Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Just A Different Point of View ( Chapter 19 )

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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 19, 'Just A Different Point of View'

"I'm going out." A shrill voice rang out.

Goten glanced up to see his daughter in the hallway before the main door of the Corp. His face fell, even Gohan's looked uncomfortable next to him.

"Eira-chan…?" Trunks said with amusement.

Eira paused, turning around. Her baby blue mini dress swished at her hips.

"Er… honey. That dress is a bit too short…" Goten said without thinking.

Trunks and Pan began to snigger, which turned into laughter. "Woah! Goten! You sound... like a parent!" Trunks cried with laughter. "That was amazing!"

Meanwhile, Eira's bottom lip had begun to wibble slightly. As Goten and the others watched, she turned and bolted back up the stairs, until they heard a door slam. They winced at the sound sheepishly.

* A short while later… *

Eira reappeared, wearing thick trousers, a large padded heavy winter coat, and a fleecy ski hat with earflaps. She also had on gloves and large boots, so the only skin to be seen was a tiny fraction of her face. Only her moody defiant eyes, her pouty lips and her little nose could be seen. She stood, folding her arms as best she could with all her padding, and glared at Goten meaningfully. The others kept their distance from her protest…

Goten looked perplexed. "That's…that's a nice outfit honey?" He attempted pitifully.

Eira pouted and glared even more. Wrong answer…

Tristian strode into the room, skidding to a stop when he saw his little sister. He began to snigger, then laugh. He eventually began to choke on the snack food he was eating. "Eira…babe…" he managed to choke out while Pan whacked her son helpfully on the back. "…You look ridiculous!!!!"

Eira's glare began to soften as she watched her brother laugh louder and louder at her. She suddenly sunk to the ground in tears. "You're always teasing me!" She wailed.

Goten awkwardly tried to console her. He knelt to her height, but she lifted her blue tear filled eyes to gaze at him, then began to cry louder. "Don't cry honey." He pleaded. He glared up at his son. "Don't laugh!" he snapped. Tristian paused, but burst out laughing again. He manage to compose himself enough to stumble out of the room with howls of laughter still ringing through the Corp.

Goten frowned. "Say something to Tristian." He told Pan. "Not to upset Eira again."

Pan stopped. "Me? Why me?"

"You are his Mother, Pan." Goten said darkly.

Pan folded her arms against her chest. "And you're his father! Have manly words with him!" She snapped.

Goten growled under his breath with annoyance. "Gees, Pan! I'm trying to console Eira!" He retorted. "Thank Dende this never really happened…"

Pan froze. She knew he was right. What they did in that timeline was wrong. Then… then why did his words hurt her so much? She tried hard to fight back the tears. "Yeah… because that would have been the worst…!" She said before she ran from the room in tears.

Goten snapped his gaze up to her disappearing form. "Pan!" He called after her. "…Pan!" Great. Two women in floods of tears! He rolled his eyes with exasperation. He rubbed Eira on the back helpfully, then stood up. "I can't believe I'm fighting with Pan over this…" He said with disbelief. "My niece! I'm fighting with my niece over the reasons I wouldn't choose her to mother my kids! It's like the twilight zone, or something!"

Gohan was pale at the scene. This was his worst nightmare as much as it seemed to be theirs. He composed himself before he spoke. "Goten… I don't think this is because she… um… It's more likely due to the whole… er…"

"It's hearing that the father of your kid doesn't care at all." Bra supplied intelligently. "It's irrelevant of the whole niece/uncle thing. The issue here is every girl's greatest fear… Being abandoned by the father after actually having his kid. I know everything that was meant to happen was stopped in this timeline, but we've still been dropped into our roles. I mean, I have three kids! One day I'm a normal teenager, then I have kids!"

Everyone considered Bra's argument. "That sounds about right." Bulma said. "Goten, you'll have to talk to her."

Goten looked worried. "What will I say? I don't know what to say to her! 'I'm sorry I got you pregnant? I promise I won't this time around?' There's not a lot realistically I can say to her!" He whined.

"You'll have to say something." Bulma reinforced. "Whether we all like it or not. He is both of you and Pan's love child." She said solemnly, pointing in the direction Tristian had gone. "Even if he was 'wrong', you have the responsibility."

Goten hesitated. He took one more glance at the others, before going to look for his niece.

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"Trunks?"

Trunks turned at the voice. "Hey." He greeted when he saw Rhiamon at his door. He watched silently as the male slunk into his room on the upper floors of the Corp, his dark eyes thoughtful. "How's it going?"

Rhiamon didn't answer his question. "Where is she?" He asked.

Trunks stood up from his office chair. He wiped his brow, as if the office work had taken some toll on him. "You care for her... don't you?" he asked his sister's son. If his nephew shared both his sister's open feelings, and Gohan's shy romantic side, it should be all too obvious. And it was. He saw straight away in the youth's face. "She's in Mom's room." He finally told his nephew. "…I think she's still crying. I heard her as I passed by."

Rhiamon considered this. "I knew she might be. It will have been… a shock for her. And not a pleasant one." He said. "Listen, I have a favour to ask you…"

Trunks turned his attention to him. "Sure. What is it?"

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Marron nestled her face into the soft lilac duvet cover. She curled her arms to almost shield her head, ashamed of crying so openly. The duvet smelt comfortingly of a soft perfume Bulma always wore. Marron sniffled between sobs, drawing her knees up to her chest. A killer... she couldn't believe it. He was so gentle, so kind. Even that dark, sexier side that lay in his cheeky smirk and dark eyes proclaimed no devil. She refused to believe it! But everyone else were so accepting of what he had done.

Marron slowly lifted her head. She could faintly hear… music. A guitar being played? She sat up on the bed as the soothing strumming of the guitar played outside. She listened as the low tones of a voice carried the words through the open balcony window.

"The grey ceiling on the earth
Well it's lasted for a while
Take my thoughts for what they're worth
I've been acting like a child
In your opinion, and what is that?
It's just a different point of view…"

Everyone inside heard the music and singing too. They looked at each other with amazement, racing outside with curiosity.

Marron slowly stood up, nervously, but overcome with surprise and curiosity, approached the window. She tentatively stepped out onto the balcony, peering over the edge. She was shocked to see Rhiamon stood on the ground below, skilfully playing Trunks' guitar. Trunks was stood a small distance away, looking up at her with a curious smirk. The rest of the gang appeared behind him, each watching the youth with amazement.

Rhiamon continued, his head back, singing with passion in his face and voice as he played.

"What else can I do?
I said I'm sorry, yeah I'm sorry!
I said I'm sorry, but for?
If I hurt you then I hate myself!
Don't want to hate myself, don't want to hurt you
Why do you choose that pain?
If you only know how much I love you, love you!"

He emphasised the last part, strumming the notes heavily with impact. Everyone just stared. His voice was gravely and sensual. It contained so much passion as he sang out the words with an inner fire. You could see it in his face that he believed in what he was saying.


"I won't be your winter!
And I won't be anyone's excuse to cry!
We can be forgiven…
And I will be here…

The old picture on the shelf
Well it's been there for a while
A frozen image of ourselves
We are acting like a child
Innocent and in a trance
A dance that lasted for a while…"

Marron's eyes slowly dried in the small summer breeze that softly moved small strands of her hair about in wisps of gold. Her pale cheeks were flushed pink from her crying, but her piercing blue eyes were softening, enthralled somehow by the man singing for her. He gently lifted his dark gaze to meet hers, but only allowed himself a small gaze, before closing his eyes as he soulfully sang from the core of his being. Cadell appeared at his side almost unnoticed, mirroring his soulful signing. He complimented Rhiamon's voice perfectly, his own eyes closed and lifted to the sky as they sang intensely.

"You read my eyes just like your diary,
oh remember, please remember
Well, I'm not a beggar, but what's more
If I hurt you, then I hate myself, don't wanna hurt you.
Why do you choose that pain,
If you only knew how much I love you… (...love you!)


I won't be your winter! (I won't…!)
I won't be anyone's excuse to cry (to cry…!)
We can be forgiven (ooh…)
I will be hereee... (oohhh…)

(No ooh ooh…!) I won't be your winter! (I won't…!)
And I won't be anyone's excuse to cry (Won't be anyone's excuse…!)
We can be forgiven (We can be forgiven…) oohh, I know…
And I will be here..."

There was silence as the last chords of the guitar fell away, the music and intense vocals still felt in the core of all the listeners. Rhiamon still seemed dazed from his debut, and looked back up to the balcony, lowering the guitar. Marron was still gazing at him, and he stared back, trying to decipher what she was feeling or thinking. She nervously trailed her fingers up to her delicate necklace absently. She felt the small shivers running through her as she was trapped with his presence. His eyes, he was intoxicating and dark. He made her nervous, and set so many alarms deep in her, but something overrode all her other senses. A deep need for him. An unexplainable desire.

"…Can I come up?" He asked. Marron shivered again. His voice still dripped with that haunting soft melody.

Bra looked from her hopeful son to her hesitating friend. She swung her fist into the hair, cheering. Those around her jumped with surprise. "Wooohhoo! Let him up! Come on! How can you say no?" She cheered happily.

Marron softly blushed and Rhiamon grinned appreciatively at her. She nodded with a small tugging smile. Rhiamon withheld whatever emotions filled him, and let a small smile appear at the corner of his lips. He carefully took of the guitar, and handed it to Cadell. With the softest breeze of ki, he lifted upwards into the air, rising to the balcony's height.

Neither said a word as they faced each other, Marron on the balcony, and Rhiamon hovering in front of her. It seemed to last an age, before she spoke.

"I'm sorry I called you a monster…" She said with shame. "I was scared… I didn't know what to think."

Rhiamon listened to the apology understandingly. "…I know." He said softly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't be… that I'm not purer for you. I wish to Kami I could change what I am, but I can't. I wish I could be perfect for you, you deserve that. But this is who I am… what I am."

Marron lifted her hand, and softly, trailed it on his cheek, and along his jaw. Rhiamon didn't move. He watched as a small smile appeared on her red lips. "I don't want you any different. You're perfect as you are…" He wasn't expecting it as she took him by his shirt collar and pressed her soft lips on his. He quickly responded, deepening the kiss, flicking his tongue to meet hers, his hands moving into her fine blonde hair.

They heard cheering from below, and someone cheekily yell; "Hey, you two, get a room!"

"But not mine!" Bulma jokingly yelled.

A smirk crossed Cadell's face. He passed the guitar back to his father, taking one last glance at his cousin before he slunk away from the crowd silently.

"You kid's have fun! But remember whose room you're in!" Bulma yelled again as Rhiamon nimbly landed on the balcony and Marron pulled him inside.

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Klara: "well, that's the recent instalment! Check out the song the guys were signing, and you'll see what I mean about the heavenly slurry vocals. Its gorgeous! It's called 'Your winter', by Sister Hazel. (Even though a guy sings it…weird) it's on the '10 things I hate about you' soundtrack too. Have a look for it if u have the time. You can just imagine Rhy-chan and Cadell singing it!" *grins *

*huggles Chibi-Cadell on her lap who is busy stacking coloured blocks.*

Chibi-Cadell: "…The ducks on the farm go quack, quack, quack…"

Chibi-Rhiamon: "Quack, quack, quack…"

Klara *starry eyes with pride *

Rhiamon: *Rolls his eyes. *

Cadell: "Pathetic, isn't it?"


~*silence~*

Rhiamon: "You know... we don't sound half bad." *smiles affectionately at little chibi-selves *

Cadell. *Eyes widen * "You've been corrupted too!!!! When will this madness end????"

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