He couldn't take anymore, he fucking hated his life. Well, not really hate, but strongly disliked... Yeah, that was the right word.
Trunks couldn't take his life sucking anymore, growing up was not all that his mother cracked it up to be. Sure, growing up into a man as inteligent and as beautiful as him had its perks. And he couldn't forget how strong he was, that was also another plus. But the biggest plus was also the biggest downside: He was a prince. A fucking prince, and no ordinary prince at that. But a prince of saiyans. Wow, how much more could his life suck? Sure being a prince had its million perks, but for every perk, there was downside. He could go where ever he wanted, but had to have two other gaurds tag along, everywhere. That included the fucking bathroom, who the fuck wanted to see him piss?! He could talk to whomever he wanted, but everyone was deathly afraid of him because of the reputation his father had, you know, being a ruthless leader and all. Why did his old man and granddad have to be so damn rude? And he could literally hang out with anyone he wanted. But that was it. No dating, no touching, no kissing, and most certainly no fucking. Yeah, his life sucked a whole lot. He couldn't even pick out who he wanted to mate with for his 21st birthday! Everyone got to do that, but not him. So when he exploded at Gohan in his room, he didn't feel too bad.
"And yes, my father KNOWS my frustrations! Yet he just keeps saying that he'll take care of it, but like always, he doesn't care about anyone but his own fucking self!"
The room was deathly silent, aside from his heavy breathing. Apparently, there had been a lot rumors going around that his father had already picked out a mate for him, but hadn't told him about it yet. When he asked, then Vegeta stated that he'd done no such thing, and would put a stop to the rumors. But that was four months ago, and the rumors were getting worse. People were talking about who it was now, and all their guesses had been terrible up to this point. Gohan swalled heavily before letting out a breathe he hadn't relized he'd been holding. Looking at the wall, he spoke cautiously.
"Well, I understand your irritation, if that counts for anything. My dad has a woman he wants me to mate with, but the problem is that I already had two different people in mind."
Trunks sighed heavily before falling all the way back onto his bed. Putting his hands over his face, he just mumbled a lot of little nothings to himself before sitting back up.
"Yeah, at least you can have people in mind. If I mention anyone to anyone, then my father and grandfather try to rip my tongue out. I hate it."
Gohan could only try to sympathize. The sayans weren't a very leniant race, what ever they said goes. Even with how leniant his father was, even he had things that were absolute. Before he could speak further on it, the beeper on his waistband went off. Taking a look at it, it was his younger brother, Goten. He must have needed help with mom again, she could be a pain to deal with someties. Looking back at trunks, he offered and apologetic smile while trunks just waved him off.
"Its fine, I know how it is sometimes to take care of sibilings. Go on, we talk later."
Gohan chuckled before quickly teleporting out of the room. And just like that, Trunks was alone all over again. God, why did it always seem ike he was lonely? Maybe it was because he was? Who the fuck knew at this point. Maybe that's what his parents wanted, or more like his father waanted. His mother was always more open with him than his father, he could sk her anything and she'd always offer the most relevant answer she could without getting anyone in trouble. Speaking of trouble...
Reaching under his bed pillow, he pulled out two pictures. One of Gohan and him, while the other was of him and Turles. To be honest, he liked them both, but they were so different. Gohan wasn't very smart, or outgoing, or anything really that stood out. But he had kindness that Trunks just couldn't ignore. And he was fairly strong, what more could your average 20 year old want? But he was far from average, which is where Turles came in. He was daring, cunnign, smart, outgoing, unique even in the way he talked. Trunks loved every bit of it, but dind't neccarily like the way he always seemed to brush people off. He had a bad temper, and that sometimes flared out on Trunks. He'd always get extrmely angry when that happened, and beat the living shit out of him, but he'd forgive him later. But that Turles, there was just so much more behind that mask of aggression that-
-Knock Knock-
Quickly shoving the photos back under his pillow, he straightened himself out.
"Who is it?"
"Tarble."
Oh, and he forgot about his uncle, Tarble. He wasn't neccarily annoying, he just looked like a smaller version of his dad, which was annoying. But if anything, he'd done anything but be annoying to Trunks. Hell, if it weren't for Tarble, he wouldn't have even known there were rumors going around. Tarble woudld tell him things that even his mother wouldn't tell him sometimes, he wondered why, but never really questioned it. The door opened, and lo and behold, there he was, in his armor and all. His scouter was off though, and he closed the door quietly behind him.
"I didn't wake you, did I?"
He was also very polite, something that his father was not, unless he felt like it.
"No, I was already awake. After all the romors, I couldn't bring myself to go to sleep yet. Is there some new update on the rumors?" It was meant as a joke, but when he began to look off at the walls, Trunks could already tell something terrible was about to be said. He straightened up to his full height and breahted heavily.
"Ok, let me hear it."
Tarble took a deep breath of his own, as if this was difficult for him to tal about.
"Alright, so everyone know how your birthday is coming up in about a year. And no one really knows who your mate's going to be. But I've just gotten word that your father..." He paused, the slight sense of a smirk coming about his face. "...has finally decided to talk to you about it."
The way Trunk's face lit up when he heard those words was amazing, just as Tarble had hoped. Trunks was laughing, and it was the cutest thing, but he didn't mention that part. (Figured it might be a bit weird.)
"But listen, you can't tell him that I told you, else he may become angry."
Trunks was so busy laughing he'd barely noticed what he'd said, but nodded anyway. He couldn't beleive it, his father was finally going to open up to him. Just as he thought this, his inroom speaker went off.
"Prince Trunks, your mother and father are expecting you in an audience with them."
TRUNKS POV
Wow, much faster than I thought. I didn't think me meant today. But it doesn't matter, I'm off! But I couldn't leave without giving Tarble a hug, and thanking him over and over. After that, I exited the room and flew to their location.
'I wonder though, why dind't they decide to open up beofre? What if they'd already known that Tarble had intentions of telling me? Oh well, I'm=ll ask when I get there.'
Turning down one last hallway led me to one of the many conference rooms we had scattered across the castle. The doors were shut and there were gaurds at the entrance, but the second they saw me, they bowed their heads and opened the doors. I didn't need to nod to them, it was beneath me, really. But as I entered the room, I noted my parents sitting at the end of the table, with odd epressions on their faces. As I came closer, I heard the doors shut loudly behind me. But it was their expressions that really had me concerned. My father's usual mug was replaced with a look of ddpe concern, like he was thinking really hard about something. Mom had a deeper frown than usual, and even seeing her frowning was odd. She was always happy, but to see her frown in such a way just killed me on the inside. Taking a seat next to mom, I sat quietly, waiting on one of them to start.
"Trunks, there a lot your father and I need to tell you, so just sit quietly and listen." That was stern, like, she said that with no chance of debate. It was at that moment that I knew what ever they were going to tell me was something that not many other people knew about. So I stiffened up, getting myself ready for anyhting they had to tell me.
"Son, you're not an alpha. You're an omega. Yes, that means that you're a hemphrodite." That was shocker, I could have taken anything else, but that? I wasn't expecting to hear that. My heart sank faster tha my stomach while thoughts of doubt raced through my mind, but my father wouldn't stop there, he'd actually elaborate.
"I'm not an alpha either, which is why you're not. You haven't noticed any signs of being an omega because your mother and I decided that it would be best to wait until a few months before your birthday to tell you. We were hoping that you'd have the time to pick you own mate, where to mate and other formalities, but there are new problems that have put all of those things into jepordy."
My mind was already reeling, this was too much. They were going to let me pick? They'd been keeping it a secret from me? What was going on that I couldn't now? By this point, i didn't really want to know. But my torture wasn't over just yet.
"Trunks, you know who controls our races' future, right?" She asked like I needed a reminder. Freiza and his mysterious race, no one knew where they came from. Just one day, they came by our planet, proved to be stronger than us and said they were taking over. And we kind of just let them, but not that I'm complaining ofcourse, not like it's all bad. We still run things the way we want, just certain things have to go through them first... Like everything... Ok so I'm somplaining. But my inner musing would have to wait until later, as my mother wasn't finished.
"Everyone knows that he, Frieza has an older brother, Cooler. And everyone knows that those two don't get along, at all."Once again, she was right. Frieza and Cooler could never see eye to eye for what ever reason. I just figured it was all about sibiling rivalry, but after hearing some of the horror stories about what they did to entire races out of anger at the other... It gave me the jitters, let's put it that way.
"Recently, there has been news that their relationship is getting worse. So much so that their father has forbidden them from fighting one another because they may end up killing more people than actually fighting each other. This has been proven already and they've nearly wiped out several races."
Ok, scartch the jitters. I was nearly shivering at this point. Wiping out an entire race almost, out of anger at your own flesh and blood? I know that sayans could be ruthless, but damn. I've never heard of or read about any sayan going a-wall like that. I dind't know it at the time, but I hadn't even hear the worst of it.
"My point is, we've gotten news from someone within the ginue force that they plan to go on and destroy a few planets. Particularly our and a few others."
Yep, I was on the verge of vomitting now. I couldn't beleive me ears. They were going to destroy our planet? How could they even know that this was tru? It was the ginue fore for crying out loud! Hell, a child was more reliable than those guys! My heart rate was rising faster than I liked, and I was having the darndest time trying to calm it down.
"Howeverm there is good news in this." Thank goodness, my father had the good news for once. "Frieza has intentions on taking a select few off the planet and having them on his ship personally. What the reasons are, I don't know and don't care. But i do know that you, your mother, tarble and I are all on that list. There are others, but I didn't get a chance to finish hearing it."
I replayed the list in my head several times before it hit me; there were a lot of important people that were missing from that list. Like Gohan, and King Vegeta, ang Gohan, and Goku, and Gohan and Chichi and Gohan. Had I already said Gohan? I did, because he's not on that list. I suppose my face portrayed the fears I held inside, because my mother abruptly held her hand up to stop whatever comment I might have made.
"Trunks listen. You're right about one thing, we don't know neccearily if this is true or not, but Zarbon is coming to let us know in a couple of hours what exactly going on. If he tells us that what we've heard is true, then there are a couple of things all of us need to understand."
They both tensed, I knew that there was more. Why was this day so fucking terrible? It was as if some higher being was just determined on making my life a living hell in a few short hours. But I tensed right along with them, ready to take the worst of it, or at least that's what I was telling myself.
"First, because I'm an omega, I still have to mate. Your mother and I aren't mated, she's an omega also. The only reason you were born is because I required an heir to the throne, as my father did. Over time, we fell in love, but that was not the base for your birth. If all this news is true, then when Frieza takes us, he will see to it that we are all mated or killed."
I was frozen, but with what I didn't know. I was just being used, that's the only reason I was born. I mean like, I figured that, but I would have preferred it if they'd told me that since birth instead of let me believe that up to this point. My head was starting to spin, really bad. I wanted to step outside for a bit, but I knew that was out of the question. So I just nodded and let him continue.
"Trunks." He looked me in the eye for the first time since I'd gotten in the room. "We won't have any choice in who we're being mated to. It really will be all up to Frieza. If we want any chance of our race surviving, we have to play along."
'Oh, so now they have a back up plan? Wow, this just keep getting better by the minute.' Thoughts like that one whizzed through my head, but I cleared them trying to listen intently.
"So here's what we were planning. Frieza and his entire race are stronger than all of the saiyans, that is true. However, there is something wrong with their race also, their all dying. No one knows why, there's some virus that's going around, and only people who can reach the final form of their race can survive, that mean only Cooler and Frieza are going to live. They will be the last ones. Now, when this is the case, there'll be nothing to stop them from trying to kill each other, which is where we and whatever saiyans are left, come in. We are going to attempt to kill them when they've banged each other to shit. Then when they're dead, we go and find another uninhabited planet, and start over again. "
I had to hand it to him, I was actually a little impressed with this whole set up. I knew my father couldn't be counted on for being very intelligent when it came to other things. But when it came to battle, or war, my father was all over it. But I was sure that some of the plan come from my mother, it had to. I opened my mouth to say something before my mother cut me off one last time.
"And lastly, it doesn't matter whether or not this is true or not. You can not tell anyone about this. I don't care who it is, you can't even tell King Vegeta. You have to keep it to yourself." Both of them were looking me dead in the eye, like they would kill me if I defied them. Funny as it was though, I believe them. While it was unheard of saiyans wiping out other races, it wasn't unheard of them killing their own children or parents or whatnot.
I nodded my head slowly to try and express that I understood. When they saw this, they both sat back down and let out big breaths, apparently finsihed. They looked at me, I assumed to see if I had anything to say, but I was speechless. I didn't know what I could say, with all this information, so much secrecy that not even the king could know. Was this technically a cout de' ta since we knew and weren't telling the king? Were we technically traitors? What if we got tried for possible treason? My head was on fire, a planet shattering head ache, and they seemed to notice this. Father gotup and left the room, his red cape following suit. Mother laid her haind on my back as she got up.
"Go to your room, relax and let all this sink in. We just didn't want you to be in the dark anymore, because soon, it may just be the three of us."
And with that she left me in the room, all alone. Alone to proccess these thoughts, but I wasn't about to right then and there. I quicly got up and burst the doors open. I flew like the wind to my room, thinking that I'd be safe there for awhile. Little did I know that my troubles really were only just begining.
A/N:
I am having so much fun writing this. In my head,I see it as a movie. I don't even see the words. It's so awesome. So please read over it, tell me what you think. I'm gonna add more to it I think. And I apologize for whatever spelling mistakes there may be. Any and all long time readers know I can't spell if the fate of the human race depended on it. So bye, and I'll see yal later!