This is a quick note to say that I've fixed this first "chapter" by deleting a repeated paragraph (Hey, it's my first time trying to fiddle around with settings to keep this in html format, I accidentally copied it earlier) as well as adding the beginning note for it which will be included with every chapter quite possibly as I can't stand the settings and how this place is updated J. But anyways, on with the show and my many thanks for taking the time to read it, I appreciate your thoughts and comments!

~gok~

"Hey loser, where have you been the past zillion years?" came the voice, barely audible and greatly familiar over the buzzing of the crowds of people pressing into and out of one another in the midst of downtown Satan City traffic.

Goten turned around, not sure who had said the voice, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, his black leather jacket parted to reveal an old orange gi given to him from his father some years ago as someone walked by and brushed it. The 19 year old blinked and knotted his brow in confusion as he stopped in the flow of the moving populace, looking around.

Having inherited his father's height and proportional build, Goten was a rather powerful presence in the crowd of business suits and casual clothing; while most people seemed either overly straight up and tall from some pride or arrogance or slumped with the weight of a worked and stressful day, he walked with an air of naïve dignity that was unique to the Son family name; almost stupid as far as one could tell from his face though emotionally in tune with all about him. However, that had nothing to do with him at that moment as his face suddenly lit up as he caught light of the person he had heard, a grin breaking over it and the other's.

"Trunks! Is that really you?" he laughed, nearly leaping forward and slinging his duffel over his back.

Grinning from across the street stood the handsome yet boyish looking 20 year old he could barely recognize, his purplish-blue hair chopped off into a short and sharp business crew cut, a matching business suit and briefcase at his side, though the top button was undone and the tie worn like a punk rocker's. His face was pressed into a friendly smile as he watched Goten lift up over the crowd and into the lesser populated air traffic, zipping quickly above the automobiles still used on the ground and slamming into Trunks with a rather unexpected oomph.

"Whoa man, you don't have to get all emotional for one thing." Trunks interjected as Goten opened his mouth in a wide and goofy grin, pulling the slightly smaller-framed man into his arms and nearly crushing him. Trunks' eyes bugged out though with good humor as he returned the hug with a little less enthusiasm, though it was evident they hadn't seen each other for 2 years.

The crowd seemed to vanish as Goten let go and looked his old best friend up and down; obviously the high stature of both his mother and father had gotten the best of him, as snazzy and intellectual as Trunks looked, though also regretful of it in his eyes. Goten was nearly the exact opposite; his old fighting gi and well-worn traveling duffel hung on his well-defined body, and after his friend rubbed his chest sympathetically from the rather abrupt and crushing hug, he returned it with a little less enthusiasm, though it was evident they hadn't seen each other for 2 years.

"What's wrong, out of shape?" Goten teased, punching Trunks on the shoulder, who quipped back, "Hey muscle-head, I'm the one who stayed back to take up an advanced business major while you went out abroad for a 2 year quest to find yourself. Are you still looking or should I send you to yourself when you find yourself?"

 Goten blinked and then shook his head, letting the comment slide by; he didn't have the patience to try to figure out whatever that meant, though he caught the gist of its basic essence.

"Well at least if some all-mighty super-villain were to come parading by I could save the planet." He raised his eyebrows, stepping back and folding his arms in anticipation.

Trunks laughed and shook his head. "I could raise the morality of the planet using seven easy steps of business etiquette and then provide for you to have an increased Spirit Bomb for the final battle so nyah. That and you know my father, so don't think I'm that out of shape."

Trunks mock-flexed and nearly burst his suit as his slim body doubled out and then returned, making Goten chuckle, the two stopping to gaze at one another, each holding his own reminiscences. After what seemed forever, Trunks broke the silence by offering a tilt of his head and a slight chuckle, gleaming his white golden smile and grabbing Goten by the shoulder. Spinning the other around, he lifted into the air and motioned with a nod towards a tall gleaming dome near the center of the city, an unmistakable site of historic and great value; the classic CC Complex.

"Come on, my mom will be dying to hear from you, and I'm sure Chichi will want to hear from you too after leaving for a two year training personal quest. Not to mention your niece is dying to see you." Trunks grinned, making Goten's big grin get bigger, a chuckle flying into the wind aside the two as they flew slowly, enjoying the breeze and memories coming back to them.

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Capsule Corporation was just as Goten had remembered; off-white, clean and full of junk, yet ever evolving. The pair of old best friends landed on the big front garden where Trunks' grandmother tended the flowers, looking as stupid and squinty eyed as ever (Did she ever open those eyes, he wondered absently) as she spoke to the plants. The front was presently being fixed by a younger gentleman attaching a new holographic projector, the inside redecorated for a main lobby hallway.

"Wow, the old place looks nice, bigger even." Goten commented, placing a hand on the back of his head and laughing at some inner laugh. Trunks rolled his eyes and stepped beside and then quickened his pace in front of him, headed to the front desk.

"Yeah well stocks are up, Capsule Corporation is still the planet's main provider of everything technological, what can I say?" he winked, turning to lean on the desk and flash a famously adorable smile at the secretary sitting there, a young blond lady with a large bust and piercing blue eyes who rolled her eyes at his good looks as if it were an everyday occurrence.

"What can I get for you now?" she asked as he slipped the black case on the countertop, still grinning as he cast a smug yet childishly goofy look at Goten, who stood quite busy with gazing at the nearest computer screen's screen saver, a girl leaping to and fro in a skimpy outfit shooting ki blasts and performing stunts.

"Can you tell my mom or dad that I'm back from Mr. Satan's house with the latest advertisement for the next World Martial Art's Tournament." He stated in his best sexy voice, though obviously overdoing it, making the receptionist chuckle.

"Your father's training and your mom's over at Gohan's house picking up Bra." She stated, as Trunks smiled, thinking of a way to try to win her over for nothing more than the hell of it; it was mainly their standing joke. "And no I don't want to go to your room or hang out with you, you wouldn't enjoy it quite as much I'm afraid." She stuck her tongue back out, leaning on the counter and putting her nose nearly by his, obviously enjoying it. Goten remained entranced with a puzzled look on his face as he watched the fighting overly busted woman screen-saver.

"Well… what do you propose I do Tracy?" he asked sarcastically.

            "Why don't you leave it with me seeing as I am your family's personal assistant?" she replied equally as tight, pressing her lips not to laugh.

            "Her fighting is flawless, who designed this screen saver?" Goten suddenly broke in, ruining whatever was going on between the two friends, making Tracy tap her pen on Trunks' nose and lean back in her chair to get back to her computer.

            "My dad did, isn't it obvious with the big-boob chick?" Trunks replied absent-mindedly as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and grabbing it to pull him away from the easily amusing screen with more grip than really needed, though he wore a funny face and let go of his friend uneasily. "Why don't we go visit him actually, when was the last time we sparred?"

            Goten went slightly wide-eyed and kept up his grin. "Wow… I don't know when I last gave you an ass-kicking."

            "Ha! I'm the one who always beat you."
            "Yah right mister business suit." Goten laughed at his older saiyan halfling as they moved down the hallway towards the training room.

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            Tracy looked at her computer screen quietly as she filed more documents and inserted the disk Trunks had given her. On her screen popped up a big picture of a gorgeous nude man grinning at her with "Hey sexy chicklette!" scribbled over his chest. She laughed and deleted the picture, opening Mr. Satan's latest advertisement for the tournament approaching in a few months and scanning it.

            The front door slid open with a barely audible hiss she knew all too well, causing her too look up as Billy the new maintenance man came in, short, blond and green eyed and wearing a faded blue maintenance outfit over a tough wiry little body. She had had her eye on him since he came, as friendly and nice, as he was, though a little quiet.

            "Hey Tracy, I'm done with the new front sign so I thought I'd head out, okay?" he stated, looking at her with a faint smile as his eyes followed the pair of men walking down the hall nearby. "Who's the new guy?" he gestured towards them with a slight nod of his head, a powerful yet faint aura rolling off of Goten's presence.

            "I'm not sure, Trunks didn't even bother introducing us, but I think that's Goten though from some of the family pictures I've seen."

             "Goten?" he asked, tilting his head and letting his eyebrow length locks spill into the lowered eye.

            "Yah, Goku's son. Surely you know of Goku."

            "Oh, Goten-helped-save-the-world-Goten…" Billy nodded in an acknowledging and queer voice, pursing his lips thoughtfully and turning around, slapping the counter as he began to leave. "Well I'm out, see you tomorrow, I'll be in bright and early for the gym as always."

            "Night Billy." Tracy smiled, watching his cute ass, making an appreciative noise in her throat. 'And thank god for working around so many gorgeous guys.' She thought to herself, smiling and chewing the end of her pen before returning to work.

            "Night Tracy." He stated, walking out the door and taking to the sky once he had cleared the garden. 'And good night to you Goten…' he smiled, blaring into the breeze above, his outfit twirling about him.

            "Nice day for some water, isn't it sweeties?" Mrs. Briefs hummed, emptying her watering can on the flowers below as he passed overheard.

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