Exposure, part 3
By: Chocolate-chan

Wedding plans advanced despite the fact that Goten refused to come near me long enough to help and I refused to help and
neither of us gave our approval. Our parents were both hurt, but I think the four of us considered each other adults and they didn't
ask us a second time.
I sat one day as Gohan and Videl were over, holding Pan on my lap and playing a game with her. She kept trying to convince me
that going out and sparring with her would be a good idea. She came up to my kneecap so I digressed.
"I got this the other day, Pan-chan, want to play with it?"
The door opened and a sullen Goten stood with Bra crying in his arms. I set Pan on the bed immediately and came to him, taking
my sister and pulling her to lay on my shoulder as she sobbed. My hand had brushed Goten's, sending electricity through my
body, but I ignored it and asked him what had happened.
"She suddenly decided that marriage was a bad idea when she realized that my dad would be hers now. They said to bring her up
here." He stood in the doorway, uncomfortable. Pan called cheerfully to him from where she sat with my techno toy.
"What did you say to her?" I asked, as Bra sobbed against my neck.
"Nothing. What was I supposed to tell her?"
I didn't answer him, even though his eyes remained on me. I walked to the window, patting Bra's back and waiting for her to calm
enough to talk.
"Daijoubu desu ka?" I asked her at last, and Bra sobbed again.
"I don't want any father but mine!" Bra insisted. "I want Tou-chan."
"Tou-chan's not coming back," I told her as gently as I could, seeing the new tears that rolled down her face. Her little pigtail was
pressed against my throat as she gasped. I pulled her to where I could look into her face.
"Why did he go away?" Bra asked mournfully.
"He didn't want to go away," I told her softly, even though it was a lie. "He never wanted to leave you, Bra-chan." That much was
probably true. She was always his favorite.
Bra had vague comprehension of death.
"But Goku-san is not Tou-chan," she insisted.
"No, he's not," I agreed. "He's not trying to steal his place."
Bra sniffed and laid her head on my shoulder again.
"He likes you," I managed at last. "He wants to make sure you're taken care of, along with the rest of us. Although, you might
have to take care of him, Bra-chan."
"Why?" She asked, suspiciously.
"Chichi-san is gone too. He's sad. We all need to be strong for each other, but it's hard. It won't be as bad as you think, you
know. You'll get two new brothers and a sister and Pan will be your neice..."
Pan made a happy sound across the room, and if Goten was still there he was silent.
"But you're my brother!" Bra wailed.
"I'll always be your brother. You'll just have more now. You like Goten-san and Gohan-san, don't you?"
"Yeah.."
"Everything will be fine, I promise." Bra seemed to take my promise to heart more than anything else I had said, and she raised
her head and nodded at last. I grabbed tissues from the desk and wiped her face, hugging her for a moment before putting her
down.
Pan climbed down from the bed and the two ran out of the room past Goten, who stood staring at me.
My arms were crossed as I once more contemplated the concept of my mother marrying Goku. They were both gentle; well,
mom was gentle in her old age, and I had no idea how such a marriage would work. Mom would probably be the mean one.
"You're just full of love," he said, and I was unsure of how to take it.
"My sister is important to me," I said after a moment and looked at him; the 'and so are you' hung in the air, implied.
"Before now, I would have welcomed having you as a brother," Goten said at last.
"What do you want me to tell you?" I asked carelessly, shrugging as I turned to the window.
"You tell me a lot of things," Goten said as he stepped into the room and sat on the bed. "I suppose it's time I should say stuff to
you, but I don't know how."
There is no how.. I thought, but bit off saying it because I knew it was not the method of delivery that concerned him.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"We're not going to be very good brothers if I can't even be around you."
"You can be around me whenever you want," I replied just as quickly. "I just didn't think you would."
"That's what you want, isn't it?" Goten asked at last. "You want me around?"
"Of course," I told him softly, watching his reflection in the window as he slumped slightly.
"You want us to be together all the time?"
"I do."
"You want me to be in love with you?"
"...Yes," I said after a moment.
"I've.. been looking for someone like that," Goten said at last. "But I didn't think it would be you. And now that I have it I don't
know what to do about it."
It sounded like he was breaking down. I felt the urge to comfort him, but I didn't think he'd let me.
"I don't know why I'm talking to you. I guess I have no one else to. But I can't offer any great resolution, I just..." Goten seemed
to search the carpeting for the end of his sentance, as though he'd dropped it. "I miss having you around all the time."
I was silent and I think he gave up talking to me. "I'm not ready to give in. I don't know if I will. I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone."
He rose to leave. I think he was startled when I moved and caught his arm. He looked at me over his shoulder, until I pulled him
around and to me, kissing him as gently as possible on the lips, both of us trembling slightly.
"Don't be sad, please," I asked at last as I pulled my mouth from his. Goten looked as though he would cry. "I'm so sorry, this is
my fault," I told him as I reached up to touch his cheek as gently as I had that night when he had slept.
Goten shook his head and pulled away. "Please, don't touch me," he begged as he backed toward the door.
"I'm sorry."
"Just- just stop saying that, okay?" Goten turned and left before I could reply.
"I'm sorry," I said to the empty room.

Gohan took Goten on a training trip. They missed his help planning for the wedding, but Gohan hadn't let them turn his mind away
from spending time with his little brother. They were gone for almost a week, and when they came back they tended to stick
together and talk when no one was around.
In the kitchen, I pulled a can of soda from the fridge as I heard them coming down the hall. They were talking about me.
I looked around and set the soda on the table as I moved to hide behind the refrigerator. I pressed my back against the side and
kept my breathing soft and my ki low as they pulled chairs out from the table with scraping noises. One of them pulled the door
open. I expected to get caught but somehow remained hidden, and heard hisses as the carbonation escaped the cans.
"Tell me once and for all, and tell me good, little brother, what's going on between you and Trunks?"
"Nothing," Goten said, but he sounded guilty.
"That's what Trunks said, and I didn't believe him either. You've been distracted, and for a long time. Even on the trip, although
you were closer to normal there than ever." Gohan waited for a moment as Goten tapped his fingers against his soda can. It was a
habit when he was nervous, so I knew it was him.
"You can tell me anything, Goten." Gohan's tone was encouraging as it had been with me. "I just worry about you."
"Trunks and I..." Goten began and sighed. "I don't know how to say this. One night he and I.." Here I am unsure how Gohan
understood, whether it be from expressions or gestures... Goten wasn't the gesture type so I don't know.
"Ahh..." Gohan said slowly. "Well, not exactly what I was expecting, but it seems to be in the air, right?" Gohan kept his voice
light even though it seemed a little tense. "So does that mean you're...?"
"No," Goten said softly. "He says he loves me."
"Does he?" Gohan asked. He was silent except for a calculated slurp. "I would be inclined to believe it if I were you."
Goten paused. "Why would you say that?"
"Trunks doesn't say such things lightly. And he does love you, always has on some level at least."
True enough, I conceded mentally.
"But you know what I'm saying," Goten insisted.
"Yes."
"Anyway, it's not that I don't believe him," Goten said. "I do. I just..."
"Don't know how you feel?" Gohan asked sympathetically.
"I don't know." Goten was silent for a moment. "He... was crying."
"What?" Gohan asked, a little confused.
"When we.. y'know... he had tears in his eyes. They fell onto my face. I keep wondering... if..."
"What?" Gohan asked, as Goten trailed off.
"Was he that glad to be with me? I mean, did he want to be with me that much?"
Gohan was silent now as well; I was sure he was a little scared with the turn the conversation was taking. After all, this was his
baby brother we were talking about here. Gohan's position always required him to protect his O-touto-chan.
"I can remember how he held me." Goten's voice was so soft I could barely hear. As he spoke the night came back to me, until I
could feel everything he was describing.
"How?" Gohan asked gently.
"He didn't let go of me the entire time. I felt as though..." Goten seemed to hesitate. "As though I'd been gone a long time, but
from now on I could stay there with him forever, and he would just hold me like he did."
I felt a deep ache in my chest. I wanted to see his face as he spoke.
"And is that what you wanted?" Gohan was still patient. It was something so think about, knowing that he had once experienced
something like that for the first time with Videl. I would think after that he would try and keep his little brother innocent. Too late,
right Trunks?
Right, I answered myself wryly with some regret.
"Yeah, I did. And then it was over and I thought, and I... I was scared." Goten admitted this with more hesitation. "No one had
ever touched me like that before him, and I didn't know if it was a good thing or bad, y'know?"
"Yeah," Gohan said.
"But now he keeps swearing that he's in love with me, and he always will be, and when he looks at me I believe it. He always
looks at me kind of begging, like he wants to be near me more than anything, any way I'll allow."
"You know you won't have any options, once Tou-san and Bulma-san are married." Gohan is still calm, amazingly enough.
"At first I was glad of that, and I would have told them 'go right ahead,' only for some reason I couldn't say it with him there
looking at me."
"And now?"
"I don't want to hurt him, even though he implies that he won't be hurt either way."
"That's like you," Gohan said. "You don't like hurting people. I think you and I both get that from Tou-san."
"Are you saying mother was a dominatrix?"
"I don't know, Tou-san used to tell me these stories..." Gohan and Goten laughed then, and there was some sound of movement
as though one had threatened play-attack on the other.
It was nice that they could joke about it. Goten didn't sound like he was hurting so much any more.
"You do need to make a decision," Gohan said at last. "The wedding is coming up."
"I-" Goten bit back a reply.
"What are you going to decide?" Gohan asked.
"I don't know. When I'm with him there only seems like one thing I can do, but when we're apart I'm not so sure anymore. It's not
a good idea."
"I could tell you that love pays no attention to good ideas. I could tell you that there's always someone who thinks love between
any two people is a bad idea. But why tell you what you already know?"
"Thanks Gohan."
"For what?"
"For listening to me. Thanks for keeping silence for me all these years."
"I'm your big brother. I gotta." Gohan said, and I heard him rise and leave the room.
"That's not true either," Goten said to the room. I heard him set down his can and rise, pausing for a moment before leaving the
room. Did he know I was there? Does it matter?
I wanted to sit, not think. I moved slowly up to the stairs, and climbed them. Goten was in my room. He had been waiting for me.
"Goten.." I began, but he shook his head.
"I just..." Goten let me approach him, looked up into my eyes. "I had to see you. I had to see your eyes again."
"What?" I asked softly.
"I want to see your eyes the way they were that night, when you told me you were in love with me." Goten swallowed and looked
up at me, his eyes slightly pleading.
I felt my heart skip, and I swallowed too as I looked at him.
"You don't believe me?"
"I need to see it."
I took a breath, looking steadily at him.
"Tell me you love me, again."
"I do, Goten. I love you more than anything." My hand reached for his and caught it, but he didn't return the grip, looking steadily
up at me. I drew another step closer and another, and looked down directly into his face as I took it in my hands.
"You do, don't you."
I nodded slowly. "I told you, I always will." I kissed him as I had the last time, slowly, a brush of the lips, then I pressed my mouth
lightly to his. When Goten's eyes slipped closed I let my tongue taste of him again, longing for the flavor of him against my mouth.
Goten's mouth opened without hesitation, and I kissed him fully, pulling his body to mine and licking the inside of his mouth, and
his hands moved to hold onto me.
I made a small sound as the kiss ended. "That was where you scratched me up that time."
"I'm sorry," Goten said a bit sheepishly.
"I forgive you," I told him with the smallest of shrugs. His eyes were wide as he looked closely at me.
"What does this mean?" He asked after a time.
"I was going to ask you. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying... no one's ever looked at me like that. I think... I think I like it."
He tried to go on. "You don't have to say anything," I told him, interrupting him with another kiss sweeter than the first, and after a
time we fell to the bed together.

He slept for a long while after we made love, held close against me. I laid my head on his, where it was pressed into my pillow,
and listened to him breathing. My arms were around him, one hand on his chest, counting heartbeats. I don't think I've ever
known such contentment as just lying close to him and being able to hold him. It was all I needed.
I thought about him for a long while, deliberated telling him that I'd overheard his conversation with his brother. At last I decided
that later would be better, if indeed it was relevant at all. I closed my eyes and continued to think about things.
Goten, I reminded myself after a little while, was going to be my brother. I know our parents would be far less than understanding
about this then. We had to say something. I had to make sure that this would be alright, that we could be together. After all this...
The muscles in his back tightened, against my chest, and after a moment he turned to where he was facing me. I tightened my hold
again once he stilled, kissing him lightly.
Goten's eyes opened as I drew back. "Nice way to wake up," he murmured.
"I'm glad you think so," I returned, still a little uncertain of how I should behave. He had never said...
"No time to be shy," Goten said as he moved close to me. I was more than a little gratified. "You weren't shy before."
"I'll try to meet your expectations." I saw him smile slightly and sigh.
"What changed your mind?" I asked. Even though I had heard it, I didn't understand.
"You mean you don't know?" Goten opened his eyes halfway and peered at me. "I knew you were there. Gohan didn't. So don't
feel too bad. I just know you."
"I'm sorry, I meant to say I heard-"
"I'm sure you meant not to hide behind the fridge too," he teased.
"Can we let it go?" I whined.
"I guess."
"We have to say something," I told him. "That is..."
"What? That is what? That is if I love you?" I couldn't help but nod as his hand touched my cheek. "I guess I do," he said,
sounding a little surprised.
I could only look at him.
"Don't give me that expression, we don't have time to do this again," Goten said as he rose with a small groan. We took a shower,
and dressed before heading downstairs.
I found my mother in her study, and Goten brought his father to the study as well. I mused as I waited that Goku had probably
never been in a room with so many books since the last time he was in Gohan's room.
"Is something the matter?" Goten's father asked with one hand scratching the back of his head as he came in. Bulma put down her
pen as we all stepped inside.
"Goku? What's going on?" My mother looked confused.
"We want to talk to you," I said after everyone was settled, Goku leaning on the edge of the desk as though he belonged there. I
had taken a moment to adjust to the sight, and it was really not overly offensive other than the bright orange gi clashing with the
room.
"I know you have been asking for our approval with regard to the wedding," Goten said, stepping in when I hesitated. "We want
to discuss that..."
Both pairs of eyebrows rose. "What do you mean?" Kaa-san asked. "What about it?"
Maybe they'd accepted that we didn't approve. Well... "I know you don't understand why we wouldn't give it. It's just, that it was
personal, and now that it's worked out we want to explain."
That sounded rational, I told myself with slowly growing confidence.
"What do you mean?" She asked again.
"It's that.. I don't want to have Goten be my brother." That came from me calmly enough, but our parents looked at us like we
were crazy.
"Why?" Goku asked.
"Because..." I couldn't think how to phrase it.
"Because," Goten said. "We're-"
There was a knock on the door. One of the planners for the wedding came through, and to the desk with a small stack of papers.
"Before we go any further with the planning, Briefs-san, we need to go over these with you."
"Can it wait? This is important-"
Somehow she was convinced that it was, probably because they wouldn't shut up. Goku looked at us with his clueless yet
strangely tender gaze. I didn't entirely meet his eyes, but spun away and left the room. I charged down the hall ignoring those I
tromped on, until I heard my sister calling me from where I had passed her. Why am I angry?
"O-nii-chan? Doushita?"
For some reason, I found myself pausing. I turned and looked down at Bra. She smiled vaguely at me, but obviously wondered
what was up. For some reason, I picked her up and tossed her into the air, hearing her giggles, hugged her and kissed her on the
forehead, set her down and went on my way. I didn't feel too much better.
I went out of the house without entirely realizing what I was doing, but I was flying, and the feel of the wind brought me a little out
of the haze of bad mood I had been snapped into. But melancholy set in as it replaced everything else, and I found myself
standing in front of my father's grave.
"Thanks a lot, father! Look what's going on. Can you see? I hope not, you'd probably laugh. Somehow, this is all your fault! Why
couldn't you leave well enough alone? Why Chichi? Why didn't you love us? I'm sorry if I was never good enough for you...
godammit!" I fisted one hand in my hair. "I was always just your second-class human son anyway, right? I was weak, I was
emotional. I wasn't a prince, much less a Saiyan prince! Fuck!" I think something behind my squeezed eyelids must have
overloaded. There was a flash of light brighter than a flash bulb or an orgasm or any other blinding sensation I'd ever felt as pure
pain washed through my skull.
I think I remember soft soil under my knees, but my world tilted alarmingly as I tried to breathe without passing out or throwing
up. "This isn't even about what it's about any more, is it? This is about you and me and mom." This came out softer, my voice a
rough croak. "What there was. Did you ever truly care?"
I waited for some divine signal to alleviate my doubt, but that department of heaven or hell must have been busy because nothing
happened. Reminded me of a movie. "Lord, if you agree with me, give absolutely no sign." I laughed to myself.
"I'm losin' it!" I declared to the graveyard. "I'm a fuckin' psycho! Thanks Dad, if anyone asks I'll say it was genetic. Probably was
anyway." This last was muttered. "If you weren't dead I would kill you."
"Well then, why didn't you stand up to your vaunted beliefs and preachings of integrity and honor and shit? You couldn't come out
and say we didn't matter to you? What were you afraid of? Me? I could never beat you. Mother would cry. Bra's probably
scarred for life even without knowing what dirty deeds you were up to. I don't even really know either. Thank god."
I thought I heard my words echo. I had never realized how cynical my voice could become. Wonder which parent I got that from.
No wonder Goten had a hard time feeling anything for me.
"Goten..."
Would he, was he ever, at one point would he be angry at me? My father stole his mother from his father, or however the hell you
want to say that. I was a little too pissed to care. Why was I pissed? I wasn't pissed before. When mother asked if we could
'continue the conversation later' I think I felt pretty lost. Why? She had brushed me aside her whole life, so it couldn't be her,
right? Was it Goku? That look, that painful reminder of where things had come to? Come from?
I guess I was a little annoyed that she made things difficult.
For some reason I wanted to get out of that graveyard more than anything. But my eyes read it again and again- "Vegeta"...
"Vegeta"... "Veg-"
Would anyone ever remember him? At one point in his life I'm almost certain he was faced with god-like status. He acted like it,
anyway. He was dead and no one cared but me. And did he care for me? If someone asked, I did not have the grounds to say
yes, although I suppose the fact that he was my father might have mattered somewhat. My mother would tell me, and people
would tell me when I asked, how had Vegeta acted toward that version of myself that had visited long ago?
I heard mostly that he acted as though he had hated that guy, but for some reason his death mattered to my father. If he felt, even
though he didn't show it, for this person simply because he was his son, what did he feel for me? I liked to think he knew
something of me and it mattered, but at that moment I guess I felt as though nothing mattered anymore.
I wonder briefly how he knew where I was, but Goten comes to me and pulls me back, leaning against him. Did he hear any of
that? I wonder.... I leaned back, feeling pain pound my skull as Goten held me. I love him. My father had all but despised him.
That alone should be enough to determine the course of my future in regard to how I considered my father.
I turned my head into Goten and inhaled, his scent robbing me of energy.
"Why are you upset?" He asked me. "You wanna talk about it?"
How could I form words for that? I opened my eyes and tried to think of something, anything. Goten held me a little tighter when
thought left me. "I guess I'm just angry with him. I'm not sure what brought it to the fore. I don't understand how everything came
out this way."
"Are you mad 'cause of what he did, getting a divorce and all?"
"Maybe..." I said. "Either way I guess I gotta take care of them, huh."
Goten cupped my chin and pulled my face to look into his, studying me. After a long moment, he kissed me on the lips softly and
said, "You were every inch the man of the family even before your father died. And I think he knew it."
"What would I do without you?" Goten dropped to one knee as I said it, readjusting his hold on me.
"Go crazy?" He suggested.
"Yeah." After a moment I stood and brought him with me. "I don't think this is very healthy for me."
Goten stood to the side as though he had thought of something, one arm holding onto his elbow and the other on his chin as he
faced away. When I asked him what he thought of, he shook his head and took off into flight.
Following him, I wondered, then decided maybe he would let me know later. I caught up with him quickly and threaded my arm
through his around his waist. Goten turned himself upside down with a smile and held onto me. This play was fun.
I kissed him on the cheek, but when I pulled away he was concentrating. "Now you have to tell me what's wrong."
"You made me think of something my dad told me," Goten said after a moment of trying to get the words in place.
Goten sat on his bed, in his room. He knew he father would come in to speak to him, so wasn't surprised at the knock on
the door. "Come on in, Tou-san."
Goten noticed that his father looked a little preoccupied as he came and sat on the other end of the bed. "I guess you
have some questions for me?"
"No," Goten said, looking away. "No questions."
"I'm not talking about function or incident. How do you feel?" That was something that struck Goten odd. His mother
had never really asked him how he felt, unless he was sick or something.
"I really don't know, Dad. How am I supposed to feel?" He was upset, with everything between himself and Trunks and
then this to add to the complication.
"I wanted you to understand," Goku said, scratching his head as though for the first time really feeling his inability to
communicate on a deeper level. "All I've done in my life is fight. That's how I met your mother and that's about the story
of our lives together. I guess that's the same with me and Bulma too, only after a while we didn't fight anymore. But a
martial artist needs something to protect, you understand? That's why a family is important. And friends."
"You have stuff to protect," Goten argued, but didn't bother to point any of it out.
"You can take perfectly good care of yourself, you know, until it comes to cooking. But anyway," he ignored Goten's
expression, "Gohan has a family to take care of himself. I just don't think I can go the rest of my life without anyone."
"So you don't love Bulma-san?"
Goku seemed even more troubled by the question. "In the past, she's always been something I needed to protect. If it
came down to it, when we met, your mother could take care of herself as well as you and your brother when he was little.
Y'know, till something big and powerful came along and all."
"You're confusing me," Goten said.
"Me too." But for some reason, the atmosphere was clearer. "Good night, Goten."
"I don't really understand what he was trying to tell me," Goten said to me as he pulled himself away. "But the whole thing bothers
me, thinking about it."
It was starting to rain. I looked up and watched the clouds, spinning to do so for a moment, and turned back to Goten. "Wanna
race?"
"Sure!" And he was off before I could say anything, taking a cheating lead, and I pushed myself to speed after him and catch up
to him. When I caught him I tickled him like the dirty cheater he was. Goten giggled helplessly and held onto me. We set down in
the back yard of Capsule Corp., and already being wet, I took a moment to look around and think. Goten went in.
I looked up as I sat on the veranda, that silly little wood thing mother drank her morning coffee in sometimes. Rain collected on
the latticework ceiling and dripped onto me. The landscape looked gray, but not bleak.
What did Goku mean? I wondered, curious for the millionth time as to what was going on in the minds of our parents. This
marriage thing had come on so fast...
"Boo," Goten said, dropping a towel onto my shoulders. I turned and grinned at him, and he offered me a cup of tea. "You need
to come in. It's cold out here." I could see where he was saying that, since he had gotten rid of his wet shirt. I didn't reply and he
stood next to me with his arms crossed. I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him to sit with me. I raised my cup to his lips,
coaxing him to drink. The tea was hot, and he shivered slightly. He moved a little closer to me, and his hands covered mine as he
took another drink.
I took a drink and returned it to him, murmuring, "If you're so cold, I bet I could warm you a little..."
"Trunks!" he scolded. "Come on, come in." I let him pull at my arm and I stood, pulling the towel up over my head, beginning to
squeeze the water from my hair with one hand as we walked. There was a sudden sound, a groaning whine that filled my
perception, and I realized it had been there before but I hadn't noticed.
Goten paused as well, looking around. "My god, Trunks, look!" He pointed. I pulled the towel down from around my face.
There was an old tree in our backyard; a massive old tree that was starting to rot through. It was expensive to get people in to cut
it because of its size, so mom had put it off. This tree was tilting, very slowly, sodden with rain so that it was weak and heavy, the
inside soft. Without so much as a hesitation it plunged down straight into the veranda at a frightnening speed, filling the air with
deafening cracks of splintered wood. The top of the tree hit the house, busting a hole in one wall.
Goten stood frozen beside me. There were shouts inside, and a moment later my mother and Goku ran out to see what was going
on.
"What the hell!?" My mother gaped. "What happened?"
That should be obvious, wanted to force itself from my mouth, but it was frozen until a thought occurred to me. "Twenty
seconds earlier and we'd be dead."
Goten looked at me, his dark eyes a little frightened. It was illogical, but so was I.
"Please.. don't say that!" Goten caught my sleeve as Goku looked at us in stupification. "You make it sound like someone's out to
get us all!"
Killed in couples.... "That's crazy, Goten. It's just... really weird, is all..." I trailed off, shivering slightly.
There was a thin wail from somewhere, but I instantly recognized it as Bra, and looked up toward where the tree had struck the
house. I took to the air, with Goku and Goten right behind me. The tree had struck her room, and I managed to worm in through
the hole to her. "Bra-chan!"
"O-nii-chan!" I discoverd her trapped under a tree branch. I tried to lift it, but it was rigid; tried to break it but it was too thick.
"Here," Goku was suddenly right behind me, and he reached under toward Bra and took her hand. He teleported them across the
room, and when they came out again he was holding her, one bloody leg dangling. I winced but tried to press it down.
"It's not so bad, Bra-chan... we gotta get some help for you, though." I went out of the door to find the phone in the hall, but then
I realized that Goku could do that too. I popped my head back in. He was gone.
Goten slid more easily through the hole than I, and he brushed himself off and smiled at me. "My Dad's good like that."
"Shut up," I said, and he grinned. "Let's go."