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an: I know I should get to work on my other fics, but this one popped into my head...I love Trunks! He's so awesome. He and Goten are my fav, characters. And Bulma and Vegeta are my favorite romance characters. Anyway, this is an Au! Vegetasei is still alive and well. The people who are humans in dbz are humans in this fic, and whoever is a saiyan or part saiyan in dbz is still part saiyan in this. Marron, Pan, and Bra's age differ from in the dbz version by a couple or few years or whatever. I felt like having it this way. Anyway, read and tell me what you think. Thanx! ^_^
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The pounding in Trunks' head seemed to go on forever. He groaned and rolled over sunconsiously and ended up slamming onto the cold, hard floor. He let out a small cry of pain before he brought his shoulders and head up to see what he had rolled off of. It was a small bed, and when he looked around Trunks saw he was in a cell, along with the steel bars that prevented him from escape. He saw no one was watching him, and he noticed a collar around his neck. Trunks moved his head to the side to get the stiffness out of his neck, but the collar made it uncomfortable. Trunks ignored the headache and tried tearing it off. Realizing it was futile, he stood up.
Trunks held his head as he stood up and groaned. He wasn't exactly feeling his best; the young demi-saiyajin was hungry, sore, and his head hurt. Trunks walked to the steel bars and raised an eyebrow. No steel could keep him in! He took his hands and put them on the bars, trying to stretch them out, but the steel seemed heavy, very heavy. The bars weren't at all like the ones in Earth jails; these were much much stronger. He didn't want his energy to be felt, but he wanted to escape. So he tried powering up just a little just enough to move the heavy bars; however, instead of feeling his warm ki, he felt a large shock go to his head, and then spread throughout his whole being. It felt worse than four lightning bolts striking him!
The nine year old screamed in surprise and pain as the pain went through him. He felt on the verge of passing out, but Trunks didn't want to give in; he was stubborn, much like his own parents. He fell to the cold ground and curled up. Trunks wanted to hold back the tears; he didn't want to be weak, but the unwanted, salty tears flowed down his cheeks. He shakily stood up then staggered, and fell on his bed. Trunks closed his eyes tight, and prayed somebody would get him out of this place.
*FLASHBACK*
"Take this!" Trunks yelled, sending a large ki blast to Goten.
Goten's eyes widened, but he wasn't quick enough to dodge the large blast since he had just been kicked down by his friend, and it hit him full force. Goten yelled in pain as the blast sent him through several large mountains and other land forms. Trunks stared wide-eyed; he had thought Goten was faster, but maybe Trunks himself had underestimated himself and overestimated Goten. He didn't know he had sent the blast that hard. And by the look on Goten's face it looked as if he was in a lot of pain, and by the speed he was going it didn't look like he would stop any time too soon. Trunks charged up to Super Saiyan and flew after Goten. He sped up faster and his golden aura blasted higher.
"GOTEN!" Trunks yelled in worry.
The nine year old quickly went to the back of Goten and tried stopping him. He pumped up his ki higher and slowed Goten down. He took the impacts of two other large hills and a large rock on his back. He closed his eyes tight through this, but opened them when they both stopped. He looked worriedly at Goten. Goten's eyes were a quarter open and he looked on the verge of unconsiousness; he was bleeding severely.
"I'm sorry," Trunks apologized. "We have to get back to the palace."
Trunks picked Goten up and sped towards the palace at high speed in Super Saiyan. He stopped at the med bay and quickly put him into a rejuvenation tank. Trunks finished pressing the buttons and sighed in relief and got out of Super Saiyan. Goten would be fine. It would take a half an hour for him to heal. It wasn't as bad as he thought. He sat down and watched Goten's figure in the tank; Goten had boxers on.
"Boy," a warning voice said behind him.
Trunks gulped and turned around. "Uh, yeah, dad?"
"Didn't I tell you to get here nearly TWO HOURS AGO?!" Vegeta said.
"Well, there's not exactly a watch in the middle of no where," Trunks mumbled.
Behind Vegeta his mom entered.
"Calm down, Vegeta. Just a mistake. And what did you do to Goten?" Bulma asked, her voice sharpened.
"I didn't mean to...I thought he was faster, but I guess I threw the blast too hard," Trunks said. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean it, mom, really."
"Just try not to let it happen again," Bulma sighed.
"Yes, ma'am."
Vegeta and Bulma left the room.
"You're too easy on the brat," Vegeta said. "He's a saiyan Prince. He's not to be pampered."
"I'm just looking after him," Bulma said. "You're too harsh on him. So I think it balances out."
Meanwhile, Trunks sat and sighed. His eyes began to get drowzy and he yawned. He fell asleep.
"Trunksy! Wake up, Trunksy!" a child's voice woke him.
He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Trunks opened his eyes.
"Oh, hey Pan," Trunks smiled. Pan was Goten's brother's daughter, which made her Goten's neice. She was five years younger than him; four years old. (Trunks is nine, Goten is eight) He thought she was a cute kid, with a lot of spunk.
"What did you do to Goten?" Pan asked, looking accusingly at him, but with a playful tone too.
"I accidently beat him up harder than I thought," Trunks said.
"How longer until he gets out?" Pan asked.
"Right now," Trunks said, just before the tank beeped.
The fluid in the tank drained and it opened. Goten got out and shook his unruly hair, just as spiky as Goku's. Water sprayed onto the two of them and they laughed.
"Hiya Goten!" Pan said, jumping on him and knocking him over.
"Hey, Panny," Goten grinned.
"Are you okay?" Trunks asked. "I didn't mean to, I just...well. I guess I thought you'd be able to handle it."
Goten scratched his head. "I guess I've been slacking off lately. Maybe I should turn Super Saiyan next time."
"*Goten* slacking off?" Trunks raised an eyebrow.
Goten shrugged and mumbled something.
"Where's Marron and Bra, Pan?" Trunks asked curiously. Marron and Pan were the same age, and Bra was a year younger than them, and Trunks' sister. The three were hardly ever seen without the other.
"Oh crud! I forgot we're playing hide n' seek," Pan ran out of the room. "Bye guys!"
"Prince Trunks!" a soldier suddenly came into the room. "Urgent news. Your father, King Vegeta, would like to see you in his chambers. Alone."
"There? Why there?" Trunks asked, confused.
"I'm not sure, sire," the man bowed and walked away.
"I wanna come," Goten said.
"Well, you could come with me until the door or something," Trunks said.
"Okay!" Goten said brightly.
They raced down the hallways, laughing and playing tag as they went. They were a third of the way there when Goten stopped, and Trunks did the same. The cause: Goten's dad, who looked exactly like Goten, but adult form. He grinned and waved at them.
"Hey Mr. Son!" Trunks said.
"Hi daddy!" Goten exclaimed happily.
"You can call me Goku, Prince Trunks, 'cause it makes me seem old to be called Mr.. And hey, kiddo," Goku said, rubbing Goten's spiky mane with affection.
"Well, you can call me Trunks," Trunks said, grinning. Goku usually did anyway. The Sons were big friends with the royalty family, and so were Krillen's family which consisted of Marron, Krillen of course, and 18. And Yamcha was friends with Goku, Queen Bulma's ex-boyfriend, and Puar and Oolong were usually with him. Actually, not much Oolong. Oolong just came and went as he pleased.
"See-ya later!" they both said, running off and continueing their game.
When they did arrive in front of his parent's room Goten stopped and they both looked uneasily at the door as if they didn't trust this, but they both didn't admit it.
"I'll wait out here," Goten said.
"'m kay," Trunks nodded.
Trunks opened the door to the room and quietly walked in. He flicked on the lights and looked around paranoid-ingly. Nothing jumped at him and he sighed in relief.
"Dad? Dad? Are you here?" Trunks called.
The door opened and he narrowed his eyes. Instead of his father, Bulma came in.
"Hey, mom! Does dad want to talk to you, too?" Trunks asked.
"That's what the person said, but I don't know..." Bulma frowned and looked around uneasily.
"Mom, I don't think we should be in here," Trunks suddenly said.
Bulma went to the handle and tried to open it, but it was locked. "Uh, son, it's locked."
There was a slight pause and eeriness seemed to fill the room. Trunks walked over to his mom and stood closely next to her for comfort. She set a reassuring hand on his soldier.
"Nice to see you here, Prince Trunks, and Queen Bulma," a voice said, making them jump, but they didn't see anybody.
"Who's there?" Trunks asked bravely, glaring. "Show yourself or are you too afraid?"
"Afraid? You wish, kid," the figure laughed.
"What is that?" Bulma shrieked as something flew across the room.
Before Trunks could react it went around his neck and a horrible pain spread throughout his body. He fell to the ground on all fours. He gasped for breath when it stopped.
"Trunks? Are you okay?" Bulma whispered as she knelt down and comforted him.
Trunks looked up and saw the source of the voice.
"Frieza?!" Bulma said. "B-But your dead!"
"No, no," the alien said. "I am his brother, Lord Cooler."
Cooler was much taller than his brother, with armor on, and blue skin. He didn't look a whole lot like Frieza, but one must never be too sure.
"What did you do to Trunks!? Take it off of him! You're hurting him!" Bulma demanded, yelling to emphasize her point.
"That's the point, woman," Cooler said.
Trunks got up. "You're messing with the wrong Prince!"
Trunks clenched his fists and started powering up, but as soon as it raised even one point pain started to come, and he stopped and screamed. Bulma growled and started powering up. Bulma wasn't saiyan, she was an earthling, but she had been taught how to fight since she had been young and she would not let this...this monster hurt her son! She charged at him, but he only dissapeared. She looked around the room and saw him holding Trunks by the collar of his gi shirt.
"Let him go!" Bulma yelled, her aura making things break in the room and sending objects flying. Bulma was nothing compared to Cooler, but she was really strong - especially for a human.
Trunks kept consiousness; his willpower was too strong to pass out.
"Don't hurt my mom," Trunks growled quietly.
Cooler didn't reply; he just punched Trunks painfully in the stomach, and the young Prince fell into a pit of darkness. Cooler then went to Bulma and did the same.
Meanwhile, outside, Goten had waited nearly an hour for Trunks. He had even fallen asleep standing up! He then frowned when he didn't sense Trunks' energy signature in there. Goten put his ear to the door and listened. Silence. He opened the door and peered in, and saw the room had everything scattered around, but there was nobody in there.
"Trunks?"
*END FLASHBACK*
Trunks woke up from his sleep and yawned. He sat up and realized he had cried himself to sleep. He didn't think he was on Vegetasei anymore. And where was his mom? Was she okay? A small, almost-undetected noise jolted him out of his thoughts and he saw a soldier looking at him and opened his cell.
"Lord Cooler would like to see you. Follow me," the man ordered in a rather austrailian accent.
Trunks hesitantly followed and realized he had no other choice.
He was led through the ship, and he looked around. Some of them stared at him as he passed and he glared at them. He didn't like it here one bit.
"What's your name?" Trunks asked.
"Zarbon. Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"Then why did you ask?"
"I felt like it."
"Hmph."
"So," Trunks went on, "what is this thing around my neck?"
"It's called a ki collar. It limits how much power someone can use, if any at all. It still allows you to get stronger, but you wouldn't know how strong you really were unless you powered up to your max," Zarbon replied, staring foreward and sending just one small glance at him as he said this.
"Hey, my dad told me about a guy named Zarbon once...he said he worked for Frieza," Trunks said.
"I'm his twin," Zarbon answered.
Zarbon didn't seem too open, but Trunks didn't mind. At least he was answering his questions.
"What is Cooler going to do to me?" Trunks asked quietly.
"It's not my place to say, kid," Zarbon replied.
They stopped at a large door and the guards surrounding it let them in when they saw Zarbon. Trunks reluctantly went into the room. Zarbon bowed, but Trunks only crossed his arms defiantly. Trunks suddenly noticed his mom was standing next to Frieza's throne with a pissed-off look on her face. She smiled weakly when she saw Trunks.
"Just as you requested, sire," Zarbon said. Trunks noticed the faint, nearly unnoticeable, sarcastic tone in his voice. Cooler didn't seem to notice at all.
"Good job, Zarbon. You may leave," Cooler said. Zarbon nodded and left.
Trunks didn't say anything to Cooler. His mind shouted things to say, but it wouldn't be wise to anger the enemy when you don't have the advantage.
"You're wondering why you're here?" Cooler seemed to state more than ask. Trunks didn't reply. "I suppose you know that it was you who killed my brother. Actually, if you want to be exact, a *future* you. But you all the same. And you also killed my father." He said this with absolute hate.
"Of course I know," Trunks said. His dad had told him about that. "So? What do you want of me?"
"At first I wanted to kill you and your pathetic race, but another thought came to mind. If I controlled a Super Saiyan I would gain ultimate power. Especially one as strong as you. So, you're more valuable alive than dead. I honestly couldn't care about my brother because he was so weak, but he is family, along with my father."
"You can't control me!" Trunks yelled.
Cooler only smirked. "That's why I kidnapped her."
Cooler dragged Bulma in front of her and she put her eyes downcast and grit her teeth. Trunks' eyes widened.
"I won't hesitate to kill or torture her if you don't work for me," Cooler said.
Trunks froze, and he clenched his fists. "M...mom..."
"Don't do it, Trunks! I'm only one person! If you help him you'll end up killing thousands!" Bulma yelled, but before she could continue her voice was muffled as Cooler punched her in the gut.
But Trunks didn't seem to hear it anyway.
"And I would kill you too, kid," Cooler said.
"I....I..." Trunks paused. "Mom..." he took a shuddery breath. "If you let her go and send her back to Vegetasei I will work for you."
"NO! Tru-" Bulma shouted, but her voice was muffled again.
"How can I trust you, kid? You could just refuse to work for me when she's gone," Cooler said.
"You have my word. Just...just don't harm her. Please," Trunks pleaded. He loved his mom dearly. He wouldn't let her get hurt.
"Very well, but if you don't keep to your word than you'll suffer the worst pain in your life," Cooler said.
He shoved Bulma to another soldier in the room next to him.
"Send her back to Vegetasei," Cooler ordered.
"Yes, sire," he nodded and dragged Bulma off.
"TRUNKS NO!!!" Bulma yelled, but he put his hand over her mouth and she couldn't say anything else.
"Your word?" Cooler repeated.
"Yes, you have my word," Trunks repeated, looking at the ground.
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an: Review, and trust me: I'll update. Luv ya' reviewers! ^_^
an: I know I should get to work on my other fics, but this one popped into my head...I love Trunks! He's so awesome. He and Goten are my fav, characters. And Bulma and Vegeta are my favorite romance characters. Anyway, this is an Au! Vegetasei is still alive and well. The people who are humans in dbz are humans in this fic, and whoever is a saiyan or part saiyan in dbz is still part saiyan in this. Marron, Pan, and Bra's age differ from in the dbz version by a couple or few years or whatever. I felt like having it this way. Anyway, read and tell me what you think. Thanx! ^_^
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The pounding in Trunks' head seemed to go on forever. He groaned and rolled over sunconsiously and ended up slamming onto the cold, hard floor. He let out a small cry of pain before he brought his shoulders and head up to see what he had rolled off of. It was a small bed, and when he looked around Trunks saw he was in a cell, along with the steel bars that prevented him from escape. He saw no one was watching him, and he noticed a collar around his neck. Trunks moved his head to the side to get the stiffness out of his neck, but the collar made it uncomfortable. Trunks ignored the headache and tried tearing it off. Realizing it was futile, he stood up.
Trunks held his head as he stood up and groaned. He wasn't exactly feeling his best; the young demi-saiyajin was hungry, sore, and his head hurt. Trunks walked to the steel bars and raised an eyebrow. No steel could keep him in! He took his hands and put them on the bars, trying to stretch them out, but the steel seemed heavy, very heavy. The bars weren't at all like the ones in Earth jails; these were much much stronger. He didn't want his energy to be felt, but he wanted to escape. So he tried powering up just a little just enough to move the heavy bars; however, instead of feeling his warm ki, he felt a large shock go to his head, and then spread throughout his whole being. It felt worse than four lightning bolts striking him!
The nine year old screamed in surprise and pain as the pain went through him. He felt on the verge of passing out, but Trunks didn't want to give in; he was stubborn, much like his own parents. He fell to the cold ground and curled up. Trunks wanted to hold back the tears; he didn't want to be weak, but the unwanted, salty tears flowed down his cheeks. He shakily stood up then staggered, and fell on his bed. Trunks closed his eyes tight, and prayed somebody would get him out of this place.
*FLASHBACK*
"Take this!" Trunks yelled, sending a large ki blast to Goten.
Goten's eyes widened, but he wasn't quick enough to dodge the large blast since he had just been kicked down by his friend, and it hit him full force. Goten yelled in pain as the blast sent him through several large mountains and other land forms. Trunks stared wide-eyed; he had thought Goten was faster, but maybe Trunks himself had underestimated himself and overestimated Goten. He didn't know he had sent the blast that hard. And by the look on Goten's face it looked as if he was in a lot of pain, and by the speed he was going it didn't look like he would stop any time too soon. Trunks charged up to Super Saiyan and flew after Goten. He sped up faster and his golden aura blasted higher.
"GOTEN!" Trunks yelled in worry.
The nine year old quickly went to the back of Goten and tried stopping him. He pumped up his ki higher and slowed Goten down. He took the impacts of two other large hills and a large rock on his back. He closed his eyes tight through this, but opened them when they both stopped. He looked worriedly at Goten. Goten's eyes were a quarter open and he looked on the verge of unconsiousness; he was bleeding severely.
"I'm sorry," Trunks apologized. "We have to get back to the palace."
Trunks picked Goten up and sped towards the palace at high speed in Super Saiyan. He stopped at the med bay and quickly put him into a rejuvenation tank. Trunks finished pressing the buttons and sighed in relief and got out of Super Saiyan. Goten would be fine. It would take a half an hour for him to heal. It wasn't as bad as he thought. He sat down and watched Goten's figure in the tank; Goten had boxers on.
"Boy," a warning voice said behind him.
Trunks gulped and turned around. "Uh, yeah, dad?"
"Didn't I tell you to get here nearly TWO HOURS AGO?!" Vegeta said.
"Well, there's not exactly a watch in the middle of no where," Trunks mumbled.
Behind Vegeta his mom entered.
"Calm down, Vegeta. Just a mistake. And what did you do to Goten?" Bulma asked, her voice sharpened.
"I didn't mean to...I thought he was faster, but I guess I threw the blast too hard," Trunks said. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean it, mom, really."
"Just try not to let it happen again," Bulma sighed.
"Yes, ma'am."
Vegeta and Bulma left the room.
"You're too easy on the brat," Vegeta said. "He's a saiyan Prince. He's not to be pampered."
"I'm just looking after him," Bulma said. "You're too harsh on him. So I think it balances out."
Meanwhile, Trunks sat and sighed. His eyes began to get drowzy and he yawned. He fell asleep.
"Trunksy! Wake up, Trunksy!" a child's voice woke him.
He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Trunks opened his eyes.
"Oh, hey Pan," Trunks smiled. Pan was Goten's brother's daughter, which made her Goten's neice. She was five years younger than him; four years old. (Trunks is nine, Goten is eight) He thought she was a cute kid, with a lot of spunk.
"What did you do to Goten?" Pan asked, looking accusingly at him, but with a playful tone too.
"I accidently beat him up harder than I thought," Trunks said.
"How longer until he gets out?" Pan asked.
"Right now," Trunks said, just before the tank beeped.
The fluid in the tank drained and it opened. Goten got out and shook his unruly hair, just as spiky as Goku's. Water sprayed onto the two of them and they laughed.
"Hiya Goten!" Pan said, jumping on him and knocking him over.
"Hey, Panny," Goten grinned.
"Are you okay?" Trunks asked. "I didn't mean to, I just...well. I guess I thought you'd be able to handle it."
Goten scratched his head. "I guess I've been slacking off lately. Maybe I should turn Super Saiyan next time."
"*Goten* slacking off?" Trunks raised an eyebrow.
Goten shrugged and mumbled something.
"Where's Marron and Bra, Pan?" Trunks asked curiously. Marron and Pan were the same age, and Bra was a year younger than them, and Trunks' sister. The three were hardly ever seen without the other.
"Oh crud! I forgot we're playing hide n' seek," Pan ran out of the room. "Bye guys!"
"Prince Trunks!" a soldier suddenly came into the room. "Urgent news. Your father, King Vegeta, would like to see you in his chambers. Alone."
"There? Why there?" Trunks asked, confused.
"I'm not sure, sire," the man bowed and walked away.
"I wanna come," Goten said.
"Well, you could come with me until the door or something," Trunks said.
"Okay!" Goten said brightly.
They raced down the hallways, laughing and playing tag as they went. They were a third of the way there when Goten stopped, and Trunks did the same. The cause: Goten's dad, who looked exactly like Goten, but adult form. He grinned and waved at them.
"Hey Mr. Son!" Trunks said.
"Hi daddy!" Goten exclaimed happily.
"You can call me Goku, Prince Trunks, 'cause it makes me seem old to be called Mr.. And hey, kiddo," Goku said, rubbing Goten's spiky mane with affection.
"Well, you can call me Trunks," Trunks said, grinning. Goku usually did anyway. The Sons were big friends with the royalty family, and so were Krillen's family which consisted of Marron, Krillen of course, and 18. And Yamcha was friends with Goku, Queen Bulma's ex-boyfriend, and Puar and Oolong were usually with him. Actually, not much Oolong. Oolong just came and went as he pleased.
"See-ya later!" they both said, running off and continueing their game.
When they did arrive in front of his parent's room Goten stopped and they both looked uneasily at the door as if they didn't trust this, but they both didn't admit it.
"I'll wait out here," Goten said.
"'m kay," Trunks nodded.
Trunks opened the door to the room and quietly walked in. He flicked on the lights and looked around paranoid-ingly. Nothing jumped at him and he sighed in relief.
"Dad? Dad? Are you here?" Trunks called.
The door opened and he narrowed his eyes. Instead of his father, Bulma came in.
"Hey, mom! Does dad want to talk to you, too?" Trunks asked.
"That's what the person said, but I don't know..." Bulma frowned and looked around uneasily.
"Mom, I don't think we should be in here," Trunks suddenly said.
Bulma went to the handle and tried to open it, but it was locked. "Uh, son, it's locked."
There was a slight pause and eeriness seemed to fill the room. Trunks walked over to his mom and stood closely next to her for comfort. She set a reassuring hand on his soldier.
"Nice to see you here, Prince Trunks, and Queen Bulma," a voice said, making them jump, but they didn't see anybody.
"Who's there?" Trunks asked bravely, glaring. "Show yourself or are you too afraid?"
"Afraid? You wish, kid," the figure laughed.
"What is that?" Bulma shrieked as something flew across the room.
Before Trunks could react it went around his neck and a horrible pain spread throughout his body. He fell to the ground on all fours. He gasped for breath when it stopped.
"Trunks? Are you okay?" Bulma whispered as she knelt down and comforted him.
Trunks looked up and saw the source of the voice.
"Frieza?!" Bulma said. "B-But your dead!"
"No, no," the alien said. "I am his brother, Lord Cooler."
Cooler was much taller than his brother, with armor on, and blue skin. He didn't look a whole lot like Frieza, but one must never be too sure.
"What did you do to Trunks!? Take it off of him! You're hurting him!" Bulma demanded, yelling to emphasize her point.
"That's the point, woman," Cooler said.
Trunks got up. "You're messing with the wrong Prince!"
Trunks clenched his fists and started powering up, but as soon as it raised even one point pain started to come, and he stopped and screamed. Bulma growled and started powering up. Bulma wasn't saiyan, she was an earthling, but she had been taught how to fight since she had been young and she would not let this...this monster hurt her son! She charged at him, but he only dissapeared. She looked around the room and saw him holding Trunks by the collar of his gi shirt.
"Let him go!" Bulma yelled, her aura making things break in the room and sending objects flying. Bulma was nothing compared to Cooler, but she was really strong - especially for a human.
Trunks kept consiousness; his willpower was too strong to pass out.
"Don't hurt my mom," Trunks growled quietly.
Cooler didn't reply; he just punched Trunks painfully in the stomach, and the young Prince fell into a pit of darkness. Cooler then went to Bulma and did the same.
Meanwhile, outside, Goten had waited nearly an hour for Trunks. He had even fallen asleep standing up! He then frowned when he didn't sense Trunks' energy signature in there. Goten put his ear to the door and listened. Silence. He opened the door and peered in, and saw the room had everything scattered around, but there was nobody in there.
"Trunks?"
*END FLASHBACK*
Trunks woke up from his sleep and yawned. He sat up and realized he had cried himself to sleep. He didn't think he was on Vegetasei anymore. And where was his mom? Was she okay? A small, almost-undetected noise jolted him out of his thoughts and he saw a soldier looking at him and opened his cell.
"Lord Cooler would like to see you. Follow me," the man ordered in a rather austrailian accent.
Trunks hesitantly followed and realized he had no other choice.
He was led through the ship, and he looked around. Some of them stared at him as he passed and he glared at them. He didn't like it here one bit.
"What's your name?" Trunks asked.
"Zarbon. Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"Then why did you ask?"
"I felt like it."
"Hmph."
"So," Trunks went on, "what is this thing around my neck?"
"It's called a ki collar. It limits how much power someone can use, if any at all. It still allows you to get stronger, but you wouldn't know how strong you really were unless you powered up to your max," Zarbon replied, staring foreward and sending just one small glance at him as he said this.
"Hey, my dad told me about a guy named Zarbon once...he said he worked for Frieza," Trunks said.
"I'm his twin," Zarbon answered.
Zarbon didn't seem too open, but Trunks didn't mind. At least he was answering his questions.
"What is Cooler going to do to me?" Trunks asked quietly.
"It's not my place to say, kid," Zarbon replied.
They stopped at a large door and the guards surrounding it let them in when they saw Zarbon. Trunks reluctantly went into the room. Zarbon bowed, but Trunks only crossed his arms defiantly. Trunks suddenly noticed his mom was standing next to Frieza's throne with a pissed-off look on her face. She smiled weakly when she saw Trunks.
"Just as you requested, sire," Zarbon said. Trunks noticed the faint, nearly unnoticeable, sarcastic tone in his voice. Cooler didn't seem to notice at all.
"Good job, Zarbon. You may leave," Cooler said. Zarbon nodded and left.
Trunks didn't say anything to Cooler. His mind shouted things to say, but it wouldn't be wise to anger the enemy when you don't have the advantage.
"You're wondering why you're here?" Cooler seemed to state more than ask. Trunks didn't reply. "I suppose you know that it was you who killed my brother. Actually, if you want to be exact, a *future* you. But you all the same. And you also killed my father." He said this with absolute hate.
"Of course I know," Trunks said. His dad had told him about that. "So? What do you want of me?"
"At first I wanted to kill you and your pathetic race, but another thought came to mind. If I controlled a Super Saiyan I would gain ultimate power. Especially one as strong as you. So, you're more valuable alive than dead. I honestly couldn't care about my brother because he was so weak, but he is family, along with my father."
"You can't control me!" Trunks yelled.
Cooler only smirked. "That's why I kidnapped her."
Cooler dragged Bulma in front of her and she put her eyes downcast and grit her teeth. Trunks' eyes widened.
"I won't hesitate to kill or torture her if you don't work for me," Cooler said.
Trunks froze, and he clenched his fists. "M...mom..."
"Don't do it, Trunks! I'm only one person! If you help him you'll end up killing thousands!" Bulma yelled, but before she could continue her voice was muffled as Cooler punched her in the gut.
But Trunks didn't seem to hear it anyway.
"And I would kill you too, kid," Cooler said.
"I....I..." Trunks paused. "Mom..." he took a shuddery breath. "If you let her go and send her back to Vegetasei I will work for you."
"NO! Tru-" Bulma shouted, but her voice was muffled again.
"How can I trust you, kid? You could just refuse to work for me when she's gone," Cooler said.
"You have my word. Just...just don't harm her. Please," Trunks pleaded. He loved his mom dearly. He wouldn't let her get hurt.
"Very well, but if you don't keep to your word than you'll suffer the worst pain in your life," Cooler said.
He shoved Bulma to another soldier in the room next to him.
"Send her back to Vegetasei," Cooler ordered.
"Yes, sire," he nodded and dragged Bulma off.
"TRUNKS NO!!!" Bulma yelled, but he put his hand over her mouth and she couldn't say anything else.
"Your word?" Cooler repeated.
"Yes, you have my word," Trunks repeated, looking at the ground.
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