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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Holiday Cheer

The conversation about why they both keep finding themselves in that room day after day, year after year sits deeper with Goten than he would he liked. It has even made him wonder if there was another way, a better way, to get what he wanted, needed, because now every time Goten looks at the full Saiyan during training or brooding in his customary way around Capsule Corp. he feels the icey hatred encasing him begin to melt, allowing room for something ...else.

There must be another way, he sulks as he watches Vegeta strip off a ki singed tank top, to get his attention. There must be another way because… well, partly because the torn bloodied gi which now lay crumpled up in the corner of his closet was completely unsalvageable. I really had intended on keeping it...

Partly because while, yes, their affair... or whatever... was apparently so fubar it was exploitable, risking his life everytime he wanted to get laid was really not a viable long term solution to his problem.

And partly because, last but not least, it was becoming very obvious that Vegeta had not stopped thinking about that night. This bothered him because Goten didn’t want Vegeta to think about his father. He was the absolute last and worst person Goten’s accomplishents could be given to. And sleeping with Vegeta was an accomplishent. This... affair or... whatever it was... wasn’t something he was very interested in holding over Vegeta’s head as blackmail anymore, not after a night like that, it was now just… in the way.

So he left. Big. Fucking. Deal. It’s been fifteen stupid fucking years. Why are you so hung up on him? I'm stronger than him. I'm faster than him. I'm smarter than him, I'm BETTER than him! You’ve even said it yourself. And!!! I’m... here.

He doesn't even try to hide his stares when they train now. It doesn't matter. Vegeta doesn't notice. He has never noticed. Too caught up in his own pain. Nor does the gi fix itself. So Goten waits. He waits for another one of Vegeta’s rare lapse’s in judgment that even more rarely ever worked out for anyone. He waits and lets it all eat at him.

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After Trunks gives a sloppy but well received speech at the holiday party he realizes he's already fucked up and hasn't even had a chance to find Goten and harass him about why he didn't bring his new beau. When he finally finds a moment to wander through the music, the people, the dancing, the laughter and other fruits of his twelve to sixteen hour days he wonders if his mother would be proud, if he’s done right by the legacy she left behind. Several people tell him so, but the perfectionist side of him inherited from his father doubts it and mentally pulls up three or four projects she left behind that he could in fact be working on right now. The thought doesn't linger long before it is drowned out by the distracting festivities.

He bubbles past a particularly sober Vegeta, which wouldn't be unusual, except that this is one of the few times a year where even Vegeta let loose... Because maybe deep down he liked to enjoy himself too on occasion.

If Trunks paid more attention he might have noticed that his father also looked exhausted. Maybe if he didn’t work so much he might have even realized he was exhausted because he hasn't been sleeping right; he has been training harder than usual and for longer hours, sometimes with Goten, but mostly without. Trunks wouldn’t have known why of course, his father had never been the talkative type, but it was because he was beginning to fray at the seams over the concern that he could no longer distinguish dreams from reality.

I swear… he was really there...

But Trunks… is drunk. He isn't paying attention. So the Capsule Corp heir doesn’t worry over the sight of a scowling sober Vegeta among a crowd of drunk happy people as he struggles to find the other half.

At some point a new element adds herself to the equation and he is almost unable to stand now because she is hanging all over him trying very indiscreetly to drag him off somewhere more secluded, but Trunks insists, he must see Goten first.

"Ten, Ten, Ten, Ten." Trunks bumps into him and makes him spill half his drink. He quickly pulls him into the kitchen away from the crowd.

"What? You finally decided she's not enough Saiyan for you?"

Pan sticks out her tongue at him and whispers something in Trunks' ear which makes his face glow an even brighter shade of red.

"Pan!" He shakes her off, "Why don't you make my best friend here another drink, instead. Since you spilled it." Pan shoots daggers at him but complies.

"Actually, you spilled my drink.” Goten smirks.

Trunks watches her walk away with sappy glowing smile that makes Goten cringe. "I think I'm gonna marry her."

"You said that at last year's party too."

"Yeah, but this time, it's for real, she's like-" he slurs and Goten can't understand what he says after that. "Oh shit, 'Ten, I almost forgot! Where's your new boy toy?"

Goten rolls his eyes. "We’re... having an off week."

"Yeah? He 'not enough Saiyan for you'?" Trunks snorts and throws his arm around Goten turning him towards the party and gestures toward the crowded living room. "Fuck ‘im.”

Honestly, Trunks, you have no idea how hard I’ve been trying to do just that. Goten hadn't been obsessively tracking Vegeta's ki, but he was far more aware of him than Trunks was and his eyes immediately zero in on his target.

“Look at all the other possibilities you have tonight."

It's quite a site. A destroyer of worlds, a notorious planet conqueror, a war torn child soldier turned ruthless mercenary, turned single parent on a backwater mudball, standing with rigid posture, furrowed brows, trying his best not to rip someone's head off at a holiday party. Fuck! If I could just manage to- If he wasn’t so-

"Happy holidays, uncle." Pan returns and pushes a bottle with none of it’s original contents in it into his chest.

He sips on it before nearly spitting it out. "What did you put in this?"

Pan laughs, “Secret recipe.”

“Tastes like shit.” He takes another swig and exhales with a sour taste in his mouth.

"You didn’t make me one?” Trunks whines.

“No, because you don’t need it.” she glares at her only sometimes significant other.

Trunks scoffs, “What? I’m not even as drunk as I was last year. I even finished the speech.”

Pan begins sarcastically clapping her hands in applause, “What an improvement-”

Trunks frowns, “I’ve cut down-”

“The only thing you’ve downed are, like, the three bottles before I even got here.”

Goten rolls his eyes. Really? You guys are gonna do this now? What a fucking buzzkill.

“Yeah! Because it’s a party, babe!”

“You have a serious-!”

Goten interrupts before she can get another word, “Yeah, Pan, c’mon. It’s a fuckin’ party.” He offers the bottle to Trunks who reaches for it but doesn’t take it when he sees the look of unabashed offense on Pan’s face.

The ensuing unpleasant silence is then interrupted by a high pitch squealing that makes Goten's heart drop into his stomach.

"'TEEEEN!"

"You told me she wasn’t coming. You told me- you betrayed me- Trunks, why?"

Trunks takes a step back with a guilty shrug. “Sorry. I thought she wasn’t but she..." he sighs, "surprised me earlier.”

Goten doesn't even try to avoid the flash of blue careening through the room. He lets it smash into him knocking him to the floor. Goten wheezes beneath her trying to catch his breath again, struggling to dislodge her knees from his rib cage.

"Trunks!" she pouts, "You said 'Ten wasn’t going to be here!" She turns her big blue eye back toward Goten. “I knew he was lying. You're always here. And I’ve been looking for you aaaaaall night.”

“Yeah well, at least telling you that gave him some time to enjoy himself.” Trunks nauseates at the gleeful mess that is his sister. "before he had to worry for his safety."

She stands up and dusts herself off before offering Goten her hand. “I’ve never put him in any serious danger." Goten shudders a little bit remembering her attempts last year, and the year before... and the year before that... and thinks she might be right but it was definitly not for lack of trying.

His panicked eyes search for an exit or something he could use as a distraction, a weapon even. Desperate times call for desperate measures! He looks to his friend for help but Trunks has already abandoned the issue and slumped into a chair with Pan in his lap previous argument all but forgotten.

"Bra, how many times do I have to tell you." He tries to untangle her body from his arm. "I'm really not-"

"You don't have to play coy with me." She leans in to whisper in his ear, "I'm eighteen now."

He sends a final desperate plea to Trunks only to see that Pan has silently used the commotion to move in for the kill. Trunks mouths "I'm sorry" with a smile despite being dragged off to who-knows-where. They disappear out the glass kitchen door to the outside leaving him alone with-

"'Ten, there's music! Won't you dance with me? Just one dance." No matter where he looks there seemed to be big ocean eyes or lush sky colored curls in the way. The undefeatable weapons that could get her almost anything she wanted. Almost. “Just one. Please, ‘Ten? Ple~ase.”

She doesn’t give him the chance to refuse, she never did, before yanking him into the party and up against her curvy chest.

"Bra." He whines with discomfort.

"You know, ‘Ten-” She brushes a finger teasingly long the underside of his jaw that he instinctivly pulls away from, “I’m starting to think you don’t like me!” Then she smirks a very Vegeta smirk.

He rolls his eyes, “That's because I don’t! For the last time-!”

“Is it the dress?” She giggles at his growing frustration, “Tell me it’s the dress.”

“It’s not. The fucking. Dress.” He is a hundred percent sure he could not visuallay express more abject exasperation. At least she’s not using any tech this time- Is she? He looks around in a silent panic.

“I know, I know. It's Versace, of course it’s not the dress.” She sighs, “Hmm. So what could it be? It not like there are a lot of possiblities. There are only two reasons a man doesn't like me” She leans in very close to Goten’s face, “... I guess you must be telling the truth about not liking pretty girls after all."

“Only two?” He looks down at her doubtfully, “ ....What's... the other reason?"

"Wouldn’t you like to know?" She runs her hand a little lower down his back.

"Bra, please can you not-"

She pressed a finger to his lips. "Once dance. You promised."

“I didn’t!” But she forces them to turn slowly in rhythm anyway. "Why are you doing this? WHY do you always do this?"

"I don’t know. It's just fun to see you get so riled up. That look of fear like there’s no escape." She sighs with adoration before wrapping her arms around his waist and tugging him close, "And... I heard a rumor that you had a problem. I was just so curious. I couldn't resist." She presses him closer.

“You what?!"

"Relax, 'Ten. Dance with me. Tell me about your 'problem.'"

He looks around nervously and notices Vegeta was now watching them with an unreadable expression. Just kill me now- make it quick- He tries to escape her grip, but none of his training has prepared him for the feeling of her fingers clamping down on his sides. "It's really not your concern." He strains trying to power up as subtly as possible.

"Oh come on 'Ten. Who else are you gonna talk to about these things? Trunks is useless with love. Obviously. So who else do you have? Gohan?" She snorts. “Your one night stands? Yeah, no.” His eyes filled with contempt for her.

"Really?! Can you fuckin’ not-!” He tries to remove at least one of her hands, “Your dad is-"

"I don't care." She bats her lashes at him

He screams internally. This bitch!

"So tell me, are you breaking every boy you sleep with or what?"

He lets out a barely repressed noise of frustration as he tries one more time to tear himself away without causing a scene but she's half saiyan too and that drink is starting to kick in.

"What? Am I wrong?" He makes an angry face confirming her suspicions, "I didn't think so."

"Fuck you. What are you gonna do, huh? Are ya gonna try and fuck my problems away?"

"If only it were that easy." She frowns mockingly at him, “but you won’t let me.”

“Ha!” He throws his head back in disbelief, "Even if I was straight and desperate I wouldn’t fuck you. What, are humans not enough for you either or something? Can't they handle how much of a psychotic whore you are?"

She stops moving against him with very real annoynce painted cross her face. "You know what, 'Ten? Maybe they can’t and maybe, just maybe, you're not exactly the only half-Saiyan with stress management issues. And maybe I even had a few solutions to offer you because I’m so fucking generous, but now, since you've been so rude, I've changed my mind."

"What could you possibly offer me? An arrest warrent? No fucking thank you-”

She scoffs indignantly, “Who told you about that? Uhg! Nevermind! Fucking Trunks.” She rolls her eyes, “You’re right ‘Ten. It's not like I have access to the best scientific minds and latest technology. There must be nothing I can offer you."

His eyes widen and his mouth opens slightly in shock as she smiles smugly at him.

"T-Trunks could-"

"He doesn't know what he's looking for, he doesn't have problems. Or- not the same problems. And maybe it's something I've been working on myself, you don't know. Maybe if you'd been nice and danced with me like I wanted you would've had a quick fix."

He looks back towards Vegeta but he isn't there any more.

"What's a matter? Forgot to keep a close eye on your surroundings?"

His eyes start scanning the room, but there's no need. There's a chill on the back of his neck and he knows exactly where the last full Saiyan is. He sees Bra's face light up and feels yet another hand on him, finger tips digging painfully into his shoulder.

"I hope I'm not interrupting." The gruff voice behind him makes him wince.

The fear in his eyes is palpable, but she only smiles back at him. This is what she wanted. For rejecting her all these years. This blue... she-demon. She planned my murder.

"Papa!" She unlocks herself from Goten with a broad grin. "Of course not! We were just dancing!"

The half Saiyan musters the courage to turn his head. His blood runs cold because Vegeta is attempting to smile. It's not the same kind of smile you see on anyone other than a former mass murderer and it's one of his more unsettling expressions. The larger than average canines really don't help.

"Are you enjoying the party?"

She nods excitedly and dashes off into the crowd towards the food.

Goten attempts to makes a similar motion, but the hand on his shoulder stops him, "No. Not you. What were you doing with my daughter?"

It's so strange being intimidated by someone a foot shorter than you. "N-nothing."

"Nothing?"

He nods.

"That did not look like 'nothing.' Are you are not interested in my daughter?"

"No! I promise!" He holds his hands up trying to brace for the blow he knows is coming. “Please! I’d never-”

"Then why do you let her act like that around you?”

He lowers his hands and laughs nervously. “What?”

"….Do you think I will not approve?"

"I- ...What? No- that’s… I mean, yes, I am also trying to avoid being murdered” he mutters, “but-”

“I would approve.” He crosses his arms.

Goten snorts in surprise, “Oookay.... well… that’s...uhhhaha-” his brows furrow and backs against the wall still not entirely sure if he was going to make it out of this conversation alive or not because, I think I would actually rather you kill me than date your daughter.

“Even though you have made an absolute embarrassment out of her at the last three holiday parties by upsetting her with your continued rejections.” Vegeta frowns and stares at him with a rare perplexed expression. “She is clearly still interested in you.”

"Yeah, wow. That’s…” he laughs, “not how I would put it.” I’m pretty sure it’s pronounced, ‘assault.’ Goten shifts under the sudden attention he had been seeking so desperately and was now getting for all the wrong reasons.

“You do not return that interest?” Goten shakes his head, “At all?”

"No I- ...You... really don’t know?”

“Know what?” He huffs.

“You've trained with me since I was, like, ten. You see me almost every day." He slurs the last few words. That drink is really kicking in.

The shorter Saiyan looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to elaborate. Goten can see all the tiny worry lines burried within his pure Saiyan features just beginning to make themsevles apparent. It was hard to deny how handsome he was, even when he looked so tired. Hn. He doesn’t even look a day over 25.

“Oh come on. You’ve probably met more of my lays than Trunks has because you were the one draggin’ me home half the time. I even-” He cuts himself off, “Vegeta, how do you not know?” At this point it should be fuckin’ obvious.

But these things were not obvious to someone whose internal measures for attractiveness had been skewed and damaged by years of exposure to gruesome violent horrors. If he had ever felt one way or the other towards any particular brand of exterior, saiyanoid or otherwise, it had been long drowned in his flooding desire for strength above all else and sometimes he forgot he was relatively unique in that regard; that most creatures did not obsessively value one trait so highly.

Vegeta leans a little closer still a bit unsure what to make of Goten's interactions with his daughter even though he had noticed over the years that Goten seemed to prefer male company. He has to think about it. Maybe even exclusively- And it takes a minutes before, Oh! Vegeta utters a foreign sound in surprise.

“What?”

“I- ...Nothing.” Maybe it is a third class thing. Suddenly he feels a little awkward for pressing the issue. He knew his daughter could be quite a handful and did not always have the most stable or agreeable disposition.

Goten shakes his head. How does he still not get it? HOW? I've done everything but blantantly ask if he wants to fuck. You know what? Fuck it. Fuck it! Goten’s anxieties and worries about his own mortality in that moment suddenly dropped from his face as he settles on doing what was apprently the only way to get Vegeta's attention they way he wanted. He runs his fingers along the edge of Vegeta's angular jawline.

The full saiyan twitches and pulls back slightly, “What are you-”

He doesn't get to finish because Goten has pulled him in to a sloppy alcohol soaked college-boy kiss. There is a short moment where Goten is sure he has succeeded. He had found another way! But then a hand presses gently on his chest and pushes him back.

Vegeta's expression is complex and difficult to diffuse. The only two emotions Goten can pinpoint for sure are discomfort and confusion. He is just a little bit too past his limit to catch the rest. Then Vegeta is gone.

He looks around. The party is winding down and no one is paying him any attention. Bra, Trunks, Pan none of them are anywhere to be seen. Thankami because... did I just-
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A//N: This ch changed a lot more than I thought it would. Took a little longer too! Yikes! Barely made my saturday promise, but I think Bra's entrance and dialogue really needed a little tweaking to keep her a bit more consistant with her later... uh... interactions
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