This fic is an AU, so please no flames about people being out of character. There will be a lot of suggestiveness, violence, and sexuality in this one, so you have been warned.

Usual Disclaimer Applies.

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The Ties that Bind

"Sire, we must act quickly," Nappa said to Vegeta as they walked through the halls of the castle as it shook from the force of various explosions outside. Vegeta turned to his mentor and snarled. He has been by his side since he was a small child, but now that he was King, he felt Nappa's role was utterly useless. "I know how we must act. We have been here before," he said with spite. Nappa stood at attention, trying to maintain his composure. "Sir, I am only doing my job. If you had listened to me we could have avoided this attack!" Vegeta raised his brow. "How dare you speak to me like that? I should have your head for that comment. Continue to test my patience and you will be sorry." He then turned around and continued to the Military Tactics, leaving Nappa behind. "One day, you will regret your words, Vegeta," Nappa thought to himself. As he turned around, he saw the Prince and the Princess run across the hall. They were fitted in battle armor. Nappa smirked. "Those idiots never seem to learn," he commented to himself as he headed back to his quarters.

"Brother, I don't think we should be doing this," the female Saiya-jin said, keeping close behind her brother. "Father will have our heads for this if we get caught." The male kept leading the way. Soon, they came to hallway that led to a heavily guarded door. He knelt down, staying hidden, his sister following suit. "Then we just can't get caught," he whispered to her as he brushed his shoulder length lavender locks behind his ear and peered around the corner. He counted four Elites guarding the door. He looked back at his little sister, who showed no semblance of worry, though he knew it was there. She had tied her pale green hair back into a ponytail so it would not bother her during battle. She looked into her brother's eyes for reassurance and guidance, something she could not find within herself at the moment. "Bra, listen to me. There are four Elites guarding the gates. We can either deceive them or attack. Which will it be?" The young woman stood up slowly and gathered Ki in her hand. She looked around the corner determining the exact location of the soldiers. "Attack," she said assuredly, tossing the Ki towards the door. The Elites scrambled to avoid the blast, but fell short. The pair waited a moment then proceeded forward. The guards would be fine, if they survived the attack from the enemy.

Once through the door, Bra and her brother caught a glimpse of all the weapons that lined the walls. She began looking at foils and daggers while her brother wondered over to the broadswords. "What should we pick, Trunks," she asked her brother. He turned around and looked at the lighter equipment. He picked up a shuriken and tossed it up and down to feel its weight. "Which weapon were you most comfortable with when we trained? Wasn't it this and the dagger," he asked her, handing her the small, deadly weapon. She nodded and fastened it to her belt. She placed a machete in her hostler and began practicing withdrawing her weapons. Trunks then turned his attention back to the swords. He picked up a few and felt them out. One by one, he picked them up, slashed the air around them, and placed them back in their casing. They were either to light or too bulky for his speed. This inadequate equipment cost him many battles. He sighed, disappointed. "These swords here are useless to me," he thought to himself. A figure in the darkness caught his attention. Bra stood next to her brother, preparing to fight. "Show yourself or suffer the consequences" she proclaimed.

The figure came into the light. It was a short, old man, perhaps the blacksmith. He was dragging an object behind him, obviously something very large and heavy. "My prince," he stated humbly, "I believe this sword will suit you nicely." The old man then displayed great strength by handing the sword to Trunks, who looked at the weapon with admiration. The craftsmanship was unparalleled to anything he had ever seen before. The blade was wide, yet very thin. When he turned it to its side it seemingly disappeared. The handle was wide and soft, reinforced with a thick, leather binding. He took the sword and swiped the air next to the old man. After a few seconds, the shelf behind him collapsed, the cut clean.

"Where did you get this from," Trunks asked, still marveling at the sword. The old man stepped forward and pointed to the bottom of the handle. The name "Tapion" was engraved in a gold plate. "I used this sword when I was about your age during the war with the Koola. I made this myself and I have been the only one to use it, partly because I have always been the only one that could handle the sword. I have watched you for a long time and I believe you are worthy to use this sword. Not based on your heritage, but your drive. Use it well, young prince." The old man then slipped back into the darkness before Trunks could thank him. Bra pulled on her brother's shirt and pointed to the door. Some Elites had come to investigate the blast. "Let's get out of here," she said, running toward the doors that led to the outside. He quickly followed and both we out of sight.

Vegeta looked out over his kingdom. He had already fitted himself in his battle armor and waited for his private unit to assemble, which consisted of Nappa, Nappa's son Napu who was a skilled fighter and Chizu, a female Elite and military genius.

"Hurry up, peons! We don't have all day."

The trio lined up behind their king. He turned around and glared at Nappa. "I shouldn't even allow you to fight. You and Chizu fly ahead of us and distract the opposing troops. Napu and I will attack this Commander. Obviously, he is very well respected and skilled, so he must be taken out immediately. This will cause chaos within the opposing fleet, thus making an counter- attack more efficient." Chizu stood forward and spoke. "It is rumored that the Commander may be female, are you going to take that into account, Sire?" Vegeta sneered at the female Saiya-jin and his look disgusted her. "It is impossible for a woman to possess that type of power, even if she has Saiya-jin blood. Plus, no one has ever seen this brat, so that rumor is unfounded," he said sharply. He couldn't stand the fact a female was part of his personal unit, even if she was the top tactical advisor of Vegeta-sei. Vegeta then turned his attention to Nappa, who seemed to be in a smug mood. "Make sure word gets out that my brats are not to leave their quarters until we have won this battle. I'll not have them foil another mission." Nappa smiled slyly and began to power up. "I saw them hurry to their rooms myself. They'll be find, Sire." Vegeta nodded then powered up himself. The others followed suit and proceeded out to the balcony. One by one, they flew into the air and divided into their teams. As they flew closer, they could see a fierce battle being fought on the ground, but no sign of the commander. "He has to be here somewhere," Vegeta thought to himself as he scanned the area. "Perhaps he has retreated," commented Napu. Vegeta ignored him and sped forward, leaving the others struggling to keep up.

On the ground, Bra and Trunks fought the onslaught of fierce warriors. With their armor and helmets on, they're identities remained hidden. There wasn't even a hint of their rank as soldiers on their uniforms. Trunks, with his new broadsword, overcame every competitor. He had slashed his way through the platoon while his sister held her own. At first he was worried about letting her use close-range weapons, but her physical strength matched those she was fighting and her skill was far greater. He admired her. She always seemed to push herself to the next level over and over again. Bra was fighting a low-rank soldier that put up a brave, but ill fought battle. She looked at the man as he fell to the ground and smirked. "Aki," someone yelled not too far away. "You bastard! You killed him," the soldier said as he charged for Bra. She pulled her machete from the pervious victim and clanked metal with her new opponent. He pulled a dagger from his holster and tried to slash her, but she blocked it with her own and hurricane kicked him, which sent him spiraling in the air, then towards the ground. Before she could catch her breath, she was attacked from behind. The blow to her back sent her to her knees. A boot then connected with her side and she fell hard on her back. She quickly popped herself up and eyed her enemy. She felt some moisture on her side and she looked down. She was bleeding lightly.

"Tell me how you like that, bitch," the soldier said smugly. Bra raised her brow at his comment, nearly laughing at his ignorance. "You have managed to draw my blood, but you will die just the same!" She pulled her shuriken out, flung it at the soldier and decapitated him before he could react. She knelt down to his body and pulled her belonging out of the ground between his head and the rest of his body. "Tell me how you like that, you son-of-a-bitch." She then looked around to find her brother, who was stalking his own prey.

Trunks had his eye on a slender warrior for quite some time. She had taken down all who attacked her single-handedly. Her armor showed her to be a general of some sorts, but that made him no difference. She would die just the same. Preparing to strike, he forced his way through the men. Just a stones' throw away, he raised his sword above his head and charged. The general had her back turned, so it would be a clean, one hit kill. As he lunged in the air, she turned around and struck him in the chest. He balled up and fell to the ground. She then withdrew a sword from someone's body and swung for his neck. He was able to avoid the attack and engaged in battle with her.

Trucks eyed his new opponent. She was about his height and slender, the only features noticeable were her curvaceous figure and her rich, deep brown eyes. "What are you staring at," the woman questioned, "You have a death wish obviously, so I must fulfil it." Trunks smirked under his helmet. She noticed his crystal blue eyes narrowing and got into a fighting stance. "I see I am amusing you. Why don't we finish this," she said, unsheathing her own sword. It had a golden blade that was stained with the blood of perhaps many of his men. She looked down at it and pointed it to him. "Your blood will be on it next!" She charged him and their swords clanked together. Trunks was surprised by her skill, but mainly by her brute strength. She handled the broadsword as if it were a rapier, matching his movements. She too was surprised. This was the first real battle she had engaged in all afternoon, and she wanted more. As he blocked another strike, she pulled out a smaller sword and slashed at his leg. He dodged, but she somehow managed to cut him. Infuriated, he powered up and charged forward.

Not too far away, Bra felt her brother's Ki flare. "Oh no," she thought to herself while fighting. "Father will be soon to follow now." Finished playing around, she slashed the neck of the soldier and intensified the search for her brother.

The woman was amused by his display. She too powered up and sped into the air leaving Trunks to follow. Both had sheathed their swords and engaged in hand to hand combat. The woman tried to land a hit, but he was too fast for her. Having enough, she phased behind him and punched him in his back. Trunks then swung around and punched her in the face. She flew back slightly, but quickly regained her composure. She had to remain calm. She could not turn Super Saiya-jin, her cover would be blown. Trunks was having strikingly similar thoughts. No one could find out he or Bra was on the battlefield. In a fit of anger, she charged him and tried for a jab. While he blocked, she kicked her leg straight up into the air, catching him square in the chin. He flew up, then rolled out and placed his hands in front on him. Feeling his Ki rise, the woman then placed her hands above her head. Trunks, preparing to use the Final Flash attack, noticed the woman's movements. "The fool is going to attempt to absorb the attack," he thought to himself. This was to his advantage, since the attack took a lot of charging.

Vegeta felt a familiar Ki, one he should not be feeling. Enraged, he sped into the direction of the Ki, and his unit followed without question.

The woman smiled at Trunks, even though he could not see her amusement. She had heard of this attack before, her grandfather told her of it. She would simply kill him before he had enough time to properly charge for it. The woman cupped her hands and a yellow ball formed in them. Trunks' eyes nearly fell out his head. Only a few people knew how to control their Ki enough to form a Ki attack, and most lived on Vegeta-sei. "MANSENKO," the woman yelled as she hurled the Ki towards Trunks. Caught off guard, he was slow to brace himself for the blast. Out of nowhere, a green blur pushed him out the way before the heart of the blast could hit him. Bra held on to her brother tight as the both spiraled to the ground and landed violently.

The woman hovered over the injured pair, but before any words could be exchanged, Vegeta and his crew came out of nowhere and surrounded the woman. She turned around in shock. She knew she was out-matched. She was skilled, but not skilled enough to take on the King and his unit on her own. That is something only her father or grandfather could do. "RETREAT," she yelled to her troops and they all began to withdraw. Vegeta folded his arms and got in the woman's face. "You aren't going anywhere, Commander. I can't believe this great threat that defeated my…" he paused, not wanting to reveal his children's cover, "…some of my best warriors is nothing more than a woman. Nothing but luck I say. But your luck has run out. You can't run off like a coward, you must fight." The woman phased behind Vegeta and placed her first two fingers in his neck, which had a crippling effect. "Retreating and regrouping is smarter than fighting foolishly and dying," she said as she disappeared from view, leaving Nappa and the other's speechless.

After Vegeta's fit of coughing ended, he stood tall and flew down to his children. Both had just staggered to their feet and were about to flee the scene, but they were not quick enough. Bra had just opened her mouth to explain, but was struck her before any words could be uttered. Trunks pulled her to him, but she did not receive his embrace. She shook him off and looked her father square in the eye. She was a soldier, she had to act like one. "I'll have no words with you. Again, because you two cannot seem to stay out of battles that do not concern you, it cost us another victory. This is not a training exercise…this is WAR! Now we must negotiate with those fucking rebels again. You have ten seconds to get out of my sight before I kill both of you." Both leapt into the air and flew towards the castle. Vegeta reeled around to Nappa, who could barely contain his laughter. "You think this is funny, Nappa? I am the only one that will be responsible for my children's death! No one else!" Vegeta was about to attack him, but Chizu grabbed him by the arm. He turned around and yanked his arm away from her. "I beg your pardon, Sire, but you have more important things to do. We now must decide of we will counter-attack or negotiate." He pushed passed her and began to fly ahead. "I already said we will have to strike a deal with those exiles. Learn to pay attention, Woman." Chizu looked at Nappa with hateful eyes and all followed Vegeta back to the palace.