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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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The pain in his head, his whole body, is immediate upon waking and he vocalizes his discomfort with a low grumble of profanity.
"He lives to see another day."
Goten recognizes the voice as Pan. "...wha…?" He looks around slowly with one eye cracked open.
"Feeling better?"
"No." Reality slowly starts to come back to him and he hides his face underneath a pillow to try and avoid it a little longer.
"What was that thing anyway?"
"What thing?" He mumbles out from beneath the covers.
"That band thing?"
He bolts up. "Band? Shit!" His eyes search her, then himself, then the room. "Where- fuck! Where is it?" He begins to scatter the sheets.
She snorts, "You're not gonna find it. Booze for brains has it."
"...Trunks? Why- …. Wait, what? What the fuck ha-?"
"Seriously?" He looks at her expectantly, "'Ten! You just like… disappeared! We spent hours tracking your ass down. Even my dad couldn't sense you until you finally powered back up. What the fuck. And don't tell me that was a new technique because I know you weren't training when we found you." She snorts.
The memories are still spotty. He can't quite recall what she's talking about, "'We'?"
"Yeah, but don't worry, 'we' as in me, my dad" She crosses her arms with a pouty frown, "and Trunks" she emphasizes her displeasure, "managed some discretion and fortunately found you before your date called the cops."
"Uhgg." He puts the pillow back over his head to block the afternoon light streaming in through the window. "Why are you here?"
"Why do you think? Because my dad made me baby sit you until you woke up. In case you like, started choking in your sleep or something I don't know. Even though Trunks said it wasn't drugs. He's OD'd on everything so he would know, right?" she rolls her eyes, "Whatever it was though made your ki freak out, like all-"
"Get out." He groans in response.
She scoffs at him, "I am, but you might wanna have something to say for yourself when your big brother comes home." She tosses his phone on to the bed. "It's been going off for hours." She kicks at an empty liquor bottle as she stands up from the chair she'd been sitting in. "Also how have you like, already trashed this room? You've been here for a week."
"UUUUhhhhhg, get out!" He throws a spare pillow at her which she deflects with ease as she leaves. He picks up his phone looks at the screen. He's groggy and the words still look a bit fuzzy to his sleepy eyes.
48 missed calls. He scrolls through them. Gohan...mostly. Trunks... Pan... He flips over to the texts. He has dozens from Gohan and Trunks all asking in some way or another where he was and why he wasn't answering. Then there were the texts from Bra.
Bra:
0205am Sounds like you used it! Yay!
0206 How was it? Be descriptive.
0206 Trunks was literally useless.
0206 Just woke me up to yell at me. annoying.
0215 I literally can't imagine what else he had in mind when I said I'd help you. Like ok so it has some side effects. Whatever, it's a first trial.
0220 Anyway, did it work?
1223 Omg. ten. respond. Dont tell me you actually fucking died.
crazy bitch, making me a guinea pig for her creepy experiments.
Goten:
0428pm I actually fucking died.
Bra:
0428 :D
0410 And?
Goten:
0415 And I'm never being the first to test your equipment again.
Bra:
0415 Nooo not good enough! Give me details!
0415 If you don't tell me how it affected you how am I supposed to improve the design. ;)
He frowns at her message, the winky face was not particularly reassuring, and walks himself backwards to the last thing he can remember.
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It's ten 'o' clock the night before. He's laying on a bed in a spare furnished room at Gohan's house staring at the ceiling tossing ki between his hands at varying speeds, intensities, sizes, colors, whatever he could think of. Not much of a training routine but it was mildly entertaining.
Besides, what else was there to do? It was Friday night and his phone was silent. Because he had put it on silent. Because he couldn't stand the explosion of messages from Trunks who keeps asking if he's OK, keeps asking what happened, why he moved out, what's wrong, if he wants to hang out, and-
Goten sighs heavily just thinking about it. His friend's concern warms him as much as it irritates him.
He hasn't quite figured out how to face him and all his questions so instead of explaining why living at capsule corp. was suddenly a health hazard. He lies and says things are just different now that his father is back and he's sorry but he's exhausted from classes. The same classes he hasn't gone to in almost a month. Still, maybe next weekend, Trunks. As a result Goten spends yet another night in his room doing nothing when he honestly could have used a break from 'home.'
Though it was starting to get tolerable. Or, it did once he caved to Gohan's complaints that his face healing improperly and ate a senzu. He figured he doesn't need the bruises anymore. They had served their purpose.
He extinguishes his ki and grumbles about not being able to get what he wanted but at least no one else was getting it either. He's sure Vegeta and his father won't be on speaking terms any time soon, let alone anything-else-terms and he will do whatever he can to keep it that way.
He picks up the only viable solution to his problem at the moment unless, or until... Vegeta changes his mind. Wouldn't that be fucking convenient? and twirls it around his fingers and debates the likelihood that Bra is fucking with him and the band does something completely different.
….Very likely….
He also thinks it would be satisfying to prove her wrong and break her device by overloading it with ki. He looks at the curious little thing in his hands. He keeps pressing the little 'x' to see what it does but nothing happens. It's not quite big enough to fit around his palm but it won't come apart either. He presses his thumb to the little 'x' again and sends a small jolt of ki into it and it pops open from a hidden seam. He clicks it on to his wrist and watches it lock up automatically.
"Hm."
Then it hits. He feels like all his energy is being sapped out of him, like he's being pulled into the spiritual ether along with all his ki. He wants to yell out but he can't make a sound. He struggles to roll out of the bed and collapses to the floor as soon as he does. He manages to crawl towards his desk where his phone is.
"Fusddv" his mouth is having difficulty forming words. He feels like he's the drunkest he's ever been in his life and impossibly weak, barely able to support himself on his hands and knees. His hand reaches up for his phone and slides around sloppily until he succeeds in knocking it off the desk.
He keeps slurring profanities because his brain can't produce anything else. He manages to pick up the phone but can't focus on the screen. He drops it and reaches for his wrist and loses consciousness.
His eyes snap open startled and confused as he looks around. It's 1005. There's a loud knock on the door and someone saying his name in a panic. He gets up only after several attempts and stumbles towards the window feeling weak and strange. He tries to pull the band off but doesn't have any luck. His senses are still fuzzy and he wobbles on his feet but his thoughts are clear enough for him to have a bad idea. He opens up the large window in his room and lets the cool wind hit him. With a little stabilizing help from the wall, he plants both his feet on the frame.
The ground looks a little further away than he remembered and it seems to shrink away from him the longer he stares down. The urgent knocking on his door accompanied by a whole lot of, "Goten! Are you ok? Your ki dropped! I can barely sense you! Goten?! Why is your door locked?" convinces him that yes, jumping, not confronting the source of concerned knocking, is the better option.
He jumps out aiming for the sky but doesn't make it more than a hundred meters before landing flat on his chest with a quiet thud. He groans and picks himself up. Effective, he looks at the little metal band around his wrist and holds out his other hand to try and conjure up a blast. Nothing but a fizzling pop of energy comes out of his finger tips. He shrugs before brushing himself off and walking towards the road thinking in this state he'd have to catch a bus downtown.
Gohan looks around the empty room, having shouldered the door open a few moments too late. He runs towards the open window and looks down finding nothing. "Goten?! GOTEN!..." There is no response from the dark clear air and he can't sense his brother's ki anymore it's so faint; indistinguishable from the millions of others in west city.
He taps his fingers along the window sill with worry before taking out his phone and begrudgingly calling the only other person who might know what just happened. Gohan would find out in that same call that person had, not five minutes ago, broken up with his daughter. Again. Or maybe she dumped him. Again. The situation wasn't clear. Trunks quickly slurred over it and Pan's indiscernible yelling in the background didn't help. But they both agreed to put that aside for now and help him look for Goten.
Gohan inhales and exhales several times very slowly before taking off to deal with the night ahead of him.
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Goten walks into a grungy, crowded dive bar that caters to a particular crowd. The beat is heavy; he can feel it from his toes to his head and there are already more people than the Fire Marshall allows on the dance floor. It was exactly the environment he normally thrived in but tonight the lack of ki makes him anxious and uncomfortable. He keeps calling on it, but it never comes. He has to do something to dull the intolerable feeling of energetic stillness inside him.
"Hey." He bumps into a short bleach blond haired man in the process of snorting something up his nose. "You have any more?"
The man looks him up and down with a smile, "For you? Yes." He pulls out a small plastic bag of pills and offers him one. Goten looks at the one with a raised brow and takes the bag instead. He dumps the entire contents into his mouth and washes it down with a random drink he snags off a table.
"Woah! Hey! Wait! What the- those were expensive! … You're going to OD! What's wrong with-!"
Goten silences him with a hot satisfying kiss. "I'm fine." The man looks at him doubtfully, "How about I prove it… by thanking you at your place."
"I-"
"I'll give you a better time than those ever could have."
He smiles weakly as Goten leans in and continues that hell of a kiss. "...Alright…"
The lights are bright, starting to leave trails in their wake. They keep catching his attention as the pair makes their way toward the exit. A fuzzy feeling was now forming in Goten's chest telling him to relax and enjoy the muted electrical current that usually thrummed excitedly through him.
The slick bodies around him feel phenomenal and he touches everything he walks by. Tonight's catch has to keep tugging on him to keep him focused. He is sweating like he's never sweat before and the crisp cool air feels like a God send when they finally make it outside. Goten presses his prospective lay against a brick wall with peeling posters and kisses him with a open mouth grinding against him, relishing the feeling of another warm body pressed against him. He runs his hands up the sides of the very blonde boy causing him to shiver. It is only once they pull away to breathe that the human notices the bracelet on the half Saiyan's wrist.
He looks at it curiously and watches a little steam rise from it into the cool air. "Cute."
Goten looks down anf stares at it too for the first time since arriving and notices that it's starting to glow. He tries to call on his ki and watches it pulse a little brighter. "Yeah, ki's pretty issn't it?" He slurs.
The stranger pulls back, "You sure you're alright?"
Goten laughs softly and gives him a hazy nod. "I'm Saiyan. I'm more than alright."
"Saiyan? Is that in Asia?"
Instead of answering, Goten pulls the blonde toward the street, "Which way?"
They're on each other as soon as they're through the apartment door. Goten lets himself be backed into the bed which he immediately falls back on and claims as his own. Everything felt so soft and good he can't help but arch a little, letting out a whine.
"Fuck me. Fuck me really really hard." He figures just in case it doesn't work at least this way the consequences would probably be manageable.
"Ok." The blonde laughs, "I didn't peg you for a bottom."
Goten threads his fingers through the bleached yellow hair with a devious grin, "I'm not usually."
"Lucky me." The blonde hovers over him with a playful expression.
"Lucky you." He takes the guy's hand and pulls him in close with surprising speed and strength for someone so seemingly inebriated. Goten wraps his legs around him and doesn't bother with foreplay.
About two hours and several different positions later the blonde can't help but stare down at the dark haired stranger in his bed with a strained smile. The human is panting, exhausted, barely able to keep up, "your endurance... is really... impressive..."
It's taking everything he's got to not get off a second time because he wants to satisfy this Greek god looking man who wears glowing bracelets. He has used every trick he knows but Goten doesn't come. He only responds with deep rhythmic moans asking him to go harder.
The blonde tries to run his fingers through his partner's hair, but is halted by an excruciating grip around his wrist.
"I-I just wanted-"
"Don't. Touch. My hair."
"Ok- ok ok, ah, let- let go! That fucking hurts!"
Goten releases his grip somewhat surprised the human's wrist was still intact.
"Damn, you're really strong." His pain turns into a casual flirtatious smile, "Those muscles aren't just for show, huh?" The blonde runs his finger tips around Goten's biceps.
"No." Goten grips the man's shoulders and flips their positions because this was alright, the band was definitely helping, but it just wasn't getting him there. He needed more. He needed something to compensate for the lack of ki because while the gap in power had been significantly closed the band did nothing to temper his need to fuck the way a saiyan fucks.
Goten stops and sits up on his partner. "I want you... to hit me." He says slowly, not quite sure if it was what he wanted but he wasn't sure what else to fill the void with.
"What?"
"Hit me." He says confidently this time.
"Uhh… like this?" The blonde hesitantly smacks his palms against Goten's ass.
"No." He takes one of the human's hands and balls it into a fist then places it against his cheek. "Like this. Punch me."
"In... the face?"
"Yeah." He sighs with a half smile, "In the face. As hard as you can. Don't worry, you probably won't hurt me."
"A-are you sure? You're not too fucked up are you? I don't think I should-"
Goten laughs briefly before baring down with a sudden peculiar seriousness that was just shy of threatening. "Do it."
"Uhh… ok…" He hits weakly and Goten's face doesn't budge except to frown.
"That was pathetic."
The human scoffs, "Ok. Fine." and this time there's a satisfying tingle underneath his right eye. "Shit… are you o-"
Goten rubs the spot with a smile. "Again."
The human bites his lip with uncertainty and throws his fist a little harder this time.
"Again. Mm-" Goten starts moving, going faster and harder than his partner could have as he is hit a third time, "Ah- Again." The human strikes him square in the jaw and it even snaps Goten's head a little to the left. "Fuck- yes, like that- again." He feels every sensory nerve in his body begin to light up with pleasure urging him to grind a little more urgently as he feels another punch. He tongues the prick of blood on his barely split lip and finally feels himself getting close.
The sudden shift in pace and intensity was too much for his partner though, "Holy-! Wait, slow-! I can't- Ah, yes! I'm gonna-"
"No- don't fucking come yet- Again!" The words are half way between commanding and pleading, but it doesn't matter. He feels the man beneath him tense and grip his waist as tight as he can, which wasn't as tight as Goten wanted, and thrust into him deeply, but not quite deep enough. He sighs and tilts his head up toward the ceiling in a poor attempt to mask his disappointment. He knew he wasn't going to get any closer to what he wanted tonight so he wraps his hand hard around himself and being more sensitive from whatever it was he had swallowed earlier that evening tries and manages to finish.
The blonde takes a few moments to catch his breath and pull out, "That was... that was insane." He exhales a soft laugh still not quite sure what to think about the hitting thing, but the rest was, " … wow. Whatever you did at the end was… the best I've ever had."
Goten smiles because it's been a little while since he'd last heard that. "Hn." He rolls off and splays out on the sweat and sex soaked sheets. "Yeah, it wasn't bad."
"Not bad? What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means… " he rubs at his wrist which is starting to itch and decides not to insult the blonde for being human, "... that I've had better."
The blonde leans back, skepticism and offense all over his face, "Maybe you should have topped then."
"No. You couldn't handle me." He smirks.
The blonde props himself up on his elbow with an expression of coy disbelief. "Really? You're even more of an animal when you top?"
"You have no idea." Goten turns away from him and tries to shut his eyes and sleep but he keeps feeling irritation around his wrist. He sits up and looks at the band which was so glowing brightly now it could illuminate a dark room. He then notices a small burn through the sheets where his wrist had been resting. Then a few others scattered about the rest of the bed. Not much larger than what stray cigarette ash might cause and he wonders if those were all from the band.
"You're still wearing that?" The man touches the band then abruptly pulls his hand back, "Ouch! Fuck! What the-! It's burning hot!"
Goten looks at the red skin underneath now beginning to blister then at his more than satisfied lay. Guess I don't need it anymore. Tonight anyway. With some effort he pools a small spark of ki into his thumb and presses it to the 'x'. The band pops right off. He feels suddenly very sober as a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck. Then he feels like... oh no I'm gonna-
"Hey, are you o-"
Goten bolts to the bathroom and starts vomiting up everything he's ever eaten. He's never felt so nauseous. The whole room starts spinning as he feels his ki zooming back into his body giving him a painful sense of vertigo. Sparks and arcs of lightning begin to crackle around him as ki rolls into and off him.
"Are you ok? Holy shit! Are you like- ODing?! Shit! Shit! What do I do-"
"I'm-" he pukes into the bowl, "I'm fine" he rasps out.
"Is that electricity?! What's going on?" the room is starting to rumble and shake, "Oh my god! Your- your hair!? (that's so fucking cool!) How did you-"
Every time he throws up he feels another wave of energy wash through him pushing outward in every direction all at once by his ki as it races through his blood back to where it belonged. He is sure there is nothing, not even organs, left inside him but his stomach just keeps heaving until he is left shaking violently against the tile wall struggling to contain what he could of the painfully dizzying energy transfer.
He thinks he hears someone else, maybe a few other people, where did they come from? when his ki finally begins to settle and he's able to power back down. He then passes out, still naked, onto cool porcelain.
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After a long period of review he sighs and hits the send button. The response is almost immediate.
Bra:
0442 What do you mean you didn't like it?
Goten:
0443 idk, it just made me feel like something was missing.
Bra:
0444 Yeah! Your ki idiot!
Goten
:/
Bra:
0444 Oh my god you're the worst!
0445 You probably didn't like it because of all the uncontrolled variables you added!
Goten:
0445 Ok well, having the ki ripped out of you feels awful. Feeling it return even worse. How about you fix that?
Bra:
0446 How can I? You basically made this test run worthless.
0446 Like, how am I supposed to know if your ki hangover is a reaction to my device or to all the drugs you shoved into your stupid face? I don't! >:( >:( >:(
He rolls his eyes and scratches at the light burns wrapping around his wrist. He quickly follows up with another message.
Goten:
It overheats.
Bra:
Fine. I guess I can work with that.
He scrolls through the other messages and sees for the fifth day in a row, the same question from an unsaved number.
"want 2 spar today?"
It only serves him right after what he did that his father keeps hoping to reconnect, to spend time with him and, uhg, get to know me. And here I thought I had learned my persistence from Vegeta... turns out it's genetic... And who let him have a phone anyway?
He tries, with his massive headache and turning stomach, to think about who he'd rather deal with right now... His father or his brother...
"sure, I'll be over soon."
He gets up and starts opening his drawers and rifling through them for a clean pair of sweats. He pauses when he realizes this might be a golden opportunity for a better test run. One that wouldn't fuck him over mind, body and soul. He tries to remember what pants he was wearing when he went to Bra's… dungeon. He shudders at the thought then pulls up a pair of familiar lightly worn jeans. He starts feeling the pockets and a small little ring with an 'x' on it falls out on to his hand. He smiles.
"You won't find it."
Damn. I have to deal with both anyway. He closes his hand and drops the pants he was holding.
"Find... what?" he turns around and looks at his older brother.
"Whatever that device was you wore last night." Goten feigns disappointment as his brother continues, "Yeah, I know about that. What I don't know is what in Kami's name gave you the bright idea to mess around with a- what was it? A ki blocker? I- I can't even imagine why you of all people would want something like that."
"Yeah, you wouldn't know, would you?" he mutters quietly.
Gohan walks over to his little brother, "Do you have any idea how dangerous something like that is? It could have been so much worse! So much worse. Goten" he pulls him into a hug, "do you have any idea how worried I was about you?"
"Oh." He uses the opportunity to slip the ring into his pocket. "You really shouldn't have been..." he shifts awkwardly.
"How can you say that? How-" he lets go of his brother, "'Ten! I found you in some stranger's apartment across town passed out in a bathroom that had been completely destroyed by your Ki. You scared who ever that was half to death! Not to mention me and Trunks!" Goten can't suppress the brief pang of guilt. Uhg, he had to bring Trunks into this. "Your ki was almost impossible to find until it just… exploded! I thought you were-" he stops just short, "I don't know what I thought!" Gohan pauses and tries to calm down, "But you're not getting it back. That's for sure." he says sternly. "And I-"
"Gohan, this has been a great talk. As usual. You know how I love these bonding moments where you lecture me about all the things I've done to disappoint you, but right now I'm late for a spar so if you could just hurry this up I would really appreciate it."
"What?! A sp- Why would you spar with Vegeta after what he did?! 'Ten, I can not-"
"No, not with- with dad! Stupid!"
"Oh. ... you're sparring with... dad?"
"Yeah."
"Really?" Gohan feels his irritation at his brother's usual sharpness start to drain away. He's tempted to ask if he can come, but he doesn't want to interfere with whatever fragile relationship they're trying to build.
Goten nods with an implied 'Obviously' dripping from his expression.
"Oh." He smiles with disbelief. "I guess... I won't keep you from that." Maybe that'll be good for him... both of them.
"Thanks."
"Are… are you sure you're feeling ok to spar? After last night?" He looks at Goten's pallor face. His pupils still hardly more than pinpricks despite the low afternoon sun.
"Oh yeah." Goten waves him off, "I feel super fuckin' great. Takes more than that to put me down."
"...Right."
Goten grins his fake practiced grin and walks past his brother out of the room.
Wait. How much stronger is he than dad? By the time the thought strikes him, Goten is already long gone and Gohan feels a cold chill run down his spine.

A/N oh yikes, sorry for the wait! This ch took a while D: definitely much different from my original draft. But wow, I am immensely more satisfied with this.
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