A/N: English is not my first language, I apologize for any grammar, spelling or structure sentence mistakes, I'll more than happy if you point them out to me.

Edit: I fixed a lot of mistakes. I do try my best to have the minimum of errors, and again sorry, and please do point it out. :)

Shattering Mirrors

Goten stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom, rubbing his eyes to get rid of those ugly bags under them. The demi-Saiyan could not sleep at all last night.

'He looks exactly the way you looked, when we met for the first time.' Bulma said, then Krillin agreed, 'Yes, he even has your innocence and naivety.' Followed by Oolong's joke: 'ChiChi, you should have named him Goku Jr.' Then everyone laughed at Yamcha's realization: 'In a few years, we'll not be able to tell them apart.'

Those comments, those words echoed in Goten's head over and over all night long. Causing him insomnia. Yesterday the Z-gang gather at the Son's residence to celebrate Goten's twelth birthday. He could have enjoyed the fact that his best friend gave him as a present the video console, he longed for ever, he even bought it out of his allowance, it could not get more special than that, considering how greedy Trunks could be sometimes. However, his joy was overwhelmed by the comparison between him and his father, that the grown ups exposed that night. They were there to celebrate his birthday, not to point out he was a replica of his father.

The spiked haired boy leaned into the mirror to see his reflection better, as he made an endless amount of facial expression. Every single one was a perfect clone of his father. 'They are right, I do look just like dad. But is normal for kids to look like their moms or dads, right?' he thought inocently, as another set of voices invaded his mind:

'Gohan's little brother.' 'Goku's son' 'Chi chi's youngest.' 'Trunks' friend.' 'Kakaroto's brat.' 'My best's friend's kid.' 'Goku's replica.' 'Videl's brother in-law.' 'Goku's clone.' 'Pan's uncle.'

In a meditative manner, always looking at the image in the mirror, Goten started to question about the little voices spinning inside his head. 'Why they do that? Isn't easier for them to just call me by my name? It's just a word.'

The pre-teen got angry. Why would they treat him like that? He was a person, an individual. How hard was to call him by his name? That's why he got one to start with. "My name is Goten, Goten. I'm not anyone's anything. Well, I'm all those things. But still... I'm so unimportant that no one bother to call me by my name?" Goten, closed his eyes, he was upset like never before, and in a blind rage, he formed a fist with his right hand and hit the image in front of him... Dozens of fragments from the shattering mirror, flew across the whole bathroom.

"What was that noise?" ChiChi asked as she entered into the bathroom, "What happen here? There are pieces of glass all over the place."

"I can explain mom, I didn't mean it, I- I Just.." Goten tried to find a good excuse, he couldn't tell his mother the real reason why he hit the mirror. He usually gets in trouble with Trunks around, and he was the one to came up with the made up stories.

The house wife looked intrigued at her son for a reply, but soon enough, her expression changed completely to be worried when she saw Goten's hand "Oh, heavens, you're bleeding, it must hurt a lot."

Then, another figure appeared in the scene, "What is all the commotion about?" Asked Goku, "Wow, what happened to the mirror?"

Remembering the time when Trunks broke a wall in a game of tag gone wrong, he said, "I tried to get rid of a bug." He didn't really lied about it, he did try to get rid of something, something harder to get rid of.

"Well, that doesn't matter, let me see your hand." ChiChi said. Goten extended his hand so his mother could observe how bad his injury was. "Is not deep at all, just a big scratch." Then she searched for the aid kit, in the cabinet under the sink, and then proceeded to treat the wound. "You've to more careful, use bug spray next time."

"I'm sorry, mom."

"Is ok, I can't blame you for being clumsy, after all you are just like your father." There we go again, he was being compared to his father again. A wave of anger struck across Goten's psyche. Obligating the demi-Saiyan to shove off his hand abruptly from the black haired woman's hold. "I'm not done wrapping the bandage yet."

"I can do it myself." said the twelve year old, in a bitter tone and left. "I'll be in my room."

"What was that?"

"I don't know," Goku replied as he saw his son storming out on the hallway, then they heard a loud BANG, caused by Goten when he slammed his room's door. "I think you shouldn't call him clumsy, ChiChi."

A frantic pre-teen paced up and down in his room, he has never felt this anger before, not even when he was sent to bed without dinner got him this mad. And for a Saiyan food was a big deal. "ARGH", he screamed, 'Why they keep doing that? I am not my dad.'

Noticing his clothing was covered with glass sherds, he went to his closet for a clean change of clothes. Before he could open the door, he saw something in the mirror that was hung on the wall. The expression that he was wearing on his face, did not match any of Goku's. Yes, he finally found it. Hate and anger, his father didn't hate anyone, not even his worst enemies, and hardly gets mad. He heard many stories from Gohan, that their dad let live numerous enemies. The guy was all about compassion, and caring. For sure, now they would never compare him with his father ever again.

ChiChi command Goku to clean up the mess left by Goten, he refused at first, but his wife convinced him by telling him that if she does that, breakfast would take longer. About an hour passed since the incident, and the family of three was sitting at the round kitchen table eating breakfast. An usual morning at the Son's house was full of cheerfulness, however today was sort of awkward and tense.

Goten was so determined to do the opposite of his father. Eating slowly and neatly would be a perfect change of habit. Both parents saw this amazed, they also saw that the boy in question was still sour about what happen earlier, whatever it was that make him that moody. Husband and wife had a telepathic conversation through the exchange of looks, 'Talk to him.' 'No, you talk to him, you know I'm not good with words.' 'But you're his father, maybe is a boy thing.' 'Well, maybe is because you called him clumsy.' At her defeat, ChiChi talked.

"Goten, are you upset because I called you clumsy?"

"Oh, of course not, I am clumsy," Gonten replied coldly, no bothering to at gaze her, "The true shouldn't offend no one, like you should not be offended when people say you've a pesky personality." He felt a little bad about calling names to her mom, but he must endure, if he wanted to prove his point. The couple opened their eyes in surprise. Did their little and sweet Goten insult his mother? For sure, that was the first time one of her children or husband talked to her that way. Goku almost choked with a rice ball, while ChiChi went ballistic.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAID?" screamed the woman while breaking her chopstick in the process. Goten was too occupied eating his tamagoyaki to give a reply. The mother of two, got even angrier for being ignored, stood up from her chair, ready to beat up the rudeness out of the demi-Saiyan.

"Now, ChiChi, calm down." Goku tried to lower her ire down by pressing her shoulders to sit back.

"Calm down you said? He openly insulted me and you are asking me to calm down?"

"Yes, maybe he's just repeating what someone else said, he didn't mean to. He wouldn't do that on purpose." He was right, there was no way her sweet and innocent baby would say those things to her. So she obeyed and sat again.

"No, dad, I mean it. By the way, I'm not repeating after anyone, they would say she's just bitchy." Goten said, still in that harsh tone, that was so unusual on him. Goku now was afraid for his son's life, and maybe his too.

There was no Saiyan in the whole universe to hold that woman. In the blink of an eye, she stood up and went around the table and back-slapped the kid across the face. "Get out of my sight, go to your room, and do not get out of it until I say so, NOW!"

Goten shooted a nasty look to his mother, then he stood up and tossed in an abrupt manner his utensils on the table, in his way upstairs, his parents could hear him mumbling "Whatever, I don't want to see you either."

"GOKU!" Screamed Chichi, sending a chill through the Saiyan's spine, causing him to jump out of his seat and stand up as a soldier in the army, ready to take orders from his major.

"Yes, Chichi?" he asked a bit scare.

Chichi walked angrily towards him, she stopped in front of him and let out a cry as she throw herself to him for comfort. Goku, hugged her back.

"My little sweet, and innocent Goten become a rebel. Why, Why this has to happen to me? Am I such a bad mother to get this kind of treatment?"

"Of course not. You're a great mom. Everyone can have a bad day, just give him some space, ok?" Feeling more confident from the comforting words from her husband, she hugged him tighter and buried her face in his chest, counting his heart beats and thanked for each one. If he wasn't here with her...That, she preferred not to think about.

To be Continue...