T4

Trunks slowly opened his eyes noticing almost instantly that he was fully healed. He looked around through the blue water to see if anybody was in the room. After he was sure he was alone he removed the oxygen mask and pushed the button to drain the tank.

His skin immediately felt cold as the warm water empted and the lid opened, letting a cool breeze of air sweep over him. Stepping out of the tank Trunks looked quickly around for his cloths, but could see nothing.

"Good you up…" the sudden voice mad Trunks jump. "Settle down. Hear I brought you some clean cloths. Put them on, your father would like a word with you." Goku said handing Trunks a new Saiyan armor out fit.

"My…. Dad… you know… is he mad?" Trunks said as they made their way toward the dinning room.

"I'm not too sure… but what you did to yourself was not good… he'll probably drill you on why you did such a thing." Goku stopped in front of the door and motioned for the prince to enter.

Trunks felt tears form in his eyes again as he walked into the room. His father was sitting at the head of the table watching him closely. "Sit down!" He barked, pointing to the seat next to him.

"Dad I can explain…" Trunks was cut off with the sudden look that told him to keep quit, as he sat tensely beside his father.

"Now would you mind telling me what the hell you were doing to you wrist?"

"I…. well what I mean……" Trunks hung his head in shame. "It made all my pain go away…" he answered softly.

"Son… I think you are having some problems…. You seem to think your life is so bad… so I'm left with no choice but to have you under constant supervision at all hours of the day. Goku, Gohan, and Radiz will switch off, making sure any activity you do is safe. If you try and disobey these new guide lines then I will be forced to punish you further, and you don't want that. And instead of doing your regular every day activities you will be helping Goku and them with anything they see fit to be done. I'll keep things this way for a month, and if you can prove to me that you can behave then I will grant back you freedom."
"What freedom?" Trunks muttered under his breath, unfortunately loud enough for Vegeta to hear.

"Goku come and take Trunks… show him what his life could really be like if he were not my son." Vegeta called then stood pulling Trunks to his feet. Goku was there in a second and took Trunks arm form his father.

"Please father! I don't want to go…" Trunks said crying as Goku pulled him out the door.

"Keep quiet! We have lots of work to do so get over your little pout…" Goku walked Trunks until they were out side. "Now what we're going to do may not be fun, but I'll show you how easy you have it with your dad. This way!"

They walked for what seemed like miles. Why couldn't they fly? Trunks never asked though, because he was sure he new the answer. They walked passed the big city out into the country, were they approached a large field full of workers pulling weeds. "Ok Trunks there's your first job. You may start at the fare end there… oh and no stopping unless I say… Get to work…" Goku lightly pushed Trunks forward.

"What! I have to do work? But I'm the prince!" Trunks said outraged.

"Well sweet heart maybe next time you're thinking of killing yourself because you hate your life you'll remember this…. No off with you, there's much to be done." Trunks sighed deeply before making his way to the hot dry field to begin pulling weeds.

He cried big wet tears every weed he pulled from the earth, after the fifth hour of doing this. This just wasn't fair, and he had to keep this up for a whole month. His hands were killing him, full of red hot blisters that seemed to sting with every breath. "Goku…" Trunks sobbed. "I don't think my hands can take much more of this…" he didn't try and hold back his cries, he was feeling too sad to care what Goku thought of him.

"Oh stop your whimpering you're almost done. At least finish this row…" Goku said sharply.

"Bu….but I can't…" Trunks cried even louder, tears running down his face like small rivers. "I don't feel good and my hands hurt… pl…please don't make me do anymore…"

"Rrrrrrrr get up then! And we'll go back to your place for a drink and a short rest." Goku yelled dragging Trunks to his feet. "And stop you're crying or I'll really give you something to wine about." Trunks let out a small whimper and they turned and started back to his house.

"Ok Trunks it's my turn…" Gohan said looking at the clock. It was just past noon, meaning it was Gohan's turn with the prince.

"What are we going to be doing?" Trunks asked quietly following Gohan back outside. "Please don't make me do anything hard…"

"Shut up! God you're a suck! All we're going to be doing is paying off some debt that I owe." Gohan yelled as they flue back over to the city. Once there they made there way towards an old run down bar called "Leaks." "Ok buddy I have some ummm… well money that I owe this place. All you have to do is do the dishes until they think the money is paid. Now go on I'll be out here when your done. This should keep you busy until supper." Gohan smiled then pointed a bossy finger toward the rundown bar.

Trunks quietly made his way to the kitchen in the back of the bar, where he found a mountain of nasty pots, cups, and silver wear. The owner gave him a cloth and scrub brush and told him to get to work. Leaving Trunks all alone. All in all his after noon was probably the worst. The kitchen smelled like ass and his hands were now all white and pruned. That however only added to the beating he got from Gohan, for looking like he was tired after he was done. But it was now finally night time and all Radiz had to do was keep an eye on him until he was asleep.

"Well son how was your first day?" Vegeta asked through supper that night.

"I don't want to talk about it…" Trunks almost whispered. He once again felt like he was going to cry, so all he could do was stare at his food, eyes filling up with tears. "Please father, don't make me go through that again… I promise I'll start behaving… just give me a second chance…" the prince cried, keeping his gaze form meeting his dad's.

There was a very long silence where the only noise was coming from Trunks soft whimpers. "Ok son, I'll trust you one last time… but if you blow it this time, then its right back to what you did today. Now finish up and go to bed, you look terrible."

Trunks was able to place a small smile on his face, at what his dad had just said. Now all he had to do was make sure to keep his behavior up until everyone was sure he could be trusted. Though he was sure he could do that… Things would be fine from here on out, the look on his fathers face told him so.

Yes I know this is short, but honestly I couldn't think of anything ells to add…. It sort of just concluded.. but anyway please revue and tell me what you think. -