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: (from lowest to highest)

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: Goten gets a rude awakening and Trunks faces yet another unexpected problem.


Alpha Royal

Chapter Fourteen: Battle Not Yet Won


Waking up was starting to become a familiar and painful affair. For the third time in two months Goten came back to himself slowly. his fingers and toes wiggled in experiment, and then he shifted. A stab of pain pinched into his side as he squirmed, working a groan out of his throat before he knew it. His eyes refused to open but the absolute darkness behind them assured that it was night time.

The soft sound of fabric flapping was heard next, along with hushed foot prints. "He's awake?"

"You shouldn't be here Your Highness."

Trunks? Goten's hazy mind picked out the first voice with relative ease. The second, he knew, belonged to Axal. He inhaled and took in the smells around him. The sharp surgically scent of medicine and needles, a mouth watering aroma of some cooked food just beyond the room's wall and then something else.

"I'm fine," Trunks said, though his voice sounded as if it came through clenched teeth, "I can control myself."

"I don't doubt that, but he's not awake yet. It would be best if you came back in a few hours."

"But…"

"Trunks," Axal said with a firm warning. There was no more 'Your Highness,' this was the tone of an older Alpha putting a younger one in its place. "I didn't kill him like you asked, but if you want me to continue to take care of Goten you'll need to leave."

The idea of Trunks leaving stuck him with a very real and powerful fear that lodged itself into his lungs and crushed the soft organs. Goten shifted to try to sit up, to pry his eyes open and see Trunks before he disappeared. Another stab of pain erupted in his middle, causing him to cry out.

Axal hissed, "He smells you. Leave before you cause him to reopen his wounds."

"I can help-" Trunks started weakly unable to get far in his protest before Axal cut him off.

"An unmated Alpha is just going to make him squirm. Leaving is the best thing you can do for him now. I'll get you when he wakes up."

Silence, and then quiet shuffle of feet walking away. Goten keened, a low animal noise that was torn between the pain in his side and the pain in his heart. He didn't want Trunks to leave, would do anything as long as the Alpha stayed. He needed to know that he was forgiven, needed to be hear the Prince say that they were still friends.

A hand pushed him down and held him still. "Relax Goten," Axal's voice said, back to its regular sternness, "sleep."

Axal was mated, he didn't smell the same as Trunks, didn't invoke the need that ate at Goten's stomach, but he was still an Alpha. Goten's body listened to the words before his mind. All at once his muscles decided that moving was too much effort, if they just stood still, it wouldn't hurt anymore.

Sleep returned as a siren's song, soothing the Omega's mind to listen like the rest of his body and fall into the darkness, and even though Goten knew he would just wake up to the same pain and lethargic limbs, he couldn't help it.

He fell asleep, with Trunks' smell still lingering in the air around him.


The second time, he woke up alone.

Black eyes blinked open and stared at their surroundings before he dared to move. A room, he was in what looked like an actual room, in an actual bed. His heart hammered against his rib cage as he wondered if they were back on Vegeta-sei, but that couldn't be. He would be surrounded by the beeping machines of the medical bay if they were. His muscles wouldn't still be protesting in agony. The only comfort of the room was the soft pillow under his head and the warm blanket over his body.

He took notice in the curve of the eggshell colored walls. Familiarity washed over Goten as he realized he was in a Capsule Home, one of the ingenious inventions from Earth. The Saiyans adapted to the technology well using Capsules on missions to remote planets. The served as shelter and hospice when needed, but were often times too small for large and roudy warriors.

Goten could only remember being in one once, when he was just a child, at the age when memories were starting to stick. It was a family picnic in the depth of the woods, one of the few where his mother was feeling well enough to venture outside. His father had been so gentle with her, picking her up over fallen trees and twirling her in the air for a moment. The scent of fresh dew clinging to earth filled the air and the sound of the laughter still echoed in his ears, along with the coughs that broke out soon after.

His fingers dug into the blanket trying push aside his mother's last moments but the memory refused to disappear. It insisted to come alive as he looked around the room he laid in now, almost identical to what they had used all those years ago. There was even a small rocking chair in the corner where Goten had been told to sit while his brother rushed out to find a doctor and his father hovered over the bed.

There had been no time to take his mother home, back to the place where she loved and kept the memory of earth alive. Her sick filled the small Capsule home, making every sensitive Saiyan nose sniffle in irritation. How awful it must have been for her to die like that. In a place that wasn't her home, with her oldest away and her young child unaware of what was happening.

Goten swallowed the lump of heartache in his throat, he hated remembering her death. How one moment her ki was there and the next… gone. He'd been so confused, so stupid, and all the while his father had been too lost in grief to respond to a young child's questions.

It's not the same; he told himself firmly, No one is dead. Not this time. You're alive. You're alive. You're alive. It was a miracle, one that resounded in his body with every repeat of the word. Alive alive alive.

Goten sighed, testing his limbs in silence, trying to assess the damage. He could move his arms, but his injured side was stiff with pain. Brushing a hand over the spot revealed a fresh shell of bandages that ran up his entire ribcage. His tail flopped lazily over the bed side, unharmed but too exhausted to do anything else. Over all, he'd come out on top once again.

Glee shot through him, but dried up as the thin fabric covering the door frame was pushed aside. Trunks entered the room, dressed in new armor and looking recovered but tired. Something dislodged in Goten's chest, his entire body breathing a deep sigh of relief. He's ok.

Behind the Prince was Axal, walking with a slight limp to his step but looking much better than the last time Goten had seen him. The Omega offered him an apologetic smile, that only seemed to turn the lines of Axal's mouth down even further.

"Son Goten," Trunks spoke suddenly, as if making an announcement, his eyes stared at the wall past Goten's head.

The teen's spine straightened at the tone, alarmed at the change in the room's atmosphere. Tension and anger hung over the two Alphas like a fog, reminding Goten of the business that still needed to be addressed.

He swallowed the large build of saliva in his mouth and said, "Your Highness…" Trunks name nearly fell off the tip of his tongue but now was not a time for familiarities. He was lucky to be alive, and if he didn't play his cards right that luck could run out.

The title made Trunks hesitate, his eyes shifted towards Goten's face for the first time since he entered the room. There, Goten saw icy resolve. The same Prince who he'd met on the Quad on his first day. Something cold curled itself against his heart and gave a painful squeeze.

Trunks continued, his gaze unwavering, "You have been found guilty of impersonating an Alpha, lying to the royal family, and endangering an official Elite Class mission. The punishment for such crimes is death…"

A wave of nausea threatened to make him ill but Goten fought it down. It wasn't anything less than he expected but still, hearing those words from Trunks' lips sliced deep. "Trunks, let me explain-"

In front of him, Trunks frowned and shook his head, effectively cutting him off, "-But considering how you saved both my life and the life of another Alpha, I have made a different decision. You may live."

"Live?" Goten repeated, hope flaring.

Trunks hesitated, his frown deepening and his eyes shifting away. Axal took over without pause, "Instead your punishment will be banishment. As our team leaves to return back home, you will remain here."

"Home?" His hope disappeared, extinguished by Trunks' chilled words. Goten looked around the small room curiously to distract from the quiet touch of panic over his skin, "You're leaving? But what about the mission? Did we figure out what's happening to the other planets?"

"No," Axal answered in irritation, "We cannot risk staying on the planet with an unmated Omega who could go into Heat any day now."

"What? Heat? I haven't had my Heat yet." Protested Goten, "I'm sorry I messed up, but please, don't jeopardize the mission because of me."

"Goten…" Trunks said solemnly, "How was it that you managed to hide your scent for so long."

He recognized the tone In Trunks' voice, the Prince was trying to make a point. With a confused frown Goten answered, "My suppressants allowed me to mask my real scent."

Axal gave a dismissive snort, "Just as I thought. Suppressants. I knew those new age drugs would get someone in trouble."

Goten gave the Alpha a glare, he had no room to talk. Axal didn't know the hardships of being an Omega. Attracting attention everywhere simply based on the scent of his hormones.

Trunks ignored his bodyguard's grumbles, attention focused solely on Goten. "If you used suppressants all this time, you must have more. We could complete the mission if I knew you wouldn't distract the crew."

The crew, of course they would be the Prince's first concern. Still, an irrational part of Goten felt hurt by this. It was clear he wasn't part of the crew anymore.

His fists twisted into the soft blanket on top of his legs as Goten recalled what happened to his medicine. "Unfortunately, my pills were in my ship when it crashed. I couldn't find them when I crawled out."

"Then we have to leave," Axal said in absolution.

"Wait," cried the Omega, "I know I'm of age, technically, but I haven't had my Heat yet. If I stay in here, my scent won't distract anyone right?"

Trunks was quiet, the small dot along his jaw the only clue to how hard he was gritting his teeth. Just being in the same room together was causing his instincts to come out, to try to protect and mate with Goten instead of working with a logical mind.

Slowly, he shook his head, purple hair falling against his pale face. "I'm sorry Goten. We can't risk it. A Omega who's been on their suppressants all their life, like you, is highly likely to go into Heat as soon as those pills flush out of their system. You've been in here for three days, even now your scent smells… different."

Goten didn't miss the pause in Trunks' voice as he said different. The way the Prince's neck constricted in a hard swallow or how his nostrils flared. He couldn't deny the point. The side effect of suppressants were a known crutch. They masked an Omega's scent by preventing the body from producing its natural pheromones, but there was a cost.

Other Omega's, ones who weren't taking the pill daily, left their bodies in their natural state. They had a scent that brought attention, and between their fifteenth and eighteenth year they went into Heat. It was a sign that they were adults, ready to be mated. It meant their bodies were ready to start breeding, ready and eagerly searching for a mate. During the Heat the body released pheromones to attract a potential mate.

The pheromones were the worst part of being an Omega. They drove Alphas crazy with lust, but worst of all they, they made the Omega lose control as well.

Goten knew a few of his classmates who'd gone into heat at a young age. Fresh into their fifteenth year with no Alpha yet courting them. They would disappear from school for days, locked into their homes where they would have to ride out the unbearable feeling of lust by themselves. Heat usually rendered the Omega useless, too sex crazed to remember to eat, sleep, or bathe.

When he was a child there hadn't been any discussing about if he should go on suppressants or not. The pills have been set out for him to take dutifully the moment he turned thirteen. Two years before anything was to be expected, but… one could never be too careful.

Suppressants were far from perfect though. So many years without his body's natural process made it so things build up. When a Omega finally found a mate, and they were ready to start their bond, they finally went off the suppressants, for the Heat right after was ten times worse than any normal experience.

Goten never spent time worrying about that though, in his mind, he would always have the suppressants flooding his system. He'd never have a need to get off of them. Now a very different reality faced him.

One where his first Heat was just around the corner, and there would be no one to help him through it.

He licked his lips nervously at the thought, watched as Trunks' eyes followed the movement. "I'm sorry," he whimpered unable to stare at the Prince any longer.

"Sorry doesn't fix the damage you've done." Axal growled.

Trunks ran a hand over his face, pulling the skin taunt, and staying quiet for a long moment. Either trying to compose himself or gathering his words, the tone was biting when he finally did speak. "We'll leave in a day. This house will stay so you can ride out your Heat here."

Another kind gesture despite the harshness of the voice. Goten bit his bottom lip, feeling like dirt. Fear and disappointment mixed together in a swell of emotions that settled over his entire body. It left him breathless, unable to form any protest.

Trunks' last words to him were tight, barely making it past his lips before he turned on his heel and left the room, like he just couldn't wait to be away. "Good bye Goten."


"Shit," Beet whistled, his voice a careful balance of awe and disappointment. "Shit."

"You can stop saying that," Leta snapped before tearing into a cooked Borgessian's leg. They sat outside the small white capsule cottage. curled around a small fire. Destruction spread out before them, dead bodies piled on top of each other, the engorged fields burnt to a crisp. They hadn't been gentle fighting for the planet. It had been a long, hard battle, and now it looked like it was all for nothing.

The meat of their spoils tasted bitter.

"Goten was a fucking Omega, all this time." Beet shook his head; but even after having a hours to digest the news he still couldn't wrap his head around it.

"All this time," Leta said tightly.

A pause fell over them, an awkwardness that was rare and uncomfortable. Finally Beet asked, "Do you think he's okay?"

"Doesn't matter. We shouldn't waste our breathes worrying about him."

"But he's our…"

"Don't say it." She hissed, dark eyes burning with a anger that immediately shut the other Saiyan up. "He is not our anything. Not our friend. Not our mate. And definetly not our crewmember."

The anger had been boiling up. Over the last couple hours she'd taken it out on any living Borgessian she could find. Leta wasn't a fan of being made into a fool. She thought back to the first moment when she'd met Goten and cursed herself for not being able to tell the moment he blinked his pretty black eyes at her that something was off.

He had looked soft; more expressive and carefree than any other Alpha she'd ever met. But their sparring matches and how he had carried himself among the Elites had convinced her not to notice the smaller differences.

Her arm ached, a large bruise forming from where the Prince had punched her when she tried to get near the Omega. The attack hadn't been expected, she'd merely been curious when Goten had first come out of the tunnel. If she'd known, she would have never tried to get between the Prince and the Omega. Only an idiot would get between an Alpha and his claim.

Beet sniffled, the fire between them gave a warm glow that showed off his new black eye. Only an idiot, she thought to herself once again, but Beet hadn't really known better. He'd just been less cautious than her. He hadn't picked up on the same clues. The Alpha was so smart with technology but clueless about any thing else.

Soon Goten wouldn't matter, he'd be out of their lives forever in the end. She'd managed to swallow the news about Goten quickly in order to move on, to get past the memory of him. Beet was still chewing on the meat of the information.

The moment the Prince crouched down next to Goten's prone body she'd known. Having two older Alpha siblings had taught Leta what it looked like when an Alpha claimed an Omega. The two usually didn't even realize the differences themselves. The way they spoke, how they held themselves in the other's presence, how they spoke to others when their potential mate was nearby.

A shudder convulsed from the base of her spine as she recalled the way Trunks looked at her after she'd gotten to close. Like he wouldn't hesitate to kill.

Something beeped, a loud alarming noise that made the two Saiyans jump. Beet scrambled to pull out his small communicator, his fingers mashed against the screen desperately to turn it off. "Stuipd thing is busted."

"What's the alarm for?" Leta blinked, her cat eyes narrowed on the communicator as it finally shut off.

Beet glared at the device, his annoyance sliding into a look of concentration. "That's weird…"

"What?"

"It's tracking something in the planet's orbit." A loud noise rumbled overhead causing both to look up, just in time to see several blazing lights dart across the sky like shooting stars. The objects flew low, giving them a good look. The two jumped to their feet at the sight, faces stricken. "Shit," Beet hissed for the hundredth time.

Leta blinked, "You can say that again."


Trunks stepped out of the Capsule home feeling exhausted. It took the last of his remaining strength not to react to Goten. Seeing him in bed, wounded, and smelling the way he did—it was every Alpha's worst nightmare… or best dream.

He shook his head and discarded the thought as soon as it popped up. It wouldn't do do to think about Goten ever again. Soon they'll have be half a galaxy away from one another.

Their return home didn't bare thinking about. His crew had been victorious in the fact that they'd taken Borgessa, but empty handed in news about the Planets disappearence. His father would be disappointed, and then there would handling the issue of Goten when he returned. He was already trying to formulate a lie to tell the Council. His father might buy it, but Gohan… God, what would Gohan think of him?

A dense ball of dread swirled around his stomach at the thought. He wouldn't be able to fool Gohan so easily. For him, Trunks would have to explain the truth, and just hope that he still had a friend by the end of the tale.

"You were too kind to the boy." Axal told him for the hundredth time, "He will be in your debt for the rest of his life."

"That's not what I want." Trunks muttered weakly as they made their way to the small camp. The fire burned a few yards away giving the house its distance. It ensured Goten's scented wouldn't reach them, but to Trunks, it didn't matter. He would be sleeping with one eye open to keep an eye on Leta and Beet. They wouldn't mean Goten any harm, but if they got a whiff of him anything could happen.

The Alpha's instincts were a hard thing to ignore.

That given, if they so much as turned their eyes towards the house, Trunks didn't know if he could stop himself from killing them. He needed to get off the planet. Fast.

The sound of shuffling footsteps caused him to look up. Leta and Beet were scrambling towards them, their eyes wide and mouths panting. Immediately Trunks tensed at the sight, readying himself for a fight.

Axal growled beside him, "You idiots, what do you want?"

"Trunks!" Beet stammered, "I mean Your Highness… whatever. We have a problem."

"We certainly do if you come another step forward." Trunks snapped.

His subordinates froze mid step. Leta's face scrunched at the order, "We're not trying to get to your boyfriend. We're trying to tell you something."

"What?" Axal asked, while Trunks glared at her.

Beet held his communicator up in the air, "We have company. About five Saiyan ships have landed 50 nautical miles from here. One's a large carrier."

Trunks had to force himself to breathe. Confusion and alarm gave a punch of adrenaline throughout his body. "What?"

"We don't know who they are, not yet." Beet said, as his eyes flickered over to the small house nearby, "but we better intercept them quick before they find out about our little secret."

Axal's body stiffened, and for a second Trunks worried that his guard would turn around and return to the Capsule home to kill Goten before things could escalate. Instead he turned to whisper in the Prince's ear, "Your father?"

Trunks shook his head, "He would never send warriors to assist us. I either return a hero or die a warrior." Lavender brows narrowed in concentration as he tried to figure out who could have been sent, and why. The new arrivals had to have left only a few days after they departed, could the palace already know about Goten's secret?

That was the worst case scenario, one he tried not to dwell on. The new arrivals were a surprise but also a welcomed miracle. With Axel's ship out of commision it would allow for everyone to return to Vegeta-sei without any delay. He had no choice now, it was time to put Goten out of his mind for good.

An exhausted sigh escaped him, "We'll have to go and meet with them. If they ask, Goten is dead." The others nodded in understanding. "Gather up everything we need. We're going home."


Even though a few days had passed since the battle for Borgessa, his crew was exhausted. Their energy levels were depleted, and they'd spent every spare moment trying to find some clues to Borgessa's new technology.

There was nothing. The Borgessian's who had survived burned any evidence before taking their own lives.

They could barely fly at top speed as they headed towards the landing sight of the new arrivals. In the distance, Trunks could see the steam rising from the space pods and the dome top of a larger ship. He could feel the crew, a small group of mixed Elite warriors and third class Saiyans. A large party for reinforcements, but then again Borgessa had been labeled a high threat environment. Maybe the Council didn't think it was possible for a green Captain and his young crew to take it over.

No other explanation would do to ease Trunks, and still, the idea of having back-up boiled his blood. He could already see Paragus in his mind, feigning concern over the "young inexperienced Prince". The Council member never did have much faith in anything he attempted. Blaming the human blood if anything went wrong.

They landed with little grace. The third class saiyans, stretching their limbs after a long journey immediately jumped to salute. "Your Highness," One greeted,"Its good to see you."

"Where is your Captain? Under what orders are you here?" Trunks barked, masking his weariness with the same abruptness he'd seen on his father time and time again. He marched into the camp, annoyed at the utter surprise on the Saiyan warrior's faces. So, they were expecting to find me dead.

The Third Class's turned to one another seeking out someone to answer. "Your Prince asked you a question." Leta snapped, her teeth bared like a feral animal.

The same Saiyan who greeted Trunks jumped. His long shaggy hair fell into his face at the movement. "Y-Your Majesty…" He didn't finish whatever it was he was going to say. The larger ship's door made a loud hissing noise as it opened and a slender staircase stretched out from the ship to the ground.

Trunks stared at the door waiting to see who descended the stairs. Three Elite warriors he recognized from the Academy stepped out, smirks twisting their lips as they surveyed the damage around them. The crew was all male and consisted of numerous different body types. There was a small round Saiyan who Trunks had seen take on two to three Elite warriors at once, and a slender man who was one of the fastest warriors on the Quad. The third was an average height with hundreds of scars littering his body.

Vaguely, he knew these warriors. They were on a single crew who often bullied the new arrivals to the Academy and made nasty examples of anyone who threatened their power. The three Saiyans gathered under one Captain in particular who Trunks couldn't stand.

Squral stepped out of the ship as if the very thought of him summoned his presence. Trunks' stomach squeezed in unease at the sight of the Captain.

Squral took in the area around him with a wide smile, one that tightened at the sight of the Halfling. "Your Highness," the Captain greeted as he descended the stairs, "Its good to see you're still alive."

"What are you doing here Captain?" Trunks studied the man's face, looking for any telling clues, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. The glee he saw on Squral's face was the same he'd seen in the halls of the palace after a particularly vicious spar match.

Squral towered over him, the Captain's height had always been his main trick for intimidation. "The Council didn't want to risk your life on a rock like Borgessa. They wanted to make sure we did things right this time, finish the job."

"Well as you can see the job is finished," Trunks motioned to the destruction around them, giving a triumphant smile that stretched the muscles of his mouth. "Only took two days."

"Two days?" Squral frowned in disbelief, but there was no way he could deny that the planet was bare. "The Council clearly underestimated your crews abilities."

"Clearly," Trunks nodded trying not to dwell on the hint of sarcasm he heard in the Captain's voice.

Squral's dark eyes flickered behind the Prince, "Your crew looks like it was a well fought battle. But I wonder... where is Kakorot's brat?"

He knows, Trunks frowned, quickly squashing the thought. There was no way they could know Goten's secret. No way. "he didn't make it." He answered, forcing his jaw to unclench.

Squral nodded, looking smug. "Well no surprise there. We all knew he was too inexperienced to make it out here. I hope he was useful while alive."

Don't show emotion, His father's voice warned, helping Trunks to be aware of what his face might give away. Never show attachment.

"He fought well, but it wasn't good enough." he managed, "Now, two of our ships are out of commision. We'll need to ride back with you to report that Borgessa has been taken over." Trunks made sure to look at the third class Saiyans and added, "All of us."

"We traveled halfway across the galaxy and we're just going to turn back?" Squral laughed, "I don't think so. Our mission isn't done."

Trunks glared, "Look around you. I'm sorry the Council sent you on such a fruitless trip, but we're done here."

"You may be, and may I add, you did much better than anyone expected. We were hoping to come here and have our job already done." Squral's smile was still in place, giving his words an extra amount of threat. Trunks' instincts flared at the sight. Danger Danger.

He heard Leta yelp behind him, turning he saw the small round Elite had grabbed her arm and twisted it. The others had surrounded them, like sharks who had the first scent of blood.

"You see Prince," Squral continued as malice crept into his grin, "You and your crew aren't leaving this planet. I'm here to make sure of that."


Author's Note: Sorry about last week guys. I had the chapter pretty much done but then lost about 1,000 words that I had to rewrite. That, plus work getting really crazy meant a late chapter update and probably the end of my weekly updates until I can catch a break. Thanks everyone for your kind reviews and encouragement. I'll try to have the next chapter up soon. I hope this chapter was worth the wait!

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