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.

Disclaimer and Warnings: Mentions Mpreg, Heats, violence, swearing, and Alpha Dominated Society!
Timelines and ages are slightly different. Different world from the original DBZ world.

In This Chapter: We met the Saiyan Royals, Goten gets himself into trouble, and Grandpa Bardock is awkward!

Alpha Royal

Chapter Two: Mistaken Identity

A small metal band was clipped the end of his tail, preventing Goten from fighting back. His entire body felt numb under the metal's touch, he could barely make his mouth work as he was hoisted away from his home village. "Do you really need to put that thing on?" he tried to suppress a shudder as the hover car's movements jostled the band, "I swear I won't fight back."

The guards laughed, "What is this? The great Kakorot is begging?"

Goten's head lolled to the side where it rested against the window. His hands were cuffed in front of him, preventing him from trying to remove the tail restraint. The trip to the Capital felt like it took days, when it was only a few hours. Eventually, Goten nodded off into unconsciousness, the pressure on his tail making him lethargic and sleepy. His rest was rudely awakened when they arrived.

A hand grabbed his shoulder, pushing him over against the fine leather of the car's seats. He nearly fell on top of his tail, but managed to roll to the side just in time. Still, the movement scraped the band against a hard surface making Goten grit his teeth to keep in a scream.

The palace wasn't just one grand building; it was a collection of at least ten extraordinary mansions, all stacked at least five floors high. Goten barely had time to take it in before he was pushed under a narrow arch way, entering the building. The floor beneath him changed from hard rock to perfectly clean marble. He could practically hear the servants already busy mopping the floor after he stepped them.

Both brutes still held his arms in tight grips that might have been painful if the numbness hadn't leaked into his limbs. They carried him deep into the palace, where florescent lights hung on the walls to illuminate the darkness and the number of people grew less and less.

For a moment, Goten thought they were taking him to the dungeon. It felt like a prison march. As soon as the thought fluttered against the surface of his mind two large doors came into view. Golden V's were elegantly decorating the outside. The letter alone was a symbol of the richest most powerful man on the planet, and he was sitting in the next room.

Adrenaline pumped through him, every inch of his body told him to fight- get away- but there was nothing he could do. The doors opened, and he was tossed on to the floor of the throne room. Bright, gold colored marble met his face with a cold slap. He heard a chair scrape the floor above him, and a voice demand, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Kakorot gave us a bit of trouble your Majesty," Goten heard one of the guards explain as hands eagerly grabbed him and dragged him to his feet. "We had to resort to force to bring him here."

Goten mashed his lips together before daring to look up. The throne room wasn't as large as he'd imagined. It was big enough for two large chairs and a small audience to be present. Banners hung on every space of the wall, all red and gold- the King's signature colors- as they showed the galaxy and all the planets that belonged to the Saiyan Order. He only gave the banners a quick look, before settling dark eyes on the man in front of him.

The King of Vegeta-sei was a short man, with a deep scowl and narrow eyes. His blood red cape touched the ground behind him, while his jewel encrusted armor threatened to blind all who looked at it. Goten didn't know much about the King, only that the man had a temper and was known for letting his fighting skills speak before his own tongue. From where the man stood, Goten could see that the King's angry eyes were taking in his every detail.

"Is this some kind of joke?" King Vegeta finally asked, though he looked anything but amused, "This isn't Kakorot."

The guards stilled, speechless, while Goten visibly relaxed, "Finally! I've been telling them that for the past two hours."

"But Sire," One of the guards started, a tremor in his voice, "The Security Bot checked him. His DNA matched Kakorot's."

Goten let out an irritated sigh, "I told you, I'm his son."

"His son?" The King's voice dropped in suspicion, his attention focused back on the Halfling. "Kakorot only has one son, and he's currently on planet Namek."

"I know," Goten answered, trying to be as polite as possible. Of course, the knowledge of Goku's second son wouldn't be public knowledge. There was no reason when Goten wasn't an alpha, when he wouldn't be living up to his family name as a fighter. His father had done his best to keep his omega son as much as a secret as possible. But even from the King? The two were suppose to be close, he never considered that his father would be so ashamed that he would keep his existence from the Kinghimself. "My brother Gohan is there meeting with the Namekian Leader, Piccolo. Right?"

The King fell quiet, when he finally spoke his tone was cautious, "If you really are Kakorot's son, then tell me…Who is your brother named after?"

Goten felt his mouth go dry. His father's time on Earth was a thing of legend on Vegeta-sei, but there were something's in their household that just weren't talked about. His mother was one thing, Earth itself was another. Still, Gohan had told him the story when he'd been younger. At the time, Goten had clung to it, using it as proof that at one time his father had loved something more than fighting. "Gohan was the name of an old earth man," he answered quietly, "He was a good friend of my mother and…secretly married her and my father before they left."

King Vegeta didn't move for a long moment. When he did, it was a slow nod of acknowledgement, that made Goten's entire body sag in relief. "Tell me boy, why would your father not tell me, his King, that he had another son?"

Good question, Goten thought bitterly, biting his lower lip as he quickly spun up a excuse. "I guess he wanted something different for me," he said.

His heart raced in his chest as it realized what he was doing. Going against instinct, rebelling against the social norm, lying to his King. "He and Gohan are always away Sire, and my father didn't want to see the house my mother loved so much be empty."

The King snorted, "Kakorot always was a softie." His gaze flickered to the guards that still hovered around Goten."Well, what are you fools waiting for? Unbind him, he isn't Kakorot but that won't matter." He said, "This is an even better arrangement."

Goten felt hands brush against his tail in one last agonizing touch before the band was removed. He felt it drop to the ground, and let out a slow breath of relief the rest of his body regained control. Then the ki cuffs on his wrists were unlocked. His body shuddered, shaking off the last bits of numbness before turning his attention back towards the King.

To the halfling's surprise, the man was now smiling. It wasn't a broad genuine smile like his father had, but a subtle smirk. "Tell me boy what's your name?"

"Goten," straightening his spine, he tried to project his voice out. It wouldn't do to look weak in front of the King of saiyans.

"And do you fight?"

Goten smiled, "Of course Sire."

"Then come with me."

Goten tried not to swerve as he followed the King through the palace. His balance was still off from having the band around his tail. The furry brown appendage was wrapped snuggly around his waist where it refused to budge. It felt tender, tomorrow it would be sore as hell if not bruised.

"So where is your father?" The King asked as he led the way, he hadn't mentioned where they were heading and still refused to say a word about what he needed Goten for.

"He's away to Planet Pik, on another mission for your majesty." Goten answered, years of Omega etiquette lessons kicked in and he could see the impressed look that crossed King Vegeta's face.

"You look exactly like him, but that's about where your similarities end isn't it?" the King said, "You, like your brother,know how to treat your King."

Goten quietly cringed, he knew full well that tact and his father never really got acquainted. In fact everyone on the planet knew that Kakorot was the only saiyan alive who didn't refer to the King by title and only by name. It was a miracle the man was still alive, a miracle many attributed to the King's generous mercy and the fact that the two had grown up together.

"And how old are you Goten?"

The question caught the teen by surprise, he was hesitant with the answer, "17 Sire."

The King seemed pleased, "Perfect. You'll be perfect for what I have in mind."

"Sire?" Goten pressed for more information as gently as he could, but they had stepped outside. The hallway led them out onto a bridge, where the sunlight caught him off guard. He blinked, waiting for his sight to adjust and once it did Goten found himself staring out into a large quad where hundreds of saiyan Alpha's were training. He couldn't help but gap at the sight.

The palace training grounds, he was in the palace training grounds.

No Omega alive had ever stepped foot in the area.

"Since Kakorot kept you locked away in that little hubble, I doubt you've ever seen anything so grand," King Vegeta smirked.

Goten licked his lips, "No sir. I'm afraid our town's fighting school is nothing like this."

Slowly they stepped towards the rail, where Goten clung as he looked out among the fighters. Many of the saiyans were sparring; he could feel the mix of their energy electrifying the air. At some point of time both his brother and father had trained on the grounds below him.

It was every saiyan's dream to be invited to the training sight, and now Goten had been personally led there by the King.

"Follow me boy," the King said as he jumped over the rail and floating down to the arena. Goten scrambled to follow while keeping a respectable distance behind the older saiyan.

As they landed the warriors below stopped and made room. Slowly, the entire quad stilled and stared when Vegeta and Goten touched the ground. Their eyes bore into the teenager, judging him, trying to size up his purpose. Goten fought down his embarrassment and kept his head held high as he stared back.

"Where is he?" demanded King Vegeta, his dark eyes scanned the area quickly before settling on the weapons station. Goten also looked, there he could see a small crowd, all standing completely still except one saiyan as he lowered a large sword and stepped forward.

Goten realized who he was looking at as soon as he noticed the saiyan's long purple hair. Prince Trunks was just as much a legend as his father. No one outside the palace had ever laid eyes on the Prince, but the stories about him had reached every corner of the planet. Starting with his trademark hair color that stretched to his light purple tail.

They said he was a Half-blood, and that was the cause his of exotic features. They said he turned into a Super Saiyan at age ten, half the age his father had been. They said he was a brat. They said he was the kindest saiyan on the planet. They said Freeza himself offered to buy the prince.

They said a lot of things, but no one knew if they were actually true.

The Prince had the same sharp eyes of his father, but they were a striking blue color that nearly took Goten's breath away. Sweat dripped from his brow, and he didn't wear any piece of armor like the other saiyans on the field. Instead the Prince was dressed in a sleeveless spandex top and loose silk pants.

King Vegeta took in his son's appearance and then turned to the hundreds of men around him. "I am going to have a word with my son." He announced, pausing to allow the words to sink in. A few of the warriors nodded dumbly, Goten could see on their faces they were greedy to get noticed. The King's faces hardened when no one moved, "Go back to your training you pieces of garbage, do you think this concerns you?"

The whole yard flinched at the command and quickly went back to their training. Goten smiled, he'd never seen Alpha's so eager to please before in his life. It felt like retribution for all the years he'd been in school, having the rules of omegahood drilled into him.

Rule number one, an Omega was always eager to please.

"Father, what brings you out here?" Trunks asked as he approached, his words were soft with concern, but it was clear to see the agitation written across his face. Annoyed ice blue eyes moved from his father to Goten.

"I have someone I would like you to meet," King Vegeta announced, clapping Goten on the shoulder with one strong hand. The younger saiyan obediently stepped forward, still confused before the King said, "This is Kakorot's youngest brat. He is going to be joining your Crew."

Surprise flashed across both the Prince's and Goten's faces. Slowly it melted to icy irritation as Trunks stepped forward moving closer to Goten's smaller frame. "Thank you for the offer Father, but I must decline." He said, not even sparing the Halfling in front of him a second look. It took a lot of guts to deny the King an order, even for the Prince. Goten's dark eyes widened in worry as he glanced between the father and son.

The King merely shook his head. "This isn't up for negotiation."

"It's my Crew," Trunks snapped, "Meaning the men that I pick. I haven't picked him, I don't even know him and you expect me to trust my life, the lives of my men with a stranger?"

"He is no stranger," Vegeta's voice dropped to a low tone that showed no tolerance for any argument, "Kakorot's blood should be enough to earn your trust. Understood?"

Quiet realization settled in the Prince's eyes. It was an argument he would not be able to win. His thin lips mashed together in frustration, but he nodded. Vegeta rolled his shoulders in victory, "Then it is settled." He said, the hand on Goten's shoulder gave a firm squeeze, "Welcome brat, try not to die."

He was given quarters, a small closet sized room that had a single person bed, a closet, and a connecting bathroom, but it was all Goten could ever want. He checked the closet, saw the official training armor and uniforms hanging there and nearly laughed in disbelief. This was happening. He'd managed to get into the Royal Training Academy, the next trick would be to make sure he didn't get kicked out.

Goten couldn't bring himself to worry about it though, he wasn't as weak as other omegas. All the times he had sparred with his Grandfather and brother, he'd manage to hold his own. The two hadn't been able to masks their surprise. At one time, he vaguely remembered Gohan pleading with their father to let Goten go to a Fighting School. An Idea that had quickly dismissed.

Goten's heart ached at the memory; Gohan had always been the one to encourage him. He'd never let what Goten was dictate their interactions. Bradock said that had been the human half of Gohan, the same half that had allowed the Demi-saiyan to forgive the very Namekian who chopped off his tail. But it was that forgiveness that led Gohan and Piccolo to being such good friends now; together they were making Namek one of the most profitable planets in the Saiyan Order.

He'd always wanted to go to Namek and meet his brother's best friend. Now Goten might get the chance.

Thinking of his family, Goten realized he almost forgotten about his grandfather. He cursed under his breath, and reached for the room's plain phone. He doubted his grandfather would even be awake, it was dark outside and after a full day at the bar Bardock always came home drunk and exhausted.

When the gruff voice of his grandfather picked up, Goten nearly jumped out of his skin, "G-Grandpa?"

"Goten?" the saiyan sounded confused and shockingly sober, "Is that you?"

"Er… Yes," he'd expected leaving a half-baked lie on the message machine. Odds were good that Bardock would have listened to it then shrugged it off as something to not concern himself with. Now that idea was out the window, and he just had to hope his lies would hold up. "I'm calling to tell you I'm staying late at school."

"You never stay late," Bardock said bluntly,causing the teen to grimace.

"Well yeah, but you see…" he racked his brain trying to find the perfect excuse, "Tello told me he was meeting with a suitor tonight." His hand came up and palmed the side of his head in frustration.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, clearly his grandfather didn't know what to make of the announcement."Tello? He's the short soft one right?"

Goten rolled his eyes, to Alpha thought nearly all omegas were short and soft. It was the polite way of saying wimpy and fuckable, "Yeah, and you know it really got me thinking. I need to get my act together Grandpa. I mean, I'm 17, I don't have any suitors lined up and my first night is going to happen soon."

"Oh don't remind me," Bardock moaned causing the teen to smile.

"I'm trying to do what's best for the family." Goten said.

Another awkward pause, he heard his grandfather start then stop to say something several times. "You know I'm not very good with this kind of thing Goten," Bardock finally said, "but I understand. I forget sometimes that you're not an Alpha, but I guess this is just the way things have to be." Goten's stomach dropped at the words, he sat down on the small bed and clutched the phone closer to his ear. "I know you'll do your best."

"I will," he said.

"And do you want me to…er… line suitors up or whatever? I guess I know a guy…"

"Ugh," Goten made a face before scrambling covering up his disgust, "I mean… no, I'm far from presentable right now. Years of slacking have really put me behind. Ms. Potama has offered me night classes to help catch me up."

"Good," he could hear the relief in his grandfather's voice, "Well then, I guess I'll catch you eventually."

"Sure," Goten said, breathing through the lie. It felt awful and he hoped his grandfather would forgive him in the future. "I'll talk to you later Grandpa. Love you…"

The words were an earth custom. Something his mother had passed onto Gohan and Goten when they had been younger. Something that was said to family members when saying good-bye, or welcome home. His uncles and grandfather never got the custom, and his father had only said it when Goten had been very small. Still, he and his brother kept it in their lives.

He heard his grandfather sigh on the other end, "Stay out of trouble," he said.

On Planet Vegeta, it was pretty much saying the same thing.