Date



It was unusually quiet in the Capsule Corp. when Goten entered. Irritated, he walked down the many corridors to the Briefs apartment block and into Trunks' room. His best friend was sitting in front of his computer and surfing the Internet.

"Hey Trunks. Um ... why is it so .. quiet here?"

"Today is Sunday you idiot.", Trunks replied dryly and turned to him.

"Oh .. oh that's right .. I forgot. Anyway. I forgot my jacket here, can that be?", Goten asked without waiting for an answer and took his jacket from the chair.

"Where are you going?"

"into town."

"With?"

"Paris."

"Paris? The brunette?"

"Yes." And he was gone again. Trunks looked after him, shaking his head.



Paris was a few minutes late. She wore a short black coat and had a scarf tied around her neck. Her hair was pinned up slightly this time.

"Hi! Sorry that I'm late ... my mother ...", she beamed at him.

"Yes, yes. It's okay. I only just got here. Um ...", Goten eyed her and then looked around. "I thought you wanted to bring a friend with you?"

"yes ... I really wanted to ... but she somehow ran out of time. It doesn't matter. So ... where are we going?"

"I ... honestly have no idea. We could maybe go in somewhere ... otherwise I'll freeze myself here ..."

Paris grinned. "okay. It's Sunday ... um ... we could ... oh god, what's open on Sundays?"

After a while, they decided to go to a cafe. There they sat down on a corner bench at the back of the window. Outside it began to snow tentatively.

"Siblings? Yes, a schizophrenic brother. You?" Asked Goten and sipped his Coke.

"Four older brothers, one older sister and one younger sister." Grinned the brunette.

"What ?! Oh my god ... how are you holding up?"

"Oh ... my two oldest brothers moved out a long time ago, my big sister almost lives with her boyfriend and the others ... nya ... you can take it if they don't go crazy and kill each other."

"Woah. ... my brother is too much for me ... I don't care.", He took another sip of his Coke and then asked. "Are your siblings named after cities?"

"I knew it! I knew that you would ask me that. Can I help that my name is Paris? But hey ... okay. Well. My oldest brother is called Rome. The other is called Cairo, the other Florence, the other other Cologne, my big sister's name is Lisbon and little one is Madrid, "said Paris quickly.

Goten laughed. "Hey, did you memorize that? It's creepy. And your parents? What's their name? Trier and Ankara?"

"Hey! Wow! Right, how do you know? No fun. Change the subject, yeah?"

"Okay.", Goten responded and leaned back. At the next table three girls suddenly started giggling.

"So ... let's change the subject, okay?" asked one of the girls. The other two nodded.

Goten and Paris ignored them and began to talk about some experiences.Again the teenagers copied them. Goten gave them a cold look and then said to Paris. "Are they trying to imitate us?"

Paris nodded with a laugh. "yes. I think so ... sad when you can't entertain yourself, right?"

"Yeah ..."

Immediately the girls stopped imitating them.

Half an hour later they were strolling leisurely through the Christmas market.

"Oh shit ...", Goten sighed when he saw his ex-girlfriend.

"What is it?" asked Paris, confused.

"My ex ... Sakura ..."

The black-haired girl had already seen Goten and Paris and was now approaching them. "your new girlfriend?"

"Hi Sakura ...." Goten said weakly.

"Um, no, I'm not his girlfriend," said Paris.

"Good. I can really only advise against him ...."

"Oh Sakura, shut up, huh? Paris, can we go on?" Goten interrupted his ex and pulled Paris on.

"Why is she saying that?"

"Because she's stupid."said Goten coldly.



"do you live here?"

"Yes. Pretty much," said Paris, brushing the snow out of her hair. You were standing in front of a large single-family house with a very inviting effect.

"cool. So ... I'll write to you, okay?" said Goten and shivered slightly.

"okay.", Paris, who was standing on the top step, came down to him, kissed him on the cheek and then unlocked the front door. "Bye."

"Bye"