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Rage Burst
"What is he doing?" Gohan asked peering through the kitchen window.
"Is he sleeping?" Kakarot asked, standing next to Gohan and also looking outside.
"He looks like he's meditating…"
"Why don't you go ask him?"
"Me? Why don't you go ask him?"
"Because if he's doing something important I'd rather him be angry at you for disturbing him."
"Dad…are you afraid of Goten?"
"No, why?"
"Then why don't you go ask him what the hell he is doing?"
"I already told you. Now go out there and see what he's up to…"
Gohan shook his head in disbelief and stomped out of the kitchen. He sometimes wished his father had more balls…He approached Goten, who was sitting outside on the ground, his legs crossed and his eyes closed. Gohan stopped a few meters away from him and stared.
"What the fuck are you doing now, Goten?" he shot, making Goten wince.
"I'm trying to meditate, now leave me alone!" the brother replied.
"Why?"
"So I can concentra―"
"No, why are you meditating?"
Goten hesitated. He opened his eyes and turned his head around to look at his brother, who was just standing there, hands on his hips and giving him a condescending look.
"I'm trying to clear my mind…" he replied.
"Oh, Goten…your mind is already crystal clear…" Gohan laughed ironically.
"Do you want something?" Goten asked irritated.
"Just wanted to see what you were doing. You look pretty stupid, you know?"
"I don't care. Now, go away."
"Are you shooing me off?"
"Dad! Can't you make Gohan stop bugging me?"
"Gohan! Let's spar, buddy!" Kakarot said getting out of the kitchen and fixing his gloves. Gohan gaped at him.
"Seriously? You're going to listen to his every whim?" Gohan asked.
"You haven't trained in quite a while, Gohan." Kakarot said frowning at him. "When the king said that the low-classes had to train, he meant you too. Come!"
Gohan sighed exasperated and gave Goten one last glance before he walked after his father to spar, although he knew from now the outcome of the fight.
Goten resumed his meditation, although he wasn't doing too good, because his mind kept flying back to his encounter with the prince. He had mixed feeling about what happened between them…not that much happened, but he still couldn't believe it that he and the prince actually had a conversation that wasn't only death threats and ironic statements. Of all the people on this planet, the prince talked to him…
He smiled. He wasn't a bad guy…he was a calm and patient teacher, that was for sure…Something he never had. His grandpa Bardock was a very strong man and he liked to share tips on how to fight, but he didn't have any patience whatsoever. His uncle Raditz also enjoyed teaching him new things, but he would lose interest quite fast and abandon their training session. His father…he was very calm and patient, but he didn't bring anything new to the table, so his training sessions were rather boring. His brother Gohan was hectic. He didn't have any patience with him, he didn't know how to explain anything and he would push him around most of the times. Pff…the days when Gohan and his father were stronger than him.
He liked the prince, he decided. He was interesting and Goten was excited to meet him again and learn new tricks. But first, he must learn how to feel the air…feel the―
"Owww!"
His eyes snapped open as he felt something hit him in the head. A rock. He heard Gohan laughing.
"Wanted to check if you were still alive!" his brother shouted and then laughed. Goten heard his father laugh too. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tight.
Damn it, he needed to focus! And then he'll show them!
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Tanap turned off his scouter and scanned the sky from the top balcony. Just as he expected...give the prince a little liberty and he abuses it. The conversation he has witnessed via scouter (the fool forgot to turn off the transmitter) confirmed to him that the prince had snuck out of the palace before and that he had mingled with the low-classes. Now, he even gives away essential training tips to every piece of dirt he finds on the streets. The king never would have tolerated such thing. But the king wasn't here...The prince was in charge...technically, he wasn't, but Tanap had a plan how to bring this kid down. He knew that by what he was doing he was ignoring his Majesty's orders, but the king had to see how his son truly was and that it was a mistake from the very beginning to keep him on this planet.
A few moments later, he spotted the prince flying towards him. He crossed his arms to his chest and watched him land near him.
"Enjoying his Majesty's absence I see," Tanap said.
"Oh, shut up, I didn't do anything wrong! I just flew around." Trunks said as he walked past him inside the palace.
"Nobody saw you?" Tanap asked nonchalantly, walking after the prince.
"And if somebody saw me, what? It's not like I'm a monster and they can't bear to look at me...I've never understood this idea that I have to be locked up in here...like I'm some sort of prisoner...some slave and not the-"
"...prince of all Saiyans, indeed." Tanap approved. Trunks cast a glance his way. "I understand your frustration, my prince...After all, his Majesty was allowed to roam the skies and the streets freely when he was your age and him, taking away this fundamental right of yours seem a bit unjust..."
"A bit?" Trunks puffed, unaware of Tanap's cunning plans.
"Perhaps, his Majesty only wanted to protect you from the evil world from outside, since you're...how can I say this..." Tanap said and smirked behind the prince's back. "...different from the rest of us."
Trunks stopped suddenly. He turned around at Tanap. "His Majesty said that?" he asked frowning.
"Oh, not necessarily, but people sensed his intentions..." Tanap continued in his unctuous manner. "You see...his Majesty seems to believe that your more sensitive nature might not be able to cope with the outside world..."
"What...?"
"People are evil in the city...they gossip...they provoke even the strong-hearted...most of all, they're tricky."
"So, are you saying that his Majesty thinks that I'm too sensitive and that whatever those Saiyans say about me might...bring me down? You're joking!"
Tanap gave him a sympathetic glance. "Why do you think he didn't want to take you in the mission? You're not made from the same material as us Saiyans..."
Trunks shook his head. "You're lying!" he said and walked away, his fists clenched tightly.
"I did not intend to distress his Highness..." Tanap said after him, but seeing that he had indeed touched a sensitive chord, he smiled satisfied and watched the prince storm down the corridor.
"He's lying...! He's lying!" Trunks thought as he almost ran to his training room. And yet, it would make more sense...The king was embarrassed with him and that's why he didn't even want him outside the palace! He was a disgrace for the Saiyans and that was why the king kept him away from everyone!
'Your more sensitive nature...'
Only because he was a half-Saiyan! Only because he was a little different, he had to be discriminated against! Racist disgusting society! He hated everything!
His blood was boiling and he didn't know what to do in order to set his frustration and anger free. He got inside the training room and started walking in circles, like an enraged animal. He screamed in anger and punched the walls around him.
There was nothing wrong with him! They weren't the normal ones. They should analyze themselves and see how stupid and dysfunctional their society and mentality were!
And why would his father be like that? Why did he rather say things behind his back? Why didn't he just tell him straight in the face that he was like this and this and that he didn't like that and that? Why couldn't there be a bond between them? He tried! He tried accepting the king as a father...he tried to include him in his thoughts and feelings, but the king didn't even seem to bother with him. He didn't give a shit. Why then did he still keep him here? What kind of perverted satisfaction did the king have by keeping him like this and depriving him of any liberty? He could've just let him die on his stupid worthless planet as they called it...
He got down on his knees, exhausted from all that punching. His knuckles hurt. But no! Saiyans don't feel pain. They don't feel. He'll show them. He was worthy of being a Saiyan. They knew nothing about him.
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The following day, Trunks was still mad with anger. He snapped at everyone who asked him anything and he almost started a fight with Tanap, simply because he couldn't stand the idea that everyone only saw a weak stupid half-Saiyan when they were looking at him. They would never consider him worthy of being their prince. And he would never have the chance to prove to them that he was more of a Saiyan than they gave him credit.
He stormed out of the dining hall when he was done eating and decided to go on the top balcony to maybe clear his mind. In fact, he was considering the idea of simply taking off and fly around by himself again. It appeared that Tanap was busy with some papers that afternoon, meaning that he won't be bugging into his affairs for a while.
Once he reached the top balcony, he leaned over the banister and just breathed. He tried to calm down. Breathe...breathe...!
"Fuuuuuuuck!" he screamed gripping the railing so tight that he made it crack. The anger was boiling up again. He had to set it free somehow...
He lifted his head and looked at the city. He hated that city! He hated everything about that society and its people! He could just point his finger at it and make it disappear in one blow. Then he could be called a real Saiyan.
His mind was clouded with dark thoughts in that moment and he wasn't thinking straight anymore. He shot up into the air and looked down at the city. He pointed his index finger at it, but just in that moment he felt a familiar energy approaching very fast. He knew who it was.
Goten had no idea how to meet the prince again, but he thought that it was usually the prince who found him whenever he was around, so he decided to go into the city and probably venture himself closer to the court.
"Goten, what do you do in the city all day?" Gohan asked when he was about to leave the house. "Where do you go, more exactly?"
"Why do you care?" Goten asked.
"I'm just curious...you're always in the company of other bigger power levels..."
"If I were you, Gohan, I'd start being concerned about how I could increase my power level faster than just stay home all day and spy on my brother through the scouter."
"You're very evasive too," Gohan continued like he hadn't heard Goten.
"Dad...?!"
"Stop bringing dad into this! You always cry out for daddy whenever you're cornered! Like daddy could even help you in any situation other than winning a fight with me."
"What was that, Gohan?" Kakarot asked in a cold voice, as he just got in the room. Gohan gave him a defiant glance.
Goten took advantage of this interruption to just get the hell out of there. His father and Gohan would probably have a showdown by the end of the day, as the tension that was between them reached painful limits.
As Goten flew over the city, his new scouter picked up an immense power level coming from the court. He scanned the skies and saw a dot right above the palace. And by the number his scouter showed, that was probably the prince.
He didn't know whether to go up to him and say hi, or just continue flying and make him come after him. But he noticed something as he got closer. The prince had his index finger pointed somewhere at the city and he didn't look happy at all. His scouter started counting at a high speed. He then saw that the prince looked at him and then pointed his finger at him.
The scouter shot up to an absurdly high number and just then Goten noticed that there was an energy blast coming his way. He barely had time to avoid it.
"What the fuck?" he said and looked behind him to see where that energy ball exploded. Luckily somewhere outside the city. He turned his head back around and frowned at the prince.
"What the hell was that for?" Goten shouted, but saw that the prince was heading his way and he had a furious look on his face. Goten had no idea what pissed him off that bad, but he knew that what would follow would not be too nice. He changed directions and started flying away from the city, luckily the prince was following him. Goten felt uneasy. The prince seemed mad with anger for some reason and Goten kind of understood that he needed to set it free somehow...and that was why he was pursuing him so closely!
Goten powered up and tried to fly as fast as he could, his heart racing in his chest...he wasn't sure though, if because of fear or excitement.
He looked behind himself again and saw that the prince just disappeared into thin air.
He's ahead of me.
Just as he turned, he felt a powerful punch hit him square in the face and then another one in his back. This made him lose altitude fast. He regained control over his body just in time to avoid a painful contact with the ground. This seemed so familiar...
He'll hit me in the back.
He barely had time to jump aside, as Trunks' foot made a hole in the place where Goten had been just a split second ago. The prince sneered at him.
'He's mad,' Goten thought as he got in a defense position. He got excited by the prospects of a really good fight, but in the same time he felt terrified of the look on the prince's face. He looked determined to kill and Goten remembered what a tremendous difference there was between their power levels.
"What did I do?" he asked, but just then the prince launched into an attack. Goten felt a slight breeze in his face and instinctively he raised his hand to protect his head. He caught the prince's fist before it hit him.
Amazed by his performance, he forgot to pay attention to the other fist that got firmly planted in his cheekbone. He fell on his back, but Trunks manhandled him back up. He punched him so fast in the face he had absolutely no time react.
Goten found a breech eventually and ducked, making the prince throw a fist into the air and giving Goten the opportunity to tackle him to the ground. He found himself on top of the prince, but this didn't last long, for Trunks knocked him off him with his feet, making Goten fall on his back again. The next thing he felt was the prince's knee crushing his stomach. He spat out blood and blacked out for two seconds.
And that's how it began. Trunks kicked him up into the air like a football and there he showered the low-class with punches and kicks all at an astonishing speed, to make sure that the low-class wouldn't find time to oppose. He was superior! He was a half-breed, but he had the upper hand!
In that moment he felt that he could kill. If he killed he would prove to himself that everything his father thought about him were just lies.
A punch firmly planted in the diaphragm to knock him out of breath, two firm punches in the face to dislocate his jaw and an uppercut to knock him unconscious.
The low-class lay motionless on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth. Trunks looked down at him and pointed his opened palm towards him. He started forming an energy blast.
Kill him.
He hesitated. The attack was ready.
Kill him!
His hand was shaking.
The low-class was barely breathing. It would take him a while to heal again...
Kill the damn low-class!
Why? Why should he kill him? What would he prove if he killed a defenseless low-class? A low-class who didn't even provoke him this time.
He looked at Goten's face and then let down his hand. The attack disappeared.
He couldn't do it. He just couldn't.
His father and everyone else were right. He wasn't a true Saiyan. He felt so enraged when they thought that, but now he realized that it was true. He would never be a true Saiyan. It wasn't in his nature...
He made a few steps away from Goten. What had he done? What normal person would act like this? Not even the prince of all Saiyans had the right to do what he just did.
He had to fix this. He decided to get closer to Goten, to check his pulse. It was still there, although a little faint. This meant that he was only unconscious. What could he do? He could take him to the palace's healing tank...No, that was impossible. He couldn't hide this from Tanap.
But he had another idea. He got back up and shot up into the sky. He flew to the palace as fast as he could and once there, he ran to the healing room, passing by a few councilors in his way. He grabbed the nearest medical kit and almost as fast as he got there, he flew back to where he had left Goten, not knowing that Tanap watched him when he took off. The supervisor raised a curious eyebrow, but only turned back around to go in the conference room, where he still had some business to take care of. This was really interesting to observe...
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His eyes fluttered and after a few more attempts, he managed to open them properly. He was staring at the reddish sky. He turned his head to his right, saw that he was in a forest and then turned his head to his left, where he saw the prince rubbing in a lotion on a bruised forearm. Wait...that was his forearm!
He opened his mouth to say something, but what came out was only a long moan of pain as his jaws felt just like they were about to fall off.
"Try not to speak. I'll fix it," the prince said and put his hands on each of Goten's jaws. Before Goten could understand what would happen next, a round of severe pain exploded in his head as Trunks reset his jaw. Goten groaned with his mouth shut and hit the ground with his feet.
"Keep your teeth gritted for a while," Trunks said in a low voice and resumed his previous task of cleaning up the wound on Goten's forearm.
Goten frowned. What the hell just happened? Wasn't the prince about to finish him off? He kicked the crap out of him and he was now cleaning up his wounds?
"Now that you're awake," Trunks said "take off your armor so I could apply this lotion."
"What?" Goten asked between his gritted teeth.
"Take off your armor!"
"But I..."
"Take it off!"
Goten gave him a confused look, but complied. With difficulty he took off his armor as everything in his body just ached like hell. He was surprised he still woke up. Once that was done, Trunks poured some healing lotion in his hand and started applying it on Goten's chest, where he had hit him countless times.
Goten frowned and instinctively removed the prince's hands. They looked at each other for a moment, until Trunks tried again, but Goten grabbed his hand.
"I got this," the prince said.
"You don't..."
"I said I got this!" the prince snapped and Goten let go of him. Trunks began massaging his chest. He had to mend the damage he had done. Goten just stared at him for a while. How could he still tell the prince that it was not usual for a guy to do this to another guy, unless they were family? He looked at his hand and only then noticed that he had even taken off his gloves to do this. But he could hardly feel his touch...it was almost tender...
Goten felt the urge to laugh if it hadn't been for his torso aching so badly. But he didn't understand what just happened...what just happened to the prince and his destructive drive?
He put his hand on the prince's to make him stop. "I think you should stop," he said and Trunks didn't protest anymore. Only then did he realize how awkward everything must have been for Goten. He forgot that too much physical contact was a big no-no in the Saiyan society.
So he sat there, watching Goten apply the lotion himself, but he started looking elsewhere after a while. He didn't want the low-class to think that he was watching him in a perverted way.
"I'm sorry it has come to this..." he spoke after a while. Goten looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You don't have to be sorry," he said and took some bandages from the medical kit near him. Trunks helped him wrap it around his torso.
"What I just did was not normal..." the prince said.
"What, helping me heal?"
"No, attacking you for no reason!"
"I'm sure you had your reason..."
"Not a good reason to just want to kill you only because you were in my way!"
"What were you intending to do?"
"I was about to blow up the city."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to prove that I could do it. Just like now, I was about to kill you only to prove that I am Saiyan enough to do it...That was not normal..."
Goten didn't find it that shocking though. Saiyans always had crazy ideas how to prove how strong they were, but he noticed that the prince was actually aiming at something else. He seemed distressed that he didn't do anything he just said. The city was still standing and he was still alive.
"So, you find abnormal the fact that you wanted to blow up the city and not the fact that you didn't do it?" Goten asked.
"Who the hell considers normal the idea of killing a million of innocent people out of a whim?" the prince burst.
"Saiyans." Goten replied short.
Trunks shut his mouth and then nodded. "Well then I guess I am not a Saiyan..."
Goten couldn't believe it. Was this the same person he met yesterday and a few weeks ago? Was this the prince of all Saiyans sitting next to him and looking troubled over a stupid issue? Something wasn't right... this guy seemed nothing like the strong and tough guy he ran into a few weeks ago in the palace.
But then again this was the fourth time the prince didn't kill him, although he had the chance to. Could this be the true face of the Saiyan prince? That he was not cold-blooded enough to commit a murder? But this made no sense...
Goten winced as he put his armor back on and tried to get up. The prince understood his intentions and supported him up.
"Can you stand? You have to go to a medical station...the healing lotion was just something temporary." Trunks said. "I can take you to-"
"No!" Goten said immediately and frowned at him. "I don't need your help...your Highness."
He wasn't sure he liked this new face of the prince. It somehow reminded him of his father, and to be honest, he wasn't a big fan of his father either. He wished the prince were rough and scary, like he thought he was. He should've left him in a puddle of blood, not come over with healing medicine and rub it on him...
"I can manage..." Goten said and slowly pushed the prince's arm off of him. He was really dizzy and he staggered a little until he got in a perfectly straight position. He sketched a smile, though.
"That was a great fight..."
Trunks didn't share his enthusiasm. He didn't draw any satisfaction from what he did...it actually made him more miserable.
He nodded and slapped Goten on the back. "Okay, fine...umm...you still need training, although I did sense some slight improvement...now, go and heal. And... –he brought his face closer to Goten and gave him a menacing glare- if you spill the beans to anyone about what just happened I'm going to-"
"Kill me?" Goten asked with a small smirk at the corner of his mouth. The prince grabbed him by his throat as just in that moment he had the terrifying feeling of having lost a great amount of respect from the low-class.
"Don't you mock me," he sneered. "Consider yourself lucky that today you've escaped my wrath."
"I will, your Highness," Goten said, although from that moment on he stopped seeing the prince as a threat. He'd seen his true force and witnessed his weakness.
Trunks let go of him and gave him another glare. "Now get out of here," he said and put his hands on his hips.
"Do you still want to see the planet, your Highness?" Goten asked turning around at him.
Trunks hesitated. "Give it some time," he said and made some steps around. "I'll find you when I feel like it."
Goten nodded as he pursed his lips. He looked up at the sky and took off, although he noticed that he was terribly weakened. Damn it, he'll have to use another healing credit. But he wasn't that mad...he was just disappointed of the prince's behavior.
Trunks watched the low-class fly off and then sighed. He sat down at the base of a tree and put his hands on his face. He slipped up and he felt ashamed.
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Goten flew with difficulty back home as his vision kept getting blurry. But once he landed on their house's back yard, he noticed that the menacing tension that built up between his father and brother finally blew up and they were now fighting each other outside.
"...and you treat me like I'm just some piece of junk that lies around. Like you are the father and I should listen to you!"
Goten stopped walking as he couldn't believe that that was his father shouting like that. He was holding Gohan up in the air by his throat and he didn't seem happy at all. He actually looked mad...a bit too much like his grandpa Bardock when he was in a bad mood.
"You ungrateful son of a bitch!" Kakarot sneered and threw Gohan to the ground. Goten's brother whimpered. Kakarot didn't hesitate and kicked him in his stomach with his foot. "You laze around, doing nothing all day and you dare treat me like a piece of crap, huh? Like I mean nothing here! I've been too kind to you...to both of you! And it seems that you took my kindness for naivety! But things will change around here...I am in charge! And if you have anything against this, you can leave! Be my guest!"
Kakarot made a few steps back from Gohan and then turned around. He saw Goten standing there, all beaten up and bandaged.
"What the fuck are you doing that you keep ending up like this?" the father shouted in Goten's face. "Can't you fucking stay out of trouble from time to time? One day you'll get yourself killed because of your behaviour, you careless brat!"
He passed Goten hitting him with his shoulder. Goten glared at him for a moment, but then his attention got caught by his brother, who began coughing blood where his father had thrown him. Goten limped to him.
"You can't say you didn't ask for it," he said, not helping Gohan to get up though.
"Spare me," Gohan growled and supported his torso with his hands. His arms were shaky and there was a trickle of blood going down his chin and on the ground.
"I've never seen dad so angry. I never thought he had it in him," Goten said and looked over at their house. "I guess he needed this..."
"Yeah, he needed to assure himself that he had some balls," Gohan sneered and coughed again.
"You have to go to a medical station," Goten said calmly, as if this scene of his brother spitting out blood and barely standing up was something really regular around there.
Gohan peered up at him. "Look who's talking..." he said. Goten sighed and finally decided to pick his brother off the ground and help him stand.
"Come now, we're going together," Goten said. "Let me get the healing credits."
Once back, he put one of Gohan's arms over his shoulders and they walked slowly but steadily to the nearby medical station.
"What was he doing?" Gohan asked.
"He was just sitting in grandpa's old armchair," Goten said.
"Oh, reclaiming the alpha male's throne now."
"Cut him some slack, Gohan...he's always been in the shadow of grandpa and Raditz...and we've never actually been too keen on him either...he needed to do something to gain some respect."
"Since when did you become so thoughtful?"
Goten sketched a smile, but didn't say anything. What just happened between his father and brother somehow reminded him of his little showdown with the prince. It was obvious that something was bothering the prince and he had a small breakdown...the only way Saiyans knew how to have breakdowns.
"So, I'm guessing you've found a strong friend around in the city..."Gohan said after a while.
"Hmm?"
"That strong power level you're always around when you go towards the city...Is he an elite?"
"Gohan, I thought I told you not to spy on me through your scouter!"
"Speaking of scouters, where did you get that fancy one? I though you broke your other one...this one looks like the ones Raditz has. Did you steal it?"
"No...!"
"Your new friend gave it to you?"
Goten didn't say anything. His brother was starting to annoy him with all those questions. He wished he didn't offer to carry him to the medical station.
"You know that it's illegal what you're doing..." Gohan continued after a while and gave his brother a quick look to check his reaction.
"I'm not doing anything wrong," Goten said in his defense.
"Are you friends with benefits?"
"Gohan! What the hell?!"
"What? He gives you a new scouter...he apparently beats the crap out of you so you could get stronger...what do you give him in return?"
"My God, Gohan, you should go out some more. Staying at home all day has made your brain wander in the weirdest depths of your imagination..." Goten said feeling uneasy. He wasn't sure if he felt appalled by the idea that his brother was even thinking about sex (he regarded Gohan as the most asexual Saiyan on that planet) or by the slight truth in Gohan's words... The prince did ask for something in return...but it wasn't of that kind. Thank mercy!
Gohan ceased to ask any more questions and they arrived at the medical station after a few minutes.
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"What is the matter, your Highness?" Tanap asked in his usual unctuous voice, a day after the events presented above. "Have you fallen in one of your signature depressions again?"
"I'm not in the mood for your insults, Tanap," Trunks spoke. He was in his bedroom, lying on a chaise longue near the window with an arm over his eyes.
"You will not fly off into the city today, my prince?" Tanap asked from the door, not helping a cunning smirk from spreading all over his face.
"I sense the irony in your voice, Tanap," Trunks said in a blank voice. "But for your information, I haven't once set foot in the city..."
"Really? Then where have you been flying?"
"Flying around..."
"Flying around?"
"Mhm..."
"And what stops you from going today?"
"Weren't you the one who always scolded me whenever I even suggested the idea of going out? Now you sound like you're actually goading me into going out..."
"Oh, no, your Highness...but I've come to terms with it. Because I'm sure that you will still do whatever you want even if I'm against it..."
"I'm glad you understood that part, Tanap."
Tanap made a few steps around the room, examining it from top to bottom, as if he were looking for some incriminating evidence about what he was doing while outside.
"Did you meet anyone in your little adventures?" the supervisor asked when he got near the prince by the window.
"No..." Trunks lied and took his arm off his eyes.
"No? No one? Not even one Saiyan saw you outside?" Tanap asked, trying to sound casual, although he wanted to catch Trunks red-handed, even though he knew very well that the prince was lying to him.
"I don't know and frankly I don't care." Trunks said getting up and going to the window. "It's not like I'll ever belong here..."
Tanap's smile widened and he advanced towards the prince. "Do not be distressed, my prince. The royal family has always been the subject of discussion for these worthless maggots from the beginning of time. You don't need to bother with them..."
"I wish I knew my people better...and they me..."
'His people?!' Tanap thought and he hardly held back an ironic puff. He liked it though that he managed to bring down some of the prince's defenses with what he said to him two days ago about how the society and the king regarded him. The truth was that the prince was so inexistent from the public light that no one even cared about him. They knew he was there and that he was insanely strong like his father, but they never bothered to wonder why he was never outside or why he wasn't in the mission along with the king. Saiyans have always entrusted their welfare in the hands of their kings and it was the king's business what the prince did or didn't do, because the king always knew what was best for them and their planet...theoretically.
"Your time will come, my prince," Tanap said after a while and headed towards the door. "Don't forget about your training session at noon."
"I'm not doing it," Trunks said propping his elbows on the windowsill. Tanap wheeled around on his heels.
"Pardon?"
"I don't feel like training today...I don't have what to train for anyway...it's not like I'll even have the chance to prove what I'm worth..."
"As you wish, your Highness..."Tanap said and took a short bow before he left the room. Oh, if only the king were around to see how his protégée was behaving! He wasn't even training now...and due to his disgusting amount of feelings that made him fall into constant states of depression, he was completely useless now!
Ever since he found out about this kid, he knew that a half-Saiyan would never be able to fulfill the task of being the prince of all Saiyans. He might have been physically strong, but his emotional side brought him down and kept him back from being 100% dedicated. And he was sure the king started noticing this too. All Tanap needed to do is carefully orchestrate his plan of bringing down prince Trunks and the brat will be sent off the planet in no time.