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Prologue
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By the time she's off the phone Goku is gone and her father is moving away from the labs with as far as she could tell a normal ki signature. This alleviated a great deal of stress on her end because while she never made an empty threat she wasn't exactly prepared to keep someone with those types of abilities knocked out and locked up somewhere for an extended period of time. That required resources and time she just didn't have right now.
On the fifty seventh knock, Trunks finally answers through the door. His voice is muddled and fuzzy at first but wakes right up when she tells him (part of) what happened. Hardly ten seconds later he's hurriedly dressed in yesterday's clothes and in front of her bombarding her with questions.
"No- Trunks, he's not here anymore, he just disappeared! which seems to be his only talent at the moment."
"What the- he left?! You let him leave!? Where did he go?!"
"Well it's not like I expected him to! He just disappeared! To who the fuck knows where! and ANYWHO why didn't you tell me he could do that? We could have had dad out of there days ago."
"I don't know. I... I hardly ever saw him do it, I haven't- I was so... I was so stressed about the whole thing-"
"Whatever, I get it. Your sad little human feelings took over and you forgot the mysterious Goku's creepy fucking abilities, great. Well, lucky for us he has perfect timing. While we're at it, is there anything else weird he can do that I should know about?"
"I don't... think so?"
"For his sake, I hope not."
He shakes his head and ignores her, "So... what? he just showed up, got dad out then left?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Why? How did he know?"
"No idea, he was super weird about the whole thing."
"Weird how?"
"He's like, the ugliest crier ever. But still super cute? I don't know how he does it. He's weird."
"Ugly- what? Bra, the fuck did you do?"
"Um, he just showed up in our house unnanounced with dad and so, obviously I very politely asked him what he was doing here. Don't blame me for his psychological distress. He's clearly very sensitive."
Trunks sighs, "Well, is dad Ok? How is he?"
"Goku had one of those magic bean things on him. So yeah, he's fine, awake, probably wandering around trying to figure out what to do with his life since he can't train to death."
"Alright, I guess... I'll talk to him or... something. Fuck. Fuck! We have to finish working on the chamber, don't we?"
"Yeah, no... about that. So, I have a date... Which means you have to finish on your own. But don't worry I was aaalllmost done, probably just a few hours left of coding and you'll be able to shut it down." She pats his cheek. "You'll be fine."
"Wh- are you serious?! a fuckin' date?! it's like eight in the morning! on a weekday! What?! ... Cancel it! I'm pretty sure this is more important!"
"Yeah, no" she flips her hair, "I'm pretty sure it's not. I need to get ready because he's not going to wait up. He's-" she laughs playfully, "A little psycho. But nothing I can't handle. Don't worry."
"The only people I worry about are those who agree to spend time with you-"
"ANYWAY, dad is out of the imminent peril until his next breakdown. So maybe you can ask him what all those squiggles in the margins of mom's notes are and finish in like thirty minutes."
"I have a fucking company to run! I need your help! B, what the fuck!"
"You're the boss, take a day off! Probably wouldn't kill you!" She turns away and begins to walk down the hall.
He groans and rubs a palm against one of his eyes in frustration, "I've already had to take- uhhg, why do you have to make everything so difficult when you come home-"
"Mee? I didn't lock myself in the hell chamber. Take up your complaints with him." she says disappearing around a corner. She had a full schedule after all. She had things to do, people to see, idiots to interrogate, important research to conduct like, do they both ugly cry? Because they have the same face but how can I know? Unless I make them both cry! She grins the whole way to her room.
Trunks grumbles something about how maybe she should be locked in the hell chamber as he winds his way through the compound. He stops at the kitchen and lets out a long exhale as he looks at his father who is quickly making his way through the mountain of food in front of him. "...Feeling better?"
Vegeta doesn't look up or acknowledge him and instead keeps eating which his son safely assumes is an answer in the affirmative. Trunks leans against the door frame and looks around the room, "The gravity room is still locked and running."
Vegeta still doesn't say anything and Trunks' hung over mind comes up with a few choice words for his aloof deeply troubled father, "I could use your help... shutting it down. ...If that's even possible." He mutters the last part under his breath.
Vegeta nods without showing any signs of stopping his meal.
"Like... now. Unless you don't mind half the building getting blown up."
Vegeta grimaces at his son as much as he can with stuffed cheeks and swallows. "Where is your sister? Why isn't she helping you?"
"Apparently, her DATE is more IMPORTANT than CAPSULE CORP!" He says turning back towards the compound, loud enough to try and get within her hearing range.
A distant muffled "SHUT UP, TRUNKS, YOU'RE STUPID." Echoes back and Trunks shrugs at his father. "I don't know what her deal is." Or yours. Or Goten's for that matter, it's like you're all losing your fucking minds lately. "She says she got pretty close to disabling it though before... I guess... Kakarot? Goku? Whatever his name is, Goten's dad showed up..." He barely resists the temptation to pressure him with questions. The resulting argument, his father cursing in some alien language, storming off somewhere he could handle. Working on the machine alone, however when he had other obligations, not so much. So he bites his tongue.
Ff- She saw that crying idiot? Vegeta's eye twitches because he knows that probably wasn't a good thing. Even he was somewhat aware of his daughter's unsettling reputation and now he's wondering if Kakarot had been crying before or after he walked into the labs. What the fuck did she say to him? ….What the fuck did he say to her?!
His head swims with questions and confusion about the whole situation and he regrets damaging the machine so badly because he just wants to forget everything and punch something until his knuckles were raw. He doesn't want to think about any of this but here he was letting it all coming back in waves to torment him. Goddamn it Kakarot, I was in there for a fucking reason! He was still far from ready to deal with Gote- GOTEN!
He struggles to stay focused on his murderous rage as it quickly gives way to nausea. Goten's words flash through his mind along with deeply frustrating emotions he doesn't have the energy or willpower to process. He has to stop eating and will his food to stay down while his mind attempts to purge the thoughts.
"... Dad, are you ok?"
Vegeta comes back to reality, not realizing he'd buried his face between his hands, his fingers gripping at the roots of his hair. His vision is drawn to the cracks in the table where his elbows had been resting. He looks up with a distorted version of his usual scowl.
He presses his hands to the table and stands up with a grunt. He picks up several plates and walks past his son, "Let's go, I don't want to be there all day."
Trunks sighs dejectedly and follows behind food encumbered father to the labs.
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.
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In record time Bra has put the last of her mascara on and quickly double checked her figure in a full length mirror to ensure that she is date material. Uhg, Of course I am. I'm Saiyan. I don't even have to try. She frowns. Because she liked trying.
She follows Goten's slightly flared ki to a noodle shop in a less than reputable area of town. She knew it was too much to expect him to pick a hlaf decent place but still, she'd been hoping for a better place than this dump. She finds him sitting at a more secluded table in the dirty empty shop with an empty bowl next to him and a cold half eaten bowl in front of him tapping his chopsticks anxiously.
He turns as she enters and his expression drops with annoyance and disbelief as soon as he sees what she is wearing. What the fuck does her delusional mind think this is? Some kinda date?
"Can you go anywhere without dressing like a whore?"
She takes it as a compliment because she has learned over the years the nastier his comment, the better she looked, "Oh, 'Ten, please. Try to restrain yourself. We're in public." She flips her hair as she sits down across from him
She signals to the only waiter for five bowls of whatever Goten's eating and he dashes off with a smile. "We might just keep this place in business another week."
He bares his teeth in an unfriendly grin. "Wouldn't that be nice? Maybe I'll come here again to celebrate the anniversary of your inevitable death by my hands."
"Oh stop, you're making me blush." She waves him off but he doesn't lighten up, "Look, Goten, for once I'm not your enemy. I can help you! We can work together on this because clearly you are too incompetent to handle it on your own."
He scoffs, "Help me what? I came here to-" He grins even though he is furious, "correct some information you clearly misinterpret-"
"Oh my god, getting them together! Duh!"
"What?! You think I want them to- What is wrong with you!? No! NO! That is exactly what I'm trying prevent!"
"I-" That explained Goku's outburst a little better... A lot better. "You are?"
"YES! What the fuck?!"
"I don't know." She shrugs, "I thought if anyone wasn't going to care if our dads were fucking, it would be you."
He scoffs with a bitter smile, "No. Now give me. Your phone." He grounds out the words between his teeth and extends his hand towards her. "So I can delete all that shit-"
She chuckles devilishly, "I don't think so." He reaches for it but she pulls it back before he can get it, "What are you going to do? Smash it to pieces? It's not like everything on there isn't already backed up somewhere you can't get to."
His eyes snap towards the empty restaurant, but he thinks better of being reckless for now. He settles for glaring at her while digging one of the plastic chopsticks into the table until it cracks and falls apart between his fingers. She watches with a smirk, grabs a set off another table and hands it to him.
He snatches them from her, "What the fuck do you think you're gonna do with it? Blackmail my father for sexual favors, you fucking deviant?"
"Ooh, I hadn't thought about that. Thanks for the idea."
His nose crinkles in disgust, "I don't think you'd have much success."
"Oh no? Why's that? He more interested in a certain Prince Charming?"
Yes. "No, Bra. He's not! He's fucking married!"
She clicks her tongue, "Like that ever matters."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with YOU, 'Ten? My father is quite possibly the Galaxy's loneliest creature. He could totally use to get out of the house more often. A love life would probably do him wonders. And I think it'd be extra cute with the whole enemies turned lovers thing they have going on." She smiles flirtatiously at Goten.
"You think. It'd be cute."
"Literally, our family drama is the only thing that gives me any joy when I come home."
"Cute. Family. Drama. That's what this is to you."
"Mmhm." She nods with big eyes. "So tell me, 'Ten, how's your parent's relationship?"
"What?! It's-" really struggling to be honest, "Fuck off Bra! This is not happening! Or did you not watch the whole footage? My father's not interested. Tch! Obviously! Who fuckin' would be? It's Vegeta."
"Are you sure?" Because that is definitely not the impression I got this morning!
"Just tell me what you're planning to do so I can stop you before you start."
"What am I going to do? I only just found out! I think the real question is what have you been doing?" She smirks at him. And... why?
"What have I-!? I haven't been doing anything!" Unfortunately. "Except tryin' to keep Vegeta-" He laughs in an awkward attempt to mask his anger, "the fuck away from my dad because he's clearly got some sick sadistic fantasy about-"
"Ooh kay, you think-? No, I'm going to stop you right there. One, it was your dad who just showed up randomly to beat the shit out of mine in the Gravity Room before their spontaneous make out session. Two," she holds up two fingers, "I'm pretty sure my father hasn't left the compound in weeks. So, where you're getting the deeply misled idea that my father is the one running around harassing people is beyond me."
He rolls his eyes, "They did not 'make out.'"
"Wh-? superfluous details, 'Ten! My point is, the problem is not my father. I mean he has problems, yes but if someone is going around trying to fuck shit up it's not him and," She smirks, "Well, let's just say I have my suspicions about who really it is." She narrows her eyes at him.
He leans in with his teeth bared in a silent snarl. "You're fucking wrong."
"Maybe. But I'm just going to keep believing it until I'm proven otherwise."
"Believing what?! What could you think is possibly going on here?" He growls, "Your dad made some awkward pass at mine when he came back! And was rejected!"
"And?"
"And what? That's it!"
"Oh come on, you knew for months and never said anything?"
"Yeah! I told my dad to stay away from Vegeta!"
"... So you have talked about it?" She reaffirms curiously. "He knows you know."
"I-" He leans back and crosses his arms realizing he'd just walked right into her trap, "Yes. We talked about it because he thinks I'm the local expert on all things gay."
"Well, he's not wrong. What else did you say? I imagine since you are also the local loveless sex expert, you just had SO much insightful advice-"
He rolls his eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh, "Bra. My dad is married! He has a wife and family! The fuck do you think I said?"
"Really. Family. I'm supposed to believe that you, Goten, the guy who HATES his family, lectured his estranged father who disappeared for fifteen years on the importance of family." How is that the best lie you could come up with? What did you really say?
He lets out a frustrated growl, "YES. I DON- I don't hate them."
"Trunks is more of a brother to you than Gohan ever was."
"N- yes, ok, that doesn't matter- look. Whatever you think you saw, whatever you think is going on between them. It's not! There is nothing going on!"
"Right." she clicks her tongue, "That explains why everything has been in constant chaos since Goku mysteriously returned. Why there have been fights between him and my father, between you and my father, why you moved out, not to mention other egregious crimes like THEFT. I'm not going to forget that by the way. Must also be why my dear old dad locked himself in the gravity chamber for the last four days and tore the thing apart. Yeah 'Ten. obviously everything is fucking dandy. That must be why you rushed off here so quick acting so, hmph, grumpy." she mocks his expression with her head in her hand and pouting lips. "Because nothing is going on."
"I rushed here because I knew you'd try to fucking involve yourself in this!" Goten spits venomously leaning across the table, "Even though it's not your- Wait, he what?"
"Oh, you didn't know? Yeah 800 gravity, it was 133 degrees in there. All the safety overrides completely fucked over… He almost fucking killed himself." She watches his eyes widen and debates whether or not to take his shocked expression at face value, How could you not know? How could no one seem to know why this happened?
"No, I didn't know that." His brow folds down, That's...what the hell Vegeta? This is severe even for you. I thought we'd made such good progress.
She studies him closely trying to get a read on whether or not he's telling the truth. Her nails click on the table as she thinks about how to draw a little more out of him. "Strange that you didn't know... Goku seemed to know."
He cocks his head. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Ohhh, I dunno." She teases with a flirty smile, "What do you think it means?"
"My father was there?!" I was so distracted by- NO! How could I have not noticed?! Goten's jaw tightens and his fingers run through his hair, fuck! I drove that dumb ass right to him! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it- "When?! WHEN?!"
"Uhg, 'Ten, we're in public, keep your voice down." Ok, check that off, at least you two aren't coordinating something with each other. And whatever it is you think you're doing is having... unintended consequences...
"The place is fucking EMPTY." He can nearly feel the steam rushing out of his ears from his boiling blood as he settles back into his chair, "so tell me WHAT! HAPPENED! WHEN WAS HE THERE?"
"Mm. Ok, I'll give you information if you give me some."
"I don't-! Have time-" he barely resists slamming his hands down on the table. He manages instead to curl them into tight shaking fists and set them down without a sound. "For your bullshit. I've told you what's going on. Nothing." His voice is low and has an edge to it she's never had the pleasure of hearing. "So tell me-"
"Ooh, no, don't even try that game with me. You obviously know something I don't otherwise why the hell are you so bent up about this?"
He speaks through his teeth, "Because you-"
"And why~ would my father do what he did to you? I mean really 'Ten," She flips through her phone for the picture, "He put the work in on your face." She turns the screen so he can see it. "Clearly you know something you shouldn't."
"Fuck you." He snaps, "That has nothing to do with-"
She snorts, "If it's any consolation, you're basically back to your super hot depressed looking self." She says looking at the picture of his battered face.
His brows fold, his mouth opens but he can't find the words to respond.
"I mean, your nose is still like, a little crooked but yeah, it's almost like it never even happened. Literally the only way to tell you and your dad apart is your hair-" she giggles, "Which totally works for you by the-"
She had only been trying to keep the mood light. Teasing him as she always did. She didn't realize how sensitive he was about this. He usually cowered around her. She failed to realize that was not because he was afraid of her. So when his arm whips across the table clearing it of everything, shattering the two bowls against the wall, she startles.
He grips her forearm and pulls her forward, "Listen, cunt," he points a glowing palm at her face and leans in taking full advantage of her mistake in letting him choose a place that hadn't been empty before he walked in, "Tell me what the fuck he was doing there and when or I will fuckin' show you what it's like to be disfigured. To have the work put in on your face."
His tendency towards unceasing eye contact usually didn't get to her, she found those dark eyes quite enamoring most days, but intimidation was rolling off him in waves and he was far better at it than his father. She remains still, her smile gone and glances toward the other empty tables. He was not Goku. He was not soft. And he was definitely not forgiving. He might be a worse grudge holder than her own father. And it is only now that she finally realized she had stepped into something dangerous unarmed and unprepared.
"He was there this morning." She says coolly. "But he did nothing."
His grip tightens and his eyes flash blue. She feels the air crackle and his hair statics but doesn't turn gold. "Nothing?" He says with acidic doubt.
"He showed up, got my unconscious father out of the Gravity room. And then he left without a word."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"Not a word?"
"Not a word." She reassures. "Why do you think I'm here asking you?"
He smirks because he can smell the shift in emotion on her. She's afraid. She's never been afraid of him before, but papa isn't here to protect you now is he? Oh how the tide has turned, you annoying little siren. He trusts, incorrectly, that fear is enough to drive her to tell the truth. The ki in his hand is close enough to singe the edges of her hair and gives him a good look at how much make up she cakes on to try and hide those sharp Saiyan features of hers.
"If he shows up at Capsule Corp. again. You don't let him talk to Vegeta. You don't let him near Vegeta. You find out what he's doing there and you tell me. Immediately. Got it?"
She nods. Not a chance in hell.
"And you don't talk to anyone about whatever the fuck it is you think is going on between them."
She nods again.
His confident, threatening demeanor doesn't break until five bowls, precariously balanced on the slim waiter's arms are set down between them. He let's the light flicker out and sits back still staring at her but with less immediate intention.
She had so many more questions and no more leverage. He had just made it abundantly clear that absolutely was something going on, but No. She was not going to find out right now because right now she needed to focus on getting out of here all limbs intact. He was clearly not in a bantering mood anymore and she had just bought this dress. She was not about to engage in a fight she'd certainly lose, just to ruin it.
Goten watches her come to terms with the situation as he reaches for one of her bowls. He wonders if she's going to bother protesting. She doesn't. She stays silent as he drinks it all down in one swift go despite it being far too hot. He licks his lips and sets the empty bowl to the side before picking up the next one and doing the same. It doesn't bother him that it's scalding his throat the whole way down. It felt good to be the one in control for once.
What a spiteful- She forces herself to twist her anger into a smile as she lets him take a third one.
"I hope there's rat poison in it."
He finishes the fourth, sneers and stands up. "Did I make myself clear or do I need to repeat myself?"
"Clear as fucking day." She meets his eyes.
"Good. I'm glad we finally agree on something." he walks towards the door but stops just before exiting, "This was fun." he eyes the small singe he left on the right side edges of her hair, "I really felt the sparks fly between us. We'll have to do this again." He cocks his head with a peculiar unnerving smile, it was something about the way his canines gleamed. He cracks the sidewalk when he takes off and she notices he didn't pay.
Asshole!
She stews over the one full bowl he left in front of her and thinks about everything he just told her. She knows he's responsible for the state of her father. Intentionally or not he was still going to pay. It struck her as odd that Goten was so insistent his father be kept away from Vegeta. What does Goten think is going on? She sips on the soup which has finally cooled.
Goten just had to know what everyone was doing too; on top of all of this was the most disturbing piece of the puzzle. Trunks had mentioned Goten hated being told he looked like his father. She was vaguely aware of his childhood tantrums over the matter. But she had NEVER seen him act like that, he had NEVER threatened her like that before. Sure the place was empty and he probably threatened her only because he knew he could get away with it, but he acted almost like he was-
The thought makes her choke on her noodles. She makes a loud snort sound on the inhale and it was without a doubt the ugliest sound she'd ever made. The waiter laughs too, apparently thinking she was the comedian here.
His restaurant sucked anyway, she thinks as she flies, and the waiter runs, away from what would probably be labeled, "A tragic kitchen fire."
It doesn't stop her from laughing all the way home. "Oh 'Ten..." She shakes her head, "I always suspected you were the jealous type."

A//N: I apologize if my updates become a bit sporadic. Work is a little insane lately.

TristaML: I'm so glad the cringe factor is as strong as I was hoping it would be! I also think that last ch had a lot of OOC in it T_T It was sort of hard to make that conversation happen without it unfortunately, but I really wanted it to happen. Giving Goku real emotions though has been an incredibly satisfying part of writing this I have to say, haha.

also LOL forgot to post the chapter. Here it is at long last.
- 36
- 37
- 38
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Prologue