Phew! This chapter took forever to write! This would have been published a few days ago but I got another rush of inspiration and wanted to add in more. I think everyone will enjoy this chapter. It brings you right inside of the mental hospital that Goten is in and exposes some of the scandalous things that happens which no one talks about. Thank you for your patience and enjoy!

Warnings: Some sexual scenes & insanity.

Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT. All canon characters belong to Akira Toriyama. All OC's belong to me. Do not use without my permission.

Chapter 20: Betrayal

I remember when I was just a young kid during the plight of Majin Buu, I would close my eyes and cover my ears and pretend I was somewhere else. I had a big and vibrant imagination, and at times I would start to believe that my fantasies were actually real. It would get so bad that I had to get brought back into reality by my mother or Trunks.

Back then it was either shrugged off because I was a "creative child," but who knew it was the first sign of my illness.

When everything seemed bleak and fate was left in the hands of a pink monster when I was just 7 years old, I would pretend that there was someone bigger and stronger and scarier than Majin Buu who would protect me from harm.

Eventually my imagination ran wild and my pretend world seemed to become a reality as the Protector in my head took shape into an actual man. He had short spiky hair, scars on over his eye and cheek, and piercings in his face. He never smiled and he had a desperately urgent need to protect me from anything bad. He kept me motivated to help in the defeat of Majin Buu and with him, I felt I could accomplish anything. When I had been absorbed by the pink monster and was locked away in a deep unconscious state, I spent time with him. He swore to always protect me and promised that he would never leave me. I loved him and wanted nothing more than to stay with him and hide away from the world that had turned upside down. He was there at my side when I had woken back up, giving me encouraging words and guiding my fighting. I saw him all the time during the final battle, constantly distracted by him and unable to focus because I feared he was going to get hurt. And yet, the earth was saved and all was back to normal for everyone but me. I was so scared and sad when the Earth was saved because after all of that, I felt I could not live without my Protector that was constantly at my side. I remember going to bed that night crying and holding onto him long after my brother Gohan was fast asleep, begging him not to leave me as he let my tears soak his chest. He whispered that he would always be there for me and he would always protect me, and I fell asleep in his arms.

I woke up the next day without him in my bed and he wasn't anywhere around my home. I couldn't have been more devastated.

But as the weeks went by, my brother eventually moved in with Videl, my father was randomly disappearing and returning on his own time, and my mother began turning into somebody I became terrified of. Her cruel and screaming ways kept me stressed and on edge constantly in my unstable home, and it was then that he came back and held me close. He told me that one day I would be rid of her and he was going to help me. I was always so happy to see him. We would talk for what seemed hours on end in the privacy of my room or behind my house in the trees. He let me draw him and tell him stories, as well as my deepest and darkest secrets. I wanted to introduce him to my friends and family, but he told me they just weren't ready for him yet.

Over time, he started telling me the only way to escape my pain and fear was to kill myself. When I refused, he disappeared completely, only to reveal himself with his voice when I was at my most vulnerable. He would scream in my ears sometimes when things were very very wrong. He always tried to convince me to hurt myself or to attack someone who had it out for me. My Protector would show himself when I was losing control of my mind, pushing me and cursing me and spitting on me. He called me a stupid little boy. Then as fast as he would come, he would vanish.

And then one day, he came back without mercy the closer I got to Dillon, and by the time I was madly in love with the Italian man, my Protector never left.

Now as I'm lying here in my small bed with my wrists and ankles strapped down, my Protector reveals himself to me again. He's sitting on the edge of the bed and watching the door, a fuzzy brown tail flicking beside of him. No matter how terrible he had been to me, I couldn't help but cry as I realized he was still protecting me like he had promised all those years ago. How I wish I could feel his arms around me. How I wish I could find the words to express to him how unbelievably sorry I was and that I forgave him.

/You don't have to apologize… I already forgave you…/

I gasped a little and looked at him, relieved that he forgave me, feeling more at ease.

/We have to get you out of here…/

"Dillon is working on it... He said we should be out of here-"

/Dillon is lying to you! He's happy you're in here! This way he doesn't have to deal with you anymore!/

"That's not true! He loves me! He saved me from going to prison after you told me to go after Trunks!"

My Protector turned and hissed at me, sharp teeth shining in the moonlight while his piercing black eyes were like daggers to my soul. I couldn't get over how much he looked like a more sinister version of me, and it frightened me. He crawled on top of me and pressed his knees into my chest, crushing my lungs while he wrapped his hands around my neck and tried to choke me.

/I'M JUST TRYING TO PROTECT YOU! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?/

I screamed and struggled, my head thrashing against the pillow as I tried to get him off of me. I watched in horror as my Protector morphed into that demonic figure who resembled Trunks and then into my lover Dillon, a wicked laugh coming out of him. I was howling and using all of my strength to try to get out of the restraints, wanting to escape the morphing figure that wanted nothing more than to kill me. Before I knew it, I felt something stab into my thigh and a rush of warm fluid spread through my body. The haunting images that had terrorized me began to fade away and were replaced by orderlies in white scrubs, all of them looking down at me with disappointment on their faces.

As the tears rolled down my cheeks, the sedatives took full effect on my body and my eyes closed, drifting off to sleep.

Dillon had come to see me the next day with Raven and I was overly ecstatic. It was a pleasant surprise to have them both visit since I had been locked away for over a month, and I only remembered my father stopping by just once. I couldn't believe it had already been that long but I had been in nothing but a drug-induced daze nearly the entire time. I was willing to do anything to show my appreciation for the visit, as well as try to make it last as long as possible.

Dillon had asked the staff for just some time alone for him and Raven to spend time with me, and after a simple exchange of words, they reluctantly left just the three of us in my room.

Our alone time consisted of Dillon having his head between my legs while Raven stood watch by the door awkwardly. I couldn't remember the last time I had been pleasured and the sensations from Dillon's mouth had set my body on fire. I couldn't care less if we got caught and I let my voice prove that point. He bobbed his head up and down and I could feel my cock hit the back of his throat, my fingers gripping onto his hair as I moaned.

"Shhh! Goten they'll hear you!" Raven nervously scolded me for the noises I made, but it was so hard to keep quiet.

Dillon pulled away from my hard-on and pushed me to lay back onto the bed with my legs still hanging over the side. He wrapped them around his waist and I heard the sounds of his pants coming undone. It took everything I had not to scream in excitement. "Yes… Give it to me…!" I gasped and rolled my head back, arching my body for him.

"Dillon are you nuts?!" Raven panicked.

"Raven, be quiet! The more you talk, the longer this is going to take! Just tell me if they are coming back in!" Dillon's hands were touching me and preparing me in a hasty manner and I felt I could cum right then and there.

"God dammit…" Raven huffed and I could hear him turn from us.

Dillon wasted no time in pushing his thick dick inside of my body, his handsome face flushed with arousal and his lips parted as he sighed. He held my body down by my arms and moved his hips back and forth, making me gasp and groan. My face was red and I was sweating as Dillon had his way with me, my erection hard as a rock and rubbing against his stomach. He was so good at hitting my spot within just a few thrusts and ended up having to put his hand over my mouth as I moaned and whimpered. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I gave a high-pitched whine as cum spurted out of my cock, trembling from my orgasm and causing my body to clench tightly around the rigid member inside of me. My lover grunted and gasped before throwing his head back and biting his lower lip, a warm sensation spilling into my body and making me shiver.

I was quickly cleaned up and redressed. Dillon told me that unfortunately he had to leave since he had somewhere else to be and I felt let down. I asked him when he thought I would be getting out of here and he simply told me that things like this take a while. When I went to kiss him, he moved away from me and instead patted my head. Raven couldn't even look at me as they left.

I found myself crying after Dillon and Raven had been gone for about ten minutes. I felt used and dirty and most importantly…

I felt utterly alone.

By the time I was well enough to no longer be strapped down at night, I was allowed to leave my room and explore the mental facility with monitored supervision. I was in a wing of the hospital meant specifically for schizophrenics like myself and I wanted to meet others like me. Maybe I wasn't as alone as I had thought.

The only place that I was allowed to go to was the common area. It was a simple open space with card tables set up all over and a couch with a TV blaring. My pounding heart slowed down as I was faced with disappointment and some fear from what I saw. I had half expected to see wild and out of control people who were foaming at the mouth and chained to the walls, but I felt that what I saw was much worse.

Most of them were catatonic and slumped over in a chair, while handfuls were talking to themselves erratically. One man came up to me and bowed over and over again, mumbling about little green men and warning me about their plans to crawl into everyone's ears and control us. Another man was drooling and staring off into a distant world only he could know about. A woman was banging her head against the wall and hitting her forehead in frustration, trying to speak but to my surprise she was completely mute.

My first thought was about myself, wondering if this was my future from now on. My next thought was on how the hell I was going to get out of here.

I panicked and managed to run out of the common area only to be tackled down and given more sedatives. Before I knew it, I was on the couch with the other catatonic patients. I glanced around the room to try and find my Protector, but he refused to show himself. I'm such a stupid little boy…

"Hey… You wanna get out of here…?" A young voice spoke from behind me.

I blinked and turned my head slightly, my eyes widening and who had spoke to me. He had big chocolate eyes, wild black hair and the face of innocence. I knew I had to be hallucinating as I stared at the child version of myself, watching as he grinned and wiggled in anticipation to my answer. The doctors told me that the best way to fight my illness was with medication and to ignore the new figures that appeared in my mind. If I had any sort of hope on getting out of the hospital, I needed to obey the psychiatrist's commands.

"What's the matter? Did I scare you? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" The child's bright and beaming face changed to that of guilt and terror almost instantly, one I remembered holding during Majin Buu's conquest. My heart shattered and I couldn't bare the thought of upsetting my kid self.

I put my finger to my lips and I shushed him, shaking my head a little. When I gave a smiled, he smiled back. "I'm going to help you get out of here!" He jumped over the back of the couch and situated himself comfortably in my lap. With the doctors watching, I didn't dare put my arms around him even though I desperately wanted to.

"How…?" I whispered and kept my head down, my nose buried in his hair.

"You'll see!" He gave me a playful grin, one I always sported when I used to be his age. It was always a sign that I was up to no good.

"What can I call you?"

"Just call me Ten!" My mini me put his arms around my neck and laughed.

That was how I ended up with my second permanent hallucination.

The first night with both of my hallucinations was a terrible one. My Protector hated Ten, and Ten was terrified of my Protector. They screamed all night at one another, making me miserable and sick. Ten wanted me to better myself so I could get out the right way, and my Protector wanted me to destroy everyone in my path and break out. I was conflicted about what I should do, and my fighting hallucinations were not making my situation any better.

When one of my psychiatrists came in to check on me that night, I broke down and admitted that I had been seeing two people now who wouldn't leave me alone. He shook his head, pulled a syringe from his coat, and injected me with what I could only assume was a sedative. I passed out within minutes, only to wake when the sun was shining and the birds were chirping outside of my window.

"Tell me about this new hallucination, Goten…" My psychiatrist Simoko had arrived that morning to speak with me. My on-site doctors contacted her with urgency after my poor evening the night before.

"What's to tell…?" I sighed, sitting on my small bed with my knees pulled up to my chest.

"I'm just concerned at your progress, Goten. I want to know what has been going on so I can change your therapy and medication if it's needed. You want to get out of here, don't you?" Her sharp green eyes were focused on me, always so determined. Ten was sitting right beside of her, nodding at me as he agreed with her.

She was right. I sighed again and rested my forehead against my arms. "He's me… But when I was a kid. He calls himself 'Ten.'"

Simoko stared at me in a shocked manner, as if I had told her some huge secret. She scribbled away on her notepad and then looked back to me, making me tilt my head in curiosity. "Is that… important?" I asked with my eyebrows furrowed together a little.

"It's definitely interesting… It may be that a part of your subconscious has awakened… A more innocent side of you that wants to guide you now, instead of the monster that plagues you."

/I want to rip her heart out and drink her whore blood. It's just you and her, Goten. Take her out!/

My Protector was in the corner of my room at being mentioned, snorting and glaring at my psychiatrist. Not taking my medication when I first woke up seemed to have quite the negative effect on me. "Ignore him, Goten." Simoko snapped me out of my staring and I looked to her with a blush. "You know he's not real… Don't even pay attention to him." She smiled and patted my hand.

/FUCKING BITCH! I'M RIGHT HERE! TELL HER, GOTEN!/

I nodded and took a deep breath, looking away from my Protector and back to Dr. Simoko. Ten was hiding behind her and my eyes glanced to look at him. I opened my mouth to say something to him, comfort him possibly as he shook in fear, but he put his finger to his lips to silence me. "Do you see Ten…? Is he next to me?" My psychiatrist asked, pointing to where I had looked.

"… He is… He's scared of my Protector so he's hiding behind you… They fought all night so Ten hasn't really been around until now." I finally looked to Simoko.

/That fucking child is worthless. Tell him to get lost!/

She nodded and tucked one of her blonde locks behind her ear, taking a few more notes. I wondered what she was thinking, and what my Protector was going to make me do to her. When I looked to Ten, he shook his head "no" to my Protector's orders of lashing out physically at Dr. Simoko. I decided to listen to Ten this time.

"Ok Goten." She sighed slightly and took out her prescription pad. "It sounds like your mind is conflicted and it's being represented in visual hallucinations. This is something we can work with, but we need to do it in moderation. Our goal for you is to one day live without any sort of hallucinations, so we have to find a balance on working with them to help you, and then getting rid of them as fast as we can when you don't need them anymore. I think Ten has shown up to make you feel like you have a purpose and to make you want to better yourself, while the other one is raging against that because he has been in control for so long…" She finally tore off her prescription that she had written out for me. "I'm going to have them put you on Clozapine… It's going to help at controlling your 'Protector' who has been trying to get you to kill yourself or hurt others. Since nothing else seems to be working, we are going to take the next step up on your medication."

/Fucking kill her, Goten. She's trying to get rid of me!/

I looked at the pen she was holding.

/Take it from her and stab her in the neck! What are you waiting for?/

I swallowed, feeling a little hot and stuffy as my Protector got more manic.

/I have done nothing but protect you ever since you were a child! Are you really going to do this to me?/

When I looked at Dr. Simoko, I could tell she knew I was struggling. Ten was sitting beside her this time, urging me to listen to her. I looked back and forth between them and put my hands over my ears, wanting to block out the sounds of my Protector screaming at me. All I wanted him to do was stop. I just wanted him to be quiet for more than an hour. My doctor had my new prescription in her hand, my eyes locked onto the paper.

/GOTEN GOD DAMMIT! YOU STUPID LITTLE BOY!/

I finally gave in and nodded, agreeing to the new change in medication.

The clozapine worked like a charm. My Protector and Ten were both gone by the next day, and I finally felt at peace. Because the medication gave me a complete turn around on my getting better, I reached a point in the hospital where I was allowed to interact with the other patients again without supervision. I could come and go in my room as I pleased, as well as the common area. I was getting along with my doctors and orderlies. I was even enrolled in a creative writing class where I found a new passion.

As time went by, I got in with some of the permanent patients and learned the more secretive side of hospital.

Cigarettes were like currency and used for payments, favors, and even bribery. I had my first smoke in the courtyard with a few of my new "friends" where I found that I enjoyed the burn and the relief it gave to my day-to-day anxieties. Whenever my family or Raven came to visit me, I asked for cigarettes now instead of the other treats or gifts they were bringing me. They hated that I had picked up the nasty habit, but they couldn't refuse my asking due to my successful change. I used the cigarettes to get what I wanted from the other patients, trading tobacco for pills to get a little high at times, or exchanging them for sexual favors.

Sex was rampant between the more stable patients, consensual or not. It was an unspoken truth that everyone was having sex with each other, and our orderlies looked the other way. The first time I passed a room where two patients were fucking like rabbits on the bed, my attitude about the hospital changed. If the patients were able to get away with sex in their rooms, I could only imagine what else we could get away with. Dillon stopped visiting me months ago, instead just calling, and I was beginning to get antsy for some satisfaction. From this, I began giving away my cigarettes for blowjobs. Patients were desperate for a smoke, I was desperate for release, and it ended up working out beautifully.

I felt guilt at first for conducting such behavior because I prided myself in being committed to Dillon. But after begging him to come see me on multiple occasions and being let down each time, the guilt went away. Some of my fellow patients told me that this place was notorious for families just dropping off sick people and never coming back. They can easily look the other way, like the orderlies did.

There was one particular orderly that I was told about. He was on night watch and not only did he keep his mouth shut about the patients having sex, he was known to join in. He was Russian, tall and muscular, soft-spoken, and had a thing for voyeurism. It was when a pair of women had beckoned him to join them after having been caught, that he had stopped watching and started being apart of it. His name was Vladkin –or Vlad for short- and he was particularly interested in men. The doctors had no idea, and all the patients wanted a taste of the Russian who spoke with broken English. Because I was young and handsome, my "friends" bet that all I had to do was tell him the when and where, and he would come knocking. As tempting as it sounded, and as distraught as I was over Dillon's neglect, I still loved my partner and was still waiting for him to get me out.

I was laughed at for having hopes of Dillon getting me out of here, but I still believed in it. He was working hard to get me out, and that's why he hasn't come to see me. He promised that I would be out of here by the end of the year, and I knew it was going to take a lot of string pulling and money to make that happen. I understood that he had to do these things to get me released. They could laugh all they want, but I had faith in my lover.

Dillon was going to get me out. I just knew it.

"You're leaving for Italy…?" Raven stared at Dillon as the Italian man was packing up one of his large suitcases.

The hybrid android had come over to ride with Dillon to the hospital to see Goten, but instead was greeted with suitcases and hustling housekeepers. "Si, Raven. My family and I have a lot of business to take care of in Sicily. It calls for immediate action so I have to go tonight." Dillon stated simply, zipping up on of his suitcases and handing it off to one of the staff.

"But… What about Goten? He's expecting us to get him out… He's expecting you to get him out!" Raven hurried over to Dillon, putting his hand on his arm to get him to stop. The Santinni heir looked down at the younger man, his green-gold eyes hard as he showed no signs of sympathy. "Dillon… Please…" Raven practically pleaded with him, a complete mess after the murder of his boyfriend and the loss of his other friend to madness. He couldn't lose another important person in his life.

Dillon finally sighed and put his heavy hand on Raven's slender shoulder. "I'm sorry, Raven. He'll understand. One day…" He looked away from the icy-eyed teenager and grabbed his smaller suitcase, shrugging off Raven's hand and strolling across his vast bedroom.

"I can't believe you're just going to leave Goten to rot in that place! Especially since you were the one who got him in there!" Raven stomped his foot down, glaring at Dillon's back as the Italian stopped. "You know it's true, Dillon! You've done nothing but push him and push him even though you knew he was sick!" The hybrid android made no movement as Dillon turned and came towards him, too angry and upset to drop the subject. "Was this your plan all along? To get him so messed up to where he gets locked away so you can wash your hands of him and leave! What kind of a man are yo-" Raven was cut short as he was backhanded suddenly by the larger man. It had taken him by surprise more than anything, causing him to stumble back onto Dillon's bed and stare up at the barrel of a gun.

"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say those things to me, Raven." Dillon scowled down at him, the revolver pointed directly between Raven's temples. The teen may have been part android with super strength, but a bullet to the brain was enough to slow anyone down. Aside from that, he was too stunned to react, never thinking that his friend would have turned on him like this. "Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for those you love. Goten is better off without me because I did make him worse. I have a lot going on with my family and I refuse to bring him into it. The best thing for him is for me to leave. Do you understand?" Dillon continued to scowl, never moving the gun away from Raven's head.

Raven swallowed silently and sighed, knowing that even if he yelled and screamed and begged, Dillon would do as he pleased anyway. He hung his head and whispered, "I understand, Dillon…"

Dillon finally put the gun back into his suit jacket, turning from Raven and going back to his suitcase. He stopped in the doorway and let out a sigh finally, looking over his shoulder at the emotionally distraught teenager. "It's better this way, Raven… Please… take care of him for me."

With that, Dillon walked out of the room and out of Goten's life.

Goten's POV

This can't be happening…

"I'm so sorry Goten… I tried to get him to stay…"

This can't… Oh god…

"He said it was for the best… And that you would understand some day… Goten, please… look at me…"

My Dillon… he left me… Abandoned me…

"I'm so sorry, Goten…"

I'm such a stupid little boy. I've always been.

"Goten, look at me…"

Raven's hand was holding mine, giving it a squeeze and looking to me with sadness in his ice-blue eyes. I glanced up at him, hot tears streaming down my cheeks, feeling lost and helpless. He reached over and wiped the tears from my eyes, then ran his fingers through my short hair. "I'm going to take care of you, Goten… I'll do my best to come every day… I'll research what it takes to get you out… You have my word."

My Protector was right. Dillon didn't love me. He's caused me nothing but pain and suffering- and now I'm trapped in this hospital because of him.

"Goten..?"

"Why should I believe you…? Everyone who has ever told me that leaves eventually…" I trailed off, my tears starting to slow as I felt myself beginning to shut down emotionally.

"Because…" Raven took my chin and made me look back at him. With the help of my new medication, I was no longer paranoid into looking into other people's eyes, and Raven's were breathtaking. "You're all I have left…" He whispered and leaned forward, giving me a soft kiss on my lips.

I blushed a little from his lips on mine, but I didn't pull away. He was right and who was I to deny that? Voorhees was dead, his father was a drunk, and his friend walked out on him when he walked out on me. I too had nobody anymore. Not my lover, not my family, not even my voices. I let out a shaky sigh and leaned forward, resting my forehead against his chest as he put his arms around me.

"I won't leave you Goten… I swear on my life…" Raven kissed the top of my head and held me closer to him.

I closed my eyes and gripped onto his shirt, enjoying his warmth and the comfort he was giving me. If he were all that I had left, I would fight to the death to keep him. I would make sure that he would never leave me. Not like my family. Not like Dillon. I growled and gripped him tighter.

"I'll make sure of that…"

TBC.