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: The boys finally admit their feelings for each other. (This chapter is Rated: M)
Alpha Royal
Chapter Seventeen: Omega Royal
For days they continued to assist Goten, and every time they left a painful stitch dug itself into Trunks side. It was horrible seeing his friend so out of it. He wondered if Goten would even remember this time after the Heat passed. Would he remember the things he said? Would he remember the pain?
His answer came on the eighth day. When Trunks entered the hallway and noticed the scent had faded. Only a faint mist of it clung to the walls. His stomach twisted in dread, already missing the alluring smell as he raced to the small bedroom, leaving Axal trailing behind. When the door opened, the odor drifted back.
Standing beside the bed Goten blinked at him wearing a loose pair of sweats and a shirt in hand. A pink blush touched his pale cheeks as he looked down to the ground. "Ah, Trunks. I was wondering when you would come."
"You're... feeling better?" Trunks asked, unable to come up with anything else to say. He was staring, taking in every detail of Goten while he could. His dark eyes were shining again and the color had returned to his cheeks. He'd lost some weight in past two weeks but that wouldn't be hard to fix.
Goten nodded, pulling the shirt over his head quickly as if he were ashamed of his bare chest. "I'm still a little light headed and my body feels kind of numb but besides all that I'm fine." He paused, pursing his lips for a moment before admitting, "Actually I'm kind of starving."
"I'll go get some food." Axal said, "Your Heat won't be completely over for another week but its good to see you've come to your senses."
"Thanks..." Goten mumbled, eyes still locked on the ground.
"Your still confined to this room. Understood?" Axal waited until Goten gave a silent nod before walking towards the kitchen.
Surprise shook Trunks as he realized the guard had left him and Goten alone. His fists clenched at his side as he reassured himself nothing would happen. He'd managed not to lose control during the worst of the Heat. He could stay strong now.
"There's something different about Axal." Goten murmured, eying the door suspiciously. "He's being… nice."
"Well, he did help take care of you while you were in Heat."
"What?" Shock rippled across the younger boy's face, "and I'm still alive?"
Trunks laughed, "I know, it took me by surprise as well."
Goten hummed, rubbing his arms nervously. Realization hit the Prince hard when he realized why. "I'm sorry. You're still feeling unwell, right? I can leave."
"No," Goten shook his head, "That's not it. I'm just...I'm sorry that you had to go to so much trouble for me."
It took him a moment to realize what was happening, he'd seen it before. The same bowed head and subdued expression on the servants in the palace. No, Trunks thought fiercely, This isn't right. Goten shouldn't be apologizing.
"You were right to leave me behind. I didn't realize how... terrible the Heat was." A shudder ran through the small body and Goten clutched at himself even harder. "I'm so embarrassed you had to see me like that Trunks. I- I never wanted to be this. If you hate me I understand."
"Hate you?" repeating the words didn't make them any less stupid. Trunks stared for a moment and then gritted his teeth, "Don't be an idiot Goten. I don't hate you."
His tone was harsh, harsh enough to make any Omega flinch, but Goten didn't. He looked up, eyes shinning bright with hope and hesitation. "B-But you..."
"I what?" Trunks asked, watching as a blush turned Goten's face dark red.
"You barely touched me." Just a whisper, one with pain carefully laced into the tone.
Ice raced down Trunks' spine as he held Goten's gaze. He was speechless for an eternity before the words finally came rushing out of his mouth. "Of course I didn't Goten! Kami, Do you know what would have happened if I allowed myself to indulge? I was just barely holding on to control, what if I'd done something you would have regretted?"
Goten jerked as if he's been struck, his head quickly ducking down to the floor. Guilt surged in Trunks' chest when he noticed the teen's slender shoulders started to shake. He cursed under his breathe, "I'm sorry Goten. Please don't cry."
"Idiot," Goten mumbled, "You're such an idiot."
He certainly felt like one. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so awkward, had there ever been a time? Axal had just left him and within minutes he gone and made a mess out of everything. It was possible that this was another test from the guard, to see how the Prince could handle an Omega by himself, and he was failing spectacularly. Trunks sighed, his concern drifting back to the younger boy when he noticed Goten angrily swiping at his eyes.
Instinct took over after that, propelling him to move forward. The smell of Heat wasn't as controlling as it once was, but it still sang to instincts. Telling him he needed to comfort the Omega. Now, now he trusted himself to fully embrace Goten.
And he did. Pulling the small body close to his own, his hooked his chin over Goten's head and inhaled the smell of sweat that clung the black hair. The body trembled against him and Trunks could feel the tears staining his shirt. Tears of frustration, he realized.
"Why?" Goten asked, "Why do you have to be like this?"
"Like this?" he prodded.
"Perfect." A weak laugh punctuated the word. The sound of it nearly broke the Prince's heart. "I never wanted to mate with an Alpha. I always thought… I'd never find one who respected me. And yet here you are. You could have done whatever you wanted to me, I wanted you to, and yet you…" the voice trailed off as small hands clung to Trunks. "Kami, why did I have to fall in love?"
The words knocked the air out of him. He pulled back to look Goten in the eye, hoping to see the truth there. The black haired teen kept his gaze lowered until Trunks gently tipped his chin up. "Goten," he breathed, "You love me?"
He'd seen Goten face down a malfunctioning AI, the toughest warriors on Borgessa, and a group of Alpha fighters and never once did fear creep into the boy's face. But now it was there, filling black eyes with shame and bringing a grimace across handsome features. For those reasons and more it did not belong on Goten's face.
A hesitated silence was his reply, Trunks tried again. "Goten?"
"Since that night we went drinking." Goten admitted, "I thought I could control it, just like I thought I could control all my instincts. Foolish, huh?"
"You've done a lot of foolish things," Trunks told him, "but I wouldn't say that was one of them."
Confusion fell across Goten's face like a shadow, one Trunks intended to chase away. Stepping forward, he closed the small distance between their bodies and leaned in. He kissed Goten. If it was another of Axal's tests, he was doomed to fail it. He never really had a chance.
The kiss was unexpected. He'd never been kissed before, had no idea how to really. To his surprise lips were soft, probably the only soft part of any Saiyan, and they didn't latch unto him with the hunger Goten had seen in other kisses. This one was different, almost timid in its touch.
He was just beginning to enjoy it, his body moving past it's initial shock, when the kiss broke.
Goten opened his eyes, couldn't even remember closing them, to see Trunks standing an arms length away. The red hue of a blush colored the Alpha's neck, and blue eyes refused to look at him. An awkwardness stood between them, one that hadn't been there before. Slowly, he replayed Trunks' last words to him over in his head. "Oh," Goten cocked his head in understanding, "Does this mean you like me too?"
"Idiot." Trunks snapped, but it lacked the sharpness of any real insult. The blush crept higher on his face and finally their eyes met. There was a wildness in Trunks' gaze, like a starved man seeing water for the first time. "Of course I like you. Didn't I say so on the battlefield?"
"What?" Goten yelped, "you did?" He tried to think back on it, but couldn't remember much from the last fight.
Trunks' face twisted, a mixture of fondness and irritation. In the end, fondness won. "Mine. I told Squral that you were mine and I meant it Goten."
It was another blank spot in his memory but Trunks looked so serious. This couldn't be another one of his pranks. Still, it all sounded too good to be true. A nervous chuckle escaped his lips before he could think better of it and the words started to spill out. "Am I still hallucinating? Or is this a dream? Wait- no, if this was a dream we definitely wouldn't be dressed right now. I'd-"
Trunks took pity on him, cutting off his babbling with a pair of warm lips. It felt good to kiss him again, and this time Goten didn't waste time with surprise. If this was a dream, he intended to enjoy it while it lasted. He wrapped his arms around the Alpha, bringing their bodies closer. He felt those lips curl up into their familiar smirk and Goten committed the feeling to memory.
When they broke apart they were both red faced and panting, but even that couldn't hide their smiles. Trunks was practically purring with joy, "So, Son Goten, does this mean you accept my request to mate?"
"Of course, I just… didn't think I had a chance."
"The one who didn't have a chance was me."
The words were drenched in sincerity. It was mostly likely the first time Trunks had ever been so honest in front of anyone. So vulnerable. Still, Goten couldn't help but laugh. "You're being awfully sappy Trunks. Is this how all Alpha's get when they want to mate?"
The open expression left, making Goten immediately regret his choice of words. But just as quickly Trunks recovered, his smile easy. "You should talk cry baby."
"Hey, they were tears of joy!"
"I know." As if to show him Trunks leaned in and kissed the dried tear tracks on his lover's face. Goten would have thought Saiyan's incapable of such a gentle touch, but once again those lips proved him wrong. He turned his head to capture them, and for a moment things were perfect. A warm hand slithered up his shirt, making Goten realize just how foolish it had been to get dressed in the first place. His skin caught fire at the touch made him moan into the kiss as skilled fingers stroked his abs.
"Let's go to bed," murmured Trunks.
Goten nodded his body already falling on the small cot. He sat on the edge while the Alpha hovered over him. In a swift movement Trunks was pulling his shirt over his head and pushing Goten on his back. Their hands entangled as they struggled to get his sweats off, all the patience quickly gave away to frantic tugging as their lust built up. Goten's cock ached. By the time it was freed from his boxers it was already hard and leaking precum. His body knew what was about to happen, knew that it would finally get the very thing it had been craving for days.
Trunks stood back up and looked at his newly naked form. It wasn't the first time Trunks had seen him naked, Goten knew that, but the stare made him nervous. The way it traveled over his thighs and stomach, how it lingered on the crook of his neck, and the muscles of his arms. When they finally reached Goten's face their eyes locked, stealing the breath out of the Omega.
"You're perfect, you know that?"
Normally Goten would have snorted. Sappy Alpha indeed, but even he couldn't bring himself to do it. Those words, they did something funny to his heart. Making it ache and glow at the same time. He watched as Trunks quickly shucked his own spandex and then felt the bed dip with the Prince's weight. The warmth of Trunks' body pressed down on him, his cock rubbed against Goten's own causing him to cry out.
Finally. Finally.
"I'm going to take care of your Goten."
He couldn't respond. A coherent response was impossible as he watched Trunks' body slide down his own. Lower and lower until the Alpha's head was inches away from his cock. Goten was entranced, some part of him knew what was about to happen but it wasn't until Trunks gave the first tentative lick that the shock set in. He gasped, arching in pleasure as Trunks took the cock into his mouth.
Strong arms parted his legs, giving the Alpha more access, it made Goten feel vulnerable. All he could do was grip the thin sheets desperately as Trunks began to suck. It was nothing he'd ever felt before, a touch so foreign and intimate just watching the scene made him blush. He felt the warm tongue stroking him in a place that pooled all his pleasure. Building it more and more, bringing the release he'd been dying for. But it was too much, too quickly. His hands gently pushed at one of Trunks' broad shoulders. "I'm…I'm going to come."
The Alpha didn't stop. If anything the tongue moved harder, faster. Trunks took his cock deeper and sucked as if it were a delicacy. Goten's thighs trembled as he tried to hold back his climax. Tried… and failed. He came with a loud cry, throwing his head back as sparks flew in front of his eyes. His head spun, feeling lightheaded from the pleasure of it all.
There was a loud, wet noise as Trunks released his cock. The Prince flashed him a devilish smile that made Goten's cock pulse with life again. The damn Heat, it was still hungry for more. He needed his Alpha's cock in him, claiming him, bonding them together. It was lucky that Trunks seemed just as eager to give it to him.
"That was because you waited so patiently for me." Trunks said, "Now we'll start getting serious."
"S-serious?" Goten stammered. He watched in wide eyed fascination as Trunks dipped his head down again, the hands on his thighs lifted him up just the slightest bit. He felt it then, the tongue circling his hole. Covering it in warm saliva. Goten's entire body jerked in shock as he cried out. It was so dirty, so gloriously dirty and felt so good. The tongue teased his hole before finally slipping in and fucking him. Trunks began to make obscene noises that resonated on his tongue. Within minutes the Omega was hard again; panting and wiggling his body in time with the tongue's movements.
Suddenly, a finger joined in and began to stretch him. A jolt of electricity raced down to his cock and Goten whimpered at the touch. At first it was painful but his body quickly adjusted. After days of Heat he was eager for something to be inside him.
Trunks' tongue disappeared as a second finger joined in. The Prince hooked one of his thighs over one broad shoulder, giving him better leverage as he fucked Goten. Their breathes filled the room as Goten began to match the pace, meeting each thrust eagerly.
"More," he whined, "Trunks I need you."
"Alright," panted his lover. The fingers disappeared, leaving him feeling hollow and empty but not for long. He got a quick glimpse of Trunks' gorgeous cock, large and standing at attention before it was pressed against his entrance. It slipped in with relative ease, Goten's body welcoming it with open arms.
They both sucked in a breath of surprise as Trunks sunk deeper and deeper. When he couldn't go in anymore they didn't stir. His body draped over Goten's like a living blanket as they caught their breathes. Blue eyes stared into black, searching for any signs of regret, of injury. Goten gave him a shy smile and pulled him in for a kiss, only breaking it for a single word. "Move."
And Trunks did. Pulling back and thrusting forward in maddeningly slow movements. Goten's fingers dug into his lover's bare back, urging him to pick up the pace. "I can take it Trunks. Please! Fuck me!"
"Fuck," the foul word slipped from gritted teeth as Trunks closed his eyes,"You're so tight Goten." His thrusts picked up with pace and the Omega met everyone of them with a hitching breath.
They were both nearing the peak, but there was one thing left to do before they were fully bonded. Goten rolled his head, exposing his neck. "Trunks—" he could barely get a word out, but it seemed he didn't have to say anything else. Without warning Trunks pressed his lips against the crook of his neck and bit down. It was the ultimate show of dominance, a mark from a Alpha. Pain laced with pleasure in a lightning bolt that struck him hard. He came with a wailing cry, body curling into the warmth of his Alpha. Trunks' bare shoulder was so close, only centimeters from his face and he muffled his cry into it.
Trunks grunted above him, cursing under his breath as his body tensed with its own climax. And then it was over.
Goten's hands fell to his side, as limp as if he'd been fighting for hours. Maybe he had been. The fire that had lit his nerves for days was finally extinguished. I'm mated, he thought to himself and felt his heart squeeze in happiness. I'm mated to Trunks.
"Goten?" Trunks asked hesitantly, he shifted but not did not pull out. From the strain of his movements it was easy to tell that the Prince didn't want any extra space between them.
"I'm alright," Goten gave him a warm smile, "Better then alright. That was just… amazing."
"It was, wasn't it." Trunks beamed at the compliment before placing a chaste kiss on the bite mark across Goten's collarbone. The skin gave a small pulse of pain that was ebbed away with a seductive lick. "Sorry I made you wait so long."
"No, it was better like this." He had good memories of their first time, of seeing the gentle side of a Alpha. His hands began to stroke Trunks' bare back, feeling the smooth skin and the hard muscles that made up the Prince's perfect back. A happy noise escaped his lover at the petting. "I don't think I'm going to be able to move tomorrow."
"Well you're Heat isn't technically over." Trunks commented, "There's no reason you have to move anytime soon."
The promise there was delicious. It was a nice thought thinking that it could just be the two other them, lingering in the honeymoon of their mating like any normal couple, but they weren't normal. Things were perfect now, in their small room floating in the abyss of space, but it wouldn't last. "What about everything that happened on Borgessa? Shouldn't we talk about that? And when we get home?"
Trunks' silence assured him that there were things they needed to talk about. The older boy sighed, his voice actually pleading when he said, "Later?"
The fact that he asked and didn't demand caused Goten to agree. Later sounded good, later meant their moment wouldn't have to be ruined. There was always time later, after a little bit of rest.
Later stretched out for two days before Goten finally felt normal again. Though Trunks assured him the Heat still lingered. A dull excuse but one the Prince used to make sure they wait out the end of the week.
It bought them a couple more days to get their fill of each other. Days where Goten could confidently say he learned two secret spots where Trunks was ticklish, saw his mate's smile fifteen times and vowed to see it a hundred more before they set foot off the ship.
Axal came and went, brining bowls of dried meat and fruit to keep them from starving. The small smile on his face was proof that Trunks hadn't been kidding about the Alpha's role in taking care of him, and that their union seemed to have his blessing.
Their bodies were boneless after another rut, skin still sticky with sweat. Trunks made sure a bowl of apples sat between them. His Alpha wore a smug smile, tail wagging, as if he'd personally picked the fruits himself. His Alpha. It felt good to think that. Felt even better to know that he and Trunks were partners in this.
Trunks waited patiently until Goten took the first bite of food before launching into his retelling of past events.
Though he was starving after their love making, Goten found his attention captivated by Trunks' news. His stomach grew queasy with dread with each new revelatiod, and his appeitte drifted away. "So we're up against Freiza?"
Trunks didn't immediately answer him. Purple brows knitted together in hesitation. Goten's finger curled into the bed sheets as he tried again, "Trunks?"
"We don't know if it's Freiza. Not for sure. All we know is it's an Icejin ship." The words came out taunt, barely audible between gritted teeth. Trunks didn't meet his eyes as he spoke. He stared out of the room's only window, at the specks of white that shot by in a flash. A deep look of concentration reflected on his face.
"Alright," Goten nodded, his mind working as well. "You're right. There's no evidence, beisdes our dad's killed the Cold family after Earth was destroyed. Right?"
"Right."
"So what else do we know?" Goten huffed, blowing at the black bangs that dangled into his eyes.
Trunks smiled fondly and swiped the loose strands away. His fingers lingered against Goten's temple as he talked. "We know there's a traitor in the Palace, maybe more than one, and he ordered Squral to attack us."
"And he's in cahoots with the Icejin." Goten hummed as he took a bite of a apple. "You think it's the Icejins are making the planets disappear."
"Most likely," Trunks nodded taking his eyes off the window and scooting closer to Goten. The bed was tiny and he was instantly in Goten's personal space. Practically hovering over him as he picked up a untouched apple and bit into it. "This ship was in communication with them which means they're in the Southern Quadrant. I just can't believe it's gotten this far."
Missing planets in their realm, traitors in the Palace, and returned enemies. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble for a long time to set up the pieces. Suddenly his apple became hard to swallow. "Whoever is behind this he must be pretty powerful."
He saw Trunks' blue eyes flash in the darkness of their room. "On the Council you think?"
Goten nodded, "I can't imagine any other Saiyan pulling it off. The Council has a lot of leeway. They assign Third Class missions, keep tally of the ships docked and the planets under our control."
A long sly smile snaked its way across Trunks' face. "Why Goten, you know an awful lot for being some damsel Omega."
Goten threw an apple at him. "Gohan is training to take a spot there, remember? He'd rant to me about it every once in a while."
"Ah yes, Gohan loves the Council meetings as much as me." Trunks sighed as he stretched his arms. It was late at night, at least that's how it felt. All the lights were off in the ship and the stars were the only thing casting a dim glowt into the room. Axal was asleep and when Trunks stretched his body he moved even more into Goten's space.
Heat sizzled between them and it would be too easy for Goten to loose himself to it once again. He was newly mated after all, there was nothing wrong with wanting to spend time with Trunks. But they weren't done talking.
When Trunks leaned forward Goten easily brushed him aside, "Speaking of the council..." he started, watching as lavender brows turned down in annoyance.
"What?"
"What are we going to do when we get home? I'm still a criminal as far as the Council's concern." Goten prodded, "and they definitely won't like the fact that we're mated now. I'll be seen as some harlot who trapped you."
Trunks' eyes flashed in anger, shining like blue fire. "They wouldn't dare. You're my mate now, that alone should protect you."
The absolute tone made Trunks sound like the Prince he was. It took Goten aback for a moment before a loud laugh shook his entire body. He only muffled his giggles when he saw the confusion on his mate's face.
"What? What's so funny?"
"You!" Goten crowed, taking a few calming breathes. His laughter died down enough for him to finally get a word in. "You might be right, that'll be enough for the Council but it won't be enough to protect us from my dad."
"Your dad?" Trunks repeated as he flopped on his side. The earlier lust was gone, now he leaned on one elbow a keen listener. "What about him? He seems like a nice enough guy."
Goten hummed, trying to figure out the best way to broach the subject. "Well you see, I didn't really tell my dad when I joined the academy. He was off planet at the time but he should be back now."
Realization dawned on Trunks' face. His jaw hung in an open expression Goten had never seen before. "Kami Goten, you didn't tell him anything?"
"He's not really the type of dad who's around when I need to chit chat." Goten snorted, "besides, he would have said no."
"Of course he would have." Trunks nodded, "Your his only Omega son. I'm sure he-"
"Please don't." Goten cut in, "Don't talk about him like you know. I'm nothing to him but a shame. My dad has always wanted me to be nonexistant and soon everyone's going to know exactly who I am. He's going to go ballistic when we get back."
Just thinking about it made his chest ache with anger. For one brief shining moment he'd been happy, lying next to Trunks and now there was the reminder that there was still so much standing in his way. The Council, the King, his own father. None of them would understand what he had to do to prove himself.
The body beside him had gone quiet and when Goten dared to look Trunks' face was unreadable. "I'm sorry I snapped." he mumbled, "my dad and I aren't really close."
"What Saiyan is?" Trunks gave a tight smile. One that didn't touch his eyes.
Goten shrugged, "I don't know. He likes Gohan a lot."
"Everyone likes Gohan. Even the Namekian's blood thirsty leader likes Gohan. In fact, maybe the Icejins would fall for his charm. He could be our secret weapon." They both laughed, and just like that the tension defused.
Absently their tails brushed against each other, curling and uncurling in a steady dance. "But seriously Goten," Trunks started his husky voice rolling over the darkness, curling into the teen's ear. "You don't have to worry about your dad. I'll be right there with you."
An objection poised itself at the tip of his tongue but Goten couldn't bring himself to voice it. Trunks was right, before he'd been alone in the face of his father's rejection. Not even Gohan stood beside him when the time came.
Now things were different.
He nodded quietly and felt Trunks curl around him. It was hard to think that he had tried so hard to fight against his feelings for the other boy. That he had thought, for once second that loving Trunks made him weak. Being together didn't feel like weakness, with Trunks by his side Goten felt like he could take on the world. Like he could even take on his father.
No matter what happens in the future, he decided as sleep fogged up his mind, This has all been worth it.
It was both a blessing and a curse when the Heat finally ended. Leaving their little love nest was difficult but Goten was nearly climbing off the walls with his new found energy and Trunks had to admit that it felt good to walk around the ship again. There was probably a better room somewhere for them anyway, one with more space and a larger bed. But of course, the first thing Goten insisted on doing was training.
At first Axal was more than happy to usher them into the large training hall, but now that eagerness had disappeared. Trunks couldn't help but grin at the look of speculation on his bodyguard's face. When he dared to look at Goten he saw the younger boy barely holding in his own laughter.
"I don't believe it." Axal stated, "You can't be a Super Saiyan as well."
"Why not?" Goten asked, his tail swishing from side to side playfully. "Because I'm an Omega?" He like his usual self, dressed in dark grey spandex and boots. Only Trunks knew where to look for the evidence of the last couple days. The lingering marks along the neckline of the uniform were almost invisible. Almost.
"Yes."
"Oh come on Axal. I think Goten's already shown he's not a normal Omega. One more thing to add to the list shouldn't be that surprising." Trunks sighed, digging his hands into the deep pockets of his sweat pants. His words won him a quick flash of a smile from his mate that made his toes curl.
One more thing to add to his growing list what Goten liked: complimenting his Un-Omega manners.
Axal shook his head mumbling, "What is happening to this generation of Saiyans?"
"If you don't believe me I can show you." Goten offered unable to hide his eager grin. "I think I got the hang of it… kind of." Dark eyes looked down at him body, as if double checking to make sure it was ready to switch into Super Saiyan at his command. Goten's hands flexed, the fingers curling into fists over and over again before blooming open. His excitement was contagious and Trunks found his body reacting. The thrum of power jolted threw them both.
"Do it Goten," he encouraged, "We need to train anyway. There's no point in us getting lazy while we have a month long trip."
Goten nodded eagerly and together they counted down. When they reached zero Trunks' aura flared gold and he felt the familiar power rush. Goten followed a few seconds behind, still struggling to control his new power.
"Don't fight it Goten," Trunks said, "There's no reason to be afraid of it."
"Says you," Goten panted, the exertion showing on his face, "the last couple times didn't end to well."
Super Saiyan looked good on Goten. His wide eyes allowed for everyone to see their dazzling turquoise color, and his slender body gain much needed muscle. Together their power filled the room with blinding light. The ship gave a hard shudder under the power. Axal gripped the wall for support as he watched them with an open display of shock. His black eyes were transfixed on Goten.
"A-Amazing." He breathed, "The two of you, together, you're going to change things."
Compliments were a rarity coming from Axal, and both boys couldn't help but grin in agreement. They would change things. Together.
"The more you practice the easier it'll get," Trunks said, moving into a fighting stance. "Now, let's fight."
"Right," Goten didn't hesitate, lunging forward in a direct line.
Trunks rolled his eyes at the blunt move and blocked the barrage of punches. "You're being too forward."
Goten smiled, "I thought you liked that."
"Switch things up."
A swift kick that was aimed at his head was blocked and then Goten disappeared. His small size meant quick movement, but he was far from quiet. Trunks ducked out of the way of a ki blast and whirled to where he'd heard the soft thud of feet against tile. His fist collided the hard bone of a jaw. Goten grunted before retreating to the opposite corner of the room, his cheek already turning red from the blow.
"Enough!" Axal's voice boomed, startling the two teens out of their training session.
His concentration broken, Goten quickly let go of his super form, panting quietly. Trunks' eyes lingered on him to make sure all was well before turning to his mentor. The look of shock was still etched into Axal's face as he gawked at them.
"Oi Axal," Trunks frowned, "Why'd you stop us."
"You... Your Highness, you can't just hit your mate like that."
Goten's head snapped up, indignation written across his face. "Who says?"
"The law!"
"But we're training," Goten's head tilted as he moved to stand next to his Alpha. "Wait, are these the same laws that say we're not allowed to hit the Prince?" He shared a wicked grin that reminded Trunks of the first time they'd ever sparred together.
Axal's broad arms crossed over his chest with a scowl. "Just because I let you break the rules once or twice doesn't mean you can get use to it. You're royalty now."
"I'm what?" Goten jolted at the word, his face visibly paling. Trunks stifled a quiet groan, anticipating the upcoming lecture.
"You're the Prince's mate, which means that if you aren't executed there will be certain responsibilities that you'll have. There's a level of expectation and respect that is held for a Omega Royal."
It was a usual trick of Axal's, the constant reminder of duty and responsibilities. Trunks had been on the receiving end of it for years, knew when he could pick his battles and when he had to heed his responsibilities. Goten wasn't as easily intimidated, his resolve as a strong as steel. "I don't want to be royalty. I just want to fight."
Trunks quickly covered mouth, hoping to hide his laughter. Axal's reaction wasn't as amused. "Omegas don't fight."
"Well I do. And I'm not going to give it up."
Easier said then done, Trunks thought quietly. When they returned home there was no way his father would allow an Omega to remain in the Elite Squad. Their small crew had managed to accept him but the rest of Vegeta-sei never would. Oddly, Trunks felt relieved at this. He'd never put thought that Goten would want to continue to be a member of the crew after everything. That would mean putting himself in danger on a regular basis, a thought that made the Prince scowl.
Axal was right, they were going to change the world together. Bit by bit, but there were somethings that he didn't need to change. If it meant keeping his mate safe.
Goten didn't need to be an Elite anymore. They were mated and Trunks would take care of him. If he wanted to fight, they could spar. They could go on their own adventures. But he would not leave his Omega among a group of strange Elites.
The two were still arguing, Axal's face had gone red as he continued to try and convince the unconvinable. There would be no winning the conversation and eventually the guard would turn his gaze to the Prince for him to end it. Having that conversation with Goten was not something he wanted to do at the moment. "Hey," Trunks interrupted smoothly, "Axal would you mind getting us some water? Goten, let's get back to training."
It was ridiculous how quickly Goten's mind shifted gears. Say the word training and he was all ears, as bright eyed as a puppy. He flashed to Super Saiyan with a little more ease then before, the charge of power nearly sent the unexpecting Axal flying back. "Alright, I'm ready," Goten grinned.
Trunks went Super as well and charged. They exchanged blows quickly, one eye he kept on Goten's quick movements the other watched the doorway, marking the moment when they were finally alone. As the door slid closed behind Axal he struck out, snatching flying fist with one hand. "You're open," he said shifting their weight and pulling Goten over his head. The small body hit the floor hard, the entire space ship was sure to have shook.
The Omega's aura flared brightly for a moment before he lost it. "Aw, Darnit! Every time something throws me off."
Frustration fixed itself across Goten's face as he pouted. In a second he would be back on his feet, ready for another go. Trunks wouldn't give him the chance. He moved to the floor, pinning the smaller body to the ground and watched up close as black pupils widened in surprise. The smell of sweat hung heavy between them, and their faces hung close to one another. "You know," Trunks purred, "We're alone, and sparring makes me kind of horny."
A blush raced across Goten's cheeks, staining them a pretty pink. "This never came up before."
"I never sparred with my mate before." He lowered his hips, grinding his hardening cock against Goten's. The body underneath him arched in sweet response. "You look good sweating like this. You smell good."
"Is now the best time for this?" Goten squirmed.
"Of course." A lingering kiss on the neck emphasized the words, right next to their bite bond. The body underneath him shivered.
"Trunks…"
"Hmmm?"
"You have to know, I want to keep fighting." And there it was. He should have known Goten would try to bring that topic up again. Now that the Heat was over Goten wasn't as easily distracted as he'd been before. Trunks' lips lingered on the pale neck and he considered his next words, half listening to his mate. "I mean, with this whole Icejin thing you'll need me to help fight right? I just don't want to go back to being treated like the other Omegas. I have this power, we should use it. Even Axal was impressed so I'm sure-"
"Goten." Trunks cut off the babbling, pulling back he looked into his Omega's wide black eyes. He forced a convincing smile, "I'm not going to make you give up fighting. We're mates now so, if you must, you can punch me in the face as much as you want."
Goten laughed, landing a playful hit against the Prince's face, "That's not exactly what I meant."
He knew exactly what Goten meant but there was no way he could make that promise, at least not now. He just hoped the little things he could promise would be enough for now.
Author's Note: Oh My God! We reached 200 reviews! You guys, thank you so much for the reviews, follows, and favorites! I wanted to post this soon in celebration of how awesome you all are and for Dragonball Super (which was amazing and full of adorable Goten!) So I apologize for the mistakes. I hope it doesn't feel rushed. This chapter was KILLING me because I wanted to get Goten and Trunks right! Hopefully I succeeded.
