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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Heart to... Heart?

Goten walks up to the gravity room out of his own free will. It wasn’t like Vegeta was ever going to make him train. He just expected him to; knew he would. Goten never turned down a challenge. His ego was almost as compulsively self destructive as Vegeta’s. Almost.

He stomach flips over as he stands at the door. He can feel the soft humming under his feet. It's turned up full blast. He swallows as he realizes he has no idea what kind of spar he is in store for today. Vegeta didn't seem genuinly upset with him, so he didn't think it was going to be a beat down. A quiet voice inside him hums in disappointment. The rest of him feels vacant after the events of the night before. It had never been that bad before. Vegeta’s ruined me.

The door opens before he can put his hand on it.
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"You almost had me with that last one." Vegeta chides sarcastically. He knows Goten is struggling, probably dehydrated, probably hung over, probably still reeling from whatever trouble he and Trunks got into last night. He knows this an awful spar. But there's no better time to train than when you absolutely don't want to. So he gives him a little bit of the edge to keep him invested.

"Stop going easy on me!" He shouts with frustration at the older Saiyan. They've been alternating drills and sparring for hours now and he's exhausted. He keeps getting distracted by the night before. It makes him feel sick. He keeps getting distracted by Vegeta. It makes him uncomfortable. Now top it off with the fact that he knows the full Saiyan is just toying with him-

Another wave of alcohol induced dizziness washes over Goten and he starts to lose his footing. Vegeta smirks, throws another punch and just like that the half Saiyan is out like a light.

It is a few moments later when he comes to still laying on the floor. The gravity is off and Vegeta is sitting against the wall near by. The full Saiyan notices and looks down at him.

"I never go easy on you."

Goten sits up. "Yeah, I know."

"But you're right, you’re a better fighter when you're sober." Better than I was at your age. Maybe.

Goten scoffs. I guess I should train harder then because your hits are just as hard when you're drunk. Goten smiles briefly at his own thoughts, then regrets them.

"Goten. Everything I do is for a purpose. To teach you something." Because your idiot father never will.

Really? I was starting to think it was because you had a sadistic streak. "Why." It comes out as more of a command than a question.

Because I don't want you to be like him. Abandoning everything and everything just because you can. "So you make the right choices."

"Since when have you ever cared about my cho-"

He put up his hand to silence him, "Why do you do this? Why do you fight?"

"To get stronge-"

"No. Not why do you train, not why do you do martial arts, not why you do anything else. Why. Do. You. Fight?" his scowl returns.

Goten is caught off guard by the candid curiosity in Vegeta’s tone.. I don't think I've ever... had a conversation with him that didn't result in an argument.

"I-I don't know. I used to... when I was little, because it was fun. I wanted… I wanted to be like … him. But now..." He can't stop a painful memory from bubbling up.
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It was one of so many times Goten showed up trying to pick a fight. The older Saiyan doesn't even have to throw a punch to put him on the ground. Goten stands back up,

“Fight me!”

"Why should I waste my time? Your father didn’t even stay long enough to train you.” He regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. “Why do you keep picking fights you know you are going to lose?” He tries to backtrack.

"B-because when he comes ba-" His words are broken by sniffs and his voice starts to crack.

"He's not coming back." Vegeta regrets that too. "Saiyans don't cry."

“I’ve seen you cry! Twi-” He is back on the ground. He didn’t even see the blow that had put him there. Vegeta wishes he hadn’t said a damned thing because he can't deal with the painful truth. So he leaves. He walks away from the broken angry child on the lawn and silently resolves to start training Goten the next time he comes for a fight because he was right, his father was never coming back and those kicks were sloppy.

Goten makes a resolve too as he flies home. If Saiyan’s didn’t cry, then they got angry. So, in his Saiyan anger he would burn everything of his father's. Burn everything he'd never come back for. Or whatever he could manage to get his hands on.
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"Now, I guess it's just in my blood. I want... I want to fight all the time. I’m… angry. It's just... instinct, maybe. I don’t know." there's a long quiet pause and Vegeta stares intensely at him, "you always said I was more Saiyan than human. Maybe that’s it."

Vegeta lets out a huff of laughter. You must be.

"Why do you?" For a moment the half Saiyan is sure Vegeta will ignore him, leave. But he sighs and pulls his gaze towards the ceiling.

"I enjoy it, but part of that has always been out of necessity. Every waking moment was a fight under Frieza. It's been a part of my life since I can remember." He stops and considers his next words carefully, "When I met Kakarot it became about pride. I couldn't stand being bested by him. I'm the Prince of our people. I had to be better. Now..." I do it to pass the time, to not fall behind... while waiting for… “I do it to train you. So you can be better than him too.”

His mouth parts slightly in shock. It's the most Goten has ever heard the man say about anything in a single sitting. “You fight… because of me?”

“If that’s how you want to look at it. It’s not like you ever gave me a choice.” Vegeta paues thougfhtfully, “Kakarot never did either.”

"Why didn't you go looking for him?" The words leave Goten's mouth before he can think about how invasive they are, how much they tease at the secrets Vegeta thinks are private. “Weren’t you two, like, friends?” Fuck Buddies? Lovers? Someshit? Tell me something.

“We were not.” he says quickly, “I cared little for our petty rivalry by then. I had no reason to leave and every reason to stay.” The full Saiyan gives him a sidelong glance. "Why haven't you? I always thought you would. I thought… that was why you trained; why you fought."

Goten frowns over the evasiveness of Vegeta’s answer while he considers his own. “No. Why would I go looking for someone who didn’t care? ...And if I left then I’d-…” He sighs, “I don’t know. I used to hope he'd come back, when I was younger. So I could prove to him... that it didn’t matter that he left, that I didn't need him. I was stronger... But now” he looks up thoughtfully, “I don’t even want that. I hope he is dead."

Vegeta says nothing in response.

"Do you really still think he will?"

"Come back?"

The half Saiyan nods.

"No." he lies

And Goten follows suit, "Yeah, me neither."

It's strange for Vegeta to look at this carbon copy of his rival and see that he is a completely different person. Someone who's probably more like him than his own son. Goten was definitely more like him than he was like Kakarot. Maybe that's... not... a good thing. But Vegeta doesn't feel bad for being so hard on him all the time. It's made Goten better, stronger, hasn't it? And it gives Vegeta a reason to keep training. Even though it hurts.

The older Saiyan stands up, "Goten."

"Hm?"

"Recover. I will not give you an edge tomorrow." He turns his back to him and leaves.

Goten rolls his eyes, of course.
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