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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Thundering rain pouring down on his face wakes him up. He is caked in mud and tracks in a small river when he arrives back at Gohan's. He can't sense his father's Ki anywhere nearby and his brother is just sitting there in the kitchen, drinking coffee, reading something on his phone, before going off to his normal job like a normal human; Like everything's just fuckin' great! Isn’t it? Because you’re the perfect son and one hell of a brother! Aren’t you? Nothing is wrong in YOUR life.

As Goten walks by the kitchen the elder brother looks up, sighs and puts down his phone. "G-"

"Don't! Don't say anything. I really really don't want to hear," Goten turns to face him, “for the thousandth time, how much of a disappointment I am to you."

"That's not what I was going to say-"

"And before you power up, all self righteous and pissed off, let it be known that I'm sober, I won’t hesitate, dad’s not here and you will lose."

“Self right- what?!" Goten stares wordlessly at his brother who is now adjusting his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose. Kami, ‘Ten, how do I reach you? Without violence? "Do you really not understand why I was so upset with you last night?"

He scoffs loudly, “Oh no, I do understand. I should have just- been so fucking excited about another striking similarity for us to bond over, right? So everyone can compare us more than they already do.” He crosses his arms, “I should have been ecstatic to be his emotional pillar of support in these trying times, shouldn’t I? As IF this somehow made everything he did ok, right? Especially for ME, right?! You’re right, this MUST make MY life SO much easier and I should be so fucking happy-”

"Goten..." he sighs, "Yes, dad obviously made some mistakes and, yes, like you, I'm angry with him. I am beyond hurt that he lied to us for years, that he left us time and time again apparently to pursue some kind of affair with-" he stops short of saying something he still didn't believe, " ...Which, seems to have gone about as well as anyone could have guessed, but-" He searches his brother's face for any shred of the half-humanity that was supposed to reside there, "He’s still our father, Goten! You should be there for him! Not... torment him! He came to you first. ...You must understand at least why he views you as someone he can talk to about-”

He silences his brother with a gesture, “Talk to.” He rolls his eyes, “Right. Do you know- Gohan, do you know where I was when he decided to appear all fucking magically, like he does, with his ‘exciting news?’” Gohan shakes his head, “I was at a bar. A fuckin’ gay bar and- Oh, don’t worry, it gets better.” Goten wipes away mud that was dripping down from his hairline towards his eyes with a smirk, "He didn't want to leave. It was an effort to convince him to come here. In fact, he was never convinced. He argued with me the whole way home about why we should have stayed.”

Gohan's eyes widen, "Really?"

"Yes. Really. So, I’m sure talking, to me anyway, wasn’t high on his list of priorities after realizing getting kicked out meant he was single and- Kami, Gohan, do you know what an uncomfortable position that puts me in? I’m his SON! Not his best fucking friend! What were we going to talk to about? His plans for the future-?"

"I’m sure that wouldn’t have been the worst idea."

"-and advice on how to pick up guys?” His face scrunches with irritation, "Yes! It would have been the worst idea! I was not about to sit there and let our FATHER, Gohan, get drunk and start crying about- his ex or- or whatever-” On that note, are you just going to brush the whole Vegeta mess under the rug? “-in a public place, making a scene, before inevitably trying to hook up with the first stranger who caught his eye! Because despite evidence to the contrary, I do understand! I understand that he’s incredibly prone to bad decisions right now! Example fucking A, he was going to sleep outside (or at a stranger’s house) before I brought him here. Outside, Gohan.”

“And with you being the local expert in bad decisions," He says with a gesture to his little brother's clothes, "I'm sure convincing him to use a homophobic slur as a self descriptor was just another helpful addition to your resume of destructive relationships, wasn't it? I mean, honestly, 'Ten! I cannot fathom why YOU of all people would do something like that-”

“‘Me of all people’” he mocks his brother, “Because- it’s true! You don’t under- Uhg- whatever, it doesn't matter. I'm sure I'll find a way to… apologize or... something... where…” He shifts his eyes upwards and his nose follows aimed at not quite the center of the ceiling. His father's energy is low, calm, and very, very high up. "Why’s he... where…?" Goten’s tilts his head in a curious fashion.

Gohan hesitantly lets the subject drop and crosses his arms, “You don’t know where he is?”

“I do. But, not… Is he on a mountain?"

“No... he's... on Kami's lookout."

"Oh. Really? I didn’t know it was that high up. Why is he there? Is he using that stupid time room?"

"No, he’s- Kami's lookout is more than just the room of spirit and time... it's…” Gohan tilts his head from side to side for moment trying to work out how to describe Dende’s home, “It's a place where he can seek guidance and meditate without interruption… Maybe you should find somewhere you can do the same."

Goten scoffs. "I don't meditate."

"Regardless, I'm sure you both could use a break from training right now... I don't know what else you've been doing but whatever it is has exhausted you, 'Ten. You look... " He frowns. Like you're coming apart.

"Fan-fucking-tastic, I know." He lolls his head back letting more muddy rain drip on to the floor,

"When did he go? This morning?"

"Yes. I imagine he has a lot to think about right now… He might not be back for a while.”

“Hm.” Meditating in the sky, huh? Maybe that's a good place for him. Away from everyone, out of my fuckin' way at least. Might be my chance to finally get to Vegeta. Goten's stomach suddenly flips at the stark feeling of rejection still rolling through him from last night. First things first… “I need a fucking shower." He says with a shiver. Slopping, wet footprints follow him as he resigns himself to the only warmth he’s been able to feel lately.

"Wait, Goten..."

"What?" Goten stops halfway up the stairs and looks back at his brother.

"...You knew... didn't you? Before last night?"

He debates his answer for a moment. "Yes... He told me shortly after he came back.”

“That… that was months ago.”

Goten nods. “Yeah... And y’know even if he didn’t tell me, I would have figured it out pretty quick. You should have known even before he left. How did you not notice?”

“What was there for me to notice?”

"Did you never spend any time with him before he left or something? Did you never talk to him? Or go in public with him? Ever? It’s soo- I can’t take him anywhere without having to remind him fourteen times that it’s not socially acceptable to mentally undress every masculine object you walk by as obviously as he does!”

Gohan chuffs weakly, "No, I- ... we didn't... really spend a lot of time together… except when the fate of the world depended on it."

Goten frowns, "Really? At all?"

"Yeah… I had Namek, when he finally showed up and then... there was the year in the time chamber during Cell, but I was still pretty young and we were focused on training. We didn’t talk very much. And after that... He was always gone. With you, with V- .... by himself. ...By the time he left I had my own family to start worrying about. You’ve... spent more time with him than I ever got a chance to."

"You... why didn't you ever tell me that?"

"That I felt abandoned even before he left? 'Ten, you idolized him as a kid. Even though he missed important things for you too. ...When he left, it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. But you? You were devastated. You didn't need the weight of my bitterness too."

Goten chews on that thought for a moment but before Gohan can get another question out, his little brother has already disappeared into the steaming waters of a shower. Goten stays there until his brother leaves for work so he can avoid anymore needling questions he might have. He stays there for the remainder of the morning to wash away the sick feeling from last night that keeps bubbling up in his chest. He stays there until he feels Trunks nearing the house. He better be coming here for Pan.

He was not there for Pan.
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Goten rolls his eyes as he steps out of the shower and finds Trunks already in his room yammering something about ‘the best adventure we’ll have yet.’

“What?”

“Amsterdam! Amsterdam, 'Ten! It's the new thing, we have to go! There's like- there's this festival going on right now and everything!” Trunks wasn't actually sure if there was a festival, or much of anything in Amsterdam besides the vague promise of a drug addled good time, but it the best thing he could come up with. It was a default activity; getting fucked up. Goten wouldn’t question it and Trunks was sure he’d get his best friend to agree.

He still wasn't convinced this was a very good plan but his sister was insistent and he didn't have a better one; so, here he was, distracting one Son while his sister questioned another who they both agreed, between the two they suspected responsible for their father’s recent surge in self destruction, was the easier target for information.

A pair of black jeans hit Goten, who is still in a towel, in the face, “I don't wanna go out. ...Let’s... go to your place.” Because I REALLY need to figure out what the fuck is going on with Vegeta. What has he been DOING this whole time? Obviously not actively trying to kill me.. that’s a good sign! Right?

“Oh, c’mon, Ten. Let me make it up to you. Let’s go out, someplace fun and expensive. I’ll cover everything- We always have fun when we go out.” He grins widely letting those big blue eyes of his really shine because it was cheating yes, but he knows when he pulls his pretty boy face, it’s harder for Goten to deny him.

“Make what up to me?” Goten says already sulking over what he knows will inevitably be coerced into doing when he really had more important things to attend to.

“For… for our argument. I wanted to apologize.”

“You want… to... wait what?” He pulls on the pair of jeans Trunks had thrown at him and casts him a confused look. “Why?”

Trunks has disappeared into his closet again and is now rooting through his clothes. He pokes his head out to respond, “‘Cause! I wanted to say sorry, you know, for punching you in the face? I felt bad..." Well, not that bad. I was drunk, but I'm pretty sure you deserved it. "Look, it's OK. You don't have to tell me everything. I know that's not how you do things.” But still, I would appreciate a little honesty every now and then. It’d be a lot easier if YOU told me what was going on instead of having to go through your father because, no offense, he seems kinda stupid and while my sister is creative and efficient, I approve of ZERO of the ways she gets information from people.

Goten nods his head trying to process what he just said as Trunks picks a bright colored shirt.

“You... don't have to do th- no, that one’s too tight.”

Trunks looks at it with a smirk, “So, definitely this one?”

"No, Trunks, really, I already- last night was super shitty, I don’t wanna go out. I’d rather just go to Cap-”

“Last night? Who cares about last night?! I’m talking about today! We have to go out. I’ve been trying to escape that helldome for weeks! C’mon, ‘Ten, I finally have a day off, tear up the town with me.”

Yes, but you have the day off on The One Day my idiot father chose to be inaccessible to everyone and I finally had an edge on Vegeta , FUCK! “I really really don’t want to go out, Trunks, you have the better game system and-”

Trunks still has a wild card though and his smile broadens as he uses it, “But, ‘Ten, my sister is home. And you know how she gets when she sees you. We won’t get in one good game.”

Goten opens his mouth to respond. He wasn’t worried about Bra these days, but Trunks didn’t know that and Goten had already set off enough alarms last time he went over. He needed to start keeping up appearances, not making them worse. Shit. Why isn’t she back at school? He is forced to concede. Vegeta would just have to wait.
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The first bar Trunks pushes Goten into is over saturated with hot beautiful people and before they have found a place to sit down, Trunks has somehow already procured a bottle and pressed it forcefully to Goten's mouth. “Drink! It’s on me! Everything is on me!”

Goten pulls the bottle away with a choke, wipes his mouth and gives Trunks a look, but his best friend just keeps laughing and joking. Goten can't help but follow suit and comply. He's not even done when Trunks hands him another. And another. And another. And before long everything is a blur of lights and smoke and hot heavy music. He's not very aware of where he is most of the time but he's OK with that because at least Trunks seems to be and has him by the wrist, confidently leading him between clubs and crowds and smoke shops and all kinds of things Goten wished his best friend would slow down enough to let him look at.

When Goten comes to the first time, it has barely been an hour and the most beautiful man he's ever seen is dancing against him. He remembers looking down at his hand at a thick wad of cash that Trunks must have provided because otherwise he had no idea where it could have come from. He remembers looking over at Trunks and noticing that he was sitting alone staring at his phone, no beautiful girl, no club slut, no drink, no nothing but him and his phone. He opens his mouth to say something to his friend, but he doesn’t remember what.

When he comes to the second time he is staring down at a glass of bright green liquid. He can hear someone distantly asking if he's ok. He remembers looking up at a ripped, dark haired but effeminate stranger and thinking they looked... concerned? He remembers them saying, "You sure you trust that friend of yours?" Goten nods with a smile and this time he remembers what he said. It was something along the lines of, "I trust him with my life." He also remembers trying to lean in for more than conversation only to be rejected because, 'Honey, no. You are way too fucked up. You sure you’re alright?' The last thing Goten saw after that was the last of the green drink all over the table and shards of glass between his fingers.

The third and final time he comes to he is in the middle of throwing up in an alleyway and Trunks is leaning against the wall next to him.

“We’re definitely not allowed in the last place ever again.”

“Huh?” Goten struggles to get any sound out of his body other than heaving.

“Well, you're definitely not. ...I didn't even know we could do that with our ki.”

"What’d I do?" Goten is suddenly aware that he is shirtless, there is some bright glowing paint or something mixed together all over his torso and in his hair from when a blacked out Goten had mistakenly let some tall handsome man run their (now broken) hands through it.

“I’m not really sure, but it was colorful, awesome and everyone loved it. If you can learn how to do it without nearly burning everything down, you should teach it to me, because it was… really fucking cool.” He smiles genuinely.

Goten nods weakly before throwing up another liter of burning alcoholic bile. “Mmm… fuck.”

“You good?”

“Yeah…” He stumbles out towards the street, “I wanna- Let’s… go. Thiss… this- I'm tooo- This wasn’t fun…. Why’d ya do this to me?” He asks only half kidding.

“What? Not fun? Just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean you weren’t having a literal blast. And why do you think? Because you’re my friend and you needed it. And I needed it. Besides, when was the last time it was just me and you against the world?” He slings his arm around Goten’s shoulders and the younger almost falls over.

“I don’t know… ”

“Too long, was the right answer, ‘Ten, too long." he pulls out his phone, looks at the time and quickly rereads through his messages before letting out a sigh. "But, since you can’t fuckin’ hang, If you REALLY want to, I guess we'll go home. And here I was mistakenly thinking you could out party me any day of the week." If we go into one more place that serves alcohol- Trunks visibly shudders. Thank fuckin’ Kami he wants to leave, I almost didn’t fucking make it.

The urge to get where Goten was had been slowly eating at him throughout the afternoon until he'd begun feeding Goten alcohol every time he wanted a drink himself as way to get vicarious satisfaction. It had gotten them both nowhere good something fast and he was regretting it. Not only did it make him feel worse, but it made Goten extremely difficult to control. They were incredibly lucky no one was badly hurt with his last stunt, even though it did look fucking cool.

"I’m pretty sure… I still can…” Goten's head drops towards the floor and the rest of his body has to fight to not follow, "you’re sober aren’t you? you can't lie to me... Is it ‘cause you have a drinking problem?”

“I- no.” Trunks responds sharply.

“Saaiiyans with drinking problemss… saiyaaans with angerr problemss… saaaiyans with disappeaarring problemss… fuck, even Saaiiyans with eye problemss… all Saiyans have fuckin’ problemmss and I’m the oonnly one who admitss it.” he slurs with unintentional honesty before tripping over his own feet.

“Oh yeah? What’s your problem?” Trunks asks hoping maybe Goten might finally open up.

“I have fucking problems.” He grins despite slipping into unconsciousness.

Trunks catches him without responding and carries him home feeling like the worst friend in the world. He tries to reason that it's justified. He had to figure out what was going on with his father somehow and 'Ten wasn't going to tell him. He hoped it had at least been worth it, that his sister had gotten something useful out of today, because all he’d gotten was an afternoon full of regrets about what he'd gone and done to someone who trusted him like a brother.
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Aight beautiful readers, if you've stuck with this story this far, thank you. we've got just about ten ish chapters left before the happy wholesome ending T_T
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