Sleep never found him that night, and he so desperately wished for it. But his brain was still processing all the information that'd been delivered. Not being an alpha, being born for the sake of the throne, the whole planet being destroyed thing. It was a lot of important information that he didn't enjoy thinking about.
Sitting up from his bed, he tried to reason with himself. Being an omega wasn't all that bad, only if he got mated to someone stupid. Then that would be bad, but being an omega had more perks than being an alpha, to be frank. He could go places without being starred at, he would command more respect depending who he was mated to. He could fool around with anyone he wanted, in any sense that he wanted. And if his alpha was stupid, then he could dominate them with his body and mind, it wasn't that hard.
As far as being born for the sole purpose of being an heir thing, that didn't really bother him. Maybe he would have preferred to be told this when he was little, but that was about it. He figured as much when he was little, a lot of people did that, and not only for royalty. Also for businesses and other deals of such nature. Really, that didn't bother him, because they loved him now. And he loved them, and they let him know all this, that proves that they care.
But really, the entire planet being destroyed? Yeah, that didn't really bother him. The saiyans were a bit of an, how could he say, unruly race. Yeah, they were more powerful than most other races in that part of the know universe, but they acted as though that gave them the right to go about and do whatever it was that they pleased. And in a way they were right, with the food chain and all, but still! The planet Vegeta wasn't even their planet, they took it from some other race of alien. So they were the bad guys in a sense.
Looking around in his room, he realized that the only thing he was really mad about was-
A rapid knock at the door broke his train of thoughts and who ever it was didn't care to wait for his answer as the door opened quickly showing Zarbon behind it. Trunks's eyes widened and he gave a puzzled look.
"What are you doing in here at this hour?"
He rushed inside and quietly closed the door behind him. His cape bellowed behind him as he strode to Trunks' bed.
"Listen to me, I don't have a lot of time, and we need to get moving." He looked out the window at this, opening it only slightly before looking back to Trunks.
"What are you talking about? What's going on that we need to go somewhere?"
The look in his eyes turned more grim s time passed by before he just grabbed Trunks by the arm and tugged him towards the window. Trunks stumbled out of his bed and towards before harshly tugging on Zarbon's long braid.
"Tell me now or I pull it off." He'd never really do that, it was Zarbon who inspired him to let it grow out. And besides, he loved the way it looked and the color of it. But he knew how much Zarbon loved his hair, so if anyone or anything threatened it, he'd do anything they asked really. That's exactly what Zarbon did the second he felt the tug or more like yank, on his hair.
"OK, it's your parents. They were just informed of who it is you'll be mated to! It's Broly!" The grip on his hair vanished as Trunks's skin took on a much paler tone. He couldn't believe his ears, and for a while, he wouldn't.
'Broly? The insane sociopath who killed his own mother when he was a little boy?! That's the guy they're having me mate to?!'
His whole body shook at the thought, fear creeping up his spine faster than the chills were. He felt the tugging again only to see Zarbon pulling him towards the window.
"Come on, we don't have much time. Paragus is being informed right now, and the second that Broly finds out, he's going to chase you down."
They didn't waste too much time talking after that. Trunks brought a few things along with him before they hurried 0out and into the night. Along the way, Zarbon explained that their parents had it arranged for him to leave the planet and go to base on another planet that was only known by the royal family and a few select others. While there, Gohan and a few others would meet him there, and that if they didn't, then he'd be on his own.
When they finally reached his ship, Zarbon stopped him for a moment. He held his shoulders and looked him deep in the eye.
"Trunks, I love you like my own son, but know this: Broly will come looking for me, he's going to find out that I sent you away. I may even end up getting killed, but no matter what, you cannot lose faith. You have to keep running, don't stop, not until your parents find you, do you understand?!"
Trunks's eyes were watering by this point, he was so confused. He didn't even get a chance to see his parents again. What if last night was the last time he'd get to see them? No, he couldn't think that. He had to be positive, they'd worked so hard for him to get this far. There was no way in hell he was going to let them all down now. Hugging Zarbon for what felt like may be the last time, he quickly climbed into his ship, entered the coordinates before it took off. He looked at the planet as it became farther and farther away, thinking of what he was going to do if his parents really didn't make it. Looking at the screen next to his head, he saw that it would be a few days before he reached his destination, and that was if there were no asteroid fields or anything of the sort. Laying his head back, he tried to rest his head and close his eyes as exhaustion finally took over.
BROLY POV
'That noise... There's a good chance that was Trunks leaving, too late to try and catch him now. I should go to his room, perhaps I'll find something leading to his whereabouts.'
He'd been in the castle, looking for his soon to be mates room when he heard the loud boom of a ship leaving. When his father told him it was Trunks, he nearly blew up with excitement, but only on the inside. So long he'd waited to be with Trunks, and now he was guaranteed to have him... Legally anyway. But he wasn't stupid, he knew his parents wouldn't allow him even a chance to get close to him. Ever since they were children, ever since that first encounter, everyone had forcefully kept them apart. But if he really wanted Trunks, he would have went after him a long time ago, but curiosity had gotten the best of him at the time. He knew that one day, fate would have them together, they'd bonded when they first met. No matter what anyone did, their instincts would lead them to one another. But he could consider these things at another time.
Turning down one last corridor, he could smell him the most in this room. Not even caring about the way it would look, he kicked the door open, breaking one of them off the hinges. He rolled his eye back into his head, the smell was overpowering here, but it was still just the after math of what he actually smelled like. As he looked around the room, he noted the window being open, most likely from when he ran away. As he progressed into the room, something threw his nose off. It was that sickening smell... The smell of...
"Zarbon..." That bastard, he'd been the one that'd warned Trunks. He knew there was no way Trunks could have know before hand, but was hoping it'd be Tarble. Not that he liked the kid, but he didn't' hate him as much as he did Zarbon. The man was so close to Trunks, and he couldn't even understand why. As his irritation grew, he could feel his energy rise. He didn't even try to contain it, he encouraged the rage and power. Screaming, his power raised tremendously, a small explosion ensued, destroying the room.
Slowly floating out of the hole that was once a room, he scanned the area for Zarbon's power level. But he didn't have to look very far, for in the direction of the ship docks, there was Zarbon, looking completely fear struck. Instanttransmision was his friend as he was now directly in front of Zarbon, looming over him. The look in his eyes were murderous, and that's exactly what he had plans on doing, after he got the information of course. Zarbon simply stared back, in shock and fear, until a fist landed swiftly in his gut. So much power behind one punch, Zarbon coughed up blood before his neck was violently grabbed by the now super saiyan. Broly already had a low tolerance for the man, and even lower one when it came to something concerning Trunks.
"The boy, where has he gone?"
Zarbon was still catching his breath at this point, but Broly had already lost his patience and punched a second and third time in the gut. This time, he could feel some bones giving way under his might. But he wouldn't ask again, Zarbon knew he was coming, and he knew what Broly could and would do to him. It didn't even matter weather or not he answered his question, he'd still kill him. Tightening the hold on his throat, he looked Zarbon in the eye. He saw the determination, but was unable to deal the last blow, for someone behind had come to save Zarbon.
"I think that will be quite enough Broly." The slightly feminine voice irritated him, but he needed Frieza if he hoped to find Trunks anytime soon. Turning, he still held Zarbon in his grasp, who at this point had nearly fallen unconscious. Frieza saw this, and smiled.
"The rumors were right, you don't waste time when it comes to getting something you want." Turning serious, he looked past Broly into the night sky. "Leave Zarbon alone Broly, your mates' ship will be found in only a few minutes, as he hasn't gotten very far. Then I can send you in one of my faster ships to retrieve him. How does that sound?"
Broly clicked his tongue in disgust before violently throwing Zarbon down towards the ground below. It wasn't an alarmingly height, only about 700 feet in the air, he'd live. He breathed deeply for a few moments before lowering his power again. While he could easily power up, the headband his father put on him throbbed every time he did. It was uncomfortable, so until he found Trunks, he keep off the power for awhile.
Floating past Frieza slowly, he uttered a single sentence.
"I'm heading towards my ship right now."
And like that, he was off towards the ship that Frieza promised. There was no way in hell Broly was going to let anyone, even Frieza, keep him from his mate now. As the cold night air hit his face, thoughts of his mate clouded his mind and put him into a calming trance like state.
A/N
Hey guys! I'm loving this story, and I hope you are. Although, I feel like I did the whole POV thing wrong in this chapter. But I like it, so I'm going to keep it. Unless you guys tell me that you hate so much that you're going to puke, it'll stay where it's at. Once again, I apologize for any grammar errors. I'm not the best speller in the world, nor the best English writer. Although I did get a high score on my FSA Reading and Writing, lol. So, I'll be posting the next chapter soon. And look out for my surveys soon, they'll be the deciding factors in what happens to some of my stories. Laters!
