AN: Nope, this isn't gonna be a romance. Sorry, folks. Thanks to everyone that reviewed, I was getting a bit worried there. Oh, and bonus points to anyone who can figure out the relevance to the girl's name. This is an AU, folks, and one possibility to how Trunks might act growing up how he did, so no "Trunks-kun is OOC, you horrid person" comments, please?
"Can't someone give me a challenge? Or do I have to put each and every last one of you in mortal danger in the hopes that your power might double? Maybe if I blast one of you, the others might grow enough balls to put up a fight!" Standing in the training hall, Trunks glanced into each of his sparring partners' faces. The six still standing were drenched in sweat and blood, with mucus beginning to congeal over some of the worse wounds. A doctor was tending to those who had fallen long ago, working feverishly to save those who were slipping in and out of the afterlife. Sharply exhaling in disgust, Trunks turned and strode out of the room, not even bothering to shower. After all, he hadn't even broken a sweat.
There has got to be something. Something to rile my son enough to make the transition to Super Saiyan. Watching from the upper rafters, Vegeta alternately marveled and grew angry at the power of his son. So young, and already his power level is so strong. I honestly think his power surpasses that of a Super Saiyan, yet he hasn't made the transition. Damn it, he needs to do it! My son will surpass everyone that has come before. But he doesn't care about anything. Standing up, and giving a look of disdain upon the carnage, Vegeta floated down to the guards that had been sparring Trunks, and punched the nearest one into the far wall. "If I ever see you beaten this badly again by someone who is not even a Super Saiyan, I will kill you myself. It's not as if I need guards to protect me." Leaving the room, he pressed the call button to signal for more medics to arrive.
Walking towards his room, Trunks happened to catch the eye of a new sentry, a very eager upstart, and ready to do anything to please those in charge. " Your Highness! Prince Trunks! Can I be of service to you, sir?"
"You can walk alongside me, to deflect the conversation of passing idiots. Is that alright?"
"Uhh, yes sir."
After a minute or so, a young girl happened to accidentally walk across the hall, and cause Trunks to stop and change his course. Reacting swiftly, the guard grabbed the girl, and turned to his Prince. "Should I demolish her for daring to block your way, sire?" As the girl's eyes widened in shock, Trunks chuckled under his breath.
"No, let her down. There is no need to kill off a perfectly useful woman that can be used to propagate the planet, now is there? Put her down. Girl, what is your name?"
"But sire, it was a deliberate act! She meant to stop you."
"Well, is that true, girl?"
The girl looked up at the Prince, defiance first flashing over her face, and then settling down to compliance.
"No, Your Highness. I was not paying attention to my surroundings. Forgive me, my Prince."
"What is your name, girl?"
"Kameko, sire."
"Very well, Kameko. I believe that you stopped me deliberately." A flash of surprise washed over Kameko's face as the Prince showed no signs of forgiveness. "So, I have no reason to spare you. But, I am looking for a challenge. I will spar you tomorrow for your freedom. Defeat me, and you shall be free, no repercussions. However, if I win…" Trunks drew near to her ear and dropped his voice to a whisper. "I shall enjoy testing my most powerful blast on your carcass."
With the guard long gone, Kameko looked around for a way out, or someone that could help her. Finding none, she nodded her head in agreement, and stumbled off numbly home. Trunks, however, continued on as if nothing had happened. No conflict appeared in either his head or showed on his face. The only thought he possessed was the hope for a good fight from someone other than his father.
Back at her house, Kameko jumped up and shouted for joy at her cleverness. "I will win!"