Prisoner of Marriage
Trunks Brief is the eldest son and heir to the throne of Vegetasei. His father Vegeta wanted to have an arranged marriage for his eldest child. Neither Trunks nor his mother Bulma knew of Vegeta's plans. Trunks' father wanted Trunks to marry a Saiyan woman to insure that the Saiyan blood would not disappear further. In the old days arranged marriages were common and they are just as common in Saiyan society. Vegeta didn't have many choices for mates for his son because there weren't many Saiyans left. His only choice was Pan Son. She is the only child of Gohan and Videl Son. Vegeta did not care that Pan was several years younger then his son, the only thing he cared about was if Pan was healthy and strong. Pan Son's family were those of Low class Saiyans so they had no choice but the agree to the demands of Vegeta because if they did not Vegeta would have all rights to kill them. Trunks didn't believe in this practice of arranged marriages but no matter what his beliefs his father was going to force him into it.
Gohan looked at a letter that he had just received from Vegeta. He stared at it with shock as he slowly read every word. " I don't believe this…" He muttered.
Videl came over to her mate. " Something wrong my love?"
" Pan is arranged to marry Trunks….."
Videl's eyes widened in shock. " Vegeta did this?"
Gohan nodded sadly. " It seems we have to let her go…. If we refuse then we will both lose our lives."
Pan walked into the kitchen where both her parents stared at each other in defeat. " What's wrong? Why do you both look gloomy?"
Gohan looked at his daughter with a look of compassion. " Pan… you are arranged to marry Trunks."
Pan was shocked. " I don't wanna marry that jerk!" She shouted. " I refuse I won't go through with it!"
Gohan bowed his head. " I'm sorry Pan… but you must do this."
Pan's eyes widened. " What do you mean papa? Why must I marry him?"
" Because if you refuse to do this then your mother and I will both be killed."
Pan looked as though she was about to cry. " That's just not fair…. I thought this arranged marriage stuff only happened in the past…."
" Apparently….. in Saiyan Culture it has not changed. Arrange Marriages still go on within the Royal Family."
" I'm sorry sweetie…" Videl muttered.
Pan shook her head and half smiled at her parents. " No need to apologize. I know in my heart of hearts that you wouldn't force me to do this if you had any say in it at all…."
Gohan embarrassed his daughter. " I'm happy you don't hold hate in your heart Pan….."
Trunks walked through the corridors of his huge estate. He sighed as he knew he was coming of age to be married. ' Why did I have to born into this family? Why does my family have to be this way? Why can't my father just let me choose my own life? This is my life I should be able to live it as I please.' He stopped in the halls as he approached his parents bedroom but before he did that he walked into the food hall. His friend of many years Goten was sitting at the table having a drink. Trunks smile grew. He had always felt better being near Goten then his father. " Hey Goten…. Long time no see!" Trunks called out.
Goten turned in his seat to make eye contact with his friend. " Hello Trunks…. I see your father let you out of your prison."
Trunks walked up to his friend with a saddened look. " Father hasn't let me out for say…"
Goten's eyes narrow. " Your father miss treats you. He shouldn't get away with all that stuff…."
Trunks sighed. " There isn't anything I can do."
Goten sighed too as he turned around to the table once again. " I heard rumors that your father is planning your marriage."
Trunks' eyes widened in shock. " WHAT!"
" He has arranged your marriage but I do not know to whom."
" Damn him! Why must he do this to me? Shouldn't I be able to marry who I wish?"
Goten took a sip from his drink. " Of course you should be able to marry who you wish but Trunks you are of royal blood. It is part of your family's tradition. There isn't anything you can do about that."
" Well Goten, when my father is gone… I'm going to stop that damn tradition! People should marry who they want and they shouldn't have their marriages arranged like mine."
Goten nodded. " I have never heard more truthful words." Trunks got up and started to walk out of the room. Goten looked back at him with a bit of concern written right across his face. " Trunks, where are you going?"
Trunks stopped in his tracks. He didn't look back at his friend as he spoke once again. " I'm going to have a word with my father!" He said in a cold voice.
" Be safe…." Goten muttered as Trunks left the room. Goten sighed as he turned back to his drink. He stared at it for a few moments. " Kami…. I just hope that Trunks doesn't get beaten again…"
Trunks marched over to his parent's room. As he walked in the halls people bowed to him in respect. Trunks just grumbled to himself as he walked by.
' You snake father…. You treat me like crud…. And now you drop this in my lap. How dare you control my life! This will not go unchallenged.' Trunks thought. He reached the door to the room that his parents occupied. He took a deep breathe before he entered. " Here goes nothing." He sighed. Trunks slowly opened the door.
Bulma was sitting on a large, elegant bed. She looked over at the open doors.
" Hello son…. Something wrong? Wanna talk about it?" She asked in a caring tone.
" I came here to talk to father." He responded.
Bulma cocked her head. " Your father? What do you have to say to your father Trunks dear?"
Vegeta came into the great room light a storm. He narrowed his eyes as he spotted Trunks. " Brat…. You are arranged to marry Pan Son within two months."
" Pan…. I'm arranged to marry Pan Son…. But that's….."
Bulma jumped up from the bed. " How come I haven't heard about this?"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes further. " I have spoken…. I expect you carry out my will….."
To be continued…
Hey everyone. What do you think so far? Not too bad I hope? I got this idea from an English story I read in school…. So I based it on Trunks. I hope you are all enjoying it so far. Please review. Till next time.
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