Prologue

Bad Reaction

This went so much better than he expected. Goten smirks as he looms over Vegeta who leers at him with hatred and something else neither of them could quite identify. Goten had never seen him fight like this. Like a completely different opponent; like he lived for the battle, he needed the bloodshed. And yet .... I won?! As blood drips from Goten’s forehead to the cool floor he finally has Vegeta pinned. He is able to catch his breath and lingers for a moment staring down at Vegeta before he says it, letting the hot air between them get impossibly hotter and he can no longer resist, “...I won.”

There were simply too many moments between murderous intent and tactless violence that the full Saiyan anticipated with lightning speed a fist that wasn't there, a kick that never landed, went for openings that weren’t open. Vegeta had been sloppy despite his ferocity. Goten knew letting his hair out would get a reaction, he thought it would provoke Vegeta. That he would finally say something about his father other than 'worthless third class' when he saw him because everyone did. But Oh no, this was so much better. That look. That look was unmistakable. With brutal wordless force Vegeta was able to confirm everything Goten suspected.

At the half’s words the full Saiyan quickly reminds himself for the hundredth time during their spar that he has in fact not willed his dreams into reality, that his opponent is not Kakarot and that he has lost this useless meaningless spar to a brat. As quickly as the moment lasted it is gone. Goten is suddenly on his ass and Vegeta is at the controls shutting the room down.

With tense flamboyant posture he tersely mentions to Goten things he should improve. Goten wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth and watches the older Saiyan's frustrated attempts to analyze their spar.

"Yeah. I'll work on it."

Vegeta stops talking and turns to his rival's lookalike son who usually took the time to argue with him about everything, "What?"

"I said I'll work on it." Goten gets up, still smiling, and saunters out the door without another word.

Vegeta watches with a furrowed brow. "Tch. Doesn't even care if he gets better, just wants to fight." He mutters to himself as he launches into his own training under a punishing pressure.

He’d lost. He can't deny it. And He knows it's because for so many moments he deceived himself. He saw a different opponent and caught himself anticipating Kakarot's moves. He had been shocked when it his foot didn't connect or his block left him open instead and he had been shocked at his savage carelessness. Am I still so angry at him? The thought is accompanied by an overwhelming wave of disappointment. He didn't mean to take it all out on Goten like that. Though he always seemed to end up doing it anyway. It was so hard not to. He looks just fucking like him. Vegeta didn't even realize how much so until today. Same stupid face. Same stupid hair. Same stupid smile-

He throws a furious punch into one of the remodeled droids. Instead of breaking into a thousand pieces like it normally would, it sends a painful shock into his body. He lets out an agonizing yell as he is thrown against the floor. He is in almost enough pain to forget what he was feeling. Almost. So he does it again.

And again.

And again.

And again...

While Goten... Goten soaks in his victory. It was the third time he’s ever won. The first two times being the result of egregious cheating on his part. Maybe this time too. But it wasn’t his fault Vegeta was … distracted. He walks back into the house in a better mood than he’d been in weeks and suddenly there was a new meaning behind all of the horrible things Vegeta said about 'Kakarot'.  Kami! And I thought I was bitter. WOW. That must have been a hell of a break up! ...if there was even a relationship. He snorts at the possibility that it was all one sided pining from Vegeta.

He considers telling Trunks and wonders if he already knew. He always seemed to know everything but Goten still thinks it unlikely. Trunks romanticized his parents' relationship. Whatever helps you cope with knowing you're accident, man. And Goten ultimately decides he really didn't want to share with anyone, not even his best friend, how he found out in the first place.

He lays on his bed for hours trying to figure out what he could do with this information because he had to do something. This was just too good. He tosses a small ki ball back and forth between his hands debating the worthwhileness of trying to blackmail Vegeta. Just for fun. What else was there to do? Vegeta has never been much interested in anything other than fighting though, so he's not sure if it would even work. And there's literally nothing he could give me that I can't already ge-  

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No, that's... He rolls over. Fucking perfect is what it is. He turns again. He even said himself. I look just like my father. ...Everyone says it. He sits up and chews on his lip with a troubled look.

"Fuck. Why did it have to be Vegeta, though? Gahh-" He's so straight laced you think he'd suffocate! He grits his teeth and thinks about whether or not this was really the most efficient way to get back at him for all those brutal training sessions... for everything insult he's thrown at Goten to try and get the underhand, for constantly demeaning him, all while just walking around with that hard tightly wound body and narrow waistline just begging to be fucked.

Goten shivers with anticipation as he recalls Vegeta's expression from that night and thinks not only was this perfect but it might even be easy.