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Prologue
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Bra is trying her best to push her brother towards the door, but he is resisting.

“Why can’t I come with you? If Goku knows something, I want to be there too!”

“Trunks!” she huffs, “Don’t be stupid! You think ‘Ten wouldn’t find some weird convenient reason to show up and interfere? You have another job to do.”

He sighs, “Fuuck, whatever. Fine, I’ll go just- keep me updated, ok?”

“Yes, yes, all the updates.” She opens the door and starts shooing him out, “And you do the same. Maybe Captain Trainwreck will finally open up while he hopefully gets more wasted than you do.”

“Shut- I’m not-” He rolls his eyes and halts in the doorway, “And just because he’s all fucked up over his dad being back… it doesn’t make what we’re doing ok.”

“Well, it’s too late to be having second thoughts; you saw our father. Now, get out there and... pretend to have fun, ok?” she finally succeeds in shoving him out of the compound and shutting the door on his moping face.

She leans against a wall and blows air up into her bangs before smiling a very Vegeta smile and quickly making her way to Trunks’ office which she methodically begins ransacking. She starts with his desk and then systematically works her way through each filing cabinet. She checks every draw, under ever paper, in every possible hidden compartment, but the only contraband she finds are a few flasks of what smells like tequila; Gross, is that really your poison of choice? and what she suspects to be a pair of Pan’s underwear, misplaced and long forgotten. They’ve probably done it all over this office, eewww, I’m going to shower in disinfectant after this!

Finally, in a locked safe she smashed open, underneath a pile of financial documents confirming her suspicions that Capsule Corp. was in fact in Trunks’ very capable hands regardless of his flaws, she finds it. A silver metal band untouched. Thank god you do not have the resources to destroy this.

She briefly confirms her father is still sleeping (16 hours and counting) before heading out with two five gallon ice cream containers toward an energy located somewhere unfamiliar and very very high up. Where the- is he on a mountain!?
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She’s been standing right behind him for almost twenty minutes making annoying repetitive noises to draw his attention like she expects something from him. It’s starting to bother him because it is Vegeta’s daughter and not Vegeta. Not that I want to see him right now either or anything…

He was trying to stay focused on the ball of light in his mind that represents wholeness. He was trying, at his eldest son's recommendation, to take a moment away from everyone to figure out what his next step was. He was trying to clear his head before using the room of spirit and time to close the gap in power between him and Vegeta he was forced to come to terms with in the worst way. He was trying but now she was here and why is she here?!

He doesn't open his eyes or shift from his seated posture, “Can I help you?”

She sighs loudly, “Obviously, Goku or I wouldn't be here. I even brought a peace offering so you know my intentions are good.” He hears her walk in front of him and drop two drums of something at his feet.

He finally opens his eyes and frowns at the obvious bribe before trying to resume meditating. Bra, immediately slighted by the gesture, leans into his face with narrowed eyes, “Alright, look, I gave you a chance the other day to ‘make it right’ and now my daddy dearest is worse. So, you better tell me what the hell did you do to fuck it up or-”

“I didn’t do anything!" He snaps rudely.

“Oh really? I suppose he just punched himself out into the middle of the desert then, hm?”

“...Sure sounds like somethin’ he would do.” He mumbles.

“Oh my-! He’s prone to psychotic breakdowns, yes! But usually not without a good reason! What did you do?”

Goku shifts his seated position counter clockwise away from her.

“Goku!” She turns his head to face her, “You are mistaken if you think I’m asking!” Her ki flares and frizzes her hair. “I’m trying to be nice,” she kicks one of the ice cream containers, “because I promised my brother. But I swear-” She lets go of him and Goku watches her pace back and forth, “if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on between you two that is making him try to fucking kill himself, Kami over there” she points to Dende who is some distance away tending to some strange looking plants, “better fucking help you, because I’m about to lose my m-”

“That’s Dende, not Kami.” He remarks snidely.

She screams because a tantrum had never failed her before, “AAAHHH--”

“WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT!? SHUT-!” He suddenly shouts over her and she has to admit, she’s secretly impressed. She held the record for volume in the Brief household and this soft spoken push over had easily out matched her. She stops and lets her hands drop back to her sides trying to get a better read on him before doing something rash. “ ...Sorry- I’m sorry…” he shakes his head barely recomposed, “But I have nothing to tell you. It’s over. He doesn’t want… me.”

“Wh- of course he does! What do you mean ‘it’s over?!’ You were supposed to make-up not break-up!”

He breaks posture and runs one of his hands through his wild spikes of hair, “I know! I tried! I tried really hard! But according to him-” his voice breaks off.

“According to him what?” She prods carefully.

“According to him I’m not ‘worthy’ of even being a sparring partner for the Prince of-” he looks at Vegeta’s daughter and momentarily hesitates, “Prince of jerks.” He mocks sharply before trying to resume a steady seated posture.

“...What? Sparring partner…?” That’s your kryptonite? Why am I not surprised?

“...It was more than that.” He says softly with closed eyes, “It’s always more than that with Vegeta.”

She sighs, “I’m sure it is. But that’s why I’m here. To figure out why this is happening. He is hurting as much as you are and I need your help getting to the bot-”

His face twists into disagreement, “He’s not-”

“He is! You KNOW he is! You saw him in the chamber, Goku! Fuck! And I know you care or you wouldn’t have been there.”

“I know! But-” He gives up on meditating for the time being, “But he doesn’t care! And- I can’t- It’s over. So I don’t know what you want from me!”

“What do you mean he doesn’t care?”

“I mean! …. He’s not… who I thought… I don’t know. I don’t know! Go away. I came here to be alone.”

She crosses her arms, steps back to give him a little room and decides to take a different approach. “Goku, can I ask you a personal question?” He looks like he’s about to say no so she continues before he can, “Just out of curiosity, how long has your, uh, for lack of a better word, affair with my father been going on?”

His eyes lock onto hers with defensive intent. His expression softens though when he decides it really doesn’t matter what he tells anyone anymore. He had nothing to lose . “...Since … before … Goten… or… right around then. But it stopped when...Bul- ...when your mom got sick. ...'n I left not long after.” he says quietly.

Her mouth pops open. She had been expecting a lot of things. Things like denial, silence, lies, really anything other than the blatant truth and What?! Years?! YEARS?! “Wooooooww! I suspected it had been- but I didn't think- Oook” She can’t help throwing in a painful quip, “At least you had the decency to give my mother her last few months with him.”

“I- ...” He looks down sadly, “I think it... hurt her a lot when she found out. We weren't friends afterwards.”

“I imagine not and under normal circumstances I’m sure I’d take her side, but she’s not here anymore. You are. So, how about you tell me what’s going on before I lose him too.”

“Bra.” He looks at her with honest pain, “I have been gone for… for years. I don’t… know him anymore. Things… are different and… I can’t tell you what’s ‘going on’ because I don’t know what’s going on. I just know that… he doesn’t… want me. He... never has.”

She sits down next to him. “Oh, Goku, I wish you could see him right now. You’d see just how untrue that is.”

“I don't need to see him. I can feel him. He's…” Goku looks off in the direction of CC, “sleeping. Like nothing’s wrong.”

“Really?” she asks snidely, “Like nothing’s wrong? He’s SLEEPING. In the middle of the day. For… however the fuck long he’s been out.” Goku stays focused on that area with a frown, “What timeline did you come from where my father ever does that?”

Finally she sees the concern she knew was there all along cross his face, “Then why would he- No. No, he doesn’t-” he lets out a frustrated huff. “Please go away. I don’t want to talk about this with you.”

She flops onto the cool sterile tile with her head in her palms and looks at him. “Goku… don’t be like that. He probably didn’t mean it. We all know how stubborn my father can be.”

“It wasn’t like that this time.”

She frowns, “How can you be sure?”

“I don’t need to prove or tell you anything.”

“What if he regrets what he said?”

“Then it was his mistake to say it.” He closes his eyes and resumes meditating.

“Uhg, fine. He’s an asshole who fucked things up and dumped you. Whateverr~. I had a bad feeling that was the case.” She watches him with a pout and clicks her nails against the cool tile floor as she thinks. “Ok, so normally I would never reccomend this, because your ex is not just some guy, he’s my dad, but have you like, tried going psycho on him?”

“...What?”

“Yeah, you know like calling non stop, showing up at his house, forcing him to talk to you. Maybe even throw in a few casual threats. Light his car on fire. I mean- if he had one. I’d say break the gravity room, but he already did that himself sooo… I don’t know. But I’m sure I could help you come up with something catastrophic to get his attention and make him come to his senses-”

“...Why would I-” His brows arch with uncertainty over whether or not she’s joking, “I don’t think… any of that… is a good idea.”

“Maybe not, but it’s highly effective in my experience. Pyscho ex rule number one, breaks ups happen only on your terms.” He looks at her doubtfully. “Have you even tried talking to him since your fight or whatever?”

“No.”

“Oh c’mmoooon, Goku. That is not how you handle a breakup. What are you doing? Sulking?” he cracks his eye open at her in time to catch her gesturing to their calm sterile surroundings, “Noo! Literally, how is sitting here supposed to make him regret his decision and take you back?”

“It’s… not.”

“Ok, wow. Before I waste any more time, do you even want him back?”

“...That’s a stupid question.”

“Great.” She clicks her tongue, “Complicated runs in the Son blood.” He rolls his eyes. “Goku, we’re in a state of Saiyan emergency here and I’m just going to lay it on the table that if I don’t get your full cooperation now I’m going to have to resort to other methods and I garuntee you’re not going to like those.”

“... I don’t like any of your methods now.”

“Oh, because yours are so much better, right? The method where you don’t speak at all? Where you do fucking nothing and stay broken up? No, Goku! That’s not working!!!”

“Yeah? Well, I’m not the one you need to convince!”

She purses her lips, “Apparently not. But my father’s not exactly the most approachable person in the world, Mr. I-Already-Know-That-Because-I-Only-Talk-To-My-Boyfriend-When-Shit-Is-Absolutely-Already-Fucked-Up-Beyond-All-Repair. I’m on your side here, Goku. Work with me.”

He softens a little and hesitates before offering, “Maybe you should ask Goten what’s wrong with Vegeta. He knows everything.”

Oh I KNEWWWW he was the source of the problem. She throws her head back with a laugh, “HA! No he doesn’t.”

“He knows more than me.”

“Ok well, no offense, but that’s still really far from everything. Why would you even think that?” She begins kicking her feet back and forth.

He looks out into the clouds. “He was right about... I dunno. He... says a lot of things I don’t understand though, so he must know more.”

Her feet pause and she cocks her head, “...Liiiike what?”

“Hm? Oh… I don't know.”

“Oh, c’mon, Goku!” her feet resume their whimsical back and forth, “I know you're not stupid. What could Ten-Ten possibly tell you that you didn't understand?” She pushes one of the ice cream containers at him and he hesitantly accepts it.

“...Vegeta always called me stupid.” He says before digging a spoon into the softening ice cream.

She snorts, “Well, after a freakin’ decade together hopefully you know better than to believe everything he says. I love my father, he spoiled me like the princess I obviously am, but even I know what a compulsive jackass he can be. Now spill. What does Goten say that has you all wrapped up?”

Goku laughs with the spoon in his mouth, “If I tell you what he said, will you… tell me what it means?"

She smirks, “I'll certainly try my very best to explain the great mysteries of Goten.”

“Ok, well... it’s… just words mostly. Like, he said he has… a gaydar? And Vegeta… set it off? And I wasn’t sure… what that’s supposed to mean.”

She snorts, “Ok. I could see that. My father is a little… eccentric. Kinda weird that he told you that though. Don’t you think?”

“Uhh…”

“Right ok, so you know what radar is?”

“Yes… Oooh!”

“That’s right, you guessed it!” she says just shy of being condescending, “Gaydar is an internal radar for detecting the gay in people.”

“So it’s like the dragon radar! But for-”

“What? No, it’s not like the dragon radar.”

He furrows his brow, “Then how does it work? Is it ki based?”

“No Goku, it’s not… it’s not a literal radar. It’s an observation thing. Like, …it has to do with paying attention to how someone dresses and walks and talks. It’s a little hard to describe to someone who doesn’t have a foundational understanding of human stereotypes but sometimes you can look at a guy and just know. It’s obvious. Some, like your son, require you to be more observant. … Got it?”

He arches his brow in thought, “Yeah, I think so. ...Do I make it obvious?”

She clicks her tongue with a smile, “It might shock you to learn that being married with two kids has a tendency to throw people off.”

He laughs awkwardly, “Oh. Yeah… I guess it… threw me off too.”

“That’s- yeah, your gaydar needs a little work but that’s ok. What else has Goten told you?”

“Uh… well, last night he asked me if I was a… a mass-a-kiss?”

“... A... masochist?” Why on earth would your son ask something like that?

“That's what I said.”

“Yeah, no it wasn’t. That's someone who likes... pain.”

His face twists with consideration, “Hum. Maybe in a way... because... I really like fighting. And that hurts a lot-”

“No, no, no, no- not like fighting- Uhg-” She shakes her head, “Masochists like pain during sex. They get off on it. Makes the experience…. More intense, or something. I don’t know, it’s not my kink. But that’s the general idea.” He stares blankly at her and she mistakes his unfocused look for confusion. She doesn’t realize he’s simply trying very hard to repress the urge to blurt out,

“But that it is like fighting!”

“What?”

“Yeah, it definitely makes it more intense just like when- er-” He looks away in embarrassment and stops himself from admitting something he realized probably wasn’t appropriate. “...Nevermind.”

She then watches him subconsciously reach his hand behind his head to rub his neck with a blush. OH my god. Is that a nervous twitch!? That is SOO cute! and quickly realizes he has not misunderstood at all. “Well, I’m sure you really compliment my father in that regard.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing. I’m enjoying this little talk is all. What else don’t you know?” She twists a finger through her hair with a smirk.

“I’m sure there’s more, but I don’t remember them all. ...Oh, um. What makes someone a faggot?”

“A what!?” she flips back over with a loud slap of her forearms and palms against the sterile laminate, “Where did you hear that?!”

“...Goten…”

“OHHHHHohmygod. You did not! Really?!”

Goku nods. “I know it’s not… not a nice thing to say, but… I still want to know why Goten isn’t but I am.”

“He said you- WOOW! I can’t BELIEVE- I mean, I totally can, but still! Talk about self loathing.” She shakes her head and looks him with a sigh, “It doesn't mean anything, it’s just an insult for- it really doesn’t matter. But you should totally smack him next time he says it and tell him it takes one to know one.”

“Gohan kinda already did.” He tries not to smile. “Not really. But he yelled at him for sayin’ it. Maybe I shoulda stopped him but… Gohan is… He doesn’t do anythin’ without a good reason. So… I think… Goten probably deserved it.”

“Yeah, he definitly did. Wait, so… Does Gohan know… about all this?”

“Yes. Mostly. I told him about… Me ‘n Vegeta.”

She pauses before asking, “And… your… wife?”

“Yeah” He chuckles anxiously, “I left her. ...Yesterday.”

“Oh, you did? Wow! Congratulations! That’s so exciting. You’re like, totally doing good things for yourself.”

He looks up in surprise, “Yeah?”

“Yeah! Must be like a huge relief!”

“It is! I feel so much better.” Goku smiles back warmly, “Thanks! It’s- I mean, I cared about her, but…” His brows furrow.

“No no, I totally get you. It’s hard. This is really good though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” She laughs. “Now you can get out there and live your best life! Sure you’re also upending shit all over the place, but I can respect that. You’re just trying to do you.”

He laughs weakly, “I’m tryin’.”

“What’s stopping you?” He plays absently with the spoon. “Except well- I imagine your son hasn’t been taking this very well, has he?” She says with a spoonful of ice cream.

“Gohan? He said that-”

“No.” she waves her spoon at him, “Not- I don’t care about Gohan, he’s a pretentious snob. Goten. Tell me what Goten has done about it. Called you names apparently, but what else? Did he not…. give you any kind of advice or… or anything? Did you ask him?”

He chuffs a little angrily, “Yeah. And it was to, ‘stay away from Vegeta, because he’s using me.’ ...And then the rest of the time I think he was just makin’ fun of me for… being with him in the first place which isn’t fair. He doesn’t-” His eyes flick to Bra’s and he starts putting serious work in on the drum of ice cream instead of saying any more.

“Using you? ...Why would he think that? What did you tell him?”

“That’s just it! I didn’t- didn’t even really tell him anythin’! I- I don’t know how he knows. But… he did ‘cause… he was right. Vegeta said it himself.” He digs the spoon in and just stares down sadly into the melting drum.

“And it didn’t strike you as odd that he ‘knows’ that?”

“I-” he considers her question carefully, “What do you mean?”

“Goku…” He looks up at her, “Just how well do you know your son?”

“I know him… pretty well.”

“You know that he’s like ultra psycho right?”

“I-”

“Literally the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.”

“He’s still my son Bra and I would appreciate if you didn’t say things like that about him.”

She rolls her eyes, “You know Goten’s also gay right? Like, zero interest in women whatsoever.”

“Yes.”

“And that… he lived at Capsule Corp? Spent basically all his time training with… my father?”

“Uh, sort of, yes.”

“And you know they had a huge fight the day you came back, right? Haven’t talked to each other since?” Except for once, thank you TRUNKS.

“Yes…”

“And… none of that raised any kind of red flags for you?”

“I- … what… red flags...? I don’t.. It’s not like- I mean, yeah, it did, but I don’t-”

“Ok, you at least know that he hates you, right?”

She tilts her head while she watches Goku fidget with the spoon in his hand. “Goten doesn’t... hate me.”

Ok, maybe I am overestimating him a bit, “ What?”

“He’s… Not very nice, but I don’t think-”

Bra lets out a bark of laughter “Oh, oh my god. You can’t be serious. Do you believe everyone is good deep down or something?”

“Yes, of course.”

She throws her head back with another laugh, “HA! I see why my father likes you so much. You’re just a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” She sighs, “I hate to break it to you, but Goten? Not exactly your number one fan. Enemy number one more like. No one could even bring you up around him without risking a total meltdown. And don’t even get me started on if someone made the mistake of mentioning that you two look the same. Capsule Corp. went through like, a lot of mirrors back in the day.”

“He…” Goku shifts uncomfortably, “But we train together all the the time.”

She deadpans at him, “He also nearly killed you during your ‘training.’”

“I don’t think he meant to do that and it was because of your tech-”

“Wh- didn't mean- Are you for real? I can’t believe he convinced you to keep sparring with him after that! And it was my technology, yes, that he STOLE from MY lab! I didn’t give that to him!”

His eyes widen in shock, “You didn’t? But you said-”

“No, no, don’t you dare twist my words, Goku. He told you what he was doing with it, because I sure as hell had no idea.”

“...He stole it from you?”

She stares at him in disbelief. “You really don’t know shit about your son, do you?” He stammers for a moment. “Ok, what did he tell you happened to his hair and face? I’m just curious now, how the situation you’re in continues to elude you.”

He hesitates for a moment, “Goten said… Vegeta attacked him. Vegeta said… he lost his temper while they were training.”

Bra cocks her brow at him, “Oh really? Training, hm? Likely story.”

“Yeah. I… don’t believe them either.” He sighs and fiddles his spoon around the half melted ice cream still left in the container, “But even though Vegeta is a jerk, he rarely lies. ...Not… not to other people anyway. He lies to himself. A lot.”

“Well, I hope you know your son, on the other hand, is a very proficient liar.”

He looks up at Vegeta’s daughter, “No, he’s not. He’s… he’s terrible at it, like me. ... he just does it all the time. About everything. So I can never tell... what he's lying about.”

“Don’t know- the fuck? If you know he’s lying then call him out on it!”

“But he’s-”

“But he’s what? Your idiot son? So what? Look in a mirror. You are Son Fucking Goku. Hero of the goddamn universe.” He is so startled he stopped eating and stares at her not knowing what to say to that. “Goku, what the fuck. Are you the hype? Or not?”

“I- I- the what?”

She scoffs, “Goten is clearly taking advantage of how trusting you are and pushing it as far is it can go. He thinks he can control you! And Goku, all I’m hearing from you is that you’re letting him! Because you still feel bad for leaving! You’re back! Get over it!” Oh, Goten, I'm about light a fire and fuck your world up.

“Controlling me? Wha- why? He’s not-”

“I don’t know!” But I have a few theories and I really don’t think you want to hear them. “No one knows. It’s Goten, he’s a fucking psychopath. And not even a fun one like me. He’s like a dark broody angry sad one. Ew. The point is! I don’t know! And! You need to find out why and confront him about it so he stops.”

“... What do I do?”

“Uh, well you DON’T need to waste time meditating about this shit. What do you mean ‘what do I do’?! Do the Saiyan thing! Fight him. Win. Get the answers! If not for my father, then for you. Remind him who you are. Don’t let him get away with lying to your face when you obviously know better! What is wrong with you?!”

A warm fuzzy feeling floods his chest before there is a long pause and his expression drops,

“He’s… stronger now. So’s Vegeta.”

She clicks her nails against the cool tile. “And I… have a solution for that little problem.” He looks up at her and tilts his head as she pulls out a metal band with a small x on it from her pocket. He scoots away with widened eyes.

“Nonono” she holds out her hands reassuringly, “I'm not going to use it on you. I mean. I was, if you didn't cooperate. But now I'm giving it to you. Because I’m ama~zing.”

“No, no, that’s not- I’m just-” he laughs nervously, “going to spend a few days in the spirit room. I don’t want-”

“The what?”

“It’s-” he points with his head towards a building near where Dende had been earlier, “Time is different there. I can train-”

“Oh. Well, then.” She clicks her tongue, “Sure. You can keep fucking around with time and waste more YEARS of your life not knowing what he’s lying to you about. Or.” She puts a tap of ki on the band and it opens. Then she closes it again and offers it to him. “You can use this. It binds ki and I know for a fact it works on him.”

Goku stays silent as he hesitantly accepts it.

“You probably won’t have to use it. But just in case. You know?”

“Just… in case…” He repeats uncertainty.

“Yeah and don’t worry, it’s super easy to use. Just put a little ki into it and it pops open. Then you slap that bad boy on him and boom, no ki. His heart might stop for a couple seconds, don’t worry, he survived the first time, he’ll survive this time too.”

“What?”

“Nothing! Really, it’s safe. I promise.”

He sets it aside a safe distance from himself while Bra pulls out her phone and begins scrolling through the slew of messages her brother sent her. “Oh, fun! My brother sent a video! Look! They're like- totally partying right now.” She leans towards him so they can both look at her screen. Goku watches in fascination the most incredible ki display he’s ever seen before a particularly large uncontrolled burst causes Goten to fall off the table he’s standing on and nearly split his face open on the floor. The video abruptly ends with Trunks running towards him saying, “‘Ten!! That was so fucking cooOh shit a fire! Shitshitshithi-”

“Wow, I didn’t know we could do that.” Bra admits.

He pulls her phone a little closer to his face and replays it. “That’s- I’ve never seen anything like that before. I wonder how he did all those colors.”

“Yeah, your son is gifted alright. Here, selfie time.” She pulls him in close and looks up at her phone, “Smile!” She snaps a picture of his bewildered face squished next to her gleeful one.

“What was that for?”

“Just… letting my brother know I kept my promise and didn’t do anything… rash.” Her brightly colored fingernails tap through her phone until she finds a filter she likes and sends it. “Goku, this was… really, it was a great talk and I expect great things.” She stands up, “So keep me posted on that confrontation of yours, ok?” He nods with a smile as she walks backwards toward the edge, “And… please for the love of- let me know immediately if you use that.”

“I will.”

She mouths the word ‘good’ and winks at him before leaning back off the edge into a casual free fall for a few thousand feet which was thrilling, but really no good for her hair.
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“So, that went… terribly. What do we do now?” Trunks sulks in the hallway looking a ragged mess.

“Well, I guess we don’t really have a choice. We help dad upgrade the Gravity Chamber.”

“What? Why would we-”

“So we have something to do while we wait.” She smiles deviously before walking away towards her lab.

“While we- Oh god, no, what did you do?” he follows her, “You said you didn’t do anything! Bra! What did you do?! Wait for what?!”

Hummm. there's no better break up food than Ice cream. Why is that?
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