I was angry. But not at Son Goten.I was furious that what I feared happened. That everyone would hate me for my behavior. Behavior that I hated most of all. "Do you think I like to do that?" I asked softly. I kept looking at the floor. "Do you think I could really change like that? Just like that? If you believe that, then you don't know me as well as I thought. I can only tell you one thing. The person who hates me most at the moment is myself! "I screamed the last sentence. I also looked directly at Son Goten again. At first I had the impression that he didn't want to believe me, but then he just stood there and looked at me amazed. Only after a few seconds did he manage to react. "You ... you are crying," he stammered. "What?" I asked blankly. He raised his hand and pointed to my right cheek. "There. A tear. You are crying." Now I noticed her too. I quickly wiped away the tear. "You are delusional. I never cry."I tried to convince him. And that was actually true. The last time I cried I was five. My grandfather told someone that I was the reason my mother and grandmother died, and..." I noticed. To hear something like that is hurting enough for an adult, but for me as a five-year-old it was the complete end of the world. I cried for hours. Until my body couldn't keep up with producing tears. Be At this point I decided that nothing and nobody could make me cry. Nothing should ever hurt me like that again. And I have also successfully kept my resolution. To this day. I squinted at Son Goten. Whether I fooled him In any case, his expression told me nothing. At first he stood around indecisively, then he came up to me. I was frightened. What did he want? I couldn't think of anything. But I stayed b stand.When he got to my place, he gave me a quick look in the face. Then he hugged me. I winced in fear. "I'm sorry," he whispered. “I didn't know that you were so bad.” We stood there, and Son Goten stroked my hair soothingly. I was surprised. Did he understand? He didn't hate me? But how did that work? Suddenly everything blurred before my eyes. And I did what I fought against for years. I cried. For a while. Everything that I normally banished to the farthest corner of my soul had to get out now. Everything was a whole lot. But it was comforting that someone was there for me. Someone to hug me when I couldn't anymore. Someone like Son Goten. Why did I never have a person like that before? After I managed to control my tears, I broke away from his embrace. "Well, something. I leaked," I joked, wiping the water off my face. Son Goten smiled.Of course not about my joke. Admittedly, it was pretty stupid. He smiled because I was able to joke at all again. "Mer?" He asked after a while. “What?” “Do you want to tell me what's going on?” I looked at him flattened. What was wrong with my cousin? He was so sensitive. So serious. So ... so not at all gothic. But well now. Then I wanted to tell you what it was about. I trusted he wasn't going to reveal anything. We sat on the grass and I told everything from the beginning. From the other dimension, although I discreetly left out the DBZ thing, from my visions, my job, Seika, and, last but not least, from my Seika and Trunks problem. Son Goten listened attentively the whole time and nodded thoughtfully. That surprised me too. He usually started bothering with something when I told him something that took more than five minutes."You know what?", He said when I finished my report, "I noticed something." I listened with interest. “And what?” “You're a really good actress.” (Domp) I really didn't expect that. I raised my hand to give Goten one of his beloved nuts in the head, but after a moment's thought, I let it drop again. "Thanks for the compliment," I said instead, grinning. We were silent for a while. "And what do you want to do now?" Asked Son Goten at some point, breaking the silence. I shrugged my shoulders. "So far, I assume. Train Seika, train yourself, and try to pair Trunks with Seika. What would you do?" Silence. I looked questioningly at Son Goten. "I think I would do it the same way. Although it is not the most pleasant solution for you." I gave a short laugh. "Did anyone say life was easy? If so, then I wasn't there. Sorry." Son Goten did not respond to my joke.“Well, there's a problem with this.” “What?” “Trunks still loves you very much. You won't make him fall out of love and fall in love with Seika instead.” I pondered. He was right somewhere. This thing was complicated. "Hmm. That will actually be a tedious thing. But it will have to work somehow. I will just continue to behave as callous as before, and you will convince Trunks that the old Mer no longer exists and that he prefers Seika should be of interest. "" What? Me? "asked Goten, surprised. "No, the person next to you," I replied sarcastically. Son Goten was even more perplexed. He looked left and right, but there was none. "But nobody's sitting next to me," he said confused. I burst into laughter. That is impossible. Just like the father. Oh, Dende, Dende. "What? What is it? Why are you laughing?" Son Goten wanted to know. I called myself to order. However, it took a while."Forget it.", I waved him off, "I meant you, of course." "And how should I convince Trunks?" "Tell me, do you have no imagination? You're his best friend. He will talk to you about it, and want to know what you think about it. "" Aha. And then I should say that you are actually as freezing as you gave yourself? ", asked Son Goten. "Exactly. I bet you've always wished you could cheat me with impunity." I grinned at him. He grinned back. "But of course." "Yes then that's good. And it won't be so difficult with Seika. I think she has a weakness for Trunks. Whenever he speaks to her, there is such a joyful twinkle in her eyes. And she has plans." Thrown my ki attack to save him. From that one can already deduce something. "" Really? A shame. ", said Son Goten disappointed. I was startled. "Wait a minute. Why a pity? I thought it was now clear that Seika is taboo for you." "Yes, it was already clear.But I was hoping ... "I cut him off." Stop, stop, stop. I FORBID you to hope. "" But ... ", Goten wanted to protest. I gave him a venomous look. He fell silent." Yes, OK. I'll leave Seika alone. "" Good doggie. ", I praised him happily. But he didn't find that funny, and I got a bad look." Tell me, don't you want to say anything to the others? "" Tell whom? To say something? "" To my father, Vegeta, Gohan, Picollo and so on. They should also know what kind of danger we are facing. "" I thought I was making myself clear when I told you to exercise. Or is it not? " " Rather not. You should tell them exactly. Just like me. About your dreams and the ultimate warrior. So that they know what they are dealing with. " " Is good. But it just happened to me that I am so busy with something that I forget to tell others what concerns me at all. At that moment I realize that everyone knows about this.Even if it is not usually the case. " "Funny. ", mused Son Goten." It never happens to me. "" Could it possibly be because the only thing you are concerned with is food and girls? "A big grin graced my face" I love your humor. ", Son Goten admitted cynically." I know. "I replied." Back to the subject. Do you want to tell them now? "I thought about it. Why not? You might as well know. But on the other hand, I would have to meet everyone. Would this be really good before I had finished Seika's training? Finally I decided to make up my mind tomorrow. I told my cousin that . "And why not until tomorrow? "he asked." I don't want to make any important decisions today. ", I explained to him." I'm a little lost today. I almost crashed into a plane earlier. " "What? ", asked Son Goten with a laugh." Yes, really. "I protested." How did you manage that. "" Well.Mer can do everything. "I got up." Now let's go. Seika is still waiting. I want to show her that I'm not a monster and that I left you safe. "" All right, that's right. But not a monster? "PLATCH. I had already given my cousin a son-gothic head-butt." How I missed that. ", I enthused. Son Goten touched a large, aching bump." Not me. ", he said wistfully," I don't. "