Find Your Castle in the Sky
Chapter 2: The Father's Memories
Note: I was looking at the last chapter and a made a few boo-boos. I should explain the ages a little better. When Goten leaves he's 18 years old, Trunks is 19 years old. When Goten dies he's 21, Trunks is 22 and Gohan is 32. If you note anything, and I mean ANYTHING is off or wrong or messed up in any way shape or form tell me. I fix my errors and repost. Honestly, I do that or I tell you about them in this section and I always thank the reviewer/s who have the guts and the brains to tell me.
I just want to thank everyone who reviewed, which means just my little brother (he didn't leave anything on ff.net but he helped me hammer out this story and he Beta reads it, but he's only in fifth grade). . . Grrr! I'm going to be nice and post this chapter but to get the next chapter I need three reviews or more.
I usually dislike doing crap like this but I need to know if I should just sic Buu on this story or not. I thought this sort of idea was at least semi- original and people would like it like they liked my last major project.
I'm ranting, sorry but I'm just getting frustrated. My short stories are picking up like no reviews either. Let's start the story. . .
Now: Vegeta arrived on the cliff about a half hour after Trunks called him. Gohan had taken Goten's body to a hospital in a near by village and was getting worried. Trunks faced off with his father for the first time in a long time.
Vegeta was worried himself, he had never seen his son so tense and distressed. He had no clue what had happened but he was sure it was bad. Trunks cleared his throat and bit his lip for a moment, forget bad, this was going to be the worse news ever.
"Dad, Goten. . . he's. . . well, he killed himself. . . oh man." The vice president fell on his butt in shock, saying it made it so real. His eyes were wide in horror. "Goten. . . he's gone. . . just like that."
Vegeta watched his son, nervous and unsure of what to do. He crouched down in front of Trunks, the brat wasn't all there. Placing a heavy hand on Trunks' shoulder, he softened his face.
As much as he hated to say it, he had to press the issue, "Trunks, tell me exactly what happened."
Trunks looked up at Vegeta, for a moment he was eight years old again, trying to understand death. Vegeta had been the one who was there when Trunks saw his first bird die. Vegeta had tried to explain the idea of death to the horror-struck boy and with his clumsy words probably did more harm than good.
"Dad. He came back, he didn't die on that planet like King Kai said he would, Damnit. He came back to me, but I didn't wait. Gohan and I were. . . well, making love. . . and Goten just appeared. He was really back just like that. I tried to explain, apologize but Goten took off like a rocket.
"I couldn't feel his ki but he was as fast as an Ascended Super Sayajin while still normal. By the time Gohan and I caught up he had died. Gohan has taken him down to the hospital down there, they'll say it was natural or a virus or something. . . I felt him do it. I never want to feel anything like that again. It was like a black bag that you can't get out of and it suffocates you." Trunks was crying now, his tears were silent streams seeping down his face.
Vegeta was silent. What could he say? Even he had liked the kid. Confusion crossed his face, he knew that Goten had been insane like his father, but not suicidal. None of them were suicidal, so Goten couldn't of killed himself. It was impossible.
Trunks seemed to understand his father's thoughts as he spoke up once more, "Dad, you just had to take one look into his eyes to know he changed. Something happened in space. Gohan and I get the feeling he was lying to us in that last communication, nothing was fine. We should have picked up on it, we should have gone to him." At this Trunks could no longer face his father, so he took off for the hospital to see if he could help Gohan out.
Vegeta stood there unsure of what to do. Finally he decided, he had to go and tell the rest of the Sons and his family what had happened to the brat. It would not be pretty. Why him?
Two Years Ago: "Hey Mr. Vegeta. I guess you heard the news, huh?" Said Goten casually as he walked into the kitchen for a midnight snack. Vegeta was there sipping at some hot tea at the counter/bar area.
"Yes, I heard brat. Congratulations, you're getting off of this hellhole." Sneered Vegeta. Goten chuckled as he pulled out of the refrigerator a head of Romaine lettuce, large red tomatoes, a bottle of ranch salad dressing, dill sandwich sliced pickles, various lunch meats and the cheeses of the world. He then pulled out a bag of submarine rolls.
"Nah, You know I'm going to be back to beat you up." Said the Demi-Sayajin as he spilt three of the rolls in halves and flash toasted them. Before they cooled he threw on the chesses and meats and warmed them up as well. He pulled out a knife and started to chop up the tomatoes with the ease of a professional chef. Vegeta had put his tea down and was laying on the salad dressing, lettuce, and pickles. Goten threw on the tomatoes and pulled out of the dish washer two platters as Vegeta cut one sandwich in half. On each plate went a sandwich and a half and they split a large bowl of cheese curls.
Goten and Vegeta had been doing this little ritual for several years, lately since Goten had unofficially moved in they had shared a midnight meal every night for six months. As Goten finished off his first half he sighed, he was going to miss breaking bread with Vegeta.
"Brat." Vegeta said as he ate a cheese curl. Goten looked up paying attention, "You are going to find out that Sayajin are despised by most people in space as are the Humans. Most haven't heard of your father but chances are, even if they had they'll hate you still. Sayajins and Humans have always been destructive and prime slave material in the black market. If you need help don't be afraid to call for help from us. You're going unguided, I will not look down on you if you need to come home or need help in a fight."
"Thanks, but I should be fine. I mean really has anyone ever taken me seriously?" said the Demi- Sayajin with a grin. Vegeta frowned.
"I do. Anyone with half a brain will." Said the prince before taking another huge bite of sandwich. Goten nodded.
"I understand. I'll be careful, no major distruction and liberal use of diplomasy." Goten assured him. Vegeta nodded and ate another handful of cheese curls.
Now: Vegeta pulled out Bulma's old and very used address book and thumbed through it. He found the page he needed and dialed the number to the one house he thought he'd never call.
It's short I know but I'm having trouble not going off on tangents and stringing two words together. I must amend my previous statement, Ultimate Goten reviewed and I will fix that mistake and repost. Thank you for reading and leave me a review.
Chapter 2: The Father's Memories
Note: I was looking at the last chapter and a made a few boo-boos. I should explain the ages a little better. When Goten leaves he's 18 years old, Trunks is 19 years old. When Goten dies he's 21, Trunks is 22 and Gohan is 32. If you note anything, and I mean ANYTHING is off or wrong or messed up in any way shape or form tell me. I fix my errors and repost. Honestly, I do that or I tell you about them in this section and I always thank the reviewer/s who have the guts and the brains to tell me.
I just want to thank everyone who reviewed, which means just my little brother (he didn't leave anything on ff.net but he helped me hammer out this story and he Beta reads it, but he's only in fifth grade). . . Grrr! I'm going to be nice and post this chapter but to get the next chapter I need three reviews or more.
I usually dislike doing crap like this but I need to know if I should just sic Buu on this story or not. I thought this sort of idea was at least semi- original and people would like it like they liked my last major project.
I'm ranting, sorry but I'm just getting frustrated. My short stories are picking up like no reviews either. Let's start the story. . .
Now: Vegeta arrived on the cliff about a half hour after Trunks called him. Gohan had taken Goten's body to a hospital in a near by village and was getting worried. Trunks faced off with his father for the first time in a long time.
Vegeta was worried himself, he had never seen his son so tense and distressed. He had no clue what had happened but he was sure it was bad. Trunks cleared his throat and bit his lip for a moment, forget bad, this was going to be the worse news ever.
"Dad, Goten. . . he's. . . well, he killed himself. . . oh man." The vice president fell on his butt in shock, saying it made it so real. His eyes were wide in horror. "Goten. . . he's gone. . . just like that."
Vegeta watched his son, nervous and unsure of what to do. He crouched down in front of Trunks, the brat wasn't all there. Placing a heavy hand on Trunks' shoulder, he softened his face.
As much as he hated to say it, he had to press the issue, "Trunks, tell me exactly what happened."
Trunks looked up at Vegeta, for a moment he was eight years old again, trying to understand death. Vegeta had been the one who was there when Trunks saw his first bird die. Vegeta had tried to explain the idea of death to the horror-struck boy and with his clumsy words probably did more harm than good.
"Dad. He came back, he didn't die on that planet like King Kai said he would, Damnit. He came back to me, but I didn't wait. Gohan and I were. . . well, making love. . . and Goten just appeared. He was really back just like that. I tried to explain, apologize but Goten took off like a rocket.
"I couldn't feel his ki but he was as fast as an Ascended Super Sayajin while still normal. By the time Gohan and I caught up he had died. Gohan has taken him down to the hospital down there, they'll say it was natural or a virus or something. . . I felt him do it. I never want to feel anything like that again. It was like a black bag that you can't get out of and it suffocates you." Trunks was crying now, his tears were silent streams seeping down his face.
Vegeta was silent. What could he say? Even he had liked the kid. Confusion crossed his face, he knew that Goten had been insane like his father, but not suicidal. None of them were suicidal, so Goten couldn't of killed himself. It was impossible.
Trunks seemed to understand his father's thoughts as he spoke up once more, "Dad, you just had to take one look into his eyes to know he changed. Something happened in space. Gohan and I get the feeling he was lying to us in that last communication, nothing was fine. We should have picked up on it, we should have gone to him." At this Trunks could no longer face his father, so he took off for the hospital to see if he could help Gohan out.
Vegeta stood there unsure of what to do. Finally he decided, he had to go and tell the rest of the Sons and his family what had happened to the brat. It would not be pretty. Why him?
Two Years Ago: "Hey Mr. Vegeta. I guess you heard the news, huh?" Said Goten casually as he walked into the kitchen for a midnight snack. Vegeta was there sipping at some hot tea at the counter/bar area.
"Yes, I heard brat. Congratulations, you're getting off of this hellhole." Sneered Vegeta. Goten chuckled as he pulled out of the refrigerator a head of Romaine lettuce, large red tomatoes, a bottle of ranch salad dressing, dill sandwich sliced pickles, various lunch meats and the cheeses of the world. He then pulled out a bag of submarine rolls.
"Nah, You know I'm going to be back to beat you up." Said the Demi-Sayajin as he spilt three of the rolls in halves and flash toasted them. Before they cooled he threw on the chesses and meats and warmed them up as well. He pulled out a knife and started to chop up the tomatoes with the ease of a professional chef. Vegeta had put his tea down and was laying on the salad dressing, lettuce, and pickles. Goten threw on the tomatoes and pulled out of the dish washer two platters as Vegeta cut one sandwich in half. On each plate went a sandwich and a half and they split a large bowl of cheese curls.
Goten and Vegeta had been doing this little ritual for several years, lately since Goten had unofficially moved in they had shared a midnight meal every night for six months. As Goten finished off his first half he sighed, he was going to miss breaking bread with Vegeta.
"Brat." Vegeta said as he ate a cheese curl. Goten looked up paying attention, "You are going to find out that Sayajin are despised by most people in space as are the Humans. Most haven't heard of your father but chances are, even if they had they'll hate you still. Sayajins and Humans have always been destructive and prime slave material in the black market. If you need help don't be afraid to call for help from us. You're going unguided, I will not look down on you if you need to come home or need help in a fight."
"Thanks, but I should be fine. I mean really has anyone ever taken me seriously?" said the Demi- Sayajin with a grin. Vegeta frowned.
"I do. Anyone with half a brain will." Said the prince before taking another huge bite of sandwich. Goten nodded.
"I understand. I'll be careful, no major distruction and liberal use of diplomasy." Goten assured him. Vegeta nodded and ate another handful of cheese curls.
Now: Vegeta pulled out Bulma's old and very used address book and thumbed through it. He found the page he needed and dialed the number to the one house he thought he'd never call.
It's short I know but I'm having trouble not going off on tangents and stringing two words together. I must amend my previous statement, Ultimate Goten reviewed and I will fix that mistake and repost. Thank you for reading and leave me a review.