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Author's Note: Gomen Nasai about the delay in chapters.life has been pretty hectic and I haven't had much time to actually take the opportunity to sit down and write chapter three, but as promised, here it is. It does, now, take place in the Dragon Ball GT timeline and please excuse the estimate on ages.if there was anyway to be totally accurate, I wouldn't be guessing, would I? Hopefully, this won't make things as complicated as they are/were for any of you readers. These will be shorter, from here on out, and please, be very, very patient with me. I can get to what needs to be done, and trust me, Trunks and Goten will end up happier than they were ever before they met Bebi.hmm, what's going to happen this time? And, what's the real reason Goten missed the spaceship with Gokou and Trunks? Heh-
Well, enough babbling.go on and read, keeping in mind that this is probably going to end up being slightly A/U, and review!
Chapter Three
~Eleven Years Later~
~*Goten's Point of View*~
I had never really lost the interest to fight, not with battle being in my blood because I was half Saiyajin, but the motivation just wasn't there anymore. After spending quite some time of my younger years coping with the knowledge that I had saved Chikyuu twice and had killed my best friend in the process, all before I was twenty, it had finally struck home, and I gave up what I loved for the sake of my sanity.
I know I'm not the brightest person in the world, not when my older brother outshines me as a graduated scholar and my father is a person not exactly known for his intelligence, but I do fine figuring things out, even if it does take me awhile to actually get the point across to my brain. But that was the key to my management of things; it took me so long to recollect all of the memories from my early childhood and teenage years that when they finally caught up with me, I was far too horrified to do anything about it aside from stopping something that was almost as normal to me as breathing.
I suppose that was when everyone began to worry about me, especially my mother- and him.
Him- good Kami-sama, if he wasn't my best friend and I didn't love him as much as I did, I would think I was going insane. Just imagine it- a twenty- seven year old man, fairly average in height, perhaps a little taller, with wild black hair that spiked towards the sky with extreme stubbornness and eyes even darker than that, running down the street, maybe naked, perhaps only in boxers, screaming at the top of his overtaxed lungs all because he thought he was going crazy and didn't care what people thought any more. Makes a nice picture, doesn't it? Yeah, I thought so, too, but that was before I actually realized that I might have had a problem.
"Goten, sweetheart, don't mope like that. It's bad for your health," Chichi commanded, walking into my room with a sudden desire to her whim. It was pathetic, really. Here I was, more than capable of taking care of myself, and I still lived with my mother. Oh, well, that saying 'home is where the heart is' really fit my situation perfectly.
I managed to sit up somewhat from the slouch I had thrown myself into across the desk, and lazily cupped my chin in my hand, staring out the window. I could hear her dusting an obviously dirty shelf off, but that wasn't helping my predicament any; actually, it was making me more depressed than I cared to be. Couldn't she just leave me alone?
"Onegai, Goten, please listen to me for once. You've been acting like this ever since Trunks-san left." I inhaled deeply and sighed as I turned to look at my mother. Would she never stop reminding me of that stupid incident nearly nine months past? That was my main cause of despair, and it was all because of a stupid phone call and Vegeta's desire to make us into "proper Saiyajin warriors."
~Flashback~
I nearly wanted to die when Trunks's father literally forced both of us to go on a search for the Black Star Dragon Balls-where they all were, who really wanted to know?- just so Chikyuu wouldn't be destroyed a year from now. Trunks almost seemed glad to be getting out of his duties as being president of Capsule Corporation, but I, on the other hand, didn't want to leave. It wasn't because I knew that I wouldn't enjoy it, in fact, being in the middle of space somewhere, most likely lost, with both Trunks and my father, who had somehow managed to get himself into quite a mystifying dilemma by being turned into a child with the very things we were looking for, sounded like the most exciting thing to happen since Majin Buu had been released, but I was afraid that being up there, alone, would single all of us out. I seemed to have quite an aura for attracting little aliens that wanted to destroy Chikyuu and my best friend in the process. It was for Trunks's sake, and maybe my own, that I didn't want to go.
Almost as if a sign from Dende himself, my cell phone rang, and although I dreaded answering it, automatically knowing who was on the other end, I hit the power button and decided to anyway.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Hey, Goten-kun, whatcha doing?" I almost keeled over when I heard the voice on the other end. It was my girlfriend, or well, to put it more precisely, one of my girlfriends. I moved around a lot, never wanting to stay in one place with the same person for too long. If this was the message Kami and Dende were sending me, then by all means, I wasn't going to pass up the chance of saving my friend- and myself.
"Hiya, babe, nothing really. What are you doin'?" I heard a girlish giggle and rolled my eyes, even as I slowly began to fly towards Capsule Corporation. Please, just let her talk about what she normally does, I begged the gods, and perhaps, they were smiling down on me today, because that was exactly what she did.
"Well, I went shopping today. Do you know how much these shoes that I'm wearing cost me? It was like-" And on she went, not caring if I was listening or not. I was actually glad, for a change that she wasn't paying attention to the fact that I had no interest in the conversation and was just using her as an excuse to not go into space with Trunks and my father. Minutes passed, maybe an hour, and then I heard an extremely deafening sound that was similar to the roar of an engine, and I smiled like a lunatic. Shortly after, a streak of light left the ground, heading for the higher atmosphere, and I suddenly felt my heart sinking even though my head was congratulating me on another well-won victory.
"Say, babe, you busy any chance this weekend? It seems like I won't have to go anywhere for a while-"
~End Flashback~
Now, I really wished I had went with them. I didn't realize that I would have missed my best friend as much as I did now if I hadn't gone with him on a little adventure into space. He was, most likely, light years away, and it felt like part of my soul had went with him, leaving my other half empty and alone here on Chikyuu. What was the deal with that? I was so miserable that I couldn't even think about it.
"Don't mention that, 'Kaasan. I know how long he's been gone." With the sound I got from her, it was as though she would have preferred me going outside and banging my head against every hard object I could find, just so I wouldn't be in the house, sitting on my butt, and doing nothing but moping in my own self pity for abandoning my own friend in outer space, with my father, of all people.
"Goten, really, if that's all you're going to do, then perhaps you should have went with them. There was nothing holding you here, and you know that." She sounded almost sincere, but this was my mother I was talking about. She would seem like she cared, but all she really wanted was an excuse to badger the person until they either blew up in her face and went off stomping or just went off stomping to hurt something. That was how she always had been, but apparently only I knew that; Gohan was oblivious to everything, except for the fact that a certain daughter of his had stowed-away on a certain ship already carrying two Saiyajins prepared for months of living in the abyss of space.
"I know that, 'Kaasan. Will you just leave me alone?!" I hadn't meant to yell at her, honestly I hadn't, but the stress of the past eight months was finally getting to me. Perhaps I shouldn't have given up fighting after all; it had always been a way for me to express the emotions bubbling up inside of me, and now that I didn't have that, I was taking it out on my poor-unexpecting mother, who looked about ready to cry or something almost as dramatic.
"Well, if you say you don't need my help, Goten, then I won't offer it, but you should really-"
"'Kaasan, please!" The growl leapt out of my throat involuntarily and she squeaked, turning rather pale as she turned around, leaving the things she was cleaning alone, and left the room. Cursing my stupidity, knowing that she really didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of my problems, I contemplated on whether or not I should pay a visit to the Saiyajin no Ouji, knowing that he would more than be glad to pound me into oblivion for a while.
Half an hour later, I leapt out my window, prepared to take up the thing that I had long since left behind with my earlier troubles, a grim frown on my face.
A/N: Well, I could get used to doing that to people- stopping in an inappropriate place where it leaves you wondering? What will happen to poor Goten-kun? Will he really let Vegeta beat the hell out of him because he's a-missin' our favorite lavender haired bishounen? Or will he end up in another, less enthusiastic predicament? Hehe- I'll post chapter four as soon as possible.
Author's Note: Gomen Nasai about the delay in chapters.life has been pretty hectic and I haven't had much time to actually take the opportunity to sit down and write chapter three, but as promised, here it is. It does, now, take place in the Dragon Ball GT timeline and please excuse the estimate on ages.if there was anyway to be totally accurate, I wouldn't be guessing, would I? Hopefully, this won't make things as complicated as they are/were for any of you readers. These will be shorter, from here on out, and please, be very, very patient with me. I can get to what needs to be done, and trust me, Trunks and Goten will end up happier than they were ever before they met Bebi.hmm, what's going to happen this time? And, what's the real reason Goten missed the spaceship with Gokou and Trunks? Heh-
Well, enough babbling.go on and read, keeping in mind that this is probably going to end up being slightly A/U, and review!
Chapter Three
~Eleven Years Later~
~*Goten's Point of View*~
I had never really lost the interest to fight, not with battle being in my blood because I was half Saiyajin, but the motivation just wasn't there anymore. After spending quite some time of my younger years coping with the knowledge that I had saved Chikyuu twice and had killed my best friend in the process, all before I was twenty, it had finally struck home, and I gave up what I loved for the sake of my sanity.
I know I'm not the brightest person in the world, not when my older brother outshines me as a graduated scholar and my father is a person not exactly known for his intelligence, but I do fine figuring things out, even if it does take me awhile to actually get the point across to my brain. But that was the key to my management of things; it took me so long to recollect all of the memories from my early childhood and teenage years that when they finally caught up with me, I was far too horrified to do anything about it aside from stopping something that was almost as normal to me as breathing.
I suppose that was when everyone began to worry about me, especially my mother- and him.
Him- good Kami-sama, if he wasn't my best friend and I didn't love him as much as I did, I would think I was going insane. Just imagine it- a twenty- seven year old man, fairly average in height, perhaps a little taller, with wild black hair that spiked towards the sky with extreme stubbornness and eyes even darker than that, running down the street, maybe naked, perhaps only in boxers, screaming at the top of his overtaxed lungs all because he thought he was going crazy and didn't care what people thought any more. Makes a nice picture, doesn't it? Yeah, I thought so, too, but that was before I actually realized that I might have had a problem.
"Goten, sweetheart, don't mope like that. It's bad for your health," Chichi commanded, walking into my room with a sudden desire to her whim. It was pathetic, really. Here I was, more than capable of taking care of myself, and I still lived with my mother. Oh, well, that saying 'home is where the heart is' really fit my situation perfectly.
I managed to sit up somewhat from the slouch I had thrown myself into across the desk, and lazily cupped my chin in my hand, staring out the window. I could hear her dusting an obviously dirty shelf off, but that wasn't helping my predicament any; actually, it was making me more depressed than I cared to be. Couldn't she just leave me alone?
"Onegai, Goten, please listen to me for once. You've been acting like this ever since Trunks-san left." I inhaled deeply and sighed as I turned to look at my mother. Would she never stop reminding me of that stupid incident nearly nine months past? That was my main cause of despair, and it was all because of a stupid phone call and Vegeta's desire to make us into "proper Saiyajin warriors."
~Flashback~
I nearly wanted to die when Trunks's father literally forced both of us to go on a search for the Black Star Dragon Balls-where they all were, who really wanted to know?- just so Chikyuu wouldn't be destroyed a year from now. Trunks almost seemed glad to be getting out of his duties as being president of Capsule Corporation, but I, on the other hand, didn't want to leave. It wasn't because I knew that I wouldn't enjoy it, in fact, being in the middle of space somewhere, most likely lost, with both Trunks and my father, who had somehow managed to get himself into quite a mystifying dilemma by being turned into a child with the very things we were looking for, sounded like the most exciting thing to happen since Majin Buu had been released, but I was afraid that being up there, alone, would single all of us out. I seemed to have quite an aura for attracting little aliens that wanted to destroy Chikyuu and my best friend in the process. It was for Trunks's sake, and maybe my own, that I didn't want to go.
Almost as if a sign from Dende himself, my cell phone rang, and although I dreaded answering it, automatically knowing who was on the other end, I hit the power button and decided to anyway.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Hey, Goten-kun, whatcha doing?" I almost keeled over when I heard the voice on the other end. It was my girlfriend, or well, to put it more precisely, one of my girlfriends. I moved around a lot, never wanting to stay in one place with the same person for too long. If this was the message Kami and Dende were sending me, then by all means, I wasn't going to pass up the chance of saving my friend- and myself.
"Hiya, babe, nothing really. What are you doin'?" I heard a girlish giggle and rolled my eyes, even as I slowly began to fly towards Capsule Corporation. Please, just let her talk about what she normally does, I begged the gods, and perhaps, they were smiling down on me today, because that was exactly what she did.
"Well, I went shopping today. Do you know how much these shoes that I'm wearing cost me? It was like-" And on she went, not caring if I was listening or not. I was actually glad, for a change that she wasn't paying attention to the fact that I had no interest in the conversation and was just using her as an excuse to not go into space with Trunks and my father. Minutes passed, maybe an hour, and then I heard an extremely deafening sound that was similar to the roar of an engine, and I smiled like a lunatic. Shortly after, a streak of light left the ground, heading for the higher atmosphere, and I suddenly felt my heart sinking even though my head was congratulating me on another well-won victory.
"Say, babe, you busy any chance this weekend? It seems like I won't have to go anywhere for a while-"
~End Flashback~
Now, I really wished I had went with them. I didn't realize that I would have missed my best friend as much as I did now if I hadn't gone with him on a little adventure into space. He was, most likely, light years away, and it felt like part of my soul had went with him, leaving my other half empty and alone here on Chikyuu. What was the deal with that? I was so miserable that I couldn't even think about it.
"Don't mention that, 'Kaasan. I know how long he's been gone." With the sound I got from her, it was as though she would have preferred me going outside and banging my head against every hard object I could find, just so I wouldn't be in the house, sitting on my butt, and doing nothing but moping in my own self pity for abandoning my own friend in outer space, with my father, of all people.
"Goten, really, if that's all you're going to do, then perhaps you should have went with them. There was nothing holding you here, and you know that." She sounded almost sincere, but this was my mother I was talking about. She would seem like she cared, but all she really wanted was an excuse to badger the person until they either blew up in her face and went off stomping or just went off stomping to hurt something. That was how she always had been, but apparently only I knew that; Gohan was oblivious to everything, except for the fact that a certain daughter of his had stowed-away on a certain ship already carrying two Saiyajins prepared for months of living in the abyss of space.
"I know that, 'Kaasan. Will you just leave me alone?!" I hadn't meant to yell at her, honestly I hadn't, but the stress of the past eight months was finally getting to me. Perhaps I shouldn't have given up fighting after all; it had always been a way for me to express the emotions bubbling up inside of me, and now that I didn't have that, I was taking it out on my poor-unexpecting mother, who looked about ready to cry or something almost as dramatic.
"Well, if you say you don't need my help, Goten, then I won't offer it, but you should really-"
"'Kaasan, please!" The growl leapt out of my throat involuntarily and she squeaked, turning rather pale as she turned around, leaving the things she was cleaning alone, and left the room. Cursing my stupidity, knowing that she really didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of my problems, I contemplated on whether or not I should pay a visit to the Saiyajin no Ouji, knowing that he would more than be glad to pound me into oblivion for a while.
Half an hour later, I leapt out my window, prepared to take up the thing that I had long since left behind with my earlier troubles, a grim frown on my face.
A/N: Well, I could get used to doing that to people- stopping in an inappropriate place where it leaves you wondering? What will happen to poor Goten-kun? Will he really let Vegeta beat the hell out of him because he's a-missin' our favorite lavender haired bishounen? Or will he end up in another, less enthusiastic predicament? Hehe- I'll post chapter four as soon as possible.
