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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Dreams and Revelations

It's dark when Goten awakes. Early morning he guesses. He moves quietly along the halls with his ki suppressed in search of food. He feels out the other energy in the houses. Trunks is still sleeping. Calm easy waves of Ki rolling off him. Vegeta's is brighter though, erratic, jumping up and down, he's awake? Not that it would surprise him. The last Saiyan usually wakes up earlier than any sane person should just to get a few extra hours of training in but still, it usually wasn't thrumming excitedly like this.
He walks by Vegeta’s door on the way to the kitchen and pauses. His neck burns red hot just thinking about their most recent… incident. Goten feels Vegeta’s ki spike, he is nearly in Super Saiyan. What the hell is he doing? He raises his hand to knock, maybe apologize, but he thinks better of it and begins to walk away until he hears a soft noise from the behind the closed door.

...There’s no way he’s trying to train inside, is he? He doesn't know what he expected as he presses his ear to the door, but it sure as hell wasn’t ragged breathing broken by a quiet moan.

Wait. Is he-? Goten’s body reacts before his mind and suddenly his whole torso is pressed against the door, leaning into the cool surface. No, he can’t be. He listens a little longer just to confirm his suspicion.
He is! He figures this makes them even and he could live with himself and all his embarrassment over the situation but his mischievous smile falters when he hears... it.

He shakes his head just to make sure he’s not hearing things. But there it is again. So, without a sound he turns the brass knob. Wordlessly, he cracks the door so he could get a better read on the Ki behind it. He's sure he has misheard. The door is hardly open enough for light but the heady smell of Vegeta's sweat easily finds its way from the hot stuffy room to Goten's keen senses and he can’t resist opening it further.

It is so beautiful and desperate, the disaster that is Vegeta in the early hours of the morning. Goten has never seen someone make him so hot so fast without effort. The stark white sheets almost glow in the moonlight streaming in from the blinds. They cling to the scarred damp skin on his legs and thighs. His naked back and torso arched pressing his hips and shoulders deep into the bed. The knuckles on his left hand are white from clutching what cloth is left around him tightly, the other is between his legs. His face is tense, almost pained with an expression Goten has never seen on the full Saiyan's face and all of his body is screaming with agonizing desire while he pants his father's name, as only Vegeta says it, like a mantra that will save him from death.

Then it is over. Vegeta is completely rigid for a moment and it is all over. He is lying on the bed, palms relaxed, sweating profusely, slowing heartbeat, calmer ki, and Goten realizes he wasn’t awake, but he is now.

Vegeta pulls himself up slowly while letting out a long exhale. Goten doesn't stay long enough to risk getting caught. He sprints full speed back to the other side of the compound. He doesn't stay to see Vegeta wrap his arms around his bent knees and sigh. He doesn't stay to hear him say "Fuck you, Kakarot" without any hatred as he presses his palm to the wet streaks that ran silent down his face.

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I suppose…. the memory of my father leaving makes a lot more sense now.

Goten lies on his bed wide awake at not quite five as an old memory keeps replaying in his head. He was so young, he can't remember what they were saying as they argued in the kitchen all those years ago. All he can remember is that they were loud... and their expressions. He didn't recognize what they were then. But he knew now. Anger. Hatred. Pain. Things he had become so intimately familiar with himself. He also remembers the way Vegeta hit his father. It wasn’t a jab or an uppercut… it wasn’t any kind of punch at all. Vegeta had backhanded his father which Goten now guessed to be a particularly insulting gesture between Saiyans. It must have been because even he, Goten, violent problem child of two households and grievances to spare with Vegeta had never been backhanded by him. Hooked, roundhoused, blasted, sure, but never… backhanded. He’d never seen Vegeta smack anyone like he’d smacked his father and he'd never seen his father just… take a hit. Like he deserved it.

He remembers expecting them to fight, to spar, like they always did and he remembers waiting, ready to jump to his father’s side like he always did. But the fight never came. Goku blasted off without another word and that was the last time he saw him. He remembers watching quietly as Vegeta done yelling foreign profanities at someone who couldn’t hear them broke down for the second time that day, except this time silent and alone.

As he replays it, more of it comes to life. The expressions more vivid, their tones more clear, and it eats at him; wondering just what they were arguing about on the day of Bulma's funeral. His father hadn't been right since they got the news. Distant and somewhat flighty, constantly finding reasons to leave Mount Paozu and the immediate conclusion is tempting but it didn't make sense. They were married, well, that’s not necessarily- They had kids- and, Vegeta loved Bulma…. Didn’t he?

She was the only person he ever said a damned nice thing about and he spoiled his daughter who looked just like her completely rotten. Bra could do no wrong and it drove both Goten and Trunks up a wall when she was home. That must have meant something.

He thinks about earlier that same day. The day of Bulma’s funeral. The first time Vegeta broke down. He had been sitting next to Trunks who was inconsolable but still managed to pull his father away from the podium before he killed everyone in the audience accidentally. He remembers even Gohan had been there, helping Trunks more or less shove a quickly destabilizing Saiyan into the gravity chamber where the meltdown he had denied for a week (maybe a few years, if we’re being completely honest), would be contained. He remembers watching Vegeta scream as his energy flooded the room. He’d never heard someone scream like that. Then Vegeta dropped to his knees and sobbed. He and Trunks both sobbed. Goten remembers watching and being surprised because he’s pretty sure it’s the only time he’s ever seen Vegeta embrace his son. He remembers Gohan quietly saying ‘we should leave’ as he walked towards the door, but Vegeta stopped him and squared up to him with a vicious angry look.

‘Why was your father not there?’ he recalls Vegeta asking.

Gohan isn’t able to respond until Vegeta has already shook his head and pushed past him toward the house with Trunks in tow.

‘Because he is never there, Vegeta. He missed every birthday Goten’s ever had. He missed his own son’s wedding... He’s never there.’

Vegeta stopped at the words. But only for a moment.

Goten’s eyes snap open as he remembers how often his father was gone… with Vegeta. How often they left together to fight the Universe's 'evils’ and it is suddenly very obvious why his father was never there.

The more he tried to push the idea from his mind, the more sure it seemed. Their "rivalry", their constant "training," blasting off into space together every chance they got, the mutual obsession, the fight, his father’s sudden departure. The two most powerful beings in the galaxy, the two last remaining Saiyans and- how the hell did I not see this?

Goten decides what he needs is something more substantial than a bad dream… Because No. Nooo, no, no, no. There is just… no…. way…. that Vegeta... and ...my father...
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