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Chapter 10: It Will Rain Down Victory

Trunks braced himself as the people cheered all over for the many contestants that were standing around him. He was the only child in the competition but that didn't matter to him. He was going to win...

Bulma somehow managed to find her tongue that had seemed to be absent and turned back to Vegeta. "Get him out of there!"

Vegeta blinked and before he could say a word Chaya stood up. "He can't. Trunks would be dishonored if he pulls him out."

Vegeta looked back at Trunks and knew that what Chaya said was right. If Trunks had it rough before, it would be a million times worse if he forcefully removed him from the competition.

Bulma wasn't having it though. "I don't care! Children aren't supposed to fight in this competition anyways."

Vegeta shook his head as he began to understand what was going on. "He's half Saiyan."

"So what?"

Vegeta looked back at Bulma. "Trunks knew what he was doing. He probably entered as an Earthling. The rules state Saiyan children can't fight, but it says nothing about foreign ones."

Bulma took a step closer to Vegeta. "He could die. You have to get him out of there."

"He'll never forgive you." Chaya said.

"No one asked you!" Bulma screamed at Chaya.

"Watch your tongue Whore!"

Bulma in complete anger lunged toward Chaya not caring anymore that she was stronger or that she was the Queen but Vegeta caught her. "Bulma you must stop it." Then he turned to Chaya. "And I swear on the blood of our fathers if you say one more thing you're going to wish that my father chose someone else."

Chaya angrily sat back down and hoped that the half breed would die painfully.

Bulma grabbed onto Vegeta's biceps and squeezed in fear. "Vegeta I can't lose him."

"Bulma he is strong. We have to trust him."

She looked back down and saw her son standing so proud in the middle of arena. She couldn't help the fear that tugged on her beating heart. "Vegeta please." She whispered.

Vegeta didn't want him to fight either. He knew that his son was strong, but he didn't know how he could compare to other elites. Plus Trunks wasn't a royal, he could be killed before Vegeta could stop it from happening. He looked down at his son and saw the look on his face. He had seen it on his own countless times. He understood him and what he was doing. He turned back to Bulma and said, "I can't. He wants this. If I have him removed his pride would never recover."

Bulma snatched her arms away from him. "And you would choose pride over my son's life?" She looked at him with the most determined face she had ever given anyone. "If my son dies Vegeta, I will never forgive you."

Vegeta nodded then looked back to the arena. He hoped that it wouldn't come to that...

Trunks looked up at the royal box and could see his mother and father looking down on him. 'Oh man, she looks so upset. But there's no turning back now.'

A fat Saiyan by the name of Mato came out onto the arena and the crowd cheered. He was known through out all of Vegeta for his humor. He was an obvious and perfect choice for ring master.

"Mato! Mato! Mato!" The crowd cheered.

Mato had a wireless microphone attached to his scouter. He clicked it on and said out loud for everyone to hear through the speakers "Saiyans of Vegeta!" The crowd went wild. Everyone was eager to see some blood shed. "We have today the bravest souls across the universe that have come to fight to the death!"

Bulma couldn't' help but think of Earth history and the gladiators of Rome. 'Barbarians.'

"They will fight and bleed...all for your entertainment. And also for the prize. Anything they may desire, anything they may wish at all, will be granted to the last remaining contestant if they can defeat the only other super saiyan other than our great King, Kakarot!"

The crowd hollered and cheered. Kakarot made his entrance at that and waved to the crowd. He then turned to bow to the contestants and was stunned once he saw Trunks standing in the midst of them. He turned back around to look at Vegeta. He saw Bulma shake her head and Vegeta nod his. Kakarot looked back to Trunks.

Trunks crossed his arms and stared down his former teacher. He knew that he was going to be in a lot of trouble when this was all over, but he was going to get his honor or die trying.

Mato pointed to a side of the arena. "Now we shall see who will be fighting who." Then suddenly a holographic screen appeared. "The fighters names will be drawn randomly." Then all the names of the fighters appeared on the board. "First contestants will be Lery and Trunks!"

The whole arena bursted into a fit of laughter. Everyone knew who Trunks was. Most of the Saiyans didn't even understand why he was down there in the first place. They all were talking about it as soon as he stepped out.

"The King's bastard is in the ring?"

"He probably begged his daddy to enter."

"I don't know he might be tough."

"He's a half breed. I want to see a real fight."

"Let the bastard die. That will teach whores for trying to seduce our men."

"Won't last 5 seconds."

Trunks heard them. Not all of them but he heard enough. He had received enough sneers from the other fighters already. Some were even calling him 'the easy win.' But he didn't pay any attention to them.

'That's right. Underestimate me. I'll be 10 steps ahead of all of you.'

All the fighters left the stage leaving no one but Mato, Lery and Trunks. Mato got in between the two of them. "Alright, there are no rules except two. If you are knocked out the ring you lose. If you die you lose. You can shoot energy blasts because we have robot deflectors centered around the arena to angle them into the sky. So with that said, Fight!" Mato said as he left the ring.

Lery snickered and got into a fighting stance as the audience began to taunt Trunks.

"Go back to Earth Freak!"

"You don't belong here!"

"This isn't a playground kid!"

Bulma was grasping a banister with dear life as she saw her son in the arena. 'Please Trunks, don't leave me.'

Vegeta didn't want to admit it but he was a bit nervous himself. Everyone as far as he knew that were entered into the tournament were tough fighters. They couldn't let just anybody into the tournament. It was still plaguing his mind how his son had gotten into the tournament without someone telling him in the first place.

An idea struck his mind and he turned to Chaya who was enjoying this a little too much. "Chaya when this is over, we will talk about this."

"What are you speaking of Vegeta?"

"Don't speak to me like a fool." He warned. He knew that she had to be involved in some way. There was a possibility that someone wanted to see Trunks in the tournament because they hated half breeds, but he couldn't see how this information wouldn't have at least gotten to her.

Bulma heard the conversation and turned to Chaya herself. "You put him in there?"

"Who are you to question me? I am Queen."

"Did you do this?" Bulma said ignoring her excuse.

Vegeta looked at her, ordering her to answer with only his eyes.

Able fidgeted not wanting his father's eyes to land on him. Chaya could tell that her son would fold under pressure if she didn't hold all the attention on her. "He entered on his own accord. I had nothing to do with it."

"But you were aware of it?" Vegeta said.

"No. Someone mentioned to me about a foreign child being in the tournament. No one told me it was a half breed. I have enough problems on my plate as it is, I do not wish to further your wrath Vegeta."

Vegeta didn't really believe her but there was nothing he could do without some type of proof.

Chaya narrowed her eyes. And turned back to the scene before her. Able felt a little nervous for his mother. 'This is all Trunks fault. I hope he dies...'

Back in the arena, Trunks stretched out his arms and legs a bit as he ignored the taunts and laughter from the crowd and his opponent.

Lery laughed as Trunks cracked his neck. "I'm not going to go easy on you kid. No matter who your-"

In a flash Lery was flying through the air, his mouth bleeding, as he skidded across the ground and landed into the side of the arena.

Everyone stared in shock at the unconscious Saiyan. Then one by one everyone turned back to Trunks who still had his leg stretched out in the air from where he delivered a round house kick. He slowly lowered his leg to the ground then flipped some hair back that managed to make its way to his eyes.

Suddenly the crowd cheered with approval for with that one move, he began to turn the tide for some of the on lookers.

"I always knew he was strong. He is the King's son."

"He knocked out an elite with one move! Saiyan blood is strong no matter how deluded."

"That was lucky for him. We'll see if he can do it again."

Trunks looked up to the Royal box and saw that his mother was in shock while looking at him. His father had no expression while his step mother and brother were frowning. He didn't want to analyze them at the moment. He had to concentrate on matters at hand.

"And clearly, by the smear on the wall over there, we all can tell that Trunks is the winner!" Mato said lifting Trunks's hand to the crowd. They cheered some more and Trunks took it in only for a moment before he walked off the arena to the holding area.

'One step down.'

Once Trunks got there he was met by a not so happy Kakarot. "What are you doing here Trunks?"

Trunks looked at his other opponents that were now seeing him in a new light. Before, they easily dismissed him, and laughed at him like he was nothing. Now they were looking at him as a threat. He turned to Kakarot. "I'm doing what needs to be done."

"Trunks you could get hurt."

"I know what I'm doing. I'm so close. Can't you see it's starting to work. People are already seeing me different."

He bent down so that he was eye level with him. "I know. I really do. It took me becoming a Super Saiyan to get everyone off of my back. I was stronger than everyone and also proved it by displaying it publicly. But that's not what got me to the place I am now."

"But-"

"I know what you're feeling feels good, but approval of others doesn't matter if you are dead."

"So what? You want me to drop out of the tournament?" Trunks asked defensively as he crossed his arms.

"No. It's too late now. But I want you to promise me that if you are too injured you will step out of the ring. Don't push it. These guys want to win bad. It's not worth your life."

Trunks nodded then Kakarot stood up to walk away. "What was it?"

"What was what?"

"What made you go Super Saiyan?"

Kakarot winced as he thought about his brother's death. "I realized there are more important things than winning a fight."

Trunks nodded his head. He understood that more than anything...

Bulma began pacing the few steps in the royal box next to Vegeta's chair. There were other fighters in the arena right now, and after a few more Trunks would be fighting again.

"Woman sit down."

Bulma stopped and glared at the chair that Vegeta had placed next to him. Chaya rolled her eyes. She could not believe that he was allowing the 'Blue Whore' to sit with them.

'Perhaps I shouldn't let it bother me. After all, she does have a front row seat to her own son's death.'

Bulma dismissed the chair with a wave of her hand. "Vegeta I can't sit here and just watch my son fight someone to the death."

"Trunks is stronger than what you think. He will get through this."

"I hope so." Bulma turned her attention back to the arena and shivered as one Saiyan blasted the head off of another. Mato stepped back onto the ring and shook his head. "Well, he won't be competing anymore. Now onto our next fight. We have Pep and Choy!"

Chaya smirked happily as they names were called. And Bulma paled with horror and turned to Vegeta. Vegeta became instantly concerned.

"Woman what is the matter?"

"That fighter..." She looked up to the screen and saw that the winner of this fight would have to fight Trunks then she looked back to Vegeta. "We have to get Trunks out of there now."

"Why?"

Bulma swallowed a couple times trying to get her throat to work which was hard because she was really trying not to cry and not to panic too hard. Vegeta stood up and got closer to her. "What is wrong."

"That fighter..."She said turning to the two that were in the arena. She pointed a shaking finger to the one on the right that looked so very familiar. "That fighter, the one named Choy...That's Bok's brother."

Vegeta turned to look at the fighter, and the resemblance was there. He growled at Bulma's meaning. The fighter would more than likely want revenge for what happened to his brother. It would have been the Saiyan thing to do to honor his brother by fighting Vegeta, but he was the Prince. It didn't apply to him because he was royalty. But Trunks...it would be the perfect opportunity to take his revenge and there was nothing he could do about it. He wasn't really worried about Trunks fighting in the tournament, because part of him believed that no one would dare kill him because he was the King's son. But he knew that his family connection wasn't going to help in this case.

The fight didn't last long at all. Choy was declared the winner in a matter of moments. He looked up to the royal box and smirked. He didn't even intend on entering the tournament, but the Queen insisted. She told him that she knew of his family's past and could give him the opportunity that was denied him so many years ago. To take his revenge on the two people that got his brother killed. He remembered his brother being smitten by the 'Blue Whore'. He told him everything. They were twins and kept nothing from each other. The only thing that was different between them, was that Bok wanted to stay on the planet while Choy wanted to leave. Choy would come home many times and tell him of the different women in the universe but Bok was obsessed with the 'Blue Whore'. If he had known that she would seduce her brother and the Prince he would have killed her. The shame for not being able to avenge his brother was taunting him for years. And now he was going to finally get the revenge that was rightfully his.

Bulma looked down onto the face that resembled her former friend. She finally sat down in the chair next to Vegeta and grasped his hand for support. Vegeta knew that it probably wasn't a good idea to have his former lover grasp his hand while sitting next to his Queen but he knew that Bulma needed this and that people were talking anyways so it really didn't matter. But what he didn't expect was the small comfort he got from the touch as well. He glanced at her momentarily then took his eyes back to the ring and watched as his son made an appearance. 'You can do this.'

Trunks had no clue of the danger that awaited him. All he knew that the man in front of him was another step towards his goal. As Mato gave introductions he got into a fighting stance preparing himself for the oncoming fight.

Mato left the ring and Trunks wasted no time in attacking. He was too anxious to get this over with, But Choy had other plans. Just when Trunks was about to make contact, Choy turned and hit Trunks on his back really hard where his tail should have been.

Trunks cried out for a moment, lost his footing and tripped on the ring. All the people in the audience winced at the very dirty move. Trunks didn't have a tail, but the nerves were still there and if someone hit him hard enough then it would still hurt. Not to mention getting hit in that area would still hurt whether you were Saiyan or not, But no one ever really attacked him in that spot, because he didn't have a tail.

Choy took that moment to jump in the air with intention to slam into his lower back once more, but Trunks was able to roll away and get up in time.

Trunks was looking at him with surprised eyes. 'If he would have hit me, I would have been paralyzed or worse.' He knew this competition was serious, but everything just went to a higher level.

Choy stood up and sneered at the child. "I am going to enjoy this. Just so you know, you can blame your parents for your death."

Trunks raised an eyebrow at that. "What do you mean?"

Choy glared at the royal box once more than looked back to Trunks. "Your parents killed my brother."

Trunks looked at the man and laughed. "You must mean my dad, because my mother wouldn't kill anyone in a million years."

Choy became angry with that response. "That whore is the reason why he died!"

"Watch your mouth." Trunks seethed out.

Choy ignored him and began circling him. Trunks got back into a fighting stance, preparing himself for the next attack. Choy didn't even see a child anymore, all he saw was his revenge in front of him. "Your mother seduced my brother, making him fall for her, then out of jealousy, your father killed him. I couldn't take my revenge on him and fight the Prince, but lucky for me, the two of them had you."

Trunks was getting a little worried but he calmed himself down and tried to think of his grandfather. 'Ok, what would he do in this situation? 10 steps ahead, think Trunks think...' Trunks knew he was a good fighter, but clearly this guy was out for blood and was going to use any and every dirty trick he could think of. And even though Trunks was very powerful and a talented fighter, he knew that he did not have the skills that this fighter possessed. So he had no choice but to calm down and use strategy in his fighting. He watched Choy watch him and realized that his eyes were wild. 'This guy is in complete psycho mode; a couple pushes and he'll totally lose it.'

Trunks smirked at him. "Yeah it sounds like your brother was an idiot."

Choy stopped, angry at his words. "What?"

Trunks shrugged his shoulders and laughed a little. "He should have known better than to get too close to the Prince's girl. Everyone knew that he always wanted my mother. Even now they are sitting next to each other. Your brother was stupid.

Choy became furious and pointed a shaking finger at him. "Don't do you dare mock his memory you Half Breed!"

Trunks laughed some more. "I'm not mocking his memory. I'm only stating facts; Your brother was an idiot. Actually I feel sorry for you; waiting all these years to honor a fool. You must be ashamed, I know I would be."

Choy screamed to the Heavens and charged Trunks like a mad man. Trunks little trick worked, but now he had to figure out a way to get this mad man out the ring. Choy was swinging wildly and fast at Trunks. For a moment, all Trunks could do was block, but then he dropped down, slid in between his legs, turned and kicked him in his back. Choy stumbled and Trunks took the opportunity to grab his tail and swing him hard to the other side of the ring.

Most of the audience groaned in pain as if they were the ones that experienced it themselves. Not many Saiyans had trained their tails to resist such pain. Strengthening your tail alone was a painful experience, so most only tried to keep it secure. Choy was part of the majority.

He got up shaking with pain and rage. "You half breed...BASTARD!" He charged Trunks immediately and delivered blow after blow, that Trunks was successfully blocking. At one point Choy caught Trunks off guard and head butted him then delivered an upper cut that mad Trunks fly out the air, but Choy caught Trunks foot, before he could get away from him and slammed him into the ground. Then without letting him go, he slammed him into the other side of him as well.

By the second slam, Trunks began to lose consciousness. His head had just taken some very powerful hits. It was taking him a while to find the signals from his brain to send out to the rest of his body to get up. Choy was taking this moment to gather energy to blast him into oblivion.

Up in the royal box Chaya and Able were smirking at each other, happy with how things were going while Vegeta and Bulma were on the edge of their seats. Vegeta was grasping the arms of his seat and looked down to the arena and saw Kakarot standing on the side. Kakarot looked up at him at that moment and nodded to him. Vegeta relaxed only a little bit. 'Alright, if this goes wrong, Kakarot will jump in. I'll deal with the people later and send Trunks back to Earth if I must, but I will not let him die, and definitely not by my past mistakes.' Not that Vegeta regretted killing Bok, he wished he would have killed him a different way and not in front of Bulma, but what he really regretted right now was not finishing off his brother as well.

Bulma couldn't take it anymore and stood up grasping the bannister saying, "TRUNKS! GET UP!"

Her yelling ignited some small sparks in other Saiyans in the audience.

"Come on Trunks!"

"You can do it!"

"Show that cheater what a real fighter can do!"

Trunks heard the crowd, well at least some of them, cheering for him, and that alone brought him enough strength to gather himself up. Choy saw him get up and fired the blast hoping that it would kill him. Kakarot placed his fingers on his head ready to transport him out of there, but stopped as he saw Trunks hold the blast.

It was powerful, and Trunks was sweating all over. There wasn't a sound in the arena as everyone was watching closely as Trunks held the blast. Choy didn't take it likely and began shooting more into it. But Trunks wouldn't stop, even though it was pushing him back.

'No! I can do this! I am not a mistake! I was meant to be here! I have a destiny!'

Trunks screamed as he began to power up. He gathered some energy inside of himself and sent the blast that he was blocking into the sky. The audience cheered at his control and power.

"I thought he wasn't going to make it!"

"He is the Kings's son."

"That half breed is powerful. They say he's the strongest child elite."

Choy watched as his death blast went into the sky and disappeared into space. That was a lot of energy lost. He was breathing heavily but so was Trunks. He was angry at himself for not already finishing off a half breed child. "You are going to pay for that kid."

"In you dreams Douche." Trunks said getting back into a fighting stance. This time Trunks took the lead and they began trading blow for blow.

In the royal box, for the first time Chaya was grasping the arms of her chair. 'What is that fool doing? He was supposed to kill the boy not play around with him.'

Bulma was now cheering on her son like a possessed soccer mom. "Come on Trunks! You can do it! Show him what you're made of!"

Trunks and Choy now had each other trapped in a hold, both of them grasping each other's arms. Choy sneered at the child once more. "You know I won't stop until you're dead. Even if you manage to kick me out the ring, I won't stop. You'll have to kill me."

Trunks lost concentration at that and Choy took the advantage and elbowed him in the face then kneed him in the stomach. Trunks coughed up some blood, but stopped once Choy had him in a choke hold.

"Die! Die you filthy half breed!"

Trunks eyes bucked as he was losing air. With all the head injuries he now had, losing oxygen to his brain wasn't really a good idea. He could feel himself began to slip away. He looked in front of him and saw Kakarot and got an idea. He elbowed Choy in his ribs, just hard enough for him to give Trunks enough room to bend his head and bite him...hard.

Choy hollered in pain and let go of Trunks. His arm was bleeding profusely. The audience thought it was hilarious.

"He took a chunk right out of him!"

"Yea, he's a Saiyan alright."

"Boy must have been hungry."

Choy glared at Trunks as he grasped his arm. "You dirty half breed!"

Trunks managed a laugh himself. "Sorry, I missed breakfast."

"You'll pay for that!" Choy charged him once more, but Trunks was ready for him. They were fighting fast and hard, trading blow for blow, but it was starting to be obvious that Trunks was winning. At one point Trunks uppercut him then leg swiped him. Choy fell hard to the ground and was breathing heavily. He looked like he wasn't going to get up but he still managed to. Trunks frowned and they began to go at it again. The same thing kept happening, Trunks would get the upper hand but Choy would get back up.

Vegeta watched the fight with ease, now officially knowing that his son was going to win, but he knew what Trunks had to do. "He has to kill him."

Bulma who was engaged in the fight turned to Vegeta. "What?"

"He's not going to stop until he's dead."

Bulma looked back to her son. "Trunks has never-"

"I know. But that's the only way this round is going to be over. Even now Trunks is giving Choy the chance to walk away but he's not going to take it. His pride is too great. Trunks will have to kill him."

Bulma bit her lip anxiously. She knew that her son had that inside of him, but he was still a child. 'Oh Trunks...'

Trunks was feeling the frustration in the situation. He had just practically knocked Choy out, but once again he was getting up. "Just stay down! I've already won."

Choy chuckled as he stood up. "I told you, you will have to kill me. That's the only way this is going to end. There will be a funeral for one of us. And it should be you!" Choy gathered up all the energy he had left and aimed it at Trunks. Trunks caught it and was going to throw it back into the air but Choy got closer and leaned over so that if he did shoot it up then it would practically blast his head off. So now Trunks realized that he was forced to either kill Choy or take the blast himself.

"You...you idiot!" Trunks said. "Stand back! Neither of us has to die! What happened to your brother was between him and my father! You don't have to do this!"

"Yes I do! You or me? What's it going to be?" Choy yelled as he pushed more of his energy into the blast, hoping that it would kill the little piece of half breed trash.

Trunks closed his eyes. 'There's nothing I can do!.' He gathered energy of his own and looked to Choy. "I'm sorry!" He yelled as he pushed the blast forward with his strength and sent it right through Choy's chest. The arena robots got in front of the blast before it could destroy the arena and deflected it into space.

Choy collapsed onto the ground in a sickening thud. Trunks watched his body not move anymore, fell to his knees and lowered his head as the audience cheered for him once more. He didn't want to kill him but he had no choice. Even though he defended his behavior to his mother with what happened to Yarrow, he really did feel bad about what happened. And now, now he was a killer.

Trunks was brought out of his thoughts as Mato grabbed his wrist and pulled him up as he declared him winner for that round. Trunks only stared ahead. He didn't feel like a winner at all. He didn't' think that he would have to kill anyone in the tournament. He assumed he would always be able to knock someone out the ring. He never expected this to happen.

He walked off the ring and went into the holding area of the arena. The other fighters greeted him with respect which he acknowledged but he didn't feel good at all about what just happened. He went to the recovery room so that the doctors could look at him. He was not surprised, but was extremely glad to see his mother in there.

Even though he was hurting all over he ran to his mother and buried his head in her shoulder. Bulma wrapped her arms around him and cradled him in her lap. "Oh Trunks! I'm so glad you're alright."

She was out of breath from running down there. As soon as Choy was dead she knew that her son needed her. Vegeta tried to tell her something about being soft with the boy but she ignored him. And by how Trunks was reacting, she knew that she was right.

Trunks pulled away from her. "I'm sorry for running away from you."

"You had me worried, but we'll talk about the later."

Trunks blinked at her. He thought for sure she was going to drag him out of there. "You...you're not going to take me out of the competition?"

Bulma shook her head. "I should, but you've come this far, besides your father said you have to finish it and...now I agree with him."

Trunks felt like he was in an alternate universe. "Mom, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but you're totally doing a 180 on me right now. Did you hit your head or something?"

Bulma shook her head and laughed a little. "I didn't realize until now how strong you really are. Besides, I see how important this is to you. Did you hear them? The crowd? Trunks they love you. You're doing it. You're gaining their respect. I'm sorry for not believing in you."

Trunks let a tear slip from his eye at her words. "Thank you Mom."

Bulma cried a little herself and hugged him again. She heard him sniffle again and patted him on his back.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Can you not tell Dad that I'm crying?"

Bulma laughed again. "I won't." She pulled him back. "Now, you have to get cleaned up. You're only a few fights away from Kakarot." She said happily. Him getting to Kakarot was a relief. She knew that her best friend wouldn't hurt her baby.

"Yeah I am." He said kind of sadly.

Bulma sighed. "I know you're upset about killing Choy and I'm sorry that you had to deal with that, but don't let that stop you from going ahead. Choy forced your hand. You're still a good person." Trunks nodded his head at her words. "Ok Good. Now hop on this table." Bulma said patting the table. The doctors then came forward and started to take care of her boy. "I'll be rooting for you." Bulma said as she waved to her son. Trunks smiled at her and nodded as she left the room.

She was met with Kakarot on her way out.

"Is he ok?"

"Yeah he's fine. Kakarot I have something to tell you."

Kakarot knew exactly what she was going to say. "What is it?"

Bulma took a step towards him and glared. "He's already injured, so don't make it worse."

Kakarot smirked. "Tell him that. The boy is determined to win this thing."

"I know, he's just like his father."

"Vegeta can't take all the blame for the stubbornness."

"Oh what do you know?"Bulma said walking off.

Kakarot watched his friend walk away and chuckled. "Enough..."

Later

The other fights that went on were no way near as exciting as Trunks vs. Choy. Everyone was still talking about the fight.

"You could see it in the boy's eyes, he didn't want to kill him."

"It's that human side. Only weakness the boy has."

"I thought for sure the King was going to interfere."

"It's a matter of pride. He's staying out of it and letting the boy fight like how a Saiyan should."

"I heard the boy almost killed someone the other day."

"First kill. He'll never forget it."

"He's still a half breed, there's no way he's going to win this thing."

The crowd was anxious to see the once hated and now popular and impressive fighter step back out int the ring. Once the other fights were over and the next round started, Trunks was up again. The crowd roared once he stepped back into the arena. Everyone was excited to see him. Well, everyone except for Chaya and Able.

Able looked up at his mother, wondering what they should do. Chaya knew her son wanted an answer but she didn't know what to say to him. She had no idea that the boy was that powerful. She had thought for sure that there was no way he would be able to get passed Choy. She had orchestrated this whole thing for him to die publicly. She made sure that the children in his class would push him to the breaking point, giving Able the leeway he needed to manipulate Trunks into entering the competition. She made sure that he could enter the tournament by adjusting the rules, and making the prize something he would desire above everything. She Even had it set up for him to fight Choy by the second round. Now all she could do was hope that someone would kill him. But things were backfiring on her. The boy was gaining favor with the people, Vegeta was allowing Bulma to sit with them in their box, and to top it all off, he was onto her. She would have to make sure that all her conspirators were killed as soon as the competition was over.

'What a mess.'

Trunks was now hitting a groove. He only had a few fights before he could reach Kakarot. The fights were hard, but nothing compared to fighting Choy. With his mother's encouraging words and the cheers from the crowd he was able to push forward as his dream was seeming more and more close. Before he knew it, he only had one more fight left before he got to Kakarot. Whoever won the next round would be his last step...

Vegeta was watching intently at the two fighters that were in the ring. The both of them were out for blood. You could tell that the both of them wanted the grand prize badly. 'Fools. They won't stand a chance against Kakarot...' Vegeta smirked as he mentally added, 'Trunks as well.'

Trunks was also watching the fight as well, hoping that it would be over soon. His wish came true as both of the fighters managed to fatally wound the other.

One fighter thought he beat the guy by going into his chest. The fighter coughed up blood, but if he was going to die, he wasn't going out alone and with his last source of energy, pushed his own hand in the other soldiers's chest. They both died in a matter of moments.

Once they both hit the ground, Mato came out. "We have a stalemate! That means, that Trunks is the winner!"

Trunks blinked in shock as the crowd went insane. Vegeta let a smile spread across his face as Bulma hollered, jumped and cheered like a cheerleader.

"Woohoo! Yeah TRUNKS!"

Trunks received a lot of pats on the back and head from the fighters that were already disqualified in the holding area.

"Come on out Trunks!" Mato said.

Trunks exhaled a shaky breath and walked out into the arena. 'There's still one more fight. And it's not going to be easy.'

Mato pointed in the other direction of the arena. "Now the last round, Trunks will fight the only other Saiyan other than our King, that has been able to achieve the Legendary...KAKAROT!"

The crowd stood to their feet and cheered as Kakarot entered.

"It was good while it lasted but there's no way the Half Breed will defeat a Super Saiyan."

"Yeah he had a good run but it's over now."

"He was his mother's guard. No way will he harm the boy."

"Yeah they know each other, this isn't going to be much of a fight."

Mato left the ring, leaving Trunks and Kakarot alone.

Kakarot cracked his neck as Trunks got into a fighting stance. Kakarot looked Trunks up and down analyzing him. "You really want this don't you?"

"Don't hold back." Trunks said determined but a little nervous.

Kakarot smirked. "Now don't forget that I taught you everything you know."

"That was years ago. I've picked up a few moves."

"Yeah I saw them, but they're not going to be good enough."

Trunks narrowed his eyes at him then realization dawned on him as he rolled his eyes. "My Mom talked to you didn't she?"

Kakarot laughed out loud at that. "Yeah she did. She doesn't want me to hurt you and I don't want to hurt you either. You had a good run Trunks, but we both know that you're really hurt."

Trunks couldn't deny that his head was still throbbing from his fight with Choy, not to mention the rest of his body. "It doesn't matter, this needs to happen."

Kakarot didn't really want to fight him. He knew that Trunks wanted him to take this serious, but no matter what, he would be playing with him. He's a Super Saiyan, and Trunks might be strong, but the truth is, is that he could knock him out the ring at any time. He sighed heavily, knowing that Trunks wasn't going to be satisfied and neither will Bulma if he actually hurts Trunks. But he knew this kid, he wasn't going to stop until he won't be able to move anymore. "Remember what you promised Trunks. If you're too hurt, you have to stop."

Trunks nodded, but he had no intention of stopping. Kakarot got into a fighting stance then waved his hand over for him to come at him. Trunks powered up and flew to him. They started trading blows and slowly began lifting off into the air.

Bulma who was sitting next to Vegeta sighed. "I can't see anything anymore." She hated it when they moved too fast.

"Well if you exercised your body as much as you do your brain, you would be able to." Vegeta said smirking.

Bulma glared at him then rolled her eyes, but a smile crept up her face. She couldn't help but be happy now that Trunks was fighting Kakarot. She knew that her friend wouldn't hurt her son. And if he did...then he was in for a world of pain.

Trunks aimed another punch at Kakarot, but this time he caught it. "Impressive, but it's not good enough." He said kicking him back to the arena. Trunks landed on the ground and went to charge Kakarot again, but he phased away from him and went to his side and hit him. Trunks stumbled and would have fallen to the ground but he caught himself and flipped and landed onto his feet just in time to block another blow from Kakarot.

"Seriously, how much longer do you want to do this, because I'm getting hungry?" Kakarot asked seriously.

Trunks growled at him angrily. "Stop thinking about food and fight!"

Kakarot continued the fight, blocking Trunks's moves but then decided that this went on long enough. "Alright Trunks, that's enough." He then punched Trunks in his stomach sending him to the ground.

Trunks collapsed onto the floor holding his gut. Any harder and he would have passed out. He shook himself and said, "No." Then he got up quickly and charged Kakarot.

Kakarot frowned. "That's how you want to play it then fine." Kakarot grabbed Trunks and threw him hard outside the ring. Trunks was heading right for the grass and he stopped himself right before a blade of grass could touch his skin. He levitated back up breathing hard and looked back at Kakarot who was glaring at him.

'Aw man, now Bulma is going to be yelling at me for months.' Kakarot thought as he realized that he was going to have to seriously injure Trunks to get him to stop fighting.

Trunks charged Kakarot once more but he blocked every one of his moves and sent him slamming hard into the ground. Trunks winced at the pain that was searing his bones...

In the royal box, Bulma stood up angrily. She might not have been able to catch everything, but she saw that...

Kakarot stood over Trunks annoyed, that the boy was moving again. "Trunks stand down." He said warning him.

Trunks shook his head in defiance and tried to get up, but Kakarot slammed him back into the ground. "I said stand down!" Kakarot warned once more. Trunks stopped trying to move and Kakarot took that as him admitting defeat and turned to walk away and signal Mato, but Trunks took the opportunity to leg swipe Kakarot and elbow him in his back as he hit the ground. Then he gathered energy and would have blasted him but Kakarot was too fast and phased behind Trunks and grabbed him and slammed him once more really hard into the ground, creating a small crater in the middle of the arena.

"I warned you." Kakarot said as he began to walk away again.

Trunks was burning in pain. He could barely move, but he ignored it as he began to get up once more. He could hear people in the audience gasping at his endurance, but he didn't care about their reactions anymore. He was so close, too close to his goal. He wasn't about to give up. Trunks charged Kakarot once more and Kakarot barely had to put up a fight, he grabbed Trunks, flew into the air, and threw him back into the crater. He began to fly toward him, determined to officially put him out of the competition by knocking him unconscious for sure with his body slam.

"KAKAROT STOP!" Bulma screamed, effectively stopping him only a few inches away from Trunks.

Trunks eyes were shut as he was preparing himself from the oncoming attack. He opened his eyes once he realized that it wasn't coming and saw that Kakarot was walking away, possibly with his dream. He then looked up into the sky and started to think about why he was there in the first place.

"Half Breed."

Kakarot stopped and turned to look at Trunks. "What?"

Trunks kept staring up at the sky. "Half Breed. That's what they call me. I'm known as the Half Breed Bastard, the son of The Blue Whore. Even though my father is a king, they still call my mother a whore, a prostitute and a slut." Trunks could feel his anger rising up inside of him, replacing the feeling of pain. "Half Breed Bastard, no matter what I do. That's why I entered. I wanted a new name. I needed a new name, for me and my Mom." With that Trunks began to slowly get up.

"Trunks..." Kakarot said in warning.

But Trunks wasn't listening. "Do you get it?" He said glaring at Kakarot. "Do you see what I'm trying to tell you. This isn't about strength..." Trunks was shaking with emotions...emotions that he could barely contain. "...This isn't about winning. This is about respect. This is about PRIDE!" Trunks began powering up, more so than he ever had in his life. He let go of his emotions, let go of his hurt, his wounds, as he began screaming towards the heavens. "No, no more!" He thought about the abuse, the hurt on his mother's face, the emotions that took over him when he fought Yarrow and ended Choy's life. It was all too much. He had been bottling everything up inside of him and he needed to let it go, he had to let it all go. He felt like a dam was snapping, ready to unleash the strong rush of a flooding power that he never knew existed. His energy soared as dust and wind began to swirl around him. He felt it crumbing, the dam around him. He had to be released...

One by one Saiyans in the audience began measuring his power level with their scouters but they all began to fry as Trunks energy began going off the charts, destroying the devices.

Vegeta rose to his feet and stepped closer as he felt his son's power level ascend to a higher plane, one that was familiar to himself. "Is he..."

Kakarot's eyes bucked out as he saw Trunks, at only 7 years old, slowly turn into a Super Saiyan. He was in such shock, that he had no time to block or transform as Trunks rammed him out of the arena, sending him crashing into the wall and falling on the grass.

Everyone was in utter silence then in the next moment everyone jumped to their feet and cheered! Trunks didn't even realize what happened until he heard everyone screaming. He looked down at his body and realized that it was glowing. "Am I-" He looked at the screen and saw that the camera's had zoomed in on him and he saw himself with golden hair sticking up and teal eyes. He jumped into the air and screamed. "Woohoo!"

Chaya screamed herself, but not in joy, while Able yelled, "That's Impossible!"

Bulma cried with joy while Vegeta was too in shock to say or do anything. All he could think was, 'A Super Saiyan at his age?'

Then the crowd started chanting, "Trunks, Trunks, Trunks!"

Trunks turned around to take it in and lifted his hands in the air. "Yeah!"

Kakarot stood up shaking his head and looked up to Vegeta. Vegeta was still in shock, but gathered himself and lifted his hands to silence the crowd. They did so and Vegeta waved for Trunks to come to him.

Trunks flew up until he was eye level to his father. Vegeta took him in, in all his glory, and still couldn't believe what he was seeing. "What is it that you want?"

Trunks didn't need to think about what he wanted. He had been dreaming about it ever since he found out his father was royalty. "I want respect restored to me and my Mother. I want my title."

Chaya jumped up at that and looked pleadingly at Vegeta. "But the crown is promised to Able?"

Trunks addressed his step mother for the first time in his life. "I'm not asking for the crown. I am asking for the name. That Is all I want. All I want...is honor."

Vegeta nodded. "Then you shall have it. From this day forward, You will be known as Prince Trunks, and your mother shall be known as Lady Bulma."

The Saiyans loved it. He could have asked for anything in the universe, possibly even the throne, but he wanted honor more than anything. And in that moment he became, the favorite son of the house of Vegeta.

"All hail Prince TRUNKS!" Someone from the crowd yelled.

Then suddenly everyone started chanting, "Prince Trunks! Prince Trunks! Prince Trunks!"

Some Saiyans started shooting blasts into the sky, just like they did at the Coronation. Trunks flew into the center of it all and took it in, trying to hold his happy tears in as he finally achieved his goal.

'I did it Grandpa. I did it.'

Author's Note: I'm dying to know what you guys think. I've been thinking about this chapter for a long time. And before anyone asks, No, Trunks is not stronger than Goku, he just caught him off guard. Please Review!