Vio: Heya everybody, and welcome to my attempt at a DBZ SI. There will be no Ocs, except for the mc who's been reborn as a female Trunks. I'm going to try and not make her come off as a Mary Sue so please let me know if it does come off as so.
Let's see, she will be born earlier than canon, but Goten will not. They will NOT be shipped together. I'm sorry to all you Truten fans but N-O. He will see her as his older sister and nothing more. Anyways, back to what I was mentioning earlier, Vegeta and Bulma's copulation happened during Planet Namek. Her birth was on September 22, 762. 9/22/762 (please fact check this if I'm wrong). I'm going to assume Bulma was 28 and Vegeta was 30 during the Frieza Saga.
As for any potential romance for her, I have one particular alien in mind but I don't know yet. My main theme for this fic is family, so we'll see how everything turns out.
A/N: I do NOT own DBZ/S or any of the characters! If I did, Trunks would be a girl.
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Prologue: Birth of a Princess
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Everything is too tight!
"…ust…..last…..sh!"
Is this hell or heaven?! Am I in limbo?! What's going on dammit?!
"Almo…you can….riefs!"
Is this what getting squeezed feels like – too tight! Too tight! Tootighttootight!
My internal screaming was cut off as I was finally pulled from my enclosed space, and then, someone slapped my ass. In return, I screamed and bawled as my ears popped and something was shoved up my nostrils. I was then wrapped up in something warm and soft – it felt like a blanket – and I was (handed?) to someone else. They maneuvered me around before pressing something to my mouth. I stubbornly kept my mouth closed, but they gently forced it open and pulled my head forward.
Liquid spilled into my mouth and I hesitantly swallowed, sighing in relief when I only tasted milk.
Wait a minute….am I sucking on a random woman's boob?
I forced my eyes open, but I only saw colorful blurry shapes moving around except for one. It was the one shape I was being held by. They were pale white and….is that blue? Hmm, maybe she dyed her hair or something. Either way, I'm not too happy about this whole rebirth situation, buuut I'll be nice to my new mother and not screech like the hellion I wanted to be.
This will not be fun – going from 16 to a newborn. Honestly, I should be in shock or angry or even sad, but I'm not. Huh, maybe it'll set in later or something.
Seconds later I hear two new voices, one squeaky and the other raspy. I glanced over in the direction I heard them to see a lot of blond hair, a white coat of some sort, and….purple hair? Apparently, dying your hair must be tradition in this family.
"She's so beautiful, sweetheart, are you sure you don't want to change her name?" Mrs. Squeaky squealed, reaching over to run her fingers through what little hair I have.
"No, the name suits her just fine and besides," nimble fingers caress my cheek, "I might have already put the name on her birth certificate a few months ago."
"Already?" Mr. Raspy said sounding way too amused. I really hope she didn't give an embarrassing name. "Well either way, I'm sure she'll turn out to be a splendid grandchild. She might even become a scientist such as yourself."
He also reached over to gently pat my head as my mother let out an irritated sigh. "I hope so dad, but I highly doubt it. After all she is her father's daughter too – she even has his frown already!"
Ok then, I'll assume my father is a douchebag from her stressed-out tone of voice, which is sad really since I didn't even have a dad in my previous life. He'd been a deadbeat and had left my mom when he found out she was pregnant with me.
"Oh, I'm so sorry dear," Mrs. Squeaky paused, and I whined from the loss of contact, "But what was her name again? I was so caught up in her adorableness that I completely forgot."
I didn't need clear vision to see that my mother had rolled her eyes.
"Her name is Trunks Vegeta Briefs. We've been over this, mom."
EXCUSE THE FROSTED SPRINKLES OUT OF ME BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID SHE SAY?!
Mr. Raspy(Briefs) let out a huff, "I don't even know what you saw in him, Bulma, he's obviously a deadbeat father. Why, he even took off to space when he found out – the nerve!"
OH HELL NO! VEGETA –FUCKING – PRINCE OF THE SAIYANS IS MY FATHER?!
Bulma tightened her grip on my small body, "He's an egotistical, murderous asshole, but I have hope that he'll change when he finally meets her."
AM I THE ONLY ONE FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW?!
Mr. Raspy(Briefs) snorted dubiously, "I highly doubt it, my dear."
"How about we calm down a bit," Mrs. Squeaky(Panchy Briefs) soothed, her hand returning to smooth my hair, "this is supposed to be a special day, my loves, look at her! Isn't she so beautiful?"
"That she is, my dear."
Soft lips were pressed against my forehead, "Hello my little princess."
I screamed.
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Ok, not the best prologue, but I hope you guys liked it!
