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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
Category: Missing Data > Missing Data
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Goten takes a lesson from his father on how to cope with stress.
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His sister somehow got her way for the ten thousandth time and Trunks comes back to a dark house. He is left grumbling alone with his own thoughts fussing with a singed jacket. He taps in a pass-code set by his mother many years ago. But it doesn’t work. “Of course.” He leans his forehead against the cool metal door before letting out an exasperated sigh and blasting the lock open so he can get to the labs.

He walks into his office and turns on the only working piece of equipment he can find. He stares at the little spinning icon on the tablet for ten long minutes before several green text lines appear telling him that all their main systems and sixty eight percent of their auxiliary systems were down and required immediate attention. He slides it across the desk a little too hard and it hits the wall behind it, shattering the screen.

“Fuck.” He rubs his temples. He gets up, makes his way to the main fuse box and flips several of the switches. None of the lights come back on and he slumps against the wall. It is only after three and a half hours of only partly sober troubleshooting and ki soldering various electrical components that he realizes this power outage, while expensive, was also a brilliant opportunity for revenge.

He wouldn’t put it past his sister to have installed her own backup security system with its own power source, but as he breaks her door off its hinges and discards it a few feet away there is a relieving absence of lights, red dots, and alarms.

Her office was quiet, dark, and neat. The first thing he goes for is her computer. He pulls open the tower and pulls out the hard drive. “Try and get into my systems now you little-” He searches her desk for any other tablets or devices, but there is hardly anything in the drawers. In fact, he finds the office is mostly… empty. A few note pads. With nothing written in them. A couple pens. His brow furrows and he starts searching for nothing in particular a little more thoroughly. Where is everything? This wasn’t right. This wasn’t his sister. It had her trademarks, but it wasn’t her. There weren’t any safes or lock drawers or-

He looks at her wall of trophies then at the bookshelf behind her desk. He cocks his head because the books all seemed a bit too elementary. He’s sure she hasn’t touched, “The Basics of Physics,” since the sixth grade. Where’s all her-

His lip quirks You think you’re so clever. He backs up a few feet before throwing a powerful ki blast at the wall destroying the bookshelf and the books she would never miss. He hardly makes a dent in the peculiar metal reinforcement behind it.

“...That… is not our regulation insulation.” His fingertips brush the surface until they find a small seam and he begins to pry it apart.

“Ahhg, c’mon Saiyan genes! Work for me! Prince of all- fuckin’- useless- Ah!!” He pulls and pulls and pulls until the sudden give of the door lands him against already damaged shelves. He gets up and walks through the new entry way into a small metal shop. Or at least that’s what it looks like. He holds up his palm with ki to illuminate the room.

“When the fuck… did you build this? And how?!” He supposes giving her an underground office that had an exterior wall maybe wasn’t the best idea in retrospect. It is crammed with what he thinks are different types of batteries and on the workbench metal bands, rings, cables? To what? and several more things he wasn’t confident he could identify and others he wasn’t comfortable identifying.

He begins sorting through the piles of scattered paperwork. The books in this room made much more sense for her level of study and she had stacks of them pushed off to one corner. He pauses when he finds a notebook filled to its capacity with sticky notes, loose papers, color coordinated handwriting and hand drawn pictures. Her illustrations of complex circuitry are beautiful and as he begins to thumb through it he takes a moment to appreciate them before reading her notes on ki as a power source.

I mean, yes B, a ki battery is a great idea, especially since we’d have a monopoly but unethical doesn’t even begin to describe your ideas on harnessing it. We’ve gone over this a hundred fucking times!

As he skims further it didn’t look like she had much success with batteries, although she did have some interesting notes on manipulating energy output from Ki generators. Though he wasn’t sure how she could have built one or even come up with the resources to test something like that because nothing can generate ki except for-

He flips through a few pages until something catches his eye. A picture is someone's arm and torso with a peculiar looking coil wrapped around it and different notes on how the ‘source’ conducted and reacted to what she had labeled first a ‘failed over charge’ followed by a ‘successful recharge.’ Oh no-

He quickly turns through a few more pages until he finds a hand drawn image of the central nervous system in a human body. Fuck! She’s been doing human trials again?! Wait... no.... He holds the book a little closer and squints, that’s… a Saiya-

“Oh my god.” He whispers, “Oh my-! Goten!? GOTEN! GOTEN?!” He drops the notebook and begins searching the room. His palm brightens and he shines it around the room. “There’s more, there has to be more to this place. What the fuck! WHAT THE F- GOTEN!? GOTEN!”

He begins firing blasts at the walls, through her work benches, machinery gone until he is surrounded on all sides by reinforced metallic walls that don’t seem to respond at all to Ki. He searches them for seams like the first one but he can’t find anything.

“Where is it? I know there’s more! GOTEN?!” He starts frantically moving left over debris away from the walls trying to find an opening. His sloppy hurriedness pays off when he trips over a small metal latch on the floor.
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He’s laying on the concrete floor staring at nothing, like usual, only this time it was different. The screen of his torment was off. He was alone in complete darkness with the exception of the slight glow from the band.

He wonders what Bra is up to. He wonders if this was some kind of reprieve? Or if this meant she was planning something worse? Would she just leave him in the dark? Did something happen at Capsule Corp.? He gets up and flops onto the mattress figuring there’s not much to be done either way. Maybe… she forgot about me. Thank Kami.

He bolts up when he hears a loud thud above him. Then another. He backs against a wall as the thudding continues, getting closer. Very close. He instinctively raises his palm to the source which sounds like it’s coming from the ceiling. He’s not quite sure what’s going on as there is a sudden loud clanging and crumbling of concrete.

“Stupid fuckin’- can’t get a damn door open.”

“...Trunks?”

“...Goten!?” There is a gasp, “GOTEN! Fuck! What-” Suddenly there are hands on Goten’s face, on his shoulders, checking him for injury, “Are you ok? What the fuck-” Trunks holds up his palm and sheds light on the other half who’d clearly seen better days. He had lost weight and looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. “What are you doing here?! Your ki is- ohh shit” he looks at the glowing band on his wrist. “Shit- shit!” He tries to throw ki into the little ‘x’ on it but it doesn’t open.

“Stop. Stop!” He says tearing his wrist from Trunks’ hand. “Don’t use ki on it. Only the person who put it on can take it off. It’ll just absorb all the other energy it comes into contact with.”

“Ok, we’ll figure it out. c’mon let’s get you the fuck out of here.” Trunks loops Goten’s arm over his shoulder and helps him make his way back up the way he came. Goten is relatively quiet until they reach the surface.

“Her lab…. What- what happened to her lab? Trunks! Did you do this?” He breaks away and starts picking up the broken charred pieces of her unfinished projects. “The only- the only fucking chance I had of getting this off was in here! It was here! You destroyed it! What did you do?! How- AHH! Trunks!”

The older half watches Goten frantically try to flip through papers and pick up burning glowing chunks of metal before tossing them aside. “It’s- Goten, it’s ok, we’ll find a way to get it off.”

He tries to pull him up, but Goten shirks off his grip. Trunks then forces him up and out into the hall where emergency lights could at least lend him a better look at the craftsmanship. “...Who- who put this on you? My sister? I can make her take it off- She-” he takes out his phone and begins scrolling through it, “‘Ten why did you let her put this on you? Why did you- and after the last time?”

“I didn’t let that bitch do anything!” He smacks the phone on to the floor.

Trunks throws him a glare, “Well, I know she didn’t overpower you!”

“No.” He says darkly, “She didn’t.”

“Then how… how did this fucking happen?” Goten doesn’t answer. “Goten! Who put this on you?!”

“My dad.” He finally utters.

“Your- What?! Why?! How did he even get it?!”

“It’s really not important right now!” he grits out through bared teeth, “Just help me get this it OFF. Now!”

“It is important! Tell me what’s going on!”

Goten places his hands on Trunks’ shoulders and shoves him against a wall, holding him there as he bares his teeth, “If you don’t fucking help me-”

“‘Ten.” He presses back and he easily wins, “I can’t fucking help you unless you tell me what the hell is going-”

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up, Trunks!” Goten throws his fist toward Trunks’ face. Trunks catches it and glances at the band before throwing a look of suspicion at Goten.

“Why did he put this on you?”

“I’ll tell you AFTE-”

“No. You won’t. You never do! You never tell me anything! So, you’re gonna tell me now! What the hell is going on with you!?” Trunks searches Goten's face sternly for the truth he refuses to give, “Why does my father freak the fuck out every time someone says your name? Why did he beat the living shit out of you? What did you and my dad fight about that day? You haven’t been right since. Why-”

“Because!” He laughs, “He is fucking! CRAZY! How many fucking times! Do I have to explain it?! He just LOST it while training and-”

“BULLSHIT!” He scoffs, “that is such fucking bullshit- I will never understand what made you think you could just… lie to me. I let you lie to me. I always know when you’re lying, man. You are AWFUL at it." Goten’s forced half-manic half-furious smile drops, and he swallows as he slowly realizes Trunks really isn’t going to do anything until he gets answers. "Just tell me what the hell is going on! FOR ONCE! God, Ten. Why is opening up such torture? I-I- know it’s like, super fuckin’ weird that our… dads… are- … a thing, but if you just fuckin’ talked about it-”

“Oh, so you know all about that, do you?” He snaps. Goten grips Trunks’ shirt and pulls him forward with an aggressive snarl, “And you still have to ask what my fucking issue is?” Trunks nods his head grateful he hadn’t given him his ki back. Goten didn’t seem quite right; more volatile than usual, and usual was already concerning. “Vegeta knows. Your sister knows! I thought you were smart Trunks. You always say you’re a fucking genius, but here you are asking me what’s, ‘going on’, when even my dumb dad was able to figure it out. See it first hand, even!” He sneers at his friend who pulls back and eyes him warily.

“Goten...” He says slowly as the other half begins rifling through drawers and cabinets, knocking desks and tables over in his search for a way to escape certain death by the hands of one- or maybe two -angry Saiyans. “What… did you do-”

He slams a drawer, “Fine. Fine!” Goten stops, “I’ll tell you. But only, if you swear to take this off me.” Trunks nods and Goten lets out an irritated sigh before briefly facing the only person who ever gave a damn about him, “......I fucked! Vegeta. Your dad. I fucked him.”

Trunks searches Goten’s face blankly for several moments and his mouth drops open a little in shock.

“Actually, he fucked me, but it doesn’t really matter! Point is, we had unbelievable- and I mean it was fucking incredible sex, Trunks, but” he chuckles, “in order to get him to rail me into oblivion, I kinda had to take advantage of the whole, ‘me and my dad look exactly the same thing.’”

“W- what?”

“They used to fuck before my dad left. You know, when your mom was still alive. I don’t know if you knew that or not, but I did! So, I found my dad’s old gi and waited for just the right moment and oh, man, Trunks! Did he fall for it! He didn’t realize he fucked me for WEEKS! He was just soOoOo desperate for ‘Kakarot.’” He mocks while shaking his head.

“You what?”

“I wish you could have seen his face when he realized his mistake!” He does his best impression before continuing, “Classic Vegeta!”

“YOU! WHAT?!”

Goten rolls his eyes and walks out into the main lab and begins going through all of the capsules he could find. “What was I supposed to do? Humans just BREAK! And he was never going to fuck me! Trust me! I tried!” He takes a moment to appreciate the sudden weight lifted off his chest before continuing his search, “Now help me get this off and find a ship or something before he murders me. Because as many times as I’ve tried to fucking kill myself in the last few weeks or months or however fucking long it’s been, I don’t actually want to die.”

“You f- you-…with my-?! But you were like a-”

Goten finds a case of them in their Aeronautics section that looked promising, then turns back to Trunks with a frightening smile and equally unmasked laugh. “Yeah, it’s a little fucked up, I know. I’m sorry.” Goten pockets several of the capsules and walks over to his friend. He places his hand on Trunks’ shoulder, “But honestly? Despite everything… I still think it was worth it because, Trunks” He pulls his best friend in close, “There is nothing that compares to fucking in Super Saiyan.” He sighs, “Wow.”

And just like that, the last link to humanity Goten had was broken. He knows it is broken because he watches something happen to Trunks that proved he was as much Vegeta’s son as he was Bulma’s. He watches Trunks snap like he had watched Vegeta snap. He can see the sudden disconnect in logic as rationality drains out of his eyes and pure Saiyan anger contorts his face. And Goten thinks, maybe that was a mistake: to say that before he had his ki back. Because he was not able to dodge any of the subsequent hits to his face. Trunks graps Goten’s collar, shaking him as he yells at him. But Goten can’t hear what he’s saying. Everything is muted. Whatever friendship had been left lingering between them was dead and his voice sounds distant as he bluntly asks his brother to follow through on his words, “Trunks. You asked me to tell you. I told you. Now take the band off.” He lets his head lull back and it hits the floor as Trunks lets go.

He laughs dryly at Goten’s request. “You know what? You’re right. You did tell me. And I said I’d find a way once you told me, didn’t I?” Goten sits up and nods. “We’re brothers. I’d never break a promise to you. … Hold out your arm, ‘Ten. Let me see it.” He does and Trunks inspects the band for a few moments before settling on a plan of action and standing up.

“Dude, I told you not to mess with this stuff. My sister… she’s smarter than me, you know. Barely.” He rolls up his sleeves and takes a few steps back, “So, if she designed it not to come off then,” He shrugs, “It’s not going to come off. And well, your dad… I imagine that’s not an option, is it?”

Goten shakes his head.

“… Sorry, man….” He sighs, looks Goten dead in the eyes and raises his palm toward Goten’s still extended arm. “But it’s the only way. Senzu bean can heal anything, right?”

“What?”

“Pretty sure we’ve both survived worse.” He says with a bitter edge clinging to his words. Goten then watches Trunks’ hand light up with energy.

“Wait. Wait- what’re you- TRUNKS! WAIT! DON’T-!” The blast comes just as his eyes widen and he realizes is about to happen. Then there is the soft sound of metal dropping on the floor. Then, screaming. Goten collapses to his knees holding what was left of his arm to his chest while Trunks picks up the band and watches the light begin to fade from it.

“AAAAAAAHHH!" He gasps, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? YOU FUCKIN’-! AAHH-” The yells of agony quickly drop off into silence as he begins to feel the familiar zoom of ki. He throws up water all over the floor, because it’s all he’s been able to put down in the last few days. Then he throws up bile because there is no water left. Then, once the bile is gone, he throws up burning hot light and drops onto his chest.

Ki begins emanating in waves from the dark haired half as he convulses on the floor flashing back and forth to super saiyan; his ki sky rockets then drops and then sky rockets higher before dropping even lower.

Trunks has never seen anything like it. Last time he had arrived after Goten had gotten his energy back. He knew it had been bad, but this? He takes a step back from the shuddering, jerking body threatening to break itself in its excruciating attempt to restore balance.

Without warning another energy is suddenly standing next to him. Trunks looks at Goku with regret, confusion and horror at what he has done.

Goku looks down at his son’s writhing frame in shock, “His- his arm. His ki. What-”

“I-I- do you have senzu?”

Goku avoids several stray ki blasts. “Even if I did… they heal wounds… not limbs, Trunks. What- what happened? Where-”

“Fuck.” He runs his hand throuh his hair, “Fuck, what have I done?” He backs away from Goten and Goku. “I gotta- I need to call my sister she designed- I don’t know- I don’t know!” His hand shakes as he pulls out his phone and within moments he and his sister are shouting at each other over speakerphone.

Goku kneels by his son as the crackling energy around his son becomes less violent and the shaking dies down. The first intelligible thing he utters as he forces himself to stay conscious is, “V-Vegeta” He grips his father’s collar with his one good hand and yanks him down as he swallows down a wave of dizzyness, “He’s gonna kill me.”

“Goten. Goten, what- where were- and your arm. It’s-”

“I don’t care! About my fucking arm. I care! About my fucking life!” he grits through bared teeth. He gets up and falls over several times before finally standing and ripping off his shirt and shakily wrapping it around the ki cauterized wound.

“Let me see your arm- Bra said-” Trunks tries to pull Goten’s arm away from his chest to see how bad it is but the other half pushes him back with his foot.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME! I don't trust anything that psycho says! She tortured me!” He sends off a crackeling spray of ki towards Trunks that he easily dodges. Goten was still not in control of his Ki, it keeps disappearing and reappearing; spiking then going dark like he wasn’t there at all. Goku can feel it, the instability, the panic, the complete breakdown of his body in response to the breakdown in his head. Light leaks out from his fingertips, the ends of his hair, and even his nose and mouth as he talks. “He’s gonna fuckin’ kill me- let go, let go!” He pushes his father away and tries to walk out of the room but he keeps falling over, unbalanced; his ki still dropping and spiking, sending out uncontrolled bursts that floored him. Goku follows him, but Goten doesn’t make it further than the bottom of the stairs, “Fuck, he’s gonna fuckin’ kill me. I don't even have a chance.” He mumbles before crumpling in on himself in pain.

Goten is right and Goku knows it. He saw the look that crossed Vegeta’s face when Goten’s ki spiked into their peripherals. Instant transmission had bought him barely two minutes. He could feel that Veeta was flying here quickly with one singular goal in mind. Goku needed to make a decision and he needed to make it quickly.

He was still angry at his son. He hadn’t forgiven him, but Goku was not a murderer. He never was, and he never would be and he didn’t want to watch Vegeta walk down that path again after so long, and he wasn't sure he'd could or would hold him back once he was here. So, as he feels Vegeta’s ki closing in on the compound he does what is second nature to him, even after all his mistakes, all his regrets, and all this time. He puts his hand on his son’s shoulder and two fingers to his own forehead.

He’s not even sure if he’s been to this planet before. It was just the furthest place he could reach and vacant. Goten pukes as they reappear and remains laying in the sand as a final shiver of ki makes its way through his body before disappearing altogether.

Goku quickly turns him over to see if he’s still alive, and he is. Goten mumbles something incoherent as he sits up. “Where- where are we? Where did you take me?”

“...I don’t know. ...I’m sorry.”

Goten rubs his face with his one good hand and looks around, “For what?” He says tiredly.

“...For leaving.” Then he steps back and Goten watches him disappear for the last time.
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As soon as he reappears, Vegeta is shoving him violently against a wall, yelling at him louder than Goku has ever heard. "HOW COULD YOU!? HOW COULD YOU LET HIM TO LIVE AFTER WHAT HE DID?! HOW COULD YOU?!” He shoves Goku again, harder and holds him against the wall, “WHERE DID YOU TAKE HIM?! WHERE?!”

"I don’t- I don’t know! He’s still my son! And I couldn’t let you- I couldn’t-” he buries his head into Vegeta’s neck who is still fighting him.

"FUCK YOU KAKAROT! FUCK YOU! HE IS NOTHING TO YOU! IF HE EVER COMES BACK, I'LL KILL HIM! I’LL KILL- I’LL I’ll- I'll kill him- And you LET HIM disappear. You-” He points at his son who doesn’t respond and remains slumped against the wall with his face burried into his palms as his sister’s voice comes through the phone laying next to him. Vegeta yells out in anguish and falls to his knees taking Goku with him as he breaks down completely, with his fists balled up into Goku’s shirt.

Goten would never seen how much it had broken Vegeta that he didn’t get to have the final say in his fate. He would never see that Bra, in her typical fashion, got away with just about everything. Trunks never told a soul what he saw in her office, about what he knew she’d been doing to Goten. But he did watch as she burned and destroyed every single remaining piece of evidence.

He would never see his brother lie to their mother for the thousandth time assuring her that Goten was ok when just like usual, he knew Goten was not ok.

He would never see Trunks finally ask Pan to marry him. He’d never be there for him when they divorced. He wouldn’t be his best man a second time when Trunks inevitably got remarried. To Pan. Again. He would never see their daughter.

He would never see a lot of things.

Instead, in those moments just after his father disappeared, Goten sits in the sand trying to figure out where he was and what he sees… is blurry. He looks around and everything is blurry. His eyes sting and he palms his face with his left hand and it is wet and he realizes, for the first time since he can remember, he is crying.
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A/N: WOW. I rewrote tf out of this. I was never content with my original ending. Always felt lazy. I don't like that this ch ended up with a few sort of "false" feeling endings before the final ch. but it is what it is. I'm much happier with this chain of events. If you read the original and remember the orig ending, i'd be interested in your thoughts on the matter.

Ah, this tome is finally at an end though. Just the epilogue, and then no more. (sigh of relief). I've loved writing and re writing this story, but I'm done now, I have other works I want to put more time into. Epilogue will be up before next week.

ALSO ok, Trista, so you hit on something interesting in your comment. My original intention with Bra was absoultely to have her basically make Goten her little captive "toy." It was an idea I played around with a lot while initially writing this. So it's funny that you picked up on that even though I decided against it... Ultimately, I really wasn't comfortable with the idea that she could manipulate his sexual orientation... even if the acts are forced, his strong sense of security regarding his sexuality is sort of what drives the whole plot. And I also think that would've just totally stomped on him, mind, body, and soul. He would have been completely broken and probably asked Vegeta to kill him by the end. I wanted him to still have a little fight left so he could live with the things he's done.

I loved her character though and her constant sexual advances with him so, I did try to write the captive chapter very.... open? I made it clear that she was tormenting him with the band, but tried to leave enough enough room there to imply that she was probably asking him to perform some humiliating tasks for the sake of "science" as well. :D
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