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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
Category: Missing Data > Missing Data
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He wasn't expecting to arrive in such a loud active place. He certainly didn't think his son would be drunk, though he's not particularly surprised either and it makes him suddenly much less confident that Goten was really the best person to talk to about this or at least, that this was the best time. He stammers through it because either way he didn't have much of a choice now, "I left... we- it wasn't going to work, with Chi Chi. We're not- I-"
"Let me just- Hold on-" Goten presses his hand to the wall to steady himself. "Let me make sure I'm understanding this. You... decided... it 'wasn't going to work' and left." He repeats slowly.
Goku's hand reaches back to rub his neck as he nods. Goten sways slightly and stares at his father. "Did you tell her why It wasn't going to 'work'?"
"I- sort of." He thinks for a moment, "But I'm not sure... she understood. Or... Maybe she did? Because then... she brought you up and-"
"Of course she did." Goten rolls his eyes.
"I guess she also thought it was like, uh, a Saiyan thing." His father lets out a short uncomfortable chuckle.
"Ohh my god. Not the 'Saiyan thing' again. Is that really how you've been internalizing this?" Goku stares back at his son with a sheepish smile, not that this was the reaction he'd hoped for but it was a lot better than getting hit by a frying pan.
He watches Goten drag his palm slowly down his face, "Uhhhg, fuuck. Why? Why would you do this? Are you like, some kinda masochist? Is that your thing? You just like to be miserable?" Because after Vegeta-
"No, I'm not- I don't know what that is. But I- it was... the right thing to do. You even said, when I first told you, you asked me why I was still with her and I thought about that real hard an' I decided-"
"I did not tell you to leave her in the middle of the fuckin' night with no plan! I did not say that!" He says quickly and lets out a frustrated growl, "Does she know you cheated?"
"Well, yeah. That was… why she kicked me out. She was-" he chuffs uncomfortably, "Really mad about that."
"No fuckin' shit." Goten stares at him with open incredulity, "did you tell her with who?" Goku nods.
"Oooh my god. FUuuuck! Really?! … Your timing, dad. I- Fuuuck… you couldn't have gone about this literally any other way? You had to tell her- goddamn it." He lets his hand drop and shakes his head at his father who is just standing there looking past him at whatever it is behind him he finds so interesting. "Dad. ...did you do this because you think it will make Vegeta come back to you?" His father turns his attention sharpley back to his son at the mention of his name. Goten rests both hands on Goku's shoulders, "PLEASE don't tell me you did this to try and get him back- I swear- that would actually be-" he shakes him rougher than he means, "the worst possible-"
"No." Goku says defensively, shrugging away his sons grip, "No, I left because I was unhappy. With her. I didn't want… to be with her. I left… I left because… it was… right … .. . right?"
There is a long silence between them and Goten searches his father's face for truth. Then it suddenly hits him why his father was here after wrecking the only two relationships he's ever managed to have in less than 48 hours. He could have picked anywhere in the universe, but he didn't. He chose here because... Oh goddamnit, he's looking for reassurance. ...From me?! Then again, who else was there? Gohan? He snorts.
Still, he felt stuck. Now just so happened to be a very bad time for everyone and their brother to find out about The Family Drama he was trying to keep as quiet as possible. But he couldn't very well tell his father to go back. Even Saiyans could only be pushed so far. If he said the wrong thing, Goku might do something rash, have a nervous break Or worse. He might try to run straight back to Vegeta.
So, as inconvenient as it may have been, the cogs slowly turning in Goten's head begin to come to the conclusion that he could do nothing other than give his father that reassurance he was so desperately seeking. His shoulders slump and he tries to figure out how best to do that while keeping the situation contained, while absolutely wasted, while still not knowing anything about Vegeta's reaction to anything that had happened in the last two days.
Goten let's out a long sigh, "Yeah." He nods. "Yeah it was ... the right thing to do... finally leaving your lie of a marriage so... congratulations, I guess." He looks at his father whose eyes kept flicking away half tempting Goten to turn his head and see what kept distracting him but he doesn't.
Goku visibly relaxes and smiles in relief, "Yeah, thanks, it's- I feel better."
"That's... Great." Goten says with forced smile
" ...What uh… what do I do now?"
Goten's head lulls back with a condescending grin and he gestures to their surroundings where finally sees, nice. I knew you had a thing for blondes. "Anything you want."
"Oh." He looks back toward the bar and shyly admits, "I kinda want… a drink."
Goten raises a brow at his father's disheveled shirtless apparence, "I'm sure you do. If I were you I would too, but-" Goku walks towards the entrance and Goten stops him from invading his terrirtory with a hand on his chest. "No. I think we should go-" And then he has a crushing realization, Home. "You... you don't have a place to stay, do you?"
Goku shakes his head. "But that's ok. I don't mind the outdoo-"
Goten laughs, "No, dad, that's- no. Gohan might actually get back in touch with his Saiyan side if he finds out I let you sleep outside." ... That house is about to feel a lot smaller.
"Oh... Ok. Well, we don't... we don't have to go there right now." He inwardly worries his eldest son might not be quite as receptive to the news as his youngest.
"Yeah," he snorts, "Well, we're not staying here." He pulls his father with him as he walks away from the brick faced building with blacked out windows that weren't quite dark enough to keep a blue light from occasionally pulsing on their faces.
"Wait, but-" he pauses, pulls away from his son and looks back toward the building, "but this place looks kinda fu-"
"Nope. No. No. Noooo, no, no, no. No. We're definitely leaving. We're going to Gohan's. Now."
Goku hesitates before following his son and tries arguing with him even after they have already taken off into the sky.
"Dad! Just trust me! It's not your kind of place."
"You don't know that, I actually thought the music was-"
"Yes, I do know that and- why are you still arguing with me about this? Maybe I didn't want to be there anymore, alright?" Certainly not with you.
Goku doesn't say anything in response and looks away.
Oh my g- Is he fucking pouting?! Aren't you supposed to be the parent here?! "Look, I'm sure that finally coming out of the closet is just so fucking liberating all of the sudden but I'm also sure that the first thing you should NOT do after leaving your wife and getting dumped by your abusive boyfriend-"
"He wasn't-"
"Fine, then your- your whatever he was to you!" he presses on with irritation, "the next step is still NOT go to a gay bar, pick up the first twink you see, and try to rebound like there's no tomorrow. Like, are YOU drunk? Because, shit. That is just... wow. Astonishingly reckless. And that's coming from ME." He shakes his head.
"You said I could do whatever-"
"It was a figure of speech!" He snaps angrily. Goku takes the hint and remains quiet until they descend.
"What's a twink?" Goku asks once he thinks his son's temper is a little cooler.
"Everything Vegeta... is not." He rolls his eyes. "Shut the fuck up with all the questions and let's just- c'mon, let's go- and please for the love of- don't fuckin' say anything to Gohan about this, ok? We'll have a fuckin' powow about this shit tomorow or something and figure out what to tell him. For now just say we were training late or some shit-" He doesn't bother looking back to see if his father agrees or not so he can focus on not letting his knees buckle under him as he lands.
He staggers towards the door, nearly pushing his dad through the entryway, too wrapped up in his own thoughts to care much about the racket they make. The noise draws his brother out of his room.
"Goten, it's almost midnight, please, for the love of- what are you- Dad?" Both their attentions shift to Gohan who is adjusting his glasses at the top of the stairs. "What are you doing here?"
"Ruining my night is what he's doing." Goten slurs quietly.
"Chi Chi... kicked me out..." Goku says with a nervous smile.
Goten stops in his tracks. ...He did not just- His face pales and the urge to wack his father in the back of the head before he says anything else burns through him. If it hadn't been for Gohan standing right there staring at them, he might have.
"She what?!" Gohan quickly makes his way down the steps and with a worried look assesses his father's current state of undress, "She- what happened?"
"Yeah... I..." Goku's eyes are suddenly drawn to his youngest son who has quietly positioned himself behind his older brother, "It..." he squints trying to discern what Goten is mouthing because the hand gestures certainly didn't make any sense, "wasn't... working...? It wasn't working." He says confidently now looking back at Gohan.
Goten rolls his eyes and shakes his head silently then tries to look nonchalant when Gohan turns around to scowl at him.
The oldest brother turns back towards their father, "Well, I'm sure you and mom can... figure this out... and-"
"We did figure it out. And I left."
Gohan stares at his father speechless for several moments. "W-well, that's- there's... counseling for... You left? or did she kick you out?"
"Both."
"...Why?"
"Because I'm-" he sees Goten quickly drawing his hand back and forth across his neck which does make him hesitate but still doesn't shake his resolve that no one was going to tell him what he could and couldn't say anymore. Not Vegeta and especially not Goten. So, he just blurts it out and hopes for the best, "I'm gay."
Goten plops down on the steps and resigns his face to his palm.
"You're..." Gohan turns around slowly and raises one brow at his brother. "...gay?" Goten shrugs before nodding his head, "Dad..." he looks back at their father, "do you... know what that means?"
"Yes!" He says with a smile, "I like guys!"
Gohan cocks his head, not quite convinced his father really understood. "But you... have kids."
"Gohan, that's not- Uhg." His little brother buries his head further into his hands.
"It's a valid... concern."
"No. It's really not." The youngest mutters.
"I… I still love and care about you guys if that's what you mean."
Gohan frowns, "No... that was not what I meant. I-"
"Gohan!" The youngest snaps.
"What?!"
"He knows what the fuckin' word means. He's gay, not stupid!"
"I did say he was- I just- don't understand how- dad you're married- when did you deci-"
"Don't even finish that fucking sentence, Gohan!" Goten interrupts on the verge of losing his temper, "It is not something you 'decide!'"
"I- I know, I didn't mean- but-"
"But what?! What is there to question about this? If you spent literally any time with him, you'd know he's gay. Not just gay, but a huuuge faggot."
Gohan's jaw drop.
Goku looks between his sons opposing expressions, "...is that another word for it?"
"Yeah." Goten says before his brother has time to recover, "but not everyone who's gay is a faggot. Like me, for example, I'm gay, but I'm not a faggot."
"Oh. What makes me a faggot?"
The youngest son opens his mouth with a smirk to respond but never gets the chance because Gohan is tired of pretending this was ok. He is tired of dealing with the fallout of his little brother's antics, tired of tolerating his constantly poisonous remarks about everyone. He is unable to stand there and watch his brother make fun of their father with a homophobic slur while he is trying to come out?! Like that already wasn't shocking enough by itself. His voice suddenly explodes at a volume it hasn't found in nearly two decades.
"GOTEN! WHAT the FUCK is WRONG with you!?" Goten had been trying his hardest not to laugh and had been doing a terrible job of it until his brother pulls him back to his feet by his shirt and makes it a lot easier. "What is your problem?!"
It is at that moment, as he feels Gohan's ki flare, as he watches something dangerous flash across his eyes, that Goten sees for the first time not his brother, not the quiet bookish university professor who had to show off to everyone his perfectly human life, but the Saiyan who defeated Cell. Gohan was furious and Goten knew first hand what anger did to power. He knew it hurt. It hurt a lot.
After an uncomfortable glance toward his father who is just standing there, watching, doing
nothing useful, he realizes the gap between him and his brother may not have been big as he thought as inebriated as he was and that gap would not count for much if he was outnumbered.
Gohan lets go and Goten drops back to the stairs. "Leave."
His eyes widen, "What?"
"I said LEAVE!" Gohan steps toward his little brother and looks down at him, "Go outside or something! You are... unbelievable, Goten! Calling him that. Worse, telling him to say something like that about himself! What- ...what is wrong with you? Why… would you-"
Goten looks back at his father, who is still making no attempt to defend him and frowns. "Fine! Fine, I'll leave." He slams the door on his way out.
Gohan lets out a heavy sigh and puts his hand on his father's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"...Probably shouldn't say that word... should I?"
Gohan shakes his head slowly, "No. No, you should not. Now, dad... in your own words, not his, why... are you here right now?"
Goten has his ear pressed to the door for several minutes, hoping, PRAYING, his father doesn't say something stupid. Their voices are quiet at first and he can't quite make it out what they're saying. He hears his brother say Vegeta's name and he backs off from the door unable to help the compulsion of running his fingers through his hair as he walks over to a window.
Gohan looks upset, pissed off. He's shaking his head and Goten smiles. Should have saved him the trouble and let him sleep outside. He'll probably be joining me out here in a few minutes. Gohan doesn't understand. He's never understood. He watches Gohan's mouth move. For a long time. Goten can't figure out what he's saying, and then... He hugs him. Gohan hugged their father.
"What?" He presses his palms to the window pane.
After several moments Gohan lets go. Their father smiles sadly and so does Gohan. Goku walks upstairs but his son does not. Gohan looks down at the floor and then directly out the window Goten is standing behind. He can see the anger seething inside his little brother. It is clearly illuminated by the light from inside. Gohan frowns and motions for him to come inside.
Goten backs away out of the light, his hands forming fists, his nostrils flaring and he blasts off instead. Furious that his father so easily got the support and reassurance Goten had NEVER felt from his brother.
He flies straight back to the bar he had been at earlier that evening radiating toxicity. Everyone gives him room as he searches quickly for the man who had almost been so unlucky, but doesn't find him. He looks for the next best thing and even though the next best thing was already talking to someone he sits down next to him.
He taps on his shoulder and the next best thing turns around with an annoyed look on his face. "What?"
Goten smiles confidently and waits for the man to come to his senses. He doesn't so Goten makes it explicit, "What do you think? I'm interested."
The man raises his brow, "Ookay, well, I'm not. So, how about you move along." He doesn't even turn back around fully before he feels Goten's hand on his thigh.
"I'm pretty sure you're interested." He says darkly, very close to the back of the man's neck.
He tries to pull Goten's hand away. "No! I'm really not! Hey, Bartender!" Goten let's go and turns the man's head to face his own, "If that is your standard," He points rudely at the man's thin pock faced date. "Then you should consider yourself lucky I even noticed you."
He lets out a disgusted noise and tries to pull his face away from Gotens hand, "Get over yourself. You're not my type, gym rat."
"I'm everyone's type."
He scoffs, "Well, I'm not everyone. Hey, Bartender!" he tries to wave down the overworked tattooed blonde behind the bar, "bartender, this asshole's bothering me!"
The bartender looks at Goten, "You fuckin' botherin' him?"
"No. I'm not."
The bartender raises an eyebrow, "Oh yeah? Well, you're botherin' me, haven't ordered a damn thing and already you're causin' a fuckin' scene."
Goten rolls his eyes. The blonde puts both hands on his hips and tilts his head, "Oooh, an attitude." he smirks at Goten, "Then how about I get you a tall glass of 'get the fuck out' or, no, maybe you want to jump right to it and get a pint of 'throw you out.' On the house of course."
Goten sneers, "how about a bottle of whatever-the-fuck-I-want, you weak useless human." He reaches behind the bar despite a serious attempt by the blonde to physically stop him. His hand goes straight through a glass and there is a loud shatter. Suddenly everyone's eyes are on him. He curses and pulls back, "Don't wanna fuckin' be here anyway!"
The wasteland is quiet and empty as he begins firing blasts out into the open. He doesn't even understand why he's so angry. Though he thinks, that might have been the first time he'd ever been rejected and overall he is not happy with the turn this evening, which had been going so well, suddenly took thanks to his impulsive idiot father.
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