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Planet Vegeta was very quite the day that young prince Trunks got a letter from an old rival saying exactly this: Dear Saiyan Prince, Your father has neglected to read previous letters from us calling him into battle to finish off this bothersome dispute between our two planets. I am King Anlok the proud ruler of all the Anooraks. It is time to finish this, Tell your father that he is to join you in this battle. Bring 50 of your men to back you up and we will finish this once and for all. You Saiyans will see how strong us Anooraks are. You have 3 days to respond to our demands if not we will pay a visit to your planet instead. Sincerely, King Anlok
The young prince held the letter closely to his chest as he walked proudly down the corridor and to the left, his cape flapping behind him. He barged into the kings room and descended quickly down to one knee while hitting his chest with his fist he looked up to see his father in a heated dispute with one of the foot soldiers. His father looked him in the eyes and nodded. The young prince stood tall and walked over to where his father stood. "Looks like we have a problem dad." He handed his father the letter from King Anlok and stood waiting for his father's response. The prince was as proud as he was handsome. He stood straight and his shoulders arched back a bit showing his chest, this was the stand of a proud warrior with nobility on their shoulders which was exactly what Trunks was. He grew out his lavender hair and had it tied in the back but had two long strands in front, he liked it best that way. He pushed a few of the strands back behind his ear then folded his arms across his chest gleaming down at the spineless foot solider. In his eyes showed his power one look from him and his enemies cowered behind in fear. The strands fell in front of his eyes again and he flipped them back. He looked up to see his father staring at him anger flared in his eyes. "This is ridiculous!" He crumbled the paper in his hands and set it a flame; the young prince winced then straightened out again. "What do you suggest we do then father?" He sneered at the ashes of the letter, "Nothing, let them come, I have never bowed downed to anyone's demands before and I don't plan to start now!" Trunks sighed at his father's stubbornness "Not to be rude dad but don't you think that this has gone on long enough?" "Do not start with me kid, I made my decision, now go you have paper work to do." Trunks' hand formed into a tight fist, "That was the paperwork." "Then find something else to do, we are not doing that battle." "Dad I don't understand the point! Let's just go and be done with it already!" "Don't tell me what to do boy!" "Your being stubborn again, it's all about you! When can I have a say I am prince, or do you try to forget that." The room fell silent as Vegeta collected his thoughts together to reply to his outspoken son. "Trunks do not push me." "Dad I have done nothing but as you tell me to do but enough is enough I want you to realize that I am not the gawky irresponsible teenager that I was when I first came to this planet. I would like to have a say in this matter! And I say that we fight them defeat them then come home victorious. I know my men can do it I had picked each and everyone of them and they are as strong as ever now, not to mention with your soldiers to back us up we're undefeatable, now.what do you say, Vegeta." Vegeta walked over to his son and stared him dead in the eyes looking at him in the most serious of ways. "You better be right boy.tell Nataku to round 25 of my men and 25 of yours.we'll leave immediately." Trunks couldn't hide the happiness that shone from his eyes, "I won't let you down dad." "You certainly have better not, I'm wasting valuable training time on those ridiculous felines." Trunks smiled at his father then bowed down at him then hightailed it out of their. He raced over to Nataku and informed him of the battle arrangements. "Your father loves do to this to me, give me a battle to get everyone to in less than a second, I think he enjoys watching me sweat." The young prince laughed and patted his ol friends back, "You certainly have your work cut out for you Nataku." "Thanks Trunks, oh do me a favor wake up Nikita I'm sure you want her in this battle." The young prince smiled at his friend as his cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. He turned and let his cape fall down behind him. He reached the young saiyans fighters quarters and tapped lightly on the door. "Go away Trunks!" The prince laughed out loud to himself lightly as he opened the door and stepped in. "Well aren't we in the shiniest of moods." "Trunks do not start with me today I'm tired and I just got back from a battle." "Well what luck you have another one right now." The saiyan warrior dug her head into her pillow and complained. The young prince sat at her side and placed a concerned hand on her back she leapt up out of her pillow with a yelp. "Trunks!!" The prince took his hand away from her back swiftly and looked at her with alarmed eyes. "Nikita your hurt." "It's nothing Trunks.really I'm fine." She put her hand under her shirt and to her side where a noticeable amount of blood was pouring from it. "You didn't go to the regeneration tanks again did you Nikita!" Trunks was angry with her and he stood up abruptly showing his status to her. Her eyes fell to the floor and she gripped at her side that ached in pain. "It's just a scratch, barely even noticeable." His eyes reprimanded her and showed her his disapproval. "That's it I've had it with you Nikita! Do you honestly want to get your self killed? Do you not care if you die?" She stood up slowly and was a bit wobbly, "No Trunks I don't care if I died, I could die right now and it would make no difference to me and it's not like anyone would care so why are you getting so hysterical." Trunks rose his arm up to the side of his face as if he was about to strike Nikita but he couldn't bring himself to. She turned her face to the side expecting the blow but when none came she looked to see Trunks and tears formed in his heartbroken eyes. "Trunks." "Nikita.you stupid woman, don't you know that I would be devastated if you died right now." He walked over to her and grabbed her shoulders gently. "You mean more to me than all the galaxies in this universe, I'd give my life to save yours, as long as I knew that you went on living that would be enough for me. So please don't ever say that again Nikita, it just.hurts too much. Nikita.I love you!" She looked at him confused and unable to say anything, she opened her mouth to speak but the words just could not find their way out. He shook his head at her and a small smile crept onto his lips. "No.don't say a word." He pulled her into his chest and gave her a small but sweet kiss on the lips, a tear fell from her eye and the first time in her life she actually felt emotion. After he broke the kiss he just stood there staring at her tenderly caressing her shoulders. "Trunks." "Hm." he said in a small almost inaudible purr. "Not to break the mood here.but don't we have that battle?" Trunks' eyes shot open, "Kuso! I almost forgot, here." He lifted up her shirt to just even so he could see her wound. He peeled off the strip then placed a patch on her side. "That should heal it and close the opening." She looked at him and meekly nodded. "Come on then let's go." He started towards the door then looked back behind him, "Oh and not now when ever you're ready, I'd like for a response to what I said to you Nikita.but take your time.I'll meet you on the ship." With that the gallant young prince opened the door and slipped out.
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Planet Vegeta was very quite the day that young prince Trunks got a letter from an old rival saying exactly this: Dear Saiyan Prince, Your father has neglected to read previous letters from us calling him into battle to finish off this bothersome dispute between our two planets. I am King Anlok the proud ruler of all the Anooraks. It is time to finish this, Tell your father that he is to join you in this battle. Bring 50 of your men to back you up and we will finish this once and for all. You Saiyans will see how strong us Anooraks are. You have 3 days to respond to our demands if not we will pay a visit to your planet instead. Sincerely, King Anlok
The young prince held the letter closely to his chest as he walked proudly down the corridor and to the left, his cape flapping behind him. He barged into the kings room and descended quickly down to one knee while hitting his chest with his fist he looked up to see his father in a heated dispute with one of the foot soldiers. His father looked him in the eyes and nodded. The young prince stood tall and walked over to where his father stood. "Looks like we have a problem dad." He handed his father the letter from King Anlok and stood waiting for his father's response. The prince was as proud as he was handsome. He stood straight and his shoulders arched back a bit showing his chest, this was the stand of a proud warrior with nobility on their shoulders which was exactly what Trunks was. He grew out his lavender hair and had it tied in the back but had two long strands in front, he liked it best that way. He pushed a few of the strands back behind his ear then folded his arms across his chest gleaming down at the spineless foot solider. In his eyes showed his power one look from him and his enemies cowered behind in fear. The strands fell in front of his eyes again and he flipped them back. He looked up to see his father staring at him anger flared in his eyes. "This is ridiculous!" He crumbled the paper in his hands and set it a flame; the young prince winced then straightened out again. "What do you suggest we do then father?" He sneered at the ashes of the letter, "Nothing, let them come, I have never bowed downed to anyone's demands before and I don't plan to start now!" Trunks sighed at his father's stubbornness "Not to be rude dad but don't you think that this has gone on long enough?" "Do not start with me kid, I made my decision, now go you have paper work to do." Trunks' hand formed into a tight fist, "That was the paperwork." "Then find something else to do, we are not doing that battle." "Dad I don't understand the point! Let's just go and be done with it already!" "Don't tell me what to do boy!" "Your being stubborn again, it's all about you! When can I have a say I am prince, or do you try to forget that." The room fell silent as Vegeta collected his thoughts together to reply to his outspoken son. "Trunks do not push me." "Dad I have done nothing but as you tell me to do but enough is enough I want you to realize that I am not the gawky irresponsible teenager that I was when I first came to this planet. I would like to have a say in this matter! And I say that we fight them defeat them then come home victorious. I know my men can do it I had picked each and everyone of them and they are as strong as ever now, not to mention with your soldiers to back us up we're undefeatable, now.what do you say, Vegeta." Vegeta walked over to his son and stared him dead in the eyes looking at him in the most serious of ways. "You better be right boy.tell Nataku to round 25 of my men and 25 of yours.we'll leave immediately." Trunks couldn't hide the happiness that shone from his eyes, "I won't let you down dad." "You certainly have better not, I'm wasting valuable training time on those ridiculous felines." Trunks smiled at his father then bowed down at him then hightailed it out of their. He raced over to Nataku and informed him of the battle arrangements. "Your father loves do to this to me, give me a battle to get everyone to in less than a second, I think he enjoys watching me sweat." The young prince laughed and patted his ol friends back, "You certainly have your work cut out for you Nataku." "Thanks Trunks, oh do me a favor wake up Nikita I'm sure you want her in this battle." The young prince smiled at his friend as his cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. He turned and let his cape fall down behind him. He reached the young saiyans fighters quarters and tapped lightly on the door. "Go away Trunks!" The prince laughed out loud to himself lightly as he opened the door and stepped in. "Well aren't we in the shiniest of moods." "Trunks do not start with me today I'm tired and I just got back from a battle." "Well what luck you have another one right now." The saiyan warrior dug her head into her pillow and complained. The young prince sat at her side and placed a concerned hand on her back she leapt up out of her pillow with a yelp. "Trunks!!" The prince took his hand away from her back swiftly and looked at her with alarmed eyes. "Nikita your hurt." "It's nothing Trunks.really I'm fine." She put her hand under her shirt and to her side where a noticeable amount of blood was pouring from it. "You didn't go to the regeneration tanks again did you Nikita!" Trunks was angry with her and he stood up abruptly showing his status to her. Her eyes fell to the floor and she gripped at her side that ached in pain. "It's just a scratch, barely even noticeable." His eyes reprimanded her and showed her his disapproval. "That's it I've had it with you Nikita! Do you honestly want to get your self killed? Do you not care if you die?" She stood up slowly and was a bit wobbly, "No Trunks I don't care if I died, I could die right now and it would make no difference to me and it's not like anyone would care so why are you getting so hysterical." Trunks rose his arm up to the side of his face as if he was about to strike Nikita but he couldn't bring himself to. She turned her face to the side expecting the blow but when none came she looked to see Trunks and tears formed in his heartbroken eyes. "Trunks." "Nikita.you stupid woman, don't you know that I would be devastated if you died right now." He walked over to her and grabbed her shoulders gently. "You mean more to me than all the galaxies in this universe, I'd give my life to save yours, as long as I knew that you went on living that would be enough for me. So please don't ever say that again Nikita, it just.hurts too much. Nikita.I love you!" She looked at him confused and unable to say anything, she opened her mouth to speak but the words just could not find their way out. He shook his head at her and a small smile crept onto his lips. "No.don't say a word." He pulled her into his chest and gave her a small but sweet kiss on the lips, a tear fell from her eye and the first time in her life she actually felt emotion. After he broke the kiss he just stood there staring at her tenderly caressing her shoulders. "Trunks." "Hm." he said in a small almost inaudible purr. "Not to break the mood here.but don't we have that battle?" Trunks' eyes shot open, "Kuso! I almost forgot, here." He lifted up her shirt to just even so he could see her wound. He peeled off the strip then placed a patch on her side. "That should heal it and close the opening." She looked at him and meekly nodded. "Come on then let's go." He started towards the door then looked back behind him, "Oh and not now when ever you're ready, I'd like for a response to what I said to you Nikita.but take your time.I'll meet you on the ship." With that the gallant young prince opened the door and slipped out.
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