A/N: Please note that the following is purely fictional, any similarity to any living person or event is coincidental.

Please note that while this fic has the primary characteristics of certain medical conditions. They are over exaggerated for story purposes and should not be used as a reference for a direct insight or explanation.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball nor do I generate any profit from this. This is for entertainment only.

Son Goten minus 1

Goten tried to open his eyes. The nauseating sensation in his gut made him wish he never woke up. He never got used to it, despite the many times he awoke in his cell after each and every 'test', courtesy of Dr. Freiza.

Goten forced himself up, opening his strained eyes as he did… tired, and sick. It would be another 6 more days before he would be subjected to another 'test'.

He walked heavily, dragging his feet and the rest of him as he leaned over the sink. He scooped up a handful of water, washing his face as he tried to drive the drowsiness away. He filled a glass with water, drinking it slowly to calm his already protesting stomach.

He looked into the mirror. Man… he looked terrible, all those dark circles and the messy hair… doesn't matter, no one would bother… no one's here anyway… he's alone.

Strangely alone…

"Trunks?" Goten called to his friend. "Hey are you alright… are you there?" Goten looked all around his cell, waiting for his friend's answer. His question was met with silence.

Goten started to panic.

"Trunks!?" He called out hysterically, knocking over everything in his way as he tried to search every corner of the room.

His commotions did not go unnoticed. The male assistant who heard him, immediately called for the doctor.

Goten searched under the bed, the spot he would always hide under when he was first brought here… there he found his old notebook. One of the few things given to him; he was encouraged to write down anything he wanted.

A diary of sorts.

Goten got up to his feet as he brought the notebook to his eye level. His memories were a little blurry but he recalled drawing and writing his inner thoughts in this very book… and something compelled him to flip through.

Stick figures of his family, himself and trunks. Happy and sad one. Some he didn't remember drawing; Trunks' then… and a page that had a folded edge. Goten turned to that page, a page with Trunks' handwriting and yesterday's date, captured his attention. He had written a note for him…

…

I write this with the hope that you would never read it, but I must prepare for every possibility. I fear they might be onto me… I know they're up to something, nothing good. I'm not sure if you knew, but they've been trying to get to me; every time. They've been calling me out; that they wanted to talk… But I knew what they wanted.

That doctor told so to my face, that I wasn't necessary or needed; that I should leave you. He didn't disguise his words or his disgust at us being friends. I don't care what he say, what he would do to me; he would never make me change my mind.

I wanted to talk to you, tell you the things that happened but I must prepare both of us in case. So I placed this letter where I knew you would look, if fate is kind; you would never have to see it. But if you are reading this now then you should assume the worse. It's just not fair, to have come so far and not be able to see it through with you.

I never wanted to leave you, my dear friend. Know that I have no regrets being your friend and blame you for nothing; never doubt that and do not be afraid. There's a world out there waiting for you when you get out.

Please find that happiness without me.

Forever your friend

Trunks

…

Goten staggered, falling backwards as his legs lost their strength. He brought a trembling hand to his face, whimpering before lowering it to his mouth. A sob choked in his throat, an anguished cry escaped his lips.

He remained, sprawled on the floor; even when footsteps approached and the door was opened.

"Help him to the bed and clean up this mess"

Goten's breath hitched the moment he heard his voice. Frieza. He bared his teeth, as tears threatened to spill. "You killed him…" Goten turned towards them, looking at them in the face, the first, in all the time he was here; his eyes full of rage.

Without warning he lunged forward. He wasn't quick enough however, and was restrained before he could get his hands on the doctor.

"You killed him, you bastard!" he screamed, fighting to get loose from the assistants' hold. A sharp pain to his arm later and he was drained of all his strength. Goten collapsed unwillingly, unable to do anything but sleep.

Freiza walked towards the notebook, picking it up; reading the content inside. "I want a constant watch over him. Make sure he doesn't hurt himself" the two assistants nodded as Dr Freiza started scribbling notes in his file.

"Wake up, you fucking piece of shit!"

Goten's body jerked awake, taking a moment to re-orientate himself… he was in his room… and the notebook was gone… they had taken his friend, his memories and everything about Trunks from him. Goten was on the verge of tears again.

"Trunks… I'm so sorry… I wasn't there for you…"

"You could have prevented it, yet you cowered in a corner like a fucking baby. You left him to die"

"I didn't! I didn't know…" Goten shook his head, denying the accusations. He would have done everything in his power to stop them…

"Of course you didn't know. You hid in your safety zone and left my son to fight your battles for you. You're not only pathetic but spineless!"

"The stupid brat, he should have listened to me! Now Trunks is dead and you live!

"It should have been you"

Goten brought both hands up as he tried to drown out the accusations, covering his ears with his hands in a desperate attempt to make it stop. It was hard enough to have lost Trunks, but to be on the receiving end of his friend's father's rage as well...

He didn't want his best friend's father to hate him. His eye shifted as he saw a familiar scar from the corner of his eye… he brought his wrist down slowly… looking at the old scar he had for a few years now…

BFF GT

"I'm so sorry…" he gently rubbed the scar. "I would have done anything; to keep you with me…"

"The fact that it's you still standing here speaks louder than your pretty words, brat"

"This world is poorer for having you in it instead"

"… yeah… you're right..." Goten walked up to the mirror in front of the sink. Taking his toothbrush, he stabbed at it; applying a tremendous amount of force, shattering the mirror into multiple shards. He picked up one of the shards, bringing it closer; sinking the sharp edge into the soft tissue of his throat.

"Then take my blood… for Trunks… I'll return this blood to you…" Goten began making a slow cut, uncaring for the pain as his life essence ran like thin streams of river.

He was almost surprised when a pair of arms interrupted him, snatching the shard from his hand. Another assistant came in; together they restrained Goten while shouting for medical assistance. Goten resisted, screaming; trying his best to lash out as he was once again given another dose of sedative.

"I'm afraid Goten would not be receiving visitors today, Mrs Son"

"What do you mean? Did something happen to him?" Gohan asked before his mother could.

"I will be blunt, we are successful in 'containing' the personality 'Trunks'; this means, that personality should not be able to surface but I will not make a direct promise of that. Goten isn't taking the loss of 'Trunks' very well, and begun showing signs of Depression, he had also attempted a suicide recently. Do not worry, he is fine now and will be monitored very closely. Nevertheless it is a start and with proper medication and therapy, he would be able to lead a proper life."

"Then why can't we see him? I'm his mother, can't I can be there to comfort him. My poor boy must be so scared… he must think we've forgotten him by now…"

"I understand Mrs Son, but please try to be patient. I cannot guarantee he would not lash out at any of you as well. As of now, we are considered his enemies and until he can differentiate reality and fantasy. I do not suggest we take this risk" Dr Freiza explained.

"But…" Gohan put his hands on his mother's shoulders.

"Please sensei… I want to see my little boy… from the window if I have to… just one look" Chichi pleaded and eventually Freiza relented.

"Very well, Mrs Son. Please come this way with me and do not be alarmed"

He led both Chichi and Gohan to the wards, stopping at one of the doors; allowing them a view inside… Goten was strapped down, unconscious, his neck covered with adhesive tape which was covered with bandages.

His mother staggered; her shoulders held by Gohan standing behind her as she despaired at the sight. It broke her heart; to see her son go through all this pain. Gohan closed his eyes as he rubbed his mother's shoulders.

"It's for Goten's sake, Mrs Son. We all want him to get better. Please return home today, we will contact you the moment he is more stable and able to receive visitors"

To be continued ~

XXXTITANIA SCARLETXXX guessed it right. Goten's suffering from Depression, Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID, also known as Multiple Personality Disorder) and Paranoia Schizophrenia.

Hi Vee, well they're doing the best they can for him but ultimately Goten needs professional help. We'll be seeing most of the insights from Goten's POV so this is what he feels, hear, etc and a little from the others' prospective. So it's a little difficult to know which side is accurate, for now. But I feel bad for Goten too as well as for the caregivers.