Author's Note: I know, I know. I'm LATE! So sorry. I've been busy and such, but other then that, I really have no excuse. *hits self over the head* Send in the flames! ^^

Chapter 30

Unnatural

            Bulma finished wrapping up Vegeta's room, and began fretting once more when she saw Trunks'. "Kami forbid you told me you were hurt," she grumbled as she began cleaning Trunks' wound after the removal of his shirt. "It's not like you have the blood to spare…"

            Trunks was silent, letting his mother clean his wounds without complaint.

            His mother voiced his thoughts. "What do we do now?"

            That was a question none of them could answer.        

            It wasn't much later when Trunks and Vegeta decided that they would go down to the dungeons and give Doshen a visit. Trunks smirked savagely at the news-Kami help him; he was looking forward to this.

            Father and son were side by side as they walked down the halls to the dungeons, both silent. Both had different things on their minds, and both had their own ideas of revenge, both for different reasons. Their thoughts were interrupted with a sudden roar of a voice.

            "What is the meaning of this?!"

            Vegeta turned, hearing his father's voice. "What do you mean?" His voice was unnervingly calm-he knew exactly what his father meant.

            "Doshen! He's done nothing wrong-you must have been mistaken," his father growled. With a swirl of his cape he strode down the hallway, in front of Vegeta and Trunks, not waiting for answers.

            "And I'm guessing Doshen was mistaken when he drew the knife down my back," Trunks growled to him self in a dry humor. The two continued on, following the eldest Vegeta.

            "Doshen!"

            The pale prisoner looked up, having already been beaten for his crimes. "Vegeta."

            Vegeta and Trunks were suddenly standing behind the tallest, the two glowering at Doshen with matching glares. If looks could kill… let's just say it was lucky for Doshen that they couldn't. "Why did you do it?" Vegeta growled.

            Doshen sent his own glare-a look that could not compare to Vegeta's and his son's, but a glare all the same-and snarled in reply. "I told you before-it's not natural." For some reason, the man seemed more confident now.

            "What's not natural?" Trunks asked, stepping past his Grandfather, who was only blinking, unbelieving, at Doshen.

            "You're no saiyan!" He cried, pointing an accusing finger at Trunks. "You're hair, you're eyes-You're wrong!"

            Trunks snarled, tail lashing. "Why you-"

            But the saiyan standing on the ground before him cut him off. "And you're mother-she's just as wrong as you! Saiyans have black hair and black eyes-not… not whatever you have," he spat.

            Trunks didn't know what to do. Stunned, he stood there, without anything to say to Doshen. Is… Is he right?

            Doshen continued-not one of the three royal saiyans had the mind to stop him. "You're a mutt-Planet Vegeta should be ruled with pure blood, not by a mongrel!"

            Vegeta decided to put a stop to this ranting lunitic. "That is enough!" he snarled, backhanding the man across the face. Doshen fell to the ground and laid still for a moment, then struggled back to his feet. "You will not insult the Queen of Vegeta that way, nor my son. How dare you suggest that their blood is not pure?" Vegeta's tail was lashing about angrily as he waited for this joke-of-a-saiyan to say something. Anything.

            "Your rule was proved more tainted when that… 'female' came. She was just as wrong. Just as unnatural," Doshen said slowly, ire in his own voice.

            Trunks snapped out of his thoughts and stepped up beside his father, tail now whipping through the air. "Leave her out of this," he hissed.

            "What? Why?" he retorted. "You like her or something?"

            Trunks slammed his fist into Doshen's stomach, making him double over in pain. "She went through hell because of you!"

            Doshen gasped, regaining his breath. "Because you weren't saiyan enough to wake up."

            It was as if someone had opened a door to Trunks' anger as he beat the former Headmaster into oblivion. Vegeta watched calmly, making no move to stop his son-there was a small smirk of satisfaction written on his face. Vegeta's father, how ever looked… remorseful.

            When Trunks stopped, he stood still, chest heaving for air as he looked at Doshen's form on the ground. "That was for Pan," the saiyan whispered, in a voice that neither his father nor his grandfather could hear.

            The lavender-haired saiyan then turned and walked out, not taking a look back. Vegeta glanced at Doshen, taking in the sight of him, then turned, following his son. The eldest Vegeta was last to leave, who with a word of goodbye left his once-time friend lying in a crumpled heap on the floor of a dungeon.

            Trunks walked towards his room, his weary body threatening to give out, but he forced himself on. I swear, Doshen, I will make every day you stay alive a living hell, he thought lividly. I swear it.

Author's Note: I dedicate this chapter to Ayla, my bestest friend ^.^ *waves to A-chan* *receives glare from A-chan* Hee-hee. Anywho, A-chan read what I had of 'Rebel' before I put it up on fanfiction, and she was the one who always demanded that I make new chapters and such, 'cuz it was such a good story. A-chan inspired me to keep on writing this fic, bless her! *huggles A-chan* *get's one of those 'It's Ayla-SAMA!' type of things back* lol Inside joke ^^ Luv ya, A-chan!!!!

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