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Prologue
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Ten days. Ten days since the party and Vegeta has successfully evaded him. He has canceled on all of their spars and all their training. ‘Cancel’ being used loosely here, since there is no notice he simply doesn't show up and when he does the chamber is already locked and turned up and doesn't turn off again until it has to in order to avoid overheating.

Goten supposes there were worse reactions. Vegeta could have decided to get back in touch with his inner murderous psychopath. Ignoring him (more than usual) was pretty tame considering who Vegeta was, or had been. But Goddamn is this getting annoying!

Goten now found himself having to train alone in the wasteland which was unsatisfying at best and self destructive at worst. He was only improving out of spite. Everything he did usually ended in frustrated venting, blasting the same cracked mountain until it completely disintegrated but no matter how much wanton destruction he caused none of it made him feel any better.

The few times Goten has managed to catch Vegeta he doesn't say a word. He walks past him, ignoring every word out of Goten’s mouth. Not that the brat ever says anything worth paying attention to anyway, but these constant attempts to explain away what he did were getting particularly annoying and Vegeta had no idea how to, or any intention to deal with… that. WHY would he- He’s my- Or no, he’s Kakarot’s- but I’m still his- his ...teacher? his…? He honestly wasn’t sure how to qualify the strained but constant relationship he had with his once-rival’s youngest son, but it certainly isn’t THAT!

It’s mid day. He’s been in the gravity chamber since the early morning and he can still feel the half Saiyan's energy outside the door. He's waiting there like he has everyday this week and Vegeta can hardly focus on the kata he's doing.

Goten lets out a huff of boredom and hears a loud thud behind him. It shakes the ground. He's only got about fifteen minutes left before it shuts off, five if he keeps that up. Goten has no idea what he's going to say this time, nothing has worked so far, but he has to do something. Vegeta was his access to ninety percent of the training equipment after all. That's all that seems to matter to either of us anyway...

The humming ceases and Goten perks up with a bad idea. The door hisses open and Vegeta looks down at him. “Hey Vegeta…” He reaches his hand back behind his head to rub his neck as he meets Vegeta’s scowl with what he imagines shame must look like.

Vegeta is much better at concealing his emotion than his brother, but it is there, subtle, but there and this time Vegeta does not walk past him. He can’t because…. When the fuck did he start doing that irritating quirk?! ….. How can they be so different and so exactly the same!? The pain of being reminded stops him.

"What are you doing?” He snaps. “…. Here?"

"....I just... wanted to train.” Goten forces a smile but it is clear Vegeta’s patience with him is already wanning.

"It is empty now. Go. Use the machine. Train." He walks past him and heads towards the kitchen door.

"I- but- you- Vegeta, wait." Goten follows close on his heels.

“What?!” Vegeta whips around before Goten can reach out and slow him down, “What do you want? I said it is empty! What is your problem?”

Goten hesitates as he watches the sweat drip so slowly down Vegeta bare chest. "I- I just-... it’s-” You’re my problem.

“What, boy?! I do not have all day for your useless stammering! ”

I’m actually pretty sure you do. He scoffs, “Do you even wanna know my problem? Really? Do you? Or are you just asking so you have something new to yell at me about? Because I’ll fucking tell you if you really wanna know.”

Vegeta hesitates and doesn’t say anything because something gave him the feeling that he didn’t want to know, but Goten tells him anyway.

“Well, since you obviously wanna know so badly” he pauses and struggles to force the truth out, “I- ...I nearly killed the last guy I fucked!” He finally admits. “Shattered his hips, probably his spine, I don’t know! But lately everytime I try to- to- ...I- I can't control ...Humans are just so… so weak compared to me!" Compared to you. “And this” he gestures to the gravity room, “it’s not helping! And I-... I don't know what to do! ...an’ I just thought you might… know… what... to do..." He trails off hoping Vegeta would finish the thought for him.

Vegeta's face begins to turn red with embarrassment. "Isn't this more a conversation for Trunks? …. or Gohan?" Or ANYONE else? He tries to walk away but Goten keeps following him.

“You think I wanna talk to you about this? You don’t think I've already asked Trunks? Of course I have! But... he has Pan and Gohan he- We’re not on- Videl is strong, really strong for a human. They got lucky, I don’t know, but they just don't seem to have this problem!"

"What on Earth makes you think that I do?"

“I- I don’t know!” maybe ‘cause you fucked my dad? “‘Cause Trunks’ mom-” The full Saiyan visibly tenses at the mention, "She never did any martial arts, she didn't fight. She wasn’t… she wasn’t strong..." Huh. That actually… this is starting to make a lot more sense… for you at least.

"I-” With flustered embarrassed body language he makes it apparent that Goten was right, he definitely did also have this problem, but he never did solve it. Only ran away from it with K- Vegeta briefly shakes his head and forces his thoughts away from his past failures to the young man he was currently failing in front of him. "She was strong... in… other ways- the relationship I had with my wife is none of your business!” I can not believe I'm suggesting this, “Why don't you talk to Bra about this? She is also half Saiyan and very inventiv-"

"Oh my-! How do you still not-! For the last time! I am not ‘interested’ in your crazy bitch of a dau-!" Goten is not prepared for an instantaneous fist to his eye socket, but he should have been.

Before his head snaps back, Vegeta already has his arm cocked back ready to land another blow, but he holds back when Goten stumbles and doesn't take stance. "Choose your next words carefully, boy."

The half Saiyan just slumps against the rounded wall of the GR waiting for Vegeta to relax but he never does. Why did I think this was going to work. It’s fucking Vegeta! Literally- “I just- ...How did you... deal with it?”

Vegeta's eyes search the half Saiyan's face for a reason to hit him again, but he can’t read minds so he doesn’t find any. He shrugs with discomfort. "I'm sure you'll... grow out of this… problem... if you keep working on your contr-"

"What? I'll 'grow out of-' I'm twenty three!!"

"You are barely out of adolescence for a Saiyan."

"I'm only half Saiyan! I'm an adult! I have a life, I want to have a life! I don't want to be an ascetic asshole who trains all day like you!"

"Tch. Maybe if you did you wouldn't have these problems."

"A-are you fucking serious? Train? That’s your answer? That’s your answer to everything! Isn't it? Bad day? Train. Anger issues? Train. Not getting fucked the way you want? GUESS WHAT!? More training! That's always the fucking answer!" And he's starting to believe him.

"It is how I have survived my entire life! So what the hell do you want me to say?! Be more careful?! In my experience that was never very effective!" He silently curses himself for the truth as soon as it leaves him.

“Then what was?! Obviously you managed somehow!”

Vegeta looks away and never answers. He bottles up because he couldn't stand this conversation anymore. It was driving him to think about things he hated thinking about. Things he wished he could have said, things he'd never been able to fix, things he’d never dealt with, pushed away deep and out of sight.

Goten lets out a sharp dry noise of exasperation over Vegeta’s unwillingness to come to the obvious, convenient, solution that would help us both.

"Vegeta” he tries in one final desperate plea, “I want- I need…something- someone to take the edge off and I was just ...thinkin’ since you’re…. strong" He laughs nervously while Vegeta begins to recoil at the uncomfortable disconcerting words fumbling from the half saiyan’s mouth. “...maybe you also... need-”

He doesn't understand how Goten could even consider what he was suggesting and it unsettles him more when he finally looks up at him because of who he looked like. “Stop. Goten.” Vegeta rubs at the creases on his forehead as he considers a possible response for such an inappropriate request, “I do not know what I have done to give you any indication that I train with you for any other reason than to shape you as a warrior, but I assure you that is not the case and I can no longer continue training you. In fact" he exhales deeply, "I think you should go home."

The half doesn’t move. “W-what?”

“Go home, Goten.”

“But this is… my....” He watches Vegeta walk away into the compound. “Fine! I don't need your stupid training anyway!”
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An hour later Goten is in the guest room he has lived in since childhood laying on bed putting off packing instead, wondering if Vegeta would change his answer if he told him he knew. Not that he had the emotional energy for another argument right now or felt his chances of success were very high at the moment, but it sure beat thinking about where he’d rather go: Gohan’s… or my mother’s? Uhg. Fuck. And what am I gonna tell Trunks? ‘Yeah so your dad kinda kicked me out because after calling your sister a crazy bitch (which she is) I made probably the worse pass of my life at him and uh, well, shockingly he said no! Ha! So crazy right? I mean what’s with him!? Who turns down a super Saiyan?’ … He looks at his phone and begins tapping out a message, but he never sends it. Draft number eight.

He throws a small ki ball up toward the ceiling then catches it when it comes back down. And again he throws it as he simmers over his miserable failure. You were eager enough to jump my father at the first sign of him. Didn’t even have to say anything. Then again, he wasn't his father, as much as everyone wanted to think so. Except for Vegeta. Ironic. One throw too hard sends the ki ball right through the ceiling. He rolls his eyes, sighs and he gets up brushing the drywall off his face.

He begins idly sorting through his clothes, tossing some aside and some toward a small duffle bag until he finds himself staring at orange. At least I got one good run out of it. He puts on one of the faded blue weighted wristbands and snorts at how light it is. I can't believe he trained with these. He picks up the shirt and frowns at the red stains running down the front. … Maybe I could get away with just wearing the pants. He picks them up and inspects their wearability. Honestly, if we fought again before hand, I could probably still-

His thoughts are interrupted by a light tapping at the door. His pulse quickens when he realizes who it is. He frantically begins stuffing the shirt and pants into his bag.

The knocking continues, "Goten." says a stern quiet voice.

"Yeah just a sec-" he scrambles to his feet and starts piling clothes on top the duffel to cover the orange, then kicks it away.

"Goten?"

"I'm packing. I thought you wanted me to leave." He says sharpley as the door opens.

"I…” Vegeta pauses as he takes in the site of a room he’s not sure he recalls ever seeing before. He never had any reason to, it was easy enough to just scream at each other through the walls most days and the first thing he thinks is…. Disgusting. Goten’s room is disgusting.

Every drawer was open, most of them emptied onto the floor. Everything was crooked. The bed wasn’t even lined up against the wall. Clothes every which way, no possible way to tell what was clean and what wasn’t. Every single piece of furniture was broken in some way or another. The full length mirror that had once hung on the closet door had been shattered and its pieces deeply embedded into the carpeting letting Vegeta know it had been broken for quite some time. Months. Maybe years. There wasn’t a single bit of clear usable surface space. He looks to his left and picks up a plate that just as he suspected was stuck to the pizza box underneath. He sets it back down and looks up at the newest damage to Goten’s ceiling. What… the…. fu-

Goten has followed Vegeta’s thought process through all of this because it is written all over his face. “Well? Did you need something? Or did you just stop by to organize my life for me by staring at it?”

“I- no.” How do you live like this? “I came to tell you that I've changed my mind. Not about-” He looks at the floor with a scowl. "I’ve decided I can continue to train you… to let you use the gravity chamber. If you want.” Gohan always had the Namekian… But Goten has... If I don't at least try to guide this pain in the ass... “I know... control is difficult. It... was difficult for me too.”

"Oh." There is a long awkward pause.

"You... don't have to. I will not force you. And you can...” his gaze scans again over the various scattered mostly damaged contents of his room, “stay... if you need to." He adds somewhat reluctantly.

"No, no. Yeah, that’s- uh- thanks. …. ‘preciate that." Well that’s gonna makes things easier. “I’m- yeah, I'm sorry ‘bout earlier… I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re right. More training is exactly what I need.” He says a little too enthusiastically for someone who’d just been rejected.

Vegeta nods slowly then tilts his head curiously when something about Goten catches his attention. Goten follows his line of sight to his wrist; to the blue cloth on his wrist. Shit-

"Is that- You kept those?” He asks with surprise. He has to stop himself from immediately asking to see it. Why he has it. How long he’s had it. Why is he wearing it-? Careful dark eyes begin searching his room for the other but instead spot a dark blue sash laying on the floor half hidden under the bed, missed in the rush to hide orange.

“No, it’s just-” Oh shit-

Goten watches, his heart thumping out of his chest in fear, Vegeta pick up the sash. “I didn’t know you kept it....” He says softly wrapping his fingers into the cloth, “Where’s the rest?” He looks around with particular interest in Goten’s closet which was empty except for the bag that had been kicked there.

“What do you want to see it for?” Goten snaps defensively.

“I- ...Because it’s- it’s- ...” He scoffs, “I’m not going to damage it, Goten, where’s the rest?”

Yeaah, you kinda already did though… “I don’t have it.”

“But you have... his sash.” He looks down at the wear and tear of battles past. And blood. Wait, blood? He squints at the deep red spots. “...Goten.” He says without looking up. “Where did you get this?”

“Gohan ...gave it to me.”

Vegeta shakes his head doubtfully as he takes a step toward the half close enough to see blood on the wristband too. “Goten… where did you get this? ...Did you find this?” He takes Goten’s resounding nervous silence as a yes and his eyes widen in shock, “Where? Where did you find this?!" Vegeta starts backing him into the wall.

"I-" Nervous laughter escapes him. "I didn’t- I already told you, Gohan, he-"

"Goten! Where did you find this? He was here?! He was! I knew he-” No. He couldn't have been. Goten- that morning- said- Vegeta backs off as he sorts through his confusion, But if Kakarot never- he stares down at the sash, Then how- ...who-

There was an audible snapping from inside Vegeta's head as the pieces finally clicked together, "You..." He turns back towards Goten very very slowly. Goten forces a sheepish grin hoping Vegeta had not just figured out what he think he did.

“YOU!?!” Vegeta flashes into super Saiyan and launches at the half Saiyan taking through three walls outside.

Vegeta's sudden barrage of hits is uncoordinated but they are hard and heavy. Over and over again his fists land on Goten's face, his energy is surging crackling in the air around them. Goten is able to block the worst of them but even the ones that make it through are of bone cracking strength.

He manages to power up and get a hard elbow into Vegeta's jaw knocking his head to the side disrupting his volley. His first thought is to escape and make a break for it and he does but Vegeta is fueled by an anger. He catches Goten and pins him onto his stomach.

"You think- You fuckin' think you can mess with other people's lives!? Who the fuck are you!? I fucking raised you!!!"

He grips Goten's tied back hair and pulls up lifting the upper half of his body off the ground along with it. Goten struggles to reach back, trying to break Vegeta's hold. He screams out in agony as the full Saiyan pulls harder. He can hear his back starting to pop while blood drips in a steady stream from his mouth to a pool on the ground.

"You piece of shit! I gave you everything I gave to Trunks! And this is how-" He can't even get out the words as he slams his fist into Goten’s back, "You knew!? How did you know?! No one knew but her! NO ONE!" His deep gruff voice was cracking under the volume and the weight of realization. Goten only screams in response.

“HOW DID YOU KNOW?!”

“You say- AAH! YousayhisnameinyoursleepAAAAH- I heard it- I saw you- but I didn't-!" Vegeta pulls up harder on his hair, "I didn't know for sure until-! Ahhh- until- AAAAAAHHH-!"

"Until I was too fucked up to tell the difference?! And told you myself?! And for what?!" He roars into his ear. “So you could-!? You used me?! For- you planned this! You waited! Until I was-! AHH!” He begins smashing Goten’s face into the ground over and over again until the concrete below him was dust. Goten can barely recall what day it is or what his name when he stops smashing his head in favor of wailing on his kidneys.

Worse though, than the feeling of pain now surging through his body, was the other feeling that accompanied it when Vegeta stopped hitting him and instead leaned against him, chest on back, his mouth almost touching his ear. Fff- yes- Goten’s already bruising back instinctively arches in response. Now fuck m-Wait, what?

"You sick son of a bitch.” Vegeta begins to speak in a low deadly voice that makes Goten want to bite his lip and dig his fingers into the ground. He whimpers in confusion. Why is this making me-

“I’m gonna fucking kill you for what you d- … .. .”

And then the whole world stopped. Everything is silent. The pain. The adrenaline. The hatred. The shameless uncomfortable pleasure in it all. For one long quiet moment everything is muted because in that moment another energy, one neither of them had felt in over a decade, blinked into existence.

It's quiet at first, Vegeta's dry mirthless laughter, but it grows louder, almost manic until he interrupts himself, "He always had good timing."

Goten doesn't struggle. He couldn't. Not even when he feels the heat of Vegeta’s ki. He is too overwhelmed by shock. And he thinks this is the moment he is going to die. This is his execution and it was almost poetic. Dying just in time for his father to come back. But the ki never touches his skin. Instead, the air around him fills with a choking putrid smell and his face hits the floor, finally released from the tension of Vegeta’s fist.

“There.” Vegeta rolls off allowing the half Saiyan to quickly get back to his feet. “Now no one will mistake you.” He faces Vegeta and gets into stance with his left eye already swollen shut, his nose shattered and his lip split in several places but Vegeta never stands. He lays there staring at the sky.

"Go home, Goten. Go home and see if he’s glad he just saved your miserable life.”

Goten lifts his hand to his hair then backs away slowly. He breaks into a sprint across the yard until he clears Capsule Corp. property and takes off.
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He can't see where he's going. Far too much blood, sweat and swelling all over his face. He knows about where he should be though as he comes to a stop. He stays frozen in the air, not far from the ki he had been heading towards as something painful begins to well up inside him. He runs his fingers through his hair over and over and over again even though they keep getting caught as he tries to hold down the knot of tension in his throat.

He is saved by the distraction of Gohan's fast approaching energy that he doesn’t have the physical or mental wherewithal to try and avoid.

"'Ten! 'Ten, do you feel it? He’s-” Gohan is breathless when he reaches him, “What are you-?”

“Gohan, can I... stay with you? For a few days?"

“I- what?” Gohan's jaw drops when his little brother hesitantly turns to face him, “Oh my god!! Goten! What th- Your face! And your hair? What- Are you ok?"

Right on cue, protective brother. "Shut up. I’m fine.” He mumbles. “It's just from... training.”

"Training? Wh-? But Goten, your hair- "

"Yeah! I know! ...My hair." He says quietly.

“Who did this? How did- You’re still bleeding, did this happen just now?! ...Ten, did Veget-”

“Gohan! I said shut up! Don’t fucking worry about it right now. I’m fine. I just need… a place to stay.”

Gohan does nothing to hide his open concern. There is no way that is from ‘training’ “Yeah... Of course you can stay with us.” But he also knows arguing won’t get them anywhere Maybe it looks worse than it is…? He rubs the bridge of nose and adjusts his glasses before letting his thoughts quickly shift back to what brought them to this side of the mountains in the first place, “‘Ten… You felt it, right? Dad’s energy?”

“Fuckin’ duh. What do you think I’m doing here?”

“… And you’re... you're sure you’re ok? You were going to go like… that?”

“Yup.” He could feel the blood caking around his nose and mouth. “Just like this.”

“...I have senzu beans at the house if you-”

“I’m pretty sure this is a little more important than my dashing good looks, Gohan. So why don’t we hurry before he disappears for another twenty years again, hm?”

Gohan's brow furrow at his brother’s snide remark, “He was only gone fifteen.”

Goten smacks a palm to his face and immediately regrets the pain it took to make such a small gesture of annoyance, “wow, only- Like it makes a fucking difference!”

Gohan just stares back at him, keen critical eyes still assessing his injuries.

“Whatever. Let’s just go already.” And they took off.
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