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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Bad Advice is Better....

It's hot out today, one of the hottest days of the summer but Vegeta still insists on sparring in the vent-less gravity chamber. "Environmental Challenge" he calls it. Uhg, and I've been having such a bad week already, why not top it off with a miserable spar? Goten narrowly misses the elbow flying at his face.
"You're not even trying today."
Goten shakes out his arms and retakes his stance, "I'm ready."
Vegeta is stone faced as he waits for him to make a move but Goten hesitates. He is distracted by the disaster of his most recent lay. That weak human actually had the gaul to complain during the act! ‘Slow down, you're hurting my wrist, you’re going to hard-’ Ahg! No I’m not! Just shut up and let me fuck you! So Goten did end up breaking the human's wrist. By accident... ish.

He'd always had a temper; an issue with control when he was angry or fired up. But only recently had it become a problem for him as opposed to just... everyone else in his life because now it was bleeding into his sex life and he is stuck wondering how Gohan and Trunks are able to do it with soft women when even the hard testosterone pumped gym rats he finds seem to break under the slightest miscalculation of his own strength. At this point, he can no longer lie to himself about how more and more often his training sessions with Vegeta are becoming an outlet for sexual frustration.

He is too distracted for the speed of the left hook coming at him and it connects with his jaw sending him reeling across the room. He slumps against the wall and rubs at the already bruising mark on his face.
When he looks up Vegeta was already at the controls, "We'll continue this when you're serious." The gravity lifts and garish fluorescent lights come back on.
"Aw! What? Wait, I can- c'mon, it hasn't even been ten minu-"
"No. You are sloppy and unfocused. Come back when you are serious."
"But- I need this! I'm so- I just- I need to work out-!"
"Then go do that! But do not waste my time with a spar you can not commit to." He turns back towards the controls and the room hums as it shuts down fully.

Asshole. Vegeta was always like this, since Goten could remember. Perfectionist to an obsessive degree. No slack, no room for error. He never put up with anything being half-assed. Nothing Goten did was ever good enough. He could ever measure up to Vegeta’s standard, whatever it was... not that I want to anyway. No one could. In fact Goten was quite sure the only person alive who could confidently claim any real-estate in his heart was his mess of a daughter who Goten felt was by far the least deserving.

Goten watches Vegeta’s somewhat prissy body language as he fiddles with the controls. He couldn't deny the shorts that hung low and tight on Vegeta’s waist, which was ever so slightly cocked to one side, had his eyes wandering south more often than he cared to admit. Not that the full Saiyan would be his first choice, because let's face it, the guy's emotionally stunted, but he was also strong and... handsome and sometimes if you looked closely he even had these amusing flamboyant hand gestures which were cute as hell and if it wasn't for Trunks and Bra, Goten would have seriously questioned the man's taste, but he supposed Vegeta was just... alien. Shame.

"Why are you still here? I can hear you breathing and it's annoying."
Goten rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his sweat soaked hair displacing a few strands from the tight band that held it all back. “Whatever. I’ll be back after the weekend then.”
"If you really want to get better you would train every day. You're hardly better than Trunks as it is."
Goten laughs at the outright lie. He outclassed Trunks by leaps and bounds and all three of them knew it, "Yeah well, I don't have all day every day to waste in here. I have classes, I have other things to do. I'm only half Saiyan."
"You're as Saiyan as you choose to be. Just look at your brother." He meant it as an insult but Goten already long held the overtly perfect human life Gohan worked hard to maintain against his older brother.
But at the same time, “...If I could really choose then I would choose not to be Saiyan at all. And yet… here I am.” He gestures to the Gravity room.
Vegeta sends him a scowl that could almost pass for offended, "Your lack of pride in who you are showed in your piss poor performance today."
"What is there to be proud of?” He makes a dime sized ki ball and plays it through his fingers. “You’ve never taught me anything about Saiyans. Except that you were supposed to rule them… or some shit.” he mutters.
"Tch! That's because-" Vegeta pauses and considers that Goten might be right but, it’s not like you ever asked either! "What… what would you even want to know?”
Goten didn’t expect to be taken seriously. Since when did Vegeta talk? And he debates how worthwhile it is to even take him up on a question, “Hm. Ok, I’ve got one." Vegeta raises a brow and watches as Goten tosses the Ki ball into the air and catch it before extinguishing it. “Yeah, actually the class thing... it got me thinking....... Was it just the Royalty? ...Or were all pure Saiyans" he looks at Vegeta with a learned smirk, "complete assholes?”
Vegeta sends a blast right over Goten’s head who bites his tongue trying to duck and not laugh at the same time.
“Get the fuck out! Training is over!” Vegeta yells, “I'm locking this room down! See if I let you back in here next time you show up!”
“Wait! Wait, no! Don’t do that! Don't- I-!” He stands and stammers not confident at all that Vegeta wouldn’t follow through on his word, “I'm sorry- It was- it was just a joke, Vegeta" He tries to laugh it off, play it down, but judging from Vegeta's face, he wasn't having any success, "I'm not- I want to train- please. Let me-"
Vegeta interrupts in a particularly biting tone, "Then why have the last four spars been your most dismal failures yet? Why should I waste any more time on someone who's not improving?"
"...Because..." ...wait, I'm not? His face drops and Vegeta crosses his arms a little sorry that Kakarot's brat was too stupid to know when Vegeta was lying.
"Goten. Do you want to train?"
He struggles over his answer for a few moments. "Yes, but-"
"But what?"
Goten shifts under Vegeta’s uncomfortable glare and finds it difficult to say out loud something he had been thinking about constantly and uuuhg to anyone but him, “I just... I- ...lately I’ve- It’s been- training has only… made it... worse.” He finally admits.
“...Made it... worse?” He questions.
"Yes….”
"Made what worse?"
Goten tries to find a more subtle way to put it as embarrassment creeps up his spine, “Uh… sometimes if I'm not... paying attention... I break… things... glasses... plates.” people, “And I just can't seem to-" take the edge off, "under stress-” in the heat of the moment, “control…. my strength. And training…doesn't seem to…. help." He can’t bring himself to say it outright to the only person who might have had a clue as to how to help him.

Vegeta silently considers the information. He briefly wonders if Goten is… lying? Or if something else was wrong? Because the brat never seemed to care about being destructive before… He’s not sure but he had settled on solving a similar problem of breaking things by simply training until he didn’t have the energy to break them. So that is the answer he gives, "I can... work on building more control based routines for you… if that is what you’re asking."
Goten slumps back against the wall, "Yeah, sure. More training. That’s what I want..."
Vegeta nods and doesn’t say anything in response to Goten’s obvious disappointment before swiftly exiting.

Don’t you have anything better to do or say than ‘Train?’ Goten doesn’t even consider his advice. Instead, he watches Vegeta leave, angered by the subtle sway to his hips, angered at the sweat glistening down Vegeta’s back, angered by the wave of heat that hits him, angered by- Why do I always feel this way after fighting, sparring, working out…? It really is making it worse! Fuck! I just want to jump the first thing I see and-! He looks for his phone among his gear and begins swiping through until he finds a dark haired muscle bound build that looked like it could handle him.

Lately though, they never could.
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