Lucky Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Z or GT. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to post this thing here. But this story is mine, and only mine. So leave me alone and read. (^_^)
Author's Note: First off this is my first fic so please be kind. Thanx! BTW~.~ means some ones thoughts
He paced about the chamber, his heavy feet managing to make imprints in the marble floor. Already he had ground his path into dust. His mother sat miserably in a chair at his feet, sobbing for his temper, his strong headedness. He had refused to hear her story, his father's had been enough for him to do such damage to the palace. He was prince Trunks, heir to the throne of Vegeta-sei, fool hardy and head strong, too proud for his own good. And just like his father too. That only made things worse. An now he stood here, pacing, the royal emblem on his breast tarnished and worn by the marble flakes. ~And now I have to get his armor redone, it was his best.~ Just another worry to her infinite list
He was stressed at the news his father had told him; he would have to take over the throne while his father was away on a trip to Earth. ~Being the insolent boy he is, he will ruin everything.~ his mother had no faith in her son's abilities, ~he only knows of fighting and warfare, what good will this bring us?~ His father, on the other hand had left with a smirk on his face, he knew he shouldn't have told the darn woman anything, but oh well, hat good would it do him to lie to her. The bond let her enter his mind, at that thought however, he shuddered and his wife stopped her sobbing for just a bit to look at him walk out of the door. ~Men.~
"I simply can't believe this, I cannot believe this..."Trunks chanted as he paced. ~Lucky me, lucky, lucky me.~ With no knowledge of politics or government, his father had left him to guard, the planet. Insane, mad, ludicrous, he just couldn't believe this was happening. "What would father want on Earth anyway? Not like it has anything to offer," he couldn't help but wonder. He looked around the room, at his sobbing mother, the servants staring intently on the worn and scarred marble, and then at the door. He had to leave, before he wore a hole through the floor. With a final "humph" he stormed through the open door and down the empty corridor.
He needed to vent, to release his anger. He ran to his quarters and in them through a massive metal door. He had reached his personal gravity room, he set the gravity to 50,000 times normal. Even his father had been surprised when he found out he could set it so far, but that's another story. He, without sparring partners, had to depend on his mother's inventions. He sent them out in swarms. He dodged their lasers with grace and his movements seemed planned and well practiced. He dealt with them deftly, turning thoughts over in his head as he turned quickly to one side and round-housed one of the small, agile bots. He jumped into the air to avoid several lasers, and turned forming a small ki blast in his hands, releasing it he sat back and watched the nuts and bolts roll from the wreckage, jingling as they rolled. He really needed a sparring partner, those little robots were expensive but were no challenge at all. Just another list for his agenda. "Man, I gotta find a sparring partner."
AN- I hope you like it so far, sorry to leave you hanging but I'll update tomorrow, it may not start out a T/P, but I'm gettin' there.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Z or GT. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to post this thing here. But this story is mine, and only mine. So leave me alone and read. (^_^)
Author's Note: First off this is my first fic so please be kind. Thanx! BTW~.~ means some ones thoughts
He paced about the chamber, his heavy feet managing to make imprints in the marble floor. Already he had ground his path into dust. His mother sat miserably in a chair at his feet, sobbing for his temper, his strong headedness. He had refused to hear her story, his father's had been enough for him to do such damage to the palace. He was prince Trunks, heir to the throne of Vegeta-sei, fool hardy and head strong, too proud for his own good. And just like his father too. That only made things worse. An now he stood here, pacing, the royal emblem on his breast tarnished and worn by the marble flakes. ~And now I have to get his armor redone, it was his best.~ Just another worry to her infinite list
He was stressed at the news his father had told him; he would have to take over the throne while his father was away on a trip to Earth. ~Being the insolent boy he is, he will ruin everything.~ his mother had no faith in her son's abilities, ~he only knows of fighting and warfare, what good will this bring us?~ His father, on the other hand had left with a smirk on his face, he knew he shouldn't have told the darn woman anything, but oh well, hat good would it do him to lie to her. The bond let her enter his mind, at that thought however, he shuddered and his wife stopped her sobbing for just a bit to look at him walk out of the door. ~Men.~
"I simply can't believe this, I cannot believe this..."Trunks chanted as he paced. ~Lucky me, lucky, lucky me.~ With no knowledge of politics or government, his father had left him to guard, the planet. Insane, mad, ludicrous, he just couldn't believe this was happening. "What would father want on Earth anyway? Not like it has anything to offer," he couldn't help but wonder. He looked around the room, at his sobbing mother, the servants staring intently on the worn and scarred marble, and then at the door. He had to leave, before he wore a hole through the floor. With a final "humph" he stormed through the open door and down the empty corridor.
He needed to vent, to release his anger. He ran to his quarters and in them through a massive metal door. He had reached his personal gravity room, he set the gravity to 50,000 times normal. Even his father had been surprised when he found out he could set it so far, but that's another story. He, without sparring partners, had to depend on his mother's inventions. He sent them out in swarms. He dodged their lasers with grace and his movements seemed planned and well practiced. He dealt with them deftly, turning thoughts over in his head as he turned quickly to one side and round-housed one of the small, agile bots. He jumped into the air to avoid several lasers, and turned forming a small ki blast in his hands, releasing it he sat back and watched the nuts and bolts roll from the wreckage, jingling as they rolled. He really needed a sparring partner, those little robots were expensive but were no challenge at all. Just another list for his agenda. "Man, I gotta find a sparring partner."
AN- I hope you like it so far, sorry to leave you hanging but I'll update tomorrow, it may not start out a T/P, but I'm gettin' there.
