Author: Gold Cherries

Rating: M

Arc: Trunks

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He was soooo full.

Trunks struggled, taking one mouthful than another watching his Father while he walked about the room dropping out some fabric on the bed. Jumping up when his Dad was at the door opening it. "H-Hey." He protested.

"Back in a minute brat." The saiyan walked out, door shutting with a creak.

He sighed, looking at the bowl before him, he was half way through the fourth bowl but his stomach hurt, Thinking about it, he dug a hole in some vegetables in another dish and started to pile in the meat covering it up. Following this process until the other two dishes couldn't look way too obvious, getting up to walk around the room wondering how to toss out two more dishes he spotted the open balcony doors and deviated towards them stepping out, at the balcony he held the dishes out and turned them upside down. He grinned, there we go. Straightening he stretched, subconsciously rubbing his stomach grimacing, he couldn't eat six huge bowls of food every meal. Screw eating eight man…

Turning he stood motionless at the sight of his father leant against the doorway, coal eyes bored into him. He felt abruptly really ill. Slowly he sat one of the empty bowls inside the other, hands trembling as he held the dishes.

"Um…" He didn't know what to say. "Sorry…uh..." He stuttered a bit, he honestly didn't want his Dad to be disappointed with him. He held the dishes out, unable to bring himself to look up. There was silence for some time, then he felt a hand wrap around his wrist and he was jerked forward the dishes fell to the ground, dragged through the room to be softly pushed into the chair, his father pulled a seat around to face him, grabbed one of the bowls of food and took a spoonful, it held to his mouth.

His lips trembled, compelled to argue with him for being ridiculous, that he wasn't two. But so far his Dad hadn't yelled at him yet like yesterday, he had the idea the saiyan was struggling to keep his temper.

He opened his mouth, letting his father place the spoon in his mouth. The room silent as he ate whatever he was given, it getting harder and harder to swallow the food down though starting to feel quite sick. Eventually groaning clutching his stomach, growing teary. "Too full." He got out, pleading for his Father to stop.

"You're nearly finished Trunks, this is the last bowl."

He fit it yesterday right? Trunks tried to tell himself, it would be impossible to die from overeating. He nodded after five more spoons though he gagged and shoved his dad's hand away, as he took deep breathes, trying to get over the nausea. He was startled at the sudden proximity of his father's face the warrior having leant close staring at him with a narrowed gaze. Fingers rubbed over his damp cheek and abruptly the man stood dropping the half empty bowl to the table. "Get dressed."

Oh wow. Relieved more than he could put into words, he nodded wiping his eyes with the back of his arm and he stood heading over to the clothes he picked them up and held them out, cheeks warming.

Spandex.

He shuddered. He assumed this was for him. "This?"

"Yes under your armour."

"Heh." How hideous. He kept his tongue though turning to go to the bathroom.

"What are you doing now?" The saiyan groaned. "Do you need help undressing too?"

A choking sound escaped his throat. "No!" He looked to the fabric then to the bathroom, "I was-"

"Ridiculous, change I'm your father not a woman."

How embarrassing, he thought eyes snapping to the standing saiyan then back to the clothes. His dad probably thought he was a girl as it was. Internally wincing he spun, back to his father as he loosened his pants, letting them fall to step into the tight shiny black fabric to pull up his body, it a bit of a struggle to get one of his arms in, jolting when his father tried to straighten his arm out more to help.

He yanked away, "Don't I can do it myself, why are you always trying to help me with stupid stuff?"

The saiyan snorted, "Your inferior mixed blood has you act differently than a normal saiyan child. Do not get huffy with me for doing what is normal for children here."

Trunks swallowed, watching as his father left him to sit at the table, "Finish then, your armour is against the wall."

Did that mean his Dad thought he was inferior, like a disappointment? He rubbed his chest, the ache spread through him. He went back to getting his arms through the tight fabric, successful walking over to the armour, picking the red items up. He stared at it for a while, thinking about the saiyan people he'd spent the past few years trying to kill with many successes.

Pulling boots and gloves on, he felt a bit flustered at the piece he had to pull over his head, probably should have did the gloves last. He slowly drew it down, it sticking to his body. He pulled his hand back punching in experiment.

There was a chuckle, "This is good for fighting, your clothes won't catch on everything, nothing for the enemy to grip onto easily either."

He glanced to his father for a moment, a small grin twisting his lips. "Yeah…pity it's so dorky."

He watched as his father spluttered and he laughed, ok his dad was a little cool. Just a pain he was a saiyan sheesh, hopefully he and mum could convince him to leave Planet Vegeta and they could all be together.

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"This place is massive, why are the ceilings so high?" Trunks asked wide eyed as he looked up above to the black stone stretched up far far above, their booted feet clicked on the polished floors and he could spot saiyans everywhere but oddly far away from them.

"This is a very old traditional place."

"Do lots of saiyans live here?"

"No."

Trunks blanched, serious? "So you own this place? You must be loaded." His mum had mentioned that actually. "So why so many people around then?"

He heard the saiyan groan, "You never cease speaking, you're as bad as your mother."

"Hmph." Trunks folded his arms, looking around stopping to look at a group of saiyans who were staring at them. He grinned waving, gasping when his father phased before him.

"Do not even 'look' at them brat, you are better than them. You do not associate with lower classes.

"Wha-" Trunks not knowing what to say as he was tugged into a faster walk by his father, a hand wrapped around his wrist. "Hey…you don't mean that do you?"

His Father didn't answer and he sighed, still looking around him as he tried to work out where he was exactly, that big biiiig building he'd found his mum in. So his Dad earnt a lot.

His hearing kept picking up whispers through the hall. 'Who is he?' 'Look at his hair.'' He must be important.'

"Dad…"

"Shush. Ignore them."

"Mm." He agreed. They were staring at him, guess he really did look weird compared to saiyans.

Distracted he banged into the back of his Father, not having expected him to stop, his father straightened but man he looked pissed. "Kakarot!"

Huh? Looking around his breath caught when a saiyan just appeared in view.

"Hey P- Er…. Um…" The saiyan laughed, scratching his cheek, "Wow this is difficult."

"Fool, why are there so many people around. I left it to you this morning to ensure we had some privacy."

"Well I did tell them to keep back else you'd get real angry. Why? Are people coming up to talk to you?"

"Not yet." Vegeta grated.

The man suddenly turned leaning down grinning. "Hey there little guy how are you liking planet Vegeta."

"Who are you?" Trunks asked trying not to huff at being spoken to like a kid.

"Me? I'm Kakarot, I'm one of um…oh yeah, your Dad's guards."

His eyes narrowed, "You're trying not to say his name aren't you?"

The male went pink, before giggling, "Heh he's a smart kid."

"Hn."

"Mum never told me about you."

"Aw…really? But I've known your dad since we were little kids, we fight together all the time."

A light went off, Trunks grinned, "Oooh you're Goku."

"Goku?" The cheerful saiyan tilted his head puzzled.

"Yeah mum said your name was too much like carrot so she called you Goku."

"Ok." The saiyan laughed, "Never had a nickname before, I like Goku."

Trunks smiled, but it fell pretty fast, for once unsure he never realised Saiyans were…so normal, in their own way anyway. He thought they were monsters. But…. "Goku?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you kill people?"

"Sheesh heavy conversation, but er sure sometimes. I don't like to really but I love the fighting part, Only kill cause I have to. My job is to protect Vegeta-sei, if that means killing people I guess I'll keep doing it. I love my home."

"No one's trying to destroy planet Vegeta. That Prince of yours is-"

A hand clapped over his mouth. "Shut up. In public do not speak bad about our royalty." His Father demanded.

Trunks grasped the hand pressed against his mouth looking up. "Sorry." He got out, words muffled in the man's glove.

Goku winked "Anyway Trunks, our royals are pretty awesome."

Trunks felt the glove pull away, hands clasped his shoulders. "Even Prince Vegeta he-"

"Yup he's my favourite." Goku interrupted, "All of us respect him, he's a good Prince, so is our King."

"How can you say that." Trunks whispered horrified.

Goku smiled "He keeps us safe."

"Enough now. We're training." Trunks heard and let himself be pushed along before his Father, his mind in turmoil. Goku believed that? He had to find out what made the saiyans think Prince Vegeta was such a good person.

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Standing in a wide square arena Trunks frowned glancing around himself it was so big.

"Arms out brat."

"Huh?" He looked back to the saiyan before him.

The male rolled his eyes and grabbed his arm, ignoring his jolt. "I'm going to take off your limiters."

Trunks's gaze dropped to his wrist and the white band there, he held up his other arm as well in the hopes he Dad would also remove it.

"These go back on once you finish training."

Why? "But-"

"No arguing. You have been gone for fifteen years, although I am inferring to trust you have intelligence and rational ability to not run away and have planets die. There is still that ridiculous emotional curse that women has given you to consider. So I will not trust you to not be impulsive.

"Dad…I wouldn't risk planets of people to-"

"Shush." The saiyan muttered, "You've made us late enough for training without nattering."

Speechless he nodded, staring at his father as by his strength he pulled apart the white band, his skin felt hot, his dad really thought he talked too much?! Plus it wasn't his fault this morning. His mind ranting as his father opened the second one. Soon Trunks rubbing his wrists a smile on his face. This felt waaaay better, he could actually move.

"What's wrong with you?"

He blinked as a hand rested on his cheek and Trunks realised abruptly his Dad had noticed his blush. "Whoa no I'm perfectly healthy." He batted the saiyan's touch away, this getting a light giggle from Kakarot.

"I think he was embarrassed P- ugh my 'friend'." Goku offered.

His Dad glared at the other saiyan present but just rolled his eyes. "Wonderful. Son?"

"Mm."

"We will train now, sparring. I assume you have done this before."

"Sort of? Most of my trainers weren't really strong enough to do real sparring just techniques, the rest was battle gear Mum created for me. Last couple were pretty great though been doing a lot of sword work."

"Ridiculous swords, weaklings use such foolish tools."

Trunks struggled to keep his mouth shut eyes slanted slightly, Sheesh his Dad could be a jerk sometimes. "So what are the rules?" He asked after regaining his temper.

Goku laughed covering his mouth with his hand.

Trunks lost at the male's humour only just managing to twist out of the way of a punch. "There are no rules." His father hissed, his eyes having widened at the admission.

How could you fight without rules?

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Trunks now understood very well how there could be no rules, groaning on his hands and knees, blood and sweat trickled from his face.

He heard his father chuckle, "Tired boy?"

He cringed, shaky pants escaped him, training was full on in this planet. He withheld a groan as a boot kicked him in the ribs making him fall over so he was on his back looking up to his amused father. The saiyan leant down a smirk dancing on his lips as he stared at him.

"M-Might be…just a little."

His Dad snickered. "You are still young, I am not even in my prime yet in strength."

So that's why he'd sucked. Well not completely sucked right? His Dad was rather breathless and he had injuries too….he though had totally had the shit bashed out of him, if he put it in his mum's words.

He thought trainers tried to be careful with their students, not kill them.

He tried to sit up groaning, "I'm hungry."

Eyes had widened, "You ate three hours ago."

"Yeah…but I'm still hungry I eat all the time and you made me throw up before." He said annoyed at the memory, having your gut punched so hard you're sick was not cool.

His Dad lit up. "Now I understand, you eat a bit less more often."

Why was he so obsessed with his eating?! "Ugh I don't know." He huffed.

Finding his father holding his hand out for him. He stared at it doubtful, he looked up, "Is training finished?"

"For now."

Yay. He clasped the gloved hand and was pulled up, being stabilised by both his Father and Goku, he spat out some blood, body too damaged to stand easily on his own.

"I have never fought anyone as strong as you." It was weird to admit.

"So you had fun then." His father mused pulling off his blood stained, soft gloves. Trunks mute watching as the white stone bracelets were then clicked back on. Collapsing then when his ki was locked away. Goku just plucking him up, grinning at him.

"This is so embarrassing." Trunks groaned, "Can't I at least walk back and get the bands on."

"Not our fault you were pathetic, next session do better." His Dad said.

"Tch."

Goku sniggered, "Don't be harsh on yourself Trunks, you did really well, way better than most he fights."

He yawned, "Yeah? Well…it was kinda fun." It'd been exhilarating fighting like that with someone so good, he still thought his Dad played dirty though, he'd broke too many ribs, he would hurt him when he was down, he even mocked him so much he'd wanted to actually murder him at one point. His Dad was one hell of a fighter.

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