My Immortal
By: Cabalistic
Disclaimer: Me no ownie da Dragie Z.
Lavender Point of View
Chapter 5Trunks shivered and pushed himself further into the corner. He could hear the grumbling of the other prisoners from outside of the bars of his cage. In his small confined area he was tied up, and the struggling for hours didn't help. He blew his lavender hair back and sighed. The prisoners were not the best of companions for the moment. They spent the time while he was struggling mocking him, saying things like he was going to be in front of Frieza's army or going to fight the legendary Prince Vegeta who had disappeared after his mother did.
Trunks, unlike most other kids his age, did not worry or whimper over his mother. He had seen his mother in action and trusted that she would be rescuing him any moment. But the dream had given up after the heavy door was slammed. He wasn't sure about his mother blowing up a door but the dream did seem possible. Still, he couldn't help but keep himself further away from the other prisoners, who were currently fighting over the leftovers of food from the icejin soldiers, that was usually thrown down every hour or so, with the food came a new victim. Trunks, being the son of a princess, they had kept him in a separate cage to keep him from talking or getting beaten up by the other prisoners, that were older than him.
Trunks shrugged it off. He believed that with all the training his mother gave in he would be able to defeat them but all the same he preferred to be alone. The doors were suddenly opened with the bright light streaming through and someone was pushed in, but the doors bolted shut before anyone could get out. Trunks sighed and shook his head. Had it been an hour already? He lost track of time. The new victim was pushed to the back and slammed next to Trunk's cage. He apparently had black hair, black eyes and seemed the age of Trunks. Trunks glanced at him then nodded. "I'm Trunks."
The boy looked at him and grinned, "I'm Goten." He stuck one of his hands through the bars of the cage and Trunks stared at him and bluntly said, "I can't get over there." Goten stared then glancing his bindings, sheepishly said, "Oh, sorry." It was quiet. Then Goten looked up with a puzzled look on his face, "Why are you in a different cage?" He asked innocently. Trunks stared then sighed. "I'm the son of the Princess Bulma of Orga.." Goten had a bewildered look on his face as his onyx eyes stared at Trunks again, wondering how a kid his age could be a prince. "Wow, really?" Goten asked, eyes widening.
Trunks looked at him then shrugged, "Yeah, sure." Goten pushed the question further, "Is it hard to sit in a throne all day?" Trunks looked at the kid like he was crazy. "I train. I'm not lazy." Goten grinned. "We saiyans train too." Trunks wedged further in the corner. He was a saiyan? Was he mad that Trunks was an Orgathan? "Um, are you mad?" Trunks asked. Goten looked shocked. "Mad at what?" "Mad at me for being an Orgathan." Trunks looked down. Goten stared then laughed. "How could I be mad at what you are? I think being a sorcerer is cool! Dad thinks the same way." Goten flashed another grin. "What's it like having those powers?"
"… sometimes it's kinda hard to control." Trunks said, smiling. "Does it hurt?" Trunks searched his mind for an answer. "Sometimes, but mostly not." Goten looked amazed. "Co-o-ol…" Trunks changed the subject, uncomfortable about having it on him. "How's a saiyan life?" Goten shrugged as he seated himself next to the barred cell. "Mostly we train. And eat." He laughed. "We eat a lot." Trunks was amazed. "How much?" Goten counted his fingers then said, "A lot." Trunks laughed. Goten reminded him of Violet.
--(Flashback)--
Violet swung her feet back and forth, sitting on a swung. She had purple hair that was in a long braid going down her back, that sailed in the wind. "Hey Trunks!" She sang out, falling over and making Trunks laugh. "I wish you could come with me and dad, we have so much fun, you know, selling things your mom makes."
Trunks gave her a side-ways look, "You know how they are, right?" "Violet grinned, her front tooth missing, "Yeah, they're all 'lovey-dovey'."
"Wonder why, I mean, because they already had kids." Trunks wondered aloud, making Violet giggle. "That's because they're not married. If they were married, they probably just be friends."
Trunks looked up and into the starry night and said, "My mom asked me if we were make good brother and sisters."
Violet shrugged, "Why would she ask that?" Trunks gave her another sideways look. "Because she might marry your dad." Violet laughed and jumped off the swing. "They wouldn't marry. They miss their old mates too much to do that." She laughed again.
Violet was sort of careless of that sort of thing, Trunks thought silently. "Do you remember what your dad was like?" Violet asked, turning her intense purple eyes on him. Trunks stared then shrugged. "No. Mom said he left before I was born."
Violet laughed again. "Maybe he was Vegeta, you know, the saiyan prince." Violet said in a teasing tone. Trunks gave her a bewildered look then laughed, "Na-aw..."
--(Flashback over)--
Violet was just as innocent as Goten, which was probably why Trunks hadn't seen her for over 2 months, when they regularly came to Orga at the end of the month. He wondered if her disappearance had a connection with his capture. He shrugged it off.
Goten looked behind Trunks and asked, "Is it cozy in there?" Trunks smirked and said sarcastically, "Snug as a bug." Goten grinned.
"So are you connected with the Prince?" Trunks asked. Goten's eyes widened and he looked away. "He's kinda mean so I don't like talking to him. Most of us try to avoid him." He murmured. Trunks leaned against the corner. "Oh, sorry." Goten flashed Trunks another grin. "He trains all the time so he makes avoiding easy. Besides he doesn't like us 'brats' anyways. Much less have a brat of his own." Goten laughed. "'Sides he doesn't even want a mate."
---(back to the camp)---
Vegeta had his fists clenched at his sides, his face unreadable in the firelight as Bulma prayed quietly that he would just accept her and Trunks. He stood across from her and in front of the fire.
"I-I... have a... a b-brat..." He said, staring blankly in the fire. Bulma sighed and put her face in her hands. It was hopeless. He would probably swat her aside and choose another mate besides her. She should have stuck to her boyfriend...
Vegeta's gaze suddenly bored into Bulma's face and she reddened. "You didn't t-tell me..." He whispered, in the dangerous tone he always used when whispering. She sighed and said, "I didn't think you'd accept us." They didn't notice but the rest of the group quietly walked away, deciding that this was a private time between them. Vegeta's eyes narrowed "What do you mean, not accept you?"
Bulma covered her face and felt tears sting in her eyes. "Because you... you have all those other girls to pick from why would you want someone who already has a child?" She yelled, slightly muffled between her hands.
It took a second for him to walk around the fire and crouch in front of Bulma, face inches away from hers. His strong arms were wrapped around her in an embrace. "I may not remember all of my past, but I do know that I used to like you." His armor was a rough material that scratched her cheek but the embrace felt like it was years ago, only stiffer. Her vision blurred with tears.
She turned her head to look at him, his face beautiful in the moonlight. His eyes glistened as they stared into her sapphire. "D-don't leave me..." She whispered.
Vegeta rested his chin on her head, "I don't plan to."
A/N: Yay! I finally wrote a long, detailed chappie!
Tell me if you'd like the way I used to write it or this way.
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