Baby Daddy

I'm standing in a daze, he had the whole street set ablaze, they say love make's you feel this way. That baby gonna have your smile for sure.

That's how we knew, and so love grew a flower, a flower that is you…

Goten started singing along with the song, nothing in particular stood out. Nothing, for the exception of the gentle rhythm of the song currently playing on the radio. Sade, that was her name the woman who sang with such convection it made his heart flutter, and quite frankly he didn't understand why...but something within him had resonated,made him yearn for something he had given up a-long time ago. Hope.

It's funny how that works.

(Silence)

And as the song ended his mind instantly reflected on his journey, his life, his pain and the constant pieces he tried to desperately tie together... memories, that made him question how he had managed to survive this long. His pain made him understand his mothers pain.

He remembered grabbing on to his mothers face, yelling at her, pleading for her to be sober enough to understand that he still needed her,

"Please mom, look at me. I'm still here. You haven't failed. I know you tried, tried your hardest to be here. But I know your pain wouldn't let you. I know...and I get it. But mom I need you. Be with me"

However, that pain and that trauma caused him to go down that very same path and eventually for him (Son Goten) the pain won as-well.

He was destructive, correction, still was.

But at this moment everything had seemed almost as if it were a flashback, his emotions, the usual fucked up ones weren't currently existent. They were gone. Leaving behind...clear thoughts and a fuzzy feeling.

Yes. He was happy. Weird.

And as he reflected with an oddly clear mind he couldn't help but place his memories into two different types of categories:

The good ones: The dreams and aspirations (the little ones that remain).

The bad ones: Harsh words of a future with no promise.

"HEYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" someone interrupted -the children playing in the background-

"Tag your it!"

One child yelled, as the other children decided to run away from the child who had been called "it."

Such a simple moment appealed to the young Saiyan in ways he had never thought before, the simplicity of the moment made his lips curve in a slight smile but his mind continued to flip through every memory he possessed. Every fucked up memory replayed itself over and over again almost as if it were an endless loop. However, that fuzzy feeling overtook everything bad he had tried to drown out a long time ago.

"Listen Goten: When you start to feel like things should have been better, remember the mountains and valley's that got you here. They are not accidents and those moments weren't in vain. You are not the same. You have grown and you are growing. You are breathing. You are living. You are wrapped in endless, boundless grace. And things will get better. There is more to you than yesterday"*

Gohan always liked to remind him that he was blessed for the simple reason that he was alive. He would speak with such conviction it made him believe that he was special, of-course he couldn't understand the science behind everything he had said but one things became clear, this timeline which had bore a favorable outcome...his life.

In this version of the world (one created by the tempering of Mirai Trunks) he breathed and lived.

He was the only Goten.

Sometimes it made him wonder if that sole reason-that he only existed in this reality- had made his life difficult. Maybe. He had the scars to prove it. Scars so deeply engraved into his skin that it cut through his soul. It made him unstable, made him question if he truly wanted to be alive.

But he was here now. With the new realization that he had forgotten one important piece of his life...his pregnancy.

In a sense, it had become the reason why he hadn't offed himself sometime ago. I know, this is some pretty dark shit. I get it. But there's a lesson to be learned from every struggle and every hardship...maybe that's why the memories were in a constant loop.

It was beginning the journey with the first step: His mother beat him.

And it was a cruel thing to say but that's what happens when your're a product of a broken home. It's so easy to justify her actions because no one ever saw the pain she was in but he (Goten) understood.

They never understood Chichi's pain.

The stress.

The poverty.

They never understood the pain she went through especially when she blamed herself for being a horrible mother.

Sometimes it got so bad, when his mother passed out near the door, he would lay next to her and cry his little heart out, wondering about what he could do to save her. Then Chichi in her drunk stupor would rub his head and ask him what was wrong. He couldn't help but continue his whimpers...he wanted to be older, he wanted to be strong just like the legacy he carried in his blood.

Instead and despite her pain she would reach over and cradle his tiny body next to hers,

"It will be okay"

If he were to describe his mother, sometimes, she resembled hope.

Goten: It's funny isn't it. When everything comes back in flashes

But it's like Vegeta always said,

"BRAT! If it doesn't kill you, it only makes you stronger"

Just moments ago I had given up...used an opportunity to stop existing. Actually, I used Frieza to kill me, to not be here. Just because I couldn't look beyond my pain. But I have a right especially after all those years of trauma. That's why I was destructive because the person I had tried to desperately saved had fucked me up more that I had believed was ever possible. DO you know how it feels to rebuilt yourself from nothing? To have everything that made you, you destroyed and shaped into a pathetic mess of fuckery? ...and yet I'm still here. Somewhere. Alive. And with years of repressed memories.

I'm...

I'm also pregnant. 7 months to be exact.

And not even that was enough to save me. So, yes in my fucked up world one things good came out of it. I understood my mother. I understood how her pain shaped her, molded her into a shell of her old self.

FINE! KAMI! DENDE! GOD! WHATEVER YOU CALL YOURSELF! FINE I'LL LISTEN! BECAUSE I KNOW YOU BROUGHT ME HERE FOR SOME GRANT JOURNEY. SOMETHING I NEED TO LISTEN...

(Baby Kick)

Owww (pout) that really hurts you know. Maybe you want to hear a story?

Goten smiled it seemed like the baby had calmed down. Maybe I should tell you how it all had started, and how you came to be...I can't say that's it's a beautiful story because it isn't.

But fuck, I want to get better for you because I don't want you to live the life that I lived.

Well what do you think. This is my first Truten story. And it's so sad to know that not many people are writing about this pairing. This story was originally for a Yu-gi-oh fanfic I was writing so I'm glad I posted it here…for all other Truten fans….Enjoy

Officially Edited 12/18/2016)