I would just like to say SOOOORRRRRYYYY to everyone to keep you waiting for so long, especially to little Princess for not updating on this fic for such a long time. I've just been very busy for the last year, but two weeks from now, I'll finally get into writing my own part for this wonderful fic. Starting from chapter 12. So I've just updated to let you know that I'm not dead or a vegetable or something.
Disclamer: I don't own DBZ and I DO NOT entirely own this fic, only continuing it. I'll be writing my own part soon so yeah… Keep reading or else.
Chapter Eight:Bra and Trunks had decided not to speak about the training Trunks gave her outside the training room. Or better; Bra ordered Trunks to keep his mouth shut. Not that Trunks wouldn't have done that anyway, he wouldn't want to risk getting caught and being sent to the dungeons again.
Unfortunately, after that day they didn't get a chance to train for a few weeks. King Vegeta came back the next day, seriously injured. Trunks didn't know what happened to him. Of course he heard the rumours that went trough the castle, but they were so different. Everybody was shocked and fear seemed to rule their emotions. And what happened in those times was that everybody made up their own story of how heroic their king had been and how low the attackers were. Most saiyans agreed that whoever injured their king, he had to have attacked from the back because, of course, their king was a super elite and no-one was able to harm him if he was on guard. Let alone injure him this much!
The day the King returned injured, Bra had been with him all the time. She hadn't summoned Trunks once so he spend the whole day training in his room. It was not like he had anything else to do. As a slave he was not allowed to leave the room unless he was told to.
He wasn't very worried about the King. In the palace they had the best doctors that lived on this planet. He was pretty sure the king would be safe. And besides, he couldn't care less about the kings health. He had hated the man from the very first moment he set eyes on him. The disgusted look he'd given him made clear that the king would rather get rid of this 'scum' as fast as he could. It was Bra that talked her father into buying him.
Anyway, the next morning Trunks woke up very early. His clock told him it was 5 o'clock in the morning and he wondered what had woken him at this hour. Breakfast wasn't going to be here for another 2 hours! He just wanted to turn around to get back to sleep again when he heard his name.
"Trunks, are you awake?"
Trunks sat up straight and blinked once. It took his mind a moment to recognise the voice. 'Bra!' She was talking trough the intercom. Or rather whispering.
"Yes, princess?" he answered, trying to hide his irritation for being woken at this hour.
"You are?"
"I am now, your highness."
"Oh. Well……… I was wondering……… Could you come over to my room?"
Trunks blinked. Why would she want that? He thought a moment about asking her why, she didn't sound in the mood to get angry now, but he decided against it anyway. Maybe she just didn't want to be alone or something and in that case she would never admit it.
"Eh, now, your highness?"
"Yes……… No……… Well, I mean……… just give me a minute to get dressed or something. I want you here in 10 minutes."
"As you wish, your highness."
Trunks sighed. He was still feeling a little bit tired from yesterday's training. Even though he didn't have any real weights or special machines to train in, but he hadn't had a long, descent training in awhile so he was pretty tired when he went to sleep early in the evening.
Trunks got up and walked to the bathroom. He had 10 minutes to get dressed himself and he was glad for that. He slept in nothing but his boxers so he was glad he had some time to dress at least a little bit descent. No time for a shower though. Good thing he had a long one last evening.
Ten minutes later Trunks knocked on Bra's door.
"It's open." She barely whispered.
Trunks opened the door to find the princess sitting on her bed with a picture in her hand. She seemed to be trying to hide her sadness, but it didn't work. She must've figured that out for herself because she sighed and decided to let her sadness trough.
Trunks wasn't sure if he should walk up to her or speak to her or something. This was he first time a mistress was this emotional around him. Normally they wouldn't allow slaves to see them this weak. It might make them over confident or something and they could try dangerous things.
So what was he to do? Stay formal? Offer his shoulder? He didn't feel much for that last option. He didn't want to become 'close' or anything and he sure didn't want her to think that he wanted that. So he decided on the only option left. "You called for me, princess."
She looked up, a little confused, but then blinked and motioned for him to sit down next to her. He did so, but he kept distance. He somehow didn't trust the situation. And he didn't trust her. He'd learned not to trust his mistress at any time, he'd learned it the hard way.
"Did you hear about my father?"
"I've heard rumours."
"It happened the same day he left . . ." she began, never getting her eyes of the single picture in her hand. "They say he ad just left the common room of the ship to retreat to his private room . . ."
Trunks glanced at the picture she was holding. His eyes grew wide as he saw what was on it. It was King Vegeta, only younger. It was possible that it was taken even before Bra was born, because he looked very young. He was an adult though. He wasn't wearing anything formal. He was wearing (a/n: no, not a pink shirt either, though it would be nice. Unfortunately it just doesn't fit. :P By the way, this is the part where I changed my opinion on writing it. Read on.) one of those blue and white armours the guards in the castle were wearing. He looked so . . . Normal.
But that wasn't what surprised him so much, it was almost as if he KNEW this man. Like he'd seen him before or something. He just didn't know where.
". . . and then they finally made it back here."
Trunks shrugged. He must have seen this man for somebody else. He turned his attention back to the princess who was just done telling her story.
"Oh Trunks, what if he doesn't survive? The doctors say he's in a bad shape. Or what if we get attacked now? He can't fight like this!" Her eyes held a desperate look as she finally turned them away from the picture to look at her slave.
"Don't worry, princess." Trunks said with an acted soothing voice. "Your father has the best royal guards around him who would protect him with their very own lives. And the doctors here in the castle are the very best of the best, are they not?" Bra gave him a thankful look when he continued. "Your father will be fine. It's you I'm more worried about."
"Me?"
"Yes, princess."
Bra looked at him suspiciously. "Why would you be worried about me?"
"When I look into your eyes, my princess, I see not only how you deeply care for you father, but I also see how much you resemble him. You are so much like him, but yet I see you doubting. Like you are afraid of what is to come when you must take over this planet and rule it. You shouldn't be afraid, princess. Your father will not die and even if he does one day, you will be a grat ruler because you have his inner strength and determination. All you need now is to trust yourself."
Bra blinked at those words. She had never expected this. And from a slave! A lowlife, dirty, useless, tall, cute, handsome, sweet. . . AHUM! She quickly lowered her gaze away from his eyes and rested it on his chest. He wore just a tank top, probably because of the early hour, and she couldn't help noticing again how muscular he really was. Suddenly the memories from two days ago flashed back in her head and her eyes saw once again all those moves he made that day during their training session. How she had wanted to touch his chest back there and drown in those beautiful eyes of that male. She had had a very hard time keeping her tail in check or it might just have moved towards a certain slaves leg to tickle him there.
Damn it, this was really getting out of hand.
Bra tore he gaze away from the slave as she felt her cheeks getting red. She had to take more distance of this boy, SLAVE, before anything bad happened. 'Mental note to myself: HELP!'
Bra's confusion made her completely oblivious o the fact that trunks mentally blinked too. 'It's you I'm worried about?' Where the hell did that come from? And how in the world could he have said it to her? He didn't care for her, she didn't care for him! He was a slave, she was a princess. He wasn't worried about her.
When he thought his words over he realized he had been bluffing. He knew this girl for what? A week now? He had no idea what she or her father was like and all he had seen in from them made it clear to him that they were totally, completely, one hundred percent (a/n: The parent trap! 'That girl, is without a doubt, the lowest, most awful girl that ever walked the planet! LOL) different. He wondered if she would believe him.
Suddenly Bra sighed. "It's awfully early, isn't it?"
Trunks just gave a slight nod.
"All right, you can go back to sleep now, I'll be fine." She got up and put the picture on her desk.
That was it, no 'I'm sorry, no thank you, no nothing. Oh well, that was the life of his rank. Trunks got up and started back to his room where he decided to get all the sleep he could until he was woken again.
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