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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Daddy Issues

This is the eighth time he's called her today and it's getting annoying. Her brother just won’t stop whining and bitching about the Gravity Chamber codes, something about the auto-shutdown being overridden. Who knows, but she hates when he gets like this, worried, because it has this way of rubbing off on her.

She huffs and puffs but eventually gives in and returns to Capsule Corp because Trunks finally let it slip that their father has been locked in his personal torture chamber for the last three days and even she knows something's wrong with that.

Her brother claims their father used to do this sometimes when they were younger but she can't remember, so as far as she was concerned this was an unprecedented and unacceptable level of self destruction. She was supposed to be the bringer of chaos in their family, not him. Her father had crossed that bridge a long time ago or at least he claimed as much.

She wonders if he's having flashbacks or if something triggered him into some kind of episode. She knew how much he hated being surprised. She knew how difficult it was for him to communicate about normal things, let alone traumatic things. Being a child soldier for the creature who wiped out our race would fuck you up like that. Well, whatever it was she didn’t like it and she was going to destroy it because this was her papa and she was his favorite for a reason.

Until then though, she sits at the desk next to her brother hunched over the keyboards looking between several screens trying piece together what they had from their mother's old notes and whatever the fuck those symbols were their father had written in the margins in order to shut down the machine only he knew how to maintain.

By the time the clock hits four am they've tried a few hundred different variations of codes with no luck. She looks at the largest of the screens mounted on this massive machine lodged into the recesses of the lab. Her eyes trace the red and black washed figure of her father laying on the ground, motionless. His ki was still strong albeit wavering and not as bright as usual. He was alive but not well and it was only a matter of time before he started cooking alive.

She kicks back from the desk in frustration, "This is impossible! He sabotaged it from the inside! We should just blast it open.”

"No. No! There are NO safeties in place! It won't just shut off! The explosion would be catastrophic. Even under low gravity blasting it while the machine is running like this would be a mistake."

"Ahhh, well it's going to melt down eventually! I’m sure he’s been through worse. He’ll survive!”

Trunks shakes his head, “No.”

“Uhggg. Why would he do this?! How did he do this!? These safety protocols should NOT have been able to be overridden! They were literally designed to be untouchable! Look at-" she pulls up several command prompts of code, “look at this. How did he get through that? We can’t even get through it.”

"I don't know! I don't knoow and it's getting worse" Trunks presses his exhausted face into his hands.

"What do you mean it's getting worse?" She narrows her eyes at him.

"I mean, it's getting worse! He keeps staying in there for longer and longer, he barely eats, he barely sleeps and when he does I don't even think I want to call it that because I'm pretty sure he's just passing out from exhaustion."

"What? How long has this been going on?"

"I don't- like three or four months? But this week, this week was so bad-"

"What?! MONTHS?! Oh my god!! Trunks! How could you not tell me!?”

"Because it didn't seem abnormal at first! He used to do this shit all the time! And-”

“Ok! That was then! This is now! What the fuck-”

“I know! … I know.” He chews his lip in worry. "I'm sorry-"

"What the fuck, Trunks! This is- I can't believe you haven't told me-...wait. Wait…” She stops typing and glares at her brother, “You know something. What do you know?"

"Uh-”

“Trunks.”

“It’s nothing. I don’t think-”

“What do you know?” She says with careful annunciation.

“Goten… might’ve come over... and tried to start shit.” He admits quickly.

Her eyes widen, “Start what shit?!”

“I mean... it's not like he did anything. They just argued or talked or I don't know- but-”

"Trunks." she closes her eyes and exhales, restraining her temper only because it's her brother, "I really really think you need to get into the habit of telling me these things because you clearly don't know what to do with them except get stressed out and try to drown them in alcohol."

"I- that's not true" he tightens his grip on his coffee defensively and looks away from his sister, "I punched him in the face about it."

"HA! You WHAT!?”

“He admitted he came over to pick a fight, so I- I guess I kinda gave one to him.”

“You are my brother after all!"

"Thanks, B. Sister of the year, yourself, of course." he rolls his eyes.

“Why was he looking for a fight?”

Trunks scoffs, “When isn’t he?”

“Ok…” She rolls her eyes, “I get that, but he hasn’t been at capsule corp in months. Why so all of the sudden? Because no offense, but it doesn’t sound like he came over for you.”

“Yeah. He didn’t.” Trunks pauses his typing for a few moments while he thinks about his answer, “I think it's- maybe he's trying to prove something to his dad? Or restart their rivalry? I don't know. I haven't been able to get it out of him. But it has something to do with his dad. I think maybe he’s encouraging ‘Ten to-”

“Really?” She looks doubtfully at her brother, “You think Goku is behind this?” He shrugs, “Have you even met him?”

“Wh- yeah, of course I have. When we were younger he-”

“No, I mean since he’s been back.”

Trunks thinks for a moment, “...No.”

“Ok, well you might want to rework that theory because Goku is like, super sweet. Not even a complete psycho like ‘Ten.”

“And you know that… how?”

“OH! And speaking of! Trunks! Did you know they look the same!?”

“What?”

“Goku and Goten!”

“Yeah I’ve seen the pictures. Don’t ever say that to him though because he loses his mind-”

“No! It’s more than that! More than the pictures! They look EXACTLY the same! I garuntee you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart if Goten hadn’t fucked up his hair.”

Trunks snorts, “I definitly could-”

“No. I swear. Here, I’ll pull up a picture and you have to guess which one it is.”

She scrolls through and shoves her phone into his face. Trunks finally tears his gaze away from the screen and stops clicking so he can study the image for a moment. “That’s Goten.” He squints at the screen, “What happened to his arm?”

“WROO~OONG!” She says gleefully. “It’s Goku.”

“Why… do you have pictures of him shirtless on your phone?” He exhales heavily not sure if he really wants the answer.

“Because." She looks down at her phone and smiles, "He’s hot.”

Yeah. Definitely did not want the answer. “B.” He shakes his head, “I don’t even know what to say to that.” He mutters. “And you didn’t answer my first question about his arm-”

“Uh! Yeah! Because it’s not important! What matters is that Goku hasn’t even been here. MEANWHILE Goten on the other hand! Didn’t you see what dad did to his face? I sent that picture to you. He probably said something stupid when he came over out of some petty sense of revenge. He knows dad’s triggers better than anyone.” And if that’s the case ooooh I’m going to have sOoOo much fun next time I see him.

“Whatever. I’m just saying this only started when Goku or Kakarot or whatever ‘mysteriously’ returned.” He resumes typing. And so does she. Silence settles in the lab.

Then something strikes her. Goku had been here. He'd been in the Gravity Chamber. Months ago sure, but Trunks said this started months ago. Goku had even fought with her father. Goten was kind enough to give her that information before yelling about who knows what and hanging up without even saying goodbye, ruuuude. She suddenly thinks Maybe… just maybe Trunks is onto something. She glances over at her brother's tired haggard face which was barely resisting the urge to nod off, "Trunks... We'll never get anything done if we don't sleep. Why don't we take shifts?"

"No, we can't stop, we're clo-"

"We're not close. He's going to be in there for a while, probably longer if we mess up because we're sleep deprived. You: go to bed. You've been here since yesterday. If I make any break through, I'll wake you up."

He hesitantly agrees then heads up stairs, but not without stopping in the kitchen to grab a bottle of 120 proof liquid sleep.

As soon as the door to the lab closes his sister starts an agonizing search through the Gravity Chamber settings until she finds the archives.

"Oh good, it saves video." She scrolls through the list and goes through a couple hundred of lines just to get a few weeks back. It takes a while to get to the time frame she's looking for but she's impressed this machine has so much memory.

She clicks through a few different feeds and watches the time and date in the corner carefully until she finds the one she’s looking for. She fast forwards through a few tedious hours of drills until she sees her father fidgeting with the controls followed very closely by- what the-! How the fuck did they get in there?! She pauses the feed, rewinds a few seconds and plays it back normally, but she still can’t figure out how they enter. Did the feed just cut out or-?

She watches closely as Goten quickly turns face and leaves the chamber for the compound she assumes while Goku- holy shit he’s kind of beating the shit out of papa.

Within seconds her father is bleeding while Goku remains untouched but it soon becomes clear that the obviously stronger of the two is not losing because of any difference in ability but because he is refusing to hit back. He is even refusing to block. He takes it. Like he wants it.

Then, they're just arguing. Then just talking. Then- did… did my father just fucking smile? She's not sure what to make of that since on the very rare occasions her father chose to speak about 'Kakarot' it was usually about his inevitable demise by his hands and he never smiled for anyone.

Her brows bend and twist with questions and she so wishes this stupid machine had audio because she's dying to know what the two Saiyans could possibly be reminiscing over until-

"What the-" She's not sure what she just saw so she rewinds, watches it again, stops, rewinds again, watches it again, stops, rewinds again, then pauses.

"What. The. Fuck." Her jaw drops because the two last known full Saiyans were... ARE THEY FUCKING KISSING?!?!

And then they weren’t. Goku pushes her father away.

She thinks she's having a brain aneurysm from the shock. All of the overworked cogs in her head stop turning and there is not a chance anything from here on out will be processed logically.

She stares at the screen open mouthed, unable to make a sound thinking, maybe she should have taken the first sleep shift, because she MUST be dreaming; there is absolutely no way this could be real, even less way that the reason her father is bleeding all over the floor of the GR concussed right now was because- … because he got REJECTED?! BY GOKU?! ...ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

She can’t help but laugh out loud at the sheer impossibility. But it dies off when she thinks about how she would tell Trunks. If she should tell Trunks.

He glorified their parents relationship. He was sappy like that and probably still insecure about being an accident. And… Hm. When did he disappear again? Wasn’t it right after- An unfamiliar sense of dread floods her because if there was even a chance whatever this was had been going on while their mother was alive Trunks would be devastated. Top that off with his own relationship drama, the stress of his usual twelve hour work day he would have to resume at some point this week and how many bottles of liquor there were in the freezer last time she opened it, she decides not to say a word on the not-so-off chance that her brother will react... badly.

Capsule Corp. was already barely functional with Goten and Vegeta hating each other and themselves and everything around them and then there was her with her own issues costing the company a fortune whenever she decided to have a little fun. If Trunks wasn't able to hold it together, who would?

So maybe you were right about Goku and maybe you don’t really need to know that right now.

Although a part of her thinks, maybe Trunks' unfortunate case of humanity is justified. She had never doubted her father’s loyalty until this moment. And now…. She looks back at the screen where he is lying on the ground motionless. No. How can I be mad at him? Poor papa, he probably hasn't been laid in like 15 years and then he gets rejected! I'd wanna die too! Besides, she thinks, her mother is passed now. What's happened has happened. Though, that raises the question, how long had whatever this was been going on? And what... exactly was this? She has a feeling she knows someone with the answers she's looking for.

And he’s not happy about it. I wonder why...

She smirks, whips out her phone and takes a picture of the screen just in case she needs the leverage and sets to work on clearing the archives, because Yikes! Definitly don’t want Trunks snooping through this and choking to death on his drink!

Then she refocuses and begins working on the codes again with renewed fire. She didn’t exactly have oodles of time to spend shutting down this archaic piece of equipment her father turned into a death trap. I have so many other things to do! Like fuck with you, 'ten-ten. So every few minutes, after she runs a new line, she picks up her phone and calls her favorite half Saiyan.
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Ai ya. This story. Last chapter was 110% cringe, eh? Had to bring my star back in full throttle. She's so lovely, isn't she?
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