Authors Note: This story takes place in an Alternate DBZ Universe. In this universe, Vegeta is now the King of a still-existing Vegeta-sei. Trunks, as you might have guessed, is the prince and Bulma, Queen of Vegeta-sei, is his mother. Take note that most characters have the basic characteristics they would have in the original DBZ world ... except their environment and circumstances are way different.I don't go much into how everyone ended up on Vegetasei, mostly because that isn't the main topic of the story. It's not very important. Please keep in mind that this is an alternate universe.
Disclaimer: DBZ/GT…don't own it. Never will, never did. Got it?
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Chapter 1 : Never
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The Prince solemnly paced down the red carpeted hall, he spotted his father at the end and turned quickly to walk away. It was too late, he had been spotted.
"Trunks, may I have a word with you in my chambers?" King Vegeta asked.
"Actually, father I really…"
"NOW." Vegeta bellowed.
Trunks murmured something under his breath as he turned and followed his father into his room. He knew what was coming, and he wasn't happy about it.
The lavender haired boy quietly stepped into his parents' chambers. His mother was scribbling a letter of some sorts at her desk and Vegeta stood, arms folded, in front of Trunks.
"Ah, Trunks." The Chikyuu woman raised her head from her work and smiled gracefully at her son. One had to wonder how his father and mother got together, in the first place. She was from the Earth and he from Vegetasei. Of course, inter-breeding was common nowadays. Many beings from conquered planets were romanticizing with Saiya-jins, especially those from Earth. It wasn't necessarily an excepted thing, that is until the then-Prince Vegeta returned with the lovely blue-haired earth woman. No one dared make a remark, unless they had a death wish.
"Your father and I would like to have a word with you." She said as she rose from her seat. The deep-purple gown she was wearing glided across the floor with each small step she took. She motioned for him to sit in a nearby chair. He obeyed.
"Mother, I know what you want to talk to me about and I just don't think…"
"Shut up, brat. You will have found a mate by your 21st birthday. It's Saiya-jin law that the heir to the thrown find a suitable life-partner by this time to secure his position as future king and to supply himself with heirs, as well. You're fooling yourself if you think your going to break a 1,000 or more year old tradition and law just because you supposedly haven't found the right woman yet. Don't even give me that crap." King Vegeta yelled at his son, cutting straight to the point of where this whole conversation was going.
"This is so incredibly ridiculous. You're forcing me to find a mate so soon just because of some idiotic law?" Trunks replied, now upset.
"Now, Trunks, calm down. I'm sure you'll be able to find a suitable young lady to be with you. There's still quite a while before your 21st birthday." Bulma said in a soothing voice.
"Wow, two whole months, Mother? Why didn't you say so sooner?" Trunks mocked sarcastically.
"You will NOT disrespect your mother or my orders. You will have found a mate by your 21st birthday if you wish to someday be king of Vegetasei. Don't argue with me, boy." Vegeta growled.
"What if I'm not able to find anyone?" Trunks asked, knowing it was a foolish question. Women practically hurtled themselves at him every time he set foot out of the palace grounds. He'd have no problem finding a girl. The problem was finding a girl he truly loved.
"Then, your mother and I will be forced to choose someone for you. In fact, I think that's just what we'll do." Vegeta smirked evilly.
Trunks restrained himself from contradicting his father or saying anything more. To do so would result in a slow and painful beating.
Instead, he dismissed himself from the room and returned to his own chambers to think about the whole situation he was forced into.
*Arranging a mate for me? No one's even giving me a choice. What if I don't want to be king of Vegeta-sei? What if I'm not ready to have a mate…someone whom I'm not even going to get the chance to know before she's forced to live with me for the rest of our lives…*
He thought quietly to himself for quiet awhile until he unknowingly dosed off into a restless sleep.
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After Trunks left, Bulma looked irritably at Vegeta.
"What!?" He screamed at her, feeling uncomfortable under her hateful gaze.
"You're always so mean to him, Vegeta! Honestly, how do expect him to find happiness if you're always ordering him to do things he doesn't want to do?"
"Well, what the hell do you expect me to do?! He must have a mate by his 21st birthday to be eligible to take over the throne. Don't bitch at me, I didn't make the rules." Vegeta stated.
"But is arranging a mate for him really necessary? Think of the consequences!"
"What consequences? There's nothing to it. We find a suitable woman for Trunks, they screw, produce some brats of their own, and before you know it the thrown of Vegeta-sei is secure once again. Easy as pie."
"But what of the girl's feelings? And her family…what if they don't wish for their daughter to marry our son?"
"Do you realize how foolish you sound?! What girl in their right mind wouldn't want to marry a PRINCE?"
"But still…what about love?"
"No buts. I'm the king and what I say goes, they'd have no choice. That's FINAL!" Vegeta stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him. "Besides," She heard him shout from down the hall. "They'll LEARN to love each other."
Bulma sat on the bed and blew some stray hair out of eyes. "We'll see…"
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Weeks had passed and things settled down to as normal as they could get around the palace. Vegeta hadn't said a word about marriage in so long, Trunks had started to wonder what exactly he was scheming…
But, of course, there was nothing he could do but wait, and so that's exactly what he did.
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"Let me go you bastards!" The young woman screamed as the Saiya-jin guards tightened their grip on her arms. "LET GO OF ME!" She screamed into one of the guards' ears, temporarily deafening him as he released her arm to hold his ringing ears. A kick to the groin of the other guard loosened her other arm as she ran for the door.
"And where do you think you're going?" A figure appeared in front of her, blocking her only way to freedom.
"Anywhere but here…" The girl growled as she powered up and directed a punch towards the figures head.
"Hmm…is that how you treat your king and future father-in-law, girl?" He hissed in her face.
She gasped at first, but retaliated with a snide remark.
"I'd rather die then be related to you!" She yelled in his face.
"I can arrange that, if you'd like!" He smirked as he threw her under his arm like a sack of potatoes and carried her off to her new room.
When they reached the room, he threw her on the floor.
"Now listen hear…girl."
"My name's Son Pan." She replied angrily to the king.
"Whatever. Now, you're going to be the wife of my son, whether you like it or not. Your father made the arrangement with me to have you betrothed to the prince, and that's exactly what's going to happen. You should feel lucky, you've been chosen out of hundreds of young women." He smirked at her and turned his back to leave.
"Oh, and one more thing." He grinned evilly over his shoulder. "Remember, you're strong, just not strong enough. Escape is futile." With that, King Vegeta slammed the door to her room and left the girl to drown in her own pool of misery.
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She remained curled up in a ball on the floor for what seemed like hours. But, soon she was disturbed by a few slave women that entered her room.
"Come on, girl." An old woman beckoned her to get up. "We must get you primped up for the prince, now. Come on…" She nagged softly.
Pan pushed her hair back from her face and stood up, towering over the small woman.
"I'll do no such thing…" She said.
"Oh, yes you will. You don't want the handsome prince looking at you in your rags, now do you?" The woman grinned a smile short a few teeth.
Pan glanced at her attire. She had black warm-up pants and a tattered tank top on. She did look a mess. But, before she could refuse, she was being dragged away by the servants.
They stripped her of her clothes and threw her in a tub full of bubbly warm water and soon started proceeding to scrub her skin until it almost felt numb. They poured in sweet smelling lotions on her long black hair and fragrant oils to soften her skin. She had to admit that the water and special treatment did feel good, but when she remembered why she was here it made her head hurt with anxiety.
She was soon removed from the tub, smelling like a flower. After she was a dried, beautiful garments of rich purples and transparent whites were wrapped around her toned body. She protested through it all, not being used to such clothes. The women simply ignored her and continued on with their task. After she was beautifully dressed, they placed one long gold cuff on her right arm followed by two large gold earrings. They gave her a nice pair of sandals for her feet while the older woman brushed out her long black hair. When she finish brushing, she took a gold comb, and twisted it in her hair. With that, the women left her to herself again, in the room alone.
Pan stood up and shuffled to the mirror uncomfortable and depressed. She looked herself over in the glass and couldn't even recognize herself. She made a face of disgust.
*This isn't how a warrior is supposed to dress. How foolish…* She thought as she stumbled to a lounge chair to sit on. Sighing deeply, she began to pity herself once more with the door to her room was again opened.
Two guards barged in and lifted her, not too gently, from her sitting place. They proceeded to take her out the room and down a long path of narrow hallways.
"Where are you taking me?" Pan asked receiving no answer. She got angry and tried to fight her way from their grip, only accomplishing to muss her hair and lose a sandal in the process. The guards paid her no heed, and continued on their journey to wherever they were taking her.
As she continued complaining, they brought her near a set of large doors to someone's room. Entering, they released their grip, turned, and walked out again shutting the doors.
She turned around frustrated, only to be face to face with a pair of cold blue eyes. Caught off guard, she stumbled back loosing her balance. An arm reached out and grabbed her before she tripped. Embarrassed, she shrugged it off and backed up, her back against the doors.
"So, I finally get to meet you." He said.
"W-Who are you?" She asked.
"You've been all everybody's been talking about lately, seems you've caused quite a commotion." He smirked looking her up and down, making her feel even more uncomfortable and she shifted from foot to foot.
"You didn't answer my question…" She said, somewhat quietly, gaining some nerve.
"You don't know who I am, huh? I'm Trunks." He said taking a step closer. "And you're…you're my new mate."
She took a sharp breath of air in, the words he just said sinking in.
*Mate? Me…his mate? How could they just…I don't even know him.*
Tangled thoughts plummeted through her head. Anger. Anger was all she felt now for what they made her do. She never wanted any of this, as glorious as it may seem. She was perfectly happy with the life she had as a simple warrior. She was content. And now they had dragged her into this, forced her to marry some stranger. Yes, she had to admit to herself that he was a fine piece of eye candy, but she hardly knew him. He hardly knew her. And why was she picked? Because of her stupid ancestry and appearance. She was dragged away from everything she would ever know or had known because of her power and looks and because the stupid prince of Vegeta-sei needed a mate. She would never live in her old home again nor be allowed to associate with her loved ones and…and…they never even gave her a choice.
"I don't want to be your mate." She spat, fire flaring in her darkened sapphire eyes as she met the princes' gaze. She melted when she got a good look at him. Silky lavender hair framed his face and crystal blue was the color of his diamond eyes. He was very well built, too…Shrugging off the thoughts, she stood firm again, not wanting to appear weak and trying not to let her eyes wander.
"You think I had a choice in this?" He questioned, obviously offended and angered by her previous remark.
"I don't care if you had a choice in this. I won't be forced into it…" She said, holding back strong emotions.
"You…" He said, temper flaring, "have NO choice. You'll do what you are ordered to do. I must get a woman by my 21st birthday, and if you were the one who was picked to be my mate, then so be it!" He yelled at her, pushing her harshly into the doors with anger.
He released his grip and started to walk into a large room next to the bedchamber. Trunks stopped short, and rested his hand on the wall near him.
"You know," He murmured almost painfully, "You weren't the only one forced into this whole thing…" And with that he quietly entered into the next room and sunk down in a chair with his thoughts while leaving Pan with hers.
Shocked by what he had just done, she sank slowly down the doors and curled into a ball on the floor.
***
So, there she sat. Lonely, heartbroken, and uncomfortable (both emotionally and physically) on the floor of his room.
*Oh gods, these clothes are so annoying…* She thought, tugging at the uncomfortable garments she was forced in to for her meeting with the prince.
Almost dead from boredom, she wandered around the large room. The area she was presently in was a large bedroom adorned with a master bed, a large armoire, a gold-framed glass mirror, and many more beautiful pieces of furniture and art. Connected to the bed room area was a study and living room-type space. A large section of it was filled with books and a desk, as well as a couch, chairs and a fireplace. Some large French doors led out to a balcony. On the couch near the crackling fireplace, Trunks slept, eyebrows knitted in worry. She outwardly loathed his presence, while trying to ignore the annoying pull on her heartstrings she got everytime she looked at him.
Sighing, mostly with self-pity, she glanced over at the armoire. Walking gingerly over to it, she opened one of the large drawers. It was filled with princely shirts and such. She gave a small "hmph" as she shut the drawer and opened one below it, quickly shutting that one too when she saw that it was only filled with underwear. The third drawer she opened was what she was looking for. She pulled out a black spandex tank top and a pair of oversized dark purple jogging pants. Smiling, for the first time all day, she triumphantly shut the door with the help of her hip and walked over to the bed to change into the more comfortable clothes.
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Trunks woke up from his spot on the couch. Stretching, with hair disheveled, he looked over toward his bed to find a sleeping figure. He figured it was that girl… whatever her name was. He slowly walked towards the bed, not to wake her. Looking down on her sleeping figure, long ebony hair spread amongst the pillows and covers, he thought how easily it would be to "dispose" of her right now. She was defenseless in her sleep, and he would get out of this whole mating thing maybe with only a slight beating from his father. He looked at his hand, and then at her, subconsciously debating on what to do, yet knowing he could never do such a thing. He might be his fathers' son, but he sure didn't have to be as ruthless as him. Sighing, and pushing the thought out of his head, he gave her one last look, just realizing she was now wearing his clothes, and headed to the other side of the large bed. He slipped under the covers and quickly fell asleep again.
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Author's Note: Hopefully, that was a fairly decent first chapter. I have several other chapters yet to post, please review and offer constructive critisism if need be. If you plan to flame me for some reason or another I must warn you that I'm immune. ^^ In other words, flames have no effect on me. Don't waste time typing them. ^.~
Disclaimer: DBZ/GT…don't own it. Never will, never did. Got it?
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Chapter 1 : Never
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The Prince solemnly paced down the red carpeted hall, he spotted his father at the end and turned quickly to walk away. It was too late, he had been spotted.
"Trunks, may I have a word with you in my chambers?" King Vegeta asked.
"Actually, father I really…"
"NOW." Vegeta bellowed.
Trunks murmured something under his breath as he turned and followed his father into his room. He knew what was coming, and he wasn't happy about it.
The lavender haired boy quietly stepped into his parents' chambers. His mother was scribbling a letter of some sorts at her desk and Vegeta stood, arms folded, in front of Trunks.
"Ah, Trunks." The Chikyuu woman raised her head from her work and smiled gracefully at her son. One had to wonder how his father and mother got together, in the first place. She was from the Earth and he from Vegetasei. Of course, inter-breeding was common nowadays. Many beings from conquered planets were romanticizing with Saiya-jins, especially those from Earth. It wasn't necessarily an excepted thing, that is until the then-Prince Vegeta returned with the lovely blue-haired earth woman. No one dared make a remark, unless they had a death wish.
"Your father and I would like to have a word with you." She said as she rose from her seat. The deep-purple gown she was wearing glided across the floor with each small step she took. She motioned for him to sit in a nearby chair. He obeyed.
"Mother, I know what you want to talk to me about and I just don't think…"
"Shut up, brat. You will have found a mate by your 21st birthday. It's Saiya-jin law that the heir to the thrown find a suitable life-partner by this time to secure his position as future king and to supply himself with heirs, as well. You're fooling yourself if you think your going to break a 1,000 or more year old tradition and law just because you supposedly haven't found the right woman yet. Don't even give me that crap." King Vegeta yelled at his son, cutting straight to the point of where this whole conversation was going.
"This is so incredibly ridiculous. You're forcing me to find a mate so soon just because of some idiotic law?" Trunks replied, now upset.
"Now, Trunks, calm down. I'm sure you'll be able to find a suitable young lady to be with you. There's still quite a while before your 21st birthday." Bulma said in a soothing voice.
"Wow, two whole months, Mother? Why didn't you say so sooner?" Trunks mocked sarcastically.
"You will NOT disrespect your mother or my orders. You will have found a mate by your 21st birthday if you wish to someday be king of Vegetasei. Don't argue with me, boy." Vegeta growled.
"What if I'm not able to find anyone?" Trunks asked, knowing it was a foolish question. Women practically hurtled themselves at him every time he set foot out of the palace grounds. He'd have no problem finding a girl. The problem was finding a girl he truly loved.
"Then, your mother and I will be forced to choose someone for you. In fact, I think that's just what we'll do." Vegeta smirked evilly.
Trunks restrained himself from contradicting his father or saying anything more. To do so would result in a slow and painful beating.
Instead, he dismissed himself from the room and returned to his own chambers to think about the whole situation he was forced into.
*Arranging a mate for me? No one's even giving me a choice. What if I don't want to be king of Vegeta-sei? What if I'm not ready to have a mate…someone whom I'm not even going to get the chance to know before she's forced to live with me for the rest of our lives…*
He thought quietly to himself for quiet awhile until he unknowingly dosed off into a restless sleep.
***
After Trunks left, Bulma looked irritably at Vegeta.
"What!?" He screamed at her, feeling uncomfortable under her hateful gaze.
"You're always so mean to him, Vegeta! Honestly, how do expect him to find happiness if you're always ordering him to do things he doesn't want to do?"
"Well, what the hell do you expect me to do?! He must have a mate by his 21st birthday to be eligible to take over the throne. Don't bitch at me, I didn't make the rules." Vegeta stated.
"But is arranging a mate for him really necessary? Think of the consequences!"
"What consequences? There's nothing to it. We find a suitable woman for Trunks, they screw, produce some brats of their own, and before you know it the thrown of Vegeta-sei is secure once again. Easy as pie."
"But what of the girl's feelings? And her family…what if they don't wish for their daughter to marry our son?"
"Do you realize how foolish you sound?! What girl in their right mind wouldn't want to marry a PRINCE?"
"But still…what about love?"
"No buts. I'm the king and what I say goes, they'd have no choice. That's FINAL!" Vegeta stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him. "Besides," She heard him shout from down the hall. "They'll LEARN to love each other."
Bulma sat on the bed and blew some stray hair out of eyes. "We'll see…"
***
Weeks had passed and things settled down to as normal as they could get around the palace. Vegeta hadn't said a word about marriage in so long, Trunks had started to wonder what exactly he was scheming…
But, of course, there was nothing he could do but wait, and so that's exactly what he did.
***
"Let me go you bastards!" The young woman screamed as the Saiya-jin guards tightened their grip on her arms. "LET GO OF ME!" She screamed into one of the guards' ears, temporarily deafening him as he released her arm to hold his ringing ears. A kick to the groin of the other guard loosened her other arm as she ran for the door.
"And where do you think you're going?" A figure appeared in front of her, blocking her only way to freedom.
"Anywhere but here…" The girl growled as she powered up and directed a punch towards the figures head.
"Hmm…is that how you treat your king and future father-in-law, girl?" He hissed in her face.
She gasped at first, but retaliated with a snide remark.
"I'd rather die then be related to you!" She yelled in his face.
"I can arrange that, if you'd like!" He smirked as he threw her under his arm like a sack of potatoes and carried her off to her new room.
When they reached the room, he threw her on the floor.
"Now listen hear…girl."
"My name's Son Pan." She replied angrily to the king.
"Whatever. Now, you're going to be the wife of my son, whether you like it or not. Your father made the arrangement with me to have you betrothed to the prince, and that's exactly what's going to happen. You should feel lucky, you've been chosen out of hundreds of young women." He smirked at her and turned his back to leave.
"Oh, and one more thing." He grinned evilly over his shoulder. "Remember, you're strong, just not strong enough. Escape is futile." With that, King Vegeta slammed the door to her room and left the girl to drown in her own pool of misery.
***
She remained curled up in a ball on the floor for what seemed like hours. But, soon she was disturbed by a few slave women that entered her room.
"Come on, girl." An old woman beckoned her to get up. "We must get you primped up for the prince, now. Come on…" She nagged softly.
Pan pushed her hair back from her face and stood up, towering over the small woman.
"I'll do no such thing…" She said.
"Oh, yes you will. You don't want the handsome prince looking at you in your rags, now do you?" The woman grinned a smile short a few teeth.
Pan glanced at her attire. She had black warm-up pants and a tattered tank top on. She did look a mess. But, before she could refuse, she was being dragged away by the servants.
They stripped her of her clothes and threw her in a tub full of bubbly warm water and soon started proceeding to scrub her skin until it almost felt numb. They poured in sweet smelling lotions on her long black hair and fragrant oils to soften her skin. She had to admit that the water and special treatment did feel good, but when she remembered why she was here it made her head hurt with anxiety.
She was soon removed from the tub, smelling like a flower. After she was a dried, beautiful garments of rich purples and transparent whites were wrapped around her toned body. She protested through it all, not being used to such clothes. The women simply ignored her and continued on with their task. After she was beautifully dressed, they placed one long gold cuff on her right arm followed by two large gold earrings. They gave her a nice pair of sandals for her feet while the older woman brushed out her long black hair. When she finish brushing, she took a gold comb, and twisted it in her hair. With that, the women left her to herself again, in the room alone.
Pan stood up and shuffled to the mirror uncomfortable and depressed. She looked herself over in the glass and couldn't even recognize herself. She made a face of disgust.
*This isn't how a warrior is supposed to dress. How foolish…* She thought as she stumbled to a lounge chair to sit on. Sighing deeply, she began to pity herself once more with the door to her room was again opened.
Two guards barged in and lifted her, not too gently, from her sitting place. They proceeded to take her out the room and down a long path of narrow hallways.
"Where are you taking me?" Pan asked receiving no answer. She got angry and tried to fight her way from their grip, only accomplishing to muss her hair and lose a sandal in the process. The guards paid her no heed, and continued on their journey to wherever they were taking her.
As she continued complaining, they brought her near a set of large doors to someone's room. Entering, they released their grip, turned, and walked out again shutting the doors.
She turned around frustrated, only to be face to face with a pair of cold blue eyes. Caught off guard, she stumbled back loosing her balance. An arm reached out and grabbed her before she tripped. Embarrassed, she shrugged it off and backed up, her back against the doors.
"So, I finally get to meet you." He said.
"W-Who are you?" She asked.
"You've been all everybody's been talking about lately, seems you've caused quite a commotion." He smirked looking her up and down, making her feel even more uncomfortable and she shifted from foot to foot.
"You didn't answer my question…" She said, somewhat quietly, gaining some nerve.
"You don't know who I am, huh? I'm Trunks." He said taking a step closer. "And you're…you're my new mate."
She took a sharp breath of air in, the words he just said sinking in.
*Mate? Me…his mate? How could they just…I don't even know him.*
Tangled thoughts plummeted through her head. Anger. Anger was all she felt now for what they made her do. She never wanted any of this, as glorious as it may seem. She was perfectly happy with the life she had as a simple warrior. She was content. And now they had dragged her into this, forced her to marry some stranger. Yes, she had to admit to herself that he was a fine piece of eye candy, but she hardly knew him. He hardly knew her. And why was she picked? Because of her stupid ancestry and appearance. She was dragged away from everything she would ever know or had known because of her power and looks and because the stupid prince of Vegeta-sei needed a mate. She would never live in her old home again nor be allowed to associate with her loved ones and…and…they never even gave her a choice.
"I don't want to be your mate." She spat, fire flaring in her darkened sapphire eyes as she met the princes' gaze. She melted when she got a good look at him. Silky lavender hair framed his face and crystal blue was the color of his diamond eyes. He was very well built, too…Shrugging off the thoughts, she stood firm again, not wanting to appear weak and trying not to let her eyes wander.
"You think I had a choice in this?" He questioned, obviously offended and angered by her previous remark.
"I don't care if you had a choice in this. I won't be forced into it…" She said, holding back strong emotions.
"You…" He said, temper flaring, "have NO choice. You'll do what you are ordered to do. I must get a woman by my 21st birthday, and if you were the one who was picked to be my mate, then so be it!" He yelled at her, pushing her harshly into the doors with anger.
He released his grip and started to walk into a large room next to the bedchamber. Trunks stopped short, and rested his hand on the wall near him.
"You know," He murmured almost painfully, "You weren't the only one forced into this whole thing…" And with that he quietly entered into the next room and sunk down in a chair with his thoughts while leaving Pan with hers.
Shocked by what he had just done, she sank slowly down the doors and curled into a ball on the floor.
***
So, there she sat. Lonely, heartbroken, and uncomfortable (both emotionally and physically) on the floor of his room.
*Oh gods, these clothes are so annoying…* She thought, tugging at the uncomfortable garments she was forced in to for her meeting with the prince.
Almost dead from boredom, she wandered around the large room. The area she was presently in was a large bedroom adorned with a master bed, a large armoire, a gold-framed glass mirror, and many more beautiful pieces of furniture and art. Connected to the bed room area was a study and living room-type space. A large section of it was filled with books and a desk, as well as a couch, chairs and a fireplace. Some large French doors led out to a balcony. On the couch near the crackling fireplace, Trunks slept, eyebrows knitted in worry. She outwardly loathed his presence, while trying to ignore the annoying pull on her heartstrings she got everytime she looked at him.
Sighing, mostly with self-pity, she glanced over at the armoire. Walking gingerly over to it, she opened one of the large drawers. It was filled with princely shirts and such. She gave a small "hmph" as she shut the drawer and opened one below it, quickly shutting that one too when she saw that it was only filled with underwear. The third drawer she opened was what she was looking for. She pulled out a black spandex tank top and a pair of oversized dark purple jogging pants. Smiling, for the first time all day, she triumphantly shut the door with the help of her hip and walked over to the bed to change into the more comfortable clothes.
***
Trunks woke up from his spot on the couch. Stretching, with hair disheveled, he looked over toward his bed to find a sleeping figure. He figured it was that girl… whatever her name was. He slowly walked towards the bed, not to wake her. Looking down on her sleeping figure, long ebony hair spread amongst the pillows and covers, he thought how easily it would be to "dispose" of her right now. She was defenseless in her sleep, and he would get out of this whole mating thing maybe with only a slight beating from his father. He looked at his hand, and then at her, subconsciously debating on what to do, yet knowing he could never do such a thing. He might be his fathers' son, but he sure didn't have to be as ruthless as him. Sighing, and pushing the thought out of his head, he gave her one last look, just realizing she was now wearing his clothes, and headed to the other side of the large bed. He slipped under the covers and quickly fell asleep again.
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Author's Note: Hopefully, that was a fairly decent first chapter. I have several other chapters yet to post, please review and offer constructive critisism if need be. If you plan to flame me for some reason or another I must warn you that I'm immune. ^^ In other words, flames have no effect on me. Don't waste time typing them. ^.~