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Shasti: Fic not entirely mine, continuing for little princess... For more info, read first chapter

Shasti: I'm not going to blabber too much this time, just enjoy reading this!

Chapter Three- A darker turn

The next morning Trunks woke up at seven. After he'd left the room yesterday he hadn't been called by Princess Bra at all. He decided to go to get some weightlifting done to keep his muscles trained. If cleaning was the job he had to do here his muscles would never get enough work out. He used some furniture as weights. There was nothing else he could use here.

While he was training he kept thinking of his new place. He never called it 'home' for the only home he'd ever had was destroyed by the very race he had to work for. He was too proud to ever call anything on this disgusting, violent, dark planet his 'home'. Besides, a home is a place where you long for after a long day of work or a long day of school. A place where your loved ones would be waiting for you to ask you how your day was and to spend time with you. Here saiyans -he couldn't even bear calling them 'people'- were waiting for him, but not to love him. No, they were waiting to command him, to make him do whatever they wanted him to.

If only he didn't wear that stupid collar. They already knew he wasn't a normal human, they didn't have such a high power level, and that made it even worse. They suspected he was a half breed and half breeds were even lower than slaves if possible. For most civilizations through out the universe it was forbidden to mate with someone outside your own race and if you DID mate an outsider, you were considered a shame to your race and your children would get spat on and treated like dirt. Nope, life sure wasn't like heaven for him.

How many times he hadn't tried to get his collar off. But each time he'd just get a huge shock as soon as he raised his powerlevel. The damned thing just wouldn't come off. But Trunks knew for sure that if it ever did he would take his chance right there and then, no matter who was around or how many he'd hurt. They'd already stolen everything from him, his pride, is home, his friends. His mother. She died trying to save him. He screamed trying to save her. He powered up as much as he can but it was no use. The new gigantic power he had felt the moment the energy beam hit his mother's body, the power he felt was huge, brief but huge. He couldn't control it though and powering up that much for the first time tired him out and now he was no longer a match for the invaders. He was exhausted and since that moment he had lost his freedom.

Trunks had thought about his past while training. When the maids brought him his dinner he finally stopped thinking and after his dinner he went to bed straight away in case princess Bra would call him. He had to be awake when she did.

He had set his alarm at seven so now he was awake. He had woken up at six too, a maid brought in his breakfast, but he'd fallen back asleep moments after she'd left. So now that he was awake again he got up and took a quick shower. For the first time in years he could decide for himself what he'd put on. Not that he had that much choice, all the clothes had dark colours, but it still was his choice. He decided to put on some black wide pants and a dark purple shirt.

After that he quickly ate his breakfast and went over to the princess. It was 7.30 now and he was standing in front of her door, not sure weather he should knock or not. Fortunately for him he didn't have to decide anymore as the princess came out at that moment. He bowed for her. "Good morning, your highness."

She didn't seem to be in a very good mood this morning. She didn't even greet him. She eyed him from head to toe and spoke. "Come on, we're going into town to buy you a haircut and some new clothes. Slave or no slave, as a princess I wish that my company looks decent."

Trunks wasn't sure whether that was an insult or not, but he decided not to think about it. The last haircut he'd had was seven months ago right before another slave auction. That was when his last master had bought him. He was actually glad he'd finally get another haircut. His hair was way too long for his liking (a/n: remember Mirai Trunks after he gets out of the time chamber ) and he hoped it'd be cut a lot shorter.

At the front doors of the castle they were stopped by Nappa. He bowed for his princess. "Princess, where are you going?"

Bra glared at him. "Not that it is any of your business, Nappa, but I'm going into town."

"Your highness, I have orders not to let you out of the castle by yourself. You know how the rebels are these days. It is too dangerous. I will send an escort with you." He turned around to walk back into the castle but Princess Bra stopped him.

"Don't even think about it! I'm not a baby anymore, I can take care of myself!"

"But Princess, I have clear orders from your father not to let you go all by yourself."

"I'm not all by myself. Trunks is with me."

Nappa looked at the boy and assumed that was his name. "But your highness, he's a SLAVE!"

"Yes and I'm the princess and you're a guard. I'm going Nappa. Tell father not to worry, I'll be fine."

"But."

"No buts, Nappa." Suddenly Bra put up her sweetest face. "Or would you like my daddy to make you head of the potato peelers?"

Nappa kneeled down. "As you wish, your highness."

Bra walked out of the castle smirking in triumph, followed by an impressed Trunks. She sure knew how to handle her own business. He didn't like what that Nappa said though. If there were rebels trying to hurt or even kill her they could get in a lot of trouble. And his collar still blocked his power a lot. Good thing his speed couldn't be blocked by those things. If there WOULD come trouble he could always use that to his advantage.

They were now outside the palace on their way to town. "Father is so over protective with me. He never let's me have any fun without an entire escort. You worked in the fields, you're strong enough."

"He's only trying to protect you, your highness. You're not only the Princess Royal, but you're also his daughter. And you wouldn't be the first one to be killed by the hands of your own slave."

Bra looked at him suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

"Slaves sometimes kill their master or mistress if they get the chance."

"So you're going to kill me?"

"That's not what I mean, your highness. I'm just giving you the reason why your guards won't trust me with you alone."

"Perhaps, but I still don't like it. I mean I'm almost sixteen! I can take care of myself, I'm not a baby anymore. And I'm a lot stronger than they all think I am."

"No matter how well you fight or how strong you are, there'll always be someone out there stronger than you. That's what keeps a warrior going and with all do respect, your highness, you haven't been trained to be a warrior. It is only normal your father is concerned about you."

Bra glared at him. "You're starting this too now?"

"Your father ordered me to protect you."

"So now you're going to tell me what to do too. Great. Just great!" She said sarcastically.

"As far as I'm concerned you can go wherever you wish, your highness. He only ordered me to protect you once you were in trouble. As long as you're not in trouble I cannot tell you what to do."

"You know just as well as I do that my father didn't mean it that way."

"I'm a slave, I'm supposed to be too stupid to understand that."

"Well, are you so stupid?"

"Would you want me to be, mistress?"

They had now arrived at the hairdresser. Bra opened the door and the two of them walked in. Immediately a male Saiyan with short spiky hair walked up to them. When he recognized the girl he bowed. Bra talked to the man and a few minutes later Trunks sat down in a chair to get his hair done.

The hairdresser immediately started to talk. "Hi, my name is Cram and I'm going to do your hair." Trunks rolled his eyes. Like he hadn't figured out that last part already. "Well, not too short, her highness said. I guess somewhere at the middle of your ears should be enough. What planet are you from? You look like an Asiagung, but you could also do for an earthling. I haven't seen many of those here, male that is, I only do the hair for the higher classes and they usually just have stronger servants and slaves. However Miss Barber has a slave that she said is from earth. I wouldn't have guessed it, though. His hair was just as black and stubborn as that of a saiyan, you could've fooled me. There was no way that hair would stay down. So eventually I cut it very short. Poor boy didn't like it all that much. He was a little younger than you I guess though I never really got his age. I also felt like I'd seen his face before somewhere but I don't. Wait a sec, Marin, could you come here a moment!"

A girl with short hair came walking up to them. "Hold this up for me please. As I was saying, I could swear I'd seen the boy's face before, I just couldn't remember where. But it was almost impossible since he was from earth and I don't get that many earthlings here. So I said to myself. Thank you dear."

The female left. "I said to myself, 'Cram', I said, 'it is impossible for you to have seen that boy before. He's an earthling and you usually don't do many earthlings.' That's what I said. I think that's a shame actually, their hair is perfect for all sorts of haircuts and I just love to experiment with it. You know, when I finished my hair studies I had to do one final project to get my diploma and I really messed it up. I used an Asiagung for my project. She had green hair when she came to me and when she left, her hair had about all the colours of the rainbow. I really messed that up but I could do the project over again and I still got my diploma. By the way, where did you get such a beautiful lavender hair? I've never seen anyone with this hair colour before, not even an earthling. It's really special. I'm sure Surfein would be jealous with you. He always wants what others have. The boy can't ever think of anything himself. Comes in here about every week to get a new haircut. Well, I don't mind much though, as long as he pays it's fine with me. That are the kind of customers that keep this business running. Well, I'm done. Check the mirror to see if you like it and I'll get the princess."

Trunks got out of his chair. Finally, the man was done. Geez, did he talk a lot or what. Trunks had just been listening half until the man stared talking about the kid from earth with stubborn hair. Could it be.? No way. There was no way that could be. It HAD to be a coincidence. right? Trunks tried to convince himself he was wrong. But he decided to remember that name, Miss Barber. Just in case.

Trunks walked up to the mirror. His hair was indeed a lot shorter now. It felt different too. It would take some getting used to but he liked it already.

Bra walked up to him and checked his hair from all sides. "That's a lot better. Thank you Cram, you know where to send the bill."

The hairdresser bowed. "Yes, your highness. Thank you very much for your visit. Goodbye!"

Trunks and Bra left the hairdresser. Now they were heading for the more expensive shops to buy Trunks some new clothes.

"What colour do you want?" Bra asked.

Trunks, surprised that he was even asked what he wanted to wear, didn't really mind much. "Anything but black." He answered confused.

"I love shopping without guards." Bra suddenly said. "Gets my head off of that Royal business all the time. I mean, I know I'm going to rule the planet and all and I really want to do it right, but sometimes I just want to be free again for awhile. Because once I'm queen I won't be able to do these things on my own again. Do you think it's wrong or selfish of me to think this way?"

Trunks didn't know what to say. She was talking about freedom. But how can you know what freedom really is when you've never experienced the other side? She had no idea how much he longed for freedom. REAL freedom. If that meant living her life he'd be glad to do that. At least others would listen to her and she could do about anything she wanted. She didn't have to constantly follow orders out of forced will.

"I'd say enjoy it while you still can, princess."

"Yeah. Well, let's go see if we can find you some clothes in here."

Bra really didn't exaggerate when she said she liked shopping. Trunks felt like he'd tried on about everything in the store that wasn't black and still Bra wasn't happy. They went to three other stores like that, buying all sorts of things, no black, before Bra decided they had enough.

Bra decided she was hungry and so they went to a restaurant to get some food. The restaurant wasn't as fancy as the hairdresser and the other stores were, but they still got very good service. A princess always gets what she deserves. After the huge lunch, all portions were served to feed a Saiyan so they were indeed huge, she finally decided that they'd go back home.

On their way back the suddenly heard a voice behind them. "If that isn't her royal highness, the princess herself." They turned around and saw five boys, about Bra's age Trunks guessed. The front one was obviously the leader of the group. He had a huge smirk on his face while his eyes were locked on Bra's evilly. The others just glared at the girl.

"Clyde," Bra glared at the boy, "shouldn't have expected anyone else."

"Not so high up now without the guards and the teacher to protect you, are yeh?"

"What do you want now, Clyde. Which part of the 'no' didn't you understand last time?"

The boy paced up to her, his eyes glared straight into hers but Bra didn't back off. She just stared harder at him now. He grabbed a lock of her hair and let is slide trough his fingers, never taking his eyes off hers. "You really think I'd want a slut like you?"

"I've never seen you with anything else then a slut. Tell me, what is the average you pay for them? One? Ten? I bet that for a little bit more even THEY can get better than you."

"Why you..."

Clyde lifted his hand in the air.

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Shasti: Alrighty then, the results for the Frieza question...

No Frieza: 6

Put frieza in: 2

Later in the story: 3

Shasti: So I guess I won't put frieza in then... Thanx for all your replies to that question! If you guys have ANY suggestions, ANY, just tell me... It won't come up until much later in the story and I'll have to discuss with little princess but... REVIEW!