Disclaimer and Warnings: Mentions Mpreg, Heats, violence, swearing, and Alpha Dominated Society!

Timelines and ages are slightly different 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: A council meeting is held and Trunks has a heart to heart with Gohan.


Alpha Royal

Chapter Twenty: A Step Behind


Morning came too quick for Trunks. He'd only been asleep a few precious hours before the bedside communication pad beeped in alarm, warning him of the upcoming Council Meeting. Bleary eyes stared at the glowing announcement in disdain before he reached over and silenced the message. He knew better than to groan about the meeting but his bedmate didn't.

A low, pained noise escaped Goten as the smaller Saiyan curled deeper into the blankets. Goten's eyes refused to open as he asked, "What is it?"

"I have a meeting." Trunks answered, his voice thick with sleep. Behind him, the bed dipped as Goten moved closer to him. He felt the other Saiyan's tail wrap around his waist lovingly, the fur soft against his hip bone.

"Can I come?"

"Probably not, you should give your scent another day to disappear." Just to be sure he sniffed the air, to his dismay any indication that Goten was an Omega was gone. Masked over by the suppressants. He sighed, pulling his body out of bed before he thought too long about skipping the Council Meeting. "Consider yourself lucky. I'd kill to stay in bed for another hour."

Goten made another noise of disappointment. "What's stopping you then? You are the prince."

Trunks laughed, "But my father is the King."

Goten hummed sitting up and exposing his naked torso. There were still love marks on his skin from their time on the ship. Trunks eyed the red splotches hungrily. "But this is a real bed," Goten said with little a whine, "It is so much nicer than that one on the ship."

Well, Trunks couldn't argue with that. He leaned down and swiped his lips against his lover's, cutting off the next line of convincing words. Goten hummed against him happily, falling back against the soft mattress and bringing Trunks with him. Even though the Heat was over, he was still woefully out of control when it came to his Omega. Being apart made his stomach flip, hearing Goten moan made him immediately hard, and touching Goten's soft skin turned Trunks into a total fucking sap. He never wanted anyone to have this kind of control over him, but suddenly he didn't mind so much.

They had mated a lot since that first night on the ship. Their bodies were no longer new to each other, but Trunks was still discovering things about his mate that made him smile. The way Goten loved to be nipped at, the way he squirmed- a fighter even under the bed sheets. But when Goten finally let himself go, when he bowed and bent under Trunks' touch, that was the best.

Trunks took things slow, lingering as he kissed Goten and burying his nose into the sweet smelling hair. There, he got a whiff of the Omega's scent. Still there, but just barely. He inhaled it, committing it to memory.

Goten bucked under him, rubbing his growing erection against Trunks. A needy plea on his lips. Alone, in the bed was the only time Goten would beg for anything. And Trunks was the only Alpha alive who would hear that beautiful sound. He kissed Goten, hard and deep as he slipped off their boxers and pressed their cocks together. The friction was pure bliss, Goten cried out happily, breaking the kiss in order to say his Alpha's name.

"Trunks…"

"I know." He wanted to do more, to do everything. But time wasn't on his side. This would have to do for now. He thrust against Goten, their cocks slipping against each other. When he pulled back his own bumped against Goten's hole, causing the teen to cry out.

"Please."

It was good to know he wasn't the only one losing control. He pressed their bodies together, touching as much of the Omega as he could. Lips against skin, hands stroking lean muscle, their cocks pressed against each other and rubbing frantically. Trunks reached down and captured both of the erections in his hand, giving them a firm stroke. They before groaned at the sensation, one breath, one being. Goten reached up, tangling his fingers into long purple locks and bring Trunks back for a crushing kiss. It was wet with saliva and hot as hell.

He pumped his fist again, faster and faster until the mouth against his let out a long moan. He felt Goten tremble in orgasm and followed soon after, kissing the other boy until the shaking subsided.

When it was over the room smelled like sex. Maybe Goten's scent wouldn't be on him, but at least any Saiyan with a good nose would know that Trunks had taken a lover.

Goten was boneless after the rut. His body laid sprawled on the bed, a satisfied smile on his lips. It was an open and inviting sight, one that begged once again for Trunks to skip the meeting. But it wouldn't work, his father and Goku were already scrutinizing them. One more slip up would be all they needed to separate the two of them. Besides, Goten's eyes were already falling close.

Trunks took the opportunity to get out of bed and grab a washcloth from the bathroom. He washed himself down in a hurry, no time for a shower, and then cleaned off the Omega. Goten started coming back to himself while Trunks searched for a clean set of armor to wear.

"And what am I supposed to do while you hunt down the traitor?" Goten watched Trunks with crow black eyes but didn't move from the bed's plush mattress.

"You know I have to go. Don't worry, I'll be sure to give you a thorough report about everything when I'm done. For now, get some rest." Trunks insisted, "And relax. You deserve it after everything. I'll ask mom to bring you your suppressants. Try not to forget them this time." He meant the last warning as a light joke, but he couldn't help but put the edge of an order into the words. In the short time, he'd known Goten his friend had lost his suppressants more than once. They couldn't afford another mistake

To his surprise, Goten didn't argue. His head gave a sleepy nod and his voice was soft as he said, "Next time I'll come to the meeting with you."

"We'll see." Trunks said now fully dressed. The armor he'd picked was an exact replica of his father's royal attire, complete with a blood red cape that billowed out behind him. When he wore the clothes in the past he couldn't help but feel like a fraud. A Princeling without a single Pillage under his belt, but that feeling wasn't there today. Now pride welled up in his chest as he saw a person deserving of becoming King of Vegeta-sei.

Turning back to the bed, he saw Goten's eyes still open and staring at him. The Omega smiled, "You look really good in that cape."

"You can wear it when I come back in a few hours." Trunks promised, coming forward and leaning over the bed. He placed a kiss on Goten's forehead. "And only it."

Goten beamed, eyes flashing in excitement. "You better hurry back then."


If he thought council meetings were torturous before they were going to be the end of him now. The meeting hadn't even started yet and Trunks was fidgeting, his mind replaying his last moments with Goten. His mate was probably still in bed, making soft sleeping noises and wiggling on the sheets. Kami, just thinking about it was painful.

The Prince's blue eyes watched as the council members filtered in. He needed to give his mind something else to think about. Concentrate on the task at hand. Every Saiyan who walked through the door was a potential traitor.

He scowled at them all, even old Eugnes as he took his seat at the far end of the table. When the door slid open again, Trunks turned his attention to the potential new threat and watched as Goku and Gohan strolled in.

His muscles stiffened. Not exactly the threat he'd been thinking about, but one just the same. Goku caught his eyes briefly and gave a curt nod. It was enough to confirm Trunks suspicions. Goten's father knew where his young son had slipped away to, and he did not approve.

Trunks pushed down the heat that touched his cheeks, refusing to feel like a reprimanded cub. He lifted his chin and nodded back, Goten was his mate after all. They were supposed to be together.

That didn't change the fact that seeing Goku's reaction made him nervous. All his life the older man had been like an uncle, a supportive bright spot among the disciplined Elites. He had a warmth to him that was given out to almost anyone and everyone.

Now, something had changed.

Gohan took his usual chair next to Trunks, a friendly smile on his lips. "Your Highness, how are you this morning?"

"I could have used some more sleep." Trunks said, unable to keep back a yawn.

Gohan's lips quirked, "We all had a late night. Speaking of which, I assume you know where my brother was this morning?"

Trunks felt himself hesitate at the question. He wasn't crazy, there was a hint of a threat in the words. The only question was if he would give the right answer or not. "I do," He answered, careful to school his features. "He's safe."

"Good," A small smile softened Gohan's face. "When you see him tell him to come back to the condo to at least get his things. Oh, and we should probably have a chat about your relationship with him." Gohan's black eyes, the same eyes as Goten, smiled at him with a dark promise.

Trunks sighed, he should have seen this coming. "Get in line, I think your father wants to have a word with me as well." He eyed the other side of the council room where Goku was already deep in conversation with his father. Neither looked very pleased.

Gohan actually laughed. "Don't worry, you're the prince. So it won't be too bad."

He seriously doubted that, but Trunks didn't say anything more. Slowly the table began to fill up with older Elites. Men who had served his father and his grandfather for generations. Beside him, Gohan also took in the men with narrowed eyes. They had both had difficult times with the council. No one had been exceptionally pleased to have half bloods sitting in with Vegeta-sei's elites. But the chairs were often passed to the next of kin, rarely was a new chair added and as the future King no one dared raise their concern against Trunks at the table. Gohan, however, was a different case.

Finally the last strolled in. Paragus arrived with just a minute to spare. When his one good eye fell on Trunks a smirk twisted his mouth. "Prince Trunks, what a surprise. I thought you were still conducting your Pillage."

"I've completed the mission." Trunks answered he gave a hard stare to the absent space beside Paragus. Usually, Brolly accompanied his father to every meeting, like Gohan the other saiyan was being groomed for his seat at the table. But today he wasn't there.

Paragus must have noticed his gaze. The older man gave a warm smile, "Brolly is preparing for a mission off planet. You know how that goes."

Trunks' eyes narrowed, noting to recommend his father cancel all off planet missions for the time being. They couldn't risk anyone going to the Ice-jins. Though Paragus usually only dealt with trade agreements with allied planets. For a saiyan it was a dull job, but one that made the man one of the richest Elites on the planet.

Seeing that everyone had arrived Vegeta and Goku came to the table and took their respective seats. Vegeta glowered at the group.

He did little to ease the image of King at Council Meetings. He was strict and ruthless with his commands, and today was no different. "For the first time in months, it seems we have all the members of the council gathered." Vegeta began, "I would like to welcome back my son to the table. After finishing his mission in record time."

A round of polite applause filled the room. Trunks nodded in recognition. He made sure to keep his face impassive, blank of any emotions. It was a skill he had learned at a very young age. When dealing in Saiyan politics he couldn't let anything slip through. Couldn't let them know they got under his skin or that he saw the cruel words behind their polite smiles. To these men, he was still a Halfbreed bastard to a woman they never respect as queen. When Trunks was King he would change all that, but for now, he had no choice but to grin and bear it.

"And Son Gohan after his trip to Namek." Vegeta smiled, "I believe we should be expecting the Namekian Leader to be visiting our planet today, is that right?"

Gohan nodded, his face a mirror of every other Saiyan at the table. Cold black eyes, a servant to the King. "Yes. Everything is in order, I'll be his escort for the trip. Just make sure all units know that he is here for political proposes and if anyone challenges him to a fight, I won't be taking responsibility for what happens." The last words were said with a knowing smirk.

They went around the table. Eugnes reported on the new soldiers and the status of their training. He gave a long, drawn out report on military affairs. The next planned missions and the gaps in their forces. Paragus recounted the recent planets that had pledged their allegiance to the Saiyan Empire and the resources accountable for each one. Trunks listened acutely, any one of them would have enough information and resources to get in touch with the Ice-jins.

The expression on his father's face gave nothing away as Vegeta nodded and gave his orders for each problem that arose. Even Goku, who usually looked ready to doze off in the meetings, was attentive. It took hours but it ended, and Trunks felt no closer to finding out the answers then when the meeting had started.

Every Saiyan stood and bowed to their King before leaving the room. As always though, a few lingered behind. Eugnes made a beeline for the King in order to get in a few extra words. He was always trying to get the King's ear for the training program. Trunks and Gohan held back, waiting to leave with their respective fathers.

Trunks watched his father's patience dwindle to nothing, it always did, as the King waved Eugnes off. It was its own kind of science. Trunks practically counted down the seconds before his father snapped, "I have other matters to attend to. Boys!"

The word was a snapping command but Gohan and Trunks were ready. He noticed his father didn't try to leave out of the main entrance but instead turned to a small connecting door. He couldn't remember ever noticing the alternate entrance but followed without a word, aware that Eugnes' eyes watched their retreat.

The door slid shut with an echoing metal cling. Trunks blinked at the new room around them. "This is…"

This father's private quarters. The same place he had been in the other night. He turned and stared at the door behind him, he hadn't noticed it the other night either.

His father scoffed, "This room is the only place where we can talk in private. No one but Royal blood can access it." His lingering gaze emphasized the fact to his son. Trunks swallowed hard at the message. Someday this will be mine. "We can talk freely here."

"I didn't notice anything out of the usual." Goku started, arms crossed.

Gohan nodded, "Even the projected future missions have all been in our systems for months now. The planets listed don't have any specific pattern to them. I also took the time to check all communications between council members, there wasn't anything out of the norm."

"There wouldn't be." Trunks pipped in, "If they were delivering their orders to Elites like Squral. Communication down to the training quarters isn't unusual."

Vegeta frowned at that.

"We are not going to figure this out after one meeting." Gohan quickly assured, "The best thing we can do for now is keep our eyes and ears open for any suspicious activity and guard the dragonballs."

Goku gave his son a nod of approval. Vegeta slowly agreed, "And you told the Namekian to bring the dragonball with him."

"Yes," Gohan answered.

Trunks jolted at the answer. That was why the Namekian leader was coming to Vegeta-sei?

"Father," He said quickly, aware when all eyes in the room turned to him. "What if that is what the enemy wants? Goten and I think they already know where the dragonballs are. If we bring the fourth one here we'll be delivering it right to them."

"The fourth dragonball will be better protected here." Vegeta hissed back, "No one would dare attack the Namekian when he is under my protection. As for the other balls, even I don't know where Kakorot and your mother hid theirs. And you think the enemies knows?"

Embarrassment heated Trunks cheeks at the question, but it wasn't the first time his father questioned him in public. "Just think about it," He tried again, "They are acting erratically. Remember the incident with Goten's gravity chamber? And now they've openly tried to have me and my crew killed. I don't think it is too absurd to suggest they might try to kill one of us again or attack the leader of Namek."

His words seemed to have the desired effect. Realization dawned on Gohan's face first and then his father's. Vegeta's silence was almost as terrifying as his anger while he considered his son's words.

"Kakorot," Vegeta hissed, "You need to check on your hiding space and make sure the dragonball is still safe. I'll ask Bulma to do the same. Make sure no one knows when you are leaving and that no one follows you."

Goku's face shuttered at the order, a black cloud of emotion obscuring his good-natured features. "Of course."

"Be vigilant," Vegeta ordered the room, "If you even catch a sniff of the traitors I want them eliminated."

A chill ran down Trunks' spine at the words. He'd never seen such a look of bloodlust on his father's face. Like a rabid animal cornered, the Saiyan King looked ready to strike out at the next creature who made the wrong move. It was all he could do to nod in acknowledgment.

"Dismissed," growled the King, turning his back to them.

Trunks moved to the door they had entered from. When he opened it, it no longer connected to the Council room but instead to the Royal Quarters. He tried not to let the awe of such a device show on his face. His mother was always pilfering some new technology from the allied planets and incorporating it into the palace. It made an odd kind of sense that his father and mother would keep some of that technology a royal secret, used for them and them alone to protect their family.

Goku let out a long sigh when the door closed behind him. "This isn't looking good."

"It feels like we're two steps behind." Gohan agreed with a grim face, "We need to get ahead of the enemy and quick."

"I'll go see what I what I can find on my own." Goku suggested hands on his hips as he took in the two younger saiyans in front of him, "Gohan why don't you go collect your brother?" His eyes fell on Trunks, daring the Prince to object. "You're welcome as well Trunks. I think we need to have a talk."

"Of course," Trunks answered. "Where my mate goes, I go. I'm not leaving his side while things are like this."

Goku's dark brows narrowed in neither approval or irritation. His large shoulders settled on a shrug before he walked away, clapping Gohan on the shoulder as he passed by. When he was finally gone, Trunks felt like a weight had been lifted off him.

"Geez, what's his deal?"

Gohan tilted his head in consideration. "I think that went pretty well, given everything that is going on." He nudged Trunks shoulder and together they walked down the hall, towards the Prince's chamber. "He still doesn't really know how to handle the whole mating thing. So try not to take it too personally."

"Yeah, Goten mentioned something like that." Trunks muttered, a frown turning at his lips. "How did everything go yesterday?"

"Fine," Gohan said thoughtfully, "No one threw any punches, which is saying something. They didn't makeup fully yet though. Then when we woke up and couldn't find Goten I wasn't a bit surprised." He gave Trunks a sideways look, "It was just like old times. That kid will run off and do as he pleases. It will never cease to give us Alpha's a heart attack."

A fond smile pulled at Trunks lips. He knew exactly what Gohan meant.

Gohan's smile slipped just the tiniest bit as he continued, "Look Trunks. Our dad, isn't really like other saiyans. He never really understood the whole Alpha and Omega thing. He runs on his Alpha instincts without really giving it much thought. He never gave me a proper education on being an Alpha and even less so when it came to Goten being an Omega. And I think the idea of Omegas being subservient kind of freaks him out." Gohan shrugged, "That's why he fell for mom. Earthlings don't have the rules of Omegas and Alphas. People just fall in love. He always said Mom had the heart of an Omega but the spirit of an Alpha."

Trunks could see that. It reminded him of his own mother, and of Goten. Maybe that was part of his own attraction to Goten. He would never be able to see his Omega didn't challenge him, didn't frustrate him, but that look of passion that sparked in Goten's eyes when someone told him not to do something. It was one of the most beautiful things Trunks had ever seen.

"You have to understand," Gohan sighed, "Dad doesn't know the first thing about Omegas. He just knew that his position here at the palace meant Goten would have a miserable life. He'd either be used against Dad or he'd be forced to mate with someone who didn't care about him. Maybe even both." A growl entered Gohan's voice at the thought and even Trunks felt his stomach tighten. Deep in his gut, he knew that Gohan was right. He'd seen it a hundred times, with the young Omegas that were thrust at him in hopes that he would mate with them and make them a future ruler. Their families didn't care if Trunks was considered a cold-hearted Prince, or that he had human blood in his veins. Those omegas were a means to an end. Their thoughts and feelings were never taken into consideration.

"Has he ever told Goten that?"

"Last night was the first time they've talked about it, but words are not our father's strongest skill. It might be a little too late, but he's trying now. I don't agree with Dad on everything and I don't even fully agree with Goten either, but I'm glad he found you." Gohan turned and gave him a proper smile. "You both seem to care for each other and that is what matters."

A blush threatened to make itself known across Trunks' face. He tilted his head in an effort to hide it behind purple locks. "We… do."

"Then I'll make sure to back you both up against Dad," Gohan said. "And Grandpa…. And possibly my uncles."

Trunks groaned, he'd forgotten about Goten's uncles.

Gohan laughed again as they came up to the large double doors that lead to Trunks' chamber. A blush scorched the Prince's cheeks as he remembered his departing promise and the way he had left Goten. He cleared his throat and gave a loud knock against the doors, hoping it would be enough to warn Goten to make himself presentable. "Goten, I'm back! And you're brother is here." He called, ignoring the amusement that lit in Gohan's eyes.

Trunks opened the door and froze. He had half expected Goten to be sitting on the bed, struggling to look presentable, a sheepish grin already plastered on his face. But the bed was empty.

There was no sign of Goten anywhere.


A Very Important Author's Note: She updated the story? SHE UPDATED THE STORY! Omigosh guys, I can't believe it either. But here is the truth, first of all, you are all amazing with your reviews and constant love you give this story. I'm surprised people STILL read it and are asking me for updates on it. Second, I've had a lot going on. That is no excuse, but with depression and a recent year spent overseas in a job that was both awful and demanding I just wasn't very creative. BUT, your reviews are what kept me coming back. I kept reading and rereading this story, remembering everything I had planned for Goten and Trunks and wanting to finish it sooo bad- because I love these boys and I love all of you!

I started this chapter off with a bit of R-rated goodness as a thank you for being so patient and to remind you of how adorable Goten/Trunks are. I know this chapter isn't as long as my previous but I wanted to get it posted and into your eyes! I know it probably wasn't WORTH the wait, nothing is worth waiting THAT long, but please know that I've already drafted up the next couple chapters so you shouldn't have to wait that long again.

Again, YOU guys are amazing! Thank you for the support and love. Please keep it coming and I'm super duper sorry about the wait. As an extra bonus here is a teaser for the next chapter (I told you i'm working on it!) and what I imagine Trunks did after immediately finding out his room was empty.

Trunks: *Blink Blink* MOM!

Teaser for Next Chapter: The door opened at his approach. Lost in thought Goten didn't realize that it had opened just a second too soon for him to step through, and he didn't see the large body there until he ran into it. The body was a wall of muscle, it didn't budge at the contact but Goten staggered back, an apology already falling from his lips. "Crap, sorry."

"Kakorot's son…" A deep voice mused.

Vaguely he remembered that voice. Goten looked up and met the dark emotionless eyes of Brolly.