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Drafted Chapter Two

Goten groaned as he sat up- or moved since apparently he was suspended in a thick blue liquid which could only be a regeneration tank. But that didn't make sense since regeneration tanks were reserved for the upper ranks…

Immediately his eyes shot open and he began to struggle against the walls of the tank in an attempt to find a way out. He banged around the edges until finally a figure appeared before the glass. He knocked on the glass furiously as the other Saiyajin simply rolled their eyes and disappeared from his vision a minute before the liquid drained out of the tank. "What is it with some Saiyajins never staying in the whole time?" he muttered writing something done on a pad of paper.

"What's going on? Why am I here?" he demanded grabbing the other Saiyajin by the front of his shirt.

The other Saiyajin sighed as if this happened all the time- which it probably did, none the less he tapped Goten's hands until he let go.

"You're here because you sparred with the king's royal guards, beat them, then sparred with the prince, and lost. And you needed to be healed to take up your duties as royal sparring partner."

His mouth dropped open. It was like a bad dream he couldn't wake up from. He turned around and looked at his hands, the hands of a warrior. His pulse still beat. And he wanted to keep it that way. "Ah! Yes, that's right. I suppose I'd better be going then!" he said walking to the door quickly. He moved his hands to open the door- right before it slid open.

Before him stood the prince. He stumbled backwards as the prince smirked.

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It wasn't often that he found an opponent that interested him. In fact, the only sparring partner Trunks found worthy of his time was his father and his father was away on diplomacy meetings far too often for his tastes. He often resorting to sparring his royal guard, they were almost enough to make him break a sweat if they worked together.

But that wasn't enough. His father's royal guard was a relatively good match when he fought all of them at once but his father didn't appreciate having them all in the regeneration tanks when he needed them as visual aids for royal prestige.

Then he heard about him, Son Goten. Apparently he'd beaten his royal guard with the same ease he did apparently after a quip one of them made about what he'd like to do the boy's pretty face- or with it. The moment Trunks saw him in the corner of the cell expertly seeking out his ki signature he could say the sentiments were mutual.

The boy would make a good sparring partner, and he might even last a little while. Trunks smiled at the thought as his father's royal guard went to retrieve the boy. He'd made a quick job of starting a fight. Not so quickly however as he finished the fight. When the normal prison guards realized what was going on, they foolishly attempted to intervene and in the end he figured he'd have to end it before the angry Saiyajin hurt himself.

When he went to restrain him however, he was both irritated and pleasantly surprised when he lashed out catching him on the jaw. Though his new sparring partner was strong and had defeated the royal guard, he was clearly not in his head, and that was a weakness.

Trunks had quickly put an and to that, by knocking him out. And now he had come to the infirmary to retrieve his prize. The boy looked at him with wide dark eyes filled with recognition and terror. It was enough to make the prince smirk. And he did.

"Well now. It seems it's official now, you're to be my new sparring partner."

He looked over Goten appraisingly. The boy had healed, fully and quickly. "Look!" sputtered Goten putting his hands up. "I'm not strong enough to fight you! I'm only third class and-"

"Then you'd better learn really quick," replied Trunks. "Because I don't like looking at weaklings, even pretty ones like you."

Goten's eyes cooled quickly and Trunk's smirk grew slightly. He'd hit a sore point. "Is that what this is about?" hissed Goten. "My pretty face?"

Trunks walked up until their noses almost touched. "Don't flatter yourself. Whores aren't half as valuable as sparring partners, no matter how pretty they are."

Goten almost let out a sigh of relief before Trunks grabbed his collar yanking him forward and crushing their lips together. Caught unawares Goten stood stiffly enduring the rough kiss for a bit before shoving away from Trunks panting. "What the hell! I thought you said you wanted me as a sparring partner!"

"I do, but there's perks to you being pretty. If you want to stop me, by all means, do, but your being, weaker than me, won't help you at all. If you can't be useful to me in one way, I'll make you useful to me in another," said Trunks walking out of the room.

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When Goten got home, he made a point of slamming the door. If he was going to be furious he might as well give everyone a warning. "Goten!" cried a familiar voice. Within seconds his mother was hugging him, her tear stained face pressed against his shoulder. "I was so worried about you!" she sobbed as his father walked in, standing in the doorway.

By the tired lines under Kakarot's eyes, Goten knew it was true. His body untensed slightly. There was no need to cause them further worry. "I'm sorry Mom, I got into a bit of trouble, but every thing is okay now." he said hugging her back.

"I heard you were going to be one of prince Trunk's sparring partners! I was so worried!" she said wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

He stiffened. "I…Kind of am," he murmured.

Her eyes widened right before she burst into tears and his father sighed, slapping his hand to his forehead.

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