The ship landed and Goten could feel his best friend's hesitation to leave as well as Vegeta glaring daggers into his back. He wondered what Trunks was so afraid of? He thought more on it. 'It can't be easy being president of a company and being the media's punching bag. He just wants to be left alone.' He looked at his best friend again, and Trunks noticed this.

"What's up Goten?" he asked.

"Well, it's just I wish you could be happy."

Vegeta was perplexed by this but continued to listen to the conversation between the boys.

"You think I'm not happy? I have everything I could ever want on earth, two parents who love each other and their kids, my sister Bulla, my friends, my best friend, and a good paying job."

"Something's missing to make it all worth while."

"Well since you're the expert on my life then tell me Goten, what am I missing?"

"I think you all ready now. You've known it all along my friend."

The doors of the ship opens and Trunks looks to Goten. His heart is racing, and he could feel the sweat running all over his body. "Wait!" he said before Goten started to walk onto the grass.

"What is it Trunks?" He turns to his best friend.

He looks to his father and then back to his friend. "What I have to say now does not leave this ship, you understand?"

"Sure, I promise buddy." He smiled.

This was hard for him. He'd never said those three words in a relationship before. He was hoping for his father's support. His father's face was accepting if this was what his heart truly desired. "You're right Goten, I'm not completely happy. The darkest days of my life I contemplated why I was even put on this planet." He smiled. "Then you came into this world and any doubt I had was erased. We've been through so much together, and we continue to go through life together even if it's just as best friends."

"Trunks, what are you trying to say?" asked Goten.

"I'm in love with you, Goten."

Before Goten could say anything, Trunks walked passed him and out onto the lawn to see his very unhappy mother with Bulla and Chichi with Gohan, Videl, and Pan.

"You two have a lot of explaining to do," said Chichi. "Goten, we're going home." Trunks watched Goten leave with his family and now Trunks knew he would have to face his.

The room was filled with silence as Bulma paced back and forth. Trunks had been waiting for what seemed like forever for his mother to say something. He felt a weight next to him on the couch and a hand takes his. He saw his mother's worried eyes and felt guilty about not telling her he had left his life on earth to get a way.

"I'm not mad Trunks, I just want to know why you took the ship for a month."

"I needed to get away from Capsule."

"You could have told me that."

"I know mother, it was just spur of the moment."

"How did you rope your best friend into all this?"

"It didn't take much convincing. I picked him up in the field near his house."

She smiled at her son. "Are you ok, sweetie?" His father knew he wasn't.

Goten drowned out his mother's rant and thought about what Trunks had said to him before they left the ship. 'I'm in love with you Goten.' His friend's confession had taken him by surprise. 'I wonder if he's always felt that way? Do I feel that way towards him?' He didn't know. His ex-girlfriend had never said she loved him and when Trunks said it, he felt it radiate off him, flooding his senses. 'I've never reacted that way towards him. Why now?'

"Goten! Goten! Are you listening to me?" asked his mother Chichi.

He came back from his thinking to see his very pissed off mother looking directly at him. "Sorry mom, I kind of zoned out." He chuckled nervously.

"I'm so disappointed in you son. You ditched school and work to go flying around in space. That sounds just like your father." Her faced saddened briefly and then went back to anger. "You'll catch up on all your assignments and get a new job. Your boss called and fired you."

"Yes mother." He walked to his room, shut the door, and lied on his bed. A feeling of sleepiness came over him and he drifted off. During the middle of the night he awoke from a nightmare that he couldn't shake. He tried to go back to sleep, but it was futile. He needed to clear his head, but he knew that if he left and his mom found out, then more yelling would ensue.

He walked out of his room into the darkness of the house. He decided to sit on the couch and watch the darkness. 'What was I thinking taking that trip with Trunks? I'm so stupid for not thinking about the consequences, but I had a good time until—He sighed and felt his cheeks warm up. 'I wish dad was here. I miss him.'

He looked to the floor as tears ran down his face. 'Will I ever see you again?' Suddenly he heard a sound coming from the front door and as he got closer his heart was beating fast. He was prepared if he needed to take anyone down. He opened the door and threw a punch and heard, "OW! Goten, what'd you do that for?"

Goten realized he knew this voice, and he smiled. "Dad!" He hung onto his father for dear life. "Y-you're here, I can't believe it." He held on tighter. "I missed you, I missed you so much dad."

Goku felt his younger son's tears on his clothes and held him close. "I missed you to son."

"What is with all the—?" asked Chichi until she spotted her husband hugging their son. She rushed towards them and before Goku could get a word in, she hugged him. "Goku! I missed you."

"I missed you to, Chichi." He held her close along with their son. "I love you."

They let go of each other before Gohan came along with his wife and daughter to see what the commotion was about at his mother's home. Their jaws dropped but eventually turned into smiles. Goten watched as he took Pan and put her on his shoulders and hugged his first-born son and daughter-in-law. Goten smiled but something was lingering at the back of his mind that he just had to ask. "Hey dad, how'd you get back here so quickly?"

"Trunks."

"WHAT!" said Goten.

"Yeah, and I don't know how but I'm grateful to him." He smiled at his family. "I just wonder why he did it."

Goten could feel his cheeks warm up again as he sat down. He knew why.