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A Brief Moment in Time

Chapter 12: Pep talk, Pillow talk

In the evening after the party…

The wind began to grow stronger as he watched her leave. The cool wind that had helped relieve the summer swelter that had caressed his and Marron's skin moments before began to whip up into a howling gale. All pretense of calm left him. He had held onto his temper; he hadn't wanted to seem weak in front of her, but now that she was gone. Anger. Anger as he hadn't felt in years coursed through Goten's veins. With a curse, he turned and fired a blast of enraged ki into the sky. The detonation lit up the sky and night turned into day for a few split seconds.

Marron and Trunks… Trunks and Marron. The mere thought of it infuriated him beyond comprehension. She had left him five years ago without a word of explanation. She had only left a note behind saying that she was returning to Chikyuu and that she needed time alone to think things through. He had respected that. He knew that she'd been feeling queasy about her missions during that time; something had happened to rattle Marron badly. He had inquired quietly about her recent missions and then concluded that she just needed some time and space. For a year he had waited, and when no word came from her, he had sent several inquiries to Chikyuu. The only thing he had gotten in response was second hand news from his parents from her parents that she was fine.

He would have gone back, but the Orion conspiracy had gotten out of hand. Other matters also needed his immediate attention and so for five years he had had no word of her. And now this… HER… the woman whom he loved, and who he knew loved him was about to be married to the most pathetic groveling thing in the universe. His pride demanded satisfaction. Goten's saiyan blood began to boil over as he was losing his emotional self control. He didn't even notice that he had erupted into Super Saiyan form and that in his rage, the nearby forests had been eradicated.

"Goten!" came a shout that he heard. "Stop."

Goten whirled at the sound and came face to face with his father. Dangerous hate filled turquoise eyes met clear calm black ones. Struggling with himself, Goten forced his emotions under control and the golden aura that had flickered angrily around him vanished.

"What is going on Goten?" asked Goku calmly. "It's not like you to lose your calm like that."

"No, it's not," agreed Goten. He didn't bother to answer his father's question. It wasn't any of their business; not that they'd understand anyway. His gaze flicked over to the two figures floating behind his father. Videl and Gohan both floated quietly in the air behind him. Videl's gaze held a great amount of concern for him, but his brother's was filled with anger, anger at being lied to.

"Goten…" Videl began as she flew closer to him.

"None of you can understand," he said without explanation. His words were soft and sad. "You have each other, you always will. I don't have that security."

"You have us, Goten. We're your family and we'll always be there for you," assured Goku. "Son, you know that."

"I guess I do," sighed Goten. He looked at his brother and still only saw anger in his eyes. There was a reckoning coming and despite his father's words he wasn't so sure if he would always have his family stand by him. "I guess I do… but only time will tell."

"You do," affirmed Videl. She had always been there for him when he was younger and she still was. Goten was almost sure that she'd understand, almost. "Let's go home and we can figure out what's going on."

Again Goten sighed. Things were coming to a head and he had to prepare. It was best he stay away from his family for the meantime. "No, I have a lot to prepare for. It's best I stay away for a few days."

"Goten?" Videl seemed upset by the declaration. His father's stare was filled with incomprehension, but there was understanding.

"Take all the time you need," was all his father said.

He nodded and then turned and flew away. Funny. His brother hadn't said a word.

Chikyuuu Parliamentary Meeting…

Goten rode back down to Chikyuu in a shuttle. He had spent two days away from home and had buried himself in his work. He didn't want to think about Marron or the coming conflict with his family. Videl would no doubt be irate. Today, he would show them what he was really like as the Duke de Sirrus and they wouldn't like it. He didn't know what he would do if his father and brother opposed him. The decisions would have to be made there on the spot.

"Lord Sirrus. We have arrived," said his aide as he opened the door for Goten.

"Have all our assault troops stand by. If I give the signal they are to execute plan Alpha. Understand?" Goten snapped a scouter over his right eye. It was amazing how much he looked like Turles at the moment. His tail snuggly rapped around his waist, he entered the parliamentary building flanked by four armed guards. Today was a special parliamentary meeting that took place twice a year. Every member was expected to attend and the press was everywhere.

"Goten, what are you planning to do?" asked a voice that brought a pang to his heart. It was still beautiful. She was still beautiful, he thought as he stopped and looked at her. Her golden blonde hair framed her face perfectly. Her crystal blue eyes bored into his own challenging and enticing him. She is mine, he thought angrily. There was no way he would let Trunks take her without a fight. He would make her remember what she was; he would make her his again. His pride demanded it; his heart demanded it.

"Step away from the Duke now!" shouted one of his armsmen. Marron ignored the soldier as if he were nothing more than an insect. Goten stopped and gestured for the soldiers that it was all right.

"You wish to know what I plan to do? Why not join me then?" The game had begun.

"Do not plays games with me Duke de Sirrus," hissed Marron using his formal title. He was mocking her, she knew the tone of voice well.

"My dear Marchioness de Toulon… you realize if you marry him you will confer upon him your Imperial title as well? You will share everything that was once yours… still yours with him. I wonder what our Master would think of this," responded Goten as he ignored her comment and countering using her own rank that Vegeta had given her long ago. He smirked as he watch her face twist up in displeasure."Is your fiancé here?"

"No… I'm here because I choose to be."

Goten nodded. "Already keeping secrets from him…" he said in a lofty manner. "Does he know what you truly are?"

"What are you planning to do today?" she asked again ignoring his question.

"So he doesn't. How interesting." She was his, he was sure of it. He had her hooked already. She just didn't realize it yet. "Sit in on this day's events then. They will be momentous." He reached out, grabbed her hand and kissed it. Without another word he turned and continued to walk into the parliament building.

Marron stared daggers at him. His words bothered him, but even worse was the fact that he was being mysterious. She hated mysteries especially from him. It had been one of her roles in the Imperium to ferret those mysteries out. When she began her career at the age of fourteen she had been a shy naïve girl who, on a whimsical crush, had stowed away on Goten's ship. When she came back ten years later, she had been a twenty-four year old veteran of war, and politics. Even in the last five years she had continued to follow the events in the Imperium with a passive interest. Now, she would most likely have to play an active role again. Damn that Goten, she thought.

Approaching Chikyuu…

Bulma's head lay comfortably on Vegeta's broad chest. The last two days had been an intense marathon of passionate reaffirmation of their desire for each other. In other words, they screwed like rabbits. She took a deep breath, and let out a long content sigh. She couldn't believe what she had done. When she had first met Vegeta again, she had felt her emotions begin to spin out of control, but she had fought it for over two weeks. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, she had succumbed. However, she was afraid of what would happen as soon as he got on his feet again. Once the collar came off would he still want her? Would he give a hoot about her once he didn't need her? Slowly, she ran her fingers across his perfect abdomen, relishing in the feel of his skin. She was setting herself up for a fall, she knew. Yet, was life worth living without taking risks? She already knew the answer. No. So as she lay there contemplating her future, she came to a decision.

"Vegeta?" she said softly. She knew he was awake by the rhythmic rising and falling of his breath. Bulma had always been able to tell when he was sleeping or just faking it.

"Yes, woman?"

"Tell me… Tell me about you. At least a little bit…" she asked softly.

"What is there to tell, woman?" he replied in a voice that she had heard him use once before. It had been the night that she had thought that she had finally gotten through to him, a night that her Vegeta had told her of the so-called bond. She had been willing then, but he had not. He had told her that he would not bond with her until he had achieved the Super Saiyan level. She closed her eyes for a moment feeling the sweet agony of that old wound. He had betrayed and lied to her. The moment he had attained that status, he had cast her off as if she were an old shoe, this despite the fact that she was carrying his heir.

"I want to know about you… Its necessary anyway, since I'll probably run into some people on Chikyuu. It'll be strange not knowing the events of this universe, don't you think?" she said.

"Hmm… what do you wish to know?"

"How did you become Emperor… how did we… separate? I want no secrets."

"You ask much, woman. Once… perhaps I would have been willing to share with you all."

"And now?"

Vegeta was silent for a moment. "We went our separate ways some thirty-two years ago."

"When after Namek did we get together?" she asked.

"One year. That pathetic thing of a being deserted you. You came crying to me and I thought I'd amuse myself with you."

Bulma chuckled. It was such a typical Vegeta answer. Some things never changed. "Go on," she prompted.

"We were lovers for a year…" He went silent and Bulma could almost feel the anger, the hurt, the shame that he had bottled up. She was sure that added to his other problems that he was just a volcano waiting to explode.

"Then… I left you. If you don't…"

"You left me for that weakling, to my shame…" he said softly. "I do not know why you left me… you simply told me that you were in 'love' with him still."

Bulma felt him shiver, and, in response, she pressed herself against him, trying to assure him of her feelings for him.

"I left after that… I left into space and in my rage at being deserted by the one thing I had ever grown to care about; I achieved the legendary transformation of my race. I guess I have something to be thankful to your counterpart for."

"You would have made the transformation anyway… I know that for a fact."

"Hmmph. Then I would have deserted you and fallen to the Androids?"

"Yes… You, of my time, abandoned me and my son," she said bitterly. She took a deep breath. "You already know about me… continue."

"Do I sense a hint of command in your voice?" he said, almost teasingly.

"Indeed your majesty, indeed you do." Bulma put on a humorous tone and it incited a deep rumbling chuckle from Vegeta. The tension in the air from the old memories seemed to abate slightly.

"I left… and once I achieved my transformation I did not look back. I went and conquered a world for my own and set myself up as its ruler. There I did nothing but train for fifteen years. I was able to surpass the level of an ordinary Super Saiyan, but I seemed to have lost track of time. Then, sixteen years ago a ship came to my world. It was a Capsule Corporation ship, and I blew it into pieces in my rage of seeing it. However, instead of it being YOU or one of your infernal employees it was Kakkarot's and the Android's brats."

"The android's brat? You mean number seventeen or eighteen?"

"I do not know. I know little of the happenings of Chikyuu, save what the two brats have told me. I believe she referred to her mother as Eigtheen. Her father is that pathetic excuse of a monk."

"Krillan? You are telling me Krillan has a kid… oh my god I don't even want to know…" Bulma couldn't help imagining a short ugly girl with no nose. She felt a bit bad about that, but couldn't help herself.

"She is quite an amazing creature… She must have inherited from her mother and not her sorry father," said Vegeta of a growl in his voice. Bulma was taken aback at this for a moment. He was actually defending someone? She thought to herself. Her mind boggled.

"So you ran into… Goku's second son. What's his name?" she asked curiously.

"Goten. Baldy's child is named Marron."

"Describe them… in detail…"

"Woman… you will meet them soon enough," he said sharpy. Women for some reason always had to have details about children, even if they were thirty years old.

"Okok, you blow up the ship and then what…?" The story was intriguing Bulma to no ends and she snuggled up even closer to him, enjoying the warmth his body was giving off.

"I found their mangled carcasses and threw them into a regeneration tank. After that, I interrogated them about what had happened on Chikyuu, and on Kakkarot's power level. I had hoped to settle that old score. However, Kakkarot's brat is quite the Saiyan, unlike his pathetic relations. He had come in space in search of me… to show him his Saiyan nature, because he could not tame it."

"This is Goten right?"

"Yes… as the last true Saiyan, I felt it my duty to preserve whatever heritage was left of my people. I consented to his training, and I ended up training the other one as well." He stopped for a moment. "They have made me proud."

This Vegeta surprised Bulma for the upteenth time. She would never have expected him to train children and then seem to have fatherly affections. Then again, Trunks seemed to have a strong affection for his father when he had returned. Perhaps she had misjudged Vegeta.

"What happened then… that's only fifteen years out of thirty," she prodded.

"I trained them for a year before some warlords arrived on my world. They devastated it from orbit, yet they did not kill us. When they moved to land we slaughtered them. Apparently the warlords had already begun to battle for the remains of Freiza's empire, and Coola himself had begun to take bits of it. These are called the Union Wars. For five years we went to war and forged an intergalactic empire of half a thousand worlds and now I am its deposed emperor," he said in a soft tone, which was a cross somewhere between regret, and anger.

"Hmmph… not for long. As long as you get that collar off you'll be right back where you were."

"Woman… it is not that simple. Bojack would never have succeeded if he did not have strong support from some people of the Empire. There is much dissent, and always had been. The worlds out there are not like Chikyuu. Many are poor and their inhabitants bitter."

"Well… you need technology…"

"And if they don't want it?"

"Why wouldn't they want it? That's silly Vegeta, technology can only make life better for them."

"Irrelevant. What do you do if they do not want it?"

"Well…" She had no answer for that.

"Being Emperor is similar to balancing upon a enormous sand dune that is constantly shifting. It is a task that is hardly rewarding," he explained.

"So what are you going to do about it?" she asked. She wasn't use to a Vegeta that thought things through. She would have expected him to throw a temper tantrum and demand his royal privileges."

"I do not know yet… we will see when we get to Chikyuu…"

Parliamentary Meeting… Chikyuu…

"Marron! What are you doing here?" asked Videl. She had spotted Marron waving furiously at her. Videl had been in politics for twenty some years now and was a shrewd judge of character, and hence she knew something was amiss. She'd always known that Marron had some sort of secret that she was keeping from the rest of them. However, she had always been a close family friend, and Videl only offered her assistance once. When that was turned down, she had the understanding to not ask again.

"Videl… Goten's in there. Do you think I can sit in with you as an aide or something? I want to know what he is up to." Marron's posture and assertiveness was somewhat unusual for her. She usually was a very shy girl who kept to herself, and only spoke when spoken to. At least, that's what everyone on Chikyuu thought. That she had somehow 'snagged' such a 'catch' as Trunks Yamcha Briefs was a bewildering fact to most of high society.

"Marron, I can't just…"

"Videl this is very important. Something is going down." Marron's insistence began to worry Videl as it was so out of character for the young blonde.

"What? Is this about Goten and Gohan?"

"Goten is HERE…"

"He's an Imperial Duke, and we are a client state. He can sit in if he wants to…"

"No… he came with four armed guards… and he has his scouter on! You know he can sense ki so there's no reason for him to have it on. I know he doesn't go anywhere with guards and in full imperial regalia unless it's for something official," said Marron a bit perplexed. She needed to convince Videl to let her in with her. Otherwise she'd have to go ask one of the Brief's pet representatives, which she really didn't want to do as Trunks would get word of her being here.

"Isn't that a bit paranoid?"

"You don't know HIM, Videl. He's not the same as the DUKE as he is as Goten." This struck Videl as something that was very true. She'd only had a glimpse at the Duke, but she'd known Goten for most of his, and her own life. They most definitely weren't the same.

"Ok Marron… come on. I trust you, but this better be good."

"Thanks Videl. Is Gohan here?"

"Yes… he's coming with his father, and mine. I always have them come."

Marron frowned. She did not like what was going on. Fireworks were about to go off, she was sure of it. However, she didn't know what her own role would be in it. She was sure that Goten knew that she would show up, and had planned accordingly. He was an expert at not only deep space warfare, but political warfare as well.

She quickly joined Videl's entourage and they entered the main chamber together. Videl went to one of the forward seats and sat down as her position as Minister of Energy entitled her. Marron sat down in the back, and was joined by Gohan, Goku, and Mr. Satan about ten minutes later.

The assembly hall was packed. Reporters, legislators, and aides were everywhere. Everyone also noticed the arrival of the world hero Mr. Satan with another former Budokai champion, Goku, and his son in law, Gohan. They all sat together and their simple presence was enough to show that the Son clan had reached heights of enormous prestige and power. The Son family was the rising star of this generation, even, as it was whispered in corners, to challenge the Briefs, and other older families that had been long in power.

A few minutes before the opening ceremony started, Marron watched in trepidation as Goten strode out into the middle of the large chamber. He was flanked by four of his elites, and was in full Imperial dress. He stopped and spoke to the Prime Minister for a second and she could tell that he was asking, no ordering him to do something. The older man did not look pleased. A moment later the Prime Minster got up and moved to open this particular session of the Chikyuu Parliament.

"Distinguished ladies and gentleman. I have the honor today of commencing this years opening session of Parliament. However, at the request of the Duke de Sirrus, I have consented to let him make opening remarks." Turning to Goten, he gestured politely. "My Lord Sirrus, you have the floor."

Goten walked up to the podium regally, and scanned the chamber. He paused for a moment and looked hard at the area where his family was. Though he did not show it on the outside, inwardly he was extremely nervous. This one action, would, perhaps, sever him from his family completely.

"Distinguished gentleman, ladies, and others," he began. "I have requested to speak first so as not to allow you all to waste your time. As we all know, time is precious. Now, under Article XII, section 1 of the Chikyuu treaty with the Imperium it states that: 'In the event of a rebellion in the Imperium, Planet Chikyuu and all its inhabitants will become a direct state of the Empire.'"

He paused a moment to let his words sink in to the legislators. A low questioning murmur began to ripple through the room, as legislators turned and whispered sharply to each other to see if anyone else knew the Duke's intentions.

Marron narrowed her eyes as she tried to unravel the game Goten was playing at. Suddenly, she realized that with the Empire in rebellion there was something Goten could do, would need to do in that situation. Gohan caught her sharp intake of breath as she realized what was going on.

"Marron what is it? What is he up to?" whispered Gohan.

She didn't get a chance to answer before Goten began to speak again. "Three weeks ago there was a coup at Imperia-sei. The Emperor was forced to flee. Therefore I invoke article XII, section 1. Chikyuu is now a direct state of the Imperium."

The murmurs this time around were much louder. There was a very worried timber to the voices now. Goten continued on despite this. "The presence of Sixth Fleet here at Chikyuu is due to the foresaid event. Chikyuu will be the base of operations for the legion until the rebellion is crushed. Your cooperation is required."

At this point the murmur went straight to outrage. The assembly exploded in shouting and talking.

"You cannot do that! You can't just walk in here and tell us what to do!" shouted one member. Others quickly moved to bolster this member's claim. The shouting went on for almost five minutes growing louder and louder. Goten simply stood there and looked out at the crowd with a look of utter contempt.

"As you are now under direct Imperial rule you are now subject to the laws of the Empire," he said. His voice, though it did not change in tone, changed in volume so that it rose over all the members wailing. "By the third amendment of the Imperial Constitution, if a parliamentary body is in conflict with the ranking noble then that noble reserves the right to dissolve parliament and invoke martial law. As the ranking noble and, as you all are, obviously, in conflict, I hereby dissolve this parliamentary body. Martial law is now imposed on Chikyuu."

Marron couldn't believe it and she saw Gohan and Goku both looking at Goten in utter shock. How could that be their brother, and son? Goten was basically saying that he was taking over as the ruler of Chikyuu. For their whole lives, Gohan and Goku had fought to keep Chikyuu free, so that people may live happily. Now, one of their own had seemingly turned on them.

The outrage was evident on the parliamentary floor. The legislators were going nuts. Without warning Goten powered up a ki blast and fired it straight into the loudest, most obnoxious group of protestors. It exploded sending the men flying and leaving a huge scorch mark on the wall there. Gohan shot out of his seat. He wasn't about to let Goten hurt anyone, brother or no. However, he felt himself grabbed and pushed right back down by Marron, who had already powered up as well. "Gohan, trust him… HE knows what he's doing." She knew why she was here now. Goten obviously expected her to keep his family under control. She looked over at Goku who was looking at his son with an intense anger.

"Goku… trust your son. He's a good man and always has been. Sometimes things can't always be done in a friendly manner," she explained. That man is going to owe me big…

"Marron… This is not how Goten was raised. What is going on?"

"Goku… There is a crisis, I… I don't know, I haven't asked him what exactly is happening. I should have, but I didn't. I'm sorry, but we have to trust him," she said hastily. She understood Goten's motivations. They were to save the lives of billions. In order to do so, he had to impose a few months of hardship on a few. That he would risk his ties with his family to do so proved to her, beyond a doubt that he was still a man who cared, not only about the Imperium as an ideal, but about the people as well.

"Alright, we'll see what happens. If Goten tries to be a tyrant though… No matter if he is my son, I won't let him do it," warned Goku.

"Just give him time… ok… Gohan?"

Gohan just nodded and sat back down. Marron let out a deep sigh, and turned to look at Goten. She saw him looking up at her with a small smirk on his face. That bastard knew exactly what would happen. He counted on me to help him… I'll… I'll…Marron was fuming.

"Silence," snapped Goten, when he saw that the situation with his family had been diffused. There was silence. "The next man who speaks without receiving permission will be sentenced to death. The Emperor is en route, and until he arrives I speak with his voice. My word is law. Any deviation of my orders will be construed as treason, and will be met with deadly force."

The silence continued. No one had the audacity to raise his or her voice. Goten stood at the head of the room radiating power. It took almost three minutes before one person drew up the courage to raise their hand. He acknowledged her with a nod of his head.

"Goten… What is your plan then to govern Chikyuu in the absence of parliament," asked Videl hesitantly, "and what about our rights."

"Minister Satan, You will address me by title," rebuked Goten. His eyes flashed downwards and locked with hers. Videl couldn't believe that this was the same Goten that she had known for all her life. He was not the happy, carefree Goten she knew. His dark gaze cut through her like a piece of obsidian. Videl was scared of this Goten.

"My apologies, milord. Allow me to rephrase. What will you, my lord, do in the absence of parliament?

"My dear sister. I would have you select a regency board comprised of four other members of this respected body. You may select at your discretion." Indeed, he knew he could trust her implicitly.

Videl brought her lips into a thin line. This was not what she expected at all. She was actually quite furious at Goten, and even more so now. He was making it seem like that she was involved in his little coup.

"Do you accept, Sister?"

Videl had no choice. She curtseyed and said, "I accept milord."

Later that day…

Bulma sat in her office pondering the events of the day. She had heard from her pet legislators about the takeover. It did not make her happy. The Sons think they can get away with this? she thought amusingly to herself. She was sure that this was a plot by Videl to usurp power using Imperial backing. This move, though, would not go unchallenged, nor would she stand idly by and let the Briefs family dwindle to obscurity. Videl, you just made yourself a few too many enemies today and we'll just see how you can handle it.

A little while later across town…

Trunks sat in the chair of his executive suite looking bored. He hated this idiotic job, and would have been much more pleased if he had been out playing polo at the club. Of course, he had heard the news of Goten's takeover. Everyone had by this time. The Imperial Soldiers that were outside this very building was a stark reminder of that.

How did that idiot of a Son get to become a Duke… this is just not fair! He thought to himself with envy. Goten surely must have had access to even more wealth than he and that annoyed him. They had been somewhat of rivals since they were little kids, even though they had been friends. Trunks had always been smarter and constantly had tricked Goten into using his superior Saiyan strength into doing things for him. It had been long established that HE was the boss of the two. Now things were different and Trunks didn't like it when people thought they could get the better of him. No sir, he was Trunks Yamcha Briefs, heir to Capsule Corporation.

"Mr. Briefs?" asked his secretary over the intercom. "There is someone on the video phone for you… the Prime Minister."

"The PRIME MINISTER?" Trunks shouted. "Why would he call me?"

"I… I have no idea, sir," replied his secretary.

"Ok put him through."

In front of his desk a hologram appeared. The aging Prime Minister's hawk-like face was clearly distinguishable. "Mr. Briefs… I hope I haven't called at a bad time. You are free, yes?"

"Oh… Prime Minister Whittlesby. Of, of course I'm free. How may I be of service?" asked Trunks hesitantly.

"Well surely you have heard the news of the coup led by the Son family?"

"Yes… yes… I have received news of it already. Prime Minister, why do you call me instead of my mother?"

"Because… Mr. Briefs, people like your mother and I… we are old. Our time is past, its time for new men like yourself to come forth and take up the torch in the upcoming conflict."

"Upcoming conflict?" asked Trunks. He had no idea what this man was talking about, but he very much liked the idea of taking up the torch, especially taking it from the hag of his mother. He really hated that bitch.

"Oh yes… you don't think the free people of Chikyuu will just lie down and take this do you? We will fight for our liberty and you Trunks Yamcha Briefs can help us win."

"I'm not sure about this… You are asking me to commit treason. I heard Goten's speech and I'm not about to mess with the Saiyans… especially if his father and brother are in support. Even Mr. Satan!"

"Yes… you see that's the problem. We can't do anything with the Son family's sheer power. They control the military, and are the most powerful beings on the planet… but we have an ally in the empire… the ones that the Duke labeled as rebels."

Trunks was thoroughly intrigued now. He didn't like the fact that Goten had pulled a fast one on him at his party the other night. He wanted to get Goten back, and what better way than to bring him low politically. It never occurred to him that there may have been bigger issues involved.

"What do you need me for?" he asked.

"You simply need to have one of your Capsule Corporation ships pick up four individuals on Imperia-sei and have them come to Chikyuu. They will take care of the rest."

"That is no problem. We have two ships there right now. They are both impounded though."

"Yes… they will be released, just make sure that you tell the Sixth Fleet provost to expect the ship with a crew of twelve, carrying whatever cargo you want."

"That's no problem… and if I do this… what's in it for me?"

"You will be made Governor of Scandia. It's a beautiful place, which requires little effort to run. You know about Scandia, don't you."

Oh Trunks knew about Scandia. Everyone knew about Scandia and the gorgeous women that were native there. Its lush tropical beaches, and pristine climate, made it the most exclusive resort spot in the world. He could have a lot of fun in Scandia.

"Ok… we have a deal."

"Very good Mister Briefs… I bid you good day then."

"Good bye, Prime minister." The vid screen flashed off and Trunks smiled to himself. He'd show up the Sons once and for all, and establish himself in politics. That would annoy his mother as well. She always tried to control his life by controlling his purse, but now he had an alternative. He'd make it out on his own and suddenly he found himself very aroused by that fact.

"Ellen," he said into the intercom, "I need you to do some things for me, but first come in here." He'd have to enjoy himself first, and then have his secretary go about setting up the prime minister's plan. As she walked in, he couldn't help but look lecherously at her svelte figure. He had definitely hired her for her looks as much as her skills.

"Anyone tell you, you look delicious today Ellen?" he said, fully aware of what he wanted. And what he wanted, he would get. After all he was Trunks Yamcha Briefs.

Author's note: Ok slowed it down… time to build up the suspense… setting up for the confrontation. Sooon… Sooon my dear readers they will meet. What will happen? No one knows!