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Chapter Nine: Work

The following days Trunks had a lot to do. Bra spent a lot of time with her parents so she left Trunks with a lot of work most of the time. She just seemed to want to keep him busy and the jobs became more and more. She hardly spoke to him at all or even looked at him, though. She often let him know what to do by sending Sissy or another servant to tell him. It didn't bother Trunks at first, he was kind of glad that she decided to be al little more distant because she had come a little too close for his comfort, but now he started to dislike the way she treated him. Just giving orders, nothing else.

Trunks knew he could have expected this –and he should have. He was Bra's first slave so she probably just found out that she was getting too close, but somehow it still started to hit Trunks harder than he wanted. She was also his first master who was about his own age and he felt comfortable being around her like he'd never felt before at any masters. Of course, it wasn't really a friendship relation they had, but it did start to become very close to that at one point.

But right now, that all seemed so far away.

Trunks sat on his bed in his room. He just wished that for once he could get that damned collar off so that he could see how strong he really was. He remembered that back on earth he was able to do that weird transformation where his hair would get all yellow and he would get really strong. He remembered sparring with Goku, Gohan and Goten and how they would all come together and make tag teams every Saturday morning to see which team was the best.

Trunks let his body fall down on the bed. How he longed back to being free once again. But he'd probably never be. In a little while, weeks, months, maybe years, the princess would have enough of him and he would be sold to the highest bidder once again. He just hoped he could avoid breeders for as long as possible, but he knew that with his lavender hair that would be difficult. He had been surprised that he wasn't with a breeder right now.

A breeder was a man who would buy slaves for the sole purpose of producing children. Trunks had been with one before when he was twelve and he'd hated it. The treatment was very bad as was the food and he was forced into having sex with girls he didn't even know. Those were memories he'd rather not recall. He was just very lucky not to be left with any strange deceases or anything.

Trunks sighed as he looked at the ceiling. Everything was so big in this palace. Of course, they'd had a big house too, but compared to this huge building capsule corp. still seemed so small.

The communicator beeped and Bra's voice sounded. "Trunks, come over to my room."

"Of course, your highness."

Trunks walked over to her room, wondering what she wanted this time. When he entered she didn't even look at him. Sissy was present too. She smiled at him.

"I want you to listen carefully, I'm only going to say everything once." Trunks didn't even bother to nod, her back was turned towards him anyway.

"There will be a dinner at this castle tonight and you will be there as my personal slave." A dinner? "My mother and father will be there too, all with their own personal slaves. You are relieved of all duties until I come to get you. Clothes will be brought in a few minutes. Sissy will explain your duties and help you with your clothing. I know I have been very easy with you so far, but tonight I will not be. Mistakes shall not be tolerated and they shall be punished immediately so don't even think about anything but following orders. This dinner is important so don't mess up. Understood that?"

Trunks blinked. That was a whole lot of information. "Yes your highness."

She turned around and glared at him. Then she walked up to him and slapped him across the face. Trunks was stunned, but he decided not to react. "That reaction was too slow. And from now on you will address me as 'mistress, understood?"

"Yes mistress." Trunks replied as fast as he could, avoiding another blow.

"That's better."

At that moment there was a knock on the door. "The clothes, your highness." A rich accent sounded.

"Alright, I'll leave you with Sissy now." Bra walked up to the door and opened it, but before she left she glanced at Sissy, who simply nodded.

Trunks looked at all the stuff they brought in. Not just clothes, but chains too? He wondered what that was all for. He had never seen most of the stuff they brought in, but then again, he never had to be at a formal dinner before. When everything was inside, the men left.

"Close your mouth, you're not a fish, are you." Sissy smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, I just. . ."

But Sissy stopped him before he could finish. "Don't worry about it, I'll help you out. Come over here."

She showed him the normal clothes and told him to put them on. He could change in the bathroom.

Trunks did as she told and when he was done he went back to Sissy. He glanced at the clock, wondering what time Bra would come back to get him. Sissy saw him glancing. Don't worry, we have an hour left before she'll be back. That's plenty of time to explain everything.

Sissy started with the chains. A big ring went around his middle. On each side of the ring were two smaller rings and another ring hung in the middle on his back. The middle ring went around his neck and the other rings around his upper and lower arms. They weren't chained together so he could still move freely. They were, however, pretty tight and uncomfortable. Trunks moved his arms in effort to get the chains to fit better, but it was no use. They just made a lot of noise.

"That won't help." Sissy stated the obvious. Don't worry, you'll get used to them."

"why do I have to wear them anyway?"

"It's an old custom," Sissy explained while she put black bonds around his ankles, "If a slave tries to run away, he'll be easy to chase down with all the noise he's making." Trunks nodded. Why did that have to make sense?

"I'll explain a few things now." Sissy sat down on the bed and indicated him to sit next to her. "You'd better try to remember because I'm not there to help you out if you mess up and nobody else will do that either. If you really don't know what to do, just watch the other servants. They'll have more experience than you do."

"Tonight you'll be working as Bra's personal slave, or personal servant, whatever you like to call it. You will follow her a few paces behind, close enough to hear her orders, but not too close. They are higher than you and therefore you are not considered pure. At no means may you touch her, unless you'd have to save her life of course. Same goes for flying. If she would start flying you are to follow her from the same distance on the ground. But don't worry, she won't fly unless she's dancing at the after party and then you'll be standing on the sidelines where she tells you anyway. Get that so far?"

"Why would I have to save her life?"

"Well, you know about Freeza being dead and the universe being in a lot of commotion, right?" Trunks nodded. He'd heard some things like that, yes. "Well, saiyans are very strong and other races envy that. They could be planning an attack tonight for who knows what reasons. Also, more and more rebellion groups are formed here on the planet and most of them want the king to step down for their own reasons. It's just a hard time for the planet and King Vegeta just happens to be the ruler at this bad time. Personally, I don't think he'll step down soon, he wouldn't want to leave his daughter with a messed up planet at her age and. . . Whoops, I'm rambling." She laughed.

"But you shouldn't worry about attacks too much, the security around the castle is very tight, especially at occasions like these. Nappa is very good at organizing security and he will check everything himself. He's the only one Vegeta completely trusts so he'll be taking care of everything."

Trunks nodded and Sissy continued with her story.

"You're not allowed to talk without permission. Bra is your owner so her orders supersede everyone else's. However, since the king will be present too, and Bra's only sixteen and therefore underage, his orders will ALWAYS, remember Always, go first. The king loves his daughter more than anything in the world, though he won't show it. He'll probably give you some orders just to check you out. React as fast as you can but make no mistakes, okay?"

"And what about the queen?"

"Bra's mother is only queen by name, officially she's a princess and she's even below Bra. This is because else if the king were to die, she would come to rule the planet and she could decide to give it to someone else. That may not happen because the royal bloodline is the purest line there is and the planet has their hands. So orders from Bra supersede those of her mother."

Trunks nodded.

"You will not touch the food, if you get hungry, ignore it. You will not get anything to eat until you're back in your room again. Your job is to make sure Bra always has something to drink. You don't have to serve food at the table, other servants will do that, but you do have the job to make sure Bra gets everything she needs. She's underage so you do not give her alcoholic drinks. She won't try to get one herself either, it would look bad and this dinner is too important to mess up."

Sissy looked at him. "Did you get all that?"

"I think so, just follow Bra's orders or King Vegeta's orders and make sure Bra gets what she needs."

Sissy smiled. "You make it sound too easy, believe me, it's not. You're lucky the party will be held here because for going outside there are a lot more rules to add. Any questions?"

"Just how many guests are coming today?"

"Not so many, somewhere between the ten and twenty guests, depends on whether or not they bring their mates tonight."

"Do they all have their own slaves?"

"At least one for every minister, yes, but I don't know if their mates will bring their own too. Some families 'share' them at nights like these, others want to be fully taken care of and bring one servant each to the table. They often bring more than one to the castle, though, the other servants will have different jobs. You might even find servants at the party you hadn't seen at the dinner."

Sissy told him to use the bathroom now, he wouldn't be able to go later. When he came back she started to describe some situations to prepare Trunks as much as possible. The first time was always hard.

Finally that feared knock on the door came and Bra walked in, dressed in the most beautiful way Trunks had ever seen her. Her hair had curls and it was put up lightly. She wore a blue/green dress that brought out her figure in the best way possible. She wore thin, white gloves and had several ornaments. Of course, she also wore a golden crown to indicate her as Royalty.

Bra looked at Trunks.

"Time to go."