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: Trunks and Goten face their first true enemy together.
Alpha Royal
Chapter Fifteen: Protection
"Explain," The Prince demanded, his voice dripping with the promise of violence.
Noise of a scuffle broke out behind him. Leta growled before skin smacked against skin and someone let out a breathless, "Ooof." Squral didn't look at all concerned about his men. His white teeth chomped at the air in a noiseless laugh. "Come on Your Highness, it doesn't take a lot to figure it out."
No it didn't, but he wanted to hear the truth from the Captain's mouth anyway. Squral wasn't the type to play coy; danger stank up the air around them. Trunks snarled, "The warriors we sent before gave the Borgessian's our technology. Let me guess, they worked for you the entire time?" A toothy grin confirmed the suspicion. "They came here, did their job, and flew off planet with no one noticing."
"That's about right," Squral cocked his head with a knowing smile. The same one Trunks had seen during Goten's challenge in the Gravity Chamber.
He couldn't stop the rage from building inside as he made the connection. "And Goten's Gravity Chamber malfunctioning? Was that you or your cronies?"
Squral's head threw back with a barking laugh, "I wish it had been me, but you know as well as I do, we Captains have others to do our dirty work."
"Coward," Trunks said, "Why? What do you get from killing us?"
"You're thinking too small Prince. This isn't about you and me, though I've enjoyed the idea of killing you and your crew for months now. This is about something bigger."
Even without throwing a punch, it felt as if Squral had hit him. Blue eyes narrowed to hide their surprise, "What are you planning?"
Squral tutted, "I'm not going to reveal the big plan, not to a dead man."
Behind him the fighting got rougher. He could hear the grunts and pitched noise of battle; it didn't sound good. Squral had them out numbered. Under normal circumstances that wouldn't matter, Trunks had every confidence that his team could defeat Squral's small group, but after fighting off the Borgessians…
Winning was a fleeting cloud of hope. The only thing that flashed in Trunks' thoughts was how he wanted to smash Squral's grinning face into oblivion. Killing him would bring the last ounce of satisfaction he would ever feel, and that was okay.
His body moved on its own, fueled by rage. He had thought there wasn't much energy left in his body but his muscles still twitched with the instinct to kill. To punch, maul, destory the man who threatened his crew.
He was the Prince of all Saiyans, and he wouldn't go down without a fight.
Without another word Trunks drew his sword from its sheath, angling it towards the tail wrapped around the Captain's waist. Cutting it would give him the edge he needed, in two moves he could shut Squral up forever.
The sword swung down and hit nothing. Squral pivoted back, the smug look on his face replaced with grimace. His speed was top notch and without hesitation he pulled back his fist punched the top of the Prince's head.
Trunks heard something crack, felt the resounding crunch of bone ringing in his ear before the blood started soaking his hair. Without any warning his legs buckled and his sword fell from numb fingers.
Squral snorted, "Too slow Your Highness. Let me show you how it's done."
Meaty fists wrapped into the band on his armor, tugging Trunks' body up. He saw Squral grinning down at him, saw the fist jerk back and aim for his face before the blood made his vision go red. Then he didn't have to see anything, just feel the crushing blow of cement hitting his face.
On the first punch his nose broke and the blood pooled into his mouth and down his chin. On the seond his hands twitched in an effort to stop the onslaught but couldn't even lift. He lost count after that, instead concentrating on breathing past all the blood and the distant cries of his crew.
His crew. They were losing. Fighting valiantly until the end but their energy was draining fast.
It was a slaughter. Exactly how Squral wanted it.
The Saiyan laughed above him and stopped long enough to stare at the damage he had caused. "I could do this all day." Squral smiled, "My boys will kill your crew but you, I think, we'll keep alive a little longer. I want to be able to tell your father that you begged for death." He erupted into another round of booming laughter, bordering on hysterical. The noise rang in Trunks' ears and threatened to be the last thing he heard as he slipped into unconsciousness.
It was a miracle that another noise managed to overpower it. A cry, loud with panic and so desperate as it screamed out his name, "Trunks!"
Something hit Squral, the wind from the impact brushed against Trunks' cheek and suddenly he wasn't being held up anymore. He met the hard ground with a sense of relief.
His body heaved and coughed, desperate to get the taste of blood out of his mouth. Strong arms gently pawed at his face, whipping the blood away and unconcerned with the threat of Squral.
"Trunks," his savior hissed, "Trunks! Kami, please be alright."
The voice pierced past the haze of pain, replacing it with crippling alarm as Trunks realized who it belonged to. Another hard cough rattled his lungs as he chocked, "Goten?"
His eyes felt like they were on fire, every time he blinked more blood dripped into them and the skin pulled tight against the broken bones in his face, but he didn't stop trying until the fuzzy outline of Goten solidified.
The black haired teen grinned, looking like his brother's twin for a brief moment. Worry etched into his round eyes despite the effort to hide it. "Trunks! You're alright."
"Goten?" Trunks gasped his friends' name, new found terror crept up his throat and threatened to take the place of the blood. Weakly he tried to push the other body away from his but his limbs wouldn't listen. "Goten what are you doing here? You have to leave."
Hurt flashed in the Omega's dark eyes and just a quickly disappeared. "You're welcome," Goten said with sniff, "For saving your life a second time."
"Goten," anger pierced past the worry resulting in a threatening growl, "For once act like an Omega and understand the danger you are in right now."
"I will not," Goten snapped back, his breathes coming out in laborious pants. Attacking Squral must have stressed his injuries. Trunks noticed one hand cupping his bruised ribs. Goten's free hand snatched out and grabbed his chin forcing their eyes to meet. "Stop looking at me like I'm a wounded bird. Have you seen yourself recently?"
A smile twitched at the corners of Trunks lips, "Squral didn't really have a mirror on him."
Goten shook his head, "You look like shit Trunks."
"Thanks for that."
"Everyone does," Goten continued, sparring a quick look over his shoulder, "this isn't about Alphas and Omegas. We're all fighting here, and I'll be damned if I sit in a safe little cottage while my crewmates die."
Trunks blinked, his anger still simmering but where his orders usually had others running to obey one Omega was standing his ground. He sighed and looked away, "Not about Alphas and Omegas? You're an idiot."
Goten laughed, the chest shaking, heart pounding laugh that made the remaining bones in Trunks' body ache at how much he liked the noise. "Yeah, but I'm the idiot who saved your life."
An inhuman roar echoed back in response shutting both Saiyans up. Goten's gaze shifted up quickly as the smile slipped from his face. "I think I've awakened the beast."
Being reminded that they weren't alone jarred Trunks back into awareness. Squral was nearby. Squral was trying to kill them. And if he found out about Goten...
"Goten," Trunks tried again, this time soft. He'd never begged for anything before, but he was considering it now. "You don't have to prove anything to me."
Please don't do this. It went unsaid but the softness that settled into Goten's eyes made it clear he understood. The Omega squeezed his hand in reassurance before climbing to his feet.
A grim look settled across the young teens face, making him look years older. "I'll draw them away. Try to pull yourself together Captain. It's gonna be a fight."
Goten took off, pushing his body as fast and as far as it would go. Away from Trunks. Away from Squral. Out into the barren wasteland of Borgessa. Trunks cried out after him but it was quickly carried off in the wind. Still, it didn't take long from them to catch him.
It wasn't Squral who got to him first. Instead a Third-Class tackled him from behind, yanking Goten down midflight and into the dusty dirt. He could still hear Trunks calling out while the third-class' hot breathes panted against the base of his spine. "What's this? Another Elite- no a..."
"Get off me!" Goten snarled, landing a vicious kick to the third-class's face. He'd gotten a lot stronger in the time spent at the Academy. Before, his fighting skills might have been enough to take on an average Third-class. Now a single kick alone sent his attacker skittering across the dirt. Goten scrambled to his feet in time to see more of Squral's men land next to him.
"So we haven't played with all the toys yet. That's good to know." The smile on the Saiyan's face was feral, Next to him a huskier Elite landed and gave his bloodied knuckles a loud crack.
"Hope he has more energy than his crew mates."
Goten's body tensed, preparing for the fight to come. The only reassurance he got was in the fact that if their focus was on him then it was off Leta and Beet. His crew was still alive, but barely. He could see out of the corner of his eye the remaining men from Squral's crew taking turns beating upon their bodies.
The fat Elite sniffed the air suddenly, his smile slipping as he nudged his friend. "Hey Trax, do you smell that?"
Trax frowned in confusion, "It... smells like an Omega."
Both eyes fell on Goten, who raised his fists in response. He knew his secret would get out eventually, there was no way around it, but to fight.
"Well, looks like the Prince brought along his very own whore." Trax sneered, stepping forward. His beady, rat like eyes blinked, taking Goten in before they narrowed. "Aren't you Kakorot's brat?"
Goten held his position and glared at the two, his chin raised high. "Damn right I am, and I'm not a whore either. I'm a member of the prince's crew."
The fat Elite laughed, saliva dribbling down his chin. "He thinks he's an Alpha."
"We'll have to remind him of his place." Trax panted, his cheeks flushing with every inhale of Goten's scent.
In one fluid movement the two jumped forward. Hands reaching out, eager to grab whatever leverage they could get on the Omega. Goten pivoted back, expecting the attack and pushing an extra dose of speed into his exhausted muscles.
His back quickly hit a wall, stopping all movement before the wall pushed him behind it. Goten blinked, realizing it wasn't a wall at all but a person. His heart fluttered in response, hoping for Trunks or even Axal, but when he looked up the only face he saw was the gleeful gleam on Captain Squral's.
The two Elites weren't quick enough to stop their pursuit. They each ran into a outstretched arm and Squral closed a grip on their necks before they could escape.
"Trax... Delier... aren't you two suppose to be handling the Prince's crew?" Squral drawled, sounding disappointed as his eyes slide from one elite to the other.
Trax and Delier struggled in his grip, scrambling to unhook Squral's meaty fingers from their necks. Goten watched, dread building in the pit of his stomach as he slowly began to inch away from the scene.
"Sir," Trax coughed, "It's being handled right now. The others..."
"Aren't dead yet." Squral tutted, "and none of you get to play until that is done. Understood?"
"We're sorry sir," Delier gasped, his eyes bulging, "We'll go and kill them right now. We just didn't want this one to get away."
"Oh he won't." answered Squral. Trax and Delier barely had time to utter a thank you before two burning balls of energy shot from their Captain's hand and landed directly into their chests. The smell of burning flesh sizzled in the air for a moment before the light died away and the bodies fell to the ground with a hard thump.
Goten stilled at the sight, the need to escape faded from his mind at the horror he'd just witnessed. "You... They... they were your crew."
"It's so hard to find good crew members these days." Squral shrugged, turning away from the Elites without a second glance. His eyes fell on Goten with only the barest hint of surprise. At the contact the Omega scrambled to his feet, the hair on his tail fizzled up like raised hackles. "I was told you were dead."
"Clearly I'm not." Goten cringed at the tremble in his voice. He wasn't afraid of Squral, no, but his body was quivering in the presence of the Alpha's strength. Stupid body, it was quickly losing the fight against his heat and once it did- he'd be nothing but a pile of mush in Squral's hands.
The Captain regarded him coolly, "Now why would the Prince lie about something like that?"
"To give us the advantage," Goten lied stepping back as Squral moved towards him.
"Advantage? You spared his life a few minutes at most that's not much of an advantage. Plus, you're injured. And…" Squral sniffed the air, "Apparently death wasn't the only secret he told about you."
Goten lifted his hands up and prepared to unleash a quick Solar Flare. The attack had helped him once against Squral and would do so again, but before he could gather the energy Squral was on him. Large hands gripped his wrists and yanked them to Goten's side, the yell of attack broke off into a yelp as Goten felt himself being spun around and pinned against a broad chest.
His body, the traitorous thing, convulsed at the contact. Shivering with intense pleasure, he swallowed back a moan, but Squral's husky laughter filled the shell of his ear. "I smell it on you." The captain breathed, and Goten could hear the pitch of lust in his voice. The unmistakable purr of the Alpha who has caught his prey. "You're an Omega."
"Let me go!" Goten jerked his body but found the grip unmoving. He was stuck.
Squral's laughter boomed louder, the older Saiyan rested his head on Goten's shoulder as he collected himself. "An Omega. I can't believe it! Kakorot's been hiding an Omega brat from everyone. What was he thinking? Letting you onto the palace grounds?"
Another shiver ran through Goten even as his skin burned at Squral's touch. He was hot. so hot, and the Alpha was touching him. Stroking his exposed skin and setting it aflame.
"I wonder-" The Captain's voice trailed off as one hand rubbed soft circles against Goten's stomach. "What he will say when I introduce myself as your mate?"
"No," the word came out more as a moan then a powerful rebut. Squral's hand laid flat against his stomach and Goten had to bite down on his tongue to hide his pleasure.
"Imagine the look on his face when he sees my cub in your womb."
Shame seeped into Goten as his heat responded to Squral's words, his threats. The back of his eyes burned as the hand stroked the smooth skin of his stomach and then clutched at his hard groin. This was his worst nightmare come to life. He could barely breathe despite the heavy gulps of air his lungs were taking in. Staring off into the distance Goten tried to imagine he was somewhere else, anywhere else while Squral pawed at him.
And then... he saw a star.
"No," Trunks struggled to his feet, his vision still red from the blood that was smeared across his face. He could see Goten in the distance, trapped and struggling in the arms of Squral.
His stomach tightened painfully at the sight, as if his intestines had taken another blow. The pain nearly made him double over, but somehow he found the strength to climb to his feet.
Goten needed him.
After the young Omega had risked his own life to save Trunks, the Prince would be damned if he didn't return the favor. A life for a life. It was a very basic, old Saiyan code that many didn't adhere to, but his father had taught him better.
Something else nagged at him. The smell of Goten's scent so close, the look of relief in those large owlish black eyes, Goten's utter stupidity that made Trunks want to scream. All of it surfaced and reminded him to move. He had to move or Squral would do something horrible.
From the distance he heard Goten cry out, "No!" And saw as one of Squral's large hands lovingly began to stroke the Omega's stomach.
And then... Trunks saw red.
A beautiful golden orb twinkled in the distance, Goten forced his eyes to open as he took it in. One moment it was there and the next it faded, but for that brief shinning second he had felt a spike of energy. Something powerful awakening.
And then it was back. He squinted, realizing just in time what it was he was looking at before the ki blast slammed into Squral's face. The hands around Goten's hips loosened enough for his body to fall to the ground.
The dirt and rocks bit into his skin, but the coolness of the rocky ground urged Goten to lay in place. His exhaustion couldn't prevent the trembles from still tingling his body.
He heard Squral grunt behind him, the ground shifting as he climbed to his feet. "What the-?"
A sharp buzzing noise filled the air just above Goten's head as someone appeared there. He felt their energy, its power heated his skin with an entirely different sensation but the Omega in him shuddered in the presence of such strength.
The strongest Alpha in the area.
Trunks.
Goten recognized the glow now, the energy that surrounded him. He curled into it, let it roam of his body and let the pain in his limbs fade away in awe of Trunks' Super Saiyan energy. It was the healing slave he needed, giving the young half Saiyan enough energy to sit up.
Trunks stood in front of him, a protective wall between Goten and Squral. The Captain's eyes were wide enough that the golden energy around Trunks flickered in them. Causing the black pools to shimmer with worry. "You're a... but how?" Squral grit his teeth and snarled, if he were an animal his hackles would have risen at the challenge. "How do you have this amount of energy? You were practically dead."
"And then you made a mistake," Trunks said, his voice chillingly cold, "You touched what was mine."
"I want that boy." Squral howled, tensing up.
"Then come and take him from me."
Goten felt his mouth go dry. The ground beneath him dropped out and for the first time he found himself unwilling to fight. Not so much that two Alpha's were fighting over him, a sight he never thought he'd see in his life. No, he was frozen because of what Trunks had said.
"Mine."
He claimed Goten as his, and something sang within Goten at the word. "Yes," he wanted to say, "Yes. Yours." It was cliché, way more sentimental then anything Goten would ever put the time into saying but the Heat was making him delirious.
Black eyes closed on the thoughts and when they opened the two Alphas were gone. Only the slight gust of wind betrayed their quick movement. A loud thud echoed behind Goten, then another slap of skin against skin from his far left. They were moving incredibly fast, but Squral couldn't keep with Trunks. On the third contact the Prince's punch sent him flying into the ground. A deep impression engulfed Squral's bleeding body, his arm was nearly torn away from his body.
Goten gasped as he took in the damage. That quick, the fight was over.
Trunks hovered above the fallen man for a moment. Assessing his opponent's ability to fight. Squral coughed up blood and struggled to his feet again, cursing. "Sniveling Prince. You think a little energy boost and gold hair will beat us."
"No, but it is enough to send you to the underworld." Trunks scowled, moving a hand out in front of him. "Now as your prince, I command you to get out of my sight."
The energy was gathered, ready to rip Squral to pieces, but before it could release Goten shouted, "Wait!"
To his surprise, Trunks did. Slowly, the Prince turned to him. Sea Green eyes narrowed in confusion.
"He said us." Goten explained. His panting breathes were the only thing that slowed down his questions. "Squral, who are you working with?" Pant. "What do you have planned?" Gasp. Pant. "Who asked you to kill Trunks' Crew?" Vision blurring.
Understanding along with warm pride lit up Trunks' face, when a bitter laugh interrupted the moment. "Like I'd tell you," Squral bared his blood soaked teeth, "This fight isn't over. I won't stop until-" His ranting cut off into an agonized scream as Trunks fired a ki blast at his dangling arm. The limb fell off with a sickening squish.
"Who sent you Squral?" Trunks demanded.
"Fuck You" Squral gasped, his eyes crazies with pain as they tried to look at anything but Trunks. Eventually they fell on Goten, "and your whore."
There was no time for him to scream as Trunks threw out a blast of sizzling energy. Goten could feel the heat from where he sat on the ground. Eyes closed as he fought back the urge to vomit. The ground lurched under him, and he didn't realize it was because he'd fallen to his side until a soft touch startled him out of the haze.
He looked up, surprised to see Trunks crouched beside him. Blonde hair stained with blood fell into the Prince's eyes, concern twisted his features. "Goten..."
Goten's body gave another hard shudder at his name. He wiggled weakly despite the pain in his body, wanting to be touched more, wanting Trunks more than anything in the universe. Water, food, fighting... none of it compared to a Alpha's touch.
His Alpha's touch.
Looking at the expression on Trunks' face told him the other felt the same way. A hand reached down to Goten's exposed stomach, slowly... slowly...
"The other's..." Goten managed weakly, fighting his body's urges with everything he had.
Trunks' hand snapped back, as if the words had stung him. His mouth formed into a solemn straight line, one that acknowledged Goten's concern but still he didn't move. Trunks stood and looked towards the ship, where the others' energy was just barely hanging on. Beet's was dramatically low.
Goten swallowed his concern and tried to plead with his eyes. Unsure why Trunks hesitated to leave.
And then it hit him.
Trunks didn't want to risk living him alone. Goten's heat had awoken a strong animalistic instinct that told him to guard, watch his Omega, should another Alpha challenge him again. Meanwhile, their crew- their friends were dying.
Again, bile threatened to gag him. Goten braced his body against the ground just in case and gave Trunks a glare. "Go," he said, "If you don't they'll die."
"And what about you?" Trunks asked, towering over him like some sort of god. His energy was still pulsing, causing his hair and tail to wave about madly in the air. He looked dangerous. He looked gorgeous.
Goten tried to snort, doing his best to reassure the other. "It'll take you... what- 3 seconds to take care of those guys. I'll be alright for that long."
"Will you?" Trunks eyed him carefully.
"Yes," Goten held his breath, trying not to show how the Heat was affecting him. He needed Trunks to check on the others, to get away from him. Maybe then his skin would stop crawling.
"This isn't over," Trunks said, "When I get back we're going to have a conversation about your recklessness."
Goten smiled; for once he had nothing to say to the Alpha's overprotective nature. Trunks smiled as well, a sight that made the black haired teen's heart flip. He was sure he'd never see that smile again. His Heat flared at the warm thoughts, bringing Goten out of his thoughts. Trunks was still standing in front of him, looking on with concern.
"Go," Goten said, forcing himself to look away.
Trunks nodded, and without another word he took off towards the rest of Squral's men. As soon as he was gone, Goten allowed himself to lay on the cool ground and let the true struggle of his heat consume him.
With the Alpha away it only got worse. Goten closed his eyes, gritting his teeth and tried not to actively call out. If he did Trunks would be back in a second, or even worse another Alpha would find him. He couldn't do it. Wouldn't do it.
He concentrated on the lessons he'd learn in Omega School. The dull words of his teacher fading in and out of his memory. "Omega's are just as strong as Alphas but in a very different way. Our Heats can often times feel like you're dying. In fact, without proper care, you can die."
Die. The word rang in Goten's mind, he always suspected being an Omega would get him killed but not like this.
Quickly the scorching fever blackened his vision, the earth shifted like the night he'd had too much to drink with Beet and Leta. He concentrated on breathing. Just keep breathing.
Author's Note: You've all been so patient! So I worked extra hard to get this to you. For month's I've been struggling because I just didn't know if it was good enough or not. I hope it was worth the wait and enjoyable. Please forgive any mistakes I've made. I have no Beta reader. Thanks!
