Author: Gold Cherries

Rating: M

Arc: Trunks

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"So…?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes, grasping his shoulder's tight. "You shall eat with the two children I have chosen for you."

This was so fucking weird. Trunks gave a pained smile. "This is normal right? I'm not a weirdo asking to eat with people who have never met me?"

Obsidian eyes blinked, his father snorted. "I shall not dishonour you brat. Go and sit, they will be escorted in."

Trunks sighed and looked down at his plain black singlet and loose pajama pants, red boots, deeper scarlet sash. Oh man…please let him not look like a freak. Saiyan clothing trends were horrendous, and the red with his hair. Ugh.

He studied his stern father for a moment, his lips tugged. "Thanks Dad."

Stepping out, he moved across the long hall and sat in the polished stone seat, glancing around at the guards that lined the wall. This still was overkill for lunch. He heard the big doors shut behind him.

Alone in a private hall. With guards.

How rich was his father?

He leant back in the chair after a couple of minutes to take in the high hollow ceilings, his life had changed so drastically. He wasn't what he'd thought himself to be, his Dad was both an alien monster, yet he found he loved him still anyway. Then to actually associate with the saiyans, be a part of this culture. He sighed.

"Heeello alien."

He jumped, straightening to find two teenagers standing by the table, both had the black saiyan hair and eyes, long furred tails that waved so carelessly behind them. The two were dressed in clothes identical to his own. His even looked better quality he had to admit.

"Oi Sari I don't think you're allowed to call him alien." One of the boys whispered in the presumed Sari's ear.

"Tch I can call him whatever I want, look at him. He's a freak. His father must have mated someone he shouldn't of. Interbreeding is against the law."

"Yes, you are right."

Trunk's brow had twitched at the freak comment standing up. Forcing himself to smile. "Hi, my names Trunks, my Father organised for me to meet you both today."

"I'm Jas." The taller saiyan offered with a stiff smile.

"Hmph, who is your father?" Sari asked. "No offense but I don't want to hang out with half breeds. You'll be stared at and I have a good family to uphold."

"My F-Father?" Trunks dumbfounded for a second. Oh shit, he scratched his cheek. Dad you jerk! "I uh…"

"You're a bit strange," Jas admitted, he smiled though and sat down. "Come Sari, let's eat."

"Yeah eating is good." Trunks agreed hurriedly and dropped into his seat. Sari was scowling at him now and walked around to lean on the table, staring at him, eyes slits. "Family name? I think it's polite don't you?"

"I was forbidden to say by my Father." Trunks lied, his Dad refused to tell him shit like that…this was irritating.

"So he's ashamed of you. Figures."

Oooh if he didn't have these limiters on his wrist he so would be punching this guy out. "I'm an elite first class, what else matters? My Father is definitely not ashamed of me. I've only been on planet a little over a month. He's ensuring I can't leave him actually." He held up one of his arms showing the band wrapped around his wrist. "My strength has been locked away as I'm too strong for all these guards even." He grinned. Sari glanced behind him at the guards in question lips in a half pout.

"Hmph, your Father must be someone of good standing, but ours are too." He moved to sit down at the chair opposite Jas.

The pair starting to eat, Trunks beginning as well, there silence for some time. Jas paused in his meal, playing with the spoon in his hand. "So…what race is your mother?"

"Who cares Jas." Sari complained.

"Earthling. It's a very intelligent but physically weak race. My planet was destroyed before I was born, so I've travelled space with my mother."

"Wow." Jas looked awed, even Sari was watching him now.

"Why is that surprising? You've both been in space haven't you?"

The pair flushed, "No it's forbidden, the elite first class must stay on planet until we reach young adult age of forty-five years. It's to protect the blood lines. Third, second and first class are sent out constantly, but we are the elite first class and have to think of the royals, you can't leave them unprotected it's our role." Sari explained.

"You guys protect Prince Vegeta?"

"Sure." Jas smiled, "We train everyday to protect the King, Queen and Prince, we might be needed one day."

"I…well what's he like?" Trunks questioned. He loathed the saiyan Prince but he'd worked out that'd be a dumb comment to make.

"The Prince?"

He nodded.

"Sari smirked, "Out of this world. He is the most powerful warrior on the planet, he's saved us from the Cold Empire, even sacrificed his own life to work for them to keep us safe. He cares for this planet before anyone else. I'd die for him."

"Me too." Jas agreed smiling.

"Huh? What do you mean sacrificed his life. King Cold attacked, planet Vegeta-sei?"

"Duh." Sari drawled, "You don't know much, we were to be killed, instead he agreed to take our King's son in payment instead. Prince Vegeta was brought up in space working for the Cold Empire, it wasn't until he was an adult he was allowed to come home. He didn't get a real childhood, he was separated from his entire race. Even now he's always thinking about what can be done to keep us safe in the war."

Jas huffed, "The blue scientist keeps wiping out our people, it's getting really tough for all of us, so many families mourn."

"It's like that rebel group don't understand how slow we procreate. If it keeps up, our planet will die out."

Trunks just stared at the food before him.

He had no idea. His mum wouldn't have known this. Why didn't they tell anyone? He cringed to think of how many tens of thousands of Saiyans he'd strategically destroyed over the past three years in this war. "Can't the Prince ask the Scientist to stop?"

The pair shrugged, "We trust Prince Vegeta is doing the best he can. It's not our concern, we just have to keep the royal family safe, like your Father would I assume."

The two finished their food.

Sari was giving him a strange look. "You don't eat much."

"Oh…yeah was just thinking."

The saiyan teenager rolled his eyes, "Alright, well let's go Jas." The other boy rose and pushed the chair in, the pair both dipped their heads to him.

"Thank you for the invite." They both said as one.

Sari straightened, lips lax, "But please don't invite me again. I don't wish to know you well, your blood bothers me too much."

"And I as well." Jas agreed smiling. "However, I thought you were quite nice, but my family would be upset. I shall surely see you at some other point in the future." The two both waved and made their exit.

Trunks folded his arms over his chest, eyes shielded by the unnatural hair the pair had been repelled by so badly, he reached up to tug at the lavender locks, before groaning. "Stupid laws."

Ten minutes later the doors were thrown open and he heard the sounds of boots hitting the stone floor, a presence felt to the side of him. "So how was your social occasion?"

"Man have had better." Trunks said, glancing up to his father, "Dad what's your family name? They were asking me."

"You aren't ready to take on family responsibilities, Father is fine."

Trunks stood hands on his hips, "Dad! You don't get it, they made fun of me, because I didn't know your name." He threw his hands up in the air "And what about my looks, I'll never have any saiyan like me when it's fucking illegal to interbreed with other races, I have a big X on my head. Like danger back away, will make my family look bad."

"They did what?" His father's voice was low, the dangerous hum to it, had him falter in his rant and he looked up. "W-Wait, they were concerned about their family. Don't go getting pissy, I'll never make a friend that way."

"My son shall not be mocked."

Fingers grabbed his chin harshly, bringing tears to his eyes, "Ow Dad stop." He protested, grimacing when his father nudged the side of his cheek with his nose. Saiyan parents…ugh so tactile. He could feel the blood rising to his cheeks. "Can I just have a camouflage, so I don't stick out so bad. Puleeease. That was embarrassing just then."

"Tch no." His father drew back, the biting grip having loosened, a hand gently running through his thick foreign locks. "You will not hide your ancestry, saiyans are proud. You will have pride, you look different, but that is how you stay."

"That's no help at all. I'm going to be friendless here."

Vegeta chuckled and grasped his hand to pull him towards the door, "You will discover a companion in time, I will choose different children tomorrow."

"Yay…" Trunks cheered, getting a glare from his father at his sarcasm. Trunks sighed trudging along beside his father, who was really into the whole drag you around shit. Like he was a two year old. "Did you know Prince Vegeta grew up off planet?"

There was silence for some time and his father snorted, "Everyone knows such nonsense."

"Hey! I didn't."

"Because it's not alien business, it's saiyan business. It's nothing new."

"But Prince Vegeta apparently saved the planet."

"All royals do their share of sacrifice, do you hate the Prince less due to this information." His father glanced over his shoulder at him and Trunks huffed.

"Course not. He's still a genocidal murderer."

"You hate him still then."

"Yep."

Vegeta made a sound in his throat but didn't say anything more until he was in his bedroom, getting ready for his routine nap. Standing beside the bed he watched his Father moving things around the room including the supplies he'd arranged for his inventing this afternoon.

"Hey Dad?"

"Hn?"

"Thanks…you know for everything. For a saiyan you're pretty awesome."

The saiyan moved to stand before him, his head tilted, eyes slanted in consideration. "It is unfortunate I missed your early years, but I shall be here to rear you from now on."

"It doesn't matter that I'm a half breed?"

"Negative."

Trunks a bit wide eyed when he was embraced for a second, immediately trying to fight his way free, it received a chuckle from the saiyan and he was pushed down into bed. His nose nipped. "Sleep brat"

The room soon shaded in black and he could see the silhouettes of his father at the door. "I also hear rumours that law shall be changing." With that the door shut, Trunks found himself grinning, ha, take that Sari, wouldn't be illegal forever, he'd shove that in his face next time they met.

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