Last time on my fic: 'I will seriously try to update quicker because I hate this just as much as you do.' That is what I said approximately two days before my computer broke. There really is no better word for it. My mom was doing who knows what, probably work stuff, when the screen suddenly went black. She tried to fix it a couple times when she got around to it but hey, what are you going to do? Eventually, she ordered a new one and UPS decided to deliver between 10:30 and 2:00 every day. Now, if you take into account that I get off school at 2:45 and normal working hours are between 9:00 and 5:00 (my parents actually work longer than that anyways) and a signature is required in order for the package to be fully received, I am left with one thing to do: wonder how low this delivery guy's IQ is. Probably just under zero. But on a brighter note he's still smarter than our all American President. So I ended up going to the local UPS, picking up the package, and finally, allowing someone else the privilege of setting it up. So, here I am, weeks later, just now typing this sucker up. And now our feature presentation. Jackass. Hey!

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. If I did, then things would be, well, different, now wouldn't they?

Visit from the… Enemy?

Goten's P.O.V.

It was hard without Trunks. Not just the physical strains of the constant extra work I now had to do alone, not just because of the emotional gap I could feel expanding in me all the time, not just the economic depression and constant working overtime. No, none of these were hardest to me, and in all sense of the word these things were hard. The one part of this whole feud that completely tore me up was what I had to tell my children. They were the most precious things on the planet at this point, and I had to tell Britany while sitting in the Hospital Wing of Capsule Corp. while the specially trained doctor looked at my son whom I found lying on the kitchen floor, practically dead. Obviously, he had heard it, and he understood. I know Britany understood as well, but she's gone into complete denial and won't even speak to me. It was, without a doubt, the worst day of my life. Apparently Landon was strong, he held up in more than stable condition, allowed home the very night of his entrance.

And so I continued to live this way. Constantly shunned from my family, constantly watching my son grow more and more depressed, meaning I had to constantly keep both eyes on him at all times. Eventually, I had to lock him in his own room at night, just to prevent his getting out and making a third attempt at suicide. Yes, he had gone for it a second time, but I caught him right before the act. In a way, I knew I was saving his life, but I was also making him feel like he was a threat. It could only make him more depressed that he was locked in. Britany continued to be silent as well. Day by day, week by week, a whole month of the constant daily routine. Then, finally, a change. I had a visitor.

'Ding dong,' the bell rang and I was hesitant to answer it. Who would come to my wreck of a home? Certainly not the family Trunks had managed to turn against me. Certainly not Trunks himself. And in a way I was right on both accounts. It was a member of my family and though it wasn't quite trunks, I'm sure it was his new 'better half' by now. None other than my brother Gohan stood at the door.

"So, to what do I owe this unexpected and most definitely unwelcome visit?" I asked, mock joy present in my voice.

"That attitude is exactly why I didn't want to come over here in the first place Goten. You've changed ever since that day. I mean, it was only a month ago and yet you act like you've been angry your whole life. Besides it wasn't my choice to come over anyways," was his long, too long in my opinion, response.

"Yeah well, I have full rights to be after the way I was treated. What have you got there anyways?" I asked, eyeing an envelope between his fingers.

"What do you mean after the way you were treated, Goten? From what I've heard Trunks was a perfectly good husband to you. You know, if there's another side to this story Goten, all you have to do is tell me. I'm fully willing to listen. And the thing in my hand is… well, it's for you, from Trunks. You'll find out, soon enough."

"Kids, go back to your rooms, I have to talk to uncle Gohan. Now, let's back-track Gohan. I think you of all people should know the other side to this story. I mean, you were involved. I don't see how you, the most pure and ethical man of all time, could possibly cheat on your wife with my husband. Do-

"WHAT!" Goten, where is all of this coming from? Are you telling me that Videl broke it off with me because of some of your silly suspicions? I mean that is the most absurd thing I have ever heard in my entire life. Who the hell do you think you are? I mean what gave you the idea that we were doing anything besides hanging out?"

"Well to start with, you were always 'hanging out'. That's clue number one. Of course there was the constant lying and back-tracking I always got from him. Then, add to the mix your cologne on my man and we've got ourselves a winner. Of course the superficial information like working late and the fact that when we were younger you admitted to having a crush on Mirai Trunks didn't hurt. However, the cherry and whipped cream atop this perfect sundae was visual proof of what my suspicions had determined. I saw him propose to you Gohan. I saw everything, and I hate him for… I love him. But I can't go back. Not after what he did, after what you did. Why am I saying all of this anyways? You don't care. You haven't since I was just a little kid, have you?"

"Goten you're telling me this because you don't believe it's true yet, and it's not. None of it. Trunks never proposed to me. He was practicing for you. Now, I've probably already said too much, so I'll leave the rest to trunks if you ever feel like listening. And Gotten, I'll always care and I'll always love you. You're my little brother. Remember?"

"But the cologne."

"It was what he was planning to wear for you at a later date. He wanted to see if you liked it."

"So the envelope?"

"It's his will Goten. He's killing himself. He barely eats or drinks and I don't think he's slept more than an hour a week since that night. I read it and signed it before I came over. I didn't want to, Goten. I definitely didn't like what was on it. He's going to leave everything to you Goten. It says word for word 'I leave all my possessions and all my money to him. But what I cannot leave him are my dignity, pride, and self-respect, for hurting Goten has stripped me of these three things. However, most importantly, I want to leave my love to him, for he was the only one who could make me truly happy.' So Goten, what's it gonna be?"

"Where is he?"

"He's back at Capsule Corp. He's in a special ward of the hospital, not the same one you were in a bit ago."

"I gotta go tell him, Gohan."

"So what are you waiting for? Go tell him. I'll watch your kids while you're gone."

Nobody's P.O.V.

So, Goten did go. He flew off into the evening sky, quicker than he thought was possible. But for love, possible is only the smallest fraction of what can be achieved. Love has driven man to many things, death of both others and themselves, public embarrassment, and of course cowardice. Controversially, it can also lead to the most enjoyable moments and passionate pass-times. So we find our protagonists finding that communication is important no matter how the facts lie in front of you but also realizing misunderstandings will always occur. In summation, be watchful, be wary, understand.

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Trunks: So are you like holed on this psychological stuff now?

Kaiser: Nope, just my way of fighting writer's block.

Trunks: Find a better way.

Goten: So guys, I was wondering-

Kaiser: A dangerous hobby of yours. (Good god, could I have used a more overused joke)

Goten: Do you think twin Siamese twins are possible.

Trunks: Well, I suppose technically if an egg were to be fertilized and then split in two followed by both eggs attempting to split but failing part way then there is a small chance but I'd say whatever chance that is, is slim to none.

Goten: Interesting; if only I understood. Kaiser, translate.

Kaiser: Yes.

Goten: Oh, wow, you really mean it. See Trunks, I told you he'd get me seven man-whores for Christmas.

Kaiser: WHAT!

And there you have it. I'm on winter break, I have a terrible writer's block that I can't seem to get rid of, my memory is slowly getting worse, I have three projects, a ten page assignment, book notes, and too much math homework due the day I come back from Christmas vacation, and I think I'm the happiest person alive. In case I don't see/write you guys in time, Merry Christmas. It's what I celebrate. Don't sue me you fanatics. Later.