Author's Note: First things first, I apologize that this story is unbeta'd. I try to do the best I can under circumstances. Second, I hope you all enjoy this, please heed the warnings.

Warnings: Mentions Mpreg, Heats, violence, Alpha Dominated Society!

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Alpha Royal

Chapter One: Omega

"Son Goten!"

The teacher's shrill voice made Goten cringe even as he sunk low in his chair. An embarrass flush touched his cheeks as the rest of the class snickered, his tail clenched around his waist, as if trying to give him a reassuring hug. It wasn't enough.

In a second his teacher was by his desk, her red tail snatching angrily back and forth as she took a deep, frustrated breath. "How many times do I have to tell you not to encourage your classmates to fight?" In her hand, she gripped the note he'd snuck to Telo only seconds ago. His friend, sitting at the desk across of him, gave Goten an apologetic stare. He hadn't meant to get Goten in trouble, but still his instincts told him to obey the rules and before Goten's very eyes the note had been handed over to Ms. Potama.

For the millionth time in his life, Goten cursed his blood. Still, he tried his best to blink innocently up at his instructor and smile. "But Ms. Potama, I don't understand, we're all saiyans here."

The smile he got as an answer was one a mother might give a simple child, full of pretentious pride and resigned understanding. "Yes Goten, but you know not all saiyans are built the same.. The alpha's go off and pillage planets we use for resources, and we Omega's stay on the homefront."

"Cooking, cleaning, and having cubs." Goten sighed, repeating the same nonsense he'd heard his entire life. It wasn't exactly, word for word what he'd been told, but it a general understanding. Alpha saiyan's were put into training since birth, they were sent on their first mission at puberty, true warriors by their early twenties. Meanwhile the Omega's were kept hidden away in school, where they learned how to take care of their planet's providers. Goten scowled at the unfairness of it all.

Ms. Potama snorted, displeased with his answer, "I know your father is a great warrior and part of the King's council, but that's even more reason for you to take your role as the house Omega seriously. Don't you want to make your family proud?"

Goten bit down on his cheek to keep himself from smiling even more. His answer was the exact opposite of the one Ms. Potama was looking for. He decided to give her the half-truth, "Of course I do…"

The female's dark red eyes gave him a hard stare, "Then please, stop fighting your instincts and listen to instructions. For once in your life. Now," she turned back to the class of watchful Omega's, slowly her immaculate smile returned, "A good Omega will be able to please their other with knowledge of great battles. Let us discuss the battle between Vegeta-sei and the planet Namek."

Half way through lecture a small, folded up note appeared on Goten's desk waking him out of his sleep dazed stare. He looked up to see Telo sparing him a quick look. Quietly Goten's fingers peeled back the paper and read the apology. He smiled and shook his head to let his friend know there were no hard feelings.

He had very few friends at Master Markon's Omega Institute and he didn't want to lose anymore. But it was hard, Goten had never felt the compelling need to please that the other's felt. He'd never felt his purpose was to just stay on the planet.

By nature Omegas are born to be more docile than their Alpha counter parts. They are born with the simple duty to serve, it was built into them. They were saiyan's but they weren't warriors. Instead they were treated like hens in a chicken coop.

The end of class was always a blessing. The bell rang and all the Omega's dutifully bowed before picking up their notebooks and leaving. Goten was shoving his books in his dirt covered backpack when Telo came up. The other saiyan was small for his age, with large black eyes and a small nose. Telo's tail was wrapped in a formal fashion around his waist, showing the slightest bit of pedigree. He wasn't from a family of exceptional fighters, but they were his role as the family's omega son seriously, Telo was one of the class favorites. He was nice to everyone, but was only a true friend to Goten. The Halfling had been the only one Telo had ever spared with, and the only soul he would dare to admit to wanting to fight some more.

"You shouldn't have written that note in class," the smaller saiyan said his lips turned in a pout.

Goten shrugged, throwing his back pack across his shoulder, "Aw come on Telo, it wasn't that bad."

"I felt bad," Telo argued with a pout, "I hated getting you in trouble."

Goten grinned, "Then next time, don't."

Telo's bushy dark eye brows narrowed on the Halfling suspiciously, "Are you sure you're an omega?"

Laughing, Goten pushed his friend out of the room, eager to be free of the classroom's stifling atmosphere. "Believe me I wish I wasn't." he mumbled as they walked out into the warm summer air. The change was uplifting.

Goten inhaled the fresh smell of the outdoors, their town was far from Vegeta-sei's capital. Small, but still large enough to have a good population of both rich and poor. His grandfather had been happy that it had a decent bar where he could meet up with his old war friends. Apparently, living away from the Capital had been his mother's idea. The countryside had reminded her of Earth.

Outside the other omega's were still in the school yard talking and laughing before making their ways home. Goten nudged Telo's shoulder playfully, "So we going to spar today or what?"

"I'm sorry Goten," Telo ducked his head and gave a small sheepish smile, "My parents kind of already made plans for me today. I'm meeting a Suitor…"

Goten's dark eyes rounded, "A Suitor? Wow, isn't it a little… soon for that?"

"Not really," Telo shook his head, "It's almost time for our first Heat and as soon as I have mine the plan is to marry me off."

Goten felt his stomach drop at the statement. The thought of marriage brought a chill down his spine. He wasn't evenly remotely close to ready, but as soon as he had his first Heat his family would have to start looking for a sSuitor as well. A Saiyan Alpha, probably a warrior, who would be doing everything Goten ever dreamed about while leaving him at home.

No way.

Telo looked excited though, there was no doubt he'd been looking forward to meeting with a suitor all day. Goten quickly tried to shake off his own fears and put on a smile. "That's great."

A sharp laugh interrupted Telo's response and both turned to see a group of three Omega saiyans hugging the schools wall. In the middle was a boy Goten knew well. His black hair was a silky mane that ran down his back, and he had pale skin any Omega would dream of. Fahn came from a respected family. A rich mother and a warrior father, he'd been breed and groomed to be smart, respected, and mean.

"Don't look so glum Goten," Fahn sneered, he had a way of saying Goten's name like he was some sort of rodent. It was far from the usual saiyan name, but Goten wore it proudly. It wouldn't be the first time he was picked on because of his bloodline.

Fahn's friends laughed as their leader continued his jeers, "I heard there are plenty of Alpha's who would like a nice omega punching bag. That's pretty much all you want to be right?"

"Hardly," Goten smiled back, "because if my Alpha raised a hand to me I'd knock him on his ass."

The laughing stopped as the bullies realized their comment had been shaken off. Fahn scowled, tossing his black mane over his shoulder, "You'd dare raise a hand to an Alpha? Look at you…" cold dark eyes scanned up and down Goten's disheveled appearance. His father's trademark orange gi hung loosely across Goten's body. Fahn made a face, "You're a disgrace to the Omega title. You Halfling piece of garbage."

"Omega title?" Goten scoffed, "You call it whatever you want Fahn but all you are is a glorified Nanny."

"Why you-" Fahn took a step forward, his anger boiling over.

Goten smirked, realizing he might get his sparing match after all. In a fight, he could beat any of the Omega's in his class. None of them practiced, they were too busy trying to get their future's in order. Fahn knew this too, his didn't move an inch closer as he tried to calm down.

"No wonder your father never comes home," Fahn said as he straightened his composer and smiled, "Why would he want to be in the same house as a son who can't even be a proper Omega."

Goten's eyes narrowed, "You want to repeat that?" His voice got dangerously low, but Fahn continued to smile, pleased that he struck a chord.

"I said-" the words didn't leave him mouth, as soon as he moved to repeat the statement Goten threw his back pack with all his might at the Saiyan's face. Goten saw the moment Fahn realized he was about to be hit, his movements were too slow. The force behind the back pack hit with an audible thump and the Bully hit the ground with a hard smack. The school yard was quiet, even Goten was silent as he surveyed the damage.

A few of the girls shrunk away, as if being even remotely close to violence would make them ill. Fahn's friends looked horrified before quickly bending down and trying to console their leader. Goten felt the hollow hole in his stomach grow.

Chickens, he was surrounded by fearful, vulnerable chickens.

That was all they were, and despite how much he hated them that would never change the fact that he was and would forever be one of them.

An Omega.

Life for Son Goten was very different from that of his father and brother. When Gohan had been his age, he had long since graduate from the Royal Saiyan Fighting Academy, and was off leading his first mission with his a crew of men. When his father was his age, he had been leading the fight for independence against Lord Freeza. Now, at age 17, Goten was coming to an empty home from another torturous session of school.

The young teen sighed as he kicked the door close with his boot. A scrap piece of paper was hanging on the door opposite of him, even from the entrance way he could make out his grandfather's chicken scratch handwriting. Still, Goten tore the note door and stared at it.

'Went out with the boys. Stay out of trouble.'- Bardock

The omega frowned and crumbled the piece of paper quickly. It wasn't anything new, he was use to being alone. His father and brother were constantly out on missions for King Vegeta. Kakorot was one of few third class saiyans to get on King Vegeta's high council. His father and the King's relationship went long before Goten was born. They'd taken over the rebellious earth together, and they'd fought against Freeza's army and won.

The King sees more of my father than I do, Goten pouted as he dropped his book bag to the ground and scourged the house for food. His mother, an Earthling torphy his father had been allowed to keep after Earth, had died years ago. She'd died suddenly of a virus that struck the poorer areas of Vegeta-sei. Since then, Kakorot tried to stay away from their family cottage as much as possible.

Of course, there was nothing in the refrigerator or the cabinets. His grandfather was a great fighter, one the best strategist Vegeta-sei had ever seen, but he could barely take care of himself. Nonetheless a 16 year old halfling. Goten sighed loudly and slammed the fridge.

His grandfather wasn't an awful caretaker. In fact out of all his immediate family Bardock was the only one who Goten felt actually cared for him. His grandfather had raised him since he was seven, after his mother died and his father went to the field permanently. Goten's status as an Omega had always worried his grandfather who had raised three Alpha male sons. When he was just eight Bardock had started teaching him how to defend himself. He was the reason Goten loved fighting. His father had nothing to do with it.

Still, Bardock was a retired Elite fighter, he'd earned his break and spent his days drinking with old friends and reminiscing about the glory days. He'd never signed on to be a full time babysitter for his Omega grandson and Goten could understand that.

Quickly he made a shopping list full of the necessities before heading towards town. Goten hated any of the domestic errands that people expected him to do, but food was something the saiyan race could not live without, and he'd rather go gather of the supplies for dinner himself then starve.

Before he left though, he picked up a small bottle and tapped out two pills. His suppressants. He refused to leave hom without them. Omega's needed the drug to hold their heat's at bay. Goten needed them so he wouldn't have a heat. With the suppressants there was no telling him from any Alpha out there. His scent would be masked, relieving the worry of catching the eye of some unclaimed Alpha.

Swallowing the pills were always a pleasure, a part of him relaxed with the drugs in his system. With his suppressants, he felt normal.

The town was buzzing when Goten got to it, and it didn't take long to figure out why. The King's guards were patrolling the streets walking alongside the city security bot. All the saiyans stared at the new comer's with suspicion as they whispered to each other. Their town wasn't exceptionally large, the gossip would be in every saiyan's ear by nightfall.

Goten didn't spend time listening, he ducked into the nearby market and began to pick up items on his list. Grilled steak and stew was his usual dinner at the house, sometimes noodles were thrown in to give himself some variety. Saiyans weren't the biggest fans of vegetables, but Goten knew that if he wanted to continue to get strong he needed to eat some.

His grandfather needed to eat better as well. The man was at the bars nearly every day of the week. Goten knew the food there, it wasn't enough to completely satisfy a full grown saiyan. Maybe he should stop by after shopping. It would be a too easy to tempt his grandfather home for a meal. Goten wouldn't even mind cooking. The idea of eating alone again just had an unsettling amount of weight to it.

A sudden gasp from the front of the store snapped Goten out of his thoughts. He looked up from the vegetable stand to see two of the Palace guards blocking off the market's exit. The market owner glared at them from behind the counter, "what is the meaning of this?"

The security bot with them scanned the room before its metallic voice rang out. "We are looking for Kakorot."

Goten nearly dropped the potato he'd been holding, his entire body tensed when the bot's one eye fell on him. It repeated, "Kakorot?"

"Uh…er… No," Goten flushed, he knew he looked like his father. His hair fell into an identical style that both his grandfather and father sported, and his large eyes and big ears were nearly the mirror image of his father. He was often mistaken for the man, it happened more and more now as he grew up. "I'm his son, Goten."

He saw the guards look at each other, then down to a piece of paper they had in hand. "Looks like him," the bulkiest of the brutes muttered.

"Everyone knows Kakorot is a bit of weirdo," the other shrugged.

Goten gawked at them, "I'm not Goku, My father isn't here at the moment, can I ask what this is about?"

The security bot made an abrupt beeping noise as its eye flashed a pale blue color. "DNA scan complete, Son Goku confirmed."

"No," Goten made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, "Seriously this is a misunderstanding. I'm just picking up some groceries and-"

"Kakorot," One of the palace guards snapped. He was huge in stature and in muscle capacity, with a large jaw line that made him look very intimidating. Goten froze at the command, his instincts kicking in, screaming at him that the man was an Alpha and he needed to do as he commanded. "Also known as Son Goku, the King requests you audience immediately."

"Okay," Goten snapped back, irritated by the command, "Clearly you're not listening to me. Can I at least tell my grandfather that I'm being kidnapped?"

The guards looked at each other then back towards Goten. Their faces were as hard as stone, annoyance etched in their features along with a look of resignation. Shrugging his slender shoulders, Goten gave them his best innocent look, "Well if you won't let me go to him I'll just have to make my own way."

It was the only warning he gave before powering up. Wind rushed under and away from him, pushing back the security bot with ease. The Guard's expressions remained hard as they both got into a fighting stance. "His highness warned us about this." One sighed heavily.

"Oh he did?" Goten smiled as the adrenaline pumped through him, "Well I hope you came prepared then." With that he stepped forward, breezing past the Security bot and aiming for the tiny sliver of space between the two guards.

The smallest guard moved to tackle him, but Goten quickly sidestepped him and pushed forward. The second guard lashed out to grab the scruff of his neck, his movements were lightning quick, but Goten was small and managed to hit the ground to avoid being caught. The teen kicked out, landing a blow in the other saiyan's chest. He felt the armor crack under the pressure and a jolt of glee pumped through his veins at the contact.

It had been years since he'd against real opponents. Recently Goten had worried that he'd lost his touch, but the skills his grandfather had ingrained in him were still remembered by his muscles.

The first guard moved towards him, and Goten scrambled to get out of the way. In his excitement the teen didn't even realize his tail had loosened from around his waist. It waved behind him, the hair nearly on end in excitement. As Goten focused on the approaching guard he barely had time to sense the saiyan he'd injured as the man reached forward and snatched the free tail.

Goten's entire body froze at the contact. He opened his mouth to a silent scream and heard one of the women in the distance let out a horrified gasp. His captor laughed, "Rookie mistake Kakorot, now whether you like it or not you're coming with us to the palace. Understood?" he squeezed the tail for good message and Goten's legs buckled underneath him. He couldn't nod or even find his voice. He was paralyzed.

The pain of his tail being held stayed even after the guards put ki restraining cuffs on him and marched him out to an awaiting hover car. It was only when they crossed the Capitals borders, far from his home, that Goten shook off the dreadfully numb feeling, only to have another replace it.

He could only imagine the reason why the King would want to see his father.