Aight....here it is...chapter 3. Enjoy
Chapter Three Part 1 -The Prince's Chambers-
Light broke, spilling across the east side of the castle. Large ruby colored birds sang from their pond, dipping their heads in and out of the turquoise water. Their light choruses carried through the open windows on the ground floor of the castle, filling the bustling kitchens with the sounds of morning. Beside these windows, a trail of light green ivy wound itself along the black stone wall of the castle, up to a window on the fifth floor. As the ivy crawled higher, the air grew still and silent. The vines curled sinuously around the gold-plated windows, never crossing the glass in the middle. Dark curtains hid the contents of the room from the light's peering eyes. The silence remained unbroken, until...
"BOY!! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET UP!!!"
The shout echoed out through the closed windows, out onto the grounds. The birds stopped their bath to gaze questioningly at the disturbance before losing interest and going back to their activities. Inside the room, a man had entered, standing in the doorway, his short frame silhouetted against the light from the hall. A small groan issued from the large bed sitting in the center of the room, the occupant hidden by a thick canopy.
"BOY! Don't make me come in there and get you up! You're going to be late for the slave auctions, and I don't want you to come crying to me when you have to go another month without a servant." With this the short man turned and left, slamming the door behind him.
The room fell silent once again, before there was a gentle knock at the door.
"Trunks?" questioned a light voice at the door. The door opened slowly, revealing a woman with long blue hair peering in at the bed. Noticing the closed hangings and the gentle breathing coming from behind them, the woman sighed and walked over to the dark blue velvet curtains that covered the each window. After pulling them back, she walked determinately over to bed, and with one powerful yank thrust open the hangings it. The young lavender haired price was curled up in the middle, clutching the navy blue sheets as if for protection. He continued his deep rhythmic breathing, emitting a small snore every now and then. The woman shook him.
"Son, please get up. You know how you're father gets."
No response.
The woman rolled her eyes, her temper quickly flaring. This was getting ridiculous...
"Alright, fine! Don't go! See if I care! I'm not the one who has to answer to Vegeta!"
She stormed out of the room, slamming the door as her husband had done just a few minutes earlier. The Prince, resistant though he was to his parents shouting, was unable to sleep through the penetrating bright light now filling his room. With a grunt, he turned over on his side and threw the covers off, sitting on the side of the bed and rubbing his neck. Gods, can't they ever give it a rest? He thought to himself as he struggled to throw the sleep from his brain. He stood up and stretched, pausing for a brief second to glance out the window. One of the kitchen maids was strolling around the pond, feeding the scarlet birds scraps from breakfast. He turned his back on the sight, and walked to his bathroom to begin preparing for the day.
Part 2 -The Auction-
"Well, look who has finally decided to grace us with his presence!" Vegeta greeted his son as he joined him family at the table. Taking a seat in the lush crimson velvet chairs, Trunks reached across the dark oak to grab a plate of bacon. The Prince replied "Well yes, I know how to can't bear to go without me for too long, so I figured I'd be kind and acquiesce to your request to join you at the slave auction."
Vegeta scowled and opened his mouth to reply before a look from his wife silenced him. He returned to devouring the huge plate of food he had in front of him, shooting resentful glances towards his son, listening as his wife began to speak.
"Now Trunks, it's been a while since you've had a servant, I want you to be sure to pick a good one that will last you a while. You go through them so quickly, it's getting expensive!
"Yes Mother," the prince replied in a bored tone as he stared down at his plate, occasionally moving one of his sausages across with his fork.
"Can I go Mama?"
Vegeta cut his wife off, responding to his daughter in a somewhat gentler tone. "Now Bra, you know you're too young to go to the auctions. There are lots of big nasty men around, you wouldn't want to be there."
"Yes I would Daddy! I wanna go!"
"Bra, you're fathers right, you're much to young. Besides, girls rarely go the auctions. "
Bra pondered this as she mashed her food with her utensils. "It's not fair...," she muttered under her breath.
"Well boy, if we're going to go you'd better hurry up," Vegeta snarled across the table.
Trunks pushed his plate away and stood up. "Whenever you're ready, your highness," he said with a mock bow.
"Hmph."
Vegeta stood up and walked out through the tall double doors that led into the dining hall. Jogging to catch up, Trunks followed him. They walked in silence, the only sound coming from the servants' and guards' greetings as they passed. The long red carpet leading to the west exit from the castle seemed to stretch into eternity. As much as Trunks knew he needed a slave, he found himself just as much wanting to go back to his room in disgust. The slaves the traders had been bringing lately were boring and weak. Not a one challenged his authority or physical prowess. But, he thought to himself, I guess that is the way slaves are supposed to be. With a sigh, he looked up and found himself at the doors leading out of the castle. Stepping into the bright light, he watched his father board the transport that would carry them to the auction hall, and slowly climbed in after him.
Chapter Three Part 1 -The Prince's Chambers-
Light broke, spilling across the east side of the castle. Large ruby colored birds sang from their pond, dipping their heads in and out of the turquoise water. Their light choruses carried through the open windows on the ground floor of the castle, filling the bustling kitchens with the sounds of morning. Beside these windows, a trail of light green ivy wound itself along the black stone wall of the castle, up to a window on the fifth floor. As the ivy crawled higher, the air grew still and silent. The vines curled sinuously around the gold-plated windows, never crossing the glass in the middle. Dark curtains hid the contents of the room from the light's peering eyes. The silence remained unbroken, until...
"BOY!! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET UP!!!"
The shout echoed out through the closed windows, out onto the grounds. The birds stopped their bath to gaze questioningly at the disturbance before losing interest and going back to their activities. Inside the room, a man had entered, standing in the doorway, his short frame silhouetted against the light from the hall. A small groan issued from the large bed sitting in the center of the room, the occupant hidden by a thick canopy.
"BOY! Don't make me come in there and get you up! You're going to be late for the slave auctions, and I don't want you to come crying to me when you have to go another month without a servant." With this the short man turned and left, slamming the door behind him.
The room fell silent once again, before there was a gentle knock at the door.
"Trunks?" questioned a light voice at the door. The door opened slowly, revealing a woman with long blue hair peering in at the bed. Noticing the closed hangings and the gentle breathing coming from behind them, the woman sighed and walked over to the dark blue velvet curtains that covered the each window. After pulling them back, she walked determinately over to bed, and with one powerful yank thrust open the hangings it. The young lavender haired price was curled up in the middle, clutching the navy blue sheets as if for protection. He continued his deep rhythmic breathing, emitting a small snore every now and then. The woman shook him.
"Son, please get up. You know how you're father gets."
No response.
The woman rolled her eyes, her temper quickly flaring. This was getting ridiculous...
"Alright, fine! Don't go! See if I care! I'm not the one who has to answer to Vegeta!"
She stormed out of the room, slamming the door as her husband had done just a few minutes earlier. The Prince, resistant though he was to his parents shouting, was unable to sleep through the penetrating bright light now filling his room. With a grunt, he turned over on his side and threw the covers off, sitting on the side of the bed and rubbing his neck. Gods, can't they ever give it a rest? He thought to himself as he struggled to throw the sleep from his brain. He stood up and stretched, pausing for a brief second to glance out the window. One of the kitchen maids was strolling around the pond, feeding the scarlet birds scraps from breakfast. He turned his back on the sight, and walked to his bathroom to begin preparing for the day.
Part 2 -The Auction-
"Well, look who has finally decided to grace us with his presence!" Vegeta greeted his son as he joined him family at the table. Taking a seat in the lush crimson velvet chairs, Trunks reached across the dark oak to grab a plate of bacon. The Prince replied "Well yes, I know how to can't bear to go without me for too long, so I figured I'd be kind and acquiesce to your request to join you at the slave auction."
Vegeta scowled and opened his mouth to reply before a look from his wife silenced him. He returned to devouring the huge plate of food he had in front of him, shooting resentful glances towards his son, listening as his wife began to speak.
"Now Trunks, it's been a while since you've had a servant, I want you to be sure to pick a good one that will last you a while. You go through them so quickly, it's getting expensive!
"Yes Mother," the prince replied in a bored tone as he stared down at his plate, occasionally moving one of his sausages across with his fork.
"Can I go Mama?"
Vegeta cut his wife off, responding to his daughter in a somewhat gentler tone. "Now Bra, you know you're too young to go to the auctions. There are lots of big nasty men around, you wouldn't want to be there."
"Yes I would Daddy! I wanna go!"
"Bra, you're fathers right, you're much to young. Besides, girls rarely go the auctions. "
Bra pondered this as she mashed her food with her utensils. "It's not fair...," she muttered under her breath.
"Well boy, if we're going to go you'd better hurry up," Vegeta snarled across the table.
Trunks pushed his plate away and stood up. "Whenever you're ready, your highness," he said with a mock bow.
"Hmph."
Vegeta stood up and walked out through the tall double doors that led into the dining hall. Jogging to catch up, Trunks followed him. They walked in silence, the only sound coming from the servants' and guards' greetings as they passed. The long red carpet leading to the west exit from the castle seemed to stretch into eternity. As much as Trunks knew he needed a slave, he found himself just as much wanting to go back to his room in disgust. The slaves the traders had been bringing lately were boring and weak. Not a one challenged his authority or physical prowess. But, he thought to himself, I guess that is the way slaves are supposed to be. With a sigh, he looked up and found himself at the doors leading out of the castle. Stepping into the bright light, he watched his father board the transport that would carry them to the auction hall, and slowly climbed in after him.
