Goten came to himself in an alleyway's dumpster. Looking down at his clothing and confirmed his suspicions. Orange vommit and little chunks of berry were patch-worked onto his shirt.

	He sighed mentally and readied himself for the trip home. He'd go over to Trunks' house and 
borrow some clothes from him, saying he'd had a few too many a nd had gotten a little lost.
That would be his excuse for not going home the previous night. And Trunks, of course,
being his best friend would tell (if he hadn't already) Chichi that Goten had been with him the entire time.

	Goten  ripped off his ruined shirt, sighed wearily and started his long flight to the capsule corporation building.
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	"Goten! Goten! Chibi!" Trunks greeted Goten with anxious joyfullness, yelling and waving
his arms enthusiastically while running to Goten.

	"Trunks! Trunks! Toran-kun!" Goten yelled back with actual happiness, both knocking
into each-other. They fell into a joyfull, playfull wrestle, rolling around laughing and batting at each-other.             

	When Goten, tired from the previous days' events, and still suffering from a severe hangover    finally gave up, Trunks rolled ontop of him.

	"Goten-kun...where've you been?" Trunks asked him, looking down with piercing blue eyes.
	"Well, Trunks, it really sucked. I went to a club to go dance, and I was talking to these guys.  I guess they kinda spiked my drinks when I wasn't looking..." seeing Trunks' eyes widen slightly, Goten continued on, "and I guess I passed out... 'cause next thing I remember is waking up in a dumpster." Goten concluded.

	"Oh man," Trunks exclaimed empathetically.
	"Why didn't you ask me to go with you?" he questioned, his eyes narrowing slightly.

	"Well, Toran-kun, I know you're not a slacker like me, Goten replied, grinning lopsidedly.
Trunks' heart nearly stopped at that smile.

	"Yeah..." Trunks replied, "I know I told you I had a test today." he frowned thoughtfully.

	"I told your mum you were staying over-night with me to study, so she wouldn't shear you next time she saw you. I know what a bitch that woman can be."

	"Domo, Toran-chan!" Goten cried, clapping Trunks hartily on the back.

	Trunks grinned, "I knew you kept me around for a reason." he laughed, mussing Goten's long hair playfully.

	'Oh Trunks...if you only knew,' Goten thought with a mental sigh.

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	Goten walked into his own house, and was mildly surprised to find Gohan sitting in the living room.

	"Hey oniisan!" Goten greeted his older brother.

	Gohan grinned. "Yo, ototo-chan!" he replied, then looked at Goten a little closer, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion, "Why're you wearing Trunks' clothes?"

	"We got our clothes a bit too dirty sparring, and I didn't have a change, so he lent me one," Goten replied, the lie rolling off his tongue as slick and black as oil.

	'Well, well...it  appears onii-SAN spends a lot of time looking at my best friend's body.' Goten thought with a mental snarl. 'That bastard faggot! If he lays a FINGER on Trunks...' Goten's thoughts were cut short by the sway of Gohan's hips.

	"Oniisan?" Goten asked, staring a little.

	"Like my new outfit?" Gohan asked playfully, almost flirtatiously.

	Goten had been too wrapped up in his thoughts to nice that, indeed, Gohan was wearing a new outfit. It was much like Vejita's jumpsuit, but made of glossy black leather, and a spiked dog collar.

	Goten tried not to gawk, but he swore to God that Gohan knew what effect he was having on Goten. Mentally, he cursed, berated, kicked, screamed and yelled at his brother, watching his onyx eyes glitter almost feverishly, daring Goten to say something.

	"Did Videl," 'that whore' Goten thought, "pick it out for you?" Goten asked, a smile plastered onto his face.

	Gohan seemed surprised by the question. "No, but I plan to surprise her with it when we go out tonight."

	While a noise distracted Gohan, Goten checked out his brother's tightly leather-clad behind. 
	'Damn that ass is leththal!' Goten thought with a mental whistle.

	"Greetings, brats," Vejita's cool voice interupted Goten's reverie, and Goten snapped his dazed eyes up to meet the amused glimmer of Vejita's.

	"So, Goten, do you fancy the outfit I gave your brother?" Vejita asked with a thinly veiled sneer. Of course, Gohan was oblivious to this.

	"Yeah,  I think he does, why wouldn't he?" Goten asked Vejita. "Oh crap, have I ripped it somewhere already?" Gohan queried worriedly, panickedly checking his clothes for rips, running his hands up and down his scuplted muscles.

	"No, no Oniisan, you look just fine!" Goten re-assued him, flashing Vejita a warning look.

	"I bet he does," Vejita said, pitching his voice low enough that only Goten could hear it. Goten gave him a murderous glare.

	"Alright, great! I'll see you later then! 'Bye!" left Goten's mouth as he ran out the door, snagging his leather jacket on the way out.

	As Goten watched him go, he thought 'Why in the hell was he here?' angrily biting the inside of his cheek.

	Vejita took a step towards the door, then turned his head and paused.
Vejita's voice was pitched low, silky and dangerous.
	"Don't think I don't know who haunts your dreams at night, boy. And don't fool yourself into thinking I can't smell the stench of death and drunken debauchery lingering on you."

	"Don't you DARE lecture me, Saiya-jin no ouji!" Goten hissed, his lips sliding back to settle his mouth into a snarl.

	"He may be the only piece of your father you have left, but he's MINE, and you'd do well not to forget it," Vejita hissed in turn, turning his head dismissively towards the door.

	Goten rushed him, pinning Vejita to the door with a small growl.

	"You bastard half-breed saiyan! You dare strike me?"

	"Don't tell me what is, and isn't mine, old man. You may not live to regret it," Goten growled lowly.

	Vejita sneered, "Maybe you do have more balls then I gave you credit for," and licked his lips with a slow swipe of his tongue.

	Goten let go of Vejita in revulsion. "Pedophile," he spat, turning his back on Vejita and walking into the kitchen.

	Vejita let his door slam on his way out, and Goten grinned. Vejita and he understood each-other pefectly; there were no mis-conceptions between them. All their verbal sparring was just that -- sparring. Vejita was the closest thing Goten had to a father figure; they loved each-other dearly, but showed in their own way.

	They also shared a common goal -- to get Gohan into the sack, as much as Goten tried to deny it at times. It was a sort of friendly implied rivalry between them that no one really noticed, with the possible exception of Piccolo.