on either side of his head. "Sensei Goku is going to kill me! Gohan will kill me! I don't want to die on a foreign planet, Goten!"

The older man sighed when he saw he was being tough with Uub, who was only trying to help.

"Look, I'll take Bulla back to her room—you somehow wrangle up my niece before Gohan realizes his precious Pan is bombed out of her mind. Okay?!"

Uub nodded in agreement. "One I think I can handle," he said. Goten raised an eyebrow, questioning the validity of that statement. Uub gulped in response. "I think."

"Gotennnnn!"

The heiress whined in his arms as Goten shook his head. This was not on his agenda for the evening. "You're lucky I told your brother to leave already," he said in a harsh tone, "c'mon, it's time for bed."

Amidst her protests, Goten hoisted Bulla in her arms as she squirmed. He shot Uub a look that screamed "good luck" while Pan called out for him to join her in the water.

The student of Goku knew he had his work cut out for him still.

…

"B-Chan stop!"

After getting the princess inside the main foyer, Bulla continued to fidget until Goten had enough and finally put her down. She slinked to the ground as the older man groaned.

"You're a pain in my ass sometimes, you know?" Goten muttered, trying to get her on her feet. The heiress clung to him like a baby chimpanzee to its mother.

"Well, maybe don't suck?" her soused self said a bit more juvenilely than normal.

"Such a brat," he retorted, but only part of him meant it.

"If I'm a brat, you're a jerk."

"Maybe I am," Goten rationalized, situating her more stable than earlier. He felt his insides tugging at him to be gentler in his tone, still lamenting their previous interaction. "You never get sloshed like this, B…" the dark-haired hybrid pointed out.

She giggled. "I underestimated how strong it was," the bluette playfully said in his ear. Another light laugh bubbled out. "Pan and I had a lot."

"Too much," the older demi-Saiyan frowned. Bulla pouted when she saw his face.

"Don't be like that," she cooed. "I've caught you drunk many times."

A slight pang of disappointment reverberated in his chest, recalling how the last time he was plastered, Bulla had so sweetly taken care of him in his misery. The elder hybrid sighed. "You're way smarter than me, B-Chan," Goten murmured. "It's not like you to act dumb. That's my job."

As she cleaved around him, her nose turned inward, pondering his last statement. "Sometimes I feel dumb around you, though," the younger halfling admitted.

The declaration made Goten slow his pace and look down at her. A disbelieving chortle managed to work its way out of his throat. "Why would you ever feel dumb, B?" he asked, incredulous.

"Because," she stated simply, "you confuse me."

His heart sank. He knew she wasn't wrong, and that made it all the harder to hear her say those words. "I'm sorry," Goten murmured quietly. It was hard to look at her when he replied, but in her eyes, he caught a glimpse of appreciation for his apology. They walked in silence for a bit before Bulla spoke up again.

"I like your neck," she stated candidly, her hot breath tickling him enough to evoke a jolt. The older man shot her a strange look, to which she smiled, eyes glossed over. "It's nice and thick," Bulla uttered in a beguiling manner.

Flustered, Goten evaded her gaze after she voiced those thoughts. He didn't like the direction where this was heading. Hoping a lack of response would deter her, Goten remained quiet, but the princess wasn't done having her fun.

"Your whole body is nice and thick, actually," she continued, her fingers caressing his broad chest. The lump in his throat, his discomfort manifested, was itching to scream. He spoke up finally when he felt her hand venture towards his abdomen.

"C'mon Bulla, don't be like that," the other hybrid pleaded.

"Like what? I can't tell you I'm enjoying what I'm seeing?"

"You're drunk."

"You're hot."

"Bulla…"

"I saw you getting jealous at dinner," she mentioned. "Don't deny it," Bulla sang. Flinching for a moment, Goten resumed his steady appearance.

"You knew what you were doing," he said firmly. "Didn't think that was your style."

"Maybe not," the heiress retorted. Her grip squeezed just a bit more as he picked up the pace. "Still seemed to do its job, though."

"Who you kiss is none of my business," Goten answered with a hint of remorse.

"Huh?" she questioned. Though she knew her processing skills were impaired due to the alcohol, the princess blinked with curiosity. "I haven't kissed him."

"Him. Others. Not my business."

It then dawned on Bulla; he had no idea she hadn't been kiss by anyone else since him. What she thought was obvious, Goten clearly thought differently.

"You think I've been kissing other guys?" Bulla couldn't help but laugh. Her hands came up to his face, fingers tracing over his jawline. "There's only one guy I've kissed, Goten…only one time…" the heiress whispered, prompting him to widen his stare.

She bit her lip, reminiscing about how tender his mouth had felt against hers. Then, how close she had been to tasting him again weeks earlier, but had been inconveniently interrupted. "Almost twice," the azure-eyed beauty continued, her lithe digits trailing upwards from jaw to the bottom of his maw. "Stupid Trunks," she laughed bitterly, "ruins everything."

"B—"

"He's not around now though…"

On her tippy toes, she attempted to lean in to reunite their mouths, but Goten swung his face away. Despite the burning sensation building in his lower abdomen, now was hardly the time to indulge. He did his best to play it off exasperated.

"B-Chan…I'm not kidding around," Goten said with annoyance. He almost regretted his somewhat scathing pitch when he saw her crestfallen countenance. She loosened the forceful grip she had on him, but remained in his arms. They were at a standstill, in both the literal and figurative sense. Her eyes dimmed as they focused on the gorgeous marble floor of the palace. Bulla sighed; her tone softened as she responded.

"When are you gonna see me, Ten?"

Caught by surprise, the older man turned towards the woman, glued to the pretty mouth she used to utter that question. His lips parted to speak, but he remained silent and stunned. Bulla grabbed his chin, the scent of Souljin wine peppery on her breath. "When are you gonna see me?" the bluette repeated in a quiet tone.

Even drunk she was a marvel. He stared, unable to tear his ebony eyes away from her resplendence. All he could see was her.

"I do see you."

The princess seemed almost surprised as the other halfling divulged this, all while holding her closer. "I've told you before," Goten murmured, thinking of their conversation in the fields near Mount Paozu. "It's impossible not to see you, Bulla."

Bulla chuckled, albeit a bit bitterly. "Yet, you resist," she articulated with accuracy. His dusky gape shifted to the side.

"Can you blame me?" Goten pondered. "I've known you since the day you were born, Bulla. I've seen you go from an adorable girl to a beautiful woman and it's…" he trailed off, trying to collect his thoughts. It's been all I can think about,the hybrid wanted to say.

"What?" Bulla inquired.

The older demi-Saiyan's breath hitched. "It's overwhelming," Goten confessed. Against his better judgment, he couldn't help but let his hands clasp lower around her waist.

"And it isn't for me?"

"B—"

"You said yourself you like me," Bulla commented, wondering if he had meant what he told her on the Capsule Corp. terrace. "You know that I've liked you too."

His silence only prompted her to continue. "People that like each other kiss each other," she said suggestively. Her thumb reached the corner of Goten's mouth before he grabbed her hand, holding it in place. Those dark eyes that she adored bore into her, intent on keeping the lady's attention.

"If I kiss someone, I want it to mean something," he answered deliberately, releasing her hand.

She hung around his neck, that stray palm now pressed on his chest. Inhaling that masculine scent Bulla loved so much, lazuline eyes stared into his searching for an answer. "Don't I mean something, Goten?" the princess wondered. His heartbeat quickened at both her touch and question. Feeling a tad lightheaded, Goten gazed into her pools of cerulean, looking for the right answer.

"Not just something," the half-Saiyan said softly, "you mean…"

The hybrid paused. What did she mean? More than something, he knew. More than just a brief dalliance, more than a tickled fancy. No, he was well aware that she held a much more precious place in his mind. In his heart.

"More," Goten finally voiced.

Her same eyes, heavy-laden from the Souljin spirits, widened at his words. She would have blushed if not already crimsoned from the wine. "Why won't you kiss me then?" she asked, sounding the most sober she had been that last hour.

Nimble fingers stretched over his cheeks, holding him firm in place. Even if he wanted to avert her gaze, Bulla's tiny hands possessed immense strength; there was no way Goten could avoid her now. "B-Chan," he whispered.

"Why?" she repeated in a tender timbre, her eyelashes fluttering with curiosity.

For a moment, Goten underwent an out-of-body experience—as if he could see both him and Bulla in front of each other, a bit too intimate to be just friendly. The foreign alcohol bolstered her courage as her grip tightened. Bulla's bantam figure felt dainty in his arms. A flush of pink tickled his cheeks, her own visage already colored. Under the right circumstances, he would have pressed his lips to hers without protest. Though, he wondered sadly, even if she weren't drunk…would there ever be the right circumstances?

It became clear at dinner how out of his element he was. While Vegeta called him and his father "Third-Class" in that taciturn way he always did, tonight was the first time he truly felt it. How could he compare with an entire royal family—with a legitimate prince? He was hardly that. Goten, in his own way, knew he was leagues underneath her.

Didn't a princess like her deserve the best?

"Because," Goten began, "I should know better."

Bulla saw his countenance shift, cementing that he actually believed what he said. She shivered as a breeze from the open-air columns in the long palace hallway blew through.

"You're allowed to want me, you know," the younger halfling stated with a firmness in her voice. A shy expression betrayed her supposed confidence, yet the Saiyan Princess refused to waver.

"I'm not though," Goten responded, a bit despondent. Frowning, the heiress pressed him further.

"Why?"

"You being drunk is hardly the time to have this conversation, B."

She lowered her face in defeat. "We both know that conversation won't happen," Bulla countered, dejected. Goten remained silent in response, giving her nonverbal confirmation she was right. Her head started to pound as she rubbed her temples. "My head hurts," she added quietly.

The weight of her thumping headache made Bulla press against his shoulder, her body slumping into him. Shaking his head, Goten scooped her up for the remainder of the journey. Reminiscent of the previous evening, he felt her warmth permeate his entire being.

"Do you remember which room is yours?" the elder hybrid questioned, approaching the royal wing of the palace.

Without looking up at all, she murmured into his neck. "Last one on the right."

Again, luck seemed to be on Goten's side as no one appeared to be in the common area of the hallway as he meandered his way through to Bulla's chambers. Somehow, he managed to open the intricate door without dropping her, a feat that impressed even him. The room itself was fit for a princess with a large canopy bed in the center and an impressive private bathroom attached. Even her balcony dwarfed the one attached to his room—the lap of luxury he knew she was accustomed to. This prompted a small, tickled noise to emit behind closed lips. The world really did revolve around Bulla Briefs.

She groaned as he set her down, propping her up with the vast array of pillows on her bed. "Here," Goten offered, gently laying her against the headboard.

A weak smile graced the princess' face. Getting inebriated was not something she enjoyed nor did often; seeing Trunks and Goten smashed plenty of times growing up was enough of a deterrent. It embarrassed her that someone of her intellect couldn't tell the effect the foreign spirits had on her. How silly and juvenile she must've seemed to him.

"I must sound ridiculous," Bulla lamented, slightly closing her eyes.

Another entertained noise reverberated inside of Goten. "You sound better than I usually do, I'll give you that."

They both chuckled weakly. Bulla's sapphire orbs reopened to watch her hands twiddle with nerves. "Would it be too much to ask you to stay again?" she questioned, not daring to look him in the eye.

An eyebrow perked. "Thought you were mad at me," he said pointedly.

"Not that mad," Bulla answered with the faintest smile, which he returned. "I do get it, Goten," the bluette continued, "why it's hard for you."

She happened to have a surprising amount of control in her tone. Finally gazing upwards, Bulla saw her dark-haired companion's kind expression, which appeared as a combination of wistful and worried. "For what it's worth," Goten resumed, "I don't mean to confuse you."

His quiet confession gave her pause. "Would…staying confuse you more?"

She was giving him an inch. As tempting as it was to rejoin the princess for the evening, he knew he couldn't get her hopes up again though. Especially in this state. "You should get some sleep," Goten resolved, answering her previous question without directly saying so.

Goten leaned over her to grab some more pillows to prop her up further, wanting to make sure she didn't get sick lying down. He eased her forward to add the additional pillows and brought her back up straight. Upon doing so, Goten became level with her face and Bulla closed her eyes to breathe in his scent. Her nose perked as the familiar notes hit her nose.

"You smell good," she whispered, causing him to laugh.

"Sleep, Bulla…"

"Goten," she clung for his shirt as he had attempted to pull away. Sighing, Goten worried about what Bulla could say in her current condition but faced her despite this.

"Yeah, B-Chan?" he asked quietly.

Her fingers loosened their pull, smoothing out the fabric she had creased. Heat rushed to her face as she focused on the task at hand, not daring to look him in the eye. "You're a good man," Bulla admitted freely. While she wanted nothing more than to curl up with Goten again, even in her woozy state, the princess admired his respectful nature. It was why Bulla was drawn to him in the first place. She knew he'd never take advantage of her.

Grateful for her candor, Goten returned a small smile. "Yeah?" he spoke in whisper.

Eyeing his mouth, Bulla nodded. "A really good one," she said, transfixed.

She observed his Adam's apple bobbing in his neck, wanting to respond. Still inches away from her face, Goten watched her with a rapacious gaze, trying his hardest to not give in to the little coaxing voice in his head. Lidded eyes looked the heiress up and down, landing square in the middle. How easy it would have been to bring his lips to hers. To touch her. Caress her. Want her.

Stop that.

He wasn't a good man, he thought; he was just one with a good poker face. Still, she inspired him to try to be who she thought he was.

"You make me want to be a better one," the older halfling stated, almost surprised the words tumbled out freely.

The heiress grazed her nose near his, prompting Goten to inhale sharply, caught unawares by the closeness. "I do that?" Bulla asked innocently enough.

He could feel a wanton growl wanting to release from his throat, but Goten swallowed it whole. If he didn't slink away now, he'd be sucked into her gravity once again. That Saiyan Princess juju working its magic like it always had. Save for this time, the elder halfling doubted his ability to resist much longer. His resolve was slipping. Goten was bound to trip up one of these days.

Just not that evening.

With every ounce of tenacity he could muster, Goten lifted his head to brush his lips against her temple, settling for just a sliver of skin. "Sleep," he commanded for a final time, offering one last smile before pulling away.

Bulla bowed her head, accepting defeat in her original mission, yet her heart felt much lighter than it had earlier that evening. With a look of longing, she regarded his figure moseying towards the doorway. The princess unclenched as she released her breath.

"Goodnight Goten," she whispered.

Goten paused as her honeyed voice flew across the room. He worried if he turned around, he'd run up to Bulla and never leave. Yet, that little coaxing voice hellbent on enticing him, he pushed to the side once more.

"Goodnight, B-Chan."

Without daring to look back, he managed to make his way out the door, sighing in relief as he closed it behind him. He felt a stirring inside, making it difficult to think straight, but somehow the halfling pulled through. Goten felt compelled to place his ear towards her room, but felt silly as soon as he started to lean in.

What is wrong with me?

"Lost, Son Goten?"

The half-Saiyan's attention was brought to the approaching figure of Prince Toge, whose draped around one of Princess Hinoki's handmaidens. She was giggling as the Souljin royal whispered something in her ear, never taking his focus off the hybrid while doing so. He was sporting a leer that had an air of amusement about it, if not outright smug. Goten did his best to remain nonchalant.

"Happy to provide directions back to your quarters, should you need them," Toge offered.

"No need," Goten began. "I was just escorting Bulla back to her room," the halfling responded, looking from the prince to the handmaiden and then the prince once more. It was quite obvious their plans. "Wouldn't want to interrupt your evening," he added pointedly.

Toge's fingers trailed down towards the hips of the handmaiden, pressing in firmly enough to elicit a contented mewl on her part.

"How kind of you," Toge continued, "I'm sure the princess appreciated your assistance. She seemed to enjoy the wine at dinner, I noticed."

A glare started to form before Goten adjusted his face. "It was nothing."

"Nonsense," the prince replied as he planted a kiss on the woman's neck. "Gallant of you to ensure her safe passage," Toge remarked, "a first rate, third-class escort."

The demi-Saiyan was quiet before responding, ignoring the comment altogether. "Well, you have to be careful," Goten began cautiously. "Never know what's just around the corner."

A flash of interest shone from the prince. Challenge met.

"Indeed. Important to be ever vigilant," Prince Toge answered. "Don't worry, Son Goten, I'll be sure to keep a good eye on my neighbor during her stay here."

Simply nodding, Goten passed by without saying anything further. The last thing he wished to discuss with the prince was her. He was close to the end of the hall when he heard the other man speak again.

"Son Goten," Prince Toge called out to his fading figure, "I do hope you and your family enjoy your time here on Souljin."

Tempted to turn to see if there was a sincerity to the other man's countenance, Goten slowed his pace. The royal's tone was hard to distinguish if genuine, but the Earthling decided to take the Souljin Prince at his word. "I'm sure we will, Prince Toge," Goten returned flatly with forced politeness.

Toge nodded, as he gave a quick squeeze to the handmaiden's side. Signaling her to proceed into his room, she scurried along as the middle prince lingered in the doorway. He turned for a final time, golden eyes glinting, and with a practiced command, released a telling gleam.

"You'll have to share your secret one of these days," the prince said in a puzzling tone.

Goten met his gaze, onyx and amber colliding. His skin sprouted goosebumps, feeling the intensity of the air around him. Yet, Goten never wavered in his eye contact. "Regarding what?" he asked with caution.

He observed the prince gripping the doorway, a near smirk planted on his lips. "On gaining the rapt attention you've received from the Saiyan Princess," Toge returned in an intense voice. A spark flickered in his gilded eyes. "I should like to be on the receiving end of it some time, myself."

Goten exhibited expert restraint, only a faint twitch near his forehead indicated any sort of uneasiness. He doubted Toge could see it in this dim hallway, but even so, Goten was quick to control his reaction. Discerning the faint female voice calling for Prince Toge from the bedchamber, he stood about-face as he headed towards the exit.

"Lucky for you, Prince Toge," he whispered deliberately, "it sounds like you'll already be on the receiving end of some attention this evening."

It was hard to tell the prince's expression to the response from behind, but Goten did hear a muffled intonation murmur back. "Never a bad thing to desire more, Son Goten."

The hybrid spun back immediately to answer but witnessed that Prince Toge was no longer in the doorway, already making his way into his room. Standing in place, Goten wasn't sure exactly what was overcoming him in that moment. Jealousy? Protectiveness?

A brief glance towards Bulla's chamber at the end of the hall, and while perhaps Goten did not have a name for it yet, part of him knew.

It was more.

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Chapter 8 and we're out of the gate!

We have finally made it to Souljin, and things are about to get interesting. We will certainly be learning more about these mysterious hosts and some of our characters may prefer some to others, hehe.

Chapter 9: The gang gets acquainted with Souljin society and customs, the princes get acquainted with the next gen men. Preparations for the grand ball begin!

It's not unnoticed the number of comments and views that have trickled in with this latest chapter. This little love letter to my OTP has really given me a lot to look forward to. Please know, from the bottom of my heart, it means more than I can express anyone who takes the time to skim, review, share, etc.

Only here because of your support! 3

-SonChan