Chapter 8
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The king looked back to the teen for a moment before he lightly chuckled. Yes... this boy resembled the Prince of Vegetasei and Bulma more than that old doctor. This... teen must be the heir to the throne! It just had to be! Even with that spar from a few moments ago... he just proved to have beaten his own father in battle...
The saiyan prince should be proud.
"So... Trunks."
The lavender locked male turned his eyes to the king of saiyans.
"Sir?"
The king's smirk grew on his lips as they continued on their way to the labs.
"I couldn't help but notice the skill you hold in combat," the king congratulated, "You must have had to work extremely hard."
Trunks brought a hand up, and he rubbed the back of his head nervously with a light chuckle almost loud enough to echo down the halls.
"To be honest... I hardly ever practice."
The king's eyebrow rose. Trunks noticed the action, and he began to laugh nervously once more.
"Well... it's not like I NEVER practice! I just have school work and father's business to run!"
The king nodded being reminded of this little fact.
This teen was the heir to two different powers... He was the heir to one of the most influential business in the universe and the heir to the saiyan throne. If Trunks remained on Vegetasei all those years to receive the proper training to become king... then the current prince would have already been ruling for about fourteen years! In saiyan years that is...
Trunks began to bite the skin on his lip; that was the signal of how he was becoming nervous. He looked straight ahead in the halls. He didn't know why he felt so... intimidated with the king beside him! Trunks knew he would easily defeat Vegeta Sr. But there was just something... they way how the king was looking at him... and how the king was talking to him! It was as if he knew an important secret he would have been told!
The king noticed the teen's discomfort. The last thing the king wanted at this moment was to scare Trunks off... that is IF he was actually the heir to the saiyan throne. He decided to change the subject; hopefully it would have brought a more comfortable atmosphere.
"Trunks, are you enjoying your stay here?" questioned the king.
Trunks smiled lightly as he nodded his head. "Yes, very much so."
"In what ways?" questioned the king once more; he was very curious to what good qualities were on this planet compared to Earth.
"For one," started Trunks as he held up a single finger, "I don't have a multitude of women chasing me."
"Women?" The king began to laugh as he envisioned his grandson being chased by psycho fan girls wishing to get a small glimpse of him in person.
"Yes." Trunks then crossed his arms over his chest. "Every time I walk down the streets of home, there are all these girls swarming around me trying to steal my clothing! They have successfully taken two of my shirts... about five of my jackets..." Trunks then ran a hand through his long locks of hair, "And many girls bring scissors to cut off a few locks of hair to worship. It's very disturbing; I've seen them being bid on in the Internet!"
"...Internet?"
Trunks nodded. "It links all the computers on earth to one system that allows you to purchase things world wide and communicate with others."
The king nodded his head as he began to stroke his goatee, "I see."
Trunks nodded his head as he continued his way down the halls... He looked up, and turned his attention to near by servants. Many of them were watching the two men walk down the tiled hallways, their shoes clicking against the clean, shiny floors. Trunks couldn't help but smirk at noticing the shine of the obsidian tiles. It was perfect to slide on... maybe with just a bit of wax... or maybe some flour spread against the floors and some socks to slide in.
PERFECT!
Trunks' smirk widened as he lightly chuckled to himself.
All the servants around noticing the hybrid saiyan plot couldn't help but take a double take. That smirk; it was the trademark of the full-blooded saiyan prince! Anyone who was of the saiyan population KNEW the Vegeta Smirk.
The king also turned his attention to his grandson; and he also gave a small smirk of his own. Even though he was many years older than the boy almost equivalent to 47 years on this planet- 58 on planet Earth- the king didn't show any signs of his age. He still felt as young as he did when he was twenty years of age!
Maybe that was because saiyans didn't reach their prime till about 80 years.
"Would you like to make permanent residence here?"
Trunks snapped his head to the king; his eyes almost wide from surprise of the question and a bit confused to why it would be asked.
"Excuse me...? Your highness, I don't think I understand."
The king lightly smiled, "Would you consider living on this planet?"
Trunks' face was almost completely blank, as the question seemed to repeat in his mind many times. And finally he stated a few words. "Well... I don't know. My father's business is on earth; I have grown up there since birth."
'Liar,' thought the king attentively listening.
Trunks shrugged his shoulders. "Is there a certain reason why you ask me to consider this?"
The king placed his hands behind his back as he turned eye to eye with his grandson. 'Those same bright blue eyes...' he thought with a smirk, "I think it might help Bulma, your 'sister', to have some family around." The king turned from the hybrid saiyan to look out a window, which so happened to be only a few feet from where they currently stood. He gazed out into the bright sky. "I do know your 'father' is getting old... and from what my son's mate explained to me... he was rather ill- even for human standards. I know it would be a big help for this planet to have a boost in technology. From what I'm told, there are many out on Earth who compete with the technology."
Trunks just seemed to eye the back of the king's head for a moment before looking down to the tiles. How could he leave home? Earth was the only thing he grew up knowing... and having to come to a foreign planet as this! How was it possible!
"I don't think you moving your company would have much of an impact with your planet. We do have the most security; every single person on this planet is grown to protect Vegetasei and all who exist on the planet," explained the king. His attention was still on the outdoors. "We are doing what we can to have alien goods shipped in and hopefully... some good scientists to help us with defense weapons and such."
"But," Trunks took a step towards the king; confusion was clearly written in his eyes, "I didn't think the saiyans liked to purchase appliances and such... only the space gear."
The king nodded his head; he turned around to face the eighteen year old. "Over the years, because of our power we have become the enemies of many; I seriously doubt that we can forever hold off our defenses if many of our soldiers leave here for training in space."
"That's all you need?" interjected Trunks not giving the king a chance to finish, "A force field... to hold back your enemies when they decide to raid the planet?"
"Partially."
The king began to head towards the labs once more, and Trunks quickly followed.
"I might be able to create one. I know my dad has been trying to find the formulas to fields that could last for years on end... but it's a difficult task. For all I know, it could take YEARS on end to figure out a successful one!"
The king chuckled. "You think too much."
Trunks blinked. "Shouldn't I? I'm a scientist, after all."
The king's lips turned from a proud smile, to a disappointed frown. 'You should be a warrior; and with this power, you can rule this kingdom!'
"Or, why not just build a building here?"
Trunks rubbed the side of his head, "I don't know... my dad might have some more health problems down the line, and I really should be there by his side until the end."
"Bulma could be in charge of the building here," suggested the king still walking up the halls.
Trunks shook his head in disagreement; even though he was a few steps behind the king the full-blooded saiyan could tell what Trunks was about to say, "I don't know if she could handle it; she is having another child, and she might have a few more down the line! I wouldn't want to burden her with the company when it's handed to me."
The king stopped in his stride; "Are you trying to avoid moving here?"
Trunks had also stopped behind the king. His eyes were blinking rapidly before he brought his hands out in a defensive way. "NO! Of course not sir! It's just more simple to do all the work on Earth then ship any needed products down here from the labs!"
The king nodded his head watching his grandson from the corner of his eye. "I see." The king began again as did Trunks as they noticed the doors to the labs.
King Vegeta's lips became a thin line as he continued to think. He didn't understand WHY his grandson would pass up a chance to build his company on this planet! Didn't the kind understand how hard it was to trade with the saiyans... nonetheless having a foreign business on the soil of the saiyan planet? The kid was being offered the opportunity of a lifetime! Any other alien being given that opportunity would DIVE at it in a heartbeat!
But not this kid...
The king mentally growled as he headed to the doors of the lab. 'If only I could get him to remain on the planet... on his own free will... then he could be trained as a royal in line for the crown.
It was a shame.
The grandfather of the hybrid saiyan glanced to his grandson from the corner of his eye once more.
It was most defiantly a shame that Trunks was too smart and cautious for his own good.
'Too smart for his own good,' thought the king as they reached the doors. The king noticed two guards at the doors, and they respectfully opened them for the two of saiyan blood.
The king needed to find a way to keep this kid on the planet... even if it meant to drug him and chain him up in the deepest darkest dungeon.
Vegeta Sr. knew this case was going to be one of the hardest he would have to face.
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I'm stopping here... a bit short for my tastes... but it's something- and hopefully this will help out a bit. The next chapter I have will show the more playful side of the earth saiyans... dragging a few others in the contagious mix of random fun.
Please send a note or two of what you think or of what you think the story needs! Suggestions are welcome!
Takuma
