Summary: This story takes place on Planet Vegeta, if Planet Earth coincided and melded with Planet Vegeta. The Son family protects the south while the Royal family keeps to the palace within the cities.
Trunks, the only Saiyan prince, arched a brow at the young women dancing before him and for a moment his face flickered as a young woman caught his eye. She walked through the girls, whose faces were well-lit with lustful smiles and inviting eyes. They laughed and some hummed but all were dancing before the men. Dragging their attention away from the heavy air of battles. His eyes took in their gleaming smiles. They seemed to shine with laughter, wooing anyone that would look upon them. It was only one woman that truly caught his attention though. She made her way through the women of the court. His eyes tilted up to her face and found her lips to be curled in a cruel smile. She was fair skinned and dark-eyed. He watched as her curved hips swayed and her breasts bounce. Her body revealed skin that any man might beg to touch. He found her skirts to be hiked up onto one side of her hips and their many layers seemed to beckon to be peeled away layer by layer. His eyes trailed back up to hers and again, he saw they didn't match the scene before him. They were harsh and dark. A deep black, blacker than the deepest parts of the night skies. They hid a secret she wouldn't dare whisper. She entranced him. He rose to touch her until he was stopped. The double doors to the vast room tore open and the music paused, the dancers' and guests' eyes fell upon their Saiyan king. They watched his wide eyes search and
Trunks saw them fall upon the woman. All bowed quickly and he was quick to rush over to the woman before Trunks. One hand curled around his face and pressed his son back while the other whipped a vice like grip around her upper arm. Her brow arched and she bent into a low bow, her arm never slipping from his harsh grasp. Vegeta ignored her formality and boomed, "I will have this one!"
The men and women around him began laughing before cheering to their king as he rushed the young woman away. Trunks watched his father go and was now more curious than a cat. Whether had him punished or not, he was going after them. He slipped outside and into the cool spring air. He listened closely as his father's harsh words echoed throughout the halls of the palace. "You dare subject yourself to such perversion?!" he growled. Her mouth finally opened and he was surprised at the tone of voice that erupted past her lips. "Have I finally been given your attention now?" she demanded. "You are an ambassador, not a palace girl," he retorted. She chortled at him. "And yet you refuse an audience with me. It is not until I play the act of a whore that catches your attention. You forced my hand to stoop low."
Was she a lover of his father's? No. He stated she was an ambassador. "You sent guards to protect us when they are unneeded. All they want is food, spirits, and women. None work in the fields we have cultivated for your city. These are your men, not ours." Vegeta's eyes widened before he ripped away her headdress and peeled his cape from himself. He pointed. "Cover yourself and get home," he ordered. Trunks' eyes watched in awe as her headdress had pinned long raven hair that billowed about her until landing softly at her waist. She said, "Will you accept an audience?" She pressed her king for an answer before finally he relented and rubbed his eyes. "Yes." She bowed and murmured, "My King."
She tucked herself into his cape, wrapping as if it were a fashionable sari. She took up the headdress and tore its scarf from its clips. She went to turn until Vegeta said, "Are you done hiding?" She looked at him in confusion as she wrapped her head and pulled a cover about her mouth. Her eyes widened at the sight of the prince and she bowed.
"Ah my son. You're sneaking around again?" Vegeta teased.
"Who is she?" He watched a nerve tick in her face when she rose from her bow. Her eyes were hard like they had been before and he smiled at her. Vegeta waved a hand. "Go home." Her lips pursed behind her make shift mask and she whipped around before bouncing off into the night. Vegeta turned and finally said, "Son Pan. A woman not to be taken lightly."
Trunks walked out to the main hall and saw his mother and father standing quietly, speaking to one another. He called to them. "Father?" They turned and looked at him. "You wanted to see me?" he asked as he came closer to them. His father wasn't shy of being blunt. "You are to be married before your coronation to become king," Bulma announced. Trunks' eyes went wide with sudden shock. "B-But that's only a few months away!" he exclaimed. "If you cannot do so, your father will remain on the throne until he's a century old. You know Saiyans don't start aging till they're 80! You'll be physically ancient as well," Bulma added. Trunks shook his head. "First you practically sell off my sister and now you're forcing me into a marriage as well?" He shook his head. "I refuse." Vegeta chuckled. "Your refusal won't stop your wife." Trunks shook his head. Until Vegeta said, "We've already sent runners across the lands to invite the upper class women to receive news of your engagement."
"So you'll pick my wife?" he asked softly. "There is not a woman worthy of my-"
"We have chosen a wife for you," Vegeta said. "Though you'll have a choice in which woman." Trunks eyes widened once more. Bulma said, "You have no choice in this matter. You'll marry." He gawked at her before his jaw snapped shut to bite back the cruel words he wished to say. His tail flicked with annoyance and Vegeta arched a brow. Trunks decided them he would sabotage himself. He didn't wish to be king anytime soon no matter what he looked like as he aged.
His father switched the conversation. "As you know, from the night before, I have business to discuss with Son Pan. We shall take a small holiday in the south before the candidates arrive," he said. "They'll arrive from all over the planet and nearby galaxies. I expect you to come with me on my visit to the Southern territories," he announced. "We leave tonight," he said firmly.