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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
Category: Missing Data > Missing Data
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Chapter 26
AKA the chapter where Bra gives Goten the solution to all his problems while Goku and Vegeta really hash things out

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Vegeta feels Goku's energy the moment it spikes. He knew the first time they saw each other wouldn't be friendly. Not with how he left Goten's face. Damn bastard deserved worse! He bristles with anxious anticipation. It was only a matter of time.

He shuts off the gravity room and feels his hands shake just a little when pressing the small buttons on the control panel. His thoughts are racing so fast he can hardly understand them, can't think clearly. I haven't felt that ki in so long and now it's so close I could tou- He nearly jumps through the ceiling when he feels it appear right behind him.

Goku stands in all his blinding glory just a few feet from him, but it is Goten who catches his eye first. He isn't powered up. He's just standing behind Goku looking around. Orienting himself. Vegeta's first impulse is to blast him through the door. Blast him into space. Into another fucking galaxy! He moves before he has time to process what he's doing. His only thought is violence until Goku cuts him off with an arm to the neck putting Vegeta on his back with the wind knocked out of him.

Before his vision is back Vegeta has a blast ready but the gravity chamber door is now wide open and Goten is gone. He is forced instead to reckon instead with the angry Saiyan standing over him.

Goku pulls Vegeta up by his collar and rears back his fist, "What did you do to my son?" His voice is low and threatening.

“I didn’t know- I didn’t fucking know! It was a mista-”

Goku slams his fist into Vegeta’s eye socket. “What do you mean you didn’t know? Know what? That he was right in front of you? How can you beat someone like that by mistake, Vegeta?”

“I-” Vegeta hesitates, “What… did he tell you?”

"That this wasn't the first time! Or the worst! That you just- just attacked him, an’ for what? Because you were mad at me? Because I left? So you took it out on him? On my son?! How can you even begin to justi-"

Vegeta raises a brow, then starts bellowing with laughter. "Is that what he told you?! HA! Oh, that is rich!” He’s just as ashamed as I am. “That is so-” Goku tries to shut him up with another punch to the face but Vegeta can’t stop laughing, “No. No, Kakarot. He's the one who always picked fights!"

"Why-"

"Because growing up was hell for him and raising him even worse! But you wouldn’t fucking know that, would you?” Goku tries to throw another punch but Vegeta catches it easily and sits up. "You wouldn’t know that he just kept showing up here, starting fights, begging to train, because I was the only one who didn't have the fucking cruelty to remind him every day he was nothing more than the spitting image of the person he hated most!" No one thinks I pay attention! I DO! I know what that harpy used to say to him! I know why he stayed here for days on end! Why he was willing to endure hours of grueling training just to avoid going home.

Goku drops from form, “...He looks nothing like m-”

“He looks EXACTLY FUCKING LIKE YOU!” Vegeta's chest heaves with each breath, struggling to contain all the overwhelming emotions coursing through him, “But you wouldn’t fucking know that! You wouldn’t know that I did train him! House him! Guide him! So he didn’t become like you! Always running away from his problems! That I NEVER laid a hand on him outside of sparring with him until- He was the one who- who…...." There was no right way to admit something like this. His stomach turns at the thought.

Goku waits for him to continue but he never does. “Who what, Vegeta?”

But he can’t utter a word. When their eyes meet and there is a sudden collide of emotions. The deep cavern of anger and pain crashed into by waves of confusion, frustration, and an agonizing amount of regret. Vegeta breaks first. He can't stand to meet those dark pools of naivety always asking questions you don't want the answers to.

"Why did you do that to him?"

"He- I just-" he struggles to get his thoughts in order, bouncing between Goku, that night, the fight, this fight, he can't bring himself to say it, "… training… too hard..."

“You want me to believe you burned his hair… for training?! Vegeta! I didn’t even recognize him!”

That was the point. "He's Saiyan, he'll hea-" Goku clocks him hard in the jaw.

"Just because he's Saiyan?! You think that makes what you did ok?! What is wrong with you?!" his eyes search for answers, his brows twisted into a downward frown. “How could you be so angry at me that you-”

"I WASN’T ANGRY WITH YOU, KAKAROT!” Goku is startled by the sheer volume of pain the older Saiyan manages to put in every syllable of his words as he stands up. "I haven’t- haven’t been angry with you in fifteen fucking years! You weren’t here to be angry at! This wasn’t about you!” Except... it was. “It was him. I was mad at... him."

“For what?! What could he possibly have done to deserve-”

“You have no idea what your son is capable of.” He spits darkly.

“I don’t care what he’s capable of, Vegeta! Or how strong you think he is! That doesn’t make it right!”

“He’s not fucking right! I should have killed him!” he yells knowing he is doing nothing but digging his own grave. “I would have if you hadn’t come back-”

Goku swings and Vegeta lets it hit. And the next one too. And the one after that. He is laying on the floor and Goku is on top of him and he isn’t even trying to fight back He can block easily, but he doesn't. He could overpower him. But he doesn't. He just lets him hit Because he deserves it and because it feels fucking good to get hit by you again, Kakarot.

“Do you think this will win him over?” He finally catches a fist. Goku hesitates just long enough to let him continue, “Suddenly stepping in as the over protective father? Fighting his battles for him?” He sits up and pushes Goku off of him. “You left, Kakarot. And this won't make up for it." You left him behind. You left everyone behind.

Goku's face drops, "It's not like I meant to leave for so l-"

"Well, maybe you should tell him that, because I don't give a fuck!" He gets up and wipes the blood from his nose and mouth.

Goku looks down, still kneeling, and with a softer tone mutters, "He doesn't either."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because he's my son! And I should-"

"You don't even know your son!!"

"It doesn't matter! He's still my son! Everyone else just brushes this off like it’s ok but it’s not! And I don't- I just- Why would you do that to him!!? Especially if you-” his face drops, “if you raised him. What… Vegeta, what could he have done to deserve that?”

The older Saiyan says nothing and shakes his head.

“Was it... because I came back?"

"Tch, no. ...You just returned at a bad time."

"Then why?"

"Fuck! Kakarot! I already told you! Training!”

“What ‘training’ could have done that? You’ve tried to kill me plenty of times but you’ve never done th-”

“Maybe because you were just better Kakarot! Maybe I just lost my fucking temper! Because he’s a useless sparring partner! Always distracted, always complaining I was going easy on him! Maybe I was tired of it so I didn’t go easy and he couldn’t fucking take it!” Or maybe I just hate myself for the truth. Vegeta looks away. “I don’t- It was just… training.”
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He's on the phone as soon as he's inside the compound. "Ok, I'm here, what do I do?"

“Wait, really? That was like, really fast. I didn’t think you’d actually make it. Like ever.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Look at you though, getting results. You must be desperate. Or-”

“I don’t have time for your bullshit! Where is it?!”

“Fine, whatever. Go to the lab, then down the hall at the end and make right and you'll see a few offices, mine's the last one on the left."

He heads down to the labs and enters a large open room with wall sized computers on one side and several rows of tables with all kinds of gadgets and bots scattered everywhere on the other. A techie who was computing lifts his head and raises a brow but otherwise his presence is ignored. He finds the hall, turns and quickly heads to the last door on the left. It doesn’t open and he is prompted for a passcode.

"Don’t worry about that. I'll open it remotely." The door clicks open and he walks in. The lights turn on automatically, dim at first, but they grow brighter after a couple moments. The room is neat and organized. He sees a shelf filled with various awards and trophies, in the middle is a framed picture of Bra is standing at a podium hands on hips, in short athletic shorts and a tight sleeveless jersey. Her smile is bright and her hair in short pig tails.

"Did you get in ?"

"Yeah, nice shrine to yourself."

"Hmph, being Saiyan has it's advantages, doesn't it?"

He nods his head in silent agreement, "Bet you could go Olympic without breaking a sweat.”

She sighs, “but where’s the fun in that?”

He silently agrees, “Ok, so what am I here for?" He looks over at the desk and starts rifling through the drawers.

"Stop going through my desk. I'll tell you where it is. Turn and face the wall behind you." He hears whirring followed by a loud clunk behind him and turns toward the wall behind the desk which opened up revealing a small work shop.

"Oh shit, that's fucking cool. I didn't know you had your own shop."

"Yeah, well, I'm not about to work on any of this in the main lab."

He walks in and sees corrugated walls lined with different types of tools and equipment he'd never seen before. The steel table was covered in scraps and shavings, papers and designs scattered all over, nowhere as neat as her office.

"Holy- what is all this?"

"You like it? I thought you would."

Among the shavings were all kinds of strange looking objects that he couldn't even begin to identify although a large number of them looked like some type of jewelry or bracelets. He sees several sets of metal restraints, none of which looked like ‘restraining’ was their only purpose.

"Wait-” he snorts, “Is this your personal sex dun-?"

“No! It’s not!”

"I always knew you were a freak."

"Did you know I can also remotely turn on the security system for my lab?"

"Ok! Ok. Don't shit talk your creepy shop, got it." He smirks as he picks up a chunk of metallic rock, "The hell is this?"

"Whatever it is put it down. Don't touch anything unless I say so. …. Who knows what it might do." She adds with uncomfortable emphasis.

He sets it down carefully, "Oh...kay… so... what is it?"

"It's- um, you’ll see. You get to be a test subject for it!"

"What?! I thought you at least knew it would work?! You've never even tested it?!"

"Relax, I know it works. The question is how well. I don’t think it was originally designed for you, but it should be fine."

"Not designed for me?" he picks up what looks like a small belt fitted with some kind of metal studding on the interior side. "Well, it better look normal because I'm not going to wear or use something stupid." He looks at a thick cord of copper wiring hanging off the edge of the work table. He cautiously notes that it is hooked up to a battery underneath the table. "I'm not into any of that weird shit either."

"Yeah, right. Because I'm sure you're such a romantic when you're losing control of your ki, breaking the poor twink you convinced to come back with you."

"Ok, first of all, I don't fuck twinks. Second-"

"That's right I forgot, Trunks told me you only fuck Saiyan look-a-likes."

"What?! No I d- Shut the fuck up! What the hell am I looking for?"

She chuckles, “It's small. Looks like a bracelet. There's an 'x' on it. But otherwise it's just a metal band... it’s over by the drill press."

He looks at several metal bands roughly large enough to fit his wrist. All unmarked, except for one, off to the side, which has a small 'x' on the inside. "Is this it?"

"Probably, send a picture, I want to make sure you don't grab one of the scrapped ones."

He taps on his phone a few times and waits.

"Yeah that's it."

"This is supposed to help me?"

She snorts, "Who knows if there’s anything that can help you. But it’s worth a try, isn’t it?"

He stood there staring at the band. "What does it do?"

"What do you think? It's a ki blocker."

"Bra... a Ki blocker?" he doesn't try to hide the disappointment, "How is that going to help me? It's just gonna break."

"No, it should hold up to even your ki. I think."

"You think?"

"Look, ki isn’t an exact science, I’m working on that, but rest assured it probably won’t explode on you. Interested or not?"

He frowns, "Don't you have something else?"

"That works? Not really. I've been messing around with ki amplifiers, but they don't work very well on humans, I've already tried. You could just-"

"Amplifier? Ooh. Where are those?" He casually picks up couple of the scattered papers trying to figure out what was what. They were difficult to read and he wasn't a genius but he knew the difference between input and output of energy. He finds one with a detailed layout of something smaller than the band he had in his hand, Looks promising.

"You don't get to have an amplifier. They aren't ready and you have enough issues as it is. Trust me, it'll only make it worse. Like soooo much worse."

"Oh c'mon, who better to test it on? I'd be interested to find out what-"

"'Ten! I told you it's not ready!"

"Jeez alright." He found a small set of rings of various sizes off to the side near the bracelets. Most were bent or broken, several were in pieces but he found a couple that were still whole. He picks one up that looked like it would fit him and puts it in his pocket.

"Just take the band, go out and have fun. Tell me how it works, ok? Tell me if you're able to get your rocks off without rearranging some idiot’s insides."

"Tch. So all you had for me was a ki blocker? Wasting my time. It's going to break."

"It's not going to break. I built it. You should be on your knees thanking me like the goddess I am for bestowing such a gift on to the likes of you. First rate craftsmanship."

"Why don't we wait to see if it works first, hm? Is there anything about this thing I should know? How does it work?"

"You should be able to tap the 'x' and pop that bad boy onto your wrist or ankle or wherever. It might take a couple seconds but you'll know once it's working."

"Are there any... side effects?"

There is a long pause. "Like I said. You'll be the first to test this one. If it makes you feel better though, Blocking has been the biggest success I've managed with Ki tech so far."

"That honestly made me feel worse.”

“You’ll probably not grow a third arm made of ki.”

“Mhm.” He looks at the band curiously, “… You work a lot with ki?"

"Yeah, I stumbled on some old notes a few years ago. Trunks is too scared, doesn't want the company to experiment with it, something something 'it's too dangerous' something something 'I'm a total pussy' I don't know, that's just what he said." Goten snorts at her impression of her brother, "So I do what I can for myself. Anyway, you got it. Now get out of my lab. Before I kick you out."

"Cool." He walks out and the wall closed up behind him automatically.

"Hey, do you know where the GR monitors are?"

"Yeah they're in the right hand corner of the main hall. There's a control system over there. Why?"

"Our dads are beating the shit out of each other right now and I wanna watch. Step in last minute. If I have to.”

“Is that how you got in the compound?!” His smug silence confirms her suspicions, “Wow. How’d you manage that? Did you cry? Waaaah- Daddy! The Prince of Saiyans hurt me~” She cackles. “I bet you cried.”

He sighs, “Honestly I tried. But I couldn’t. Really would have pulled the act together though. But I guess he bought it anyway.”

“You are literally so fucked up. This is why we keep you around. Wait, who do you think will win? Can you put me on video!? I wanna see! Go papa!”

He shakes his head, "Yeah, Vegeta’s gonna win. My dad has been gone only for like... a few months or weeks. Dilation or something, I don't know. We're leagues ahead of him. Its kind of... pathetic. … I actually might not have a lot of time. But their kis feel normal so far…”

"Time dilation?! Oh my god no way! That’s so cool! How-"

He puts the phone down on the control panel. He can hear her yammering on in the background while he flips on the screen. The red glow of the GR immediately comes to life, slightly washed out by the daylight coming in from the open door. They are standing in the middle of the room and he can see blood on Vegeta's face.

"Oh shit." He can't help but crack a smile.

"What are they doing?? Don't just leave me hanging!"

"I don't... I don't know... looks like they're just arguing right now. Talking? Is there audio for this
thing?" He tries fiddling with the controls but it doesn't do anything.

"I don't think so. It's kind of old and I never cared much for the GR so I never messed with any of it."

"Hm. Well, they're just standing there… talking. Why… are they just… talking?"
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He knows something is missing, something isn’t right. But Vegeta hadn’t changed. Stubborn and difficult as always, so Goku also knew he wasn’t going to get the answer today. But he would. He lets the topic drop for now as he looks around and his expression softens.

“You know… this is the only place I’ve been that hasn’t changed.”

Vegeta looks up at him half relieved half confused by the shift in subject.

"...Do you want to know where I went? ...You're gonna hate it."

"I hate most everything you do."

“I know.” Goku's let's out a gentle huff of laughter, "Do you remember the last time we were together, the planet with the lakes?"

Vegeta smirks, what a hopless roma- then his eyes widened in shock. "Kakarot, how long did you think you were gone?"

"Weeks? Maybe a few months." He smiles sadly. "I forgot it was...like that. ...I just wanted... to clear my head."

And just like that the weight was lifted from Vegeta's restraint. He grasps at his rival's shirt, "Why would you do that? When it's already empty you idiot" and pulls Goku against him pressing their mouths together. "You idiot." he whispers against his jawline.

Goku hesitantly, and contrary to his instincts, pushes him back, "No, this isn’t- I can’t after what you did- and I just got back and everything’s-”

“Everything’s fine-"

“Fine?” He tries to pull Goku in, but his rival keeps pulling back, resisting the urge to let Vegeta do with him as he pleases, “Now I know you’re lying. Nothing’s ever ‘fine’ with you.”

Vegeta lets go and gives up, then grumbles out in a sulking tone, "Can't you just leave some things alone?" If you never find out, it'll be too soon.

"No, I can't." He walks towards the exit and steps out of the GR.

Vegeta resumes his usual scowl, his mood immediately soured by the rejection.

"Where-” he looks back at the open doorway, “Where’s Goten?"

Everything between them is so fragile, always has been. He tenses up trying to restrain his anger in front of Kakarot, "Must be picking up all the trash he left here." he says through clenched teeth.

Goku heads towards the door.

"Kakarot." The younger Saiyan turns around. "You can’t trust him."

"Hm. So you taught him how to lie too?” He asks but he doesn’t expect an answer; he is already outside. “He always did seem to pick up your worst habits."

...Ouch, Kakarot. He got the painful honesty from you though.
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"What. The! FUCK!?!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING?!" Goten turns and picks up a table that had been bolted to the floor and throws it cross the room startling several lab technicians from their desks.

"What's going on?! Did Goku get knocked out?!"

"NO! NO NO NO NO! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!???" he grips both sides of the screen and shakes it, "AHH! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!"

"What's going on?! Oooh my Goooood, 'Ten, you have to tell me! Who hit who?"

"Shut! UP!" he slams his hand down on to the phone, shattering it and denting the metal underneath.

"Damn it. You were supposed to fight... not..." he watches them leave the GR and focuses on their energy. They're coming inside. He turns off the screen and sprints up to the wreckage of a room he'd left behind. His bag was still out and his clothes still scattered over the floor from last time he'd been here. He is still seething over what he just saw though and he can’t focus on anything other than trying to figure out how the fuck that could have happened. I mean really, look at me! He looks angrily at the blue sash lying next to his bed and blasts it to nothing. He looks around his room. Hm. Maybe I just need… to try… harder.
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A/N: I lied to you in the title. And I'm not sorry about it. Also this used to be two chapters! Yikes! I felt overlapping it like this made it a bit easier to understand the timing ? eh. Bra is such a darling. She remains my favorite.
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