Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prositute of My Eye ❯ Lithium ( Chapter 5 )

SOO sorry for the wait. For those who think that a drunken Chi chi is preposterous or that I'm making Goku too cold, I have something to tell you. This is MY FANFICTION. I WROTE IT AND THE PLOT IS UNDER MY CONTROL. Thank you. Now that we've paid the bills lets get this thing moving again.

 

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Lithium

 

The air was breezy as the two saiyans walked closer to the large house. All that could be heard was the wind and Goten's metal boots hitting the ground with his every step, making him more nervous that he would have appreciated.

 

A he stepped to the door all of his courage melted away and the horrifying faces of his past sneered and dared him to open that door. Trunks placed a hand showed up behind him and began to open the door for him.

 

His trembling worsened as the door creaked its way open and revealed a sight from a depressing chapter in Goten's past.

 

The room grew noticeably silent as the two extra members entered the room. The majority of eyes were fixated on the late teenager shaking behind Trunks. Questions like `Who is that' and `What's he doing here' flashed through the minds of most who remembered Goten or like his father never paid much attention to him in the first place because he was a mere spec behind the shadow of his powerful brother. Everyone from Tien and Chiatzu to Piccolo and Dende was there all

 

Vegeta was the first to speak up.

 

“Boy where the hell have you been and who fuck is that”, this caused snickers to erupt from the mouths of two Bra and some black girl who had an uncanny resemblance of Gohan.

 

Bulma put down the large tray of shrimp to put on the grill and scuttled over to her son and his new coming friend.

 

“I'm so glad you came he he”, She got the attention of every one and announced the return of Goten.

 

“Everyone my dear son has found a long lost member of our little family, Goten”. The room was lit instantly with applaud and smiling faces. Some true and some manufactured.

 

There were three that remained silent as Goten sat down on the sofa next to Yamcha, now out of the closet. Seeing the smirk on his face down at Goten's outfit Trunks wedged in between before he had to bare a barrage of pathetic pick up lines.

 

Bulma pulled Vegeta in to the hallway and commenced the arguing. Her voice was head first.

 

“WE'VE GOT CHILDREN IN HERE. YOU KEEP CUSSIN YOU HAVE TO TAKE YA ASS OUTSIDE CAUSE YOURE NOT ABOUT CUSS IN MY HOUSE YA CRAZY BASTARD”.

 

“LOWER YOUR VOICE BEFORE I CHOP YOU IN YO GODDAMNED THROAT YA EVIL OLE BITCH”

 

The stepped back in like nothing happened to see faces of laughter and crying.

 

Their arguments were all the show that was needed and usually in the evening the fist would start flying.

 

Goten was the only on with a look of joy on his face. Bulma instantly ran to his side. He was twiddling with the lace on his boot. This became a habit when his was nervous or had nothing to say.

 

“Sweetheart what's wrong”? Goten looked up at her with disappointed look on his face.

 

“My family is what's wrong. They're not even here”. Bulma looked at him amused.

 

“Well Chichi's on her way as is your father but Gohan's in the back yard”. Goten's face lit up in fury and anger. The coward. Running from his problems isn't what Gohan was famous for.

 

He stood up abruptly knocking Trunks out of his state of laughter and watched in amazement as metal made brutal contact with the floor again in a stepping pattern.

 

Goten saw Gohan under a tree playing with a small branch as he busted through the door in a wave of anger. Gohan looked up at the figure before him and at first he didn't know what to say because he seemed too stranger like. But with a look in his eyes it all came to him.

 

Flashback

 

The night was young and tension was high in the Son house

 

Goten sat on the stairs listening and sobbing to himself as he heard his mother and brother in a heated argument

 

# 14 this month

 

The blood on the floor was deathly resemblance that words weren't the only thing being thrown.

 

“You ungrateful little asshole why don't you just get the fuck out”

 

Sharp nails

 

“You drunk bitch I hope fucking rot in hell”

 

Back of a thick hand

 

“I'd vacation their motherfucker”

 

An iron skillet

 

Gohan grabbed his bag and stormed toward the door.

 

“Gohan-kun can I come w-“

 

As is a voice wasn't heard the door cut his words in half as he looked at his bloody irate mother

 

A hand ended his stupor

 

As did Goten's. Gohan felt a red spot on his cheek. His little brother staring down at him with hurt and fault.

 

“Chibi, what happened to you?”

 

“Why you cold hearted bastard. YOU happened to me. You left me with that drunken excuse for a mother after you just got in a bloody fight with her. You show up to some party and hide in the back yard. You just basked in all of the glory that dad was bathing you in and didn't have the couth to step up and say `Hey lets get a picture with Goten' or `Dad what about Goten cant he come training with us too'. No! You just sat on your throne while didn't even get the short end of the stick. I was your brother and you paid no attention to me. Despite all that I stuck by your side. You were my role model. I can't believe how naïve I was to want to be like you. A selfish pompous and narcissist asshole that cared nothing about anything that didn't involve. And you know the sad thing is that partially because of you your sitting before a PROSTITUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!”. Goten was Trembling with rage as tears fell once again as he stared at his brother who hung his head in shame.

 

Trunks sat stood behind the door listening and couldn't help but to feel guilty as well because he'd committed the same crime as his brother.

 

Gohan finally looked up at his irate brother.

 

“I'm sorry”

 

Goten glared back with disbelief. “You're sorry? Sorry doesn't pay for have to suck dick every night to get my next meal okay buddy. You went off and got a wife and kids then became a best selling author, but you can't have the common decency to apologize. I should have stayed inside.” With that he stalked back into the house. Trunks stopped him in his tracks.

 

“Chibi, are you okay? Do you want to go back home?” Goten feeling guilty for bringing down his mood decided to go home.

 

“I'll walk home you just stay here and have fun with the family. The last thing they need is some needy whore in their lives. I'll just see you at home”. Trunks tried to stop him but it was no use he'd already taken off toward the door. Everyone looked up at him running for the door and Trunks running after him. Goten stopped dead in his tracks as his prediction that this party would be an insane emotional death trap came true.

 

Two arguing people walked through the door as Tien and Piccolo got up from their food and come to greet the tallest. One woman and one man nearly brought The Goten to his knees. Piccolo's booming voice could be heard overall.

 

“Well if it isn't the slacker and the wench”, receiving a punch from Goku and a scowl from Chichi. Goten's face read pure disturbia as he could feel his blood pressure blasting from the earth. What were they doing? Did they not see their son that they'd lost for nearly 10 years? Bulma, seeing that Goten was about to collapse quickly rushed up to her best friend and his ex wife.

 

“Goku, I have somebody for you to see”

 

“OK, where is he `cause it's been a long flight and I'm starving”. She led him over to boy a little more than half his height. He was wearing a skimpy out fit cross bred masochist and stripper. Goten went from afraid to irate as he saw the confused look on his fathers face. Chichi knew instantly who he was and shrunk behind the taller man to hide her face.

 

“Hi, I'm Goku”, that cheery innocent smile that used to greet strangers made electricity surge through his body. Goten took a step back as his back hit Trunks' chest. He grabbed his waist but retreated as he burned him self on Goten's figure that began to radiate a heat that only he gave off when he was about to attack.

 

“I'm your son”

 

“Speak up kid I can't hear you”

 

“I'M YOUR SON”

 

“………..”

 

Bulma felt the heat oozing from him also and stepped in before his did something he would soon regret.

 

 

“Goku, this is Goten. Your second son. He's just done a little growing.” Goku's eye's widened as he recognized the little boy from the corners of his memories. This was the other reason besides Gohan that he had second thoughts about leaving. This was the small crying he'd discarded nights upon another and another.

 

“Welcome home Son”. Goten face lit up and his body cooled down. But soon got too cold. He watched in agony as he was brushed past and saw as his father greet his older brother coming back in about to speak to Goten. Goten turned to look back at Gohan and shook his head as he stood their and let his father glorify him on his accomplishments and let his little brother sink under him once again.

 

“Hey, dad. I'll be right back”. He turned to apologize to Goten, but no one was there the door lay swung open and the cold of the night awaited him instead. He turned to see Trunks putting his coat on and grabbing his keys. His mother chatting with Launch as making constant double takes to make sure no one would sniff her out.

 

He found Trunks snarling inches before him causing him to take a few steps back.

 

“I could mutilate you right now for this. But I won't for two reasons. I did the same thing and ….you're not even worth it”

 

With that he left the house and those three to wallow in their own filthy denial.

 

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Trunks drove the streets of New Jersey in a panic looking for his lover. There was no telling where he could be. It was a terrible place to just wonder. The fact that Goten knew the streets didn't help much.

 

He passed block after block until he saw flashing lights in a garage full of hookers and drug dealers. They seemed to be having some sort of get together. He bolted out of his Car and dashed inside. What he saw was horrific.

 

There were men lying in beds as boys pleasured them as they lye back and gorged themselves with pipes, tubes, blunts and syringes. He scanned the crowd until he saw the most horrific sight of all. There lye Goten intertwined with some other boy about his age being groped and ravaged by more men than Trunks would have liked. He dashed over and pulled him up making them groan but most was too drunk to get up.

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you! Goten you're better than this.”, He said in a desperate voice as he tried dragging his out but Goten refused, and stood in place as firmly as possible.

 

“Better than what, Trunks. Look at me. Take a good look at me. When are you gonna get it. I'm. A. JUNKIE. Whore, slut, trick, nothing.”, Goten wobbled from left to right as his words slurred in into gibberish. He soon slipped out of his grip and sank back into high arms.

 

The sounds of groaning and screaming awakened Trunks' gag reflex. He couldn't help who didn't want it.

 

He entered his apartment and sank into the comfort of his own bed.

 

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Back at the CC Bulma was cleaning up after everyone left for their own homes. Goku and Gohan sat on the couch. Goku was reading his son's new book. Bulma saw their saddidy antics and stepped in front of them.

 

“Bulma! You're in front of the TV', this only made her angrier. She grabbed the remote and threw it harshly at it send it into a heap of trash and glass.

 

“You sick bastard. Your son and your brother is out there cold and alone and you're sitting here like everything's fine and dandy”, Gohan understood but Goku scowled.

 

“What is the big deal!? I don't even know why I made the little fucker anyway”, Bulma slapped his brutally across his face.

 

She turned to Gohan.

 

“Shame on you”

 

And she turned to Goku and Chichi who just walked out of the bathroom.

 

“But most of all ... Shame on you”, with that she stalked off to her bed quarters.

 

Leaving the dumbfounded Sons to let them selves out.