Disclaimer: My real name is not Akira and that's all you need to know.

Claimer: Reini, Calico, Arctic and Shiva.^_^


I awake. Cold again, what else is new? I remember when I first came to this hell hole, I was to afraid to rest due to the fear of being crushed in my sleep. Now I the only time I sleep is a few hours at a time. Since my special training began a few years ago, I was awaken very early before anyone was called for lessons. If I was lucky they would beat me until I blacked out and I could rest in the chamber. But still my body and mind are weary.

I learned to choke down the food they give us. I only eat because I have to not because I want to. I remember someone, a woman, making food but it was always over done. I would give anything to taste that now. Taste...humph...do I even have that sense anymore? Yes, the taste of blood every time I fight for my life.

The dim light pierces into my shared room with Calico and Reini. Man, those guys are the best. Ha, Rein-chan, for a girl she can fight pretty good. She's just as tough as any guy here but one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. During the pass time between lessons, she would help me with my required languages. I now know over 40 different languages including Nekonese, Namekian, Iceian, and my home language Saiya-go. She also taught me to use some of my ki towards my psychic energy. I don't use it often but I know it'll be useful in the future.

And then there's Cali-kun. He's like a big brother to me and is my best friend. He's so cool and very strong willed. He has also shown me some things like a technique called, ki funodenka. It's very awesome. It allows me to lower my ki to the highest of negative ten and lets me to go undetected by scouters or anything else.

I make it up to the gravity chamber and throw down my weighted cape in the corner. A few commoners pick it up and quickly move out of the way. Neo Prince Trunks is my title around here now. I don't mind anymore. At first it felt weird, recognizing my royal bloodlines but then I got use to it. One thing I never did was to let my power go to my head. I never really gave anyone orders or destroyed the first person that looked at me sideways, I would just grunt and carry on.

I go inside of the chamber and the gravity is cranked to 3. I'm slightly used to it by now and I power up and crouch down into a fighting position. Here they come. I jump out of the way of Arctic's kick and elbow him in the back just as Shiva appears next to me. I block with my forearm but is caught off guard in the ribs. I slide back a few feet.

"Is that all you got?" I choke slightly.

They smirk and phase out of sight. I track their ki and block their attacks before they land. They find an opening in my defense and expose it. They corner me forcefully and plummet my chest and stomach. Snap. I can feel some of my bones shifting into my lungs and I start to cough up blood. They stop and tell the guards to come get me. Is that it?

"No!" I slap the guard's hand away and get up taking in ragged breaths. I'm tired of this continuous chain of games they play with me. I summon all of my strength left. I feel myself getting closer to some but what? I can feel it coming from deep within. Is it power? Yes, this ends now...

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Something snaps inside of me and I'm engulfed in blue lighting bolts. The tuffs controlled in my ponytail become a few inches longer down my back and I immediately feel lighter and full of energy. I did it, I reached the next level. All those years of healing over only made me stronger. A cocky smirk breaks into my features as I look at the slight fear in the demonic duos eyes. The guards motion to the door and turn the gravity back up. Now I am ready to dish some revenge.

Adrenaline racing, I crouch down for a second and phase out of sight. My speed has increased dramatically. I knee Arctic in the stomach before he could react and kicks him up to the ceiling. I phase behind Shiva and dig my gloved fingers into his neck. I grin evilly and run up the walls of the gravity room, dragging the Icejin up the wall with me. I stop and back hand him to the ground.

I hover for a moment, sensing Arctic approach. I quickly kick him in the face before his fit connects. He grabs his nose as the blood drips to the floor and closes his eyes in pain. His eyes snaps open to see me in mid- air, ready to unleash the fury. He's frozen in fear. Yes, the tables have turned, bastard.

"YAH!"

My golden tipped boot connects with bone, which is crushed under the pressure. He crashes down to the bottom of the GR room, leaving a medium sized crater next to his brothers'. I land down to the floor and walk over the 'mess' to the exit. I show mercy, even though they are not worthy of it, and don't destroy them. They didn't do it when I was down so I return the favor.

"Door. Now." I say through the glass window.

I step out and re-tie my cape.

"Behind you sir!" A guard calls out.

I already hear the pitter-patter of feet charging and anticipate my move. I turn and palm hand Shiva in the chest, stopping his heart. He crumples to the ground as Arctic uses his last bit of energy in a ki blast. I extend my palm and yell, "BIG BANG ATTACK!" The light blue energy over powers his miniscule blast and turning him and the GR room into a big explosion.

All that is left is a gapping void leading out into a now barren field, dug up from the impact. The technicians scramble to close off the hole before the blizzard blows in. I hoped it wouldn't come to this but the saiyajin in me craved it. But still, I knew it was either them or me and I'd me damned if I die on this rock. I power down and go to the medical wing to repair my injuries. Afterward I will go and face Frieza.

~*~*~

The rain pours down heavy on the endless field of death. The tombstones all look the same except for one that read, "Here lays Trunks Vegeta Briefs". It seemed to stand out more than anything. Today, Trunks would have been thirteen. Every day since that fateful night six years ago, it hasn't been the same. No more playful laughter filled the house in the afternoons, while no light snoring filled his room at night. The entire mansion seemed lifeless.

When Bulma heard, she fell into a deep mode of depression. She refused to eat, sleep or talk to anyone. After a while she began to come back to her senses but not completely. She most focused on her work and on his birthdays she would cry all day. When Vegeta first heard the news of Trunks' death, he couldn't believe it. How or why did some just take him away and kill him? It didn't make any sense. Instead of crying he took action and searched the galaxy for Trunks, missing his son's funeral. After a few years of fruitless efforts, Vegeta returned to a not so welcome home.

~*~*~

"Vegeta, you have some damn nerve showing your face here!" Bulma hissed hotly. "Where the hell have you been!?!"

"I was looking for the boy! It was better than being around here doing nothing but endless crying with those weaklings."

"Weak!? Crying isn't weak! They were mourning the lose of a dear friend, our son! You weren't even at his funeral, you heartless, good for nothing bastard! Did you even feel anything for him! "

"What kind of question is that!?!"

"Well did you!?! You were never really there and you treated him like shit so excuse me if I couldn't tell!"

"Of course I did! I loved the brat, ok! Damn! I would have done anything for him! I know this is my fault! I have been tormented enough by dreams of his demise ever since then and I don't need to be reminded of it by a bitch like you!"

"Bitch!?! Get the fuck out!!" Bulma screeched and threw a glass vase at Vegeta, who easily dodged it. "Don't ever show your face around here again! I! Hate! You!!"

A long pause filled the air. Sure, Bulma said she hated him all the time but this time it was different. She REALLY meant it.

"What!?! Can't handle the truth!! Well so long, prince! You like being alone so, you're gonna stay alone!!"

He blazed out off of the balcony with incredible speed, reaching a desolated mountain. Having lost everything he had left, he was filled with an unbelievable anger. It burned to the very core of his being. After all of his efforts to change his ways, the prince had failed once again. Was this some kind of sick joke the kai's were playing on him? No, it was his own doing.

The earth rumbled and shook as the skies mysteriously darkened in a mass of black and gray clouds. The ground split, mountains crumbled to dust, waves crashed violently miles away, reflecting the chaos the dwell within him. It all had become a frightening reality. Trunks was dead, Bulma hated his guts and he was powerless to stop it.

"WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHYYYYYY !?!?!?!?!?!?!"

A big blaze of light filled the area as Vegeta was transformed. There he stood with long golden tuffs of hair that flowed to the back of his knees, no eyebrows, engulfed with a new power. He had reached the level of Super Saiyajin 3 for the first time.

~*~*~

But the power he contained back then was useless now. He couldn't have used that power to make his life right once more. Now he stood in front of his only son's grave. The rain making his usually flamed up hair lay flat and soaking his training armor and skin.

"Trunks, forgive me that I wasn't there for you. Kakarot and Bulma was right, this was my fault. I promised the day you were born that I would protect you and make you the strongest there ever was, besides me of course. It may seem like I didn't care but I did. Now it's too late for me to tell you that...you have made me proud and I did love you. I just hope you don't hate me like your mother."

One warm tear rolled down his chiseled face but the rain made it blend so that it didn't seem like it.

"Oh Veggie-chan..."

It was Bulma, standing under an umbrella with a hand full of white roses.

"What are you doing here ?"

"I came to put these up for Trunks' birthday and to talk to him. Seems like you came to do the same, ne ?" Bulma said low voice and put the flowers on the grave. "Were you crying ?"

"....The prince of saiyajins does not...cry."

Bulma couldn't help but chuckle. Him and his pride but she knew better than that. "Vegeta, that was very sweet. I'm sure that Trunks didn't hate you, he idolized you. And...I don't hate you either. "

"Bulma, I didn't mean to leave you and Trunks..."

"There is no need to say anything because I already now exactly what your going to say. I forgive you alright, just come home with me."

"Fine but don't go around telling everyone about this."

"My lips are sealed, jerk."