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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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"No, dad, you have to- try aiming at their heads. And stop button smashing, you're going to break the controller again."
"But I don't know what any of the buttons do!"
"Well that doesn't mean you should press all of them at once! I told you, x is jump, triangle is smash, square is reload, right AND left trigger are shoot- uhg, here, try... try this, turn towards that guy, ok, now run up to him and press x-x-triangle-circle really fast."
"AH! Yes! I got him!" He smiles broadly. "Oh wow, that's a lot of blood!"
"See? Not so hard. Consider it training for... tactics and reflex."
Goku nods and gets a serious look on his face before trying the exact same combination several more times with a slightly-better-than-chance success rate.
This wasn't originally what he planned on doing when he sat next to Goten. He had intended on trying to talk him into training this morning with the deeper intention of trying to start a conversation about something he really didn't want to talk about. But it was storming outside and he got distracted when his son offered to teach him the game he was playing.
It was in Goku's nature to avoid and put off work for as long as he could, but after three days, the feeling that he needed to take action was beginning to needle at him. Vegeta's daughter was right, he couldn't keep continuing to pretend nothing was wrong. Despite Goten's continual insistence and everyone else's seeming ignorance, he knew better. Though, it wasn't reassuring to remember the last few times they'd talked about anything of importance it hadn't gotten them anywhere.
Goku pauses the game and stares at the screen for a few moments before turning to his son with a serious look. "...Goten, I-"
The front door opens, interrupting him, and drawing their attention. They look over at Gohan who has just walked in drenched from the pouring rain holding a small cardboard box looking nothing short of miserable.
"Long day?" Goten asks before putting his feet up.
Gohan gives his brother a curt exhausted nod before walking over and dropping the box on the coffee table in front of his father. "This is... all yours. Or all mom would give me anyway."
Goten couldn't read minds, but the implacably dispirited expression crossing his father's face said nothing short of, 'Oh yeah. I forgot. I left my wife.' Goten has to bite his tongue to avoid laughing.
"Actually… dad, can we talk for a minute? I guess I have… good news for you." Gohan says with a tired sigh.
"Sure…" He sets down the controller and follows his eldest son into the kitchen.
Goten watches with his peripherals until they've cleared the other side of the wall and started talking before taking the box and going through it.
He'd noticed his father was quite the minimalist, but it still surprised him how few possessions he owned. Some clothing, a bag of senzu beans, some weighted training gear, which looked very old, some kind of… red… stick? A pole? Goten picks it up and inspects it out of curiosity but couldn't come to a conclusion on its purpose. He picks up a glass orange orb with four red stars on it. He hums over it, the stories, the rumors he'd heard then places it carefully back in the box and continues rooting through the rest of his father's belongings. All that was left were a couple of pictures… and… Bingo. A phone.
"Let's see… how you're handling that break up…" he is halted by a request for a password, "Shit. Who taught you how to do that?"
1-2-3-4 (wrong)
4-3-2-1 (wrong)
Damn. It's probably either my birthday or Gohan's. Damn it! He agonizes for a moment over which of the two dates is more likely before something else catches his attention. Goku has almost a dozen messages waiting for him. Goten can't see what they say but he can see who they're from.
What. The. F- THAT! BITCH! What the fuck does she think she's doing!? I told her not to- He is livid. He was sure he'd secured that liability. Why the fuck would she- Her father was in no position to protect her, was he? Neither was Goku, I out-power him, which only left TRUNKS! YOU SON OF A- Goten's eye twitches as he fights to contain the sudden burst of rage. No, can't be mad at him. Not Trunks' fault his sister is a conniving whore. Probably talked him into it. He doesn't know anything. Would have said something. ...Right?
This was getting out of control. He was losing his grip on the situation. He had to contain this before it spun any further. He needed to deal with her and maybe if he was lucky deal wi - no, not deal with- have a good long talk with Vegeta to really set things right. But he can't do any of that with his father just going around doing whatever he goddamn wants! Ruining every-
His next step comes very suddenly and very easily to him. He doesn't question it. It was the only way. It just. Made. Sense. He had been left no choice. Nothing was going to change otherwise. He had to fix the problem that was his father picking the most inconvient time to show back up in his life. And he had to fix it now.
He quickly stashes the phone back in the small box before his father walks into the room, hand behind his head rubbing his neck in that stupid fashion he always does when he was uncomfortable or nervous or just didn't know what else to do. Goten picks up the controller and resumes the game.
"Everything good?" he asks as Goku slumps next to him.
A rare moment of contemplation chases across Goku's features, "Chi Chi and I… weren't technically married when I came back. It was already… 'annulled'...? I don't…. have to get a divorce, so that is good." His brows crinkle, "But I think I'm still technically dead."
"Yeah well, your other ex is still an illegal alien after almost thirty years. I wouldn't worry about it."
Goku nods and starts going through the box. He watches carefully as his father picks up his phone and starts laughing quietly as he reads through it.
"What's so funny?" Goten asks sharply.
"Hm? Oh… nothing…" Goku waves off the attitude and slides his phone into his pocket before picking up the other controller still smiling over her messages.
I might just kill her too. "Dad." Goten suddenly says very brightly in high contrast to his usual temperament. "Let's spar."
Goku looks out the window with a frown, "...but it's pouring out."
"Oh. Never-mind, I guess. I didn't realize you were afraid of a little rain."
Goku pauses with deja-vu. He knew that tactic. It was the same tactic he used to get Vegeta to do things he knew Vegeta wouldn't want to do. Other than whining, of course. Vegeta also had a soft spot for whiners. Still, Goku had no idea it was that effective. Even though he was so viscerally aware that something about the way Goten asked wasn't right, the Saiyan part of him could never turn down a spar after a comment like that. Of course I'm not afraid of the rain! I can fight in any condition. He can't pass it up. "I'm not."
"So... you wanna spar?"
"Yeah." Goku hopes maybe this will work out for him too. Maybe he can get Goten to finally tell him what's going on.
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Goku finally thinks he understands the advantage to the extremely tight pants Vegeta always wore other than hopelessly distracting him.
Sweatpants got heavy in the rain. Not that weight was an issue, but the constant chafing of his movements and the fabric not following him the way it was supposed to was unbelievably annoying. He doesn't see how Goten isn't bothered by the same thing. He's not sure if he trains in weather like this regularly, or if he just simply doesn't care. Whatever the case, he seems to be enjoying this and hitting just as hard as he usually does. Maybe harder.
Over the last few months he had noticed many things about his son. He didn't always take the hit when he had it, but when he did, he always meant it. When he was serious, which didn't seem to be very often around Goku, he could be a ferocious fighter and like Vegeta he never let his guard down. In fact if it weren't for the flarey movement that slowed him down and allowed for sloppy openings, Goku is sure his son would be the better fighter. But he wasn't. Even though he was significantly stronger. He wasn't better.
All his thoughts give him pause and he is not paying as much attention as he should be. Goten's fist is coming at him quick and he has to instant transmit to avoid it. When Goku reappears his counter is blocked and repaid with a kick to the rib cage that sends him straight to the ground wheezing.
Goten flies down after him and lands in front of him, "You almost had me!" he says with a peculiar smile, "But you're getting predictable with that."
Goku rubs the aching spot while getting up, "Am I?"
Goten, who hadn't powered up once out of frustration, which was unusual, answers with a calm almost pleasant demeanor, "Yes."
Goku stands there in the pouring rain for a few moments eyeing his son warily not sure if he was really having a good time or if something else was going on in his head.
"I like that technique though. Keeps me on my toes." Goten smirks, "It's ki based isn't it?"
Goku laughs uncomfortably, "Uh... I think so."
"Teach it to me."
There's a long pause as Goku hesitates, "I've never taught it to anyone. I'm… not sure I could."
"Tch! What? But you are the greatest fighter of all time, dad. I'm sure you could teach it. And I really want to learn it." He leans in close and even though he's smiling, the baring of his teeth was a very unsettling gesture "Because you're right, you never know what kind of enemies I might be fighting in the future."
A chill runs down Goku's spine and in an unusual move of self preservation he keeps his guard up and kicks one of his feet back into stance as Goten begins circling him.
"How about... I fight you for it?"
Goku tracks his sons movements carefully, something… isn't right. "Fight me for it?"
"Yeah." He crosses his arms and continues circling him slowly, "We'll spar in base form, I won't power up; even footing" he sneers, "We'll spar to the first hit. And if I win, you at least try to teach it to me."
"...and if I win?"
Goten stops face to face with him, "I don't know. What do you want?"
He thinks for a moment whether this was really the best time. His son had a strange way of being his happiest when something was wrong and something was definitely wrong. But he had to ask. Bra was right, he needed to know. "I... want the truth."
"The- about what?" Goten asks with a smug laugh.
"About you… and Vegeta."
"Me... and Vegeta..." He says slowly looking up at the rain. Ooooh yeah, she's done for. "And why... would you want to know that when I've already told you a dozen fucking times?"
"Because I don't- don't believe you! I know you're lying."
He narrows his eyes and stays toe to toe, eye to eye, with the man he once impersonated, "If you're so sure that I'm lying, then tell me, what do you think happened?"
"I- I don't know." But I'm starting to think you-
"You don't know…" He tilts his head up and pretends to think about it, "No. I don't agree to that condition. Pick something else."
"That's… but that's all I want. Is for you to stop lying to me. It's all you've done since I've come back. To me, to Gohan, to Chi Chi… to everyone."
"Well, I guess it's an immutable facet of my personality you'll just have to deal with like everyone else." Goku frowns as his son resumes circling him, "Pick something else."He pushes on Goku's shoulder in mocking sportsman-like camaraderie.
His father shakes his head as he glares at him distrustfully.
"Alright! Fine, have it your way, if you get the first hit, I'll tell you whatever you want to know and I'll never ask about the IT technique again." He holds out his hand in truce.
But it is so hard to trust Goten when he has that look in his eye assuring his father he wasn't going to fight fair. Goku decides the danger is limited as he remembers the band in his pocket. He shakes Goten's hand. "Ok."
Goten blasts off quickly to gain distance and forces his father to follow and catch up. When he does, Goten is waiting for him and goes for an all out knock out right off the bat. Then again. And again. And again. Goku sure he has never been forced to dodge so many times in a row. If he doesn't he'll go straight to the ground.
Goten is snapping his fists back too quickly for Goku to risk trying to catch one. He might end up getting pulled in close instead. He tries to figure out a pattern or opening, something, because although Goten's form isn't perfect, he learns fast and takes full advantage of his natural aptitude for powerful well coordinated combinations.
Goku is watching for the moment Goten powers up. He was sure he would. He always did. That's how Goten won all their spars. So Goku decides to dodge, weave, wait, and play defense biding time for the moment Goten proved this wasn't just a spar. The moment comes when he tries to bring the battle back down to the ground and Goten chases after him ready to land a final blow with a glint of Super Saiyan simmering on the edges.
Just before he does, before Goten can transform and land that hit, Goku disappears. Then reappears and disappears and reappears. Over and over again he IT's around Goten trying to disorient him moving too quickly for Goten to respond tactically. He disappears one last time and watches his son from a distance away.
He watches Goten turn and turn, trying to figure out which direction his father will reappear in.
A left elbow connects to the back of Goten's neck forcing his abdomen to collapse onto Goku's knee. Goten slips out of Super Saiyan and coughs violently.
"I win. ...I'm not teaching that technique to you. Now tell me the tr-"
Goten staggers upright and wipes his mouth. "That's ok." he sneers, "I don't need it." Goten explodes full speed at his father taking him to the ground.
"Ahhg! Goten!" he stutters between blows. "STOP!"
"NO!" He slams his fist into Goku's nose,
"Wh- why?!" He splutters.
"Because! I hate you!" He pulls back and sits up. Goku's eyes are wide and he stares at his son who leans in close with a bloodthirsty grin,
"You want to know the truth? Ha! HA! FUCK!" He punches again, "YOU! THAT'S THE TRUTH!"
Goku responds by smashing his fist into Goten's jaw. For a moment he thinks he has a shot at regaining the upper hand. The moment doesn't last long. Goten flares his power and catches one fist. Then the other. He twists them back trying to force his father into a pin.
I'm… I'm losing. No, I can't lose! He focuses on freeing one of his hands and succeeds, but he still can't get to his pocket as Goten rears back his fist back.
"You know dad, I'm worried about all your head trauma. I'm worried that if you take one more bad hit you might never wake up. What a tragedy that would be."
Goku watches his son begin to wind up and in an act of desperation runs his one free hand up under Goten's shirt then just below the waist of his pants frantically searching for something. His palm sweeps across the rough edges of a scar and pauses.
Goten abruptly pulls back, "What the fuck are you-"
Goku throws as much ki as he can into his palm and slams it into the scar.
Goten immediately goes completely slack and collapses on top of Goku howling in pain. Goku seizes the opportunity to wiggle out from underneath the buckled frame and looks down at his son who is a quivering drooling mess from the agony still coursing through him all the way from his tail scar to the edges of his ears, fingertips and toes.
"That was... such a cheap... shot..." the words come out fuzzy as his vision blurs.
But Goku wasn't thinking about fairness. He was thinking about how even though he hated using this technique without consent, he was going to get the answer he wanted in one way or another. His son was going to give him the truth.
"Goten. I'm sorry."
"Sorry for wha..."
Goku places his hand on the side of Goten's face and closes his eyes.
"What are you-" He begins to struggle up but his ability to respond is halted and he is forcibly pulled into conscious limbo. Any progress towards recovery was put on hold. There is a moment of darkness before everything flashes in front of him instantaneously.
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A/N: As I'm sure you're all wondering, Goku's password is actually just 4-4-4-4. He's a simple guy.
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Prologue	By : Herpb4uDerp Category: Missing Data > Missing Data Views: 194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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