(Warning: Drugs, violence, swearing. Has a very Trainspotting, Basketball Diary type theme. This is completely different universe. No Saiyan-Jins. For plot purposes, Goku and Vegeta were born onto our planet. Ages are all different too. Trunks: 17 Goten/Marron: 16 Bra: 13 Pan: 12. Enjoy)

1

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed insurance mortgaged payments. Chose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a tree-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of cucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mindnumbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose Life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

"I love you."

She mumbled as she nuzzled up closer to him. She had long brown hair, black eyes and an amazing body. She was a real catch, truly. But his mind was far away from thinking about her as they leaned against the tree.

"Stop saying that," he mumbled annoyed, he brushed back some of his black hair and looked around expectantly.

He wasn't too bad looking himself, short black spiky hair, black eyes, but there were better looking, so it had always been a true mystery as to why they were dating.

"What?" She asked calmly.

"Stop saying that," he repeated again.

"Stop saying I love you?"

"Yes, stop that."

It wasn't that he didn't like her, no, he really did like her. He didn't love her though. He never had, he always though she was beautiful and always, always liked her company. But truly... he didn't love her, and wasn't too sure why he was dating her.

"Fine then..." she mumbled and stood up.

"Where are you going?" He asked, not bothering to move.

"I'm going home now Goten," she muttered, not bothering to stop.

"Paresu!" He called after her, but she didn't stop, she didn't even acknowledge him anymore. "Ah shit..."

It was ok if he didn't want to date her, but it wasn't ok that he was acting like an asshole to her. But after what she had said...

"And people wonder why I don't date you," a monotone voice came from above Goten, he looked up and found the smiling face and purple hair belonging to Trunks.

"That's not the reason I don't date you," he replied, glaring at his best friend.

Trunks grabbed the branch and swung over, landing gracefully on his feet beside his best friend.

"Sure it is, I know you love me," he proclaimed watching Paresu go.

"Don't flatter yourself," Goten mumbled and buried his face in his hands.

"What was that all about anyway?" Trunks asked now sitting beside him, he just couldn't stay still.

"I don't think I wanna date her anymore," he confessed.

"Are you insane?" Trunks asked, calmly looking at Goten like he very well was insane. "My friend, you will never find another person willing to date you... especially not a girl so... well... mmm... you know."

"I know, I know. And I know this is crazy, but she said she loves me."

"So, say you love her back and you'll get la-"

"Trunks!" Goten said hitting him. "It's not about that!"

"Then what the hell is it about?" He asked rubbing his head, now officially annoyed with the younger boy.

"You know we went to that party with Marron last month, right?"

"Yeah... oh man..." Trunks smiled. "You didn't!"

"I did."

Goten let his head fall back on the tree, it hurt, but he didn't care. He felt like an asshole right now.

"Well aren't you the slut!" Trunks proclaimed hitting him ever so playfully on his shoulder. "You slept with Marron…"

"She's pregnant."

"Wha...?" The colour drained from his face.

"She's having a baby. My baby… She wants to have it."

Trunks continued to stare at his friend rather shocked. Goten was busy hitting his head on the tree trunk.

"And Paresu doesn't know right?"

"No... I should tell her..."

"NO!" Trunks yelled grabbing both of Goten's shoulders and looking at him fearfully. "Just break up with her. It will save you a world of fucking trouble!"

"I can't lie to her-"

"You're not lying! You're simply not telling!"

"Trunks-"

"Take my advice," he said forcefully.

"And you're such the expert..." He said and Trunks let him go.

"Look, I've been through enough of these things to know that no good comes from telling the truth. Simply tell her that you don't wanna date. Wait a couple weeks and then date Marron. But never, ever tell Paresu you started dating again."

"Why should I listen to you?" Goten asked looking away again.

"Because you know I'm right."

"There really isn't any other way out of this is there?"

Trunks shook his head and said no. Goten sighed, what had he gotten himself into?

"Look, I'll give you a drive home," Trunks muttered standing up now he held out a hand for Goten. He took the hand and soon the two boys were walking to Trunks' car.

Trunks always gave Goten a drive, but he always felt like he needed to remind the younger boy. Maybe he didn't think Goten was able to remember something small like that... maybe... just maybe...

Good old K.C.V.I, the local High School that they attended. Goten, Trunks and Marron all went to the same school. Pan and Bra attended Vanier, the Junior High on the third level. They all lived a fairly normal life, ya know, eat, sleep, insert individual favourite hobby here.

The three of then were in Grade 12, getting ready to graduate in a handful of weeks. Goten's little sister Pan and Trunks' little sister Bra were only in Grade 7 though... simply the beginning of their problems.

Summer Vacations were just one month away, the freedom could be smelt in the air, but until then they had to endure.

They walked to the back of the school were the parking lot was situated, not too many people were left. Trunks had been held after school for something or other he had done in the past week. Set off those cherry bombs in the toilet, getting in a fight, vandalism, etc.

"Well if it isn't the lovely couple!" The two shuddered and turned around in unison to come face to face with Yakuzai Noroi (Zai) and his lackeys. They weren't the most popular kids in school, but Zai was. "Out for a walk I see?"

He was your average jock, he had the school boys rugby jersey on and wore kahkis. They all wore similar clothing. He had short blond hair and they all had the same haircut. Whether it was blond, brown or black, it was spiked at the front.

"Just don't say anything," Trunks whispered to Goten.

"You mean ignore them?"

"Yeah."

"Then why did we turn around?"

"Whispering sweet nothings to each other I see," Zai said and walked forward, the two boys tensed, ready to fight. Zai took hold of some of Trunks hair in his hands and began to absent-mindedly play with it. "You two are so gay it makes me sick."

"At least I don't play with guy's hair," Trunks' mumbled under his breath, but Zai heard. He brought his knee up and it impacted Trunks' stomach.

"No, you fuck other men." Trunks doubled over in pain, gasping for breath.

"You asshole!" Goten yelled and punched Zai.

Zai stumbled back and shook his head to regain his senses. He then whipped his mouth, blood coming off onto his fingers.

"You fucking fag."

His lackeys were suddenly on the two, pounding the shit out of them. They fought back, and fought back well, but not well enough. They were still overpowered.

"What the fuck is going on!" A woman's voice came from behind them putting the assault to a halt.

Everyone turned around to see Paresu standing there, her arms crossed and she was glaring.

"Ah, Paresu, we were just-"

"Save it for mom," she mumbled walking over and pushing past his lackeys. He let go of Goten's collar and let him fall to the ground gasping for breath. She moved past some more lackeys and dragged Trunks to his feet.

"Paresu, this is really none of your business."

"It is when you beat up my boyfriend," she shouted back.

"Look-"

"No! You look! I don't care about what you do at school, but when you start hurting the people I love, it crosses the line."

With that she stormed off, Trunks and Goten in tow.

"How the hell do you hold that kind of power of him?" Trunks asked, bedazzled by her powers.

"He's my brother, I'm the one person who can destroy his social life."

"Thanks..." Goten muttered.

Paresu shot him a glance that could kill.

"I should have left you there."

"What?"

"Don't play stupid with my Goten Son. After the way you just treated me..."

"Paresu... look. I'm sorry. Stuff has been going on. In all truth... I... uh... well... you see..."

"Oh just say it!"

"He wants to dump you," Trunks said as he spit some blood out, that wasn't a good sign.

"WHAT!" Paresu yelled, staring Goten down.

"Well... ah... TRUNKS!" Goten yelled at his friend who has too preoccupied with his wounds.

"Don't call to him for help, he's not the one wanting to break up with me after I saved your ass!"

"But I didn't say it!"

"But is it true?"

"Well..."

"Goodbye Goten," she said and started walking away.

"Wait! Paresu!" Goten called after her, but again she didn't pay attention to him. Then Goten turned his anger to his 'best friend'. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"WHAT! I just did you a favour!" Trunks said looking up from his spitting blood.

"A favour!"

"You would have never done it."

"Oh Christ! I could kill you!"

"Then kill me, I'm already half there!"

Goten's face then turned from mad to companionate.

"You look bad man..."

"No shit! Let's go home," he mumbled and started to limp away.

"Fuck that," Goten said grabbing his arm, he directed Trunks to the passenger seat of the car and then got in behind the wheal. He took the keys from Trunks and started the car.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Taking you to the hospital," he said and started driving out of the lot.

"I'm not that badly hurt."

"Spiting blood is a bad thing, now let's go."

Nothing more was said about Paresu, Marron or their injuries as Goten drove to the hospital.

"Where were you boy?"

That was the first thing Trunks heard as he walked in the house. House, mansion, whatever. His mother was rich, his father a martial artist out of place. The two made a good couple though. They were quite alike when you thought about it.

After the hospital journey he had driven Goten home and then drove himself home. They weren't too badly injured. Zai and his lackeys would never beat them up so badly, he just knew it.

"Internal bleeding." The doctor had said to him. "Take it easy for the next few days."

Their cover story had been falling down the stairs at school, the doctor had been reluctant to believe this, but in the end, he had too. Funny how often they fell down the stairs...

The worst injury of the two was his sprained wrist that was now wrapped in gauze, but hey, wasn't bad if he could drive home.

"Goten's house?" Trunks replied his father's question of his whereabouts.

"And what happened to your wrist?" Vegeta asked, now walking down the wall towards Trunks.

"I uh, fell down the stairs." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "I tripped. Not like I can fly or anything."

"Before you learn how to fly, you should learn how to walk," Vegeta answered and began walking away.

"That would be a start." Trunks replied with nervous laughter.

Vegeta just shook his head as he walked away. If he said he fell down the stairs... again... then he fell down the stairs... again. Even though he never fell down the stairs at home, but always fell down them at school. The story wasn't very believable, but he wasn't that interested.

"I have got to think of something new to say for an excuse..." Trunks mumbled ascending the stairs to go to his room.

(Ok, from reading this those of you who know about 'Trainspotting' and 'The Basketball Diaries' are probably wondering why I think this Fic has anything to do with those wonderful movies. They're not Scottish; they're not living on their own getting high every five seconds. They're not in a park shooting dogs asses, nor are they fucking 15 year Olds wow... I make the movie sound so bad, there's no basketball. And Marron being pregnant is the only thing that kinda works in there. Well, wait a bit. This Fic doesn't follow 'Trainspotting' and 'Basketball Diaries' plot, but it follows its theme. Heroin. Angst. Finding your way in life. This Fic is gonna follow Goten, Trunks and Marron's life for the next 7 months and maybe backtrack sometimes with flashbacks. I'm estimating 10 chapters, but, I know not for sure. By the by. Zai, he is real, his real name isn't 'Zai', but he exist. And though he tried to act tough, he's never beaten me up once, it was always the other way around. So maybe I'm making him better than he is. Anyhoo, sayonara)