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The first time he noticed it was at the Christmas market. Her long brown hair fell smoothly over her shoulders and her brown eyes were shiny.

In the following week he ran into her again and again, and always surrounded by a few friends, which made it almost impossible for Goten to really look at her. Finally he just went over to her and asked her for her cell phone number. The girls around her giggled, but the brunette smiled and gave them to him with the words: "I was afraid you won't ask me any more."

"Tsia ... I actually didn't have either ... your ... girlfriends were disturbing.", Goten grinned. "Name?"

"Paris."

"Paris, okay, bye. I'll write to you." Goten promised her and then left. Behind him he heard the excited laughter of the girls.



Two days had passed and Goten still hadn't written to her. Right now he was lying on his bed, staring at his cell phone as if trying to force it to text itself.However, the cell phone didn't do just that, and instead vibrated.

Trunks had written him a text message asking if Goten was still coming to town. Goten answered him with a "yes" and a short time later sat on the bus. There he finally managed to write an SMS to Paris:



Hi Paris. I'm the guy from the Christmas market. What's up?

Sorry, I'm only writing now, but I couldn't earlier. Mb Goths.