Yes, I know, an update so soon? Well let's just say that some outside pressures *coughs* UNCLE KEVIN *coughs* had me work on it. So here it is! The long awaited, well not really, epilouge to The Capitol Room! It's been a long road @_@ Also! I've decided that I have such wonderful fans that I'm going to be drawing and scanning in a special treat for all my reviewers! So, just include in your review that you'd like a pic and I'll email it to ya once it's finished! ^.^ Also, this chapters dedicated to Panda-chan!

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It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me
It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be
But there are facts in our lives we can never change
Just tell me that you understand and feel the same

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Days passed. I never left that apartment, choosing to just sit around the apartment, Julia's, and slack as I'd never slacked before. I became well aquainted with the queens of afternoon television. Oprah... Jessi... Jerry Springer... They became my only friends besides Julia of course, who made sure I ate enough to prevent my body from turning into a stick or melted mush.

No one called for me here. I don't think it's because they didn't know I was here, but just that they knew I'd like to be alone. Which was true. Even Julia didn't say much. It was nice, but made me feel as alone as that night two weeks ago. It had rained the next day, an omen I should've seen coming.

Or perhaps I'd changed my fate? By canceling the occasion and crying a lifetimes worth of tears that night had I changed the cosmos and caused tears to fall from the sky as well? That's a little big of me to think, but it's better than considering the other option...

That the whole thing was just a cursed situation.

But I'd choosen to ignore the signs, enveloping the craziness and aura of a love sick fool. I was so naive... Well never again! I was going to find a new job, get a new place, and return to spinster-dom once again. Life wouldn't be so bad without a true love. I'd have all the freedom and independence I could ever want... Who am I kidding?

I sit on the guest bed and curl my arms around my legs, burying my face from the world. I couldn't fool anybody. Not Julia, not the world, and not myself.

I loved him, dammit, but I couldn't be with him. Not now, not ever....

So why did it hurt so bad?

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This perfect romance that I've created in my mind
I'd live a thousand lives, each one with you right by my side
But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance
And so it seems like we'll never have the chance

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"Goten...." The prodding at my side is ignored. I roll over, pulling the blanket over my head with the hope that Julia would get the idea and leave me *alone*.

"C'mon you lazy ass, I'm getting you out of this apartment NOW. You haven't left the place in two weeks and your starting to smell!" I know that last comment wasn't true. I'd taken a bath just yesterday. She must be pretty desperate.

I threw back the blanket, my bangs hanging in my face while I glared at her. She gave me a soft smile and brushed back my hair.

"See? That wasn't so bad, now, was it? Let's get you dressed. We're going to lunch with the girls." Grumbling all the while, I obeyed her command and threw on some pants and a turtleneck. A chill was exposed in the air. Sooner than usual, as it was only late August, but it was there alright. With a vengence.

"Well, aren't we dressed up?" She stuck out her tongue at me, twirling in the long sleeved dress before putting on a coat.

"And if I am? What are you gonna do? Throw some of your extra pounds at me?" Me gaining wait?! She's crazy! I've lost like five or ten pounds! More than she could say and she was on a diet!

"I'm not even going to respond to that lame remark. I am not gaining weight, I'm losing it." A flicker of sadness passed through her eyes, but I looked away too soon to see if there was anything else in there. I didn't want to have anyone's pity right now. If I was going to recover, if I was going to get past Trunks, I was going to close off my love-related emotions and live the rest of my life alone.

It didn't seem to be too bad of an idea now. No one to hurt me, to one to lie or make me dislike myself. I'd be the only person I'd depend on and I'd be happy no matter what.

Ugh, I wish it were that simple.

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I felt their eyes on me and resisted the urge to throw my fork at them. I was eating! I was out of the apartment! What more did these people want?! Not that I was about to say that to them. So, my fork continued to rummage through my salad, pushing aside the purple shreds to pick up a tiny leaf.

When my eyes met theirs, they just went back to business, eating their salads and drinking from their glasses. Finding a small smile, I put down my fork.

"Girls, I really appreciate that your trying to help me, but your staring and your sympathy just isn't what I need right now. I've....I've just gone through a lot in a short while and in order for me to move on, I need your support." The three of them nodded. I caught the worried look of my niece and shook my head.

"I'll really be fine. Just don't talk to me or mention anything about Trunks. I don't want to hear that name again for a long time." My voice was lacking the usual bitterness most people would feel in my situation. I suppose I just wasn't bitter. I was just a hurt human being. Beyond repair.

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Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny
And you can't move on even though you try
Ain't it strange when your feelings thing you shouldn't feel
Oh I wish this could be real

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"Excuse us," Pan says as the three of them rise above the table. I wave them off, lost in my thoughts.

As the door closed behind them, Pan turned to Bra and frowned. (AN- Just so you know, this part isn't really in Goten's POV since he obviously doesn't know what's going on in the ladies room. But, this is for the reader, not Goten, so enjoy. ^.^)

"I don't know anymore, Bra. I mean, maybe trying to set them back up isn't the greatest idea anymore. Look at him! He's lost in his own little world, convincing himself that he's gonna move on and give up on Trunks forever! And you saw how he treated Goten! You can't tell me that if you were in the same situation you'd be able to forgive Trunks and fall in love with him again just like *that*!"

The blue-haired girl nodded in agreement, though it was a little reluctant.

"I can understand your hesitancy," Julia commented from her position on the wall. Her arms crossed, she looked more professional and more her age than Bra or Pan had ever seen her.

"I know none of us wants it to be over. We've all kinda melded it into our own fantasies, the love story we'd always imagined as children. And now that it's ended... It's just another painful reminder that dreams don't always come true. I know Goten, I've known him for a long time, and I know that seeing Trunks again so soon would be too hard for him.

"He's smart. Albeit not as smart as your brother, Bra, but he knows the ways of the world and he knows himself. From the sounds of it, he's set on forgetting that purple-haired man, no matter how much it hurts or how long it takes. In my opinion, there's very little we can do to change his mind."

"So it's agreed then," Bra said, speaking up for the first time. "Fate's gonna do it on their own now, correct?" The other two nodded in agreement. Bra sighed and threw her napkin in the garbage.

"Then let's not keep him waiting."

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Pan and I walked along the boardwalk, passing the mingling visitors and natives to the city as we window shopped. Each story offered it's own little trinkets or accessories. They were small, big, detailed or plain... It was a world in it's own and how I wished I could lose myself in it.

I do admit that I've relaxed a bit since lunch. Even managed to finish the meal.

The young girl beside me seemed to be distracted. I almost felt bad for her. She'd be returning to college in a little over a week, leaving me and Bra, behind. She wouldn't be that far away.... Unless you considered the other side of the country far. I'm sure she'd just like to be there for me.

My arm swung around her shoulder and I smiled.

"Hey, no need for the sad face! I'm not sad, so you shouldn't be either." She didn't look convinced.

"You know, I'm thinking about maybe going back to school myself."

"What?!" She looked horrified.

"Oh, no, you silly girl. Not to YOUR school. But just school in general." That seemed to relax her. "Maybe not even school. I just want a change, a new start. To try and get past...well, the past, to begin again. It may be hard, but I'm up for the challenge. How about you? You ready to face the world of college once again?" She shook her head and laughed at me.

"Yeah, I guess I am. You just take care of yourself while I'm gone, okay?"

"I promise."

"Good." We lapsed into silence, continuing our stroll. "I wonder... what kind of job do you think I'd be good for?" She stopped and looked at me.

"Hm.... Clown? Circus freak? The bearded woman?"

"Hey! That's not funny." Pan stuck out her tongue at me but I just turned into haughty mood and looked down my nose at her. "So immature...

"I'm serious though, what do you think? Something that I'd enjoy yet pay me enough so I won't have to keep lounging off of Julia. I hate being a money leech."

"Something tells me she doesn't think like that, but if you want you can move in with Gohan and I."

"Oh, well that's nice of- WHAT?! Gohan and you? What's my brother doing living with you?" She shook her head and headed to the car.

"That's something he'll have to explain to you himself. But first, let's get your stuff."

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"So... Do you want to talk about it?" My eyes raised to the mirror pair of my own. The exhalation of my air wasn't loud as my hand went to rub my neck. The answer to the question was no, no I didn't, but the first sign to recovery was admittance wasn't it?

I hadn't done anything wrong though, what was to admit? Everything...

At least Pan wasn't here. She'd left a little while ago after making sure I'd settled in. Something about last minute school supplies.

"I don't have much of a choice do I?" There wasn't much use in resisting. I needed to talk about it and he knew that, stupid smart brother that he is. I spent the two hours telling him about everything. The illegal taking of Pan to the club, the proposal, the sky-diving and the odd experiance with mom; that first kiss over his table and the dinners and everything else inbetween.

He didn't speak once I'd finished. Just picked up his coffee mug, finished it off, then replaced it. All the while he held that deep contemplative stare he'd had since I was a child. Finally, when I was about to just go to my un-official room, he spoke.

"I'm surprised that you ever envied me, Goten." I raised an eyebrow. That wasn't the reaction I'd expected.

"I'm surprised because the truth of the matter is that I've always envied *you*." WHAT?!?!?! Since when did this happen?!

"You look shocked. I wouldn't be though, Goten. I mean, you've always had your own set way of looking at things. You give out a certain level of friendliness and acceptance that people usually return. You never have to change yourself for someone, as you've just realized I'm sure. You've always been who you are, and that's something I've always respected and envied because I can sympathize with Trunks when I say that the business world can distort your self-confidence."

"I see..."

"There's something else..." Bringing myself forward, hands resting on knees, head resting on hands, I blinked at him. "And that would be?"

"I'm not as great as you'd think I was. Goten, I got fired. I wasn't on vacation I was just...hiding out here because I felt so ashamed." My mind stopped, trying to process that last tidbit of knowledge. My brother. *My* brother got fired?! That's too much.

"Your kidding!"

"Unfortunately, I'm not."

"I-I don't believe this! With all that you've put into being a good employee and citizen and with your dedication the fire you! Those heartless bastards! I hope you gave them what they deserve!" He avoided my eyes, a nervous laugh breaking his lips.

"You didn't?! What are you, a door mat?!" His laughter expanded, finding it's way to his chest until he fell back on the couch.

"What is so funny?" I frowned at him. This situation was anything but humorous if you asked me. He settled down, but still gave me little to no explanation about his reaction. 'It's hard to explain' he says. Right.

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Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life
And you don't want to face whats wrong or right
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part
In the story of your heart

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"My how the Son's have fallen, eh brother," Goten asks me, lifting the wine glass in hand before he brings it to his lips.

"I will drink to that." A large gulp and the bitter fluid runs through my body, leaving a gentle buzz. I wasn't drunk yet. Far from it. Gohan on the other hand.... He was a little farther ahead than me.

"We need to do something, Gohan. We can't just let this be it! We have to make ourselves better and prove to everyone that a little... misfortune won't get in our way!" He nodded and stood, shifting his weight until his world stopped spinning.

"Yeah! Right!" A pause before he hiccuped.

"But how?"

"Just trust me brother. Now let's get you some aspirin and let's get to work!"

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One Year Later

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The key turned in the door with ease, worn in after eight months of use. Time had been going by faster as of late. The pace of life was running smooth and faultless after all this time. The business I'd suggested, an animal adoption center, was up and running. We had all sorts of domestic animals in our care and all healthy, waiting to be adopted.

I felt better than I had in awhile now too. I loved the look on childrens faces when they walked into the back of the building and saw all the dogs and cats and birds. It made me love my work, a feeling I enjoyed compared to the contentment I'd only felt before.

Feeding the animals fell into the pattern I'd been following, leaving me done within ten minutes. Gohan wouldn't be here for awhile. I was the main caretaker for the animals while Gohan managed the business and money aspect of it. We'd been pretty profitable since our opening, leaving me with enough money to buy out the second floor of the building as well so I could live near the animals in case of an emergency.

I sat on the stool behind the countertop and pulled my book out from it's shelf, James sitting in front of me begging for attention. I've found that I have the ability to multi-task however, and can read, pet, and listen for the sound of a nasty cat fight all at the same time.

Within a half hour, I got my first customer of the day. At least, that's what the toll of our doorbell indicated. I heard the person's footsteps and leaned over to try and see who it was... leading to me falling on my ass.

"Ow..." I mumbled, rubbing the afflicted area.

"Seems after all this time you haven't become any more graceful than you were before, Goten." I raise an eyebrow at the familiar voice and stand. Mischievious blue eyes look at me while painted fingernails pet James.

"Bra? What are you doing here!" I leaned over the counter and hugged her. I hadn't seen her for ages! Well, not since last Thanksgiving when Pan had announced their break up. Seems her going back to college had been too much of a strain. I still had hope though.

"Well, I was just in the neighborhood. There's somethings I feel you have a right to know now, too, that you weren't ready for before. Can we sit down?" Confused, I nodded and led her to the back. After quickly putting an out to lunch sign on the front door, I came back into the room seeing her already seated with a distant look in her eyes.

"Bra, is everything okay?" She brushed back her hair and accepted a cup of tea.

"Goten, what I came to talk to you about concerns Trunks..." My eyes flickered away, the grip on my cup tightening. Why? Why now, after I was finally seeking some closure? This was *not* what I needed.

"I'm sorry, Bra, but if that's why you came, I'm gonna have to get back to work.."

"Goten, wait." She stood and grabbed the cuff of my sleeve. Slowly, I turned and faced her.

"Is it absolutely neccessary to hear the following words from you mouth? Will I *die*, if I don't hear it?"

"You'll die without knowing why Trunks acted the way he did that night..." My eyes widened. What did she mean *why*? I already knew *why*! Because I hadn't been good enough for him! Tossing that thought aside, I sat down.

"Okay, you have..." I set the timer on my watch. "Fifteen minutes."

"How generous," she drawled, sitting down as well. A preporatory sip from her cup and she was off.

"You see Goten, the reason Trunks acted like such a.."

"Asshole?" Bad grammar but it worked.

"Yes, an asshole as you will, because well... It wouldn't have been the first time that Jeremy had been accused of hitting on someone Trunks was romantically involved with.

"You see, a few years back when Trunks was just starting out in business, he met Jeremy. He was a great guy back then, friendly, introduced Trunks to most of the people he knew! He was one of his only friends in this new, strange, business world he was going to enter where you never knew who to trust. Sadly, Trunks picked the wrong person.

"He got involved with a girl, one Vanessa by name, and they were pretty close, though no where NEAR as close as he was with Jeremy. So, when she came up with the accusation that Jeremy had hit on her, he refused to believe it, even when she sued him, not Trunks, Jeremy, and got about a million dollars for sexual harrasment.

"Yet Jeremy wielded such a power over Trunks, he still managed to convince him that he was innocent." Bra looked down, frowning. Sadness tinged her eyes, but she moved on.

"Then Trunks met you. Beyond what I'm sure you believed, Trunks did really love you. A lot more than you thought. It's just that the idea that Jeremy would do that again, to someone he really loved, was too much and he went into denial. Situations like that...they just go right over his analytical, thick head." She shook her head and sighed, taking a drink from her mug yet again.

"But what about the lies? Why did he say everything if he really loved me?"

"I can't say anything in defence of his lies. All I can say is that his world, his occupational world, twisted the brother I once no. Not towards evil, and not towards selfishness, but towards the idea that you were only worth how much you looked, how much you were worth, and how much you impressed. He was in that world long before you came into the picture, Goten. It would be too much for you to expect him to change so quickly."

"No! No fucking way am I going to feel sorry for him! If he loved me, he shouldn't have said that! He should have accepted me for who and what I am, be me poor or be me rich!" Bra shook her head.

"Why should he accept you for who you are, if you can't accept him?"

Huh?!

"See, just as I've explained, the image thing is just a manner of training. He's been 'brain-washed' for lack of a better word into thinking that way. In the same way that a child who's been told he's bad all his life will grow up to think he's a bad person, so has Trunks who's been trained to think in that mind-frame. It's not his fault. He's just the product of the wrong moral ethics."

I can see her point but... "It still bothers me though. He took the words of his best friend over mine."

"Goten, put yourself in his shoes. How would you have reacted?" I wanted to say I would've had my friend thrown in jail, but if I was going to be honest with her as well as myself, I knew the truth.

"I suppose I may have acted that way. I don't know if I would've picked him up, but I know I'd be confused."

"Yes, I quite agree, but you should also factor in the stress he was under at the time." That's right... That meeting and those people. He was really tense about that.

"I may be partly wrong about you not being able to change him though. He did wear that outfit to that meeting." I'd forgotten about that... She stood up and I followed suit, walking her to the door.

"I'm glad we were able to have this talk, Goten. I would have told you sooner but... I think only now were you truly ready to hear what I've said."

She paused at the front door and turned to me.

"Has this helped you now, Goten? Do you understand why now?" I scratched my head, flipping over the window sign.

"Yeah, I do. It won't do me much good though. From what I've read in the papers, Trunks has been out of the county the past four months doing business in Europe. I'll probably never see him again." She slid on a pair of sunglasses and opened the door.

"Don't be so sure, Son Goten. I'll talk to you later." And in a swish of blue, she was gone, leaving me to think, a dangerous idea in indeed.

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Sometimes I think that a true love can never be
I just believe that somehow it wasn't meant for me
Life can be cruel in a way that I can't explain
And I don't think that I could face it all again

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Yesterday had gone on without any other interruptions, no matter how hard I prayed for one. It would've been nice to have something to take my mind off that conversation with her but I just..couldn't. It was frustrating. And her last comment still haunted me. 'Don't be so sure, Son Goten.' So prophetic. Like at any moment he was going to fall on me from the sky. HA! That'd be funny. I could stick him in a cage and sell him as a cold turkey.

That reminded me. I had turkey for lunch today and it was lunch time! Perfect timing.

Halfway through my sandwhich I heard the ringing of the door bell once again. Cursing my luck, I quickened my chewing, biting my tongue in the process.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Excuse me, is anyone here? I'm looking to buy a cat..." Yes! A cat lover! Perfect.

Wiping off any crumbs that may have been hidden on my face or clothes, I emerged from the back and stopped, my heart stuck in my throat.

There he was.

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I barely know you but somehow I know what your about
A deeper love I've found in you and I no longer doubt
You've touched my heart and it altered every plan I've made
And now I feel like I don't have to be afraid

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Blue met brown. Light blue met dark brown. Sky blue met chocolate brown. And history repeated itself.

"Uh...Hello there sir, you said you were looking for a cat? We've got all kinds of all shapes and sizes in the cat room, would you care to follow me?" Following into my normal work routine was much easier than acting like I'd only been a day away from marrying this man a year ago.

He didn't speak at first, just following me as a convict did an executioner to the gallows. Was he feeling guilty? I suppose such an analogy would lead one to presume so, but I guess I didn't really know him well enough to tell.

Bringing out two kittens, one purely black with white paws and another a burnt orange color like my James', I held them and gave the basic on each.

"Goten-"

"This one here is named Socks, an obvious name I'm sure, but they don't really mind. She's a female, eight weeks old, healthy with all necessary shots being given. She's friendly, very cuddly, and enjoys children.

"Goten-!"

"Norman on the other hand is a strapping young male, Socks brother, also eight weeks, a little smaller than the rest of his litter but still caught up in everything. He tends to just stick with one person of whom he gets attatched to and may be a little moody. Both are good pets though. Unless you were looking for something a little older..."

"Goten!! I'm not just here to look at cats!" I raised an eyebrow at him before replacing the two to their proper place.

"Well then, why *else* would you be in an animal adoption center? You said you were looking for a cat and that's what I've done. I've shown you a few of our many available cats." He frowned, and I could feel his frustration. Good, let him frustrate. I had no problem with that.

"Look, the real reason I'm here is-"

"Yes, that reminds me. Your not even supposed to be in this country! What's with the sudden change?" His eyes widened. He was surprised I'd kept track of him. I hadn't really... Only to cut out the pictures and stick it at the bottom of James' kitty litter. Immature and childish to be sure, but I sought recovery in the most appealing way. Kitty voodoo.

"Ah, so you didn't read today's paper, eh? My company's expanding and I'm here to supervise it." He smiled and his body language relaxed, his arms loose, hands in his pockets.

"Uh huh. That still doesn't explain why your *here*."

"I told you I wanted a cat."

"But there was something else too." Trunks looked a little more reserved; more childlike now.

"Yes.... there was something else."

"Yeah, and what was that?"

"I... I wanted to ask you to lunch. Just as friends, and just so I can explain myself. This past year's been full of a lot of growth on my part and there's always been something weighing on the back of my mind. What I did to you." He reached over and pet Socks, who lay on her back, belly waiting to be rubbed.

"I know that I don't even deserve to be speaking to you know after that stupid, idiotic, selfish, moronic thing I did, but if you just give me lunch, I'll leave you alone forever if that's what you want." His hand fell to his side and he looked up to me, blue eyes clear.

"So what do you say?"

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"I can't believe I'm doing this...I can NOT believe that I am doing this! WHY am I doing this?!"

Shoving my feet into a pair of blue jeans to go with the loose sweater I was wearing, I cursed loudly, getting weird looks from the several cats, yes seven cats, on my bed.

"I haven't on a date since last August! The idea of even being in a relationship has been pro-pro-posterous," I pulled up the pair and sat on the ground, breath a little faster than usual. "Why should I do this." My fingers grabbed the tennis shoes a few feet away. It was a statement, not a question. The reluctant words of a man who hasn't felt romantic love in too long.

"Not that I'd jump into his pants just becaue I'm a little lonely. I have more self-control than that! It's called Playgirl!" After finishing the knots of the laces and stretching, I was out the door. The cafe we'd choosen to meet at was just a few blocks away, across from a park I often took the dogs for a walk in. It was friendly, it was open, and had a freaking *awesome* cup o' joe.

Trunks was already there by the time I arrived. A newspaper in his hands, he looked like you average, ordinary guy which really surprised me. He didn't look like he owned branches of a successful business around the country or that he had beautiful homes in every dream location there was. He looked... like a person. A tangible person.

I liked it.

After we'd ordered our drinks and a little food, we were chatting like old friends from college, joking, laughing, making stupid comments that gave no relevance to the topic.. It was nice. Really nice. I still stayed on my guard though. He may act different but he was Trunks Briefs, the same man of whom broke my world a time ago. I couldn't take too big of a chance.

Trunks had asked Jeremy about two days after the break-up if he had, in fact, made a move on Goten. The bloke confessed and, this is my favorite part, he broke his nose.

We left later on, leaving me with elation. There were obvious changes in Trunks that were very attractive. His hair was well-kept now, though a small strand of two are still known to fall in his face. His clothes weren't Armani at all. Far from it. I could swear to kami the shirt we was wearing had been at Walmart.

Not only his looks, but his demeanor was different too. He was relaxed, calm, confident. Not that arrogant confident, but just the idea that he was happy with who he was. That was probably the product of his study of Buddhism and trying to find innerpeace while working out treaties with other companies.

He was the kind of guy I'd seen him as when we'd first met. That perfect guy I'd waited for for so long.

Trunks finally seemed to be perfect for me.

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Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny
And you can't move on even though you try
Ain't it strange when your feelings thing you shouldn't feel
Oh I wish this could be real

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We stopped in front of the blue painted store and I turned, trying to think of a way to get rid of him without sounding rude. Quite the opposite of my previous thoughts, but that's why I had to get rid of him. If I didn't I'd pounce him and that wouldn't be good. I needed time to think about how I was going to solve the enigma Trunks had presented himself to me as.

"So, this was fun." I nodded, looking towards the store. Gohan was busy handling a customer, obvlivious to Trunks and I's little rendevous.

"Would it be okay if I came over later? To get a cat, of course."

"Of course. Anyone's welcome to this store." Taking that as a cue, I turned and entered the store. I was mad at myself, slipping so easily back into the frame of mind that had gotten me hurt last time. This time, I was going to be careful. He wouldn't catch by surprise this time. No siree bob.

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Trunks stopped by everyday for the next week, checking out all the animals we had yet never seeming partial to a specific one. Maybe I was just being paranoid, but maybe he wasn't coming to the store for the critters?

It was almost time to close. September was warmer than last year, but that may just be because of the different outlook I have now. Sweeping up litter that had spilled onto the floor, I noticed the day's paper. I didn't remember putting there. It must've been Gohans...

Holy Shit. I sat down, turning to the appropriate page and read.

'After a year of hard work, Briefs Inc. has built a successful empire without the help of Actkinson and Co. who offered the companies president, Trunks Briefs, a generous contract that would make it one of the leading business' in the world. After his turn down, Mr. Briefs also lost his partner, John Burgess. This sudden success is due to a few things.

'One is Mr. Briefs dedication to having a branch in almost every state to lower the unemployment rate of the area by giving opportunities to the unemployed and college diploma-less people to start over, teaching them the trade and getting them jobs that get them working again. Another seems to be attributed to his popularity. Most people have come to be impressed by Mr. Briefs ignorance of high class brands, choosing to deck himself out as an average American. This gives him an appeal not only to the some of the richest people in the world, but to common Joe. And this is only the beginning.'

Well then. This is something you don't expect to see everyday. So my hunch was correct. He has changed. He didn't even take that deal. And he's helping out all those people... Trunks wants a cat for god's sake! If that's not a change I can't think of what is.

I was about to run up the stairs when speaking of the devil, I saw a flash of purple throught the front door.

Playing it cool, I just leaned against the countertop, waiting for him to enter. He smiled at me, looking around the store.

"Sorry I came so late in the day, I was held up late by the meeting. How was your day?"

"Oh, it was good. Just the normal day for me." I smiled before sitting on the counter and spinnning around to face him. My face suddenly right in front of his, minus about five or six inches, surprised him.

"Thank you for asking."

"Uh.. No problem."

"I have a question for you Trunks. A hypothetical question. Do you mind?" He raised an eyebrow but just nodded. "Shoot."

"Okay. Saying we got back together. *If* we got back together, where would we live?"

"Well, I just got a place on the coast. Very nice location. I'm sure you'd enjoy it. Why?"

"Hm, good enough. What about my job? What would you say if you were asked about it?"

"I don't make the same mistake twice, Goten. I'd say just what you did and if they had a problem with it, too bad for them." BIG points for him there.

"And finally..."

"Yeah?"

"If I were to kiss you, would you promise that any trust ties with perverted best friends would be overun by the trust I'd be giving you by taking that chance?"

"Of course."

"Good. I'm glad we've gotten that settled." Before he could answer, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him forward, meeting his lips with mine as though they'd never left.

I know I was taking a big risk giving Trunks another chance, but not only did I understand him better now, we were both better people, having grown and begun to see life the way it really is. Every relationship, whether with someone new or someone old, are full of risks. The risks with Trunks I was willing to take. Because this time we'd take it slow. This time, we'd do it right.

And even if we don't, I can always have a pre-nup written up.

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I locked away my heart but you just set it free
Emotions I felt held me back from what my life should be
I pushed you far away and yet you stayed with me
I guess it means that you and me were meant to be

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I stared at my husband eight months later as we drove down the country road. He had something up his sleeve. Things had been running as expected. Not perfect, which was good. If they were perfect, I kenw I'd have something to worry about.

We had fights, but we also had make-ups which were always worth it. Our business were growing and almost every home in my district had at least two pets bought from my store. I'd decided to go to a night school to get a veterinary degree so I could expand the store and offer more services. Our lives were just as we'd imagined and the best part was, we were living it together.

Trunks had given me one lie that day, not that it was too important. We decided that we wouldn't live together right away, work causing a small problem. We always found time together though and now that we were married, we'd agreed that it was a good idea to move together.

That's where we were headed in my mind. There weren't many other things he could really surprise me with.

As we pulled into the driveway, my jaw dropped and I jumped out of the car. In front of us was my old home, a little bigger than I'd remembered it, but still the same. I walked in the door, seeing all my furniture mixed with some of his own, back in it's original place.

Trunks stepped beside me and I hugged him with all I was worth. This was one of the best things the guy had ever done for me. And this was only the first day of being married. He showed great promise for our future.

A small bell was heard and I released him in time to see James, followed by Socks enter from the bedroom wearing new collars. I picked up the now cat, and pet her black coat.

"So, you finally made a decision huh?"

"Yep. It wasn't that hard though. From the description you gave, she'll be just perfect." I thought back on my words and nothing really stood out until..

"Oh no. Your not referring to-?"

"You bet I am." He reached out and pet Socks' head. "This one here is named Socks, an obvious name I'm sure, but they don't really mind. She's a female, eight weeks old, healthy with all necessary shots being given. She's friendly, very cuddly, and enjoys children."

"My god Trunk." I turned to him, mouth wide. "Children? US?! How many crazy people do you think this world needs?!" His smile charmed me as his arms found their way to around my waist.

"I think that if us two crazy people haven't gone insane yet, our kids should be just fine. Besides, if they come out crazy, we can always have them killed."

"Trunks!" I hit his arm as he laughed.

"You know I'm kidding. With someone like you as one of their parents, they should turn out fine."

I would have argued with him more, but his technique, which had become only better with time, took me away.

He was probably right. Our children, however he planned on getting them, wouldn't be too bad. We may be crazy, but we wouldn't damage them. I didn't think we would.

It's not so much the children that I fear though. The people I fear for the most is us.

We hardly survived eachother? How would we handle children?

I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

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BWAHAHAHAHA! I didn't want CR to end so bad that I left it open for a sequel! Not sure how many people would actually WANT a sequel ^.^ But hey, it's an option in case I get CR-deprived. Thank you everyone, it's been a great and long road! See you in my other fics, and maybe the sequel if I get inspired. Guess we'll just have to wait and see. ~.^ -Jack