please don't hate me for this... I made the ages crazy different btw to work with my story.

Bra- 13

Trunks-20

and Goten 19

and

don't own.

My father is a great fighter. Purveyor of truth and light. Ally to good, enemy to evil. He is a hero, a savior. He doesn't hate, only loves. Most of everyone returns him that favor. My brother has always worshiped him. Gohan used to tell me al these amazing stories about him when I was younger. I loved hearing about dad's epic intergalatic battles aginst monsters from space. It was better than the movies and any story I have ever read. I wanted to be brave, to be a hero and most importantly, be like my father.

No matter how hard I trained or how I well I have done against any enemy I am all but a shadow. Always. My father loves to get the glory and sure enough he always gets it. Even to do this day. With no help from anyone he saves the day every time. Like the time he went Super Saiyan 4 and fused with Vegeta to fight that shadow dragon or the time he had four separate beings aid in giving him their energy to stop the Vegeta possessed Baby. All by himself, my father has saved the Earth.

He was worse than Hercule Satan in some ways. Only instead of parading around saying he was the best like the dolt, he just took the credit of everything and was, "modest."

I started to grow annoyed at my father and from there it led to stronger emotions. Why'd he always have to go to battle? Why'd he have no problem leaving my family without a care or word? He would be gone for years and then show up and my mom would pretend that he was there the entire time. I didn't understand how she could be so forgiving. My brother and granddaughter were the same. I never forgave him for it. Were we not important enough? Was I not worth raising?

In time started to look to others for the strong male role model. Take my best friend's father for example.

He may be cold and closed off but he was always there. He never left Trunks. His dad would never go off for years without saying something. He stayed at home and never missed a birthday or a day at the park. He was better than Goku in that aspect. He was a great fighter too. Vegeta ended up being the only stable and strong male in my life aside from my brother. I admired him.

I can no longer stand it here. In this house. I had to get out. I had to leave. I can't look at my mother anymore or my brother. They had blind devotion to the wrong person. I wanted them to open their eyes and see through the lies but they refused. My mother and brother and even my not so little niece are only bound to be continuingly let down by my father.

I decided today was the day I would leave this place. I have been to his point several times before. I always packed my bag and right when I felt I had the strength to go something held me back. Not today. I was finally ready. I had to be. There was nothing left for me here. No reason to stay.

"Goten get down here so we can eat! I didn't slave away in the kitchen so you can eat that junk you hide up there! Get down here now!" My mother. I was already starting to miss her.

"Coming!" I called to her. Breathe. You can do this. Now or never. It can't be never.

My dad was already stuffing his face when I entered the dinning area. Pan just started wordlessly at her plate.

"Glad you could make it bro." I nodded at Gohan and took my seat.

"What's wrong?" My mom was watching me.

"What?"

"You're not eating. You usually dig in by now." I must have zoned out. She continued to watch me.

"Oh. Not hungry." I pushed my plate away.

"Is something wrong?" Videl had the same look on her face as my mother.

"Just thinking." I sighed and rested my chin on my arms.

"What about, son?" Great now father was entering the conversation.

"Oh nothing much, just leaving."

The table went silent. Everyone stopped eating.

"What do you mean by that?" My mom's anger was rising. Good. That would make this much easier.

"I want to move out." I waited for the yelling.

"Where would you go. bro?" Gohan asked. He was getting nervous. I can feel it.

"Move out? Why? Don't you like it here unc?" Unc. My not so little niece has started to call me Unc Goten or UG even.

"Why'd you want to move out, Goten? It's nice here!"

"Well, Goku. I am a bit surprised to hear that from you."

I can feel the fight coming on.

"Goku?" He frowned

"That is your name." I sighed again.

"What is with your attitude young man!" My mother was hunched over and glaring at me.

"I am almost nineteen. I want to move out. Be on my own. I can't be here anymore."

"Why" My brother asked quietly. He looked sad. I resisted rolling my eyes.

"Because he's here." I looked over at my dad.

"Well, here this week I should say, but still." I smile as I added that. I leaned back and mimiced my father. My hand behind my head and all.

"I didn't raise you to be disrespectful!" My mom's shrill voice squeaked out.

" I am not being disrespectful mom. I'm being honest. How can you sit here and defend him after all he has done to us?"

"Grandpa is a hero!" Pan raised her fork at me. Gohan grabbed it from her.

"He's never around for us! But as soon as a monster from space threatens Earth, poof! There he is!"

"Go-"

"Don't. You don't care. I get that dad. I've dealt with it all my life until this moment. I don't to live here anymore and I don't be around you anymore."

I stood up and began walking to the stairs. There. I said it and now I was able to finally leave this place.

"So you're just leaving us?" My mother was livid.

"Yes." I continued walking.

"Goten, son. I'm-I never meant to give you the impression that I don't care for you. I really do."

"Right." I was at the top of the steps.

"Fine! Go then! Don't expect me to come find you or be waiting for you!" I heard her throwing something.

"Mom-"

"Chi-Chi. We're here, okay?" My father almost sounded sincere.

"Whatever."

I was in my room by now. I picked up my bag and looked at my window. This was it. No turning back now.

"You're where?" Trunks turned on the lamp by his bed and sat up. His best friend was on the other end of the phone. Something was wrong.

"Outside. I left home."

"You what?" Trunks yawned and stretched. He slowly stood up.

"Yeah. Hey. You're sister is trying to sneak out her bedroom window. She's totally failing. This is kind of cute." Goten broke off into laughter.

Trunks blinked. He walked across the hall and proceeded to turn on the light for the dark room.

The window was open and his sister was halfway out of it.

"Uh."

Bra stopped moving and stared at her brother in sheer terror.

"Don't tell daddy!" She fell back into her room. After jumping up to her feet she closed the window.

"Goten, where are you?" Trunks stared at his sister awkwardly before the leaving the room. She followed.

He entered the hallway once again and made his way to the front door of the house.

He opened the door and was greeted by Goten.

"So, where is my bed?" He pushed past Trunks and Bra and closed the door behind him