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Chapter Five: Password
The Saiyan Prince caught the screeching mother in his arms as she fainted. His best doctors rushed past him to get into the room. He was mad, hurt, and he felt betrayed but most of all confused. All these fucking emotions swirling within him. Yes, he knew about the men that raped her in the beginning; that is how he was able to find out about the Humans and the fate of Earth. But still, how many more men did she whore herself to. This filthy child could not exist, no should not exist in this universe. The fact that someone, anyone other than him put their seed in her and then she kept it got his blood boiling. He looked at her holding her close then turned to look at his team.
"Stop! Let the brat die!" He ordered.
"Sire!" the doctors look panicked and confused.
"I ordered-"
"Sire, you will let one of our own die?"
"One of…he is a hybrid!" He cried out. His eyes widened as he finally notices the tail on the small infant in the tank. Of course…but wait…whose…
Then he noticed all eyes on him, "FUCKING DO YOUR JOB THEN! SAVE THE BRAT!" He bellowed out which made them all jump. "AND IF HE DIES, SO DOES THE WHOLE BLASTED DEPARTMENT!" He brought the Woman to cradle in his arms and watched the hands of his medical team work twice as fast to save the young hybrid. It is when his eyes again focused on the still damaged tail. Someone damaged what could be his child's tail, he almost saw red. The damn woman had some fucking explaining to do, fuck the whole team did. Was the child in there his? If so, then fucking how?! He growled deeply with frustration at having to wait even longer. He eyed two of the ladies in waiting who were watching him. Without a word he placed her in their arms.
"See she is comfortable and stays put in my room. I will oversee this whole operation. See that she does not leave my chambers for any reason unless I talk with her. Is that understood." They bowed before their prince and quickly took the woman away while he faced the medical team still working on the brat. He stayed by the wall as he watched them draw various tests and restart the boys heart.
"While you are it, test his blood with my own!" He ordered once again and got the unison response of agreement from the team.
For the better part of a couple hours, the dark prince stayed by the wall and allowed his team to work on the boy. Apparently he had caught some type of infection that turned into something much worse, coupled with the only known Saiyan disease that goes by "The Saiyan Virus". "The Saiyan Virus" as it's called is a nasty virus that was built in the DNA of every Saiyan. The virus was added to the Saiyan's DNA centuries ago as a way to test their ability to unleash their true power, or if they were too weak, kill them. More a less a genetic safeguard to get rid of the weak in the Saiyan herd or so to speak. The way it has advanced on the child with the reaction he was giving should have killed him, but he somehow made it this far. Usually the virus is active much later in teens rather than one as young as him. So how is it he made it this far in the first place? If he had to guess, he supposed, it would have to be the woman's doing. After all, Humans were far more attached to their offspring than Saiyan parentage. Regardless, he would wait in the shadows to find out if the child lives or dies and he would get his answers.
The Prince of Saiyans waited by the corner of the room and never took his eyes off the doctors working on the brat. His scowl only deepened as the procedures took longer than they should have. Eventually, when his heart was stable enough, they wheeled him to another room to give him an IVs and inject him with serums to deal with the remaining symptoms. He followed the team to the room with the weak child and had a seat while the team mostly left to start the testing that needed to be done. The only members of the team left behind were a few nurses to help monitor the boy. As the boy's heartbeat and symptoms were alleviated, the same nurses would only come every so often since their prince was in the room. When they left for the third time, he moved closer to get a better look at the boy.
That odd coloring made it very clear who his mother was. The unnamed child looked just like her. Her coloring, her nose, and hell her weakness. But there was something familiar about him. He didn't wish to admit to himself, but the boy looked an awful lot like him. That was impossible though, he made sure to destroy and evidence of that night when she was asleep. He remembered placing his hand on her stomach and allowing his heated Ki to kill off any of his seed that was filling her. But…what if Humans found a way to keep their offspring after such methods? No, this child isn't his, it couldn't be."I need to know-" He growled, but a knock at the door switched his angered gaze from the resting child to the door where the doctor came in chart in hand.
"Sorry to interrupt sire, but I have the results you wished," he offered a confused expression to why his majesty was looking at him with such contempt. Not that this was unusual, but the prince's personality had been almost as confusing as his orders were contradicting today. But seeing the result he had in his hand, all of it was making sense. The Prince of Saiyans motioned with a nod for the medical professional to enter the room and deliver the news that was in his hand. Upon hearing the soft click of the door closing, Vegeta watched the man open the folder he carried and cleared his throat.
"So, we ran the tests as ordered. He has contracted the Saiyan virus as we had suspected."
"I know that." His royal majesty snapped.
"R-right. Since this is the same virus, that can only means he is a Saiyan…or at least a hybrid. What is interesting though is he should have been dead at his age and his untrained power. However, we found an antibody in his system that is…well basically a better cure than what we currently have. We will need to run further tests and interview his mother to figure out the cause to maybe harness this for our people."
"Knowing the Woman, she created the cure. Ask her how she did it when she wakes, and use her formula." He interrupted.
The doctor wrote down the order, "Well that might bring some complications considering the next news I need to deliver."
"And what is that." The scowl on the angered man's face deepened and he folded his arms challenging. Slowly getting irritated that the doctor saved the news he most wanted to hear till last.
"I wish to order some congratulations, but we both know this is not good news."
"The brat is mine."
"Unfortunately, you are correct. And we both know the laws."
"Touch him and I swear it will be the last thing you ever touch." He threatened with all the intensity in his eyes he could muster. The doctor could only take a step back as he felt the immense pressure coming from his prince. The air around Vegeta crackled with his energy as he slowly powered it up.
"Your father has been informed per protocol." Panic beginning to spread across the doctors face.
"No one touches the boy, and if my father has a problem with it you will send him my way. I am not leaving my brat and you will help treat him with the Woman's help when she awakens".
The doctor appeared nervous, as he suddenly found himself in a dangerous situation. He knew the laws, but his prince was giving him an order that what would be considered treason. The child's existence was a problem but, before the doctor could open his mouth to speak in protest, a murderous look from his prince made him shut it with an audible click.
"I suggest that you walk out, unless there is other news to be delivered. Have my father come to me if he is insistent that a certain course of action must be taken. I will not leave the brat's side." He gave his final order that left no room for discussion. Vegeta turned away looking back at the child.
The doctor knew his orders and turned to leave, but he paused at the door to look at him. "Regardless of your feelings sire, I would hope our people put our faith in a future king that follows the laws, and not his own desires." Before Vegeta could raise a hand to blast the man for his spoken opinion, he left the room.
Vegeta gripped his fists as he unfolded them and glared with hatred at the resting child in the bed as he struggled to breathe even with the assistance of the machines hooked to him. This was a bloody fucking mess that showed up at his doorstep. Find the Woman yes, make her a concubine sure; but to have them sire a child against the law was forbidden. What is worse, they fucking notified his own father, the king, before him so there was little to no chance of cleaning this mess up quietly.
"Gods be damned", He growled lowly. He released his fists and ran a hand through his rough locks while never taking his intense gaze off the boy. He knew the only answers he would get is from the Woman. Fat chance of her talking to him civilly as they both had a difference of opinion. But she will talk, and she will answer for her betrayal to him. How dare she keep a brat they created. There shouldn't have been a brat to begin with! He made damn sure to rid of any seed that he spilled in her. She should have destroyed the life when she found it! How dare she keep it! How dare she keep it from him!
He was fuming. This whole situation was a complete mess. He breathed out slowly as an attempted to remain calm as he uttered the word "Fuck". He returned to his seat and held his head in his hands as he attempted to work out a plan to mitigate the damage. The best course of action is just kill the brat right now. Send the woman away to the safe colony he set up on the planet and be done with the situation. That is what his people expected, that is what his father expected, fuck, that is what the law demanded. But as he looked up from his turmoil, and looked at the child struggling to live something pulled at him. "Fucking instincts," he cursed again. The boy was their child regardless of how he got here. Would he deny his own offspring even if he could never claim to the throne? Would he allow his father to carry out what he feared he was incapable of doing?
His scowl deepened once more at that thought process. No, he would clean his mess regardless of what he was feeling. This was his responsibility after all. He would take action even if it meant he lost the Woman forever in the process. He would rid himself of the situation at all cost. With his resolve strengthened he stands by the child's bed and focuses his terrifying glare down at the boy. Without meaning to, he took in his appearance. The lad was just a weak hybrid with his face on his features. Why would the Woman allow such a creature to exist? Didn't she know she would be doing a disservice to him if they ever were reunited? Then his mind traveled back before when he saw her. He had gotten the itinerary from the squad he had sent on the search and rescue mission and they had informed him of the blue haired slave that refused to give her name. He didn't bother to listen to the rest of the debriefing as he took off towards the labs and opened the door. All he saw was her, he sighed at the memory.
Her hair was longer, the look on her face was worn from the hell she had endured these past five years, and yet, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his whole life. She was every bit as he had remembered; beautiful, radiant, spirited, and hell quite the spit fire. But he was no fool. personally, living under Frieza's division most of his life, he knew just how traumatic and demanding it could be. She was dressed in her robe with her long hair pushed to the side in a sloppy braid she made to keep her wet hair together. She appeared just as shocked as he was to reunite after all this time. He had so many questions for her. How did she survive? Did Cooler know of her existence? Did she reveal anything about him or his people? Did she try to find him as he tried to find her. He took in her eyes and how wide they appeared. He could read the emotions within them: relief, happiness, confusion…and fear? She said something, but he couldn't hear her as he saw the child floating in the tank. What he did remember was the fury that coursed through out his body as all the questions he had turned to accusations of her character and what she brought back with her. He still felt no shame even now.
She would be much better off if the boy did not have to suffer anymore. Surely, she will understand why he had to kill him. Why she was better off without him. How it will benefit them both in the long run…right? Regardless if he was sure or not of that answer didn't faze him. He had made up his mind. The boy's existence was against the laws of the royal house. Sure, any Saiyans that had half-breeds that were refugees were allowed asylum on the planet; that was a different story. They were pardoned as those laws didn't apply. But with Vegeta-sei back and running its empire, those laws were returned with his father's reign. It was an abomination should a Saiyan mate with anyone that was not of their race and produce those half-breeds. It was seen as treason and to have the member of the royal house, much less the next in line for the throne do such a thing. No, it would be treason, he couldn't allow the brat to live.
He will uphold that honor and pass judgement before he let another take over what he was more than capable of. He raised his dominant hand and created a powerful Ki within the palm. The light and heat illuminated the room as he focused on the child in the hospital bed. The prince felt his hair wave back from the intensity of the energy ball that would end his son's life. He needed to do this, There were no other options; no other way around it. So, why was his hand shaking now? Was he not the heartless prince of all Saiyans? Narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth he focused on his targeted kill and worked up his resolve. He stood like that several moments waiting to easily end the youth's life. But suddenly the ball disappeared, and he slumped into his chair and placing his head in his hands.
Why! Why couldn't he do it! Why couldn't he just take his abilities and snuff out this one life? He knew the answer, this was their child. He didn't care if the boy had a low power level, that he had odd coloring, or even that he was a hybrid; the child was theirs. He may jeopardize his future as king, but he will be damned if this boy would die by his hand. He sighed heavily as he moved his hands down to cover his mouth and eyes transfixed on the sick child. He couldn't risk showing signs that the Saiyan Empire was weakening or all out war with the Ice-jihns would be imminent. As he brought up his gaze his eyes locked with his mate's eyes staring back up at him from his face. His breath hitched in his throat and his blood ran cold with the strange situation. How was he even awake? The boy straightened himself while clearing his throat. The boy's eyes never moved away from the princes' as he struggled to breathe.
"Where…is…. mom?" He whimpered. The Prince of Saiyans had to take a second to register what was asked. He heard the lad speak, such a wondrous sound. Something was taking ahold of him and the more he focused on the boy, the more he was becoming smitten with him. It was beginning to dawn on him that he was a father; a foreign concept to him.
"Mister…my mom…where…" The little one pleaded again with aspirated breath.
That is when the newly realized father cleared his throat again and struggled to formulate words. "Fucking hell…" He lowly cursed in his native tongue. The boy's eyes grew wide at hearing not only the language, but the bad words that came from the man.
He cleared his throat and spoke in the secret language his mother had taught him, "You aren't supposed to say those words. You will make Momma mad." He rasped out. Now it was Vegeta's turn to be even more surprised. The brat knew his native tongue! It seemed that the Woman really did him an honor. Somehow this child must know something about his heritage. Does he know that he is his father? How much did the Woman tell him specifically?
"How do you know how to speak my language?"
"A Saiyan…are we on Vegeta-sei, mister? Wait…I am not supposed to talk to you…" He suddenly grew fearful. The young father could smell it, and it left an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. An unknown instinct was springing in his belly. He could feel himself internally struggling for it to take hold. He wanted to protect this boy and keep him safe from all the dangers that poised to end his existence. He needed to be stronger than his emotions as it took all he had not to pull him close and hold his son for the first time in their lives. He may have been robbed of the knowledge of his birth, but he will be damned if anything ever touches him again.
"I am a Saiyan and we are on my planet. What is your name brat?" He firmly spoke. He saw the emotions, just like the Woman's flash across his features. His heart was yearning to console the boy, but he appeared to be as guarded as he could in his condition.
"Do you know my Mom?" He asked again.
"Yes."
"What is the password?"
"Password?!" He asked bewildered. What in fucking hell was this boy going on about? He did not need a password to talk to his brat!
"I don't need one."
"Then I can't talk to you." The boy dared to defy him. He tried to give the man his back and a tic went off in the royal Saiyan's mind. 'That dared insolence!' He roared in his mind.
"Oi, Brat!" He scoffed.
"I can't talk to you unless you know the password." The boy repeated in his weak tone and turned away from him.
"How many guesses am I allowed?" The vein on Vegeta's forehead popping out a little.
"I dunno….as many as it takes?"
"Impudent child!" The prince scoffed. He let out a heavy sigh and decided to play the child's game.
"Is your stupid password 'Bulma'?"
Silence followed, and the Saiyan Prince could feel his eye twitching. "Fine! The password is 'Goku'." Still more silence. "You know, you could at least let me know if I am wrong or not." He growled.
"I told you I am- "
"I get it! Not allowed to talk unless I know the blasted password!" He growled annoyed.
"Is it 'Earth', 'Capsule', or 'Dragonballs'?"
The boy only shook his head while still giving his back to the prince. At least that was progress. He raked his hand through his unruly hair in frustration. Of course, the idiot Woman would make a fucking password to talk to his son.
"Is it 'Super Saiyan', 'Briefs', or 'Nameke?" He growled with more annoyance. He had to ignore the twinge of regret that snapped in his heart when he saw his son wince from the harshness in his tone. If that stupid child would just talk to him then he wouldn't get so pissed off! Ugh, maybe fatherhood wasn't for him after all. He hung his head dejectedly and let out a heavy sigh of annoyance as he tried to wrack his mind for any clue, until he went with his last hope.
"Vegeta." He gently spoke.
He was more than surprised to find that not only the boy turned around, but was looking at him with wide, watery eyes. "H-How did you know…?" He did a mental slap in his mind. Of course, the Woman would make that the fucking password! He could feel his patience draining on him, and now the brat was close to tears. He was going to have work on helping him keep his emotions in check if he was going to raise him. This was no way for Saiyan royalty to be acting.
"So that is it? 'Vegeta' is the password." He watched as the boy numbly nodded his head and relief filled him. Who needed that Woman when he had his own genius! He couldn't stop the broad smirk fill his face with pride at that knowledge.
The boy looked at him still with his watery eyes and waited on baited breath for the answer to his own question. "Nuh-uh kid, my questions first, and then maybe I'll answer yours."
This in turned made the child advert his eyes. The strange man, maybe Saiyan, had guessed the password right. And his mother had informed him if someone knew the password; then he could talk to them and tell him the truth to anything asked as well. Would his mother be angry with him? But then, how could she be? She made the rules, and she would never give their password away to anyone she didn't trust. "…. What was the question…" He begrudgingly agreed.
"What is your name, brat?"
"Trunks…"
The man about blanched back, what kind of an ass backwards name is that! "What the hell is your name?"
"I told you, my name is Trunks Briefs." The boy firmly spoke up in his weakened state.
This earned a snort from the elder prince beside him, "Seriously, what kind of a name is that?"
"My Mom gave me that name, mister."
"You would think she would pick something regal."
"My full name is Trunks Vegeta Briefs."
This stopped the tirade in the Saiyan Prince's mind. He blinked back surprised. He hadn't expected the Woman to even give him the honor of adding his name in the title. After all, she seemed pretty upset earlier; and still might have been all these years. But, here she was always full of surprises. So, she harbored, and safety delivered their son, and had the compassion to add his name to the boy. He couldn't help but feel touched by the gesture as he looked at the puzzled expression of the younger prince. He noticed the little aspects of his own genetic makeup that were physical evidence of his heritage. By the gods, this child was his son.
"Your middle name is the password code for people talking to you?"
"Momma gave me that name, and no one knows about it but us, and now you too."
"I see. Do you know who you are named after?"
"Not really…but you do?" Realization rippled across the boy's expression.
"And why should I answer your questions? You don't know my own password." The Prince of Saiyans smirked teasingly.
"Those are Momma's rules".
"Momma's rules again? Why don't you tell me them?"
"They are rules to keep us safe."
"What happened to you and Momma?"
The child looked away, "I don't think I should talk about that without Momma here."
"I gave the blasted password brat! Now answer the-"
Suddenly the door busted opened by none other than Vegeta's younger sister. She had many similarities to the Saiyan Prince such as the dark, unruly hair with the deep, obsidian eyes. She appeared smaller than him with a more petite frame, but that didn't seem to hide her well-toned muscles. She wore the female equivalent colors of her brother, including the same cape. Her armor was made with same material, but hugging her curves and showed plenty of skin. Over her heart, was their house crest that was indented and bright red. She was graceful and one of the most beautiful Saiyans around. She was fit to be the Princess of Saiyans. Her eyes widened and focused on the sick little boy in the bed while her brother sat by his side.
"Vegeta, outside now!" She ordered.
"You do not get to order your- "
"Unless you want Dad to come down here and wreak havoc, then you better get your ass out here now!" She firmly interrupted her older brother.
"Kalei (pronounce Cal-lei), how many times not to order-"
"Now asshole!" She yelled and suddenly he straightened at her strong tone.
"Fine, I will, but not because you ordered me to." He grumbled and begun to walk out leaving the confused boy back in the bed. She led him away from the room where Saiyan's sensitive hearing wouldn't reach.
"Tell me it isn't true."
"I don't have to answer to you."
"Yes, you do, jerk! You know the laws! You are so lucky I was able to intercede when the messenger showed up to tell Father! Do you know how crazy pissed he would have been if he was told!"
"What did you do?"
"Didn't deliver the stupid message, and told them I would." She folded her arms and glared at him. "But that is the least of our worries, what did you do?"
"This is no concern of yours."
"It is when it comes to this family!"
"You step out of line! You weren't even here until the planet was wished back, and father attempted to create another heir due to my absence."
"Look, I am a part of this family, and believe it or not, I do care about you idiot! But you need to tell me everything before someone gets hurt that doesn't need to be."
"You will not-"
"I am not interested in killing little kids like Father would be, so save your breath." She rolled her eyes holding up her hand. "But I am interested if the kids is even yours, and what you even plan to do about it."
"Again, don't see how this is your concern."
"Oh, because I just lied and covered for you, and this will blows up in all our faces. So, I think it is the least you can do." When seeing her brother stone walling her, and that he wasn't going to budge on the issues, the younger princess sighed just as annoyed as her brother. "Fine, don't tell me anything, but we both know I will get to the truth. So, while you go play Daddy to that hybrid, I will be-"
"Keep your nose out of this Kalei."
"Or what? We both know you won't lay a hand on me. You love me too much." She smirked in a way that would rival his.
"Just because you are my sister, doesn't mean-"
"Threatening a child, Vegeta? Especially that of your sister! I wonder what Mother would say!"
"Do NOT Take this To Her!" He threatened with a hiss coming out with each word for emphasis. His fucking day was only getting worse.
"Oh, I am going to. Her precious baby boy has a baby boy!" She snickered.
"Glad my misfortune amuses you."
"Oh, shut the fuck up Vegeta, and let me in on your secret. Seriously, let me help cover this up or clean up this mess; whichever you choose, doesn't matter to me."
"Did anyone ever tell you that you are annoying?"
"Everyday. But, in all seriousness, are you okay?" Her sudden teasing turned to caring; quite unusual for a Saiyan-much less a Saiyan Princess.
"Ask me that at the end of the day. I have a lot to take care of."
"I can tell. Look, why don't you handle your son and I talk to his mother?"
"The last fucking thing I need is anyone talking to her, except me."
"Why's that? Did you fuck this over before it begun?"
"What did I tell you about my affairs, Kalei?" He growled angrily.
"Not to meddle in them, but I am not meddling. If anything, you need my help."
"I do not need, nor want your help! You will just make a mess of things."
"Says you! Just trust me, I promise, I will make all this less messy."
"Somehow, I think that is a worse lie than the one I will come up to father with."
"Just trust me okay. Please?" She pleaded.
"If you want to help me, then just keep father busy. I have enough to worry about right here than the king coming down here making things much worse than they already are."
"Fine, fine. I will keep the king busy."
"Thank you."
"But you owe me."
"Whatever." He turned on his heel and headed back to his son's medical room. Now he had even more on his plate. Today was not turning out the way he had originally hoped it to be. Every fire he put out, there was ten more popping up. If he could make it through the day, it might just be a miracle.
As Princess Kalei watched her brother walked back to the room, she ended up going to a nearby nurse's cart and begun to read the patient list. As she was looking for a specific name, Briefs, if she could recall; she begun to think about how close of a disaster it could have been if she wasn't there to intercept the messenger. If her mother and her weren't going for their daily walk through the corridors and were approached by the messenger, the gods only know what might have happened if it was her father and not them. Her mother followed her lead in stating that they would send for the king themselves with this message. Her brother had slept with one of the Humans that he harbored on their planet, and not only that but he sired a child; a forbidden child that would never be accepted in their society, much less the throne! What kind of mess had her stupid brother created?
Her mother, poised and graceful as ever, was able to soothe her by simply telling her that they would keep this a secret, and that she would handle covering this up. She was instructed to go see her brother and find out from him if any of these serious allegations were true. Unfortunately, she would be delivering the not so favorable news to her mother. How were they even going to cover all this up? How would the people accept this news if they can't get rid of the evidence? Because, from where she was standing, he seemed pretty hell bent on not even letting one person near either one. What makes matters even worse were the looming threat of war with the Ice-jihns since her brother's peaceful rescuing of the humans. She smirked slightly evilly, good thing she always could find loopholes as she spotted the blank room that appeared unusual considering it had security clearance around it. Well now she found the woman in question, she supposed it was time to stop and have a little chat herself.