The Silver Sea
Because I have been having MAJOR writer's block on The Apple Tree, I have decided to release the prologue of its companion, The Silver Sea, bit earlier than my intentions, but I certainly hope that you will enjoy this story.
I dedicate this story to …S-Cubes ~ For being such a fantastic friend, (and for being a fellow Veggie-torturer ^-^)
Parron ~ For being my Japanese tutor, (and for telling me what Ecchi really means ^^;;)
T/ptears ~ For cheering me up when I'm down right angry, (and for being such a great dancer ^~)
Prologue
The sun shone brightly upon the sea, making every ripple of water shimmer like a drop of jewel. The sea was so clear that one could spot fish swimming in the water, and the water was so clean that it was considered neither green nor blue, but a beautiful shade of silver.
Perhaps that's why it was called the Silver Sea.
On the northern coast of the mystical sea lies the Kingdom of Beijita, a country far more interested in armies and wars than in the agricultural and intellectual areas. Its ruler was a powerful king, sometimes considered a tyrant, his name was Vegeta.
Some say that the only thing keeping him from a greedy and power-hungry ruler was his fair and kind wife, Queen Bulma. She was every bit as lovely as the Greek goddess Aphrodite, her cobalt blue hair flowed down to just below her slender knees, her eyes shone like two gorgeous sapphires. And others say that it was her never-ending beauty that had made King Vegeta notice her, he was quite handsome himself, with his spiky, ebony hair and his stern, yet reassuring onyx eyes. His arms bulged with powerful muscles, and his teeth shone like pearls, no one really knows the story of how they met and how they had fallen in love.
But this story is neither about King Vegeta nor Queen Bulma, it was about their son, Prince Trunks. And also about him realizing what friendship and inner beauty was all really about.
Prince Trunks was the elder of him and his sister, their ages were separated by thirteen years. Since Princess Bra had just turned eleven years of age, Prince Trunks was now twenty-four years old. He was nearing the age when he would wed the next Queen of his kingdom. Which would be no problem at all. He was so handsome that girls often fell to their knees just upon the sight of him, he had inherited his mother's gorgeous looks and his father's stern gaze and handsome smile. His eyes were of a deep ultramarine colour, so deep that one might be lost within them, his hair was soft and silky, it was of a beautiful violet shade, he would often have to brush aside his long bangs from falling upon his face.
The handsome Prince had quite the reputation, fair maidens would do almost everything to dance with him at balls, and he was often seen with his gentle smile on his face and also surrounded by noble ladies. Everyone was certain that he had a bright future and would make an excellent ruler for the kingdom of Beijita.
What nobody knew, was despite his almost perfect social image, Prince Trunks had insecurities, just like every other person. He was so afraid, that people were only judging him by his looks and social image and that they did not see whom he was deep inside that he had shut himself from any emotions that he might have with other people, including even his parents. He was sick and tired of ladies falling at his feet and complying with his every request, all he wanted was one person that understood him and treated him as an equal, and not as some god sent from the great beyond. So he decided to look for his one perfect companion, in hopes that he would find his soul mate someday.
Easier said than done, right?
~*~
"Sire? Perhaps you should like to eat something before your arrival before the Son Empire."
Trunks raised one hand and replied coldly, "No, take it away." He was in no mood for food, how could he? He was traveling to meet his bride, for the first time ever.
"As you wish, sire." The servant headed out of the exquisite royal suite of the large yacht.
Trunks sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was nervous, after all, he was to wed a daughter of King Gohan, of which he had three.
The two princesses who were of his age range were named Zeyi and Seiya. He had not met either of them, and supposedly, he was to choose between them for his future wife.
This was all of his father's plan to align the two countries. And besides, who better to marry than a princess?
Trunks sighed, he had no desire to wed a person that he had never met before, so much for his dream of finding his perfect soul mate. Maybe if he was lucky, one of King Gohan's daughters would turn out to be the perfect match for him, but he highly doubted it. He wished to wed with a woman with an independent soul and a unbreakable spirit, he has never known anyone with such qualities, let alone a snobby princess.
Little did he know how wrong he was, and little did anyone suspect, that his perfect soul mate was, indeed, one of King Gohan's daughters, but not the one whom anyone expected.
As he raised his head, he saw that he was nearing the mainland, nearing the Son Empire, and also nearing his future queen.
~*~
King Gohan stuck out a hand to Prince Trunks, "It's my pleasure to finally meet you, Prince Trunks, I certainly hope that you will have a pleasant stay here, and hopefully, select one of my three daughters to be your bride."
"Two." Queen Videl corrected, "Pan isn't old enough to wed, Prince Trunks will choose between Zeyi and Seiya."
Gohan nodded, "Yes, please have a seat, Prince Trunks, and I shall introduce my daughters to you."
As if upon cue, two ebony-haired beauties stepped out from the hallway, they curtsied before Prince Trunks and Gohan spoke first, "This is my eldest daughter, Zeyi, she is of twenty-two years of age." Gohan geastured towards a blue-eyed beauty.
Zeyi smiled sweetly, "It is my pleasure to meet you, Prince Trunks." Her hair was piled neatly on her head, and her piercing blue eyes seemed to make Trunks nervous.
"Likewise." Trunks smiled back.
Gohan spoke again, "And this is my second eldest daughter, Seiya, she is of nineteen years of age." He geastured to the other princess.
Trunks eyed her carefully, her hair was left down, and she had a gentle smile, her eyes were also blue, but not as piercing as Zeyi's.
As Seiya was about to speak, the large golden door to the main hall burst open, and in ran a small girl, her ebony hair tied in a messy ponytail, her dress torn and ragged, her skin was dirty and muddy, but her dark eyes shone as brightly as the morning sun.
"Dad! Mom! Look what I found!" The little girl called, her hands were cupped, hiding something.
Gohan frowned, "Pan, where have you been? Can't you see we have a guest? And why are you so filthy?"
The small girl started talking really fast, "Well-I-was-with-my-friends-and-we-saw-a-tall-cliff-and-one-of-them-dared-me-to-climb-it-so-I-did-and-look-what-I-found!"
Before either Gohan or Videl could say something, Pan opened her cupped hands, revealing a small baby bald eagle, "So, can I keep him? Can I? Can I? Oh, please, daddy, say yes!"
Videl spoke softly to the small girl, "Panny, you know how your father and I feel about companion animals, this is a palace after all, and I do not think that the little eagle will live."
"Oh, yes it will! I'll take care of it!! Please?? Please??" The small girl pleaded.
Gohan sighed exasperatedly, "Pan, we'll discuss this later, but first, remember your manners and introduce yourself to our guest."
Pan turned and looked at Trunks, as if noticing him for the first time, she giggled, "Your hair is purple!"
Trunks smiled gently and said, "I prefer the term violet, if you don't mind."
Gohan shot his youngest daughter a warning glance, "Pan, what have you learned about your manners?"
Pan sighed and curtsied quickly, "I'm pleased to meet you, my name is Son Pan."
Trunks smiled and stuck out a hand, "Well, I'm pleased to meet you too, my name is Trunks-"
But before he could finish, the small girl cried out, "Trunks! That's a funny name! I'm going to name my eagle that!" But after receiving another stern glance from her father, she added quickly, "That is, if you don't mind, Prince Trunks."
"Of course not, I'm honoured to have a half-dead eagle named after me." Trunks chuckled softly.
"All right! This is awesome! Well, I gotta go and change, bye!" And with that, Pan ran into one of the many rooms to change.
Trunks laughed, "Well, she was certainly different, wasn't she?"
Gohan coughed lightly, "That was my youngest daughter, Pan, she is of nine years old, and a very unique girl."
"Unique indeed ..." Trunks nodded.
"Well, I'll leave you here to meet my daughters, and if you don't mind, I have a meeting to attend, I'm sure my wife will be happy to help you with any problems." Gohan nodded and left.
Videl smiled, "I'm sure there won't be any trouble at all, and I'm also sure that you wouldn't want me interrupting your meeting, so I will excuse myself also."
Trunks nodded and watched as the beautiful, raven-haired, blue-eyed queen left the room. He turned around and put on a fake smile for the two princesses.
~*~
Trunks headed outside to get a breath of fresh air, after nearly two hours of talking, he hasn't decided who he was to wed, Zeyi was more serious and intellectual, she would make a better queen, but Seiya was more amiable and had a sense of humor, she would make a better companion. Trunks sighed and walked over to the lake. As he marveled at the beautiful flowers he did not realize that a certain little girl had jumped at him, making a scary bear face.
"WHOA!" Trunks jumped back, startled.
Pan started laughing and clapped her small hands, "That was hilarious! Hah! You should have seen the look on your face!"
Trunks murmured sarcastically, "Hilarious indeed."
"So? Where are you from?" Pan smiled innocently, as if the previous event had never occurred.
"I am from the kingdom of Beijita, which was named after my great grandfather, he was a truly great ruler and made many wise decisions in his time, one of the reasons why my country is so wealthy and successful is because of his-"
Pan rolled her eyes and yawned, she then stared at Trunks for a moment blankly before running towards him, tapping his arm and yelling, "Tag! You're it!"
Trunks raised an eyebrow at her strange gesture and made no movement, when Pan realized that he was not moving nor chasing her, she sighed and walked back to him, "Hello? I tagged you!! You're suppose to chase me!"
"And the purpose of this exercise would be?" Trunks asked.
Pan rolled her eyes again, "It's for fun!"
Trunks wondered to himself, he had heard that word before, but he had never understood the meaning of it. Pan sighed, "What's wrong with you? I tagged you!!! Don't you know how to play tag?"
When he didn't respond, the little girl sighed again, she walked closer to him and tapped his arm again, "Now I'm suppose to run and you're suppose to chase me!"
"What happens when I catch up to you?" Trunks asked.
"Not that you will, because I'm
really fast." Pan bragged, "But you're supposed to tag me also, and then I
chase you!"
"When does this activity cease?"
"Whenever we get tired of playing, I guess." Pan shrugged, "Are you going to play or not?"
Trunks sighed, it wasn't like he had anything better to do, "Fine."
Pan clapped her hands again, "Awesome! Okay! Tag! You're it!" She started running and Trunks rolled his eyes and caught up with her in three seconds, he tapped her shoulder gently.
"There, are you satisfied?"
Pan yelled angrily, "No fair! You cheated!"
"I most certainly did not!" Trunks yelled back.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Not! Not! Not!"
"Too-too-too!" Pan yelled.
Trunks smirked, "You sound either like a locomotive or a parakeet, I can't decide which right now."
Pan yelled in frustration and gave the Prince a push, and Trunks was so surprised at the little girl's strength that he fell into the lake. Pan gasped and then fell onto the ground, bursting with uncontrollable laughter.
Trunks surfaced and shook his head, large wet drops of water flying everywhere, he muttered, "Little brat." And reached over to the laughing girl and threw her in the lake also.
When she didn't surface, Trunks was worried that she didn't know how to swim. And as he swam around the lake, looking for her, she suddenly jumped out of the water and landed on his back, "Got you!!"
Trunks turned around and sighed a breath of relief, "Thank goodness, your father would've never forgiven me if something had happened to-"
Pan sighed, "You sure talk a lot."
"I do not!"
Pan sighed again and grabbed a handful of his violet hair, and shoved his head underwater, causing him to cough and choke, when she let go, she started laughing again.
Trunks glared at the small girl, "That is it ..." He held her by her ankles and dipped her in and out of the water, all the main while mock laughing, "How do you like that, Pan?"
When Pan struggled out of his grasp she yelled, "No fair! You're really mean!"
"Then our feelings are neutral." Trunks replied. "Perhaps if you had treated me with dignity and respect, I could've returned the favour, but you did not attempt nor show any signs of-"
Pan moaned, "Here you go again, blabbering off with your big words. People from your country must be very talkable or something."
"Talkative, you mean." Trunks
corrected, "And they most certainly are not."
"Whatever." Pan rolled her eyes, "Wait! I got a good idea! Water fight!"
Before Trunks could respond, the little girl splashed her arms in and out of the crystal clear water, allowing water to hit the Prince right in the face. Trunks ducked underwater and muttered, for the second time in five minutes, "Little brat."
He decided to fight fire with fire, or in this case, water, so he started splashing her also, except with his powerful arms, water splashed up and down like a small waterfall, and as Pan wailed and complained, he scooped up a handful of water and dumped it all on her head.
"Eeeek! You jerk! That was no way to treat a lady!" Pan yelled.
Trunks smirked, "Well, I don't see a lady around, do you?"
"Why you!" Pan screamed and got out of the water. Trunks wondered what her little mind was up to, and he gulped when he saw her come back with a bottle-like contraption.
She aimed it at his head and held down a little handle, water shot out of the hole at the front of the strange contraption, and Pan aimed the now concentrated water force at Trunks' face, "Hah! How do you like my super-duper-ultra-mega water shooter? It's my own invention!"
As Trunks wiped water off of his forehead he muttered, "Very clever ... brat."
"I heard that!" Pan yelled, "Time to switch my super-duper-ultra-mega water shooter to quadruple mode!" More water came out of her invention and Trunks started coughing because the water was hitting him straight in the face.
"Hey! If you were smart! You'd duck underwater!" Pan yelled while still aiming carefully at his head.
"Nonsense! A real man never backs down from a challenge! Bring it on!" Trunks laughed.
"Well! Let's see if you can handle this!" Pan reached in to her pocket for a small, balloon like ball, she tossed it at him, and it exploded with water as it hit his head.
"THAT'S FREEZING COLD!!" Trunks screamed.
"Of course it is, that was one of my super-duper-mega-deluxe water balloons! Another one of my inventions!" Pan laughed deviously as if she ruled the world.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the garden, "Pan! What are you doing?"
Pan quickly threw her super-duper-ultra-mega water shooter in the lake, "Nothing, Seiya! I'm just talking nicely with the Prince of his great grandpa's land! Right?"
Trunks glared at her while wiping the remains of her water balloon off of his forehead. Pan's elder sister came over to her and scolded her for mistreating the prince. Pan pretended to gag at her sister's tirade and Trunks couldn't help but chuckle, for a little girl, she had quite the attitude.
"Prince Trunks! I'm very sorry for my younger sibling's rude behaviour." Seiya called out and nudged Pan's shoulder.
Pan sighed and muttered quietly, "Alright then, I guess I'm sorry also."
Trunks spat out some water and jumped out of the lake.
"Hey! You're all wet!" Pan laughed.
Trunks rolled his eyes, "Well, after being pushed rudely into a lake and after being attacked by strange inventions of a nine-year-old, one would naturally assume that he would be drenched with freezing cold water."
"You don't make much sense, ya know." Pan frowned.
"Depending on your perspective, you might add, after all, you don't make much sense to me either." Trunks countered, "And for a princess, you sure don't act like one, after all, what kind of princess attacks a prince with water filled weapons?"
Pan swung her ponytail back and smiled proudly, "I do!"
Seiya shot a stern look to her younger sister, "You're soaking wet! Go and change!"
Pan stuck her tongue out at Trunks and ran into the palace.
Seiya sighed softly, "I am so sorry, Prince Trunks, although she can be avid and rowdy sometimes, she has a kind heart and a gentle soul, and I think that's what matters most, please come with me, I will have one of the servants lead you to your room to change your clothing."
Trunks nodded and remembered that he was to stay a week at the Son Kingdom to make his decision . . .
Only a week to choose his bride . . .
~*~
"Now, Prince Trunks, I'm concerned with the lack of time you and my daughters will have to get to know each other." Gohan started, "I would rather you not make a hasty decision in marriage, after all, one week is much too short to make such an important step in your life."
It was after dinner, Gohan and Trunks were discussing his marriage in Gohan's study room, King Vegeta had insisted that Trunks hurry and pick his bride before the wars against Frieza began, but King Gohan hesitated, saying that he'd rather let Trunks get to know his bride longer than a week.
Gohan continued, "If your father is worrying about our country's alliance in battle, he needn't, I have agreed to join forces with him for the war against Frieza. You are welcome in my country to visit my daughters, but I must make sure that she is truly happy before we make any hasty decisions."
Trunks nodded, all the better for him, he didn't want to get married so soon anyways, if it weren't for his father he wouldn't even be looking for a bride. He didn't really care if he wed or not.
As Gohan started to talk again, Pan ran into the room, all the meanwhile screaming, "Daddy! Daddy! I wanna go outside to play but Zeyi won't let me!!"
Gohan sighed, "Pan, what have I told you about your manners? And are you out of your mind? It's dark out!"
"But Timmy said he found a really neat rock today!" Pan whined, "And I wanna go see!"
Gohan narrowed his eyes, "Timmy? He's one of those village boys, isn't he? Oh Pan, why can't you associate with people more like you, there are other royals that you could spend your time with."
Pan moaned, "But daddy, they're all stuck-up and snobby, none of them like me, all they wanna do is sip tea and recite poetry, that's boring!"
Trunks smiled at the young girl's interpretation of royals, but Gohan didn't seem to find the remark the least bit amusing, "Pan, this is for the last time, you may not associate with peasants, look how your behaviour is, you were born as a princess, you will also follow all the rules of a princess."
"But, daddy . . ." Pan sniffed.
"No buts, you know better than that. Starting tomorrow, I do not want you to go out of the palace grounds."
Pan looked up nervously, "So . . . can I still go out tonight?"
"NO!!"
~*~
Trunks sighed and walked down the hallway towards the room in which he would be staying in for the next week. It has been a long day, and there would be more long days to come, in fact, perhaps every day for the rest of his life would be long, one never know. Maybe he would die tomorrow, or maybe he'd-
"Hiya!" A voice chirped.
Trunks smiled at Pan, "Hello, isn't it past your curfew now?"
Pan scrunched up her nose, "Yes, but I wanted to see Trunks."
Trunks raised an eyebrow and Pan added, "The eagle."
"Aaahhhh, how is it?" Trunks asked.
"Come and see!" Pan smiled and walked back into her room, Trunks had always learned that it was rude to enter a lady's room, but since Pan wasn't a lady, it shouldn't really matter.
Her room was . . . certainly different, instead of the usual pink and white wallpaper that little girls' rooms usually contained, the walls were blue, the carpet was green, and there was a huge rainbow painted on the ceiling, as Trunks glanced around, he did not see any signs of a dollhouse, or any dresses, or any other toys that a girl might have for that matter.
There was a lot of things like leaves, flowers, and seashells, scattered all over the room, and one corner of the room looked like a building area, there was large bottles full of strange substances, and inventions of all sorts.
"Well? Are you coming or not?"
Trunks stopped staring at the strange supplies and replied, "Oh, of course."
He followed her into another room, and she held the tiny box that contained the baby eagle, "See? I made a little feeder for it. Since it can't eat on it's own."
Trunks smiled as Pan started to feed the little eagle through a sort of tube-like thing, for a girl, she sure was smart.
"Do you wanna try?" She suddenly asked.
"Sure." Trunks didn't want to be rude, so he took the tube thingy from Pan and, following her example, fed the baby eagle some kind of strange substance, that no doubt, Pan had made. The room was silent, as Pan watched him feed the eagle, and Trunks felt a sudden feeling of security, and serenity.
Well, that is, until Pan interrupted, "Wanna try one of my drinks?"
"Excuse me?" Trunks asked.
Pan sighed and ran out of the room, returning quickly with a large bottle filled with a rich, brown substance, "See? I made it! Here! Try it!"
She got a glass off of a nearby shelf, and poured the drink into it, "I haven't tried it yet, but maybe you could be my test subject?"
Trunks didn't know what to say, he didn't want to be poisoned, but it was impolite to ignore a little girl's offer, "Well, I-I am-"
"Unless you're scared."
"Of course not," Trunks smirked, "Hand it over."
Pan passed him a glass and watched him sniff the drink with impatience, "Are you going to try it or not?"
Trunks sighed, and thought to himself, no pain, no gain, right? So he took a deep breath, and poured the whole glassful in his mouth, as soon as the dark liquid reached his tongue, he could feel a burning sensation. It was almost delicious! Somehow, it tasted like chocolate, yet had a spicy taste to it. He was almost sad to see that he had gulped the stuff so quick, he would've liked to last longer.
"So? How is it?" Pan asked, "What's it like?"
"It's very good, what's it made of?" Trunks asked.
Pan beamed, "Really? It's good? Wow! None of my parents or my sisters wanted to try the drink! Wait until I tell them! Oh, it's made of hot chocolate, and coffee, and a bit of garlic powder."
Trunks nodded, and Pan quickly ran out of the room, to return with an armful of different drinks, "Wow! You must try all of my drinks! I finally have a test subject!"
Trunks didn't know if he wanted to try all those 'drinks' that Pan had made, some of them didn't look quite as tasty as the first one.
"Okay, here's what you do." Pan got
out a piece of paper and a pen, "You drink some, and tell me what you think it
lacks, and how it tastes."
"Hey, why don't you try your own drinks?" Trunks asked, "Then you can write
down what you think."
Pan rolled her eyes, "It doesn't work that way, and I'm not stupid. I don't
wanna try all of these drinks. Not all are as good as the first one."
Trunks gulped and wondered why he was going through with all this.
Pan smiled and handed him a large green bottle, Trunks took a deep breath, and drank, the drink had a milky and fruity taste to it, and was very, very cold.
"That drink is made of various fruits, and milk, what do you think?"
"It's very good, but maybe you could put a bit less milk and more fruit."
"Oh! Good idea!" Pan jotted down notes furiously on her piece of paper.
So that's how the night passed, Pan made Trunks test all of her inventions, and he gave her his honest opinions about each of them.
They were almost all good, there were only the occasional few that wasn't as appetizing and delicious . . .
~*~
The early morning breeze made the trees sway gently, and Trunks gazed down into the lake at his own reflection, smoothing his bangs.
"Hey! Narcissus! What's up?" Pan called, cheerfully as she hopped into the garden.
"What did you just call me?" Trunks asked, still paying attention to his hair.
"Wow." Pan gazed at his reflection, "I never realized that someone could be this ugly!"
Trunks scowled at her, "That wasn't nice, and why did you call me Narcissus?"
"Well, he was the guy who fell in love with his own face, you kinda seem like the type." Pan said.
Trunks raised an eyebrow, "You're very peculiar, and don't you think about pushing me into the lake again!"
Pan giggled slightly, "I wasn't gonna, so? Are you going to marry one of my sisters?"
Trunks smiled, "I don't know, Pan, nothing's certain in life, there are ups and there are downs, but when there aren't are certainties, we all have to wait to read the next page of the great book of life. The pages are magical, we can't flip to the next one without reading the first one thoroughly."
Pan yawned and stretched, "I guess that means no, aw shucks, I was looking forward to having a brother."
"That's right, isn't it?" Trunks laughed, "If I marry one of your sisters, then I will be your brother!"
"Uh-huh, and then you can have water fights with me, and test my inventions all the time!" Pan yelled happily.
"Sure ... that sounds excellent." Trunks sighed, wondering what chaos his future-little sister might bring.
"Yup!" Pan must've been tired of talking, because she stood up and yelled, "Tag! You're it!"
Trunks stood up and stretched his muscular arms, "Alright, then, this time I'll prove that I wasn't cheating!"
So that's how the rest of the week passed, and before he knew it, it was time for him to leave. He had settled for Seiya over Zeyi, since he wanted a companion that would at least entertain him a little.
Gohan approved ... reluctantly, since all fathers value their daughters very much, and he was to return every year to visit them, and hopefully, get married within three years.
On the day of his departure, Pan presented him with a shiny rock, he smiled at her gesture and she smiled back.
"Thank you, Pan."
"Uh-huh, I didn't want it anyways."
Trunks knew it was her special way of saying you're welcome, since he had nothing to give in return, he unclasped a chain that he had around his wrist and handed it to her, she was certainly happy, since she waved frantically and called to the leaving ship, "Bye-bye, brother! Hurry back!"
But he did not hurry back, a few months after his return to the kingdom of Beijita, the wars against Frieza began, and six years went by as quick as a flash, they were long and hard, since the rebellions were quite numerous, but with the Son Empire's assistance in battle, they finally conquered the rebels and went back to their peaceful lives.
During the six years, prince Trunks had suffered long and difficult times, including being close to death. Yet he had grown, his muscles shown even more now, and his spirit was unbreakable. During the six years, he had also inherited his father's pride , and was determined to keep his country wealthy and prosperous.
Although he could not remember the face of his bride-to-be anymore, he was sure that she had grown much more beautiful and caring. Things might have changed, but probably for the better.
So as he stood there, staring out onto The Silver Sea on his yacht, he realized that Pan must've grown also.
She was sixteen now, a young woman. He chuckled to himself, he still had that rock that she gave him, in fact, he sort of missed her. He wondered how much she'd changed.
Oh, if only he knew, she had changed, and it was to his liking.
So when his father had announced that there was to be no further delay for the wedding, Trunks had set off, once again, to the Son Kingdom, he was to stay there, until he was married. Trunks made a mental note to himself to just get married and get the whole thing over with, he didn't expect to stay at the Son Kingdom for more than a month, after all, he had a country to assist to.
What he didn't know, was that the one thing that would hold him back, was his future-bride's sister. Son Pan.
His arrival in the Son Kingdom had certainly lifted his father's burdens, there was soon to be a heir. He would have a son, and a wife.
But was everything that simple? Like he had once said, life was unpredictable. And it certainly was, for he did not predict the sight he was to see in the Son Palace.
End of Prologue
So? How was that? I think this story has POTENTIAL!!! I have been planning it for a while now, I was going to release it when Apple Tree was completed, but from the looks of it, it won't be for a while, now.
Please, reviews and comments of any sort would be greatly appreciated.
-Juunanagou4ever
