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: Vegeta and Trunks fight for the things that mean the most to them.


Alpha Royal

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Royal Resolve


Trunks gritted his teeth as he and his mother were paraded through the palace. He recognized the move for what it was, a message, a show of power. The Queen and Prince felled by the new regime. Everyone who was fighting for them might as well throw down their arms and surrender.

The only solace he got was knowing his father was still free somewhere. Fighting.

It was a small comfort to have his mother beside him as well. The queen was composed, even surrounded by smug-faced Saiyan elites. Her chin was held high in a perfect image of royal indifference. She didn't let them see her fear. And Trunks did the same.

Their escorts took the long route to the throne room, but eventually they crossed the threshold into the spacious atrium. Paragus stood in the center, a blood red cape draped over his shoulders. A small assembly of Saiyans circled around him, including members of the council. Trunks scanned the throne room, searching for Paragus's monstrous son. Brolly wasn't there, but something else caught his eye. Glittering from a pillow on the throne sat six orange orbs.

The dragonballs. His heart sank at the sight. Paragus only needed one more.

Paragus grinned at his captives. Raising his arms wide in a theatrical greeting, as if they were old friends. As if he wasn't chomping at the bit to kill them. "Your majesty, I hope my men have treated you well since our last encounter."

Bulma didn't respond, and Paragus's smile faded the slightest bit before his good eye landed on Trunks. Seeing the bruised Prince reinvigorated his triumph. "And Prince Trunks. I heard you had a run-in with my son."

Trunks bared his teeth, "What do you want with us?"

"All I want is for the two of you to stand there, wallowing in your own defeat." He grinned, "You should know. This was much easier than I ever could have imagined. It was too easy to pick apart your dragonball defense one by one."

One by one. Trunks suspected as much. The attack on Borgessa was meant to take him out. After that, it was Piccolo and Goku. Paragus had worked hard to separate them from each other. Picking them off so his attack could unfurl.

He glowered at the councilman, but Paragus didn't seem to care. He turned back to one of the uniformed Elites standing by for orders. "Where's Vegeta?"

"The King has breached the Ice-Jin ship my lord," the Elite guard said. "He's taken out a quarter of the reinforcements by himself."

A thrill tingled up Trunks at the news. But Paragus didn't rage, the man didn't even look concerned. "Is that so?" He stroked his mustache, taking in the two royal captives with a scrutinizing eye. "Good. I think it is time we talked to our king."


There was once a time when the name Vegeta would strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. He'd been called ruthless, a tyrant, a cold blooded killer. And he enjoyed it.

But in the recent years of peace, those hard-won battles were forgotten. His previous life as the Tyrant Prince was more myth than history. His subjects began to think of him as weak for taking on a human bride, for staying planet-side.

Well, after today those fools wouldn't make the same mistake.

Vegeta didn't hold back as he took care of every non-Saiyan who crossed his path. He left burning corpses in his wake as he made his way through the Ice-jin ship. Seeing the Frieza Force armor triggered something in him that had laid dormant for a long time. Something hungry and angry. A beast that raged at the idea that someone would dare attack him.

He blasted his way throughout the ship. Destroying anything and everything. Fires ignited around him, turning into roaring fires that sent men scuttling towards the exits. But Vegeta didn't pay it any mind. All he cared to do was kill every last traitor on the ship before it went down in a blaze of glory.

Eventually the path of destruction led him to the control room. The last haven for those alive. The crew had dwindled down to a lucky few. The Ice-jin captain and his core team. The creature's tail lashed back and forth in clear agitation, his stance indignant of the King standing before him.

Vegeta didn't waste time hearing what the Ice-jin had to say. It didn't matter. He blasted it and the rest of its crew to the otherworld, leaving nothing behind but a large hole in the side of the ship.

It was too easy. Paragus had made a mistake allying himself with the Ice-jins. They were nothing compared to the power of a Super Saiyan.

Now he needed to get back to the rest of the fight. He could feel Kakorot making his way back to the capital at top speed. No doubt he felt the same energy that Vegeta had earlier. Energy so overwhelming his nerves were still screaming at him to hide. And then the energy disappeared just as quickly as it arrived. Such power should make him nervous, but instead, Vegeta felt his gut thrill at the prospect of a good fight.

The wind whipped at his hair, urging him to the sky outside and the ongoing fight for his kingdom. Vegeta was ready to accept the call when the control panel trilled to life. The large glass holoscreen lit up automatically. First appearing with a green alerted banner and then a message; the control room that it was being hailed. Vegeta frowned at the message and then the image changed and he found himself looking into a throne room. His throne room.

Paragus stood there surrounded by a cadre of Elites. Vegeta wished he could say he was surprised, but really, he was angrier at himself for not seeing it earlier.

He'd known the man his entire life. Paragus had scaled to a position of power by always being at the right place at the right time. Saying the right things to the right people. He had always been more concerned with politics than fighting. And that should have been Vegeta's first clue to never trust the man.

His gaze shifted to his family, taking in the bruises on Trunks face and the blood coating his son's clothes. Trunks hadn't gone down without a fight, and in that, Vegeta felt proud. Meanwhile there wasn't a scratch on Bulma. It seemed Paragus wasn't so foolish to think he could raise a hand against the King's Mate.

"Hello Vegeta, I see you are causing a bit of trouble for my fighters."

The king scowled at the camera. "So you decided to finally show your true self coward."

There was no way Paragus had been the energy he felt earlier. The man was unharmed, with barely a scratch on his armor. Paragus hadn't participated in any fighting. But whoever that energy belonged to, they were fighting and they were winning. That saiyan, that was Vegeta's true enemy. Paragus was an annoyance.

"Others may have forgotten how strong you are, King, but I haven't. I knew it would take time and wit to overpower the man who took down Freiza." Paragus grinned at him, opening his arms wide and gesturing to the throne room as if to prove a point. "And I have both."

"I'm not dead yet," Vegeta snapped, "As soon as I destroy this fucking ship I'm coming for you."

Paragus's smile disappeared. On a silent signal, one of the Saiyan Elites pushed Bulma forward. "Hey," she snapped.

"Mother!" Trunks moved to follow, but three Saiyans held him back.

"I hear humans are very fragile." Paragus mused, "I've always wanted to test that theory. How much pressure do you think Yanik here needs to apply to her arm before it breaks."

At the suggestion, Yanik grabbed Bulma's arm. The limb was so slender and small, it fit easily in one meaty hand. Vegeta's breath caught in his throat. His wife was one of the strongest women he had ever met. But that wouldn't do her any good against an Elite fighter. Even his gentle touches sometimes left bruises during their lovemaking. It wouldn't take much at all to break her arm.

A wave of fury worked its way through him. "If you harm her…"

"I have the power right now, Vegeta. If you haven't realized that yet then maybe you're as stupid as Kakorot." Paragus laughed, "but I'll make you a deal. I have something you want and you have something I need."

He ground his teeth together, realization setting in. "The dragonball."

"Yes, the dragonball." Paragus said, "I have six here. But King Cold wants all seven as payment for funding this little coup. Tell me where you've hidden it and I'll let the Queen and Prince go."

There was no way he would let Bulma and Trunks go. And there was no way for Vegeta to get there in time to save them. Even with all his strength the moment he revealed the whereabouts of the dragonball Paragus could easily kill Bulma.

No, he would easily kill Bulma.

He was hesitating, a sign of weakness that any warrior would pounce on. And Paragus did.

"Do it," he ordered.

Everything happened in slow motion. Vegeta saw the fear shining in Bulma's brilliant blue eyes. Saw his son struggle to get to her, his captors pinning him to the floor as Trunks' shouts echoed in both locations. He saw the smile creep across Yanik's face, his fingers move to squeeze and—

"Stop!" He bellowed, heart pounding.

He expected to be too late. He expected Bulma's scream to shatter their tense negotiations. But she didn't scream, because Yanik didn't move. A sharp signal from Paragus halted the brute before injury could befall the queen. Paragus looked at him expectantly, "The dragonball Vegeta."

"I'll tell you," Vegeta hissed, "but you can't kill her. Or my son."

"Of course," Paragus shrugged, the lie falling easily.

"No," Vegeta said, "You can't. The earth dragonballs are bound by rules to summon the dragon. My wife is the only one alive who knows them."

Paragus's good eye narrowed. "You lie."

It wasn't technically a lie. The dragonballs were bound by rules, but they weren't as strict or secretive as the original Namekian dragonballs. And It was true that his wife was the only ones who knew how to summon the dragon, but if Vegeta recalled correctly all it took was a simple request. Paragus didn't know that though. This was the only thing he could think of that could spare his family for just a little longer.

"Kill them and find out. I doubt King Cold will be pleased when he can't use the dragonballs."

He watched Paragus weigh his options. It would be difficult to keep both the queen and the Prince alive, but then again Bulma wouldn't cooperate with anyone if her son died.

Eventually he nodded, "Alright. You got a deal."

"Vegeta, no!" Bulma shouted, "Don't tell him."

"Shut up bitch," Paragus snapped, "I've promised to spare your life but I will still break your arm. Remember what I did to Kakorot's brat."

What did that mean? Vegeta's eyes shifted over to Trunks. His son's head snapped up at the mention of his mate, eyes shining in pure hatred as he shouted threats.

"The dragonball," Paragus repeated, "Now."

"My study in the Royal Wing." He gritted out, "Hidden inside the Fisheye glass."

"I assume there is a passcode."

Vegeta scowled but drew out the sequence in the air slowly. Paragus nodded to one of his men who dutifully left in search of the dragonball. Their standoff stretched out for what felt like hours until the fighter returned, orange globe in hand.

Paragus grinned, "It's been a pleasure doing business with you Vegeta."

There was no point wasting words on him. Vegeta was focused on his wife, who was staring back at him with matched intensity.

So many thought marrying a human had made him weak, but that wasn't true. Bulma made him strong. She challenged him like no other Saiyan alive could ever dream. Her hands had bandaged his injuries from war. Her words had soothed the pain of loss when Freiza murdered his father. Somehow her affection made him stronger. He never told her that out loud. Saying anything that sentimental might kill him. Instead he said, "I'm coming for you."

Bulma nodded, the movement subtle. Her eyes shone bright at the promise. I know.

Vegeta stepped back from the holoscreen and prepared to blast his way out of the ship. He did the calculation in his head. He could be in the throne room in under a minute. If Trunks and Bulma could last that long, he could save them. But he needed to move now, there couldn't be any dead time before take-off and arrival.

"I wouldn't make any promises just yet Vegeta," Paragus said, reaching for his belt. There sat a small device, one of the many tools that the Saiyan always seemed to be touting. Vegeta hadn't even noticed it at first, but now he zeroed in on it. "You see, I wasn't sure how much I could trust the Ice-jins when they first came to me with this offer. Before they launched their attack I had one of my men plant a couple hundred thousand tons of keronite on their ships."

Bulma's face went pale. She recognized the name of one Vegeta-sei's most explosive substances. They'd used it hundreds of times to bomb pillaged planets into submission. A couple of hundred tons would be enough to take out an entire space force.

Or an entire ship.

"No, please!" Bulma cried.

But Paragus only smiled. "Goodbye Vegeta."

And then the world around him exploded into flames.


Trunks couldn't believe his eyes. All he could do was watch as fire enveloped the room where his father stood before the communication cut out.

"Quick," Paragus ordered, "Give me a feed from the outside. I want to see it fall."

The same fighter who had brought up the screen tapped at the control panel until it switched showing the Capital city bathed in light by a blood-red sun. Hanging above it was the goliath ship, now a fireball that was spewing dark smoke into the air. The nose of the ship was turning downward as it slowly lost altitude. It was going to crash into the city and when it did the fire would spread. Thousands would die.

Trunks could already feel it. The mass exodus of life force being wiped away from existence. He tried to find the bright spot of Super Saiyan energy that had always been his father, but it was nowhere to be found.

It was gone.

No, Father…

His mother cried out, something that might have been his father's name before it broke off into a sob. He watched her collapse to the floor, watched Paragus and his men laugh at their despair. Slowly the cold shock that numbed Trunks's entire body began to boil. The ki restraints on his wrists glowed as the room grew too hot.

The technology was working overtime to keep up with the spike of energy, sucking it up as fast as possible. But the power kept coming, rushing through his veins like a lightning storm. Trunks didn't even think about what that could mean. All he thought about was his family. His mother, who he never saw break down. His father's last words, promising to protect them. And Goten...

What kind of Prince was he? Unable to protect those he loved the most. Helpless, he watched his father die at the hands of an aristocrat. Paragus hadn't even fought the King like a true Saiyan. He relied on tricks. On fucking explosives.

A scream of anguish tore from his throat and with it came a release of energy. It pulsed through the room like an invisible wave. Pushing the Saiyans who pinned him to the floor away with such force they slammed into the wall.

Trunks' vision blurred but it was different from the time he lost consciousness. This time it was from the strain of power flowing through his body. He could feel it beating behind his eyes, between his ears. The energy left the taste of electricity on his tongue and thrumming through his veins.

The restraints around his wrists cracked and then they shattered, releasing all his pent-up anger onto the room.

Someone screamed nearby, but it was impossible to tell who. This power… it was different from the usual Super Saiyan. This was something more. Like Brolly, it was monstrous and consuming.

His aura shimmered around him like a storm, flashing gold then orange and sometimes white. He inhaled, forcing his muscles to ease into the new power. It settled slowly, encasing him like well-worn armor.

Trunks looked at the room around him, saw the look of utter disbelief on everyone's faces. But most of all, the flash of terror that sparkled in Paragus's eye. He held onto that look, committed it to memory and basked in it. And then he moved.

One minute he was on the ground and the next he was behind Paragus. The movement was so fluid, so easy. Paragus didn't even sense him until Trunks was gathering energy into the palm of his hand.

"You think killing my father will make you king?" Paragus tensed at the sound of his voice and Trunks could smell the fear coming off of him. "You will never rule this planet because you are too weak." He punctuated the word with a ki blast that pierced Paragus's liver. The man gasped, a wet pained noise as his body staggered to the left. Trunks released another blast, one that hit Paragus's arm, taking it off completely.

"Die you piece of shit," he spat, firing again and again, blasting holes through the flesh of the former council member. His mind was numb to what he was doing, only that he wanted to make Paragus hurt. He wanted him to die in the most painful way possible.

Even when the body hit the floor, he didn't stop. Not until Paragus's life force was a thing of the past. Not until there was no possible way for him to make a recovery.

"Trunks!"

He blinked, slowly coming back from the fog of rage. His mother came into focus, her eyes wide with fear, tears tracking down her cheek. He looked down and stared at the mutilated body that had once been Paragus. Looking up he found that the other Saiyans had made their escape. It was only him and his mother now.

"He's dead Trunks." Bulma said weakly, "You can stop now."

"He…" words failed him. What could he possibly say to his mother now? She'd watched her husband die, her son murder another man.

"He's dead." She repeated. And he didn't know who she was talking about, Paragus or his father.

Grief and anger choked him. He tried to swallow it down, tried to push it back, but it kept fueling the power blistering through him.

A similar spike of energy electrified the room. Trunks only had a second to recognize what the power was, who it belonged to, before Brolly burst in. His hair was a golden flame around his head, mouth twisted in rage.

The Alpha stared at the dead body of his father and then he looked at Trunks. Trunks couldn't recall ever seeing Brolly angry. Not even when they last fought. But now there was a noticeable shift in the Saiyan's demeanor.

He ushered his mother behind him. "Mom, take the dragonballs and go hide."

"What about you?"

Brolly's energy flexed, wiping up a gust of air that made Bulma stagger back. Trunks steadied her with a sure hand. Last time that same energy had overcome him easily. Now though he could stand against it. Now he pushed back.

Trunks felt the clash in the air as his aura rose to meet Brolly's. The walls trembled against their power alone. When they came to blows there would be nothing left of the throne room. Maybe nothing left of the palace.

"I'll be fine," he told her, "Now go. Get out of the palace."

He sniffed the air, inhaling the smell of blood that filled the room, among it lingered the sweet scent of Goten. Trunks felt his heart leap, his eyes scanned the area quickly, expecting Goten to burst in at any moment. Smiling that boyish grin as he apologized for being late.

But Goten wasn't anywhere in sight which meant... the smell was coming from Brolly.

"You killed my father," Brolly growled.

"He killed mine." Trunks shot back, "And he harmed my mate."

The older Saiyan scoffed. "You should really take better care of your things Prince. Your Omega is safe because I spared him. His life is mine now."

Mine. He could hear the possessiveness in Brolly's claim.

"I killed the last Alpha who thought he could take what's mine." He said remembering Squral and his arrogance. A power, unlike anything Trunks, had ever felt before gave him the strength to protect the person he loved. Now that same anger rose like a tidal wave within him. It lashed out, like a whip cracking throughout the room and he actually saw Brolly scowl as the energy broke past his defenses.

"You think you can kill me?" Brolly asked.

A few hours ago, Trunks didn't think he could. But now… now…

His lips managed to pull up in a smirk. "I know I can."


Goten growled in frustration as he fell to his knees for the tenth time. Damn his tail. He wasn't even out of the royal quarters yet, but his center of gravity was shot to hell. Each step was like walking with noodle limbs before the muscles gave up. His entire body throbbed in pain, but he refused to let that stop him.

He braced against the wall and pulled himself back to his feet. When his breathing evened out he tried again. One step... and then another...

He almost made it four steps before his knees buckled and he fell face-first against the cold marble. Goten slammed a hand against the floor, finally at a loss of what to do. "Stupid tail," he hissed, the threat of tears burning across his face, "stupid worthless tail."

It would be better if he didn't have it at all. Maybe if he just cut the damn thing off his body wouldn't feel like it was on fire. Then he could get back into the fight.

The thought was tempting. Goten sniffed and glared back at the furry appendage. This is all your fault.

Suddenly the walls gave a violent shake. At first, Goten thought it was his own body trembling against the exertion, but long cracks splintered against the stone he'd been bracing against. Bits of debris showered down from the ceiling.

He felt it then, Brolly's power rolling over the palace like a wave and a new power that rose to clash against it. At first, he couldn't place who it belonged to, it was so different, so wild. It was nothing like Trunks's usual steady presence. Not even his Super Saiyan form felt so chaotic. There was always an air of control with Trunks. And Goten found reassurance in that.

But this...

Goten could only imagine what had set his mate off.

I have to get to him. He knew Trunks would be worried, knew his mate would need him in the fight ahead.

"Move legs," he urged, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to stand once again. This time his legs shook like a newborn foal. "Move," he commanded, forcing another step. He stumbled forward and braced against a fallen piece of furniture. It took so much effort for such little reward. How the hell was he going to fight like this?

Worry about that later, he told himself. The walls gave another violent shake that reminded him of the tunnels of Borgessa. The place was coming down. It wasn't built to sustain a fight between two super Saiyans. He needed to get out, now.

Goten focused hard on putting one foot in front of the other. He was in the lavish living room now with ample furniture pieces to support him. It was the most progress he made without falling. Hope flared in his chest as the doorway came into sight.

Freedom, his heart sang. Only for logic to burst the bubble with the reminder of the labyrinth-like halls that stretched passed the doorway.

He was nearly there, but he would need to let go of the last end table to go the rest of the way. Goten stared at the open space in front of him, catching his breath before he attempted the feat. He knew, he just knew, he was going to face plant the moment he let go.

Just focus on the door. Focus on the door.

He pushed off and took one step. Felt the floor shift beneath his feet as his equilibrium wavered, and took another step. The door, the door. Escape. Trunks. Get there. Get there.

Suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway. Goten paused, unsure how to react. Fly or fight? His instincts usually always voted to fight, but this time there was no way to win. In the end, his hesitation was the deciding factor. Without the momentum from before, there was nothing keeping him up. His knees buckled and he crumpled into a heap on the floor.

Crap. He was a sitting duck now. Well, at least someone can put me out of my misery. He thought, closing his eyes and bracing for whatever came next.

"Goten!"

His eyes snapped open. He knew that voice. It wasn't Trunks, but it was the next best thing. He looked up and felt tears of relief gather at the person before him. "Gohan!"

His brother stood there, the training gi he wore torn to shreds. Blood trailed down his forehead and into his face, but he was alright and he was here. Piccolo appeared beside the older half Saiyan, looking worse off but alive. "And Mr. Piccolo? But... how?"

Piccolo smirked at him. "Namekians heal quick and have a high pain tolerance. Our bodies regenerate if we put the energy into it. It used up most of my ki, but it was worth it."

Gohan bound into the room and fell to his knees beside his brother. "Kami Goten, you're hurt." His hands hovered over the smaller body, unsure where to touch that wouldn't entice more pain. And then his dark eyes fell lower. Gohan sucked in a sharp breath, "Your tail..."

"It's broken," Goten said weakly, feeling as if he might finally cry now that his brother was here. "Gohan, I don't know if I can fight anymore."

It was the first time he said the words out loud, but he could feel the truth of them overcome him. A Saiyan with a broken tail was a bird with clipped wings. He knew what happened to fighters who injured their tails on the battlefield. An injury as bad as his meant he might never be able to fight the same way again.

Gohan's face softened as he pulled his brother into his arms. "It's alright Goten. You'll be okay."

"We need to get out of here." Piccolo barked, "This place is coming down."

Gohan nodded and hoisted his brother into his arms with a reassuring, "I got you."

Goten had been a baby the last time he allowed his brother to carry him in such a way, but in the moment, he didn't care. He was just glad he wasn't alone anymore.

With Gohan and Piccolo, their escape became much faster, rushing down the halls until they found a break in the wall to escape from. He could tell Gohan was being careful of his injuries. Still, every step jostled his tail. Goten bit back the pain as much as he could, but a few whimpers escaped him and with each, his brother hugged him tighter.

Eventually, they came to a stop outside. The fresh air was a delight for only a second before Goten took in the destruction surrounding them.

The capital he had grown to know and love was no more. A battlefield stretched out before him; nearly every building was destroyed, and a landfill of broken rocks and debris was all that was left. The large ship that had hung in the sky last time Goten checked was now a burning heap of metal. So much destruction was caused in only a few short hours.

"Kami," he whispered as Gohan set him on the ground. "Where is everyone else?"

"Dad and Grandpa are nearly here," Gohan said looking to the sky, "But Vegeta..." his voice trailed off, eyes darting away in a look Goten hated. He knew what it meant and his stomach revolted at the thought.

"The King is dead?"

Kami, that explained Trunks's power. His anger. Despair seeped into him knowing his mate was hurting and he hadn't been there to help.

"I can't feel him," Gohan said, shaking his head, "But I can't really tell much with those two high powers overshadowing everything."

The earth quaked under their feet, rattling Goten's bones as a large explosion echoed from the palace. Gohan and Piccolo were beside him in an instant, ready to drag him further from the collapsing building if need be. A crash followed the rumble as a lightning bolt shot out across the sky.

No, that wasn't right. Goten squinted and saw that it was a Saiyan. A second gold streak chased after it and then the two collided in a clash that sent another aftershock throughout the planet.

Goten knew in an instant that fiery ball of light was his mate. From their distance, it was impossible to tell if Trunks was winning or losing. But it appeared that Trunks was holding his own. Still, Goten was not going to sit on the sidelines and let Trunks face this fight alone.

"Gohan help me up."

Gohan looked at him as if he had just spoken an alien language. "No way. You are not fighting in this condition."

"Trunks needs me!"

"I'll go help him." Gohan said, "You stay with Piccolo."

Goten's mouth went dry. The need to protest pulled at his every nerve, at complete odds against what his body was telling him.

He knew his brother was right. There was no way he could fight. He could barely stand. And that killed him.

"Piccolo," Gohan said softly, stepping aside so the Nemakian leader could take his place.

"Sure," he agreed, "I won't be much help in this fight either."

"You both did plenty," Gohan reassured them, his kind eyes taking in the two. "Now let me handle the rest."

Goten bit his bottom lip and nodded. It was all he could do as he watched his brother flare up into a Super Saiyan. "If things look like they are going bad," Gohan told them, "You two need to get out of here. Alright?"

Piccolo nodded, but Goten held back in his answer, unwilling to lie to Gohan before his brother took off. Together, they watched as Gohan blasted off to join the fight. His aura left a trail of gold sparks in its wake.

Goten watched as his brother joined the battle with an echoing crash. Fireworks exploded each time a blow landed, and Goten felt his heart jump each time.

Being regulated to the sidelines was painful, but that didn't mean he had to be there permanently.

He counted to ten, slowly. Let a pause hang in the air between him and his new guardian before turning to Piccolo. "So, do you know how to set a bone?"


Author's Note: Oh Goten, you little sneak! The new dragonball movie dropped and everyone is freaking out! I love me some over-protective Gohan, so this chapter was fun for me. :) I was super excited to post it, but it is late and I didn't have time to do all the fanfic formatting. Hopefully, I caught it all. 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!

I'm still active in the dragonball fandom on twitter: ladykarasue and I love talking about truten!