-1Arms Of The Angel
Chappie 6
Don't Push Trunks' Buttons!
By
Bulma
-Next Morning!-
-Trunks!-
Trunks awoke in his new accommodations. He didn't have to be at work til 8:00am in the morning, but this is his first day, his first day at his new life and new job. So he actually slept into 6:30am and what's better was that he wasn't called in the middle of the night to get the shit beaten out of him. But he quickly gotten dressed, ate, and went in early at 6:45am in the morning. And as anyone could possibly imagine the surprise of the staff in the cafeteria as he showed up 2 ½ hours early before they opened for work. But were happy to let him work. Not only did he cook, but he also helped served when someone asked him because they needed a quick break.
But however, Trunks' good start was going to head to the pits. Apparently some snot like 4th class Saiyans heard about the new guy and how his food is the best tasted in years. So the group headed down there and took the largest table. A female server came up and asked what they would have. They gave the order and no less than 5 mins it was served. The leader of the of the group was Manmor. He was going to be the main one to raise hell today.
To go by Saiyan Laws, it is illegal to hit anyone above your class and under no circumstances. This also goes for Kitchen slaves and workers. Penalty for this is a trial. If found guilty by the King or Prince of Saiyans, they will be sentenced to a fight with a 1st class Saiyan elite. Should you survive, and then it is up to either the King or Prince if they will allow you to live or die. And this Manmor was going to have fun with the lowest of new Saiyans around. He took a bite out of his food and spat it back out. "What are you trying to do? Poison me! Send it back and redo it once again! I'll report you if you do not!" he cried outraged.
He did this several times, 13 to be exact. Each time, Trunks perfected it better than the last. And every time he felt he was going to beat the shit outta something. Then the 14th time arrived. The excuse was that the decorative leaf was crooked. This sent Trunks over the edge. He threw down his spatula and stormed out into the cafeteria. Everyone saw this and backed away from him. His ki was skyrocketing. Trunks dangerously narrowed his eyes at the table where the group that was causing him so much trouble was. Trunks tore off his apron and threw it slamming at the table, making it shake. He looked directly at Manmor with blue, intense fire in his eyes. The fire of his Mother.
"Listen to me fuckwad! Clean your ears so my words don't go from one ear to the other!" he hissed. "Excuse me?" Manmor asked coyly. "Where I come from, weaklings devour pieces of shit like you for breakfest. I am tired of you fucking with my first day. I can understand that I'm the new guy and I know I'll be getting grief for a while, but right now, you don't have to fuck with me. So eat the damn meal or so help me Kami, I'll end up losing it half way down your throat as I shove it in there with my fist." Trunks used a deadly tone.
The room was deathly silent and not a word was spoken. Practically everyone held their breath, as the threats seemed pretty clear. Manmor didn't take his eyes off of Trunks. He leaned over and grabbed the meal. He personally dumped it on the floor and then stood as he stepped in it. "Boy, you need to watch that mouth of yours. You forget your place. I am of higher status than you and I'll treat you like shit and fuck with you if I feel like it. There is not a goddamn thing you can do about it."
"Oh but that is where you are wrong. I can do something about it. The only thing is that I'll get punished. However, if it means taking you out of the gene pool, I'd say it is worth it." Trunks smirked. Everyone gasped. They knew that smirk from anywhere. Prince Vegeta's infamous smirk was his and his alone…just who was this boy? "You are not going to do a damn thing to me!" "Oh? Am I?" Trunks chuckled as he raised his fist back and knocked him right in the face. Manmor went flying through 5 tables, 3 walls, 4 Saiyans, and 1 puppy. (AWWW POOR PUPPY!)
Mouths hung open and all stared wide-eyed at the 16 year old. "Anyone else want to fuck with me today? I'm gonna haveta ask you to leave and if you challenge me, my ki energy can go over a 1,000 times of what it is right now. So speak up? Who wants to fuck with me now?" No one spoke. That is until guards showed up and took him to the dungeon cells. Trunks sighed as he was taken away. ("Good job idiot! One day here and all ready your behind bars! Now how am I gonna get to talk to Dad?") Trunks thought in desperation. Things were not going as planned.
-Vegeta! -
Vegeta, who was in the middle of his early morning meditation was disburdened by a very high, angry, and powerful ki in the kitchens. At first he thought it was Kold's or one of his powerful men. Instead, he sensed it was Saiyan. ("What the fuck?") He thought. "Sire…we have news from the mess hall." his royal guard Koji informed him. "It's about the Ki I'm sensing isn't it?" Vegeta asked. "Hai sire. It's from a 16 year old half breed boy that goes by the name Trunks.," he stated. "He started working Kitchen duty yesterday. Apparently Manmor and his team decided to give him a rather rough time. So instead of taking it, he only hit him with one punch and killed him. Not to mention he left major property damage."
"With only one punch?" Vegeta questioned. "Hai sire. One punch." "This is no Kitchen Servant. Where is he now?" "He is in the holding cells. His trial is this afternoon." Vegeta smirked. "This should be interesting." "There is only 2 more unusual things about him as well." Koji continued. Vegeta raised and eye brow. "Well…what then?" "He claims his power can go beyond what we have felt." "Hmmmm…and of the other?" "Witnesses claim that when he smirked, it was the identical image of you sire." Vegeta nodded, but inside he was speechless. Who the hell was this boy! ("I can only hope he survived. I want to know what this boy is hiding!") he thought.
-Afternoon!-
Trunks was brought in the middle of a giant coliseum. It was packed with Saiyans that came to witnessed the boy with unbelievable strength and much resembled their Prince. How a half-breed be so powerful was news to them. But upon a much more higher and elegant part of the coliseum was his Father and a few chosen men. Trunks' eyes grew wide as Son looked upon Father after many years of dreaming of this day of where he would meet him again. It, however, was rather hard for him to believe that this angry and unhappy man before him was the same person from his memories.
In his memories, his Father was happy, proud of him, and…warm? Here he was angry, cold, and incased in icicy stone. Vegeta peered down at the boy. His Royal Guard wasn't kidding, the boy was almost identical to him…well except for the discoloring. He didn't seem a bit afraid. Only, curious about his surroundings. Then they met eyes. He sensed the boy, then he did sense something more of shock…and then was he afraid… of him? Somehow, this struck a raw nerve with him. As if he wanted to pardon him for his crimes and hold him. ("What the hell did that emotion come from!") Vegeta thought bewildered.
"Boy named Trunks, you are sentenced for trial for crimes of killing, threatening, and striking a Saiyan above your class. How do you plead?" Vegeta asked as he signaled for the crowd to quiet down. His voice echoed over the coliseum. "Guilty and Innocent!" Trunks replied. Vegeta raised and eyebrow at this. "Explain yourself." "Yes I did kill him and I do deserve what I get…but I am innocent to this as well. Isn't a Saiyan supposed to defend their honor, pride, and Kami given right to live? The law that prohibits a Saiyan to take shit from assholes is wrong and goes against the law to defend ones self. If it is a crime to live and not take shit from another, then let me be guilty and charge me to the full penalty." Trunks spoke with reason and grace as he spread his arms wide open.
"You speak wisdom well beyond your years Brat. I'll give you that. For the voice of reason, that law will be changed. However, you did commit the crime under which that law is still in full effect. So you serve under it, I do hope you take pride that you shall be the last to serve under that law. Should you beat the elite, I'll allow you to live and you shall be given the rightful status as my Royal Guard as you will work with Koji." Vegeta told him. "This fight, this trial, this who situation is fruitless. It is not my mission. My mission is to get away from Frieza and the wrongs he has done to me in the future and here in the past." Trunks called out. Vegeta was speechless, along with the rest of the crowd.
"Boy…you will fight and should you succeed, you will explain your words." Vegeta finally spoke. "Before Trunks could respond, he was thrown in the air from behind a buffed up Saiyan 1st class elite. "I don't want to fight you! I'm sick of fighting!" Trunks cried as he stopped in midair and floated above him. But the elite charged at him. Trunks quickly turned Super Saiyan and only tapped the elite in the back of the head, detransformed, and then the elite fell the ground unconscious No one could see this since he was so fast…well everyone except Vegeta.
Trunks landed upon the ground once more. "Anymore shit I have to go through before someone finally listens to me?" Trunks demanded. "TAKE HIM TO MY CHAMBERS AT ONCE!" Vegeta bellowed. Trunks let out a sigh as he was tackled, tied, and dragged away to Kami knows where. ("Why me?") he thought once more.
-Vegeta's Chambers!-
Trunks was left in his Father's chambers. "Why me? Why didn't I stay in the future? Why the hell did I have to come back here! Oh that is right! I HAD to save everyone! I HAD to bring my parents together so Mini-me could be born and so I don't disappear! I HAD to stop this pain and the pain of others! Why didn't I listen to the selfish part of me!" Trunks groaned as he hit is head on the wall. However, he was interrupted by a voice being cleared at the door. Trunks ceased his mid-head banging and turned to see his Father standing there with a questionable and confused look.
"Whenever you cease your…head banging. Kindly explain yourself?" Vegeta smirked. Trunks let out a sigh and took a seat. Vegeta sat across from him and they faced each other. "My name is Trunks and I come from 17 years in the future. Believe me or not. I don't really care. It wouldn't help if you didn't since I am here to destroy Frieza from the future. He came into the past to fix a few bugs and lets leave it at that. He found the Kold's and they are after Bulma. You don't' know her yet, but she is of great importance to me and to you. Don't ask why. I just know. Anyway, kill me or let me live. One thing is for certain, without my help, history is gonna repeat itself, only this time around, it will be far worse than where I come from and that's pretty bad.
"And where do you come from Brat?" Vegeta asked. "A hellish place where Frieza rules all and dominated the universe." Trunks replied. " I see…we will most certainly are going to need your help. So that means killing you is ruled out. However, we are way ahead of you on the Briefs plan. We are trying to track the Daughter, Bulma. She had not been caught. But never mind that now. I'll explain it to you tonight. I want you to get to your new quarters. Koji will show you. Rest up and prepare yourself for your first mission tonight." Vegeta explained. "Mi-Mission!" Trunks questioned confused. "Yes Mission." "Great. Can't wait." Trunks groaned.
C'ya
Bulma
PS. Moment Of Zen!
Bryon: Okay this is what I want on my tombstone when I die!;
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