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walkyourownwayTitle: Sk8er Boi
Fandom: Dragonball GT
Character(s): Paris, Son Goten, Bra Briefs
Genre: Drama, romance, and possibly some angst (not a lot)
Rating: K/G
Disclaimers: "Sk8er Boi" © Avril Lavigne, Dragonball GT © Akira Toriyama
Notes: Bold text = song lyrics. I think I was on crack when I wrote this story......Why did I write this story? Oh yeah....Because I never liked Goten's girlfriend, Paris....Point is, I wrote it, whether we like it or not....^^;;;
Summary: 'She said, "See you later, boi." He wasn’t good enough for her. She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space. She needed to come back down to Earth.'
Sk8er Boi
Paris watched as Goten goofed around with the teens, trying out their skateboards. She smiled. ‘He’s just like a little kid.’
She watched as he did fancy tricks on the half pipe. ‘We’re so different, though. Can we really make this work?’
Goten finally returned, a wide grin on his face. “Okay,” he said, holding out his hand. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, taking his hand.
He was a boi
She was a girl
Could I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can I say?
~*~*~*~
“Hey Paris!” a young blond woman called.
The brunette made her way towards the group of girls. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” one girl said.
Paris shrugged. “I’ve been going out with Goten for a while.”
The girls looked at one another. “You mean the guy who wears those baggy pants?”
“Yeah, Goten. Why?”
“No offense,” another girl said, brushing strands of her black hair out of her face, “but he doesn’t seem like the type of guy you should be dating, Paris. He just doesn’t seem right for you.”
Paris placed a finger on her chin, thinking about it. “You think?” she asked. They nodded.
He wanted her
She’d never tell
Secretly she wanted him as well
All of her friends, they stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his baggy clothes
~*~*~*~
“Goten,” Paris said, “can I talk to you?”
Goten looked at her, swallowing hard. He knew what that meant. “Sure Paris. What’s up?”
“Um. . . Goten, I. . . . .” She sighed. “I don’t think I can see you anymore.”
He was a sk8ter boi
She said see you later boi
He wasn’t good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to Earth
~*~*~*~
Paris sighed, shifting the baby in her arms. Grabbing a bottle on the table, she feed her daughter. That’s when she saw the picture of Goten on the table. Five years after she broke up with them, she found a new guy and married him. However, after their child was born, they divorced.
Bored, she grabbed the remote, turning on the TV. As the screen came into focus, she gasped.
Goten was on a stage, playing a guitar as he sang to the audience.
5 years from now
She sits at home
Feeding a baby, she’s all alone
She turns on TV
Guess who she sees?
Sk8ter boi rocking up MTV
Grabbing the phone, she called a friend of hers, telling of what she had just seen.
“I know,” her friend replied. “Who’d ever thought? I have tickets to his show. You wanna come?”
Paris agreed, and that evening they made their way to auditorium, where Goten was performing that evening.
Paris couldn’t believe how many people were there. ‘Wow, Goten,’ she thought, ‘when did you get to be so popular?’
She calls up her friends, they already know
And have all got tickets to see his show
She tags along
Stands in the crowd
Looks up at the man that she turned down
Goten began to perform, and Paris listened to the tune of his guitar and the lyrics of his songs, how well they blended in with the sound of his singing voice. Paris couldn’t help but smile, though. ‘He looks the same as ever, even for five years past. He seems like the same Goten I knew.’
He was a sk8er boi
She said see ya later boi
He wasn’t good enough for her
Now he’s a superstar
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face see what he’s worth?
‘Why did I ever listen to those girls?’ she wondered. ‘I loved Goten, and I know that he loved me. So why did I have to go and dump him? I shouldn’t have listened to them.’
Looking back up at Goten, she noticed him looking at her. He then smiled. She smiled back at him.
He was a sk8er boi
She said see ya later boi
He wasn’t good enough for her
Now he’s a superstar
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face see what he’s worth?
During the intermission, Paris was about to go, when she heard someone call her name. “Paris! Hold up!”
She turned around, seeing Goten. “Hi, Goten,” she replied, pushing strands of her brown bangs out of her eyes. “How are you?”
“I’m good. I haven’t seen you in a long time. How have you been?”
“Oh, I’ve been. . .”
“Goten!”
Both turned around to see a young, blue haired woman coming up to them. Goten smiled, arms open as she jumped to him.
Paris watched as they kissed. Pulling back, Goten said to her, “Paris, this is Bra.”
Bra held out her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said.
Paris grasped her hand. “Likewise,” she answered.
“Bra and I have been going out for a long time,” the young Son said, smiling at the blue haired girl.
“Five years, in fact,” Bra replied.
Paris nodded idly. “That’s nice. Well, I must be going now. It was nice meeting you, Bra.”
“Aren’t you staying for the rest of the show?” Goten asked.
Paris put on a fake smile. “I can’t. I have to get home. It was nice seeing you again, Goten.” And with that, she left.
Sorry girl but you missed out
Well, tough luck, that boi’s mine now
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends
Too bad that you couldn’t see
See the man that boi could be
There is more than meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside
Goten and Bra watched as Paris left. “Huh. . . .” Goten said.
Bra looked up at him. “What’s up?” Bra asked.
“Well, she left in such a hurry, I didn’t have a chance to ask her if she wanted to come to our wedding.”
He’s just a boi
And I’m just a girl
Could I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love, haven’t you heard
How we rock each other’s world?
Bra shrugged, kissing Goten on the lips. Pulling back, she replied, “Just as well. Don’t you think we have enough guests for the wedding?”
Thinking about it, the Son replied, “I suppose. Oh well. I better get back to the show.”
The young Brief smiled. “I’ll be waiting backstage after you finish.”
I’m with the sk8er boi
I said see you later boi
I’ll be backstage after the show
I’ll be at our studio
Singing the song we wrote
About the girl you used to know
Leaning down, he kissed her cheek. “I know,” he replied. Pulling something from his pocket, he handed it to her. “Here.”
“What’s this?”
“Lyrics for our next song. After the show, we’ll go to the recording studio to record it.”
“Okay.” She turned to leave, but stopped suddenly. “Hey Goten?” she said.
Goten turned around to look at her. “What’s up?”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you. Who was that girl we just saw?”
He shrugged. “Just some girl I knew.”
I’m with the sk8er boi
I said see you later boi
I’ll be backstage after the show
I’ll be at our studio
Singing the song we wrote
About the girl you used to know
The End
Fandom: Dragonball GT
Character(s): Paris, Son Goten, Bra Briefs
Genre: Drama, romance, and possibly some angst (not a lot)
Rating: K/G
Disclaimers: "Sk8er Boi" © Avril Lavigne, Dragonball GT © Akira Toriyama
Notes: Bold text = song lyrics. I think I was on crack when I wrote this story......Why did I write this story? Oh yeah....Because I never liked Goten's girlfriend, Paris....Point is, I wrote it, whether we like it or not....^^;;;
Summary: 'She said, "See you later, boi." He wasn’t good enough for her. She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space. She needed to come back down to Earth.'
Sk8er Boi
Paris watched as Goten goofed around with the teens, trying out their skateboards. She smiled. ‘He’s just like a little kid.’
She watched as he did fancy tricks on the half pipe. ‘We’re so different, though. Can we really make this work?’
Goten finally returned, a wide grin on his face. “Okay,” he said, holding out his hand. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, taking his hand.
He was a boi
She was a girl
Could I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can I say?
~*~*~*~
“Hey Paris!” a young blond woman called.
The brunette made her way towards the group of girls. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” one girl said.
Paris shrugged. “I’ve been going out with Goten for a while.”
The girls looked at one another. “You mean the guy who wears those baggy pants?”
“Yeah, Goten. Why?”
“No offense,” another girl said, brushing strands of her black hair out of her face, “but he doesn’t seem like the type of guy you should be dating, Paris. He just doesn’t seem right for you.”
Paris placed a finger on her chin, thinking about it. “You think?” she asked. They nodded.
He wanted her
She’d never tell
Secretly she wanted him as well
All of her friends, they stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his baggy clothes
~*~*~*~
“Goten,” Paris said, “can I talk to you?”
Goten looked at her, swallowing hard. He knew what that meant. “Sure Paris. What’s up?”
“Um. . . Goten, I. . . . .” She sighed. “I don’t think I can see you anymore.”
He was a sk8ter boi
She said see you later boi
He wasn’t good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to Earth
~*~*~*~
Paris sighed, shifting the baby in her arms. Grabbing a bottle on the table, she feed her daughter. That’s when she saw the picture of Goten on the table. Five years after she broke up with them, she found a new guy and married him. However, after their child was born, they divorced.
Bored, she grabbed the remote, turning on the TV. As the screen came into focus, she gasped.
Goten was on a stage, playing a guitar as he sang to the audience.
5 years from now
She sits at home
Feeding a baby, she’s all alone
She turns on TV
Guess who she sees?
Sk8ter boi rocking up MTV
Grabbing the phone, she called a friend of hers, telling of what she had just seen.
“I know,” her friend replied. “Who’d ever thought? I have tickets to his show. You wanna come?”
Paris agreed, and that evening they made their way to auditorium, where Goten was performing that evening.
Paris couldn’t believe how many people were there. ‘Wow, Goten,’ she thought, ‘when did you get to be so popular?’
She calls up her friends, they already know
And have all got tickets to see his show
She tags along
Stands in the crowd
Looks up at the man that she turned down
Goten began to perform, and Paris listened to the tune of his guitar and the lyrics of his songs, how well they blended in with the sound of his singing voice. Paris couldn’t help but smile, though. ‘He looks the same as ever, even for five years past. He seems like the same Goten I knew.’
He was a sk8er boi
She said see ya later boi
He wasn’t good enough for her
Now he’s a superstar
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face see what he’s worth?
‘Why did I ever listen to those girls?’ she wondered. ‘I loved Goten, and I know that he loved me. So why did I have to go and dump him? I shouldn’t have listened to them.’
Looking back up at Goten, she noticed him looking at her. He then smiled. She smiled back at him.
He was a sk8er boi
She said see ya later boi
He wasn’t good enough for her
Now he’s a superstar
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face see what he’s worth?
During the intermission, Paris was about to go, when she heard someone call her name. “Paris! Hold up!”
She turned around, seeing Goten. “Hi, Goten,” she replied, pushing strands of her brown bangs out of her eyes. “How are you?”
“I’m good. I haven’t seen you in a long time. How have you been?”
“Oh, I’ve been. . .”
“Goten!”
Both turned around to see a young, blue haired woman coming up to them. Goten smiled, arms open as she jumped to him.
Paris watched as they kissed. Pulling back, Goten said to her, “Paris, this is Bra.”
Bra held out her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said.
Paris grasped her hand. “Likewise,” she answered.
“Bra and I have been going out for a long time,” the young Son said, smiling at the blue haired girl.
“Five years, in fact,” Bra replied.
Paris nodded idly. “That’s nice. Well, I must be going now. It was nice meeting you, Bra.”
“Aren’t you staying for the rest of the show?” Goten asked.
Paris put on a fake smile. “I can’t. I have to get home. It was nice seeing you again, Goten.” And with that, she left.
Sorry girl but you missed out
Well, tough luck, that boi’s mine now
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends
Too bad that you couldn’t see
See the man that boi could be
There is more than meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside
Goten and Bra watched as Paris left. “Huh. . . .” Goten said.
Bra looked up at him. “What’s up?” Bra asked.
“Well, she left in such a hurry, I didn’t have a chance to ask her if she wanted to come to our wedding.”
He’s just a boi
And I’m just a girl
Could I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love, haven’t you heard
How we rock each other’s world?
Bra shrugged, kissing Goten on the lips. Pulling back, she replied, “Just as well. Don’t you think we have enough guests for the wedding?”
Thinking about it, the Son replied, “I suppose. Oh well. I better get back to the show.”
The young Brief smiled. “I’ll be waiting backstage after you finish.”
I’m with the sk8er boi
I said see you later boi
I’ll be backstage after the show
I’ll be at our studio
Singing the song we wrote
About the girl you used to know
Leaning down, he kissed her cheek. “I know,” he replied. Pulling something from his pocket, he handed it to her. “Here.”
“What’s this?”
“Lyrics for our next song. After the show, we’ll go to the recording studio to record it.”
“Okay.” She turned to leave, but stopped suddenly. “Hey Goten?” she said.
Goten turned around to look at her. “What’s up?”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you. Who was that girl we just saw?”
He shrugged. “Just some girl I knew.”
I’m with the sk8er boi
I said see you later boi
I’ll be backstage after the show
I’ll be at our studio
Singing the song we wrote
About the girl you used to know
The End
