The bedroom was dark but a young, raven-haired saiyan was awake. For some reason he could not get back to sleep after the news he had just witnessed on TV. His best friend was engaged, and he didn't know why it bothered him so much. It just continued to occupy his mind until he decided to walk outside onto his small, apartment balcony. He closed his eyes and breathed in the fumes of the city. His face contorted into disgust, and he sighed. Why did he have to live here again? Oh yeah…
19-year-old Son Goten's family life was stressful to say the least. His overbearing mother, Chichi pressured him to marry and settle down it seemed every chance she got, which annoyed him to no end. His brother, Gohan was a successful scholar, teaching at the university Goten attended. Lucky him. He knew his mother would be happy if he was just like his older brother: A husband, a father, and a good son. He didn't want his brother's life. He wanted to stand apart from him and so he decided to move out. He missed his niece, Pan, but he couldn't live in a house where he wouldn't be accepted for who he was.
Goten closed the sliding door behind him and walked around his apartment. It wasn't much, but he liked to call it home. His family and friends had been over to visit, but he could only think of one, who never came to see him anymore, his best friend, Trunks Briefs, President of Capsule Corporation.
After Goten's father Goku had saved the world once again and left with Shenron, the wishing dragon of the dragon balls, life had gone back to normal without him. Goten was still having trouble moving on from his father's absence but what hurt him even more was how his friendship with Trunks seemed to drift apart. Plans were canceled. Trunks was always busy with work while Goten was busy with his assignments. Eventually they lost touch and life seemed to go on but Goten didn't want it to stay this way. He wanted to spend time with Trunks and talk about anything and laugh like they always did. His mind went back to the word "engaged," and he plopped onto the couch with frustration written in his face. How could he make time when Trunks was getting married?
"How did everything get so fucked up?" Goten asked out loud to no one. He never sweared, but this was serious. Would he never be able to fix his relationship with Trunks? He had to try, and he was determined to do so. So in a baby blue robe, plaid, red pants, and shirtless torso, he disappeared into what seemed thin air by using a technique called instant transmission. He had watched his father demonstrate the technique and decided to try it out one day and mastered it the first time. He was proud of himself but never told anyone.