Please read, before you begin: 6/9/19: I didn't think I'd have to make a comment on this, but I am only keeping this story up for the sake of tracking my progress (and to cringe and laugh at.) I much rather everyone read anything newer as I wrote this all in MIDDLE school. My portrayal of Trunks was very skewed by toxic internet culture and hypersexualization of situations that a 12-year-old girl thought was healthy. My ideas and personal philosophies don't reflect everything that is seen in this fanfiction but I am not one to run from my past and my problematic ideologies from when I was in middle school. AGAIN, if you CHOOSE to read this keep this in mind and choose to see this more of a relic of an unhealthy time in my life and perhaps if you are one of my readers feel free to PM me and laugh with me. It is still hard work and the first story I ever completed. This is a response to a guest, who's review I deleted as I don't take flames/troll reviews/non-concrit reviews. If anyone wishes to discuss the problems in any of my fics please feel free to PM me.

(4/23/15) To Guest: The story you're talking about is the AMAZING story called Trunks and the Saiyahealthian Princess written by the amazing Cappuccino Penguin. I did not ever steal any lines from that story. I was actually rather driven by the female lead, I absolutely adored her. However, I do admit that my story is very similar, but, I'm rewriting this story from scratch since I'm not pleased with the similarities of the story with her's (it's sort of rude, but yeah two years ago I saw it totally okay to do this.

Prologue

Gently, there's a tossing and turning; and sulking in the loneliness of the lightened bedroom was a Princess. A Princess, who wasn't ever deemed a life of happiness and luxury...but of harsh words, and sick games of hiding the truth. A mutt they called the royal, a hybrid...a sin, of sins.I was that royal and I wasn't proud of it either.

Princess Cheryl Eberlee, and I don't wear that title with pride. Even if I'm granted as a royal, being amutt wasn't truly ever considered royalty. Thus, I...I lived locked away from the rest, for if any peasant dare step in my way to even utter the words "Mutt." I'd most likely begin a plan of genocide. I hated this Planet, and I hated all of them. For what they have done to me was to never be forgotten.

Insolent males from left to right, only trying to get with me to gain heir to the throne my father now is in position in. I'd more than gladly give it to one of those idiots if they grant me freedom from the wasteland. Afilthy woman was not torule an empire, I simply couldn't oblige to such tasks. For if I dare did, the noble men and elite's would ridicule me.

I despised the fact I had to come to the world born as a hybrid Saiyan, I'm, filthy, in the eyes of other's. The great design, most likely thought...it was better to make her live cast behind her father's shadow, in fear of pain. To deflect pain from her heart, was the hardest of all things. Break her once, she's okay...break her twice, she's fine...but break her one more time, and she's forever in scattered pieces.

Cockiness, arrogance and pride. All I needed to succeed...was those three elements, surely enough I worked my way around those personality traits, and maybe...just maybe...I can get my way through it all. Although this personality is now woven in me, father would and could punish me for trying to act strong.

"A waste of Saiyan Blood...a waste."

An escapade, was what I needed, though I knew it would never come.

But...escaping, it's a way...

Hands slammed against the metallic table knocking over the couple of fruits stacked highly on a bowl, and simply rolled off to side. "Damn it, how many times do I need to repeat it to you," A frustrated man yelled, "She is a good-for-nothing gold digger," a short-lived pause, "She'll drain you dry!"

A scoff was what that man received from the CEO sitting before him, a smug smirk tugging the corner of his lip. "Want to know why you're wrong, Goten?"

The black-haired hybrid scrunched up his nose at him and stated, "Ohplease, grace me with your knowledge." sarcasm laced within his tone.

The CEO laughed and ran a hand through his lavender-hair, "That gold-digger loves me...and I know it," He exclaimed, "She's been with me since day one, how can we not love each other back?" There was a clink of glass between the table and his cup, as he stared at he looked back up to the Demi-Saiyan before him.

"Trunks, you're a bit hypocritical saying such things... You sleep with ten girlsweekly, tell me this relationship isn't screwed up." Goten, the black-haired hybrid, snapped and took a sip of his Shirley Temple.

Trunks shrugged and took the wine-cup back in his hand, stirring the red wine around in his cup, "It isn't," He replied bitterly, "We just trust each other!" That was all from the conversation until the subject came in, wearing what was more than expected off a 'Trunks Girl' that is, big breasts, bleached hair, blue eyes and tanned, nearly orange skinned.

This girl was on an entire different level too, she was just a Grade A gold-digger. There are rumors her father owns a massive chain-link to drugs and drug trafficking. The usual, exceptmanybought from him, and his little princess still had loads of money...she simply wanted more and more. Goten could tell by the expensive clothes she only buys with Trunks' money.

Leaning over the balcony she glanced at the ocean, giving a perfect cheek-bone smile toward the sky and turned to Trunks and planted a kiss on his lips, meant to be brief...but Goten saw it was getting a bit too long for his comfort and coughed dryly making the two separate almost immediately. Goten had nearly gagged at the sight of those two kissing, it was enough he tried to warn his best friends of thedangers of this girl.

"Whore." uttered Goten as he glared at her, and received a glare back from her.

Some say Goten isn't the brightest, but on the contrary, Trunks was plain dumb sometimes too. A grin laced the CEO's lips as he watched her prance away into the building and turned to Goten who immediately said, "You are an idiot Trunks, did you know that?"

The lavender-haired man grunted and let out a more than loud scoff "Goten, are you just mad because I have a beautiful woman and you don't...because if that's the case we can always get you one of Granity's friends." Trunks told him in defense.

Goten felt his fists tighten at the sound of the girl's name, Kami he detested that stupid girl. "Shut up, I would never go thatlow, the only thing she will be spending with you is money, besides I have someone!" Goten snapped.

The CEO glared at him and rolled his eyes, looking away from his best-friend entering a sudden trance of thoughts. Now that he had her, he had felt complete but every time it was Goten who said she was a gold-digger, but in Trunks' defense he believed otherwise. Goten couldn't possibly be right...right?

"One day, that opinion will change..." Goten laughed at what he just said, quickly contradicting such phrase in his mind...no it wouldn't, Trunks loved the woman more than he loved food. Goten just hoped and hoped that some day some a woman worth his time shall enter his life, that he will desire for...and do absolutely the most ridiculous of things for just to please her. If it happen once, it could happen again.

Although, Goten's thoughts were very positive, Trunk's negative words bring it down. "Please Goten, that's impossible, Granity and I have gone at it for six-months now!" Trunks stated.

Goten growled and got up sternly looking at his best friend, "I truly mean this...I hope Trunks, one day you'll find a girl who will truly care."

The sunlight invaded my bedroom gleaming into my eyes, it felt painful looking into direct sunlight. My eyes squinted as I awaken to the view of this planet. Today, it was important...and I couldn't precisely remember why. Something about advanced training and travel...it could be right, a way to escape? Although my concentration's a new goals were towards this new information a soft fragile squeak woke me from the sudden trance I placed myself in.

"Cheryl, your highness." I heard a soft voice squeak. I flipped my head to the door and saw a crazy haired-red head with wild green eyes. Mérida, servant to the castle...very nervous and hyper. Still an amusing sight to see.

"Mérida...what now?" I spoke now a bit annoyed by her presence. Tiredness had taken over my body, and I had only now woken up!

"Y-Your father told me to send you over to him, t-that is all," Mérida told me in her regular shaky voice.

There was an emitted sigh and slow blink, "I'll be there in a few minutes..." I stood up from the bed and I placed my hands behind my back and gave out a yawn. Rolling out towards the bathroom to wash up splashing the cold water to my face waking myself up from the tire expression on my face. I could finally see my facial features in the mirror I sighed and pulled out the brush and made my way through my waist length hair.

I went towards the closet and slipped on theregularattire of this planet. It was earthly brown like color of a dying fire wrapped loosely around me with a braided cloth thinner than a wire wrapped around my waist. As I stared down at my self, I felt detest towards wearing tight clothing since a lot of people who wear such absurdly tight clothes were the 'play servants' or 'comfort women'...I like to refer to them as dogs though. As time went on I continued to brush my fiery brown hair which ended in fiery color. As I braided her hair lazily.

A quick knock was at the door as I glanced down to the music box placed on my night-stand, flashes of my mother's smiling face made me quickly shift my glance from there to the door and opened it to find my father's scowled face. I frowned back, I never precisely was too fond of him either.

He looked me up and down, and clicked his tongue. "Cheryl, I must speak to you...it's rather imperative for you to know this before setting course to Earth," Right! Earth...I completely forgotten I'm supposed to start training with a new mentor! A palm kissed with my forehead repeatedly as I heard him drone on about Earth Customs. "Also," He said now loudly to catch my attention, which it did. A quick jump was what I gave as I felt a creeping sensation up my back. He glared back down at me and cleared his throat, "There is a host family, two hybrids and a full-blooded Saiyan, Vegeta...your mentor...who you shall give yourutmostrespect, warned me of his son being a bit...well needy."

I blinked and snorted a bit at the way father tried to censor such information from me, "Father, I'm not a child...I don't need you to censor such things."

A sigh of defeat made the king shake his head, "You're still a child to me, even if you are twenty-years old," I groaned as he continued to speak, "Any who...you're departing very soon, so hurry and finish packing your things." He said waving his hand as a dismiss.

"...Fine."

The usual bump and grind, as he would call it. Innocent girl's going wrong in under two minutes of being in a room with Trunks Vegeta Briefs. He had the girl on her knees already begging for more, this was his second assistant this week. He was on a roll honestly, his mother just wouldn't quit hiring attractive girl's and the funniest part of all of this is that the red-head who was now naughtily giving him winks while she had sucked off the other companies' CEO's.

Of course, she's only there for decor. Pretty girl lead herself into this not him, and if it's his fault that they were currently in an office closet screwing each other than he'd simply use the excuse he used on the other's"She seduced me." Although, quite the contrary actually.

Desperateness reeked off these employees more than ever, he couldn't help that he wasone of themost wanted men in the country. It just is what it is, and he had to deal with it anyway. If any girl attracted to him is willing to do such things, then so be it. He isn't ever refusing sex for morals, screw morals!

It's not like he even cared for such things anyway.

Adjacent to the short flame-haired Saiyan, stood a somewhat taller hybrid, with a fist collided with her hip. Possibly the half hour, or more she has watched the aqua-haired woman who was slightly taller than her grumpy Saiyan husband banter and argue about, well,her. Cheryl would say something but the argument was a bit to amusing to drop, even if she wasn't even part of it. Technically her presence did ignite an argument between the two, so she did feel somewhat guilty.

"And here I thought Trunks finally found some decent girl," The bluenette growled and leaned over the onyx-eyed Saiyan. "You bring this girl in under your wing and don't even tell me," she continued her angry puffs, "Since when have we hidden secrets!" The bluenette huffed.

"Woman...I mean, Bulma..." Vegeta had begun, now a bit nervous toward screaming that so loudly in his wife's face. "It's my responsibility so let me keep her here, it's not like wehaveto raise another brat!"

Bulma glared at him and back to Cheryl eyeing her up and down and back to Vegeta, "Well Vegeta, I didn't think you'd bring someone tomy house withoutmyconsent," Bulma growled and crossed her arms, then slightly turned to Cheryl, "No offense to you though."

Cheryl smiled a bit, "Oh, none taken...but, I didn't know the master of this home, wasn't aware of my arrival; I am truly sorry for that." She stated now looking down to the floor a bit embarrassingly. Bulma sighed and looked over to Vegeta, slightly tapping her foot.

"Out with it already, is it a yes or a no!" Vegeta exclaimed now growing extremely impatient and temperamental.

"Fine, she can stayonly because she already came all this way," Bulma stated now inching closer to Vegeta grabbing his collar a bit angrily, "I just wish my lovely husband told me sooner," She seethed a bit and let go of him as she heard a loud slam of the door cut both of them off. A click, and clack of business shoes came against the wooden floor as the silence swallowed the room. "Trunks?!"

"What the hell happened to you boy?!"

Trunks, who was laughing innocently placed a hand behind his scalp, "Er, heh nothing!" Cheryl glared at him, something about him was a bit strange...was this the repeated Trunks she's been hearing about, she glanced at him slightly tilting her face. High cheek-bones, a strong jawline, and the more than evident cat-like eyes...it was more than obvious, he was a half-breed.

Bulma glared down at him, had he really had to start his habit when they had a new guest staying over. The bluenette truly didn't want to explain why there were occasionally condoms sprawled on the floor. It was a disgusting lifestyle, at least how Bulma saw it as. "We will speak about this later." The bluenette stated sternly.

"Hey uh...who is she?" Trunks asked looking at the stranger whom had stood around for an awful amount of time, and quiet too.

She too, had the high-cheek bones and cat-like eyes. A defined jawline as well. She had made eye-contact with him for a split second too long, but it was enough to see the electric blue eyes, so indifferent to Trunks' royal blue orbs. A neck that all in itself had grace, that it' length just a bit more longer showing protruding bones neck and collar. The hybrid's ivory complexion seemed under this lighting, nearly unflawed. But it did in fact, a couple scratches here and there that you just couldn't seem to ignore.

Her set jaw read many, many words of annoyance, even if he was taller than her...she stared back down at him. He suddenly felt like trash for a second, before his Vegeta-like confidence returned. "A name, do you have one?" Trunks asked looking at the girl. She gave a prideful like smile, much like Vegeta but of course no one could smirk like he could.

"Cheryl Eberlee." She responded cockily and continued to stare Trunks down.

Trunks blinked and repeated the name to himself as Vegeta stepped up to her, "Cheryl don't expect our training sessions easy, you'll be waking up at the peak of dawn to train so be ready, I don't wait for anybody. "

"Yes, Lord Vegeta." Cheryl bowed her head to him, and looked up a bit waiting for him to leave. He only smirked at her before walking to the Gravity Room. Then the fiery-haired hybrid looked up directly to Trunks.

Immediately, he already got her mad...quite the record too. "So Cherrie..." He had said ever-so smoothly.

"It'sCheryl," She corrected whilst leaning against the wall.

"What can't I have a nickname for you, we're living under the same roof anyway." He persuaded with a smile laced on his lips. His messy hair made him ridiculous, and couldn't be taken seriously...no matter how much he pouted.

"No thank you, I have no interests in apet name," Cheryl told the insolent male. She hasn't even been here twenty minutes and she already has a pest to annoy her.

"Trunks, quit bothering her," Bulma snapped slapping his head lightly. "Come with me Cheryl I'll be showing you your room." Bulma said glaring at her son. Bulma led her towards her temporary bedroom. It was plain and usual, a double bed, along with a vanity, a dresser and a personal bathroom. At least to her standards.

"Here is your room, and I know it isn't as much as your old room..." Bulma began trailing away, a bit embarrassed she couldn't prepare the room for her.

"Oh no it's fine, I actually like it," She smiled towards Bulma, "It feels more cozy." Cheryl expressed with a warm smile, trying to get Bulma to quit her sudden sadness.

"Fantastic, well I'm off to do some errands, and in further advance sorry about Vegeta." Bulma told Cheryl, then she gave a slight chuckle and gave a slight nod, and shut the door.

Bulma quickly flicked her son across the head "Listen mister, I thought I made it very clear that there will be no sexual play at work!" Bulma practically screamed at her son. Trunks laughed and stared into his mother's eyes.

"I never said that did I?" Trunks told his mother in a soft tone rubbing the area where her mother had lashed her fingers at

"I can read you like a book Trunks," She snapped. He slid back in his seat in embarrassment did he forget that he was speaking to his mother. Probably. "and don't let me catch you attempting to coax Cheryl into bed or you will never hear the end of it, got it Mister!" Bulma yelled at her twenty year old son.

"What makes you think I would do that?" He said innocently already knowing his mother was about to lash out something else.

"Oh please you were practically drooling over her!" Bulma snapped.

"I have Granity mom, plus Cheryl seems snobbish what makes you think I would go after her." Trunks buried his eyebrows looking up at his mom. Bulma didn't respond she just shook her head and walked away. She only left one comment before she left.

"Sure, Trunks... Granity keep that head of yours out of the clouds."

EDIT: Hoping that was smoother than the last edit. I'll try to get the entire story cleared from grammar errors eventually. (Note: Eventually)