Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ Goten VS Trunks (again) ( Chapter 3 )

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Goten approached the arena feeling confused, but ready to face Trunks. His friend hadn't returned to the table that morning and Goten was very curious as to why. It wasn't like Trunks just to disappear on him. He saw Trunks standing at the side of the platform and walked up to him. "Hey, where'd you go this morning?" he asked. "Here," said Trunks, shortly. His voice was little more than a growl, very reminiscent of Vegeta's. "Why? They brought your food and everything, but you never came back to get it," Goten said, wondering why his friend was angry and who the poor soul was that he was angry with. Trunks could hold a grudge with the best of them and he exacted revenge like only the son of Vegeta could. Trunks turned cold blue eyes on him and Goten felt something click in his head. He slowly tilted his head to the side and eyed Trunks. It was him. He was the poor soul Trunks was pissed at and suddenly, Gotens knew without a doubt that Trunks had heard what had happened in the hot tub room. The announcer called their names then and Goten turned away, knowing Trunks was too proud of a Saiyan to attack when his back was turned. Goten walked to his side of the arena and climbed onto the platform. He looked at Trunks and took in the rage in his eyes and knew he was in for the fight of his life.

Bulma looked at her son as he stepped into the arena, and then she looked again. Something was wrong. Trunks was so angry that even without being powered up to Super Saiyan, she could almost see the energy around him. Bulma glanced at Goten and bit her lip. Goten knew what he was facing and looked grim, but determined. He would fight Trunks, no matter the risk to his life. "We have to find Daddy," said Bra. Bulma looked at her daughter. Bra's eyes were fixed on Trunks. "He's going to kill Goten." After a moment, Bulma nodded and grabbed Bra's hand, running from their seats to the stairs and down into the fighters' pit.

"Hey, Vegeta, what are Bulma and Bra doing down here?" asked Goku. Vegeta turned and saw the two beautiful, azure haired women pushing their way through the throng of fighters, some of them reaching out and grabbing and groping as they bravely fought their way through toward him. As Goku, Gohan, Videl and Vegeta watched, a large dark haired man, the same man, in fact that Vegeta had demolished during his first fight, grabbed Bulma with one hand and Bra with the other and dragged them toward him. He saw Bulma kick and bite and claw at him and Bra preparing to power up and felt his own energy rising within him. With a sharp cry, he went Super Saiyan and held out one hand, sending a beam of energy toward the man's broad back. It hit dead center and the two beefy hands released Bulma and Bra as the man spasmed and fell to the ground, unconscious. As they pushed on towards him, Vegeta moved to meet them and grabbed Bra by one shoulder, pulling her against him, while putting the other arm around Bulma and leading them back to where the Z Fighters had gathered. "What the hell are you two doing down here?! You're supposed to be in the stands, watching Trunks and Goten," he said. "That's why we're here," Bulma began, but Bra cut her off. "Daddy, Trunks is gonna kill Goten!" Goku, Gohan and Videl looked at her in alarm and glanced toward the arena, where the sounds of a vicious fight could barely be heard over the noise from the crowd. "What are you talking about?" asked Vegeta, his brows knitted together. "Trunks is in a blind rage, Vegeta. He's angry and he's not in control," said Bulma, worrying her lower lip with her teeth. With a muttered curse, Vegeta turned to Goku. "Shall we go see if your son is in danger, Kakarot?" Kakarot had been Goku's name when he was born on Planet Vegeta, but it had been changed to Goku when his adopted grandfather, Gohan's namesake, had found him as a small child and taken him in. Vegeta was the only one that called Goku Kakarot. Goku nodded. Vegeta glanced at Bulma and Bra. "Stay here with Gohan and Videl," he ordered, as he and Goku began making their way through the crowd. Vegeta was still at Super Saiyan level and people tended to make a path for a very pissed off looking guy that glowed. Bra and Bulma glanced at each other, then followed behind Vegeta and Goku. "Hey, you're supposed to stay here!" Gohan shouted at them. They ignored him and, with a groan, he and Videl followed as well.

Vegeta reached the edge of the arena as a vicious kick to the ribs sent Goten to his knees. Trunks didn't pause and wait for him to rise, just came at him again and narrowly missed the side of his head with a fist that was packing the force of a Mack Truck behind it as Goten leapt backward and landed on his feet. Vegeta watched his son take to the air and Goten rose off the ground as well, ignoring the gasps of the crowd. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he took in the raw anger on Trunks' face. Bulma and Bra had been right. He was in a blind rage and, given the chance, he might very well kill Goten. Goku was starting to look a little worried as he watched his youngest son fight grimly against his best friend. Goten matched Trunks blow for blow, high in the air now, above the arena. The announcer had gone silent- he didn't know what to say about this! "You'd think they'd be used to us by now, after all the tournaments we've fought in," said Gohan's voice. Vegeta turned to see Gohan, Videl and his wife and daughter standing behind him. He grabbed Bulma's arm. "I told you to wait, woman!" Bulma's eyes narrowed. "Trunks is my son. I have every right to be here," she hissed. Vegeta opened his mouth to make a smart ass retort when Bra grabbed his arm with both hands. "Daddy, stop him!" she yelled, her eyes wide and set on the two young men in the air. Vegeta looked up and saw that Trunks had Goten by the throat and was very close to his face. "Shit," Vegeta muttered. "Goten," said Goku, going pale and preparing to fly up to save his son. "No, Dad, if you interfere, it'll disqualify them both," said Gohan, with a hand on Goku's shoulder. "But-" Goku started to argue. "Shut up, Kakarot!" Vegeta said, sharply. "Trunks won't kill him. He's in control now. Besides, he knows that if he kills his opponent, he forfeits all his fights, and my son will not tolerate such a disgraceful loss." Vegeta's voice was assured, his eyes glittering with Saiyan pride, as well as that of a father, as Trunks fisted his hands in Goten's shirt and pulled him so close that their noses almost touched. Even with his Saiyan hearing, Vegeta couldn't hear what was said, but he knew that Goten's reply to whatever Trunks had said would decide the boy's fate.

Breathing hard, Trunks stared into Goten's eyes. Even knowing that with a simple hand motion, Trunks could kill him, Goten had no fear in his eyes, no sign of defeat. He stared right back at his best friend, daring him to do it. Fighting with his Saiyan killer instinct, the urge to finish off his opponent, he ground out through clenched teeth, "Did you touch my sister?" Goten's voice was low and even. "Not like that. I just stopped her from falling." Trunks was silent and motionless for a moment, then nodded, barely visibly.

The crowd didn't see the change in the fight; they were too excited by the energy pouring out of the two handsome young fighters. In the air, above the arena, their coloring a contrast of light and dark, Trunks and Goten looked like the classic rivals, opposite in appearance, equal in skill and strength. Only their families and friends saw the change in them and Bra and Bulma began to breath again as the anger melted from Trunks' body and was replaced by the cool detachment of a fighter. Vegeta and Goku powered down. It was still another hour before the fight ended, the two of them having decided to make a good show of it, since they were already in the air and powering up to Super Saiyan. In the end, Trunks was once again the victor and, once again, won by a hair's breadth. When the two men walked out of the arena, they were side by side.

Goku let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Whew! That was intense. I guess Gohan and I will have to start training with Goten more often. Trunks beat him again." Vegeta turned a scornful glare on Goku. "Of course Trunks beat him! He is my son, Kakarot!" Then, he looked at Bulma and Bra. "You two get back into the stands, where you belong," he ordered, turning them by their shoulders toward the stairs. Bulma shot him a poisonous look, but went along with him. Bra resisted. "Daddy, I wanna talk to Trunks," she protested, digging in her heels. Vegeta easily overpowered her and pretty much dragged her back to the stairs and gave the two women a slight push. "Go, now," he said, scowling at the crowd of fighters, most of whose eyes were lingering on his wife and worse, his daughter. He met each one of their gazes with a cold, glittering black stare that left no doubt to it's meaning and left them hurriedly looking in the other direction. Crossing his arms over his chest, he watched his wife lead Bra back to their seats. "Damn woman is too beautiful for her own good," he muttered, under his breath. No one heard the Saiyan's words. Even if they had, they probably would have thought their ears were playing tricks on them. That suited Vegeta just fine. With a last glance at Bulma, Vegeta turned and made his way back toward the arena, where his son was waiting.