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 has forgotten one vital thing when it comes to hiding among Alphas.


Alpha Royal

Chapter Three: Doctor in the House


Goten woke up again with Leta's assistance, he tried to give her his best glare but his bruised face made it too painful for the effort. Her eyes softened in apology, "Sorry about yesterday, but today we really are eating together."

"I don't get why you're here," Goten yawned as he shuffled into his uniform, "I thought the Prince didn't want me on his crew."

"Oh don't worry he still doesn't," Leta said with a cat like grin, "But the Prince is still a fair man, he can admit when he's wrong… well, most of the time. And he doesn't like leaving strings hanging loose. Plus you are the legendary Kakorot's son and a Halfling like him, I bet that gets you at least a little bit of sympathy."

He'd nearly forgotten that the Prince was like him, a man with a foreign mother. That explained his strange name and hair color. Not much was known about the Queen, that was only because some saiyans refused to acknowledge her as their queen. Their race could often times be stubborn and superior when it came to mixing blood. There were rumors that the King kept her locked in a room where she was his personal slave. Other rumors suggested she'd killed herself years ago, but no one in the palace mourned her death except her husband and son. Either way, Goten didn't expect she lived the same life as his mother, who had been happy the brief time she'd spent on Vegeta-sei.

He shrugged, "I don't need his sympathy."

"Spoken like a true Saiyan warrior," Leta cheered, "but you should be at least a little grateful. He's a good man, our Prince."

Once he was dressed she led the way to the chow Hall. As Trunks had said, only a few people were awake and eating. It was less than half the crowd he had seen the other day and the wait for food was nonexistent.

Sitting off at their own table was the Prince and the saiyan's from the other morning. Goten swallowed his stubborn nerves and followed Leta towards the table. Two food trays were already set out, ready to be devoured.

Trunks looked up at their arrival, greeting them with a handsome smirk. "Leta, you managed to get him to come. I guess Beet owes me his pudding."

"Dangit," the dark haired saiyan snapped, grabbing his frozen pudding and sliding it to the Prince. Beet gave Goten a halfhearted glare, "Seriously? You still trusted her after what she did yesterday?"

"Please," Leta sighed, "I can't take all the credit. Besides Goten's different," she wrapped her hand around Goten's shoulders in a friendly hug taking pleasure in the irritation that flashed across Beet's face. "He knows how to forgive and forget unlike some people I know."

"I will never forgive you for shaving my head." Beet snapped.

Leta's shoulders shrugged in dismissal, "Like I care. It grew back didn't it?"

"Goten sit down," Trunks urged, motioning towards the tray of food in front of him. Goten couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, Beet's words had an echoing effect that kept ringing in his mind. But the Prince wore the same, honest expression he had the other day. A look that he couldn't help but trust.

Goten sat down and quickly dug into his food. "So here's what's going to happen," Trunks started grabbing the black haired teen's attention, "Leta and Beet are going to show you how training works around here. They've promised to be on their best behavior," he shot them a look, both warriors batted their lashes innocently in response. "At least with them by your side the other Captains shouldn't give you a hard time."

There was no talk about if Goten was joining the crew of not. He assumed not based off how the Prince had reacted to the news originally, but that didn't matter. They were at least moving in the right direction, at least the Prince didn't seem to hate his guts anymore.

"Thank you," Goten said between a mouthful of eggs.

Trunks shrugged, "It's no problem."

"Your Highness, I think it's time for your private lessons." The saiyan named Axal said. Goten noticed the man was by the Prince's side again, where he always seemed to linger.

"Well time to go," Trunks sighed, he snagged the pudding Beet gave him with a fast hand, as Axal stood up. The Lavender haired teen pointed a stern finger at the two crewmates he was leaving behind, "Keep him out of trouble. Got it?"

"Alright Alright," Beet sniffed as he waved his Captain off, "Go have fun doing Princely things."

They watched the two leave, Axal leading the way as Trunks followed. Goten kept his eyes glued on the door even after they left. There was a noticeable difference in the Prince's personality today, and he wasn't the only one who noticed.

"Geez, what the heck happened to him?" Beet sighed as he crossed his bulky arms over his chest.

Leta shrugged a she helped herself to a second biscuit. "I told you he would get a soft spot for another Halfling." Goten whirled to look back at her, and she sent him fast wink.

Beet didn't look convinced, "No way, I bet it's because your Gohan's brother. The Prince can't get over his major hard on for the guy." He didn't even spare Goten a look as he added, "No offense."

"My brother?" Goten frowned, "I don't believe it."

"Neither do I," Leta chirped in, "Why would he want another Alpha when he could have any Omega on the planet. I'm putting my money down on this one, it's because Goten's half human." Her elbow nudged his side playfully, "It would explain how you're so squishy."

None of them mentioned that it could be because Goten landed a kick on their fearless leader. He wasn't so sure if that was the reason himself, but after their conversation with the other day Goten had been sure he'd seen the change in how Trunks treated him. He'd heard it in the other man's voice.

"Hey, I'm not squishy," Goten said. In comparison to other Omega's he was as firm as they came. At least he had muscle on his skin. But in the Alpha's training quarters, well… even he could see that his lean muscles weren't adequate. Muscles weren't everything though.

"Or the Prince just feels lousy because he has to look at that ugly mug," Beet continued, though his voice had the same level of light taunting that Leta's had. He pointed at Goten's bruised face and winced, "Seriously, what happened?"

"A Captain named Squral…" Goten didn't even finish before the two let out low whistles of understanding.

"Squral gotcha'?" Leta shook her head, "That explains it."

"Explains what?" Goten tilted his head as he looked around the table.

"I'm surprised your old man didn't tell you," Beet said, "He and Captain Squral go way back. Let's just say The Captain hates anything and everything that has to do with Kakorot."

"He apparently gave your brother a hard time too when he was here. That didn't last very long though." Leta added.

Goten couldn't believe he'd never heard of the man before, "What did my dad do to piss him off so much."

"Noooo one knoooows." Beet laughed as he dragged the words out and Leta let out a dramatic scream, acting scared. Goten found himself smiling and laughing with them. "But one thing is for certain, you should probably stay clear of him for now."

"That's why he's got us," Leta beamed, ruffling Goten's hair and stealing the cup of strawberries from his plate.

"Yeah with friends like you, who needs enemies?" sighed Goten.

"Aw look Beet," Leta crooned, "He already likes us."

Beet rolled his eyes and stood up, "That won't last very long. Come on new guy, time to bring the pain."


Forming Up was just a formal way of doing roll call. All the saiyans in the facility were required to be there and be in line from newest members to most senior. Which put Goten at the head of the pack. On all sides large Alpha's towered at least a foot taller than himself. He could feel their energy pushing outwards with little restraint.

A bald saiyan hovered above him, calling out the names. When he called Goten's the omega jumped in surprise and smiled, "Here."

"New guy is always smiling," the saiyan muttered as he checked off the name. It an hour to go through the list, there were 243 saiyans in all on the King's Elite force. Goten counted every single one of them, and perked when he heard a name he recognized from school or the news.

Form Up ended abruptly when the straight lines of all the attending saiyans just broke formation. Goten looked around, confused until he spotted a large form heading his way. Squral.

A hand grabbed his arm and yanked him from his spot. "You're with us today New Guy," Leta said as she dragged him to the back of the Quad where Beet was saving their place. Goten glanced over his shoulder to see if Squral was still there, but the Captain had disappeared into the crowd.

The majority of the saiyans immediately retired to the Chow Hall to eat, the subtle genius behind Prince Trunks' Crew eating an early breakfast suddenly became clear. Not only did it prevent them from waiting in line for their food but it gave them most of the quad to train in by themselves.

"Alright ready to start?" excitement lit up Beet's eyes as he bounced on the balls of his feet. "Goten, I know you weren't at the top of your game yesterday but you should be better today right? Minus the face?" Goten nodded in response causing the Alpha to clap his hands in excitement. "Great, then let's see what we're working with. I'll need you to power up as much as possible. "

Goten felt his jaw drop, "Really? I…" he stopped, cutting off the admission that he'd never done that before. "It's been a long time."

"It'll give us a good starting point. See let's see it." Beet said, as Leta came around and stood by his side. They both looked eager to see the teen's power. Goten only hoped he wouldn't disappoint.

"Alright," he said, taking a deep breath and moving into the best stance that would give him stability. Clenching his fists' he slowly let his power level climb, an aura of energy surrounded him, crackling and spitting like blue fire. Leta's head nodded in approval while Beet's expression didn't change.

He wasn't done though. His level kept climbing, Goten had never felt his power so high before. It was a present surprise, but he knew he could do better. The ground dented underneath him, his fingernails cut into his skin as his energy finally peeked.

The two saiyans in front of him looked impressed. "Not bad," Beet nodded, "Definitely a little higher then Leta over here."

Leta's smile fell, "We'll see about that. You got power Goten, now the trick is to see if you know what to do with it."

Goten shifted into a fighting position, the movement of his muscles along with the power coursing through them was euphoric. He couldn't keep the smile off his face.

Finally... Finally a real fight.

He sparred with Leta first. When they started, it had been awkward. Goten was used to girls who would rather kill themselves then throw a punch. He wasn't use to hitting a girl's soft skin or aiming a kick towards Leta's pretty face. But she was a warrior first, woman second. She smiled when she spat out blood, and dared him to hit her again.

Slowly the field filled as the warriors trickled out of the Chow Hall. Goten barely noticed, he concentrated on the corrections Beet called out to them. "Keep the tail tucked in tight. Check her openings, don't leave yourself open you dope! Leta stop using your fists so much, you got strong legs! Use them!"

At one point Leta paused, something caught her attention off in the distance as she sniffed the air. Goten saw his opening, and took it as he threw a hard punch to her gut, sending her to the ground. Beet called for a break after that. Both siayans were pouring sweat, Goten was gasping for breath but eager for more.

Beet threw them both ice cold drinks and brought them in for a huddle. "What the heck was that Leta? You know never to let yourself get distracted."

"I know," Leta snapped, her hands falling to her hips as she glared, "But I thought I smelled something?"

Beet frowned, "Are you serious? You let yourself get nailed in the gut because of food?"

Even Goten raised a brow, "I didn't smell anything."

"It wasn't Food," Leta let out a frustrated sigh before she looked around the field. Goten did the same, noticing a few of other saiyans had stopped what they were doing as well. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she said, "I thought I smelled an Omega."

Goten stilled as Beet laughed, "That's ridiculous, no Omega would ever come here. That would be suicidal."

"It was faint but I'm sure I smelled one." Leta looked worried as she added, "and it wasn't mated yet..."

Goten noticed the entire field had gone quiet. More and more saiyans were pausing to look around, their noses twitching and their bodies tense. Leta wasn't the only one who had smelled the Omega. A snarl broke out to their left, as two saiyans started fighting. Not sparing, but an outright fight. The loser yowled when his arm was ripped out of his socket. Only then did a group of Alpha's rush to break them up. Beet and Leta rushed forward as well.

"What's gotten into everyone?" A loud booming voice called over the field, it was the same bald saiyan who led the roll call.

Slowly, Goten began to inch away. He knew exactly what had gotten into them. He needed to get away before they figured it out as well.

His suppressants were wearing off. He was supposed to take them every day but in all the excitement Goten had forgotten. He didn't even have his suppressants with him. The thought never occurred to him that he would be kidnapped to the palace while grocery shopping. He shook off the thought, priority number one was to get away from the Quad before the effects of his suppressants wore off completely.

Luckily everyone seemed preoccupied, searching around for the source of the smell and growling at anyone who got in their way. It proved to be good cover as he weaved between the bodies, causing even more confusion with his growing scent.

When Goten made it to the entrance way of the palace he picked up speed and dashed inside, sprinting down the halls. Palace Guards passed him, armed to the teeth and heading towards the Quad, probably to break up whatever massive fight had broken out.

He didn't have much time before his cover would be blown. Goten needed more suppressants, fast! But the only place he could think of getting them was the Medical Wing. Even if Doctor Plume wasn't there, he couldn't ask for suppressants without revealing the truth.

His best bet was to search for the pills himself, however the odds of that succeeding still weren't good at all.


Luckily the entire Wing seemed abandoned. All the doctors had left to see what all the commotion was about down on the Quad. Suddenly Goten's chances were looking better. He tip-toed into the first office he came across. It was bigger than Doctor Plume's, cleaner and more luxurious looking. Lining the walls were cabinets filled with hundreds of small bottles. Greedily Goten moved towards them and started digging through the contents. He found anti-depressants, pain reliever, cold pills, some bottles that he couldn't figure out what they were used for.

His search grew more frantic as he moved onto the second cabinet. Goten couldn't believe something so small would be his reason for getting caught. Too soon, it was too soon. He hadn't done anything worthwhile, he was just starting feel at home. Running away was still an option; he could possibly escape the castle, and get home before anyone realized what he'd done. The thought terrified him, gritting his teeth Goten searched harder. He refused to leave. Not like this.

"Hello?" a female voice called from the doorway, sounding amused.

The teen whirled, half expecting to be pounced on by the Alpha who found him. Instead he stared at a blue haired woman wearing a lab coat and glasses that covered her bright blue eyes. Goten froze, thinking about the mess he had made, the scene she must be witnessing.

Then he realized, she wasn't a saiyan. There was no tail wrapped around her waist, and she was too petite to be a warrior. Her small mouth fell open in surprise as she asked, "Goku?"

"Er… no," Goten slowly stepped away from the cabinet, "Kakorot's my father, I'm…"

"Goten," she said looking amazed. Goten closed his mouth, shocked. He watched as the stranger looked up and down the hallway before closing the door to the office. His body tensed at the action but she gave him a reassuring smile, "Don't look so afraid."

"How do you know my name?" he asked, "and why did you call him Goku?"

"Because I only know him as Goku," she said extending a delicate hand towards him, "I'm Bulma. Your father and I go way back."

"Bulma?" Goten gasped, "As in Queen Bulma? Trunks' mother?"

Again she nodded, "What are you doing here? Goku told me you were staying in Tabler Town." Her eyes took in his bruised face and body armor, and Goten could see her piecing the pieces together. Somehow she knew who he was, and that could only mean…

"You're a fighter here? But you're an Omega..." sound realization lit up her face, "You're the Omega that was on the field?"

"Shhh," Goten gave her a pleading look, "Please, I'm sorry. I'll go home right away, this whole thing was just a big mix up. Just don't tell The King, he'll banish me."

Bulma's blue eyes narrowed, "He most certainly will not. Not if I have anything to say about it." She grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it close. "Now, it sounds like you have a lot of explaining to do young man. Starting with how you got here and ending with why you're rummaging through my cabinets."

"Your cabinets?" Goten blinked, "Are you a doctor here?"

"I head the research and development team for the Medical Wing." Bulma shrugged, dressed in her wrinkled lab coat she didn't look anything like Goten imagined their queen. But there was no denying she was a beautiful woman. He could almost pick out the exact features she'd passed down to her son. "Mostly it's a lot of drug testing and retrials, but it isn't so bad. Now Goten, honey, don't change the subject." Her smiled turned sharp, and Goten nodded.

"I'll… tell you everything, if you promise to help me," He said hopefully.

The queen's face softened, "Oh Goten, of course. Whatever you need. I promised you mother that the last time I saw her."

The Halfling perked at the mention of his mother. "How did you know who I was?" he asked.

"Oh please you look just like your father and brother, and I know for a fact they both aren't here. Who else could you be?"

"Well…" Goten looked sheepish, "The King certainly didn't know they were off planet. He sent the guards into town looking for dad. They mixed him and me up and brought me here, and well… King Vegeta offered me a place at the training academy."

"What?" Bulma tensed at the news, her lip curled into an angry scowl, "Ohhh that man. He thinks he can just pluck people out of their lives with no consequences."

"How come the King didn't know about me?" Goten asked, steering the conversation in a different direction, "I thought my dad and the King were good friends."

"You'll have to ask your father that." Bulma said, her jaw locking in a show a stubbornness, "I didn't even know Chichi was pregnant until after you were born. They invited me over for a visit, I brought Trunks. He was so little back then and Vegeta hadn't started his training yet." She sighed, "that was the last time I visited out there, and it was so long ago. But I guess Chichi wanted me to know about her omega son." Blue eyes focused on Goten, taking him in fully.

The teen blushed and looked away, "Please don't tell anyone. They can't know."

"Goten, you can't be here. They already caught a wiff of you in the Quad, and those Alpha's won't stop until they find the omega they've scented."

"My suppressants wore off," he explained, "If I could get some more this won't be a problem." He looked at Bulma, then over to the cabinets. Black eyes rounded in his best pleading look.

It only took a second before Bulma figured it out. "Oh no, I am not going to give you suppressants so you can run around with those egotistical macho thugs. It's bad enough my own son is one of them." She cupped her face in her hands, taking a deep calming breath, "Goku will kill me…"

"He won't know," Goten pushed, "at least not until I've gone on a successful mission. Please Your Majesty, I need to do this. If- If I get found out, I'll take the blame. They won't know you were a part of it, I swear."

The queen gave him a scrutinizing look, he couldn't blame her. If she helped him, not even her title would spare her severe punishment. Goten fully expected her to deny his request and march in to the King's throne room personally. But slowly, a smile crept across her face. "I can't say I blame you," she said quietly, "I wouldn't want to be an Omega on this planet either, the way they treat them is like we're back in the stone age. I try to tell Vegeta that, but noooo, its tradition he says. It's instinct."

She stood up and started towards one of the cabinets Goten hadn't yet torn through. Plucking out a small bottle without a second look. "Well I say screw tradition. Goten, it's in your blood to be a fighter. Look at who your father and mother are. I'll help you," she said finally throwing the bottle at him, "but only because I promised your mother I would make sure you were happy."

Black eyes blinked at her in confusion, "You… You did?"

Bulma nodded, "She knew this planet could be cruel to the Omega class. Being humans here, we both had to carve out our own places on this planet to be happy. You'll have to do the same thing." She grabbed a glass of water and a few other supplies. "Now take that pill quickly, and I'll clean up that face of yours, alright?"

Goten nodded, clutching the pill closely in relief before he threw his head back and swallowed it. Lady luck was being kind to him, too kind. Before anything else happened he pocketed the pills. He could almost cry once Bulma started applying ointment to his bruise and examining his tail. Her gentle hands carefully wrapped the sprain as Bulma asked him about his life.

He told her about living with his grandfather, about Omega school and the lie he told his grandfather. She seemed to know that his father was never around, "I've asked him, the few times we've run into each other how the house was doing."

"And what did he say?" Goten could hear the bitterness in his own voice, but Bulma didn't react.

"It's too painful for him, at least that's what I think. "she shrugged, "Your father isn't the same man I met 26 years ago. Times have changed us both."

Silence fell between them as Bulma continued to clean up his cuts and scrapes. The newer ones that he'd received that morning were barely aching, but it felt nice to have the pain reliever slathered across his skin. "Are you happy here Your Majesty?" he asked softly.

The queen's bright blue eyes snapped up to look at him. "Please Goten, Call me Bulma." She said before turning her attention to a cut on his arm, "and yes. I'm happy. I love my family and friends here. This life is very different than the one I had at home and I do miss my parents but…" Bulma sighed heavily, "I'm happy."

A quiet wave of relief rolled through him, "Good."

"And you're happy doing this?" Bulma asked peeking behind blue bangs to look at him.

Goten opened his mouth to tell her 'Yes' when the door to the lab opened. They both whirled to look at the newcomer and paused. "Trunks," Bulma greeted with a smile, "what are you doing here honey?"

The prince took in the scene in front of him while Goten drank in the sight of him. He was still dressed in the same light weather tank top from the morning and black cargo pants. The only difference Goten noted was the sword that hung loose along his waist. He was slightly out of breath when he asked, "Are there any more Doctors here?"

"They all went down to the Quad," Bulma said, "I heard someone smelled a Omega out there? Did they find him?"

"No," Trunks shrugged, "and good thing to, I doubt they would still be alive. It's a giant cluster fuck out there." His eyes slid to Goten, "did you get caught up in the brawl?"

"Er…yes," Goten answered, "I thought I'd test my luck and come here to find a doctor, get away from the smell." He waited with still breath to see if his suppressants had kicked in. Trunks entered the room, his body calm and showing no signs of notice.

"That was probably the smartest thing I've seen done all day," the Prince rubbed a hand over his face, scrubbing at his temples in frustration. "This whole thing has gotten way out of hand, Dad is down there right now."

"Oh dear," Bulma tsked, but she didn't look at all concerned, "Now I'm going to have to hear all about it tonight."

"The whole palace will be talking about it for at least a week," Trunks agreed, "Goten, are you doing better?"

Goten shook his head, "I'm fine. What about Leta and Beet, I lost them in the crowd."

Trunks rolled his eyes, "Don't remind me. I had to pull Leta off the back of a Captain, and Beet was pinned by a group of Palace guards. They both completely lost it." He looked grim, "training has been called off until this whole mess can be resolved."

"Well you should get back there," Bulma said, "I'll stay here in case anyone else comes around but you can bring down some ointment and wraps." She stood and started to gather a few supplies.

Trunks made his way over to the chair where Goten sat, eyeing his new bruises. "Looks like you got off pretty easy." He noted.

Goten laughed, "About time right?"

A smile pulled up the corners of the Prince's lips. Bulma hummed quietly as she walked over, her arms full of medical supplies. Trunks moved to take the weight, causing his mother to give him an appreciative look. "Now make sure you give it to the ones who need it the most, and don't let any of those sex starved Alphas push you around. You're their Prince, remember that."

A blush touched Trunks' cheeks as he nodded, "Alright."

"Take care, I love you" Bulma said. Her words caught Goten's attention as he watched the Prince's blush deepen.

Trunks' blue eyes scanned the area between Goten and his mother before he finally mumbled a quiet, "I'll see you tonight."

"Alright."

Goten jumped up as Trunks turned to make his leave. He gave Bulma a low respectable bow and rushed to say, "Thank you for all your help."

Bulma smiled, "No problem Goten, I'm always here if you need anything." She gave him a subtle wink before he scrambled to follow Trunks out the door.

"Let me help you with that." He offered, moving to take a few of the items out of the Captain's full arms before the other saiyan could utter a word. Trunks gave him a quiet look, gave the Prince one back. "What? Do you not want me to help you?"

"No, it's the least you can do," The prince said, his old tone of voice was back. He suddenly back the same man Goten had sparred with on his first day. "I mean you did leave your crewmates behind."

"You said coming to the Medical Wing was a smart move," Goten pointed out before the Prince's words caught up to him, "Wait… did you just say crewmates?"

The Prince smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "Shut up and come with me. Axal is watching those two right now, and when we get there he might need some bandages himself."

Goten beamed and Trunks rolled his eyes, "Aye Aye Captain"