Disclaimer and Warnings: Mentions Mpreg, Heats, violence, swearing, and Alpha Dominated Society!

Timelines and ages are slightly different. Different world from the original DBZ world.

Since I'm making up a lot of terms here I thought I'd drop some definitions.

Suitors:An Alpha who is courting a Omega. During the courting phase they are Suitors, after the pair has mated they are referred to as Mates.

Pillage: When a crew goes off to claim planets in the name of Vegeta-sei. A first Pillage and how well a crew does on pillages is a status mark.

Ranks of the Saiyan Warriors: (from lowest to highest)

Third Class
Second Class
First Class- Also known as Elites
Captains

High Council:The High Council is a level between Captains and the King. They advise the King on troublesome planets and which troops should go to what planets. There are Six Council members total. Generally the position is passed down from generation to generation, unless circumstances dictate otherwise.

In This Chapter: Things on Planet Borgessa start with a bang and only get worse from there...


Alpha Royal

Chapter Ten: Planet Borgessa


The sharp hiss and crackle of the ship's door woke him up.

Blue eyes snapped open with an ease that wasn't expected. Trunks would have thought his lids would be stuck shut after months of sleeping, but instead his body was pulsing, his heart racing with the excitement that invaded his dreams.

They had arrived.

He grabbed the edge of the door above him and pulled his body up. His muscles groaned stiffly but that would go away. It felt good to move, and when the fresh air of the world outside the ship hit his lungs he smiled.

The new Planet was dim, the sky a bruised purple, looking like it would rain at any moment. Borgessa was a planet with thick vegetation, and constant rain to keep all the plant life alive. He didn't see any sign of its famous rolling hills or lilac flowers. The first sight that greeted him was the thin dust colored dirt of his ship's crater.

It was expected, Trunks assessed its depth as he reached around his waist for his small holster. There he fished out his scouter and quickly attached it to his ear. It blinked to life, beeping animatedly as words scrolled across the screen, confirming his current location and the nearest active power levels.

A smug smile tugged his lips as he moved to grab the last of his equipment in the pod, pulling out the slender piece of leather that held his sword's sheath. It clipped easily around his shoulders, allowing the weapon to nestle between his shoulder blades. Then a small box of emergency supplies that clipped on the edge of this armor.

He felt good, no… he felt great. His instincts quickly awakening as if they knew what laid ahead. Power, fighting, conquering, this was what he was breed to do.

With nothing else to delay him, he floated up. The space pod became nothing more than a white dot swallowed by the deep crater or dirt. But now that he was above it, the rest of the planet could be seen with easy eyes.

He smelled the fresh scent of earth first. A combination of lilac and fresh grass that assaulted his nose and left his lungs feeling clean. Endless stretches of green extended in front of him. Grass, tress, flowers, he couldn't really decipher what was what. All he knew was the new world around him was jungle.

"Hey Trunks!"

He turned in the direction of the voice, down on the ground next to her own crater stood Leta. Her tail was whipping back and forth in eager excitement, while Beet was climbing out of his own pod. Trunks frowned at the sight, only two craters laid next to his own. They were missing two more.

"Goten and Axal aren't with us!" Leta confirmed, "I tried communicating with their scouters but there's no answer."

Trunks felt his heart sink. Five minutes into the mission and he was already down two men. Two of his most important men. "Did they breach the atmosphere with us?" he called, floating down to the ground.

"Yes," Beet answered, pulling out a small keyboard. He poked at it, bringing up a recording from their ships. "It looks like we were all together when…" they watched as something flew from the nest of growth on the ground and hit one of the pods. It knocked the other out of alignment as they two tumbled to the ground. Beet's face was grim, the same as his crew leader.

"Looks like the natives know we're here," Trunks finished. His fingers twitched until he brought them up and tapped out his scouter. The machine beeped until it brought up the two power levels he was looking for.

The resting, but alive, signals of both Goten and Axal. His lungs felt like they could take in air again. "They're fine, probably haven't woken out of their sleep yet. They'll know to join us when they wake up."

"Sir," Leta and Beet nodded in agreement. The worry that had crinkled their features disappeared under the mask of the mission.

They were here for a reason, and unfortunately it looked like Borgessa was going to put up a fight. "We need to move out. Find their leader and make our intentions clear before they get the upper hand."

"What's the plan?" Leta asked, her hands falling on her slender hips. "With just the three of us for now we'll have to be careful."

Trunks shook his head, "No. This actually works in our favor." His mind was turning, the natural tendency to strategize kicked in with effective ease. "We'll go in, and when Goten and Axal join us it'll be a surprise to our enemy. Five saiyans instead of three."

"Oookay," Beet said slowly, "So are we going to hit them before they can smack us around even more? "

"Essentially yes. Don't forget, this isn't the normal pillage. We're here to find out what the hell is happening in the Southern Quadrant. Either the Borgessian's work with us or against us."

"Hate to say it, but it doesn't really look like they help us here." Leta said with a scowl.

Trunks silently agreed with her but pushed on. "The people of Borgessa aren't spread out. They all live in one spot." He tilted his head up to take in the clouds brewing above them ominously.

"One spot?" Beet repeated, dutifully bringing up the requested information.

Beside him Leta's lips quirked up, "You've done your research Sir."

Trunks returned the look, giving her a grin full of white dazzling teeth. "Well I wanted to be prepared. Think of this spot as an Ant hill, if we threaten it, they'll be more compliant than if we just start blowing up chunks of the planet."

"Roger that," the two crew members agreed.

"I got the location with the dense population," Beet answered a second later, "due east."

East. Exactly where Trunks felt the large power level. As if on cue, his scouter beeped, pointing him in the direction. "East it is then."


Goten heard the noise of an animal in pain. The guttural groan that was so close to his ear he startled out of his sleep. And then he realized, the groan had come from him. Black eyes blinked awake as he closed his mouth. The noise stopped, but it didn't take long to figure out why he'd been making it to begin with.

The world was upside down.

Correction, he was upside down. At least, that would explain why his hair was floating up, and why the cut on his cheek was bleeding into his eye. Held suspended in midair by the straps of his pod. The large glass panel on the door of the pod was broken, jagged pieces of glass had thin strips of leaves protruding inward. Preventing any way of knowing what was around him.

Okay, he told his drumming heart, Okay. First things first, get out of the pod. His ears were ringing, but he couldn't tell what had been the cause.

Surprisingly, his hand was steady as it came up to the straps holding him down. Heat from his ki gathered into his palm until the material snapped and his body stumbled down. A startled yelp escaped Goten, as he braced for the fall. Broken glass cut into his open palms, but he barely noticed the pain. He brushed it off on his armor and stood up as much as possible.

The Space pods were not made for a saiyan to stand up in, even one as short as Goten. It was cramped, uncomfortable, and he wanted out. He didn't let the energy in his hand go, instead he pointed it at the curved wall of the ship and blasted a hole out.

Goten stumbled out, eager to stretch his cramped limbs and suck in fresh air. Branches and leaves crunched under his feet. He blinked in surprise, whipping at the blood on his face while staring at his surroundings.

He was standing on trees. Trees that had been mowed down by his space pod. Black smoke snaked up into the sky from the fallen aircraft, and there seemed to be no one around him.

This was definitely not part of the plan.

"Dammit," he cursed looking around for any sign of the others, "Where are you Trunks?"

The name just fell out of his mouth, but he didn't have time to pay it any heed. He spun in a circle before taking to the sky. The ship was useless now, broken beyond repair. His stomach tied itself in a knot of uncertainty at that.

Questions assaulted his mind, one after another. Each important, each carrying its own weight. How will I get home? Where are the others? What happened? What Happened? He couldn't lose himself to them. He had to stay calm.

His body floated above the tree tops, welcoming him to a sight of green. Goten felt the questions fade into the background as he took in the sight. It reminded him of home. His small house buried deep in Vegeta-sei's sparse woods. Never did Goten think a place existed that had so much green.

The smell, he inhaled it, held it in his lungs for as long as possible before letting it out.

It almost calmed his frayed nerves.

Almost.

Then he saw it. The smoke rising out of the trees tops a few miles away. He reached out his senses and felt a Saiyan's faint ki. It wasn't Trunks, but he recognized the stern force of the other's energy. Axal.

Goten kicked out in the sky, heading towards the location without a second thought. Wherever Axal was, Trunks was always close by. If nothing else, the older saiyan would have a better clue of what was happening.

He was almost at the location of the smoke when he saw a blast of energy breach the trees. An explosion followed, stopping Goten in his tracks. Another blast followed the first, before he felt it. Energy levels were piled next to Axal's. None as strong, but their numbers were over powering.

No, they were staggering.

Goten felt Axal's energy flare as he powered up, getting ready to take on the numbers. Something expanded In Goten's chest- his excitment, his fear, his hunger to fight. It all accumulated, merged together at the feeling of Axal's energy.

This was it. This was what he'd been waiting for.

And he knew exactly what he needed to do next.

Wit a loud battle cry, he pushed his energy up and dived forward. To the aid of his crewmate.


The creatures of Borgessa really were like ants. Small, black dots on the ground moving with a buzzing frenzy that made it had to concentrate. Trunks frowned at them from high above watching them flee. As he flew on, the breeze did not hide the humidity of the air around him. Sweat collected on his brow and breathing became more difficult.

He knew this would happen. Borgessa's gravity wasn't a problem, but the humidity of the planet was dangerous enough.

Despite the discomfort he pushed forward, their destination within sight.

"Woah," Beet sighed behind him, taking in the large spiral of dirt that reached up from the ground. It looked as if it were touching the clouds. A large red ant hill towering over the lush gardens below. "What is it?"

"Their home." Trunks answered, "And we're going to destroy it if they don't comply with us."

"Shouldn't be too hard." Leta said, "A few blasts and that thing will crumble like the stack of dirt it is."

"Don't be too cocky," the Captain warned, "The top will be easy to destroy but their homes are in tunnels underground. Those will take some work."

"Look at them scurry." Beet smiled, gathering a ki blast in his hand. He aimed it down at the scattering dots below them.

"Save your energy," barked Trunks, startling his crew member. Beet let the energy go without a word. "You're going to need it; they've chased our forces off before, remember?"

Neither two answered him. The sound of the wind buzzing past their ears was the only thing hanging between the three before Trunks asked, "Any word from Axal?"

"None," Beet said, "I can feel them though. They're a distance away."

"If you can feel them," Leta said irritably, "That means they're fighting."

Trunks nodded, concentrating enough to feel them as well now. The quiet surge of Axal's power, then Goten's joining it. Their opponents were too weak to pinpoint to one spot, but he had every confidence the two would be joining him soon.

"Don't worry," he told the female, "our time will be soon."

"I'm going to hold you too that you're Highness." Leta called behind him, he could hear the hope and the smile in her voice.

She wouldn't have to wait long. The red tower was practically in front of them now. Below, movement had stopped and now the dots just stood there. Waiting. Trunks knew without a doubt that these were Borgessa's fighters.

He started his descent, picking out the strongest power in the pack and aiming for it. Leta and Beet followed. When they landed it wasn't on soft grass, but instead the red tinted dirt that made up the tower above. It stretched out like a miniature desert. His boots kicked up a cloud of dust that blew off to the side.

The soft sound of Leta and Beet landing echoed behind him, but he didn't turn around. Instead he stared at the alien faces in front of him. Large and bug like, he saw antenna's and pincers on numerous heads, clearly the signs of Borgessa's warriors. Their race didn't normally wear armor, not when their exoskeletons worked just as well, but a few of the soldiers had covered themselves in a slender armor. Strange.

The before mission brief mentioned that the Borgessian people used spears, swords, and shields as weapons. All archaic ways of fighting, making it seem odd that the saiyan's before them struggled in a battle. Even third class warriors could handle a few savages, but maybe that had been their first mistake. Under estimating the enemy. None of the former warriors had returned though, leaving their mistakes as a mystery.

Looking at the extensive numbers laid out before them, Trunks could see the first issue they would face. Strength in numbers always caused a problem, but there was something else. The insects weren't holding swords or old shields made from tree bark. No, in every hand was a special energy gun. The latest model made by a few tech planets in the southern quadrant. Calos, one of the mission planets, ounce made them.

In front of him, the largest of the insects rose to his full height. A towering ten feet, his shadow hung over the small group of saiyans like a bad omen. "Monkeys…" it's voice hissed and clicked, sounding both masculine and feminine at the same time. "To what do we owe the pleasure."

"I'd watch who you call a monkey bug." Trunks stated, putting every ounce of confidence and authority in his voice. You're the prince, he reminded himself. The mental voice in his head sounded a lot like his father, make sure they know it.

"I am Prince Trunks of Vegeta-sei, and I bring you an ultimatum."

"Oh a Prince." The leader hissed, it looked more like a cockroach. It's long antennas twitching above as it's mouth made harsh clicking noises. "Vegeta must be getting desperate to send his son."

"Surrender," Trunks said, "and you'll live under the Saiyan rule. Fight back and you forfeit that privilege."

The thing laughed, a horrid noise that made his tail tighten around his waist. "Surrender? To you little prince? I don't think so. This is the third attempt the Saiyans have made on our planet. Apparently your King needs a stronger message to leave us alone, and it will be your skull crushed between my pincers." It clicked its claws at him threateningly, "I, Aun, Ruler of this planet, will personally hear you yowl and beg for me to let you crawl back to your father. I love seeing a saiyan's tail tucked between his legs."

"The planet's around you are going missing, we are offering to protect you." Trunks managed to keep his voice calm even though Aun's monstrous voice made his skin crawl. "If you surrender now we'll let your people live."

"Surrender?" Aun clicked, "We are not afraid of what happens to the surrounding planets, for the great leader as blessed us, giving my people the tools to eradicate all you pathetic monkeys."

Great leader? Trunks tucked that bit of information away but now his suspicion was confirmed, someone had armed Borgessa before they came.

He didn't have time to ponder who or why before Aun reached out towards him, like child reaching to pet a stray dog. Its actions were slow and deliberate, unguarded. Trunks didn't hesitate with his next movements. Aun had made his decision for the planet. He swung his arm forward, swiping his sword from its sheath and bringing it down without a word.

The hand kept moving forward, Aun's clucking laughter bounced in the open, until the muscles in the arm tore and slipped open, disconnecting itself from Aun's body with a sickening slurp noise.

Aun's laughter stopped, an errie silence fell over the entire area. Trunks waited for the moment when realization dawned on the alien's face. Felt a curling satisfaction as Aun's bug eyes widened, his pincers clicked stupidly and then all hell broke loose.

Aun screamed, a noise of terror and rage. The thousands of small soldiers surrounding him let out their own high pitched screeching. A battle cry if Trunks ever heard one. "Looks like we're doing this the hard way," Trunks told his crew mates behind him.

"Hot damn!" Leta whooped in excitement, stretching out her arm and firing on a swarm of Borgessians next to her. The ki blast exploded on impact and their bodies caught fire as easily as wood. Quickly their screams of battle became filled with pain.

The smell of burning flesh met their sensitive saiyan senses. Trunks inhaled it euphorically.

"Let's do this," Beet joined in, charging towards the nearest soldier.

Trunks' eyes never left Aun. His body waited, tense and ready, for the leader to come at him. To attack with the same confident ferocity that had been on display moments ago. If he could kill Aun, disable him, this mission could be finished sooner rather then later.

But Aun wasn't as stupid as he thought. The cockroach didn't come at him. Instead Aun glared, turned around, and fled.

Coward, Trunks thought bitterly as Aun's men quickly took his place. In the distance he could see Aun retreating, the creature's hulking back disappearing into one of the tunnels under the tower. Trunks gritted his teeth before bellowing to the chaos behind him, "I'm going after him!"

"What?" Leta shouted back as she blasted ten of the Borgessain soldiers away, only to have twenty more take their place. Her face was scrunched as she struggled to balance her words with her fighting movements. "Trunks, you can't. Wait till Axal and Goten get here."

"It will be too late." Trunks told her firmly, "They'll be here soon to help you out."

"There will be more of them in the tunnels," Beet interjected, "You can't take them all on by yourself!"

Trunks smiled at his crew's concern knowing full well that they were right. His normal powerlevel wouldn't be enough for what awaited him in the tunnels, that's why he had his secret weapon. In his blood pumped the ancient strength of the super saiyan, a strength he'd be free to unleash away from prying eyes.

He whipped Aun's ozzing purple blood off his sword and sheathed it again before letting his ki pulse around him. The air swept up, catching the few of Aun's men who were closing in on him and pushing them back. Their limbs shook under the weight of his power.

Trunks leapt into the air and started for the spot where he'd last spotted Aun. "I'll be fine," he called on last time, "have Goten and Axal help you when they get here."

No doubt Leta and Beet both had something to say but it was lost as Trunks distanced himself from the battlefield. They would forget him soon. The need to fight, to slaughter all those who stood in the way of their mission would be too much. Even he could smell the blood in the air, its scent made his own boil in excitement and his muscles twitch in a way Trunks had never experienced before.

The saiyan in him needed to pursue its prey. The prince in him needed the planet to be conquered.

Those two things combined led him recklessly down into the darkness of Borgessa's pit.


It didn't take him long to realize the smoke was from the remains of Axal's ship, a lit with fire while the saiyan laid curled on the ground, lazily shooting off ki blasts with no direction. It was enough to keep the local aliens a distance away from him, their energy weapons held but oddly silent. They were toying with him, enjoying the easy target.

Axal's body language showed that the older saiyan was injured though the smell of blood was faint. Goten quickly took in the number of enemies in the area, fields of flowers had little hiding places for himself and those that he fought. Meaning strategy wouldn't save him, the surprise attack was the only way to go.

He swooped down, gaining speed as he charged and collecting energy into the palm of his hands. A loud battle cry tore from his throat just in time for the Borgessian's to look up at him with their large bug eyes. Goten smiled as they spotted him and brought his palms together shooting a strong burst of energy outward.

The heat from the blast flew back into his face and blinded him, but he could hear the screams, see the desolation in the ground as he moved the ki blast along the circle around Axal.

Suddenly the little specks turned and started sprinting in the opposite direction, tripping over themselves as they tried to peek the hill. A few shot their weapons in his direction, but they were unskilled. None of the shots even threatened him. Goten smiled as a rush of triumph pulsed in his veins, he picked off the ones who fought back, killing off the sparse number with ease. He landed with a skip of joy beside where Axal started picking himself up.

"You looked like you could use a hand." He gave the older saiyan a smirk, one that wavered as Axal threw him a dark look.

"Moron, you're just going to let them get away?" Axal seethed.

Goten opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out, his body stilled at the harsh greeting. "I-I… I just saved your life."

"Yes and then you let a hundred Borgessian warriors retreat back to their home base." Axal glared at him, even as he reached down to tenderly hold his side. Goten's eyes followed the movement and saw the collection of dark red soaking into his armor.

"You want me to kill all of them? I thought we were giving them the option to surrender?"

"Wake up, the option to surrender is gone. It was gone even before we landed here. Who do you think shot down our ships?" Axal said with a tilt of his head and a grunt.

Goten stared, watching as Axal limped back to the fiery remains of his ship and started picking through the rubble, hissing and cursing as he tossed aside ruined equipment. A broken scouter fell at Goten's feet, followed by a distress device that would have kept them in contact with Vegeta-sei. The only thing that Axal managed to pull out of the pod was a small bag that carried a supply of dehydrated food pills. The older saiyan popped one into his mouth and chewed, to get enough energy for what laid ahead.

"And the armor they're wearing, its not the normal . These people were primitives and now they have advanced technology. Why do you think that is?"

"Someone gave it to them," Goten realized, his eyes widening at the realization.

Axal nodded, "Someone won this planet over before we did." A sudden gasp escaped the older saiyan's lips and he clutched his side tightly, urging Goten forward to lend a supporting shoulder.

"We have to warn the Prince." Goten said.

"He probably already knows," Axal sighed, he still favored his weight trying hard not to lean too heavily on Goten's shoulder. The Omega locked his jaw and took the additional heft in silence. "The others will need our assistance though, it looks like both our ships banged us up pretty badly."

"I can still fight," Goten urged.

Axal laughed, "Glad to hear it. Now, we don't know what we're getting ourselves into anymore so we need to play this smart. Protect the Prince, that is our number one priority and wipe every breathing Borgessian off the planet. Do you understand Goten?"

Axal's dark eyes stared at him, searching for the commitment and determination that the moment called upon. Goten swallowed his fear and clung to the excitement he'd felt earlier. Fight, he told himself, it's in your blood. All you have to do is fight and stay alive.

"I'll die if I have to," he nodded.

Axal made a noise that was almost a chuckle as he shook his head, "No need for that. The Prince would have a sore spot against me if I let his newest crew mate die on his first mission."

Goten found himself speechless, the older saiyan's words warmed Goten's belly with the heat of embarrassment and pleasure. It was a shame when he couldn't basket in the glow for very long, ahead of them the fight carried on and their crewmates were in the thick of it.

Without another word they took off towards the real battle.


Axal refused to have Goten help him fly. In the distance they felt the other's energy. Flaring and weakening as they battled endless waves of fighters. Despite Axal's commands for him to fly forward Goten stuck by his side, keeping a keen eye on the alpha's injury and snapping back that they couldn't afford to arrive one man down if Axal died.

A grim line settled over Axal's face in response but he shut up.

They flew until Goten spotted the sharp tower in the distance. The stark of dusty dirty among the preening green vegetation. The sight of it was beautiful, almost breath taking. He stared and stared until Axal spoke up, "There. I see Beet."

The words forced Goten to look elsewhere. Down towards where Axal was looking, where a single creature was fighting off ten men. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Axal asked, "Swoop down and save him like you did earlier."

Goten smiled, "Only if you come with me."

The response managed to pull a smile out of the old warrior. "Watch and learn brat," Axal said before he gathered up his remaining energy and shot down towards the ground. Goten followed and indeed watched as Axal used his large body to bulldoze five men in mid attack.

It was like watching a car hitting an insect, their blood splattered into the air and when their bodies hit the ground they didn't move. Axal planted his feet into the ground to stop himself, kicking up the tough earth before he finally stopped.

Goten kicked one last standing Borgessian soldier towards Beet who smiled and caught the enemy around the neck. "About time you two showed up." Beet grinned, clutching at the insect's throat until it snapped. "Leta and I have been doing all the work around here."

His friend had seen better days. Beet's entire right eye was black and blue, his bottom lip had a deep tear in it, and he was leaning off his left leg entirely. Goten could feel the usually vibrant and controlled energy slipping out of Beet's body like water. He'd been fighting for a long time.

Guilt churned in Goten's chest, briefly he wondered if he should have come sooner, headed Axal's advice, but he shook it off. Now was not the time to second guess himself.

"Where is Trunks?" Goten asked, looking around eagerly.

In the distance he could hear Leta's screams as she charged at a gaggle of soldiers. He spared a look in her direction, saw her reflexes as quick as ever, even with a trail of blood dripping down the length of her arm and her armor torn to shreds.

Beet gave him a grim look, "He went after the guy who runs this planet; A giant freaking cockroach named Aun. But that was nearly thirty minutes ago. " he turned to Axal, face slack in what could have been grief for a second before it hardened again. "I told him not to go. To wait until you two showed up."

"You did fine Beet," Axal said, though his face had gone pale. Goten watched as he straightened his spine, despite the obvious fact that his injured side pained him.

Without Trunks, Axal was the most senior of their small group. He was their leader now, alpha instincts commanding him to rise to the occasion and decide their next move. "where did this Aun go?"

"Into the tunnels under the tower." Beet panted, "I lost my scouter in the fight, I don't know if I could find him just by feeling. It's like a maze down there, you know!"

Axal nodded, "Yes I know. So here's what we're going to do. Goten and I will go and assist the Prince, we'll need you and Leta to continue to hold down this position."

Beet's brows narrowed in concern but he nodded dutifully. "We've already killed most of them, what's a few… thousand more."

"That's the spirit." Axal said grimly, "We'll try to be quick. His highness has the right idea, if we kill their leader the rest will lose the will to fight."

"Sounds like a plan" Beet tried to give his usual smile but it was strained, "Be careful down there."

"You be careful up here," Axal nodded, "If things got rocky retreat back to the space pods. Don't risk your lives, we need to keep our numbers from depleting."

Both of the younger saiyans nodded in understanding, their plan set. Without any more delays Axal and Goten took off to the nearest entrance of Borgessa's tunnels.


Trunks cursed as he gripped the dirt wall beside him. A chunk of rock broke off between his fingers and kicked up a storm of dust. Frustration gripped him as he stared at a jagged entrance way for three tunnels.

He'd been here before.

The small scrape of armor that he had broken off lay at the base of one of the entrance ways, the only evidence he had to the fact that he was going around in circles.

Who knew how long he'd been doing so. He'd lost sight of Aun was seemed like hours ago, and hadn't spotted any soldiers running their the tunnels in what seemed like just as long. Maybe it was all apart of Aun's trick. To lure him down into the tunnels where he would get lost and inevitably die.

Coward.

It was the worst way to die, not in battle but outsmarted. Left alone to die of dehydration and exhaustion. His father would be ashamed. His crew was out on the planet's crust fighting to the death while he was lost in the dark.

Trunks snarled and leaned against the wall to catch his breath and think. Sweat dripped down his forehead, trailing down his nose and wetting his lips. Not only was he lost, but he was lost in the pit of Borgessa's core. Miles of hot steamy tunnels that only the locals would find refreshing.

The air down in the dirt core was thick and stale, but he refused to give up. He brushed his sweat soaked bangs out of his face and picked his body up to try again. He picked a different tunnel and followed it down, deep into the planet's depth.

Around him the heat crawled up in temperature. It was the only sign Trunks could track to figure out where he was. Aun's power level had disappeared an ability Trunks hadn't even realized the leader had before it was too late.

Another fork in the road appeared, one that looked like thousands of others Trunks had taken. It spidered out, a hole to the left, right, one that lead up and another that dropped down to darker depths. Taking a deep breath Trunks floated down the tunnel on the ground.

He had made a mistake, the same one he promised himself that he wouldn't, but blood lust had blinded him. His super saiyan power had assured him he could take on Aun in a one on one fight, and he could- if he could just find the alien.

Instead he was spending precious energy just trying to move forward. He'd blindly followed Aun into his territory, and now the advantage had slipped from his fingers.

This was not how he expected his first pillage to go.

What felt like miles above him he could feel the draining power levels of his crew. Still alive, still fighting on. It was distant, a soft brush against Trunks' senses that encouraged him to keep moving forward.

He tried to concentrate, to feel the moment Aun let his energy spike just a little and…

Something caught his boot and brought him to a stumble. Trunks hissed and caught himself on a thin root sticking out of the wall. A curse eased past his lips before he looked back to see what had tripped him.

A body laid on the ground. That of a Borgessian soldier, its body smashed into the dirt floor as if it had been slammed by something. Its armor and gun stuck out like a sore thumb. Trunks' eyes narrowed on the creature as he bowed to the ground and got a close look at the armor.

It was similar to his own, solid but expandable to any body type. The shoulder plates curved up into decorative spikes. Not saiyan fashion, but Trunks recognized it from somewhere. He picked up the gun and turned it over in his hand.

Despite the dirt and grime on the machine it still shined like new equipment. A energy phaser, a basic weapon that creatures with low power levels often used to maximize their energy. It was used all the time when Freiza charged the galaxies. He used the weaker planet's as canon fire against tougher opponents. His father told him that every foot soldier in Freiza's army held one, making even the weakest soldier feel like an asset. Back then the Saiyan empire hadn't been as strong as it was now. The energy phasers were enough to make aliens on par with most third class warriors.

Trunks swallowed the bitterly dry taste of in his mouth. Freiza, he rolled the name over in his mind. A single word that he once held equivalent to the monster in the closet. The creature who had almost eradicated his planet, had destroyed what his mother loved most.

It couldn't be him, Freiza had died years ago. Under the combined super saiyan strength of his father and Goku.

If Freiza had come to Borgessa the Saiyans would have known. They'd kept an eye on the planet for the past seven years.

Two saiyans parties had come to Borgessa and never returned. That was the story. They had died on a perceived simple mission to a simple planet, but had greatly underestimated the enemy. Yet, Trunks hadn't seen any sign of a warrior race that could kill a crew of saiyans. Even third class low levels should have been able to handle the rolling numbers.

A thought struck Trunks so suddenly it made the tunnel around him spin. Maybe they hadn't died on the mission, maybe they had simply disappeared. Had come to Borgessa in their Saiyan pods and left on another ship.

What if… the last two crews that visited Borgessa had been on a very different mission.

The idea was untouchable at first, but the more Trunks turned it over the more realistic it seemed. Something wasn't right, and he needed answers.

Luckily, he was chasing just the guy who could give him the answers.

Trunks kicked the body on the ground and spat. A renewed sense of his mission fell on his shoulders, he welcomed the weight and plowed onward.

He had to find Aun, the entire planet of Vegeta-sei may depend on it.


"Can you smell the Prince?" Axal asked sniffing at the stale air in annoyance.

Goten copied the action but shook his head for the hundredth time, "No your blood is too strong."

"It stopped bleeding," Axal hissed defensively as he stomped down the dirt tunnel and cursed, "I can't get the scent over your sweat."

"Hey!" Goten exclaimed but reached up and wiped at his forehead anyway. His arm came back damp and sticky. He hadn't expected the heat of the tunnels below Borgessa, the planet's surface had been hot enough, but apparently that heat had steamed from the Planet's core. The need for water weighed heavily on his tongue. Even warm water would have been nice, but there was nothing. Desperately Goten licked his chapped his and continued to follow Axal.

In the tunnels there was no sense of time. Goten marched on while feeling for Trunks energy. It was unnerving not being able to feel it. As if the Prince were dead. He shivered at the thought and continued, watching as Axal relied on his nose instead of his sense of ki.

Axal paused a few feet in front of him loudly inhaling the air and frowning. "Smell something?" Goten panted brushing his hair out of his face once again.

The older saiyan frowned, "It's not the Prince."

"Oh," disappointment pooled into Goten's gut and hung there, leaving him nauseated. He sent up a quiet prayer that Trunks would be alright, that they would find him alive and in one piece.

It was strange that they didn't run into any enemies in the tight tunnels. Goten wouldn't complain though, Axal was managing with his injury but in a fight the saiyan wouldn't be good for much. That was why he dragged Goten along with him. Out of all the crew members Goten was the only one with enough energy to put up a good fight.

They turned down a fork in the tunnel and continued to walk. Axal stopped more and more to take a good sniff… before wrinkling his nose and continuing forward. The more they walked the more Goten sweated. He yearned for water as much as he wished they would turn a corner and run into the Prince.

A sudden terrifying thought stuck Goten as he wondered if they would be able to find their way out.

Suddenly Axal stopped causing Goten to run into the man's stiff back. The omega squawked and stumbled back, eyes wide and an apology sputtering from his lips, "Sorry I wasn't thinking… er… looking. I was just-"

"Shut up," Axal hissed, his voice a low growling tone that Goten had never heard before. Alarm bells went off in the black haired teen's ears. He straightened and watched Axal smell the air around them. "Don't you smell it?"

"Smell what?" Goten asked, "Trunks? Is it the Prince?" Hope made his dry throat crack as Goten looked around.

Axal shook his head, "No. It's not the Prince…"

"Another saiyan?" Goten wondered his heart beating wildly in his chest. Something was wrong. His muscles were tense, preparing for a fight, but he sniffed the air and all he could smell was himself and Axal.

"An omega." Axal said, his voice thick with disbelief.

Goten froze, his heart icing over into his lungs. Oh god, oh god oh god. How did...

The heat.

He sweated out his pills and all the extras Bulma had packed for him… were left in the ship. And who knew how long he laid in the ship before waking up, with none of his suppressants being injected into his system. Apparently, long enough for the pills to wear out at the worst possible time.

Despite Goten's best efforts not to draw attention to himself Axal's eyes eventually fell on him. The older saiyan stared for a moment, face dark and unreadable. The look of of hunter who had just spotted a small animal.

"You..."


Author's Note: Well everyone, sorry it took so long. We're hitting a action-pack next couple of chapters and I've been taking extra time to make sure everything is good. The good news is that they are LONG- take the chapter above for example. I don't know where the word count went but it keeps stacking up. Which... is good for you guys! Hopefully it was worth the wait. More good news, I pretty much took all this time to write out the next 3-4 chapters. So they should be posted regularly for the next coming weeks. Horay!

I'm also thinking about editing (and improving) past chapters. This is one of the longest pieces i've ever written and its easy to forget small things and make little mistakes here and there. Plus, without a beta reader I'm always rereading things and finding mistakes. X_X Please forgive me!

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