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Shasti: Please note that this fic is not entirely mine! It belongs to the author- little princess. The author has decided not to continue this fic, so I am continuing it. I may make some changes and add details here and there, but again note that this story was not entirely written by me. But I have permission from the author and every new chapter is checked by the author before posting...

LOVE FROM HELL

Prologue

Roughly the lavender haired youth was pushed onto the auction stage. "Get up there, you pig!"

The boy -well he was hardly a boy anymore, he would be about seventeen now back on planet earth where he had lived his life before the slavery- almost fell as he entered the stage. He scanned his surroundings. The place where he was was full of Saiyans and most of them didn't look too friendly.

A man walked up to him. "And what do we have here, ladies and gentlemen?" he said as he eyed the boy closely. He grabbed the youth's neck and pushed his head down, roughly, a bit so that he could see the number tattooed in his neck. "Ahh, slave number 601.4301. That's a very good one ladies and gentlemen. This one is from planet earth and it's a hard worker. The growth family has trained it and it will do as you please, no objection. It is also."

From there on Trunks heard nothing more. He glanced over the crowd and his thoughts wandered off to his past. To the time when he was first captured. His mother screaming, bruised on the floor, Gohan in chains, Goten nowhere to be found, Goku death, blood spilt everywhere. The boy was only twelve at that time and even though he was strong, very strong, he was helpless. The invaders put a collar around his neck causing his powers to go to a minimum. Ever since that day his life had been like hell and never ever had he been able to use his full power again. If only he could do that, maybe then he could break free. But that damned collar was blocking his powers.

The announcer on the stage started turning the boy so that the buyers could see every side of him. He was shirtless so that his muscles were visible and he wore green wide pants and around his wrists he wore black chains that bounded his hands together. He was all cleaned up for this auction.

Trunks was still blocking out the voices around him, and willingly he turned the way the announcer wanted him to, still lost in thoughts. He only hoped his new master would be better than his last one. It had happened quit often that they'd beaten him within an inch of his life. And the food was horrible. He often wondered if what he got was actually meant to be eaten.

The announcer had stopped turning him and he set him to face the crowd. The bidding had begun. Hands rose and numbers were named. Trunks studied the faces of the bidders. There was an old woman with a sweet face, she wouldn't be too bad, he hoped. There were also two men with scars carved on their faces. They looked pretty tough and he hoped that whoever bought him, they weren't. There was also a younger woman bidding on him and several other men. He knew that someone his age was very wanted. He was young and strong so he could do hard work and he would live for awhile. That's the reason his old master was selling him, for the money.

The bidding still continued and it was now all between the old lady and the two scarred men. Suddenly a man in the back arose. His flame-like hair was unable to miss and his face stood determined. "100.000" he said.

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