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: Everyone has somewhere to go.
Alpha Royal
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Get To Him
A star descended on Tarbel Town, bright as the sun and ten times as deadly. It took Goku a little over an hour to take down the large spacecraft that threatened his home. Another hour before he found the Ice-jin captain of the ship, who squealed at the threat of death and gave up everything he knew about the invasion.
But it was too late.
The entire planet was encased in growing ki levels, each uniquely different as they fought for their lives. Already so many had died. Hundreds of lives blinking out of existence one after another. Sometimes a whole area would suddenly go dark. Goku knew exactly what that meant.
Even worse was not being able to feel his loved ones in the mix. Usually it was easy to keep tabs on his sons. Their ki was always present in the back of his mind, a warm reminder that they were alive and well. Now they were lost in the cloud of battle that hung over the capital.
This was all Paragus's doing. The bastard.
He'd always known the other Saiyan hated him, but he would have never guessed that Paragus would work with the Ice-jins to overthrow the planet. The man must have gone mad, or maybe he hated Goku enough to rain hell on the entire planet.
It didn't matter. As soon as he returned to the capital Paragus would face five super Saiyans. He and Vegeta were more than enough to take on the council member. The others could handle the invading fighters.
He'd only just completed the thought when the air around him shifted. A pulse of power like nothing Goku had ever felt reached from the heart of the capital and gripped him. A Super Saiyan? No, that couldn't be right. Goku didn't recognize the energy.
And then there was the bloodlust. Even from such a distance, the air was heavy with it. He could only imagine what the force would feel like up close. It chilled him to the bone, smothering the warmth that usually came from his Super Saiyan powers.
Goku tentatively reached towards the ki, curious to who its owner was. Whoever unleashed such a deadly force was going to be trouble. Carefully, he bumped his energy signal against the other. It was a tentative nudge, one that let the owner know he was aware of it and prodding for more information.
And then he felt something else. Another Super Saiyan, one he recognized.
Goten! The back of his brain flared in relief, followed by concern. Why was Goten so close to the first power level? And what was he doing as a Super Saiyan?
Deep in Goku's gut, he knew the answer. Because it was exactly what he would be doing.
Fighting. His son was fighting that monster.
"No," he cursed under his breath, pushing harder in flight. It meant burning more energy, but that didn't matter. Goten was in trouble.
Where was Gohan? And Trunks? Fear chilled his body in a way it hadn't done in years. Goku didn't falter as it sunk into veins. He harnessed it, used it to push his speed faster.
Up ahead, the bright blue flame of an incoming Saiyan came into view. he didn't recognize it at first; his concentration split between Goten's life force and that of the mysterious Super Saiyan. He nearly flew by without a backward glance, but his name from his father's lips shattered his focus like glass.
Goku's body jerked to an abrupt halt, giving Bardock plenty of time to catch up. As soon as the older Saiyan was within earshot the questions came pouring out. "What happened? What are you doing here?"
"I came to help you." Bardock snorted, "though it doesn't look like you need it."
"Tarble Town can handle the rest." Goku said, "But we need to get back to the palace. That power level-"
Bardock was already nodding, "I can feel it from here."
It hung over them like a fog. The closer they flew towards it, the thicker it became. "Tell me what happened," Goku demanded as they pushed forward together, flying side by side. As Bardock talked, Goku kept his mind on the two power levels. It didn't feel like they were fighting, merely standing in each other's presence. Testing each other maybe? Talking? It didn't matter. He took comfort in feeling Goten's energy, there and whole. A steady beacon. That was... until it flickered out.
Goku choked, loud enough to catch his father's attention. "What?" Bardock asked, "What is it?"
"Goten..." Goku whispered, searching desperately for his son's ki. "I can't feel him anymore."
"What do you mean by that?"
He concentrated harder, swimming through the overwhelming ki as he searched for Goten. And... there. No longer a Super Saiyan, but still alive. The longer he held on to it the weaker the energy grew. Like a candle battling against a strong wind. No matter how much Goku wished to keep it lit, it was losing the battle.
"No..." Electricity leapt off his skin. The wind around them kicked up, answering the call of his anger. Bardock shouted, unable to fly next to the surging power. But Goku didn't care. His ki pushed back against the enemy, showing its true strength for the first time in decades.
He wanted the bastard to know that he was here, and he was coming.
Trunks didn't expect to be alive.
Honestly, dying might have been the better option. At least that was what he thought when he woke up with a searing headache. He groaned as it assaulted his brain. Yep, definitely alive... and in pain. So much pain.
It took longer than he cared to admit for his eyes to pry open and adjust to the dark surroundings. Even raising a hand felt like he was in 1000x Vegeta-sei gravity, but he managed it. Of course, that was when he discovered the metal chains encircling his wrists.
"What?" He coughed the word out, his tongue a swollen rock in his mouth. There wasn't a single part of his body that didn't sizzle with pain. So he just stared down at the metal chains, trying his best to deduce what the hell they were doing around his wrists and why they were connected to the wall.
"Your Highness!"
He looked up at the cry and found Axal staring at him from a cell across the hall. The older Saiyan looked ragged, his eyes wide with worry, blood crusting under his broken nose. Trunks could only imagine how he must look in comparison.
Then he noticed identical chains wrapped around Axal's arms and neck, securing the Saiyan tight against the wall. "Your Highness," Axal tried again, his voice more cautious as the silence stretched between them, "Are you alright?"
No, Trunks wanted to say. No, I'm not alright. None of us are. But that wasn't what a Prince would say. He tried to move and found there was little give in his bonds. His own collar tightened against his neck, threatening to choke him if he even sunk a little bit. Tentative fingers reached up and felt the cold metal wrapped around his throat. So that was why it was so sore.
"What happened?" He croaked.
"We're in the dungeon," Axal answered solemnly, "The enemy got the jump on us."
The memories struck him like a lightning bolt. His entire body jolted to life, remembering the threat. "It was Brolly," Trunks said, still in disbelief even as he forced the words out of his mouth.
Axal's face was devoid of shock. "The coward got the drop on me as well. It means nothing once we get out of here-"
"No, Axal." Trunks' voice was firm as it cut the other off. He leaned his head back against the cool stone wall as much as he was allowed and stared at his guard. Axal, who was always so faithful, who always believed in him. "No, I fought Brolly. And he beat me."
He watched the other Saiyan's face carefully. Waiting for it to drop in disappointment, in shock. It never did.
Axal slowly licked his lips, "But the Super Saiyan..."
"Brolly is one as well. And he's stronger than me. Maybe even stronger than my father." It was blasphemous to say, but what was there to lose in telling the truth?
Axal leaned back, the lines of his face sagging in realization. "Shit."
"Yeah, shit." Trunks thumped his head against the stone again, reawakening the pain in his skull. "How long was I out?"
"Unclear," Axal answered, "I woke up maybe an hour before you, but it is impossible to tell how much time has passed down here."
He took in their surroundings with new appraisal. It appeared they had been placed in the cells furthest back. Away from the destruction of his and Brolly's fight. Where all the cells were intact, and there was no sign of any other prisoners.
Dust and grime covered the space from disuse. It would be easy for their enemy to put them here and forget about them. People would wonder what happened to the halfling Prince. Or they would just forget about him. No one would ever know if he starved to death underground, denied the right to fight for his survival.
The fight could be over by now. Everyone Trunks ever knew and loved could be dead at the hands of Brolly. He closed his eyes against the thought, but it didn't do anything to help. All he saw behind his eyelids were images of his mother and father. His crew. Goten. All possibly dead.
"It can't end like this," he whispered. But in the quiet of the dungeon the words might as well have been a scream.
"Can you become a Super Saiyan?" Axal asked, "That power might be enough to break us out."
Trunks shook his head. He stared at the metal adorning his wrists. Ki restraints, but these ones were different than the ones Axal wore. The metal was a material Trunks wasn't familiar with, in the darkness of the cell, it shined a tarnished gold. It made the restraints look like gaudy jewelry.
A door slamming shut in the distance put an end to their conversation. Both Saiyans tensed, leaning as far forward as they could to see who the new arrival was.
A scream echoed down the hall. Trunks felt his heart surge at the sound. He knew that scream and as the footsteps came closer, it became more and more clear to him who the owner of the voice was.
"Get your hands off me right now! My husband will kill you for this, do you hear me? You won't even get the chance to beg for your life."
A tall Saiyan stepped into view of the cell, his left arm wrapped around the waist of the queen. His mother's blue eyes flashed in anger as she thrashed against the muscular limb. A second body lay slumped over the Saiyan's right shoulder. It took a moment for Trunks to look past the mop of spiky dark hair and the slender muscle and recognize the unconscious body as Leta.
"Mother!" Trunks jerked against his bonds.
At her son's cry, she paused and squinted into the dark cell. "Trunks?" Her voice broke against his name, and for a second, he thought she might cry. He must have looked like absolute shit for her to show such concern in front of a stranger.
The guard threw his mother into the cell next to Axal. From his place against the wall, Trunks couldn't see her unless he strained against his bonds, but there she was, her whole body pressed against the bars. Her captor didn't bother with ki restraints for the human. But Trunks could hear the rattle of chains as the Saiyan put Leta in the opposite cell.
"Mom, are you okay?" Trunks quickly took in her state of appearance. Her well-kept hair was a mess and her eyes were puffy, but that seemed to be the worst of it. Thank kami.
"Trunks," She really was crying now. He couldn't remember the last time he heard his mother cry. "It's horrible. Goten... they..."
Trunks' stomach plummeted at the sound of his mate's name. "Goten? Is he okay? Where is he?"
His mother shook her head. "He's hurt. He was trying to protect me and..." her voice broke off into a watery sniffle. "I'm sorry Trunks. Paragus has him."
Hurt. The word rolled through him like thunder. The need to ask how hurt burned his throat raw. He'd seen Goten hurt before; the memory of those horrible injuries from Borgessa was forever seared into his mind. His omega could take a lot of pain. But if his mother's worry was anything to go off of, this was different.
"Is he alive?"
She nodded weakly and Trunks allowed himself a moment of relief. Alive, Goten was alive. But then why wasn't he down in the dungeons with everyone else? Why would Paragus keep any of them alive?
The more he thought about it, the more his unease grew. He needed to escape, he needed to get to Goten. Trunks gritted his teeth and thrashed against his bonds.
"Your Highness, calm down. You'll kill yourself doing that." Axal snapped.
"We'll die if I don't do something." He snarled back, "I need to get out of here."
The collar bit into his neck, but Trunks refused to let that deter him. He used the pain instead, grabbing hold of it and letting it fuel his anger. Anger had always been the key to Saiyan power, and right now, Trunks had a lot of it.
He pulled at the chains until his hands bled. Screamed his frustration until his throat was raw. The sound of his struggles was the only thing that filled the quiet dungeons. But try as he might, the power that was usually so easy to tap into refused to surface.
Trunks glared at the golden cuffs, now smeared with his blood, and a thought struck him. Can it be? He studied the material closer, an idea prickling along the back of his mind. It had to be.
The restraints were specifically made for a Super Saiyan.
Paragus thought this through. Bitterness crept into his mouth as he tried to pry the metal apart with his bare fingers.
His mother and Axal begged him to stop at first. And when Leta woke up she chimed in as well. But Trunks kept trying. No matter that his fingers were slick with his own blood or that his energy had depleted to nothing. He refused to believe this was the way he was going to die.
His father once told him only madmen did the same thing over and over again, expecting different results. But that was the fundamental nature of the Saiyan race. Fighting even when the odds weren't in their favor. That was how his father and Goku achieved their strength.
Time marched on, but it was impossible to tell how long he'd been at it. Trunks was so focused on his efforts he didn't hear the footsteps coming closer. Didn't even acknowledge the presence of other Saiyans until his mother's voice cut through the air. "Hey, stop that!"
Trunks' attention snapped up to find a group of Saiyans attempting to drag her out of her cell. He didn't think. Instinct took over as he lunged forward. "Let her go!"
The lock on his door clicked open, allowing three Alphas into the small space. Trunks narrowed his eyes on them. He was as weak as a newborn cub with the restraints, but that didn't mean he wouldn't fight back. As soon as someone came within striking distance, he was ready.
The fighters all looked at each other, hesitating at the sight of the blood-coated Prince. After a moment, the largest one stepped forward, "Prince Trunks. You and the Queen are coming with us."
Trunks was close, he could smell it. Goten turned his head against the soft surface it laid on as he came into consciousness. Doing so filled his sensitive nose with more of the scent until he was surrounded by the Prince.
Slowly he opened his eyes. He was in the Trunks' bedroom, in his bed. Goten blinked in surprise as he took in the space beside him, half expecting to see his royal mate.
But the bed was empty.
How was it that he was here? The last thing he remembered was...
His temple throbbed causing him to abort all efforts in recovering the memory. His muscles twitched, but even the smallest movement came with a hot spear of agony. The pain hit him so fast Goten gasped involuntarily, freezing in place as he tried to calculate where it was coming from.
Everywhere, his mind supplied helpfully. Everywhere and everything hurts.
"You shouldn't move. You were injured." A deep voice cut through his thoughts, drawing Goten's attention up.
Brolly sat in the far corner of the room. His massive body taking up the entirety of Trunks's grand desk chair.
At the sight of him, everything came back. His entire body tensed, and once again his muscles protested. The room spun and for a second Goten thought he might throw up. A groan escaped his lips as he let his head fall back against the pillow.
Brolly was up in an instant, coming over to the bedside. "Drink this, you'll feel better." He extended a glass of water, but Goten refused the offering.
"Why am I here?" he asked, "Why are you here? What happened?"
Brolly set the glass down on the bedside table, unconcerned with the harsh tone of Goten's questions. "My father was about to kill you, but I stopped him."
"So you saved me?" Again. Goten didn't dare speak the last part out loud, but it reverberated within him. He watched Brolly's stony expression, searching for an explanation. When none was given he asked, "Why?"
"Because you are an Omega. It would not be right to kill you like that."
Goten's blood turned to ice. "So... you know?"
Brolly nodded. "Father found out while you were off-planet. I was surprised when he told me, but it is not unbelievable. There is something... delicate about you."
Delicate? Goten made a face, he had never been described as delicate before. Even by people who knew of his situation.
"So you saved me out of some old-fashioned sense of chivalry?"
"My father would have killed you otherwise. He doesn't care what you are, only that you are Kakorot's son and he plans on killing everyone who stands in our way."
He spoke so matter of factly about killing. It was a reminder that Brolly's father had orchestrated this whole thing. Borgessa, Czar, Piccolo, and now this invasion. Brolly must have been aware of his father's plans, he probably had a hand in some of them. All those times he showed kindness to Goten, he knew exactly what was going to happen.
A cold chill went down Goten's spine, but he forced himself to remain calm. "And the dragonballs, what do you need them for?"
"My father made a deal with the ice-jins if they helped us overthrow Vegeta. Fighters and resources for the dragonballs."
"And you agreed to that?" Goten growled, "The Saiyans spent years fighting to get out from under Ice-jin control. With the dragonballs they'll just turn on you and Paragus."
Brolly shrugged, "Let them. They can wish Freiza back to life if it makes them feel better. I am the legendary super saiyan. I fear no one."
Except the other Super Saiyans. Goten realized. Brolly was unbelievably strong by himself, but against his father and Vegeta, there was no guaranteed victory. Add Trunks and Gohan into the mix and Paragus didn't have enough power to overthrow the planet. But with the help of the Ice-jins and his crop of loyal Elites, the planet's power was divided in half.
His head spun with the implication. Paragus would have to kill his father and Vegeta to remain in power. He would have to kill Gohan and Trunks and anyone connected to them. Except for Goten...
Brolly pushed the glass of water towards him again. This time he complied and emptied the glass in three swift gulps. It did little to calm his stomach but at least this throat didn't feel like he had eaten sand. "What happens next?" He asked, pinning Brolly with a look. "You plan on killing my family, but what about me?" Why did you save me? He couldn't shake the question from his head.
Brolly's dark eyes burrowed into him; quiet, patient, almost devoid of emotion. Goten had once thought of him as a misunderstood giant. Now the disposition unnerved him. It was so cold. So detached. "After the Royal Family and Kakorort are dead, my father plans to rule."
"I'm part of the royal family," Goten bit out, "Maybe you missed it but my mate is the Prince. Do you plan to kill me too?"
"Of course not. I wouldn't save you just to kill you. You are the strongest omega on this planet. When your mate is dead, I will take his place."
No. A lump of nausea threatened to overtake him again. The muscles of his neck strained as he swallowed it down.
"You are also a Super Saiyan. Our cubs will be the fiercest fighters this planet has ever seen."
"Stop it." He didn't want to hear anymore.
"The human blood in you is unfortunate. Father wasn't excited about that, but it won't matter in the end-"
"I said shut up!" Goten lunged for him. Despite the pain lancing through his nerves, he threw every ounce of speed he could into the attack. His hands stretched outward, ready to grab the nearest limb and do whatever it took to hurt Brolly.
He didn't get far. The second his body moved the room suddenly flipped upside down. His muscles sagged with an invisible weight, pulling him to the ground. It was all so much, that he barely paid attention to the pain throbbing along his tail.
"I told you not to move," Brolly said, scooping him off the floor like a cub. He cradled Goten against his chest, holding him close for a second before tucking the smaller boy into bed. "Your tail is broken. It will be weeks before it is healed."
Week? The horror of Brolly's news sunk into him bit by bit. Without a functioning tail he couldn't walk. Even the simplest movements would be unspeakably painful. There was no way he could fight. Goten closed his eyes against the thought, willing it away.
"When this is over we'll get you a doctor." Brolly said, stepping away, "But until then it is best that you rest here."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Rest? While this monster killed his mate and family? Goten forced himself into a sitting position. Brolly's face pinched in disapproval.
"Please," he rasped, "Don't do this."
He wouldn't beg for a doctor or pain medications. But for his family and Trunks, he would beg. He would give Brolly whatever the Alpha wanted.
Dead eyes stared down at Goten, and he wondered what happened to the Saiyan who showed him kindness in the gravity chamber. Who helped him against Squral. There was no sign of that Saiyan in Brolly's expression.
"Goodbye Goten." He turned and stepped out of the room, the click of the security system locked into place behind him.
Goten grabbed the empty glass Brolly left behind and flung it at the door. Brolly was just like everyone else. He thought he knew Goten just because he was an omega, but the older Saiyan didn't know shit. Otherwise, he would know there was no way Goten was going to sit in bed and wait for the world to end. The lock on the door wouldn't do any good. Not when Goten could just blast his way out.
He threw off the covers and stared down at his body. His tail laid on the mattress beside him, the top quarter bent at an unnatural angle. Curiously, Goten reached to touch it, running his fingers against the fine fur. Towards the end his fingertips brushed against two prominent bumps. The bone was definitely broken, in one... maybe two places, but it hadn't pierced the skin. Thank Kami.
It was just another injury. He'd been hurt before and still managed to pull of miracles... right?
With a shuddering breath, Goten prepared for what came next. He had to begin his escape.
Author's Note: As always, the grammar mistakes are my own as well as some minor changes in spelling. Leave a review to let me know what you think!
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