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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Wound Up
A few unsatisfying hours later Goten finds himself wandering back to the Capsule Corp doorstep looking for Trunks and before long he has talked his best friend away from the mountain of paperwork he needed to finish. Now they are slaying each other in smash, drinking their way through the large expensive stock Capsule Corp. used to just keep for corporate parties but now, had to be restocked weekly thanks to Trunks. Though Goten certainly did his part too and although neither of them knew it, on rare occasions so did Vegeta.

"Ah, damn! No! No!" Goten starts smashing buttons to save his character until there is a cracking sound between his fingers.
"Shit. Not again, man"
"Huh?" His eyes followed Trunks' to the pieces of plastic in his hands. "Sorry."
"I mean, it's not that I can't afford it." He exits out of the game and turns off the screen, "but we’re gonna have to start buying in bulk." He laughs as Goten gets up and throws the pieces away before collapsing onto the couch now left without anything to entertain himself except a new drink.
"I only have one controller now.” He waves his hands, “Don't get me wrong, I break my fair share of glasses too, I guess, but you're wound tighter than a spring. That’s like the fourth one you’ve broken this month."
Goten lets out a long exhausted sigh, "I knowwww. I can’t fuckin’- ….How do you do it?"
"What, beat your ass in smash? Practice, ha."
"No, I mean... you’re Saiyan too, aren’t you?" he buries his head into his hand, "don’t you ever just need to- ...Fuck! I dont know! I can't get a good lay lately and I'm I- I'm losing my mind, Trunks!"
"Woah, woah, woah, ok, hold on. ...What?"
"I just- I am wound up! I have so much-” He can’t quite find the right word, “energy? So much- … and I don’t know what to do with it! And I just wanna fuck! But ahg, lately it’s so hard to hold back and I just want to … let go but humans are so weak and- ...I don’t know. Nothing seems to help."
"Heh, you mean no one?"
Goten huffs and admits defeat.
"The internet is a vast place 'Ten. I'm sure there's guys out there looking for a rough-"
"Yeah but c'mon, no one's looking for a broken hip."
Trunks blinks in disbelief, "...Is it really that bad?"
He shrugs.
"Well.... have you tried... just... like, letting the other person do all the work?" He asks bluntly, “Aren’t you usually a top? So that’s easy then, right? He can just-”
"He can just what? Do everything? I’m not gonna lay there like a fuckin’ mattress, Trunks. And it doesn’t matter I still- I still want to just- uhg whatever."
Trunks snorts, "Ok, well, when you put it like that- it sounds terrible, ‘lay there like a matress’” He shakes his head, “but it’s not that bad. When ever I fuck regular girls, I have to let them do most of the work-”
“So you do have this problem?”
Trunks hesitates, “I mean, I've never hurt anyone or, at least I don’t… think I have.” he thinks for a moment and suddenly looks very unsure, “But yeah, I guess now that I’m thinking about it no one can take it like Pan can, ha. She's fucking crazy! Screwing her is like-"
"Stop.” Goten throws a small ki ball at him, “Gross, I really don’t want to hear that about my niece." He downs the rest of his glass realizing Trunks has left him behind again. “Must be fuckin’ nice though. To have such a convenient solution.”
"Ooo” he mocks Goten’s unhappy face, “Yea, I'm sorry. Capsule Corp is fresh out of hot half-Saiyan CEOs. Pan took the last one."
He lets out a snort of laughter, "Good, you're not my type anyway."
"What?" he pretends to sulk, "you don't like purple?" Goten rolls his eyes and Trunks prods him, "I always noticed you had a thing for dark hair and big shoulders. Even back in high school."
I do? … “No, that’s not true. I like blonds too."
“Yeah... get that Super Saiyan special in when you can, huh?”
Goten chokes on his drink and splutters through the burning sensation of alcohol in the wrong pipe, “f--aaach” he rasps, “that is not- not- no.” He manages to recover, “No.”

He laughs at the chaos he caused, "Well, anyway I guess I can’t help you. Maybe... you should talk... to my dad. I mean, he's probably got the most exp-"
"All of the money in Capsule Corp couldn't make me talk to Vegeta about my sex life." Again.
"Hm." He looks deeply into the alcohol, searching it for the advice only a best friend could offer, "Does he even know that you swing for the same team?"
"I don’t…. know.” He admits, “....We only talk about training and even that is…” he grimaces, “I feel like, if he hasn’t figured it out by now he'll never find out. And that’s probably for the better because… no offense, but he’s kind of insane."
“Yeah, none taken I guess. My sister must get it from somewhere.” He mutters before looking into his glass with a sad smile, "You remember when he would tell us about Saiyan culture?"
"Sort of." You mean before your mom died and my dad disappeared?
"They reminded me of the Spartans." The purple haired half saiyan cocks his head curiously, "Warrior race and all that… martial… culture… Greeks… I don’t know, something tells me he wouldn’t hold it against you. And plus, he’s like… been to space an’ shit. He must have dealt with some crazy shit, right? Trafficking and… murder and… genocide... I’m sure fucking guys is… low on the list of things he cares about as far as character goes. ….Maybe he’s eve-!"
"Trunks! …. Wow, no. You are drunk.”
He shows a drunk crooked grin, “Ok, maybe…. But I’m not wrong.”
“And you’re only giving me more reasons why I definitely don’t want to talk to him about this. Murder... and Genocide...” He rolls his eyes.
Trunks shakes his head. “There’s no helping you. You don’t want help. Ah shit, is that late already? I gotta get some shut eye 'ten." he gets up and stretches. "Meetings to attend, people to please, company to run-"
"Better you than me."
"Ha, well there's always an opening if you're interested."
"I'm not interested in being private security." Or a test subject for your weapons department again... or involved in anything your sister is working on, Fuck. That. Shit.
Trunks starts up stairs, "the offer still stands" he says between yawns and disappears into the hall above them.
Goten shakes his head, takes Trunks' controller and plays fighting games until he passes out.

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The week ends, the weekend passes and he is stuck in the same ventless room only on the condition that he would actually 'put in effort' this time, though it was quickly becoming clear to everyone involved that just wasn't going to happen and Vegeta was taunting him for it. He had the worst ability to know just what to say to rile him up and Goten couldn't fucking stand it. But that was the point. Vegeta was trying to make him angry. Trying to teach him a lesson in control. It just…. wasn’t going very well.

"Come on brat! You are weak! I was wiping out planets at your age and you can barely land a hit!"
Goten lets out a grunt and lunges toward Vegeta who dodges easily.
"How do you plan to see your opponent if you are blinded by anger?"
Another furious punch dodged.
"Even your third class father could defeat y-" This time Goten’s fist connected knocking Vegeta off balance.
"My father?! My father could defeat me?” Goten snaps out viciously as he breaks stance, “...Do you think that’s what I train for? To defeat my father?’”

He never says it but... yes, Vegeta did honestly think that was Goten’s motivation. He had assumed so for many years. He steps back thinking, this was not the reaction he expected as the half continues.

Goten scoffs loudly at him, “Defeating him is what you train for! Not me!” He lets out an exasperated huff of air and slams his foot into a bot sending to pieces against the wall. “And he's never coming back, you know! You’re wasting your time. There's no point in training for something that'll never-" he stops himself, "He's dea-!"
"He's not dead!” Vegeta bites out sharply.
“Oh? Is that so? Can you sense him? is He just fucking off somewhere on vacation? He send you fucking letters? Wish you were here! Tell Goten I say hi -!”
“Shut up! No! I can’t. ….” He tries to focus on all the small buttons and dials on the panel instead of how much he wanted to hit something, “But he’s not dead.”

"And you just believe that?"

"Y- What do you care!?" Vegeta shouts much louder and angrier than he intends. He slaps a towel over his neck and shuts off the gravity. 400 pounds suddenly lifts itself off of their exhausted frames.

"I just- I don't know. What do you care? Because you obviously do! You're even worse than my mother on the subject and she-” he forces out a dry mirthless laugh, “all she does is cry and remind me that I look like him. But with you it's just... Fuck! When's the last time you've talked with anyone about anything other than training or- or insulting them?!"

"That's all most people are worthy of. Especially you, brat."

"Really? That’s all. That's why you devote so much time to training me. Because I'm fun to provoke. Because I make a good Saiyan punching bag? Is that it?”

Vegeta doesn’t say a word.

“It’s not because literally no one else will train with you; because you are Im-fucking-possibIe to be around for more than five minutes. And definitely not because I’m your worthless idiot third class rival’s equally worthless son, right?!” He was going to get hit for this and he knew it, but it finally felt good to let off some steam; they hadn't argued for blood in a while, "y'know, maybe that's why I'm a prideless Saiyan! Because I’m his son, so I must also be an idiot! Third class! Worth no one’s time! but Here I fucking am! With you! Like clockwork!" He pauses to catch his breath. Vegeta looked nothing short of livid. Absolutely boiling beneath that cold mask. Oh I’m definitely getting hit for this, "Fuck that! Stop using him just to get an easy hit on me! Say something else for once! You had a do or die rivalry with him! You've followed him out into space before, you've fought him damn near to death, and then what? Didn't you two pretty much become galactic superheroes together? But all you do is curse his name and have competitions with me about who hates him more, it’s no wonder he fucking left! Maybe I should lea-"

He saw only a blur before he was smashed brutally into the wall behind him. Vegeta's fist was curled into his shirt and he was damn near snarling into his face.

"Shut up! ….I don’t talk to you because I have nothing to talk about with Kakarot's brat!" He moves to slam his fist into the half Saiyan's face but was met only with cold steel. Goten had already wrenched himself free from Vegeta's grip and made it halfway across the room before Karma caught up and a foot connected with his head sending him face first into the floor. Blood starts running out his nose. He barely manages to turn over before being pinned by the full Saiyan. There was now a knee on either side of his ribs and one hand pressing his shoulder so hard he was sure it would pop out of its socket. Goten had a good opening to Vegeta’s jaw but he didn't think about that. He didn't even think about the small bright ball of ki wavering in Vegeta's other hand, or the low pitched growl emanating from the Saiyan's chest. All he could suddenly think about is ….Why would my dick choose now of all moments to get this fucking hard?

All the anger drains from Vegeta's expression and is suddenly replaced by awkward discomfort as he shifts very slightly on top of Goten. Goten's face catches fire as it slowly turns as red as the blood streaming from his nose. The Ki in Vegeta’s hand flickers out of existence and he shoots up to the other side of the gravity chamber reclaiming his stoic mask.

"I think" he says uneasily, "you need to cool off."
"Uh, yeah." Goten sits up and stares down at his loose grey shorts. "Yeah I'll just..." He had never found himself out of a training session so fast. He narrowly avoids running into Trunks on his way to the guest room he’d made his own. He wasn't ready to face any living soul right now and he lowers his Ki as much as he could manage while standing underneath the cold water blasting from the shower. Well, that's one way to come out. He leans against the wall and slides down to rest on his heels. How am I ever going to spar with him again? How am I ever going to show my face here again?!
"Aahhh!"
He dries off, throws on a loose pair of sweatpants and collapses on to the bed vowing to sleep for the next fifty years.
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