Holy crap, I am soo sorry it took me so long to update. Just been busy with school and have had writers block.

Warning: Child Abuse, Character Death, Suicide, Yaoi, Lemon. If you have a problem with any of this, then DO NOT READ.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball GT belong to Toei animation, all I own is the plot of the story.

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Well, now that you know what my life was like at nine, you can guess that it only got worse after Gohan died. Mom started beating me more and more, sometimes I couldn't even go to school, for fear someone would report the bruises. Let's skip ahead a few years. Here's how my life was, when I was thirteen.

Goten was flying through the sky, heading for Orange Star High School. For him, school was his savior. It was a way to get out of the house, and be away from his mother for eight hours. He was thankful she was too drunk to do much damage last night. She only managed a few punches and kicks. For him, that was nothing. He smiled, spotting a certain lavender haired prince ahead of him. He quickened his speed and flew next to Trunks, who didn't even notice him. He looked like he was in deep thought. Goten playfully punched his arm, watching his friend nearly jump out of his skin. The purple haired prince turned to him and smiled.

"Hey, Goten. What's up?"

"I could ask you the same thing. What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing, just thinking." Trunks replied, looking away. Goten sighed. Lately, Trunks had been so distant, he didn't know what it was, but he planned on finding out. The two flew in silence towards their school, they were almost there when Trunks spoke. "Goten?"

"Yeah?" he asked, looking over at his best friend.

"What do you think of Marron?" he asked. Goten shrugged.

"Personally, I think she's a bitch." he answered. He heard Trunks say oh beside him. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I was going to ask her out." Goten sighed and looked down.

"Just ask her then." he said glumly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Trunks give him an odd look, but didn't say anything. They landed behind the school so no one would see them, and headed through the steel double doors.

"See ya at lunch, Goten."

"See ya." he called, heading to his homeroom history class. Taking a seat in the back of the room, he saw Marron take her seat in front of him. She leaned forward and tapped the guy in front of her on the shoulder, kissing him when he turned around. That was boyfriend number three. 'Slut.' Goten thought, leaning back in his chair. The teacher came in and started the class.

Goten started to daydream as soon as the teacher started her lecture. He thought of the person he loved so much, but he could never have. He was so caught up in thought, he hadn't heard the teacher call his name until he heard something snap on his desk. His head shot up and he looked at his history teacher.

"Goten, what is the answer to question five?"

"Um, twenty four?" he asked. Some of the kids started laughing, and his teacher shook her head.

"Please pay attention, Goten." she sighed, walking back up to the front of the room. Sighing, Goten started writing down everything that was on the board on his notebook, figuring it would be better than getting on her bad side. He shuddered at the thought.

Three classes and many assigned homework assignments later, Goten was sitting under one of the giant trees on the school grounds, munching on an apple. He sensed someone sit next to him and smiled, knowing who it was without even opening his eyes.

"Hey, Trunks."

"Yo." the purple haired teen said, sitting down next to him. "Sup?"

"Nothin much. Doing some homework."

"Oh, fun." Trunks replied sarcastically. Goten chuckled and put his English homework in it's folder.

"You got any homework?"

"Nah, I finished all of it in study hall." the purple haired prince replied. Goten rolled his eyes.

"Things are easier when you're a genius."

"Yes. Yes they are." Trunks said smuggly. Goten stuck his tongue out at him, before, stretching and relaxing against the tree, turning his head when he heard Trunks gasp.

"What?" he asked. The young prince was looking at his stomach wide eyed. Goten followed his gaze, and his face paled. His shirt had gone up, exposing some of the cuts and bruises he had gotten a few nights ago. Quickly, he put his arms down, shifting his gaze down. He felt a hand grab his, and he looked up into worried blue eyes.

"Goten, what happened to you?"

"N-nothing." the younger replied, not meeting his friends gaze. He heard Trunks growl, and he stiffened.

"You've been acting weird ever since the day Gohan died. I'm you're best friend and you won't even talk to me about anything anymore. It's me, you can tell me anything Goten." Trunks said, hurt evident in his voice and eyes. Goten sighed and shook his head.

"I can't tell you." the young saiyan said, his eyes closing. He heard Trunks growl again, and sensed the older saiyan stand up. He opened his eyes and looked up. "Where are you going?"

"Class." he growled, walking away. Goten jumped up and grabbed his arm.

"Trunks-"

"Come find me when you actually wanna talk to me." the saiyan prince said, ripping his arm out of his friends grip. He took off without looking back. Goten felt tears coming to his eyes, his fists clenching. He heard the bell ring, but didn't get up. He just sat there, thinking everything through.

He shifted, a few minutes later, about to get up when he felt something poke his hip. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade Gohan had gotten him. He looked at it for a few seconds, debating. He tossed it from palm to palm, just watching how the blade hit the sunlight. He stopped, and stared at it again, before shaking his head and putting it back in his pocket. He put his hands behind his head and looked up at the sky, thinking about everything. He heard the bell go off and grabbed his backpack, deciding it best if he didn't miss last period.

School seemed to go by slowly. Goten and Trunks had the same science class, which normally made Goten happy, but not today. Trunks didn't even look at him.

'Now I'm truly alone.' the dark haired boy thought, as he flew through the air towards his house. He landed in the backyard, and very quietly, opened the door and crept into the kitchen. He saw his mother in the living room, a beer bottle in her hand and he held his breath, letting it out when he reached the top of the stairs. He walked into his bedroom and sat at his desk, taking out what little homework he did have. He started his math homework, sighing when he reached the third problem.

'I fucking hate math.' he thought to himself, putting the sheet away. "I'll work on it tomorrow." he plopped down on his bed, and closed his eyes, almost falling asleep. However, he opened his eyes when he felt his cheek start stinging. He put his hand on his cheek, and looking up, coming face to face, with his mother.

"Where the fuck were you?!" she yelled, punching him across the face. He rolled over on his bed, and fell onto the floor, getting kicked in the gut before he could get back up. "Answer me." she screeched, kicking him as hard as she could, breaking one of his ribs.

"I- I was…here." he gasped out, trying his best to get up, but not succeeding. He grabbed him by his hair and yanked him up, smacking him again.

"Don't lie to me!"

"N-not, l-lying." he stuttered, trying to catch his breath. Finally, he gave up struggling. He let her beat him until she got bored and went downstairs. He didn't move for quite a while, not until he was absolutely positive Chichi had gone to sleep. He sat up slowly, looking to see what was broken and what wasn't. Satisfied that nothing other than a few ribs were broken, he got up and made his way to the bathroom, getting the alcohol from the cupboard and applying it to his various wounds. Once he finished he went to leave, when he knocked one of the shaving holders off the counter. He bent down, and winced, then picked the stuff up. He put the razors back in the holder, but held on to the small blade in his hand.

The next morning the dark haired youth woke up to the sunlight in his eyes. He sat up and yawned, stretching his aching muscles. He stood up groggily and went over to hid window, moving the curtains so they blocked out the light. When he reached up he looked at the red line on his wrist. He looked at it and silently cursed his saiyan healing.

'Then again, I guess I pressed pretty hard considering there's still a mark.' he thought to himself. He sat back on his bed and pulled the covers over himself, happy it was Saturday. He closed his eyes, but found himself not being able to fall back asleep. He got up when he heard his mother moving around downstairs. He went over to his closet and put on a shirt and a pair of black cargo pants, ran a hand through his shaggy black hair, and went downstairs, ready to take any punishment she gave him.

He walked into the kitchen and was very surprised to see her cooking and singing. She looked somewhat happy for once. She turned when she saw him and smiled.

"Morning, sweetie." she said, going back to cooking. Puzzled, Goten mumbled a soft good morning and went to the fridge to get a drink. He pulled out some orange juice, poured it in a glass, and was about to go upstairs. "Aren't you going to eat breakfast with me?" Cautiously, he answered.

"Uh, sure." he said, taking a seat at the kitchen table, his mother sitting across from him. She looked at him and sighed.

"Goten, I'm sorry for the way I've been when I'm drunk. But, I'm getting help. I'm going to be going to meetings, and I'm going to try and get myself back together." Goten looked at her wide eyed, too surprised to speak. Who was this woman? What happened to his evil, abusing mother?

"T-that's g-great mom." he said, deciding he should say something so she didn't get mad. She smiled again and got up.

"It's going to be okay, Goten. I promise." she said sincerely, putting her hand on his shoulder and squeezing it before leaving the house. Goten had tried his best not to flinch when she touched him, which was extremely hard. He couldn't help but think to himself, does she mean it? Or is she lying again?

Chichi had promised once before that she was going to get help, and about a week later she was right back to beating him. He shuddered at those memories, she had been more abusive that day than normal. He guessed it was the alcohol making it's way back through her system. He wanted to believe she would go through with it, but he knew she wouldn't. Sighing, he stood up, washed his glass, and went outside, floating up in the air and flying, not caring where he went. He was too caught up in his thoughts to notice he landed in the park by the Sakura trees.

He remembered himself and Trunks used to go there after sparring just to relax and talk. He smiled, remembering the memories of when he was younger, when things were good. He sat down on the grass and leaned against one of the trees, letting the memories flow through his mind.

He thought about the word tournament, and how he got to meet his father for the first time, watching him fight had been amazing. Then he thought about when him and Trunks had jumped the guy there and stole his costume, pretending to be Mighty Mask so they could fight in the adult competition.

He grinned, recalling when him, Trunks and Piccolo were to fight Majin Buu, and Trunks came up with the idea to nicely ask him to stop destroying the planet.

'The look on Piccolo's face was priceless.' he thought to himself, looking out over the water. His memories then went to his big brother, and he frowned, his eyes sad. 'Why did I go with Trunks? Why? I could have helped you.' he thought, failing at holding back his tears. A few slipped from his eyes and down his cheeks, dropping onto his lap.

"It's not fair." he growled. "Why did you have to die?" he started trembling, the tears coming harder. He took a couple of deep breaths, and forced himself to stop crying. 'That's it. I'm done being a weakling, I'm done crying.' he thought to himself, his dark brown eyes going from sad to cold. He stood up and took off into the air, heading for his house.

When he arrived he saw boxes all over the place, and the walls, cabinets, and shelves were bare. He looked in some of the boxes and found the items resting in them. He walked into the living room, and saw his mother packing up some of the pictures that once hung on the walls. She turned to him and smiled.

"We're moving, go get packed."

"What do you mean, moving?" Goten asked, dumbfounded. Chichi stopped packing and walked up to him.

"Sweetie, I told you I'm going to stop drinking, so I figured we would move away from the past. Leave it behind us, you know? Now, go get packed, we're leaving tonight." Without a word, Goten went upstairs to his bedroom, and found about six large boxes on the floor. Sighing, he went to work packing up his belongings, well, most of them. Some of which could not fit in the boxes, or he didn't want to get ruined. He kept the knife Gohan got him in his pocket, and in his other pocket, he put the picture of himself, Gohan, and his father. He looked at the picture for a few moments before he heard Chichi call him from downstairs. He capsuled the boxes, put them in his backpack, and headed down the stairs, finding his mother waiting by the door with her keys.

"Ready?" she asked, happily. Goten nodded, putting a fake smile on his face. They walked out the door, got in the car, and took off, going to live in their new home, god knows where.

The next morning, Goten woke up to the sound of a horn. He opened his brown eyes, and looked to his side, where his mother was driving. She looked like she'd been driving all night, yet still had a slight smile on her face. The dark haired teen sat up, catching her attention.

"Good morning." she said, her eyes going from him, back to the road they were driving on.

"Morning." he mumbled, looking forward. He looked to his sides, trying to find a sign to tell him where they were. As if reading his mind, Chichi spoke.

"We're in Pepper City." she said. Goten nodded, slightly happy that he was only two hours away from where their old house was. He leaned back against the seat, and relaxed slightly, watching as his mother made a right turn, then a left, pulling up to what looked like a condo complex. Raising an eyebrow, the young demi-saiyan turned to his mother, who was taking the keys out of the ignition.

"This is where we're living?" he asked, unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car.

"Yes." Chichi answered, grabbing her purse from the backseat, while he grabbed his backpack. He watched as she took out a set of keys, and opened one of the many doors attached to the building. They stepped inside, and Goten looked around in disgust. The walls were a dirty yellow, the floor was covered in dirt, and there were bugs flying around.

"Where is my room?" he asked softly, still unsure on how fast his mothers mood would change. She surprised him once again by pointing down the hallway and smiling.

"Yours is on the right, mine is the left. I'm going to lie down for a bit, please don't wake me." she said, heading down the hallway towards her bedroom. Goten went down the hallways five minutes after Chichi had gone in her room, making sure she was somewhat asleep. He quietly closed the door to his room and took his capsules out of his backpack, tossing them here and there. He tossed the one that held is bed towards the corner of the room, so one side of his bed was pushed against the wall. He unpacked the boxes that held his clothes, and put them in the very small closet, and put the rest away in the dresser he had set up on the wall opposite his bed. The young saiyan plopped down on his bed after he unpacked everything, and turned to his side, looking at the picture of him, his brother and father, that was sitting on his bedside table.

"I really miss you both." he said before drifting off to sleep.

It's been three weeks since they moved, and Goten was feeling pretty good. Chichi was getting help, and he hadn't gotten any beatings. At this moment he was in his science class at his new school, waiting for the bell to ring, along with the other twenty two kids in his class. Finally, the bell rang, and everyone practically jumped out of their seats, happy to be out of school for the weekend. He went to his locker and put some of the books he didn't need for weekend homework away, and preceded to head for home.

He got to his front door, and found it locked.

'Hm, normally mom's home by now.' he thought, taking his spare key out of his pocket and unlocking the door. "Mom?" he called out, but no one answered. Shrugging, he went into his bedroom to start on his weekend homework, so he wouldn't have to worry about it over the weekend. He took out his geography homework, and just started working on it when he heard his mother yell to him. He tensed, he knew the tone of voice she was using very well. Gulping, he walked out of his room, and into the living room, and was met by a fist to the nose. He stumbled back and fell on his butt, looking up at the intoxicated eyes of his mother. She kicked him in the gut, and grabbed him by his arm, yanking him up. He heard a popping noise, and a shooting pain in his shoulder. He cried out when she threw him against the wall and started punching him in the gut.

"S-stop." he managed to gasp out, squeezing his eyes shut as she continued to beat him. When she was done she went into the kitchen, opened a beer can and went into her room. Goten managed to painfully pull himself up, and stumble into the bathroom. He took out the first aid kit, and wrapped his bandages, then gritted his teeth and popped his shoulder back into place. He bit his tongue so he wouldn't cry out.

Once he wrapped his wounds and fixed his shoulder somewhat, he stumbled back to his room and fell on top of his bed, curling up into a small ball on the blanket. He closed his eyes, and forced his tears away, his fists clenching angrily.

"She lied. She fucking lied, again. And I was stupid enough to believe her." he snarled, his eyes flashing teal, and a flicker of gold outlining his hair, before it returned back to black. He closed his eyes and willed sleep upon himself, no longer trusting anyone.

Well, now you see what my younger teen hood was like. We moved a lot after that night. I lost track of the cities. Mom blew all her money on booze, so we couldn't afford the rent. The beatings got worse it seemed, which most people thought was impossible. I learned to hide everything I felt. My face became blank, and I spoke to no one. I trusted no one.

I know it's short, and it took me a long time to put it out, but hey, it's a chapter, isn't it? I hope you liked it, and I will add another when I get the chance.