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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Home is Where the Hurt is.

It didn't hurt that on top of mind blowing Super Saiyan sex he also wanted to taunt Vegeta for old time’s sake. All those fond memories, all those wonderful screaming matches we had in the GR. The hours upon hours of torturous 'tactical drills', Oh! And don’t forget that time you tried to kill me! Ah, yeah... I've been missing all the fun we used to have together. Haven't you, Vegeta?

He is so distracted by all the good times that he doesn’t realize they won’t be alone until it’s too late. He pauses not far from the compound. … fuck. … I forgot about Trunks.

He was too close now to turn around. He felt the telltale blip in excitement in Trunks’ ki that meant he’d been sensed. Shit. His phone starts ringing. shitshitshit-

“Heeyy…. Trunks.”

Silence hangs for a moment on the other end of the line before he slurs, “Dude. What’re you doing? ... Let’s get fucked up.”

Goten looks down at the Gravity Chamber and notes that the agitated ki inside has also spiked in recognition.

“Yeah man, I’m-” The line clicks out. He sighs and heads inside.

Goten finds Trunks already half a case deep playing a particularly violent video game. Trunks turns with watery eyes that light up as soon as they see the familiar face. Goten is knocked into the wall from the sudden embrace.

"'Ten! I’m so glad you came over, dude! It’s been so fuckin’ long dude! Fu~ I'm a little.. a little-" He sways with a smile and lets go. "Sorry."

“Are you…. crying?"

"No." Trunks rubs his sleeve across his face.

"What, this time she dumped you for real?" Goten snorts as he flops on the couch.

Trunks scoffs and turns around to look for another controller. His shoulders slump when he picks it up and hands it to Goten. "...I hope not.”

Goten looks up at his friend’s solemn face, then at the folders and papers scattered around the room and suddenly he starts to feel bad for avoiding him. He can see how much Trunks needs this, a friend, as he plops down next to Goten with two bottles in hand. Goten takes one, decides Trunks is right. It really has been too long.

Goten sits through the, at times, disgusting details of heart break and reassures Trunks it's not the end of the world because they'll be back together next week anyway. Trunks eventually, after much convincing, nods in agreement and lets the subject go. By the time he has Trunks laughing again Goten has almost forgotten why he came here in the first place.

It is edging in on evening and Trunks, after a hesitant glance to his other half, gets up saying something about needing to take a piss and leaves the room. Goten takes the moment to carefully sense the ki he's been locked on since it left the Gravity Chamber an hour ago.

It is nearby, awake and moving. It’s trying to mask itself poorly, my dad was right you don’t hide well, but it was just low and quiet enough to keep in the periphery of his senses. He can’t quite pinpoint it until- there it is! Bright as lightning right behind him.

He's not expecting the sudden uncomfortable feeling of fingers running through his hair before they clench tightly around the shortened locks and snap his head back against the edge of the couch he's on, cracking the frame. Goten looks up into dark livid eyes holding nothing but ill-intent for him while sucking in a sound of pain.

A low dark voice growls through bared teeth, "Get. Out. Of. My. House."

He bites his tongue to distract himself from the hand on his head and grins up at him. “Why? You want to do it in the Gravity Chamber instead? That’s probably a good idea. We can just say we we're trai-”

He pulls on Goten's hair and lifts him up to threaten him more effectively since his first tactic didn’t seem to be working. “Shut the fuck up, you sick-”

"Don’t tell me you’re still mad at me." He feigns disappointment.

Vegeta’s grip tightens, knuckles white from the tension. Goten can hear Vegeta's teeth grit together, clicking with rage, "GET. OUT."

"Trunks invi-"

"I don't CARE! what Trunks did. GET. OUT!" The veins in his neck pulse with each syllable.

Goten smiles wider, "Ooh, it couldn't have been that bad, could it? I seem to recall you enjoyed it." Yeah. Get mad at me. Make me hurt. Make me hurt Really. Fucking. Good.

"YOU VILE- I DID NOT-"

Goten turns back as much as he can with fingers still locked into his hair, sporting a frown, "You did. Or do I have to remind you?" He can see the rage seething through Vegeta’s pores, and Kami, if that wasn't satisfying in its own way, making him look like that, "about how hard you came when I-"

That is not fucking fair-! I thought you were- FUCK! How could I have mistaken-? "SHUT! UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Vegeta raises his other hand but never brings it down.

“Make me.” Goten says in a low voice with a near maniacal edge to it and he begins to raise his ki. He watches Vegeta’s expression shift as it gets higher and higher. Yes. Fight me. Fuck me- "You know you want to-"

Vegeta smacks his hand over Goten's mouth. It's hard, not a mark-leaving strike, but enough to stop the words. Vegeta can feel Goten smiling beneath his fingers; smiling and... breathing... and wet... what the hell-? He lets out a noise of disgust as he pulls his hand away from Goten's open mouth and tongue.

Vegeta clenches his fingers tightly into his palm and cocks back. He wanted to end this conversation the way they ended all their conversations. But there was something wrong about this. About Goten. Like he wanted Vegeta to hit him, wanted a fight, wanted to provoke him.

And what would Kakarot think if I- Fuck! Kakarot! How do you still have a hold on me?! I can't-! I can't even speak to you I'm so ash- and the way you'd look at me... if you knew- If I- Vegeta hesitates. His fist drops a few inches. He can suddenly no longer bring himself to connect fist to face.

Even though he wanted to hit this nightmare for a Son so damn bad square in that shit eating grin. Even though he wanted to murder him, tear him apart limb by limb until there was nothing left. Even though he wanted Kakarot, being the idiot he is, to try and bring Goten back with the dragon balls just so he could have the chance to kill him again. And again. And again. And everytime he’s brought back- He cocks his head and briefly debates the thought with furrowed brows, actually that’s a good idea- Where’d she leave the radar again? He shakes the thought from his head and his resolve hardens again. FUCK! NO! I’m not going to fall for whatever fucked up ploy this is!

He decides to do the next best thing and pulls the half over the couch. He begins dragging him across the room to physically remove him from the compound.

"AH! Fu-! Yes!" Goten grits out through clenched teeth as he grips Vegeta’s forearms with both hands, “Harder. You know I like it rough." Vegeta stops, drops him and slowly turns around to face Goten. He lets out a deep murderous growl and he's so close to snapping.

Goten props himself up and watches the ball of ki in Vegeta's hand aimed at his face waver and he can’t imagine from where Vegeta managed to dredge up this self control because he’s certainly never demonstrated the capability to hold back before. Goten frowns and defaults to a tactic he did not want to use.

“I’m not my father.” Goten watches the ki suddenly disappear altogether. “He’s weak. Not worth your attention. Or anyone’s really.” Goten stands and takes a step toward him. Vegeta takes a step back. “But I do wonder,” he takes another step closer, "what he would think, what he would do if I told him about how you shattered my nose before pushing me onto your bed and-"

"That wasn’t-!” Goten watches Vegeta’s expression spiral down with guilt and rage and confusion and emotions Goten’s not even sure there were words for, "He would never believe y-"

"Oh he’ll believe whatever I tell him. He’s so gullible. But you already know that, don’t you? Don’t you.” He says with a cruel smile. “And you certainly haven’t done yourself any favors by ignoring all his pathetic messages.” Vegeta’s eyes widen in shock and Goten takes another step closer, smirking confidently as Vegeta’s back hits the wall. “He trusts me more than he trusts you. So why don’t we go to the Gravity Room where I can show you how much better I’ve gotten since our last fight."

They hear a door open and can feel Trunks’ ki coming down the hall. By the time Goten turns his head, Vegeta is gone. And he was not heading toward the Gravity Room. He was... Fuck! He’s leaving the fucking compound?!?! DAMN IT! Where is he-

“‘Ten…” Trunks looks at him with confusion and rubs his bleary eyes, “Was my dad just in here?"

"Tch, no. How fucked up are you? Maybe you should knock out for the night." Goten picks up a liquor bottle and thrusts it towards Trunks’ chest before sitting back on the couch with one of his own.

Trunks was wasted. He usually was lately and he wasn’t about to deny it because this was Goten he was talking to, not Pan. But his vision still worked and so did his ki. So as he watches Goten's hand shake ever so slightly lifting a bottle to his lips, he feels irritated being blatantly lied to by the person he'd just poured his heart out to a few hours earlier.

"So I guess you learned how to replicate Ki then. You’ll have to teach me that one." He remarks shortly. Goten rolls his eyes and takes a swig to calm all the adrenaline still coursing through him. He can feel Trunks' glare harden as he starts thumbing the controller again, restarting the game. Trunks gets up, stands in front of the TV and looks Goten dead in the eyes.

"What the fuck?"

"What?"

"GOTEN!" He puts his hands on his shoulders, "What the fuck is going on!?"

"Nothing's going on, stupid-" He avoids Trunks' heavy expression and tries to roll his grip off without success.

"Why won't you just tell me!?" He shakes him out of frustration. "We used to tell each other everything. I still do." Goten opens his mouth to respond but can't find the words. Trunks sighs and lets go, "I've called and texted and asked, but you keep dodging and weaving, until I give up. I even asked Gohan and Pan. What help they were, fuck.” His eyes search Goten's for a shred of an answer, "And here I am crying about Pan, looking fucking dumb because I thought you trusted me with your fucked up shit too."

"It's not like I asked for all those details about your relationship-"

"It doesn't matter! We're friends! No- you are family to me, 'Ten! It's what we do! Support each other! Listen to each other!" he pauses with frustration. "You think I don't notice you've been avoiding my house? and me?! Kami 'Ten! You MUST think I'm stupid and I can't imagine where you got such a deranged idea! I run the most profitable tech company in the world at twenty five! Who the fuck do you think I am?! I am Trunks Breifs! And yes, I might drink way more than I should, but really? You think I didn't notice as soon as I leave the room he's in here 'talking' about whatever the hell is going on between you?"

Goten’s heart suddenly thuds in his chest with fear. "I- did you... hear?"

"No, I was pissing a fucking river, but whatever it was it wasn't friendly, 'Ten. I'm not an idiot! and... damn, I've been waiting for you to tell me on your own because I get it. You're really shut in sometimes, angsty, emo whatever- I know you can't deal with all your shit the same way I do, but come on! ... Come on, 'Ten. Talk to me. … What happened?”

“Nothing happened I just-”

“What do you mean nothing happened?!” Trunks pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through it until he finds what he's looking for and turns it showing Goten a picture he recognizes immediately.

Bitch! She sent that to him?! ...Of course she did. and it suddenly occurs to Goten that Trunks might have been the last one to find out about Vegeta’s attempt to reshape his face.

“Oh. That. It wasn’t as bad as it-” He doesn't have time to read the surrounding messages before the phone is pulled away.

“IT WASN’T AS BAD AS IT LOOKS?! GOTEN! REALLY?! You’re going to say that to my fucking face?! When I can see EXACTLY how fucking BAD it was!?”

It was hard to look at Trunks when he was right. So Goten diverts his gaze to the TV then to the window, then to... anywhere else.

"This is not normal. If-" Trunks stares at the picture, "If you knew how angry I was at my father when I saw this- We didn't speak for weeks! I had NO idea your fight was this bad! I'm so used to feeling your kis clash and spike all the time... I didn't think- but this? It looks like he tried to fucking kill you! Kill you, ‘Ten. What is going on!?"

Goten feels a sweat start breaking out on the back of his neck. "There's nothing 'going on.' That was- tch, that was months ago. I'm here, aren't I?"

Trunks face scrunches with anger and he takes a deep breath before walking over to the window. He looks out at the gravity chamber, "You know he hasn't left that stupid room in weeks except to eat? Even that is rare." and it's getting worse.

“I-”

"But suddenly.” He bites out, “As soon as you're here, my dad comes out of the fucking woodwork to say fuck knows what to you. So, sure 'Ten. You can try, TRY to lie to me and say everything's fine. But I know you better than that! I know my father better than that. You had to move out, ‘Ten!" He waits for Goten to respond but silence hangs between them. Trunks finishes his drink and shakes his head. "God, you’re worse than he is. I've tried so hard to get it out of him but all he would say was that he lost his temper and now he just locks himself up and doesn't-! Fuck! Lost his temper?! Are you serious? What does that even mean, 'Ten?"

"Exactly what you think it means. He just fucking lost it. Trunks, he’s fucking craz-"

"He's not crazy! He's my dad and there's clearly something wrong! And you must know some-"

Uuhg, between you and my father, your concern for him is nauseating; he's Saiyan, he's fine.
"No Trunks, I don’t! He doesn't exactly talk to me about his deeply disturbing psychological issues!"

"Well, he wasn’t in here to play fucking video games, ‘Ten! He obviously said something to you-"

"Yeah! He yelled at me! Like he normally does! Same psychopath! Different day!" He does his best to play the situation down but Trunks doesn’t buy it for an instant.

“Yelled at you about what, ‘Ten?”

“About… training.” He says unnerved by Trunks’ unwillingness to let this drop.

Trunks’ eyes narrow, "So that's it then? He had some PTSD flash back or some shit and... snapped. And now everything’s suddenly back... to normal." His words drip with sarcastic doubt.

"I fuckin' guess so, I don't know what goes on inside his head."

"What the hell could have triggered something like that? He's never-"

Goten cracks the controller and drops it on the table in frustration. Damn it! Why are you making this so difficult!? I didn't want to have to lie to you- “Ah! Trunks! How about you take a minute to think about what else happened that day!” Trunks’ brows furrow with thought. “I thought you were a fucking genious! Could it be that my idiot father came back?” Such a lucky coincidence for me. “Do you think that might explain why he just fucking lost it?”

Trunks’ eyes widen and his tone drops in intensity, “That was… the same day?"

Goten looks at his friend with a mystified expression, "You didn't know that? Really? Maybe you should lay off the fuckin’ liquor. Because everyone else knew.”

"So this is… about your dad? Like, their rivalry? Or-"

"I don’t really know, dude. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

“And so wait- Did your dad- since he’s back-" He tries his best to tread carefully over what he knew to be the most fragile of topics with Goten, "I mean, what did he do when he saw your face? What-”

“Nothing. He’s been gone for fifteen years. How much do you think he cares?”

Trunks tilts his head with uncertianty, “I don’t know. You haven’t talked to me since he’s been back.” Goten looks away betraying the truth of that statement, “Is he… different?”

He sighs and answers honestly, “No. He’s exactly the same. It’s… it’s kinda weird. We actually... have a lot in common.”

Trunks’ brow fold, “...Like rivalry?”

“What?”

"Goten. Why did you come over today?"

"What do you mean? You were having a shitty day."

"It's not like you knew that before hand. You didn't even tell me you were coming over... The last time I saw you was like two months ago when I peeled an unconscious you off the floor of some rando’s bathroom floor. Which- by the fucking way! Are we just going to brush over the fact that you’ve been messing with Ki tech? How did my sister even convince you to test that shit? You know that’s why she had a warrent out for her arrest last year?! After she- Fuck! ‘Ten. You have no idea how dangerous that shit is! You’re lucky it didn’t blow your damn arm off!”

“Well, you were the one who told me to ask her for advice.”

“What?! When?!”

“When you were shitfaced-”

“And you listened to me?! I- ‘Ten I'm starting to think you came here looking for a fight."

Goten snorts, "No, why would I do that? I’m not-"

"I don't fuckin' know! Revenge? You and my dad are always at each other’s throats for some bullshit or another. Call it training, call it anger management; to me it just looks like both of you get off on how much you hate each other or your dad? or whatever! And it’s really really fucked up."

Goten's mouth drops open slightly with surprise. He thinks maybe that's not... the most inaccurate way to describe his complicated feelings for Vegeta at the moment.

"And it's only gotten worse since you're dad's been back and I'm so- I'm so fucking confused now. Is this about your dad? Is he like encouraging you to pick a fight? Or... what’s going on?! ...Why did you come over tonight?"

"I- … I came here to hang out with you.” He forces a laugh, “Because it's been-"

He swallows and twists his brow, "I... I don't believe you... All night. All fucking night you've been looking over your shoulder, half paying attention to me. Your ki skyrockets as soon as he walks in the room. What, have you been training more? Think you're going to beat him this time? Now that your dad is back? Are you like trying to prove something to him? What is this about?"

"No, no, I'm not- Trunks, you don't understand-"

"If you really wanted to hang out with me, then why didn't you call me first? You haven't seen me in weeks! And then you just show up here and- Fuck! 'Ten! So that's it?! You came back tonight looking for revenge? Using me as a shield just in case? Is that it?”

“No, I’m not using y-”

“That IS it isn't it?! I can’t! Fucking! Believe you!"

Goten watches as he gets heated. He watches as the alcohol takes over and he slurs and his arms make agitated gestures. He watches as Trunks takes a familiar stance at just the right distance. He knows exactly what's going to come but a part of him doesn't believe it.

"No, that's not- Trunks, calm-"

"Fuck you! I’m not gonna calm down! Fuck you so much 'Ten! What he did was terrible! Yeah! I get it! I'm angry about it too! But what the hell have you become, huh? Are you that consumed with anger? And power? That you'd just throw our friendship away? To finally fucking win? We're brothers! We were fuckin’ brothers 'Ten!" He winds his fist back and the dark haired half's face breaks into a condescending doubtful smile, he’s not gonna do it. "I used to love fighting with you! But this?! This hurts!" He throws his fist into Goten's eye socket. It knocks the younger back a few steps and he's surprised it’s as painful as it is.

Goten is in such a state of disbelief he can't suppress the shock of laughter that exits from him. He comes back to reality quick enough to catch the next punch. And the next one. And the next one. They aren't hard. They aren't powerful. But each one hurts more than the last. They hurt in a place he can't reach and with each one, the only bond he held sacred, the one that could not be broken was beginning to crack.

"You're right." He closes his fingers around the fist.

The older half stops with salt water in the corner of his eyes refusing to fall. "What?"

"You know me so... fuckin' well." He smiles, " I was… Looking for a fight. I'm always looking for a fight but not... not this one."

He lets his hand drop out of Goten's loose hold, "Why? Why are you trying to start something right now?"

Oh, Trunks, there's not enough alcohol in the world to help you cope with the truth. "It’s- I'm sorry I dragged you into it. I'm sorry I've been a shitty friend. I-"

Trunks snorts weakly, "Whatever, 'Ten. Fine. Don’t tell me anything. You never do. No one ever does. I'm too drunk for this anyway. Just... promise me you're not... in danger here. This is my home. It was your home. And I..." He collapses onto the couch turns the game back on tears still streaming down his face.

"And you what?"
Trunks looks warily at him through the new rift that has formed between them as Goten picks up a controller and joins him on the couch. Goten throws his legs up on top of Trunks' and grins at him,
"Trunks." He says with a small reassuring smile. "This is still my home. And I promise I'm here for you."

But out of all the things Goten said Trunks found that the hardest to believe.
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