BUTTERFLIES
The Tournament
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Dragonball Z. I'm in love with them though.
WARNING: rape suggestions, no descriptions.
Today's quote: "You're young, you're wild… and you have to do homework."
(Anyone who is interested, this was a Loesje-quote. They are from a Dutch site, which has been made international. You can visit it at:
Okay everybody, I don't have any author notes.
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Trunks groaned as he woke up from someone politely knocking his door. Definitely not his dad or Bra. They would've already been inside by now. So he got up and opened it. "Good morning my Prince, I am sorry to disturb you so early, but I came here to deliver the slave that the King has picked for you. And I also came to inform you that breakfast will be in half an hour, if you please so." A Saiyan guard spoke to him, while pushing a trembling girl forwards. Trunks shook his head to clear his thoughts. What was this man saying? "Thank you." He said, and closed the door in the face of the surprised guard. He then turned around to crawl into his bed again, when he saw the girl from before sitting on the floor, looking up at him in fear. He narrowed his eyes, trying to remember what the man had said about this girl. …to deliver the slave that the King has picked for you. Ooh! That was it. This girl was supposed to be his slave. Trunks looked again. She was a little smaller than him, had long red hair, brown eyes and ears the size of Piccolo's, which were slightly covered by her hair. She was dressed up in a black tanktop that left her stomach exposed, and a short red skirt that showed her slender legs. She was barefooted, just as Bulma had been in her 'slave' role, and wore the same sort of silver band around her ankle that Bulma had worn. To be short, she was a beautiful creature. "What's your name?" he softly asked, trying not to scare her more than she already was. "I…my name is Lana." The girl spoke in a soft, melodious voice that was however, filled with fear. Trunks stared at her for a while again. "Is there something that you want to ask?" he suddenly spoke, trying to read her face. "Yes… if I may." She still acted really scared. "Of course! Go ahead and ask." He smiled at her reassuringly. "Do I… do I have to… you know… bed with you, your highness?" Trunks stared at her. So that's her fear!! "Oh… no, of course not!! I'd never 'bed' with a girl if she wouldn't want to!!" he hurried to talk that fear out of her head. "What makes you think that I would?" "I…" the girl looked down at the floor. "All the others did." Trunks' eyes widened. That poor girl! He went over to her, and carefully helped her up, looking deeply into her dark brown eyes. "I won't." She nodded and smiled a little. "Guess I'll go make your bed now, ne?" Trunks smiled at her. "Please."
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Vegeta sat at the breakfast table looking grumpy, because he was waiting for his kids, when Bra came in, to his surprise with that Porti-jin and the brat. He raised an eyebrow "Why did you take that girl with you, Bra?" he asked her. Bra looked at him, her face saying that she didn't understand. "Well, it's breakfast, so we've come to eat breakfast." Vegeta slapped his forehead. "The slaves are not supposed to eat with the Royal Family, Bra. Not even the highest families of Vegeta-sei are allowed to." Bra pouted. "But daddy! She's my friend!!" But Vegeta held his ground. "She cannot. Let her order food and eat in your rooms for all I care. But they're NOT eating with us." Bra sighed. She had been annoying her father the entire evening yesterday, so she couldn't afford being really annoying today. So she just turned to Ysonia. "I'm sorry. Do you mind very much to eat back in our rooms? My dad says no one is allowed to eat with him, me and my bro." Ysonia noticed her uneasiness about the subject, so she cast a brilliant smile at Bra. "Not at all." And she took Bachso over from Bra and went back to their rooms. Vegeta looked at Bra sitting besides him. She was unusually silent. Why wouldn't she just accept the Saiyan culture? He didn't like it when Bra was sad because of him. He wanted his little baby-princess to be happy. So he bowed over to her and whispered in her ear. "She can come with us to the tournament later okay?" Bra smiled at him, and happily nodded, as she gave him a kiss. Trunks came in, looking a bit confused, and they all had breakfast.
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Sanae excitedly ran down the road, yelling to Bardock to hurry. She had put on Radditzu's armor, which didn't fit well at all, but disguised her well enough. She didn't want to cut her hair, so Bardock had given her a bandana of himself (No, not the blood-soaked one above which he swore revenge for his crew. Just another normal one, let's say it's blue). Bardock pulled her backwards. "Brat, if you plan on keeping up the disguise of a young male, you should behave so girlish, just walk slowly, with big steps, scowl and… just behave more like me." Sanae nodded, put a scowl on her face, which caused Bardock to grin at the unusual display, and strode besides him with big steps. "Better." Bardock just said.
They arrived at the booth where they were supposed to sign in about ten minutes before the tournament would start, and signed Sanae up for the third-class matches. The man looked a little weirdly at the sight of such a young boy entering the tournament, but Bardock assured him that 'he' was sixteen, so he just shrugged it off, and let the boy and his father pass.
"Oh Toussan!! I'm so exited!! Bra said to her dad as they sat in their thrones high up in the grandstand. Vegeta smiled, happy that his daughter wasn't sad anymore. He then stood up to announce that the matches could begin. He then motioned for the tournament coordinator to stand up. The man took the sign and with a loud voice announced the first competitors. Vegeta smiled as he saw how both his brats followed the matches with great interest. At least they had some of his genes. Trunks looked down at the fourth match that was played as a young warrior fought with amazing power, then was almost finished off. He suddenly rose. "I grant this warrior life. Do not kill him. You have won the match, though he is not unconscious yet." Vegeta stared at him, but said nothing, the boy should take some own decisions. "Have that warrior put in a tank and brought to the palace." Trunks said to a guard, who nodded, and after a brief look at Vegeta left. "I thought that this warrior had great potential," was all Trunks said. That was enough for Vegeta. The boy should be able to chose his own training partners. Next followed some boring matches, because the difference between the opponents was to large. Finally the announcer shouted. "And now, against our own beloved Fripa, a new opponent, Sandro, son of Bardock." Both Trunks and Bra bowed deeper downwards to see what was happening, as the two competitors walked in. They were both rather young. The first one a slender boy with a blue bandana, and the second one a more muscular built man, who was tall and looked dumb. Trunks also watched the two men standing there intensely, surprised that such a young boy was allowed to enter the tournament (heehee), but also curious as how he would do against the much larger, and seemingly stronger man.
Sanae crouched down into fighting position as the grinning man neared her. He was really the 'I'm big and strong but I don't have any brains'-type. "Don't underestimate me for my size." She warned. That caused him to laugh even harder. Mad with his mocking, she jumped at him. Fripa was actually surprised with her speed, as well was Trunks. Sanae gracefully jumped around and dodged all of his punches and kicks, occasionally landing some of her own. Fripa got mad, twisting around, loosing his balance and landing on his butt. "You stupid brat!! Hold still!!" he growled as he got dizzy by the young boy spinning around him, disappearing and reappearing somewhere else, punching him and kicking him, while he couldn't even land one hit. Finally he fell to the ground, too dizzy to get up. Sanae laughed evilly as she raised her hands above her head, preparing a blast to finish the idiot off, when just at that moment the man lost consciousness and the match was over.
Grumbling about the missed occasion she walked out of the arena, going back to the dressing rooms where her father stood waiting for her. Bardock quickly pulled her towards him and snarled at her. "Sanae!! There is a strand of hair hanging from your bandana! How long has that been so? Do you think they noticed? Oh, you stupid brat!!" Sanae growled back at him as she quickly put the strand of hair back under her bandana. "Toussan! How should I know! Now let me go!" Bardock grunted again. "No! We are going home right now. This is getting too risky, especially now the King and the Prince are here."
He grabbed Sanae's arm a little tighter and turned around, almost bumping into the Prince. He quickly dropped to the ground, pulling the girl with him. "Ouji-sama…" Trunks smirked as he motioned for them to get up. "Is there something I should know, Bardock?" he asked sweetly. Bardock shook his head, a little too quickly. "No, no. Nothing at all, my Prince." Trunks' smirk was still in place, he looked like a splitting image of his father. "…This is getting too risky, especially now the King and the Prince are here." He mimicked. "I think there is something you wanna tell me. Or will you tell me?" he suddenly turned to Sanae, pulling her away from her father, earning a yelp. "You shriek like a girl, boy." He smirked. And then suddenly, he put two and two together, the girlish yelp, the strand of soft, black hair that had fallen out of the bandana again, the slender body of the boy… or should he say girl. "You are no boy!" he yelled, as he pulled the bandana off her head, allowing the long, black hair to fall down her shoulders. Bardock cringed. That was it. They were dead now. He looked up in surprise as the expected blast didn't come. The prince was still staring at his daughter, who now looked really scared at him. Trunks just grunted. "You come to the palace with me right now." Bardock summoned his courage to speak up. "Please…" Trunks looked at him and snarled, now really getting into his father's role, but his words proved that he was still Trunks. "You go home. I will do her no harm. She will come home tomorrow. Now leave." Bardock nodded and stood up, and after pinching his daughters hand lightly, left for home, fear for his daughter in his heart, for who would believe that the Royal family, who were known to be ruthless, wouldn't hurt her?
Sanae looked up at Trunks, wondering what would happen next. He grabbed her hand, and pulled her up to where the King and the Princess still sat. "Toussan, may I be excused? I have discovered something interesting, and would like to take it to the palace to investigate it." he pulled Sanae out in front of Vegeta, who frowned. She immediately dropped to the floor. "Is this the boy that fought just ago, brat?" she heard the King ask his son. "Yes father. She seems to be a girl however, and I want to have a private talk with her about this." Bra understood this wrong. "Well, Trunks, it seems that this sudden position of Prince is really acting out on you isn't it? You're growing into Toussans cocky stature, but then in a hentai way." This earned her an angry glare from both her father and her brother. Sanae chuckled, and then paled when she realized what the Princess meant. But luckily Trunks wasn't up to that. "When I say talk, I mean talk bitch!! Don't call me a hentai!!" Vegeta was also angry. "Don't talk to me like that, brat!! One more word and you're grounded for the next month!" Bra put her hands up in defense. "Okay, okay, chill it out!! I just understood my dear bro wrong. Relax!!" Both Vegeta and Trunks calmed down a little at that, though not totally. Then Trunks pulled Sanae off the ground and without another word stalked out, taking her with him.
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"Lana, could you please call for some drinks?" Trunks asked his servant girl. Lana had become really much happier after she noticed that Trunks was really a rather nice guy. She nodded. "Of course, Ouji-sama. Just wait a sec." and she walked off to go get the drinks. Trunks pushed Sanae down into a chair, and sat onto the couch himself. "You do realize that, had you been discovered by my father or my grandfather, you would've been dead by now." He said sternly. It was amazing how much of the Saiyan laws and society he had learned the day before. "This was a contest only for male warriors and you entered it anyways. Even in disguise!! Your father must've known that that was not allowed. Maybe I should have him taught a lesson in obeying rules." Trunks was surprised at his own behavior. There, in front of him sat a scared little girl, about the age of his sister that had just beaten a man that was three times larger than she was! Though Trunks had great admirance for the courage and strength of this girl, here he was, behaving like his father would, threatening her by threatening her father, just to see her reaction. The bowed head of the girl immediately shot up, eyes wide with fear. "No. No, please don't, Ouji-sama!! I'd do anything!! This was all my idea and my fault anyways!!" Trunks was disgusted at himself as he smugly drank in the fear of the girl. Suddenly her posture changed. She crossed her eyes and looked more determined. "Do whatever you want, I don't care. I just think you should check on the fire in the hall." Trunks chuckled. "Do you really think such an old trick would work on me?" Sanae said nothing, but just smirked. Then Trunks smelt it. There really was a fire. Quickly he ran towards the other room to put it out. Sanae softly thanked her strong psychic powers in letting him believe he smelt it, turned around and jumped out of the window. Trunks entered the room, and was surprised that there was no fire in there. He sniffed the air and smelt nothing anymore. "That bitch!! She tricked me, I don't know how, but the little wench tricked me!!" He quickly ran back in, to find her gone, and Lana standing in the middle of the room, looking slightly dazed. "Where did she go?" Trunks asked the girl, shaking her to get her out of her daze. "I.. she just stormed past me, jumped out of the window and blasted off." Lana answered, shaking her head to rid it of the daze. Trunks growled as he hit his head. He was about to jump out of the window to go after her, when his father came in, and, paying no attention to Trunks' protests, pulled him out of the room, off to his classes.
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Words could not describe Bardocks joy as he saw his daughter flying back into the house. "Sanae!!" he tried very hard to stay cool, but didn't manage as he pulled her into a hug. "You're okay!!" She hugged him back. "Yeah, I'm fine, Toussan." He then looked her up and down. "He didn't hurt you?" She smirked a little, thinking back at her trick. "No…" He raised an eyebrow. "What are you smirking about?" she shook her head. "Nuthin'. Can I go to my room?" "Yeah… sure." And she went upstairs, leaving a very confused Bardock behind, who frowned. "Now what's wrong with her?" She pulled a trick on the Prince to get out. He gasped. "Are…are you sure? How did she dare that?" She has a lot of guts.... "What do I do?" Nothing. Leave it be. Actually the Prince will most likely send someone to order her to come back. Soon… His mate was interrupted by a knock on the door. Bardock went to answer it. "Are you Bardock?" "Yes." "Then I have a message for you. The Prince wants your daughter sent to the palace tomorrow." Bardock nodded, and closed the door again, when the Royal guard had left. Told you… This may work out even sooner than I thought… "Huh? What do you mean, work out?" Oh, you'll notice. You just go think of a way to get her to the palace tomorrow, cause she will most likely refuse to go. "Why?" Oh, you know her stubborn personality even better than I do "Yeah, you're right. That'll be a hard time." Oh poor you.. "Hmmm..." He then felt a soft giggle and a caress and his mate was gone. "…I just hope she will be okay."
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AAH this is a fucking place to end a chapter, I feel like nothing really happened. So there will be another little part.
Bra laid in her bed staring at the ceiling. A whole day had gone by and she hadn't even had a chance to talk to Ysonia about what her life had been like. Well, that would be for tomorrow. Bra turned around, and was about to fall asleep, when she suddenly heard her door open softly. Immediately she tensed up, acting like she was asleep, but ready for an attack any time. She heard this person walk over to her bed, and stop in front of her face, apparently looking down at her.
"I know you're awake," a soft male voice suddenly sounded. "I saw you at the tournament today, and… I just couldn't get you out of my head, and I risked my life to sneak in here…" it was silent for a while. "The least you could do to repay me for doing all this trouble getting past the guards is look at me." Bra slowly opened her eyes, almost afraid at what she would see*. In front of her stood a young man, supposedly a year or two older than she. He had unruly brown hair, which was short cut, though not too short, it was really messy. He had ebony-brown eyes, and because he wore the normal Saiyan armor with shoulder pads, and the skintight blue bodysuit with it, she could see how muscled he was. He also had a cute little moustache on his upper lip. He looked curiously down at her, hoping for some positive response. Bra sat up, leaning her head on one arm, as she sat down cross-legged ontop of her bed, looking at this guy. "Well, this certainly is the most original thing a guy did for me. What is your name?" she finally said. "My name is Milanco. I am a second class warrior, and I live on the island Loshijka. I am the son of the leader of the tribe over there. Today I was at the tournament, though I didn't fight in it. And I saw you sitting there, and… I just had to see you again. But now I'm here, talking with you I…" Bra looked up at him expectantly. Then he suddenly bowed down at her, put an arm around her neck and kissed her. Damn he's a good kisser! Way better than any of my dates back on Earth Bra thought as she put her arms around his neck and passionately kissed him back. The kiss lasted long, both trying to hold the moment as long as possible. When they finally untangled, gasping for breath, Milanco suddenly smirked. "Well, that was it. You can have me taken away now. Kissing the Princess is a mortal sin." Bra grinned evilly. "Oh, but the princess is nowhere near done with you, Milanco." She said, as she pulled him towards her again into another soultearing kiss.
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The next morning, when Bra woke up, she looked around and thought that it was all just a dream, but she sniffed and smiled when her keen Saiyan senses picked up his scent. It had not been a dream. But after that second kiss he had left, because she could hear her father come near. After a quick promise that they would see each other again, he had jumped out of the window and flown off to the guesthouse he was staying at. Her father had entered, and sniffed around the air, then eyed her suspiciously. But he had said nothing about it, and had just told her to get up early the next day to go to her classes in Saiyago. Bra had nodded, given him a little kiss, after which he had licked his lips and frowned again but ignored it once more, and she had gone to sleep.
She smiled again as she started to dress. She had still three hours till breakfast, but she didn't feel like sleeping anymore, so she jumped into a pair of jeans and then jumped out again to wear a white skirt. A blue shirt with long sleeves finished the outfit. She just let her hair down and after considering what to do she hurried to her brothers room to go wake him as well.
* I have a little pic of Milanco, though not in anime-style, drawn by a friend of mine, which I can send to anyone who wants to. Just send me an e-mail, or write in your review that you want it, then I'll send it to you.
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So. This is the real end of the second chapter. I feel MUCH better with this ending. *smiles happily* HAHA!! I made Trunks meet a beautiful, sweet girl, and he didn't fall in love with her!! Yes, that is possible. Trunks can hang out with beautiful, young, nice girls without starting a romance with them!! And don't you think Milanco is too cute? I'm really happy about this chapter. There will be some Trunks/Sanae(Pan) in time, but they first have to work out their misunderstanding, and that takes time. Love takes time, except for Bra and Milanco's, but that is only passion for now, not love…yet. Oh, and I know that everyone is OOC, but see Vegeta's OOC-ness as Bulma's doing, and further keep in mind that I don't know Bra, Trunks and Pan that well. I've never seen them on the series (we're only in the Cell Games) and my only character info is from fics and music-vids. So I know Trunks is really a nice, emotional guy, but I had to make him a little mean, cause I wanted to create a problem. Dunno about Bra and Pan (hint: any true character-descriptions anyone?). Oh well, this is my fic, so the characters behave like I want them to. MWAHAHAHA!! Oh, and my offer for sending the chaps a day early is still open… if you review nicely. - Marlyne
