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Prologue
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Day 3

He hasn’t heard from her yet. Or anyone. He can't feel anyone either. And I’m really fucking good at reading ki! He doesn’t know how long he’s been here or where he is or if he’s very far away, maybe even a different planet, but he suspects wherever he is, it’s been a few days now. He is sure he has been sitting under the icy water of the shower for at least several hours and now he was shaking.

He sat there under the water because he couldn’t sleep. Wouldn’t sleep. Didn't want to sleep. His dreams were making him sick with self hatred. There were several capsules of capsule quality food but he can’t hold anything down, not that he was hungry to begin with. He was sure the band was poisoning him, messing with his head, his nerves, his dreams, making him sick. She did something to it. I know she did. I never should have messed with any of her inventions to begin with. Never should have trusted her.

He runs his hands through his sopping wet locks and pulls as hard as he can trying to mute the humiliating heat he feels in his body right now, the residual discomfort from his dream, with pain. Water is beginning to pool on the floor of the small bathroom because at some point he’d torn down the curtain and the railing that held it. Shattered the mirror too because he hated it. Seeing his face.

His teeth chatter as he hugs his knees to his chest when he hears her voice come through on an intercom he can’t locate. He stands up in his soaking clothes and exits the bathroom to look for the source of her voice.

“-ten? Gooooo~tennn? GOOOTENN? WHERRE AREEE YO- There you are! Finally!”

He steps out into a small windowless reinforced concrete room that had been made barely livable. His eyes immediately find the wall with her bubbly blue face projected on it, or through it, he wasn’t sure and he approaches it slowly.

She sighs dramatically “I’m sorry it’s been so long! I’ve just had sooo much to do, ‘Ten you won’t beliiiieeve what’s happened while you’ve been ….” her eyes search the room, “destroying the place! Oh my god ‘ten! What did you do to the walls?!” He looks behind him at the shallow cracks he managed to produce then down at his swollen bloodied fractured knuckles. “It hasn't even been a week you know!”

He remains silent and she clicks her tongue with a smirk, “Well, while you’ve been having a temper tantrum I have been doing a little research!” She waits for him to respond but he never does. “I’ve just been SoOoOo curious since our last little talk, you know, the one where you threatened me and burned the split ends off my gorgeous hair? You remember that? Well, besides basically flat out telling me that everything going on is literally all your fault, that little chat was just SO great because it gave me an idea! I thought, well, since our father’s got caught on tape…. Maybe, just maybe I could catch you too! SO, amidst all the chaos this week I went down into the main security archives and pulled up every single video footage of our house for the last year. It’s a little extra, I know, but you know how I am.”

He tilts his head curiously at where this is going.

“Now, since all of the old gravity room archives were deleted, uhg, that's my fault, we only have feed from the cameras in the hallways and the entertainment rooms we use for parties and exhibitions, but still I figured there HAD to be something and... THERE WAS!” She says bursting with excitement.

Another screen comes to life on the wall adjacent to the one with her face on it. He looks at the footage being cast across it.

“It took days to go through it all, even after narrowing it to just footage with both your faces. Uhg, just staring at screens for hours and hours waiting for literally either your or my father to do SOMETHING other than sulk through the halls and eat all our food. So boring… except…” he feels a sweat break out on the back of his neck as he recognizes their main entertainment floor underneath holiday decorum. “...When it’s not…” She fast forwards to the end of the evening where he is pulled into view of the camera by Bra and feels suddenly very uncomfortable as her presence is replaced by another.

“How- how did you-”

“Sooo much coffee ‘Ten, really the last two weeks have not been good for me. But” she makes a worried slightly disgusted face, “at least I look better than you. ...Have you slept?”

He turns his face away from the screen as Vegeta rejects him.

“Wow, you just… you went in for it didn’t you?” she pauses rewinds and plays it again, then again once he looks back up. “Look at you go… And you know, this is all well and good. It explains why them getting together bothered you sooo much. I was so happy to find something confirming my theory that you had a thing for my father, which by the way” she snorts, “is so fucked up.”

“I do not have a thing for him.” he mumbles.

She replays it one more time to make him squirm. “Sure, ‘Ten.” The footage cuts out and another area of Capsule Corp. replaces it. “Anyway… I couldn't stop here. It still didn’t explain why he hates you. Clearly he has no interest in you. I don’t know why you think he ever would, you were basically his kid. Not his favorite, but still. So, I kept looking. I kept asking myself, why why why would my father beat the living shit out of you? It just didn’t make sense! What could you have possibly done to deserve that? There must be something else. I was sure it was some fight in the gravity room that I couldn't get to but just in case, I checked and rechecked the hallways and main rooms, I went back, I went forward, I went- ...Oh. wait…. What’s this?” She zooms in on the fuzzy video. “720 hp. Fucking ridiculous. We’re billionaires. Can you believe this? Should be 4k.” She shakes her head and squints at the screen.

His heart was now thumping out of his chest as he watches himself suddenly enter frame wearing orange. Then a few moments later Vegeta struggles to follow suit, guiding himself using the walls, too drunk to stand up properly.

He stutters out a defense that doesn’t get very far, “You… you don’t- you don’t know what- you can’t prove- that isn't-”

“Ok, so, yeah, technically, I have NO idea what happened behind those closed doors, but Ten-Ten just look at the state of you when you walk out all the way back to your room. Wow.” She fast forwards to when he finally exists, holding a torn bloodied shirt in his hand, the other holding up gi pants that barely clung to his hips. He slumps against the hallway with a contented, contorted smile breaking through the blood on his face that ran all the way down his chest before limping away. That sick feeling was starting to stir in his chest again as she replays his exit over and over and over again in front of him.

She hums, “Was it worth it? Did he fuck you good, Ten?” He shivers and doesn't respond.

“What shocked me was that he let you continue to mope around in our house for months after that. Which makes me think… he must have not realized who you really were. Using your dad’s clothes? Waiting until he was fucked up? That’s clever. How did he find out? Clearly you had him going for a while. And… I'm so curious. How did you know? Like, my dad has always pinged my gaydar a little but I kind of figured it was because he was alien. You know? Who knows what fun he had out there in space before Earth.”

Goten doesn’t say a word.

She lets out a cackle of laughter, “I guess you don’t have to tell me. I don’t really care. The point is, they’re madly in love and-”

He snorts and rolls his eyes. The interruption was so rude it stops her in her tracks, “What?”

“Love? Love? He hates my father. Vegeta is a sadistic manipulative asshole using my father's pathetically naive understanding of the world just so he can have power over him because he could never beat him in a fight. I would know. I f-”

She stutters through her smile for a moment, then breaks into full blown laughter. “Ohhhh oh no.” she pauses and assess his sincerity, “Oh, Ten, your self delusion is just sooo cute! I wish you could see them now...” she pouts and twiddles her hair for a moment, “Oh! Wait! You can!” she lets out a squeal of laughter, “it's like… I forgot all about why you're down here!”

“What? ...Wait, down where?” He looks around.

“Yeah! Because despite all your efforts to both literally and figuratively fuck my father, ” she sighs romantically, “he and Goku made up! AND! It gets better! We're soooo lucky Ten! Ask me why. Ask me why were so lucky!”

“...No.”

“Because they made up in the gravity~ room~!" she sing songs. "Just like I hoped. I don't know what significance that place has for them, but it REALLY works out for us. Do you know why?"

He very slowly shakes his head.

“Because Ten, it meansss….. you get to watch! Isn't that great?”

His face drops and he feels all the blood drain from his body.

“Yes, Ten! Watch! Because you seem SO invested in making yourself apart of their relationship, I thought I would do you this small favor. And guess what?”

His mouth moves in the form of a question but no sound comes out.

“While Trunks and my father were busy last week arguing over what the new safety protocols should be in the Gravity Chamber, I fixed the audio on the cameras!! I fixed it all up! I may not have old footage to torment you with, but this!? This is even better! Now you can actually hear how deeply in love they are with each other! I have to say though, I didn’t actually watch the whole thing. But judging from Goku's choice in outfit the following day I’m pretty sure this is exactly what I think it is.”

He hears her tapping on a keyboard and another feed pop up on the adjacent wall replacing the footage of himself. “I've just been SO busy these last few days, getting ready for this. Oh, ‘Ten, I hope you appreciate my effort!"

He watches his father suddenly appear in the gravity room on the screen to his left, "wh- no- Bra- no don't- no no no no- don't make me- don’t leave me here-” He presses his hands to the wall and slams his palms against it. “No! No! NO! NO! "

“Yes. Yes! Yes! YES! ‘Ten!”

He starts screaming, “Turn it off! TURN IT OFF!”

“No, I think, actually it’s really important that you understand just how wrong you are about them.” She hums with a smile as he tries and fails to charge up a ki blast,

“What…. The fuck....” his dark eyes finally find their way back to her. “What… is wrong with you? You can’t… you can’t do this.. I’m- I’m not… Bra this… this isn’t- you can’t keep me here! You can’t-!!” He starts screaming again and slams his fist into the image of his father. The image stays and the wall doesn’t give to his already damaged Ki-dampened fist.

“Oooh but I can. Because no one cares about you ‘Ten. You’ve made my job easy and already alienated everyone in your life.”

“No, Trunks, he-”

“You shouldn't have sent him all those mean messages telling him to shut the fuck up and mind his own business then!” She waves his phone in front of the screen and he falters. "I hope you know you’re never leaving this place. You’re never going to hurt my father or antagonize him, or enable my brother, or threaten me, or break Goku's cute nose again. And I should add Goku is just on a stellar campaign right now winning the hearts and minds of everyone at Capsule Corp. faster than I ever thought possible. Really, he is… just super. Except for the disappearing thing, literally no one likes that.” She clicks her tongue, “But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re never going to be a problem ‘Ten. You're never going to bother anyone again."

"AAAHH!! AHHHH YOU CAN'T KEEP ME IN THIS- THIS- FUCK YOU! WHERE AM I?!"

"You don't know where you are?" She furrows her brow, "....You're home! You're in Capsule Corp.! In my lab!" She sighs happily, "Where no one can hear you. No one can feel you. You think what I showed you was everything?” Her elated grin widens, “Not. Even. Close. You think I could have made what I've made and tested it if you could sense ki from outside my lab? No. No, my brother isn’t stupid. He would have found me out in an instant and let me tell you, he was not happy about the last three lawsuits to escape from here.” She bares her teeth in a frown, “Yikes, those were a little messy. So… obviously my project has been on hold until I found more... uh durable test subjects. And You. Are. PERFECT! SO, I took the liberty of cleaning up this place. I bleached the floors, I even gave you a mattress and food. I didn’t have to do all that!” She smiles genuinely, “I’m so good to you! And now! We can play whenever I want! Right underneath Capsule Corp!"

He feels an unsettling sense of Vertigo as the room begins to pull away from him but her face seems to grow closer. “...play?”

“Yes! Play! Because you just seemed so interested in experimenting with my inventions! So much so that you'd steal them and test them on your own! So I've come up with all kinds fun games and tests for you!"

"Wh- but you can't- and-"

"I can. And I will. I just don’t have time right now. This is my side project after all. I have real work to do. So, while I'd really love to stay and chat with you about your daddy issues and all the fucked up shit you been doing, because, well, it does endlessly amaze me you were able to get as far as you did, I'm busy~ I have OTHER places to be. I have school work to catch up on! And a new member of my family to get to know! How exciting! SO, I'm just going to leave you alone with your thoughts for awhile. Oh, and them. It's on a loop cycle, just in case you miss something the first time eight times. Byyyyyeeee." She blows him a kiss.

His eyes widen, “Wait, Bra don’t-” the transmission cuts out and her face disappears leaving him alone with…

He turns his head to the other screen where Vegeta is all but begging for Goku to fuck him.

“...”

Day 5

Goku’s bare feet pad through the cool linoleum halls of capsule corp until he finds the pantry, third door on the left from the kitchen. He begins raiding it of food to take back to their room for the night until something else catches his attention.

There is another ki nearby. He recognizes it as Trunks and ignores his better instincts to head straight back upstairs with what he’s managed to find. Overladen with food and struggling to fit it all in his arms, he walks over to the kitchen where Trunks is resting his forearms against the sink watching a large clear bottle empty into the drain. The freezer is open and there are several other empty bottles next to him and two that are still full. Trunks looks up, tired and nods before his eyes find chocolate syrup among the food items in Goku’s arms. He smirks and shakes his head.

“Nice.”

Goku looks down not quite sure which thing he was holding provoked that response but blushes all the same and holds it a little tighter. “What are you doing?” He asks curiously.

The half lets out a long sigh before mumbling, “Nothing… Pan just said she’d… give me another chance if I…” his train of thought comes to a halt as he looks over at Goku’s awkward but friendly demeanor, “actually… while you’re here, I wanted to ask you something.” He stands upright, “Have you talked with Goten recently? Does he know what’s going on? He must, right?”

Goku nods as Trunks searches his face with big blue eyes that reminded Goku of Bulma more than Bra’s did.

“You did?” His expression breaks into short lived relief, “What did he say? Because I’ve been trying to get a hold of him but-”

Goku struggles with all of the food items in his arms for a moment as an unnaturally somber look drowns his normally dopey grin. “He said… he hates me and then he,” tried to kill me, “...broke my nose.”

“Oh.” Ok, so he REALLY did not take this well. I’m starting to think I don’t… want to know what’s going on with him because it looks an awful lot like he's- Trunks promptly shuts his mouth and tenses with discomfort for several moments organizing his thoughts before trying to continue, “Well, have you heard from him since? Do you know where he is? Is he ok?”

There's so much concern in Trunks’ face, it's hard for Goku not to think about what he saw in Goten’s head. Continual enabling of each other's competitive destructive edges because of their inability to deal with grief, the inability of those around them to provide the support they needed to stay out of trouble. Through it all though, Goten never looked as concerned about Trunks.

Goku answers with a more pressing question, “Is Goten... a good friend to you?”

Trunks face scrunches in confusion, “That’s not- ...What?”

“Is he a good friend?”

“Yeah, he’s- he's my best friend. We’re br-”

“That’s... not what I asked. ...Is he a good friend?” Trunks opens his mouth to respond but no sound comes out as he recalls the last several times they saw each other.

“I don't think he's a good friend…" Goku continues seriously, "To you or anyone.”

Trunks takes immediate offense to the comment, “Well, that's not really your call is it? You barely know him. Or me.” Goku holds his tongue and let’s Trunks have the final say on the matter. “I’m guessing you don’t know where he is, then?” Goku shakes his head. “Will you at least let me know? If you hear from him?”

Goku nods then walks out of the room before Trunks can badger him with another question about his son.

He watches Goku leave and is left in an even more frustrated mood than before as he begins pouring out another bottle. He takes out his phone and skips past the messages with Pan, then the ones with his sister. He re-reads the slew of angry profanity filled messages he received from Goten’s phone over the last few days. The messages didn’t answer any of his questions, not that Trunks had expected him too but he usually didn’t blow up on him like this and it bothered him.

Something isn’t right about this.

He doesn’t empty the last bottle and takes it with him down into the labs to his office. It would be the first time he’s been there in days and he would finally see that it had been broken into. His eyes gloss over the office that was suddenly so much neater than when he left it aside from the cracks in the floor tiling and rest on the suspiciously new safe.

Damn it, B.

He drops into the wheelie chair that once belonged to his mother and spins in it for a couple moments weighing the likelihood of it still being in his sister’s possession or if she decided to help another unstable psychopath who suddenly didn’t want to be found.

Damn it, Ten.

Day 8

His arm is outstretched in front of him and he can see tiny sparks of his ki working their way through his fingers. It is excruciating. He has been trying to power up for days. Trying to overload the band which was now so hot it was in contact with his bone. It radiates white hot waves of heat but still wouldn’t break. He is so close to giving up. But not yet. Not yet. It will brea-

“Oh 'Teennn~” His arm drops and he exclaims painfully as he hears her voice come through and he knows her face is now on the wall behind him, “What are you dooiiing?” He turns around slowly with a tired look on his face, “Are you trying to overload the band? Puh-LEASE tell me that’s what you’re doing.”

He tilts his head and his mouth hangs open a little as the will to live slow slips away from him. “What’s the matter? Did I forget to tell you? I solved the overheating problem! Just like you wanted!” His brows furrow in confusion, “Yeah! I solved it a while ago and I’ve been waiting for you to do this so we could really explore the physics of heat transfer. Do you know much about heat transfer?”

He shakes his head.

“Good! It’ll be a surprise then!” There is a sudden explosion of heat inside his body. “Suprise!!!”

He screams out in agony, “I had a few options, honestly but I theorized that the easiest way to deal with it, was to just, pull that energy out of the band and send it right back into the wearer. Not as ki of course, but as raw heat! Humans are pretty good conductors, you know. Now, the downside is, this would never actually work with a human, they’d probably die! But you’re Saiyan. So … I don’t know, we’re testing Saiyan parameters here. Let's see if you can take it!”

Goten keeps screaming as he tears off his shirt. His skin is on fire and he rushes to the shower and turns the water on as cold as possible but heat and burning pain is still coursing through him.

He can hear her reading out numbers from the other room. “Body temperature 103, 105, 108, 115, wow ten! That’s pretty high! This must be what my father felt like while he was locked in the overheated gravity chamber!”

Water begins to turn to steam against his skin and he seizes before losing consciousness.

Day 9

Vegeta wakes up with Goku on top of him, kissing him, touching him, grinding against him, trying to feel skin on skin in some way or another.

Not that he was complaining. He’d woken up to far worse things in his life. But as he cracks his eyes open to watch this show of lust fueled body on top of him he catches the edge of worry in the other Saiyan’s face before it quickly masks itself in a wide grin and covers his mouth.

“You’re awake.” Goku whispers.

“It’s… a miracle I’ve managed to sleep at all.” Vegeta mumbles sitting up.

Goku wraps his arms around Vegeta’s neck and leans in. His lips make contact with nothing as the shorter Saiyan pulls away. Goku tries again with the same results. “What?” He softly rubs his hips up against the ones underneath his.

Vegeta tilts his head and lets his lip twist with the beginnings of a smirk. “Nothing. ...I just woke up… give me a minute.” All week Goku’s been jumping him every chance he could get, and at first he was all for it, but it was starting to feel… like Kakarot was looking for something Vegeta wasn’t giving. But there were no more conditions. He didn’t understand what other kind of reassurance Kakarot could be looking for and he wished the idiot would just open his mouth and tell him what it was because Vegeta couldn’t for the life of him figure it out and he was never going to guess.

Goku bites his lip and buries his face into Vegeta’s neck, forcing them back onto the pillows. Vegeta pushes back against Goku’s chest and keeps him from landing that sinful mouth on whatever it can reach.

“Kakarot...” he says still groggy from staying up the night before.

“What? You don’t want me to-? I can- let’s-” Vegeta watches him stammer through a list of things they could do and studies, with confusion, the insecurity laced expression above him.

Vegeta shifts uncomfortably beneath him, “...Kakarot… what’s…” he narrowly catches the pained anxiety chasing across Goku’s face as he avoids kissing him. “What’s wrong?”

Goku hesitates through an unnatural laugh. “Nothing. I just want-” but every time he leans in Vegeta holds him back.

“We’ve hardly left this room all week. ...As much as I would like to, we can’t stay in here forever.”

He stretches with Goku still sitting on top of him and is rewarded with several satisfying pops his back. “We should get something proper to eat. And then... we haven't had a real spar since you've been back.”

Goku sits back and rubs the back of his neck, “I know… but… ”

… especially now that he’s had me.

Of all the painful things his son had said to him, that was sticking with him the most. His cruel overly confident tone accompanied in his head by the sighs and moans Goten had been able to elicit so seemingly easily from the only person Goku had ever felt intimate with. It made it hard to let go of what he had seen. The worry ate at him, refused to leave him alone, no matter how many times they had given themselves to each other. But I need to make sure-

“What?” Vegeta presses with irritation.

Goku’s eyes swim with a pool of mixed emotions, “Nothing...it’s just… I’m better than him, righ-?” Vegeta’s palm clamps tightly around his jaw and the shorter Saiyan’s face is not two inches from his own.

“Do not. Ever. Ask me something like that again.” His face wasn’t angry but Goku immediately regrets asking. Vegeta exhales sharply and shifts Goku away from him before getting up and pulling on a pair of shorts.

“I’m… I’m sorr-” Goku begins to stumble out an apology but Vegeta puts his palm out in an unusually reassuring manner as he struggles to find the words.

“Kakarot.” He closes his eyes and exhales deeply through his nose, “You’re concerned… I want to make sure I’m fully understanding the thought process behind what you just asked me, you’re concerned, it has actually crossed your mind, that you do not satisfy me as well as-” He can’t bring himself to say it.

Goku shrinks back a little in shame before quietly uttering an affirmative.

I’m definitely going to break that little shit’s neck if he ever shows his face again. “For the sake of my peace of mind I’m going to help walk you through this one. Who… Kakarot, who is here in my bed harassing me with stupid questions every chance they get?”

“...I am.”

“You are. Right.” His warm rough palm finds its way underneath Goku’s chin and tilts it up toward his face. “And who has kept me up in that bed with them, day and night trying to get fifteen years of sex in a week?”

Goku laughs, “I've almost succeeded.”

Vegeta rolls his eyes, “And just so we’re clear, whose name have I been calling out? Whose name have I been drowning in compliments” He pushes Goku onto his back, “which are so rare to receive from the…” He begins crawling over top of Goku, “Cruel… Sadistic... Prince… Vegeta… Sworn… Enemy… to the…” he leans in with canines gleaming, “Legendary… Super Saiyan…”

Goku gulps back a swell of warmth and lust and nervous anticipation blooming in his chest as Vegeta got that look he loved so much. “...Mine.”

Vegeta let’s out an appreciative growl before pressing their lips together quickly, teasingly, and confirming his answer. “Yours.”

He smirks at Goku’s attempt to get more before pulling back and resuming getting dressed, “Don’t ever ask me to compare you again. Especially not to him. I find it unspeakably insulting you would even question that after... everything.”

Goku stays on the bed for a few more minutes thinking Vegeta was right, that had been a stupid thing to worry about. He begins to follow suit and looks for clothes to put on until he remembers a tertiary reason for why they’ve stayed up here for so many days. He holds up and looks over the only pair of pants he had finding them torn in half.

“Hurry up! I’m hungry.” Vegeta notices Goku’s predicament and sighs with irritation, “Just throw mine on and-”

“But Vegeetaa” he fusses with the torn fabric in his hands, “if I keep wearing yours… you won’t have any either.” A shirt hits Goku in the face.

“Like that’s a problem for you.” A pair of pants make the same journey as the shirt covering Goku's mischievous smile.

"These won't fit. I'm taller than-"

“Stop making excuses to stay naked! I'm not coming back to bed! ....I can't believe I have to convince you to get something to eat.”

Goku huffs and struggles to fit into the allotted clothing.

Day 12

“NO! Fuck you! FUCK YOU! I refuse to do that! I’d rather fucking kill myself! And then I’ll be in other world and I can tell everyone what you’ve been doing to me!”

“Ooooh ‘Ten, I think you’ll find that’s a little hard to do.” she says with an exaggerated frown. “Besides, I haven’t done anything. It's all your ki hurting you. You could even say I’ve been doing you a favor. I’m basically protecting you from my father who I’m pretty sure, based on how he reacts to just your name, will kill you on site. So, keeping you here… it’s actually pretty nice of me.”

He bolts to the bathroom and picks up one of the glass shards of the broken mirror, then returns facing her irritating blue face on the screen with it held up to his neck.

“You sadistic spiteful bitch! I’m not going to live as your captive! I'm sick and tired of these fucking tests! These fucking games! This is torture! You can’t-”

“It's not torture if it's for science, Ten! Everyone knows that.” She rolls her eyes as he begins to draw it across his neck and smirks at him.

His hand stops. His body locks up and he falls to the floor from a painful hot series of shocks stemming from the band around his wrist. He can’t get any words out and just writhes for a moment on the floor in front of the screen.

“You are unreasonable and unstable, ‘Ten. You act like I didn’t prepare for this. Uhg, honestly it’s disheartening how much you underestimate me.”

He barely succeeds in turning towards her and mumbles something about the pain.

“Well, that’s not my fault. You shouldn’t have put so much of your own ki into my device. The more you try to use, the more it hurts. I thought you would have figured that out by now…” She lets out a huff of disappointment.

“I’ll just do it later. When you’re not looking.”

“Well, I might applaud your efforts except… besides heat transfer, which we have been learning is very painful, that cute band also tells me all kinds of things about you!” She waves her phone at him, “It sends me alerts and vitals and really, if I could get Trunks to stop being such a pussy about ki tech, it could save lives like it just saved yours. Even humans have ki. Just not very much. But maybe you're right! I should encourage you to try, and we’ll just call it a test in my response time.”

He groans and begins to pull himself upright. “What do you want from me?” He slurs.

“Nothing, really. I don’t know. Entertainment. I’m always bored. We’ll see. Maybe this experiment will run its course and I’ll just… throw you to the wolves. Let our fathers deal with you. But for now, you are... just as exciting as ever, Ten. And I'm getting a lot of good data out of this.”

He collapses back on the floor with a sigh, “Whatever. I’ll just starve myself to death then.” Don’t ever want to eat anything anyway. “You can’t force me to eat.”

“Oh! You're right... See? You keep my life full of interesting problems that require creative solutions!”

He throws her a sarcastic sneer and continues to lay sprawled out on the floor.

Day 18

It is early and his phone starts buzzing again. It wakes him but not Vegeta and he is forced to reckon with the fact that short poorly spelled text messages would not be enough to keep his eldest son at ease. He lets the call go to voicemail before getting up and finding a better place to have a conversation he had tried to put off as long as possible.

For the first time since they’ve gotten back together Vegeta wakes up to an empty bed. He gets up and homes in on the ki sitting in the kitchen. Goku’s voice is quiet but clear and Vegeta pauses curious who he’s talking to since there were no other Kis.

Goku lets out an annoyed gust of air. “It’s just how it is now. …….. I don’t care what you think about him…….. No, why would I do that? I’m not going to- …….. No, he asked me if I wanted to stay. And I did.” Another sigh, “Yes, but I decided- ………... No- yes, I can do that.” he says matter of factly. “And I will. ……..... Well you’re wrong.” His forehead slumps into his palm and his posture declines as the phone call continues. “You don’t know that. You don’t know anything about him………… I never said that-”

When Goku looks up, he sees Vegeta leaning against the archway between the kitchen and the living room. He motions with his head for him to come in and Vegeta quietly begins making two cups of coffee.

“No. I’ve never said that! …… it’s not like that- Yes! It-” He grumbles as Vegeta sets one of the cups in front of Goku and sits across from him at the small table.

“No. I already told you Vegeta didn’t do anything.” Goku says sharply. “I don’t know! It was just... training! ……………...I don't know…. No, I don’t know, I can’t sense him either. ……. I- … yes! I’ve tried looking for him. …………..Maybe! You should ask him. ………...….. Well I’m sorry that he said that. …..Not really. It sounds exactly like something he would say. ……………….. I don’t know what you want me to do. ………... He doesn’t listen to me either. ….Yes. ….Yes, I will. ...Yes. ….Yes.” he rolls his eyes. “Yes. Of cours- No! ….I have to go- yes! I will! I have to go! Yes! Bye. ….Bye!” he finally hangs up and drops his phone onto the table before attempting to rub the stress out of his face.

“Gohan?”

Goku sighs, “He… doesn’t make things worse… but he doesn’t make them easy either.”

Vegeta speaks into his mug. “I believe you and my son may have that in common.”

Goku raises his brow in question.

“I mean Gohan is just protective. Of you. And of his daughter.” he drinks slowly, “His Saiyan side has to come out one way or another.”

“Yeah… I guess so.”

Day 22

He inhales shakily not quite ready, but he’d never be ready for something like this. But at this point he was willing to grit his teeth through just about anything to escape. He looks down at his ki banded hand which he has flat against the sink counter in the bathroom then at his other which holds the metal rod that used to hold up a shower curtain. He exhales as he brings it down.

He can hear Bra’s voice suddenly come in. “Ten!? Ten where are you? You’re heart rate is through the fucking roof what are you doing? Uhg! Please not another suicide attempt, it’s getting annoying!”

He looks at his shattered palm and quickly begins trying to work the band off and around all the crushed broken bones crunching and grinding together. He finally lets out an agonized gasp as he begins to tear it from the skin and tendons left around his wrist it has melted to. It is almost past the misshapen knuckle of his thumb, “Just- just a little more- before she-”

He never finishes. And when he wakes up hours later, his hand is no longer broken.

Day 27

Vegeta’s not really sure what to make of the scene he just walked in on. Though he thinks perhaps he never should have trusted his daughter when she volunteered to help Goku find clothes that did not belong to Vegeta because apparently she interpreted the task as an open invitation to play an absurd game of dress up with one of the most powerful beings in the known universe. He does not understand how this happened as he looks around at the thirty odd empty paper coffee cups surrounding Goku, who is passed out on the couch, then at his daughter who is sitting there playing on her phone amidst a dozen shopping bags with the most amused look on her face.

“What… the hell did you do to him?” He gestures to Goku.

“Uh, it’s called fashion, papa. Look it up.”

“Just because I call him a clown, doesn’t mean he should look like one! And what is this? What did you bribe him with so he would wear it?” Vegeta finds and picks up a half empty drink and sips it. He blanches at the taste, “That is disgusting!”

His daughter clicks her tongue, “Then it’s a good thing I didn’t buy any of these for you!”

“Tch.” He crosses his arms and stares at Goku’s colorful new look.

She flattens out a couple of the wrinkles with a frown, “I tried to talk him out of the orange but he insisted.”

Vegeta rolls his eyes, “Of course he did.”

“I don’t see what you’re complaining about. He is literally the best dressed Saiyan at Capsule Corp. now. Maybe ever.” Vegeta glares silently at his daughter before she stands up with a pout, “Fine. Don’t appreciate my hard work.”

As she walks off Vegeta begins to clean up all the empty coffee cups around Goku, finally causing him to stir. The taller Saiyan stretches and smiles up at Vegeta. When he stands and begins helping him collect all the cups Vegeta’s eyes widen and he silently takes back everything he said. As soon as his daughter’s ki leaves the compound, he drops the cups in his hands and pushes Goku back onto the couch. He very carefully avoids tearing the pants because those oh, he definitely wanted Kakarot to wear those again. He ignores Goku’s complaints that they were in the living room and soon Goku stops complaining.

Day 33

He feels like he’s exhausted nearly every option by now. He’s tried overloading it, punching his way through the walls, killing himself so many times, screaming at the top of his lungs. But Nothing. Nothing has yielded anything more than her howls of sadistic laughter through a screen on the wall. Never once has she stepped foot in this room while he’s been conscious and he can’t figure out where the entrance could even be, he’s checked every wall for holes, cracks, hinges, ... anything. But there is nothing. He has, out of pure desperation resorted to something he never thought he'd do. He wasn't even sure if he was doing it right, but it was all he had. His last resort to try and escape the new torment she has developed for him.

Every day for the last week she has found a new video of Vegeta and his father doing literally anything together and cast it on the screen in the main room. The gravity chamber footage had been miserable to endure. But he thinks this is worse. Watching them do inane bullshit together. He doesn’t understand how he could be wrong but he was. Vegeta and Goku were happy together. They loved each other. And it makes me fucking sick. Though sometimes he still watched, out of self-hatred fueled curiosity if nothing else.

The current one was Vegeta trying to teach Goku how to play chess. Apparently Trunks had taught him at some point, maybe years ago, and on this thundering rainy afternoon Vegeta decided it would be a worthwhile challenge to try and teach Kakarot something that requires thinking.

Goten found it amusing how frustrated Vegeta was getting over his own idea. Of course he’s not going to get it, Vegeta. He's an idiot.

“How does this piece move again?”

“For the hundredth time, it moves in an L shape!” He huffs.

“Like this?”

“Yes, you can do that.” Vegeta says not paying much attention as he should be.

Goten watches the video carefully and follows his father’s move. He crosses his arms. “No. Fucking. Way.”

“What do you say when you win again?” Goku asks barely holding back his trademark grin.

“Check ma-”

“Check mate!”

Vegeta stares at the board with a scowl. His expression shifts to disbelief, then after a few moments, to anger. “That was luck! You don’t even know how the pieces move!” He flips the board and tackles Goku across the table toppling them over onto the floor. Goten can’t see them on the other side of the low coffee table but from the disgusting laugh Vegeta just elicited from Goku, he has a feeling the anger was short lived. Then the spikes of hair suddenly disappear. And it loops again.

Goten's expression darkens and he slams the door of the bathroom behind him.

“You know at this point, I don’t even watch anything I put up here. I have it hooked up so anytime the cameras in capsule corp. detect their heat signatures within two feet of each other for more than thirty seconds, it’ll just feed it through to this room so you can see how happy they are. So you can be reminded how happy you’ll never be.”

He sits there in the dark, in the shower where he usually slept these days, when he could manage to sleep, so he doesn’t have to see the constant video feed playing in the room, and he focuses on remembering those old techniques Gohan attempted to teach him when he was little. He's trying to relearn how to meditate so he can control his heart rate and vitals during pain and stress. He thinks he might be able to try breaking his hand again soon, because he’s getting pretty good at it… Comparatively.

At the moment, he was struggling to block out Vegeta and Goku's voices, their dumb stupid happy bickering about NOTHING so he can focus on the little ball of light in his mind that is his ki. This was so much harder than he remembers it being and he blames it on the band. He could feel his ki just on the edges of his fingertips, but still not quite there, unattainable. Just far enough out of his grasp it might as well have been across the universe. He lets his anger, his frustration with himself, with his situation, with his father, with Vegeta, with Bra, with everything and everyone breaks his concentration and it causes his heart rate to jump. He can feel it thudding just a little higher than usual in his chest. He stops, he screams it out for a few minutes and then he tries to meditate again.

Day 47

The lights at Capsule Corp. which have been flickering all morning finally went out with a loud electrical popping noise. Goku sends a curious look to Vegeta as they step out of the shower.

The shorter Saiyan shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know. It happens sometimes when she’s home.” A few moments later they are both starting to wish they’d stayed out to spar a little longer as the loud voices of two half Saiyans begin ringing through the halls.

“What do you mean! NOT YOUR FAULT?! You just blew the power breaker for the WHOLE COMPOUND! And now! It might be out for HOURS! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT WILL COST US?!”

“I MEAN it’s not my FAULT this dome’s stupid million year old power grid isn’t equipped to handle my brilliance!” She slams the door of the lab on her brother’s face and stomps down the hall, “Leave it to my idiot brother to pass up literally an earth shattering solution to the Capsule Corp’s MASSIVELY INEFFICIENT ENERGY CONSUMPTION just because a few transistors exploded!”

They hear the lab door slam again as Trunks stomps out after her. "-No, NO, that’s NOT HOW THAT WORKS! It IS your FAULT and YOU have to FIX IT! And- AND THIS IS WHY YOUR PROJECTS STILL NEED OVERSIGHT!"

“They do not!”

“They do!”

“DO NOT!”

“DO TOO!”

"DO NOT!

“DO-

“I'm the expert! They're MY projects! They do not need your stupid oversight! You not giving me access to the control systems is WHY this happened in the first place!"

“You are so- OOh no! No, no, no, no, that is NOT why this happened! This happened because you rewired the control system AGAIN to give yourself access to something I CLEARLY CAN’T ENTRUST YOU ACCESS TO, B! BECAUSE YOU PULL SHIT LIKE THIS!”

There is a long angry silence between them as they exchange silent blows.

“FINE! If I can’t be TRUSTED ! You fix it! I’m LEAVING! I have BETTER THINGS TO DO!”

“‘I have better things to do’” he mocks her high voice as she storms away. “Not anymore! If you don’t fix what you did, then after I DO, I’m pulling your access to ALL our systems! Including entry! How about you try to rewire that! Huh!? While you stand outside the compound triggering the security system!”

She stops in her tracks and turns around, “Wha-! I'm Bra Briefs, it won't- I wrote half those systems! You can't do that!-”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want actually because I’m the CEO. And I can blacklist you in our database if I want to.”

She immediately tries to default to the easiest way to get her way. Her face begins to break apart and she lets her eyes water,

“No.” He points a finger at her, “Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dar-”

“PAPAAAAAA-” She screams. “TRUNKS WANTS TO BAN ME FROM CAPSULE COOORRP!!!”

Vegeta who has at least managed to get half dressed before the inevitable breakdown of sanity lets out a defeated groan and resigns his face to his palms, “It’s like we’re cursed.” Goku, who was still in a towel just smiles, sits next to him on the bed and pats his shoulder.

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER, DAD! SHE’S-” A ki blast fires over his head and scorches a wall. He looks back as his sister with a murderous glare before charging up his own.

“HEY!” Vegeta’s head snaps up at the sound of a blast, “NO KI IN THE HOUSE!” Their father easily out shouts them through the door.

Bra then skirts around a corner with her tongue out before Trunks can catch her with the blast and both halves are out of the compound before Vegeta has mustered the energy to get up and end their fight in a manner consistent with Saiyan culture.

Goku flops backwards on the bed with a laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing. They’re… they’re a lot like you.”

Vegeta wasn’t sure if after what had just transpired that was an insult or not.
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A//N OOf long chapter is long! Originally two chapters, I smashed it into one haha. Yikes. We're really closing in fast on the ending T_T I'm so excited.
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