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.
Since I'm making up a lot of terms here I thought I'd drop some definitions.
Suitors:An Alpha who is courting a Omega. During the courting phase they are Suitors, after the pair has mated they are referred to as Mates.
Pillage: When a crew goes off to claim planets in the name of Vegeta-sei. A first Pillage and how well a crew does on pillages is a status mark.
Ranks of the Saiyan Warriors:
Third Class
Second Class
First Class- Also known as Elites
Captains
High Council:The High Council is a level between Captains and the King. They advise the King on troublesome planets and which troops should go to what planets. There are Six Council members total. Generally the position is passed down from generation to generation, unless circumstances dictate otherwise.
In This Chapter: More questions and some answers but some things are just known for certain.
Alpha Royal
Chapter Eight: Questions and Understanding
Prince Trunks, next in line to rule the planet Vegeta and Captain of an Elite crew of fighters, considered himself a logical man. There wasn't much in the palace that took him by surprise. After living behind its wall for eighteen years he was use to all the backstabbing, the two-faced smiles, the murmurs of "Halfling" and "Creature" that followed him wherever he went.
He was used to relying on his own strength to get through life, a lesson his father had been adamant about teaching him since the moment he could crawl. There weren't a lot of playmates set aside for the Prince, only tutors, trainers, and body guards.
As a child, he was probably what many would consider a brat. Angry at the fact that he was never Saiyan enough for the people around him, nor human enough to make his mother happy. He grew out of that phase when something finally happened that did surprise him.
He met another Half Saiyan.
Gohan was sixteen when he came to the palace to train. Immediately he was the only thing anyone talked about. The half human son of Kakorot, another eye sore walking around the palace. Likely to drop out of the Battle Academy within days.
All the negative things Trunks overheard only made him want to meet Son Gohan more. Eventually at the tender age of eight, the Prince hacked into the personal files of the Elite fighters and found where Gohan's room was.
The day he finally got to see Gohan with his own eyes changed him forever. It was the first time Trunks introduced himself as the Prince of Saiyans and not have someone immediately take a knee. Instead, Gohan had laughed happily and asked Trunks questions no one had ever taken the time to ask before. Gohan talked to him about the pressure that always hung over Trunks' head, about missing his own mother who'd passed away long ago, his insecurities about coming to Battle Academy.
Before long, Trunks had his first friend. A person who treated him like a equal and took time, even after a long day of training, to spend with him. Battle Academy was rough on Gohan, he had to prove himself as Kakorot's son, as a Halfling, as one of the youngest fighters on the Quad. As a child, Trunks noticed the new bruises that appeared every day, he counted them, memorized them. He tried to return to Gohan what the teen had given him. A friend.
They were in their own personal half bred hell together, but having each other to lean on just made them more vulnerable.
Trunks remembered the first time he turned into a super saiyan clearly. Especially now, ten years later, sitting in the Medical Wing as he waited for his mother to finish bandaging the newest member of his crew. It was a horrid flash to the past as he relived how his father forced him to watch the Captains gang up on Gohan. The only reason he got away with it was because Kakorot had been off planet. Even after Kakorot came back nothing changed. The only thing that mattered was that the King got the results he wanted. His son, the Prince, unlocked the legendary power.
The anger had broke him. Instead of seeing red, Trunks remembered only gold. Brightly shining, and blinding in its presence. It had been the most beautiful and deadly thing he had ever experience. The super saiyan power consumed him, took over his entire body and forced the logical Prince to the wayside as he pounded three out of the seven Captains into the ground.
His own father tricked him, used his emotions against him, all for power.
He should have expected his father to try a similar stunt again, and just like the last time, Kakorot wasn't there to do anything about it.
"You should probably eat something," the feminine voice tore him from his thoughts as his mother stepped from behind a light blue curtain. On the other side, Trunks could hear the constant beeping of Goten's heart monitor.
"I'm really not hungry mom." Blue eyes tried to catch a glimpse of the injured teen, just to see if he had regained consciousness but to no avail.
Bulma hummed, a noise that wasn't quite disapproval nor agreement as she took a seat next to him. "Goten is fine, by the way, just exhausted. His torn muscles can easily be healed in one of the rejuvenation tanks. We'll stick him in as soon as one opens up."
"How can you be so calm about this?" Trunks asked, turning to meet blue eyes identical to his own, "Aren't you angry at him?"
He searched his mother's face for the same anger that twisted his stomach in knots, the same anger she'd shown back in the viewing room when push came to shove. Her pink lips pulled back into a sad sort of smile. One filled with both love and sympathy. "I am angry at your father, yes, but not for the same reason you are. He didn't do this Trunks…"
"How do you know?" his voice hissed out, surprise had woven into the words delicately without his realizing it.
Silence followed the question, and he took a deep shaky breath to calm himself down. His mother's delicate hand reached out and grasped his own. It was a cool touch against his burning skin, and helped to quiet his flaring temper.
"Because," Bulma stated, "Your father is many things but he isn't a monster, and after what happened last time…" she laughed quietly at the memory, but Trunks recalled how she hadn't been laughing 'the last time'. "Well he knows better than to try a stunt like that again."
"Then why didn't he do anything?" Trunks wondered, pinning his mother with a meaningful look.
She tilted her head consideringly at him as the answer tumbled from her lips, "He's an opportunist Trunks. He knows that when push comes to shove the only other saiyans alive who can turn into a Super Saiyan are Goku and his sons, and I have to admit his instincts were right on this one. Now does that mean I'm not mad at him, hell no." She smiled at him reassuringly, "It was still stupid, and selfish, and completely dangerous what he did, but your father isn't devious enough to change the code on the Gravity Chamber."
A million questions began to build up in the back of Trunks' head. Why was his father trying to entice more super saiyans? If he didn't sabotage the chamber then who did?
His mother noticed the look on his face and sighed, "I don't have all the answers Trunks, but your father might be able to shed some light on the situation when he arrives."
"What makes you think he'll tell me anything?" he murmured, doubtful of his mother's optimism.
Bulma reached into her coat and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. She took her time scooping one out and lighting it. Trunks almost overlooked the stress she had been through as well throughout the whole ordeal. Trying to fix the code and then the rush to get Goten to the Medical Wing. His mother had insisted on treating the black haired boy and snapped at anyone who offered to help.
She took a deep drag of the cigarette and blew out the smoke slowly. They both watched as it fell from her lips, disappearing into thin air. "Because honey," Bulma said after the long pause, "your father is coming to give you your first Pillage."
He dreamed of water, water that eventually took form of a stream. A stream that placed itself in the middle of a pristine green forest. Goten recognized the area as the same lush scenery that surrounded his home. It felt like years since he'd last seen it when the harsh reality was only a couple weeks. He knew every tree that surrounded the outside of their yard, the firm oak with the etched G&C carved into its bark, and the berry bushes that he scrambled under as a child.
A woman's laugh filled the air as she pointed out, "Look Goten. Isn't it beautiful?"
Goten looked around but the owner of the voice was nowhere to be seen. He knew it though, it resonated throughout his entire body as he called out, "Mom?"
"Honey, open your eyes. It's time to wake up."
"Where are you mom?" he looked back towards the stream, knowing she must be nearby. Before his eyes the water began to dry up. Sinking lower and lower in the bank until the fish were exposed to dry land. Their gills folded in and out, trying to breathe. Goten felt himself stare at the them, watching as the creatures died before his very eyes.
"Honey, open your eyes."
His eyes were open. He could see the entire forest around them shriveling, an echo of a painful hacking noise filled the wind.
"…Open your eyes…"
Goten closed his eyes instead. Wishing to wake up from the nightmare.
"Honey…"
The voice changed, it no longer belonged to his mother and Goten's eyes opened in startled realization. He found himself sitting in a deep container, soaking wet and dripping. Above him the green tinted window was open so Bulma could reach in and gently touch his shoulder. Her brows were knitted in concern as she continued to call to him, "Goten, honey. You need to get up."
"I…" his voice was rough, causing him to cough and try to clear it. Dutifully Bulma handed him a glass of water and two pills.
"This should help with your throat and the pills are your suppressants." The last word came out a whisper as Bulma's eyes darted to make sure no one else had overheard. "You've been in the Rejuvenation tank for over 12 hours."
Goten eagerly gulped down the water first before swallowing the pills as well. He gave Bulma a grateful look after the bottle was completely empty. "What happened?"
"What do you remember?" Bulma smiled, leaning against the tank before she shook her head, "never mind. It doesn't matter. What matters is you survived."
"Did I pass?" His heart fell at the thought as he searched the Queen's face for the answer.
She laughed, "You saiyans. The only thing you care about is winning a fight. I'll let Trunks tell you himself." A fast wink gave Goten hope for good news as he moved to crawl out of the small metal tank.
Bulma stepped aside and held out a pile of fresh clothes. "Beet mentioned you didn't bring any clothes from home so I got these for you. They're a little more comfortable than that saiyan armor."
Goten took the soft lime green t shirt and dark sweatpants. They smelled brand new and didn't hold any other saiyan's scent on them, he gave the Queen a wide eyed look. "Thank you but… I can't take these."
"No arguments Goten," she chided, "now you'll have to stay in here for a few minutes to let your suppressants kick in. I'll go tell the others that you're all healed."
At the mention of his injuries Goten attempted to stretch his muscles. He didn't recall much from his fight, the vague memory of burning muscles and agonizing pain singed the corners of his mind, but after that he must have passed out. Now his body felt completely healed. Goten couldn't find a single scratch anywhere.
Bulma dropped another water bottle on a nearby table and left him to get dressed. Goten quickly jumped into the sweat pants, they were a little big and hung loosely across his hips but they would do until he could get some clothes that actually fit him. His tail poked out of the hole in the back, swishing back and forth happily and sprinkling the liquid from the healing tank across the floor. Before pulling the shirt on, he reached for the second water bottle. His throat was still dry from whatever medicine had been flushed into his system.
Goten tried his best to remember the end of the battle, only snippets came back to him. Managing to destroy the scouter, how the AI still came after him. He remembered the sharp smell of his own blood. He reached behind his head to feel the wounded area and found that it was completely healed.
Embarrassment heated his cheeks when he recalled hearing his father's voice, just an illusion from the head injury and lack of air, there was no doubt about it, but the anger he had felt had been real. A result of being pushed aside and ignored for years. The power that had come from it had managed to both surprise him and kindle a spark of fear.
And that dream...
The memory of it alone was enough to cause Goten's throat to tighten. It had been so long since he had dreamed about his mother. Years since the last time he sought comfort in Gohan's bed. He had only been a toddler back then, young enough to recognize that a essential figure in his life was missing, that change was already taking effect in their sunny home. Most day's Goten couldn't even remember what the woman looked like. What he did remember was the smell of clean clothes, the sharp smell of the spices she added to every meal, and sometimes- very rarely- he recalled the gentle coo of her voice as she said his name.
Goten raised the bottle back to his lips to finish the last of the water when the door slid open. He froze, black eyes turned to the door and his shirt still clasped in his hand as the King and Prince walked in. He tore the bottle away from his lips and quickly moved into a low bow. Without his shirt on Goten felt exposed, a cold sweat broke out across his brow as he prayed that the suppressants were already in effect.
Bulma followed closely behind the two, her voice was stern as she said, "I told you to give him a few more minutes. He just got out of the Rejuvenation tank."
"He's fine woman, look at him." King Vegeta snapped, motioning to Goten with a glove covered hand. "Stop coddling the boy."
Goten peeked his head up and saw the nervous look etched on Bulma's face as she wrung her hands together. The King motioned for him to stand and he did, when his dark eyes turned to the King he noticed the man wearing a smug smile that made Goten's heart race.
"Congratulations brat," the King of saiyans said simply, leaving the words hanging in the air as Goten gawked at him.
"Did I… Does that mean I'm part of the crew?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes," Trunks answered allowing his lips to quirk up into a smirk, "but that's not why he's congratulating you."
"You not only managed to destroy the Testing Gravity Chamber," the King continued, "you did so with the power of a super saiyan."
Goten blinked at them, he clutched the shirt in his hand nervously as he tried to assess what they were telling him. They must be joking. "I don't understand… am I in trouble?"
To his surprise the King barked in laughter, "Trouble? Has your father not told you about the legendary power of the super saiyan?"
Of course he had, all cubs grew up with the legend, but that was all it was… a story. Goten tried not to let his confusion show, one slip up might alert the King that something was amiss. He picked his next words carefully, "He said only the strongest warriors were gifted with the power."
King Vegeta nodded, "Naturally. I'm sure Kakorot told you that the it was the legendary power that allowed us to defeat Freiza during the rebellion. Since then only four saiyans alive have managed to achieve such a feat. Myself, Trunks, Kakorot, Gohan… and now a fifth as appeared."
Dark eyes pinned Goten to the floor, letting the words sink in. Shock seeped through the teen's entire body, leaving his teeth rattling and his legs trembling.
His father… was a super saiyan? Gohan too? How did he not now? How could they not tell him?
The room began to spin as the questions danced around his head. Most important of all rang with a booming echo as it wondered…
How can an Omega be a super saiyan?
He looked towards Trunks as if the Prince had the answers to his question, but that was a dead end. Only one person could tell him the truth. His father, and Goten knew it would be a long wait until those answers came.
"I… I don't understand." He admitted, forcing himself to breathe and look at the King without wavering turned out to be more difficult than he thought.
Vegeta scoffed, not at all surprised, "There's plenty of time for you to figure it out. As your Captain, Trunks will help you control the power. You'll have to be quick though because you leave in two days."
"Two days?" Goten gritted his teeth to keep in a gasp, "Where am I going?"
"We're scheduled for planet Borgessa." Trunks said, his serious tone tried to convey a message of sternness that Goten easily saw past. There was excitement pulling on the edge of his features, the Prince's dream was finally coming true. He had his first assignment and Goten was going with him.
"How are you feeling?"
Goten took another shaky breath as he looked down at his toes, not at the Prince hovering by his side. As soon as the news had been delivered the King and Queen left. Their absence allowed the dark haired boy collapsed into a nearby chair, looking exhausted and weary. "A little overwhelmed," he answered honestly.
Trunks chuckled and pulled up a chair next to him, "Yeah, mom and I tried to tell dad to give you a few more minutes but he insisted." He stared at the other saiyan, concerned over the quiet state. Goten was usually so excited, so lighthearted. Something was wrong.
"What is it?" Purple brows frowned as the Prince asked, "Have you changed your mind or something?"
Goten shook his head, "It's not that." He looked worried more than confused and Trunks waited patiently for him to continue. "It's just… look don't tell your dad…" uncertainty clouded jet black eyes as they sought agreement from the Prince. Once Trunks nodded Goten took a deep breath,"... I never knew my dad was a super saiyan."
"What?" Trunks couldn't hold back the yelp, he looked closely to see if the other was joking, but Goten looked anything but. "Are you serious?"
Black hair bobbed up and down with a nod, "I didn't know about Gohan either… and now me? That power…" he drew his bottom lip between his teeth, looking torn, "it makes sense but I can't believe I had that kind of power."
"We still haven't figured out how the legendary power is passed." Trunks said thoughtfully, "It's obvious to be in the royal family… but your dad was still just a third class when he became one for the first time."
"Why didn't he tell me?" Goten wondered, then even softer, "Why isn't this in the history books?"
Trunks swallowed the questions slowly. He'd asked himself the same thing so long ago and he remembered every word his father told him in answer, recited it almost verbatim now. "Very few people know about this power Goten. Only the council, a few chosen others, and of course those who wield it are aware that even exists. My father says it's our trump card."
"Trump card?" Goten's eyes clouded over with confusion before he finally murmured, "Something is wrong isn't it? With the Southern Quadrant?" he looked up locking Trunks with interested black eyes, "That's why you've been called away for so many meetings, why my father is coming back early."
Trunks couldn't help but smile. "You're not as dumb as you act Goten," he said kindly, "I don't know the details myself but something is definitely going on. The Southern Quadrant has had planets disappear from it completely. Planets under Saiyan rule, and now my father is sending us to Borgessa…"
"What's Borgessa?"
"A planet not far into the Southern Quadrant. It's mostly vegetation and rolling hills. It's occupants have put up a fight in the past, so it seems like he's sending us there to finish the job once and for all." Trunks pursed his lips for a moment, considering if he should tell Goten what he really suspected. From the look on the demi-saiyans face, he could tell Goten suspected more was at play as well, and after the halfling had shared his secret it was only right to return the favor. "I think this is more than a typical pillage. This is a Recon Mission."
"You think it's the next planet to disappear?" Goten asked, catching on quickly.
Trunks nodded, "Planets Volem, Terriet, and Calos are all within a month's travel of Borgessa. All have disappeared."
"So we're going to try and find the source of the trouble." It wasn't a question, it was an agreement. Goten looked excited as the words fell from his lips, "Two days… that's not enough time for me to train. I don't know if I can get a hang of the super saiyan power by then."
"You won't have to," Trunks assured, "Remember, no one else knows. When we get back from this mission I'll train with you. Show you the ropes."
A beaming smile flashed across Goten's face for a brief second before it fell, "What about the people who watched me in the chamber. Don't they all know now about the power?"
"Don't worry about them. Only a few of us recognized it for what it was. Everyone else just thought you're energy spiked. No one could see a darn thing to say otherwise."
Relief spread across Goten's face as he nodded. Dark eyes met bright blue longingly, "Thank you Trunks… for telling me the truth."
The sincerity in the words knocked any retort off of the Prince's tongue. He still wondered why Kakorot would keep his abilities a secret from his son, why he had such a great fighter stashed away to begin with.
In the time he had known Kakorot, the man could never keep a secret. He was an open book, just like Goten. Something was off and he couldn't place if Goten was the cause of it or just another victim of diplomatic secrets.
"No problem," he answered, "We're in this together now."
"Together," Goten breathed softly, face flushed as he tore his eyes away from Trunks to look across the room. Suddenly a poster of the Saiyan Anatomy had become very interesting to the young teen.
To distract himself from small sting in his chest from having Goten's gaze avoid him, the Prince carried on, "Come on. I'll catch you up on everything you missed while you were taking your nap."
"I wasn't napping," the younger Saiyan cough laughed.
Trunks joined him, "New rules apply Goten. If I say you were napping, it must be true. I am the Captain after all."
"Oh god," Goten tilted his head and smiled, "What have I gotten myself into?"
What indeed, Trunks wondered as he helped pull Goten to his feet.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is shorter then what I've been putting out recently- I still hope it was enjoyable. Please Read and Review!
