I have no freaking clue what Goten's wannabe girlfriend's name is. So I guessed.
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Trunks was use to strange and random requests from his best friend. He has 16 years of experience with them. This however was new a one. His friend never left home, never had a serious argument with anyone in his family and he was pretty sure that he has never ran away from his house up until this point. He stared at his friend for a minute, trying to read him. Could this be some kind of joke? Was he really just saying over because he didn't want to go on same lame family vacation and had the okay to stay here anyway? Or was this actually something more?
"You want to stay here?" He cringed internally. That was already made apparent. He scolded himself.
"Yep." His friend picked up a single bag that he brought with him and walked into the living room.
If all he was carrying with him was a single bag then surely he was joking about moving in? One would bring more with them wouldn't they?
"Why?" Trunks's little sister asked joining in the conversation.
"Because I disowned my parents." His voice was cold and serious. Trunks was slightly taken back by the harshness of it.
"We can do that?" Bra stared wide at him. Never before has she heard of this concept. It intrigued her greatly.
"Why?" That seemed like a decent question Trunks mused. This was very different.
I wonder what made him leave. His mom tell him to stay away from Felice again?
Chi- Chi did not hide her feelings about Goten's potential girlfriend. Trunks had met her several times and she never bothered him. She was a bit more ditzy than others he had met but she wasn't a bad girl at all. Maybe all Chi-Chi had to do was meet her.
"Because I am sick of d-oh. You meant him." Bra laughed nervously
"I am tired of them. My dad thinks he is so great. 'Oh I save the world all by myself and when it comes to my family, fuck them! I come and go as I fucking please! Who cares how that effects them!' Everyone loves to say how much we are alike, my dad and I. it makes me sick. I would never abandon my children and wife. He ignores me too, on purpose. Gohan is his pride and joy. 'Oh Chi-Chi Gohan is really strong! He's going to be stronger than me one day!' But me? No. I am just the weak link."
Trunks cringed once again. He never thought about how Goku leaving effected his family either. He was the hero and always a good reason to leave. It was also wrong in some ways. He could see that. He had a wife and two sons to consider but he never did.
"I'm sorry Goten. I never thought-"
"Of course you didn't! No one ever thinks about it! He's the fucking hero of the story! Everything he does is great and with reason."
Goten was starting to power up. The lamps arranged around the room blew up. Bra backed away and hid behind her brother.
"Can you try to calm down? You'll wake my parents."
His friend nodded and his power began to decrease slowly.
Trunks was truly conflicted. He made an oath years ago during the Buu fiasco that he and Goten would always be best friends and there for each other no matter the issue and cost. They were brothers and they refused to let the other down or have something come between them.
On the other hand he admired Goku. He was a great fighter and good person. He loved everyone, animals and life. He'd say he was like a second father but his own father would beat the tar out of him.
"How long do you want to stay here?" He chose the friendship. They've done so much for each other. He isn't going to stop now.
"As long as it takes for me to afford my own place. Is that okay? I am sorry for dragging you into this but I had no other choice." Goten gave him a sad smile.
"Welcome home."
Goten run up and gave him a rib cracking hug.
"You have no idea what this means! Thank you!"
They chose to wait until the morning for Bulma to know of the new arrangement. They'd figure that if they asked Vegeta he would be kicked out. They had not thought of saying that Goku kicked him until after they told Bulma.
" You want to stay here?" She had the same reaction as her eldest child.
"Yes." Same cold response from Goten.
"Why? Does your mother know you left?" Bulma reached for the phone.
"Yes." He glared at her hand.
"I see. Why did you leave?" She removed her hand from the phone cradle.
"I cant stand living with Goku anymore."
Bulma was taken back at the use of her friends name.
" Oh. If you live here you have to follow the same rules as my children. I'll have to talk this over with Vegeta but if you do get to stay we have rules." She folded her arms.
"Such as?"
"Well, for one you'd have a curfew. 2 AM would be yours. You graduated high school by now haven't you?"
He nodded.
"Okay so if you are not going to school then you need to have a job as well and pay us rent."
Goten turned to face Trunks who was lounging on the couch.
"Trunks can I have a job at Capsule Corp?"
"Sure."
Goten turned back to face Bulma and smiled, she in turn rolled her eyes.
"This is of course all based on if Vegeta and I agree on you staying with us." She took a sip of her coffee.
"Of course."
"Why isn't he at home? I do not wish to get involved with the moronic problems of his family."
Gotten and Trunks listened from the hallway to Vegeta and Bulma.
"He'll pay us 400 a month."
"Hmph."
"That money can go towards me getting the supplies to fix your beloved Gravity Room."
"He stays away from me!"
They boys high fived.
"This calls for celebration my friend." Goten was bouncing with the happy. His mood had changed drastically from his pervious cold demeanor.
"What do you have in mind? I am not up for anything like a party right now. I-we have work and it starts early. It sucks when you can't even be late to your company." Trunks sighed and leaned into the wall behind him.
"We don't have to anything like that. I don't like parties really either. Why not see a movie? What's out? I haven't been to one since I was eight. Lack of having one where I lived."
"I didn't know Hicksville lacked the moving pictures." Trunks smirked. He loved making fun of how far into the mountains he lived.
"Oh gosh is that what they are called? Guess it was too advanced for our primitive culture. We still have dial up internet. Latest thing."
"Oh damn. You have beepers too?"
"Anyway, movie yes?"
"Yeah can we stop at the mall first? I need to pick up something for tomorrow anyway. My mother says she is tired of my tan suit. Apparently I am boring."
It didn't take long for the boys to head over to the mall. Trunks made his way over the clothing store to pick up his new suit while Goten decided to check out the video game store.
He found the object of hid desire rather quickly. She glistening in the light. The cover was gold and letters were in a blood red script. This baby was among the most violent and brutal games on the market today. Several stores had to face protests for carrying this very game.
Goten was sure this his friend had already own this baby but to his dismay Bulma invaded Trunks video game collection and got rid of most them. She wanted her son to grow up.
His own mother would never let such a disgusting and childish thing in his own home either. She would be furious if she saw him play it and would even go as far to destroy it to prevent further use of the mind damaging game.
He swiped it off the shelf without a second thought. The line wasn't too long today. He was rather pleased.
"Hey! Leave us alone!"
A voice from back of the store caught the young hero's attention. He looked at the line and back to the source of the voice. More people were lining up behind him and he really didn't want to lose the spot but the sappy hero side of him was screaming to get out of line.
Sappy hero side? He just think that? Goten shook his head clear of thoughts and sighed. He stepped sideways out of line and headed to the back of the store.
"This better be good." He growled.
Three older thuggish looking teens, not much younger than himself were pestering two much younger kids. One boy and a girl. The larger boy of the delinquents started to poke the small girl
"This your girlfriend?" She was scared and tried to remove the older boys hands from her.
"Hey," Goten pushed the younger kids out of the way and wrapped his arm around the larger boy's shoulder, " You know how much this game costs?"
"It has a price tag genius." The young teen removed Goten's arm and pushed him away.
"So it does. Thanks ugly!" He smiled as the boy called him back
"What was that, geek? I am ugly? Someone needs to take a look in the mirror." The teen raised his fist in the air.
"I guess it would be easier for me to see since mine don't break at the sight of my face."
The teenage boy closest to Goten tried to grab him, but he was too fast. Goten grabbed his wrist before he could touch him and twisted it hard.
"Ow! My hand! He broke my wrist!"
"This is boring. See you freaks later." Goten pushed the other one against a shelf and headed back to the line.
The one with a broken wrist tried to go after him but was stopped by the older one.
"No. We'll get him later."
"Why are we doing this again? We have enough money for tickets." Trunks and Goten were standing outside behind the movie theatre.
"Because it's fun!" Goten opened the door and motioned for Trunks to enter. He shook his head.
"Ah come on! We did this kind of stuff all the time as kids, remember?" Goten put his hands in a begging/praying gesture.
"It just seems--fine. Whatever. We'll sneak into the movie." Goten clapped in victory and opened the door again.
"Hey boys, Is that Trunks Briefs? The richest dude in town?" Trunks turned around. The three boys from before walked over.
"Why it is! Let's steal his wallet. Oh come on Trunksie, Give the nice guy your wallet." The teen held out his hand while the other two laugh.
Trunks and Goten exchanged an annoyed glance before facing the teens again.
"Hey! He's the one who broke Shaun's hand!"
Trunks raised an eyebrow and turned to his friend amused.
"You broke his hand? Power down much?"
"Oops." He shrugs.
"You can have my wallet. I have more money at home anyway. Here"
Trunks walked over to the teen. He wanted to get inside and enjoy the show, not be bothered by idiots like these guys. He head to deal with enough wannabes wanting to steal from him. It was getting increasingly hard not to even defend himself. He can't count how many times he had to fake pain while being jumped by others. He cursed his alien genes.
He was caught off guard when the teen launched an attack. He kicked his feet causing Trunks to lose footing and to fall forward while the two teens used the momentum to toss him towards the dumpster. Trunks hit it head on.
The remaining teen went after Goten.
"I'll break your face for Shaun." He jumped into Goten who easily blocked him. The kid fell backwards onto his ass.
"Loser! Bet your daddy is ashamed of you! Freak!"
Goten narrowed his eyes, clenched his fist and started his own attack on him. Punch. Kick. Punch. He didn't let up. He threw him head first into the brick wall and continued pounding his fists onto his body.
"Goten!" Trunks grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him backwards.
"Y-your glowing black energy!" Trunks backward slowly from his friend, wide eyed and scared.
Goten was surrounded by a black aura. The same kind of aura that would be around him if he powered up to Super Saiyan but instead of the golden light, he was emitting a strange black energy.
"You killed him."
Trunks looked over at the two teens. They were huddled over by their fallen comrade. His body was still.
"What are you freaks?"
"Shut up." Goten's voice was low and harsh. The two teens ran off.
"What's wrong with you? He was nothing." Trunks bent down to inspect the fallen boy.
"Exactly." Goten's body was shaking and his skin was paling. The black aura was gone now.
"I think he's right. I can't sense him at all. What are we going to do? Call the police?"
The sound of vomiting caused Trunks to jump a little. This has never happened before. He's never killed anyone nor did he witness someone die that wasn't evil and fighting back. This guy was just a kid. Sure he was a jackass but he wasn't evil and didn't deserve to die like this.
His body was bloody and some bones were bent at odd angles. The femur was poking out of his jeans.
"I think I might throw up too." He looked away.
"Trunks."
"Yeah?'
"Help me."
Goten collapsed.
