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Goten, Trunks, Paris-17 Bura and Pan- 15

Summary: Goten isn't feeling to peachy about his father, now what will happen when confrontation occurs?

My pain alone

Chapter Two: Confronting

            Goten got up from the podium and the clapping died down. He walked back stage and hissed. His anger was mixing up deep within, and it wont be pretty when it exploded. Tears were brimming from his orbs of obsidian mixed with a glint of hatred. Never did he think he would express his true feelings…never did her think it would happen…

"And I want you to all give your thanks to the two poets!" the principal echoed throughout the ceremony, "show them some recognition. From both happy and sad."

The brunette haired girl walked up to one of her best friends and gave him a big hug. She blinked out some tears but concealed them as she congratulated her friend. The girl was Paris, Goten's ex-girlfriend, but close friend. After a while things didn't work out, so they remained friends.

"That was wonderful," she whispered. Paris knew about the ordeal between the Son boys and their father, yet he was still clueless. "You did the right thing."

"Did I Par-Chan?" Goten asked while gazing off into the crowd, "Did I really do the right thing or make another mistake?"

She shook her head and let go of him gently, "Never Goten, you had to let it go sooner or later…he needed to know."

"I just don't know," the half bred, said while looking into her dark onyx eyes, "I can't help but think all of this through. For kami's sake I dragged Gohan into this."

"What your father did was wrong Goten," Paris assured, "All will be healed soon, come on, let's go."

Goten stared at her with confusion, "Where are we going?"

"Don't you remember?" Paris asked with confusion, "We're meeting Bura and Trunks at the soda shop down the street."

"I don't want to leave Pan with my parents and Gohan alone…" Goten said hesitantly.

Paris smiled brightly, "Meet me there. I'll go get Pan, and we'll meet you there."

"But-"

It was too late, Paris already ran off into the crowd to find Pan. Goten sighed, but with a small smile and walked down the street. It was sunny out, and the rays hit his back softly and he shoved his hands in his pockets. Occasionally people would congratulate him, and he would say a 'thanks.'

"Hey Goten!" a voice yelled.

He turned his head and spotted wisps of lavender and aqua hair. Goten widened his smile and noticed it was Trunks and Bura. "Hey guys," he said coolly, "Wasn't I suppose to meet you at the soda shop?"

"Well apparently you walked passed it," Bura giggled while kissing him on the cheek, "I heard your poem was a knock out."

"I guess," he mumbled.

Trunks slapped his long time friend on the back lightly knowingly. He was one of the first one's to find out his angst side, and both concealed it from the others. He then smiled and they walked back to the soda shop and sat inside at a booth.

"So, how'd everything go?" Trunks asked while taking a drink of his root beer float.

"It was alright," Goten replied while ordering some fries.

Bura smiled and ordered a strawberry shake and looked around. "Where's Paris?"

Goten looked out the window and replied after a moment. "I didn't want Pan to be alone with the parental's so Paris offered to get her and meet us here."

Soon enough, Pan and Paris walked in and sat at the booth. Both the food and drinks arrived and the five conversed among one another. Pan then remembered something her father told her to tell Goten. "Er hey Goten, dad said for me to tell you that he wanted to see you after we're done…"

Goten remained quite and only nodded. Now everyone would confront him…he knows…things were looking bad.

~*~

Gohan was sitting under a tree in the woods waiting for his little brother to come. After the expressive detailed poem was read commotion went on between his mother, father, and wife. Only a selected few knew about the painful ordeal, and now it was out in the open.

He had to admit; he was bit angst himself. His father was a good person, but very clueless and problematic. Goku runs away from troubles, but doesn't even know it. In Gohan's teenage years he felt a bitter hatred, yet he concealed it all this time…just like Goten right now.

Goten was different…diverse in more ways then one. Gohan didn't realize the moment his baby brother discovered that newfound hatred, and he failed. He didn't want Goten to go through as much as pain and torment as he did.

"Gohan, you wanted to see me?" Goten whispered while walking over to his older brother.

He sat up and greeted his brother. "When did you know you hated father?"

"Hate is such a small word. Abhor is more of my liking in my choice of words to describe him," Goten hissed.

"Goten, don't get attitude," Gohan said calmly, "Tell me, when did you start abhorring father?"

"He isn't a father in my eyes," the younger Son replied audibly, "I was left alone…my pain alone."

Gohan shook his head, "You're not alone Goten, you're not the only one who feels this way."

Goten looked up at his brother to see his eyes blazing with maliciousness and bitterness. He gazed deep within the darkness and found a pair of lost and mystical eyes. A life of sadness and mourning was for him to see. He looked into the eyes as if they were windows, revealing the dark past.

"You don't know," Goten snapped while shaking his head, "you'll never know."

"I know a lot more than you think!" Gohan growled angrily, "Don't tell me about your days of loneliness Goten, I know! When I grew up you didn't witness father being killed, you didn't witness him leaving us, and you didn't have your innocent childish years shattered by him! I was forced to grow up soon and take care of a family that was his!"

"What are you saying?" Goten whispered lightly with fury.

"That I'm the one who knows your pain."