Chapter 10

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Trunks looked up to the door as he shoved a few orange wedges in his mouth. He heard one knock, two, three, two more (almost as if his open palms were drumming against the wooden door), and then one last single knock.

The heir to Capsule Corp smirked lightly as he shoved another wedge of orange in his mouth as he walked to the door. He quickly opened it; Goten was waiting there patiently as he waited beside the doorframe. The teenaged hybrid saiyan turned to his best friend, and he lightly smiled. "Eating breakfast?" questioned Goten as he walked into the room.

Trunks closed the door with his foot and locked the door before turning to the table where much food was lay out. It was more than likely enough to feed a small army, but for this individual, it kept him full only until the next meal was created.

"So... what brings you here at this time of the day? It's barely morning."

Goten lay his head on an empty spot of the table, as he took a piece of fruit from the pile of food. "My grandfather."

Trunks began to inhale some rice in a giant sized bowl. "Oh?" questioned the older saiyan between bites of food he took.

Goten nodded his head tiredly giving a small yawn. "He woke me up about an hour after we were caught past curfew. I think I only received about forty minutes of sleep."

Trunks set down the empty bowl before picking up a bowl of noodles. Trunks lifted his eyes as he brought his chopsticks to the bowl, "And he made you train at that time in the night? Isn't that in the time of the curfew?"

Goten shook his head as he propped his head up with an arm, "Apparently not. He had a set time for training in the palaces and was granted permission to bring us along. My dad was more than happy."

"Ouch," muttered Trunks as he set down another empty bowl of food in which he just inhaled.

Goten yawned again, this time his eyes were drooping some. "I think we need to start heading down to the dining halls. The king wanted us to attend breakfast with him and the royal family."

Trunks bit into an apple, eating it all (yes, the core also) and he looked to the dirty dishes in which remained. The whole table was now gone of the food it once carried, and Trunks began to clean up the mess. "I think I'll have room for some more food; I'm kind of stuffed as it is."

Goten gave a weak smile as he stood up from the table. "If you can eat as much food as a normal human can, then you should be okay."

Trunks nodded his head. "Yeah, I think that's all I have room for! But it still amazes me how much I can eat; I'm almost as bad as you and your dad!"

" 'Almost' being the key word," interjected Goten as he began towards the door. His friend nodded his head while putting the dishes in a capsule for the time being. At least the evidence was gone.

"Yeah."

Trunks and Goten then stride out of their room, closing the door behind them.

As they walked to the end of the hallways, they noticed a crowd of palace servants gazing at the evidence of what happened that night, a.k.a. the mess they made.

Two women carrying clean bedding for the rooms shook their heads as they looked on in wonder. "I can't believe how big this mess is! The glass to this window is completely shattered and there is so much of this white dust on the floors!"

The other woman nodded in surprise, "They say this was a prank made for some unsuspecting person roaming the halls at night!"

"I heard it was the prince who fell through the glass!" exclaimed the other woman as the two backed away from the scene. Both headed back down to their work. "I can't believe someone would even consider such a thing!"

Both Trunks and Goten watched the two women walk down the halls with the bedding. The boys of saiyan blood then turned to each other. The memories of last night were coming back to them full force. "Dust," muttered Trunks heading down to the dining halls.

Goten smirked in a way, as his friend would have passing by many more curious saiyans who made their way to the wreckage. "Whoosh," replied Goten pretending he was sliding on the floor.

The dining halls were just a few more steps away.

Trunks looked at the artistically, sculptured obsidian doors of the dining halls being guarded by two burly saiyans. They were soon given access to the inside when Goten flashed a card to them. Both men opened the doors leading to where those of high ranking ate. Both hybrid saiyans nodded their heads before entering noticing the king looking their way. "Crash," inserted Trunks as they headed to the giant table.

The two boys noticed the king and Bulma sitting at the table. The prince was also at the table sitting beside his wife; his cheeks were beginning to burn from embarrassment.

But before the two sat at the table, both looked at each other (smirks on their lips) as they exclaimed, "AHHHHHHHHHH!" Both slapped their faces in 'horror' before laughing loudly and sitting at their chairs.

Goten then looked over to the saiyan prince who looked like he was going to kill. "That was wicked awesome!" exclaimed Goten with smiles as he noticed a large plate being placed before him. He could feel drool falling at the side of his mouth.

Trunks also noticed a saiyan-sized plate of food being put before him. The lavender locked male was so grateful he already ate a decent sized breakfast moments before. But he knew he could only eat about a fraction of what he was given.

"I have to agree with Goten! You were able to keep your balance until the end of the hall! And on the first time too! I don't think I would have had the skill you did, prince! That was so cool!"

Those in the room turned to the son of the king as his face glowed a bright red. His eyes were only on his empty plate almost as if he were afraid of what the other's responses to that random event were.

Even though the prince tired to ignore them, he couldn't help but smirk at the last statement, "I would have never had the courage to try something that risky!" Maybe it was a tiny ego boost to replace what was damaged from the last night.

"Goten," stated the king as another plate was set before the royal, "Where is your father, and grandfather? I did intend for the invitation to include them also."

The youngest male in the room nodded his head as he respectfully turned to the king. "My grandfather wanted to train some with my dad. Maybe my dad will force both of them to stop and take a break when his stomach begins to eat him alive."

The king nodded his head, "I see."

"And what about papa, TB?" questioned Bulma looking over to her son. "Is he still locked up in the lab?"

Trunks nodded his head, "Sadly, yes. He's too fascinated with the inventions you've created." Trunks picked at the food that he thought looked edible. "He's acting like a young child who's in a giant candy store."

Bulma lightly giggled at that comment. She was in the same way; if she wasn't restricted with her work (thanks to the pregnancy) then she would have began experimenting with her father's 'new' technology even if the risks were death! But that was something that thrilled her when she discovered a new formula for an invention. "I can be that way sometimes."

Trunks smiled lightly before he looked back to his plate. There was just so much meat! How could saiyans eat such a protein rich diet? Because this hybrid saiyan grew up on the planet Earth, Trunks had all his food groups balanced out. He just knew his body would be thrown out of stability if he just ate all this. Because he forgot his chopsticks, Trunks was forced to use his hands in eating. He began to nibble on something that looked like beef. It tasted sweeter than beef- almost like eating a piece of honey baked ham, but it was tougher than both beef and ham. Trunks couldn't figure out what it was!

He looked up, and noticed Bulma watching him curiously. The saiyan prince and king were also watching him. The prince was watching him with suspicion, and the king was watching him with curiosity.

"TB, you've barely touched your food," noted the king. His highness knew very well that this boy was most likely the heir to the throne, and he was sure that he could get the teen to mess up any careful considerations he was making while here. And food was one of the things that distinctly separated saiyans from humans. Apparently he was eating as much as Bulma did before she found out she was with child. That alone frustrated the king. Unless...

"Is the food not to your tastes?" questioned the king as he noticed the meat on TB's plate untouched. The king did have to consider that he was raised in a different culture; that alone could make all the difference.

Trunks shook his head as he pulled another piece of meat- this one looking similar to chicken or turkey.

"No sir, I was just given too much food. My stomach can't handle it all."

The king slowly nodded his head as he began to finish the remaining portion of food on his platter.

Trunks finished that piece of meat before he looked for a different, smaller piece. He really wished that he had saved room for all these delectable meats. His taste buds were going wild!

But he knew he couldn't. His pops warned him of something as this happening.

The king continued to observe the male in question before he nodded his head in understanding. There just had to be some way for this kid to slip up! Maybe... maybe they could check to see if he had a tail. All saiyans were born with tails! He'd make sure to schedule a physical for all living in the palace soon. Maybe then he could find something alluding to this kids' background.

"It's hard to believe that you are here for only working with the scientists. You are a very skilled warrior," complemented the king as an after thought.

Trunks' cheeks began to burn as he looked down to his full plate. "Thank you, sir."

"And that's another thing Trunks. How did you learn to fight in such a way?"

The hybrid saiyan prince turned his head up to his unknown father. He lightly frowned. Trunks didn't like it when other people used his true name freely.

"I clearly remember hearing that you, your 'father', Kakarot, and his son here only for bringing and working on some technology," inserted the prince as he leaned back in his chair.

Trunks nodded his head, "We are here to work on the technology; that is only if pops needs help. He usually has everything under control."

The king smirked. Yes... he found another chance to hopefully pull something out which might reveal TB's true origin... "But you were training just yesterday in the training halls. And against my son too holding on very well against him in a full out spar."

Trunks noticed everyone's curious eyes on him for that instance, and he immediately felt uncomfortable around the royals. He didn't know exactly where the king was going with this conversation, but he knew very well that it wasn't going to be ending pretty... unless he figured out what the king's purposes for asking were...

That was the tricky part.

"Yes," replied Trunks truthfully as he looked up to the king, "I usually train with my friends; mainly out of sheer boredom."

"Boredom you say?" questioned King Vegeta cocking an eyebrow.

Yep... Trunks was really starting to feel the pressure.

"Um... yes sire."

"Please, explain what you mean by that."

Trunks could almost feel all color draining from his face. This was just peachy. So... he decided to play it by ear; hopefully Goten might join in the conversation also to help him out. "At home, I'm usually given a giant load of paper work and such which could make anyone go to the point of insanity... And then I'm also given the projects, which have been messed up, or have some kind of glitch. It's my duty to figure out what's wrong with it... even if it does blow up in my face. That's the fun part."

Trunks gave an exaggerated sigh, "I wish there were more days like that at home. I hate sitting at a desk doing too much paperwork when the day is bright and clear."

"But that doesn't explain how you become bored easily. And what about the training?" This was the princes' question. It turned out that he was also trying to make connections to what his wife's suspicion of this boy was.

Trunks lightly chuckled, "I've been known to be a fast learner. When I was given much paper work to complete- I became bored with it. The only way that I can get away from it is with a bit of exercise. I usually spar with my friend, Goten."

"That doesn't explain how you learned to fight though," snapped back Vegeta.

Bulma almost began one of her infamous shouting sprees after that rude comment was questioned, but her son beat her to it.

"Patience Prince Vegeta." He stated this almost as if he was the teacher and the prince was the student. He then lightly smiled, "I did say I was a quick learner. And so was I when I was a child. I have Goku and Piccolo to thank for teaching me."

Trunks glanced over to his friend. Goten nodded his head picking up where Trunks left off, "Yes. My father had trained us from childhood because the planet we currently live on attracts unwanted... guests."

"And our planet only has a small number of strong warriors to protect it. Many of the humans have no strength or abilities to protect themselves," added Trunks.

The prince of the saiyans snorted. "Pathetic."

"Well, we wouldn't want for anything to happen to Earth. It is the home of Bulma, and it's also a planet of great technology. It's been rumored that there are many scientists and engineers there keeping the planet alive," noted the king.

Trunks slowly nodded his head thinking over the words. "I guess."

The king clapped his hands. "Then it's agreed! I'll send a small army of saiyan soldiers down there to protect the planet while you, Goten," he motioned to the hybrid saiyan beside Trunks, "Dr. Briefs and Kakarot remain here!"

Trunks' eyes immediately became wide; he had a small twitch in his left eye. "WHAT?"

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I shall stop there for now. I seriously think I am becoming sick. That's not good... Anyways, please let me know of what you thought of this chapter- what this story might need or what you hope to see. Suggestions are welcome!

Till next time!