Author's Note: First things first, I apologize that this story is unbeta'd. I try to do the best I can under circumstances. Second, I hope you all enjoy this, please heed the warnings- AND thank you all for the awesome reviews! (I'm sorry you had to wait so long- I have a few chapters already written, so hopefully that won't happen again.) Enjoy.
Disclaimer and Warnings: Mentions Mpreg, Heats, violence, swearing, and Alpha Dominated Society!
Timelines and ages are slightly different. Different world from the original DBZ world.
In This Chapter: Goten doesn't make friends and things are more dangerous then he originally thought.
Alpha Royal
Chapter Three: A Bad Start
"You need to wake up now," a feminine voice hushed, cutting through the dark room. Goten winced as it pierced his dreams and refused to let him return to blissful sleep. "Hey! Oh no, don't you dare turn around on me. Wake up!"
A sharp pain on his shoulder forced Goten's eyes opened. Someone had turn on the lights in his room, he blinked against the brightness and groaned. His hand came up to rub his sore shoulder when he realized a figure was standing over him. A female.
His vision focused on the girl, her hair was a thick mass of dark blue curls caught up in a low ponytail. Her uniform was dark purple spandex layered under the saiyan battle armor. She didn't look at all pleased to be in his room. Her pink lips pursed as she took him in, "Finally, I've been trying to wake you up for the last ten minutes."
"I'm sorry," Goten murmured as he tried to wake up. Dark eyes continued to blink owlishly at her as they adjusted, "...but who are you?"
The girl smile, "I'm Leta, Prince Trunks asked me to get you ready for today's practice. Now that you're going to join the crew."
The mention of Prince Trunks made Goten perk; he quickly sat up, ignoring the pang of ache that electrified his tail. The limb curled into his hand as he gave it an apologetic pet, there was a large bump where the brutish guard had grabbed it. Later he would need to go to the Medical Wing to see if they had anything to help the pain.
"We have practice today? I'm sorry no one told me what time to wake up, otherwise I would have been ready." His apology came out as a babble. The urge to impress the Alpha's was different from the usual Omega instinct to please. He wanted to prove something. Show the others that his skills were worth while. Still, Leta's words came as a shock. The purple haired saiyan had seemed adamant about Goten not joining, and it felt strange that the Prince would want him to come to a crew practice session on his first day.
Leta shook her head, her seriousness melted away into amusement, "Don't freak out, okay. It's still early, no one else is up but us."
"Oh," Goten paused at the words, "Well I guess that's better than being late."
"You bet it is. Here, if you're late its weight duty for a week." She made a face at the thought, "So get up now and I'll give you the tour."
"What about breakfast?" Goten asked, trying to keep the whine out of his voice. He hadn't had much the night before. A servant had brought him bread, but the chow hall was nowhere in sight Goten hadn't been able to find another source for food.
Leta smiled and winked, "Breakfast after we practice young cub."
A frown pulled at Goten's face as he kicked his foot out, trying to untangle it from the bed sheets. If it smacked the female saiyan on the leg- it was purely by accident. "I'm not a cub, I'm 17." He said, "you don't look much older."
"I'll have you know that I am 19." Leta pointed out her smile curving upwards, "and here you are a cub. We all have to do our time as the youngest members Gotan."
"It's Goten," he corrected pulling himself out of bed. Despite the burning hunger in his stomach Goten found it was easy to get up. His excitement hit him full force as Leta threw one of his uniforms into his arms. The Black spandex and a thin-shoulder strap armor plate were lighter than a feather in his arms.
She arched a thin eyebrow at the large grin on his face and watched as he scrambled into his battle suite. "What's up with you? New recruits usually aren't as cheerful as you this early in the morning."
"Really?" Goten asked as he grabbed his boots and pulled them on, "Then they're crazy. Who wouldn't be excited about being here." When he looked up, Leta wore a surprised look. Goten felt his heart stop, wondering if he'd given something away before she laughed.
"Alright you can save the sucking up for his Highness. Come on before we're late."
Goten followed the Alpha up and down too many hallways to count. The Warriors Ward was the part of the castle where all the Training and Elite soldiers stayed. There were thousands of residents but only the Elite class were allowed on The Quad to train.
There were just as many training rooms. The palace was the only place on Vegeta-sei that had Gravity Chambers a unique training device that allowed them to increase the pull of gravity for the room. The chambers had been an attributing factor to the Saiyans capturing planets that would have once been troublesome.
She showed him the Medical Wing, which Goten committed to memory. He would need to pay a visit to it later. The tour ended at the Chow Hall where the smell of breakfast wafted to his keen senses and made his stomach clench in hunger. Finally, Leta announced they were heading to training.
The morning was still dark when they walked onto the field. In the distance Goten could see three other saiyans standing in the middle. He was surprised when he caught the smell of freshly cooked sausage and as they got closer he noticed a plate of food sitting in Prince Trunks' hands. He nearly fainted in relief.
"Look who finally crawled out of bed," The Prince laughed as they approached.
Goten shrugged off the comment, his eye fixated on the food, "Please tell me that's for me."
"Nope," Trunks smiled, "this is for my crew, Leta missed breakfast so she could go and get you. The least I could do was bring her a plate."
Goten stared in shock as Leta left his side and grabbed the plate. "Thank you sir, you really shouldn't have," she laughed. Both looked completely satisfied as they took in the hungry half saiyan in front of them.
Black brows dipped in confusion as Goten stared back, "But you said breakfast happens after we train."
"For you," Trunks stated, "My father insist you join my crew but that isn't going to happen until you prove yourself to me. You're going to have a sparring match and if you win then you can have breakfast."
"How kind of you," Goten said sarcastically, he'd dealt with bullies all his life it didn't surprise him that that would change now.
One of the saiyans behind Trunks snapped to attention at the comment, like an angry dog he was by the Prince's side, ready to defend. "Is that anyway to talk to your future Captain?" he snarled. The saiyan wasn't much bigger than Goten, and he looked only a few years older. His military styled hair cut was short with jagged spikes. The usual style warriors wore so everyone knew exactly what they were.
Trunks only smiled, "Simmer down Beet,
Goten took in the group with a sense of reassignment. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't expecting something like this," he admitted with a small smile.
"So you're not as dumb as you look," The Prince laughed, "Alright Goten, get ready because your opponent is going to be me."
That did surprise the young half saiyan, his dark eyes widened but he couldn't suppress a noise of excitement. "If Your Highness wishes it," he said sweetly.
Trunks' body moved into a fighting position and Goten followed. The chit chat was over as the entire field went quiet. Trunks' crew watched with intense interest to see who would make the first move. Goten decided to move quickly before his hunger got the best of him.
He charged forward taking pleasure at the flash of surprise in the Prince's eyes. Goten threw a punch but even he could tell that his movements were sluggish. The lack of food and ache in his tail was slowing him down. Trunks dodged it easily and grabbed his fist, "You're going to have to be faster than that Goten."
The black haired teen frowned and kicked out, narrowly missing his opponent's leg. Goten felt his captured arm jerk back as Trunks maneuvered it behind his back. Pain raced up the arm, causing Goten to grit his teeth to keep in a yell.
"Well that was fast," sighed the lavender haired teen, the disappointment was clear in his voice. "I expected there to be a little more fight to you."
Anger dried up Goten's throat at the words. "There's more fight then you can handle," he snapped, jerking his body forward despite the pain in his arm. The leverage gave him enough room at kick out again, this time his boot landed squarely on the Prince's chest.
The grip on his arm let go and Goten quickly moved out of range, when he looked up both the Prince and his followers wore shocked expressions. He ignored the pulsing throb in his arm and tried not to think about the other aches and pain in his body as it moved into a defensive position.
"You-You hit the Prince," Beet gasped.
Goten arched a brow at him, "Well yeah, we're sparring." He tilted his head in confusion before turning to look back at the Prince, "Don't tell me I kicked you to hard."
The larger saiyan of the group stepped forward, he was older then all of them combined. His skin was thick and looked like it was made out of lizard's skin. The whole morning his mouth had been set in a firm line, devoid of all emotion. Now, Goten could see it was propped down in a deep scowl. His hair was dark brown with flashes of red that was only visible under the intense lamps the decorated the field. He was one of the oldest most intimidating saiyans Goten had ever laid eyes on, and he was stalking straight towards him.
The Halfling took an involuntary step back, becoming more and more unnerved as the man approached. "You dare strike your Prince," rumbled the saiyan's deep voice.
"I'm confused," Goten sputtered, "was I not supposed to hit him?"
The saiyan's red eyes widened in outrage, causing Goten to wince. He'd said the wrong thing, done the wrong thing. How was he suppose to know that when sparring with the Prince one wasn't supposed to actually hit him.
"Axal, leave him alone." Prince Trunks' voice was a surprise to the whole group. The giant paused immediately and turned to look at their leader. Goten did the same, the Prince had regained his composure and was staring back at him with cold blue eyes. "He's clearly not up for a fight this morning, so we'll chalk this up to hunger making him irrational."
"Irrational?" Goten seethed, "I may be hungry but I still know how to fight. You're just being a coward."
Axal grabbed the edge of the young saiyan's armor, his movement lightning fast as he yanked Goten forward. His voice was edged with a promised threat as he said, "The Prince is showing you a good deal of kindness, don't push it. I would hate to explain to Kakorot why he's one son less when he returns." He waited until Goten wordlessly nodded then tossed the boy back, "Now go get food in your system. The rest of the day will not be nearly as nice as this."
Nice? Goten thought in outrage as he watched the cowardly Prince and his . How could it get much worse?
The sun wasn't even up before his greatest dream became the worst hell imaginable.
Food, at least, always worked to cheer Goten up. He hurried to the Chow Hall, not surprised to see it full to the brim with hungry warriors. The line stretched along the outer walls, but it looked to be moving quickly. He fell in, squeezed between two massive male saiyans who held the rank of Captains.
It was every soldier's hope to reach Captain, once the rank was acquired; you lead your own crew on Planet Excavations. Achieving rank was a combination of skill, intelligence, and luck from what Gohan told him. His brother had become a Captain at 17, the youngest any saiyan was allowed to lead a crew. Prince Trunks became a Captain around the same time.
Goten eyed the rank greedily, wondering how long it would take him, if his lies never caught up to him. He knew, eventually everything would come to light. His grandfather would only buy his story for so long and eventually either his brother or father would return. Goten could only hope that by that time he would have already left for a Planet Excavation. A chance to finally prove his worth. He needed to leave Vegeta-sei, and he would, even if he wasn't on the Prince's personal crew.
The Captain behind him snickered suddenly before Goten felt foreign fingers pat his shoulder, "Well lookie here, it's the brat that stood beside the King yesterday."
Turning around Goten came eye to eye with the saiyan's name tag first, the block letters spelled out SQURAL, before he glanced up. The warrior was built like a tree with thick arms and chest, his skin was tanned dark brown. A noticeable scar ran from the man's forehead to his jawline. The Captain gave him a smile full of teeth, something a predator would likely give its meal.
Goten tried not to let his exasperation show on his face. He figured the Alphas probably had a system set where the freshest piece of meat would get hazed but this was getting ridiculous. He'd barely been awake for more than a few hours. "I don't want any trouble," he said, "I just want my breakfast."
"If you didn't want any trouble, you wouldn't have come here by yourself." Squral leered, "Your precious Prince of a Captain isn't here to protect you."
Not that he would, Goten silently thought.
"You know… I don't like your face boy. It looks too much like your father's." Squral narrowed his eyes downward.
"Well I'm not a fan of yours eith-" he didn't get to finish his comeback. A fist planted itself in Goten's nose, sending him staggering back. He gasped, feeling light headed from the blow as black eyes blinked up. Squral stomped towards him, his grin gleeful at the chance to land another blow.
Quickly, Goten pulled himself onto his feet. The hall erupted into chants and cheers at the sight of a fight. No one was going to back him up against a Captain, and worst, Squral would get a few friends to join in on his fun.
His odds weren't good of winning the fight, so he would have to run. "Sorry tummy," Goten murmured under his breath as he raised his hands to his forehead. He saw Squral pull his arm back, readying another attack before Goten shouted, "SOLAR FLARE!"
It was one of the only tricks his father had ever taught him and only because the man had been concerned over weak Omega of a son. The enjoyment he had felt as a child at spending one on one time with his dad had darkened when Goku bent low and whispered, "Now Goten, if an Alpha ever corners you, use this to get away."
At the time the words had stung, instead of teaching him how to fight his father had taught him how to run away. Goten never expected he would actually take the man's advice.
A blinding light filled the room, curses and screams echoed in the hall as Goten ducked to the side and managed to crawl to the door. Plates crashed in alarm, one nicked his arm giving it a shallow slice. Among all the chaos his keen hearing could distinctly make out Squral's angry howls.
Once in the hallway Goten made a quick getaway, sprinting down the marble floors like the wind. He didn't know where he was heading, but there had to be somewhere, someone in the palace, who didn't want to beat the life out of him.
"You're lucky, it's not broken." The doctor said as he continued to poke and probe at Goten's face, "But you'll have a bruised face in a few hours. I'll give you some ointment from the Planet Katal, by tomorrow both your tail and your nose will be right as rain." The old man smiled as he wrote down the prescription.
Goten sighed in relief, happy to have something go his way, "thanks Doctor Plume."
It hadn't been long after his escape from the chow hall that he realized the only place where he stood a good chance not to get beaten up would be a one area in the palace where they healed. In the Medical Wing he'd met Doctor Plume, a small alien doctor whose race was known as the best healers in the galaxy. He had wrinkles on his small face, and beady eyes that needed glasses to examine Goten's tail. But his touch was light, the Halfling barely noticed he was holding the aching limb until the doctor announced it sprained.
"Oh don't thank me, I'm use to patching up the new guys. Though the Captains usually wait a few days before they pounce." The doctor's worn grey eyes glanced up to take Goten in again, "you must have made quite the impression on them."
A shudder raced down Goten's back, he forced a laugh, trying to ease the tension in his body. "Sometimes you just can't help it."
"Well, from now on try to keep a low profile," Plume said before giving a look that tried to be stern. "Now, since you're new here I'm going to have to start your records." He took out a small tablet from under the medical bed Goten sat on and readied a pen. "Name, Goten. Father…"
"Son Goku… or, I guess Kakorot." Goten answered, temporarily forgetting his family rules. At the house his father was Goku, a name he'd grown attached to during his short stay on Earth, outside the house he was Kakorot. His saiyan name.
Plume's eyes squinted before he looked up, "Kakorot? Yes… I definitely see the similarities." He observed, "but Kakorot only has one son I thought."
"Nope, he has two." Goten gave his most confident smile as he covered his lies by half-truths.
"Odd…" Doctor Plume continued as he tapped at the tablet, "Your name isn't coming up in our records."
Goten froze.
Records, how could he forget about records? All saiyans had them, of course the Alpha and Omega collections were kept separate. He didn't doubt that if the doctor kept looking, he would find his name, just not in the Roster of Registered Alphas where it belonged.
Goten quickly jumped off the medical table, startling the doctor with the abrupt movement. "I'm sorry," he stammered quickly, "I just remembered I…er… have cleaning duty. I have to go."
"But your medicine…"
"I'll pick it up later, and we'll finishing signing me up the next time I have a broken nose. Okay?" Goten quickly shook the doctors tiny hand before inching towards the door, "Really you were a great deal of help. I just don't want to get in anymore trouble today."
"Well alright," Plume said slowly, clearly confused by the sudden change in his patient. "I'll have the ointment ready for you if you come by tomorrow."
"Thanks Doc," Goten's body was already out the door, he gave a feeble wave before dashing off.
Adrenaline pumped through his veins at the close call. Silently Goten berated himself for the mistake. He couldn't afford another. If they found he was an Omega before he actually got to do anything worthwhile then it would have all been for nothing. Lying to the King and stepping on to land forbidden to Omega's were all crimes punishable by death; at best he'd get banishment.
Goten bit his lip at the thought, the risk of coming clean to anyone was too great. Even to Doctor Plume who had seemed like a genuine guy. From now on, he told himself, Medical Wing is off limits.
His stomach made a pathetic noise, sounding as if it had given up on trying to get its own's attention. Goten groaned placing an encouraging hand against his abdomen, "I want to feed you but right now we have other things to worry about." He told it.
"What other things?"
Goten paused in mid step at the question, a second low groan threatened to work its way up his throat as he realized who it belonged to. Prince Trunks. He took a deep breath, hoping the air would calm his stomach down, before turning and giving the saiyan royal a deep bow. "I'm sorry I didn't see you there Your Highness."
"Whatever," The Prince didn't sound at all concerned with him, stepping out of one of the many training rooms that lined the wall. He motioned for Goten to stand, and as soon as the halfing lifted his head he saw Prince Trunks wince. "Shesh, what happened to you?"
"A Captain decided to say hello this morning." Goten mumbled moving to duck his head down again. He could already feel the skin pulling tight around his face, bruising as he spoke.
The older man moved forward until they were standing nearly chest to chest. A warm hand lifted Goten's chin and tilted his head up for inspection. The Prince made a sympathetic noise, "Geez, usually they wait until the newbies get a little more settled in before roughing them up."
"Yeah," Goten pouted, "So I've been told."
"Well you don't exactly blend it." Trunks shook his head, finally letting go of Goten's chin, "I mean, looking exactly like your father and all." Blue eyes studied his face before moving down the rest of his body. Goten tensed when they lingered for a moment on his tail, still noticeably swollen from its rough handling. "Did you go to the medical wing?"
Dark eyes narrowed at the question, "Who are you my mother? "
"I'm a Captain, that rank pretty much makes me the mother of every soldier here who doesn't take care of himself." Prince Trunks said evenly. He didn't say that he was specifically Goten's Captain, something the younger teen did not miss.
Goten bit his lower lip and looked away, he couldn't handle one more blunder in his already hellish day. His stomach gave a loud grumble, it's final dying breath it seemed, and heat blossomed across the teen's cheeks in embarrassment.
The Prince was oddly quiet for a moment, "What? Didn't you eat breakfast this morning?" the tone wasn't sarcastic or mocking. It was a sincere question.
Goten didn't met the other man's eyes, "No. I had to make a choice between eating my own teeth or not eating at all this morning."
A loud huff escaped the royal saiyain, "Alright, come with me." It wasn't a request, like his father, the Prince didn't make request. He made orders, and to insure those orders were being carried out he grabbed Goten's slender wrists and dragged him down the eastern hall. "There should be no one in the chow hall right now, so you can eat in peace."
"I don't need you to drag me there," Goten pouted, "I'm fine. Seriously!"
"I'm part of the reason why you didn't eat this morning," Trunks answered, "It would be irresponsible of me not to clean up my messes."
Goten let out a surprised squawk, "Now I'm a mess?"
"Shut up," Trunks said, but when he turned his head a smile was playing at the edge of his lips, "I swear, do you always talk this much?"
"No…Yes…." Goten answered after he thought better of it, "What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be training with your crew?"
"They have mandatory ranks," Trunks shrugged, "and I usually train by myself."
"I'm sorry about earlier," Goten muttered quietly, "Someone didn't hand me the rule book on how to fight the Prince."
Trunks snickered, turning around and giving him an approving look, "Father did say you've been living under a rock so… you're forgiven." They turned into the Chow Hall where the smell of food nearly made Goten's knees buckle underneath him. Only the Prince's strong grip kept him on his feet and moving.
"Sit down before you fall down." Trunks said, "I'll get you some food."
Goten didn't have the energy to argue, he took the open seat that was closest to him and waiting. The Prince came back in less than a minute, his arms full of wrapped up snacks and water bottles which he dumped in a heap on the table. "Eat up."
A blush colored Goten's cheeks at the display. He'd never been offered food by an Alpha outside of his family before. Such an act was a part of the courting process. He buried that thought quickly and tore into the first nutrition bar.
His stomach twisted painfully as he began to fill it up. The Prince barked at him not to eat too much too fast and Goten found himself following the order. Slowly, with some water and sustenance filling him up, his pain subsided.
"You don't have to eat it all," Trunks took a seat in front of him while Goten ate, watching with a bored expression as he made small talk. "What's the hurry anyway?"
"I have to get back out for training," Goten said after swallowing an entire bag of chips. The Prince's attention perked at the mention of training.
"Well, it looks to me like you've had enough training for the day." The older saiyan waved a hand to indicate Goten's face, "I suggest you go back to your room and recover for tomorrow."
"Are you sure?" Goten eyed him suspiciously, "This isn't another prank?"
"Not another prank," Trunks nodded raising his hand in the two finger salute Vegeta-sei's warriors used as a show of honor and respect. "My word as a Captain."
Slowly Goten nodded and he watched as a slow smile crawled across the Prince's handsome features. "Alright then, I'll leave you to your recovery. The best time for breakfast is in the morning at 6:30, beats the rush. Form up and training begins at 7:30, don't be late."
"I won't."
He watched as the Prince stood up and left to go and do his princely duties. A ball of hope edged its way into the halfling's filling stomach before Goten pushed it away. The show of kindness may have saved the day but he had to remind himself it wouldn't have started so badly if it wasn't for the Prince's actions.
As far as he was concerned, Prince Trunks was still a jerk and a coward.
