Gohan is deemed as a failed project; illegitimate. After being kicked from his home he lives with Vegeta and Bulma at Capsule Corp. Forbidden from even meeting his little brother Goten, Gohan silently watches over the little boy, even after being adopted into Hercule Satan's family. But when Chi-Chi's third child comes of age, she abandons little Goten too. Confused and distraught, the little boy is completely ignored by his mother and Mr Satan, who he believed to be his daddy. He's locked in his room to study, much like Gohan. But even a flaw such as being a demi-saiyan seems to be enough to upset Chi-Chi. Finding his little brother not just fatherless but motherless as well, Gohan decides that enough is enough and finally steps in.

Warning: Massive OOC, including Drama!Gohan and Chi-Chi bashing.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the DBZ characters shown in this story.

"Gohan, why can't you ever meet Goten?" Curious blue eyes met reclusive Onyx pupils.

"Chi-Chi thinks I'm a bad influence." The tone of his voice was sour, but the little boy failed to register it.

"But you aren't. You're cool and smart and strong and really, really awesome!" There was a light laugh, sounding completely forced by the owner. The boy blinked, not quite sure what was so funny.

"I'm glad you think so, Trunks. But you should go meet up with Goten when he gets here; I have to do some work for your mom." Frowning, the young boy nodded sadly and hopped off of the teenager's lap. Chuckling good-naturedly, Gohan ruffled the eight year-old's lavender hair and made his way to his own personal lab to finish up on some paperwork that he needed to complete for Bulma, not really concerning himself with the problem that was Goten, no matter how much he really wanted to.

Being given the position as co-president of the company two years ago had given Gohan an excellent source of revenue, as well as his own private section of the house that consisted of a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, lab, infirmary and office. Generally he would eat with Bulma, Trunks, and Vegeta, but whenever Goten was spending the day at Capsule Corp. like today, he opted to stay in his living area instead, usually using this time to catch up on missed paperwork or lab work. His infirmary was fully stocked, usually containing senzu beans for when he was horribly beaten and bandages for the minor injuries that were often the only things that would remain after a scuffle with Vegeta. He chuckled as he remembered the latest encounter they had; training in the gravity room at 500x gravity; Gohan had aggravated Vegeta to the point where the prince's attacks became slow and sloppy, even if charged with deadly power.

The teenaged demi was always a step or two ahead of the proud prince, however, and had knocked Vegeta out after the full blood landed a particularly nasty blow on his jaw, deciding that the dangerous bout was done.

In spite of the seriousness of it all, Gohan couldn't help but laugh to himself. There was only one person to blame for his life to become a living hell, as perfect as it may have sounded up until now.

Chi-Chi. Just hearing the name made his cheeks flush in barely-contained anger. It had been when Goten was one; Gohan had been studying as hard as he possibly could for the first three and a half years after Cell, trying vainly to satisfy his mother's desires for him to be a scholar. Never had he met Goten then, either. In fact, he had been forbidden to meeting the little tyke since the day the young half-breed had been born. And during those three and a half years, he was locked in his room for eleven of the twelve hours a day studying. The rest of the time was spent sleeping and eating. And even when eating, he was only given human-sized proportions, barely enough to satisfy his rapidly growing appetite.

However, on Goten's third birthday, Chi-Chi had a particularly nasty anger spell. She had stormed into his room late at night and called him an ungrateful, illegitimate child. His mind still shuddered at the thought.

"You ingrate! After all I've done for you and you can't even learn some basic math!" Which was a complete lie. Gohan had a complete understanding of the information, but Chi-Chi didn't see it that way. She smacked the school work and workbook back on his bench

"You stupid, selfish, illegitimate bastard. You even hurt my poor baby Goten. I don't want you here. You aren't even my son- you never have been. Sometimes I wonder if you were born from the devil himself. You and your father both." Gohan had glared back defiantly, anger coursing through his veins. This was the first time he had ever raised his voice to his mother; even all those years in solitude had not broken his kind persona. Never had he felt so broken- she wants to lock him up? Sure. But she did not talk about his father like that. Dead or not, Gohan still respected his father. He learned to cope with his loss, why couldn't she?

"I'm selfish? I'm not even allowed to meet my baby brother. As for my father... he was a man born of a pure heart. He's the greatest man I've ever met! You don't even deserve him!" His voice started out stone cold and quiet but began rising in octaves. By the time he was accusing his mother of whether she deserved him or not, he was practically shouting. He also stood up and rose to his full height, towering over his own mother by nearly a foot.

Chi-Chi was largely taken aback by this. But her glare came back ten-fold, and she went to the boy's closet to pull out a storage capsule.

"Take your things and pack up. You don't live here anymore." Her voice was soft and distant; she left almost immediately afterwards. Gohan stared after his mother's retreating form for a few moments before it clicked. He was being kicked out of his own house. The shock was threatening to surface but he pushed it back down. He could deal with these emotions later. He packed all of his books and clothes, opting to leave nothing behind. If she didn't want him, then so be it. As long as it kept her from ever hurting Goten.

Goten… that little boy was like an angel. While he had never met Gohan, he knew there was someone in this room. And in all of his innocence, Gohan couldn't bring himself to open that door to show the boy who it was. Chi-Chi insisted that there was no one behind the door but Goten thought that maybe it was his daddy, that maybe his father was just sick. Or maybe his daddy didn't want him. Was he bad? Chi-Chi was constantly changing the subject and Goten, perpetually the same as Goku, lost interest quickly. Gohan sighed and willed the thoughts of his father and Goten away, not wanting to face the music. His mother had drilled it into his head that Gohan was a murderer, increasing his own self loathing once more.

He waited almost two hours before checking his mother's stable ki. Good, she was asleep; it made this so much easier. Gohan knew that this would be his only chance to meet his little brother. He tip-toed out of the room silently, the now-full capsule sitting in his pants pocket. He opened the door to his little brother's room, the spiky mess that made up his hair the only thing visible in the pale moonlight. He crouched next to the sleeping form and shook him gently.

"Hey Goten, wake up squirt," He whispered. A pair of sleepy onyx eyes peeked blearily at an identical pair; said pair were swimming in a myriad of emotions. Goten sat up and rubbed some sleep out of his eyes.

"We can never tell Chi-Chi about this, understand?" Goten nodded, still not completely comprehending what was going on. Then it clicked. He didn't know this boy, but he recognized the voice as that from the room.

"You're the voice…"

"That's what she calls it, huh?" Goten nodded shakily.

"Well listen closely, kay Goten? I'm leaving forever now, so you won't have to worry about that voice, alright? Just remember that if you ever are in trouble I'll be there for you little brother." The small child cocked his head to one side, which earned a soft chuckle from Gohan. However, after a quick and silent hug, the older Son was gone. Goten forgot about what happened that night and passed off the idea of a big brother as a simple dream.

But true to its word, he never heard that voice again.

Gohan sighed and leant back in his seat while idly twirling a felt-tipped black pen in his hand. It had been a while since he thought about his own past. As of late he was keeping himself busy instead. But Trunks had a good point; why wasn'tGohan allowed to see Goten now? Was it really because of Chi-Chi? While yes, she played a huge role in his own exile, but Gohan also knew that he hated himself for taking away the little boy's father. The scar on his shoulder was a constant reminder of the guilt that was in his heart.

He went to take a swig of caffeine from his mug when he noticed that his cup was empty. Sighing impatiently, the demi-saiyan went back to his kitchen to make himself some coffee, having quickly grown accustomed to having to stay awake for days at a time, becoming heavily dependant on the beverage.

"No beans? Darn it." He sighed and decided to go to the store. He needed to make a trip anyway, since he was running low on shampoo, not to mention he needed a new tuxedo for the upcoming party. Of course, he could only take part after the dinner, once Chi-Chi and Goten went home and Trunks went to bed.

"Might as well get this over with…" He murmured, throwing on a pair of sweatpants with a button-up white t-shirt. He tossed his brown sneakers on and made his way upstairs, happily noting that Trunks and Goten were outside.

"Bulma, I'm going out, you guys need anything at the store?" Turning around from her cleaning, Bulma shook her head before pointing to the tub of ice cream that Vegeta held in his hand, the elder eyeing him hungrily. The young demi chuckled and nodded.

"You should come too. We'll go get a snack too, on me." Vegeta grunted but turned around to go change. Bulma smiled and turned to Gohan with worried eyes, but he chuckled and shook his head, waving a hand dismissively.

Over the years Vegeta and Gohan had forged a sort of respectful bond. Whenever he felt troubled, the demi would always find himself talking to the prince. Vegeta usually didn't say much, but he was a great listener. And if that didn't end up working, Vegeta would be kind enough to let Gohan beat his ass into the floor of the gravity chamber. After the time studying with Chi-Chi, Gohan decided to maintain his father's legacy and resumed his training, eventually gaining full control of Super Saiyan 2.

"Don't worry about it Bulma, I've come to accept it. If he ever needs help I'll be there for both of them and you know it. And when he's old enough to make his own choices you can tell him about me. I just don't want to get him in trouble with Chi-Chi. It's bad enough that he has to live with that man. And with his new sibling on the way… I'm kind of worried, you know." Bulma nodded and began wiping the oven down, being unusually silent during the two minute exchange, not uttering a single word. Vegeta came back after this and threw his own shoes on, and he was even gloveless for once. As they made to leave, Goten and Trunks came in the front door chattering excitedly. Gohan 'eep'ed and dashed behind the counter. Snorting in what seemed to be a laugh, Vegeta walked past the 'brats' and made his way out the door, pausing for a second while Gohan dashed right between them, too fast for even the two little boys to make out.

"Mum, why's there a really strong wind?" Bulma laughed and waved the question off.

"It's nothing baby, go play for now."

"Oh, um… mum, I forgot to tell you something." Bulma raised an eyebrow and turned around, expecting her son to be filthy. He floated up and whispered something into his mother's ear, much to Goten's annoyance. The little boy huffed and crossed his arms grumpily, angered by the fact that his own mother was forbidding him from learning how to fly.

"Alright, you can go down and get it. Just use my password. Goten, you stay up here for now please." Trunks nodded excitedly and dashed down the hallway, leaving a confused Goten, who uncrossed his arms and blinked twice at Bulma.

"Where's he goin Miss Bulma?"

"He forgot something in a nearby lab." Goten blinked and nodded.

"Just go wait for him in his room, alright kiddo?" Goten smiled and strode down the hall with newfound purpose.

Several hours later, Gohan and Vegeta returned with a few shopping bags as well as takeout for Bulma and Trunks, Vegeta's face pleasant for once, his own eyes dancing in excitement for the upcoming spar he was going to have with Gohan. Unfortunately, however, they were arriving and Goten was leaving with a young woman.

"Hey Vegeta."

"Brat." Next to Vegeta, Gohan laughed lightly. The brunette turned to the teenager and cocked her eyebrow.

"And who might you be?"

"Another brat." This was met with another full laugh, this one from Vegeta, who smirked and nodded.

"Well, nice to meet you brat, I'm Videl, Goten's big brother." Gohan snorted and shook his head. Videl must have known she wasn't related to Goten but the little boy surely didn't know. For a matter of fact, Trunks didn't know either. All the lilac haired boy knew was that Gohan was always very nervous or quiet whenever he talked about Chi-Chi, Mr Satan, or Goten. Especially Goten.

"What's your problem?" Videl asked, pointing an accusing finger at the boy that had all of the bags, his face more or less still hidden from view. Gohan scowled and smacked her hand away with a few fingers.

"Don't touch me." Without even bothering to answer her question, he stormed inside. Videl sighed and shook her head, studying Vegeta in the meantime. There was something in the prince's eyes that she didn't recognize. Was it pity? Her brow wrinkled in confusion before the saiyan royal turned to her.

"You two should head home. Also, if you ever meet that brat ever again, don't expect him to be so nice to you." Vegeta knew very well that Gohan was fuming and he also knew he was going to pay for his promised spar in the morning in the form of a few fresh bruises. Videl nodded slowly and made her way back through the gate. Vegeta huffed and returned inside before dumping the extra food on the table and changing into his royal blue gi. He rapped on the main door to Gohan's room and waited for the teenager. Gohan opened the door slowly to gaze at the Saiyan prince before throwing it wide open, both of the Saiyans itching for a good spar.

Clad in his traditional purple gi that he adopted after the Cell Games from Piccolo, Gohan was the first to leave to start their sparring session in the chamber that was located outside, compared to the one that was indoors.

Punch, kick, block, dodge, punch, punch, dodge, kick. Gohan kept the steady rhythm between him and the prince for some time before Vegeta decided to strike some conversation.

"You need to learn how to control your temper brat." Gohan mentally shrugged and blocked another one of the prince's blows.

"I control it just fine Vegeta." Vegeta snorted, but quickly doubled over from a punch to his gut. Gohan hopped back a few feet and crossed his arms arrogantly, his pose surprisingly similar to a certain prince's.

"Considering what I've been putting up with for my entire life I think I'm doing just fine." The prince recovered and leapt back at Gohan, the two of them becoming a tangling mess of legs and arms.

"Maybe so but you'll break at some point. You're still half human." Gohan frowned and nodded, his own limbs acting purely on instinct at this point as he spoke, contemplating about what Vegeta said.

"Yeah, but you have problems keeping your temper in check too. And you're a Saiyan," Vegeta growled and landed a nasty punch on the teenage demi's cheek. "And a grumpy one at that." He added, laughing. Vegeta grunted and threw a roundhouse kick that Gohan caught. Pleased with the current situation, the younger flipped Vegeta so that he landed roughly on his back. He instantly pounced on his elder and held his long fingers to the Saiyan's neck, grinning like a madman.

"I win." He beamed brightly and stepped out of the gravity chamber, followed shortly by a growling Vegeta.

It was nearing midnight after they had finished their spar and took separate showers, before meeting back in the Brief's kitchen, Gohan's arrogance from earlier having worn off. He pulled out a few ice cream bars from the freezer before tossing some of Vegeta's favoured ice cream towards the Saiyan. He caught the tub and spoon reflexively, settling down in one of his chairs, Gohan seating himself at the other end of the room. They turned a movie on and sat in dubious silence.

An hour and a half of silence later, the movie ended. Gohan stood up and stretched pleasantly, getting rid of the kinks that assaulted his body. Vegeta grunted and threw his half-eaten ice cream tub back in the freezer. Apparently, even a saiyan could get brain freeze from having too much Cookies 'n Cream ice cream.

Gohan chuckled at the thought, not to mention the sight of ice cream smeared all over the prince's face and threw his own wrappings in the garbage before bidding Vegeta a good night. The royal gave him a two-finger salute before making his way down to his own room where Bulma was unsurprisingly snoring her life away.

Flopping down on his own comfortable bed, Gohan stared blankly at the ceiling. Today had definitely been unique. Sure, Goten came over often enough, but Gohan was usually more careful than that. He supposed a part of him was still bothered from having to hide from the young boy and Gohan was starting to get tired after doing this for over two years. Sometimes he would float high above the clouds of even just on the roof of Capsule Corporation and would watch longingly at the innocence of his little brother.

His little brother that knew nothing of him, of course. He sighed and closed his eyes, allowing the darkness of sleep to overtake.