Author's Note: Hello again lovely readers! Wow, I am so happy/excited about the sweet reviews you all wrote. There was so many with the last chapter! Keep them coming, they really help motivate me! I apologize that this story is unbeta'd. I try to do the best I can under circumstances. I hope you all enjoy this, please heed the warnings-

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 is challenged! Both by the Prince and by Squral.


Alpha Royal

Chapter Four: The Prince's Challenge


Seeing the twin black eyes on Leta and Beet's faces was different than hearing about it. A pang of guilt hit Goten at the sight that greeted him at breakfast the next morning.

Both their heads were hung low over the breakfast table while Axal's dark eyes glared at them. Things were strangely quiet as the two tried to eat their meals without wincing. Their eyes, apparently, weren't the only thing that had taken a beating. Bruises the color of dark clouds decorated their cheeks and jawlines, making it difficult to eat. Trunks and Goten sat across from each other and watched the scene in morbid fascination.

When Beet had to bite into a piece of steak and eggs, a low hiss of pain escaped him before he clamped his mouth shut. Leta turned to cover her preening smile. In her mind, she had clearly won some sort of game. Axal also smiled at the younger saiyan, a slow curl of the lip that made Goten's tail tightened around his waist. "Sore?" his gruff voice asked.

"No," Beet's reply was little more than a mumble as he grabbed a spoonful of oatmeal.

With the silence of their own table hanging over head it was easy to hear the chatter of the few other saiyan's in the chow hall. Everyone was still talking about the other day's fiasco. Goten couldn't help but feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at the reminder.

Behind him a young saiyan could be heard bragging to his fellow crew mates, "The scent passed right by me. I probably would have been the one to find that Omega if Gaupe here didn't step on my tail."

Goten's entire body tensed as another fighter laughed, "Well Orrang, I think I did you a favor. Aren't you already courting an Omega?"

Orrang snorted dismissively, "Yeah, his father is an Admiral on the Council. I'm hoping he'll put in a good word for me when it comes time to promote."

"Sneaky," another crew member said, his voice full of envy.

"This place is all about how you play the game," Orrang continued, "and Omega's are just another part of that game."

"Well I don't care who's family that Omega was from he smelled good enough to eat. If I got my hands on them I would…"

Goten forced himself to tune out the rest, concentrating more on the mushed eggs left on his plate. Though suddenly his appetite had disappeared. He managed to push down any thoughts of what would have happened if he had been caught. There was no need to remind himself of the horrors that would happen to him with so many Alphas around.

It wasn't an uncommon story before the invention of suppressants, An unmated Omega caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. In an area full of potential mates, Alpha's tended to become more aggressive than usual. They would actively fight one another for the chance to claim what they perceived to be their own. A few times the Omega died in the process, and when that happened the Alpha's just went about life as usual.

Suppressants allowed unmated Omega's to walk about freely without having to worry about rape every hour of the day. Since Goten could remember his classes preached to always have their suppressants close at hand. The only exception to this rule was when they were ready to officially take a mate, then they would have to detox their bodies and lock themselves indoors for days on end.

If he were mated it would be different. His mate's scent would cling to him and let everyone know to stay clear. To act on another Alpha Saiyan's mate was worse than cutting off their tail. By law it was punishable by death.

In truth the whole cultural behind his race made Goten feel ill. The planet was riddled with saiyans like Orrang and Gaupe who only saw a means towards an end. Someone with connections, someone to have the cubs, someone who would cook and keep the hearth warm. Goten refused to let himself be shoved into any of those categories.

As the son of Kakorot he was so much more than a political tool. He was a fighter, first and foremost.

"Disgusting," Beet said beside him, causing Goten to look up from his breakfast and take notice in the furious dip in his brows. "Gaupe is just as disgusting as he looks."

Curious, Goten glanced behind him to look at the small crowd of saiyan's he had eavesdropped on. It was easy to pinpoint the voice he'd overhead that belong to Gaupe. A large, chubby saiyan with a bowl haircut and barely growing facial hair. He didn't look particularly young, but his armor did make his body look like a rounded tank.

"Some people just don't know how to treat an Omega," Leta said, purposefully raising her voice in hopes of catching the other table's attention. "Honestly, we're not animals."

"Not fully," Beet added with a smile, "but that isn't to say that when I do find my Omega I will probably let the Beast out."

"Well of course," Leta purred, "When you find your soul mate its only proper that they see that side of you." Her eyes were dreamy for a moment before they slanted over to Trunks. "That is, of course, unless you're our fearless leader here."

"What?" Trunks asked calmly, barely able to hide his smile, "What does that mean?"

Goten couldn't help but perk up as well at the comment. Beside him, Leta sighed, "Only that you're more career driven than any prince should be."

"Yeah," Beet agreed, "You could have any Omega on the planet at any time and yet here you are…"

"Sitting in Battle Academy…" Leta chimed in.

"With us."

Goten stifled a laugh, while Axal practically growled at the two. Trunks' shrugged his shoulders easily in response, his smile still curling the tips of lips upward. "Just because I'm Prince doesn't mean I shouldn't work for what I have. Honestly, having an Omega around would just be another distraction. I can't give them and my men the same attention. It wouldn't be fair."

Oh. Goten's jaw went slack at the explanation, his heart gave a pathetic flutter against his chest. A new found respect began to form for the Prince.

"Ah," sighed Beet appreciatively, "and that is why he is our leader."

"Barely batted an eye yesterday while all the other Alphas were going crazy. Our Prince truly has no sex drive." Leta shared a laughable look with her crewmate next to her.

"We all smelled the Omega," Axal said, speaking out for the first time in the conversation, "some of us just know self-control."

"Besides," Trunks said, "If we're going to talk about self-control, Goten showed an amazing amount yesterday when he helped." Ice blue eyes skimmed over to where the black haired teen sat. The moment they laid sights on him, Goten felt his entire body tense up.

It was a strange reaction, especially when the Prince had just paid him a compliment, but the compliment was for the wrong reason. He'd helped Trunks and Axal move their two crewmates away from all the commotion and address their wounds, but if he hadn't forgotten his suppressants in the first place it wouldn't have been an issue. All he could manage in response was a quiet, "Oh… it was nothing."

"Even I was impressed," Axal admitted, "it's not everyone who can easily pin Beet against the wall like you did yesterday." Beet let out a protest in his own defense but no one at the table reacted.

Instead, Trunks cleared his throat, collecting the attention of all his crewmates and Goten. "Because we were so impressed yesterday, we've decided to consider your application to become part of this crew."

Goten couldn't help but frown at the words, "Consider?"

Leta threw her elbow against his side and spared him a smiling look. "You didn't think just anyone could join the Prince's crew did you?"

"Don't look so glum Goten," Beet laughed, "Being considered is better than not being in at all. Right? Besides, we all had to do our rite of passage."

"You did it!" Leta cheered.

Goten turned to look at him, brows narrowed as he asked, "Rite of passage?"

"Goten," Trunks said, bringing the coal colored eyes back to him. His smile seemed to stretch the tiniest bit when Goten's attention focused back on the Prince. "You have to pass the test if you want to be a part of this team. The same test, everyone here has passed."

"What kind of test?" Goten asked, intrigued but still tense. His mind helpfully reminded him this could be another prank.

"I can't really give out that information," Trunks said before moving and holding up five fingers, "You'll have five days to train in preparation for the test. If you pass you'll be a part of this crew if not well… I'm sure they'll find a place for you somewhere."

"Train?" Goten repeated, "So it's a fight?"

The table chuckled, all eyes looking expectantly at their Prince. Trunks merely shook his head, "I can't tell you that. But what I can tell you is that no one here has passed without a little hint from me."

"So give me a hint," Goten demanded before Axal sent him disapproving look. He knew exactly the point Axal was trying to convey to him and with a wince at his own stupidity Goten added, "please."

Trunks was practically beaming. It was the same look he gave Goten that first morning, one that clearly said he had the younger saiyan exactly where he wanted him, and no begging or pleading would help. "You'll have to prove to me that you deserve it."


"Chin up Goten, this is a good thing." Leta said encouragingly as she lead the way down the hall way. On either side of them was room after room leading to gravity chambers. After doing what the female saiyan deemed as "mopping" all morning, she decided to take pity on him and show him where the gravity chambers were. Without saying as much she hinted practice in the a chamber would help on the upcoming challenge.

Goten wasn't mopping. He was deep in thought, concerned over the test and what it would do to his future. He understood the need. Not anyone could be allowed to join the Prince's crew. A crew by definition was a close team of saiyans. Ones that would live and die by their Captain, who had a synced style of fighting. He wasn't a part of that yet.

He glanced at the rooms as they passed by. Some had the red light above them, showing that they were occupied. Others varied in sizes, a room just for one and one built for an entire group. Leta didn't stop beside any of them though, and he dutifully followed her farther down the row.

"Honestly," she continued to say stretching her arms above her head, "you're one of the lucky ones who he gave a timeline. Some never even knew they should be training for something."

Goten hummed in reply, not fully trusting the words. Next to him, Leta abruptly stopped. He took two full steps before he realized she had lagged behind. When the young halfling turned to give her a questioning look, Leta was gracing him with a soft glare. Her face was clear of real anger but the look made Goten tense up immediately.

"Listen Goten," she started, "When I came here a year and a half ago and no one wanted a girl on the Prince's crew, not even the Prince. I didn't get any warning about being tested. Everything I did was a test. I earned the Prince's trust with a lot of hard work. But even all that wouldn't have been enough for me to pass the test on my own. It was by the grace of Kami that Prince Trunks gave me the hint." her slender shoulders shrugged at the memory, "I don't know if he did it out of pity or just wanted to see if I could pass the test but I surprised them all when I did."

"Oh…" the simple word was the only thing Goten could think to say in response. He couldn't imagine Leta, who seemed to be so in sync with her crewmates, as an outsider.

Leta held his gaze for a second before a sympathetic smile crossed her face. "Hey, I didn't tell you that story for your pity," she bumped his arm playfully and continued down the hall. Goten had no choice but to follow. "The Prince hasn't even known you for a week and he's offering the test to you…" as an after thought she mumbled, "he must really want to get out of here."

"What do you mean?" Goten asked before he thought better of it. They were far down the hall now. The Gravity chambers were mostly empty, and the number of warriors around them was sparse.

A sigh escaped Leta, the same soft sound Goten had heard many times in the past from Gohan. It was the sigh of an older sibling burdened with explaining a simple concept to their little brother. Her smile stayed in place though as she elaborated, "It's just a rumor but word around the palace is that the King won't let the Prince go off on his first pillage until he get's a fifth member to his crew."

Even Goten knew from listening to Gohan how important a first pillage was in a saiyan Captain's career. It was the true test of leadership and warrior status. A saiyan was judged for the rest of his life on what planet he took on as a first pillage and how long it took them to conquer it in the name of Vegeta-sei.

Gohan's first pillage had been Namek. The memory of the news was forever burned into Goten's mind. How he'd eavesdropped from the table, only seven years old and too curious about fighitng than his father was comfortable with. But that had been the first night he'd seen his father actually beaming with pride.

His oldest son had received one of the most valuable planets on the King's list. Namek wasn't rich with resources and the people weren't the toughest in the galaxy, but one of the planet's leaders was one of the fiercest men the saiyan legion had ever known. Lord Piccolo. Besides that the reason why Namek was so high on the King's priorities list was a mystery.

Their father seemed ecstatic though, in a way Goten had never seen him before.

It took Gohan precisely two months to take over Namek, an impressive accomplishment in itself. He miraculously managed to befriend Lord Piccolo in the process as well, ensuring a strong ally and a even stronger future as a Captian.

"But he could have anyone," Goten observed quietly, "Why didn't he just accept a random Elite?"

Leta laughed, "If you haven't realized it yet the Prince is very particular about the people he has accepted on his crew. He's scared away anyone who pursues it and if that doesn't work he just let's them fail the challenge." It was easy to believe, Goten recalled his first morning on the training grounds and the Prince's harmless prank.

Leta gave him a sideways glance, "I think the real reason you want to ask yourself is why he's giving you this chance so soon."

Her dark eyes looked at Goten like she already had an idea. Goten merely thinned his lips at her and stared down the metallic hallway. "Doesn't matter," he said, "I don't know the hint. He probably just wants to see me fail."

"Probably," Leta hummed as she suddenly came to a stop. Goten did the same, looking around they were in a gravity chamber like all the other. He glanced inside, noticing it was one of the larger chambers, but otherwise it was just like all the others. Why this one?

The female saiyan pressed her hand against a identifier and with a high pitched beeping noise the door slid open. "I'll show you how to use the chamber and then we'll spar for a bit. You're strong Goten but no one has ever showed you true form, have they?" She walked up to the control panel in the middle of the room and began to type.

"Hey," Goten cried in defense as he jogged forward in order to catch what she was doing. His heart was picking up in excitement. "What makes you say that?"

"Well for one thing, your tail is always lose." Leta paused and pointed at his tail, already wagging happily in the air, "It's almost like you never played Tail-Grab as a cub."

A blush burned into Goten's cheeks at the reminder. Tail-Grab was a game for Alpha cubs, there was no need for him to learn the danger of a loose waving tail when he was young.

Subconsciously his tail coiled around his waist as he focused on Leta's description of the buttons. Without warning she pushed one of the larger buttons and the highlighted number on the main panel shot up. The air around them suddenly got denser. Goten blinked at the change as Leta pushed the button again.

10x normal gravity. 20x. 30x. 50x.

At 50x his arms felt like they had weights attached to them. It wasn't impossible to move, but… difficult. "Some of our best warriors can train at 150x normal gravity." Leta told him, she seemed satisfied with just 50 as she stepped away from the panel. "The Prince can train at 180x."

"Then why not crank it up?" Goten asked with a smirk, he was up for the challenge, and he knew the years he spent in Tarble Town going to Omega school had put him behind the other warriros. He was anxious to catch up.

Leta shook her head, "This is a good place to start. We're working on form today, remember?" The heavier gravity barely seemed to affect her as she began to stretch. Goten wondered what level of she trained at in the gravity chamber. In a few days he wanted to be at the same place.

They stretched as Leta told him his schedule for the next five days. Form up at the usual time, then he'll do morning drill with the crew, the afternoons were his personal time to use the gravity chamber and prepare for his challenge.

Goten nodded, silently vowing to put everything he had into the next five days. His future depended on it.

"Alright," Leta beamed as she stood up, her fist were clenched as if ready to fly out and punch the nearest object. Goten moved to his feet as well, realizing that time for conversation was over. He didn't get a warning before the girl lunged towards him, her light movements were a surprise, he barely had time to block a blow to his chest, but in the higher gravity, his entire body started to shake.

"Tail, Goten." Leta reminded him as she reached for the furry limb that was snatching back and forth excitedly.

Goten quickly moved it out of the way and wrapped it around his waist before Leta extended a kick towards his gut. He blocked again, his muscles burning from the weight of the room. Slowly his breathing became heavy panting.

His training partner didn't give him a moment to pause. Leta was constantly in motion, letting out more punches then kicks. With the strain on his body Goten took the defensive, barely landing any hits himself.

Leta practically snarled in his face, "Attack me!"

There were no openings. Gritting his teeth, Goten jumped back to give himself a little breathing room, Leta jumped towards him, but this time he was prepared. He threw a punch across her cheek, interrupting her path towards him and sending her small body flying on the opposite side of the room.

Goten would have blinked in surprise but his lungs were busy trying to inhale as much air as they could get. Cautiously he called out, "Leta?"

Her body was sprawled against the sleek floor, it twitched in response before a rumble of laughter escaped it. Slowly she pulled herself up into a sitting position. A hand came up to rub at the her red cheek. "Geez Goten, there sure is a lot of power in that small body." Her grin was sharp, gleeful even, "Now if only we could get you to land a punch."

His body responded to the compliment. Chest puffing out, his tail tightening happily around his waist, his back straightened and his chin tipped up. "I'll work on that."


Time raced by in the gravity chamber. After an hour and a half of training Leta left him to his own devices, she had her own appointments and training regimen to keep. Training with a real fighter was an intense but Goten tried to learn everything he could. He noticed her movements, her fighting style. Tried to mimic them while putting his own spin on moves. When Leta noticed, she smiled like a proud parent and firmly kicked him in the face.

After she left Goten continued to try out style. Leta was an attacker, her fists were flying everywhere all at once. She chose to get hit if it meant it would land a blow at the same time. Over their hour and a half session Goten realized she was trying to instil the same style on him.

Power, she'd said. There was power in his body, he just needed to learn how to use it.

He'd increased the gravity to x70 and worked by himself for another hour and a half. Testing out the limits of the chamber around him. The walls were made to reflect ki blast, the control panel had the option to change the temperature from boiling to freezing. There was also a weapons closet hidden behind on of the walls, but he chose to train with just his body.

At the end of the three hour session his body was exhausted and his stomach was growling for food. Goten sighed happily as his arms ached and his chest heaved. It felt great to finally be free to train. To learn.

Along with the pleasing soreness of his muscles the rest of his body itched for more training. Goten's fingers practically curled to make a fist at the thought, but he needed food before he could even consider another hour in the chamber.

He turned off the gravity, the pressure weighing him down disappeared so suddenly his body sagged. The air was lighter, almost moist, and he sucked it in greedily.

The world was still outside the chamber. No one had flashed by the window in the last thirty minutes, meaning the rush for lunch had already come and gone. The hallway was just as empty as when he'd walked down it early. Slowly Goten inched out of the chamber and directed himself back down the hallway, taking his time to look at the over chambers that surrounded him from every side.

A light to his left suddenly flashed green, indicating the room had become free to use. The door slide open and a large body stepped out. Goten moved to the other side of the hallway before his eyes focused on the saiyan stepping out of the chamber. Immediately he recognized the tree like body, the Captain's rank on the uniform… Squral.

The man's short cut hair was damp with sweat but he looked unfazed from his time training. His black eyes was focused on Goten's smaller frame the moment he stepped out of the chamber.

Goten's nose throbbed as a reminder of his last run in with Squral. "Well, it's Kakorot's brat." The Captain said in a pleased voice, his eyes looked around the area, searching for any sign of Goten's crewmates. They were alone. His lips twisted into a gruesome smirk, "I didn't get to properly introduce myself last time. You ran away too quickly for me."

Goten gave the Captain a stern look, "You must be getting out of shape if I can out run you, sir." He tried to emphasis the sir. Without a crew, Goten was still an Elite- In-Training, he still had to show respect to a saiyan of higher rank. But putting on a show was different than the real thing. What the Prince had with his crew was real. The young Halfling couldn't imagine anyone truly respecting a man like Squral.

As expected the older saiyan's brows narrowed on him, Goten's body braced for a blow, but this time, no stray punches were thrown. "I know your father boy, and if I were you I'd watch what you say."

Goten could barely suppress the need to roll his eyes. He would bet Squral knew his father but the relationship definitely didn't go both ways. Even he had a vague idea of the saiyans who his father interacted with on a day to day basis. His uncles, the King, the Council…

From what he could gleam it was very obvious the two wouldn't be catching up with each other, swapping stories while drinking the night away. No, he didn't have anything to fear from Squral, except if the man decided to flat out attack him again.

"Sure thing," Goten said cooly, before turning to continue towards the Chow Hall.

Something suddenly snagged the back of his armor and pulled him back. A meaty hand with overwhelming strength slammed him against the Gravity Chamber Squral had come from. The Captain was suddenly in his personal space. Goten tensed up immediately, his own instincts screamed to get away. He was pinned against the wall by Squral's large body, he'd never had an Alpha so close before.

It felt wrong. His breath caught in his throat as the rest of his body froze.

"Do not turn your back on me brat," Squral snarled. His breath smelled of meat and his scent assaulted Goten's senses. Sweat, blood, and iron- it was so strong the Omega nearly gagged.

"What's your problem with me anyway?" Goten managed, he tried holding his breath against Squral's overwhelming scent, but his knees started to buckle. He had the suppressants, but that didn't stop the Omega in him from responding.

He's too close! His Mind screamed, Fight! Run away! He'll know what you are! He'll mark you- Please mark me- He'll make you his –Alpha's smell so good.

It was a rush. Never had he ever thought an Alpha smelled good, but then again he'd never been so close to one before. Never had one nearly on top of him.

Squral's eyes had gone livid; they dilated and clouded over with pure hate. "You don't know?" He sounded genuinely surprised by that fact, and that just fueled his anger more. "Your father is my problem."

"Well I'm not him!" Goten shouted back. His own anger started to bubble up. As always his father was causing problems for him. The man who never loved him, never cared about him, was continuing to make every aspect of his life difficult.

Squral grunted and pulled his fist back, he was done talking. Goten saw what was coming next and knew he had to make a move. Squral was building up for a strong punch, one that would break bone this time. Goten was quicker.

He took Leta's advice, she said he had power, so he used it. His fist flew out from his side, hitting the Captain's throat. The force in the punch made the other saiyan stagger back. A noise that was between a gasp and a scream escaped Squral before he started coughing. Trying to catch second wind.

Goten immediately pushed himself away from the wall. Putting space between himself and his opponent. He would have left, if Squral hadn't fallen into the middle of the hallway, blocking his exit.

Black eyes quickly assessed his options. He could try to go around Squral, or make a dignified retreat and find another way to the Chow Hall. When Goten's gaze fell back on the other saiyan a look of blind rage had pulled over Squral's face.

"I'll kill you," Squral gasped as he staggered to his feet.

It was a quick recovery, Goten blinked in surprise before he remembered the man was a Captain. Nearly the same age as his father. He'd been fighting longer then Goten had been alive. Without another word the younger saiyan stepped back, preparing to make his retreat.

He could feel Squral's power level rising, a threatening force that push on Goten from every side. The man's muscle's twitched as he prepared to attack and Goten tensed to run away when a second high power level suddenly appeared. It was there one moment and gone the next, replaced by a giant of a man standing in the space between them.

The stranger was almost as big as Squral, with long black hair that passed his shoulders. He wasn't dressed like any saiyan Goten had ever seen. His clothes were made of silk and draped over his body, while glistening jewels decorated his ears and neck. Reason told Goten the power level he had felt belonged to this stranger, but now it felt as if the energy had disappeared. The man was practically invisible, his power level was nothing more then a new born babe's.

Squral's anger disappeared in a flash, replaced by irritation as he stared the man down. "Brolly, what you doing here?"

"You were making a lot of commotion," Brolly answered, his voice was soft. Goten almost couldn't hear it. "I think you should leave now Captain Squral."

"You shouldn't stick your nose in other people's business." Squral snapped, but he was already picking himself up. There was something about Brolly that subdued the enraged Saiyan. Goten couldn't put his finger on it, definetly wasn't his power level.

"I believe the council has already warned you. Another incident and you'll be striped of rank," Brolly said, his voice still a calm melody. There was no sternness to it, no threat. Just simple fact. "I'm doing you a favor."

Squral spat on the floor, the saliva hitting close to Brolly's booted foot. "Whatever," the Captain snarled, "I'm done wasting my time on this scum anyway." He turned, and miraculously walked away. Not even throwing Goten a dirty look as he went.

The demi-saiyan was dumbfounded. His eyes were glued on Squral's retreating back, positive that the man would come racing back, rage still flaring, and attempt to beat both him and Brolly to a pulp. Goten missed how Brolly's attention slowly slid to him, and the sudden recognition that appeared there. Only when Brolly's voice raised above it usual quiet demeanor did Goten spare him a look, "K-kakorot?"

"What?" Goten frowned at him, before the word registered with his mind. "Oh, no. I'm his son."

Brolly had turned to face him, it was the first time he was getting a good look at the man. He had soft black eyes, and a narrow chin. His body was all lean muscles but he didn't look like much of a fighter. "His son?" Like everyone before him, confusion littered Brolly's voice.

Goten sighed, "Yeah, his youngest. I'm Goten." He tried offering up a sheepish smile towards the man, he had saved him after all, "don't worry everyone confuses me with him."

"I was unaware that Kakorot had a second son," The confusion didn't break on Brolly's face. His eyes were now studying Goten, no doubt making not of the obvious differences and similarities between father and son.

"He doesn't talk about me a lot." It was the truth.

"You're trembling."

"What?"

Brolly nodded towards Goten's hand, and the younger saiyan looked down. With all his concentration focused on Squral he hadn't noticed how his hands were trembling. It wasn't fear, just the effect of having an Alpha so close, his body was still in shock.

Embarrassment heated Goten's entire face as he tried to hide his shaking limb from view. "It's nothing," he said hurriedly. It was impossible to look Brolly in the eye, "Look thanks for the help back there, but I have to go."

"Of course," Brolly answered as if he completely understood Goten's dying hunger or the overwhelming need to be by himself for a moment.

Goten paused unsure of what to make of the man who had so easily intimidated the Captain. Somehow, Brolly knew his father. It seemed so many people in the palace did, and yet, Goten had no idea of the life his father led at the palace. He still had no idea what his father did to make Squral hate him so much. Even the mysterious Brolly knew his father.

As he walked away, Goten couldn't help but think that his family kept him more in the dark then he had originally thought.