#headchala

 "Believers, look up - and take courage. The angels are nearer than you think." - Bill Graham

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 The Shopping District became one of Goten's favourite places to explore. Whenever he managed to get the littlest bit of money, usually through finding it on the ground or was given to him by a friend when he asked for it.

 This time, he had bee going through his room when he found some yen under his bed. At first, he planned to buy chocolate with it, but then he realized he was getting bored quite often so he put his ideas to buying a small toy.

 He put his Flight time towards flying over Sector Six to Sector Five. He touched ground as soon as he flew over the wall separating the Green District and the Shopping District to save Flight for getting home.

 Goten had been on his own enough to no longer be afraid of going anywhere on his own. Back at home, he hardly went anywhere far from home on his own. Gohan, Trunks, or his mother was usually with him when he went someplace, but now he had adjusted to independence and he felt he was doing alright on his own.

   With a skip in his step, he started down the sidewalk. Now, if he remembered correctly, there was a toy store somewhere on one of the corners of the streets he could see. He couldn't remember the names, but he could keep a mental map of where he was going - provided he only walked in the same direction and didn't take too many turns.

 Finally, the toy store came into view and Goten ran up to the window with the biggest grin on his face. He put his hands up to the window and pressed his nose against the glass, his breath making fog and he wiped off the fog with his coat sleeve.

 He started towards the door, then stopped suddenly. Wait a minute. That Ki. It was faint, but... Spinning around, dark orbs searched around frantically in the crowd of people. Was it really...? Could it possible be...!?

 Then, he saw him.

   Goten gasped, shocked, hands covering his mouth out of reflex. He stared for a long time, almost frozen, tears welling up in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks like an overfull glass. He sniffled and his breathing drew rigid as he tried his hardest not to cry, but-

 "D-Daddy?"